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Collaborative 2AL Comic Calling and Info!
Oh BOY did this blow up...
Ive polished up dialogue and framing, in total there should be 30 panels, exactly the tumblr image limit haha! Everyone who is participating gets to draw a panel! I will message you the dialogue, and a general layout once I get everyone in! :) I look forward to this!
30/30 Participants [full!]
If you are interested in joining, please message me here on tumblr or Discord! [Discord would be preferred in the long run]
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-> Deadline for panels?
2 Weeks! Hoping everything can be ready to go to post by September 24th!
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-> What style to use?
Your own! I would love it if you can have as much fun as you can making the panel! The more unique each panel is the better, I dont want to constrict anyones artistic ability outside dialogue, where characters are in a room, and a vague framing idea/expressions.
As for coloring, fully colored and digital would be preferred! Just blue blobs can also work! With the exception of 4 specific panels, flashback panels, in a black/white/red scheme to help differentiate what panel is a flashback, and what panel isnt. I will let you know if your panel is one of those specific 4!
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-> How will posting and crediting work?
When the panels are all done, I will gather them up into a singular post on this blog. Below the comic itself in order of panels would be everyones @ to the blog they want credited, Multiple blogs can also be credited ofc (For example If you drew panel 3 you will be the third @ on the list)
You are also free to add a signature or @ to your blog in the panel art itself!
#the really funny thing is#I think this collab might be done when I hit 4k followers#so does that make this a 4k special?#eh maybe maybe not#eitherway im still doing a dtiys when we get there#... maybe <3#btw if I dont answer your message if you message me#chances are im just getting a million other messages that is all sdfnjksdfg#this might... fill up really fast.....#ough#lets see ig#anyways I think this is all the info I need?#if you have questions or if I may have missed something here lmk#deadass never seen a collab comic like this on tumblr before sooo#guess I am the first to try figuring out how shit works#if one person has not met the deadline I will probably draw the panel myself#if 3 or more people have not met it I will just extend the deadline by another week
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The Helena diaz of it all has me fascinated. Iâve said for a long while that Eddieâs real issues are his mommy issues and this episode just cemented for me that weâre gonna explore that and deal with it.
Because itâs Helena who forced Eddie to grow up to fast - because her husband wasnât around much - so she pushed Eddie into de facto parent and husband role ls - selfishly filling her needs and ignoring the damage it was doing to her son (it is a form of abuse in my book).
Eddie then had the audacity to fall in love with and marry Shannon and get her pregnant. Itâs why Helena was always so off with Shannon - she was punishing her. She is also punishing Eddie for all of this and his refusal to return to El Paso only cemented further her bitterness and resentment.
Now she does have Ramon back she doesnât need Eddie any longer to fill that role so she is still punishing him and part of that is tied into her glee over now getting to parent Christopher - something she has always been intent on doing the doppelgĂ€nger just gave her the opportunity- as well as allowing her to further punish her son and his love of Shannon.
Her barbed comments about building a pool were all about showing what she can provide Christopher - how she is parenting him better than Eddie - itâs part of her mind games - making Eddie feel like more of a failure as a parent to his son.
The reality of course is that the reverse is true - Helenaâs parenting is all superficial, flash and showy - it isnât the hard day to day parenting when things get tough and you have to be the bad guy. While Eddie has made mistakes, there is nothing superficial, flash, or showy about his parenting. Itâs why bucks comments about Eddie being a great dad are so important.
Eddie feel like a failure right now and that he is entirely to blame for everything. But in reality, while he does bear a bit of the responsibility, the truth of the matter is that he needs to learn and deal with the fact that all of it actually stems from Helena and her abuse of her young son - Shannon never stood a chance just like Eddie never has.
#genuinely donât see how she can get any sort of redemption arc#but this is 911 so maybe theyâll find a way đ€·đ»ââïž#Helenaâs treatment of Eddie is a form of child abuse - it has done so much damage to him psychologically#I do really hope we finally get to meet Sophia and adriana as part of this arc beciase I think it might be very revealing#I am also wondering if Ramon had a stache in the past - and that is what Eddie is subconsciously trying to mimic#and that is about him trying to regain his mothers affection - trying to fill that husband role she forced him into#and that shaving it off is a part of his dealing with that and choosing to free himself from her clutches#and in doing that - standing up for himself etc - it will be the trigger that v ring schristopher back#the catholic guilt and Eddieâs queerness is also all tied up in this - the church reinforces and condones Helena and her actions#the Catholic Church has a long history of abuse of children in all itâs horrendous forms#so Eddie seeking solace in that direction think it will help him find away back to Helenaâs good books only for it to open a few doors he#has bolted shut#as for the queer aspect - forcing Eddie to grow up too fast and fill this role of husband to his mother and parent to his siblings means#Eddie never got the chance to learn who he actually is - to explore his sexuality and all that goes with that - at the age one normally#would - as a teenager and into your 20âs. it explains so much around his relationship with Shannon and dealing with the helana of it all#and the queerness of his identity - âwill also allow him to actually let Shannon go#Eddieâs arc is going to be incredible - heartbreaking and gut wrenching - but incredible#Helena diaz itâs on sight - she is evil and cannot be redeemed in my eyes!#911 spoilers#Thinky thoughts#eddie diaz#911 abc
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WHEREâS MY FUKING CAPO
#my post#funny#relatable#guitar#music#bjork#wait you can only have 30 tags the joke is much less funny if i donât have a fucking wall of the stuff i guess iâll just make this one reall#and 140 characters per tag this is stifling my creativity meh i was running out of popular tags anyway bjorkâs not that popular of a tag tho#tbh i was running out of inspiration after like the 4 tag this joke was not meant to be at least not by my hand and i guess it wasnât that f#unny either i cooled down real fast on that one you know what iâm pivoting this is no longer popular tags just my train of thought for as lo#ng as i feel like it the first few one might not even make sense when iâm done but who cares not me clearly it is quite annoying how i canât#use commas tho makeâs this harder to read than it needs to any way i lost my capo for like the third time my desk isnât even that messy but#donât know where else i wouldâve put it itâs not lying on any of my instruments either i probably put it quote somewhere i would remember un#quote but clearly i didnât iâm usually very good at remembering where i put things put the capo is the zone in between i use this often and#i use this every other year so i never remember where it is stored it is 1 am so i guess iâm going to bed soon anyway but still this is goin#g to annoy me until tomorrow i donât even need it right iâve had to remove so many tags the original joke barely makes sense anymore iâm kee#ping bjork tho you can pry her out of my cold dead hands not that i really listen to her music or know her i just like saying her name iâts#got good mouth feel and itâs fun to spell i didnât realize how long filling 30 tags would be whatâs 140 times 30 let me look it up 4200 this#makes this post my biggest project by like 3000 words the only time iâve written any meaningful lengths of texts was in college and iâm a dr#opout what 4200 characters not words silly little me makes a lot more sense now that i think about it iâm getting tired of writing so this m#ay end soon i would like to not go to bed at 4 am for a silly little post 2 people are going to read plus i am running out of ideas of thing#s to write i am very much not a writer writing scares me even writing lyrics for songs terrifies me iâve only manage to write lyrics for one#without getting too self conscious and imploding but iâm better at writing songs with vocals iâve never had anyone to write music with and w#ithout the ability to sing or write lyrics itâs been difficult the singing has been more or less remedied with synth v but the puter canât w#rite lyrics for meso until i get a lyricist friend i will have to toughen up you canât make art without making yourself known to those who c#onsume it but lyrics and poetry has always been 1 step too far for me tbh iâd rather spontaneously combust rather than let people know me i#do not look at my very numerous in stars and time posts and reblogs they are completely unrelated to this donât think about it oh look behin#d you thereâs a distraction oh youâve missed it i have been writing this for half an hour and i am getting so sick of it i revealed informat#ion about the inner machinations of my mind i have not done this since last time i saw a therapist 5 years ago this is fucked up what a self#impose writing challenge can do to you luckily this is the last tag iâm doing lucky me well this was fun this is going to end suddenly so do
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it was too much i had to make my own post
line cook here. ACCURATE
if you don't get the hate, here's what you don't understand.
it takes up to 2 hours to close down the kitchen.
The last 60-90 minutes before closing time you do almost no cooking because the restaurant doesn't have many people in it and you've already cooked most of their diners.
So if someone walks in during, like, the last hour, the cook is in the middle of an industrial deep clean of the kitchen.
(these numbers can vary quite a bit from place to place but i have worked several restaurants with these actual times and the concept remains the same)
Say the place closes at 10. If you wait til the restaurant is already closed to start all your cleaning duties, you'll be there until at least midnight.
More than that your boss knows that on an average night you can start your clean up as soon as the last rush ends and get out of there around 10:45, even 10:15 on a slow night if you get lucky. That means there are plenty of restaurants where if you do take until midnight the manager is going to come up to you at some point that week and ask you what went wrong that night, and you'd better have an answer.
So this example restaurant closes at 10 pm. The dinner rush ends around 8:30, and shortly after that the cook is going to start getting every single dish possible over to the dishwasher because the dishwasher always gets hit hard and late, and the machine runs for 2 full minutes and only holds so many dishes, so the way that works out is if you wait an extra 30 minutes to give the dishwasher all your stuff it can mean adding like 60 minutes to the end of his shift. And you're gonna KEEP finding shit to send to the dishpit right up until you leave probably.
all these little square and rectangle containers in this cold table have to be pulled out and changed over into new containers, replaced by new full ones, or in some cases filled from larger containers in the back, which can result in even more empty containers to send to the dishwasher.
while it's all pulled apart to do this, you have to clean up all the spilled food and sauce and juices and stuff from the joints and ledges and shelves and drip trays
Once you get your line changed over in this way, and fully stocked, anytime someone orders something that makes use of a bunch of that stuff, you have to restock and re-clean it some. It might already be covered in plastic. Some of it might already be stuck in the back to make room to take apart your cutting board counter to clean. To cook a dish isn't TOO much of a problem at this point, but you're really hoping for zero orders because you still have so much other cleaning to do.
