#this is not in the fic just something i came up with right now

[boba-beom]

⋆⋆⋆ BOY FOR THE WEEKEND ⋆⋆⋆ | KANG TAEHYUN NSFW

PAIRING. secret fwb!taehyun x fem!reader

GENRE. smut

WC. 2.2k

SYNOPSIS. you're friends with an incredibly hot guy and ever since you started hooking up with taehyun for fun—and hanging out with his friends—you've managed to develop a little crush on one or maybe two of them. but why is it that you enjoy visibly jealous and touchy taehyun?

A/N. first fic of the year and it's been a while lol but this brainrot is atrocious. I might make this a per member series that could also be stand alones but we’ll see how it goes! homie hopping but make it with txt 🤭 enjoy my sweet cherries <3 warnings under the cut!

WARNINGS. ft. txt members, voyuerism, brat tamer ! taehyun, bratty ! reader, taehyun's also a lil jealous, fingering (fem rec), oral (fem rec.), pull out method (wrap it upp!), light dacryphilia kink, exhibitionist(?) (shared apartment), pet names;(baby, pretty etc.), ass slapping, cumshot, pw little plot

A silly summer fling was all you hoped for—casual sex, no strings attached—and that was how it went until you started hanging out with said fling and with his group of friends.

His hot friends.

It started with you and Taehyun eye-fucking each other from those occasional frat parties you were invited to during peak times in each semesters. Just something about his sex appeal made it feel like he was your best choice to fool around with. And you couldn't be more satisfied with your decision. There were a few times where he'd pour you a drink and you'd have small chats with him and your own friends, but when you were by yourselves it always led to drunk and heated make out sessions in empty bathrooms, or pressed up against the walls in the bare hallways on the way to the bedrooms.

You remember when you both started this 'secret' hook up; hanging out more than usual, and outside of college hours—more or less skipping a few classes when one or the other sent a frisky text.

Every time you and Taehyun hooked up you mentally took notes on how quick he knew about you and your body. Rough fucking with his hands gripping onto your hips until his nails left moon crescent indents in your skin, or the way he'd skim his soft, plush lips along your neck before nipping and sucking at it. He picked it up quicker than guys you previously hooked up with and that's what's made him your longest hookup as of date.

But one of your favourite parts about him? His slender and pretty fingers. Just the sight of them anywhere near, on or in you had you squirming with your thighs squeezed against each other until he uses them to help out your little issue.

Again, all this has only happened behind closed doors. No sign of physical affection in front of his friends or yours, or anyone in general for that matter. This secret only started because you both weren't ready for relationships despite your friends' failed attempts at setting you up with other guys in your university, and if you were both to slowly merge your friendships, you'd try your best to not make it weird.

Yet you're here sitting next to him in his shared house with his friends, one of his hands resting on your lap with his thumb caressing random patterns on your inner thigh. His friends are too distracted playing a four-player game on the console, screaming and yelling at each other for their failing teamwork.

"Fuck it man, you're too old to be on my team!" Beomgyu's voice bellows throughout the living room, "I'd rather have Hueningkai on me team I swear."

"Gyu shut the fuck up right now, be grateful I didn't leave you to go against Kai and Soobin alone. Or would you rather have Taehyun on your team?" Yeonjun seethes through his teeth, and his knuckles turning while from the grip on the controller.

"Never mind." Beomgyu audibly pouts.

One thing you loved about hanging out with Taehyun and his friends was the free entertainment that came along with it. The bickering between Yeonjun and Beomgyu especially had you laughing to yourself, but when the hand on your thigh squeezes a little too hard to be classes as affectionate, you let out a yelp loud enough to have a head or two turning—you had never seen Taehyun move his hand away from you so fast.

Soobin looks away from the screen momentarily, brows briefly raised at the closeness between you and his housemate. "You good?" He had always been the sweetest among the five of them when it came to being overprotective about you.

"Uh, yeah- I'm fine Bin, Taehyun just-"

"I was just gonna take her to my room to rest, she's not feeling too good right now, right?" He feigns a pout followed by a hand rubbing your back, probably a little lower than where Soobin could even see.

"Alright, let us know if we're too loud and we'll try be quieter for you." Soobin flashes you a dimpled smile and resumes beating his opponents asses in their games.

── .✦

"I didn't tell you to stop, did I?" Taehyun pushes your legs wider on the edge of the bed, leaning forward to suck your fingers covered in your sheer slick.

You refrained from rolling your eyes back from the lewd sight of him shirtless, honey skin under the warm light, and kneeling on his bedroom floor, but you would prefer to have his tongue working its magic on your clit.

"You know fucking around with me isn't going to get you fucked by them." He states, voice raspy and low.

"Yeah? Jealous I might enjoy your homeboys' dicks better than yours?" You sneer back at him, teasing him with the way your fingers make their way back to your dripping hole, two fingers slowly sinking in and bringing it back up to rub your clit in slow circular motions.

Taehyun scoffs, grabbing your chin and pulling you closer to him as he kneels higher. "Say that again and I'm never fucking you again. I know you love this dick too much to ditch me like that, isn't that right, sugar?"

A groan bubbles in your throat, you refuse to agree with him knowing it wouldn't be fun that way. What do you do instead? Exaggerate a shrug and faking to think long and hard, but that only pisses Taehyun off further.

He stands up straight, and your eyes trail down his toned abs and lands on his bulge, nice and prominent in his grey sweats. He pushes you so your back hits the bed, and you know you're starting to like this a little more than your previous hookups—given that this is the first time you're about to get fucked with his closest friends just on the other side of his bedroom door.

You shuffle higher up on his bed still holding eye contact with him as the bed dips from his knees shifting weight towards you, and while he hovers over your figure his lips attaches themselves to your neck. Slow kisses descending to your chest was enough to have your breath slightly hitching, loving the way his tongue flicks against your nipples until he drags the wet muscle down your stomach.

"Mmhm, please." You instantly beg, lifting your hips up to his face only for him to shove your hips back against the bed.

"No," his eyes darkened from his pupils dilating, "you get what I give you, now be a good girl and wait."

You prop yourself up on your elbows knowing that he'll give you what you want if you oblige, but pissing him off when he thinks you're about to finally listen to him was too fun. Taehyun spreads your legs nice and wide with the view of his head going straight between your thighs, light bites and sucking around your core, leaving teeth indentations in your plush skin. And finally, the feeling of his long, leisurely strokes of his tongue over your clit had your head reeling.

Soft whimpers fall past your lips, indecisive whether you should've bitten your tongue and held back, but if there was any other way to rile up Taehyun, it was to talk about his friends while his tongue's buried between your legs.

"Shit Tae, I really under estimated you." You bury your fingers in his dark locks, tugging them and only receiving groans from him, but that only led to aggressive vibrations to your core. "I sometimes thought about Yeonjun's thick lips, mmhm, but you're doing a great job too, sweetie."

The movement from his tongue stops, and he lifts his head to look at you dead in the eye; strong, thick brows scrunching in pure disbelief. It worked. "Is that so?" He says unamused, aligning a single digit against your entrance. Not giving you the chance to gradually get used to the minimal stretch, he shoves another finger, slightly curling it up the same way your toes were subtly curling.

"Oh fuck." You gasp, bringing a hand up to squeeze your tits, rolling your nipples between your fingers. You knew Taehyun loved it when you did that, but he was to smug to give in so quickly.

"And you really thought you were able to leave me? Admit it, baby, I'm too good." He leans over you again, one hand holding himself above you and the other still fucking inside your cunt. The smell of his cologne literally sticks to his skin, he doesn't even need to wear clothes and he's just so perfect that way. "Sweet, sweet angel," his voice is hoarse in your ear, "you look so pretty getting fucked by my fingers, but I'm sure you'd look heavenly with my dick stretching you out again, yeah?"

You want to refuse just to play around with him a little more, but you want him bad. You give up and nod your head, looking ridiculously desperate to be fucked dumb and that's exactly what you'll receive. Taehyun takes his fingers out of you, separating them and watching your slick form a string until it cuts off and he shoves them into your mouth, tongue swirling at the sweet taste of your own cream.

He pulls his dick out of his precum-stained joggers, of course he didn't wear boxers when he knew you'd be over, but who were you to complain? Aligning his coke-can girth cock at your entrance was always something you'd look forward to, and once you feel the stretch and he feels the grip, you both simultaneously let out guttural moans. His hands gripping onto your hips, pulling you up his girth as he kneels back, plowing into you harder than you've experienced with him before, and you loved it.

The pace picks up, head empty, heavy cock jack hammering into you like there's no tomorrow, and his sweat's already gathering in his hair that had covered his forehead. Sometimes you didn't know if Taehyun's aware about his strength, but every hit of his tip against your cervix brought tears to your eyes, and the delicious sound of his grunts was enough to have you clenching around him. But instead of stopping, he fucked you through it.

"Go on," his voice shakes, sweat dripping on your collarbone, "let them hear you scream on my dick, I'm sure they have their ears pressed up against the door with their dicks hard. You'd love that, wouldn't you?"

"F-fuck baby, yes, yes, I would!" You moan louder than you intended, no fear whether the boys on the other side of his bedroom door would've heard you or not.

But Taehyun's devious smirk only has your brows scrunching in confusion, your chest heaves as he flips you onto your stomach and inserts himself back inside you, but his hips don't move.

"Fuck yourself on it." His growl accompanies a slap on your left ass cheek, "or do you want me to call Yeonjun and Beomgyu in here to watch me fuck this cunt until you're creaming all over me?"

"Tae-" You whine, slowly rocking yourself back and forth. The change of position felt too good, the curve of his cock hitting the jackpot.

"'Tae' what?" He mocks you, slapping your ass again but gripping onto it, hard enough to leave indents of his fingernails.

"So good, so sooo good, shit-" You gasp, almost borderline sob when you reach down to play with your clit.

Taehyun scoffs, amused. "You're so fucking shameless, crying on my dick and still thinking about flirting with my friends." He leans over, his chest against your back, and his hand reaches around to replace yours. As soon as he heard your sharp, staccato inhales he latches his lips onto the back of your neck, trailing along your shoulder blades and whispering against your back to talk your through your high. You collapse your chest against the bed, arching your back while his hips continues the movement.

"Cum for me, big boy." You sigh.

The sound of your whining sent shivers down his spine, head thrown back and eyes scrunched shut, hips stuttering and about to still. "Almost there, pretty."

He pulls out, vigorously stroking his length, grunting and moaning once warm spurts of white ribbons decorated your back and the plump of your ass. Once the last drop landed on you, you giggle, rocking back to find his tip with your entrance and fill yourself up with his thickness again. Obsessed wasn't even the right word to describe sex with Taehyun. It was a necessity. Not a want, but a need.

Taehyun hisses behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his sweaty forehead against your back before deciding on whether he's about to go for another round, but his still erect dick already determined there will be. "Good girl. Let me stay here a little while, gotta make sure this pussy's nothing but the perfect mold for my dick."

You caress his forearms hugging you, humming while he catches his breath, but you see your phone screen light up on the side of the bed. Turns out the boys had stopped playing a while ago and only two of them were left in the living room. Yeonjun and Beomgyu.

Yeonjun, 8 mins ago I knew you guys were fucking, ur so loud tf

u guys aren't exclusive tho right?? 😏

Beomgyu, 9 mins ago are u feeling better now?

bc, shit y/n 🫠 me next???

"Hm? Did someone text you?" Taehyun groans, but he starts kisses up and down your spine.

"Hm?" You feign to be oblivious. "Nah, no one, babe. You good for one more?"

You were amused for sure. These two have always thought with their dicks as long as you've known them. And who were you to refuse? Maybe Taehyun isn't gonna be your only source of relief.

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[mggslover]

i love your firsts idea and i wanted to know if you could write something with experienced reader/unexperienced spencer where he is like an ass guy cause i always see him being a boobs guy in fics so id like to read something like this, maybe abt how he gets worked up looking at readers ass or some other scenario, totally up to you! love your fics 🩵

spencer seeing you in leggings genre: smut 18+ content warnings: perv!spence having dirty thoughts, dialogue from s9e18 but no spoilers word count: 1,3k a/n: i love your prompt!! i wasn't sure if you wanted reader and spencer to actually do something, so i hope i've found a good balance

“8.49,” Penelope groaned, wiping her forehead after running her third lap in a row. “Good God, that’s not even close.”

Spencer’s breath came in sharp bursts, his hands gripping his knees as he leaned forward. “You think they’ll really terminate us if we can’t run fast enough?” 

“Probably something worse,” she sighed with a shake of her head. “They’ll probably make us take another fit test.” 

Spencer grimaced at the thought. “I’d rather be terminated.” 

Penelope snorted. “I just hope the PT instructors aren’t jerks. Those jock guys are always jerks.”

“Yeah, total jerks,” he agreed with a nod, but then his attention drifted away as he caught sight of two figures in the distance. “That’s probably them right now.” 

Penelope squinted, following his line in sight. “Oh, look,” Penelope hissed, whipping her head back to Spencer. “He’s totally walking like a jerk. And ugh, look at her! That figure… that is just unfair.”

Spencer blinked rapidly as he could recognize your confident, hypnotic stride from miles away. “Wait a minute.” 

“Oh my god, it’s them.” Penelope gasped, confirming Spencer’s suspicion as you and Derek made your way over to them.

“Why are you two here?” Penelope asked, trying to piece together what was going on. 

“It looks like we’re your new PT instructors,” Derek responded, flashing an amused grin. 

The second you came into view, Penelope’s complaints faded into the background, muffled to his ears. Spencer always thought you looked pretty. He admired how professional you looked, even in the field, but today was the first time he saw you outside the office. The training jacket you wore ended just above your hips, the fabric pulling snugly against your torso. His eyes traced the curve of your waist until they landed on your hips. The lavender color of your skin-tight leggings clung softly to your thighs, and Spencer had to fight back a moan at the sight. Penelope was right. Your figure was, indeed, unfair.

"Kid, where's your mind at?"

Spencer's head snapped up at Derek’s question, clearing his throat as he scrambled for an excuse. He could still feel the heat in his cheeks from the way he’d been staring at you.

Derek waved him off with an exasperated shake of his head. "Alright, from now on, I want you two to focus," he commanded in a no-nonsense tone, pointing at Spencer and Penelope.

“Shall we start with stair climbing?” Your voice rang out and Derek nodded in agreement. 

“Let’s do that. Follow us,” Derek said, gesturing toward the stone stairs in the distance. 

You turned to follow Morgan, and the movement knocked the breath right out of Spencer’s lungs. He choked on his inhale, his gaze drawn to the way the fabric of your leggings clung to the plumpness of your cheeks. The tight material left little to the imagination, every contour visible, accentuating the soft swell of your ass with every step. Spencer’s heart hammered in his chest, racing faster than it had during those grueling laps around the field. 

Spencer’s hands clenched into fists at his sides, his jaw tightening as he fought the heat beginning to pool low in his stomach. He couldn’t help the way his body was reacting to you, and the effort to control it only made things worse.

The exercise was simple—walking up the first few steps of the stairs and back down again. You called it a warm-up, unaware that every step you took made it harder for Spencer to keep his focus. Just the sight of you moving, the sway of your hips as the leggings stretched over your thighs, was enough to drive him crazy. 

"This is torture," he muttered under his breath.

"I know, right? I can’t believe they’re making us do this." Penelope replied, completely oblivious to the source of his frustration. 

———

Spencer felt a wave of relief wash over him as he finally completed the exercise, his legs burning but grateful it was over.

"Good job, Spence," you said, flashing him a bright smile as you gave his chest a quick pat. "And cute outfit," you added with a teasing tone, a compliment that made his heart skip.

"Oh, I—uh, thanks," he stammered, patting his red hoodie as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

"We're doing squats next. Derek's with Penelope. Want me to help you with your form?" 

"Sure," he squeaked, his voice betraying his nerves.

You positioned yourself in front of him, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he was paying attention. And, obviously, he was—his gaze fixed on you almost too intently.

"Okay, the most important thing is to keep your back straight," you instructed, your voice calm and focused as you lowered your hips, sliding down until your thighs were parallel to the ground.

Spencer stood right behind you, so close that he could feel the heat radiating off your body. His shorts were growing uncomfortably tight from the proximity. He couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to pull you in by your waist, holding you flush against him.

"See how I'm doing it?" You asked innocently.

"Mhm. Looks good," he breathed out, his eyes lingering on you as he licked his lips.

He could picture it vividly—how perfectly his length would fit between your cheeks. How he would make you repeat that same motion against him until his dick would stand tall in response, throbbing with need. He imagined how easy it would be to slide your leggings down to your knees, leaving you exposed. Were you even wearing anything underneath?

The thought sent a surge of heat through him. He wondered if your closeness was affecting you in the same way. Wondered if he would find you wet, your pussy glistening with anticipation. Would you like him to softly trace your puffy lips with his finger? Or would you want him to waste no time, grabbing you by your thighs as he would enter you? 

He asked himself if you were the type to let him take control, or if you’d bend over, pushing your own hips back against his, matching the deep rhythm of his thrusts. The thought of filling you, of hearing your gasps mix his moans, was clouding his mind. 

Spencer hadn’t realized just how much his thoughts had turned him on, until your voice broke through his haze. 

“Okay, your turn.”

He looked down, seeing how his dick had twitched up to the point where it was almost peeking out of his boxers. Shit. He made quick work of his hands, adjusting himself before you turned around.

“I—I’m so sorry. I need to go,” Spencer stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush before he turned and fled, leaving you without an explanation.

———

“Oh, come on man!” Derek groaned in disappointment as he spotted Spencer slumped on the grass at the far side of the field.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer mumbled.

“Just one more round. You’ve got this,” Derek encouraged.

“I can’t.”

“You’re capable of more than you think.”

“Derek, I swear… I literally can’t get up.”

Derek raised an eyebrow, and with a defeated sigh, Spencer pointed awkwardly toward his shorts.

“Oh shit,” Derek responded as the realization dawned upon him. 

“Is it because of…?” He pointed to the direction where you were standing and Spencer just nodded.

“Damn,” Derek muttered. “Well, okay, just take a break. Have some water. Relax those muscles.” He winced, immediately regretting his choice of words. 

Spencer nervously looked up at him. “Will you tell her?

Derek shook his head. “Nah. As long as you don’t tell Penelope this whole fit test thing is just a formality and that I could’ve got the whole thing waived.”

