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ⳠIndex [Day 31 - Werewolves]
Pairing:Â Alpha Dom!Jungkook x f. Omega sub!Reader
Genre: childhood best friends to enemies to lovers!AU, werewolf!AU
Warnings: Kook is kinda cold at first, it is implied that OC gets sold into a forced marriage where she will be tortured and assaulted (not to Kook but a villain character hahaha), yeah...her future is not looking good, or is it?, Koo might have a plan :----)
Kinks:Â the trope of "just the tip" and "we shouldn't be doing this", yeah besties i went there, sex in a shed in the forest, sex by the bonfire, nudity, naked cuddling for warmth *wink wink*, he is bigger and stronger than her, size & muscle & strength kink, he pins her down, fuck i'm literally so small when it comes to him like bro please i have so many thots, hahah sorry i'm really into him haahah, he pins her wrists & puts his hand over her mouth to silence her, huge werwolf dick, knotting, multiple orgasms for both, "just the tip" in spooning position, clit massages, rough penetrative sex in pronebone & doggy style, he has her in a headlock at one point, breeding for the sake of scent marking her, so much fucking cum oh lord, dirty talk, he has fangs, he bites her shoulder, he growls, what if i was weak?? what then??, tears, eye contact, this is emotional & has plot and i wanna write more about them, cuddly & safe aftercare, the plot in this is so good omfg
Wordcount:Â 11.5k
a/n: Click here if you wanna see his dick. I have zero (0) Z E R O knowledge of the workings of the omegaverse. i know that thereâs alphas and betas and omegas but thatâs it. and that there is heat and knots and slick and scenting(?) but how the dynamics work or what ABO each means? no clue. so if this is inaccurate, bear with me and let's see it as my interpretation of werwolves instead. Okay? Okay. Jjssjjs i also added this idea to the mix ps: i actually don't wanna talk about this, i need to recover first BRO GOODBYE this was kinktober 2024 besties FJJDF what a way to end it tbfh
The storm caught you by surprise. You wouldnât particularly mind it if it wasnât for the company you have to keep.Â
Jeon Jungkook. A stubborn, self-centred peacock of a man who thinks he is something just because he is the son of the alpha.Â
Now, to perhaps understand the situation a little better, one might need what the literary world calls backstory.Â
You lived in a small mountain town far away from any big human city. The town was surrounded by high walls and visitors rarely found their way to it. It was wanted by the townspeople because you werenât particularly human. Most humans would call you demons, but you like to call yourselves werewolves. You lived in a pack and the town was your lair.
You can be human but also turn into a wolf by choice. Some choose to keep some of their wolfish features such as their golden eyes or sharp fangs, while others looked entirely human when they walked on two legs.Â
Jeon Jungkook was the son of the pack alpha and therefore heir of the title. His mother was an alpha as well, which naturally gave him the alpha gen. He was stronger and faster than the other wolves in the pack and he had control over his body during the full moon. He never hid his fangs and showed his golden eyes whenever he was provoked. He earned his pack tattoos when he was twelve after killing three enemy wolves and when he turned eighteen, he earned the pack piercings after fulfilling the maturity rituals within a day. Something only his father managed to do before him.
Ever since that day, Jungkook became even more obnoxious and unlikable than he already was.
You werenât so lucky. Born as an omega into a normal family with normal siblings in a normal house, your life has been prettyâŠnormal. You are the same age as Jungkook, which naturally made you go to the same classes from elementary to high school. And throughout your academic career, you never learned to like him.Â
He was an alpha while you were an omega. You were the only one like this from your family, but they never treated you differently. You were a beloved and cherished family member and therefore lived a normal life until your older brother made a mistake and you had to carry the consequences.
He killed the promised omega wife of the enemyâs alphaâs son. The warring alpha wanted to slaughter the entire town at first, but Jungkookâs father persuaded him to take revenge another way. Take one of the villageâs omegas and marry her to his son. âShe will be complacent and quiet. Once she is married, she will be your property. You can take out your anger on her.â So Jungkookâs father told him and the enemy alpha agreed happily. One night later, you were dragged from your home with no way to escape your future. You were born this way, it wasnât your fault and now it would be your death sentence. You cursed your brother that night who begged to be taken in your stead. You told him to choke on it. It was the last thing you said to him and probably will ever say to him. You already started to regret it.Â
Jungkook was ordered to make sure that you would arrive at the enemy village safe and sound. It has been three days ever since that night and all your hatred for anyone and anything has been directed solely at him.Â
âThe rainâs annoying me. Letâs take shelterâ, Jungkook says dryly.Â
âNo.âÂ
Jungkook glares at you.
âYesâ, he hisses, grabbing your arm by your elbow to drag you to a shed nearby. âIâm not gonna walk in the rain. Besides, itâs late. We need to rest.âÂ
âLet go of meâ, you protest, stumbling after him. There isnât much that you can do. He is stronger and bigger and because of his status, he naturally has almost instinctive control over your actions. You could fight against these instincts, but itâs a lot easier not to.Â
âWould you rather get sick in the rain?âÂ
âMaybe, yes. Maybe Iâll get sick enough to die. At least like this, I wonât be sold into tortureâ, you spit, ripping yourself free from his grasp. Again, all your hatred and anger is directed towards him, so it is easy to fight your instincts right now.Â
Jungkook gawks at you in surprise.Â
âI mean itâ, you insist.
He frowns. He steps close and lifts you off the ground, throwing you over his shoulder.
âHey! Let me down, you fuck!â you yell, flashing your fangs and kicking around you.Â
Jungkook merely shoulders you better and walks, frowning deeply.Â
âYou brought this onto yourself.âÂ
âI hate you. I fucking hate you.â
âNo, you donât.â
âYes, I do. You big, smelling piece of shit.âÂ
Jungkook kicks the shed open and drops you. You stumble in surprise, but catch yourself pretty quickly. You and he are mere inches away, sharing air. The constant lighting cutting the sky illuminates your angry faces. You and Jungkook have your golden eyes out and show off your fangs. Your bodies are steaming as your increased body heats dry the water.Â
âIâm gonna let it slip because we were classmates, but insult me again and I will make you be quiet. Understood?â he gnarls.Â
You step closer, making him taste your words.Â
âGo kiss my ass.âÂ
You turn your back to him and stomp further into the shed.
The shed wasnât much bigger than ten square meters. There were tools on each wall and some tools scattered around the ground. Clearly it was meant as storage for woodworkers. One corner had neat stacks of wood and on a table, some blankets were stacked in case some of the workers needed to stay the night.
âGreat. Thatâs luxury, isnât it?â you grumble.
The door slams closed behind you, making you flinch. You donât look however, wanting to appear stronger than you feel. In truth, you are scared and alone and heartbroken. You are frightened. You are sad. You are afraid. You are helpless and hopeless. And you are only a little bit angry. As you walked, you couldnât stop crying. You were happy for the rain because it masked the constant tears running down your face and you were happy for the loud thunder masking your sobs.
You are being sold like property to a man who will torture you for sports. All you want is to be home and to be held and to have someone pay for your fucking therapy because, goddamn, you are going to need a hell lot of therapy if you should survive this.Â
Jungkook is the last person you want to be with right now. He lacks empathy and kindness and has a tendency to impulsive anger. You are waiting for him to hurt you after slamming the door, frozen on the spot.Â
But it doesnât come. Instead, he swerves past you to get firewood. You can only watch him, frozen like a scared little girl despite having long moved past your second decade on this cruel earth.Â
Jungkook uses his claws to ignite the fire by scratching them over a stone. He blows into the amber until it forms flames, then he stands up. He hooks his fingers in his shirt and takes it off.Â
You gasp and look away. You donât know what he is going to do but it scares you. Is he going to test you out now? Make sure that the alpha is going to get a good delivery?
âRelax. I need to dry my clothes and I canât do that on my body. Iâll catch a cold otherwise.â
âOh.âÂ
Jungkook scoffs and starts unbuckling his belt. You watch his tattooed fingers work. He is wearing heavy silver rings on them. Yep, your people can handle silver without pain. Itâs only a myth that it hurts you. Just as garlic being lethal for vampires is a myth. Humans like to tell these tales to sleep better at night.
Jungkook begins taking off his pants, meeting your gawking eyes.
âStop staring and bring the blankets instead.â
âOh, uhm. Sorry.âÂ
You instinctively obey.Â
âMake a bed by the fire. Away from the door.âÂ
You obey again.Â
Afterwards you lift your head, having to gasp and stare. What? Stare? Why canât you look away?Â
He is completely naked, currently hanging up his clothes on a chair. You should want to look away but you canât. His body is sculpted, his muscles well defined. He currently has his back turned to you. It is so big and broad, contrasting against his small waist. Shit, his legs and butt are so big and sculpted in comparison to it. His back is covered scars. Slashes, bite marks, cuts. Some seem to have dug very deep when fresh.
âJust spit it outâ, Jungkook hisses, rolling his shoulders which makes his back muscles shift and flex.
âWhat?âÂ
âI can feel you staring. Just say what you wanna say.âÂ
âYour back. Itâs covered in scars.âÂ
Jungkook touches his own back, tracing the scars he can reach.
âI guess it is.â
âWho did this to you?âÂ
âToo many people to count.â
âWhat happened to them?âÂ
âThe fact that Iâm still here and theyâre not, should be answer enough. Shouldnât it?âÂ
You gulp.Â
Jungkook turns.
You gulp even harder. Look away! You know that no matter how hard you beg your eyes, they wonât look away. It is like they are enchanted.
His pecs are big, clearly sculpted and strong. His stomach is defined, carrying scars as well. But what truly catches your eyes is his cock. Sitting under a dark, masculine bush of pubes, it glistens in the shine of the fire. It is big, even soft, a little tanner than the rest of his skin and sitting against a pair of big, plumb balls made for breeding. So this is what the cock of an alpha looks like. The effect it has on you is embarrassing. You feel slick build up in your holes and saliva collect in your mouth.Â
âQuit your staring. Itâs like youâve never seen a dick before.âÂ
You shake out of your trance, looking away in embarrassment. Your face feels on fire. Holy fuck, what is wrong with you?Â
âYou have seen dick before, right? Werenât you and Tae a thing in high school?â he talks as he gets under the blanket.Â
âUh, yeah, uh. We were.âÂ
âAnd knowing Tae, he fucked you. Didnât he?âÂ
You turn away in embarrassment, rubbing the side of your neck. Of course he did, but Jungkook doesnât need to know that.Â
He figures it out instantly however, glancing at your middle when you arenât looking. Just for a second, nothing more.
âSo stop being weird about itâ, he says and lies down.Â
You shrink. Jungkook studies you. You are trembling in your wet, cold clothes. He pities you.
âGet naked and hang your clothes up to dryâ, he orders.
You want to move in obedience at first, but then stop. You are too scared to obey instinctively.
âNo. Close your eyes.â
Jungkook groans and closes his eyes.
âYouâre so stuck up. You should practice being naked in front of other people. I heard that Alpha Urquard likes for his pack to watch wedding nights.â
You bite down tears. Great. Not only will you be assaulted, it will happen in front of god knows how many people. What if you just throw yourself onto one of the sharp tools? It would be a bitch way to go, but itâs better than what will happen to you.Â
You ogle the pitchfork. Maybe you could do it. Maybe.
âHey!â
You snap out of it. You whip around, meeting Jungkookâs eyes.
âHurry up and come here.â
âWhat?â
âCome here. Itâs better than over there.â
You ogle the pitchfork then his darkened face. Did he figure you out?
âIâm not gonna repeat myself. Get out of your wet clothes and come to me.â
âPle-please close your eyes.â
Jungkook sighs in defeat and obeys. With shaking fingers, you get naked. With trembling knees, you walk to his side. With weak muscles, you get under the blanket next to him. There is only one blanket and you try your fucking hardest not to touch his body in any kind of way. He left you the spot closer by the fire so you were warmer and he could oversee the door.
Jungkook, who senses your presence, opens his eyes. He studies your face, then your body. You have the blanket pulled up to your neck, shivering uncontrollably. Even now, you seem plagued by the cold.
He furrows his brows in distaste and closes the distance. He manages to put his arm around you before your quiet beg freezes him.
âPlease donât hurt me.âÂ
He moves away, studying you in shock. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your fingers are trembling as you grasp the blanket.
âWhy would I hurt you?â
The honest confusion in his voice forces you to open your eyes.
The fire casts deep shadows into his face as much as it illuminates other parts of it. His wet hair is drying slowly, sticking to his wrinkled forehead. He is furrowing his brows which explains the wrinkles.
âWhy would I hurt you?â he repeats his question with more urgency.Â
âI donât know.â
âI was ordered to make sure that you arrive unharmed to Urquard. The last thing Iâll do is hurt you.â
âPlease donât.â
âPlease donât?âÂ
âDonât make sure that I arrive safely.âÂ
Jungkook blinks in surprise. Such vulnerability isnât what he expected from the once feisty, rude woman of before. You are tiny in fear, trembling uncontrollably and begging him with greyed, hopeless eyes.Â
âDonât be ridiculous. Youâre gonna be an alphaâs wife. Thatâs every omegaâs dreamâ, he snarls, sounding weirdly jealous.Â
You burst into tears instantly, turning your back to him as you curl into a small ball. You wail loudly, unable to pretend any longer. You donât want to be married off. You donât want it.
âNo, uh⊠stop crying. I, Iâm ordering you to stop cryingâ, he panics, hissing his words which only makes you cry harder.Â
He stares for a while, fumbling with his words. In the end he doesnât know what to say, turning off his brain to speak from his heart instead.
âDonât cry, itâs gonna be okayâ, he says softly, rubbing your shoulder.
His touch is tender and soothing. You sob despite it or perhaps because of it. It feels so weird to receive because it is nice.Â
âHey, itâs okayâ, he tells you, draping his arm over you. Like this, your bodies are touching under the blanket. He feels so warm against your skin. âItâs gonna be okay.â
âItâs not gonna be okay. Iâm being sold like a pig to a man who likes to watch his daughters in law get raped in front of the entire pack and who will use every second of his life to torture me.â You shrink into yourself. âI just wanna die. Iâm so scared.âÂ
âHey no, donât say that. Donât be scared, Iâm here.âÂ
âI heard that Urquard killed his first wife by ramming a medal hook into her stomach and hanging her like this. All because she couldnât give him a child with the alpha gen. Please just kill me, please.âÂ
âIâm not gonna kill you, ___.â
The last time Jungkook said your name, you and he were both eleven and played adventurers in the forest. He celebrated his twelfth birthday two weeks later and another two weeks later, he killed those three wolves and got his tattoos. He stopped playing with you and stopped saying your name. Quite frankly, he stopped playing with any children since that day, saying stuff like âa man wouldnât play stupid stuffâ or âmy father says that itâs weak to playâ and he became quiet and distant. Maybe he became sadder as well and lonelier.Â
Your name from his tongue after almost fifteen years forces you to turn in his arms. For just a second, the same innocent and playful boy looks back at you before you blink and come back to reality. His features and eyes are still the same shape and colour but he seemed to have grown into them. His left cheek carries a scar these days and his brows are furrowed more than they are relaxed.Â
âIâm not gonna kill you, ___. And Iâm not gonna let you kill yourself either.â
âSo you would rather see me sold to a monster?â You squeeze out tears of anger and frustration. âI hate you so much. You sadistic, heartless piece of shit.â
Jungkook frowns deeper.
âYou alphas are all the same. You think just because you are stronger than the rest of us, you can push us around like cattle. We arenât cattle. We are people, we live normal and good lives. We are nothing special but thatâs good. Weâre boring and mundane but we love deeply. Unlike you disgusting, selfish alphas who see us as nothing but merchandise.â
âAre you done now?â
âIâve only started. You are heartless, selfish, self-absorbed, apathetic and a snob. At the spot where your heart once was, a rotten piece of coal is sitting and when you talk, plants die out of spite.âÂ
âAnything else you like to add?âÂ
âYou are the worst person to ever exist. You are elitist and stubborn and way too obsessed with status. And youâŠâ Your eyes fill with tears. â...you broke my heart before I even knew what heartbreak was.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes darken in an unfamiliar emotion. Guilt? Regret? More anger?
âWe did everything together until one day, you decided that I wasnât good enough anymore. For fuckâs sake, we were twelve and you acted like I was embarrassing for doing stuff kids our age were allowed to do.â
âYou think that I had a choice?â He finally speaks up and you get a feeling that it was your turn to listen. âI stopped being a kid in my fatherâs eyes the day I killed those wolves. I didnât wanna push you away, but father made me.â
âWhat?â
âI became his heir that day, I sealed my fucking fate. I had to stop playing a-and doing kidâs stuff. He forced me to train day in and out. I had to be the perfect man. I was twelve, for fuckâs sake. I was a fucking kid who wanted to play adventurers in the forest with, with hisâŠ.with his best friend.âÂ
The silence which follows after his confession is deafening. Fifteen years of hating him. Fifteen years of thinking that he hated you. And all this time, he only acted like this because his father made him. You meet his emotional eyes, feeling emotional yourself.
âI was your best friend?â you whisper.
He nods his head, biting down on his lower lip to stop it from trembling.Â
âI miss you, ___â, he presses out.Â
You feel lost for words. You are so shaken in fact that you canât even find it in you to cry. Fifteen years. Fifteen years of hating him for what he did and wishing for an apology you thought would never come and here it is. His confession. His apology.Â
âItâs been fifteen years and I still do. I miss you and Iâm sorry.â He cups your face, wiping away the remnants of tears. âIâm so sorry.â
You stare. And stare. And stare.Â
âPlease say somethingâ, he whispers.
âI donât know what to say.âÂ
âJust anything, please.âÂ
âYouâre the most selfish piece of shit I have ever seen.â
Jungkookâs face falls in shock. His eyes show how much your words hurt him.
âWhy tell me your stupid apology now? Why confess to me now? Knowing that I will be sold into a life of sex slavery and torture?â You hit his chest. âWhy tell me now when you literally deliver me to my fucking death? You piece of shit, youâre selfish and cruel and I want you dead.â
âNo, you donât.â
âYes, I do. You and your entire family and the rest of the pack. Die. All of you just die.âÂ
You hit him with more vigour. More and more and more.Â
âEnoughâ, he stops you, pinning your wrists into the ground and with it, rendering you helpless, âstop hitting me, please.â
You spit at his face.Â
Jungkook flinches back. He sits up and wipes it away.
âWhat the fuck? You spat at me. Why would you do that?â
âGo to hell and shove your sappy confession up your sadistic assâ, you hiss. You feel no ounce of remorse for what you did.Â
Jungkook wipes your spit into the blanket and moves quickly. He puts your wrists together and pins them above your head. Before you can spit again, he puts his other hand over your mouth, rending your legs useless as well by slinging one of his muscular legs over yours.Â
There is no fabric between your bodies. You are skin against skin. Raw and naked and hot. You can feel his dick against you and you know that he can feel your tits against his arm. You are rendered useless, vulnerable to whatever he plans to do to you now that spat at him. You are scared, but you are also droopy. It is that same droopiness you felt when you looked at his naked body. Except stronger and more unbearable. You are hotter and there is slick gathering in your holes. You can barely breathe, but maybe this is because of his hand over your mouth.Â
âStop fighting me and listenâ, Jungkook talks with his lips close to your face. You canât stop staring at them. You fight him while your mind goes droopy at the sight of his lips moving. âYou can either go to your new life or listen. Are you gonna listen?â
You nod your head.
âGood. Iâm gonna pull my hand away now and you wonât spit at my face again. Promise?â
You nod hesitantly.
âGood. I trust your word.â
He pulls his hand away, keeping his arm around you. It lies exactly over your tits, rubbing against your nipples. You know for a fact that he is able to feel it. You curl your fingers, trying so hard not to get affected by his closeness. Or to make a sound for that matter.
