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The three weeks it took for Luke Castellanâs wounds to heal.
Pairing: Luke Castellan x Apollo!Reader
Summary: Luke comes back from his quest defeated and angry, and refuses to let anyone see him. But he still needs tending to. You are the lucky sucker who gets to do so.
Content: post-quest angsty luke, reader is awkward, i use the word underât at one point because i think im shakespeare or some shit
Word Count: 7.6k
Notes: Pushing the agenda that lukes scar is gnarrly like itâs nasty !! not just some faint lil line. the boy was attacked by an actual dragon, like pls. also this hasnât been proofread so sorry if it doesnât make sense
part two
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The spring that Luke Castellan spent on his quest was a strange one for the residents of Camp Half-Blood.
For years, campers knew who to go to whenever they needed advice. When they needed help. They knew who to direct the new campers to when they stumbled over the boundary line â and knew they were in good hands. Lukeâs hands. He was the big brother the whole camp needed, and not just because he was older than most of them. He just had that aura â and he was undoubtedly kind to everyone he came across. Not to mention the guy was insane with a sword, and had this boyish charm that anyone would fall for. Most campers, if not all of them, looked up to Luke Castellan.
So when he left, nobody knew what to do.
It was pretty tame at first, mostly just awkward. Especially in the Hermes cabin, with Chris Rodriguez in charge in his brother's absence. A Hephaestus kid had taken over the sword fighting classes Luke usually ran, which proved to do more harm than good because he wasnât all that great at using a sword than he was at forging them, and most of Lukeâs students were already better than him.
But nothing went wrong â at least for the first week.
But after the initial awkwardness wore off, chaos ensued.
Chris couldnât keep the Hermes kids in check â once they realised he wasnât as authoritative as Luke, they began to use it to their advantage. Everyone got pranked, the camp store was raided three times before Chiron decided to close it down for the meantime and dishwashing duty every night was not slowing them down.
You hadnât realised just how much the camp relied on Luke until he wasnât there to keep things under control. Fights broke out with nobody to step in between them, and more and more kids were showing up to the infirmary with injuries that they could take care of themselves â something Luke wouldâve told them to do instead of bothering you and your siblings. It was actually unbelievable how much a group of about a hundred half-gods relied on the steady hand of one seventeen year old boy.
You couldnât wait until he got back so you could finally get some peace and quiet.
Luke didnât return to camp for two and a half weeks, and as the days went by, campers began to get uneasy. Nobody knew what his quest had entailed, or where he had to go, so the longer they went without news the more antsy people got. You didnât speak to Luke much â maybe a few shared sentences to be polite â but you knew what he was capable of. You tried your best to reassure the campers, as did your brother Lee and the rest of the Cabin Counsellors.
You knew Luke would come back. You knew he would stumble down that hill with his head held high and meet the group of campers waiting for him at the bottom. You knew there would be a celebration, a party, and a lot of kids out past curfew. But you knew Chiron would let it off, because Luke Castellan was back.
Except thatâs not what happened. At all.
It was a warm day, and you were helping some of your younger siblings make friendship bracelets by the lake. Your camp shirt clung to the sweat on your back and you peeled it off with a grimace whenever you stood, straightening out your shorts and checking on the next kid. They seemed happy enough to be in the sun â really, you shouldâve been too. Child of Apollo and all. But apparently your father wasnât feeling the love for you today, because while the rest of your siblings were thriving, you were seconds away from jumping into the lake just to cool down â even if it pissed off the Naiads.
Thankfully, when you stood up once more and looked over the horizon, you saw your brother Aden jogging towards you. You took the opportunity to hide under the shade of the trees by meeting him halfway, and greeted him with a breathless, âHey.â
He spoke your name with a nod and a smile, throwing a thumb over his shoulder, âChiron needs you in the Big House. Looked serious. Iâll take over here.â
âOh, Okay.â You nodded, turning to the kids and telling them youâd be back as soon as you could, before marching your worn converse through the grass and up to where the house sat on the edge of the hill.
Chiron was in the doorway when you reached the porch, sat in wheelchair form and wearing a grim look. You paused, worried. He nodded at you, âThank you for coming on such short notice. Usually I wouldnât do this, butâŚdesperate times. Follow me.â
You followed as he led you down the hall, brows furrowing, âWhat's going on? Is everything okay?â
He looked at you with a serious expression, saying your name lowly, âI need you to ensure that what I am about to tell you will never leave the walls of this house. Nobody needs to know about this until we have deemed it appropriate.â
âOf course.â You said immediately, folding your arms. You werenât so warm anymore. âWhat happened?â
He straightened up, and stared, âLuke Castellan is back from his quest.â
That was not what you expected him to say. Dropping your arms to your side and stepping forward slightly, âWhat? Since when?â
âTen minutes ago, give or take.â He replied, brows in a concerned furrow, âMr D has taken him upstairs. He is injured.â
âRight.â You nodded, âIâll go andââ
âWait, child.â You stopped, one foot on the bottom step of the stairs, looking back at him, âYou must know something.â
Chiron took in a deep breath, eyes glossed over like whatever he was about to say weighed heavily on him, âHe isâŚnot in good condition. On top of his injuries, Luke is unfortunatelyâŚnot in a good state of mind. His quest has affected him, and he requested quite adamantly that nobody should see him until he is ready to see them. I will respect his wishes, of course, but he will still need someone to tend to his wounds. That will be you.â
âMe?â Youâd never shared a full conversation with the guy. Maybe some small talk, a polite smile here and there, but you were hardly acquainted, let alone friendly. You told him this.
âExactly my point.â Was his reply, head held high, âLuke does not want to talk to anyone at the moment, and Iâm sure if any of his friends were to be up there, they would simply coddle him. You, on the other handâŚâ
âIâm a stranger.â You nodded, âOf course. Right. I get that. So, you just want me to patch him up, act like it never happened? I can do that.â
âNot exactly, my child.â
You raised a brow.
âLukeâs injuries are quite extensive. He will need around the clock care until he is healed enough. He will also need someone to bring him food, clean clothes.â
âOh, so you want me to nanny him.â
He chuckled, but it faded just as quickly as it came, âUnfortunately, he needs it.â
You pursed your lips. It didnât seem all that hard â it was just like having any other camper in the infirmary. Only this one, everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting for, and you werenât allowed to tell anyone he was a mere fifty feet away from them, curled up in a bed in the Big House.
No biggie.
i. WEEK ONE
Chiron had ushered you up the steps as soon as your conversation was over, and given you directions to the room Luke was in. Your steps were slow and unsure â youâd never been this far into the Big House before, but Mr D stood idly outside one of the doors lining the second floor hallway, arms crossed and face taut. The floorboards creaked under the weight of your foot when you reached the landing, and he looked up at you.
âHeâs in there.â He pointed to the door in front of him, âCareful, heâs a short fuse right now. All the medical thingamabobs you need are in there already. Keep your mouth shut about this.â
Then he slid past you and down the stairs without another word, and you were left alone in the empty hall. Blinking hard to clear your head, you stood a few measly steps toward the door, stopping just outside of it and leaning your ear against the wood.
Nothing tangible. Mostly just the scraping of wood against the skin of your ear, and once you had stopped moving, there was nothing. No mutters, no bed creaks, not even a sniffle. It unnerves you, but you wrapped a hand around the cold metal of the handle and turned it anyway.
Maybe it was because he had been gone for a while, or maybe it was because you never saw him that much when he was around, but you had to blink away the shock at Lukeâs appearance. Minus the obvious injuries, he just looked different. His skin was tanned and rough, his jaw taut and his hair hanging messily over his forehead, longer bits curling around his ears after going uncut for so long.
He was sitting on the edge of a bed that had been tucked into the corner of the room. There was a window just above it, but a thin curtain had been pulled over it and blocked out the sunlight that was begging to shine on you. The room was dark, but light enough that you could see what you were doing when you walked over to the desk in the other corner and started shuffling through the medical supplies Chiron had left there for you. Not much, but enough for now. You could always get more later.
Turning, you finally made your way over to where Luke was hunched over, staring at nothing. When you entered his line of vision, his dark eyes slid up to yours, and he blinked. Then he sighed, straightened his back and gave you a look that said do what you have to do and then get out.
But you didnât move, not for at least ten seconds. Because while Chiron had told you he was injured extensively, he didnât mention the five inch long scar that ran down the side of his face, cutting through his eye. It was jagged and gnarly, sharp edges carving a path through his skin. It was red all around, and just from looking at it you could tell it needed work. It was fairly new, but he had left it long enough for it to heal over â a thin layer of skin stopping it from bleeding.
He raised his eyebrows at you impatiently, and you nodded, scooting back to the desk and grabbing what you needed before going back to where he sat.
âI, uhâŚI need to get closer.â You were afraid to speak, to break the silence of the room, but you did need to get closer to his face. You waited for him to turn slightly to his left, hitch a leg up on the mattress and face his scar in your direction. Instead, he just slid his legs apart, inviting you to step between them.
And so you did, albeit a little shakily. You didnât know Luke well enough to consider him a friend, but youâd seen enough of him to know that he never acted like this. He was never this quiet â all eyes, slow movements. He was charming, always grinning, always offering a hand. His battle instincts and ADHD made him fidgety like the rest of them, but from where you stood between his thighs, he was as still as a picture. It unnerved you more than the scar on his face did. Youâd seen nasty injuries before, youâd never seen this.
You picked up a gauze, doused it in rubbing alcohol, and started wiping the area. You started on the outskirts, but when you pressed over the edge of the injury, his brows twitched and you let out a weak apology before lessening the grip. You kept your breaths thin and your eyes on your hand, but he wasnât looking at you anyway. He had drifted off again, staring at nothing, and you were scared to break him out of his stupor again.
âHeâs a short fuse.â Mr D had said. But he didnât seem that way right now, sitting back silently and letting you do your work on his face. He wasnât much of anything, if you had to make an assessment. You really wanted to know what happened on his quest, and why he was gone for so long, but you also didnât want to test Mr Dâs words by asking.
âWhat happened?â He didnât say anything, again. You pressed on, âI sort of need to know before I reopen itâŚjust in case somethingââ
âA dragon.â He murmured at once. His voice was rough, like heâd just been screaming. Maybe he had been, and thatâs why Mr D had warned you. But it seemed all his anger had dissipated in the time it took for Chiron to get you and explain the situation. Maybe. âLadon. Poisonous bites.â
So he had been to the Garden of the Hesperides. Presumably to collect some Golden Apples. What for, you didnât know. You werenât going to ask. You just grabbed a scalpel, muttered a quiet, âThis is going to hurt.â, and started cutting down the scar, following its path across his cheek.
Luke hissed hard, not expecting you to dive in so suddenly, and his hand reached out for something to grab. That ended up being your camp shirt, bunching at your waist from where he gripped it between his knuckles. You didnât mind it, but when you put the scalpel down and started to clean the inside of his wound, he adjusted his hand so he was holding the side of your waist instead, eyes clamped shut and feet tapping the wooden floor. You paused momentarily, but you couldnât let him breathe or else it would just hurt more when you went back to work, so you brushed it off and continued your rampage down his face until the whole wound was free of the dirt and grime he had let accumulate inside it while he travelled back to Long Island.
âSorry.â You finally built up the courage to say.
âSâOkay.â He breathed, âMy fault.â
You wiped it over one last time before taping a bandage over the top. You cut it into two bits so he could still see out of his left eye, before stepping back from between his legs and assessing your work. Once you had deemed it good enough, you picked up your supplies and headed back to the desk, feeling Lukeâs hand fall from your side.
âUhââ You really wanted to leave the room now, âI know you probably donât want to talk about it, but how long did you leaveââ
âThree days.â He answered quickly. Chiron had probably already asked him that, and you felt stupid for making him repeat it.
You turned to leave, but then remembered what Chiron had said to you before sending you up to Lukeâs room. You looked at him.
âDo you need anything from your cabin?â You asked, âItâs, uh, kind of my job to get that, if you do.â You turned to face him fully, âOh, and are you hungry? Because I have toââ
âJust some clean clothes, thanks.â He quipped. It wasnât looking like he wanted you around for much longer.
You were quick to leave.
It was hard coming up with an excuse as to why you were stealing clothes from Luke Castellanâs bunk, but you just told them there was a new camper in the Big House and Chiron had run out of spares that morning. They brushed it off, and you ran back up to Luke with the clothes bunched in your arms, and were breathless by the time you dropped them on the bed beside him.
âDid anyone see you?â He asked just as you were about to give him the privacy he needed to change.
You were facing the door when he asked, and turned to answer, but he was already pulling off the marred camp shirt heâd arrived in, revealing his very toned torso. You paused, eyes drifting, but quickly snapped them back up to his awaiting gaze. He didnât seem to care that he was shirtless in front of you, but neither did most boys.
âNo.â You werenât sure how he would react if youâd told him the truth, even though it was harmless. He nodded and started to unbutton his cargos, and you were quick to turn back to the door and yank it open, âOkay, IâllâŚuh, probably be back atâŚlater. Bye.â
The rest of your week was rough to say the least. You had a lot on your plate, and it didnât help when your siblings kept wondering why you were at the Big House three times a day and why you always made a second plate of food at mealtimes. Eventually, it got around that a new camper had arrived, and you were taking care of them. That's when the rumour mill started running.
âI heard they were older, like twenty or something. Apparently theyâre super embarrassed.â
âWell, I heard they were injured super badly on their way into camp, and thatâs why nobodyâs seen them yet.â
âI heard they got violent when Chiron explained the demigod thing and now they have him locked away in the basement!â
So yeah, lots on your plate. You did little to dispel the rumours, not wanting to allude to the truth accidentally, but when you were the only one who knew the truth, it was difficult to hide from those who wanted it too.
But after a few days, you had developed a routine. Wake up, get breakfast, take food to Luke. Check his dressings while he ate and restock your med supplies if needed. Go to whatever task you were running that day, ignore anyone who asked about the new camper, go for lunch. Take lunch to Luke. Check his dressings. Dismiss curious campers. Go to dinner. Take dinner to Luke. Check his dressings. Dismiss curious campers. Lead the campfire sing-along. Check on Luke one more time. Go to bed.
It was a lot, to say the least. But you didnât complain â if you did this top secret doctor work right, Chiron might make you cabin counsellor when your older sister Alina leaves after this summer.
And just as you had, Luke eased into the routine too. Every time you entered his room, with a polite knock, he would be perched on the side of his bed, legs open and inviting.
You wondered if he actually did this for you, or if he just never moved from that position.
Sunday morning was slightly different â as camp activities were more relaxed and you had more time on your hands. You strolled slowly to the Big House after breakfast â rather than your usual sprint so you werenât late to Archery â and knocked politely on the door before cracking it open and heading for the desk. With a plate of food in one hand and a fresh bandage in the other, you made your way over to where Luke sat, readying yourself for another quiet twenty minutes of work. It was quite peaceful, now that youâd gotten used to it. More comfortable, less awkward.
âHi.â
You blinked, almost dropping what you held, but Luke was there to grab the bandage from your hand as your grip loosened in your shock. He attempted a smile, but winced when it pulled at his scar, and chose to nod at you instead.
âUhâŚâ You put the plate down into the bedside table, straightening your shirt, âHi.â
Heâd never said hi before.
He didnât say anything else after that, just let you do what you did, but your mind remained a whirlwind. He said hi. Thatâs a completely normal thing for him to do, and yet you were reeling from it.
Once you had changed his dressings, you headed for the door and allowed him to eat his breakfast. Your hand wrapped around the metal of the handle and turned it, pulling open the wooden door and stepping one foot into the hall before the voice sounded again.
âBye.â
You chuckled this time, not looking back, âBye.â
ii. WEEK TWO
It was an average morning, the blistering sun from last week finally fading and allowing you to walk comfortably outside. You never knew what your dadâs problem with you was last week, but you suspected that it had something to do with the cabin counsellor who slept on the second floor of the Big House with a bandage across his eye.
Like usual, you were heading up the stairs, breakfast plate in hand, ready to give your first checkup of the day. If Luke was healing like he shouldâve been, you wouldnât have to change his dressing at lunch, and you were crossing your fingers that he was.
Pushing the door open with your back, you walked in slowly and headed towards the desk like usual. You grabbed the bandage, made your way over to Luke and put the plate down next to his small lamp. Then you straightened up and put the new bandage under your arm, holding it in place while you moved to unwrap his eye.
Before you could, however, Luke was pulling the bandage from where it was trapped against your ribcage and held it in his own hands. You looked at him, and he gave you a weak smile, âThought itâd be easier if I held it for you.â
You murmured out a thanks and smiled at him, keeping it there even as you peeled back the old dressings and revealed his still healing scar. Usually, it wouldnât take this long for a demigod wound to heal itself, but because Luke had gone so long without nectar or ambrosia â or any form of medical help, that is â it was in worse condition. You had to scrape out the infected skin from it a few days back, and it left Luke blinking hard to try and hide the tears.
Nowadays he seemed to be better â not as broody as he seemed last week. But you always caught him drifting off, staring at nothing. You wondered if he was reliving it, asking himself what wouldâve changed had he done it differently. Your guess? Not much â youâd read up on Ladon the dragon after finding out it was he who caused Lukeâs pain, just in case there was something you needed to know before starting the healing process. He was vicious, not even Hercules could get past him. And while Luke was the best swordsman camp had seen in three centuries, even he would struggle going at Ladon alone.
Once you had redressed his face, you stepped back like you always did, your footfalls sounding out the same metronome as they did three times a day. You wondered if you would wear a mark into the floor from your constant repeating path â door to the desk, desk to the bed, bed to the door. You briefly thought that wouldnât be possible, something like that would take years to indent, but then you looked back at Luke â his forlorn expression, the bandage across his eye and the bags underât â and wondered how long it would be before he could build the courage to stand up from the bed, return to a camp that relied so heavily on his skill set, and take the weight of his failure with him.
He pulled the plate onto his lap and you donât think youâve ever seen someone look so sad while stuffing their face with bacon.
âHey, uh ââ You started, hand on the doorframe in an attempt to look casual. You couldnât just leave him like that, right? âDo youâŚknow â uh, know where the spare practising swords are kept?â A measly excuse, but it had him looking at you again.
He swallowed his food before speaking, âThe wooden ones are in these old boxes in the back of weapon storage, but I think the celestial bronze ones are kept in the Hephaestus cabin now.â
You nodded, tapping your hand against the wood. That didnât work in the way you wanted it to, but you werenât going to force it. So you turned, went to open the door and leave â
âWhy?â
Nevermind!
You whirled around â not too eagerly! You didnât want to scare him off, now â âOh! Uh, some Ares kid snapped one in half the other day, we needed a replacement.â
Luke nodded. Shit, say something else. Get him talking!
âOdd weather weâve been having.â
What?
His lips parted, and he had the gall to look amused, âReally? I hadnât noticed.â
âOh, yeah.â You breathed, humiliated. You pressed your lips together, ready to give up, until a thought came to you, âHey, you havenât been outside in, like, a week.â
Luke nodded, shadows falling across his face like the mere mention of the fact that he hadnât been outside was a painful reminder of his circumstances, âYeah, I, uh, donât think I want anyone to know that Iâm back yet. Not until Iâm healed, yâknow?â
You knew. You also knew that probably wasnât the only reason he refused to let anyone know he was safe in the Big House, but you didnât say that.
âRight, but ââ A breathy chuckle, âYou need, like, sunlight. Fresh air.â
âI donât wanna risk it.â
âOk.â And that was that. You said goodbye, left him to his own devices, and didnât mention the sun thing again for two days.
It was on Wednesday that you finally gave in. Now that youâd put the thought in your own head, you kept noticing the effects that being cooped indoors was having on Luke. His skin, once tanned and glistening under the sun, was paling by the hour. He winced whenever he had to straighten his back, and even though his scar was healing nicely, he seemed to be more sensitive to the pain of it than he was a week earlier.
So on Tuesday night you formed a plan, and on Wednesday morning at breakfast you put it into action. It started with asking Lee â ever so casually, of course â what the activities schedule was looking like. He started yapping about their cabin, and you waited patiently for him to bring up the Amphitheatre. Then, when he said the Apollo kids were training at two, you said â
âI thought we trained at twelve on Wednesdays?â
âNo, thatâs Ares and Hephaestus.â
âOh, but donât they train at four?â
âNo, Hermes and Athena train at four.â
âThen who trains at ten?â
âNobody.â
Bingo.
Luke was halfway through pulling on a pair of shorts when you burst into the room. He jumped, yanking them up the rest of the way before turning to look at you â his face was a mix of shock and unbridled anger until he realised it was you, then it softened into something calmer. But you saw him, even for just a split second, and the animosity in his gaze made you take a quiet step back. It was fearful almost â youâd seen him annoyed, irritated. Youâd even bore witness to the Carden Cross Hot Cross Bun Incident of 2002,
(Carden Cross was this fifteen year old Ares kid. He threw one too many hot cross buns at the Aphrodite table and a then-sixteen-year-old Luke had wrung him out in front of everyone.
Nobody had ever heard Luke raise his voice like that, and Carden avoided everyone for a week straight).
but you had never seen such indignation in his gaze. It was gone in a flash, and you couldâve told yourself it was never there, but it was. You were hit with the humbling realisation that whatever Luke had gone through on his quest was more damaging than you could ever imagine, and no amount of fresh air would change him back to who he was before.
That saddened you, but then you realised he was shirtless again and all morbid thoughts went straight out the window. You grinned at him, âSorry. But we donât have a lot of time.â
He stared at you, then at your hands that were empty of breakfast food or bandages, and asked, âTime for what?â
âFor some fresh air!â You sang, throwing in some jazz hands as if they would wipe the hesitant frown that had graced his features, âPut some shoes on, letâs go!â
He said your name softly, âI canât go outside.â
You straightened up from where you had leaned dramatically into the room and sent him a blank look, eyes still sparkling, âYou can. I checked the schedule, the Amphitheatre is free from ten till twelve and it is currentlyâŚnine forty-five. If we hurry, weâll miss the post-breakfast rush.â
Luke looked a little more at ease now, but he made no move to put his shoes on. His body twitched like he was thinking about it, but when he couldnât come up with a valid excuse to get out of it, he sighed and nodded, âAlright. Doctors orders, I guess.â
âAwesome.â You smiled, âIâll let you get ready.â
It took some convincing, even after youâd gotten him to follow you down the stairs, to get him out the door. But a few firm words (and a couple of threats) and he was basking in the morning sunlight just as youâd planned.
Well â more like squinting painfully. Turns out, after a week and a half in a dark room, it takes a minute to get used to the sunlight again. You ensured nobody was around and took the long way to the Ampitheatre, letting out a content sigh when you knew you were away from prying eyes. Luke seemed more relaxed already, and you could practically see his muscles getting looser.
âDamn.â He muttered, hand over his eyes, âI needed this.â
âYeah.â You spoke over an unattractive snort, âIâm an Apollo kid, I know a Vitamin D deficiency when Iâm looking at one.â
âAlright.â He rolled his eyes at you, amused, and moved towards the steps. He climbed up two before turning and sitting, leaning back on his elbows and blinking at the sky, âThink your dad made it extra sunny just for me?â
âProbably.â You smiled, standing in front of him â but still making sure you werenât blocking the sun from his face. âAfter some convincing from your dad.â
Lukeâs smile faded. His eyes remained closed but his hands tightened into loose fists, âI donât think so.â
Now you were desperate to change the subject. Your eyes darted to the wall, and the rack of swords sitting in its usual spot, âHey, wanna swing some bronze?â
âGods.â He let out a rough laugh, and you grinned in satisfaction, âSwinging Bronze. Havenât heard that in a while.â
You nodded, glad he was back to being somewhat happy, âWe thought we were so cool.â
âWe thought itâd catch on.â
You shared a laugh, and Luke peeked an eye open, looking at you, âHow come we were never friends back then?â
A meek shrug, âWe werenât really friends until a couple of days ago. That's if you even count us as that now.â
He just kept looking at you, and his gaze burned into your skin. You stepped back, closer to the middle of the arena space, âWe never really spoke.â
He looked at you as if he was thinking hard about what you said, and what he was gonna say next. Apparently he came up short, because seconds later he was clicking his tongue and pushing himself up, joining you in the middle of the arena, âAlright. Letâs swing some bronze.â
You let out a shaky breath, nodding. This was going well. He was outside, he was laughing, he was about to pick up a sword for the first time since heâd angrily thrown his own at the porch of the Big House when he got back a week and a half ago.
He handed you a wooden practice sword, and you raised a brow. Usually the wooden ones were for first-timers, or younger kids. He shrugged, you let it go.
Despite the fact that you and Luke had been at camp together for five years, youâd never actually gone one-on-one in a sword fight with him. It was rare that Apollo and Hermes were paired together for activities, since they were the two highest populated cabins, but even when Luke was running the practice he always picked the people he knew the best for demonstrations. You lingered at the back, watching.
So you were slightly nervous, but you also didnât want to show it. Sure, on any normal day Luke would reassure you with kind eyes and that Luke Castellan Smile, but he wasnât exactly himself right now. You swallowed down your nerves, matched his stance, and swung.
Best Sword Fighter in Three Hundred Years â not an exaggeration. His moves were swift, calculated, and he stayed calm the entire time. It was as if he knew everything you were going to do before you did it, and had three counterattacks on the back burner for when you would strike. Your swords clashed every time you made a move and suddenly you realised why he wanted you to use wooden swords â the clang of wood was a lot quieter than the clang of bronze, it was less likely anyone would hear you fighting. It made sense, but you couldnât focus on that when he was practically parrying your thoughts with sweat dripping down his temple.