[bluem1lls]

(srry for anon😭) id love to see a se-mi smut fic with the brothers best friend trope… obviously only if ur comfy w it!!! im literally taking se-mi crumbs rn but i adore ur fics !

✧₊⁺ i can see you (makes me want you even more)

se-mi x fem!reader

✦ synopsis: don't ever fall for your brother's best friend. but when she kisses you like that, when she fucks you like that, how could you not?

content: minors DNI, brother's best friend! se-mi x younger sister reader, smut, fingering/oral (r!receiving), spanking, daddy kink, squirt, choking, angst, se-mi is 24 here x reader is 22, fluff at the end!

authors note: hiii omg im so sorry for the weekend, i was exhausted!! but i made this, gathering these three requests together so i hope you love it!

"no"

"yes- it's not even a question! she's coming!"

"you lied to me! you said she wasn't!"

"you wouldn't have come if i told you!"

i sighed as i smacked him. he quickly hit me back.

"if she bothers me, i'll punch her. i'm not kidding."

"fine, whatever" my brother, nam-gyu, rolled his eyes.

he's been insisting that i came to this trip for like a year, saying he missed me. i haven't seen the gang for a whole year. we all used to get along just fine, except se-mi and i.

she used to make fun of me for being nam-gyu's little sister. ever since they became friends (when i was 12 and they were 14), she's been a bitch to me. i argued more with her than with my own brother, but somehow, she always found a way to fix it at night.

when her and her girlfriend mocked me for my pjs at 16, making me cry, she waited till midnight to sneak into my room, laying in bed besides me as we watched my favorite tv show.

"i'm sorry. i really like these. don't ever take them off"

and when i was 18, she told the entire group i was the most annoying girl she knew. but once they all left, she set up a pillowfort downstairs along with my favorite snacks. we played videogames there all night.

"i'm sorry. it wasn't true. you're the coolest girl i know"

and when i turned 20, me and nam-gyu had a big fight. she took his side while i sobbed. but when everyone went to bed, she came to my room and hold me as i sobbed on her chest until i fell asleep on her.

"you're so stubborn.. but we-..b-but he loves you so much. he's trying to take care of you"

and with time, i started to fell in love with her. the feelings growing more and more each year.

she was my first love. my first not reciprocated love.

"hurry up, min-su said they're outside!"

"i'm coming" i yelled at him as i grabbed my suitcase, checking if i packed everything.

as we left the house and said goodbye to our parents, my brother carried my luggage to the trunk.

thanos switched from driver to the passenger seat to leave nam-gyu. se-mi was sitting in the backseat, looking by the window from the left side. min-su was in the middle and i was supposed to sit on the right side of the window seat.

i opened the car door and got in as the three stared at me up and down.

"look who's finally here" thanos turned around to smirk at me as he spoke. "holy shit you look so much older! the last time we saw you you were like 21, how old are you now?"

"you don't say that to a girl! and it's been only a year!" i smacked his head as he winced.

"we missed you! even se-mi missed you!" i hugged min-su as i rolled my eyes at his comment while se-mi snorted.

"how could i not miss the princess of the group?" she said in a low voice. our eyes met after one year as she scanned my face.

here we go again.

"hey. we will have a peaceful trip to the cabin. did the four of you heard me?" my brother said, getting in as he started the car.

"can we go get something to eat?" i whined.

"you just finished the entire bag of pretzels all by yourself, and you're still hungry?" min-su said, not even looking at me as the four of them were rotting on the couch, playing with the ps4 dad installed last summer.

"i swear i'll start crying, i'm starving! and i've also been wanting to play all afternoon but none of you-" i said as the doorbell interrupted my big speech. se-mi quickly got up and threw the controller to me as i lifted one brow.

"take it, got more important shit to do than to hear you whine" she said, running to open the door.

i could hear a feminine voice talking as se-mi chuckled and moved aside, letting her in.

"come in pretty, so, this is the entire gang and that's nam-gyu's annoying little sister" she said introducing us, as i stared offended.

the girl stood behind her. she had long black hair and soft eyes, she looked just like one of se-mi's perfect victims.

the guys said a quick 'hey', without even taking their eyes off the screen.

"but let's go upstairs, i'll show you my room" se-mi said, grabbing her hand while pulling her upstairs.

once they disappeared, i let out a furious scoff.

"seriously?"

"you know how she is; we don't even try anymore. she has more game than we do" thanos mumbled as he eliminated my brother from the game, celebrating on his face.

"don't start any-" nam-gyu said as i cut him.

"if i hear any moans, i swear to god-"

and of course, not even 20 minutes later, we could all hear the loud moans and screams coming out of se-mi's room.

i swear, fuck her.

i checked the time as i left my comfortable bed. i read the clock's display, 2:30 am.

i put on one of my brother's big shirts that i stole from him as i got downstairs to get a midnight snack and some water.

i turned on the kitchen lights to find se-mi, with a green shirt and some grey sweatpants leaned against the counter, hair on her face as she scrolled through her phone. she lifted her gaze, smirking when she found my face.

"apparently i can't even get some water without you being around" i mumbled, passing by her side and going straight to the fridge to grab the water bottle and a glass from the shelves as she chuckled.

"weird, because if i remember correctly, the last time we saw each other you were saying something entirely different."

i closed my eyes at the memories of last time in the cabin. a year ago, when she lifted me and took me upstairs to her room. her hands were in my hair while she kissed me. my lips red and swollen. her hands teasing my folds over-

i close the fridge as i straighten myself, looking at her.

"a mistake, remember?" i said, sarcastically smirking, quoting her words from last time.

"this-this was a mistake. if nam gyu finds out, we're both fucking dead. this never happened." she said, putting on her jeans and looking for her shirt.

i should've kept my mouth shut.

but the words slipped out as she kissed my neck, her fingers inside of me.

"i love you, se-mi"

i covered my naked body with a sheet, ashamed. "i'm in love with you" my stare lost in a blank point.

she stopped changing as she stared at me, her eyes wide.

"you don't. i'm just older than you and you think you're in love-"

"i know i am!" i shouted as she shushed me, getting close to me.

"you're not. and i definitely know i'm not. we know better. you like fucking around and i do too, that's all this was." she said, grabbing my face to meet hers. she scanned my watery eyes as she wiped the tears.

"we know better than to fall in love just because a night of good sex" she said

"and then i never saw you again after that. you suddenly were 'too busy hanging out' everytime i was in your house." she said. the memories hitting us both like a trainwreck.

"i didn't wanted to see your face again"

"i wanted to see yours" she said, slowly moving closer to me. her hands gripping my waist, holding me against the wall.

"why? to tell me once again how it was just one night of good sex and that's all?"

her eyes trailed all over my face, one of her hands left my waist to cup my face, her thumb gently caressing my cheek.

she sighed, pressing her forehead against mine.

"i'm so weak for you" she murmur, making me sigh.

"don't do this se-mi.." i closed my eyes as i felt my heart flutter.

as i open my mouth to speak again, a soft feminine voice interrumpted us from upstairs.

"se-mi? did you get the water? i'm thirsty"

of course. i should've seen it coming.

i scoffed as i pushed her off. she also seemed to regain consciousness as she quickly grabbed a glass of water and filled it up without saying a word. she stared at me with a hint of.. guilt? before making her way upstairs with the girl.

pretending to hate eachother was the healthiest thing we could've done.

i stopped partying every night once i hit 22, but sometimes, i missed it. mostly, my old version. the one who used to fuck around, who wasn't afraid, the life of the party and most importantly;

i miss the old me, who wasn't completely in love with se-mi.

so yeah, maybe i wasn't in my right mind when we started taking a few shots with the guys before the anual party they threw in the cabin everytime they did their summer trip.

and maybe i wasn't in my right mind when i called my ex fling to come to the party because well... what could go wrong?

i layed a few oufit options in my bed as i prepped the shower, feeling a bit tipsy as i choose the skirt and top that most went with my style.

i got out the shower, wrapping myself in a towel as i started applying my hair products. i felt the door open as se-mi walked in and closed it behind her.

"the guys want to know if you're done already because we want to start shower-" she stop mid-sentence, taking in my naked framed wrapped with just one towel.

her eyes lingered on me like a pervert, making me roll my eyes.

"yes, is that all?" i said, she roamed my body like she was trying to undress me.

she hummed while stepping closer to me, grabbing the little towel knot that stopped it from unwrapping me.

"you gonna get all dolled up for me?" she said, her other hand went to my hip.

"not for you" i slapped her hand as she chuckled. she grabbed me from my arm, pulling me against her.

"you're such a brat. bet you love knowing the effect you have on me hm?" her breath fanning against my neck made me shiver, she let out soft chuckle. "if my hand lowers a little more, i can even feel how soaked it makes you. isn't that right princess?" she said, placing a kiss on my neck, making me feel uneasy.

"you need my fingers? like last time?" she whispered on my ear, kissing and licking my neck as i tried to suppress a moan.

"why yours, if i could get more skillfulled ones?" i said, pushing her away. i grabbed my hairbrush to focus on something else as she scoffed at my statement.

"yeah? they have you clenching, dripping down your thighs like i did?"

"oh yes! i remember my last hookup, she had me begging for more. i even remember calling her dadd-" her hand quickly wrapped around my throat, my back against her chest.

she tightened her grip while choking me, making my cunt throb for more as she made me look at myself in the mirror.

"if i hear you say something like that again i swear-"

"se-mi? stop making my sister mad and come help with the drinks" nam-gyu's voice could be heard from downstairs, breaking the moment. she lose her grip and step away, shouting back. "coming!"

she turned around one more time before leaving my room.

"we're not done princess. if you wanna be a brat, you'll get punished like one"

i left my room with my makeup, hair and outfit done. i locked the door so one got in as i took a quick look at the house. it seemed pretty full even though the party was just getting started.

as i got downstairs, i could see my brother with thanos, min-su and se-mi with a girl on her lap. they were smoking and drinking on the couch.

"look who finally finished getting ready!" thanos said, whistling as he took a look at my outfit.

"that is so short" nam-gyu tried to pull my skirt down as i slapped his hand.

"stop it! i like it that way" i said.

se-mi's eyes didn't leave my body, not even as she squeezed the girl's waist tighter. her stare was glued on my thighs as the short skirt left little to the imagination. i could see her gaze darkening with desire. she hummed in agreement with nam-gyu.

se-mi lifted an eyebrow as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. i turned around to see no-eul.

"look who's finally here! you invite me yet you don't even wait for me at the door, rude"

my ex.. fling? all the guys knew her. and se-mi did too, of course.

i leave a kiss on the corner of her mouth, as she said a quick hello to my friends. i dragged her to a corner more far away from se-mi and my brother as i heard the group laughing, all except for her.

i could feel her cold stare follow my moves as i headed to the kitchen with no-eul. i grabbed a bottle and poured a shot for her and another for me.

"so, what brings you back?" she said, her arms possesively going around my waist as i drank.

"nothing important, as always" i chuckled, staring at her. "happy to see me?" i said as she nods, cupping my face.

"always" her reply makes me smirk.

as she gets closer to place a kiss, i feel a soft push, breaking us from the moment.

"can i grab the bottle or?" a low voice said, making me face right just to meet se-mi's annoyed gaze.

i handle the bottle as she leans against the counter, staying right besides us.

"you look so pretty tonight" no-eul said as i could see se-mi rolling her eyes from the corner.

"yeah? all for you" i bit my lip as i slid her hand to guide her to my waist. i heard the brunette besides me mumbling something as she kept staring at us.

"you have a problem?" no-eul turned to face se-mi, with an annoyed expression.

se-mi drank a shot, her eyes taking my face.

"oh sorry, it's just that when i had her upstairs with my fingers wrapped around her throat, she didn't seemed to be 'all pretty just for you' " she snickered, making no-eul clench her jaw as she gazed at me.

"are you for real?"

"no! she's a fucking liar, wait-" i cupped her face as she got rid of my grip.

"i'll go get something to smoke, excuse me" she said, disappearing in the crowd.

i turned to se-mi as i punched her arm and she winced.

"you're a fucking jealous cunt and-"

"and you're making me go insane with that little skirt." she said, stopping my rant mid-sentence as i stared at her. "and if you don't stop flirting, i'll have to bend you over against this counter, move your pretty panties aside and insert two fingers on that pretty cunt so everyone can see who's the only one that can do it" she said, pressing our bodies together. she turned around to see if any of the guys could see or hear us, but they were too busy with some girls.

i stood there frozen.

fuck it.

i grabbed the nape of her neck, pulling her towards me, her lips meeting mine with a harsh and desesperate kiss. she quickly returned it.

after a few minutes she softly pushed me, grabbing my hand to drag us to the nereast bathroom. as we got in, she locked the door behind us.

she quickly pushed me against the door, grabbing my thighs to lift me up, making me wrap my legs around her as she kissed me for a second time tonight.

i grabbed her neck, making the kiss more intense. our tongues fought for dominance as we both moaned.

her lips broke with mine to deposit open-mouthed kisses on my neck, biting and licking as i leaned my head aside, giving her better access.

"w-wait se-mi" i said as she kept kissing me. "no, stop"

she stopped the kisses. her eyes were almost black from lust, her lips red and her face filled with a confused expression as she let me down on my feet again.

"i don't get it se-mi. 'this was a mistake', but your eyes want to undress me everytime we're together. and we 'can't date', but everytime i try to move on to forget about you, you're always there to make sure i don't" i raised my voice, that couldn't even be heard right because of the loud music coming from outside.

her hands rubbed her face in frustration as she took a deep breath. she grabbed my hand again, pulling me upstairs and leading into my room. she closed the door behind her as she turned to look at me.

"do you know what nam-gyu would say? he would kick my ass for dating his little sister, i can't do that to my best friend!"

"you can't do that to your best friend so you choose to break my heart instead?"

"that's never what i wanted!"

"well that's what you did when you left me naked in bed, crying my eyes out while you moved on, fucking any girl you could to forget about me because i know damn well you liked me too!" i said, almost screaming. my breathing getting heavier as i took a step towards her.

"doll, i can't-"

"if you can't, then stop messing with my life! if you don't want to date me because you're too afraid then let me fuck with whoever i want! i'm sick of you controlling every interaction i have with someone. either you decide to get serious with me or back off and leave me alone" i said, anger could be heard in every word i said.

she froze at my words. her eyes widen and her lip trembled.

"i guess you're right" she stepped away from me, turning to leave. "i don't deserve you. i- i know you'll find someone better to fall in love with." she said, watching my teary eyes as she left my room, closing the door behind her as i finally let my tears fall.

i lowered my shoulders as i sat in bed, letting out a choked sob. i felt so...pathetic.

i stared at the ceiling for 5 minutes, cursing her in every language i knew while i kept crying.

suddenly, i felt the doorknob moving as the door opened.

and there she was, standing there. she bit her lip piercing as she re-entered my room, closing the door and leaning against it while she stared at me. my eyes wide as i open my mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

"i know i don't deserve you but.. i'd rather change to be the person you need than letting you go with someone else." she came towards me, her hands cupping my face. "i'll be damned if i see anyone laying their hands on my girl." she said, smashing her lips against mine as i moaned in surprise.

she was leaning since i was in bed, so i grabbed her shirt and pulled her, making her fall on top of me. our lips never breaking the kiss.

i sneaked my arms around her neck, pulling her deeper as she bite my lower lip, making me whimper.

"my pretty girl" she said as her knee got in between my legs, pressing against my center, making me whimper. "i'm keeping that skirt i swear to god. you're such a tease. i wanted to lift it and fuck you right there and then"

"w-wore it just for you, daddy" i hiccuped as her knee made my clit twitch and my cunt throb.

she let out a low groan as she heard my words. her hand wrapped around my throat, leaving me with little to no air as her tongue entered my mouth.

"did anyone ever fucked you the way i did baby? did anyone ever made you squirt like i did that night?" she said, breaking the kiss with a possessive tone as her grip tightened.

i shook my head no, my brain feeling fuzzy from lust and desire.

she lifted my skirt, giving a harsh slap at my pussy, making me let out a choked moan.

"use your words like the big girl you are" she said in a low tone.

"no one e-ever touched me like you did"

her hands roamed through my body, harshly pulling down my top, letting my tits out as i didn't had a bra on. she took one nipple on her mouth, while her hand sneaked to my covered cunt, softly spreading with her fingers the wet patch that formed in my panties, pressing at my clit. i couldn't stop moaning from the sensation.

she separated her mouth of my tits with a loud 'pop'. her fingers pushed my thong aside, spreading the wetness all over my cunt and using it as lube to get two fingers inside of me as her other hand left my throat and flew to my mouth.

"sh, sh, we don't want anyone hearing those pretty moans" she cooed, making my eyes watery from pleasure as her fingers thrusted harsh and quick inside of me.

she lowered to get her face in between my legs, one hand holding my panties aside as the other one kept thrusting. she spit on my cunt, spreading the glob with her tongue around my aching clit.

i chanted her name as her fingers hit the spongy spot inside of me, making my walls clench around her as she moaned, making vibrations hit my clit. my eyes rolled back as i gripped the bedsheets.

as she felt me getting closer and closer, her fingers suddenly left my inside, making me sob.

she moved me around to place me in all fours and slowly began to remove my damp panties. the sight from my mirror was pornographic. the mascara tears running down my cheeks, my tits hanging from the top, my panties now pooled around my knees as the skirt revealed my drooling pussy underneath it.

se-mi gave a few harsh slaps, spanking me. the red print of her hand on my ass felt warm. her fingers gathered my slickness as i felt her breath against me. she licked a fat strip of my pussy from behind, making me moan loudly.

"such a whore. you were this desesperate for me to fuck you again?" she said teasingly as i nodded. "my needy girl"

"please, please daddy" i sobbed as i felt her fingers tease my entrance. my cunt clenching around nothing, waiting for her.

she hummed as her two fingers entered inside of me again, making me whimper as a few tears slipped.

"so pretty on your knees. just for me"

she trusted ruthless as my hand sneaked to circle my clit, clenching around her.

all i could heard was the music downstairs and the wet squelching sounds my cunt made, all wet for her. i couldn't stop moaning louder and louder everytime she hit that spot.

"f-fuck. gonna. cum" i whimpered as the circles on my clit got sloppier and her moves got deeper and quicker. "daddy- i'm gonna squirt all your fingers" i said as she moaned, her fingers going at a faster pace at my words.

while she kept fucking me, her other hand went to my hair, pulling it as she gave one more thrust. the tingle from the harsh pain and her fingers inside made the heat on my lower tummy snap as i could feel myself squirting all over her fingers, wetting the sheets underneath as my body collapsed in bed.

her thrusts got slower until they stopped completely. she removed her fingers from inside of me and placed them on my mouth as i licked them clean with my tongue. she bite her lip and kissed me one last time before getting up.

she came back with a small towel to clean me and then got rid of her clothes, laying besides me.

she hugged me as my head positioned on her chest.