âI said this stuff to you because I wanna make it right between us. Your brother fucked up, but what Urquard did in retaliation is crazy and what father allowed is insane. If you want me to, I wonât bring you to him.âÂ
âWhat? ButâŠyour father promised.â
âI donât care. Itâs barbaric that omega trading is still a thing. You are right, you are people not cattle.âÂ
âIf he finds out that you refuse, he will disown you.â
âI have a plan for that.â
âUrquard will kill you.â
âThatâs why I have a plan.â
âWhat plan?âÂ
âItâs gonna sound insane.â
âJust tell me please. I donât wanna be sold.âÂ
âThe only way I can free you of this pact is if you get marked by another alpha. Youâre unclaimed right now, but if you were to be marked by an alpha other than Urquardâs son, then the pact would be invalid.â
âWhat do you mean with marked?â
He hesitates.
âTell me.âÂ
âAn alpha would have to put his dick into you.â
âSo assault? I would have to be assaulted?â
âNot if you wanted it.â
âHuh?â
âNot if itâs with someone you trust. Someone whoâs gonna be careful and gentle and whoâs gonna make it nice for you.â
âAnd who should that be? Last time I checked, Iâm not really friends with manyâŠâ
Your eyes meet Jungkookâs. He seems shy all of a sudden.
âOh.âÂ
You gasp for air.Â
âOh.â
âI know itâs crazy. I thought of other ways. Iâve been plotting ever since we left town. Thatâs why I volunteered. To give us time, to give me time to think of something. I thought of lots of stuff, but they all ended in hypothetical death or enslavement of our pack. The only peaceful option was this.â
âYou volunteered to bring me?âÂ
He nods his head, âanyone else would have been too scared of or too loyal to my dad. I know youâre scared, but Iâm not gonna let anything happen to you.âÂ
âAnd you thought of this?âÂ
âItâs the only way. We kill Urquard and his sons? Their pack comes after us. We run away? Their pack is gonna punish our pack. We kill everyone? Impossible weâd die and destine our pack to agony. Itâs only death and pain u-unless you get marked by an alpha.â
âBut I would have to be with you afterwards.â
âOnly if you want to. We can pretend, make everyone think that itâs real. You wouldnât have to be with me ever again.âÂ
âOh my god, this is insane.â
âI know. Iâm sorry. The choice is yours. I promise.â
You study his face. You are still trapped under him, sharing heat. Skin against skin. arm against chest and cock against hip. He is semi hard by now, smearing slick on your skin. The fact that he is affected by this - by you - doesnât make it easier to stay calm. You are glad for his leg over yours because it forces your legs to be closed and therefore hide the masses of slick having accumulated by now. His hair is still damp, hanging into his face messily. His fingers feel so strong and protective around your wrists. You swear that each time he breathes out and you inhale it, you feel high. You are so attracted to him right now.Â
Truth be told, you always thought that he was handsome beyond comparison. He has a mesmerizing aura and a captivating smile. His physique is your dream physique and his face often caught your attention in a crowd. You were utterly and insanely attracted to him which made your hatred for him grow deeper. He betrayed you, but he is still haunting your thoughts. It was unbearable until right now.Â
âIâm scared. I never did it with an alpha beforeâ, you confess, suddenly feeling so vulnerable.
And Jungkook takes that vulnerability, cradling it in his safe palm just as he cradles your cheek the same way. His eyes softened, his voice did too.
âDonât be scared. Iâll be gentle. I promiseâ, he almost whispers the words, tracing your brow and temple between cradling your cheek.Â
âI donât know you like that.â
âNeither do I you. Itâs gonna be a one time thing.âÂ
âIâm scared. Iâve been scared ever since all of this started.â
âDonât be. Iâm here. I wonât let them touch you.â
âBut youâll touch me?â you ask in a whisper, lifting the inner corners of your brows.
Jungkook has a hard time staying calm when you look at him with such puppy eyes.Â
âIf you let me, I will.âÂ
You exhale shakily, squirming under him.Â
âIâm scared.âÂ
He lets go of your wrists to cradle your other cheek. You lean into the touch, barely wanting to keep your eyes open. Your arms stay in their submissive position naturally.Â
âJust the tip. Thatâs all it takes. Just the tip for a few seconds so you take on my scent and then itâll be overâ, he says.
âJust the tip?âÂ
âYes, just the tip. Nothing more. I promise.â
You are going to do something which you thought never to do. But if it saves your life, you would do anything. Even something as crazy as allow Jungkook to stick his tip into you.
âOkay. Just the tip.âÂ
Jungkook exhales shakily, moving closer for a kiss like it was instinct before he stops himself. You shudder, craving nothing more than what he denies both of you.Â
âWe shouldnât be doing thisâ, he breathes.
âWhat?âÂ
âKiss.â He lets the word dance over your lips, running his thumb under your lips as his eyes stare. âWe shouldnât.âÂ
âNo, we shouldnâtâ, you whimper, chasing him.Â
Moments of craving and yearning where both of you try so hard to kiss the other. But you shouldnât. Just the tip, nothing more.
âRoll to your side, pleaseâ, Jungkook breaks the electric silence, guiding you with his hand on your shoulder until your back faces his chest.Â
You can see the fire and the rest of the shed like this, but not Jungkook.
âWhy like this?âÂ
âIf I look at your face, Iâll stick it in completely. I canât do this to you.âÂ
âOh.â
Jungkook closes the distance, connecting his hand with your hip. He guides it up your body, travelling along your waist and arm. His touch leaves goosebumps where it goes. His palm is slightly calloused from fighting but incredibly tender in how it touches you. You feel yourself breathe heavier and heavier the longer he touches you.
He reaches your shoulder, closing the last of the distance by lowering his lips to your back.
âAhâ, you let out quietly, tensing up. Your eyes are widened comically big, staring into the bright flames. He is kissing your naked skin. What the fuck.Â
Jungkookâs eyes are closed in contrast. His head is foggy, but he tries to fight these feelings. You smell so good that it is very difficult to do so.Â
His hand is still on your shoulder at first but moves to your waist when he guides his kisses to said shoulder.Â
âOh godâ, you whisper, sighing afterwards.Â
Jungkook feels droopy from the sound, digging his fingers into the softness of your side. He shouldnât be doing this. Just the tip. Thatâs what he said. And yet here he is, kissing your soft skin as if it was his right to do so. He shouldnât be doing this, but he canât stop. He traces and holds your side and stomach, telling himself that he only does it to relax you. He kisses every inch of your exposed back and shoulder, telling himself that he only does it to calm you down. When in truth he does all of this because he wants to make it nice for you. And maybe he wants to be a source of tenderness after what you had to go through.Â
Lies. These are still lies. He fucking does this because he wants to. He fucking does it because he wants to know how it is to touch you. Taehyung talked when you and he were high school sweethearts. Oh, Taehyung talked and Jungkook had to listen and secretly seethe with jealousy. It should be him, he thought back then, he would know how to treat you right.
You had no idea of these thoughts. You still havenât as you lie here next to the warm fire while Jungkook touches you oh so carefully. You donât know if youâre allowed to close your eyes. Just the tip, you agreed on. Can you close your eyes for that?Â
But it feels so good. His lips are soft, while his piercings are hard in contrast. His touch is currently dancing up the middle of your torso slowly. You fight the shivers wanting to run through you.Â
You lose the fight a moment later when he pulls you against his strong chest and kisses your neck.Â
You whimper, trembling like crazy. You arch into him, craning your neck to give him more of it. Your heart skips beats under his lips. Jungkook grips the blanket to stop his hand from cradling your tits.Â
âFuck, I shouldnât be doing thisâ, he presses out under his breath, mouthing at your neck hungrily. âI shouldnâtâŠ.doâŠthis.âÂ
He drags his lips to your jawline and sucks. Your eyes close.
You mewl, rolling your hips back into him. His cock slides between your legs, rubbing between your puffy folds. He trembles in shock, gripping your hip to stop your wiggles.Â
âDonât do this. Donât act like this when it is supposed to mean nothing.â
âIâm sorry, I canât help it.â
âMhhm I know. You canât, but I can. I wonât do it again, Iâm sorry.âÂ
You swallow your begs, not wanting to appear weak or desperate. It is so difficult not to beg when you have his cock between your legs. Hugged by your folds and exchanging slick. He feels hot and his veins are pulsing desperately. You have never before felt so stupidly horny than you do right now. Quite frankly, he might be forcing you to go into impromptu heat if he keeps being like this.Â
âJust the tip, yeah? Just the tipâ, he whispers as he puts his arm under your head so you have something comfortable to rest on. You practically melt into him, biting back tears. You are being held and it feels so good. So safe and warm.Â
He kisses your neck and cheek, whispering his words.
âAre you comfortable? Are you ready?â
âYeahâ, you sigh, pushing your hips back.Â
Jungkook slides his other hand between your bodies, using it to align his cock with your dripping entrance. Just the tip, he reminds himself, nothing more. Donât be greedy, keep calm. This doesnât mean anything.Â
âLast chanceâ, he says, wanting to stall time so he can calm down.Â
âI trust you.â
Jungkook bites back his moan, having to take a deep breath before he can act. You are messing him up without knowing. With a racing pulse, he applies pressure on your puffy cunt and slips inside.Â
You squeak, shaking against your will. You convulse around him, gasping repeatedly. He went in so easily, despite his size.Â
Jungkook growls, âfuck, holy fuckâ, he gets out and bruises your hip as he grips it for support. It takes everything inside him not to push it all the way in. Jungkook genuinely has a hard time not to moan. You are so wet.
Judging from your tremors and the way you fight for air, it is just as difficult for you.
âOnly a few more secondâ, he forces his voice to sound as normal as possible. He wants to fuck you, but knows that he shouldnât.
âMh-hmâ, you squeak out, nodding your head. You want him to fuck you.Â
Jungkook closes his hand to a fist, growing his claws to dig them into his own palm. The pain keeps him from acting up. He wouldnât be able to handle it otherwise.Â
Jungkook always hoped that he would marry you one day. There it is. Itâs out there. Jungkook had feelings for you for decades. In his dreams, you marry him and he can spend the rest of his days spoiling you rotten. He would be your protector against any danger, your best friend to laugh with, your remedy for your heats and the lover you can be yourself with.Â
Being with you like this is everything he ever wished for. You are so soft and warm around him, your slick is so wet. He knows that, deeper inside, it would be so much more. You'd be so warm, so soft. Jungkook gulps down his desire for more, otherwise he would do things he would regret.
âI think it should be goodâ, he presses out. He canât do it anymore. One more second and he would push in all the way. He canât do this to you. You trust him and he canât abuse this trust.Â
âReally?â
You turn your head, looking up at him in droopy devotion. Jungkook whimpers, instantly cradling your cheek. He furrows his brows, throbbing inside you. He fights the urge to kiss you, to rest his forehead against yours, to bury himself deep inside you.
âPlease donât look at me.â
âJungkook.âÂ
His name hasnât rolled off your tongue ever since he left you at the playground. It almost brings tears to his eyes, forcing his arm around you tighter.
âI canât do thisâ, he drops his forehead against yours âI think I remembered that I need to put in all of it. Itâs not gonna work otherwise.âÂ
He is lying, because he canât accept the truth yet. That he is selfish and totally addicted to you.Â
âPlease do.âÂ
âNo. No we shouldnât be doing thisâ, he fights it still, shaking his head which makes his nose rub against yours.Â
âPleaseâ, your words tickle his lips, âsave me. Whatever it takes, save me.â
âUrghâ, he growls through gritted teeth.Â
âPlease.âÂ
Jungkook lifts his head. He wants to look into your eyes as he does it. He wants to see the utter bliss in your eyes as he turns your relationship status from ex childhood best friends to two adults reunited. Â
He rolls his hips, feeding your warmth his length inch by inch. Your brows furrow and lift, your lids flutter, your mouth falls open.Â
âA-ahâ, you squeak out.
âShhh, itâs okay. Iâm here. Iâm all hereâ, he whispers. He closes his arm around you, cradling you in a gentle headlock.Â
You close your fingers around his lower arm, spilling tears from your eyes.Â
âDoes it hurt?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
âBut?âÂ
âSoâŠfilled out. So big.â
âI know. Iâm big, but youâre taking me so well.â
You whimper. Jungkook feels so insanely protective over you right now.Â
âYes, you are. Taking me so wellâ, he insists, brushing the back of his hand down your cheek.Â
Jungkook continues until he bottoms out. He shudders, choking down a whimper. You feel so good. He never ever felt like this before. It feels like coming home which is insane because he was never with you like this.Â
â___â, your name comes out of him against his will.Â
âJungkookâ, you answer him, clenching around him. Â
âStay still, please.âÂ
âOkayâ, you whimper, looking at his lips.Â
The pull is magnetic. Jungkook draws closer with parted lips, you meet him with parted lips. Once you kiss, it will be over for you and him. There will be no coming back from this.Â
âNoâ, he croaks, putting his hand over your mouth. The headlock tightens like this, giving you such a sense of being protected that your walls clench against your will.Â
âWe shouldnât kiss. Neverâ, he rasps weakly, mouthing at his own hand right where your lips lie beneath. You close your eyes, trying to move your lips under his hand. It is starting to feel cruel to be denied his kiss. Especially when memories of your past come back to you.Â
You remember that it was a group of eight kids and you were doing âdaresâ to see who is the coolest. Taehyung was dared to prank call his mom and he actually did. He pretended to be a grown up insurance clerk and once he hung up, you really thought that he managed to prank his mom (he didnât hide his phone number and had a childlike voice). Jimin, another friend, was dared to climb a tree. Which he did and he was sooo cool for it. They were silly, childish dares who did no harm but made you feel so cool. Then it came to you and you were dared to kiss Jungkook. Which you did. In a childlike, innocent way but which made you and him feel so grown up for a moment.
The memory is haunting you right now, making you want to redo it in a grown up, mature way. You open your eyes, meeting Jungkookâs gaze. Judging from the foggy desperation in them, he is haunted by the same memory.Â
âPlease get out of my headâ, he gets out.
You whimper his name behind his hand. Jungkook furrows his brows, grinding his teeth.
âNo please. Stop itâ, he croaks, squeezing his eyes shut.
You want to fight it as well, of course you do. You swore to hate him forever and now you want nothing else than his kiss. You want to fight it, but your hands move against your will. They rest themselves over Jungkookâs hand and try to dig between your face and his palm.
He growls, huffing out air. The only thing keeping your hips from joining the impossible fight is his hand on it. Shit, now he is concentrating on down below. Your puffy walls around him, so soft and warm. Being inside you, Jungkook swears he will never be cold again. Or maybe he will be, maybe he will never find warmth again once this stops, once he has to slip out and pretend that it meant nothing.
What will happen afterwards? He is so needy and he knows that you are too. What will happen? Are you going to lie next to each other, wet and needy and force your bodies to calm down? Or maybe he will need to excuse himself to outside, fuck his own fist as the loud thunder masks his desperate moans while inside the shed you most definitely would touch yourself as well?
Jungkook was so lost in his haunted thoughts that he realises too late that you managed to tug his hand away. Your lips brush hisâ.Â
Jungkook moans from the bottom of his heart, going in for more at first. He even rolls his hips into you. Like instinct. Like it is meant to happen.Â
âNoâ, he pushes you away, slips out, breaks the moment. âWe shouldnât be doing this. Not that far.â
You sob, shrinking into yourself.Â
âPleaseâ, you whimper your words, staring at him with desperate, sad eyes. You lift your hips, begging him silently.
âI wonât be able to stop if I do it again. I canât do this to you.âÂ
âPleaseâ, you beg.
âDo you even know what an alpha does when he fucks? I wonât be able to stop until I bred you. I-Iâll knot you and, and you wonât be able to get me out until Iâm soft again.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âThis could take hours. You will feel out of control and vulnerable.âÂ
âYou said that you will protect me. That I-Iâm safe with you.âÂ
â___â, he chokes out and crawls to you. He picks you up in his strong arms, holding you against his chest. His heart is racing like crazy against your back. âStop me. I beg you. I canât pretend any longer that this means nothing to me. You have to stop this.â
You reach up and twist his hair, pulling him down to you.Â
âWe shouldnât-âÂ
You silence him with a kiss.Â
Jungkook trembles, resting his weight against you as the kiss renders his body useless for a moment. You are kissing him. You stopped this stupid farce for you and him. You sealed your fates. Jungkook knows that it wonât be the same after tonight. He will never fucking give you up.Â
He breaks the kiss, but stay close.
âYou shouldnât have done this.â
âPlease. More.â
âAre you even hearing me?â he hisses.
âYes. Please, more.âÂ
âFuck, we really shouldnât, but maybe IâŠI have to move it a few times? To really mark you?âÂ
âYes, sounds good, mark me please. I donât wanna be sold.âÂ
âI-Iâll do it just for that. To make sure.âÂ
âYes. Okayâ, you sigh and melt into him, lifting your leg.Â
Jungkook slides his hand under it instantly.
âLet me do it. Relax.âÂ
You let your muscles relax, allowing him to carry your legâs weight. He does it so easily, tracing your hairline with his fingertips as he looks down at you. He moves his hips so his cock would slip between your folds, working you up to what was coming by grinding back and forth. He really drags out the movements, sending trembles through your legs each time his thick tip rubs your swollen clit.Â
He exhales shakily, whispering his thoughts.
âYouâre so wet. I have never felt slick so warm and, and wet before.âÂ
You look up at him with shy, nervous puppy eyes, making him want to protect you forever.Â
âIs it bad?âÂ
âNo, fuck noâ, he puts his arm around your chest, pulling you up to him until he can rest his forehead against yours. âItâs perfect, baby.âÂ
âBaby?âÂ
âIâŠâ he drops you, hips stilling in shock. He doesnât know what to say. Anything he could say feels like too little of an apology.Â
You however increase the lethalness of your puppy eyes, reaching down to try and move his hips again.Â
âPlease. More.âÂ
âWeâre only doing this to save you, right?â He asks, picking up a rhythm again. It is the same as before but way more arousing because he purposefully makes sure that his tip slips into you every now and then. He starts off with just a little poke, increasing the inches more and more. But it stays just the tip, for now, donât be mistaken. If he slips inside it should happen accidentally. He likes to tell himself if it happens like this, it will mean that it wasnât his fault.Â
âYes, only to save meâ you lull your words, getting droopier and droopier. Each time he has his tip inside you, it feels so good. Before he slips out and you feel sad, until of course he drags his cock over your clit instead. Â
You canât do this for long anymore and Jungkook seems to share your feelings. The tip he buries in you starts to go way past your entrance and it seems to stay longer inside. His golden eyes never break contact, his fingers rub your arm as he holds you so close.Â
He slips into you again. So deep.Â
âMhhhhmâ he lets out in a rumble, furrowing his brows.Â
You whimper, lifting your brows.Â
Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. He wonât be able to escape like this.Â
Deeper.
He bottoms out.Â
You moan, eyelids fluttering and lips chasing his kiss.Â
He shakes his head, talking as he falls into the kiss.
âWe really shouldnât be doing this.â
You kiss and Jungkookâs cock doesnât leave you again. It stays buried deep inside you, reshaping your walls as his hips move. Slowly for now, daring not to be too rough with you. Because being rough makes it real. Maybe if he keeps his movements tiny enough, it will still count as being nothing of importance.Â
Because thatâs what this is, right? Something that doesnât mean anything, something that wonât change who you and he are. This is what those needy, hungry tongue kisses mean, this is what the desperate touches mean, this is what the exchanging of warm slick means. Nothing. Because if those things meant something, it would force Jungkook to admit that he is doing This for himself. Of course he does it to save you, but if it meant something, he would have to admit that he is also doing this for himself.Â
But it doesnât mean anything, right? Right?