Meanwhile the salad bar and appetizer section and server station and everybody are all doing the same thing. Even the bartenders are stocking olives and lemons and sending back whisks and stir spoons and shakers and empty 4quart storage containers that used to hold the back-up lemons and olives and things. Every section is dumping their must-be-cleaneds to the dishpit as fast as possible because early and fast is the only thing they can do to to help that dishpit not absolutely drown into overtime.
The poor dishwasher is always the last to clock out, soaking wet and exhausted.
Around this time you probably scrub the flat top, which has turned black from cooked on grease and is still about 500 degrees. Line cooks are divided in opinion on water-based or oil based cleaning methods for this, but they all involve scrubbing with (usually) a brick of pumice stone using every ounce of your strength while you try not to burn yourself
you scrub it from fully blackened to gleaming silver and now if somebody orders something that needs the flat top to cook, you can either fuck up your cleaning job or fake it in a couple frying pans and pass that tiny fuck you down to your dishwasher (who usually understands, especially if you help them take the garbage out or clean your own floor drain later)
If there's deep fried stuff on the menu then the fryers have to be cleaned out, which includes straining the oil out into enormous and super-heavy pots full of oil so hot that if you spill on yourself then it's probably a hospital visit and if you slip and fall face first into it it'll be the last thing you ever do.
Then you gotta scrub out the fryer. Like you gotta take the (hot) screen out and reach your arm down into the weird rounded pipes and curved areas (so hot, burn you if you brush against them hot) and scrub off whatever is down there
Depending on your kitchen you might have to do up to four of these. Then you'll have to pour the (dangerously hot) oil back in
oh, and if you didn't dry the pipes and get ALL the water out of the trap and tank?
water reacts with hot oil in a sort of mentos and coke way that can send a tidal wave of oil past the open flame of the pilot light ...HUGE dangerous mess and/or burn down the kitchen if the oil lights up.
Unless! If the oil has been used too hard and needs to be changed, it's time to carry those open topped super heavy pots full of will-kill-you-hot oil and dump them in the barrel outside by the dumpsters so you can put room temp fresh oil in the fryers. whew!
The clean up is not just some light wiping down that can be easily interrupted, is what i'm saying.
You might have to do some kind of walk-in duty (moving around 50lb cases of lettuce and 50lb bags of onions to get to the stacks of five gallon buckets full of salad dressings and sauces to move so you can reach the giant metal pots and bus tubs full of prep and get it all organized and make sure it's all labeled and i have to stop now i'm having flashbacks)
THE POINT IS
by 15 or however many minutes to close, the line cook is doing an intense deep clean and probably has the whole stove taken apart to detail.
For some industrial stoves this means lifting off large cast iron plates that weigh like 20 lbs each and are still quite hot. Whatever metal burners are on there, you gotta take off and clean, you can see here the lines that indicate the large thick cast iron rectangles that sit on top of the burners to allow heavy pots to rest on. Those five (each has one front burner hole and one back burner hole, see?) have to be lifted off and cleaned with soap and a wire brush usually, and then the underneath area also has to be cleaned because a lot of shit falls through the burner holes on a busy night.
if you didn't do it when you did the flat top you have to do the grease trap (which can be like a full five minutes and is always disgusting).. You gotta clean out all the little gas jets in each burner with a wire or something so the burners all flame evenly, and sometimes you have to remove some of the natural gas piping that connects the burners to access where you have to clean.
you gotta clean out the bottom of the oven and the wire racks, and, oh gods, you gotta take down the filter vents from the hood fans above the stove.
See all the lined parts along the top of the wall?
those are hood vents, and as they pull air up they also pull a lot of grease and they have to be taken down and cleaned, then you gotta climb up there and scrub where they go before you put them back...
And then there's the mopping and floor drains and...
Anyway, that's what the line cook is doing when you walk in fifteen minutes before closing and order something that needs to be cooked on that stove. They are doing an entire industrial cleaning of a professional kitchen.
In some restaurants maybe one or two of these jobs will be every other night or even only twice a week, but in many, possibly most kitchens, ALL of these things happen EVERY night. You don't want to leave any food mess that might attract insects or rodents for one thing, so a really good kitchen is as close to brand new as you can get it every night.
IF YOU ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO ORDER SOMETHING ANYWAY, HERE IS WHAT TO DO
open with an apology and ask the server to go ask what the cook would prefer you to order.
Any good server will already know what the cook is hoping for and what will make their line cook go into the walk in and scream. If it's significantly less than an hour to close and they say some variant of "oh anything is fine" they are either telling the lie their boss wants them to say, or they actually do not know what their line cook wants, and you can either use human connection and a conspiratorial just-between-us tone to get them to drop the customer-is-always-right act, or get them to actually go ask the cook.
It might be as specific as "the lasagna is easiest on the kitchen" or it might be a simple guideline like "nothing that requires the flat top" or "any of the sautés are easy" but a good line cook will probably have a system for if they have to make a couple of the most popular items after they start their close, so the answer is likely to include something most people like and you should be good to order that.
but for the love of all that's holy, please only do so at great need. Leave that last 30-60 minutes to the truly desperate and the crew's duties.
#long post#sorry#i just have a lot of DO PEOPLE UNDERSTAND feelings left over from all my years in restaurants#restaurants#line cook#service industry
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wolf-hybrid!simon x bunny-hybrid!reader | PT1 | pt2 | pt3 |
the winter is here. your fur has gone from brown, to white, camouflaging you from predators. but that isn't enough to keep you alive. it's so cold, and there's hardly any food. the best you have, is your burrow.
but you're not there right now. it's dangerous to be out, but you have to leave your territory to find more food. the snow underneath your feet is cold, making you keep your pace up. a light, calm, fall of snow comes down from the sky. it's so quiet, and calm. suspiciously so. like something's trying not to make noise...
a flock takes of flying from a bush, in surprise. it spooks you too. but you know better than to be just spooked. so, you take off running, snow flying from underneath your steps. and then you hear it. heavy, fast, and determined steps behind you, running after you. you're being hunted.
running faster is useless, even though you're made for this. it already has you. you're already it's.
with a growl from behind you, you get tackled into the snow. big, hairy arms wrap around your frame, the predators big body pressing you down on the ground.
"little bunny. stop struggling." he growled, tightening his grip around you, when you squirm under him.
your ears filled with the pants coming out from both of you. panic and fear filled your body. you slowly gave up with your desperate protests, going limp in exhaustion, and acceptance.
"you're a smart one, huh?" he darkly chuckled into your ear. the omnivore buried his nose against your head, breathing in the smell, loudly.
simon signed. you smelled so sweet. it would really be a waste to just feast on you. his hips pressed down on yours, almost suffocating you with his weight.
"might have to take you with me, bun... now, tell me, do you have kits waiting for ya?" simon grumbled, almost talking to himself, his tone condescending.
with a frantic shake off your head, simon stood up. he quickly reached down, before the bun had a chance to take off, and picked her up. the predator threw you over his shoulder, almost whiplashing you with the strength he threw you with.
simon walked a mile or two, with you on his shoulder, until you two came upon a hole in a hill, his den. simon took you off of his shoulder and pushed you down to the entrance.
"get in." he murmured, his cold eyes watching your every move. reluctantly, and hesitantly, you crawled your way into the den. simon followed suit, making sure you won't play any tricks.
the den is filled with hay and simon's summer coat. it looked warm. an arm sneaks around your waist, and you get pulled against the wolf's form.
"i'll show ya... i can keep you warm." simon murmured against your cheek, his hairy arms wrapped around your tiny frame.
"don't know if i can wait until spring to get inside ya..." his words made you curl into yourself, shyly. instead of eating you, he took up the responsibility of taking care of you. he had just taken you, just chased you and picked you up over his shoulder. claimed you for himself. and now, you're his.
his little prey.
i just desperately tried to post something, sorry that the ending is so meh
#simon ghost riley#uglygirltryingyaps#afab reader#call of duty#cod#cod 141#cod mwii#cod mw2#cod x reader#fem reader#ghost cod#ghost fanfiction#ghost call of duty#ghost#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#modern warefare ii#modern warfare#fanfic#task force 141#141 x reader#tf 141#ghost x reader#x reader#reader insert#hybrid!reader
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Signs of Falling in Love
When youâre falling in love, it can be such a magical experience, full of little signs that your feelings are growing. You might find yourself blushing whenever that special person is near, your cheeks turning a shade of pink without you even realizing it. Itâs as if your body knows something your mind is just starting to understand.
You start seeking eye contact more often, feeling a flutter in your chest whenever your eyes meet. But then, you might shyly look away, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. You can't help but smile frequently, often for no apparent reason. Itâs not that anything particularly funny is happening, itâs just that thinking about this person makes you so incredibly happy.
Physical contact becomes something you crave, even in the smallest forms. You might find yourself lightly touching their arm or shoulder as you talk, just to feel closer. When theyâre around, you might catch yourself constantly playing with your hair, a subconscious way of dealing with the nervous excitement you feel in their presence.
Humor takes on a whole new importance. Suddenly, youâre laughing at all their jokes, even the ones that arenât particularly funny. Itâs not really about the joke itself but more about the joy of sharing that moment together. Your brain might even go into overdrive, causing you to stammer or struggle to find the right words when you speak to them, as if your thoughts canât quite keep up with your emotions.
You find yourself coming up with excuses to be near them, finding reasons to cross paths or spend time together. When youâre around them, itâs like your stomach is filled with butterflies, fluttering with nervous excitement. Your heart races whenever theyâre close, beating so fast youâre sure itâs obvious to everyone around.