You held your own, though. You were quite impressed with yourself when you blocked his swipes and sidestepped his jabs. It was making him groan in frustration, and the edges of your mouth perked up. You didnât realise how good you were at this.
Then Luke stumbled. He grunted, righted himself, and swung again. You blocked it, and he steadied his shoulders. You slowed, focusing on the way he heaved for breath, taking in gulps of air, while you were hardly breaking a sweat. The way he kept readjusting his grip on the hilt of his sword, and how his fingers shook on his free hand. He went for you again and you sidestepped him, making him trip up. He didnât fall, but he did let out a long angry groan at his mistake, throwing the sword to the ground in frustration.
You flinched, âLuke.â
âThis was a bad idea.â He snapped. He wasnât looking at you, pacing up and down with his hands in his hair. âWhat the fuck is wrong with me?â
âYouâre still recovering ââ You tried to reason, but he wasnât listening to you.
âIâm the best damn swordsman this camp has ever seen. What the fuck is wrong with me? Why canât I do this? Why ââ
âLuke.â You stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked at you, âItâs okay.â
âNo itâs not.â He gritted through his teeth, âI fail one quest and suddenly I canât do anything anymore? Yeah, thatâs typical.â
You shook your head, âYou just need time to get better.â
âI was better! Better than everyone else here, I ââ He paused, a faraway look in his eyes that unnerved you for a second before he was looking at you again, âI can hear people.â
You perked your ears up. He was right, you could hear the chatter of camp if you listened carefully enough â but it wasnât anything to worry about. They were all doing their own tasks, far away from where they were. If someone was coming, it would be more clear. You told him that, but he shook his head.
âI need to go back. This was a bad idea.â
âHey, itâs okay, we can go ââ
âNo, not we. Me.â He said firmly, a hard look in his gaze that he didnât have before, âIâm going back. Youâre staying here. And Iâm never going anywhere with you again.â
iii. WEEK THREE
You hadnât seen him in five days.
Chiron had pulled you out of Archery to ask about Luke â and why he had seen him storm angrily back into his room and lock the door. You just told him you thought it was best for him to find someone else to take care of him for the time being. You didnât think Luke would want to see you again, ever.
All you wanted was for him to be his old self again. The guy you always saw helping out someone else with a smile on his face, the one who made others laugh and laughed with them. The one who waved at anyone who waved at him. The one who was completely oblivious to the flirting and just thought they were being friendly. The Luke Castellan who everyone gushed about, who everyone loved.
That man up there, with the scar on his face and the look in his eye, wasn't Luke Castellan. And maybe he never would be again, not completely. But he could come close â he could still smile, he could still laugh.
But youâd fucked all that up just by bringing him outside.
You didnât know who Chiron had asked to replace you, because you never saw anyone else get up after breakfast with an extra plate. You didnât see anyone sneaking out of the Hermes cabin with a pile of clothes. You stood in the fields for hours a day, watching those thin curtains stand stiff at the window, never to open. You thought youâd seen a shadow, but maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you.
The weekend came and went, and you spent the whole time worrying about Luke. Did this new person know that he preferred fatty bacon? Did they know that he liked keeping the curtains closed? Or would they just bring him a plate of pancakes? Ask him too many questions about his quest? Your mind whirred â would they make him worse?
No. Thatâs not what you were scared of.
Would they make him better?
Would they understand him more than you did? Would they coerce more words out of him? Would they even need to coerce him, or would he be comfortable holding a conversation with them no problem? What if he was better now than he ever had been with you?
You flinched when your name was called. Looking up from the bracelet you were crafting with some younger kids and meeting the eyes of Dionysus, âSir.â
âOur, uh, special guest is requesting your presence.â He said with a stupid look on his face, âSo get off your ass and get up there, I canât stand his whining any longer.â
You did as asked with a slight roll of your eyes that made the six year old who was next to you giggle into their hands. It brought a grin to your otherwise down expression, unsure of what Luke wanted to say to you.
The room was dark when you cracked the door open â there was no response after you knocked, but you could hear him shuffling inside, so you went ahead and opened it an inch. It was a lot darker than it used to be â or maybe you too had gotten used to the shade after spending so much time there.
You pushed it open more, and there he was, in his usual spot on the edge of the bed. Head down, hands fiddling with something by his eye. He was muttering in frustration, and you stepped into the room in concern. The floor creaked, he looked up, and you gasped.
The side of his face where his scar sat was red with blood â you almost missed the bandage he was attempting to tie around it because it had been stained pink. His fingers were shaking and he pursed his trembling lips at you, âI canât do it.â
You surged forward, immediately taking the fabric from his hands. He let them drop into his lap as you peeled it back and looked at the damage. You winced â not as bad as the blood had made it seem, but bad enough. The wound had reopened at the top, and the blood was dripping into his eye and along the curve of his jaw.
It took a few panicky minutes, but eventually the bleeding had stopped, Lukeâs face was clean of blood, and you were staring at him in shock, your own fingers still red from the damage. He was avoiding your eyes, the only other thing heâd said to you being a strained thank you when you had stepped back.
âWhat ââ You were at a loss.
âI tried to change them myself.â He shrugged, picking at his fingernails, still not looking at you. âIâd watched you do it so many times, I figured I had it handled. Apparently I didnât, because I woke up and it was freakinâ bleeding everywhere.â
âOh, Luke.â You breathed, âWhy didnât you wait for someone to help you?â
âYou never came back.â He said like it was obvious.
âWhat â so youâve been doing this yourself for five days?â You asked, a shocked exclamation, âChiron never sent someone else to help you?â
âHe asked me who I wanted,â He shrugged, âI said you. You werenât an option, so I did it myself.â
âYou said ââ
âI know what I said, alright?â He stressed, head in his hands now, âIt was stupid. I was angry, hurt, whatever. It was at myself, but I took it out on you. Iâm sorry. I donât â â His voice cracked, âI donât know whatâs happening to me.â
âLuke.â You murmured. You took a step closer, kneeled before him, and gently pried his hands away from his eyes so he would look at you. His expression was soâŚsad. So distraught. âWhat happened on your quest?â
And he told you everything.
iv. THE AFTER
Luke was ashamed to admit it â but he had no idea what your name was when you started looking after him.
Sure, heâd seen you around. You were one of the Apollo kids who spent more time in the infirmary than on the archery fields, but he was too good at his job to get injured. Hence why he didnât know your name. He knew your face, he smiled at you and you would smile back. He was friendly with your brother, Lee. But that was about it.
Thatâs what made it so perfect.
You wouldnât ask him about his quest. You wouldnât try your hardest to get him to open up. You would do your job, and leave him to mope. That was all he wanted.
Until he learned your name.
And just from glancing at your smile â all awkward and nervous as you introduced yourself â he knew he wanted to be near you. He knew you were the type of person he could sit in silence with and walk away from it with a happy memory.
He thought he knew enough about you to determine who you were to him (a stranger). But he didnât know your name, your voice, he didnât know your touch or your smile â the real one you give when someone truly makes you laugh. Not the one he thought he knew.
He stood stiffly on the porch of the Big House â three weeks was all it took before Mr D was kicking him out, telling him to get a grip and face the music. Luke was ready; physically. His scar was nothing but that â a memory, faded into his skin forever. There was no other reason for him to keep himself hidden other than the fact that he wanted to. If it was up to him, nobody would ever bear the burden of seeing him ever again.
For weeks he told himself that his quest was pointless. He screamed it at the gods, at Chiron, at you. He cursed his dad every night for sending him on a path to failure and not even acknowledging it. He cursed himself for ruining the first chance he had at gaining his fathers pride in seventeen years â he sat in the dark, fists clenched, and asked himself what it was all for.
The five years on the run, the endless monster attacks, the relentless training, the offerings, the prayers. Would his life be any better had he just let that first monster kill him?
No. Because he wouldnât have met Thalia, or Annabeth. He wouldnât have seen the brighter side of being a halfblood â he wouldnât have met his siblings, he wouldnât have found his calling. He wouldnât have experienced the joy of helping a new camper, of being the guiding hand he never got to hold.
But what of his quest? His mission for his father brought nothing but pain â a pointless trip, a humiliating failure, a deep jagged scar. For weeks he asked himself why he was given the quest in the first place, and for years to come he will question himself each and every day.
But each and every day he asks himself what the gods had ever given him, he would be reminded of the day he learnt your name. And he would tell himself had he not taken that trip, had he not fallen to Ladon, he never would have felt the searing touch of your fingertips on his skin.
So maybe it was worth it after all.
He stepped off the porch.
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Deal of Lust (Im Nayeon x M!Reader)
Remastered version of my first smut because it SUCKS. (I'll give Nayeon a new smut ... eventually ... maybe)
Word Count: 1,309

Walking into school you walked around with caution making sure you didn't bump into a certain someone.
You were almost to your first period class but before you reached it you were grabbed and brought into an empty classroom.
"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were trying to avoid me."
"What no, I'm just really tired."
"Mhm, Anyways Y/N I trust you did my pre-calculus work."
"Actually I was studying for my exam last night so I wasn't able to finish it."
"You piece of shit!"
Nayeon smacked you and you fell to the floor. She grabbed you by your hair and lifted your head up.
"It's due today. Since you didn't finish it your going to pay."
Nayeon was about to hit you and you raised your hand in order to block her punch but before she hit you the sound of the doorknob twisting made Nayeon let go of you.
"Is there someone in here?"
The person who stepped through the door was the president of student council Park Jihyo.
"Oh Y/N you're so clumsy you have to stop falling down." Nayeon started caressing your face and helped you stand up.
"What are you guys doing in here?"
"Me and Y/N wanted to study on our own so we came in here. We were just about to leave but Y/N tripped and fell to the floor."
"Is this true Y/N."
You looked at Jihyo wanting to tell the truth but when you turned to look at Nayeon she gave you a "I'll kill you if you tell her." look.
"Yeah, I fell down I'm kinda clumsy like that."
"Okay well you guys can't be in a classroom without a teacher present so I'm advising you guys to go to the library if you want to study."
"Understood president Park, it won't happen again. Right Y/N?"
"R-right."
Once you all left the room Nayeon waited for Jihyo to be out of sight before she spoke to you.
"You're lucky she came in when she did. Have my homework done by 5th period or you'll regret it, got that?"
"Yes Nayeon."
She turned around and walked to her first period class leaving you in the hallway.
"Damn it why do I let myself get pushed around by her?"
Im Nayeon was the popular girl in school. Even saying that is an understatement she is what many saw as the person every student should aspire to be like. However you're the only one who knows the "real" Nayeon.
Once she realized you were the highest performing in school she started bullying you into doing her work and giving her test answers. She used the threat of beating your ass to keep you in check.
Reporting her would do nothing as everyone including staff had a false view of her and wouldn't take you seriously so you never bothered to do so.
You really wanted to finish her homework to avoid being punished but you were busy in every class. 1st period you had the exam you were studying for last night, 2nd period you had to work on a lab, 3rd period you were working on a project, and 4th period you had to help your art teacher set up for an after school event in the gym.
As the bell for fifth period came you tried to get to your class as fast as possible before Nayeon could find you. You settled for the longer path to your class assuming that Nayeon would assume you would take the shorter path to get to your class quicker.
However you didn't anticipate that she would correctly guess your actions and you saw her standing in the hallway as you turned the corner. "Oh shit!"
You tried turning around to run but before you could Nayeon grabbed you and brought you into the janitors closet.
"Where's my homework loser?"
"I don't have it!"
"Is that so? You know what happens now."
"No wait Nayeon please I'll do anything! Just please don't hit me."
"Anything I want?"
"Yes! Anything, just please don't hit me."
Nayeon grabbed your chin and made you face her. Laying your eyes on her you felt as if her demeanor changed from the one that was present just a moment earlier.
"You know Y/N there is one way you could make it up to me."
She put her fingers on the waistband of her pants and pulled her pants down.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
Once her pants were all the way down you noticed her pink pantie she was wearing but quickly averted your eyes.
"What's wrong Y/N? Do you not like what you see?"
You were unable to say to get words out of your mouth but eventually you were able to muster out a sentence "Please put your clothes back on."
"Don't be such a baby Y/N. Now look at me or I'll punish you."
Turning around to look at Nayeon you tried your best to focus on her face but you couldn't help yourself from trying to get a quick glance at her pantie.
"Go on Y/N stare at my clothed pussy." She put her finger inside her pantie and started to finger herself.
You watched her finger herself and felt your cock grow.
"Y/N if you fuck my pussy everyday then I'll stop bullying you."
"R-really?" You were surprised that her compromise was really lewd.
"Is that a yes or should I beat your face in now?"
Well who were you to deny her?
Walking up to Nayeon you pushed her to the wall and lowered yourself so you were facing her pantie.
"Go on give yourself a better view Y/N."
Putting your fingers on her pantie and dragging it down you got a clear view of Nayeon's wet pussy. Without hesitation you inserted your tongue into her pussy. She let out loud moans but covered her mouth quickly as to not draw attention to the closet both of you were in.
"Gah ~ ah ~ ah"
Hearing the noises coming from her made you want to go faster. You lapped every single inch of her pussy you could get your tongue on.
Nayeon took her shirt off and made quick work of her bra. Her breasts were now out in full display. She started to pinch and twist her nipples for further stimulation.
Pulling out of her sweet pussy you went up and kissed her letting her get a taste of herself. "Mhm ~ you're such a good kisser Y/N."
You reached for her pussy with your fingers and fingered Nayeon. She moaned into your mouth and you decided to explore her mouth with your tongue.
Nayeon felt overstimulated from everything she was experiencing and ended up cumming all over your fingers. So much cum came out that some dripped onto the floor.
"Agh ~ Y/N ... so ... good."
You licked the fluid she sprayed on your fingers: licking every last drop. "Do I taste good Y/N?"
"Yes Nayeon you taste amazing."
"Lucky for you you'll be able to taste this every day."
....
"Should we leave?"
"Probably not school staff is likely roaming the hallways looking for us since we haven't reported to our fifth period."
"So what now Nayeon?"
"We could just fuck until sixth period."
No words needed to be exchanged for her to know that you wanted to take her up on that offer.
The janitors closet was once again filled with moans for the rest of the period.
...
Jihyo was making her way to the bathroom and was passing by the janitors closet when she heard a moan. It was low but loud enough for her to hear.
She slowly crept towards it and laid on the floor to look inside from the crack under the door.
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I prefer this over what I wrote originally. I'd like to think I've improved since I started writing and hopefully that continues.
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ę° ë§íŹ ęą ââ cherry beer đĽ synopsis. . . mark would've never guessed that he'd spend his free time on some college party making out with a pretty girl


đđđđ ë§íŹ ďź reader á¸á¸ college au suggestive ⥠⢠. making out drinking mark loves ass now is playing! . . cherry bomb by nct 127
đđđđ đđđđ đŠ. im so obsessed with mark the past week guys this is getting out of hand so i had to write it. also not proofread and everything is happening super fast in this im sorry lol
mark wasn't used to be in a place like this, he wasn't a party typa guy at all to say at least, but there he was. he could spend friday night to study and maybe produce something for his next class, but his friends wanted him to go to that frat party so bad, they were annoying him for the whole week. now he was sitting on the couch, his ears hurting from the shitty music those frat guys were playing, couple that sat right next to him were touching each other and he almost spilled his drink on him. fucking perfect.
"hey, why are you here?" donghyuck comes to him from behind, wrapping a hand around his friends shoulder. why the fuck is he asking that, he was literally the one who drugged him there and then left to go get drunk with some girls that won't even look ar him for once. mark was annoyed. he could be in his room, watching new episode of his favorite show, but no. it was all donghyuck and jisung's fault.
"because you left me to get some pussy?" mark rolled his eyes, running a hand through his hair when he stood up. he followed donghyuk even if he was mad at him, there was nothing else to do at that shitty party anyway.
"hold on a minute, you were the one who said you'd be somewhere in the house not wanting to talk to girlsâŚ"
"because they do not care about you or me. dude, you seriously think those girls, looking like they just came from 'mean girls' movie would care about you?" mark chuckles at his friend's naivety. that was just stupid of him thinking that they care. "have you seen how they were all over jeno? and now they're probably having a threesome or something.."
"gosh, why are you like that?"
"like what? not blind of someone's pretty facade that they built just to get rid of the nerds like us?" mark leaned back on the wall when they got outside, breathing deeply. fresh air helped him feel better, he wasn't feeling that bad now after he finally left that crowded room that smells like alcohol and sweat. nasty.
"you're too serious," donghyuck took a sip from his drink and waved him off before he walked away. mark saw jisung smoking at the backyard with some stoner guys from the campus he saw before a few times. obviously hyuck went there to get high like it would bring some fun into this event.
mark was staring at his phone, scrolling through his discord chat with other friends, seeing they were playing minecraft. he would play it too if he wasn't there. he couldn't leave this house without hyuck and jisung though, he wasn't a shitty friend after all. they were drunk and high and he didn't want anything to happen to them.
he didn't hear when the door opened and only when someone quite literally bumped into him and almost fell, he saw you. his phone almost slipped from his hand, but that didn't matter now. mark's hands quickly wrapped around your waist, holding you in place so you wouldn't fall on the ground. "yo, are you alright?"
"yeah, thanks." you nodded, looking up to see who saved you from falling. trying your best to get your hair out of your face, you saw mark. you knew him because you shared one class together when you both were on your freshman year, after that you were only looking at him from time to time at campus. or in cafeteria. or when he was ordering his coffee in the morning before classes at the same coffee shop you always went to. "im bad at drinking, had one fucking beer and can't stand straight already.."
"why did you drink then?" mark asked. his hands still were on your waist, holding you in place with a gentle grip. he looked at you, searching your face and eyes, something about you were super familiar but he couldn't quite understand what. like he saw you somewhere before. and you were pretty. mark's gaze dropped to your lips, lip gloss looked so shiny he was wondering how'd it taste and how'd your lips look all swollen and messy⌠what the hell? why was he thinking with his dick right now, that's not mark lee. something about you just brought this side of him out and he couldn't help it. so stupid.
"because this party is fucking boring!" you rolled your eyes as you heard mark's question. in all honesty you came to this party to have fun and relax after a stressful week of studies and maybe hookup with someone, but music was shitty, guys were ugly and your friends decided to get high for some reason and you weren't feeling like it. you drank one cherry flavored beer and since you're not good with alcohol, it was enough for you to go outside to get some fresh air before you could've done or said anything weird that you'd regret later. "aren't you bored, mark? that's why you're outside, yeah?"
"how do you know my name?" mark's eyes widened slightly, now he tried so hard to remember where he could possibly see you that you even know his name. you. hot girl in those fucking jeans that were hugging your ass perfectly and low cut top, he felt like he was in some teenage movie where a popular cheerleader girl allowed a nerd like him to touch her and there'd be happy ending where they ended up together or something. some stupid shit his cousin would probably watch.
"we had art class together a few years ago, you sat right infront of me and i couldn't see half of the desk because of your big head," you explained, standing straight and making sure your hair and outfit looked presentable. even though you weren't about to fall anymore, you didn't want to escape from mark's grip on your waist. you didn't want him to let go either, it also seemed like he forgot that he was touching you.
"oh! sorry dude, my bad.. um," he finally let go of your waist, making you pout slightly which he didn't notice. his hand comes to the back of his neck as he rubs it awkwardly. "how'd you still remember me?"
"can't say i didn't like that big head of yours covering the view, so i asked your friend⌠ugh, what's his name?" you genuinely couldn't remember the name of the guy that you asked for mark's name. he looked like he was about to cry back then when you came up to him. "the emo looking kid."
"jisung."
"i guess? whatever. i asked him for your name, poor boy looked like he was about to piss himself." you both chuckle.
"wait, you asked for my name? why?"
"you're cute," you shrugged, looking up at him. the distance between you two was small, you could smell the mix of perfume and alcohol coming from him, his hair looked soft and the only thing you wanted to do right now was run your hands through it while you kiss him, leaving him all breathless and shy. "the reason why i haven't talked to you since then is because i thought you were too busy studying.."
"too busy for what?" mark interrupted you, his cheeks now flashed slight red as he noticed your gaze on him. and when you called him cute.. he just had to believe you, there was no sign that you were lying or anything like that, he thought you'd never make fun of him too. just felt right.
"dating? fucking? not sure."
"you wanted to fuck me?!" mark was shocked, he almost yelled so you had to cover his mouth with your hand to shut him up so nobody would look at you two.
"shut up, idiot. gosh, why are you so pathetic, that's hot.." you truly didn't mean for the second sentence to come out of your mouth, but by the look in mark's eyes you could tell he was more shocked and confused now. you put your hand down, clearing your throat as you looked away. "still do, by the way."
"what?"
"still wanna fuck you, mark."
oh, he wasn't expecting that. what was he supposed to do? or say? maybe he just needs to shut up and stay there quietly and wait before you say something? there was a lot of thoughts in his head, gaze flicking from your face to your boobs. yeah, he was still thinking with his dick.
"wanna make out?"
"what?!"
"are you deaf or something?" you rolled your eyes at him once again, turning your head to look at him and wait for his answer. yeah, you liked mark. he was cute, awkward and oh damn you loved nerds and he was the hot one, obviously you wanted to make out because you were at this party for that at the first place. and you were a little drunk, so why not? "if you won't answer i'll just kiss you.."
"i want to," mark swallowed hard, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before looking down at you. "what do i do?"
"oh my god, mark! have you ever kissed a girl in your life?" one of your hands wrapped around his shoulder while other comes to the back of his neck to bring his face closer to yours. you couldn't wait, your mouth quickly covering his, tasting a strong taste of beer on his lips. mark closed his eyes, standing there and letting you do all the work. he didn't even know where to put his hands, honestly. he was afraid you wouldn't like him touching you even though you two were kissing. and he still couldn't remember your name. fuck.
you pulled away, taking a breath before smiling at him. your smile was so pretty, mark could've sworn he almost faint. "you can touch me, i can tell you want to touch my ass."
"are you s-serious?"
"cute." was the only thing you've said when you pulled him for another kiss. the hand on his shoulder slipped down his arm and you brought his hand to your ass, mark's eyes widened and he almost moaned into the kiss, opening his mouth slightly more so you could slide your tongue inside. the wet sound of your messy kiss was making mark's head spin, his other hand moving up to your waist as he pressed his back to the house's wall. the contrast between your hot body, warm lips against his and the coldness against his back was definitely doing something to him.
mark felt kinda bad though. he liked kissing you, liked knowing that you were attracted to him, who wouldn't be happy if they were him? you â pretty girl from his university, hot as fuck as we speak, were attracted to some nerd like him? what a fucking win. he loved touching your ass too, it just felt right. so soft comparing to the rough fabric of your jeans, fits perfectly in his hand. but he still couldn't remember your name. he didn't want to become one of those jerks who's fucking a cute girl without even knowing her name and then leaving. yeah, you two weren't even fucking, but kissing you was nice and he liked that cherry beer flavor on your tongue when you licked his lower lip. so fucking hot.
he couldn't believe a girl like you could possibly like someone like him and that was one of the reasons why he didn't want to let go without remembering who you were. he wanted to take on a date? yeah. date you? maybe. damn, he doesn't even know you, but for him that was literally the last thing that matters right now. your lips were soft, the way your hands run through his hair and pulled them slightly⌠oh shit. when he felt your lips on his neck, teeth rubbing his gentle skin slightly as you pressed more kisses down his neck, mark was gone. down bad. in that moment he was pretty sure he wanted you all to himself and that right now he was the luckiest man alive.
"what's your name?" he choked out between kisses you shared, eyes still closed and his hand still squeezing your ass. you chuckled, finding his behavior adorable.
"y/n."
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A Crown Of Ink : Chapter 9 - Death
summary : maybe it is time for reader to move on from patterns that are now useless and reconsider things
content warnings : some angst, then some comfort, then more angst, then more comfort, some crude language an mentions of harassment
word count : 6.1k
author's note : okay i think i might write my old bg3 requests still sitting in my inbox after this but!!!! im excited to write the next chap
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You had spent your Saturday recovering, not without frustration. It was a waste of time, you thought. You could have taken advantage of a day without any classes or work like that to study and make more progress, but Selene had come to visit you, worried.
She officially met Sky, who had always admired her since her first lessons with her. Selene had come to your bedside, placing a gentle hand on your forehead for a moment, then letting it slide down to your warm cheek. She sighed, familiar with your overworking habits.
She asked Sky about your night, about the prescribed treatment, and Selene couldn't help but exchange a knowing glance with you when Viktor was mentioned, especially for such chivalrous deeds. She smiled a playful âsee, I told you soâ which made you pull your cover over your head in annoyance.
When she left, Sky came back to you, bringing you a chicken broth to restore your health, which she hoped you'd consume to the last drop.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this and calling them, calling him. But..." She sighed, watching you finally eat something with relief. "You were working yourself to death, and with such a pace, you probably wouldn't have been able to pass the exams at all if you'd kept going."
You swallowed your mouthful with difficulty, a small knot of shame and regret tightening it. You'd been so obsessed, so fixated on outdoing yourself and winning back your number one spot from Viktor that you'd become nothing more than an information-gobbling machine.
You didn't even need it, you'd just decided to get ahead on the next year's syllabus in the hope of impressing in the papers and showing your dedication. How could you be so stupid?Â
"Your state was deteriorating visibly..." Sky reflected, looking down at her hands before only meeting your gaze for a moment. "You really scared me, you know."
Your heart split in two. You placed your lunch tray on your bedside table, taking Sky's hands in yours and seeking her gaze despite her bowed head.