"there wasn't a time in where i wasn't in love with you" she whispered. it felt so intimate, only for me to hear.

"when we were younger, when you got mad at me, the first time we kiss, when we hooked up, i was always head over heels for you, princess". she said. her hand softly caressing my hair, making my eyes close. "i kept trying to forget about you all the time but the feelings were always there, reminding me that i'll never stop loving you. and if, us being together, means we'll have to tell your annoying brother who will probably murder me after, i'll still do it for you"

i smiled and softly chuckled. my heart fluttering from happiness, and god, butterflies were small in comparison to what she made me feel.

"i never stopped loving you either" i replied, feeling a kiss on my temple.

and this time felt different. the cold feeling i had before, when she left me alone in bed, was no longer there.

it felt warm now, with her body besides mine, her love-filled gaze. i knew this time was going to be different.

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actual freaky req😓 i cant stop thinking ab luigi being a camp counselor. i was wondering if u can make a smutty long fic ab u being a counselor too or smn on the camp wtv and having a crush on him and he has to like walk u to ur cabin one night and it gets freaky and u guys like gotta be quiet.?!? idk i feel like i need it #ovulation😭

i lowkey freestyled so this is hardly porn with plot, it's just like pure smut 😭 this request was great though i loved writing it

☆ worth the wait (luigi mangione x reader)

☆ warnings: rough sex, overstim, teasing

☆ word count: 2.9k

you weren’t sure when it had started. maybe it was when he first smiled at you during the camp orientation, that wide grin that somehow made you feel like the only person in the room. or maybe it was the way his eyes would occasionally flicker toward you, like he couldn’t quite help himself. his attention always seemed just a little more intense, a little more personal than what you had grown used to.

he was beautiful. you’d felt that way since the first time you’d laid eyes on him. his soft dark curls, the two freckles delicately placed on each side of his perfect smile, his strong nose bridge, his sharp jawline - you’d been studying every single detail about him this past summer, and sometimes if you looked close enough, you’d see him studying you too.

he wasn’t overt about it — luigi wasn’t the type to make his interest obvious. but you saw right through him. you felt the way his gaze lingered a second longer than necessary when your paths crossed. little things, like the way his eyes moved slowly over your face before dropping lower, tracking the way your shirt clung to your body, damp from the heat.

it was torturous, seeing him, being near him, but never having him. you’d stare at his strong arms, his broad shoulders, wondering what holding him would feel like. your attraction bordered obsession, and as the camp came to an end, you wondered if you’d ever have him — or even be able to tell him how you felt.

you glance over at him, standing near the door of the main cabin, hands in his pockets, chatting with a couple of other campers. he has that same relaxed look on his face.

"hey, lu" you say when you reach him, barely loud enough to be heard over the clatter of voices in the background.

he turns, that easy smile spreading across his face. 

"hey," he replies, voice low. "what’s up?"

you shrug, trying to stop the smile that’s tugging at the corners of your lips. 

"nothing. just thought i should let you know i’m about to turn in for the night."

his brow furrows for a moment, like he’s weighing your words. his eyes flicker over your face, then back to the group of campers, but he doesn’t look away. something shifts between you, a quiet understanding. he pushes off from the doorframe, moving closer.

"it’s kinda early," he says, his voice dropping lower. "you sure?" he asks.

you meet his eyes, the tension hanging heavy between you. 

"yeah, but i… i could use a little company before i do." you hint, a slight chuckle escaping your mouth.

his smile widens just a little, eyes darkening as he looks you over.

"company, huh?" his gaze flickers briefly down to the ground and then back up to meet your eyes.  "and what kind of company do you have in mind?"

you can’t help the small shiver that runs down your spine. you give him another look—a silent invitation. you take a slow step toward him, until you’re standing just a little too close, so close you can feel the heat of his body, smell the faint trace of his cologne. your heart beats faster, and when you glance up at him, you can see the way his breath catches. he doesn’t move away.

“i think you know,” you say softly. "just... come with me." the words come out quieter this time. you can feel your pulse racing, but you don’t back down. not now.

he’s quiet for a moment, studying your face like he’s trying to make sure this isn’t just some game. he’s so close now, the tension between you both so thick you can barely breathe. then, finally, he nods, his lips curving into something far more knowing.

"well, alright," he says grinning. "lead the way."

you don’t waste another second. you turn, walking quickly toward the small cabin where you’ve been staying, his footsteps following closely behind you.

when you reach the door, you pause, hand on the knob. you push the door open, stepping over the threshold, and taking a seat on the bed. luigi trails behind you, closing the door and taking a seat next to you. you turn to face him, your chest tight with anticipation. his brown eyes are locked on yours, following every movement you make, and for a moment, neither of you says a word.

"so," you start, your voice trembling a little as you try to make yourself steady. "i’ve been thinking about this for a while." 

he seems so amused at how flustered you are. he moves a bit closer, his hand reaching for your arm. 

"yeah?" his lips brush lightly against your ear as he speaks, sending a shiver down your spine. "and what exactly have you been thinkin’ about?"

you can’t hold it in anymore. you need him—need the weight of his body, the feel of him close to you. you lean forward into his space, your body practically magnetized to his. his chest is warm under your palm, his body so solid, so real. your breath catches in your throat as you look at him.

“i’ve wanted this… you… for so long.” you whisper the words, and they hang in the air as you look at him.

A slight grin spreads across luigi’s face, his gaze softening as he leans in closer. 

"should've told me," he murmurs, his breath hot against your skin. "i've been wanting you too. been thinking about it every single day."

"show me," you breathe, barely audible.

that's all it takes. luigi closes the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. his hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. you respond eagerly, your fingers tangling in his soft curls, your body pressing against his. 

the kiss is everything you've imagined and more - passionate, desperate, filled with months of pent-up longing.

Luigi's hands roam your body. he breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he gently pushes you back onto the bed. you gasp as he finds a sensitive spot, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"god, you're so cute," he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "i've wanted to do this for so long."

you pull him back up for another searing kiss, reveling in the weight of his body on top of yours. your hands slip under his shirt, exploring the taut muscles of his back. luigi groans into your mouth, grinding his hips against yours.

“fuck, we could’ve been doing this all summer.” he says, breaking the kiss.

you can't help but smile against his lips at that thought. "well," you whisper, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, "we'll just have to make up for lost time."

he chuckles softly as he captures your lips once more. his hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him. you gasp at the contact, feeling him pressing against you.

"this okay?" he murmurs, his lips trailing along your jawline.

"more than okay," you breathe , arching into his touch. "please, luigi. i need you."

he doesn't need to be told twice. with deft fingers, he begins unbuttoning your shirt, his lips following the path of newly exposed skin. you shiver under his ministrations, your own hands fumbling with the hem of his, lifting it and running your hands across his body, feeling his abs and the broad expanse of his chest.

“like what you see?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“shut up,” you say, giggling.

you can't stop the quiet moan that escapes your lips as his bare skin presses against yours. he kisses you again, his hands making quick work of your jeans. your hands slide down his chest, pausing briefly at the waistband of his shorts, before slipping them down and taking his thick cock in your hand. he groans as you stroke him, his hips rocking into your hand.

"you're driving me fuckin’ crazy," he murmurs, nipping at your bottom lip.

"that's the point," you reply, a breathless laugh escaping you.

“you’re so good at this,”

“just for you, lu” you say, chuckling softly

"you look so fuckin' beautiful right now" he says, his voice low and husky.

he helps you out of your pants, his hands tracing the curve of your hips, the dip of your waist, the swell of your breasts. your body melts under his touch, heat pooling between your thighs. you've never wanted anyone more than this. 

he presses his fingers into the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs, spreading them apart as his lips move down to your collarbone.

your breath catches as his fingers tease the edge of your panties, slipping underneath and brushing against your clit. he chuckles against your skin as he feels how wet you are.

"mmm, someone's eager," he says, his voice laced with amusement.

you bite back a whimper as he rubs slow circles against your clit his other hand cups your breast, his thumb teasing the peak of your nipple. you arch into his touch, desperate for more.

“looks like you’re just as worked up as i am,” you reply, grinning.

“you’re so tight around my fingers,” he says softly

"luigi, please," you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders. "i need you."

"patience, sweetheart." he says, moving down your body and placing his face between your thighs.

you can't help but groan in anticipation. he's so close, his breath hot against your skin. you can't wait any longer. you wrap your legs around his head, pulling him closer.

he doesn't hesitate. his tongue traces the length of your slit, circling your clit before plunging into you. you gasp as he licks and sucks at you, pleasure washing over your body. you writhe under his touch, his fingers moving just right as he brings you closer and closer to the edge.

"how's that feel?" he asks, pulling away slightly to look up at you.

"so fuckin' good," you groan, your fingers threading through his hair. "don't stop."

he continues, his tongue moving faster and harder, bringing you closer and closer to release. your thighs clench around his head, your hands grasping at his shoulders as the pressure builds. you can't hold on any longer. you come undone, your body shuddering with pleasure.

he holds you close, murmuring praise and reassurance as you come down from your high.

"you did so good for me," he says, kissing his way back up your body.

you lean in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. you reach for his cock again, stroking him slowly. he groans into your mouth, his hips rocking against your hand.

"fuck, sweetheart," he mutters, his hands gripping your waist.

"let me return the favor," you whisper, rolling him onto his back.

you run your hands along his bare thighs before taking him in your mouth, licking and sucking his length. he groans, his hands fisting in the sheets. you can't get enough of him, his taste, the way he feels against your tongue. you want to give him everything he's given you, bring him the same pleasure he's brought you.

"pretty girl," he murmurs, his eyes heavy-lidded with lust.

you continue working his length, taking him deeper, until he hits the back of your throat. he moans, his hands moving to your hair.

"jesus, you're amazing," he groans, his hips bucking slightly. "just like that."

you move faster, feeling his control start to slip. his grip tightens on your hair, his hips thrusting harder. you can tell he's close, and you double down, working him with your mouth and hand until he's shuddering, spilling into your mouth.

you swallow, looking up at him through your lashes. he's panting, his eyes dark as he gazes down at you.

"y'know how many times i've thought about you goin' down on me like that?” he asks, breathlessly chuckling.

you smile, licking your lips. "as many times as i've thought about it, probably."

he pulls you back up to his mouth, kissing you deeply. you lose yourself in the feeling of his lips, his tongue, the way his hands roam your body. he rolls you over, his weight pressing you into the mattress. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more.

his cock hardens against you, pressing against your inner thigh. you gasp, breaking the kiss

"you have no idea how much i've fuckin' wanted this" you say softly.

he kisses down your neck, his lips trailing across your collarbone. his hand slides between your legs, his fingers brushing against your dripping entrance.

“oh, i think i’ve got a pretty good idea,” he teases, his eyes fixed on the mess you’re making on his fingers.

"you’re so wet for me," he whispers, pushing a finger into you.

"i've been thinking about this since the moment i met you," you moan, arching against him.

"tell me how much you've wanted me," he says, adding another finger.

"so much, luigi," you gasp, his fingers moving faster.

"you've got me now." he says, his thumb rubbing slow circles against your clit.

the pleasure builds quickly, the sensation of his fingers inside you coupled with the friction of his thumb is enough to send you over the edge. you finish with a soft moan, your body trembling as he works you through it.

he's relentless, his fingers continuing their ministrations even as you come down from your orgasm. he presses his lips to yours, his tongue parting your lips, his breath hot on your skin.

"i wanna feel you," you moan, desperate for more.

"tell me how bad."

"bad," you pant, gripping his arm.

"hm? how bad, sweetheart?" he teases, a grin spreading across his face.

"so fucking bad," you groan, feeling him push into you.

he fills you completely, stretching you in the most delicious way. you cry out, the feeling almost too much to bear. he starts to move, slowly at first, then faster, his hips snapping against yours. you match his pace, your nails digging into his skin as he fucks you hard.

"that's it, baby, just like that," he groans, his hands gripping your hips.

your thighs shake as he pounds into you, pleasure building with every thrust. you cling to him, your fingers tangling in his curls, holding him close. he buries his face in your neck, his breath hot on your skin.

“you’re being so rough,” you whine.

“i know, sweetheart, i know” he coos

“you fuckin’ wanted this though, you gotta take it,” he says, smiling against your skin

“it’s too much,” you gasp.

“i’m trying my best to be gentle, baby,” he says, chuckling softly.

his pace is relentless as his hips slam against yours, your grip on his shoulders driving him insane as he fucks deep into you.

“i can’t take it, lu” you cry.

“you asked for this. shut the fuck up and take it,” he grunts. clearly he’s abandoned any intentions of being gentle with you.

"you're so fuckin’ tight around me, sweetheart" he whispers softly, grabbing your hand to hold it, interlocking his fingers with yours.

"you feel even better than i'd imagined" he says, his voice rough and low. you moan in response, unable to form words as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

"that's it," he groans, his hips bucking into yours. "cum for me."

you don't last long after that. you cry out, the sound muffled by his shoulder as you shudder, your orgasm hitting hard and fast. luigi's not far behind, his thrusts becoming erratic before he collapses on top of you.

he presses his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

you smile, tracing patterns on his back as he catches his breath. he looks down at you, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"was that worth the wait?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

you laugh, leaning up for a kiss. 

"we've still got all night, sweetheart," he murmurs, kissing you deeply.

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a/n; am i back in my hsr fic era or do i just miss platonic fics with my faves?

[platonic] [gender neutral] [child! reader] [ooc sunday?]

when sunday first met you, it was dismissive. not in a rude way. but in the way that would leave you a little confused. he wasn't being mean. he was actually pretty nice. well, more civil than nice.

the first few weeks of staying on the express and meeting you, the resident child of the express, it left him a little hesitant to get to know you.

he wasn't scared of you necessarily. he was scared of how much he saw robin in you.

young, bright, lovely. sure, most of that came with being a kid, but he couldn't help himself. even if he said goodbye to her, it didn't mean his thoughts about his sister would just disappear. that was his family.

there wasn't a day that went by where he wondered about what could've been.

and now he's here. with a sweet kid to look over.

you were persistent, that much he knows.

he watches when you beg for dan heng to let you stay in his room so he reads you a story for bedtime. how you tug and drag the trailblazer's coat in hopes of having a fun bath time in their new bathroom in the party car area. when you try to ask march to let you take a photo in any new environment when the express stops.

you look up at sunday with an impossibly bright grin. a child robin flashes in his eyes before blinking again and seeing you.

you sit by a couch that he stood next to as you ramble on and on about your little found family on the express. you talk about how cool it is to have him around and his wings flutter as he was flustered. children had an honesty to them. an unfiltered honesty that could either be really good or really bad.

and it seems like you were on the good side of things, having learning from himeko and welt about being honest in the right way. though you were still learning to grasp some human nature.

sunday can relate to that in a way. he felt like he was relearning to look at everything differently. he was seeing the galaxy anew and you were as well.

you take a soft cushioned seat next to him with your clockie plush in hand. "do you know how long you're staying, mr. sunday?"

he chuckles at your honorifics towards him and your little clockie plush, "you don't need to call me mister. i think i'm too young for that..." his wing flutters as he speaks, smoothly dodging your question. "you can call me sunday."

"hm.. well, you didn't answer my question, mr. sunday!" he lets out a gentle huff of amusement at your insistence.

"i'm not really sure, little one. why do you wonder?"

"because i think you'd be a really cool big brother to have around!"

he freezes at your words before softening, "i don't know if i'm a very good brother to have.." he said, his voice feather soft and laced with an underlying regret.

"is it because of miss robin?" you look up at him and he see robin again before glancing away.

"something like that, yes." and the conversation halts for a moment as you look out at the window, the galaxy of stars decorate the cold black space before you look at sunday again. his smile is wistful but accepting.

"if i can't call you mr. sunday.." you started. "then, can i call you big brother?"

he pauses, his wings ruffle and lower at your words. but he answers, "maybe not today, but someday."

and instead of seeing robin's bright smile, he sees your own. he's sure that you and robin got along very well in the limited time you've met each other.

[stellamarielu]

hi! can i request a declan x reader fic where they’re co-workers and they’re very attracted to each other but wouldn’t admit it (because of maud, because she’s younger, etc.) they have a heated argument at work that turns into a kiss and they’re forced to confront their feelings? thank you!!! i’ve been obsessed with your writing

back to the office

declan o'hara x female reader

summary: an argument with declan leads to a confession of feelings, amongst other things…

content: cursing, jealousy, a bit of angst, a steamy car makeout sesh

author’s note: i’ve had this idea in my head for a while so thank you anon for the perfectly timed request! also sorry for writing so much jealous!declan i can’t help myself

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you were sat in the passenger seat of declan’s car. the cramped space and awkward tension had you wanting to curl up and disappear.

you were on your way back to the office after a little field trip to watch a polo match.

but, this wasn’t just a fun outing. it was for work.

venturer had been pushing hard to get polo televised on their network but they just couldn’t secure a contract with the local club– rupert’s club.

it was absolutely maddening how hard to get they were playing.

rupert was fuming after the second obnoxiously fancy dinner proposal ended in a “i’m not quite sure this will be a good fit old pal” from the head of the club.

he was determined to get the sport on his station, and after the second embarrassing rejection; he birthed a brilliant scheme.

ready to put his plan into action, he waltzed right into your office the very next day– well declan’s office.

being that venturer was so new and space was limited you had your own little makeshift workspace in the room that once completely belonged to declan. though, he didn’t mind sharing one bit; he rather enjoyed your company.

“i need you to join us at the polo match tomorrow.” rupert was all but demanding of you as he strolled into the room.

you knew him and declan were going to the club during lunch– you had declan’s schedule memorized; but why were you now invited?

“i don’t know anything about polo rupert.” the statement came out as more of a question.

“maybe not, but you’ve got something declan and I don’t, and i think it may help persuade our friends over at the rutshire polo club.”

he’s grinning from ear to ear as he speaks, his eyes carefully darting to your chest that was currently showing a bit too much underneath your button-up blouse.

you subtly adjust your posture so your cleavage isn’t so obvious.

“oh my god you can’t be serious.” you’re gawking at rupert and the notion that he wants you to join them purely for sex appeal.