When theyâre not around, your mind drifts off, daydreaming about them, replaying past conversations, and imagining future ones. You get lost in their eyes, feeling like you could stare into them forever. Thereâs this strong urge to share everything with them, from the big moments to the little ones, as if theyâre the only person who truly understands.
You might catch yourself absentmindedly writing their name, doodling it in the margins of notebooks or in the air with your finger, as if itâs become your new favorite word. And when you think about them, youâre filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling, like your heart is wrapped in a cozy blanket of happiness. Itâs these little moments and feelings that make falling in love such a beautiful, confusing, and exhilarating experience.
#falling in love#writing#writer on tumblr#writerscommunity#writing tips#character development#writing advice#oc character#writing help#writer tumblr#writblr#creating ocs#oc stuff
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jungkook fic recs! đ part 3
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starry night (m) | jjk - @kithtaehyung (all you wanted to do was take your boyfriend on a super late date.)
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Millisecond - @kookiepleasee (Jungkook just canât get enough of you, but is too afraid to make a move, so he just admires you from afar, every day.)
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Home: risky birthday đ - @bonny-kookoo (In which you really don't know how he talked you into this.)
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just a little... | jjk drabble - @soft4gguk
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"big tiddie anime bitches" | jjk - @h0neypjm (Jungkook, bless his heart, has an obsession. An obsession with big titty anime girls and the idea of you dressed as them. His birthday is coming up, what better time to fulfil his weeb fantasies than on Jungkook's special day.)
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WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES â JJK (m.) - @awrkive (there haven't been a lot of people who have come into your life that became important to you â and you didnât expect jeon jungkook to be one if it â not at all. but what started as a casual relationship turned into more than that, and now you find yourself deeply in love with him â and happily so. or; your first "i love you" comes out completely wrong.)
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( ì ì ê” ) . . . BURNING HOUR jeon jungkook - @jungqkook (thereâs nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriendâs yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand⊠too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.)
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fill with fire, exhale desire, m | jjk - @whatifyoulivelikethat (He smokes cigarettes. You hate it. You always have a lighter in your pocket. He is pissed off because it isn't for him, you say. So much is said, but the truth is in the silence.)
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RAINY DAYS | JEON JUNGKOOK - PART ONE - @rklve (your life choices left not only yours, but jungkook's heart broken in peaces. now you're back in town, and just like pluto, even if it's cold and dark, he tends to orbit around his sun forever.)
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Devoted to Trouble - @jeonsweetpea (In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesnât care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world?)
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whipped - JJK - @aquagustd (another day, another trend that youâre forced to participate in with your boyfriend. It was his idea but he somehow gets sidetracked, with his head between your thighs.)
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campus affairs | jeon jungkook - @kooktrash (you transferred to a new college during second semester and you didnât expect much excitement out for. thatâs until jungkook came along and what had struggled to be a friendship was becoming so much more.)
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[10:29pm] | jeon jungkook - @kookssin (established!relationship, smut, mirror sex)
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Fall Back in Love | jjk - @bukguhope (jungkook somehow grew a reputation of sleeping around on campus, leaving him lonely and inexperienced with relationships. so when you, his old childhood best friend moves onto campus, he discovers what a relationship can feel like as he finds himself falling in love with you)
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fast forward - JJK - @aquagustd (If every single person you knew was against you, it wouldnât matter, doesnât matter because Jungkook would be there for you. Thatâs why you donât question his words when he repeats âIâll be backâ one disconcerting morning, and you respond with âI know. I trust you.â Heâll make you eat your words.)
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paired & puppy-eyed | jjk - @yoon-kooks (When Jeon Jungkook agrees to be your partner for a class project, he doesnât realize what that might escalate to until you show up at his door in a teeny-tiny crop top and cling to his tattooed arm like his naughty little kitten.)
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risqué ; timestamp #15 - @mercurygguk
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LOVE ME | JJK - @wnderkoo (I guess I'm just a sucker for love.)
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CRIMINAL ! ... halloween special - @voyter (your boyfriend ends up loving your costume idea for the two of you more than he initially lets on.)
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đđĄđđŠđ©đđ đ§đ đđšđ§đđđđđą - @pennyellee (You, a determined fashion designer, find yourself entangled in a collaboration with the irresistibly charming and egotistic heartthrob, Jeon Jungkook. Will this partnership remain strictly professional, or will he make the lines blur?)
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grumpy!jk - @awrkive (jungkook is usually a nice guy from the way he interacts with other people â but the only exception comes to you. and you can't figure out why.)
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MOTHERFUCKINâ TRAIN WRECK! â ì ê” - @lovieku (when renowned fuckboy jeon jeongguk catches feelings, he loses his mind. only when it comes to you, though.)
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CRAZY | JJK (Part 1) - @girlygguk (you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. thatâs when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook.)
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metro inhabitant!Jungkook x survivor!female reader - @runariya
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Closer To You - JJK (18+) - @back2bluesidex (You know that you and Jeongguk are completely different individuals from every possible aspect, and there is no future of this relationship but you canât push him away, not when he only wants to come closer to you.)
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next door - jjk - @sugaimhome (Jungkook is obsessed with you. All because of some badly designed architecture and house planning, heâd do anything for you, and when he sees you struggling to orgasm, he takes matters into his own hands... or camera.)
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PRESSED IN THE STEAM - @97kuu (There is only so much he can handle visually of your wet, hot and exposed body in an a private onsen before his member starts craving more than simple touches and thrusts between your thighs.)
#jungkook#jungkook fanfiction#bts fanfiction#jungkook angst#bts angst#jungkook fic recs#bts fic recs#jungkook x reader#bts jungkook#jungkook series#jungkook fanfic#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook smut#jungkook fic#jungkook recs#jeon jungkook#jeon jungguk#jungkook imagine#yandere jungkook#jungkook reader#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x yn
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TEMPTING THEM DURING NO NUT NOVEMBER.
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warnings. â ïžPG18! public teasing, groping, rough sex, dirty talk, degradation, dry humping, car sex, riding, handjob, shower sex, choking, clit rubbing, p in v obviously.
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heeseung knew he fucked up the moment he agreed to take on the challenge. he knew it so so well, yet he decided he could do it and he could pull through the entire month if tried just hard enough. that he could keep his dick in his pants and not in you.
and it was hard. it is hard. his fucking cock twitching underneath his boxers as you discreetly palm him over his suit pants. right in the middle of a dinner with all his friends sitting around the table. unaware of your indecent touches and the looks you throw at your boyfriend.
batting your lashes at him while biting your lips, grabbing his thigh and then moving your hand up to squeeze his cock. it is absolute torture till it lasts. till his resolve breaks and he immediately drags you along to the nearest bathroom. his friends looking at the scene knowing he's done forâ just a week into november.
âshit you just had to make me lose didn't you?â heeseung slaps his hand over your mouth, muffling your loud moans as he drills his cock into you. fast and rough; holding your thigh around his waist in a grip so tight it'd probably leave purple bruises.
he tugs you closer on the counter each time you move back from the force of his thrusts, skin slapping into red, painfully pleasurable marks,âcouldnât keep your hands off my cock for once,â he grunts, brows furrowing as you clench around him every two seconds.
âif you keep doing that baby, i might just knock you up with how much i cum,â he moves his hand from your mouth, his lips immediately find yours in a messy lock, nibbling on your lower lip in supressed groans and pants, his balls tightening up when he feels yours walls clamping onto him hard.
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if muscles could tear off easily. jay would be in shreds right now. the sheer amount of restraint it is taking him, each part of him painfully tenseâ beyond he ever felt in his entire life. absolute hell he is going through watching you prance around in just a croptop and freaking bikini bottoms.
his eyes almost popping out of the sockets with drooling desire and want for you as he follows along the way you bend over or reach up for absurd and insane reasons. purposely to tease him of course.
he is aware of what you are trying to do. he really is. but he still just can not seem to look away for the sake of his cock and the expensive dinner on line for losing. gaze continuing to follow you as you settle into his lap, arms draping over his shoulders and your ass resting right on top of his now hard cock. oh he's about to lose.
âhad this dream last night andâ fuck princess you couldn't keep your hands off me andâ oh god it was so hot,â jay rambles, his hands gripping your waist guiding you as you grind your drenched folds across his hard cock. back and forth, back and forth. your wet bikini bottoms sliding off to the side each time you reach up to his tip. warm slick smearing over his twitching cock pulled out of his sweatpants just enough.
his soft gasps and grunts filling the room,âgonna lose the no nut but it's worth it,â his eyes stay fixated on your face, watching the way it twists with pleasure and how your lips form an o when you let a moan amidst the constant mewls.
only two days left, but jay just can't resist it anymore. feeling your thighs shake against his and your eyes roll back when he nudges just the tip inside.
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jake's knuckles turn borderline white against the steering wheel. grip so tight he might as well rip it off the console. he tries so hard to focus on the road, to keep his eyes and his mind on the lane. but god you make it impossible with your hand caressing his thigh. his gaze drifting down each time your pinky rubs against his balls. and mind drifting off to danger zone of no nut november.
a sharp intake of breath and a silent curse falling off his lips when your fingers trail over his bulge in a feather light touch.
calm down, calm down, calm down. jake chants repeatedlyâ don't get hard, don't get hard, changing the words when he inevitably feels himself throbbing and growing stiffer by the secondâ fucking don't get hard damn it, all futile for his cock practically springs against the fabric of his cotton pants after you brush over his tip. should have worn the goddamn boxers.
âoh yeahâ oh fuck yeahâ your pretty pussy feels so good baby,â jake groans against your parted mouth, the sounds leaving you, the way you bounce on him, the sweat trickling down between your breasts; oh he doesn't care it's only been four days since he decided to participate in no nut november.