"Hey," you murmured in your tired voice as you smiled softly at her when she looked back at you. "You did the right thing, Sky. Without you..." you sighed, thinking back on your stupidity, "I don't know where I'd be right now. This was going to eat me alive until there would be nothing left of me but a white chalk outline on my desk."
She smiled softly, squeezing your hands. Her eyes glistened, her chin trembling slightly as she took off her glasses.
"Oh, Sky..." You pulled her into your arms, holding her close. "I'm sorry."
You couldn't imagine how tired she must have been, seeing you wasting away like that, not listening to her, not hearing her. She had her own revisions, her own things to do, and you had made your problem hers.
You could feel her forehead wrinkling, her hands trembling slightly around you as she twitched.
Since when did you become such an important part of someone's life that they cared that much about you?
What would have happened if, for one more year, you'd never had a flatmate? And if that flatmate hadn't been Sky, would she have had even an ounce of patience like your friend?
You'd fucked up and nearly gone off the deep end, and Sky had done everything she could to avoid it.
"I promise you to never do that again," you vowed, pulling away from her to run your thumb over her cheek and wipe away the tears. "Please, don't cry on me. Cry on... I don't know, Heimerdinger's hairstylist."
Don't cry for me, I'm not worth a waste of tears, not yours.
She laughed nervously, her eyes going to the ceiling. "I don't know why I'm crying, really, this is..." she sniffed, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, "this is stupid."
"No, it's not," you smiled, "It's good to cry."
She raised her eyebrows, wiggling her nose and shrugging. "Well, you never do."
"That's because I sold my lacrimal glands," you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood by joking.
And it worked - she laughed, the sadness slowly evaporating from her face. "So you have no tears, but you still have your heart, right ?"
You closed your fist, banging it against your chest. "It's a dusty engine, but it does its work."
"Well," she stood up, "I hope it can still feel something."
You observed her for a moment, picking up a saucepan and filling it with water. No doubt to make coffee, or at least tea to ward off your addiction and prevent your mechanical heart from overheating under the caffeine. No amount of Piltovian gold could offer you anything like Sky's sweetness.
"My heart's full of room for the very few friends I have." You picked up your bowl of broth again, its warmth cupped against your fingers. "Its aorta is named after you."
She turned to you, smiling, her eyes filling again with tears as she breathed in.Â
"You can't just say things like that and not expect me to ruin a box of these," she described movements in the air with her hands in ridiculous, exagerated swirls, "silk-soft tissues they have here."
"Their toilet paper is so thick and soft it feels like we're using pillows," you sneered before blowing on the bouillon.
"Right?!" Sky exclaimed, "It's only been like, a month and a half since I've been here and it all feels so fancy. Everything is so... clean."
"I know!" You laughed, "It's infuriating. The streets barely have a scratch, the buildings have colours straight out of a kid's colouring book, and they have trees."
She sighed, visualising the vegetation the city had before her eyes fell back on yours. "You never get used to it, right?"
You swallowed your mouthful of broth, pressing your lips into a thin line. "Never."
She leaned back against the worktop, watching you for a moment. "Seriously though." She tilted her head to one side. "Don't ever do that again."
You smiled, bringing your forefinger and thumb to your ear and pressing on the lobe.Â
It was a custom in Zaun to pledge your word. In the Undercity, you pressed your lobe as if you were piercing it, to imaginatively seal in the skin a ring other than the one on your finger. However, everyone knows that if you pull too hard on a piercing, you can tear the flesh, and find it difficult to retie the skin so that it can be pierced again. So the promise was made with a symbolic ring, anchored in the skin, that the promise would be kept.
"May my flesh tear apart if, by misfortune, I betrayed," you recited.
During the rest of the last week of classes before the exams, you resumed a much more normal revision routine than the original, much to Sky's delight. You'd revise with her in the afternoons outside class, asking each other questions about the subjects you shared while you were trying not to die laughing from the stupid ways you looked with your facemasks during skincare time.
When Friday came around, you decided to go to the library again. Unconsciously, it had become a ritual. With Viktor or without, you intended to surround yourself with knowledge as immense as possible.
You went and sat down at a table, alone, while many students who had come for the same reason were already crowding most of the available ones. You took out your things, rereading your index cards for the umpteenth time until you were almost ready to recite them by heart if the need arose.
You couldn't help but lose concentration when you heard your name spoken in the distance, coming from voices that werenât familiar to you, further behind your back.
"And to say Viktor got put with her on Heimerdinger's subject," one said, chuckling.
"I wonder which of them pulls their hair out more in each other's company."
You tried not to think about it, but since, for once, the conversation wasn't all about the walking street lamp, you couldn't help but let your ears hang close to their mouths.
"Did you see her the other day? A vision of the apocalypse. Hollow cheeks and dead eyes like she hadn't eaten in a month."
"Gotta have hollow cheeks to suck the teachers better," her classmate sneered.
Your jaw tightened, trying to ignore their remarks. This wasn't your first time hearing such things - the previous two years hadn't been as gentle as this one, even if Viktor had caused a few problems with his arrival.
"Can you believe what she did to Tyler?"
"She's an animal." They both laughed, causing you to sink back into your chair.
"How do you think Viktor handles her?"
"He doesn't, she's just a handicap to him and he seems to have an embarrassing enough one as it is."
You inhaled. Someone will probably tell them to be quiet so as not to disturb the peace of the library. You hoped.
"Who's a handicap?"
Your eyes widened as you suddenly turned around. Viktor was standing there, facing them, both students suddenly looking very confused and ashamed.
"Viktor," one of them laughed nervously, "this was just a joke, she..."
But the student didn't have time to come up with an excuse. Viktor raised an eyebrow before speaking.
"She's an incredible person who no one can defeat," he informed them, the latter two lowering their eyes on their notes suddenly invested in their revisions. "Except me."
He punctuated his sentence, turning away from them and meeting your gaze. He seemed surprised, not expecting to find you there, at least not doing nothing when such needlessly cruel nonsense was uttered in your name.
Inevitably, of course, he moved towards you.
Except me. The phrase made you roll your eyes for a moment before you tried to read information from your notes that hadn't needed reading for a long time.Â
He sat down opposite you, keeping his hand on the pommel of his cane. "Your name seems to be on everyone's lips, Miss."
"What can I say," you sighed, "the obsession they have for me is an undying addiction."
However, Viktor didn't seem amused at all.
"Why do you let them say such things about you without lifting a finger?"
You bit the inside of your lip, feeling the pressure of his gaze on you as your eyes scanned uselessly over your revision sheets.Â
"It's not the first time I've heard that kind of comment about me," you confirmed without much interest, "I'll survive it."
"So you spend most of your time worrying about the injustices other people experience but you push your own under a doormat?" Viktor summed up, not seeming genuinely thrilled at the idea.
"If I could push the injustice that Tyler is by his very existence off the face of this world, I'd be stepping on some rich blonde aristocrat every time I left and returned from home."
But Viktor still wasn't laughing, far from it. When your eyes finally met his, they were dark.
He sighed. "Are you trying to punish yourself for something by neglecting yourself so much?"
I'd like to forget more than anything else in the world. The thought was taking over your soul, eating away at you like a gangrene with an insatiable hunger.
"Of course," you chuckled, exaggerating a falsely happy tone.
"Stop this." His tone was firm.
"Stop what?" you questioned.
"Trying to make something funny out of this."
You frowned, raising an eyebrow. "What? You're not feeling in the mood for our ritual chit chats?"
"Do I look like I'm joking around right now?"
His eyes had the same gleam, carried the same weight as when he'd held you in place in your bed just a week ago. You almost gulped, speechless. Why was he reacting like that? Why was he worried about you?
You lowered your eyes, licking your lips as you returned to your notes.
"Fine," you admitted, dropping your sarcastic tone. "I guess I owe you for saving my life, anyway."
It didn't sound like it, but it was probably the closest you'd come to a âthank youâ for him so far. He seemed surprised that you were finally cooperating in the conversation, that you were at last sending him a very subliminal magic word.
His shoulders slumped, as if the idea of being angry with you was stupid.
"How are you feeling?" He finally asked.
"I'm no longer sick, if that's the question you meant to ask."
"It was, but also," he brought his cane up between his legs, clasping both hands on the pommel as he came to rest his chin on it, "I just wanted to know how you are doing."
Why are you doing this? You were thinking back over the last few weeks. His questions during the power cut, the attention he'd paid to you, staying awake all night by your side to make sure you were taking your medication properly, and now...
"Well," you swallowed, these thoughts unsettling you for a moment and sending a foreign warmth into your belly, "the exams are approaching and I think you've had quite the close look on their effect on me so... yeah."
He considered you, tilting his head to the side until his cheek was the one pressed against the back of his hands. He scanned you, his gaze sending a warm wind up your spine.
"You're still on the treatment, right?"
The horrible powder you had to mix in a glass at least twice a day wasn't the moment you were looking forward to most in your daily routine, but you did it anyway, under Sky's sharp eyes.
You remained silent, just to see how Viktor would react and whether, as he had dictated, he would make sure you stayed in bed no matter what.
Faced with your silence, he raised an eyebrow as he straightened up, finally wrinkling his forehead as he frowned.
"Right?" he repeated, almost menacingly.
"Relax." A nervous chuckle escaped you. "Yes, I'm taking it."
He sighed in relief at the news, while you shook your head in confusion.
"You're putting all this effort... for me? Why"
The phrase sounded alien in your mouth, as if you weren't worth the time or energy of such dedication. He gazed at you for a moment, his eyes roving over your index cards.
"You know why."
"Because you can't have your best rival go against you while she's sick?" you recited.
"Because I don't want to be your rival."
You found this answer profoundly absurd.
"What do you mean-" But he cut you off, annoyed.
"What do you want, hmm? To become Heimerdinger's assistant?"
Of course, you thought, but the way Viktor had said it sounded... easy, too easy. Or at least, too easy for you.
"I don't intend to be his assistant, and I'm going to tell you why."
He stood up, walking around the table until he was beside you and leaning in slightly.
"Because I've already been his assistant, and I stopped."
The words echoed inside you, like the cracking of something you thought was indestructible. Your lips parted in shock, watching him with huge eyes as he straightened up.
"In any case. I wanted to make sure that you'd be back in good shape." He began to walk towards the library exit, turning one last time to give you a playful look. "And now that I'm sure you'll be in full shape, I know I don't need to hold back, hm, rival?"
He turned away, heading for the big door, leaving you with a short-circuited brain. What did he mean by "already been"? What did he mean he had stopped? How had Viktor ever been Heimerdinger's assistant?
When the sentence finally reached your mind after a long travel from your ears, you gathered your things in a flash as the questions began to fly and you almost ran to catch up with him. You caught up with him in the corridors, under the astonished gazes of all the students.
"What?" you asked, out of breath from the sudden exertion and the gust of wind the news had knocked from your chest.
He turned to you, slightly surprised that you'd practically chased after him. He'd probably expected you to sit at your table, mulling things over until the questions got too much for you and you decided to come and see him after a day or two of mental torment.
"You've been Heimerdinger's assistant?" you repeated, adjusting the strap of your satchel on your shoulder.
He shrugged, turning away from you. "Yes."
Was he really just going to leave like that? Leaving you in agony for answers you wanted more than anything? No, it wasn't going to be like that.
You grabbed his wrist, much to his surprise, and pulled him with you into an empty adjoining corridor. Once you were out of sight, checking from one end of the corridor to the other to see if anyone was there, you finally regained his gaze.
There was something in his eyes, like a hint of something that kept his lips parted until they closed and his eyes lowered to your hand still gripping his wrist.
You let go, the heat of shame spreading across your neck and cheeks for a moment as you took a step away, crossing your arms over your chest.
"When were you his assistant?"
He leaned against the wall, sighing as he stared at you.
"You do remember Jayce's trial, don't you?"
How could you forget? You hadn't been present at the trial. Selene had invited you to come as it concerned your friend, but you were too afraid of the aristocratic eyes and the pressure they would put on you.
The story remained vague. Due to special circumstances that remained under the security and secrecy of the administration as to the extent of Jayce's activities, he had been allowed to stay at the academy.
"Yes."
"By then, I had already been Heimerdingerâs assistant for a month.."
You now were certain you'd never seen him before. It was just one month into your summer holidays, and you had gone to Zaun to find Eris. Your chances of running into him were almost nil, no doubt about it.
"How did you get to become his assistant?" you quizzed.
He shrugged, and that simple movement made you want to scream. "I suppose he must have liked my assiduity enough to take me on. That and the fact that, with his little legs, I was bound to walk at his pace," he joked.
You held your breath in your lungs for a moment, before releasing it. He didn't seem to be lying, at least about the only serious part of his sentence. He was undoubtedly the best choice for Heimerdinger in any case.
However, it seemed to you that it wasn't so much exasperation that you were feeling - you were trying to understand what the feeling was... a relief, but not really about the fact that the assistant's place was free, no, a relief about Viktor that you couldn't really place at the moment.
"Why did you stop?" There was no longer any frustration in your voice, just a new-found curiosity.
Viktor seemed taken aback by your new intonation, straightening slightly against the wall. "It didn't interest me anymore."
What could he have found that was better? The thought, at last, that Viktor's aim was not to be an assistant for the rest of his life, crept into your mind. Viktor seemed to pick up on it.
"See? I told you we didn't have the same goal."
You finally realised what that feeling of relief was: you didn't have to hate him any more. You no longer had a reason to try to outdo him, no longer had a valid justification for becoming number one again. But why was it such a relief? There was rarely anything more gratuitous than hatred in what you knew, and it should have been the same for Viktor, so why was it such a relief not to have to hate him any more?
Hating him served no purpose, no motivation. It was useless, and what do you do with useless things?
You took half a step towards him.
"The truce you suggested, have you come up with any clauses?"
His eyebrows rose, his eyes widened. He lifted himself off the wall.
"Um no-" he began, but you cut him off.
"Find some, and I'll consider them."
And with that, you took off, leaving Viktor speechless.Â
You moved quickly, trying to get home as fast as possible. You were afraid that the street air, so pure and fresh, would wash away your conclusions and fuel a hatred that no longer had any reason to exist.
But you didn't go home straight away, making a diversion to Emeline's shop. As soon as you entered her shop, she didn't hesitate to jump on your neck and give you a hug.
"My little lamb," she enthused as she squeezed you until your ribs broke before cupping your face as if to examine you, "are you feeling better? You gave me quite a fright, you know! When your friend came to visit me and told me you were ill I nearly closed up shop to come and see you myself."
"Everything's fine," you laughed, squeezing her arms, "I've almost completely recovered!"
You'd decided that, after your chat with Viktor and all the effort you'd put into your revision, you deserved a little something to comfort you.
After a little chat with Emeline, she packed two pastries, one for you and one for Sky. Of course, she didn't forget to fill you up with an extra small packet of sweets that would have gone unsold during the day.
When you returned home, you greeted Sky with a smile and raised the two bags of treats to your head. She smiled in surprise.
"To what do we owe this feast?" she asked.
You shrugged. "Let's just say I've made resolutions for the better."
You'd been laughing all evening, stuffing your faces with these delicacies as you both took a well-deserved break from studying.
Your eyes turned to your tarot deck, you'd forgotten to draw any cards lately due to your revisions, so after wiping your hands full of sugar, you took the pack in hand.
âI see you pulling one almost every morning,â Sky remarked, lying on her stomach on your bed while you were cross-legged. âWhy do you do that?â
You pulled out your cards in your hands. âTo have a leitmotif to follow during the day. Although to be quite honest I don't follow their advice every time.â
She laughed softly, knowing by now your stubbornness like no other. âThat doesn't surprise me at all.â
âYeah well,â you smiled in turn as you shuffled the cards, âsome of them are not the best cards to wake up on to in the morning.â
So you cut your deck as usual, and looked at its underside. You raised your eyebrows.
âJust like this one.â
You showed Sky the card: Death.
She winced, her eyebrows furrowing as her mouth formed as if she were pronouncing the letter x.
âOkay, I get it,â she said, shaking her head. âIs it literal? I hope not, right?â
âNah it's pretty safe.â You laughed. âThe description of its meaning is in the little booklet.â You pointed to it with your chin, and Sky grabbed it, flipping through until she found the Death page.
âTransition. Underworld. Flux. Occultism. Letting go. Evolution requiring liberation. Metaphorical death.â She read. âOff to a great start apparently.â
You chuckled, observing the card as she continued reading. âDeath moves across a field with a slow, steady march. A king lies dead. He represents the old systems of order cast aside. A bishop begs for mercy, a young girl turns away in fear and only a curious little girl looks up to greet death. She has not been taught to fear it.â
Your thumb passed over the little girl's drawing, your heart clenching.Â
âA ship sails away, heedless of death's march. A sun rises between two towers to reflect resurrection and new beginnings. All endings give way to new possibilities. Transformation leads to renewal and growth.â She raised her eyebrows. âAin't as bad as I thought it would be.â
âYeah,â you considered, thinking back on your day and the fact that the cards were pointing you in the right direction, âindeed.â
Exam week was over. You'd had absolutely no trouble at all with any of the exercises. All the subjects were in the bag and you were finishing virtually ahead of schedule in every exam room.
Today was the day of results. The teachers had spent the weekend correcting everything, and the results boards had finally been displayed.
You woke up feeling lighter than you thought you would. Since realizing that there was no longer any point in chasing Viktor to victory, you'd relaxed.
You went down the hall with Sky, passing the student mailboxes for a moment so you could check if either of you had received anything.
You opened the metal door to a single letter, sealed with a metallic black wax seal you knew all too well: Eris.
You took the key to your apartment, using its teeth to open the envelope and take out the letter, which you brought to your nose.
Her letters always smelled of the essential oils and herbs that constantly appeased you. Without further ado, you unfolded the paper and read its contents.
My sweet friend,
I thought you were a lost cause in friendship, but I guess this year the wheel is really turning on your side. I'm delighted, and I imagine the same goes for Selene. I'd love to meet her, that Sky, she sounds absolutely charming. I'm guessing, though, that the day with your Five of Wands must have been no picnic, especially if - from what I understand - Emperor Viktor is to blame. But I'm sure that the Immeasurable Grandeur of the Prestigious Piltover Academy will crown your success.
You giggled to yourself as your eyes passed over the elegant, forced curves that Eris had taken care to add in response to your own inky bows.
I miss you so much. You know how the days are here in Zaun; I open, sell and consult, and close in the evening before any trouble starts. I'm paid with golden trinkets, new flowers to dry and other plants from other regions. I have managed to get some new customers, though, and not the least important ones. Renata Glasc herself has been to my shop.
You'd already heard of Renata Glasc, an ambitious woman who was growing in influence on the streets of Zaun. She wasn't a Chem Baroness, but at the rate she was going, it looked like she was well on her way to becoming one.
In fact, it's through her that I'm hearing about worrying things here. Common for Zaun, you may say, but I can't help thinking the worst. I'll tell you about it myself when we meet. I'm planning to come here around December 23, so let's meet at the usual bridge at three o'clock. I'll be staying with you for a few days. I can't tell you more. But I've lit a candle for you, wishing you success and good health.
I look forward to seeing you again, my dearest trouble,
Eris.
What could she possibly be worried about? The situation was invariably complicated in Zaun, but what could it be that she was worried about?
You carefully tucked the letter into your bag, heading out to the shuttle stop.
âNot too stressed?â Sky asked.
You huffed, a cloud of warmth rising into the air. The cold had been gaining in intensity for over a week, and all the students at the academy had donned their scarves.
âNo.â you replied, confident. âYou?â
âA bit,â she admitted, her breath trembling slightly.
âHey,â you pressed your shoulder against hers as she turned to face you, âyou've got this. I know you do.â
She nodded, smiling at you as the shuttle arrived. The journey was swift, some students over-excited at the prospect of their results, others apprehensive about what was to come.
As you arrived at the golden gates of the academy, you noticed that neither Viktor nor Jayce were in sight. Perhaps they had decided to go to the academy later?
The group of students walked up to the scoreboards, an army of others already huddled in front of them.
Sky went in search of her name, while you breathed in, waiting for other students to pass before you.
You didn't know what awaited you at the top of the board, which name would be at the head. Did it still matter? Yes, it probably did, or it didn't. Did you want it to matter? Probably not. But did your mind keep wandering? Endlessly.
What if Viktor was still number one - would you be disappointed? What if you were number one - would you be satisfied? And if neither he nor you were number one, would you be revolted?
âLook who it is!â
That voice alone was enough to make you frown, raise your eyebrows and lower your eyelids in boredom.
Tyler.
You turned to him for a moment, him seeming pleased that you responded to his voice as you rolled your eyes and sighed.
âWhat do you want, blondie? Searching for a new name on the boards to torment?â
He chuckled, stepping toward you. âYou don't change a winning team, darling. Have you found your place at the very bottom of the ranking?â
It was your turn to chuckle, turning to face him. He had no idea about your academic results, it seemed.Â
âTyler you have as many neurons as you have eyes, and they're both fighting for any kind of connection.â You turned to the bulletin board, stepping forward slightly. âDo them mercy and close your eyelids for all eternity before we have to deal with a rain of fire and the horsemen and...â
But you didn't even finish your sentence, the words dying on your lips as your eyes came to rest on your name.
First place.
You were back in first place. Eyes and mouth wide open, you kept blinking to make sure your vision wasn't failing you. And the name underneath...Â
Viktor.
Your scores were almost equal, yours barely beating him.
âTold you I wasn't going to hold back.â
You turned towards the voice, the tinkle you now knew too well of his cane echoing on the floor. He stood there, serene, a small smile on his face before his lips pressed into an inverted grin and his eyebrows raised.
âYou fight well, Miss.â
You couldn't help it - you cracked a smile at him. And Viktor seemed astonished, as if he'd never seen such a thing happen. No stupid remark, no pettiness behind your drawn lips, just sincere amusement and joy.
âWhat the...â Tyler's voice died in his throat as he took in the bulletin boards, turning to you. âHow did you...â
You turned to him, his sole presence now not even enough to ruin your happiness and relief. âAs if you could reach me,â you replied with a triumphant smile, walking out of the crowd to join Viktor.
Once you got away from all this tumult, he nodded. âYou got first,â he remarked, âcongratulations.â
You observed him for a second, his posture reflecting a sort of disappointment. Was it from losing? Or was it from the fact you seemed so happy in your rivalry with him? You sighed, rolling your eyes.
âQuit it,â you pronounced with a smile, shaking your head slightly. âWe share this crown, and you perfectly know that.â
He said nothing, just gazing at you for a moment. There was this gleam, the tickling of a smile ready to be born on his lips as the satisfaction that, maybe, these ink duels you were both fencing would wash away and let something different be born from them.Â
He was apprehensive about saying something, but Jayce came towards you both.
âAh, Jayce, exams went well?â You asked, knowing without a doubt that he didn't have to worry about his results.
âOh yeah, perfect.â He nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line, his eyes darting from yours to Viktor's, surprised that you weren't quarrelling. âSay, hum... can I talk to you guys for a minute?âÂ
Viktor and you exchanged a confused look, before ultimately following him.
âA masquerade?â you repeated, as if the word had never grazed your lips before.
Jayce had brought you to a room in the Academy where you could all talk without hearing the multiple cries of students as to their result. And considering what he had to discuss with you, he'd done the right thing.
âIt's this thing Mel is invited to,â he explained nervously. âAll the people of high aristocracy will be there, counselors, lords and ladies... Please, can you both accompany me to it?â
âAs your dance partners?â joked Viktor, frowning.
âNo, Mel's already my partner. But, she said that there would be no opposition for you both to come as well. You're the,â he seemed to search for words for a moment, âcroom dĂŠ la cram?â
âCrĂŞme de la crĂŞme?â you suggested.
He pointed at you, glad you understood. âYeah, that. La crĂŞme de la crĂŞme of the Academy. Such prestigious students as the both of you sharing the top of the board deserve to be in such an event.â
âSo you want us,â you pointed repeatedly between Viktor and yourself, âto come to this event because you're too nervous to go there by yourself?â
The interested party scratched the back of his neck, sniffling before looking at you both with puppy-dog eyes. âYeah?â
âAren't you supposed to have a partner to come to a masquerade?â Interrogated Viktor.
âI thought you two could... go together?â
You chuckled, your mouth hanging open. You exchanged a bewildered look with Viktor, who didn't seem to be too upset by the concept.
âYou're joking, right?â you asked.
âPlease just-â he didn't finish his sentence, âput your bickering aside for one evening. You don't even have to show up together if it suits you better.â
âI don't see any problems with it,â Viktor shrugged, indifferent. âWhen is it?â
"Tomorrow night."
âTomorrow night?â You exclaimed. âJayce, if it's a society gala, I've got nothing to wear.â
He reached into his own wallet, pulled out some bills and handed them to you.
âHere, I'm sure you'll find something convenient with this.â
âJayce,â you remarked, looking at the fresh bills, âwhat the hell.â
âThis is not much for you to get a decent gown for the gala. Keep the rest, if there is any, to get some fancy accessories.â He grabbed your hand, placing the cash in it. âTruly, this is the least I can do.â
You knew Jayce's patrons were the Kirammanâs, but to have money to give away like this? Since when was that the case?
âVik, I think it's time for us to go.â Jayce finally remarked before leaving the room, leaving the two of you.
You both stayed in silence for a moment, both digesting the information that had just been given to you.
âWhat a way to celebrate your victory,â Viktor finally sighed.