You break the kiss for air, looking up at him submissively and droopy.
âIt feels so goodâ, you whisper.
âClose your eyes, please.âÂ
You obey and Jungkook has to come to the realisation that it makes no difference. This fucking means something. Holy fuck, he is done for.Â
âMaybe I have to make you cum?â
âWhat?â you ask, eyes still closed.Â
âI think I need to make you cum once. Then youâll be marked.â
âPlease do. I trust you.âÂ
Trust. He thought that he would never earn it again and yet here he is. With your weakened, trembling body in his hold as you trust him to take good care of you.Â
âMhhm shitâ, he presses out, biting down on his own tongue to calm himself. Be tender with her, he thinks, you swore to be a gentle alpha so fucking get it together.
He moves you into another position, draping your leg over his hip so you wouldnât have to use your muscles. You are so open and spread like this, allowing his big cock entrance. He slides his hand to your clit and takes it between his thumb and middle finger to massage it.Â
âA-haâ, you let out, arching your back and lifting your hips.
âSsssh, relax. Iâm here.â
âPlease, deeper.âÂ
Jungkook buries his cock deep inside you and stays there, circling his hips. He is so big and long that he stimulates both your g-spot and your cervix. He is so gentle that it doesnât hurt. It just feels so good that your fangs grow against your will and you leak masses of new slick.
âLike this? Am I making it nice for you?â
âSo niceâ, you mewl, nodding your head vigorously.Â
Jungkook is gazing at you as it happens. He watches every change of expression on your face, fighting the urge to call you beautiful. Because thatâs what you are. Beautiful. You would deserve to know but he is scared of the consequences. It would mean the fluttering of his heart is real.
âIs so niceâ, you sigh, writhing happily. It breaks him.
âYouâre beautifulâ, he says, moaning softly when you tighten and arch your back. So you liked it. His cock throbs inside you, leaking into you needily. âYeah thatâs right, youâre beautiful. So fucking beautiful. Taking me so well, feeling so good on my cock.â
âAh, aaaahâ, your moans are so loud, your pussy so fucking wet and your clit so swollen.Â
Jungkook fucks you gently, massaging your spot of pleasure with his long, skilled fingers. He can feel your heartbeat in your back, as much as he can feel you rub against his nipples.Â
The blanket over your bodies is so hot, making you and him sweat wherever you are touching. He canât deny it anymore that this is real, that this means something. This means fucking everything to him.
âYouâre such a good omega, taking me so well.â
âYouâre making me cumâ, you croak, grasping his arm for support, âplease, can I cum?âÂ
âYes, baby. You can. Cum for me.âÂ
âJungkookâ, you gasp, ripping your eyes open to stare in shock as his gentle touches bring you over the edge.
Your eyes flicker golden, you moan silently with an open mouth.Â
âThatâs it, cum for your alpha. Let me mark you, thatâs it.âÂ
He has a hard time saying these words to you. His thoughts are running wild. This is the face you make when you have an orgasm. Never in his wildest dreams could he have imagined this to be a face he gets to see. And itâs so beautiful that he treads the moment your high stops and he has to pull out. He doesnât want to pull out. He needs more of you. He needs you like fucking crazy.
âMore pleaseâ, and then your beg releases him. You are down from your high, yet still so hungry for more. You feel so fulfilled with him that you donât want this to stop.Â
âWhat?â he croaks.
âMore please, more.â
âIf I do this, I wonât stop until I cum too.âÂ
âI know.âÂ
âMaybe youâre right. Maybe I have to cum inside you to mark you?âÂ
âYeah, maybe.âÂ
The pretend continues. The fucking charades that this is only to save you from your fate, that you and he arenât doing this because it feels so good to both of you.Â
âPlease Jungkook, fuck me properly.â
âAre you sure?â he almost squeaks the words because he has such a hard time controlling his urges.Â
âYes. Please.â
âHoly fuck. ___ urgh.â
Your needy beg does the rest. His animalistic instincts take over.
Jungkook growls, grabbing you roughly to flip you onto your stomach and therefore pin you down. He straddles you from behind. His right hand slips to the back of your head, his left hand has a possessive grip on your hip. His legs cage in your legs, keeping them squeezed together as he drills his thick cock into your pussy. You are so tight like this, jerking him off in such a maddening way.Â
You scream up as you didnât expect him to take on such a punishing pace instantly, but you arenât complaining. It feels so good to take him. He fucks you so well. His cock is so filling, making you feel whole.Â
âIâm not holding back now. For you, just for you. Is this good for you? Do you like this?â, he growls through gritted fangs, shifting his eyes between your face and his cock.
âYeaaâ, you sob, clawing at the ground helplessly. You were aware that Jungkook has been an adult for years, but this is still changing how you see him. Whenever you thought of him, you saw that twelve year old boy calling you immature for playing. That boy is gone as if he never existed. Jungkook is a fucking adult and he is rewriting the image in your mind one heavy stroke at a time.
âYou should have never seen me like this. Fuck, this shouldnât happenâ, Jungkook spits, high on your body. He is embarrassed by his actions, but canât stop them. âBut I canât stop. Holy fuck, I need you so fucking bad.â He needs to fuck you. You are so small and weak right now, so goddamn vulnerable. Once so unclaimed until he took you.
You are his.Â
Jungkook growls, pinning you harder into the ground.Â
You are his.Â
You reach behind yourself because his hand on your head hurts. He grabs your wrist instantly, using it to pin your arm against your back. You wail up, kicking the ground as best as possible as you writhe in your imprisonment.Â
âIâm sorry. You shouldnât see me like this. Not you. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He apologises, knowing that he wonât be able to stop until you are claimed. The thought makes him crazy. He is claiming you. The girl who was his first kiss, his best friend who always came to him when she needed help, the woman who counts on him to protect her from her fate and the wife he always hoped to have one day. And he is claiming her. He is marking her, making you his for anyone to smell.
Jungkook drills you harder. He pulls out all the way to his tip just to thrust into you sloppily. He does it over and over again, reminding your dripping pussy of his size with each possessive thrust.Â
And you take it with grateful sobs, existing only for him right now. You would never recover if he stopped right now. You need him to finish what he started even if it ruins you in the process.Â
âWe really shouldnât be doing this, fuck, this shouldnât happenâ, Jungkook gets out, gawking at where he buries himself in you.Â
Your slick is slowly taking on a milky colour from the intense friction. It sticks to his veiny shaft and his dark pubes, smearing all over your ass and his thighs as well.
If this shouldnât happen, why does it feel so good? If this shouldnât happen, why does it look so hot? If this shouldnât happen, why does he not want to stop?Â
Jungkook scrunches his face in anger. He lets go of your arm so he can grip your hips with both hands. He pulls them up until you are kneeling. Your face is still buried in the ground, your back is arched.
You shake and convulse instantly, sobbing in embarrassment because the open position of your legs forces your slick to run out of you.Â
âHoly fuckâ, he gets out, staring at it with blown out pupils, âholy fuck, ___.âÂ
âIâm sorry, please donât judge meâ, you beg, trying so hard to keep it inside with clenches around his cock.
âNever. Holy fuck, I could never.â
âIâm so embarrassed.â
âDonât be. Relax, baby. Donât fight itâ, he says, knowing that you and he shouldnât be doing this.Â
You obey instinctively. You relax around him, releasing the slick you so desperately wanted to hide from him. It begins squirting out of you messily and audibly, marking him yours.
âYesâ, he growls and begins pulling your hips onto his cock possessively, thrusting into you at the same time. He does it with one hand because the other he slips between your legs to pinch your clit. Gently of course, keeping her between two fingers to massage her in circular motions.
âLet me help you.âÂ
You wail and shake, releasing more and more of your pretty slick. It runs down your thighs, covers his legs, smears all over your ass and his stomach. Â
âRelax, thatâs it. My pretty omega shouldnât keep it inside. Itâs not good for you.âÂ
âJungkook, I canât do thisâ, you sob.
âI know. We canât do this, we never should have.â
âNoâ, you wail, âno. I have to cum again.â
âWhenever you want to. Your alphaâs right here, baby.âÂ
âJungkook!â you scream, breaking apart as if you never orgasmed before. It feels so good.
âHoly fuck baby, ah!â Jungkook yelps, hips stuttering in shock, âyou feel so good, what the fuck ah! Ah! I canât control myself. Baby!âÂ
Jungkook growls and lays himself over you. He holds you up with one hand around you, biting down on your shoulder as his body breaks. You sob from the pain of the bite, loving every second of it.Â
And then it hits you.Â
His seed.
His thick, hot seed.
It shoots out of him with such strength that you feel punched in the gut. The effect is instant. You lose control over yourself. Quite literally, you lose control. You can still talk, using it to scream his name as you orgasm in a way you have never experienced before.Â
The first one was intense but familiar. This right now? You didnât even know that your body could feel this way. It is truly, seriously, religious. It is as if you finally found your purpose in life. And in a sense you did. You found your alpha. He finally claimed you properly. You are hisâ. You arenât unclaimed anymore. Nobody ever educated on this, so you have no idea that these religious, soul fulfilling feelings mean that you changed forever, but you donât mind right now. You are just riding on these feelings, screaming his name and milking him dry.Â
Jungkook whimpers. He truly, honestly whimpers from the bottom of his heart, collapsing on top of you. He knocks you into the ground like that, burying you under his weight but he couldnât stop it from happening.Â
He never experienced this feeling either. He had sex with people, but it never felt like This before. He orgasmed in them but it never felt like this. It feels as if his seed finally has purpose. Thatâs how it feels. Like his efforts and all the rutting he is doing has fucking purpose.Â
And then it happens. Something that he was only told could happen to him, finally happens to him. His knot swells. He actually fucking grows a knot and has to writhe on top of you, burying his nose deep in your hair as he sobs your name.Â
You sob as well, insides suddenly feeling like bursting. His knot is so big and thick that it should feel like an intruder but it doesnât. It feels like the best drug ever. You didnât even know that you could stretch this far. The amount of stimulation it gives you as it rubs against your walls is otherworldly, making you chase one orgasm after the other.
âI donât know whatâs happening to me. Ah! ___!â Jungkook yelps, having to orgasm again as your tight walls stimulate his knot. The amount of sensitivity he feels on it is insane.ïżœïżœ
His hands slide together with yours, holding them tightly as he pins them into the ground. His tears fall into your hair, your own tears soak the blanket.Â
âI canât stopâ, you get out, shaking in fear, âI canât stop cumming!â
âMe neither.â
âIâm scared. Iâm so scaredâ, you sob, riding on the unfamiliar, scary sensations.
âDonât be scared, Iâm here. Iâm hereâ, he talks you through it, shaking beyond saving.
You arenât even moving much. There are no thrusts, no sloppy wiggles. Just and you and him, actually stuck together because of his knot while he pumps one cumshot after the other into you. There is no movement and yet it feels better than the most passionate rutting session you each had. No movement and yet you are fulfilled beyond comparison. Is this how it feels to find your mate? Is this what it is?Â
Did âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ turn into the finding of your other half? Was âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ fateâs way of protecting you from what will happen once you gave in? Or was there ever a âwe shouldnât be doing thisâ strong enough that could have prevented you from doing this?
Whatever it might be, it is too late to think about the what ifs now. The reality is that you and he canât stop climaxing, lost in the most addicting and intense pleasure you and he ever found yourselves in. It is never ending. When he climaxes, you have to too which sets him off again, triggering your need to as well. It is a vicious, never ending, orgasmic cycle.
âThis feels so goodâ, he croaks out, writhing on top of you, âdoes it feel-âÂ
âYes! Yes! Oh god please Kook not again. Kook!â
âKookâ, Jungkook repeats the nickname in a whimper, curling his toes as another orgasm hits him as well. He never thought to hear this name from you again. He canât handle it any other way than filling you with more of him.Â
There is so much of him inside you by now, having no way to escape because of his knot that your body reacts in the only way it knows how to survive. It opens up for his seed to go deeper. It trickles into the deepest parts of your sex organs, warming you from the inside out. It is like he is alive inside you, feeding you with the strongest drug you ever took. You think that you black out for a moment. You are still aware of what is happening to you, but it is hidden behind a thick layer of blurriness.Â
âEhâ, you let out, falling into the darkness gladly. It feels so good to do. There is something because you are aware of your orgasm, but there is also nothing. It is as if you are standing next to your body, watching it shake and tremble as he makes a home inside you.
And then there is nothing. Truly nothing. No more orgasmic pleasure, no more watching yourself. Just darkness.
â___? Hey, ___? Holy fuck, whatâs wrong with you? ___, open your eyes pleaseâ, Jungkookâs distraught voice comes closer and closer, his hand on your face becomes clearer and clearer, âplease ___, open your eyes, please. Oh god, what have I done? I should never have done this. I- Oh god ___ please, Iâm sorry. Wake up, please.â
He shakes your head gently. It brings you back to reality. Your body regains the ability to feel.Â
âJungkookâ, you whimper, opening your eyes. You writhe instantly, throbbing around his knot happily.
â___ hey. Holy fuck, thank god. Heyâ, he says, dropping his forehead against your temple and kissing the side of your face desperately, âIâm so glad that youâre back. I thought that I killed you.â
âNo, just made me black out.âÂ
âWhy? Does it hurt? Are you in lots of pain?âÂ
âNo, just havenât felt so good before. Ever. Kook, Iâ, you suddenly have to whimper your words, âI feel your cum inside my uterus. Itâs so warm and alive andâŠ.right.â
âIt is?â He whimpers as well, feeling weakened in emotion.
You nod your head. Jungkook sobs quietly, using the hold he has on your hand to guide your arm under your body and against your chest. Like this, he rolls your bodies to their sides, instantly cradling you against his chest while his trembling lips kiss any part of you that he can reach.
Your face, your neck, your shoulder, your arm, your back and the bite mark he left, your face again. Over and over he kisses each inch of you, whispering your name every now and then as if he is trying to make sure that he remembers who made him feel like this. As if he is trying to make his brain memorise who it was who made him experience his first knot.
He is still swollen, keeping everything inside you safely. It is still so intense, but suddenly it feels more emotionally intense than physically. Enough time must have passed for the fire to reduce the logs by lot. And all of a sudden you and he donât feel the uncontrollable need to orgasm anymore. You still want to be close, moving your hips in emotionally needy wiggles in hopes of keeping his knot alive for as long as possible, but it is not to chase another orgasm. You want this to last because it feels so safe.Â
âI donât know whatâs happening to me. I donât want this to endâ, Jungkook confesses, holding you protectively.
âMe neither. I feel so safe like this.â
âHoly fuck, ___. What did we do?â he presses out, kissing your cheek over and over again.
âI donât know.â
âI never knotted before. I never felt like this. Holy fuck, ___.âÂ
âWhat is gonna happen to us now?â
âI donât know. All I know is that I canât let you go again. Ever. I donât wanna fucking share you. Never. Iâm trying so hard not to tell you that youâre mine âcause I promised you that this would never happen again.â
âPlease donât.â
âWhat?â
You turn your head, leaning deeper into his embrace. Like this, you feel his racing heart against your shoulder and you are entirely protected in his arms. His knotted cock throbs inside you as your eyes meet. The same playful, gentle boy of the past looks back at you, except that his once boyish features are mature and aged up. A gentle, adoring man stares back at you and you canât seem to find your way out of his galaxy eyes.Â
âPlease donât promise me that this wonât happen again.â You cradle his cheek. âDonât hold back on telling me that Iâm yours.â
âYou donât know what youâre saying. Youâre high from my cum, these arenât your real feelings.â
âWhy shouldnât they be?âÂ
â___, we-â
You put your thumb on his lips.Â
âWe shouldnât have done this, I know. You kept telling me as we kept doing this.âÂ
Jungkook gives up in a sigh, having to chuckle afterwards. You giggle, cupping his cheek again.
âJust the tip. Thatâs what we agreed on. Just the tipâ, he says.
You clench around his knot, touching your bloated stomach. You instantly guide his hand to it, wanting him to feel what he did to you. He purrs deeply, biting down on his lower lip. You grin goofily.
âJust the tip indeed.â
He laughs softly. You snicker and stub his nose with your own.Â
âThis is the messiest and deepest tip I have ever givenâ, he jokes, making you laugh.Â
âOh god, this was funny.â
âMhm, Iâm pretty funnyâ, he says and nuzzles his nose into your neck to tickle you gently.
You squeak and giggle, feeling happy beyond comparison. Jungkook ends his loving attack with kisses to your ear.Â
You sigh, melting into the affection. You and he lace fingers, using the position to melt closer.Â
Your droopy eyes stare into the flames while Jungkook relaxes you with soft kisses all over your neck, shoulder and back.Â
The thunderstorm stopped outside. It is already a little brighter. Fuck, so you were really trapped in this orgasmic state for a few hours. It felt as if so little time passed as it was happening.Â
âWhat is gonna happen now?â you whisper.
âNow? Weâre gonna cuddle and Iâll be kissing you until youâre asleep.â
âI mean after that. Do we have to show Urquard that Iâm claimed?â
âI guess. I havenât thought that far into the future yet. But yes, he will probably want proof that youâre marked.â
âIâm scared. Do I have to get naked in front of him? And his pack? Will he put something in me to get a scent?â
âHe can try if he wants to die.â Jungkook pulls you closer possessively. âYouâre under my protection now. Okay? You wonât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with and Iâll hunt down anyone who dares to overstep your boundaries. Even Urquard and his pack.âÂ
âReally?âÂ
âYes, really. I promise you.â
You close your eyes, spilling tears.
âThank you.âÂ
You never thought it possible to have your dreams fulfilled by Jungkook and yet here you are. You are being held and comforted by Jungkook and it feels like home.Â
âDonât thank me. Youâre mine. My darling ___ to keep safe. You have my body to protect you and my heart to find a home in.âÂ
There is deep rooted honesty in his words, but you are suddenly too sleepy to ask him what he meant by them. There will still be another time. This wasnât just a one time thing after all.
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Hi there! Saw your post of Ken Sato request. I was thinking about one I have and I had a OS in mind, a Ken Sato x Fem! Reader with the Bad Boy x Good Girl trope. Similar to Rapunzel and Eugene's relationship. Reader is an amazing artist and such a Sunshine while Ken is the opposite.
It's up to you how you wanna write it. Take your time and no need to rush.
Good Girl's Bad Boy
pairings: Kenji Sato x fem!reader
a/n: I loev him so much help
warnings: erm idk, parents disapproving of Ken lol, this is fluff!!
You and Kenji started dating when you both were in LA and were teenagers. Your parents hated his guts. He was egotistical, had a big bike, got into fights often, he's basically in every parenting 101 on who your kid should not date. Despite your parents disapproval however, it didn't stop you from dating him and they can't pull you away from him anyway. So the only thing your parents can do to protest is roll their eyes at him whenever he picks you up on his bike for dates.
They did not like having him around either, but that also didn't stop him. Up to 12am when you're doing your art assignments, he would often climb up your bedroom window. And get a couple of injuries along the way.
A soft knock was heard at your window. You peer at the window away from your painting, and notice a familiar figure. It was your boyfriend, Ken. Smiling, you move to pull up the window, helping him in so he doesn't trip all over your stuff. "You just don't listen to my parents, do you?" You deadpanned, smirking. "You didn't listen when they told you not to date me." He raised his hands up in defense.
As you were watching him talk, you noticed he had fresh injuries on his cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows, placing your hands on his cheeks to check for further injuries. "Did you get hurt getting up here? Next time just call me and I'll let you in quietly from the front door." You pouted as he places his own hands above yours. "But then it wouldn't be so thrilling, right?" He raises an eyebrow, grinning.