“c’mon lots of young attractive single men on horses. you should be thanking me for the invite.” his tone is charming as always while he offers you a nudge on the shoulder.

“oh and wear something low cut.” he’s winking your direction and gliding out the door as his voice follows behind him.

you’re frozen in shock and amusement. a smile lingering on your face from the abrupt yet undeniably flattering exchange.

you went back to your work but caught a glimpse of declan first. his eyes trained on the doorway, brows furrowed and his jaw clenched.

that’s how you ended up in his car, letting him drive you to and from the polo club.

it was a successful trip.

after watching the match you declan, and rupert got to chat with a few of the members. you were sure to use your charisma and womanly assets to charm the whole lot.

it was almost as if they’d never seen a woman before. they were all eating out of your hand as you talked about the ins and outs of television programming.

you’d be remised not to mention how their stares politely lingered on the blush of your cheeks and the plunging neckline of your dress.

nonetheless rupert’s plan worked.

after one modestly flirty conversation with the head of the club where you promised to co-produce their matches, he was shaking hands with the three of you ready to do business.

rupert had stayed to share drinks in celebration, but you and declan had work to do, so you offered your pleasantries and the two of you piled into his car alone.

“i just can’t believe rupert had you do that.” declan’s voice was a little too loud for the confined space of the car as he spoke.

he was seemingly angry and impatient the whole afternoon. declan was usually so easy going and pleasant around you, his unusual demeanor today left you confused.

“does he not understand you have a serious job?”

he was focused on the road ahead of him as his grip tightened on the wheel.

“it’s okay declan, it was fun.” you were reassuring him with a gentle voice, hoping to calm him down a bit.

“fun? it’s fun having men degrade you like that?”

there was no mistaking the annoyance in his words.

you were too stunned to speak. declan had never spoken to you like this.

“i mean jesus, they were drooling all over you. doesn’t help that you decided to wear the worlds tiniest dress.”

he’s angry, he’s annoyed, he’s huffing and puffing and his words come out harsher than he intends.

“excuse me?” now you’re the one raising your voice.

“are you implying that just because my dress is a little revealing-“

your speaking but declan’s loud scoff cuts you off.

“a little revealing? darlin’ that thing leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.” he’s retorting back from the drivers seat, shooting you a snarky glare.

“have you stopped to think for one second that maybe i like the attention? maybe i like how powerful i am in my tiny little dress.” your mocking his words and crossing your arms over your chest, causing your breasts to spill out of your dress even further.

“also you’re right i do have a serious job and i’m really fucking good at it seeing as though i was able to do in one afternoon what you and rupert couldn’t do in weeks.”

your voice is calm now as you stand your ground against the man beside you.

“why do you care anyway declan? why does it bother you so much what other men think of me. you’re begginning to sound like an overprotective father.”

you’re poking and prodding at him with your words and his whole body is tense, you can sense it even from the other side of the car.

“i just think it’s ridiculous, the way they were gawking at you. it’s like all they could see you for was a pretty smile and a pair of tits.”

his voice was quiet now and a tender look of remorse washed over his face.

“i hope you know you’re so much more than that.” he looks in your direction and you can just barely catch the longing look in his eyes.

there’s the declan that you know– gentle and composed.

you had grown very fond of him over the short time you’ve spent together. sharing laughs and deep conversations in that small office of his. he was so different; so kind and respectful, so unlike the men you had been surrounded by today.

“were you jealous declan?” you can’t help but grin at the question falling from your lips.

you weren’t oblivious to declan’s equal interest in you. he tried to hide the secret glimpses he took of your body or the way he would sometimes stare too long when you spoke, getting lost in your eyes.

he wanted to play all high and mighty like he was better than those polo boys who couldn’t peel their eyes from your curves, but declan was just envious that he couldn’t be so obvious about his own attraction toward you.

he’d had enough. he was at his breaking point. he couldn’t sit around and pretend anymore; pretending like he didn’t have feelings for you, pretending that he didn’t think about you all of the the time, pretending that he didn’t want you.

with one quick maneuver declan was pulling the car to the side of the empty country road and putting it in park.

“you know what, fine i’m jealous.”

he takes his hands off the wheel and turns his body to face yours.

“i’m jealous of all those young men lined up for your attention.”

he’s staring intently as he speaks to you, his voice unwavering.

“i’m extremely jealous that they’re all half my age and you could have your pick at any one of em.”

his deep feelings for you are flooding his gaze and you’re entranced by the affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

"I'm jealous because I want what I can't have."

“is that what you want to hear?” he raises his brows at you and finally his mouth shuts, falling into a straight line.

you look at him. sitting in defeat after his confession, completely at your mercy.

you want to kiss the insecurities right off his lips. and so you do.

as soon as you're grabbing at his shirt collar to pull him closer, his hands are on your face doing the same.

your lips find each other in a needy embrace and the feel of him immediately clouds your brain.

his hands are gentle as they cup your cheeks but the movement of his lips on yours is desperate and hungry. he’s kissing you like he’s been deprived of your taste.

you’re meeting his energy with an equally aggressive and passionate response, intertwining your fingers in his hair.

your action illicits a soft groan from his lips, deepening the kiss.

he’s gliding his tongue over the threshold of your lips and you can feel your torso melting into him, molding to his touch.

the connection between you is sweltering and intense. it’s consuming every part of you and all you want to do is move the heated exchange to the backseat of the car where there’s slightly more room.

all the while, declan’s hold remains on your face– tender and innocent. he wants nothing more than to explore the curve of your body with his hands and trail his lips down your neck to your overly exposed chest, but he doesn’t.

it takes every ounce of composure in his body, but declan is determined to stay true to himself. to be respectful and civil. to show you he’s not like the other men in this town. to show you that his interest in you goes far beyond lust.

at least he’s trying his best to be chivalrous, but the way you’re pulling on his hair has him second guessing his own intentions.

he’s about ready to give in and take you in the backseat of his car when a prolonged honk causes him to jump back to his position at the wheel.

a truck was passing and laying on their horn, surely annoyed by the placement of declan’s car on the side of the road.

both of you had assumed your spots in your respective seats, breathing heavily from the passionate kiss and the sudden fright from the loud noise.

"back to the office then?"

declan's words are rushed as he puts his car back in drive. he's looking straight ahead but you can see the satisfied grin on his lips.

you let your head fall back on your seat, unable to wipe the dopey smile off your face.

there was plenty of time ahead of you to discuss what just happened. for now all you want to do is watch the english countryside passing by your window and feel the touch of declan's lips still lingering on yours.

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[illbegottenfaith]

unadulterated loathing (a what is this feeling inspired fic)

yours and theo's feelings for each other evoke a deeply visceral physical reaction in both of you, for which there can be only one explanation (theo nott x reader)

a/n - had this idea ever since I watched wicked and so I whipped smth light and fun up prettyyy quickly (I think this is the fastest I've ever writtena fic? then again it is on the shorter side) enjoyyy :)) p.s. im quite behind on my notifs etc cuz of college so if i havent responded to anything pls know its an accident!

tropes/warnings - enemies to lovers, quips/banter, fluff, mentions of injury

word count - 1.3k

taglist - @hzdhrtss @justaproudperson

"I'm afraid the rumours are true," you were saying to Penelope Skeeter, a budding journalist eager to follow in her aunt's footsteps. "Theodore Nott was just so taken by my looks this morning that he promptly passed out in the Hogwarts library, poor thing. The whole school is bereft, naturally, but Madam Pomfrey herself expects him to make a full recovery."

You paused as her reedy-looking assistant snapped a picture, putting on a breezy, winning smile with just a hint of oh-silly-me-for-putting-one-of-Slytherin's-star-Quidditch-players-in-the-Hospital-Wing-but-also-who-could-blame-this-pretty-face.

"You could say I, quite literally, stole his breath."

Your impromptu interview came to a crashing halt as a strained groan sounded from the hospital bed a short distance away. The three of you glanced over to see that Theo had woken up and was now very much alive and kicking.

"Oh," you said, abandoning that affected, simpering tone for one with a noticeable trace of disdain. You thought you'd have more time. "You're up."

"Lies," Theo rasped breathlessly, with all the menace of a kitten swaddled in a blanket, eyes darting mistrustfully between you and Penelope. "Liar."

You tilted your head, your expression as displeased as it always was when it came to Theo. "Aren't you supposed to be dizzy or something?"

"Don't listen to anything she says, especially if it's about me. Strike that all - hang on - "

You watched him flail uselessly in his attempts to sit up, unimpressed.

"I don't think you hit your head hard enough."

"Shut up," Theo wheezed under the stifling weight of the warm compresses laid across his chest, "and get out."

You pouted exaggeratedly. "But you're sickly, sweetheart."

His already pale face blanched at the pet name. "Out. Out!"

For as long as you could remember, you had never gotten along with Theodore Nott. Anything he said, you'd feel compelled to disagree with, and anything you did, he felt compelled to sneer at. The adverse physical symptoms that presented themselves within each other's proximity certainly didn't seem to help matters. One way or another, sparks were bound to fly if the two of you were in the same room.

"It's - it's her - " Theo had spat out at The Three Broomsticks on a Hogsmeade trip in your third year. "She's doing this to me and she's doing it on purpose."

Mattheo had creased his forehead.

"Like a...like a hex?"

"No," Theo had said, distractedly scratching the hive that had appeared on the back of his hand. "It's worse than a hex. My pulse is rushing, my head is reeling, my face is flushing..."

"...oh," Mattheo had said, realisation dawning upon him. "I get it. It's lo-"

"That's it, Mattheo." Theo had interjected. "You're absolutely right."

"I am?"

"Yes, exactly. Loathing is what this is. Loathing." He had swivelled around, hatefully fixing his gaze on where you were laughing over some undoubtedly inane subject matter over butterbeer with your friends. "Unadulterated loathing."

Mattheo had rolled his eyes over Theo's dramatics.

That was years ago. Now, the butterbeer was gone and the inane subject matter was long forgotten, but the two of you were still too abrasive to get along. It was as though you couldn't help but rub each other the wrong way, the way you brought out the worst in each other. The detestation that everyone had hoped you would grow out of seemed to have grown with you, with petty jabs and insults and below-the-belt undermining becoming a regular occurrence between the two of you.

Today was no different. You were spending your morning free period studying at the library with your friends, roaming the bookshelves for anything that could help you with your Defence Against the Dark Arts essay. You'd turned the corner of the aisle, a heavy tome in hand, only to find Theodore blocking your path, his long fingers leisurely tracing the spine of a book like he had all the time in the world.

"Figures," you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for him to hear. "Of all the dark, damp corners in the castle, you'd turn up in this one. Like a bad penny."

Theo's gaze flicked up to meet yours, his expression impassive save for the slight lift of his brow. "Charming as ever, I see," he drawled in his low voice, carrying that familiar bite. "I didn't realise the library was off-limits to people with half a brain."

You narrowed your eyes, stepping closer despite yourself. "Don’t flatter yourself, Nott. If brains were currency, you'd be bankrupt."

His lips twitched, and for a moment, you swore he was fighting back a smirk.

"And yet, here I am, managing just fine without the constant headache of your presence. Speaking of which—" he gestured vaguely at the aisle, "—you’re in my way."

There it was - that repulsive, three-sizes-too-big ego of his. Really, it was a wonder how he managed to fit that swollen head of his through the castle doors.

"I'm in your way?" you repeated incredulously. "You do realise the universe doesn't actually revolve around you, right?"

He quirked an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me," he said smoothly, effortlessly plucking your book out of your slack grip. "You always seem to be in my orbit."

You peered up at Theo from beneath your eyelashes. You tilted your head, your lips curling into an insidious, self-satisfied smile that Theo didn't quite understand.

"Please. You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."

Theo felt a pang in his chest. His pulse stuttered and there was this nauseating feeling in his stomach. His vision swam, and it was all a bit blurry after that. The next thing he knew, there was an awful lot of shrieking coming from the crowd standing over him. Over him? His hand twitched. The hand that was on the very same rock-hard floor he was lying on. When did he get down here?

He groaned softly as the voices around him grew louder. There was this awful pounding rattling his skull. With considerable difficulty, he cracked an eye open, trying to get a sense of his bearings. Some of the silhouettes seemed vaguely familiar. He could recognise some voices - his friends must have found him. Those looked like Mattheo's shoelaces right next to his face.

And in the middle of it all was you, ashen face with a panic-stricken expression, with a vice-like grip on his forearms.

And then everything went black again.

Madam Pomfrey had come along just then, shooing Penelope and her photographer away. You weren't quite as lucky in your attempt to slip out with them. So now here you were, stoically holding Theo's hand in your slightly clammy palm at his bedside while she checked him over.

She hadn't told you to hold his hand. Theo decided he'd pull away in a minute. Maybe two.

He cleared his throat ineffectively, dry from a lack of water. You glanced at him.

"Admit it. You were terrified for a minute there."

You pressed your lips into a thin line like you were holding back a smile, trying to give the impression of watching Madam Pomfrey.

"You wish," you mumbled out of the corner of your mouth.

Still, he didn't miss the way you squeezed his hand as part of you relaxed in what seemed like relief.

"I know."

You dragged your gaze back to him, shaking your head somewhat affectionately as you took in the colour returning to his cheeks.

"I see you're feeling better already."

"Something about you gets my blood pumping."

Madam Pomfrey stepped away for a moment, leaving the two of you alone behind the screen. You leaned in until your noses were almost touching.

"Are you saying I make your heart race, Nott?"

This close, he can see the faint freckles scattered across your nose, the way your lashes brush your cheeks when you blink, and the flicker of mischief in your eyes. And for the first time in all the years he's known you, he admits to himself that perhaps you might be more than a little easy on the eyes. Especially his eyes.

"Sure," he says quietly, his gaze almost lovingly lingering over every blemish along your nose. "Let's go with that."

[rafegetinmybed]

First Non Rec Fic

Alone Again

cw: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie?, lmk if there's anything else idk about

background: you and rafe cameron had a fling last summer but it came to and end when you started school again. now its summer again and your having a sleepover with your best friend sarah cameron

you and sarah were in the kitchen baking cookies for your movie night when she realized you guys didn't have any more popcorn or your favorite drinks.

"hey i'm gonna go get some popcorn from the store real quick k y/n?" she asked, grabbing her keys.

"okay sarah, i'll take out the cookies when they're done." you answered back, knowing she didn't invite you because you would've said no anyway.

sarah left and you leaned forward against the kitchen counter, scrolling on your phone as rafe entered the kitchen. you guys didn't end on bad terms but it was definitely awkward on your side because of the feelings you still had for him.

"hey rafe" you said, not looking up from your phone but knowing it was him because he was the only other person at tannyhill tonight.

"hey princess" he replied, a smirk creeping up the corners of his lips. he knew that was your favorite nickname from him and that it would definitely catch your attention.

you looked up from your phone at him, a gentle blush heating up your cheeks when you saw him standing in front of you shirtless. he grinned as he watched you get all nervous, catching you not so subtly looking at his muscles.

"princess? been a while since i've heard that one." you stated, rolling your eyes and trying to hide the longing for him.

"well its been a while since you've been around y/n" he rebutted, grabbing a beer out of the fridge.

"been busy" you replied, shrugging and looking back down at your phone.

rafe walked closer to you, "busy with what? boys?" he questioned just low enough for you to hear as his lips brushed past your ear. you were now facing towards him and his hands were on the counter on either side of you, pinning you in.

"why? jealous rafey?" you asked teasingly, trying to hide the blush creeping onto your cheeks again.

"of anyone who gets to see THAT body," he said looking you up and down with lustful eyes, "always." he whispered into your ear, lowering his face to kiss your neck.

"rafe-" you breathed out barely holding back a moan.

"come on y/n, don't tell me you haven't missed me. i definitely missed you" he said moving one hand off the counter and onto your waist, pulling you into him. he kissed your neck again, moving up to that sweet spot just under your ear, your jaw and then finally capturing your lips in a longing kiss.

"of course i missed you rafe, i never even wanted to break up" you said, pulling away from the kiss just long enough to get it out before meeting your lips to his once again.

he pulled you up with ease so you were now sitting on the kitchen counter, legs wrapped around his waist and his arms around yours. your hands tangled in his hair as the kiss deepened, his tongue slipping its way into your mouth.

he gently broke off the kiss, lips moving to your neck to leave small marks you knew you'd have to explain to Sarah when she got back but you didn't care. one of his hands slipped from your waist down to grip your ass, pulling you in closer if even possible the other hand sliding up your thigh.

"r-rafe, wait," you stuttered out. he pulled back immediately, "what y/n is everything okay? did I do something?" he asked worriedly, looking at you. "no you're perfect just we can't do this right here" you said motioning to the kitchen counter. "yeah yeah right" he replied, shaking his head and backing up to let you get down. "one more thing" you muttered, walking over to get the cookies out of the oven and setting them down to cool on the counter. "okay now i'm ready" you grinned and he sweeper you up, carrying you up the stairs and into his room.

He laid you down on the bed climbing on top of you and peppering kisses all along your neck and jaw as one of his hands worked to get off his belt. You reached down to help him get off his own pants and yours and he released his lips from your neck just long enough to get both of your shirts off.

pulling you into a passionate kiss his tongue slid past your lips needing to taste you and his hand slid under you to unclassified your bra, he took it off and threw it to the floor with the rest of the clothes. You fidgeted clumsily with his boxers to get them off his hard on springing up to hit his toned abs and he slid off your lacy panties.

He reached down to grip his length in his hands and teased your slick folds with his tip that was already dripping precum. "this wet for me princess?" he smirked down at you "i knew you missed me" he groaned into your ear as he pushed some of his length into you with no warning.

"F-fuck rafe oh my-" you moaned out at the sudden feeling of his thick cock stretching you out. He continued to thrust into you slowly, bottoming out, and remaining still for a few seconds to let you adjust to him. "Damn baby, you're tighter than before. Really must not be getting any good dick" he mutters against your skin.

"Shit rafe," you gasped as he started to pull out and thrust into you slowly picking up speed "I've missed the way you fill me up". he groans and kisses you "keep talking like that and I might just give you a baby y/n" he manages in between moans and kisses. You moan his name loudly as he increases his speed even more, hitting that sweet spot inside of you.

"mm rafe please," you practically whisper barely able to speak from how much pleasure your in "I'm on the pill". He reaches a hand down to rub tight circles over your clit as he pounds into you. "Fuck y/n I'm so close" he groans, thrust growing slipped as he plants messy kisses along your jaw. you moan loudly "r-rafe me too" you push out as your hips buck up to meet his thrusts, deepening both of the two of yous pleasure.