âI've seen worse celebrations than a masquerade,â you remarked, observing the tickets for a moment before folding them up, âbut I think I've had better experiences than being in a room with nobility sipping glasses of champagne with petty innuendo in every exchange.â
He huffed in turn. âI suppose the next area in which we must excel in no time is the art of conversation in high society. Although, considering our usual conversation,â he leaned his head to the side with a smirk, "we'll fit right in."
âHow exciting,â you raised your eyebrows sarcastically, letting silence take its rule back on the room before you finally decided to break it. âGuess I better go and find myself something to wear. See you tomorrow, Viktor.âÂ
âWait,â he called to you, seeming hesitant about what he was going to suggest, âwould you like us to get together first and go? Or...â
âLet's meet directly at the party,â you assured him.
He nodded, his lips pressing in a thin line as you turned away. âOh and...â you turned back to him at his words, his eyes piercing. âDon't forget the mask.â
You nodded, leaving the room.
You had today and tomorrow to find an outfit, and get used to the fact that Viktor was no longer a threat to be eliminated. Easier said than done.Â
But still⌠What a way to celebrate a rebirth.
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#a crown of ink#acoi#arcane#arcane viktor#viktor arcane#viktor#arcane viktor x reader#viktor arcane x reader#viktor x reader#viktor x you#viktor fic#viktor fanfic#arcane fanfic#arcane x reader
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Fic Recommendations Pt. 2
*i do not own any of these works*
Smut - âĄ
Jack Hughes
The First TimeâĄ
smutceptionâĄ
summary: when jh accidentally picks up his gfâs kindle for a roadie instead of his own, he finds some surprising books downloaded. they give him a few ideas for what heâll do when he gets home in a weekâŚ
SECOND BEST
summary: secretly pining over someone is never funâeven less so when theyâre your childhood best friend, and dating someone else.
A NONSENSE CHRISTMASâĄ
summary: when jack decides to gift you an early christmas gift, he didn't think it through when he was left wanting to rip it completely off.
RIDE 'EMâĄ
summary: in which Jack Hughes wants Fem!Reader to ride him in a different way than usual.
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Quinn Hughes
take a seatâĄ
summary: Quinn grows a playoff beard and his girlfriend loves it. the day he decides to shave it after the Canucks get eliminated, she tells him how she really feels about it and Quinn gives her the moment sheâs been wanting since he started growing it before he shaves it.
wanna bet?âĄ
summray: you make a bet with quinn, which of you will win?
reading interruptionsâĄ
summary: when yn gets interrupted by quinn and his dirty mouth, while reading on the boat.
bed chemâĄ
First time for everythingâĄ
summary: which Quinn lets you ride his face!
SurrenderâĄ
summary: A brutal loss to the Bruins leads to Quinn showing up at your apartment at one am, and subsequently changes everything. Title and fic is slightly inspired by the song Surrender by Kut Klose.
STUCK WITH YOUâĄ
summary: of all the things y/n thought she was going to do on christmas eve, being stuck with her sisterâs brother-in-law, quinn hughes, wasn't one of them.
Luke Hughes
"Baby Zegras"
summary: childhood friends to lovers, reader is trevor's sister, secret dating caught by jack, trevor is portrayed as a mean older brother at the start (im sorry I love him I promise he gets better), italics mean flashbacks.
Stress ReductionâĄ
LIKE THATâĄ
summary: reader wants a turn at making Luke feel good, but sheâs in need of assistance from the man himself.
Shower SexâĄ
summary: after a terrible day, luke knows just what y/n needs. because what's a better relaxation than shower sex?
Sundress SeductionâĄ
summary: where luke is seduced by y/nâs sundress and he cant keep his hands off of her.
You're my dream girlâĄ
summary: Other girls made Luke's girlfriend feel insecure about her look and he's there to show her how gorgeous she is.
I'm in power todayâĄ
summary: Luke agrees to be dominated by his girlfriend in bed.
wet dreamâĄ
summary: Luke wakes yn up during her wet dream, leaving her all embarrassed, but happens when Luke makes her dreams a reality?
JUST A TASTEâĄ
summary: in which Luke Hughes is never tired between Fem!Readerâs legs.
Draco Malfoy
A Different Lesson Than UsualâĄ
summary: During potions class you get paired with Draco. From the start, he takes charge, ordering you around and making you do all the work. Despite your efforts, Draco is unimpressed with your performance and attitude. After class, he drags you to his dorm, determined to teach you a lesson. âIf you canât listen, Iâll make sure you learn.â
Flutterby BabyâĄ
summary: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.
Mat Barzal
CINDY LOU WHO
summary: after an agonizing breakup drove you from the country you return to long island for the holidays. but a chance encounter at a holiday party forces you to confront not only your unresolved emotions from your past, but also the revelation that mat had moved on with someone new.
know no betterâĄ
summary: with your work responsibilities taking you away from long island, you and mat haven't had much time to blow off some steam. his friends, however, are tired of being on the receiving end of mat's "steam" and enlist you to help.
feverâĄ
summary: it's your birthday. mat's horny. nothing new.
Fred Weasley
Amortentia Pt. 1
summary: you, ever so studious and diligent, despised fred weasley, the total opposite of you. it came as a surprise to you when you smelt a certain someone when brewing amortentia. one day you get stuck in a closet with him, and letâs just say the situation between you changes.
Hate and LoveâĄ
summary: in the mission of transporting Harry safely to the Burrow, you and Fred get thrown off-track as his broom breaks, resulting in an overnight detour at a hotel.
if youâve been nice, you getâŚâĄ
summary: during your trip to hogsmeade, you decide to pop into the famous honeydukes for some sweets. who wouldâve guessed that your best friend would find the sight of you with a lollipop so enticing?
Working LateâĄ
summary: you got a new job at Weasleyâs Wizard Wheezes, and youâve developed a strong attraction to one of your new bosses.
quiet rideâĄ
summary: a thirst about sneaking into fredâs room to ride him in the middle of the night.
#quinn hughes#luke hughes#jack hughes#hughes brothers#draco malfoy#mat barzal#fred weasley#jack hughes smut#luke hughes smut#quinn hughes smut
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hellow, iâm officially done with school for the next year or so which means (if u havenât already noticed) iâve started to write 50 wips <3
so anyway, hereâs a snippet of something im writing about dom!eddie whoâs also a tattoo artist who just so happens to own a tattoo parlor thatâs right next to a ballet studio which just so happens to be owned by ballet instructor!reader
18+ â MINORS DNI
It was a series of unfortunate events.
You had spent the last five years of your life building your ballet school from the ground up, but when your old studio was sold out from under you, you were forced to find a new home for your students.
It wasnât easy. There werenât many options for you to choose from and most buildings either needed an immense amount of work that your pockets couldnât afford or were too far away and would inevitably cause you to lose students.
But then you stumbled on a dream. The new studio was perfectâ freshly installed tiling, beautiful acoustics, and the fee to install the mirrors wasnât all that badâ except for one small detail: the tattoo parlor next door.
For the months that you spent preparing the studio for your students, you were tormented with the constant buzz of needles and the faint scent of ink lingers in the air all day, mixing with the sharp fragrance of floor polish and irritation that comes with summer heat. It nearly drove you insane.
But what started as a nuisance soon flourished into something else entirely. The tattoo shopâs owner, a tall, inked-up man named Eddie, was there every morning, the storefront always open to the bustling world outside. Your first conversation had been briefâ you introduced yourself, explained how you ended up here and he wished you a good start to your new building.
It wasnât until a few months down the line that you finally caved and complained about the noise, telling him it was difficult to focus with the loud sounds from his shop and Eddieâ surprisingly, since you had somewhat painted him a villain in your mindâ apologized and said heâd try to keep the noise downâ âI canât promise the same on the days I donât work, though. My team tends to never listen to me.â
And so then you and Eddie formed a very nice, casual, and polite relationship. Something like a work relationship. A nice smile and wave in the morning, small and quick conversations about the weekâ and sometimes, he would get you a coffee and slide it on your desk while youâre busy with your morning class.
But as weeks passed, your casual exchanges became⌠something moreâ quick morning greetings turned into full blown conversations and free coffees turned into free lunchesâ âThe deli down the street always gives me an extra sandwich.â And you almost think heâs lying about that, but he never really leaves you room to further pry about it. Lingering looks, shared laughs, and an unspoken connection grew deeper with each passing day.
But it started and ended at workâ there on Blackburn Avenue where your ballet studio and his tattoo parlor share a sidewalkâ and it never left. And you never expected it to be moreâ Eddie is more of a work crush anyway. You talk and flirt for the few hours that you share a wall, and when you go home you watch your reality TV shows, eat dinner, and think nothing of it.
But what the hell do you do when you walk into a BDSM club and see your work crush on a stage, knuckleâs deep in a pretty girl, with a bunch of strangers watchingâ including yourself?
What do you do when the pretty boy that owns the shop next to your studio is on a stage, whispering dirty praises in a girls ear and finger fucking her until her thighs shake? What do you do when you realizeâ oh fuck, I should probably leave since I actually know this guy and weâre kind of coworkers, but you stay like the idiot you are?
And what do you do when his pretty brown eyes (which look even dreamier when theyâre blown out and dark with lust) glance up from the woman below him and just happen to immediately land on you?
What the fuck do you do?
#no seriously#what the FUCK do you do#i kinda like them idk#eddie munson x reader#dom!eddie#tattoo artist!eddie#eddie munson x you#eddie munson smut
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â â HAII uhhmm... moot đ𼳠eemrmtm... if im NIT mistaken, i saw ur request status open so emrntm.. :sweats: (sorru im kinda awkward w interacting w new ppl đ)
â â may i requestâ â second years X gn!readerâ â who's frequently (sl)eepy but is really, REALLu good at combat???!! like they'd often see [n] tiref in general; though when classes were dismissed, they "unintentionally" saw the reader quarreling some npc who's mildly injured (and possibly a lopsided ankle for the fun of itđ¤) and just one tapped the npc's pressure point causing them to faint and BOOM!! reader caught the [insert character] staring at the scene whilst the reader acts like nothing happened đźđź
â â SORRY IF IT'S REALLT SPECIFIC i tried to get a hold of myself when i saw ur guidelines when requesting and i hope this isn't too much đ my brain is currently filled w tons of chaos and i feel like expressing them at some point /e cry..... BUT TAKE YOUR TIME!! it's no pressure to be doing this in a hurry cuz im often busy w tumblr too and i might not notice it's already been minutes, hours, days or weeks after this request hdhsjsshbs
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đđĄđđŤđđđđđŤđŹ : floyd leech, kalim al-asim, jamil viper, silver
đ/đ§ : iâm sorry i took so long to answer this request, zen. i got caught up with school. :( forgive me for being a lilâ rusty with my writing, iâm trying to get used to it again. hence why i split this into two parts. please enjoy!
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Absolute boredom was the only way to describe the end of the school day. The last class always seemed to drone on and on until Floyd found some form of entertainment in a random object, preferably one he could use to bother someone else. However, his joy would always be cut short due to Treinâs exceptionally keen vision and intolerance for disruptions. To put it kindly, he was a total buzz kill.
Hence the pure excitement Floyd felt when he exited the classroom, only to see you, the oh so famous prefect, taking down a larger student in mere seconds. It fascinated him, you were so tiny yet you took the big fishy down so quickly? Consider this eel impressed.
And he was not about to pass up this opportunity for entertainment, so he slowly approached you and the student that laid unconscious on the cold tile. It wasnât until he stood directly behind you that he uttered even a single word.
Floyd quietly put his head on your shoulder. âWhatcha doinâ, shrimpy?â He whispered.
You jumped back from the new presence, and of course it had to be Floyd of all people who found you. Talk about bad luck, he was not going to be letting this go.
A nervous chuckle left you as you turned to face him, your hands clasped together behind your back. âOh hey, Floyd. Whatâs up?â
He waved his hand in a relaxed manner. âOh, nothinâ much. I just so happened taâ be heading towards the lounge when I happened to see my Shrimpy making a ruckus.â
Your eyes widened in surprise. Then a thought occurred to you, could you trick Floyd? So, you quickly came up with an excuse. âWhat-!? No, I was just heading back to the dorm.â
The eel suddenly got serious, his mismatched eyes stared down at you, unblinking. âShrimpy, youâre a really bad liar.â
Okay, so that was a terrible excuse. You definitely should have seen this coming.
He relaxed his expression, an eagerness now playing behind his eyes. âLetâs cut to the chase. Howâd ya take that big fishy down so easily?â He asked.
You didnât reply for a moment, too shocked to come up with an answer.
Floyd then grabbed onto your shoulders, aggressively shaking your body as if money would start falling out of your pockets. âShrimpyyyy, câmon tell Floydie how you did it!â He whined
You released a loud sigh, putting your hands over Floydâs to hopefully cease his actions. âFine, I used martial arts.â
Floyd still had an iron grip on your shoulders, but upon hearing the boring explanation for your royal take down of a Diasomnia student, he slumped down with a pout. âThat simple of an explanation? You shouldâve just spit it out.â
His disappointed frown then turned into a large, sharp-toothy grin as he eagerly brushed passed you towards the poor student you knocked out. âLet me help ya dispose of the body!â
âFLOYD.â
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After finally being let out from his afternoon classes, Kalim was ready to get back to the dorm and set up for the banquet later that evening. But much to his surprise, he was soon met with a tantalizing sight upon turning the corner.
You, the esteemed prefect, famously known for rivaling even Silver in the sleepyhead department, towered over a student adorning a Savanaclaw uniform. The boy didnât seem injured, at least not from where Kalim was standing. Whatever trick you had pulled, it mustâve been a smooth take down.
This had the housewarden immediately intrigued.
Without missing a beat, the boy happily skipped over to where you stood. The books held in his hands were in a vice grip, his excitement could barely be contained. Attending Night Raven sure did have itâs surprises, but he was abnormally eager to approach you himself.
The white haired boy excitedly exclaimed.âWhoa, howâd you do that?â
You spun around to face the stranger before you, then it hit you. Didnât this guy look familiar? The garnet-red eyes, the white hair, and even the blindingly bright smile seemed recognizable. Oh, it was Kalim! Well, shit. This guy was notorious for having the determination of a lion working itâs damndest to catch itâs prey, there was no way you were getting out of this. The universe must hate you.
In a desperate attempt to escape the situation, you tried to brush him off. âPlease excuse me.â
You began walking in the opposite direction, but this housewarden was not going to give up.
Kalim continued to wear his bright smile, running up next to you to match paces. âBut, you were the only one around who couldâve done something like this.â
Incredulously, your eyes widened and you began to pick up the pace. âNo, he was like that when I found him.â
Kalim put his hands together like a puppy asking for treats. âPlease, tell me your secrets.â
His eyebrows then raised and a light bulb lit up above him. âI know, you can come to the banquet tonight and weâll be able to talk all about it!â
Your feet stopped and you were sure your face held the most confused look one could hold. You couldnât help but turn to face him. âWhat?â
Kalim bounced on the balls of his feet, eagerness radiating off of him. âYouâre officially invited to the banquet tonight!â
You didnât even know what to say to this.
And Kalim did not give you the time to answer. The boy gave you a grin and a quick wave. âIâll see you later, banquet duty calls!â
âWait-!â
Kalim didnât give you time to speak before he was already running off towards the Hall of Mirrors, clearly in high spirits because of his new friend. Friend? You werenât sure that the two of you had immediately reached that status, you mean, you had just met minutes ago. Though, an inkling feeling that he already thought of you as friends kept seeping into your mind.
It was pleasant. Maybe it wouldnât be so bad to go to the banquet.
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Jamil Viper, a calm and collected individual, never one to stand out too much, or cause trouble for others. Or at least, thatâs how you knew him before this incident.
It had been a normal day, as normal as a day could be at Night Raven College, and you had your sights set on someone. Typically, you were a student that wouldnât dare meddle or get in fights with anyone. But a certain second year Scarabia student just had to be a jerk to Ortho, the only person in NRC whoâs kindness rivaled Kalimâs, and you were not about to let this guy get away with his crimes against your good friend.
So, you set up a time and a place. Of course, you were not going to use your fists against this guy. You simply wanted a productive conversation to be held, like mature teenagers should have. But, no. The man came at you full throttle, he clearly did not read the letter you gave him at all. Whatever now became of him was in self-defense, and before you knew it he was on the ground.
And Jamil Viper had witnessed it. Not just a sliver of the altercation, all of it.
There was a silent staring contest between the two of you, no one dared to utter a word. It was thick and quite frankly, an odd situation to find yourself in. Jamil has had his fair share of weird encounters, but at this point he did not care about that. This was the icing on the cake to his already long, arduous list of tasks he needed to complete for the day.
To put it simply, his patience was thin.
âHe came at me first.â You quickly mumbled, already sensing the displeasure emanating from the vice housewarden.
Jamil sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to calm himself down. âI saw, donât worry about it. Iâll handle it.â
Although you felt tired after having used your energy, you didnât want to make him do it alone. It was not going to be an easy task to carry a boy over half his weight to the nurses office by himself. âYou sure? I can at least come to the nurses office with you.â
Despite your willingness to help, Jamil declined. âThat wonât be necessary, but thank you.â
He knelt down to the students place on the floor, grabbed his arm and wrapped it around his shoulder to take him to the nurses office. He didnât say another word either, simply walked off.
You stood still for a moment, soaking in whatever the hell just happened. âSee you around?â You muttered.
It was not until a few months later during your time training for the SDC that Jamil mentioned the incident regarding the Scarabia student again during a conversation over some snacks.
âI was trying to be discreet about the situation, it wasnât like I asked to start a fight!â You argued.
Jamil frowned, crossing his arms. âYou were not at all discreet about what you were doing, [Name]. Keep your voice lower if youâre going to go against school rules.â
You rolled your eyes in annoyance, already reaching your hand into the bag to grab another chip. âIâll definitely keep that mind next time I get into a fight.â You retorted, voice dripping with sarcasm.
That shit-eating grin Jamil loved to wear made itâs way to his face as he questioned you. âOh, so there will be a next time?â
Your eyes immediately hardened into a glare. âI hate you.â
He scoffed, leaning back in his chair all while continuing to wear that smile of his. âLovely to know that Iâm now an accomplice in your âJourney for Justice.ââ
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It was a beautiful sunny day when the incident occurred. Silver was enjoying a well deserved nap under a green, flourishing tree where the shade was just the perfect amount, not too hot and not too cold. There wasnât a single person around to make a lot of noise either, just the sounds of the leaves rustling back and forth. The conditions were absolutely perfect.
That was until the peacefulness ended.
The Diasomnia student slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the light. He then let out a yawn, using his hands to push himself up into a sitting position. Then, he saw it.
You, the prefect, regarded for your sleepiness and kindness, being aggressively screamed at by a student in a Heartslabyul uniform. It seemed that you werenât in immediate danger, but the boy was getting more hostile by the minute. That much Silver could tell and he wasnât going to allow someone to get hurt.
He began getting to his feet when something interesting occurred, and it happened in only a matter of seconds. Silverâs theory proved to be true, the Heartslabyul student became more hostile and attempted to throw a punch at your face. Instead, you expertly dodged it and quickly used your hands to hit specific points on his body, causing him to clatter to the ground, completely unconscious.
It was something Silver had never seen before and he was intrigued.
With a grunt, you lifted the unconscious boys arm over your shoulder, though it proved to be quite difficult. The whole situation made you angrily curse under your breath. âI hope you learned your lesson. Picking on underclass men is a low thing to do and you know it, especially when youâve taken it too far. Riddle is not going to like this.â
Ah, so it was a noble act.
Regardless, Silver hastily made his way over to where you stood. He didnât hesitate with his words either. âIf you donât mind me asking, what tactic did you use to take down that student?â
Silverâs voice surprised you, he was always quiet in class and you had never really taken the time to pay attention to anything but your instructor. You truly didnât know what to think, so you didnât. You spoke without thinking. âOh, that.â
Well, shit. No pretending like you werenât involved anymore.
Upon seeing the look on your face, Silver awkwardly coughed. âPlease excuse me for asking.â
You shook your head, the cat was already out of the bag. âItâs alright, thereâs no hiding it now. You saw everything, didnât you? What I used to take down this man was a form of martial arts called kyusho jitsu, it uses pressure points to take down an opponent.â
Silverâs eyes lit up with curiosity. âThatâs very interesting. Would you mind telling me more?â
You grimaced, taking a glance down at the unconscious boy resting on your shoulder. âSorry, maybe another time? I need to get this guy to the nurses office.â
Silver didnât hesitate to move to the other side of the student, repeating the same action of lifting the boys arm around his shoulder. âI hope you donât mind if I assist you.â
Giving him a thankful smile, you turned to face towards the hall leading east. âThank you. I never got your name by the way, mine is [Name]. And yours?â
He returned the gesture with a small grin. âIâm Silver.â
âPleased to officially meet you then, Silver.â
âLikewise.â
@đŻđŞđ§đŤđ¨đŽđ đđ â Ë âŚ . Ë. - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
#@đŻđŞđ§đŤđ¨đŽđ đđ â Ë âŚ . Ë.#floyd leech#twst floyd#floyd leech x reader#twisted wonderland floyd#kalim al asim#twst kalim#twisted wonderland kalim#kalim x reader#kalim al asim x reader#jamil viper#twst jamil#twisted wonderland jamil#silver vanrouge#silver#silver twst#twisted wonderland silver#twst x reader#twst x y/n#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twisted wonderland x you#x reader#scenarios
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Btw this is my first time writing and everything so sorry of this sucks btw

đđźđż đŽđ đšđźđťđ´ đđźđ đ°đŽđť đżđ˛đşđ˛đşđŻđ˛đż, you always been treated wrong by sasuke ever since pre-school it all started over a stupid joke. âForehead girl, Forehead girl!â The class then starts to laugh at sasuke towards you causing you to run out the class. You even heard the teacher snicker. But you never thought it could get worse from there. Your books would start missing, Notes would be ripped, Certain school supplies would be gone. Small things started to turn into big things. Youâll never forget how 3rd grade you had your first friend but he was a male.
The little boy name was Micheal. âWhy are you sitting by yourself?â You turn to him and simply respond shrugging your shoulders âDonât nobody wanna be friend cause they make fun of my forehead and laugh at me.â Micheal then lift up his hand putting it on your forehead. âI think itâs prettyâ He said looking up smiling at me. I then just sit there looking at him. âWanna be best friends?â I then just nod my head deciding to trust him. From that day on bonds were made. He was always there for you, He stood up to Sasuke when no once couldnât, He helped you throughout times your struggle. Until one faithful day a person caused your bonds to break. Running into the lunchroom you hear people enchanting the word âFIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!â Ruining into the crowd your jaw drops seeing Micheal snd Sasuke fighting. And oh boy did Micheal got the shit beaten out of him. Sasuke then gets up his punches still connecting to Micheal face his nose was bloody, mouth bleeding, he then proceeds to start kicking him in the gut. I then stand there horrified at the scene until security guards break up the fight. You go immediately visit Micheal at the hospital but wasnât welcomed. âIm sorry Y/n but I-i canât be befriends with you anymore not after what happened.â Meanwhile hearing the argument between you and Micheal Sasuke stands next to the door smirking to yourself. Without your Best friend by your side you were left alone AGAIN. When you took it up with the principal at the parents teacher conference nothing really got resolved his family seemed to have their ways causing the bullying to continue on.
But the last final straw was when your mom had passed away after that Y/n was never seen from again. Until she goes to a new high school called Konoha high school, but this school is expensive to be in so the only way Y/n had get in was because the principal felt guilty and was able to convince the rich school as to why you could go. And without having to pay for anything you was able to get in. When you took a tour around the school you could see why it was popular and expensive it had dorms, sports, trips and many more.
This could be a new start you thought yourself. "I've already made a new friends started classes yet!" Sakura laughed.
"Really??" You asked. If Sakura was making friends this quickly, maybe it would be okay for you. âYeah youâll eventually meet them to like Ino, tenten, Hinata,Temari, Theyâre really helpful and on the cheer team!â
âCheer team?â I asked curiously. âCould I try out?â Sakura nods her head. âItâs a long list and hard try outs but Iâll add you, you could probably be co captain if you do well, so just meet me after school for the tryouts.â She then goes on snd starts talking about other boys
"Yeah! And there's sooo many cute guys here! Like Sasuke, Naruto,Shikamaru, Choji, although Sai is straight up fugly."
"Wait wait wait- did you just say sasuke?â Your thoughts ran in circle thinking about him of seeing him after all these years. âHeâs so handsome but IVE never date him tho HES just a red flag.â Sakura said getting back to the point. âAnyway do you know him or something?â She asked curiously. I then take a deep breathe explaining what happend between me and him when we was little. âOh Im sorry that happend to you he could really be a big ass jerk sometimes.â She said comforting me.
âI did what?â A deep slant voice said. Your stomach dropped hearing the voice after many years. As you turned around to look at him he grown more better. His hair strands was more black and longer, He had muscles and broad shoulders, and he was much more taller than you. He looked at you in a moment before scanning and after his eyes widen seeing me. He then smirks, âYo long time no see Y/n.â You chuckled nervously looking at him. âYeah long time no see to you to sasuke.â With the tension in the between YALL 3 he apologizes for what happened and offer for me to hang with him at lunch and sakura I was hesitant at first but then agreed.
At lunch Sakura leaded you to there table as you sat down with your tray of food. You at there nervously until Sakura came with you just by looking at you she could tell your nervousness and was there to comfort you. As you sat down People at the table started laughing at you. Sakura whipped her head at them snapping at them. âWhatâs so funny?â They then pointed to your seat and when you got up it was a big red spot on your skirt. You gasp horribly getting up out of your seat running off. Sasuke snickered. âAlways running off like a pussycat.â Sakura then runs after me. âHey hey itâs ok calm downâ other girls then came in running after me. âOh and by the way Thats tenten with the two buns, Temari is with the blonde pigtails and ini is with the blonde ponytail and and Hinata is with the purple hair.