"You're too much." You walk away to look for your bandaids in the bathroom. Unfortunately all you had were hello kitty bandaids, but that didn't stop you from giving it to him. Placing it onto his face, you can't help but giggle at how cute he looks. "You look so silly." You laugh, covering your mouth with your palm. "What? What did you do?" He furrows his eyebrows, walking to your mirror to look at his face. "Aww, seriously?" He whines, to which you stifle your laugh.
"I think it's adorable. You're adorable." You place a firm kiss to his cheek, his ears warming and turning red from the contact. "I can't let anyone see me in this... I've got a... A reputation to live up to!" He makes up an excuse. "Oh be quiet. It wouldn't kill you to have a hello kitty bandaid. I think it's pretty badass." You reassured him. "Seriously?" He laughs for a moment before flickering his eyes to your art piece.
"What're you working on?" He asks, watching as you move to excitedly show him what you were painting. "It's a cat!" You excitedly show him, it was detailed and coloured halfway, but there were outlines to show what you wanted to paint of course. He chuckles, he loves seeing you gleam when showing your work. "Beautiful artwork, sweetheart." He presses a kiss to your forehead.
Let's not forget he has a bike. A cool one. The first time you rode on it, you were like a scared cat, holding onto his waist tightly. Your parents hated this of course, because they much prefer a well suited man with a car.
Man... You wished Kenji would've shown a little less attitude when talking to other men that showed you even the slightest attention. The amount of fights he's gotten in for you. And the amount of first aid you've had to do for him. And meeting your parents for the first time, he had a bunch of bandaids on his face and arms, looking like a total thug that fights a lot. -10000 points for him. Your parents just want their angel daughter date someone nicer, you know?
Over the years, your parents eventually accepted him because he has been getting a lot of brownie points for being a big baseball star and.... Being considerably rich. Despite your family's disagreements on this, you moved to Japan with him, as well. After taking the most confusing and unbelievable news of him having to take over Ultraman, of course.
I mean, Japan is beautiful. It's a brilliant place to start your art careerâ that is, what Ken says when he convinces you to move with him. Moving in the same house was one thing, but moving together to a different country was a bigger thing! Hell, you've both done so many things behind your family's back that you just went right with it.
"Oh, what the heck! Let's move to Japan." You agreed to his proposal, to which he smiled brightly, planting a sweet kiss to your lips. You can definitely see the rest of your life in Japan. Cheering for him in the stands, treating his injuries after any kaiju incidents, and morning coffees together before work... What you didn't expect was a giant pink lizard wanting Ken as her daddy.
He was so frustrated of having to take over his father's job, and stressed out, only you could reassure him. He needs a little sun in his cloudy days, AKA you. You're like the soft breeze on a hot day, or the rainbow at the end of the road!
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three strikes - nishimura riki x fem! reader
a/n: HIIIIII this was a request from my đ§ anon :3 i hope you love it my dear
warnings- jealousy! nothing insane tho, mostly fluff đ i added a small inside joke that riki would call ricky from zb1 âdiscount rickyâ all jokes tho (pls donât kill me)
wc- honestly over 750
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âhere.â you looked over to riki setting your drink down on the table, you looked up at him and smiled as he sat down across from you at the cafe table.
âdid you-â
âask for extra peppermint? yes. even though itâs gross..â riki mumbled, you giggled and sipped your hot coco. it was freezing cold at least to you and so the coco helped a lot.
âwhen is your project partner arriving?â riki mumbled, sipping his coffee.
you shrugged, âany minute.â setting your coco down riki watched you, he wasnât necessarily happy over this whole project partner thing. riki knew your project partner, and safe to say he was just irritated by his presence. he didnât know why, but he was just irked.
so when the OTHER ricky walked in, he just waved and watched as the other boy sat next to you.
âhey y/n!â he smiled, you grinned back at him.
âhey! itâs cold outside are you sure youâre bundled up enough?â you asked, grabbing your books. riki just decided to go on his phone to pass time.
âyeah! itâs crazy how quickly the weather changed huh? are you warm enough?â
you and ricky made small talk which didnât bother your best friend. that was until one sentence.
âyour hands are freezing y/n!â
rikiâs eyes shot up to see the discount rickyâs hands on yours. if stares could kill a man, discount ricky would be six feet under.
âoh! yeah thatâs why riki, well, my riki got me hot coco.â you let go of his hand and turned to your hot beverage.
nishimura riki would be lying if he said some pride didnât bubble up inside him, which didnât go unnoticed by the boy sitting next to you.
riki didnât take notice and he went back on his phone, he just wanted your project to be over so he could walk back to the car with you and just be away from people. by people he meant discount ricky. this was strike one for his patience.
âi think we should work more on the details of the piece of art itself. like things that normal people look past in monetâs art. thereâs a story everywhere.â you suggested, this art project was pretty big for your grade. and you were just relieved that your project partner agreed to do monet.
âthatâs such a good idea y/n.â ricky smiled.
oh please riki thought to himself, at that point discount ricky should just get on his hands and knees and beg for your attention. thatâd be way less embarrassing than kissing your ass at every little- wait what the hell
to rikiâs horror, discount ricky, was readjusting your beanie so your hair didnât get in your face. this pissed him off, strike two of his patience gone. riki was the one who spent HOURS trying to crochet you that beanie last year and now heâs going to have to make you another one because discount rickyâs grimy hands touched it! riki felt his eye twitch, he ended up making eye contact with the boy next to you. a smirk ghosting his features.
riki wanted to kick his shin under the table or maybe throw his hot coffee-
âi think we should also choose one of monetâs less known works aswe- oh ouchâŠâ you mumbled rubbing your hands, whenever you wrote or sketched too long your hands would hurt. riki always took notice of this so he looked up proper hand massages- safe to say he could be certified- WHAT THE SHIT?
discount ricky grabbed your hands and started massaging them.
strike three
âcan you get your hands off her?!â riki finally snapped, âgod at this point itâs revolting! iâm right in front of both of you!â
your eyes widened as you watched you best friend actually lose his temper, yeah youâd seen him bicker but this was different.
âwhat are you two dating?â ricky asked, if you were in a tv show youâd see the angry lightening bolt hit both of them. this was not good, you quickly packed your bags and grabbed your best friend. apologizing to your project partner.
âwhatâs his fucking problem?!â riki stomped through the fresh snow to your car.
âwhatâs his problem?! whatâs your problem? what the hell was that?! are you okay?!â you had a million questions. and they were flying out.
âi- what- how is this my fault!? he had his grimy discount ricky hands all over you! only iâm allowed to do that as your best friend!â
it was really hard to take him seriously as you finally got to the car laughing. you leaned against the hood trying to catch your breath.
ây/n this isnât funny!â he stood right next to you.
you finally caught your breath, âiâm sorry where did the nickname discount ricky come from?â
âwell obviously iâm the better one way more deserving of, um hello, touching your hair, massaging your hands because im youtube certified, AND THE COLD HANDS THING?! he was flirting with you shamelessly in front of me!â riki swung his arms around like a crazy person trying to explain that the end was near.
your hat fell slightly as you laughed again which riki fixed gently before speaking again, âthen heâd smirk at me like he knew he was getting on my nerves! like that discount version of ME KNEW HE WAS MAKING ME ANGRY!â
âshould i take my hat off and give you sanitizer? since you touched my discount ricky infected beanie?â you asked, unlocking the car and throwing your backpack in the back. you turned around and bumped into riki.
âactually yeah take off that hat. i will sanitize it and crochet you a new one.â riki grabbed the hat off your head and gave you his own beanie.
âshould i sanitize my hands too?â you asked giggling, going to open your door but slipping on black ice.
riki immediately caught you, âum guess who couldnât catch you- discount ricky. iâm clearly better for you so.â
you started laughing again, hitting his chest playfully, âyouâre acting like a jealous boyfriend.â
âis that a bad thing?â riki asked quickly, suddenly unsure of himself.
you shook your head no, âitâs cute.â
riki smiled down at you; it was obvious he was at least a little smug.
âyou know what he didnât contaminate?â you asked, still giggling, your eyes flickered from rikiâs eyes to his lips. immediately he got the hint and took his chance.
discount ricky is out and nishimura riki hit a home run
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Imagine meeting Rob Lucci again on Egghead Island
Warning: Contains spoilers! If you aren't caught up in the Egghead arc and don't want spoilers, don't read.
Rob: [tied up and unconscious on the floor of Vegapunk's lab]
You: [glaring at him from the other side of the room]
Stussy: Oh my, that's quite a scary look. It's almost like you know him.
You: I do know him, or at least I thought I did... A little over two years ago I lived on Water 7 where I worked for an engineering firm, and had a life, and a boyfriend.
Stussy: {looks shocked and points at Rob] Was he your boyfriend?
You: Yup, but I got transferred here shortly before he tried to kill Iceberg, who is my adoptive father. We used to exchange letters, and then one day they just stopped, and then three weeks later I got a letter from Iceberg that explained everything.
Stussy: That must have come as quite a shock.
Kaku: [wakes up] what the? [looks around, before cringing away when he notices you] oh dear.
You: [glares] Is that all you have to say to me?
Kaku: Listen, it was just a job, it wasn't personal.
You: Really? Because trying to murder members of my family feels really personal to me, buddy.
Kaku: [Nods to Robin] Technically, she shot Iceberg.
Robin: I shot him the first time, and I didn't feel I had another choice because you were threatening my friends and I didn't know what to do.
You: The second time was Blueno, and then you and Rob beat Paulie, and then left both Iceburg and Paulie tied up inside a burning building!
Kaku: we did do that, didn't we...
You: not to mention Rob played with my feelings by pretending to be a loving boyfriend.
Kaku: I swear that wasn't pretended Lucci really does love~
Rob: That's enough, Kaku.
You: You can talk! Why am I surprised, everything was a lie, wasn't it?
Rob: .... not everything [looks up at you, clearly pouting that he's being admonished]
You: I don't believe you.
Rob: ... can we discuss this in private, please?
You: no, we can't, I do not want to be alone with the World Noble's attack dog.
Rob: I'm a cat.
You: Excuse me?
Rob: I am a Zoan-type devil fruit user, the Neko Neko no Mi, Model: Leopard, specifically.
You: I don't care, because then you're just plain bad at being a cat.
Rob: Bad at being a cat!
You: yes, because if you knew a damn thing about cats, then you'd know you don't ever actually own a cat, you just live with one. They don't listen, they don't obey, and they most certainly don't respect you. So, I suppose, you were good at being a cat when it came to me, but bad when it comes to the world nobles.
Rob: That's not true...
You: save it, I don't want to hear your excuses.
Rob: [Takes a deep breath] They're not excuses, it's true I got close to you in the first place because of Iceberg, but I grew genuine feelings for you once I got to know you. I know I hurt you, it's why I stopped writing you after what happened in Water 7.
Nami: And because his ego was bruised because our captain whooped his ass.
Kaku: He was also in a coma for like a week afterward.
Rob: I figured by then you would have already had word from Water 7 of what happened, so I didn't want to rub salt into the wounds by trying to stay in your life, and that a clean cut was best for you.
You: [remembering that Iceberg had said he wouldn't be upset with you if you elected to stay with Rob] ... Where is Hattori?
Rob: what?
You: Where is Hattori?
Rob: He flew away when Stussy attacked.
You: I'll go get him...
Rob: [smirks[ thank you, I'm sure he'll be happy to see you again. Although he might not recognize you, you've glowed up since your Water 7 days. [winks]
You: [rolls your eyes] I know single life suits me, so save your smooth talk tough guy, it doesn't work on me [lying].
Rob: uh huh
You: [feels your cheeks heat up as your heart flutters, and you avoid eye contact with Lucci] Whatever, I'll go look for your bloody bird.
Rob: [eagerly watches the door slide shut behind you] It's still there
Stussy: What's still there?
Rob: I believe most people call it, "a spark between us'.
Nami: [dramatically gags]
Kaku: Dude, they always liked Hattori more than you, don't go getting a head of yourself.
Rob: [kicks him] zip it.
Stussy: [sighs] men are so stupid.
Robin: [nods in agreement]
Shaka: [judges in silence]
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Arcane Imagines- Violet
Sweet and Sour
Requested by: @m0ranna "vi and a s/o who looks, seems and acts very soft but is actually a beast when fighting."
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Summary: you and vi have been apart for some time, and when she sees you all the feelings come back.
âHey, someoneâs here for you.â Your only employee, Mexi says, you hum in response waving that youâre coming. You feel slightly grateful to stand up from your desk and be done with all the paperwork for just a moment. Itâs been slow running Benzoâs old shop. Nobody has really come in, especially now with everything going on between Zaun and Piltover so moneyâs real tight.
 You walk out into the shop from behind the counter after your employee leads you there. You look up with crossed arms. âWhat can I do for you?â Asked with a fake interested tone.
â[Name]? You own the place now?â A familiar voice rings in your ears. Your eyes widened to look more clearly at your past friend/crush. âViolet?!â You jump over the counter, pulling her into a tight embrace. You hadnât seen her since that horrible, idiotic heist that went so wrong. âHey!â She holds you close to her, before pulling you back to get a better look at you.Â
âYou still have that sweet innocent look.â She whispers, pulling you into another hug. Taking in your scent as tears fills your eyes. âHow did you get out?â You back away this time, holding onto her shoulders to make sure she doesnât go away. âUh, see that pilty officer out there.â She points to the dark haired lady standing outside the shop with her hands on her hips seemingly impatient. âYeah?âÂ
âHer, I donât know why but Iâm not complaining.â Vi chuckles and you smile at her. âWant to invite her in?â It stuns her when you offer that, even Mexi was taken aback. She gets nervous, walking into the back so she doesn't have to speak to an officer. âEh, she can experience the undercity a little more.â Vi waves it off, jumping onto the glass counter to sit down.Â
âLooks the same in here.â She sadly sighs, browses the place. âTried not to change it drastically. Benzo did a pretty good job.â You frown, thinking back to the man who was like a father to you. âIs EkkoâŠâÂ
âNah, heâs doing his own thing now. Unfortunately it's the same with your sister.â You groan, reminding yourself of the blue-haired girl's antics with Silco. âPowder? What do you mean unfortunately?â Vi perks up. âSheâs not really Powder anymore.â You start, hugging yourself as you think back to when Ekko begged you to fight with the fireflies.Â
âLetâs talk about something else.â You pick up a random gadget, fidgeting with it in your left hand. âHowâs the free life?âÂ
âI want to talk about Powder.â Vi gets off the counter, walking towards you. âVi, no. Youâll find out on your own. I really donât want to get into this.â You tell her simply, pleading silently with your facial expression. She wants to argue with you, beg for you to say more but she canât. Not when your eyes are full of fear and sadness. Youâve always been so sweet-looking. So kind to people, giving them the benefit of the doubt. Which is rare in the undercity. Itâs also stupid to most.Â
âOkay, okay. I- I donât know, Iâve only been free for a few hours. This was the first place I went to.â She averts eye contact now. âHm, Iâm the first person you wanted to see, huh?â You joke, there wasnât really any other option sadly. âOf course.â Vi smirks, nudging your arm.Â
âIâve missed you.â You turn to her, pulling her into another hug. âI donât want to let go of you. Itâs like youâre going to disappear at any moment.â You whimper out, trying not to cry. Viâs face softens, kissing the top of your head. âI promise Iâm not leaving again.â Her hands go to your waist just letting you cling onto her.Â
âIâll kill you before you get the chance to leave me.â You say, causing her to scoff out a laugh. The door bells go off and you both let each other go to see that officer standing there.Â
âSorry to interrupt, Officer Caitlyn Kiramman.â She bows down to you before looking at Vi. âWe should get going, I have important things to get to.âÂ
You raise a brow on why Vi needs to go with this lady so badly. Vi sighs. âGive me a moment.â She tells the officer whose face contorts into an annoyed expression. âIâve given you quite a few moments to reunite with your girlfriend here.â Cait spits out, obviously very antsy to get where she needs to be. The both of you awkwardly glance at one another now with flushed faces.
âUh, itâs alright. Iâll see you later Vi.â You chuckle, taking her hand in yours. âThereâs a fight in that one arena we used to go to behind Vander and Benzoâs back. Itâs huge and you should come. Just like old times.â You propose to her, your face full of hope that she agrees to come.Â
âYou can bring your bodyguard too.â You tease making her playfully roll her eyes. Cait tries to bite back a smile at the joke. âIâll be there. I promise.â Vi squeezes your hand before letting go. âItâs at the usual time as well, I hope you remember.â You tell her as she leaves with the girl. âOh I remember!â Vi calls back.Â
When the door shuts behind them and the bells still ring in your ears you let out a breath you didnât even know you were holding. Mexi comes out of hiding. âYou two are dating?â She asks curiously. You choke on your spit. âHuh?âÂ
âWell the officer said you were her girlfriend and neither one of you denied it.â She shrugs her shoulders, taking out her box of things to put away. âOh, I mean we had a small thing as children but I havenât seen her in 7 years. Iâm sure she doesnât think about me that way.â You ramble, putting the gadget back that forgot you were holding.Â
âI donât know. The way she looked at you says otherwise.â Mexi winks, your face heats up. âWhatever.â You mutter, going back behind the counter and heading into the back to finish the paperwork you had.Â
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Vi and Caitlyn rummage through the crowd of people, trying to find you. âI donât know if weâre going to find her before the fight!â Cait shouts over the yelling and the music that blasted. âIâm gonna try!â Violet huffs, shoving past all the people, getting to the front where maybe she could spot you on the other side of the arena. Her eyes traveled through the sea of moving bodies. âCâmon.â She mutters to herself. She didnât want you to think she didnât come. She had only made it five minutes before the fight even started because of what Cait and her had to do.Â
âLadies and Gentlemen!!!â The announcer screams into the mic, only making everyone louder with their cheers. As he speaks, Vi only zones everything out, trying her hardest not to panic when attempting to find you.Â
âIsnât that her?â Cait points down into the arena with eyebrows scrunched together. Viâs eyes shoot down to see you standing there against a large woman. âShit, whatâs she doing!?â Violet urgently asks, gripping onto Caitlyn. âI think sheâs about to fight.âÂ
Vi gives her a dirty look, giving her attention back to the scene in front of her right as the announcer starts the fight. The woman attempts to attack you but you swerve out of the way. You look up to see Vi and Caitlyn. You blow them a kiss before turning to the woman and throwing a punch.Â
The lady doesnât dodge it in time, getting hit right in the eyebrow. She tries to throw hits at you but you maneuver around them, hitting her in the right places to cause her to stumble. Vi leans over the edge, now cheering for you. âKick her ass!â She shouts. Even Caitlyn was amazed at your fighting skills. She wasnât expecting that from someone so⊠cute and sweet looking.Â
You swiped the lady's feet out from right under her. Going in for the punches. The larger lady attempts to push you away with no avail.Â
But when she sees an opening after multiple hits to the face she shoves you off of her. Getting herself up. You roll away, jumping to your feet, you werenât paying attention when she gets a hit to the middle of your face. Violet gasps, nails digging into Caitlynâs arm. The dark blue haired girl doesnât pay attention though.Â
You spit out blood, wiping your mouth before going after the woman with more passion than before. Looking like a beast in the ring. You go right for her head, only taking a few hits for her to be back on the ground.Â
Not even five minutes into the fight and you win. Leaving her knocked out.Â
The announcer commentates as the crowd goes wild. Violet listens to all the people saying how little miss [Name] out there is undefeated. âHoly shit.â Cait whispers. You pump your fists into the air, jumping around for yourself. You have blood guzzling down your nose but youâre having a blast with the attention. You look up, locking eyes with Vi who has a look of bewilderment. You chuckle then motion with your head to the exit doors. She immediately understands what youâre saying. âMeet me at her shop, Iâll see you later.â Violet places a hand on Caitlynâs shoulder before pushing through the crowd.