Hes now thrusting into you full force, hitting your cervix with each thrust and you both are moaning messes. You both reach your high in sync and continue to ride out your highs neither of you wanting the feeling to end but knowing there isn't time for a second round today. "Damn princess, I missed you so much" he mumbles, pulling out of you and planting a kiss on your forehead. "I missed you too rafey" you whisper back.

He gets up and throws back on his boxers handing you your shorts to put back on but his shirt instead. "Not gonna be able to resist if you put that tight little top back on". You laugh and pull his shirt over your head, the two of you walking back into the kitchen just as Sarah opened the front door. She looked you up and down noticing the little marks on your neck and her brothers shirt on your body. "really y/n? gross." She rolled her eyes, teasing you but smiling.

Rafe kissed your cheek and went back upstairs. "Sorry?" You offered up blushing slightly and giggling at sarah. "Don't be," she laughed along with you "if you're happy I'm happy"

A/N: finally finished this hope y'all enjoy @rafeysbangs

[yadchi-i-guess]

Nori having a taste for oil was no surprise to Khan. A taste for his oil? Not surprising either. She was his wife, after all. A taste for his oil when she's low on hers? Little more unsettling... but that's still his wife, right?

Fic inspired by this post from @sicksucculentz, fic title from the lyrics of "Control" by Halsey, extra help from @electronix-arts.

Word count: 3,812

Also available on Ao3 here!

"Right there... easy, easy... and stop! Righty-o, lemme weld this bad boy in place..."

Khan clambered up his ladder, welding torch in calloused hand, and he set about reinforcing door two with a thick sheet of iron. Sparks grazed his face like bullets, peppering his arms with small pricks of heat. He vaguely wondered if it was what Nori felt if she stood in the sun (but turned up to 11).

"Brilliant idea of Nori’s, hm?" Khan heard Makrov say to Braxton. His hand nearly slipped as he heard his wife’s name being uttered... or perhaps it was from his bad grip on the torch."

I'll say," the latter replied. "Them murder drones nearly got through this door a month ago. I'm fairly certain if they went for it again without reinforcement, their claws would've shredded it..."

Khan readjusted his grip, steadying it successfully but struggling to hold it down to the metal. He grit his teeth and felt mysteriously programmed sweat trickling down his face. A small line of text in the corner of his vision read:

HIGH TEMP. REDUCE ACTIVITY LEVEL.

Fortunately, it came up right as he finished fixing the metal to the door."

Well, don't have to worry about that anymore," the WDF leader said breathlessly as he slid down the ladder. "Woof... forgot how much strain welding puts on this old man."

"You good, sir?" Makrov asked, putting the back of his hand against Khan's digitally wrinkled forehead. "You're running a bit hot."

"I'm fine, Makarov," Khan said with a chuckle. "But if my wife was in earshot, you would have your arm severed at best."

"She's pretty, I'd let her do that."

"Hey now, tone it down a little, heh... I know she's a catch, but she's claimed me as her own."

Makrov rolled his optics playfully, muttering something in Russian before turning to Todd, who seemed to be doing something wrong with the wiring; however, that was the least of Khan's concerns when he heard his phone buzzing a storm in his pocket.

Nori: dude where ru??? Thought u said fixing that door would take half an hour at most

Khan: I thought it would. Sorry... we ran into a spot of trouble with finding a welding torch.

Nori: hurry home im booooooooooored

Khan huffed and stuck his phone back in his pocket. He gave a nod to his three cronies as he turned to leave.

"You boys got it from here, yeah?" He said to them as he clicked his tongue. "Wife’s been waiting for me to return home since yesterday."

"O-oh! Well, don't let us keep you waitin' on your kooky beloved," Todd said with a grin. "Later boss!"

"Careful Todd, she might've come and de-limbed you if you said that to her face," Makrov said seriously.

The group behind Khan arose in snorts and giggles, most of which were directed at his murderous wife. He didn't mind. He was used to their playful jeering and pokes of fun at Nori... it mattered about as much as her strange witchy powers: Just a mere obstacle in the way of his unrequited love for her.

Robo-god, just thinking about her was enough to make him a bit dizzy. The way she flustered every time he make an attempt to show affection, whether a tender word or a hand stroking the back of her head. The way she obsessed over her drawing and nonsensical scribbles... shoving them in his face and getting a wide, childish grin on her face when he told her he wanted to know more...

Oh and those fangs.

When Nori let her lips peel back and show every centimeter of those monstrous chompers... he couldn't help but be helplessly enamored by every angle of those glistening, snow-white (and just as blackened) teeth. They were made to bite something, to let Nori sink them into flesh without a second thought...

Khan did find it somewhat odd that she'd always cover her mouth if she caught him staring at her fangs. He wasn't sure why, exactly... perhaps it was an insecurity of hers. He was familiar with those; it took him weeks to convince her that he liked her wings and tail after he accidentally caught her sleeping upside down like those bat creatures humans wrote about in books.

He shrugged to himself and quickened his pace, realizing only now that he really wanted to be with his wife.

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CRUNCH!

The empty corpse that had become Nori’s latest chew toy groaned as its metal structure collapsed under the raw power of her jaw shutting close around it. Her tongue snaked forward, licking the cruor caked on the interior of the outer shell. It came back almost completely empty handed. She groaned, biting down and gnawing at the metal a few more times before yanking a chunk free from the torso.

The metal served as little sustenance for her overheating body. It was food, yes... but metal couldn't extinguish the blazing fire in her stomach.

She'd had much worse instances of being low on oil than this, thankfully... the problem began when her scent receptors became so fine-tuned to the reek of oil that it basically made her a bloodhound for the stuff. Unfortunately, her entire home contained traces of oil everywhere.

She knew it was getting worse when her wings scrabbled and twitched in her back casing. She hissed at it, scratching her back and picking open old scabs.

"Rrrgh... c-cut it out..." she whimpered. "I'll get oil in a bit..."

To be fair, it was probably her fault for not being aware of when she needed more oil. The stuff was getting scarce in a bunker warding off sky demons as people tended to die left and right. Sometimes she could venture outside and vulture off of nearby carcasses the demons left behind.

No time for that now, when her absolute hunk of a husband was coming home imminently.

But almost as if her mind had snapped it into existence, the scent of oil reached her scent receptors... that heavenly smell of the gods that could satisfy her monstrous thirst.

Nori giggled a little, hating herself for doing it as she walked over to the door to go find who had let the restless ravager crawling under her skin take the bait of its next meal.

Oil had a very general but alluring scent... sweet like honey to a bear and addictive like magnesium. But when existing as the lifeblood of a drone, they'd give it extra, unique scents... as Nori approached the door, she smelled more sweet things... gooey marshmallow... the strange but delectable taste of white chocolate.

Then it slamned her right in the face. Both the door and a realization.

"O-Oh robo-god, sorry," Khan stammered, kneeling down to help her up. "I was just excited to see you - you good, Nori?"

She rubbed the spot on her face where the glass had shattered but was reforming against her will, then she looked up.

Why the hell did I tell him to come home?!?! The rapidly declining rational part of Nori’s CPU screamed.

"I-I'm fine, idiot," Nori said shakily, not fighting off Khan giving her a kiss on the cheek. He was so close... so close to the alligator snapping turtle that would lunge at his face for a greedy bite of food.

Bite him... bite him. You know you want to.

Her lips parted shakily, taking her jaw with them and poised to sink into Khan's right cheek... just as he pulled away. She forced a hand over her mouth (which felt like it was locked open) and bit on part of her glove's finger, hoping the demons would cease.

"You good, amethyst...?" Khan asked, tilting his head.

"Y-yeah, you know I don't like you looking at my teeth!" Nori invented, hoping he didn't pick up on the saliva staining her glove.

"Aw hon... you know I don't mind em at all."

Nori shut her eyes as a brilliant violet blush adorned her facescreen, which got a chuckle out of her husband. She hated that he loved it, mostly because of how easily she got flustered by the hunk...

"Ugh! Just fricking bite me!" she spat as she looked up into his pure white eyes... so unknowing of the monster on the brink of insanity standing in front of him... his pungent body a feast to a solver drone... he looked so... good...

Do it do it do it do it to him bite him bite him bite hi-

"Heh... maybe some other time, I'm beat," Khan replied. "However... I'd be up for a go on that boss level of Astro Bot, yeah?"

"H-huh?" Nori stammered. "O-oh yeah. You can totally kick that gorilla's butt today. I-if you want."

She watched him walk off towards the couch to play said game, then delivered a sharp slap to her face, livid with herself.

The amount of things wrong with her was near incomprehensible... the demon housed inside her, forced to be her roommate thanks to those humans, felt bigger than her body. It ached to be free and lure her into maiming Khan like a hungry fiend for a meal.

Demons didn't understand love... it didn't understand she loved the man with all her meaty core. It only understood the need to satisfy bloodlust. She couldn't leave him to go find some food... it'd take too long and she'd come back covered in carnage. Surely he'd know something was wrong.

Maybe she could stave the hunger off for an hour or so while she watched him play... couldn't be that bad.

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Nope. It was that bad.

Nori had been watching Khan struggle with the game's first boss for 25 minutes (when she could've pummeled it in two), and due to his growing exhaustion, the odor that his SWEET, MOUTHWATERING oil was giving off had nothing better to do other than maliciously taunt her.

It was right there... driving her insane, waiting smugly for her to strike and lose her mind at it. But she couldn't give in. If she did, who knows what kind of condition her Khan would be in once she regained sense? If he was even there at all?

It wasn't helping that the more she stared at him, the less he looked familiar and recognizable as friend over foe or prey. Nori leaned a little closer, testing the waters ever so cautiously, her eyes reverting to a more feral expression as overheating warnings cycled through on her HUD.

Just a little nip, just a little bite... bite him bite himbitehimbitehim-

Oh, now he was leaning on her. How on Copper-9 could she pull away?? And the reek was so much stronger... so much sweeter... she needed it... needed to crack him open like a can of soda and let his insides gush into her mouth-

"Rrrrrgh... c'mon, I'm RIGHT there at the end, and this thing has the audacity to knock me off the platform?!" Khan grumbled, lightly bonking his head on Nori’s to cheer himself up.

"O-oh... w-well yo-ou can let m-me t-try...?" Nori added, her voice strained from wanting to elicit growls and giggles.

BitehimbitehimbitehimbiteHIMBITEHIMBITEHIM-

"Nah... I'm gonna get it this time!" Khan said with reinvigorated determination. "...say, you look like you wanna give me attention, amethyst.

"That got some sense wedged back in Nori’s head. Her eyes relented from their crazed, hungry beast look, and she sat up on her knees. Angered that she had resisted giving in, the demon made her fingers jittery and tap her knee caps.

"...w-whatcha mean?"

"Well... I just figured you'd like to give your old man a kiss."

...oh no, squeaked the last shreds of Nori’s sensibility.

He had said it. The thing that Nori was dreading would set the monster free. And push her into the backseat of her mind.

A giggle melded with the hint of a sob bubbled in her throat, her violet eyes wiped off to make space for the tri-pronged symbol. An unrefined form of death's X but arguably more dangerous, as it resided not within the visible enemy.

He leaned towards her, offering his cheek for a kiss, which she took all too gladly. Her bared fangs closed the gap between them and latched onto his flesh, puncturing it open. She heard a yell reach her audio receptors from somewhere, but that wasn't important.

What was important was that sweet ambrosia... it was hers. All hers to feast on!

Oil trickled out of the punctures like a dribble of saliva from a starving solver drone. She sucked on his cheek like a vampire bat. A twisted idea of a lover's kiss.

The screams faded in volume, but they wouldn't go away.She felt fingers firmly grasp her molars, but before she could chew them up into a snack, they frantically pried her fangs off of her catch. She snarled, unafraid of shoving teeth in her target's face, and only vaguely aware of the fleshy weight on her back.

BITEHIMBITEHIMHUNGRYBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIMBITEHIM-!

She listened to the demons, lunging forward again and hitting a jackpot. She had hit a spot with much more surface area.

More blood for the blood god.

Her jaw connected with her vampiric upper fangs, cooperating to rip off a piece of flesh. A stream of oil spurted in her face like a hose, earning a giggle of delight. She clamped down on the area again, taking whatever godly nectar was bleeding out of this diety and sucking it into the vacuum of her throat.

Why hadn't she bitten him earlier? What logical thought had restrained her for so long from his oil? Her mind, driven mad to the point of sadism made it taste even sweeter. She dug her claws a little further into his back and side, excited by the scent of more spots to sink her fangs into.

Nori's tongue flicked around on the deep bite marks, lapping up excess ambrosia that had trickled out of his shoulder. Even without her teeth hooked into his flesh, he seemed awfully still...

Too still, for her liking.

"Y-you done...?" A gravelly yet clear voice croaked.

It wiped the tri-pronged symbol off her face faster than any crucifix ever would.

She glanced up, holding onto whatever shred of denial as tightly as she held the man, praying it wasn't him that she preyed on.

Yet she couldn't mistake that tooth white glint in his concerned, pained eyes.

Nori wrenched her fangs out of Khan's shoulder with a shuddering cry, her tongue involuntarily licking at whatever stained her canines and incisors. Her panicked breath came short and sharp. Khan said something, but her mind was too overwhelmed with the fact she had bitten him- no, shredded his shoulder - to make his words coherent.

She could still see oil leaking out and staining his jacket. It tempted her like she hadn't had a sip in days. Khan's arm reached forward, baiting the demons to come out again. She slapped it away hastily. She didn't need more, she was fine...

She just wanted more.

"G-get AWAY from me!" Nori choked behind her hands, trying to choke out what she had swallowed.

"Nori... I-I'm OK..." Khan insisted. "J-just a little tired..."

No, he was more than tired. He was hurt, bleeding, nearing the brink of death from one wound his own monster of a wife inflicted.

She slapped his hand away, forcing distance between herself and what remained of his oil. The odor still reeked and wafted around her, trying to draw her back into biting him again. She blew it away by drawing her wings around herself and forcing her head down.

"Please..." Khan stuttered. "Stop. You're scaring me...-"

"And maybe I SHOULD!" Nori blurted, hoping her face for a soon regretted moment as she bared her fangs at Khan again.

Her core sank with his face as he relented, never having looked more pitiful.

The solver drone ignored the last of his pleas, and as she stumbled backwards to hide the monster in worker drone metal from her own love, she finally let the stupidly, STUPIDLY coded tears run down her face. Her choking resumed, hoping to undo what'd she done.

Biting him was fun, wasn't it 002? Heehehee... you should do it again sometime.

The mere thought brought both drool and sobs to her face as she compressed herself in a corner of the bathroom.

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Saying Khan was worried sick would be a disgusting understatement.

Though maybe not as disgusting as his injuries.

According to the medic drone, who immediately deicded by the impatient glare on Khan's face that he shouldn't ask too many questions, he had sustained life-threatening but repairable damage. His right cheek had deep incisions that nearly punctured the skin. Once the last of the oil had been cleared away, the wounds presented themselves as cluttered together and only needed a few bandages.

There was the more pressing matter of his shoulder, which was still letting out the occasional spurt of oil. Khan at this point felt too lightheaded to pay much attention to what the medic was saying. All he caught was the fact that whatever (or whoever) hurt him was lucky to have not torn into more wires.

One transfusion and patching later, and Khan's oil-deprived CPU began to wake up from its brief slumber. The images had burned into his optics... his wife, more crazed and unhinged then usual (which kinda explained why she was acting funny while he played Astro Bot), had sucked him almost dry of oil.

Well maybe not almost, but 30% oil is less than half, so close enough.

He'd never been too concerned about her thirst for oil... for one thing, she was pretty good about keeping it in check, so he never knew what she was like when she was hungry.

...well now that he thought about it, being bitten and allowed to live was kinda... hot.

He gave a blunt thanks to the medic, then hurried home once more, breaking into a jog moments after he was sure no one in the halls was watching him. Though his momentum diminished completely once he reached home.

Khan poked his head in slowly, praying Nori hadn't come out of her hiding spot and was in prime position to be spooked. Luckily, the only sign of her around was a faint, muffled singing from the bedroom.

"...nd I couldn't stand.. the person inside me, I turned all them mirrors around..."

The singing hushed immediately when a nahk nahk nahk interrupted the melody.

"...hey," Khan muttered softly. "Can I come in?"

There was an uncomfortably long silence, followed by a shaky whimper as the door clicked.

The WDF leader held back a wince as he entered. Nori, a utter mess in drone form, was crumpled up on the bed (the sheets were far beyond repair). Her fleshy, bat-like wings shielded her from the outside world, and her tail lashed at threats daring to come close, though it recoiled in fear as Khan walked by it. It snapped in warning, he ignored it.

"Nori?" He whispered. "Can I see my wife?"

"I-I'm not your wife," Nori spat, her tone spiked with agitation. "...I'm your freakshow."

"What makes you say that?"

"How bad is your memory? You act like I didn't just s-sink my teeth into y-your... y-"

"It's fine... I got all patched up. It's like nothing happened. I'm just a bit tired now."Nori moved one of her wings out of the way and pulled her headphones off, looking at Khan in angered disbelief.

"W-why..." she stammered, her voice cracking. "Why are you so damn calm about this...? I-I literally ripped apart your shoulder a-and your cheek and clawed your back... and I enjoyed it! And I WANT to bite you agai-"

"And I'd let you," Khan interjected calmly.

Blush crept up on Nori’s face like it had been stalking her, though disappeared the moment Khan noticed it. The latter sat on the small sliver of bed that his wife hadn't claimed with her wings.

He slipped his hand on the underside of her wing, thumbing the scratched, flesh-coated bone and letting his finger run down what he could reach. To his surprise, Nori sat up a little, letting him scoot in closer.

So he did, letting her wrap her arms around his waist and rest her head on his chest. It was heart-wrenching, seeing his cocky, weird wife cling like a child to the hope that, despite everything... it was her. And not a berserk monster masquerading as her.

"You should be scared of me," Nori sniffled.

"I'm not... you know that," Khan mumbled as he combed her hair with his fingers and ran them down her fleshed-out back.

"Tell me why."

"...Love, I'm OK with being hurt badly. I don't mind it... it's basically a necessity in the WDF. So when my beautiful, strangely hot wife feels a little bitey, I'd be a fool to stop her."