âBy the way did you sign up to have dorms cause if you did they said for the schedule you have it with usâ Temari speaks. âYeah I signed up but I donât know where the dorms are actually.â They then grab me showing me to dorms basically welcoming me into their friend group. Now to explain the side of these dorms we have boys and girls. We then walk into the big dorms while we look on the other side we see that the boy sides is well very dirty. Ten ten chuckles nervously. âDONT mind that side Thats where sasuke, Naruto, shikamaru, and chino stay at.â They then grab me introducing me to my dorm room. âSo who will be my dorm mate?â Sakura then squeals âIâll be your roommate!â She then shows me our dorms. âSorry if you donât like it I think I kinda over decorated it.â
âNo no itâs fine.â I said looking at the room. But because itâs after school Sakura decided to take me out to cheer tryouts. Of course Hinata and the rest of them are on the cheer team.
Sasuke Uchiha.
Even from across the gym, you could feel his piercing onyx eyes on you, as if heâd already recognized you despite the years that had passed. His expression was unreadable, but you could practically sense the simmering arrogance radiating from him.
The memories hit you like a wave. Sasuke had made your life hell when you were kids, teasing you relentlessly. Heâd mocked everything about youâyour clothes, your voice, even your dreams. It wasnât just childish teasing; his words had cut deep. You thought youâd left all of that behind when you moved, but here he was, as smug and intimidating as ever.
âEarth to Y/n,â Sakuraâs voice snapped you out of your thoughts. She followed your gaze to the basketball team, where Sasuke was now laughing with Naruto, Shikamaru, and Choji. âOh. Yeah, heâs still as much of a jerk as ever. Donât let him get to you.â
You nodded, shaking off the uneasy feeling and focusing on the tryouts. You were determined to nail this.
The basketball team was mid-practice when Sasuke finally looked over at the cheer tryouts. He recognized you immediately, even though it had been years. You looked⌠different now. More confident. Stronger. He couldnât explain why seeing you here irked him so much.
âYo, Sasuke,â Naruto called, tossing him the ball. âYou good?â
âHn,â Sasuke grunted, brushing it off. But his eyes flicked back to you, watching as you executed a perfect tumbling pass, your hair catching the light.
Naruto followed his gaze and grinned. âOh, is that [Name]? Sakuraâs friend? She just transferred here, right? Sheâs cute.â
Sasuke scowled, gripping the ball tighter. âTch. Sheâs nothing special.â
Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. âYou donât sound convinced.â
âDrop it,â Sasuke snapped, shoving past them to make a layup. But even as he practiced, his mind kept drifting back to you.
By the time tryouts were over, you were exhausted but exhilarated. Youâd made it onto the squad, and your friends were cheering you on.
âCongrats!â Temari said, slinging an arm around your shoulders. âWeâre gonna dominate this season.â
As you all walked out of the gym, you felt a presence behind you. Turning around, you found Sasuke leaning casually against the wall, his dark eyes fixed on you.
âDidnât think Iâd see you here pussycat,â he said, his voice smooth but laced with something you couldnât quite place.
Your heart sank. âSasuke.â
He smirked, that same infuriating smirk you remembered from years ago. âStill as annoying as ever, huh? Thought youâd finally crawl back to whatever hole you came from.â
Your hands clenched into fists, but Sakura stepped in before you could say anything. âBack off, Sasuke,â she said sharply. âShe doesnât have time for your crap.â
âRelax, I was just saying hi,â Sasuke said, his smirk widening as he pushed off the wall and walked away.
You watched him go, your chest tightening with frustration. It was clear that Sasuke hadnât changed one bit.
But this time, you werenât a scared kid anymore. If he thought he could walk all over you like before, he was in for a rude awakening.
As Sasuke walked away, he felt the corner of his mouth twitch into a smirk, though his mind was anything but calm. You. Of all people, you were back in his life. And, worse, you werenât the meek, easily-flustered little girl he used to toy with for fun. No, this new version of youâconfident, beautiful, and unapologetically fieryâwas different.
It pissed him off.
What makes her think she can waltz in here like she owns the place? he thought, his fists tightening in his pockets. He could still hear Sakuraâs sharp tone defending you, and it made his blood boil. You didnât need her protection. If anything, you needed to be reminded of your place.
When Sasuke reached the locker room, his teammates were already there, laughing and joking, but their chatter blurred into white noise. He leaned against the cool metal of the lockers, his head tipped back, eyes closing as frustration gnawed at him. But beneath the irritation, there was something darkerâa sense of possession he couldnât shake.
She thinks sheâs untouchable now, doesnât she? The thought made his lips curl into a sneer.
Images of you flashed in his mind, unbidden and vivid. That cheer uniform hugging your curves, the determined glint in your eyes as you performedâtoo confident for your own good. You werenât the girl he used to knock down with a few harsh words. No, youâd grown up into someone more⌠challenging.
And he hated how much he wanted to break that confidence.
What would it take to see her crack? The idea gripped him, spiraling into something darker. Maybe heâd pull you aside after practice, just the two of you, his words sharp and biting until you finally dropped that fiery attitude. Heâd corner you in the empty halls, his presence looming until you couldnât look him in the eye, and thenâthen youâd realize you hadnât outgrown him, not really.
He imagined the way your breath would hitch if he leaned too close, his voice low and taunting as he whispered things only he could say to you. The way youâd look at him, defiant at first, but eventually⌠Youâd understand you were his to torment. His to claim.
His jaw clenched, and he slammed a fist into the locker, the metallic clang silencing the room.
âDamn, Sasuke, whatâs your problem?â Naruto asked, eyeing him warily from across the room.
âNothing,â Sasuke snapped, his voice cold.
âYeah, right. Youâve been acting weird since [Name] showed up,â Naruto continued, undeterred. âWhat, still holding a grudge? OrâŚâ His grin widened. âYouâre into her, arenât you?â
Sasukeâs glare couldâve frozen fire. âShut up, idiot.â
Naruto laughed, but Shikamaru raised an eyebrow from his spot on the bench. âYou know, if youâre this worked up, maybe sheâs the one getting under your skin this time.â
That comment earned a snarl. Sasuke shoved past them, heading straight for the showers, the cold spray doing little to cool the heat coursing through him.
Iâll remind her who I am, he thought darkly, his lips curving into a cruel smirk as water dripped down his face. She might think sheâs untouchable now, but Iâll fix that.
The game was far from over. And Sasuke always won.
The weekend rolled in with bright skies and an air of excitement. You were out on the campus lawn with your friend group, laughing and chatting as you enjoyed the rare break from classes and cheer practice. Sakura, Temari, TenTen, and Hinata surrounded you, their energy infectious as they talked about their upcoming plans.
But what made the day even better was your boyfriend, Kaito. He was sweet, charming, and attentive in a way that made you feel cherishedâa stark contrast to certain people youâd rather not think about. Kaito had been quick to approach you when you transferred, drawn to your wit and personality. It didnât take long for the two of you to hit it off. Now, here you were, sitting next to him with his arm draped casually over your shoulder, his easy smile making your cheeks warm.
âYouâre lucky,â Temari teased with a smirk, nudging your side. âKaitoâs got half the school crushing on him, and heâs here doting on you.â
You laughed, leaning into his warmth. âWell, what can I say? Guess Iâm just lucky.â
Across the campus, Sasuke stood with his own group, his sharp eyes locked on you. Naruto was busy teasing Hinata, who had wandered over to join him, while Shikamaru had his arm slung lazily around Temari. Choji was munching on chips as usual, and TenTen was laughing about something with Neji.
But Sasuke? His mood was dark.
âDamn,â Naruto said, elbowing Sasuke. âYouâve been staring at her all afternoon. Youâre gonna burn a hole through her or something.â
âShut up, Naruto,â Sasuke growled, but his glare didnât waver. The sight of Kaito sitting so close to you, his hand on your shoulder like he had any right to touch youâit made his blood boil.
Shikamaru, leaning against a tree, raised an eyebrow. âYouâre sulking because sheâs got a boyfriend, huh? Thought you didnât care about her.â
âI donât,â Sasuke snapped. His fist clenched, though, betraying his calm tone. âBut sheâs making a fool of herself with that guy. Heâs not good enough for her.â
Shikamaru smirked, clearly amused. âAnd who is? You?â
âTch.â Sasuke turned away, his jaw tightening. âForget it.â
Later that afternoon, you excused yourself from the group to grab a water bottle from the vending machines near the gym. The hallways were quiet, the distant echoes of basketball practice barely audible. You were about to turn the corner when a hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you into an empty hallway.
âHeyâwhat the hell?â you yelped, your heart racing until you saw who it was.
Sasuke.
His dark eyes bore into yours, his grip firm but not painful. The air between you felt heavy, his towering presence pinning you in place.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â he asked, his voice low and sharp.
You yanked your arm free, glaring up at him. âWhat are you talking about?â
âThat guy.â His words were practically spat out. âKaito. You think he actually cares about you?â
You scoffed, crossing your arms. âAnd what would you know about it, Sasuke? You donât know him, and you sure as hell donât know me anymore.â
His smirk was anything but friendly. âOh, I know you, [Name]. Better than he does. Better than he ever will.â
âGet over yourself,â you snapped, stepping back. But he followed, his presence overwhelming.
âYouâre playing a dangerous game,â he murmured, his tone dark and possessive. âYou think Kaitoâs gonna protect you? Keep you safe?â
âI donât need anyone to protect me,â you shot back. âLeast of all you.â
His smirk faltered, replaced by something colder. âJust remember this, [Name]. If he screws up, Iâll be there. And donât think for a second Iâll let you forget who you belong to.â
You felt your blood boil. âI donât belong to anyone, least of all you, Sasuke. So stay out of my life.â
You shoved past him, your heart pounding as you hurried down the hall. Sasuke returned to the court, his mood even darker than before. Naruto was the first to notice.
âWhatâs with you now?â he asked, dribbling the ball lazily.
Sasuke leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing. âSheâs wasting her time with that idiot. I donât get what she sees in him.â
âYouâre jealous,â Shikamaru said simply, his tone bored but amused.
âIâm not jealous,â Sasuke bit out.
âYeah, sure,â Naruto said with a grin. âThatâs why youâre acting like someone stole your favorite toy.â
Sasuke glared at him, but Shikamaru only smirked. âIf youâre so bothered by it, why donât you just tell her how you feel?â
Sasuke scoffed, running a hand through his hair.
âNone of your business,â Sasuke muttered.
âYouâre acting like a psycho,â Shikamaru said, not bothering to sugarcoat it. âYou want her? Fine. But this whole âbully her until she comes runningâ thing isnât gonna work.â
Sasukeâs smirk was sharp, dangerous. âSheâll come around.â
âAnd if she doesnât?â Naruto pressed, genuinely curious.
Sasukeâs eyes darkened, his voice low and venomous. âThen Iâll make her.â
The room fell silent, his words lingering like a threat. Sasuke leaned back, arms crossed as his teammates exchanged wary glances. No one dared to challenge him, not when his mind was set.
Because when Sasuke Uchiha wanted something, he always got it.
The energy in the gymnasium reached a fever pitch as students from both schools filled the bleachers for homecoming. The court gleamed under the bright lights, the cheers of the crowd blending into an electrifying roar. It was basketball players against basketball players, cheerleaders against cheerleaders, and everyone was here to win.
The home teamâs basketball lineup was stacked: Sasuke, Naruto, Shikamaru, Choji, Neji, and Kiba. Each of them wore determined expressions as they warmed up on the court, the pride of their school riding on their shoulders.
The cheer squad, led by you, was just as ready. Alongside you were Sakura, Temari, Hinata, TenTen, Ino, and Karin, all dressed in matching uniforms that sparkled in the gym lights. The six of you had been practicing nonstop for weeks, and now it was time to show off your hard work. The first half of the basketball game was intense. Sasuke led the charge with sharp precision, his movements fluid and calculated as he dominated the court. Narutoâs energy was infectious, his quick passes and layups keeping the crowd on their feet. Shikamaruâs strategic plays, Kibaâs aggressive defense, Nejiâs perfect aim, and Chojiâs sheer power kept the opposing team on their toes.
Every time one of them scored, you and the cheer squad erupted into choreographed chants and routines, pumping up the crowd with your high-flying stunts and sharp moves.
The rival cheer squad was just as fierce, matching your energy with routines of their own. But the moment came for the halftime cheer battle, and the gym fell silent with anticipation.
The rival squad went first, nailing a routine filled with flips, basket tosses, and tight formations that left the crowd roaring.
But when it was your turn, you and your squad brought the fire. From the moment the music started, you hit every move with precision. Temari and Sakura nailed their tumbling passes, Hinataâs flyer stunts were flawless, and TenTenâs powerful jumps drew cheers from the crowd. You and Ino closed the routine with a jaw-dropping stunt, hitting the perfect scorpion pose at the peak of a basket toss.
When your routine ended, the crowd erupted into deafening cheers, and it was clear your squad had stolen the show.
âHell yeah!â Naruto yelled from the bench, pumping his fist in the air.
âOf course, we crushed them,â Temari said confidently, high-fiving you as you returned to the sidelines.
Everything was perfect. Or so you thought. As you grabbed a water bottle, laughing with your friends about your routine, your eyes scanned the gym for your boyfriend, Kaito. But what you saw made your stomach drop.
Kaito was standing near the bleachers with one of the rival teamâs cheerleaders, a girl in a red and black uniform. They were laughing together, her hand resting on his chest in a way that made your skin crawl.
And then he kissed her.
Your bottle slipped from your hand, clattering to the floor. The noise drew the attention of your friends, who followed your gaze.
âNo way,â Ino whispered, her jaw dropping.
âThat bastard,â Temari hissed, her eyes narrowing.
Sakuraâs hand flew to her mouth. âI canât believe him.â
Even Hinata, usually so kind and quiet, frowned deeply. âHow could he do that to you?â
On the court, Sasuke had seen the whole thing. His dark eyes narrowed as he tracked the scene, his grip on the basketball tightening.
âLooks like Kaitoâs showing his true colors,â Shikamaru said lazily, though his sharp gaze lingered on you.
Narutoâs brows furrowed. âWhat the hell? Thatâs messed up. Poor [Name].â
Kiba growled under his breath. âShe doesnât deserve that.â
Sasuke said nothing, but the dark look in his eyes spoke volumes. He wasnât angry for youâno, it was more selfish than that. He was furious that Kaito had dared to think he could have you in the first place. Despite the betrayal, the halftime performance couldnât wait. You wiped your eyes quickly, forcing yourself to focus as the music started. Your movements were sharp, your smile forced but unshaken as you executed the routine perfectly.
Sakura placed a hand on your shoulder as you transitioned to the next formation, her eyes full of silent support. Temari took the lead on a tumbling pass, her fierce energy spurring the crowd into cheers. Ino and Hinata executed their stunts flawlessly, while TenTen added a powerful jump combination that brought the house down.
You finished the routine with a show-stopping pyramid, standing tall at the top despite the ache in your chest.
The crowd erupted into applause, and as you climbed down, Temari whispered, âYouâre stronger than this, [Name]. Donât let him see you break.â
You nodded, your resolve hardening. The boys returned to the court, their energy even fiercer than before. Sasuke played like a man possessed, his movements sharp and unforgiving as he dominated the court. Every time he scored, his dark eyes flicked to you, as if silently daring you to look away.
Naruto matched his energy, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a fiery determination. Kiba and Neji locked down the rival teamâs offense, while Choji and Shikamaru coordinated flawless plays.
The game ended with an overwhelming victory for your team, and the gym erupted into cheers.
As you packed up with your friends, you felt a dark presence behind you. Turning, you saw Sasuke, his smirk sharp and his gaze heavy.
âKaitoâs a waste of time,â he said, his voice low so only you could hear. âYou know that now, donât you?â
You glared at him, your voice steady despite the storm inside you. âItâs none of your business, Sasuke.â
He stepped closer, his smirk deepening. âYouâll see, princess. Youâll forget about him soon enough.â
And with that, he walked away, leaving you with more questions than answers.
The weekend had finally arrived, and for once, the group chat was blowing up with excitement. After the chaos of homecomingâthe cheer battle, the drama with Kaito, and the aftermath of the gameâyou and your friends decided it was time for a girlsâ day. No boys, no distractions, just you, Sakura, Temari, Ino, Hinata, Karin, and TenTen enjoying each otherâs company.
The plan was simple: brunch, shopping, and an all-night movie marathon back at the dorms. The cafĂŠ was warm and cozy, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filling the air as you all gathered around a large corner table.
âIâm still pissed about Kaito,â Temari said bluntly, stabbing her fork into a stack of pancakes. âSeriously, what kind of idiot cheats during homecoming? In front of half the school, no less.â
You sighed, swirling your straw in your iced coffee. âIâd rather not talk about him, honestly. Iâm over it.â
âGood,â Ino said with a flip of her hair. âBecause heâs not worth your time. If you ask me, he was holding you back anyway.â
âI agree,â Hinata said softly, offering you a kind smile. âYou deserve someone who respects you.â
âOr no one at all!â Karin added with a smirk. âWho needs guys, anyway? Theyâre all trouble.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Sakura teased, leaning back in her chair. âSome of us have boyfriends who arenât jerks.â
âYeah, howâs Mr. Random these days?â Temari asked with a raised eyebrow.
Sakura laughed. âHeâs fine, thanks for asking. But letâs not make this about me. Whatâs our shopping plan?â The mall was buzzing with life, and the seven of you wasted no time diving into your favorite stores.
âTry this on!â Ino exclaimed, holding up a sparkly dress in your direction.
âAbsolutely not,â you said, laughing as she shoved it into your arms anyway.
Temari and TenTen were busy sorting through racks of jackets, debating the merits of leather versus denim, while Karin inspected a display of sunglasses.
Hinata, ever the quiet one, was browsing through a rack of cozy sweaters, her cheeks pink from all the attention she kept drawing.
âSasukeâs going to lose his mind when he sees you in this,â Sakura whispered to you with a sly grin as you held up a fitted outfit in the mirror.
You rolled your eyes. âIâm not dressing for him.â
âUh-huh, sure youâre not,â Ino teased, nudging you.
âLeave her alone,â Hinata said gently, though her smile was teasing. âLet her have fun without thinking about him for once.â
You appreciated the support, even if the thought of Sasuke had been lingering in the back of your mind. Heâd been acting stranger than usual lately, and the tension between you two was undeniable. By the time you returned to the dorms, your arms were full of shopping bags, and everyone was buzzing with excitement for the movie marathon.
Temari and TenTen set up snacks, a mix of popcorn, chips, and candy spread across the coffee table. Karin queued up the movies, while Hinata and Ino fussed over blankets and pillows, making the space as comfortable as possible.
âAlright,â Sakura said, plopping onto the couch with a tub of ice cream. âWhat are we watching first?â
âSomething scary,â Temari suggested, her grin mischievous.
âNo way!â Hinata protested, clutching a pillow to her chest.
âHow about a rom-com?â Ino suggested, earning groans from half the group.
In the end, you settled on an action-packed blockbuster, complete with explosions and dramatic one-liners. The room was filled with laughter and playful banter as you all got comfortable, the stress of the past week melting away. Somewhere between the second and third movie, the conversation shifted.
âDo you ever think about what life wouldâve been like if we werenât all so⌠competitive?â Sakura asked, her voice soft.
Temari snorted. âBoring, thatâs for sure.â
âI like the way things are now,â TenTen said, stretching. âWe might argue sometimes, but weâve got each otherâs backs.â
Karin nodded. âYeah. Even when things suckâlike [Name] dealing with Kaitoâwe stick together.â
You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. âI couldnât ask for better friends.â
Hinata reached over to squeeze your hand. âAnd weâll always be here for you.â
As the night wore on, you felt lighter than you had in weeks. The drama with Kaito, the tension with Sasukeâit all seemed so far away when you were surrounded by your friends.
Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you wouldnât face them alone. The next day you actually decide to go with Sakura idea with changing yourself
Sakura, Ino, and Temari had practically dragged you into their rooms earlier, determined to give you a âmakeover.â
âOkay, this is perfect,â Temari said, holding up a black halter crop top and a pair of low-rise jeans with a statement belt.
âAdd these,â Ino said, handing over a pair of silver hoop earrings, a Dior necklace, and sleek sunglasses.
âAnd donât forget the Prada bag!â Sakura chimed in, holding up a chic black purse.
âYou have to wear these heels too,â Hinata said shyly, placing strappy black stilettos at your feet.
You stared at the collection of clothes and accessories, feeling both nervous and excited. âAre you sure about this?â
âStop doubting yourself!â Ino said, practically shoving you toward the bathroom. âTrust usâyouâll look incredible.â
When you finally stepped out of the bathroom, the girlsâ reactions were instantaneous.
âHoly crap,â Temari said, giving an impressed whistle.
âShut up, you look like a celebrity,â Sakura said, her eyes wide with approval.
âSeriously, [Name],â Ino added, a grin spreading across her face. âYouâre going to make jaws drop.â
You turned to the mirror, and your breath hitched. The sleek black halter top paired perfectly with the low-rise jeans, accentuating your curves without overdoing it. The accessories tied everything together, giving the outfit a polished, glamorous look, and the strappy heels added just the right amount of height.
For the first time in a while, you felt bold, confidentâunstoppable.
âOkay,â you said with a shy smile, âyou win. I love it.â Walking into school that day felt like something out of a dream. The moment you stepped into the main building, the atmosphere shifted. Heads turned, conversations paused, and a ripple of whispers followed your every step.
âIs that [Name]?â someone murmured.
âDamn, she looks so good,â another voice said.
You kept your head high, the confidence from your new look radiating with every step. It wasnât about the attentionâit was about how you felt. And for the first time in a long while, you felt completely in control.
When you met up with your cheer squad in the courtyard, their reactions were just as enthusiastic.
âYou actually did it!â Sakura exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. âI told you youâd look amazing.â
âYouâre killing it,â Karin said, adjusting her own sunglasses.
âEveryoneâs talking about you,â Temari said with a smirk.
Hinata blushed, offering you a soft smile. âYou look⌠stunning.â
TenTen nodded in agreement. âThis is a total power move. Iâm here for it.â
As the girls hyped you up, you couldnât help but smile. For the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you belongedâconfident, carefree, and surrounded by the best friends you could ever ask for. new outfit, it was like the air shifted. Every hallway you entered became unnervingly quiet as heads turned and eyes followed your every step. You were oblivious to it all, smiling and waving at familiar faces as you made your way to class, but the boys? They werenât subtle.
âYo, [Name]!â Kibaâs voice rang out behind you as you reached for your locker. You turned, surprised to see him practically jogging toward you with a cocky grin on his face.
âYou look⌠different today,â he said, his eyes roaming your outfit unapologetically. âI like it. Maybe youâd let me take you out sometime?â The day had started like any other: tense, unpredictable, and exhausting. Ever since you had transferred to Konoha High, it had been like living in a nightmare, and the devil running it all was Sasuke Uchiha. He wasnât just the schoolâs star athlete or the handsome boy every girl fawned overâhe was untouchable. The heir to the Uchiha family, the wealthiest and most dangerous mafia in the region, Sasuke owned the school. Literally.
It started smallâyour textbooks disappearing, your locker being tampered with. Then it escalated. Falsely being accused of cheating on a major test, only for the principal to call you into his office, pretending to be âconcernedâ while Sasuke stood smugly behind him.
âI saw her,â Sasuke had said, his tone calm but full of venom. âShe had notes hidden in her lap. I figured someone like her wouldnât be smart enough to pass on her own.â
Your protests had fallen on deaf ears, and while you werenât formally punished, the damage to your reputation was done. Sasuke always made sure of it.
You blinked at him, confused. âTake me out? Like, to lunch?â
Kiba chuckled, stepping closer, his tone dropping to something lower. âSure, lunch⌠or whatever else youâd like.â
âOh! Um, thanks, but I think Iâm okay,â you replied, smiling politely but completely missing his insinuation.
Before Kiba could press further, Sai appeared, sliding in smoothly with his usual unreadable smirk. âKiba, youâre coming on too strong,â Sai said, his voice calm but condescending.
âMind your business,â Kiba snapped, glaring at him.
Sai ignored him, his sharp gaze fixed on you. âDonât let him bother you, [Name]. You look stunning today. Really⌠captivating.â His words made your stomach twist, though you couldnât place why.
âOh, um, thank you, Sai,â you mumbled, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
âWhy donât I walk you to class?â Sai offered, taking a step closer.
âI was talking to her first!â Kiba cut in, stepping between you and Sai.
The two boys squared off, each sizing the other up like you were some kind of prize to be won. You took a step back, unsure how to handle the sudden tension. Now, you were standing in one of the schoolâs storage closets, the faint scent of cleaning supplies and dust filling your nose. The problem? You hadnât willingly walked in here.
It had been another one of Sasukeâs âgames.â Heâd cornered you during lunch, his dark eyes gleaming with malicious amusement.
âWhat do you want?â youâd demanded, clutching your tray tightly.
âTo talk,â he had said smoothly before leaning closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. âIn private.â
You had tried to refuse, but it didnât matter. Within moments, heâd dragged you down an empty hallway, ignoring your protests and shoving you into the closet. The sound of the lock clicking into place sent a wave of panic through you.