You and Vi used to sneak and see the fighters in the back frequently as children. Not to meet them or anything but just to say you were in the same room as them. Even then it was kept a secret between you both.Â
She sneaks through the men guarding the doors and slips into the very first room she can. Hands snake around her from behind. âHey!â You scare her, making her jump away from you. She turns with her fists up in defense. You roar into laughter, mimicking her stance. She pouts from being made fun off and smacks your arm. âWhy didnât you tell me you were fighting?! I didnât even know you could do all that!â She exclaims as you grin.Â
âI wanted it to be surprising! Wasnât I so amazing out there?â You lift your arms, flexing your muscles. âYeah but honestly I did not see that coming from someone so⊠adorable?â She tilts her head as she tries to find the right word to call you.
 âAwe Iâm adorable?â You poke her side, heading over to the full body mirror in the room, taking the wraps off your hands. âI mean, youâve always been pretty cute. Like yâknow sweet looking. Iâve never seen you even hurt someone!â she maundered, speaking with her hands flailing trying to explain what she meant with bright red ears.Â
âDesperate times call for desperate measures. I donât exactly enjoy being some beast fighter but it pays the bills.â You lean against the little table beside the mirror. Staring off into space at Viâs shoes. âThe shop not doing good?â Vi asks. âItâs seen better days. I have enough for everything except paying Mexi but Iâm not letting her go. Sheâs helped way too much for me to do that.â You sigh, thinking about the young worker who you practically took under your wing.Â
âSo you risk yourself so you donât have to fire just one person.â She quizzes and you go to defend your actions but she just snickers. âGosh you really are too sweet for your own good, [Name]. I love you so much.â She holds her stomach as she laughs. Amused by how kind you are. âYou love me?â You attempt to tease her but her face drops, realising what she said. âI mean, yeah! Iâve been in love with you since we were kids.â She speaks so nonchalantly it catches you off guard. When she said she loved you, you thought of it as a family thing. Not romantic. You werenât upset but your mind was spiraling now.Â
âIâm sorry if itâs too much. I donât even know if you have a partner already or something. Iâve been gone for so long I just. Iâve never stopped thinking about you even though we were only 15.â She over-explains, and you go up to her, putting a finger to her lips. âI love you too, Violet. I wasnât kidding when I said I missed you.â You tell her earnestly, your hand going to her cheek.Â
Her shoulders drop, relieved by your words. âOh thank god, I thought I had just scared you or something. I feel so stupid.â You shush her with a small laugh. âI forgot how much you talk when youâre nervous.â You whisper as she plants her forehead on yours. âI only do it with you.â She shamefully admits.Â
âMm, really?â You ask before locking your lips on hers. She moans into the kiss, deepening it by bringing you closer to her. The kiss was rough, making up for lost time. Wandering hands over one another's bodies.Â
When you pull apart you grin, throwing your arms over her shoulders. âWe're dating.â You state, not asking but telling her. She shakes her head. âI didnât know that.âÂ
âWell you do now.â
 You peck her lips.Â
âąâąâą
Time passes and Vi comes into the shop whenever she can, you let Mexi watch over so the both of you can go out. Always in cute light colored clothes in such a dark place.Â
People never understood how you were so bubbly, giving to others and dancing in the middle of Zaun.Â
Violet loved it, watching as a street performer played and you danced to music. Children joining you. Even a few adults. It was these moments the undercity needed. A little distraction from the horrors about to come.Â
Youâd have these sweet moments everyday and then night comes and youâre in people's nightmares. Fighting to pay the bills you said. Fighting to win and prove youâre more than what others call a weak minded, overly nice girl. And Viâs there to support her girl through it all.Â
Loving every second.Â
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mizu x fem!reader nsfw a-z relationship headcanons
iâm sorry this took so long for me to write, but i hope yâall enjoy!
a = aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
after both you and mizu have reached your peak, she is honestly quite clingy, although she would never admit this to anyone else. she would hold you protectively and press gentle kisses to your forehead and hairline, all while whispering about how well you did and asking if she can get you anything.
b = body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
mizu loves her hands. she loves what they look like, how they feel, and most importantly what she can do with them. she is proud of the calluses that cover them and she is proud of the skill and nimbleness with which she can use her sword and make you come undone. her favorite part of your body is your eyes, more specifically the fact that she can look into them and see so clearly that your intentions and love for her are genuine.
c = cum (anything to do with cum)
mizu loves to eat you out. she genuinely thinks that you taste so good, and will bury her face in your pussy until your juices are dripping down her chin as she looks up at you with that stupid adorable cocky smirk. sometimes she will even hold a glistening finger up to the light for you to see.
âlook at this baby, is this all for me?â
âgod, you smell so good. stay still sweetheart, let me taste you.â
d = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)
honestly, mizuâs dirty secret is just how horny and absolutely whipped she is for you. sheâs got it so bad and she would do absolutely anything for you. i know thatâs not really dirty per say, but sheâs pretty open about most other things.
e = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
mizu is not very experienced at all. her only partner before you was mikio, and the sex she had with him was pleasing to her but not particularly outstanding. it also didnât involve much action or movement on her part, so she would have a lot to learn when first being intimate with you. however, mizu is a very quick and eager learner. it is almost frustrating how naturally good she is at knowing how to touch you in just the right way.
f = favorite positionÂ
mizu is a fan of any position where she gets to be as close to you as possible. she really values the closeness and physical intimacy that goes along with having sex. bonus points if she can easily hide her face because she gets hella shy.Â
g = goofy (are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
mizu can actually be pretty lighthearted in the moment. i wouldnât go as far as calling her humorous, but the playful and teasing side to her personality is definitely present. she also enjoys a playful âfightâ for dominance at times, she just canât help it with her competitive nature.Â
h = hair (how well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
mizu has very dark brown pubic hair that matches the hair on her head. she has a full bush and doesnât do anything along the lines of hair removal.
i = intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment)
oh dear god mizu is so romantic. sheâll hold your hand while you fuck her, make eye contact for as long as she can, and whisper sweet nothings and intimate confessions into your ear. like by day mizu is slicing people up on the hunt to kill her potential father, and by night sheâs blushing and trying to hide her face while you gently kiss her cute little pink nose. like damn, get you a girl that can do both.
j = jack off (masturbation headcanon)
it is my personal opinion that mizu does not masturbate outside of a brief period of self discovery as an adolescent and then maybe after getting together with you if the two of you are separated for a lengthy period for whatever reason.
k = kink (one or more of their kinks)
i am a firm believer that mizu is very into praise, both when it comes to you and her. she LOVES to be told that sheâs doing a good job and that sheâs pretty because letâs face it, this girl does not hear that kinda shit very often (or at all). god sheâs just so cute, shyly hiding her face in your shoulder so you canât see how much she is blushing, biting her lip to silence the small whimpers sheâs letting out, tentatively reaching over to interlace her fingers with yours. and those shy little âshut upsâ mumbled in your ear are just the icing on the cake.
l = location (favorite places to do the deed)
mizu doesnât really have a preferred location. as long as the two of you are safe and not in the view of other people, sheâs good to go.Â
m = motivation (what turns them on)
she gets very turned on when/if the two of you spar together. the combination of competition, physical closeness, and playfulness just does it for her.
n = no (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
iâll just list some off. blood, bondage (her receiving), intense degradation, exhibitionism, cnc, threesomes, intense humiliation, and breeding kink (iâll explain this one at the end of this section). basically, she is pretty opposed to anything that makes her feel unsafe or like she doesnât have control over whatâs happening to her. that is not to say that she would be unwilling to submit if she really trusted you, she just greatly fears being taken advantage of. okay now to explain the breeding kink. i know this may be an unpopular opinion and while i do think our girl has MAD strap game, i do not think she would be into the idea of breeding. at her core, mizu feels resentment towards those who conceived her because of her hatred for and the stigma towards being mixed race. it is because of this that i believe that anything suggesting the idea of creating more people like her (even if it couldnât actually happen) would be a major mood killer.
o = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)
mizu can be a bit sloppy when she eats you out, but she definitely prefers to give. her lack of experience combined with her tendency to just get fully pussy drunk leads to her eagerly lapping up your cum for as long as youâll let her.
âmizu pleaseâ you groan with your hands tangled in her hair. âmy clit, i need you on my clitâ
p = pace
the pace at which you have sex with mizu really depends on how much time you have on your hands. she prefers to take her time with you, spending as long as possible worshipping every inch of your body. if mizu is feeling frustrated or stressed, her pace becomes more frantic and desperate as she seeks her and your release.
q = quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
if necessary, mizu will have a quickie with you, but she much prefers proper sex. realistically though, quickies are often all that there is time/proper security for, so she makes the best of the circumstances.
r = risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
honestly, after everything that she has been through, mizu is not a risk taker when it comes to her sex life. she would be pretty vanilla when it comes to physical safety.
s = stamina (how many rounds can they go for, how long do they last?)
when mizu is on top she can go for a very long time. she takes pride in how good she can make you feel; teasing you, edging you, and making you cum over and over until youâre a quivering mess beneath her. however, she is a different story entirely. despite her incredible physical strength and stamina, mizu is so incredibly sensitive and it does not take very much stimulation or very long for her to cum.
t = toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
mizu does not own any toys when you first meet her, as pleasure was not necessarily a priority. however, if you suggest it to her, she would DEFINITELY be open to using a harigata (dildo/strap on) and maybe even a tagaigata (double sided dildo). wearing a strap would boost her confidence an insane amount, and sheâd take great pride in how well she can fuck you.
u = unfair (how much they like to tease)
mizu loves to tease you but is not a fan of being teased. she relishes in the way that you squirm beneath her and beg for more as that cocky little grin spreads over her smug face. but when it comes to her pleasure, as much as she is embarrassed to admit it, mizu is quite desperate and impatient.
v = volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
as evidenced by that one scene with mikio, mizu is actually pretty loud. her voice is high, feminine, and desperate. when she is trying her best to be quiet, she will express her pleasure through whimpers, gasps, and soft whispers. when volume is not a concern, the room will be flooded with loud moans and cries.
w = wild card (a random headcanon)
i think that mizu has incredibly sensitive nipples and if she let you touch them for long enough, she could cum from nipple stimulation alone. the first time this happens she is absolutely mortified, but you reassure her that it is perfectly alright.
âw-wait, y/n!â mizu whimpers, her back arching in desperation. her slender body writhes under your unrelenting touch, small gasps leaving her lips as you tug on her aching nipples.
x = x-ray
mizu is slender, toned, and lean. she is incredibly muscular and slim because of the intensity with which she trains and she is about 5â6 or 5â7. she has firm a-cup breasts with average sized pink nipples, but they are typically hidden under the fabric she uses to bind her chest. her pussy is an innie, and unless her legs are fully spread, you can only see her outer lips. when she opens herself up to you, her small clit is hidden beneath its dusky pink hood. her glistening hole is tight and small, and much to her chagrin, clenches and flutters desperately at even the slightest bit of stimulation. the poor girl is just so sensitive and needy.
y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
as much as she hates to admit it, mizu has a very high sex drive. she gets turned on super easily, especially when it comes to anything involving you. you could literally brush your fingertips against her hip and she would become a flustered mess.
z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
mizu can fall asleep pretty quickly, but she prefers to stay awake until you are asleep. if you catch onto this habit and decide to question her about it, she will deny it. watching over you to make sure that your sleep is restful and you are under her protection for as long as possible doesnât exactly fit her image in the beginning. then, by the time youâve gotten to see her softer side, she will deny it more for your sake. she doesnât want you to know how much she worries about you for fear of teasing, being a smothering presence, and being admonished for sacrificing her own basic needs to make sure that yours are met. as much as mizu fronts as a combative, snarky, and abrasive person, she is also deathly afraid of conflict and abandonment with/from those she truly loves and cares about. that is to say, she wouldnât want to get into an argument with you about how she needs to take care of herself better. she prefers to close her eyes and just listen to your breathing as it slowly evens out, leaving you unaware of her ploy. unbeknownst to her, you are aware of this âsecretâ scheme, and you let her get away with it. after all, itâs just another way that she tells you that she loves you, without expecting anything in return.
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I haven't seen any dog stories in a while. How are Charleston and The Hanukkah Goblin doing?
Dog updates!
The first one is a little sad, but also how life should go. Arwen is 14 now and while she's still moving, eating, pooping and generally enjoying life, she also has canine dementia and sundown syndrome where she gets extremely nervous and her dementia gets worse after dark. She'll be with us for a while yet, but it's something we have to manage now.
One person who is very much helping her manage is Herschel. My parents are traveling a lot while they still have the knees for it so I spend a lot of time up at their house, and Charleston and Herschel come up too. Being a Corgi, Herschel likes to manage things, and Arwen would like someone to manage things for her so he's become her self-appointed guide dog.
When I call the dogs for food or outside, he goes and finds her deaf ass and herds her to the location. Normally she doesn't go outside after dark but when the boys are there she's willing to wait for Charlie to chase away anything that might be lurking out there, and then follow Herschel's ass around the yard at night.
Very literally.
She's also got cataracts forming and I think his bright white backside is easy for her to see in the dark, so she follows it around.
During daytime walks she sees well enough but neither she nor Charlie are fans of strange off-leash dogs running up to them (a regrettably common problem out here. I don't care if your dog is friendly MINE ARE NOT!), so both of them prefer to walk half a pace behind Herschel so his more socially adept and knife-filled face is out front to intercept any unwanted solicitors. This does tend to give people the opposite impression though- because he is so much shorter, Herschel gives the impression of a tiny, charming mafioso flanked by his two large and surly bodyguards.
Like, they absolutely would kill a bear for him.
But Charlie and Arwen would also try to kill a bear on general principle.
At night, when Arwen barks at shadows, Herschel runs up and stand between her and the alleged menace, and does his best to look large and intimidating and for as silly as he looks, he does have a very good growl. After a moment, when the alleged bear or congressman or other horror fails to appear, he will stick his nose into the offending shadow, and finding nothing, be satisfied that their joint effort has successfully chased the problem off, and report back to her. This, more than anything else, seems to alleviate Arwen 's fears.
I guess we all just need someone to take us seriously when we're frightened.
Charleston, meanwhile, has gotten into giving safari tours of the front range's small vertebrates.
After eight years of managing his exceptionally high prey drive, something clicked earlier this summer and instead of immediately lunging his whole face at any approximately bite-sized animal in an attempt to expedite it's journey into his stomach, Charlie has started *pointing* at things until I come look at them and tell him he's a good boy. This started with a mole, something he'd never seen before and that moves above ground in a strange way, so he wasn't sure about eating it, so he only alerted at it. "GOOD BOY!" I shouted, giving him all the cuddles. "GOOD SPOT! GOOD JOB NOT EATING IT!"
It's important to reward behavior you want to see.
Since then, he's been trying out pointing at small creatures in the grass and then making very pointed eye contact with me until I come look at them. This is a little tricky when walking both dogs because Herschel is still very much in his "inhale wildlife" phase, but usually I can lock the little gremlin's leash and go look at whatever Charlie has cornered while Herschel attempts to develop telekinesis to will the critter into his mouth.
So far, Charleston has found: a baby rabbit, several baby rabbits in a cluster, an adult rabbit with Jackalope virus, several voles, several moles, a fledgling owl, only the two mice, several mouse-sized grasshoppers and cicada, someone's pet rat (the person was searching within earshot and 'Socks' was collected forthwith), a beanie baby that had me fooled for a hit minute too, a marmot which I didn't know lived down here, a groundhog which I didn't know lived up here, a mink, so many toads, a wild turkey chick, so many more garter snakes and last night, an aquatic shrew.
I don't know if there's an Audubon Society for small things that scuttle around in the undergrowth, but I am inclined to join solely to get Charleston recognition for his service in surveying them.
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SKZ have a crush on you
you can come up with the ending yourself...whether the reader will be with the member or not is up to you!
light angst, a little fluff, uncertain relationship
Bang Chan
oh...this man talks about his feelings openly and without fear.
He literally phrases: "I'll steal and fuck your girlfriend while you're not looking."
He has a huge amount of female and male attention, but...
But it doesn't work out that way with you...
You were out of his reach.
You were too beautiful, too sweet, too good...he wasn't like that.
Chris is the one who will call you his muse and write romantic songs for you, some of which have been published.
His love is manifested in acts of care, he is always there, he is more tactile with you than with others.
He will give you whatever you want, just ask.
Chan has 8 members so he is like a dad...he protects and cares for them
And he also wants to take care of you.
He wants to love you openly.
But you didnât notice his feelings.
Although...you loved Chris. Literally loved to the moon and back.
For some reason, it seemed to you that Chris only saw you as a friend or family member, just like his Members.
Yeah...close friends....
He will say exactly the same phrase to you:
"You came..."â"You called"
It seems you are both fools.
Maybe he's too soft with you? Maybe he needs to leave?
He won't be able to give up on you.
I will kill myself, I will destroy my soul, but I will be with you.
But i'll wait for you
I love you to the moon and back
êž°ë€ë € ìŹêž° me and max
ììŽíŽíŽë don't be mad
ëíí
í ì ìë game (Bloo-But i'll wait for you)
Lee Know
How could Minho let this happen?
Lee Minho was head over heels in love with you.
No one has seen his loving eyes, no one has ever felt his gentle touch.
How did he allow himself to fall in love with you?
This is a completely crazy idea, he didnât love to love.
But you turn his world upside down, he is literally lost in you.
You clearly feel like Minho hates you.
Minho is like cold winter, he is like snowy weather, he looks like frosty weather.
And you were in summer, you're complete opposites.
But even after the coldest winter, love comes.
He calls you the most beautiful adjectives, itâs like heâs trying to silently scream about his feelings.
He speaks directly and harshly, he loves the truth straight forward.
"And you will be obsessed with me, I will be everywhere: I will be in your favorite songs, I will be between the lines of books, I will be in every passerby... I am your addiction"
Lee Minho couldn't fall in love, but he wanted to love.
All the pretty stars shine for you, my love
Am I the girl that you dream of? (Lana Del ReyâPretty when you cry)
Seo Changbin
He loved and hated you at the same time.
Oh.. Seo Changbin can hate?
Yes, he did it with you. He loved you so much that he hated you for it.
You were everywhere, you were ingrained in his existence and mind.
He was very sweet and friendly and loved people.
It didnât work out that way with you, it was as if he deliberately didnât want to have much contact with you.
He loved you silently, probably without asking for anything in return.
Before he even notices, he begins to pay attention to you... be it small acts of attention or dialogues with you.
"You can take Changbin out of first love, but not first love out of Changbin."
Again, it was like you were different, you werenât like anyone else. He noticed you immediately when he met you.
He seems upset that you will never be his.
Oh...the boy is gloomy. The boy looks like a thunderstorm.
Conquer your lonely heart, get used to the emptiness.
When you ran your fingers over your lips
I bought it from glossy magazines
Everything you asked for and even what you didnât ask for
How can you be so terribly beautiful? (Rocky-WITCH)
Hwang Hyunjin
Oh yes, you and Hyunjin have been friends since childhood.
It even got to the point that you are idols in the same agency. No wonder Hyunjin adores you, he's obsessed.
Fans loved your interactions, they were sure there was something between you and Hyunjin.
Hyunjin wants to get into your soul, he wants to take your heart into his cold hands.
You were the forbidden fruit, and forbidden fruit is always sweet.
Itâs as if youâre chasing him, youâre everywhere, he feels you everywhere.
But you're just his friend, his sweet best friend.
It was normal for you to peck Hyunjin on the lips, naturally in private or during greetings (while no one was looking). Hyunjin feels addicted.
You are worse than drugs, you cause an addictive effect. You are his absolute delight.
The boy will paint your portraits, he will exalt you like a goddess.
So why do you only see him as a friend?