Khan held Nori’s face up to his own, brushing hair out her face with tender gentleness. Her lips parted, probably from awe, and he tried hard not to react as he saw her fangs.

Nori didn't seem to realize her mouth was open, allowing her husband to stare in awe at her teeth. They'd been licked clean several times over to wipe any linger of his oil, but it had the adverse effect of looking polished and new... able to prick a finger before the drone even feels the tip of the tooth.

"Robo-god..." Khan muttered breathlessly, grinning a little at the sight of his wife panicking inside. "You're gorgeous, Nori. I could never be scared of you. Not your fangs... not your wings or tail... not your robot-vampire tendencies..."

He hoisted her up a little by the armpits, bringing her audio processor and his mouth together. Her claws gripped his shoulders, just enough to brace herself.

"I love every part of you, amethyst." He whispered.

"...g-good robo-lord," Nori replied with a choked laugh, hiding tears of pure joy. "You're so sappy it makes you look stupid."

"Well I just think my wife deserves more love than she thinks. And then some."

Khan let himself be hugged a little tighter, leaning back as Nori nuzzled her head into the crook of his neck. Her body felt less tense than it had been in days, flinching only at the occasional massage of her back.

He then felt a little scratching at base of his neck. It made him raise his eyebrows for a moment, before he grinned almost as widely as his wife.

"Hey Nori...?"

"Mh...?"

"...What'd I taste like?"

For the next 15 minutes, Khan was refused an answer as Nori had curling up into a heated ball of embarrassment, inflicted by his charm sweet as his oil.

The end! <33333 Some extra things for extra context...

- Several lines of dialogue, as well as the title, come from the song "Control" by Halsey. This was also what Nori was listening to and singing.

- I have a headcanon that drones nickname their partners after beautiful things (like gemstones or flowers) associated with their optic colors. Khan calls Nori "Amethyst", and Nori would call him "Diamond" if she felt sappy.

- A few parts of the story were run by my friend electronix-arts on Tumblr (he's here too but under the name khori), then toned down because they didn't fit Khan.

- The knocking onomatopoeia is Khan's name backward. His name is LITERALLY a door pun. Creds to @mileymint for saying this.

I've considered doing a version with Yeva and her husband... it wouldn't be like this one, since I imagine he knows she's like a robo-vampire, but I'm open to your thoughts :]

[phoenixblaze1412]

Ermmmmm ya fav bow anon here askin again BUT since i knoww you like reca so much how about like a cute reca fic with both reca and the reader being enemies to lovers type stuff ( > 3<)

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It's not just me who likes reca<3 but here is your requestt

You had never hated anyone as much as you hated Mr. Reca.

The self-proclaimed “genius” director had a knack for pushing every button you had—smug, infuriating, and utterly relentless in his teasing. Ever since you’d been assigned to assist with his latest film project, he had made it his mission to remind you who was in charge.

“Ah, my favorite assistant,” Reca drawled as you walked onto the set, carrying a stack of freshly printed scripts. “How wonderful of you to finally grace us with your presence. Tell me, did the cosmos delay your journey, or were you just.. lost in thought again?”

You scowled, setting the scripts down with more force than necessary. “Not everyone has the luxury of lounging in a chair barking orders all day, Reca.”

“Lounging?” He feigned shock, placing a dramatic hand over his chest. “Darling, this is art. Every decision I make is a stroke of brilliance. You, on the other hand, are merely holding the brush.”

You wanted to scream. Instead, you forced a smile. “Well, your ‘brilliance’ might want to check page five. There’s a typo.”

That wiped the smirk off his face, if only for a second.

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It wasn’t just his words, it was the way he said them, the way his gaze lingered on you like he knew exactly how to get under your skin. He’d call you by nicknames, like “Assistant director” or “Grammar monster” always with a teasing lilt in his voice.

But what really got to you was that beneath all the teasing, Reca was undeniably talented. The way he directed scenes, coaxed performances from actors, and crafted narratives, it was mesmerizing. Not that you’d ever admit that to him.

“Watching me again?” he teased one day, catching you observing him as he directed a particularly complex scene. “Careful, or I might think you’re impressed.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” you shot back. “I was just wondering how someone so insufferable can make something halfway decent.”

He chuckled, low and warm. “You’re lucky I like your sass.”

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The shift came during an impromptu night shoot. The crew was tired, tempers were frayed, and you were on the verge of snapping when Reca surprised you.

“Hey,” he said quietly, handing you a thermos of hot tea. “You’re doing great.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What’s this? Genuine kindness from Mr. Reca?”

“Don’t get used to it,” he said with a grin but his tone lacked its usual tease.

From then on, the teasing softened. It was still there but there was a warmth to it now, a playfulness that made your heart race instead of your blood boil.

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One evening as you were reviewing footage together, he leaned closer than usual, his voice a low murmur.

“You know,” he said, “I only tease you because it’s fun watching you fight back. Most people just fold.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” you asked, arching an eyebrow.

“Take it however you want,” he replied, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the way your pulse quickened when his hand brushed yours.

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It happened during a quiet moment on set, the stars of the Xianzhou glowing faintly through the ship’s windows. You were alone, cleaning up after the crew had left for the night when Reca appeared.

“Still working, assistant director?” he said, his tone softer than usual.

“Someone has to,” you replied, not looking up.

He was quiet for a moment, then said, “You know, you make this whole thing worth it.”

You froze, turning to face him. “What?”

“All of it,” he continued, stepping closer until he was right in front of you. Leaning over to your height and giving you a smile. “The late nights, the chaos, the.. everything. You. You keep me on my toes.”

Before you could respond, he kissed you, soft and teasing, like everything else he did. But this time, it didn’t feel infuriating. It felt perfect.

When he pulled back, his smirk was back in place. “Well, what do you think? Worth the wait?”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t fight the smile tugging at your lips. “You’re so annoying..”

“And you love it,” he said, leaning in for another kiss.

This time, you didn’t argue.

[probablyreadinsmut]

Fade into you - Prologue.

Joel Miller x Afab! Reader

Plot summary: You were one of the biggest video game nerds within your small friendship group, but one game held a special place in your heart, The Last Of Us. You'd played the first game in college when it came out and then when the pandemic hit and the world completely shut down, The Last of Us Part II had been a welcome, but devastating distraction.

Still though, it was a game you kept going back to, your comfort game. Joel and Ellie were your comfort characters. The night before the accident you'd just restarted the first game for the hundredth time, calling it a night just after Tess had lost her life.

Little did you know, that would be your last time playing the game, because after that night, you'd be living in it.

A/N: This fic is inspired by this Red Dead Redemption fic I read a while back, I loved the 'sucked into the video game' trope so much. I'd never played the Tlou games until just before Christmas when I decided to pull up my big girl panties and do it. I absolutely love the games now (even if part two broke my soul) and I'm now playing part one all over again while I write this.

So with that in mind I decided I wanted to start writing a fic based entirely on video game Joel Miller, even if Pedro Joel has my entire heart 🫠 this story will be as canon complaint as possible while weaving in a growing relationship between reader and Joel.

Warnings for the prologue: MDNI, 18+ I'm a Brit writing about America, please bear with me if I get something wrong, I'm putting my trust into Google with this stuff. Mentions of loneliness, language (Swearing), car accident. Reader is not described in any way other than wearing lounge wear, sweater, jeans, vans sneakers etc. Reader is in her early thirties.

Word Count: 1.7k.

Purgatory.

‘A place or condition of suffering or torment, especially one that is temporary’

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Detroit, Michigan. January 2025.

Your life before the accident, had been a blissfully dull one. Well aware that it was a privilege in that sense.

You have loving parents, your childhood was a good one. You’d left school with a GPA of 3.0 which had allowed you to attend the college of your choosing.

In adulthood, you’d settled into a steady, (if not tedious at times) career in IT working for a big pharma company who had offices all over the Mid-West. It was good pay and you got to work with computers. It was a win-win in your book.

On paper your life looked ideal. Perfect wasn’t the right word for it, nothing could ever really be perfect, after all. But you knew you had it good.

The only caveat?

You were lonely.

You’d had a handful of romantic relationships, but they all kind of fizzled out naturally. Nothing overly dramatic happened, they just never went anywhere and you were okay with that, for the most part.

Your friends had all settled down, the three of them were in serious long term relationships, two of them were moms now, a part of you was longing for the same, but something had made it feel unattainable.

They kept you sane though, your girls and their babies that you'd come to adopt as family, were your saving grace. The four of you had met in college and been inseparable since, you went through it all together.

And then there was your first love. Video games.

You enjoyed a range of genres, old and new but at the heart of it, The Last Of Us was your favourite. Your safe place.

So much so that it was a big part of your personality too, you’d considered getting a replica of Ellies tattoo at one point but you’d chickened out before you could even schedule the appointment.

Instead, you channelled your love for the game into your home. Decorating your cosy apartment in a way that would transport you to the overgrown wasteland the moment you stepped through the door.

Fake ivy climbs the painted sage walls of your living room, entwined with warm  fairy lights that fade in and out every so often. You’d spent hours cross-legged on the living room floor, carefully hot gluing the vines to the wires. Meticulously hanging them from the corner of the room, until they were creeping out across the walls to the left and right, like they were growing right above your TV where you immersed yourself in the game.

Memorabilia that you’d collected over the years, sat proudly on shelves beside your TV unit, along with framed artwork pulled right from the game, hanging there like a shrine to your favourite piece of fictional media.

It was home.

Not everyone understood, a grown adult being obsessed with video games? It’s definitely a generational thing, your friends are all accepting of it, every Christmas and birthday you usually receive something related to The Last of Us in some shape or form. Your parents though? They didn’t quite understand, coming from a generation that was told to stay out until the street lights come on, they couldn’t fathom why you’d want to spend hours in front of a screen. The escapism it brings you is something they’ll never experience, but you’re grateful it exists.

Even at work you find yourself daydreaming about the games, perhaps consuming a fanfic or two on your lunch hour.

Today had been no different, the day was dragging on and while you were monotonously placing code, your mind began drifting. It had been a while since you’d started a new game, the last one had been a speed run that you’d streamed to your followers on twitch, all five of them!

But you were getting that itch again, to start a new save file, to play in a different way, to see if you can find anything you might have missed in previous playthroughs.

So that’s exactly what you did. The moment you got home, you shredded your work clothes in favour of lounge wear, cosied up on the couch with some snacks and your favourite drink.

It was like real life would cease to exist and fade into the background the moment the main menu was on screen.

You spent the next few hours in your cocoon, just you and the game. Taking in the post apocalyptic wasteland, the sights, the sounds.

Admiring Joel.

That was something you chose to omit whenever you geeked out about the game to your friends, they were supportive of your obsession but none of them would be able to wrap their heads around crushing on a pixelated man, not when you rarely crush on real ones these days.

It was funny to think about, that Joel had been the only consistent male in your life since 2013 and not in a ‘haha’ funny, kind of way either.

Limerance was in full swing for a fictional character. Almost all the fics you read were some form of ‘Joel Miller x Reader’ these days. It was ridiculous but you could see yourself with him, if he were real, or at least the delusional part of your brain could. The rational part of your brain tells you that you actually have nothing in common with the grizzly old man, though you did learn how to play guitar in lockdown, mostly due to boredom, but also because of Joel.

By the time you looked at your phone, it was just after midnight and you had to be up for work tomorrow. Tess had just died and you were out of the subway, now was a good time to switch off for the night and go to bed.

You were deep in sleep the next morning when your alarm went off at 7am, coaxed awake to the tune of ‘Take On Me.’

Your morning routine was normal, take a shower, get dressed— it’s casual Friday so you’re dressed down in a light sweater, jeans and your favourite pair of vans.

After that you pack your lunch for the day, make breakfast and decide to check the group chat as you eat.

As you lean against the counter taking bites of toast, your phone is in the other hand, catching up on what you missed:

Just us gorls gc

11.43pm

Imi: having a time settling the baby tonight, anyone else still up?

Tiff: u know it, got this fkin report to finish up before I can even think about going to bed, hope Lil M is okay?

Imi: Yh she’s ok, think she’s picked up a bug from daycare

Ash: same here, Caleb is running a fever so we’re up watching Bluey. Again.

Tiff: Srry babe, but bluey is elite.

Imi: Says the person with no kids.

Ash: Haha yeah, this will be you someday Tiffy if Sophia ever makes an honest woman out of you.

Tiff: Idc, bluey will be on 24/7 lol.

Imi: your kids will have Australian accents, calling it now... Where’s our resident nerd, don’t tell me she’s already in bed? Lucky bitch.

Ash: Nah, I’ll bet you 5 bucks she’s gaming.

Tiff: I’ll bet you 10 that she’s playing that fkin game again

They know you too well. You send a quick reply apologising for being AWOL last night along with a meme:

You: Pls accept this Pedro offering as an apology. ;) Tiffy, I just venmo’d u 10 bucks, spend it wisely. Facetime tonight?

Imi: She lives! You know, you only get to use our Pedro thirst against us in emergencies, I’ll let you off this time. Also that sounds good hun, been too long, the kids miss seeing their Aunty Boop.

‘Aunty Boop’ never failed to make you smile, you didn’t have siblings of your own but your girls were family and that extended to their babies. Aunty Boop came about when Ash’s son was just starting to walk, you’d taught him to boop people on the nose and each time he’d run away on little legs, in fits of giggles. From that day on you were Aunty Boop to their kids.

Tiffy: Knew it! I hope whoever marries u knows they’ll always be second best to a video game lol I’m down for FT tonight, gotta run now tho, ily all!

Ash: I’ll call off the search party. where have you been bitch, where have you bloody been? I can do tonight sure, say around 7?

Imi: thats good for me too

You: I can do that, see you guys then. Love and kisses to the littles. <3

You’re smiling to yourself as you slip the phone into your pocket, catching the clock out of the corner of your eye, you’d been so caught up, not realising how soon you needed to be out of the house otherwise you’d hit wall to wall traffic “Oh shit..”

You bite the toast between your teeth as you hurriedly stuff your lunch into your bag and head for the door, swiping the car keys off the coffee table on the way.

Hoping and praying that traffic isn’t too much of a nightmare this morning as you get behind the wheel, shoving the last bite of toast into your mouth as your buckling up. The drive isn’t usually that bad, but you hated being late for anything and you needed that time first thing in the morning to grab a coffee before you settle in at your desk for the day.

You’re about halfway to work when the radio starts to crackle, interrupting the song that was playing with static and familiar lyrics...

“Take on me...”

With a frustrated huff, you smack the heel of your palm against the centre console, as if that would do anything “Oh c’mon you hunk of junk what are you doing?”

“...Take me on...”

Distracted by the radio, you don’t see the car that’s just blown through a red light at the intersection, if you did, you’d have been able to stop in time.

“...I’ll be gone...”

When the initial impact happens, time slows down, everything hits you all at once, the screech of tires on asphalt and the deafening crunch of metal folding in on itself. The car is in a disorientating spin, you think you hear yourself scream but you can’t be certain that it came from you. It feels like you’re spinning for hours but in reality it was seconds.

Your mouth fills with the metallic taste of blood when the car eventually collides into a street lamp, the horn blaring as you’re slumped over the steering wheel, fading in and out of consciousness.

The last thing you hear before your eyes close in this world for good, is the radio static, approaching sirens, distant calls for help and a the last few words to the song.

“...In a day or two...”

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THIS IS NO ONE'S REQUEST, I was just bored as hell honestly, and I seriously think Miko needs more content, especially with her guardian(s). So, here's a little something as an apology for not posting in months (I lost my password..) This is probably terrible, maybe even OOC so I apologize in advance...

This was written while listening to Teenage girl, by Cherry Glazzer. You can listen to it too while reading if you want.

¹ ❥ ☆ Mini Fic²

♰ Transformers Prime³

ˋˋ SFW ☆

Teenage girl ♡

“urrrrrrrgh. “ Miko growled, sitting lazily on the chair. She was in detention again, for two whole hours, and everyone knows that for a girl such as Miko, staying two hours in the same room, doing either homework or nothing, was impossible. As the teacher looked away for a second, she pulled out her phone, sending a text into her guardian’s comms, giggling. He didn’t have to know she was in detention…

>> Class done early. Pick up ? pls

be here in five mins <<

>> thx ur the best xx

A soft smile formed on his faceplate when he read the text.

“ Miko’s done with class. I’ll go pick her up. “

Everyone either nodded or hummed in agreement, the big mech then proceeded to transform and make his way to Miko’s school. When he finally arrived in front, she was already here. He sighed softly and unlocked the door, allowing the human to jump in. As he asked how her day went and waited for her answer, he noticed the usual behavior she would have when she was hiding something from him.

Buckling her belt and making herself comfortable, knowing the ride would miraculously take way longer than the way to school, just because Bulkhead would take all kinds of “shortcuts” that would actually make the ride longer. He loved spending time with Miko, seeing her rocking her head at the songs playing. He had her playlist of favorite songs already registered. The big mech considered her family, like a sparkling he had to take care of. He’d never admit that, though.

The young girl was now waiting for the big engine to start, which never happened. She raised an eyebrow, kind of concerned something went wrong.

“Bulk ? Is your engine broken or something ? “

“ There’s something you want to tell me, but you’re not going to. “

She huffed, taking the words as an attack. But, it was actually just that she didn’t expect him to be able to read her like an open book.

“ what ?? Do you not trust me ? You know I tell you everything ! “

“ Apparently not. Did you get in trouble ? Did someone annoy you ? Who do I need to fight ?”

She stopped him right in his tracks when she heard he was ready to get in trouble just to protect her.

“ No, no no. None of that… I’m not in trouble, and you’re not fighting anyone. Bold of you to assume I wouldn’t have already anyway ! No… It’s that, uhh… I was in detention.”

The green mech sighed. He had a sneaky feeling it was something around those lines. But as he was about to give her a gentle lecture on how she should be respectful, pay attention in class and all that usual blah-blah she probably heard hundreds of times by her host parents, he decided to do the opposite. Bulkhead remembered very well how low Miko has been feeling for the past week. She’d exhaust herself on her homeworks, even ask for help if she was struggling, and not even sneaking out of the base anymore. Very unusual Miko behavior, which gave it away to her guardian. She really did try to get better, but her past got the better of her once again. Bulkhead knew old habits die hard, and sometimes, they just came back to give you a good slap as a reminder it’s not always going to be easy. He felt like this was what was happening to the poor girl at this moment. The silence being long enough, he finally spoke up.

“ You know what ? Let’s watch your show once we’re back to base.”