âhow did i even think i could live a month without you cumming on my cock,â his hands squeezing your ass, guiding your movements as the car flaps with your lewd squelches in the backseat. the windows fogged up and filled with your moans and jakeâs dirty mouth running rampant.
noticing your face scrunching up in pleasure, he immediately moves his hand over to rub your nub in quick circles,âgod yes you're gonna cum for me?â his feet planting firm onto the floorboard before he starts pounding up,âme too baby, gonna fill you up so well.â
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the cold shower did nothing to help his raging mind. and his raging cock. images of you begging for his cock flashing before his eyes on repeat. you were such a vixen when it came down to sex. knowing exactly how to tempt him in a way he would not be able to be resist.
it's only been ten days. sunghoon reminds himself, a hand rubbing down his face as he tries taking in deep breaths. coming home to you waiting for him right by the front door with fucking bedroom eyes was not something he was ready for. and especially not for the way you tried to persuade him to give up the challenge. pulling him closer by his sweatpants and throwing out the most sensual begs he'd ever heard from you.
it took every cell in him to deny you, rushing into the shower to avoid you before you could notice his boner. he did not lock the door thoughâ
âfuck doll, keep doing that and iâll cum so hard,â sunghoon throws his head back, water running down his chest and over your pretty little hands jerking his hard cock in sloppy strokes. his hips buck involuntarily, furious and wild despite all the warnings flashing red in his subconscious.
âshit shit shitâ fuck waitââ as the tight coil in his stomach threatens to bust, he instantly pulls away. albeit only to push you against the glass wall, haul up your left leg, and shove his cock inside in a brutal thrust. his forehead resting against yours as he fucks rough. rough and mad.
his other hand reaching up to grip your throat in a light choke,âyou were so desperate to be fucked, you just had to ruin my challenge didn't you?â thumb pressing onto your windpipe just enough while he stares into your glazed eyes,âso desperate for my cum,â
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!! nsfw; poly 141 ; sexting; fem reader
price gets a video, a measly six-second thing, from ghost.
he's used to getting all sorts of messages from his lieutenant, but a video has never been a part of them.
it was always soap who sends them videos upon videosâsaved videos of things that make him lose his shit or links that are his new turn-ons. price even gets personal messages from the fella; sometimes it's his sergeant venting in lilted scottish, sent to price's personal number on a drunken whim, and sometimes they're videos of him pleading.
"sir, please... wanna cum."
kyle is still getting used to the dynamic. he's still a little shy, hesitant, although he seemed to be getting more bold in text. more pushy. descriptive.
then there's ghost. he is a whole different beast from the other two because instead of begging, instead of putting price above his own pleasure, he backs the captain into a corner, pushing him close to the edge with little taunts and teases.
price remembers the first time ghost has done it. he sent the captain a picture of a lacey panties hanging off of ghost's jean pockets, the rouge of the soft material drawing price's eyes to the distinct tent in his lieutenant's pants, leaving his throat dry. he remembers fisting his own cock at the image, mind running because of ghost's anecdoteâ
"you would like her."
john had never cum so fast when masturbating, and yet there he was, twitching on his office chair, chest heaving as ragged rasps of breaths passed through his clenched teeth.
"your girlfriend's got a good taste," price had messaged back.
"and me?" was what ghost replied with.
"you already know," price sent. then, "you always know how to make your captain proud."
that correspondence might have been what pushed ghost to keep sending more messages. more taunts. more teasing images that had price rubbing himself in any smidgen of a private corner he could find because simon was never one to disappoint.
so this video had set john's blood on fire, heat scorching from his spine and pooling towards his twitching cock. hairline fractures fill the sides of his phone's screen, leaving rainbow lines filing his eyes at every reflection of the light.
ghost had always liked to share you to him. price knew for a fact that simon had never sent pictures of you to the othersâ"need your permission first, sir."âbut he also thought that simon had drawn the line there. that while he was eager to share snapshots of your pretty little lingeries or the way you marked up simon's tanned skin with deep punctures of what john knows must be straight teeth, simon was not going to indulge john any more.
and yet.
he feels his lungs burn. trembling fingers reach to play the video.
the sound of your squealed moans bouncing against the walls was what he registers first. ghost has you on your knees, and john traces the way simon's got a chokehold on the back of your neck. john watches as ghost uses it as a leverage, tugging you back to his cockâhis pelvis is pressed flush against the fat of your ass, and price feels his gums throb with the need to sink his teeth into your flesh at seeing the ripples of your fat bunch up against the bulk of simon's muscles.
"si! si!" you sobbed, muffled as you have your head burrowed into the pillows. your hands are useless by your sides, limp and incapable of even fisting the sheets.
"s'right," simon's voice echoed from behind the screen. "show cap'n how you love moanin' my name."
simon's mention of john has him jolting, his breaths stuttering once again.
he thought this little thing they have was a secret. a dirty, little, desperate secret that only he and ghost had the privilege of knowing. the immorality of it had always pushed john to his orgasm faster than his every rub, and he thought that it would all change the moment you know.
but this is a better treat.
it's a feast.
because john sees it for what it isâa promise.
the video ends, reminding john how short it really was. but he is addicted, unable to let go now that he's been given a taste of what will be.
the next time he replays the video, he's got his erect cock in his hand.
he snaps a picture of his cum-filled palm and sends it to simon. he writes, "show her what she does to me."
it takes twenty-three seconds for simon's reply to come in. it isn't a message but a voicenoteâ"am i a good girl, cap'n?"
"yeah," john records himself say. "so, so good f'r us, doll."
â
sorta pt 02
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belladonna
in which you have to get your tetanus shot, and spencer is there to hold your hand. and⊠tease you. just a little bit. (bandages universe)
fluff warnings/tags: needles/r has needle phobia, flirty!reader, idiots in love, teasing, not established relationship yet, anxiety, Spencer makes a joke abt his addiction, did I mention IDIOTS IN LOVE a/n: works as a standalone, as do all the bandages fics I believe. anyway hope u like! <3
âSpencer, I donât think I can do this.â
He sets down his shoddy hospital coffee and grabs your knee to stop your leg from its rapid bouncing, exerting a gentle pressure when you donât immediately comply.
âYes, you can. Just breathe, okay? Try to relax. Itâs much harder for your brain to remain in fight-or-flight if your body is relaxed.â
âNo, itâsâI feel like I canât breathe right now,â you say, chest constricted in a vice of panic. âI think my heart is beating too fast, Iââ
Footsteps approach from the hallway and your head snaps up, cold dread filling every vein in your bodyâbut they continue past your door.
âOh my god, Iâm losing it. Iâm going to die here,â you rave, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes. The gauze wrapped around your hand presses against your brow and beneath it a cut throbs dullyâa cruel reminder of what it is that youâre doing here in the first place.
Spencer gives up on trying to make you stop bouncing your leg, and instead the hand travels to your jaw to find your pulse. His fingers feel cool against your warmed skin, accentuating the constant thrum of your heart. You watch his face anxiously as fifteen seconds go by.Â
âYour pulse is pretty high,â he admits gravely, returning his hands to his pockets. Your brow knits at his sudden solemnity as you look up at him. âIâm not a medical doctor, but⊠we might have to take you to the hospital.â
Any trace of worry withers from your face. âTruly hilarious.â
The corner of his mouth turns up a little.
âSee? Youâre calm enough to make a sarcastic joke at my expense. If you were actually going to die I doubt you would be able to do that.â
âWanna make a bet?â you snap.
âDefinitely not,â he smiles, warm eyes alight and not at all fazed by your attitude. âYouâre the last person Iâd bet against.â
âHa,â you say bitterly, eyes darting to the door again. âIn that case I might just take my chances with tetanus.â
âI just watched you slice your hand open on a rusty fence, take down a man twice your size, and get ten stitches without flinching. Needles should be afraid of you.â
At least now your face is warming from the compliment and not the anxiety.Â
âItâs... different. Like, stitches and shots. Shots really fucking freak me out. I donât know if you could tell. Iâm sure I seem really chill about it.â
He nods sagely. âTrypanophobia. Itâs among the most common phobias in the world, next to Arachniphobia, Ophidiophobia, Acrophobia, Aerophobia. You have Astraphobia, too, donât you? Fear of storms?â
âSpencer.â
âI also used to struggle with needles, actually.â
You look back at him, suddenly curious.
âUsed to?â
âYeah, but I pretty much got over it when I got all the vaccines for my clearance at the Academy. Becoming addicted to intravenous drugs helped, too, but I wouldnât recommend it,â he muses, examining the art on the wall behind you and taking a sip of his coffee.
At that exact moment, the door opens and a very professional, very exhausted-looking nurse hurries in. You hardly even register her because youâre staring at Spencer, trying to figure out if you just heard him right. Heâs looking right back at you over the rim of his cup, eyes dancing with what looks like suppressed mirth.
The nurse says something, and you bless her with an âuh-huhâ, unable to take your eyes off of Spencer.
âI must be hallucinating,â you say.
âWhat? Youâre the only one allowed to make off-color jokes at inappropriate times?â
âI didnât even know you could make a regular joke, honestly.â
âYou ready, dear?â says the nurse, swabbing your upper arm with an alcohol wipe.
âAh! Spencer!â You yelp, thrusting out your hand for him to take. He quickly sets the cup  back down on the window sill and takes your outstretched hand, stepping closer.
âRelax,â he laughs upon seeing how your shoulders have risen to meet your ears. âDonât look over there. Look at me.â Gently he brushes a loose strand of your hair behind your shoulder, redirecting your focus toward him. At this point youâve gone catatonic anyway, so you donât resist, although it doesnât seem to matter much because youâre basically blacking out. âLiterally relax your arm. I'm serious. It will hurt less.â
âSmall pinch, darlinâ,â the nurse says, and you clench your jaw so hard youâre afraid you might break a tooth, and maybe some tetanus-induced lockjaw wouldnât actually be so bad, and sheâs touching your arm now, and who made that extremely undignified squeaking noise, andâ âAnd youâre done.â
You frown.