Hwang Hyunjin doesn't deserve to be your friend, he wants to be your boyfriend.
The boy loves to hurt himself, he loves hardcore. He loves pain and whines a lot.
He just replaces you with pain, it helps.
Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
Make me feel like I am breathing
Feel like I am human (The neighbourhoodâA little death)
Han Jisung
You never paid attention to Jisung.
But Jisung was so loud and cheerful that he started to annoy you.
Jisung did this on purpose, he liked you.
The boy will notice you immediately, you immediately fell into his soul. So cold and inaccessible.
He wants to melt the ice on your heart, he wants to become your sun.
Every day he fell more in love with you, the cold intensifying his desire.
âYour love is addictiveâ â your words
He is very kind and cheerful with you, he is so easy to talk to.
He won't give up to get you. Even when you send him the rudest obscenities
I'm your boy.
He will sing to you, and you will ask him to shut up. You secretly love it, his voice is so beautiful.
But you should hate Han Jisung because it's the right thing to do.
You would get closer to him, but...
No.
"Is it fashionable to jerk off to him?"
"hit of the season"
Lee Felix
It was impossible not to fall in love with Felix.
everyone loves Felix!
And he loves you.
This sunny boy literally drowned in his love for you, it completely absorbed him and did not allow other feelings to pass through.
But you don't seem to notice him.
Felix dreamed about you, you are in his thoughts. The first thought in the morning, a relieving thought when he is busy and the last thought before going to bed.
He's trying to get as close to you as possible
He will become your best friend.
Felix is too good, he is an angel in a human body.
The world is not worthy of Felix, so why did he love you?
Every day, like a painful melody, this unrequited love sounded in his heart. He experienced all emotions - from boundless happiness to deep sadness - alone
He couldn't imagine life without you
If you leave, there will be no point in living.
He writes you poems, he gives you the most expensive gifts, he just wants you to love him. Love him at least a little.
Perhaps his efforts will remain irretrievably lost in time. But one thing is certain: he will continue to love you, deeply and truly, even if he never hears your answer.
Come on scratch my back
So as to reach the heart
Both you and I want this (Đ©ĐĐĐĐâdirt)
Kim Seungmin
It's like he's afraid to get close to you.
On the contrary, he moves away. Every day it gets stronger, he loves you so much and doesnât want to see you so much.
Seungmin took this step not because of a lack of love; in fact, on the contrary, he was struck by this love.
In every breath you took, every word you said, he found the perfect embodiment of his dreams. You were his sun, his muse, his everything.
But he knew he couldn't be with you. He saw how disappointed you were in your past love, how your trust and heart were damaged. He couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake. He couldn't risk their relationship knowing that the end could only be pain and disappointment.
It hurts so much to give up on someone you love.
He deserved happiness, he deserved love, but he couldn't have it with you.
He didn't want to ruin your life or be the source of your pain.
He will go away and it will be easier for everyone.
He will disappear from your life as suddenly as he appeared.
He will never forget you, he will never stop loving you. But he knows that sometimes the best decision is to let go of the one you love. This is exactly what he did because to him, your happiness was much more important than his own.
He looks at the dawn and remembers you.
Your nose is covered in cocaine, you can barely stand
I am the secret that you cannot hide
I think about you too much (Pharaoh-unplugged 2)
Yang Jeongin
You are his first love.
He sees a future with you, he sees stars in you.
It was the first time he felt such strong feelings for someone.
Oh, he is just learning about love, but it can hurt or beat sometimes. Love can completely break the psyche.
But he doesn't care as long as you exist.
Jeongin will turn to the Hyuns for advice. how to get your attention and make you fall in love.
He will be so romantic...he will be so gentle with you.
He is afraid to do something wrong so as not to scare you away
He will be a gentleman and will wait for the moment until you fall in love, he will do everything for this!
He will wait for you all his life if necessary, but I am sure that you will fall in love faster.
âHe replaced my home, love and friends. He is my everything.â
Jeongin is like warm weather, everyone is waiting for him and wants him.
Feeling so lonely, 'cause it's not enough
Missin' you only ever since we fell in love (Ciggarets after sexâTouch)
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Snakes on a post
Another particularly long answer dump since i, once again, have a backlog of things to potentially answer |D
âïžFor commonly asked qs please see my BTD FAQ
Got jumpscared with my own old art for a hot minute there LAUGHS.
(For those wondering, the naga doodle from here was attached to the ask)
That is every other Royal that exists in the Nether and also at least some of the demons that challenged him for his Royal title lol.
Believe me, no one was or is more surprised then me XD;
So, the thing about where Rire's ichor manifests is that it kinda exists and doesn't exist at the same time. Meaning that his upper back is where the manifestation point is anchored, BUT it can still manifest with a bit of space in between it and his back hence why it will manifest over his clothes and not through them.
So if you touch where the manifestation point is sans the ichor, than you are just straight up touching his back. With the ichor, he still gets sensory input from the tentacles to his back but it's a lot more soft and muted esp the further away it gets from him. As you've seen implied though, he would feel a very sharp pain if a great deal of damage was done to the ichor where it clusters at the manifestation point, since he'd DEF be feeling that straight in his back lol.
He is definitely a top and the only way he would bottom for anybody is if they somehow forced him to.
Ah i knew i'd answered this a long time ago [finally found it]! Holy crosses (those that have been blessed) can also burn him but they would need to be in contact with him the entire time. Being a Royal he also has more of a tolerance to these than normal demons.
Well, unless said person actually has the undeniable ability to make good on their words, Rire would just stand there rather genially with that little smile he sometimes has and let them finish.
And then he might use them as reverse suggestions for dealing with said person (why would you give him any ideas!!?)
both
In BTD canon it is quite possible that they actually haven't in person. But we are using creative license here haha.
Rire heals a lot faster than a human. Cain is not my character so I don't know how his stacks up.
I've grouped these asks cos they kind of have similar answers - 360° (jk sorry sorry to the second q that is just a very common spelling mistake and I couldn't resist XD; )
Now, even though we mashed all the characs together in BTD, they all actually come from different storylines and so their canons outside the "BTD canon" may differ. This tends to bleed in. With this in mind:
The rules of Rire's canon (eg the concept of Battle Royales and how to become a Royal) don't apply to Cain. Anyway, they don't live in the same place either.
Cain is canonically the oldest and most OP character in BTD lol so yes he is stronger than Rire - you might've noticed, but Rire is never in the same drawing as Cain voluntarily. I play with this along with the "natural weakness" aspect - which I've also referred to as scissors-paper-rock rules XD Basically; demons beat humans, angels beat demons (purely because demons have weakness against holiness).
It would (be insane) but I hope you are not looking at me to fulfil this :d
Not really
His coronation day is a public holiday in his sector so yes XD
Aww thank you very much for your interest! â§(ÂŽâœïœ)⊠It's really cool that some of you guys want to actually fund such a thing - I'd have thought you'd have enough of him killing you in BTD1 XD Unfortunately, I have no plans for a Rire game at the moment as I'm working on a webcomic which looks like it will take up all my free time (that being said, he will be in the webcomic at some point).
Nope! Although i can kinda see why you might think that lol.
Whatever that one is where he doesn't particularly care what someone else identifies as. It really makes no difference to him or how he will act.
There are viruses in the Nether that if contracted could potentially kill you, yes. Part of being a Royal is becoming a lot more robust than normal Demons though. As for if/when Rire dies, I dunno maybe either in a Battle Royale somewhere thousands of years down the line or by old age (which is rare for a Royal but not impossible if you play your cards right).
If you are asking if he has a heat/rut of some sort, he does not |D
#boyfriend to death#art#rire answer dump#answer dump#doodle#long post#decided to actually redesign what a naga rire would viably look like since the old design was bad XD
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Chapter 5
Summary: Youâre unable to grasp the luck you have. You were raised to run from danger, to go the opposite direction of bad influences. So when you somehow find yourself right in the center of it, you discover that running wasnât exactly what you were taught. It only took GhostFace and a pretty girl to remember that.
previous part <- -> next part
"Aww, man," you whine, crossing your arms over your chest childishly. "I missed a surveillance op?"
Danny pinches the bridge of his nose, annoyed, while Tara finds your words amusing.
You all gather in your sister's home, in the kitchen where there's less mess. You sat on the floor, entertaining Blackie while Remy betrays you, choosing Tara over you. You offered the idea to discuss a few things in the home, wanting to give the sisters some puppy time. They say dogs help relieve stress, and these two do a good job of it for you. You figure they could help relieve a little of the stress before you go kill some psychos.
"How did you guys know it was me they were after?" You pat the German Shepherd's head, snapping your fingers and pointing down. He sits and pants in front of you. "Dude, go entertain the tall one, you're drooling on me," you point at Sam.
Blackie whines, glancing at Sam. Sam stares back at him, eyebrow arching. He saunters over to Sam and lifts his paw onto her knee. She rolls her eyes, but you and Danny don't miss the smile on her face as she kneels down to pet him.
"We waited for him to call us," Tara explains, smiling down at the pitbull, rubbing his belly. "But he knew we were expecting his call."
"He said he was visiting the suburbs," Sam continues, both hands holding the dog's face. She shakes his head in her hands gently and the puppy pants happily. "Then he tried to confuse us, telling us there was an old friend he needed to see first."
You raise a brow, looking over at Danny for help. He shrugs, just confused as you are.
"When he hung up, Kirby tracked his phone to two different locations." Tara explains, brushing her fingers on the top of Remy's head. The dog lays on Tara's lap, trying his best to fight off the sleep she's lulling him into. "Here and Gale's apartment."
"There are two!" you exclaim, almost giddily, because you were right.
"No," Sam deadpans, your smile dropping. "Gale just got a call. She's okay. Mindy, Chad and Ethan are with her now."
"Ethan?" you ask incredulously.
"His alibi checked out," Tara informs you and you huff again. "Anyway, we drove here as fast as we could. We used the sirens," she grins, amused by your reaction.
You groan, throwing your head back. "Aww, man, you guys drove a police car?" Tara nods, laughing at your reaction.
"This doesn't make sense," Danny speaks up, ending the intense eye contact you and Tara were having. "Why did he go after you? No offense, but you don't really have that much of a role in the recreation of their supposed movie."
"Offense taken," you comment before Sam intervenes.
"It could be you have some sort of connection to the originals..." Sam offers an idea, standing up, leaving Blackie to lay down with a whine.
"Uhh, no," you draw out, shaking your head. "My family's boring. The only interesting we have ever gotten into was them losing me at DisneyWorld," you point at Danny to verify.
Danny chuckles at the memory. "Oh yeah," he shakes his head. "Their mom nearly got them to shut the entire park down. Turns out, they were at the teacup ride just riding it over and over."
You smile, proud. "I broke the record for the most rides in a single day," you frown suddenly. "I also got my ass whooped when we got home."
"Maybe it's not about your past all," Sam crosses her arms, pondering the reason. She arches a brow at you. "Maybe you pissed them off, you have done nothing but annoy them."
Danny laughs. "It's second nature," he sends you a pointed glare.
"I make jokes when I'm uncomfortable!" You defend, lifting your hands up in mock surrender. Suddenly, you gasp, earning confused glares. "That's who Gale looks like of. Monica!"
Danny pinches the bridge of his nose again.
Sam ignores your words. "Or maybe it could be your friendship with Tara," she glances at her sister, who sends her a warning glare. "We don't know how long he's been watching us, Tara." She explains.
You furrow your brows. "I got here during summer semester," you say, confused by Sam's words. "I got stuck with Anika as a roommate because I didn't want to stay with my sister and Danny doesn't have a spare room."
"I offered you my spare room," Danny retorts. "But you didn't want to pay rent."
You wave him off. "I didn't really meet Tara until..." you tilt your head, unsure. You look over at the girl, sending her apologetic look. "We didn't meet until the party, so I don't think friendship is the right word."
Sam notices the way her sister's entire demeanor changes. Her sister avoids eye contact, clearly affected by your words.
Remy lifts his head up, snarling at you. You lift your hands up, glaring back at the dog. "What did I do?" You narrow your eyes at him.
Tara smiles again, petting the dog gently from head to tail. He wags his tail and nuzzles his face back down into her lap.
"We met at the bookstore," Tara finally speaks, drawing your attention away from the dog. "I overheard you talking to yourself about the prices of pencils being high."
You don't recall. Summer was...it was a blur. It was a summer full of airplane rides to Atlanta and back. Your dad's health was deteriorating and you actively searched for reasons to not be there to see it.
There's a sudden shift in the room, a tension that becomes noticeable only to Danny. He can see your expression change from confusion to sadness in seconds. It's then Remy stands to push his nose against your lap, pleading for you to give him space to let him be with you.
"Um," you clear your throat, unsure of where the knot came from. "GhostFace brought up my...habit of running. It's what I did this summer."
"He usually attacks emotionally first," Sam says, understanding.
"The thing is, no one knows but my family," you look at her, trying to piece together this whole thing. "My dad died last month," you finally say it out loud, but tears don't form in your eyes.
Danny feels Sam's eyes on him, but he keeps his eyes trained on you, ready to console you if you need it.
The day you got the call from your mom, you recall having plans with Anika to meet her friends. She wanted you to meet her girlfriend only, it was to show her girlfriend she didn't have to worry about you. But Mindy came with a package, her twin and Tara. And with her twin, Ethan.
You faintly remember being annoyed by their laughter. The group's loud way of communicating. The stare Ethan had on you when he thought you weren't looking.
"So, Y/Nâ" Tara tried to get you to join the conversation. But you're too out of it to notice.
You stood up. "I gotta go," you ran then too. You went MIA for a week before the funeral, and you only showed up to give your mom the cash you got when you sold your car.
Tara's expression softens as she listens, her fingers continuing to stroke Remy's fur, the dog returning to nestle in her lap. There's a heavy silence, one that feels loaded with the weight of what you've just revealed. Even though you've held the tears at bay, the grief is thereâraw, and unspoken. You've tried running from these feelings and clearly its caught up to you.
"I'm sorry," Tara says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
You give a small shrug, your eyes fixed on the floor. "It's... whatever," you mutter, but the strain in your voice betrays your attempt at indifference. "I wasn't even there when it happened," you add, and that's when the guilt hits, almost visible in the way you hunch your shoulders slightly.
Sam steps forward, her arms uncrossing. "GhostFace knows things," she says, her tone serious. "Things he shouldn't."
Blackie pushes your arms and plops down on your lap, the strongest one between the two puppies. You got this guy when he was just six weeks old; his previous owners pieces of shits so you rescued him from them. You gifted him to your sister and her husband when you moved in with them; and that was only so they could allow him to move in with you.
He favored you more than Remy did. He knew you inside out, probably better than you knew yourself. But never more than your dad.
Your dad did train him for the first six months of his life though. Maybe he picked up on a few things.
You stare at the German Shepherd, and he feels you staring so his eyes glance up at you. A soft smile crosses your lips, patting his head gently.
Your brows furrow then, and you finally meet her eyes. "But how? No one but family knew. And it's not like I broadcasted my family stuff."
"That's what's bothering me," Sam says, her gaze narrowing in thought. "It's almost like someone close to you told him."
"Impossible, I don't have friends," you comment, half-joking, but the weight of it lingers.
"Or they've been watching for a lot longer than we thought," Sam offers another idea.
"Nope," you dismiss that idea as well. "I'm paranoid. I am always on guard and question everyone's intentions."
Danny's voice breaks the tension. "You had a full conversation with a homeless man last week," he deadpans.
You chuckle at the memory. "Yeah. He was nice." You defend Lionel, the homeless man. He was nice.
But Tara isn't laughing. She sits up a little straighter, her eyes flicking between you and Sam as she pieces something together. "What if they weren't just after you because of me or the others? What if it's because they want to break you downâpush you to run again?"
A knot twists in your stomach, and you feel the gravity of Tara's words sink in. "Why would they care about me running?"
"Because it's what you do, right?" Danny interjects, his voice steady but sympathetic. "You run when things get tough, but maybe this time, they want to control when and where you go. They're using your fear against you."
It hits you like a punch in the gut. "I'm ruining his plan," you finally realize, your voice quiet but firm. Danny's eyes lock with yours, and you can see the recognition in his expression. "He wants me to run because I'm ruining his plan. The plot. The whole thesis or whatever film jargon Mindy would use. I'm not the heroâI'm the fucking cock block... in theory." You finish, unsure of the term but knowing you're onto something.
The room falls silent, your revelation weighing heavily in the air. Sam's eyes flick between you and Tara, while Danny's gaze remains fixed on you, understanding dawning in his expression. It's as if the pieces are finally starting to fall into place.
"You...may be right," Danny says slowly, his voice measured. "You're not following their script, the role you took on by happening upon it. They want you to run, because you happened on this whole ordeal. You weren't suppose to go to the party, you weren't suppose to be at Sam's place when he went to attack."
"Nope. I was forced to go both times," you explain, laughing gently. "Dumbass. Everyone knows you need a backup plan."
Sam's brow furrows, arms crossed as she paces a bit. "So, he doesn't want you to be the hero... and he wants to get rid of you." She stops in her tracks, thinking aloud. "And if they couldn't get you to leave, he was going to rid of you his own way."
Tara shifts uncomfortably, her eyes darting between you and her sister.
"And they failed." You say triumphantly.
"Who knows what else you ruined in their plan?" Tara shrugs.
Sam narrows her eyes, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Maybe Quinn wasn't the only planned killing for that night."
You shift uneasily, the gravity of the situation settling in. "So, what? I just stick around and hope I don't mess things up even more? Hoping it doesn't get me killed in the process."
Danny lets out a humorless chuckle. "Or you stay and mess things up in his plan instead."
You look at him, confused, and a little insulted.
"You told me what Mindy said," Danny continues. "You're the wild card. You're not playing by the rules, and that's exactly why he's targeting you. If you run, you make it easier for him. But if you stayâ"
"I ruin his movie," you finish for him, your voice more confident now.
Sam gives a small nod, her expression hardening. "And if we know anything about GhostFace, it's that he hates when things don't go his way."
Tara smiles faintly, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes. "We've got an advantage now. We know what he wants you to doâand we're going to make sure you don't do it.
With a head shake and smile, you say instead, "Or maybe I do..do it," you couldn't help but giggle at your words. Danny shakes his head in disbelief, but chuckles as well. When you see Tara frown, you shake your head and stand carefully, making sure not to bother any of the sleeping dogs. "We make the idiot think I did run..." you look at Sam, hoping she gets where you're going.
Sam's eyes narrow, her arms still crossed as she processes your words. Slowly, a grin tugs at the corner of her lips. "You want to bait him," she says, her voice low with understanding. "Make GhostFace think you're runningâplay into his narrative."
"Exactly," you say, pointing at her, feeling the adrenaline start to course through your veins. "We make him think I'm doing what he expects, what he wants."
Danny raises an eyebrow, catching on. "We make him think you run, but really, you're leading him right into a trap."
Tara's frown fades, replaced with curiosity. "That could work," she murmurs, glancing at Sam. "If he thinks he's controlling the situation, he'll get overconfident, make mistakes."
Sam nods, her mind already racing through the logistics. "We'll need to set it up carefully. Make it believable."
"But tell no one," you say, looking between them all. "We can't risk anyone listening and it getting back to him somehow. Mindy, Chad, Kirby, Quinn's dad and definitely not Ethan." You emphasize.
Tara laughs quietly, shaking her head.
"Fine," Sam steps forward, and everyone follows. "We know the plan..."
"Oh, Captain America speech," you bounce on your feet excitedly. You purse your lips when you receive deadpan glares.
"We know our roles," Sam continues, glancing at each of you. "We make him regret ever trying to write any of us into his twisted movie."