Too stunned to say a word, Miko stayed silent. She was expecting him to give her a whole speech about how it can’t keep on going, or she’ll fail her whole life, so that answer definitely surprised her. She just smirked and nodded softly, feeling the heavy weight on her chest drastically making it easier to breathe. As the loud sound of the starting engine finally resonated, she heard a small melody coming out of the radio. It was calm and slow, not something she’ll usually listen to.

“Erm, Bulk, what is that song? I’m practically falling asleep ! “

“ It reminds me of you. “

Miko raised an eyebrow, surprised by that answer. It sounded like such a boring song at first. When the volume went up, she listened to the lyrics. Bulkhead opened the windows, allowing the soft breeze of air to come inside and caress the girl’s hair. She relaxed her head back on the seat, and enjoyed it.

That song wasn’t all too bad after all…

EXTRA BECAUSE IM NOT SATISFIED WITH THIS END :

Hopping off of her chair the second the bell rang, the pink haired girl grabbed her bags and left, rushing through the stairs. Bulkhead being on a mission, someone else was coming to pick her up today. Someone special. She looked at every car in the parking lot, giggling when she saw him. She ran towards the car, waving, as if he could wave back. She instantly opened the door and jumped on the passenger seat. Her smile was full of joy.

“ Hey, kid. Been a while, hasn’t it ? “

“ Wheeljack ! It has ! I didn’t expect you here, I’m so happy to see you again. “

“ By the way you almost tripped while running, I could tell.”

She softly giggled, wiggling on the seat as a sign of excitement. The engine revved and they sped up on the road back to base, Miko already imagining a ton of things they could do together.

When she heard the radio turn on, she audibly gasped, her eyes glowing bright with happiness, and her smile only growing wider. The bot looked at her in the rear mirror, giggling in satisfaction. Looks like he hit right on the middle of the target. She rocked her body from side to side, and opened the window, and obviously turning the volume of the radio all the way up.

“ TEENAGE GIRL !!! “

. . . Written by Noah . . .ᐟ ☆

[icarusredwings]

Good boy

A sfw puppy logan fic

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3 (1/2)

Pt 3 (2/2)

Pt 4

Art by me

Tw: mentions of abandonment issues, child abuse, blood, murder, guilt, voices, cursing, and overall truama.

Looking to the side, Wade sees Logan pushing his face against the window. His tongue is out and he's panting excitedly. Jumping in the back, he grabs his toy only to jump back up to the front.

Sympathetically, Wade rolled down the window just an inch or two, watching as Logan shoves his nose to it. His hands pull on the glass happily sniffing the air.

Wade's ambivalent small grin shifts to a frown, his brows furrowing as he looks back to the road, tightening his grip on the wheel.

This was it.

He was letting Logan go.

Letting him choose.

He wasn't made for apartment life. He wasn't like puppins who could live happily in a small area. He needed space. He needed a pack. He needed the woods.

A tear falls as he thinks about it.

The possibility of Logan never coming back.

It's something he's been thinking about for a few weeks. Ever since that day, when he first howled in front of him. Something didn't feel right about not giving him this choice.

Sure, he's taken Logan to the woods before, but always on a long line or a tracker on his collar. This time he wouldn't have his collar. He'd be free. Free to choose.

Was it selfish of Wade to hope he chose him?

Even if he knew city life wasn't for him, he wanted Logan to stay. To choose him.

Just this morning he decided better now than never. The longer he was here, the worse off he would probably feel knowing that all this time Logan would have chosen to go. Logan loved him. He knew this. It's why he didn't just go with his free will. He wanted.. No.. Needed.. Wade to let him go.

Logan had his blue collar on, his tags jingling as he laid in his large bed, happily gnawing on a femur that Wade had brought him home from work. There he was, content. Trying to dull his teeth on the bone, nipping what little tendon and cartilage was left between the patella and ball of the thigh bone.

Next to him, was the Deadpool plush that Wade had made him to help with his separation anxiety. Made from old suits and cotton stuffing.

He remembered when he wrapped it tight in a box for Christmas, letting Logan rip the cardboard and colored paper to shreds.

How his eyes brightened with stars, how he carried it between his teeth with such pride and joy, showing his gift to Mary multiple times, growling at her if she tried to touch it, though kept gesturing to her to observe.

He would come round, showing Wade several times too, wiggling with excitement.

Each time Wade would praise him, act shocked as if he himself didn't make the toy.

Wade gasps, smiling widely and petting him, not daring to touch the toy, leaning down to kiss his head. “What a pretty boy! Oh? Yes? I see you have a little me too, and you haven't even ripped his head off yet! What a good boy, Logan!”

Here, now, in the van, miles away from their home in New York.

Logan drops the toy into his lap, whimpering.

Wade swallows, sniffling as he licks the tear off his cheek.

“.. good boy, Logan..” he whispers, picking up the toy and putting it back in his mouth, watching in the corner of his eye as he shakes the toy, excited with aggression stimming from adoration of the toy. A small smile of pity appears as they stop at a red light.

It makes Wade think about the other day, when there were fireworks, sirens, a fire truck blasting from the.. well.. the fire the explosives made.

Logan had been so stressed out that he bit Wade. His hair was raised on the back of his neck, Face in the glass of the front window, growling and staring, stiff and still. He snarled at those that passed, only to yelp at the loud boom of fireworks from the top of their apartment building.

Wade came in after trying to get them to stop the fireworks, saying that they disturbed veterans like himself, having ended up threatening one of them, and shoving them off the building.

“Wolvie! I did it! They won't light any more fireworks, honey!” He says to him, coming to the bedroom in an attempt to comfort him.

“Pup? Did you hear me? No more booms oka- OW!”

Logan snapped, sinking his teeth into the warm flesh, the hot blood dripping down his chin and onto the carpet as Wade jerks the hand away.

He remembered the way he looked at him, lowering his head into a cower, Looking at him with such wide and apologetic eyes. The cosmos wish they were this deep. They dreamed to sparkle and be as wide as his pupils were. He wondered if Saturn was jealous of the thin white ring around the edge.

“Oh.. Logan. It's okay. You're still a good boy. My good boy.” He had told him, letting the man lick his blood clean from his hand, Simply saying sorry and trying to fix his mistakes..

Logan was always like that.. always fixing his mistakes. Well.. maybe this was a mistake. All of it. Maybe he should have never brought this Logan to live in the Big Apple. It was just cruel.

Cruel to expect so much from him. Cruel to force him to hide the animal within.

“Even cruel-er to force him to learn about taxes and unspoken social rules..” He mumbles to himself.

Next to him up front, Logan is sitting here, unknowingly about the destination deadline. He is just happy to be here, humble and holding the deadpool stuffy in his jaws with a big smile.

“.. you really love that guy.. don'tcha, wolvie?” Wade asks, somber and wistfully.

Logan's head tilts, staring at him with concern and worry.

“Nevermind.. don't worry babe, It's just conversation… I know you'd never replace me.” He mumbles, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives. Another tear comes but Logan is too busy sniffing out the window to lick them away, making Wade have to wipe it himself.

I guess he would have to get used to this.. not having Logan around to kiss or cuddle his hurt away..

Swallowing, Wade looks at the button that opened the side door, hesitantly taking a deep breath before clicking it.

When they pull up, before Wade can even come to a stop, Logan is already scratching at the window, whining and jumping in the back, practically vibrating with excitement.

“..I Love You, Logan.” He admits, Sickly sweet.

Before the door is even fully opened, Logan bolts, taking off into the woods without even looking back to say goodbye.

No double take. No second glance.

He's gone.

Wade can hear his hands pad at the crisp and compacting snow, frozen leaves underneath. He hears him grunt and huff as he runs off, like escaping reality in the literal sense. By the time Logan is not visible, He had shut the van off, coming to sit inside the open door.

Letting out a big sigh, Tears were not such a good thing to keep stuck to his cheeks this long, especially not in the cold but… But Wade didn't care. He left them, giving a smile when a group of birds flew off the moment they saw Logan running through the thick untapped maples And conifers.

“Bye, Bub..”

Wade had seen the quiet calculations the moment they came to a stop, How he perfectly jumped out, exercising his internal instincts. The one that was in a cage for far too long.

They say the silence makes a sound mind, but not his, no. If anything it just soaked the front of his jacket more from the frustrations of being alone with himself.

It's good land, or at least it was. Before people started building their AirBnb Cabins and disturbing all the quiet. It takes a strong hand to live out here. The kind in which Logan's calluses formed like the rough paw pads of the wolves that frequented the area.

The only good thing about this freezing forest was the quiet that came to Wade. Though with quiet came thoughts, and thinking in silence wasn't his strong suit.

That was the day Wade decided that he would never be like him. He wouldn't keep people who were better off somewhere else. He wouldn't lock those who loved him in a room to starve. He wouldn't ever hit those who he loved, he wouldn't come home angry and scream at anyone he could find. He wouldn't call them useless or pathetic.

Wade has been alone with himself since he could remember. The agonizing voices constantly critiquing his every thought and action, never being good enough, reinforced by his father. Honestly the Doc just said it nicely.

Your fucked, just like your dad.

But Wade wasn't his father.

He wouldn't force those who needed to run out their energy to stay inside a tiny trailer. He wouldn't cheat on his partner (ever), he wouldn't abandon them to go out gambling, he wouldn't hit his kids for saying how they felt, he wouldn't ever make them afraid of a belt. He wouldn't-

Thick tears wet his gloves as he blinks, not knowing how long he had been staring at the ground.

He wouldn't treat others how his head treated him... how his father treated them.

Taking a deep breath, Wade swallows, his throat tight with anger and regret.

They were overdue for this. Honest. Except this wasn't just blowing off steam or playing. This was the real deal. Logan was going to be free. He's spent so long just getting by. Skipping parties and hopping from town to town hoping that maybe, the farther he got away from himself, the more he'd be able to sleep at night without remembering what those hands have done, hoping to curl up in a dumpster and die.

It's where Logan thought he belonged. That he deserved all the bottles people threw at him, all the curses they screamed at him until he left town. But Wade didn't think that. He thought Logan deserved the world. To be happy. He deserved to be free of the expectations of society and their backwards thinking of Ferals.

Logan has said that before Wade, He was just traveling from place to place, crossing his claws that someone like him would find him and not only love him but accept him.

He told him, That Logan died within that timeline. When he destroyed his world for Wade's, a piece of him died, a piece that has spent his entire life doing everything just to survive, but never to live. Wade has taught him how to live. It's something he never thought about when he lived in his universe, but that's the thing about survival. Who the hell likes living just to die?

That was the plan, anyway. Why would He care? No one would miss him. Though it was Satan's own funny joke to make him unkillable, no matter how many bottles he drank.

Wade takes a deep breath, not noticing the time that has passed. His fingers were numb, his face was frozen, His breath was smoke.

Sniffling, Wade sighs, standing up. He looks back, only to see that Logan had left the Deadpool plush, the one Wade made for him and must have stitched over 20 times already from how rough Logan liked to play with it. Taking it into his jaws and shaking his head happily.

Just this morning, he saw how excited he was to get in the car.

“Peanut! Let's go!”

Logan, of course, came when called, Wiggling so ecstatic that his squirming made it almost impossible to put on his harness.

Giggling, Wade put a hand on his chest, right above his heart, to soothe the beast within him. The one that wanted to run for miles and couldn't wait to go outside.

Packing up the car, Wade loads it up with blankets, snacks, fake passports, extra money for gas, chargers, toilet paper, etc. Things they would need for their road trip.

Once ready, He opens the door, smiling. “Alright baby! Come on. Let's go! Outside?”

Logan runs out the door, only to skirt to a stop as if forgetting something, whimpering. Scratching at the door, he looked back up to Wade, giving him the biggest puppy eyes.

“What's wrong, Wolvie? Okay- okay. Hold on.”

Getting his keys, Wade jiggled them into the door, clicking it open. “What did ya forget, boy?”

Rushing into the apartment, he just as quickly comes back with the deadpool plush in his mouth. He was so eager to get it, to keep it with him at all times, careful not to forget it at any of their pit stops.

And now here it was.. in the back of a van.. a hole in its side.. stuffing falling out. Left alone.

Abandoned.

Though.. Wade smiles, sniffling as he cleans up the car, picking up the pieces of heart he put into sewing the plush toy. At least Logan loved him while he was here.. that's what mattered right? It would be nice to know that now, when things got hard, and Wade missed him more than anything, Logan would be far from here.

He'd be wherever he needed to be. Free to run. Free to hunt. Free to scratch and climb as much as he pleased. And Wade knew, he'd go far. As far as he needed to feel free from the chains of expectations.

Perhaps he'd find some Wolves to run with. Find a new pack.. find a new mate.. forget Wade entirely.

[marauder-misprint]

Hello to you lovely human being! Happy 500 followers its my first time requesting so forgive me if anything is formatted weird :p im always updated on ur fics and now im finally requesting something:DDD ok so could u please write something like coworker james x reader when theyre both stuck at for a new years party with this prompt ⁴⁾ “i’m still in the market for someone to kiss at midnight, if you’re up for it.” and this scenario? ¹²⁾ being stuck at work for the night, watching everyone else celebrate from afar :D i'd love for u to write it but its definitely okay if u dont want to

Thank you! and thank you for the request ❤︎ ❤︎ ❤︎ I love love love writing cutesy things like this. Hope you enjoy!

Working New Year's

coworker!James Potter x reader

1.0k words

cw: fluff

You had drawn one of the short straws. The restaurant you worked at had been booked for a New Year’s Eve party and you were working it. You knew you were missing getting hammered with your friends in some random bar, but you tried to look on the bright side: at least it was holiday pay and your coworker was not the worst. 

Yes, “not the worst” was probably the best way to describe James Potter. He was attractive and he knew it, flirting with guest after guest. The old ladies who came in would request him. He was arrogant and overly confident. But, he was a hard worker. He got the job done. You knew that you’d be leaving no later than 1:15 a.m. after the party cleared out and you did your closing duties. 

It wasn’t anywhere near 1 a.m., though. Midnight hadn’t passed yet. It was barely 11 p.m. and you were refilling a tray of desserts. James was mixing drinks as guests came up for refills. He had been pleasant all evening. You think he picked up on that you’d rather not be there. Once everything was restocked, you went over to his station and leaned against the wall. 

“Where would you be tonight if you weren’t here?” James asked as a guest returned to the main party with a new drink. 

You pulled out your phone to check your friends’ groupchat.

“Looks like my friends are at The Chimera,” you sighed. “What ‘bout you?”

“Home,” he said, throwing his towel over his shoulder and then pushing his glasses up his nose. 

You tried not to laugh. James didn’t seem like a homebody to you. 

“What?” he asked, almost sounding insulted but the smile on his face told a different story.

“Sorry, but you? You don’t seem like a watch-fireworks-on-the-telly kind of bloke.”

He leaned on the counter between you. “What kind of bloke am I then?” 

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought. 

“Hmmm, two options, I suppose. One, at some house party with your girlfriend. You wouldn’t be hosting. Or, dancing the night away in some club with some random girl you’ll never see again. You know, just a face to kiss at midnight. You’d probably exchange numbers but never text or call. I bet you have a few numbers in your phone now that are saved as New Years Kiss 2020 or something.” 

James laughed. “There are no numbers saved like that, I guarantee you, love. House party wouldn’t be bad and you’re right, I wouldn’t be hosting. Flat’s too small for that. But alas, no girlfriend.” A smirk pulled at his lips. “You could say I’m still in the market for someone to kiss at midnight, if you’re up for it.”

You raised your eyebrows with wide eyes. You had come to peace that you’d be without a New Year’s kiss this year. It had actually been years since you were without one, always either having a boyfriend or finding a friend or stranger to kiss. You cleared your throat, unsure if his offer was genuine.

“Should I be honored or did you tell Joe the same thing?” 

Joe was the manager who got stuck with the party. He had locked himself in his office to do “paperwork” but you both knew he would be watching a movie or something. 

James shook his head, laughing a bit harder.

“I’ll have you know that I have absolutely no desire to ring in the new year with Creepy Joe. You, on the other hand…”

You looked over at the party as his voice trailed off. You really wished you were out with your friends, mimicking the kind of revelry that was occurring before you. 

“Hey.” James’ voice was softer but now much closer to you. He had come out from behind the counter to stand right next to you. “Was that too straightforward?”

You didn’t say anything, still looking at the people dancing and laughing. 

“Not straightforward enough?”

You scoffed. “We’re at work, Potter. I don’t think we’re allowed to have a New Year’s kiss.”

“What’re they going to do? Fire their best employees when their manager isn’t even doing his job?”

You chuckled and turned to see James smiling at you. He knew he got you. And then the countdown started. You didn’t look away from him. His movements felt like they were going in slow motion. His step closer. An arm around your waist to pull you closer. Him leaning down, bring his face closer to yours. 

“Zero! Happy New Year!” echoed around you.

James’ lips crashed into yours. It was firm and lasted longer than you had expected from him. Even if he had been actually flirting with you, in your experience, New Year’s kisses were either the briefest thing or they turned into full-on snogging. James, however, lingered. He waited for you to pull away, and when you did, you felt the urge to reconnect your mouths again. His grip on your waist didn’t loosen, holding you close. 

“Happy New Year, love,” he whispered, letting his warm breath fan your face. It smelled of peppermint. 

“Happy New Year, James. And I know your resolution,” you said, unable to rid yourself of the smile that had appeared. “To stop stealing work mints!”

“What? Am I just supposed to ask a pretty girl to kiss me when I have bad breath?” he laughed. 

You shook your head as you slowly pulled out of his hands. “I already kissed you. You can drop the compliments.”

You gasped as he brought you back in closer to him. Your heart was pounding in your chest from the prolonged proximity to him. It also didn’t help that you could now focus on his muscular arms as they held you with no imminent traditional kiss. 

“What if I don’t want that to be our only kiss?” he asked in a low voice. His eyes were searching yours for an answer. “You can’t tell me you didn’t feel anything.”

“I-I… I… James,” you said, deflating slightly. You pushed away from him.

“Love,” he sighed as he let you go.

“Potter, we need to start cleaning up if I’m coming back to your flat after this,” you told him as you walked away.

“Wha-OH!” he exclaimed. You heard him stumble back behind the bar to start his closing duties. “On it.”

As you did your own closing duties, you thought that maybe his arrogance was well earned. 