âSasuke!â you yelled, pounding on the door. âLet me out!â
On the other side, you could hear his deep chuckle, full of mockery.
âNot until you say âplease,ââ he taunted.
âIâm serious! This isnât funny!â
âOh, but it is,â he replied, his voice dripping with condescension. âYouâve been walking around like you own the place lately, acting like youâre untouchable. I think you need a reminder of whoâs really in charge here.â
Your hands balled into fists, tears of frustration prickling at your eyes. âWhat is wrong with you? Why do you keep doing this to me?â
There was a brief pause before he spoke again, his tone colder this time. âBecause I can. And because you need to learn that no one crosses an Uchiha.â
You slumped against the door, the weight of his words sinking in. There was no point in fighting him. No matter how much you wanted to report him, no one would believe you. The teachers, the principalâeven the other studentsâthey were all under his familyâs thumb. Eventually, he opened the door, his smirk as sharp as a knife. You tried to shove past him, but he grabbed your arm, pulling you back into the room.
âNot so fast,â he said, his voice low and threatening. âYou think you can just walk away?â
âLet me go,â you snapped, trying to wrench your arm free, but his grip was ironclad.
He stepped closer, his dark eyes boring into yours. âYouâre so naive, you know that? Always acting like youâre better than me. Like you donât notice the way people look at you.â
You froze as his free hand brushed against your waist, his touch lingering for far too long.
âStop it,â you said, your voice trembling.
âWhy?â he asked, leaning in so his breath tickled your ear. âYou donât seem to mind when other guys look at you. Or is it just me you have a problem with?â
Your stomach twisted in disgust as his hand moved up to your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. âYouâre pathetic,â he said, though his tone was almost⌠possessive. âThinking you can escape me. Thinking you can avoid me.â
He finally released you, but not before brushing his fingers along your jaw. âGet used to it, [Name]. No oneâs going to save you from me.â By the time you escaped his grip, you were trembling, anger and humiliation boiling inside you. But as you made your way to class, it was obvious nothing would change.
When you told Sakura and the others what had happened, they listened with concern but eventually fell silent, exchanging nervous glances.
âWhat?â you asked, your voice breaking.
âItâs not that we donât believe you,â Sakura said carefully, her eyes flickering to the side. âItâs just⌠itâs Sasuke. He gets away with everything.â
âWhy doesnât anyone do anything about it?â
âBecause theyâre scared,â Hinata whispered, her voice barely audible. âHis family⌠they have too much power. Even the police donât interfere with them.â
You wanted to scream, to cry, but you didnât. Instead, you steeled yourself, determined not to let him break you.
But Sasuke wasnât done. He never was. It wasnât just the bullying. It was the way he always seemed to be watching you, his dark gaze following your every move. The way heâd corner you in empty hallways, his hands brushing against you as he whispered cruel taunts in your ear.
âYouâre too soft,â heâd say, his tone mocking. âYouâll never survive here without me.â
You hated him. But more than that, you hated how powerless you felt.
Because in this school, Sasuke Uchiha wasnât just a bully. He was a king. And no one defied him without paying the price.
The venue was breathtakingâan opulent mansion owned by the family of one of Sasukeâs basketball teammates. It wasnât just any house; it was the kind of place youâd only see in movies. Ornate chandeliers lit the massive hallways, and floor-to-ceiling windows gave a view of the sprawling backyard, complete with a pool glowing under string lights. Music pulsed through the walls, heavy bass vibrating in the air, blending with the hum of laughter and conversation.
You arrived with your group of friends, feeling both excited and a little nervous. Parties like this werenât your usual scene, but after much begging and coaxing from Sakura and Temari, youâd finally agreed.
âCâmon, you deserve to have fun!â Sakura had said earlier, practically dragging you out of your dorm room. âItâll be good for you to let loose for once!â
And so, here you were, standing just inside the mansionâs grand entrance, your outfitâchosen with the help of your friendsâturning heads as soon as you walked in. The black romper hugged your figure in all the right places, and the strappy heels accentuated your legs. Your long hair fell in loose waves down your back, catching the light every time you moved.
âYou look so hot tonight,â Temari whispered, leaning in with a grin as she linked her arm with yours. âEvery guy here is going to be all over you.â
You laughed nervously. âLetâs hope not.â
But even as you said it, you could feel eyes on youâlingering stares from guys scattered throughout the room. You tried to focus on your friends instead. The night started off lighthearted. Drinks were poured, laughter filled the air, and everyone seemed to be in good spirits. Sakura found her boyfriend almost immediately, pulling him into a kiss before disappearing into the crowd with him. Temari and Hinata were quick to drag you toward the bar, where a line of colorful cocktails was set up.
âYou have to try this one,â Temari said, handing you a drink with a mischievous smile. âItâs sweet, but itâll hit you later if youâre not careful.â
âShould I be worried?â you asked, eyeing the drink suspiciously.
âOnly if youâre a lightweight,â she teased.
The first sip was surprisingly good, and before you knew it, you were halfway through your second glass. The alcohol loosened your nerves, making it easier to join in the fun. The girls dragged you onto the dance floor, where the music thumped loudly, and the energy was contagious.
Tenten twirled you around, laughing as you stumbled slightly in your heels. âYouâre getting the hang of this!â she said.
âBarely,â you replied, giggling.
The group danced together, your movements syncing with the rhythm of the music. You felt free, the worries of the week melting away as you lost yourself in the moment.
But across the room, someone else was watching.
Sasuke stood with his group near the bar, a drink in hand. His dark eyes followed your every move, narrowing slightly when he noticed the way other guys were starting to notice you too. He didnât say anything, but his grip on his glass tightened.
Naruto nudged him. âYou okay, man? Youâve been staring over there for a while.â
Sasuke didnât respond immediately. Instead, he downed the rest of his drink and set the glass on the counter with more force than necessary. âIâll be fine,â he muttered, though his gaze never left you. As the night wore on, your friends began to leave one by one. Temari and Hinata left first, with Naruto and Shikamaru escorting them out. Tenten left with Neji shortly after, and Sakura had long since disappeared with her boyfriend.
âIâll be fine,â you assured them when they asked if you wanted to leave too.
But now, as the crowd thinned and the music softened, you realized you were alone.
Or so you thought.
Sasuke appeared beside you, his presence suffocating as he leaned in close. âLooks like itâs just us now.â
His words sent a chill dowon your spine, and you suddenly felt very aware of how vulnerable you were.
âGet off me sasuke!â With your friends now gone from the party you were now vulnerable to sasuke and he took this time to make his full move on you. Getting tired of you fighting agasint him he smacks so hard that your head whipped back to two sides you then look at him with teary eyes terrified of him. That was moment he realized how much control he had of you. And how innocent you were.
âJust wait until we get into in my dorm Im gonna ruin you.â He says darkly chuckling to himself.
You are now currently in sasuke dorm His hands are on your waist, pressing you agasint the wall with no way out. You try to protest but kisses you immediately with tongue causing tension to rise he presses you into the wall further after he finishes kissing you salvia breaks apart with your heaving breathing. God he just wants to ruin. He then grabs the back of your hair gripping it tightly. âIm going to lift you up on my shoulders and if you try anything it wonât end well for you. â
You whimper in response not knowing what to say he took that as you responding and lift your legs up on his shoulders. He takes off your red lace panties tucking them in his pockets. âWeâre gonna fall!-â he then uses he left arm grabbing my mother closing my mouth shut. He then presses his mouth up to your cunt his tongue wrapping around clit you immediately let out a small moan and whimper. You never touched yourself so this new feeling felt intense.
Letting he left hand go off your mouth he starts kneading both of your breasts adding more pleasure. He continues to suck and lick at your clit skillfully. Your breath catches in your throat swallowing a lump in your throat, your head starts to fall back into the wall gripping on sasukeâs hair. It feels so good. Way too good. Tears start to well up in your eyes. âSasuke T-to much-â Your voice is weak as you protest. âWell Thats just to bad.â He then uses his finger against your hole, twisting it until it pushes your velvet walls. He then hums lapping at your clit, sloppily pressing his tongue on your clit dragging upwards before moving his tongue side to side across your bud. Sasuke then starts sloppily using his finger in your hole pressing against your g spot.
You start to let out incoherent moans and cries. âP-please itâs to much!â Sasuke then looks up at you for a second. âCanât even speak correctly I must be eating you out to good.â He then stoops eating you out using his fingers for your hole. His fingers then start pounding into your hole relentlessly the heel of his hand slapping against your clit. You then feel something way intense. Too intense. You then feel you a knot coming into your stomach and your toes curling. âIt hurts sasuke.â He then looks up at you again. âYour to tight just calm down.â He then uses his fingers to rub at your clit. And your mouth forms into an O shape letting out loud moans.
Your pleasure then builds up stacks of build unfold by itself. You cum hard. Nasty wet squelches could be heard around the room. Your now letting out broken moans and cries. Without stopping he then puts his mouth back on your clit still fingering hard he then curls his fingers into your g-spot. You sob, his pace being non persistent and mean, bullying you past your organisms. And you start to tremble heavily. âP/please Sasuke Im sorry just stop please-!â You cry desperately as his fingers curl into you harder his tongue slurping on your clit. You feel something deep inside you snap. You then let out a scream. You then feel something warm. You then look down on sasuke face in horror.
You squirted. Sasuke then speaks and laughs at your pathetic state did you just squirt? (Name).â Too out breath to say nothing you just stare at him with swelling eyes. He then drops you off his shoulders with your legs so wobbly he then pushes you on the bed harshly back hitting the bed. He then grabs one of your legs putting it on his shoulders âW-wait! Iâve never done this before.â He then takes off his clothes revealing his toned body. He pumps himself a few times. You then look at with tear filled eyes. âI-it wonât fitâ You whimper. Sasuke just grins down and laugh at you.
âThen Iâll make it fit.â Beige surging his hips forward. He then bottoms you out in one go, his groan drowned out by your louder whines. Your previous orgasms let him slip right in, but damnit your walls hugged and squeezed him so tight, too much for him not to snap his hips forward. Your mouth gapes at his harsh rhythm creating a sloppy and nasty sound in the room that just drives him to fuck you harder and faster. Your insides felt so full that you could burst. His cock is doing nothing but spitting you apart in a way it got your brain melting into a putty. With your eyes getting watery as it is. Beautiful noises coming out of so loudly that sasuke had to bend down and shut you up himself squeezed your cheeks so hard your cheeks started looking like a red tomato. He then lets go kissing you sloppily a mess of salvia from both tongues disconnecting Sasuke then grabs a bouncing tit squeezes hard while he still kept you face upturned to his, calling you degrading words while his hand was rubbing on your clit again. âYou donât want this but youâre being a crybaby creaming around me.â He said looking at your teary eyes.
He can feel himself bump into your cervix, He then looks back up to look at your face to see that yiur eyes had permanently rolled back of your head, your tongue out and drooling. God he wanna stay in this moment forever. Sasuke then engrave the image of you in the back of his mind immediately throwing his head back with a loud moan, the rough rutting of his hips having your hand to try and push him off weakly when your insides throbbed, incoherent babbles then come out of your mouth about a organism. âYeah? Gonna cum again crybaby?â He rasps out, gathers your wrists tight in one hand as he fucked you hard and rough with everything he had, delirious in his own upcoming high. âCmon crybaby cum all over my cock. Fuuuckkk-â
You couldnât even form words, you just came seconds after with your back curling off thr bed, dumb squeals and cries muffled by sasuke hand. The bed creaking and headboard hitting the wall so aggressively. His hand pushing you roughly on the in the pillow, a spew of curses leaving his lips out of pure bliss HES feeling right now. He panted out like a a dog, still cumming lazily rocking shallow thrusts into you, blobs of white overflowing around the edges and dribbling in a puddle under your ass. He finally pulls out. He then lets out a laugh at your fucked out expression. He leaned then licking your neck and kissing it. You then let out a whimper.
You tried to get up but he pushes you back down. âLay back down youâre not going anywhere looking like that.â With no energy left you just do as he says. Immediately falling asleep in his arms.
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nagumo yoichi x afab!reader â 3k wc â ao3
c/w: smut. porn with some plot. semi-public sex. rivals w/ benefits. jcc nagumo (if youâre uncomfy with that pls step away from the vehicle) mdni.
a/n: was having second thoughts about posting this because im super insecure with writing porn but here we are. happy hearts day to the 4 ppl who like my shit. and to @angstigone, itâs you, itâs you, itâs all for you đˇ
Sakamoto Taro and Akao Rion. These two were the ones you wanted to be as strong as. But Nagumo came into the picture and out of the three, he seemed the most approachable and youâre not the nicest with asking favors either.
âMe? TrainâŚyou?â asked Nagumo, head tilted to the side.
âYes. I need it to happen as soon as possible.â You answered way too quickly and way too plainly.
âWhatâs in it for me?â
âI donât know. What do you want?â
That was the question that started it all. A bet made between just the two of you. Whoever scores higher in class activities for the week would get the upper hand and have their way with the loser. Nagumo lets you win without fail while he decides on what he wants out of it. He plays along because itâs fun while he gives you the satisfaction that youâre winning against him.
You took advantage of this because it meant you could improve yet there are times you wished heâd take you seriously. He seemed too carefree all the time and it bothered you. It bothered you so much that your competitiveness grew into you wanting to rival him instead of his other two friends.
These games went on and on, far longer than you both remember. You were getting better at it. However, it was becoming repetitive.
Until it wasnât.
Lately, when he pins you downâon the floor, against the wall, or wherever, and his taunts hidden beneath layers of:
âAh, that was close! Getting stronger now, aren't you?â
âYouâre making it harder for me these days.â
âRelaaax⌠You left yourself wide open with that temper of yours.â
âbegin rolling out of his mouth, it sends tingles all over your body, making it harder to ignore the way he affects you. And when you do the same and put your whole body weight on him, youâd notice the slight flush on his cheeks, ignoring and thinking theyâre just from exertion.
Until he wasnât trying to hide it anymore. So you asked, âWhatâs that fucking face all about?â
And he cluelessly countered, âHuh? What face?â
âThat face you keep doing! Youâre blushing like someâŚâ you trailed off, trying to find the right words before you hesitantly continued, ââŚvirgin.â
And you swore you saw something shift with his smile yet it was gone before you could catch it. He shrugged, âWell, yeah, itâs because I am.â
âPfft, yeah right. No shit.â you said after an eye roll. But when he wasnât biting back, you had to do a double take, asking, âWait, really?â
And sometimes being driven and nosy is not the best combo. Because just like always, Nagumo went along when you had suggested another idea. You were curious to see how he reacts to you. How pathetic he can become under your touch. Wipe the smugness off his face. Watch him break character as he succumbs at the mercy of using just your hands, just your mouth, or simply the sweet nothings youâd whisper into his ear.
It was initially intended as a silly joke when you asked if he wanted to try something yet here you are, in too deep, flown too close. You had some sort of control for once and the thrill had you addicted.
Him lying about his chastity crossed your mind but who cares at this point. After all, heâs such a pretty face. Prettier when he smiles. Prettiest when he cries.
Neither of you showed any hint of disapproval towards it so it became one of your routine interactions. Every single time you leave him behind in that dark and cramped utility room, you act as if nothing happened. He does the same, if anything, he does it better. Another unspoken contest added on top of an existing one.
Itâs better that way, you think.
All of this is nothing more than just a bet anyway.
With Valentineâs day around the corner, Nagumo thinks about the piles and piles of chocolate boxes heâs once again going to receive. Enough for him to walk around the JCC like heâs some kind of celebrity. Heâs aware that you never cared for such things. Still⌠He wanted to know. Whatâs the harm in asking?
âW-What are you up to on Valentines?â Nagumo stammers around his question, a dazed smile lingers on his lips as you take him throat deep.
Wiping your mouth with your hand and stroking his dick with the other, you ponder before speaking, âAnd youâre asking me becauseâŚ?â
âI heardââ he gasps with a shaky exhale as you begin pressing circles over his tip with your thumb. Struggling to maintain control in the face of your touch, he continues, âyouâre finally making chocolates for me this year.â
Looking up at him, you chuckle softly, âMust be your other bitch.â
âShh, quiet down, someone might hear youâre jealous.â He attempts a coy grin before gasping once more, eyes rolling at the back of his head as you drag the length of his dick on your tongue before slowly pushing into your mouth once again.
Just for you to stop and coo at him, pouting, âAw~ He thinks heâs so funny.â
âI am funny. You look like youâre having lots of fun right now.â
âSo much fun that Iâm your secret⌠And you canât tell a fucking soul. Keep it up.â
âYouâre cruel.â
âI think itâs quite romantic.â
He snorted, âYouâre sick and youâre mean. I have feelings you knowâŚâ
âFor me?â You giggle before continuing, âOr you want me to give you something to cry about?â
Nagumo suppresses a chuckle as he closes his mouth like an imaginary zipper, tilting his head back as he tries to stop himself from blowing his load right then and there (yet fails miserably) with the image of your face at the forefront of his mind.
Nagumoâs done playing with his food.
Days before Valentines, you found yourself in a pinch. He didnât let you win the bet this time. He scored higher than you in everything with ease and precision. An overkill to say the least. Youâre well aware how he easily lets you win each time. It has always been one-sided. But the sudden change threw you off and had you feeling a mix of dread and anticipation for whatâs about to come.
Youâre pissed, flustered, with trembling fingers hidden inside clenched fists. Thinking, heâs going to have his way with you for the first time since this stupid bet started.
He smirks as he towers behind you while your mind races on all the possibilities on how heâs gonna strip you, bend you over, throw you around like a rag doll, have fistfuls of your hair as he fucks the living shit out of you. Maybe get his payback for all the teasing and edging you subjected him to, how you had him wrapped around your fingers behind closed doors.
Or so you thought.
In the confined space that you and him usually share secret meetings with, Nagumo has his chest pressed against your back as he fucks you softly. He covers you with his warmth. The room grows humid with him repeatedly sighing against your skin, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Thereâs fondness in his touch with the way he has his hands all over you, like they had always belonged there.
Thereâs no rushing. He treats you with gentleness, like youâre the most precious little thing heâs ever laid his hands on. His voice slurs at the mentions of your name, breath feverishly hot against your neck. With his dick all wet and snug inside you, he makes you forget everything. The bet. The thoughts you had when you first walked in. Or whatever the fuck this one-sided rivalry was all about.
Heâs got you thinking of him and him only.
As he parts your trembling legs wider, Nagumo reaches for a hand in between, whispering how wet you are, how good you make him feel. His long slender fingers pressing circles over your clit, making you whimper with his dick thrusting in and out of you. His movements ever so slow as you shudder under him.
He notices your hand slowly anchoring onto something. And one thing about Nagumo is he doesnât like it when you cling onto something that isnât him. Heâd rather you claw at him, have fistfuls of his locks in your grasp, dig your fingers into his skin and have it painted blue and black, maybe draw a bit of blood like you always do.
So he lays you gently on a flat surface, that way he can have all your attention. He teases your folds before thrusting all the way in and then all the way out, again and again, coating his entire length with your wetness. He cradles the back of your head with his hands like a pillow to make it less uncomfortable for you, but more so to keep your eyes straying away from him. Your bodies mold into each other, keeping himself close to you as much as he possibly can, as if youâd escape if he clings a little less.
Finding yourselves face to faceâjust how he likes itâhe inhales every soft sigh that escapes your lips, his voice breaking like stained glass every time he bottoms out with your pussy creaming around the base of his dick. Heâs truly blushing now that heâs so completely lost in you, mesmerized by the fluttering of your lashes and the hazy look in your eyes as he thrusts deep inside you.
Nagumo could cum just by looking at you.
As a distraction, he thinks of something else to make the moment last longer, make it worthwhile. But then he remembers heâs never kissed you before. He thought about it maybe once or twice, doesnât really matter since you never asked. You never initiated. Hell, you donât even let him touch you. Not like this. Not when you see it as him one upping you. It had been enough for him that youâd let him watch you please yourself sometimes, telling him youâre being nice.
This is much more intimate than the acts youâve shared thus far. And right now, youâre simply holding your end of the deal. Nothing more.
Yet you just had to shift it all one-eighty and go diving into his mind, whispering, âYoichi, how come you never kiss me?â
He murmurs, âThought youâd never ask.â and wastes no time, pressing his moist lips onto yours, deepening it as he feels you do the same. With all lips and tongue, your moans melt into his mouth. Itâs all he could think about, your softness, the way you move your head to kiss him more, your sweaty palms cradling his face. Heâs been denying himself of it this entire time and now itâs all he wants to do.
With his mind completely consumed by you and your pussy full of him, Nagumo finds himself hurtling so incredibly close to the edge. He picks up his pace, the pleasure slowly becoming unbearable for him with your moans turning into sweet sobs. Your pussy feels mind-numbingly good to him, clamping, squeezing around his dick like youâre milking him.
He leaves you wanting more as he pulls out. With brows knitted and mouth slightly parted, he pants softly as he strokes his dick so fucking wet from your dripping cunt. His chest heaves deeply, skin glistening with his sweat mixed with yours. You watch him cum all over your belly as he makes a face that you grew familiar with, yet now it feels all too different, and a part of you wishes he shouldâve cum inside you.
Nagumo wonders why he waited so long to do this. It feels better than anything heâs done. So much better now that heâs doing it with you. The urge to kiss you once more overcomes him. And so he lets it. He makes his way down your neck, tracing your collarbone, circling in on your tits, taking his sweet time, staying there for a good while. He laps your nipples with his tongue, his thumbs drawing circles as he squeezes both in his palms.
He then finds his way to your arms. A kiss for every bruise and scar you had developed from training with him, he thinks theyâre beautiful, clouding over the line between an apology and confession. He goes lower, his tongue sloppily swirls around your fingers and palms calloused from being so hard on yourself. Nagumo smirks as he meets your gaze, sealing it with wet kisses on the back of your hands like the gentleman he believes he is.
He goes lower and lower onto your belly, licking, tasting his own self off your skin. He leaves moist prints from your hips onto your thighs, kissing the back of your legs, sucking, biting gently down to your heels and toes. He kisses all over your body, leaving evidence of himselfâdigging in on every fucking inch of you. What a sightâŚhe thinks, as you writhed under him.
Lifting your hips with your thighs over his shoulders, Nagumo swallows thick before dragging his tongue over your pussy. Youâre dripping⌠making a mess, creaming all over his mouth. He draws faint circles as he toys with your clit, and when you buck your hips for more as your body shivers, he canât help but meet your gaze and grin a little.
He squeezes the flesh of your thighs when you reach for his hair partially hiding his eyes, gripping them tight, pushing his face more desperately into your soaked cunt. Tingles run down his spine as you cry out his name in pleasure. You have him worked up once more, taking all his strength to fight the urge to fuck you again.
Nagumo holds you by the curve of your waist, keeping you in place as you arch your back once again. Heâs drinking you, your juices trickling from the side of his mouth. You taste sweeter now when you say youâre close as you keep grinding your hips.
Having you fall apart for him is all he wants to see, all he wants to hear, all he wants to feel.
And heâs going to take you there.
So good, he murmurs an octave lower, encouraging you to fuck yourself into his mouth. A couple more rolls of your hips, a few more flicks of his tongue, you finally snap. And it feels so so good for Nagumo to make you cum, putting his mouth to good use and having you worked up in an entirely different way. Youâre so pretty like thisâbreathlessly gasping curses alongside his name with your pussy melting onto his tongue.
He could do this for hours. Eat you out just to kill time. But he needs to be patient again, for now.
Replacing his mouth with a hand, he thumbs your clit while he continues to fuck knuckles deep inside you, curving and thrusting in slow paces. A wordless whine is all you could do as a protest, but he doesnât stop. He leans closer to you, his kisses demanding and sloppy, showing how good you taste. Hazy brown eyes staring you down, he murmurs against your lips, âYou alright? Enjoying yourself?â
A breathy âShut up.â is all you could manage. Not sure if youâre simply fucked out, dazed, awkward, angry⌠or all of the above. His touch leaves you and you want it back more than you care to admit. He comes back and wipes you down, and then helps you with your clothes. He doesnât say a word other than making sure if youâre okay. Everything feels normal and abnormal at the same time, making you momentarily forget how icky and unromantic the place was.
Nagumo may have done things to you that only lovers do.
And like a flip on a switch, heâs back to his usual self. His carefree innocent smile appears like nothing happened. So you try to play it cool as well, chuckling, âYouâre still⌠Dâyou wanna go for round two?â
âNah, itâs fine.â He slips into his shirt and pants, dusting it with his palms before meeting your gaze, smiling, âItâs almost lights out. Come on.â
âOh, right.â You nod, he opens the door and you both go your separate ways like usual.
First time you lost the bet.
First time Nagumo shows you what a true win feels like.
February 14 is here and after strolling around the bustling academy, pushing a cart full of sweets he received from his admirers in different departments, Nagumo and Sakamoto settle in the cafeteria, still drawing a steady stream of girls eager to give what they had prepared for them.
Across the room, youâre sauntering towards where Nagumo is, empty handed. And as you reach his pile of gifts, you grab one and plop down on his lap sideways before looking at him with a coy grin.
Nagumo watched the whole thing, his awe hidden behind a clueless smile as you slam the box less forcefully than you wanted to on the table. After prying it open, you select a piece, holding it between your fingers an inch closer to his lips. You pause to speak, âYou know, I heard weâre a thing now.â
Nagumo blinks. âOhhh? Says who?â He rests his cheek on his hand while he holds your waist with the other, his deep brown eyes now filled with amusement gazing up at you.