You rest your hands on your hips, a proud smile forming on your lips. It radiates, drawing their attention to you. You shrug. "I just..." you smile, feeling more determined than ever. "I've spent my whole life running away from things. I think it's about time I run toward somethingâtoward ending this for you guys."
Danny pats your shoulder gently, his grip reassuring. He's proud of you and your smile only widens at that.
Tara steps closer, her gaze soft but resolute. "Thanks for doing this," she looks over at her sister, her eyes full of gratitude before locking back on you. "For staying."
Danny and Sam share a look, feeling the clear attraction between you and Tara.
"So," Danny clears his throat, breaking the moment with a knowing smile. "The plan?"
You blink a few times, getting out of stupor. "Right..." you glance at your cousin, Sam then Tara. You feel caught so you hurry to move on. "We trap him, but we're gonna need all the help we can get.."
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You know a plan is good when you start to believe it's bad.
"You know, the more we talk about it," you begin, pacing back and forth in front of them. "The more appealing it sounds." You chew your nail, a nervous habit you know you'd get reprimanded for if your siblings or parents were around.
The group sits in Gale's apartment building's lobby, being called over by the twins. They explained the need of wanting to end this. Chad told Sam of Mindy's worries of this ending worse than before. So Sam suggested they join them, hoping to console Mindy with their presence. She knows the twin worries when they are too far apart during situations like this.
Danny arches a brow. "What does?"
You clear your throat, coming to a stop by the door. "My mom called me," you say, avoiding their stares and keeping your eyes on Danny. "She wants me to come home. Even my brother said I should leave, and he's the one who convinced me and my sister to go to New York in the first place. So maybe I should...go back home." Your words come out reluctantly, because you're starting to mean them.
Danny glances at the others, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "Wait... you're serious."
You nod, playing into the part. "Yeah. Maybe it's time I listen to them." You shift your weight, making your hesitation believable.
Mindy stands abruptly, her voice rising. "Woah, hold up," she steps closer, shaking her head. "You can't just leave. You're part of this nowâour hero!" Her tone is pleading, eyes wide with disbelief.
You shrug off her words, refusing to meet her gaze. "I'm no hero, Mindy. I'm just some idiot who stuck around too long. Like a bug stuck to a car's grill." You glare, directing the frustration outward, glancing at Chad and Ethan sitting nearby. Ethan looks back at you with that same innocent expression that's always unsettling.
With a huff, you shake your head and turn toward the door.
"GhostFace or not," you say sharply, turning back to face the room. "Maybe staying in New York was the wrong choice from the start. There isn't anything for me here, anyway."
The room falls silent for a moment, your words hanging in the air like a weight. Tara shifts uncomfortably, glancing between you and Sam. Danny looks torn, as if he wants to say something but is holding back.
"You can't just leave," Chad finally speaks up, breaking the silence. His voice is quiet, uncertain. "I mean, come on, you're part of this now. We need you."
"Need me?" you scoff, incredulous and bewildered at his words. "So he can kill me while you all survive again? No thanks."
Danny clenches his jaw, your words surprising him. "Y/N, relax. No one is dying-"
"He's tried to kill me twice," your voice raises, frustrated and exhausted. You feel Tara's sad eyes on you and it takes every ounce of will power you have not to look at her. "That's twice too many. And they say third's time the charm? Yeah, no, I'm not giving him the chance."
Ethan watches you, his gaze intense, but he says nothing. His expression is hard to read, but you don't let it throw you off. Not now.
"My family's suffered one loss already," you say, stunning Danny into silence. "I'm not going to put through another." Your words hit hard, firm and serious.
You mean it, Danny can tell. You're not acting on the role you told them you'd take on.
Mindy steps forward, her hands gesturing wildly as she speaks. "This isn't just about you! If you run, you give GhostFace exactly what he wants. He'll pick us off one by one if you're not here."
You look at her, then your gaze travels to your roommate sitting right behind her. You managed to grow a friendship with Anika, she has been nothing but nice to you. But this isn't about you, it was never suppose to be about you. This is their story, with an ending they can deal with.
"It was nice meeting you all," you say as you take tentative steps back towards the door. You don't miss the disappointed looks on their faces. "Really. I'm sure if the circumstances were different, we would be great friends. But, god, I hope I never see you guys again."
You say, final, turning on your heels, making your exit.
Danny looks down, ashamed.
Chad looks at the door, hoping you changed your mind. Minutes tick by, nothing but silence surrounds them. That and a few lingering policemen, making sure GhostFace didn't linger behind, hiding somewhere.
With no sight of you returning, Chad turns to the group. "What do we do?"
Sam looks at her friends, their fright obvious and palpable.
"Maybe he wins this time," she says softly.
Ethan leans forward where he's sat, an exasperated look on his face. "I'm sorry, what?"
Sam stands, looking at them all. "This was never suppose to involve any of you," she sighs, the sad look on her sister's face hurting her the most. "I roped you guys into this. He wants to punish me... Me. Maybe I let him."
"You want to give up?" Mindy asks, some disgust lingers in her tone.
"Everyone thinks I'm this terrible person. Maybe they're right." Sam says, then looks at Tara again. "You said it. It's not like I have a plan for my life anyway. If this is what I need to do to keep you all safe... then it's worth it."
Tara's expressions changes at her sister's words. "No." She snarls, getting on her feet. "Fuck that. You came back to Woodsboro to protect me. And you've been protecting me ever since. We're all still alive because of you."
"And Y/N," Ethan adds, earning glares from everyone.
"They aren't here anymore, you don't have to kiss their ass," Anika glares at him. He cowers down where he's sat.
With a deep breath, Tara takes her sister's hands. "Maybe it's time you let us protect you. We're a team, remember?"
Sam's eyes soften as she looks at her sister, Tara's words slowly cutting through the guilt and exhaustion she's been carrying. For a moment, the tension between them breaks, and the weight on Sam's shoulders seems to lighten, just a little.
Tara tightens her grip on Sam's hands, her voice stronger now. "You're not in this alone anymore, Sam. None of us are. We can't just give up and let him win."
Mindy steps up. "We're a family."
Chad brightens. "Hell yeah! Core four!"
Danny tilts his head in confusion, but doesn't comment on it.
Sam crosses her arms. "He's going to keep coming for us."
Ethan shakes his head. "I think Y/N had the right idea," he speaks up, capturing their attention. "Can't we just hole up somewhere safe?"
Anika looks at him in disgust. "Ugh, god, I hope you are GhostFace so you die at the end," she grumbles under her breath. Ethan stares back at her with wide eyes.
Mindy laughs but gets a shove from Chad. "Oh," she mumbles, clearing her throat. "Anika." she tries her best to sound authoritative.
Tara gives Ethan a pointed look. "And hiding won't solve anything. He'll just find us, like he always does..." she trails off, coming to a realization as soon as the words come out of her mouth. "I have an idea. Chad, give me your phone," she orders without an explanation.
Chad does as he's told, handing his phone over to the short girl. She does a quick dial of the number and soon, the man picks up. Tara explains the plan to the detective, who doesn't seem at all convinced or sure of it. She doesn't bother on insisting him to liking the plan, just wants to know if he wants to be apart of it.
"Are you gonna help us?" Tara asks once she's done with her explanation.
"Yes," Bailey relents with a sigh, glancing around his surroundings. "I'm stuck here, but Gale gave us the keycards to the theater; it has heavy security and surveillance cameras, we can use that against him. I'll get Kirby to meet you there and join you as soon as I can."
Tara glances at Danny, who wandered off to make a phone call. She can see him actually frustrated, and she can't even guess what about.
"Travel in public," Bailey pulls her out of stupor. "Remember, the more people around you, the less of a chance he can take a shot at you before you get here."
The walk to the subway is unnervingly quiet, tension settling like a fog over the group. Sam walks beside her sister, hyper-aware of their surroundings. She's ready for anything, but the weight of the plan lingers heavily on her mind. Trusting Bailey and Kirby felt like a gamble, but it was the only option they had. She steals glances at the others as they walk in an uneasy silenceâeach of them lost in their own thoughts, wary of every shadow, every passerby.
Danny lingers behind, phone pressed to his ear again. Faintly, Tara hears, "Yo, this is Y/N, I don't check voicemails so send me a message..." then a beep.
Danny grits his teeth and slips his phone into his pocket, catching up to the group quietly.
Tara turns to the others, her voice tight. "You guys don't have to come with us," she tells Ethan, Anika, and Danny. Sam nods beside her, silently agreeing.
"Right," Ethan scoffs. "We peel off and the killer takes us out one-by-one? No thank you."
Anika squints her eyes at him, mimicking her girlfriend's glare. "I'm going to keep an eye on him," she says, pointing at Ethan, who lifts his hands in mock surrender, incredulous.
"Safety in numbers, right?" Danny speaks up. "I'm not my cousin. I don't run," he looks at Sam, trying to offer a reassuring smile.
"Let's get to the theater," Sam nods just as the train arrives.
They all stand together, but the flow of passengers getting off the train separates them. Ethan, Anika and Mindy are pushed back by people. Mindy grabs Anika's hand, steadying herself.
"Hey!" Mindy shouts after them, standing on her toes to get a glimpse of them. She spots her brother on the train. "Chad!"
Chad waits by the doors, hoping his strength is enough to keep them open. He watches his sister and her girlfriend struggle through the crowd, pushing their way forward. The thought to get off and help them crosses his mind, but then he feels someone yank him back. The doors snap shut, his eyes widening as he hears his sister call out his name again.
Mindy and Anika run, but can't make it onto the train in time. A hand grabs Mindy's shoulder, and she jumps back, pulling Anika with her. Ethan stands there, eyes wide with innocence.
"Get your Ghostface ass away from me, Ghostface." Mindy distances her and Anika away from him, ignoring the hurt expression on his face.
"Where's Mindy and Anika?" Sam asks when Chad and Danny finally join her and Tara.
"They missed the train," Chad admits, his voice tight. "I would've waited with them, but Cute Boy pulled me inside," he adds, glaring at Danny.
Tara's suspicion flares. She trusted Danny because of you, but nowâwith you gone, really goneâshe isn't sure who to trust anymore. The plan was for you to text Danny once you had finished your part, but Danny hasn't mentioned anything to the group.
"I was trying to keep us all together," Danny defends.
"By splitting us up?" Tara asks, her voice sharp as her glare.
Chad pulls out his phone, revealing a text from Mindy: We'll get the next one. Don't wait for us. We'll meet you at the theater.
Chad locks his phone after the sisters read the message, then looks up. His eyes widen, his stomach twisting into a knot. "Shit," he mutters.
The others follow his gaze, their nerves skyrocketing. The subway car is packed to the max with Halloween revelers dressed as every horror movie character to ever existâFreddy, Jason, Pinhead, Michael Myers, Leatherface.
But it isn't those characters that send a chill down their spines. It's the dozens of people dressed as Ghostface, their masks seemingly trained on the group, unmoving.
Tara swallows thickly. "How many stops?"
"Ten," Sam answers, her voice barely a whisper as she checks the map.
Danny grips the pole, his knuckles white from tension. "Great."
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My [15M] rival [15/50M] has been weirdly aggressive towards me ever since he lost his memories for the second(?) time. Should I be worried about him trying to kill me again?
Summary
A post on r/relationship_advice by u/Chili_Dog1991
EDIT 1: Stop saying I'm Sonic I'm not.
EDIT 2: Okay I am Sonic. I don't see how that matters.
EDIT 3: Stop trying to figure out which of my rivals this is.
EDIT 4: Stop telling me to contact the police about his attempts to murder me or his age. It's complicated in regards to his age but he's essentially 15 and I can already defend myself way better than the police can in regards to his murder attempts. Also the police would probably try to arrest me too because they're either useless or make things actively worse.
EDIT 5: Stop DMing me to ask how murder attempts can be fun. I shouldn't have to explain this.
EDIT 6: Stop implying I'm a masochist.
EDIT 7: Stop implying I'm an adrenaline junkie. If I just wanted adrenaline I've got tons of other people who could give me that.
EDIT 8: To everyone who actually responded with advice, thank you. I attempted to talk to him about it, we fought again, and it turns out he's been acting aggressive because he doesn't know how to show affection so he just defaults to violence. We ended up holding hands after we physically couldn't fight anymore. It was a great night and I think we're together now.
EDIT 9: Which of you motherfuckers sent this to Tails.
ORIGINAL POST
Hi everyone, using a throwaway account to make this post because my little brother knows my main and the embarrassment would kill me if he ever saw this.Â
So for context, I've known this guy for a while now, at least in the context of my life. I've got a pretty hectic life and I'm a traveler, so I've met a lot of people and he's one of the few that's been able to keep up with me. Our first meeting was during a bit of a stressful time because he kind of inadvertently framed me for thievery (we look kinda alike and the police are stupid, it's not his fault but I was pretty pissed at the time) and got me arrested, so we ended up fighting about it in the middle of the street. I'm used to fighting and pretty good at it, so it was a surprise when he turned out to be basically my equal at it, which is pretty rare even among my other rivals. He got the upper hand on me for long enough that the police were able to arrest me again. I was pretty mad but also impressed. Our second meeting was even more stressful because I had just got out of jail after being arrested for the second time, and I was still angry about it so we fought again. I was about to win but then it turned out we were both in danger along with some friends of mine so we both left as fast as we could. Both of these times I could tell he was taking the fight seriously, but I could also tell he wasn't trying to KILL ME kill me. Y'know?
Anyway, in our next meeting he was definitely trying to kill me. Outright said it to my face. I won that fight thankfully, and I'm not even angry about it because a lot of people have tried to kill me over the years and also he has some kind of goal I was getting in the way of, and he didn't even succeed. He ended up changing his mind about that goal though, and when we next saw each other we were on the same side trying to deal with a mutual threat.Â
And it was at that point I kind of realized I was in love. I've never really wanted a relationship because I thought it would get in the way of my lifestyle, but with this guy specifically it wouldn't be a problem. I would have told him about it, but then I thought he died and I didn't see him for a while. I wasn't too broken up about it because we only knew each other for a couple days, but I was still sadder than I thought I would have been.
He ended up coming back to life though, and he had lost his memories for the second time in his life (long story I'm not gonna get into) and he didn't really remember me anymore. I know from a mutual friend of ours that he remembered me well enough to be annoyed by my name, which made me irrationally happy, and I think he did end up getting his memories back, but when we first saw each other he definitely didn't know who I was. We fought again, it was a tie, and then we ended up teaming up to take down a mutual enemy again.Â
Things have been a bit less chaotic since then. We've fought a couple more times but nothing serious, he's saved my life, I've saved his, you know how it goes. We haven't really talked about anything that happened, but that's fine because neither of us have ever been much for verbal communication and we understand each other just fine. I've tried getting over my crush on him, but that's never really worked because we see each other a lot due to our lifestyles and we have some mutual friends in common, and I like spending time with him anyways, even if we're just beating each other up most of the time.
Personality wise, he's basically my polar opposite, but we get on pretty well despite that. I think aside from my general attraction to danger and his ability to match me in a fight and a race that might be the main thing that draws me to him. I've got a lot of friends, but never one so different from me and yet so similar. He's just always been special to me.
But the main reason I'm making this post is because despite all we've been through, he still acts like we're enemies at worst and temporary allies at best. We fight almost every time we meet unless something less serious is going on, and he's pretty grumpy and mean to me all the time. I like this about him, but it does make me question if he even sees me as anything more than a rival, and I don't know how to ask him because we don't talk about weird emotional stuff. I also think that asking him directly could maybe lead to another murder attempt, which would be fun, but it's not what I'm looking for anymore. I don't mind all the fighting, but just once I'd like to kiss him on the mouth instead of punching his teeth in, y'know?
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Plot Idea #6:
A yandere best friend has had a huge crush on (Y/n) since forever. She was a beautiful woman who worked at the same company as him and he often spent time with her, but he never confessed to her as he always considered himself a weak and useless boy. He grew up in a not-so-good home, which was the reason for his low self-esteem and poor self-perception.
His parents were abusive narcissists who ALWAYS demanded a lot from him in academic and extracurricular studies and didn't allow him a single low grade, to the point that if he failed, they could ignore him or punish him verbally and/or physically. (Y/n) was a classmate who became his friend and helped him see the light in his life and question his parents' behavior a little. To summarize, the yandere best friend befriended (Y/n) and due to his traumas (caused by his parents), he ended up falling in love with her and became motivated to continue studying but this time for himself and of course, to get away from his parents.
He graduated, got a few jobs, studied at the best university thanks to a scholarship, and now he's reunited with his beloved (Y/n) at the company they both now work for. However, he realized that (Y/n) was being stalked by another yandere who was none other than her yandere ex-fiancé. The yandere best friend was physically weaker than him; that's why, when he was kidnapped by the yandere ex-fiancé (who in turn kidnapped his [Y/n]), he was killed along with her, since the yandere ex-fiancé couldn't stand that his beloved not only rejected him, but also protected the yandere best friend.
However, the yandere best friend wakes up in his bed in the middle of the night, excited, and although he thinks it's a nightmare, he sees that the date on his watch says "August 10, 2015," which seemed strange to him. The next morning he realized that he had somehow traveled nine years into the past. In that year, he worked at the same company as his beloved, and he was immensely happy to see her again and feel her embrace.
He didn't want to change that reality for ANYTHING in the world.
Therefore, he would use his knowledge of future events to change not only his course and his end, but also to save his beloved, and how could he not? to make her his and in the process protect her from the yandere ex-fiancé before it's too late.
He changes his look; he dedicates himself to exercise and sports; he approaches (Y/n) with more confidence; he cuts off contact with his narcissistic parents completely, while going to therapy for it; he learns self-defense and gun use; he improves incredibly at his job and earns much more money than before, etc. He also dedicates himself not only to protecting his beloved from everything he considers a danger, but he also pursues the yandere ex-fiancé to get revenge on him and give him some karma for his actions towards (Y/n) and him in his original timeline.
-So, what do you think about this plot?
-A/N: Yes, you can use my plot suggestions for your one shots freely. Just give me credit and that's it.
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Imagine this...
Wade Wilson is and always will be a cocky bastard. And ever since the..upgrade, so to speak, he will always be a little crazy as well. He's also a very good observer. Most people think of Wade as more of an idiot than anything, which isn't necessarily wrong, but he's not completely ignorant either. He makes astute observations all the time.
Especially after he met you. A hobby of his includes people watching. He enjoys making guesses and hypothetical observations about people based on how they perform naturally. This became especially true after he met you. It wasn't under the best circumstances, that's for sure, but it's a story for another day. Basically, you killed him (if he could die), and he became obsessed. Simple as that.
No, it's not really because you.. incapacitated him. People are after his head on a platter all the time. It was more because you did it on accident, isn't that fun?
Wade was chasing some poor robber down the streets. Chasing is a bad word for it. He was more like following him. The poor asshole decided to steal some ladies' purse, but Deadpool happened to be nearby. The man gave chase, and Wade began to happily skip after him down the streets of New York.
He was happier than usual because Spider-Man had requested his help in New York, hence why he was there in the first place. This was unfortunate for the robber. Wade happily unsheathed his sword as the robber backed himself into the dead end of an alleyway. "Alright, macho, I've got plenty of time to teach ya some manners. 'Cause honestly, it was so rude of you to take that ladies shit. Like, you didn't even ask. I can't let you walk around with a bad attitude like that!" And his joke would have been perfect, say the line and then cut off one of his legs. But he didn't get to the punchline before a heavy metal bucket fell onto his head.
The robber didn't hesitate to take his chance and run as Wade's neck snapped, and he fell to the ground. He wheezed as he blinked, struggling to move. "Oh.. oh, this isn't fun." His voice sounded as if his lungs were being squeezed. He couldn't move anything but his eyes and mouth, so he couldn't turn his head to see who was running out of the side door to the building.