âIâm done?â
âYouâre done,â the nurse repeats. Logically she has no reason to lie to you about this, but you look over to check anyway because thereâs simply no way youâre done just like that. Sure enough, sheâs smoothing a band-aid over your shoulder and pulling your sleeve back into place.
You look back at Spencer as if searching for a second opinion, utterly baffled. He carefully frees his poor hand of your bone crushing grip and grabs your discarded FBI jacket from the chair, handing it to you.
âThatâs it?â you say, taking the jacket and absent-mindedly folding it on your lap.
âThatâs it. You did it.â
âReally? Thatâs all? I feel like it canât be that easy. I donât even think I felt anything,â you ramble, rolling your shoulder around, and finding just a bit of soreness.
âYou were so brave,â he nods, stepping closer to wipe something warm and wet away from under your eyes. âAmericans can rest easy knowing theyâve got someone like you in the FBI.â
âShut up. Am I crying?â
He laughs, and the twinkly sound fills you with even more joy than normal. Everything seems a little brighter, a little warmerâprobably another adrenaline rush or a result of your brain releasing a trace amount of opioids in response to the pain.
âJust a little bit.â
âYou two are FBI?â The nurse says, like she canât quite believe it.
Before you can tell her that you donât very much like her tone, Spencer nods.
âBehavioral analysis unit.â
âOh! You guys catch all those serial killers?â
He nods politely, giving her a flat smile. âThatâs the goal, yes.â
âWow. Thereâs a meet-cute to tell your children.â
You snort and immediately clap your good hand to your mouth, looking up at Spencer to see how heâll react. Of course heâs already red and stammering.
âOh, noâIâmaybe I misled you, weâre not, uh⊠weâre not together. Not like that. We are partners in the, in the sense of our job, notâweâre not romantically involved. Justâco-workers. Friends. Weâre, Iâd say weâre good friends. I mean, sheâs great. Sheâs very nice, and, wellâmaybe nice isnât exactly the right word, but sheâs, you knowââ
âSpencer,â you interrupt.
âYou ready to go?â he says immediately, looking very grateful that someone finally cut him off. Works like a charm, every time.Â
You stand, and to your surprise, wobble a bit on your feet. Spencer steadies you with a hand to your waist. âWoah,â you mutter, trying not to look too disoriented.
âYou need to eat,â he says. âWith how anxious youâve been you probably completely burned through whatever calories were in your system. Itâs a parasympathetic nervous system response to adrenaline.â
âI know what it is.â You grab his hand and turn to the nurse, who is looking at the two of you with a bemused, slightly clinical interest. âUm... thanks? Right?â
âOkay,â Spencer says. âWeâre leaving now. Come on. Go.â
As heâs herding you out the door, you keep trying to look at him over your shoulder. âIs it weird that I kind of liked it? Does that, like⊠point to something?â
âNever repeat that,â Spencer says, shaking his head, but you can hear the strain of a hidden smile in his voice.Â
You smile up at him as the two of you walk down the empty hallway, swinging his hand in yours.
âShe thought we were together,â you say, and itâs almost a gloat, though Spencer canât quite wrap his mind around what that might mean. Instead, he relishes the weight of your hand in his. He doesnât exactly remember when that became commonplace, but he never takes it for granted. He canât help the smirk across his face which always lets you know heâs going to say something snarky.Â
âShe just doesnât understand that you need constant attention or youâll die.â
Luckily, youâre used to each other. Quips are just one prevalent dialect in your vast love language.Â
âYup. Iâm a delicate, rare flower.â
Spencer scoffs lightly.
âYeah. Like deadly nightshade. Or water hemlock.â
âThose ones are pretty, right?â
He squeezes your hand. Imagines telling you that heâs in love with you and has been for a very long time.Â
Instead, he thinks about dinner.Â
âGorgeous. Where do you want to eat, Belladonna?â
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kinich x fem!reader, nsfw, don't ask me how nightsoul's blessing works this is just horny posting, spitting, cum eating
kinich who loves extreme sports so damn much. he loves the way it makes his skin prickle, adrenaline pulsing through his veins and rushing through his blood. he chases the feeling, seeing just how far he can push himself, testing the absolute limits of his boundaries.
sometimes, he seeks out that feeling in different ways.
he seeks it out in the rush of the huntâfighting by your side, soaring through the air and striking the ground with his greatsword. when it's all said and done, he watches you patch yourself up, thumbing at a drop of blood on your lip.
the sight makes his cock twitch in his pants.
and really, he can't help himselfâthe remnants of nightsoul burst leave his skin hot, burning, and sometimes he just needs a way to release that energy. he watches as you wipe the sweat from your brow, the hem of your shirt riding up and showing a sliver of skin.
he flexes his fingers, breathing out slow.
yeah, he has a lot of energy left.
you're used to it, too, when he gets like this. he's usually so gentle when he makes love to you, soft smiles and brushing touches that always feel like your first time. it's when you go on the hunt together that he gets this needy, this deprived. so, you're not surprised when he pulls you behind one of the trees nearby, already grabbing at your clothes and tearing them off.
you're so cute underneath him too, shivering and writhing at his touch. he bites at your shoulders, at your collarbones, smirking when fresh marks rise on your skin.
he forgets about the time so easily, losing himself in your pussyâit's so warm and tight and only for him. you cum once, then twice, your hole fluttering around him, but he's still not done.
your nails rake down his back, and it stings in a good way. you're begging mindlessly, for what even you don't know, but he likes it that way.
"i know baby, i know," he says, growls, "just give me one more."
"kâkinich," you whine, and it only makes him fuck you harder. he squeezes at your cheeks, forcing your mouth open so he can kiss you, slipping his tongue inside. it's messy, and he swallows up every delicious moan that you give him, then spits on your tongue for good measure.
his skin is still burning. the glowing lines of his nightsoul's blessing flicker over his skin, and you feel his grip tighten over your hips. he's insatiable when he's like this, you think vaguelyâcan barely think at all. his blessing makes him stronger, makes every thrust hit you deeper.
"g'nna cum," he hisses through his teeth, pounding you with so much force that you have to brace yourself against the tree trunkâeven then, it feels like it might snap. "you want it?"
his hand slides down your body, grabbing at your ass roughly, then toying with your clit. your mind nearly goes blank.
"yes! want it, kinich, please," you breathe, your lips only capable of forming his name. your words seem to send him over the edge, and his eyes roll back as his cock twitches inside you.
"archons, fuck!"
the nightsoul's blessing nearly burns you with its radiance, pulsing off of him in white-hot waves. his cum is hot too, filling you up fast, and he sighs at the feelingâat the feeling of making you his.
"that's it," he breathes into your neck, then leaves a small kiss there, still shallowly fucking into you, "take it, baby."
you don't reply, too fucked out to say anything at all. you only look up at him with glassy, needy eyes that make something flare in his chest. he could fuck you again if you keep looking at him like that.
the sight of his cum dripping out of you only adds on to the feeling, and he scoops a bit of it onto his fingers, pressing them to your lips. you suck on his fingers gratefully, eyes fluttering shut with delight.
kinich sighs.
he needs to go hunting with you more often.
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hey how are you? could you write jinx x reader? something like jinx taking the reader's virginity. thanks â€ïžđ«°đ»
My favorite piltie
A/N: Hello! I am okay anon, thanks for asking! Just a bit sad that tomorrow Arcane will endđ.
I want to make it clear that I tried to do this before the next act drops, so I wrote it in two days and some things might not be very good, but I hope you will enojiy it nonetheless!!
Contains: female reader, detailed description of a wound, smut. All characters are 20+ years.
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When Jinx came knocking at your door tonight, you didn't think you'd end up in this position: her hands gripping at the skin of your chest and with her head buried in it.
The beginning of your night had kicked off with a strange twist when you heard a knock on your fifth floor appartment's window. You gulped down your fear and with a fast beating heart, looked past the window's glass to see a crouching figure with bright pink eyes staring at you. Any other occasion and you would have died on the spot, but you knew who she was. As soon as you opened the window, the figure let herself in, crawling out of the darkness and into the light of your room. "You are so nice letting me in, piltie" she said, and you don't miss the venom laced in the last word she spoke. "Your people aren't really known to be kind" her long fingers mess with the many little trinkets displayed on your shelves, checking their mechanisms and turning their gears.
"What do you want, Jinx?" you can feel a tingling sense of anger inside your skull at her continuous teasings.
You still remember the first time you had seen her, running from enforcers and covering her wounded shoulder.
You knew how ruthless they could be, especially since Miss Kirramman had taken control over the city. In a strange turn of events, you had found her curled up in one of Piltover's abandoned alleys and brought her with you to your home, taking care of her for the next few days until you found your window open and the blue haired criminal nowhere to be seen. During that time, you grew fond of her and were sad when she disappeared. Some weeks had passed and your life continued to flow normally, until she showed up at your door again. You were actually kind of amazed by the fact that she managed to sneak inside the appartment's building without being noticed, but after the third time, when someone called the enforcers on her, she had begun to climb on the building's exterior and knock at your window instead.
"Oh nothing, just wanted to pay a visit to my favorite piltie" she falls back on your bed, sizing you up from head to toe with that smirk of hers that makes your heart beat faster. "That's all?" the mattress dips under your weight as you sit next to her, always keeping your eyes on hers. "Mhmm, maybe" she fishes something from a bag -one you've just noticed- and shakes it: a small glass globe filled with water and fake flakes of snow. The tallest buildings of Piltover reflect the warm lights of your room, making the city of progress look ethereal under the glass. But it wasn't the shiny buildings or the snowflakes that got your attention, but a small name made with metal and gear parts glued to the bottom of the globe. "No way...is this a real Valdiani?!" the shock in your voice makes Jinx's heart flutter, something that she has never experienced before.