You feed him a piece, and then another, not giving him a chance to chew. And another one, until he has a mouthful of chocolate made by some girl who doesnât matter right now. After looking around, you let your bloodlust seep out a little as you wipe the corners of his lips, just to spread it more messily. Leaning closer, softly, you finally answer, âSays me.â
Good fold, he thinks.
You see, the thing about Nagumo is he wants. He may not know exactly what it is all the time, but what he wants is what he gets. And right now, youâre exactly where itâs at.

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So Iâve seen you draw and tag a couple of different ships, just wondering which are your favorite???
Love your art btw :D
Thank you!
I donât have a specific ship i'm particularly loyal to, so I guess Iâll rate them and also provide my own headcanons:
(disclaimer i dont know ship names so imma just try my best)
Trine-shipping: yes, put the three of them together, I donât care. familial, sexual, romantic, platonic, its all good. I go crazy seeing them stand next to each other in the cartoon what do you want from me.
thunderwarp: I see this one a lot and I quite like it. these two being mates with starscream doing his own thing kinda makes sense considering starscream has a bunch of other ships. also makes it fun when something happens to one of them and starscream is left in the awkward position of having to deal with that.
thunderstar: been thinking about this one more lately. theyâre like foils to each other. thundercrackerâs a good boy to starscreamâs bad boy, and he does such a concern about all the morally dubious stuff starscream gets up to. but at the same time, he admires starscreamâs ambition and rizz and starscream the kinda bot that would pull you so high if you followed him. I think out of anyone, starscream is the closest to actually trusting thundercracker.Â
starwarp: i had this thought one time of what if skywarp is like the horniest asexual and starscream is the most traumatized aromantic, and how would that even work XD nothing solid in the works just an idea that I had. ive seen these two less often outside of trine shipping but it can be pretty hot. I like when they are being protective of each other. I always see skywarp as more emotionally open than his trinemates and starscream can use some of that open and honest emotional love and care. someone to forcfully make him accept being loved. someone who will actually push back when heâs being stupid. and with skywarp being loyal to megatron, so much angst potential for both of them.
starbee: im a sucker for the whole ghost bee starscream dynamic. I already made a post about these two, and after all this time I still really enjoy this ship. I think characters that donât actually like each other at first but grow into a mutual respect is so tasty. I think some people donât like the ship because they headcanon bee as too young? well, starscream is actually younger in my fic lmao, but also theyâre like 6 million years old and are born with full adult processing capabilities, I donât think age matters here :P its less about intimacy for me anyway. I like them together because of how much it takes to get there.Â
starwavewave: okay this one is 100% fueled by tfone but guyssss guysss theyre married and megatron is their son and im just aaaagh dont seperate them! such a kookie dynamic, the cool headed soundwave, the emotionally volatile shockwave, the arrogant yet cowardly starscream, all being fail dads to their little scamp leader. hahaha. high command polyculeÂ
megastar: gasp, rated above skystar. yes, I just find this dynamic more interesting. I like an abusive ship sometimes for the angst but I also enjoy seeing megatron when he isnt abusive? kinda catharsis maybe. I read a fic once where the war is over and starscream invites megatron to one of optimusâ high profile parties and is appalled at megatron showing up in robot equivalent of underdressed, meanwhile megatron the working class miner is like âI washed, what else was I supposed to doâ XD and I just love that haha. theres just so many ways to take it. I wont be doing any megastar in my au, I just tag anything that has megatron and starscream interacting with megastar cuz thats the dynamic to me
skystar/jetstar: iddkkkkk i know this is the most popular ship but itâs just!! idk! its not as interesting to me haha. I love this as a past ship, they were roommates in college, starscream opened himself to someone, chose to become close and then was hurt by it. just another wound on starscreamâs spark before he ever even meets megatron. I donât think theyd get back together after the ice. idk how well I can write this so Iâll just explain how it happens in my au here: skyfire died and starscream created this version of skyfire in his mind that was perfect, he memorialised him because he was dead! you just cant live up to how someone remembers you. I think that was part of the reason why starscream reacts so badly when skyfire âbetrayedâ him. unlike thundercracker, skyfire knows how to set healthy boundaries. not to mention heâd been on ice for four million years, lost his entire life, everyone he knows, and his entire civilisation, planet, and culture to a war he had no part in. botâs gonna be upset. pissed off even. skyfire shouldnt have to be some soft sparked punching bag for starscream, heâs kind and a pacifist but heâs also going to get upset and have feelings. I think starscreamâs betrayal would hit pretty hard, heâd gonna be upset about how much starscreamâs changed, how much damage starscream helped cause during the war, and also starscream shooting him in the back for wanting to protect the native wildlife! when they properly talk to each other again itâs going to be heated on both sides, and I think after some hard work from both sides they could end up in a place where they are willing to be friends again, but I donât think theyâd conjunx. skystar isnt end game to me, but it is canon and an important part of the story
starop: I think ive read one fic where I really liked this ship. itâs just such a random pairing. my initial reaction is just noooo optimus prime?? but that guyâs everyoneâs dad! Ive been told a big part of it is theyâre both megatronâs exâs and thatâs pretty funny. not for me sadly haha (opxmegatronoldmanyaoiotpfrfr)
starjackâŚwheelstar? whatever the starscream and wheeljack one is. Iâm not into this one. I see where people are coming from with it, but wheeljack isnt an interesting character to me. they can be science bros tho
starscream and windblade: ive seen this like once or twice. not for me. windblade is like, starscreamâs daughter or something idk XDÂ
soundstar: uuuh i dont see it. sorry! i legit have no thoughts on soundstar. theyre coworkers XD. ive seen fics where the seekers are really young and soundwave moms them, and thatâs really cute. okay, I like soundwave as a caretaker if the seekers are young, but yeah I donât think I understand this one.Â
shockstar: nooooooo. tho ironically theres more canon content there to fuel this one than soundstar (is this emotion?) but still no XD I donât even hate shockwave! let him be sunstormâs dad, thatâs cute. but no, shockewave too creepy. no ship. they are also coworkers
what other ship is there even? oh yeah
starprowl: this is apparently a really popular ship?! I guess in a way prowl is sort of like the autobotâs starscream, undermining his leader, arrogant, willing to do the dubious play. theyâre both ruthless. I like this one better than starjacked, but its still an odd pairing to me.
oh! knockout and starscream, i can kinda see it? like, as a rebound after breakdown? I like knock out and breakdown, so Iâd only see these two as like friends or if something happened to breakdown. theyâre a LOT of fun when they interact tho heh heh, perfectly clashing personalities
on the topic of tfp, I guess starscream and arcee is a ship? I can see this similar to my enjoyment of starbee, theyâd have to work reeaally hard for this one to work but they have had potentially positive interactions in the show (before starscream screws it up) so its possible in a better world where starscream doesnt suck they could become friends. him killing cliffjumper is gonna be a huge hurdle tho!Â
dont talk to me about airachnid
do people ship starscream and ratchet? I donât ship it, but I do really like interactions between them. starscream is so terrible but he also gets hurt a lot. ratchet is grumpy and prejudice but heâs the best doctor and heâll fix him up! I like when something terrible happens to starscream and ratchet cant help but feel bad for the guy. thatâs the good stuff.
lastly i have been asked a few times on trinebee. im assuming this is bumblebee and the trine. i hadnt thought about it but it makes sense! if youre a starbee shipper, but you also support trine propaganda, then it only makes sense to bring bee into the trine. also bee and thundercracker are friends! the only ones who havent really had any interaction is bee and warp, and honestly idk if I see those two getting along but bumblebee is everybodyâs friend so XD Iâm sure itâll work out!
and i think those are all the thoughts i have on the ships!Â
no hate on anyone who ships any of these!!! you all do what you do, these are just my opinions, and honestly Iâm just not a huge shipper to begin with haha. I amâŚunsure if there will be any shipping content in my au, I write my scenarios very much âcanon but to the leftâ and so it comes out very sex-less because romance and intimacy is just not the type of content Iâm in the business of writing. but, idk, i think about it sometimes. sometimes I think about the end of chapter one of thundercrackerâs origin, the night starscream took thundercracker out on a not-date. i think, who knows, in some version of the story maybe they shared a kiss? maybe they went back to the apartment and things went further? maybe. but of course, in every version of the story, starscream is gone the next morning.Â
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Can you do Pazzi as moms where there daughter is a little bit older and she gets bad grades and Paige and azzi help her
Bad News - Pazziâs daughter



Sum: Saylor gets bad grades and her teacher calls Azzi
Warnings: based in 2044, a curse word lmao
Notes: was I daydreaming or something? Why is this all over the place? đľâđŤ I didnât go into to much detail about p & a helping her bc I didnât really know what else to put so sorry about that.
Wc: 1.2k
Pair: pazzi x daughter!oc
Saylorâs Masterlist
âHi is this Azzi Fudd?â A girl says over the phone âYes, and who is this?â Azzi responds back âIâm Mrs. Smith, one of your daughters teachers. Um im calling because Saylor is failing my class and two others. We have tried to help her but it doesnât seem to be working. She failed her test for my class yesterday and itâs not looking good for the tests in the other two classes either.â Mrs. Smith says over the phone
âWhat? Thatâs not like Saylor, she normally does really good in school.â Azzi replies confused âThats what me and her other teachers have been talking about. We didnât know if maybe there was something going on at home to make her not be concentrating, or maybe her friend group?â
âNo, No thereâs nothing going on at home. As for her friend group I donât really know. Iâll talk to her other mom and we will try to figure it out, thank you for callingâ Azzi says to mrs. smith with both of them saying byes then hanging up
Azzi sighs pulling the phone from her ear and going to Paigeâs contact- not knowing if sheâs gonna answer or not because Paige was at a photo shoot
âHey Az, whatâs up?â Paige says over the phone after picking up on the 2nd ring âare you busy?â Azzi asks ânah, I just left the photo shoot figured I would stop at the store and get stuff for dinner and then maybe bring home some lunch? You good with chipotle or you want something else?â Paige asks
âChipotle is fine, but um I just got a call from one of Saylors teachersâ Azzi says to Paige, âWhat? Is Saylor ok? Do I need to go get her from school?â
âNo. No, sheâs fine but sheâs failing some of her classes and her teachers are worried somethings going on at home or with her friendsâ Azzi says while packing her duffel and starting to walk to her car
âWell nothings going on at home and she should only be talking to her friends at school. Sheâs still grounded. So I donât know what could possibly be happening in her friend group at school for her to be failing multiple classes. Hey Iâm gonna FaceTime you Iâm about to start drivingâ
Azzi doesnât answer and just waits for the FaceTime call, accepting it when it appears on her phone âmaybe itâs the grounding?â Azzi says confused while watching Paige start driving and turn onto the main road
âIf it is the grounding she needs to get over it immediately. She knew she wasnât gonna get away with sneaking out, we would have found out eventually. We need to just sit her down and make her talk to us-â Paige starts but Azzi cuts in âbut thatâs easier said than doneâ
âExactly!â Paige starts âFUCK! What is happening with her? Is it us? Did we do something to make her start acting out? Do we need to get her like a therapist or something?â Paige stresses
Azzi has already started making her way home while Paige was going to the store. âI donât think weâve done anything. She started acting out like 2 years ago-â
âWhen we had her transfer schools.â Paige cuts in âDo you think thatâs it? Sheâs mad at us for her transferring so sheâs punishing us by acting out?â Azzi says pulling into the garage and sitting in the car
âI canât think of anything else, can you?â Paige asks still driving to get to the store
âNo, not really.â Azzi sighs âI just want our daughter back to her normal self. Itâs like sheâs possessed by something.â Azzi now stresses
âI get it mama, I do. I want her back too but I donât know, maybe we do family therapy?â Paige asks pulling into a parking spot at the store and grabbing her phone from the phone holder on the dashboard
âCouldnât hurtâ Azzi says pinching the bridge of her nose âIâll let you go I can see you just pulled into the store. Im probably gonna go take a shower and then start cleaning, let me know what you decide for dinner yeah?â
âYou go it. I love youâ Paige responds
âI love you tooâ
After a few hours of Paige and Azzi hanging out and watching movies, Saylor finally gets home and walks through the door
âHey baby come in the living room for a few pleaseâ azzi says out to Saylor who was a few rooms away literally just walking through the door
âGive me a sec momâ Saylor shouts taking off her shoes by the front door and setting her backpack by them. Saylor grabs the emergency phone and then walks to the living room, tossing it onto the cushion next to Azzi
âWhat do I have to be in here for?â Saylor asks âhere take a seatâ azzi says pointing to the love seat across from Paige and Azzi, making Saylor look at her confused but doing it anyway
âYour teacher called, saying that your failing a few different classesâ azzi started âWe have to ask, are you actually struggling or are you just faking it as a way to get back at us for grounding you? Cause we can help you if youâre actually struggling or we can pay someone to tutor you but weâre not gonna do that if youâre just trying to get back at us.â Paige finishes for Azzi
Saylor just stays quiet with her head down looking at her hands making Paige and Azzi look at each other before Paige starts speaking again. âSaylor. Do you need help with school?â Paige says with a soft voice Saylor just keeps looking at her hands âbug?â Paige says still with a soft voice
Saylor takes a second before nodding her head slowly âyou do need help?â Azzi asks making Saylor shake her head again
Paige and Azzi both get up and sit on either side of Saylor both hugging her âthatâs all you had to say Saylor, you didnât have to go through all that homework and tests knowing you were gonna fail. We wouldâve helped youâ Azzi says with her lips pressed against Saylors temple
Saylor just leans into both of them âhey, what are you struggling with?â Paige says softly
âMath, science, and historyâ Saylor mumbles out âwell we can help you with those. Unless you want a tutor? Your choiceâ Paige says kissing Saylors temple while Azziâs rubbing her back
Saylor just cuddles closer to Paigeâs chest making her laugh âwas that your answer?â She says amusingly making Saylor have a small smile on her face while nodding
âAlrightâ Azzi says giving Saylor another kiss on her forehead before standing up âyou wanna help me with dinner and then after we can take a look at your homework? Maybe we can make some cookies too.â
Saylor looks up with her head still placed on Paigeâs chest, and nods making Paige stand up and then pull Saylor up to her feet. âCmon letâs go make dinner, Iâm hungryâ Paige says pulling Saylor and Azzi to the kitchen making both of them laugh but follow her anyways.
Thatâs how the Bueckers family spent the rest of their evening. Cooking dinner, baking cookies, and doing homework.
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Can you write a Damian fic when the reader gets close to one of his brothers preferably Jason?
NUMBER ONE
pairings â damian wayne â al ghul x reader
warnings â not much maybe a little cursing
summary â Damian didnât like how close you were with Jason, and he had no problem making Jason know how he felt about that.
notes â this isnât the best so i probably messed up the request so im sorry about that đ

âââââââ DAMIAN KNEW THERE WASNT anything serious between you and Jason. he had no problem admitting that you guys were friends and liked to hang out. he wasnât particularly keen on befriending his older brother, but could manage his presence for you.
it had started when Jason picked you up from school, Damian had cashed out on a favor from the older guy because Bruce needed him somewhere when your classes ended.
of course, that wouldnât be the only time Jason had to pick you up for Damian. Jason honestly had no problem picking you up, since it put him on better terms with the younger boy.
after all, Jason was far too old for you, and since you were with Damian, Jason had no problem befriending you and enjoying time together as friends. if anything, you saw him as more of a fun uncle than your boyfriends brother.
but, you still reminded yourself that that was your boyfriends brother, not your âfun uncleâ, and you were fine with setting reasonable boundaries.
âyou okay, Damian?â you walked over to where he had been laying in his bed. he had a sour look spread across his face as he stared into his ceiling like it was never ending.
âdo you like Jason more than me?â Damian asked suddenly, his eyes remaining glued on his ceiling. you grinned, he couldnât see you, and grabbed one of his hands that sat on his chest, holding it in your own.
âno, of course not. heâs like a weird uncle, and he isnât my boyfriend, is he?â you poked at his softly with your other hand, kissing the expanse of his hand softly. he finally looked away from the ceiling, meeting your gaze.
âno, he isnât.â Damian sighed, sitting up.
âeither way, i have boundaries set with him. do you want me to spend less time him?â
âno, no.â Damian sighed, leaning against you. you smiled again, kissing the crown of his head.
on occasion, other than the times that Jason picked you up and dropped you off, you would spend time playing video games or just simply hanging out with him.
you understood that Damian did not like Jason whatsoever, so the only times you hung out with the older guy one on one was whenever you were waiting for Damian.
âwere you jealous?â you asked, a small grin formulating on your face. Damian brought his head back up and softly glared, shaking his head. âyou totally were.â you laughed. he lightly pushed your shoulder, smiling now.
âi wasnât jealous of Todd.â Damian pretended to be upset, but you knew it was all a lie.
you dropped it after that, spending the rest of your time with your boyfriend.
the next day, while getting ready for school, Damian sent you a message. wonât be able to pick you up today, Todd will. you replied with a short yet sweet message before finishing getting ready and going to school.
the day passed by in a breeze, nothing interesting had happened (you expected it, your school had always been boring), and you just missed your boyfriend.
walking out of the building, you easily found Jasonâs car, opening the passenger side and sitting down.
âwhatâs up, kid?â Jason held his fist out for a fist bump, you tapped your fist against his, grinning tiredly.
âjust tired. how longs Damian gonna be gone?â you asked, attempting to keep the conversation civil and short â you hardly had enough social energy left.
ânot too long. just gonna sleep when we get back?â Jason pulled away from the school and drove faster than most others would, but drove safely regardless.
Damian would have his head if Jason put you in any danger.
âyeah, probably.â you confirmed, letting out a yawn.
the rest of the drive, the two of you had fun. Jason was able to make you laugh until your stomach hurt and you were crying.
either way, you were still exhausted when Jason parked outside the house. greeting Alfred and waving at anyone else, you were able to find Damianâs room and fall asleep instantaneously.

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âËâš featuring: academic achiever! narumi gen x student council president! fem! reader
âËâš word count: 1.2k
âËâš warning: curse words, narumi being a menace, grammar errors ;-;
âËâš authorâs note: literally a dump w all my thoughts. head empty, only academic achiever narumi . again, this is not beta read (i type n post lmao im gnna die w this setup) but i might make a fic w this prompt⌠im just lazy to editâŚ
it's insane how much i think about academic achiever! narumi gen and how he would always rank first in every semestral rankings. however, his life soon crumbles when he sees his name a row lower than usual: second rank.
he thinks it was a mistake, perhaps a mistype of the school administration. however, he looks at the name above him just to see one of the few names he despises. he rubs his eyes, thinking that maybe, he was hallucinating â because there was no fucking way that student council president! reader dethroned him from his position as top of his batch.
what would gen first do in this situation? ah, yes! he would absolutely storm into the council office and make a scandal, shouting and demanding how the hell did you manage to steal that spot from him! you and your other executive officers stared at him. is he fucking delusional or plain insane? who in their right mind would storm into the council office while a meeting was in progress?
and, that was when gen declared he would snatch away his title from your hands and return it to its respective owner â him.
and, from here, you deduced that indeed, he was both fucking delusional and insane.
the both of you despise working with one another, it was like cat and dog seeing your combination with him from afar. in one class with gen, you argued to disseminate tasks as soon as the project was given, but he tended to cram that paper a week before submission, which he emphasized would take up only a meager 5% of your final grade, or simply, just because he does not care.
the conclusion to your quarrel with him? both of you end up submitting individual papers.
the professor scolded you both and asked to redo the task. gen hates it, he truly detests working with you. so dignified, so strict with time as if you were to run out of it. while he, on the other hand, preferred to be lax about it. he absolutely despises how poised you acted â as if nothing was wrong with your life.
but, then again, gen doesn't know what happens behind these curtains of your composed façade. he came to your dorm since you had to redo the project with him. you and him decided to make own respective outlines and brainstorm on the final one. gen stayed in what seemed like a small living room divided by a sliding door from your bedroom, where you stayed.
however, he peeked through your sliding door when it's time for the final brainstorming session, because you aren't answering his calls from the other side. you were asleep. on your desk. you were asleep, slumped over your desk surrounded by mountains of council paperwork and reviewers.
initially, gen was annoyed. you had the audacity to sleep, while he was researching his ass off at the other side? yup, he's annoyed, alright. however, he caught a glimpse of not only an outline, but a draft to the project the both of you were working on. he swiftly took it and analyzed it. with all honesty, it was good and he couldnât deny that. he looked back at your sleeping figure and, mysteriously, for some sort of reason, gen carried your body onto the soft cushions of your bed. gen sat on the floor, resting his back against your bed, and began drafting your collaborative paper with your draft.
you wake up at three in the morning to find a head resting on your bed edge. gen narumi, that absolute menace who declared you a rival, was sleeping in your room, beside him was a finished project with both of your names printed on a paper. you stood up and woke him up, "hey, idiot."
he stirred awake, his left hand rubbing his eyes while his laptop rested on his right arm. "hey, miss president." he smiled. a toothy grin, with his sharp, cuspid teeth â almost like a cat.
"sleep here," you offered, patting your bed.
"are you asking me to sleep beside you? want to hook up with me that badly?" his tired eyes smiled, as he adjusted himself and settled with his laptop on your bed. gen was too tired to even engage in banter with your antics.
wow, heâs surprisingly⌠compliant. you thought.
however, you lit up your study desk once more and gen was easily disturbed by how you were working again. he thought you needed sleep, needed rest. it was three in the morning and he doesn't deny that you still have paperwork to do. but, if you continued working like that, it would obviously have some adverse effects on your body. you were hurting yourself with your routine.
but, it's not like he's worried, of course! he just doesn't want to snatch back his title from someone who didn't put all of their effort. he doesn't care!
but, fuck those thoughts. the thunderous beating of his heart betrayed him. his mind was cloudy as hell and he was sure to be deranged the moment he asked you, "hey, princess. what time are ya sleeping?"
then, he slapped his mouth closed. princess. he just called you princess. he's dead. he was hoping that you didnât hear him, but your head quickly whipped towards his direction, "princess?"
crap. "hah! no! it was a slip of tongue! miss president is close to princess, right? president and princess starts with the letter p!" gen knew he was screwed, wondering what the hell he was even spouting about.
there was an awkward silence that filled the room. but, you stood up your chair, and walked towards him, bending a little bit as you closed the distance between your face and his â you saw him flinch. "if you wanted to hook up with me that badly, just say so."
gen couldn't process what you've said. he didnât expect you to use his own words against him. and, it was three in the morning, maybe the both of you were high, maybe this was all just a dream, he thought. but, he snapped back into reality when he felt a blanket shoved in his face. he tried to remove it, but felt your hands keeping it in place. âh-hey!"
"j-just go to sleep! i'm fine! i'll sleep later!" you stammered and stuttered over your words. gen stopped struggling and kept the blanket over his entire body. the reason? because his flushed face would be exposed to you and he knew that you would tease the hell out of him.
little did he know, on the other side of the room, you were heaving heavy sighs. your face turned beet red because, what the hell did you just do?
both of you lingered in each otherâs silence, neither eager to speak up about what had just happened. but gen supposed that being in this situation wasn't really that bad. if he could get the stoic and poised miss president of the council stuttering like that, then maybe he's one step closer to reclaiming that title of his.