Quick footsteps approached his folded body, and he could see their feet. Or rather, their shark slippers. "Oh my god.. Oh my god. I just killed a man." The voice panicked. "Ah, don't worry about it -" but he was cut off as your foot came flying in contact with his nose. You screamed and covered your mouth, eyes wide as you eyed the man on the alleyway outside your apartment.
His neck snapped in a way that made your gut queasy, and his, now broken, nose looked funny, pointed so far to the right. Even through his odd mask, you could tell it wasn't a pretty one. You didn't mean to kick him. It just happened! You thought he was dead, and then he talked, and he sounded so casual that a natural fight or flight picked up in your brain and...well yeah.
..now you're dragging him into your apartment elevator. He was heavy, and you couldn't tell if it was because of his suit and armor or because of his own body weight. It was probably both. Luckily, the landlord just recently got the elevators fixed. You might have given up the moment you saw the stairs if they were the only option.
Now you were really doubting your decision as you stared down at this masked man on your couch. Basic respect kept you from pulling up his mask, and anxiety kept you wondering if the couch was too uncomfortable. You then had to remind yourself that you broke his fucking neck before dragging him up here. A deep sigh escaped your lungs, and you moped to the kitchen.
It didn't take long for your cup of coffee to brew, and you hummed in delight as you smelt the beverage. It may have been too late for caffeine, but you really needed a pick me up after the day you were having.
"Oh damn, I love that brand! Can I have some?" Wade's voice startled you, and your glass slipped from your hands. Hot coffee poured down the front of your cotton shirt, and you gasped in pain before dropping the mug. The noticeable cracking of the mug slipped your mind as you hastily pulled your soaked shirt away from your skin. You did NOT need to be burned on top of everything today.
Wade kissed his teeth and held a fist up to his mouth, tilting his head as if he had been the one burnt. "Ah, fuck, really didn't mean to scare ya toots." Ironic, you thought to yourself. It was way past that point after breaking his neck and-
.. wait, he looked fine. No, that's impossible. Surely you just couldn't see him properly because of the dim lights in your kitchen. Or maybe it was because of his suit. Oh! Perhaps you were dreaming, and all of this was a big nightmare.
"Uhm..nope, I'm very real princess." Wade's voice cut through the tense silence. After a few more seconds of staring at him, your eyes rolled back, and you stumbled to the floor. Wade wasn't even slightly fazed by this. He's had worse reactions to a first meeting with a stranger.
"And you haven't even seen my face yet, sweetness." He mumbled as he kneeled down next to you. He debated on what to do for a few seconds before huffing and shrugging his shoulders an 'oh well.' He stood back to his feet and opened your cabinet to find a clean mug. "Ohh~ I haven't had good coffee in ages!" He spoke to your unconscious form in excitement, pouring the hot liquid into the yellow mug. Wade smiled as he downed the coffee in one gulp, the steam coming out his nose. "That's the shit right there.." Wade belched with a nod.
And that's how he met his shy girlfriend..
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Months went by, and it wasn't long before Wade Wilson was wrapped around your finger. He would randomly appear in your home and stick around for hours at a time. Most nights, he wouldn't stay all night and would get out of your hair as you went to bed. Eventually, he came around and began sleeping on your couch.
This evolved into the big idiot coming to you after every mission, no matter the shape he was in. You became used to his company, and luckily, you grew used to the sight of blood and gore pretty fast. Even better, you enjoyed his personality. He was surprised with how fast you grew comfortable with his insane rambling and odd comments to "the audience past the screen." He found his feelings for you to start growing out of proportion.
Once he realized just how down bad he had gotten for you, he was very bold about his feelings. He wasn't trying to hide a single thing around you, especially his adoration for you. One thing led to another, and you both began to date.
After he brought you home blood-soaked take out bags and got down on one knee like he was going to propose to you. Outside of your home. Where all your neighbors could see, of course.
Despite the rocky start, it was a hit. The relationship between you both blossomed into a happy routine. But this didn't mean you grew out of your shy personality. Since day one, you have been quiet and reserved. And not in the way that you were keeping secrets. You answered any questions Wade had for you without missing a beat. But you would never initiate things unless he did. You never asked to see his face. You never once stated you wanted to know his career. Hell, Wade had to tell you himself that you should be angry with him for dragging blood into your apartment.
Wade was definitely the opposite. He was cocky, loud, flirtatious, funny, and if he had something to say he would fucking say it. He didn't need someone else to do it first. Perhaps this was mostly because he was an impatient man, but also because he had never been afraid of conflict. Hence why he became a mercenary in the first place. Plus, the money was damn good, too.
On one of the more slow days, Wade had decided to stay in your apartment and just wait for you to return home from work. You hadn't texted or called since your lunch break earlier, but he simply thought it was because you were busy. Surely you would call him on your way home, like you always do, to make sure he didn't need anything at the store. But your call never came.
Instead, Wade heard the front door quietly open and close. He smirked softly at the soft footsteps in the entrance hallway. "Took you long enough short cake! I was getting worried thinking about ya, I didn't want to have to eat dinner without my favorite dessert around." He would often tease you like this, and every time you would respond with a shy smile and a fond eye roll.
It was a beautiful smile.
And Wade felt his heart drop when he looked over his shoulder, peering over the back of the couch, to see you standing there. Your cheek was swollen, a slight cut on your lip, and a distant look in your eyes. There is no trace of the sweet girl he loved so much. You looked so numb at the moment.
Wade didn't hesitate to stand from the couch, but his actions made you blink out of the trance you found yourself in. You glanced at him and looked down at the floor, eyeing the trail of mud you tracked through the house. "I'm sorry.." You mumbled. Wade didn't get to say anything before you kicked off your shoes and started walking to your bedroom.
Wade silently followed you until he was standing in your bedroom doorway, watching you change into something more comfortable. You were moving like a zombie. He hated it. He was so used to your timid and slow movements because that's who you were. But this was..this was heartbreaking.
"I'll, uhm.. I'll clean up the mud after I change." You mumbled, pulling your arm through the hole of the T-Shirt. Wade stepped forward with a sigh. "Honey -" "I can cook dinner after, I meant to stop and get groceries on the way home but..I got sidetracked." You interrupted him, your quiet voice sounding forced. Almost as if you were holding back tears.
"Baby, stop -" But you interrupted him again when you attempted to push past him, probably trying to go to the kitchen. Wade gently gripped your arms to keep you in place as he stood in front of you, blocking your way. Your gaze stayed planted in front of you, as if you were looking through him. Wade leaned down so you would finally look at him. He could see the bruise forming under your eye better now. And something in his gut twisted painfully at the sight.
"What happened?" He said softly. You shrugged, and your eyelids fluttered softly. "It-It doesn't matter now. It's over, and I just want to relax." You sounded like you were trying to make yourself believe it more than Wade. And his eyebrows (or rather, where his eyebrows would be if he had any hair) furrowed, and he held eye contact with you. "What. Happened?" He was more stern this time.
Perhaps it was his serious demeanor that caused your facade to crack and crumble. He was never this way, even when he returned home missing limbs. The concern in his voice tilted your already fragile state. And you began to sob. Wade hadn't expected such a turn in emotions so fast, and he pulled you into his chest. He easily ran his fingers through your hair as he waited for you to calm down. Maybe Wade wasn't a patient man, and he was definitely too cocky for his own good, but when it came to you, he dropped all of this and just became Wade Wilson.
The man before the tests and experiments, before the laboratory and cancer, when he was just himself. And he loved that you did this to him. You put the scrambled pieces of his mind back together by just being with him. By loving and supporting him. And Wade would be damned if he let this situation go. He would stay and put your own broken heart back together. He didn't know what happened, but he could take a guess. And it wasn't pretty.
Especially for whatever asshat decided to lay their hands on you. But Deadpool could worry about that later. Wade Wilson was more worried about his girlfriend at the moment.
He soothed you and rubbed circles on your back, allowing you to cry into him. It was just you two in the whole world right now. And that's how you liked it. Everything else could wait until later.
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just keep swimming
nika mĂŒhl x swimteam!reader
summary: being a swimmer for UConn isn't always easy.
notes: i did NOT mean to make this so angsty, i was literally thinking about something cute while i was writing so idk where this came form. please don't kill me! - kate
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it was hard being on the UConn swim team, not only were the practices grueling, but the meets took hours and hours. this wouldn't be a problem to most, because if you love your sport you would give up almost anything.
and you did love your sport, but you loved your girlfriend even more. which is what made swim meets so difficult. most of the time, it would be from eight a.m. to four p.m.. and it just so happened that nika's game schedule was also within those hours. meaning she usually had a game while you were at your meet, making it hard for you to attend her games.
not to mention she was missing your meets, which wouldn't bother you normally but when it's been happening all season long it sort of gets to you. what if she wasn't coming because she doesn't think it's important?
you knew she had time in the mornings, time that she usually worked out during, but why couldn't she make an exception to see you? you were stressed out, to say the least.
you finally reached your breaking point the night before one of your most important meets against Georgetown.
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you and nika were curled up together in bed, watching a movie on your laptop. her hands were on your hips, and she slowly started to travel to your back, massaging different parts as you groaned lightly.
"tense for the meet tomorrow? you'll do great baby," she muttered into your ear as she stopped her movements, causing you to turn and face her, the lack of physical contact making you cold.
"you would know if you came to one," you didn't mean for it to come out so harshly, and you watched as her face quickly contorted to one of hurt. "oh im sorry, should i call off my game?" you knew you had hurt her feelings, but she didn't have to come back like that.
"nika you know that's not what i meant." you watch as she sits up a little, biting the inside of her cheek as she crosses her arms over her chest. "okay then, what did you mean? you know i want to go to your little events, i just don't have time."
you roll your eyes at the use of "little events," you knew she didn't value your sport as much as hers, but it still hurt. "little event? that's what i meant, you don't value my things as much as your own! you and i both know that you could make it to the morning part of the meet and keep me company but you just work out with KK!"
you didn't mean to let out your feelings like that, you knew you wanted to talk to her but you hadn't meant to yell. "i'm sorry okay? i don't know what more i can give you." nika wasn't breaking eye contact with you, she wanted to see your complete reaction to her words. it was not a good reaction.
"you're sorry? tell me what you're sorry for. i doubt you could." it's your turn to cross your arms as you stare up at her, her face never showing what she was thinking.
"i'm sorry your silly little pool tricks aren't as important to me as warming up. i'm sorry i have priorities." to say you were unhappy was an understatement. you close the computer that had been playing the movie up until that point, not even knowing how to react to that.
she thought your sport was "silly little pool tricks?" you took a deep breath, nodding. "okay, well then, you can leave then." you weren't slow to notice the scared look on her face. she knew she had messed up, she also knew there may not be a way to come back from this.
"no, c'mon baby, you know it wasn't meant to come out like that. i just, i have other things to be thinking about." you stand up, still heading to the door, opening it for her. "okay, then go think about them. somewhere else."
you weren't thinking, just letting out everything you had been feeling for months. you watched as she nodded, grabbing a few things before walking out of the room and right out the front door. you didn't cry until she left. she thought that little of you?
a few hours later, you got a call from paige.
"hello?" you answered the phone confused, paige never called you. "hey, um i heard about what happened, i wanted to make sure you're okay, nika is all sorts of mixed up." she seemed sincere, which led you to talk to her for almost two hours about the situation. you had felt bad taking up so much of her time.
"it's just, i don't get it, i mean i cheer her on in everything she does. this is the one thing i am the most passionate about, and she barely cares! i just feel shitty, like im less important to her." you had shed a couple of tears in the time you had been on the phone, not knowing who else to talk to.
"mhm, well, i think you should give it some time. don't go reaching back to her, let her come to you. let her know what she's missing." you nod, her words causing you to come up with a plan.
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UConn won the meet over Georgetown the following day, causing you to go out to dinner with some of your closer teammates. durning your meal you got two messages.
paige đ: good job at the meet today! i wish i had time to stop by and watch
nika đ: hey, can we talk, please? today was really hard and i miss you.
you replied to one message, thanking paige, and letting her know you appreciated her reaching out. you would text nika back later.
you didn't.
instead, you got one too many drinks at dinner and ended up calling paige. you didn't do anything too wild, just, you know, told her everything you had been feeling about nika for the second time. which, wouldn't be an issue had you let her talk when she first picked up. but, because someone is praying on your downfall, you hadn't been made aware that paige was currently with nika.
and nika heard you.
not that big of a deal.
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it had been almost a week since your horrible phone call with paige. it was friday night, you were trying to wind down for the night, choosing to watch a random movie.
you had done everything to prepare for your swim meet the following morning, it wouldn't be particularly hard, the team not having the best stats by any means.
you fell asleep early that night, missing a text from paige.
"see you at the meet tomorrow morning, bright and early!"
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you wake up the next morning by putting your phone directly on do not disturb, not bothering to check any messages. you needed to be in the right head space.
you arrived at the pool at 7, getting your events and warming up. your first event was at 8:15, 200 butterfly, it would be easy.
standing on the block, you look up to see paige and nika.
holy fuck.Â
the whistle blew almost directly after, and you had a delayed start, causing you to start behind. the whole way back and forth you were thinking about paige and nika.
there was no way you had just seen them, they had a game later, they should be practicing? your thoughts had clouded your mind, and you were lagging behind on the last lap. you caught up quickly, barely pulling through in the last few seconds.
getting out of the water in a huff, you walk over to your teammates, taking off your cap and goggles. as you chat with one of your closer friends you see them again. no way it wasn't them.
you quickly excused yourself to go talk to them.
"paige?" she turns around with a smile on her face, nika not far behind. "hey! we decided to stop by and see what all the hype was about," you nod, looking to see nika holding what looked to be a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"hype is a reach, but thanks. um, so you watched that?" you flustered thinking about nika watching you struggle so much in a simple 200. "yeah, you were really good, and like super fast. i had no idea it was so complicated, i think you swim faster than i run." you looked as nika stunned, you hadn't thought you did good, but to her it was amazing.
"really? that was like, my slowest time ever, i sucked." you laugh a little, noticing paige slowly slip away to find people she could befriend. "seriously?" you nodded, smiling at her shocked face.
"listen, im sorry about what i said, i was embarrassingly uneducated on this, seriously i thought you just did a little free stroke and left. oh! and here, these are um, for you." you watched as she held up the flowers, taking them with a smile on your face.
"thanks babe, they're beautiful." you take them from her, smirking as you see her cheeks flush. "um, i have another event in like twenty minutes, but if you want to come with me to put these in my locker you can." you guys chat the whole time up until your event, and then the whole time after.
"oh my gosh, what time is your game? and where the hell did paige go?" you grab her wrist as you get on your tippy toes to look around, causing her to laugh. "our game isn't for another two hours, we'll be fine, thought we should get going soon."
you nod, upset that she couldn't stay for the whole day, but understanding that she stayed as long as possible. she found paige a few minutes later, mingling with some other girls on the team. you rolled your eyes as you heard her complain about being in the middle of a conversation, smiling to yourself.
"okay, ill see you guys later. oh and hey, text me when you're done with the game, we can get dinner." you smile, kissing nika on the cheek and hugging paige goodbye as you watch them leave.
you guys would definitely be having a talk at dinner.
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Haven't posted anything in like, 8 years? Got inspired today. goodbye. (don't even remember how this shirt works lmaooo)
âyo , Syd!â Carmy calls from his office. He has a hangnail heâs been chewing on. Mostly nerves, he thinks. Also because it fucking hurts. If he starts bleeding his wife is gonna kill him.Â
ââSup, Carm?â She pushes her way through the door and peaks her head in, âYeah?âÂ
âUh, next week, on like-â he checks his phone for the date again, âwednesday, yeah Wednesday, Iâm gonna be out. Gonna need you to take over until like-Monday, I think? You can call me, just wonât be in.âÂ
Syd scrunches her eyebrow âuh, no-yeah thatâs fine, for sure. Just like - why? Are you okay? You donât normally, like, spring this shit on me.â She fully enters his office at this point. Arms are crossed, not in an annoyed way, more so because the giant fan in his office is directly pointing at her.Â
âNo yeah, uh, fine.â He coughs into his shoulder. He shouldnât feel awkward about this, heâs a fully grown man with two baby girls and a beautiful wife. âJust a procedure, medical, uh, procedure I gotta get done on Wednesday. They told me not to be on my feet too much for the next couple days.â Heâs not making eye contact with Syd, fully focused on color coordinating the highlighters in his desk.Â
âProcedure? Dude, what? Are you fucking okay?â Syd asks, walking a little closer to him. She has half the nerve to put the back of her hand to his forehead.Â
âYes, Syd. Jesus. Iâm fuckinâ fine okay? I mean it, just - like, could you make sure this shit doesnât burn down while Iâm gone?â He runs his hand through his curls. He needs a cigarette. He tries to picture your disappointed face so he doesnât reach for his emergency pack.Â
âYo, Syd!â Syd and Carmy both whip their heads to the door, itâs Richie. With a shit eating grin on his face.Â
âWhat, Richie?â Syd scoffs. âWere you invited here or did you just decide to insert yourself?âÂ
âInsert myself. Anyways, just so you donât pop a blood vessel, Carmâs getting surgery to he can fuck his wife without protection. Donât worry, sweetheart, heâs gonna be juuuuuust fineâ he says, winking, stupid fucking grin still on his face.Â
âJesus, Richieâ Carm and Syd both say at the same time. Carmy has his head in his hands. âDonât listen to âim.â Carmy finally says. âI mean - yes. I am getting, you know, uhm, that. Vasectomy. But like - that wasnât the main reaso-âÂ
âHey Carmy?â Syd interrupts him.Â
âMm?âÂ
âGood luck on your procedure on Wednesday and Iâll see you Monday, okay?âÂ
âThank you, Chefâ Carmy breathes out a laugh. Syd laughs too. âFuckinâ Richieâ he says.Â
âFuckinâ Richieâ Syd agrees.Â
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Carmy shows up to the house 3 hours later. Apparently everyone in the bear had heard Richieâs loud fucking announcement about his surgery. His hangnail did start bleeding but he found a paw patrol bandaid in the backseat of his car.Â
He hears laughter once he reaches the back door, he smiles to himself.Â
âWhere are my cubs?â He yells as soon as he gets through the door. He hears screaming and giggling and a jumble of âMe! I here, daddy!â and before he can get a good glimpse of them he has tiny, chunky arms wrapped around his neck.Â
âWhereâs mama bearâs love? She chopped liver, or what?â You come into the doorway. Your hairâs a bit disheveled. You have tiny, blue and white plaid shorts on with a shirt that has so many stains on it you might as well consider it tie-dye. You have marinara sauce on your right cheek. Youâre so fuckinâ pretty, he thinks.Â
âHi, sweetheartâ he says. He gets up from his crouched position, two tiny toddlers hanging around his neck. He kisses you, takes his thumb and wipes that tiny bit of marinara sauce off your cheek. You look at his bandaid and give him a look. âCouldnât help itâ he says.Â
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After dinner, after the girlsâ bath, after three different stories, after a small glass of wine each and a rewatch of something neither of you know the name of, you rest your head on his shoulders.Â
âHow are you feeling about it?â You ask.Â
âWhat?â he asks. His eyes started to close a bit, heâs not fully sure he heard your question.Â
âAbout the snipâ you say, giggling a bit.Â
He snorts, âyou 10-years-old?âÂ
âI mean it, Carm! Be honest!â You say, you lightly slap his arm, settling right back into him after.Â
âJesus, woman.â He laughs âUhm, I mean, good? Like this, like right here - uh, you and me, and my two cubs, my Ellie and my Charlie, my beautiful wife, this is it, you know? I just feel like our life right now is perfect. And you have done everything - so much for me. For the girls. So Iâm good, Iâm happy to do this. I wanna keep this, just this. This is perfect.âÂ
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