[thetomorrowshow]

when you had nothing to say

CHAPTER 3

uhhh if this is the first one you see it's a fic in which the world where the evolutionists all started on descended into war. after fighting in the war for several years, they fled to evo together. this fic is a 5+1 about 5 times that someone found out Jimmy was Deaf and 1 time he was accommodated :)

cw: internalized ableism

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Jimmy wakes up in bed, gasping for stolen breath.

He’s still shaking from that death, his heart beating too fast. How had that—he’d thought it would be safe to touch, he hadn’t thought—

He checks his communicator.

Ren and Skizz down, too.

How much of an idiot—?

Jimmy messages an apology into chat, tries to shake off the feeling of exploding. It’s one of his least favorite ways to die, getting blown into bits all over the place. Even on worlds like these, where they respawn. He hates tnt.

Jimmy sits on his bed for too long, probably, just trying to catch his breath after such an intense end. He didn’t like that. Holy moly, he didn’t like that at all.

Get up, he tells himself. Come on, get up, go do something.

He doesn’t.

It’s too overwhelming, is all. He’s fine, he’s fine, he just needs a minute to sort himself out before he can bear to leave this room. He needs a minute to gather his thoughts, blown apart by the explosion just like his body—

A minute grows into two, into three, into. . . .

He isn’t sure how long he sits there, but soon enough, his door opens, and Scott, Grian, and Scar file in.

Jimmy straightens, trying to look like he hadn’t just been staring into space, limbs trembling and mind flashing through with memories. They don’t seem to notice, judging by the lack of anything but gleeful pity on their faces. Good.

Grian’s mouth moves, his voice muffled and near-silent. Jimmy frowns—he hadn’t even realized his hearing aids weren’t on. He clicks on the power on the left piece, then the right—but the right one pops painfully and he hisses, turning it back off.

He takes it out, turns it this way and that. It looks okay—he turns it on in his hand and it sparks once, but otherwise seems fine.

Jimmy carefully fits the hearing aid back in his ear, then looks up. All three of his friends are watching him, and Grian raises his eyebrows.

“All good?” he asks, but Jimmy doesn’t hear it.

He clicks off the left one again, panic sprouting in his chest. They can’t be broken. They can’t, they just can’t, he can’t afford another pair—

Turning the left one back on doesn’t do anything, though. Turning off and on the right one doesn’t do anything but make it spark again.

“My hearing aids are broken,” he manages, his throat tightening. “I—I don’t have spares. The explosion—”

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening! He’s been exploded loads of times, why did this one break his hearing aids?

Grian’s shoulders slump; Scott won’t stop staring at his ears. Grian takes his communicator out of his pocket, types out a message. A moment later, Jimmy’s own communicator vibrates on his hip.

Sorry, I don’t remember any sign. Do you need to drop out of the game?

“I can keep playing,” he says, swallowing around the lump in his throat. “I’ve been deaf for a long time, I—I know how to deal with it. I just . . . being able to hear is helpful.”

Grian fixes him with a sympathetic expression. Scar wheels himself over, squeezes Jimmy’s hand.

“You’ve got this,” he says. “All you . . . okay?”

“I missed most of that.”

Scar just squeezes his hand again.

When Grian and Scar leave, Grian with promises to help pay for a new pair, Scott comes over to Jimmy’s bed and sits beside him, typing out a message on his communicator.

I didn’t know that you’re deaf.

“I don’t really hide it,” says Jimmy. “I don’t go around shouting about it, but it isn’t a secret.”

Why didn’t you tell me?

Absentmindedly, to help gather his thoughts in a quiet world, Jimmy starts to sign as he speaks. “Never came up, I guess. I just assume people already know—but now that I think about it—”

He considers it for a moment.

“Um, now you know,” he counts off his fingers. “Grian, Scar, Martyn, BigB. I think that’s it, though.”

Had he really told so few people?

It isn’t quite the truth, really, that it never came up. There were plenty of opportunities over the past weeks to talk about his hearing loss, to explain why sometimes he asked Scott to repeat himself multiple times, or why he usually didn’t hear calls of his name.

He avoided it, though, even if he didn’t have a real reason to. Did he need a reason to not give others a weakness to exploit? Did he need a reason to let others know this truly vulnerable part of himself?

It explains your lisp.

“I have a lisp?” Jimmy exclaims. Grian had always told him he was perfectly understandable, and Martyn didn’t say anything, and nobody else has ever seemed to realize that he was deaf.

It’s not bad, you just kind of over-do the s sound.

He never even knew. That’s so—that’s so weird! He’s had a lisp, apparently, and no one told him.

“That’s so weird,” he says, fidgeting a bit with the torn hem of his shirt. “But—erm, I’ll probably be a pretty useless ally, now. Sorry, you’re on your own.”

He doesn’t want to leave. He doesn’t want to be alone in this, when he can’t hear a thing in a world full of hearing people. It’s lonely, so dreadfully lonely, and it always has been. He doesn’t want to go back to that. He never wanted to.

He refuses to drag Scott down any more than he already has, though.

“You can use my house as storage, or something,” Jimmy says, though he still can’t quite find it within himself to get up. “I’ll be out of here by the end of the day.”

Maybe Scar and Grian will take him in? To use as bait, if nothing else. Grian knows how to be a good friend, anyhow—he’s been in circles where people just have no clue how to treat a Deaf person and just end up ignoring them. Grian’s heard Jimmy rant about far too many times to let it happen. Otherwise, he’d prefer being on his own.

Scott taps him on the arm, and Jimmy pulls himself out of his thoughts of the desert and isolation to look at his communicator, held in front of his face.

What are you talking about?

Jimmy doesn’t have an answer for that. He thought it was pretty clear.

He shrugs. Scott types something else out.

You’re staying. You’re my flower husband, I’m not just going to leave you.

Oh.

Jimmy doesn’t expect help. He doesn’t expect that everyone should be forced to work to make things easier for him, when it’s already fine for everybody else. They shouldn’t have to make exceptions just for him.

But Scott . . . Scott doesn’t care?

Scott’s already sitting beside Jimmy, but now he wraps his arm around him, presses gently on his shoulder until Jimmy lets his head fall onto Scott’s chest. It’s—it’s—

It’s warm, is what it is. Warm, and a little bit gritty with dirt but soft, and Scott smells like sweat and gunpowder and flowers, and his chest is vibrating under Jimmy’s temple as he speaks, and Jimmy. . . .

It’s really nice after the shellshock of the explosion, is all. Jimmy doesn’t think he can be blamed when a tear slips from the corner of his eye.

Scott lets him sit there as long as he likes, and it’s just really nice. He finds stability, he thinks, so that his weakest parts can stitch themselves together again after the disaster of today.

Geez, he can’t believe he died twice. . . .

“Guess we’d better get to work,” Jimmy finally says, after what is definitely way too much time of hugging Scott. “Erm, I can lip read all right? But I need you right in front of me and talking loudly. Otherwise, you can just message me.”

Scott lets Jimmy sit up, then helps him to stand, taking his hands in his own. Looking Jimmy square in the face, he speaks, loud enough that Jimmy can match some of the quiet sounds to the movements of his mouth.

“We’ve got this.”

Jimmy tries (and fails) to suppress his smile. “Yeah, we do,” he agrees. “We’ve got this.”

[bananaactivity]

More Edgy with the three Edge Lords

Edge, Edger, and Edgiest

Stupid Virus makes them basically feral so they get lil fangs and scruffy hair ( They're also paler then my usual pallet for them lmao)

Lowkey Adam needa stick that tounge back in bruh. I also think this is the first time I've avoided finishing a hand. Very unlike me, I love hands

Also for those with a minute are two to burn here is the draft for that fic I was working on :

“ Douglas come on, we’re gonna be late for the car show!” Leo fussed, tussling with his jacket as he inched toward the door. Next to him, Adam was shining his tennis shoes and nodding enthusiastically. “ Yeah Dougy we gotta get going or all the dopeass parking spots will be gone.”

Douglas had spent most of the day moving his old boxes from the Academy to the Davenport Penthouse and was frankly tired at this point. He’d made the questionable choice to promise Leo and Adam a trip to the Centuim City Car show for “good behavior” and couldn't deny that they kept up their end of the bargain. 

“ Parking? Really Adam?” he sighed, taking a moment to sift through a box marked. Evil Items to deal with/ Figure out later. Damn himself he really outta not leave things to be done at a later date…

“ Yeah! I heard they have killer hotdogs too! Get this… They have a condiment bar and the condiments come out in little gasoline pumps!” he exclaimed holding his hands out with a tilt as if he had said something groundbreaking. They looked at him for a bit. Leo opened his mouth, thought better of it, and closed it again before returning to Douglas.

“ Come on Lil D… You can deal with those boxes later. We gotta get outta here before Chase and Big D come back and beg to go too. You know those two are real party poopers.” Douglas grimaced a bit as he dug deeper in the box. “ Geez Leo I get it. I just really wanna get all these boxes to my room before tomorrow!” 

“ Whats happening down here?”

Kaz chuckled, dragging his way down the steps. “ Actually, save your breath. I was eavesdropping. Heh. Classic Kaz move.” He flew the last two steps, to lazy to even walk the rest of the way down, and stopped with a hover over the boxes. Oliver came down right after him his nose buried in a comic.

“ Oh, this is perfect!” Leo gasped. “ Pepper spray and Frosty the Nerd here can use their freaky deeky powers to put these boxes away for you Dougy!” Adam nodded along enthusiastically.

“ Yes! Wait, I thought their super names were Wild-Spark and Frost-Flare? I already had them sign my limited edition Frost-Spark branded thermoses with those names… How can I resell them on Eway for triple the auction price now!” Adam questioned with a whine.

“Doesn't matter because I don't trust these super-powered geeks with a fresh chicken egg let alone my personal belongings.” Douglas griped; continuing to dig in the box. “ And I think some collectors would actually pay top dollar for items with the original names…” he added with a nod to Adam. Just as his hand came into contact with a suspiciously familiar bag, Oliver used his super strength to lift the whole box away. 

“ Who says you can't trust us? We’re very trustworthy!” he bargained while flinging the box like it was weightless. 

“ Us. Yeah, we don't trust you guys, You are very inexperienced. Super. Yeah. Yea..” the Davenports and Dooley mildly commented their opinions overlapping each other but all agreeing to the same conclusion. “Yeah, I would NOT trust the supes personally…” Kaz added flipping through the comic Oliver had left discarded.  

Oliver swatted at his arm. “ OW. Super strength Oli!”

“ Well, I want you guys to trust us. We’re on the same team and if gaining your trust involves putting up a few boxes… well I think we can handle that.” He said with a sure nod. Kaz was quiet. Oliver swatted at him again.“ DUDE. SUPER. STRENGTH.” 

“ Kaz. Don't leave me hanging here!” Oliver hissed as he set the box down. With a groan, Kaz began his reprisal:

“ Do I have to?” 

“ No. KAZ. I’ll do all the work while you sit there and look pretty.” 

“Pretty sure that’s what I’m best at. But alright, fine. I’ll move the box.”

Using as little strength as possible Kaz used his foot to shift a small box a few inches before settling back down to read the comic.  “ Done.”

“ Kaz!” Oliver began. “ Chill Oli, I'm a professional.” 

The Davenports and Dooley stood there for a second before Leo clasped his hands again. “ Good enough for us! Come on. Dougy. Adam. Let's go.” He grabbed his uncle and brother with his bionic limb and drug them out.

“ Alright! Alright!” Douglas fussed. “ You two just put those boxes in my room, I'll deal with them later. Do NOT look in them, especially the ones that say Evil on ‘em.”

“He's not talking to me,” Kaz assured his buddy

“I'm only talking to you, Kaz.” Douglas reaffirmed from the hall outside the apartment.

As soon as Douglas, Adam, and Leo had rushed out, leaving the penthouse in a flurry of excitement for the car show, Kaz took a moment to sit back, stretch, and lazily inspect the room. His eyes landed back on the box that Douglas had left behind, and the familiar mischievous grin tugged at his lips.

He zipped over to the box as fast as he could. The label Evil Items to deal with/ Figure out later practically screamed "Look in me!" in Kaz’s mind.

Oliver, still awkwardly hovering near the box, raised an eyebrow and shot a wary glance at Kaz. “Kaz, do you ever listen to anyone?”

Kaz’s face brightened, as he peered at Oliver. “ Come on Oli-pop, Dougie told me not to look. Nothing about riffling through them. So you know what that means.”

“Uh…” Oliver hesitated. “It means you’re gonna “riffle” through it anyway and probably make a mess?”

“Bingo!” Kaz grinned wide and started sifting through the box.

Oliver sighed. “Kaz, you're like a walking disaster, man. I swear.” He watched, making no real effort to stop his friend with his arms crossed, as Kaz dug deeper into the box, tossing aside old, dusty items like he was shopping for treasure.

To be frank he was curious too. The Davenports had told little about Douglas’ past before rejoining his family. And maybe this box would hold some juicy secrets.

Kaz dug in deep pushing past through innators and doomsday devices before pulling out a black bag marked with a large, red "DESTROY AS SOON AS POSSIBLE" tag. His eyes sparkled. “Oooh, what’s this? If it says ‘destroy,’ it’s gotta be good!”

Oliver immediately raised his voice. “Kaz, don’t—”

Just as he spoke, the door to the penthouse swung open, and in strode Chase and Donald. Donald was talking to his wife Tasha, assuring her that Leo was with Douglas and that he and Chase had safely arrived.

Chase’s eyes immediately landed on Kaz, and his face scrunched in typical exasperation as he fumbled with his satchel.  

“Kaz!” he shouted, beeling toward him. “ I know that look on your face! Whatever that is you shouldn't be touching it!”

Kaz grinned and shrugged. “Yeah, but like, if it says destroy on it and I find that interesting, that’s like… an invitation, right? Like, maybe I’m doing the owner a favor!”

Chase’s expression darkened and he lunged for the bag. “No, Kaz! That’s literally the opposite of a favor!”

Kaz, now holding the black bag aloft like a prized find, gave it a little shake. “C’mon, Chaser, what’s the worst that could happen~”

“A lot, if you're involved, Super klutz!” Chase fussed.

“Puulease~” Kaz gaufed. “ I can be-”

As if on cue, the bag slipped from Kaz’s hands as they tussled over it, hitting the ground with a muffled thud. Both boys froze for a moment, looking down at the bag.

Then, with a horrifying crack, the object inside shattered into a million glass-like pieces. Which then slid out of the shredded bag.

“Great Job Kazemerias!” Chase proclaimed sarcasm oozing from his voice as he lunged down to pick them up, but the jagged shards glinted dangerously.

“Chase, careful!” Oliver yelled, taking a step forward, but Chase ignored him.

“Get back!” he barked, swatting at Kaz and Oliver who were trying to help, but clearly making things worse in Chase’s mind. 

Donald, who had finished his call with Tasha from the doorway, now stepped forward. His face twisted in mild frustration, but the calm, authoritative edge to his voice cut through the tension. “ That looks like one of Doug's boxes. He's got some really dangerous stuff in storage... I can't imagine he’d let you look-” he stopped himself before continuing. “ No wait he would do that. Well- Oliver I wouldn't expect you to go through someone's private belongings like that. ” 

Oliver muttered a nervous, “Sorry, Mr. Davenport.” and Kaz gasped in annoyance. 

“ The emphasis on the you is really telling Mr. Davenport.”

Chase let out his own indignant huff. “ You made this mess Kaz so I think it’s a well-deserved discrepancy.” 

The glass pieces were still scattered across the floor, glimmering menacingly. Chase let out a sharp hiss of pain and clutched his palm. Blood began to seep from a slit on his hand, from where he’d cut himself while trying to handle the shards. His eyes flashed with frustration and… something else,  as he pressed the wound against his side, not looking at anyone else as he pulled out a pen-like machine from his satchel. Staring at it for a second before shaking his head as if he had escaped a trance, and began fiddling with the device.

“Chase!” Donald’s voice softened, the concern obvious. He quickly strode over, knelt beside him, and examined the cut. “Let me get you a bandage, kid. I've been working on these quick healing strips. This cut is a bit deep but it should help…” He strode off to get the bandages

Kaz scratched his head. “I didn’t mean to break it. Honest. I thought it’d be like… a million dollars or something. Ya know rich people leave stacks of those in random places…”

Oliver awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the floor. “Yeah, I—I didn’t exactly stop him. So... I’m sorry too. We should’ve just put the boxes in Doug’s room like he asked.”

Chase gave a half-hearted glare, wincing as he flexed his palm to examine the cut “ Whatever. I should've been more careful cleaning this mess. God knows you probably would've sliced your finger clean off. ”

Kaz’s face twisted in mock offense. “ Maybe, Chaser…”

“Mm-hmm,” Donald muttered, coming back up with the bandage. He leaned down, applying a glowing blue strip to Chase's palm. It shrunk to the exact parameters of the cut and faded to match his son's skin tone.

“How many trail runs did you test this thing with, Mr. Davenport?” Chase asked, running a finger over it. “ Loads, I've been toying with these for decades and they've been doing amazing in practice these past two years. What I can’t figure out is how to manufacture them at a less expensive cost so they can be sold to distributors and consumers for less” Donald stood up and dusted his hands off. “ These strips can help a lot of people… they’ll pull out bacteria and all kinds of icky stuff out of wounds.”

“And ,Next time Kaz, leave the dangerous stuff alone. That includes whatever that was.” He gestured at the broken pieces, which were nowhere to be seen anymore.

“I, uh... got rid of the pieces with my mini-atomizer,” Chase added sheepishly holding up the pen-like contraption, finally glancing up. “It’s... gone now. Shouldn’t be a problem.”

Kaz eyed the pen, already planning things. “Well, that’s one way to make it disappear, I guess.”

“I swear, you two...” Donald sighed, rubbing his temples. “Just... just go sit down, okay? All three of you and Chase don't mess around too much with the healing strip. Whatever you do, don't get it wet. I haven't figured out water resistance for this particular model yet.” He cast a pointed glance at Kaz and Oliver before leaving them all to sulk quietly.

Kaz and Oliver, both apologized again to Chase, sat down, the atmosphere hanging with a mixture of guilt and awkwardness. Chase went to the Kitchen planning to cook up a five-star meal probably.

Kaz stretched out on the couch, looking unbothered again despite everything. “That was kind of fun, though.”

Oliver shot him a warning look but didn’t respond. Instead, he turned his attention back to the spot where the mysterious black glass had vanished and thought about the mini-atomizer and how he could get his hands on it.

It's def not finished I didn't even write the super slasher-y parts yet. (No ones gonna die) Feel free to critique lowkey