She lets out a proud snuff of air from her nose, pushing her chest outwards, "Consider it a gift for my fav- shit!" the sudden swear catches your attention and you look over to see Jinx doubled over. "Jinx! What is going on?!" It's faint, but you can see her hands wrapped tightly around her left side, traces of blood seeping from between her fingers. "Oh shit! Jinx what happened?" she lets out a breathless chuckle, her skin suddenly far paler than normally. "Hah, just some gift the bluebellies have given me" she sucks in a breath when you move her hands, biting a scream away. A deep wound runs along her side, pus forming where her skin had been pulled back from the slash, bleeding red on your covers. You run outside of your room and collect gauze, antiseptic, healing creme and a glass of water.
"Here, bite this" you hand her an old cloth, which she promptly places in between her teeth. "Ready?" she nods, taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. The heat of your hand is the only thing that brings her comfort. She isn't ready though when you pour the liquid over her wound: it feels like billions of needles stinging and burning her flesh, making her want to vomit.
"There there, it's over..." you quickly dry her skin and massage the healing cream on her, finally finishing when you cover her stomach with the gauze. She releases a huff of relief, mindlessly tangling her fingers with yours. When the pain subsides, she realizes how close the two of you are. You on your knees, her panting and sweating, how close you are to her and how fast her heart is beating. It would take a second, just a second for her to reach for your lips and melt into you...
"Uh... I- uh, just-, what happened?" you try to not sound too shy but your voice gives your feelings away. "I..." Jinx's throat bobs and it seems that she'd rather curl herself up like a hedgehog than admitting whatever she did. "You know, the usual. Went on a walk, stormed a shop, stole some things, got the enforcers called on me and..." she gestures towards her side, "...this happened".
Jinx isn't clear with her words, but something about the blush on her skin hints at the fact that there may be something else underneath her facade. You might try at least, right? Reaching for the glass globe, you twirl it in your hands, watching the snowflakes fall on Piltover. "Jinx...did you get chased after stealing this?", she doesn't answer, but her shy silence is enough for you.
"Why? Why do this for me?" she pouts her lips before answering, still held back by some sort of pride. "W-what can I say? Anything for my favorite piltie...".
A heavy silence fills the room, of the kind that is difficult to bear.
You can't believe it. You just can't believe that she'd be so reckless, so stupid! It's difficult to bite your anger back, but you do so, and instead of crying or screaming or scolding her, like Jinx thought you were going to do, you just hug her tightly against your chest. Your grip is so strong against her that she feels like she'll choke on it.
But you are so warm in comparison to her body, so, so warm. For the first time in a while, after Silco's death, after Vi's betrayal, after everything went to shit, she feels like she can breathe. And so she does, inhaling your scent in between, tasting it on her tongue. When you pull back, Jinx's eyelids are heavy with want, her mouth slightly open and her skin red.
It takes a second for her lips to push against yours, for her hands to come up and grab your face and pull you down towards her. The kiss is surprisingly tender for it to be Jinx's: you expected teeth and tongue, not pecks and soft touches. The way she sighs and runs her hands on your chest has you keening for her. "Jinx..." a small line of spit connects your lips, and before you can say anything else, she wipes it off on your bottom lip and sighs, "You know what piltie? I think I deserve something too".
Blinking at her a couple of times, she groans at your naivety and continues while taking your cheeks in her hand. "It has been a hard day for me: running from enforcers, bleeding all the way here... I think I deserve a gift too".
And that's where you are now, naked from the waist up with Jinx on your lap, diligently taking what's hers. The way her tongue teases your nipple is something to die for. It seems all her softness has died with the kiss you shared before, now tugging and biting every part of you. You gasp as she bites your nipple, leaving the indents of her teeth on the delicate skin.
"If I knew I could see you all shy and fidgety-" she tugs your left nipple with her long fingers, smiling cruelly when tearing a gasp from you, "...I would have done this earlier". Her lips leave your right nipple, spit chilling the skin, before she teases both of them with the point of her fingernails, moving and tickling them.
Jinx lets out one of those cruel laughs of hers before diving right back on your nipple, giving it one last kiss and moving towards your stomach. She kisses and strokes every one of your scars, every mole or freckle, every inch of skin, until she comes across the hem of your pants. "N-No wait, Jinx..." you place your hand on her forehead, strands of blue hair falling in between your fingers. She halts immediatley at your discomforted voice, billions of little alarms going off in her head and an attentive yet scared look in her eyes. "What is it?".
"I... I have to tell you something" and with that, her heart beats faster and faster and that obnoxious voice inside her head speaks; 'You've hurt her' and 'Look at what you've done' and 'Did you really think she would genuinely like you?'. But your voice is stronger than theirs. "Hey? Is everything alright? We don't have to do this" in the meantime, your hand cups her cheek, thumb stroking at the pale skin. "Yeah I- I am okay. And I want to" her own fingers close in on you and she takes a moment to breathe. Your own warmth is one of the only things that can make her calm. When the voices blur away and only you and her are left, she opens her eyes again, your reflection sharp inside their pink. "What do you have to tell me?" now it was your time to take a breath, because knowing Jinx, she could have two reactions over your news: making fun of you or absolutely losing her shit. "I... I am a virgin".
She takes a moment to process the information and then lets out a wheezing laugh, making blood rise quickly to your face. "That's it?! I thought I accidentally hurt you or something!". The only thing you can do at this point is pout and look away offended. "Oh come on toots" her hands take a hold of your face before turning you to her, who is smiling softly and with tenderness. "I am just kidding. Don't be so moody. And besides..." she captures your lips, biting and licking and sucking until they darken, leaving a faint trace of blood where her teeth were, "...It's so fucking hot".
The descent to get to her prize is tedious and long, but Jinx can't help but want to savor each one of its steps. Her fingers finally hook on the hem of your pants and pull down, revealing your naked thighs to her; the only thing stopping her from claiming her prize is the fabric of your underwear. "Wait a second..." despite how cute you look to her, Jinx rolls her eyes at yet another one of your attempts to stop her. "What, toots? You don't want me to fuck you?" your eyes widen when she so bluntly says that, without an ounce of embarrassment on her face, but continue. "What?! N-no I want to....it's just that..." you eye Jinx's position on the floor. "The wound might be painful if you crouch... I don't want you to hurt yourself".
"So, what do you want me to do?". You look back between Jinx and the plush, comfortable bed, a lightbulb popping off on your head. "Lie on the bed", you say, making Jinx blink a few times before processing and understanding your intentions. "Ohh, I didn't take you for the kinky type, toots". She crawls over the bed, making sure to look as alluring as possible, then lies down with her head pressed on one of your pillows. "There. Do you like this more?" the way that she's so smug about it, with that stupid smirk of hers, makes you want to choke her to death.
"Shut the fuck up", you follow her, placing yourself on each side of her head, feeling her hands rise on your tighs to curl on the soft fabric she so wishes were to disappear. "Hmhm, alright" she eyes the patch of cloth that has begun to show a wet stain, images of what she is going to do to you already flashing in her mind. But this position prevents her from sliding them off without you having to move away from her, and she'd rather keep you and your pussy here. "You know, as much as I love how cute you look with these..." you only have a brief moment to see a malicious glint in her eyes, before she tears your underwear apart, leaving you naked in front of her "I'd much rather have you bare". "Jinx! I just told you to shut up!" it doesn't help that she doesn't mind you and whistles loudly, making you feel more and more embarrassed. "And I -shut up!-. And-and those were expensive! Do you know how-!" but all your words die in your throat when she, with a strength you didn't know she had, pulls you flat against her mouth.
She licks your clit like a starved woman, like it will be the last meal she'll ever have. She doesn't dive right in your pussy, instead takes her sweet time to torture you, making you wish she'd just fuck you already. "Jinx...please, I-" she opens her eyes to see you above her, naked and panting with pleasure, something she only ever dreamt of seeing.
She can't say no to her favorite piltie. Her cold hands grab your ass, propping you up in a new angle on her face so you can't move, but she can do everything she wants to. She spends the next minutes milking your pleasure out of you, before pushing one finger slowly inside of you. You gasp in pain at first, a small trickle of blood wetting your skin and her fingers, and after a few minutes, feeling need arise from the depths of your guts. Jinx's eyes widen when she first feels you move atop her fingers, riding them messily; and she already has a new idea. "No, none of that toots" with her left hand, she yanks your hips down on her fingers, preventing you from moving further. Her next words feel like ice cold water on naked skin; "I won't make you cum if you do it again" and as if that wasn't bad enough, she emphasizes her point with a trust of her fingers. "You will be a good girl, won't you?".
"Yes, yes, yes I will be a good girl..." her smile is all you see before she disappears underneath your thighs. As soon as you get used to the alien feeling of her fingers inside of you, her pace is unrelenting; fast and hard, torturing your clit with her lips. She takes your hips and places your slit directly onto her tongue, forcing you to grind down on it. When you start to wheeze from her touches, she decides to move onto the next phase of her plan. "Hey baby, get up a sec" you would rather keep on grinding on her tongue, but comply anyway. You get up, putting ditance between your slit and her mouth, but while you do, she directly shoves in her fingers, making your legs almost give out. With her other hand she pushes you until your ass is flat against her lap. "Come on, bounce" you don't let her repeat herself twice, already fucking yourself on her fingers at the best of your abilities. What she's seeing is far better than anything she could have ever dreamt of: her favorite piltie bouncing up and down her fingers, eyes heavy and panting above her. And your movements on her own crotch only make her feel more and more euphoric. Oh, if only she could feel you... When she curls her finger on that spot that has you keening, you finally come undone; finger intertwined, billions of stars exploding beneath your eyelids and electricity coursing through your veins. You collapse on her, skin against skin, puffing and gasping for each breath. Your whines reach Jinx's ears and right now, she wants nothing more than to tear orgasms upon orgasms from you, but she'll have to wait.