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shhh! â jayhoon
â non-idol! jay x fem! reader, non-idol sunghoon x fem! reader â summary: your secret relationship with him (& how you get caught!) â genre: fluff, bullet points â warning(s)? noooo
jay â
okay... hear me out
school au, where you and jay are the class co-presidents
and i'm not talkin goody two shoes dutiful co-presidents
IM SAYING TYRANNICAL CO-PRESIDENTS
you and jay were the class co-presidents, but you two were also the biggest most arrogant ASSHOLES
like somehow you guys have been put into office 3 years in a row
and even though people lowk hate you both, theyre more scared of ygs than anything
yk how in some animanga there's that corrupt student council trope... thats you and jay
threatening people, bribery, blackmailing, using lackeys....... nothing crazy but yall are NOT clean goody two shoes
im just saying... yall have SO MUCH power and influence
everyone is like legitimately afraid of ygs
on the outside you and jay seem to have an exclusively business relationship
to everyone, you're two power-hungry assholes who use each other to achieve their goals
at council meetings you and jay talk very cordially and formally, everytime you're seen together, you guys always whisper to each other briefly, before putting on your painfully fake smiles again and barely ever speaking to each other again
but behind closed doors....
yall are DATING dating
who knew that you, the condescending bitchy co-president, and jay, the most arrogant bastard of a co-president, were ALL FLUFF FOR EACH OTHER???
you and jay do such a good job of concealing your relationship that there's rumors that you and him actually secretly hate each other
heck, there's even a rumor that you'll stab him in the back later this term
after council meetings, you and jay stay back to "discuss private matters"
yall know damn well that's not what's happening
the moment that your snooty class treasurer shuts the door and leaves the two of you alone, jay's already pushing you against the wall
imagine.... makeout sessions in empty classrooms, and coming out with messed up uniform, swollen lips, and suspiciously timed breathlessness
jay would LOVE it if you grabbed onto his uniform tie and yanked him toward you, he gets the butterflies big time
whenever you pull jay aside to whisper something into his ear, everyone assumes that you're telling him about some confidential or urgent student council matter
nope!! 90% of the time it's you whispering "you look so handsome" "i love you" "let's go on a date later" "i want to kiss you so bad" good lord
and the best part??? whenever you do this, both you and jay keep the straightest, most solemn faces, even though jay is 100% screaming and giggling and kicking his feet inside
and let's be fr right now.... you guys DEFINITELY hold hands under the table
like there will be a meeting about whatever and you and jay are just playing with each other's hands under the table
i think you've almost been caught multiple times but no one necessarily suspects that there's something between you two
everyone genuinely thinks that yall are just some cold-hearted power freaks, too cold to love anyone LOL
the amount of times that you guys accidentally left the door unlocked and someone barged in....
to be clear just bc you and jay are head over heels in love with each other does NOT mean that you guys still aren't crazy assholes
sometimes you guys purposefully don't lock the door and play something that jay likes to call "kissing roulette"
basically, you and jay leave the door unlocked and make out on a busy day when there's a lot of people still roaming the halls, whoever pulls away first out of fear of being caught loses!
you always end up winning lol
i also think that some people are just stupid because there are actually SO many signs of you and him having something
like tell me why jay is out here pulling you close up against him, hands around your waist and all, to whisper something in your ear and the first thing that people think is "oh i think they hate each other"
now..... how ygs get caught: i think you and jay decided to keep your relationship private for the sake of preserving it, like ppl talk too much and they wanna get in the way or wtv
like business must go forward even if you and jay were on top of each other mere seconds ago
like i have emphasized earlier, you and jay were lowk tyrannical
you don't know how it happened but someone in the council leaked one of the being discussed
you and jay didn't really think it was that serious but apparently everyone else was
like.... some of your classmates got HEATED LMAOAO
anyways so you and jay are just having another one of your... ahem... after school sessions
and lets just say that this particular session was errr very passionate... you missed your boyfriend okay?
it was hard to act like jay pracitcally didn't exist when all you wanted to do was kiss him every second of the day
so here you were, between jay's legs with him pressed up against some bookshelf of an empty classroom
his shirt's collar is messed up, probably with lipstick stains all over it
you have his tie scrunched up in your fist, while his hands find the hem of your uniform skirt (đ)
completely unbeknownst to you there's a whole group of students in your year marching around school lookign for you two
apparently to "give the presidents a piece of their mind"
you and jay are LITERALLY about to go a step further (đ¤) when the door FLIES OPEN
AND OH MY GOD
THERE'S JUST SO MANY OF THEM
like particular session you SWORE YOU LOCKED THE DOOR
like that little group of kids were about to start yelling at you to "reconsider your decisions" but they were rendered SPEECHLESS
GAGGED EVEN
because like..... THE TWO CO-PRESIDENTS WHO SUPPOSEDLY SEE EACH OTHER AS MERE TOOLS WERE........ MAKING OUT IN AN EMPTY CLASSROOM??????
you and jay are just standing there, still against each other against the bookshelf dissheveled and all, like đ§đ§
"s-sorry!" it seems like the sight of you two getting all intimate scared the shit out of those little protestors BECAUSE THEY JUST RAN AWAY AFTER THAT
the next day you and jay are the talk of the school
jay is getting pats on his back from dudes who he literally does not know
"AYYYY YOU BAGGED THE HOT PRESIDENT!!!"
and hes like "? do i know you"
and suddenly all the girls are sitting you down with cups of tea to ask you about the story of you and jay
"please girl we want to know all the tea"
???? weren't they just gossiping about you yesterday
it seemed like everyone was weirdly supportive??
like over night everyone seemed to like you guys a little bit more??
somehow yall become the it couple
i dont think jay and you immediately get more affectionate
but jay definitely takes advantage of this
and randomly kisses you throughout the day
sunghoon â
you and sunghoon work in the same department, under the same supervisor, in the same office, at the same table, with the same tasks, with the same pay and same skills
yet only one of you is deemed the company's #1 loser and the other the company's sweetheart
guess who â ď¸
well sunghoon is definitely NOT the company sweetheart
ding ding ding! if you guessed that he's the loser you are correct
sunghoon's quiet, and gets his job done efficiently with little trouble
he doesn't mean to make people uneasy with how quiet he is
but sunghoon genuinely does not like anyone enough to be talkative, nor does he want to try to make any friends
emo ass
on the other hand you're the company's joy
everyone wants to hang out with you after work
you're the first person invited to work parties, even when it's from different departments, every guy in that office has had a crush on you at some point
you know damn well the interns are obsessed with you
absolutely NO ONE would expect the residential hot girl to be going home with THE biggest loser every night
but alas look where we are
you and sunghoon were dating waaay before either of you got a job here
you guys decided to keep your relationship secret to avoid any HR complaints or snoopy people
and it was a bit of a struggle
do you have any idea how hard it was for sunghoon to watch every man try to shoot his shot with you and NOT start screaming?
sunghoon really tried to not let his personal life interfere with his professional life
but JINWOO FROM THE SALES DEPARTMENT WAS LITERALLY ASKING YOU OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM
and it was hard for you, too
having people swarm you for after-work plans was a mess
each time, you said that you were going to stay late to finish some extra work, and if you had time you'd join them
you never did
all of your work friends tried to set you up on dates with their own friends
"cmon it will be fun! get out a little!"
and every time you had to politely tell them that you were not looking for a relationship for the time being (only for you and sunghoon to pass silly love notes at the water cooler)
oh sorry did you not hear that?
YOU AND SUNGHOON PASS SILLY LOVE NOTES AT THE WATER COOLER!!!!!
itâs always the most random ripped pieces of paper with the silliest love notes
like you will rip up a spare legal document nd write âif u were a fruit youâd be a fineappleâ
sunghoon tho is the type up a whole document and print it out, itâs filled top to bottom in silliness and he hands it to you like itâs an official important document đ
every morning he makes you coffee and brings it to your desk
lers be real ppl suspect things
NOT ON YOUR PART BUT ON YOUR BEHALF
like everyone thinks that sunghoon is this loser thatâs in love with you â ď¸
i mean cmon⌠weird quiet guy that talks to no one but makes coffee every morning for that One Hot Girl???
the workplace gossips have a field day w it
in their eyes, itâs really pathetic because sunghoon is this weirdo and ur this hot woman and heâs in love with you oh my gosh this is so embarrassing for him đđđ
they keep telling you stuff too
âomg did you see the way sunghoon looked at you?â
âheâs so weird, itâs so obvious that he liked youâ
"this is so embarrassing [name] you need to reject him before he gets too eager" FREE HIM
little do they know that when you and sunghoon stay a little bit later than everyone else sometimes, the office becomes really empty
kissing in empty offices⌠thats it, thatâs the tweet
otherwise there's a lot of other small things that you do with/for each otherÂ
when no one's around in the break room, you love to creep up on him and give him a back hug
it scares the shit out of him but the moment that he realizes that it's you he melts right away
idk how ppl didn't notice yet
one time your washing machine malfunctioned so both you and sunghoon's white dress shirts were dyed a subtle pink color
you came into work both wearing your dyed shirts and no one stopped to think "hm why do these people both have washing machine malfunctions that malfunctioned in the exact same way?"
tbh you and sunghoon are just vibing
other than sunghoon needing to conceal his wrath every time someone flirted with you and you having to hide your increasing irritation with the amount of party invitations you got
can i just say tho
being coworkers w sunghoon is a dream
imagine what happens when yall get home tho
i know the gossip goes CRAZY⌠you both hate your boss so every conversation you have about him rips him a new one
now... how you guys get caught
two words: work dinners
you and sunghoon never go to them
because like... why would you want to hang out with your coworkers when you have each other?
and when you do go to them, you never really have fun
other than eating and chatting a bit you never drink or really open upâŚ. again, because you have sunghoon... why do u need anyone else
same for sunghoon, except he literally never looks like he wants to be there so people are already reluctant to invite him
but there's this one particular work dinner that you and sunghoon are both unable to get out of
it's been a long and tiring week, both of you want to go home and take a nap together but your team had other plans
sunghoon is annoyed, yes, but hes like whatever at least there's you with him
you? youre LIVID
youre barging into that work dinner with a storm cloud around you
you have to deal with coworkers who lack boundaries every day of the week and the one time you can escape them they march back in
youre not having it đ
you ordered like 3 beers because you were so annoyed
and also bc sunghoon was there... if anything happened you knew that he would protect you
so here you were 3 beers downâŚ. a liiiiittle bit tipsy
okay maybe a little bit MORE than tipsy⌠como se dice... drunk?
when jinwoo from the sales department comes up to you
sunghoon is sitting RIGHT next to you but jinwoo ignores him
"hi [name]"
you stare at him... thousand yard stare ahhh because your drunk ass does not have it in you to endure him â ď¸
"what."
jinwoo DOES NOT TAKE THE HINT
"after this, i was thinking about going for karaoke. do you want to go with me?"
normally you'd be polite and decline
even if you were a little bit tipsy you'd normally just laugh and say no
but this time
with you boyfriend right next to you, with all your tiredness, with all your anger...
"fuck no," you say plainly
the way everyone gets quiet â ď¸ ppl don't hear you swear that much
but the real thing that surprises them is when you pull sunghoon towards you, hugging his head to your chest
âi have a boyfriend and youâre shamelessly flirting with meâ
while sunghoon is like â!!!!!â
everyone is staring liek WHAT???????
jinwoo from sales department is GAGGED BRUH
sunghoon immediately pulls away, all red in the faced
he grabs your hand and begins dragging you out the door
"sorry everyone she's drunk right now we'll be on our way!!" and yall leave
you don't remember anything so when sunghoon explains it to you, looking like a kicked dog, youre just like "okay and? whats the problem i put jinwoo in his place" #girlboss
you're the talk of the office
this still doesn't scare off your multiple suitors
but it does allow sunghoon is be a #hater fr
he's smug
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aaaaa!!! you opened regina requests!! i love your work sm and im so glad abt this đ can i request regina x fem!reader where regina's had a really bad day and she just feels insecure about her body the moment she gets home and reader comforts her and eases her worries?? basically body worship fluff (or if you wanna make it more spicy, up to you!!) i trust your brain. tysmmm <33
She will be loved
Regina George x fem! reader
Warnings: MDNI, smut. Coarse language, insecurity about body image, angst, comfort/fluff
âYou can speak of anger and doubts
Your fears and freak outs and I'll hold it
You can share your so called shame filled accounts
Of times in your life and I won't judge itâ

Last night, you were on the phone with Regina and something seemed off so you gave her a video call. You were right, because she told you something had happened between her and her Mom. Which unfortunately wasnât unusual, but so infuriating because you knew what happened. It was usually one of three thingsâ what she ate, what she wore or her grades. Of course, those were the mainâŚquote-unquote, problems. There were always more issues in Juneâs opinion than meets the eye.Â
âDo you wanna talk about it?âÂ
She looks at you, then away, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.Â
âRegina.â You insisted.
âNo, I donât. Not now, and not over a FaceTime call.âÂ
âOkay.â You agreed, âLet me know when youâre ready. If you want to, Iâll come over, or I can pick you up.âÂ
âNot tonight, I justâ I just need to sleep this one off. Iâll see you tomorrow, okay?âÂ
The lack of a nickname addressing you at the end? This was one of her tells that she really wasnât in the mood, or had the energy to talk. She needed alone time, to calm down and get rest. So you let her off the hookâ you said good night to her and hung up. âGood night, I love you.â You said, smiling softly. She forced a smile, âNight.â
âSee you tomorrow. Iâll pick you up at 7:15.âÂ
You were expecting school to be a little rough, and you were right. She was expecting the same too. âG, why do you always get cheese fries? The other options are not all bad.â
âJust not feeling those options, Gretch.âÂ
Well, it was a genuine question. The school food was great here compared to what you had at your old school.Â
âOkay.â Gretchen stopped asking and went back to chatting with Karen. Meanwhile, Reginaâs brows were knit together. She seemed to be thinking, but then alsoâŚstarted to seem like she was in distress. âRegina.â You said quietly, looking at her.
She took a deep breath, âIâm fine.â You didnât buy it, she was already in a bit of aâŚbad mood after yesterday. Every little interaction like that, it only seemed to push her closer and closer to a breakdown. âIâll be okay, y/n.â She insisted, âI got this.â No one else at the table noticed. Not Karen, not GretchenâŚjust you. Her voice was quivering, her eyesâ shifty, and glossy. She wasnât okay. âDo you wanna go home?â
âHome?â She bites back a scoff, âNo, thanks.â
âTo mine?â You clarified.
âNo.â Regina shook her head, she went back to eating her food. You couldnât help it but keep an eye on her. Why was it so damn hard for her to accept any help? To open up? To you of all people?
After lunch, there were three more classes left. You didnât have the last two with her so you couldnât exactly make sure she was alright. You could only hope.Â
âIâll meet you at your locker after the last bell. okay?â You pecked her cheek.
âOkay, baby.â She smiles softly, then evidently biting the inside of her cheek before she turned to leave. You usually had no problem being away from her but when things got tough, you hated that. You would spend all day, everyday with her if you could. âHey.â You hear Regina behind you as she tapped your shoulder. Turning around to face her, your greet, âHi. Letâs go?â
She nodded silently as then took her hand in yours and walked out of school with her. Regina sits in the front with you, like she always does. Except she was just sitting there and staring into spaceâ another bad thing. You had to get her out of that god awful place in her mind.
âRegina, you know this. We gotta talk about it.â
âWhatâs there that you donât already know?â She asked, defeated.
You shut your bedroom door, gesturing for Regina to sit down. She does, letting out a sigh as she looked up at you. Her gaze follows you as you moved towards her and sat down in the spot beside her. âIâll be fine, you know. Always happens, I just need to deal with it until it blows over.â
âWhat happened, Reg?â
She wanted to scoff but bit back, âWell, you know my mom.â
Of course.
âItâs the same thing, every time, y/n.â Regina replied through gritted teeth, the annoyance within her bubbling up to the surface. âEverytime. âRegina, maybe you shouldnât wear that. Itâs too tight, it doesnât look good.â, âRegina, leave the cupcakes alone. Youâve had enough food for the day. We gotta watch what we eatâ, âRegina, have you worked out today?â I am so sick of it.â
You gazed into her eyes as she revealed all of that and more to you. âSheâs been like this my whole life. Why am I still not used to it? Why am I still listening to what she says? I know itâs no good for me, but I justâ I canât stop thinking about what sheâs been feeding my mind for the last eighteen years.â
You grabbed her hands and held them in yours, giving them a squeeze. Tears were starting to fall from her eyesâŚshe was blinking profusely, trying to get rid of them, flustered. âItâs okay.â You assured.Â
She shook her head, sniffling.
âRegina.â You repeated, âItâs okay. Let it out. All of it.âÂ
âWhen I was a kid, she used to make me finish my plate no matter what.â Regina exhaled shakily, âThen when I got older, I listened to my body, you know? I stopped eating when I was full but sheâd tell me I was wasting food if I threw out what was left on my plate. I didnât want her to get mad, so as pissed as I was, I finished my plate. I was pretty active, so it didnât really affect me. Middle school, puberty happened. My body changed.âÂ
Wiping away her tears quickly, she continued, âAnd I always held more weight somehow. Well then, you know what. My eating habits got bad and Iâd go days at a time without eating. Then it was the opposite. Now Iâve just been trying to heal from all of that but sheâs been making it hell for me and sometimes I cannot do anything but feel like shit for a few days then get back to normal. Weâve been together almost a year, weâre off to college next year. Weâre going to be adults but Iâm still plagued by childhood problems. Itâs ridiculous.âÂ
âItâs not ridiculous.â You told her, leaning down to catch her gaze, âItâs not. Youâve been putting in a lot of effort to get better and anyone would be stupid to not see that.â
âReally?â She scoffs, âEven when I have days where I literally do nothing but cry about what sheâs told me years ago, or do even worse things, because of her?âÂ
âYeah. Even then. It takes a lot of strength and courage to push through all that, and pick yourself back up. Which you do, every single time no matter how hard it gets.âÂ
Her frame seemed less tense by the time she stopped talking. With your thumb brushing over her knuckles, you said, âRegina, I need you to remember that Iâll always be here for you. Not just for the good things, for anything. Tough, sad, infuriating. Anything at all. You are not alone. Iâm your partner.âÂ
She looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes again.
âI know itâs hard, I know why so you donât have to keep explaining yourself. And I know it seems like Iâm offering nothing but companionship. But thatâs sort of what a partner is. Iâm here, to keep you company. No matter what life throws at you.âÂ
Another deep sigh falls from her lips before she goes, âThank you.âÂ
âI love you.â
A pink hue tinted her tear-stain cheek as she tried to hide a smile. âI love you so much.â You added on.
âI love you too.â She squeezed your hand in return.
âAnd you know Iâd do anything for you.â You smiled while your hand rested on her thigh.
ââââ
Regina tensed up slightly at that touch. A harsh exhale was heard from her as you smirked to yourself. âAnythingâŚâ Your finger traced her pale skin. You looked up, meeting her eyes once again. Regina had that look, she wanted this. She wanted you. âTo prove it.âÂ
âDo you want me to make you feel good, hm?â Your hand relocated onto her cheek, cupping her face. Like a switch has flipped, she immediately gave in to the temptation and nodded eagerly. Her eyes closed and you leaned in to capture her lips into your own. Fleeting kisses were swiftly followed by longer kissesâŚones of desire. A whine slips from her mouth in the midst, sending a rush of heat that pooled between your own thighs. Youâd back her up against the headboard, she sat with her legs naturally spread open while you straddled her, your knees on either side of her hips. You hands were grabbing her face, lips having never left hers since they latched on several minutes prior.
Regina whimpers this time. You chuckled, âYou want more?â It was a little amusing to see her reduced to nothing but meek little noises when under your control. You loved it though, having slightly more dominance over her than typical. And well? She loves being beneath you, thatâs for sure. Her head rolls back on reflex, inviting you to work her neck over. And expectedly, when youâve hit a certain little spot, youâve earned your first moan. Smiling to yourself, you continued your action until she got louder and squirmier. âFuck.â She cursed.Â
Your hand moves down south, grabbing a handful of her breast without having to look. Regina panted, the air right by your ear tickled you and sent a shiver down your spine.Â
âTake it off.â She grumbled.
âAs you wish, baby.â You smirked, reaching back underneath her shirt and unclipping her bra before you detach yourself from her and removed her shirt then got the bra out of the way. Your lips resume its work along her neck, your fingers play with her tit on one hand. You tug on the teat, and she gives you a pretty high pitched moan. âDoes that feel good, honey?â
âYeahââ She says, you didnât even let her finish that word before you pinched that hardening tip between your fingers. âShit.â You climb off her, pulling her pants down on the way after getting a hurried nod of approval from her. Settling yourself down between her legs on the mattress, you wasted no time and ran your tongue up and down her slit. Already, she was breathing heavily and you saw her groping her own tits for more stimulation.
âDonât be shy, now.â You chuckled, thumb moving to rub her clit at the same time your mouth worked. Regina flinches, a muffled noise comes from her. âDonât hold back, Regina.â Your free hand massaged her thigh, âI want to hear you, baby. I wanna hear how good Iâm making you feel.âÂ
The strokes of your tongue quickened, becoming firmer and more purposeful. Your hand on her clit then shifts and you instead slide two fingers inside her. Regina gasps, and flinches. Her leg moves out of position slightly but it remained that way, her body gradually getting overcome by increasing pleasure. You two digits pumped in and out of her at a leisurely but consistent pace, making sure you hit her g-spot everytime. That, sends a shock through her body without fail, making her head spin in pleasure. You feel her fingers combing through your hair roughly, keeping your head in place. Your brows were raised briefly but you carried on, âFuck, right thereâ right thereââ Regina whimpered, strained. âDonât stopââ
âMmkay, baby.â You hummed, keeping at this exact pace and place for awhile. You feel her wetness on your chin, but you couldnât care less. You were lost in the moment, feeling her writhing beneath you, hearing her making all those noises for you. You were drawn to her like moths to a flame, your only priority now was making her feel good and making her come, worshipping this beautiful body of hers. Worshipping every single inch of her.
âYouâre so beautiful.â Your mouth and fingers left her entirely, then you clambered back up to meet her face. âYouâre my beautiful girl, arenât you, Regina?â Brushing her cheek, you gave her a smile as you broke away from the kiss. You pulled her down carefully so she now laid on her back, you reattach your lips to the spot on her neck and started to kiss your way downwardsâŚcovering every bit of her exposed skin with a smooch. âFuckââ She whined, âFâI need you, I need you. y/nââ
âAnswer the question, Regina.â You smirked, fondling her tits while hovering over her. She kept quiet so you grabbed at the flesh harder, forcing the lewd noises out of her mouth, followed by impatient nods, âYâyesâ yesâ oh, fuckââ
âIâll be right back.â Kissing her once more, you got off her and then the bed.
âBaby, come on.â She grumbled.
âJust getting the strap, babe.â You winked, âBe patient~â
Regina exhales exasperatedly, looking at you while you walk to your closet and put on the harness behind its door. Youâve gotten her all hot and bothered already and you were absolutely enjoying yourself at this moment. âOpen up, baby.â You tapped her thigh and she did as you told her to. Dragging the tip of the shaft along her throbbing cunt, the whining and whimpering from her resumes. âAw.â You teased, âAre you ready, darling?â
âYesâ yesâ oh my GodâŚâ She swallowed thickly, nodding her head while she kept looking at you. She knew you would ask for eye contact, so she did it first.Â
âPlease, do it, please.â Regina pleaded desperately.Â
âOh, good girl.â You smiled cheekily, lining up the tip of the shaft with her entrance. You were swift, pushing into her before she could say anything. All you heard was a low moan when you entered her and gradually bottomed out. âYou okay, baby?â
âYeah, yeah, I am.â She replied in a whisper, unintentionally whimpering at the end. You retracted and pushed into her more forcefully, a whimper just erupts from her throat like that. Hearing her just spurs you on, you went faster and faster, plus her noises matched up with your movements. It quite literally feels as though you were ascending into a whole new dimension. The noise of both your skin hitting each otherâs, combined with the wetness? Whatever it was, it was obscene and had you weak in the knees. But, you persisted. Your hand was on her knee, pushing that leg of hers up as you continued railing to her. She was babblingâŚcurse words, your name, incoherent noises. Goddamn. Her mind was one clouded mess, miles away by now.Â
When Reginaâs back arched off the mattress, she exclaimed, âOh, fuck!â
You looked at her, slightly worried, âYou okay? Do you want me to stop?â
âNo, no, no, no, no, no.â She gasped, âDonâtâ donât stop. That feels so fucking good, baby. Keep goingâ Iâm so closeâ so closeââ
âAlright~â You smiled, relieved and eager, âDonât hold back, Regina.â You resumed your consistent motion of impaling her, watching her face contort, watching her eyes roll to the back of her head. âFuck, fuck, fuckâŚâ She babbled in a daze. âLet it all go, Reg. Let it all go.âÂ
âGod, youâre insaneâŚâ She panted, breathless.
âYouâre the one gushing now and Iâm barely doing anything anymore.â You retorted.
âGod, keep going.â
âWhat?â
âI want more, keep going.â Her voice was airy, soft. âKeep going?â
You nodded, giving her what she wanted and completely disregarding the state of your sheets. âOh, youâre so hot, baby.âÂ
âFuckâs sake.â Regina chewed on her lower lip, âIâ I need your mouthâ God, fuckââ
Once again, you went along with her happily, pulling out of her then promptly diving back into her cunt, tasting every last drop of her. And yet, she just kept spilling into your mouth. At this point? You couldnât care less if you drowned. âDamn.â You chuckled, âHow far can you go?â
âPush me.â She ordered.
âWell, since you askedâŚâ You shoved your fingers back inside her, assaulting her sensitive spot while lapping her up without complaints.Â
Somehow, her pitch got higher, making you giddy. You feel her tightening around your fingers rapidly, and you kept going to push her over the edge again. She came, and she came hard. She even backed away a little, so you immediately stopped. That was it, she didnât want more and you knew. Itâd been discussedâ if she backs away like that, youâd stopped.
With a tentative hand on her thigh, you shushed her, trying to help her find her breath again. âYouâre okay, I got you. Youâre okay.âÂ
She nodded, âI know, I know. Ohâ my God, I love you.â Hiding her face in her hands to hide the blushing, you brushed her hands away when you crawled back up to lay down next to her. âLook at me.â You held her face in your hand, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. She does, and you continue, âI love you. sometimes your mindâs gonna try to convince you otherwiseâŚbut, I really, really do. I love you so fucking much and I never want you to forget that.âÂ
âAfter all of that? I wonât ever be able to get you out of my mind.â She jokes, her usual smirk on her face.
âI mean it. I love everything about you, every little bit of you. Just like you do me. You are perfect the way you are.âÂ
Regina kisses you back, snuggling closer to you. âI know you do, and I promise. No more of that âkeeping things to myselfâ next timeâŚIâll try my best to talk about it, with you, or with a therapist.â
âAnd if you ever need to get away from your house, please donât hesitate to come over to my place. Please. Come over here yourself, or call me, or text me. Anything.âÂ
âRoger that.â She smiled just slightly, which turned into a smirk. âAlso, you are freakishly good at whatever that was. Never came this hard in my life.â
âWell, you also did more than that, butâŚanything for you, eh?â Your fingers traced along her arm. Regina chuckles, âOh, Iâm just as shocked as you are. Sorry about the mess.âÂ
âIâm not sorry, Reg. Theyâre just sheets.â You laughed, rubbing her back. âYou wanna take a shower? Freshen up?â
âThat sounds nice, sure.âÂ
âAlright.â You got up first, then pulled her up, âLetâs go.â She smacks you on the ass while you walk ahead of her, entering the ensuite bathroom first. You gasped, âRegina.âÂ
âI think, itâs only fair that you get your turn too now.â She whispers into your ear, sending a chill down your back. âDo you want that, baby girl?â

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