You roll over, taking a place near her on the bed, shivering from the intensity of your first time. And when Jinx, with a horrifyingly both sweet and sadistic smile turns to you, excitement clear on her face, your pussy clenches around nothing and your blood turns to ice. "So, wanna go again?"
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A | Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
jason is very different after sex. itâs a major act of trust for him, so when itâs done, all he really wants is to be close to you. in other words: heâs a big cuddler. heâll mumble some things into your skin as you run your fingers through his hair, and after, you usually end up ordering enough food to feed a small family, because that man can eat.
dick is a loverboy at heart. once the dust has settled and youâre both down from your highs, heâs doting on youâbringing you water, a snack, cleaning you up with a damp clothâwith doe eyes and a big old grin. always invites you to have a shower with him afterwards, and you always say yes, because his shoulder rubs are divine.
B | Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
unsurprisingly, jason has someâŠissues with his body from all the shit itâs been through. that being said, I think he intentionally trains his back and shoulders the most. itâs what makes him look as huge as he does. as for his favourite thing about you, jason todd is an ass man, argue with the wall. he likes something he can grab. hard.
dick grayson knows his ass is fat. heâs not shy about it. but his favourite body part is actually his arms, and how muscular theyâve become over the years. as for you, he loves your hips. they trigger something primal in him; the second you put on a fitted dress, heâs thinking about giving you his children.
C | Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
jason gets nasty. heâll cum anywhere on your body just for the obscene sight, but he especially loves to cum in your mouth when heâs feeling that extra bit dominant. he doesnât care if you spit or swallow, it turns him on either wayâbut, god, heâs proud when you open your mouth to show him itâs all gone.
letâs cut to the chase. dick wants to cum inside you over and over again. he hardly even contemplates doing it anywhere else; that man wants to fill you up and watch you drip. maybe itâs his out-of-control breeding kink, maybe itâs how intimate it feelsâwhatever the case may be, rest assured dick grayson loves a creampie.
D | Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
voyeurism. jason likes to watch. it happened accidentally once when he walked in on you practicing some self-care, and heâs thought about it ever since. he enjoys the performance aspect of it; itâs a power play, watching you get yourself off, knowing heâs right there but refusing to help you.
this ties in with Q, but dick borders on exhibitionism sometimes. fucking you in his car, in the bathroom at a charity event, or in a changing roomâanywhere you might get caught, reallyâgod, it gets him going. itâs the daredevil in him, constantly yearning to test the limits of what he can do.
E | Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
I think jason had very limited to no experience before his death, and most of what knows today he learned by being with you. ever the fast learner, though, he sure as shit knows what heâs doing now. I think heâs very in-tune with your body and his needs, and it shows in the way he fucks you.
we have to face facts here. dick definitely got around before committing to a serious relationship. despite that, I think he knows what heâs doing thanks to his impeccable observational skills; sometimes you think he knows your body better than you do (but donât tell him that; it goes straight to his head).
F | Favorite position (this goes without saying)
jason is a sucker for good old-fashioned doggy style, of course, but fuck, does he adore the prone bone position. trapping you under his body, hitting you deep with each thrust, and he gets to watch your ass jiggle at every movement? it borders on religious ecstasy for him.
dick goes feralâferalâfor the mating press position. itâs erotic, carnal, and raw, and thatâs exactly what he wants when heâs fucking you. heâs also partial to cowgirl, especially when he can tell you want to take control. the view it offers him is enough to have him whining underneath you for more.
G | Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
jason is more on the serious side; sex with him, intense as it may be, is still a big act of vulnerability on his part, so he doesnât treat it lightly. he will, however, crack a warm smile on those occasions when you make love in the small hours of the morning, when he thinks you canât see his face clearly.
dick is a tease, and sex with him is fun. he likes to flirt with you while he bends you into compromising positions, and he gets very cocky when you cum. he canât help but make little quips after the fact, either; âsomething wrong with your leg, baby?â as your limbs twitch and tremble from your orgasm. jerk.
H | Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
in keeping with his rugged exterior, jason is only doing what he needs to in order to keep things manageable and convenient. he is not dedicating hours to manscaping. much to your elation, that means he keeps his happy trail intact.
dick is a little more meticulous in his grooming, being the âpretty boyâ that he is. he prefers keeping himself neatly trimmed, partly to ensure more comfort in his nightwing suitâheâs learned the hard way that the pornstar look is a one-way ticket to chafing when youâre jumping off of buildings.
I | Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
jason really restrains himself from being outwardly intimate. he finds it hard to be that vulnerable, and while he loves the passion between you when you fuck, heâs only really able to tap into the romantic aspect if heâs wholly at ease. thatâs not to say it never happens! it definitely does, just give him time.
he may be cocky and unserious when heâs fucking you, but sex with dick is always very openly intimate. he sees the beauty and romance in what you do together, and itâs truly special to him that he gets to witness you like this. sex is absolutely one of the ways he expresses his love and admiration for you.
J | Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
jason only really masturbates when heâs away from you on a mission, and needs to take the edge off. itâs less interesting without you, so he wants it done quick. he imagines you touching yourself as he does itâlegs wide and eyes hazyâand that gets him to his peak extremely efficiently.
dick likes to edge himself. I said what I said. heâs thinking about how heâd much rather save his load for your pretty cunt, so heâs bucking his hips and screwing his eyes shut as he forces himself to stop right before his climax, reminding himself how good itâll feel when he gets to fill you up.
K | Kink (one or more of their kinks)
overstimulation is jasonâs go-to; he gets off on dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you until youâre hardly able to speak. he also loves forced eye contact, especially when you can barely keep your eyes open. oh, and he has a massive size kink. when youâre as huge as he is, everyone is small by comparison, and he likes how big you make him feel.
say it with me. dick grayson has a breeding kink. the visual aspect of cumming inside you is enough to drive him crazy, but the thought of getting you pregnantâŠnow that makes him rabid. face-sitting is another big one; any variation of pussy-eating drives him wild, but having you sit on his face is his favourite way to do it.
L | Location (favorite places to do the do)
if youâre at home, anywhere is fair game to jason. heâs fucking you in the kitchen, in the bedroom, on the sofa, against the wall, in the officeâanywhere. outside of home, heâs more restrictive, but he has thought about fucking you in the batmobile on the many occasions heâs stolen it.
the bedroom is definitely dickâs favourite place to fuck you; aside from making things feel more romantic, he wants you to be comfortable as heâs bending you into crazy positions. he also loves a shower quickie and car sex, impractical though they may be. donât worry, heâs an acrobat. itâll work.
M | Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
is it crazy to say that jason gets turned on when you argue? because he does. a moderate disagreement where youâre getting huffy with him is a surefire way to get bent over the sofa. oh, and if he feels even a little jealousy creeping over him, youâre in for a ride. also, if you nestle into him during the night, youâll be contending with his hard cock pressed against your lower back until one of you caves.
dick is whipped. whatever youâre doing can get him going. cooking, reading, wearing his clothesâhe loves everything you do. but, heâs particularly turned on whenever you dress up for a special occasion. it can be a little inconvenient when youâre running late for an event and heâs groping you over your gown in the limo, but how can you refuse those blue eyes?
N | No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
jason would be very resistant to anything that puts him in a submissive role (this goes for ak!jason too). this includes both sex acts and the use of props/toys that take control away from him; heâs just not into it. heâd also refuse any kind of roleplay, saying itâs unnecessary. heâs a pragmatic guy.
I think dick would really dislike the idea of hurting you. heâs not opposed to spanking, and heâll even engage in some light breath play (ahem, headlock, anyone?), but he would never take it any further than that. if he bruised you through anything other than hickies, heâd be sick with guilt.
O | Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
it should come as no surprise that jason loves receiving head. there are few sights as enticing as watching you take his cock in your mouth while he instructs you to keep your eyes on him. heâs also very skilled in returning the favour, and his preference is eating you from the back so he can see your pretty ass move each time you squirm.
you know my stance on this. dick is a munch. heâs eating pussy like itâs his last meal before the end of the world, and heâs doing it for him. needless to say, heâs fucking good at it. receiving head is quite literally the last thing on his mind. that being said, when he does remember to let you reciprocate, all he can think about is how pretty you look while doing it.
P | Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
jason can get pretty rough, and he likes to fuck you hard, but he knows how much you can take. sex for him is partially an emotional release. but, heâs good at alternating between destroying you one day and being gentle the next; despite his tough facade, jay enjoys soft, passionate sex as muchâif not moreâthan you do.
dick is kind of a hedonist; once he starts feeling pleasure, he doesnât want it to endâespecially when you start feeling it too. heâs happy to give you fast and rough if itâs what you want, but his preference is sloppy, erotic fucking. the messier you get, the better. although, if heâs got you in a mating press, the roughness seeps back in quickly.
Q | Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
while heâll never say no to a quickie, jason prefers to take his time with you. once he starts, he finds it hard to stop, and he loves to see how much you can take from him before youâre spent. quickies are sporadic with him; he prefers to enjoy your body at his pace.
if he gets the chance to fuck youâhell, even just tease youâdick is going to take it. he loves the thrill and the sense of urgency that comes with quickies. whether itâs a hookup in his car or an impromptu blowjob when heâs supposed to be on patrol, his eyes are lighting up like itâs christmas.
R | Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
jason is not a risk-taker. he needs time to warm to any kind of experimentation, but heâs more likely to try things on you than on himself, like using light restraints on you or dabbling in sensory play. as long as he feels he has some control.
dick is a different story. heâs willing to try most things at least once, and heâs able to laugh it off if something goes south. heâs not opposed to switching (ha) things up and giving you the lead, either; he likes a woman in charge.
S | Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
maybe itâs his extensive training, maybe itâs just who he is; whatever the case may be, jason can go for a long time. but, itâs usually just one round that he draws out so he can really work you to your limit.
dick can handle multiple rounds if you give him time. his recovery consists of burying his face between your legs until heâs ready to go again, which doesnât take very long once you start convulsing against his tongue.
T | Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
jason wouldnât even think to use sex toys unless you brought it up, but heâd be open to using them on you if you asked. heâs quick to see the potential in your little pink vibrator when he holds it against your clit while he fucks you, noticing how much easier it is to overstimulate you this way.
ever the experimentalist, dick isnât opposed to trying out toys in the bedroom. in fact, heâs the one who would show up with fuzzy blue handcuffs (âI got them in my colour!â) to restrain your hands behind your back, so he can devour your cunt without interference from you.
U | Unfair (how much they like to tease)
heâd like to tease you more, but jason doesnât really have the restraint for it. as soon as youâre splayed out in front of him, he wants to take you. when he does tease, though, he likes to touch you everywhere but where you need him most, until youâre begging for him to make you feel good. then, he likes to make you regret itâover and over again.
dick is the worldâs biggest tease, and you can look that up. heâs got you grinding on his lap, making out with you until youâre panting, only to say he needs to do some work as he stands up with a smirk. and when he finally gets you naked, he makes you tell him what you need while his fingers hover over your aching pussy, never reaching you.
V | Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
jason isnât very loud at all, but the sounds he does make range from grunts and groans to the occasional low moan if you tug at the hair on the nape of his neck. heâs a big dirty talker, and he likes to get up in your ear to do it, so he knows youâre listening. he notices the way you shiver at his gravelly voice, and it drives him crazy.
dick is far less concerned about being quiet. heâs moaning, swearing, telling you how pretty you are, even occasionally whining, and heâs not worried about what your neighbours thinkâin fact, heâs making sure youâre just as vocal as he is, insisting you tell him how you feel. heâs also expressive when he cums, especially when he does it inside you.
W | Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I know this is controversial, but jason would never agree to a threesome. this man is possessive. the mere thought of seeing someone else touch you in front of him is enough to make him see red, so noâheâd end up committing murder (not that itâs a far leap for him on a good day).
dick has a thing for watching you work out, especially when youâre doing yoga in the living room in those skin-tight pants. watching the way your limbs elongate and contract as you bend and stretch does things to him, but he never interrupts; the images stay in his mind for those long missions.
X | X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
jason is a behemoth of a man all over. and I do mean all over. heâs packing. an easy 8 inches (slightly more), thick, with a slight upwards curve and a prominent vein from the base to the tipâwhich is a mauvy pink, by the way. youâre still shocked youâre able to take him, and he was too the first time.
âprettiest man alive also has a pretty cockâ would be dickâs headline. just over 6 inches, with enough girth to make you feel full, and a rosy pink tip that matches his lipsâŠyou could honestly just stare at it if heâd let you (and he probably would). he fits you like a glove every single time.
Y | Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
jasonâs sex drive is pretty consistent; itâs always simmering a little ways below the surface. heâs able to compartmentalise it when he has to, but sex doubles as a form of stress-relief for him, so it happensâŠoften.
dick has an incredibly high sex drive. like jason, he can reel it in when needed, but if it were up to him, youâd fuck every single day, twice even. I also truly believe that heâs regularly plagued by morning wood.
Z | Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
heâs going to make sure youâre comfortable and taken care of, but the truth is jason could probably pass out in your arms about 10 minutes after youâre done. take it as a sign of how safe he feels with you as heâs snoring softly into your neck.
heâs definitely tired after sex, but dick is waiting until he notices you dozing off before he closes his eyes. once heâs out, though, good luck waking him up again without an air horn. heâs going to need his full eight hours to recharge.
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đđđ đđđđđ & đđđ đđđđ. (final part to đđđ đđđ & đđđ đđđđđđ.)
in the painful memory of what once was, sylus learns that love can't be bound where it was never meant to stay.
â± pairings. sylus, fem!reader
â± genre. angst, smut, boss/assistant, 18+
â± tags. sylus's pov, reader is not l&ds!mc, sylus might be ooc, main story spoilers, razor's dance spoilers, nightplumes spoilers, lots of timeskip, fast-paced, unrequited love, profanity, petnames (kitten, sweetie), espionage, jealousy, brief smut, mentions of pregnancy/impregnation kink, mentions of accidents, suicide attempt, injuries, blood, usage of guns, usage of knife, killings, death, my own theories incorporated into the lore, sylus groveling bcos yall want him to
â± notes. 9.5k wc. l&ds!mc is referred to here as 'diana'. THIS IS A REPOST of the original post i accidentally deleted. i already posted this several hours ago, so if youâre seeing this new one again, blame my dumbass đ€§ oh well life is life.
Sylus had a part of him that wished things could be different.Â
Ever since he turned away and left you that night at the alleyway, he didnât really realize the chain of events his decision would set into motion. He simply underestimated how strongly your threats were backed by the grudge you had on him for bringing the hunter girl from Linkon into his base.
After all, you were just an assistant of his. And her, she was everything to him. It wasnât just about the Aether Core, tooâtheir bond stretched back into his distant past, into another planet where two of them ruled before the inhabitants of Philos came to ruin everything. Him and Diana had a connection he couldnât sever no matter how much you had come to mean to him. And he spent years, centuries even, just to search for her.Â
So, how could a mere assistant he had known for less than a decade have such entitlement to her role in his life?Â
Eventually, days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. With your prolonged absence from the Onychinus base, Sylusâs business transactions and illicit deals had become increasingly unruly. He had grown too dependent on you as his right-hand woman, relying on your meticulous management to ensure all his illegal activities ran smoothly. Yet now, without your oversight, things were falling apart.
And while he was contemplating how to fill the void your absence had created, the office door slammed open. A subordinate soon rushed in, breathless and wide-eyed. âBoss, sheâs betrayed us!â Luke exclaimed. âSheâs gone to the Hunterâs Association. We got word that she was a high-ranking intelligence agent there!â
âA.K.A a spy!â yelled the other twin, Kieran, who looked equally hurt at your betrayal. âShe fooled all of us. And here, we treated her like family.âÂ
That was how Sylus learned that you had left the N109 Zone, seeking refuge in Linkon City, and had exposed critical intel on Onychinus. At the time, rage naturally exploded within him. Didnât he take good care of you while you were here? He had given you everything, trusted you, and you had thrown it all away. Four years of falling into his trap. Four years of being his partner in crime, his right-hand woman, his lover. People even saw you as the modern day Bonnie & Clyde. Sylus couldnât understand the root of your betrayal, couldnât imagine how letting you slip away from his grasp would cost him so much in return.
When you vowed to do everything in your power to kill Diana, was this just a part of your grand scheme? What other machinations were you orchestrating in your pursuit of revenge?
âSheâs a wild animal on loose.â Sylus looked up at the twins, maintaining a calm yet ruthless mien as he sat on the couch. He might be idly tossing a coin like he didnât care, but inside his brain was chaos ensuing. âWhereâs she now? Any news?â
It was Luke who shrugged in response. âShe hasnât been seen anywhere, boss-man.â
âWe suspect the Association is hiding her,â Kieran added.Â
The hunter girl, Dianaâthe very girl you were jealous of, was sitting next to Sylus throughout the conversation. Their hands were connected by a strong energy linkage that was seemingly ignited by the Aether Cores in their bodies. They couldnât separate themselves even if they wanted to. And God forbid you would have lost your mind tenfold had you seen their situation right now.Â
âThat g-girl,â gasped the hunter girl, eyes wide in bewilderment at what she was hearing. âSylus, your assistant. She did all that? She was a spy from the Hunterâs Association?âÂ
Luke tilted her head at the girl, his beaked mask mocking her. âOh, miss hunter! Havenât you heard about the HIS? You should know them better than us.âÂ
âWell.. what is the HIS?âÂ
âHunter Intelligence Services.â Sylus was the one who answered, releasing a deep sigh while rubbing his temples. âTheyâre top secret. Regular hunters wouldnât have known about them, because they only deal with people like me.âÂ
Diana looked between him and the twins, rubbing her wrist before moving closer to the boss of Onychinus. Her close proximity allowed him to smell her familiar sweet scent. âIs she⊠after me? But I donât understand. If sheâs part of the Hunterâs Association too, then shouldnât we be colleagues?â
Kieran cleared his throat. âEver since you cameââ
âPlace a bounty on her head,â Sylus interrupted the twins, and also ignored the question of the girl next to him. She didnât need to learn the history behind you and him, or why you chose to target her. âMake sure to bring Y/N back to me. Alive.âÂ
âRoger that, boss!âÂ
It was his last desperate attempt to draw you back to him. Now that you had the Hunterâs Association protecting you, Sylus knew that locating you wouldnât be as simple. Otherwise, he would have easily captured Diana long ago. He convinced himself that the bounty was to punish you, but deep down, he knew it was because he couldnât bear to lose you to his enemies completely.
~~
It took you a year to return to the N109 Zone.
Did you forget he had eyes and ears everywhere? He was the boss of that infamous No-Hunt Zone. Even if you leaked intel about his residences and the Onychinus base to the Hunterâs Association, Sylus still had a few tricks up his sleeve. He had hideouts in places that even you werenât aware of, and the residents of the N109 Zone were loyal to him. Too loyal that they wouldnât give any information to anyone no matter the consequences.Â
And how foolish were you to forget about Mephistoâs existence?
âCaw! Caw!â
The mechanical crowâs eyes glowed with the same red hue as Sylusâs as it landed on his arm, projecting visions of you entering the underground fight club disguised in an Onychinus uniform. It was almost farcical that you thought you could infiltrate a place Sylus frequented unnoticed.
But then, the vision shifted to you speeding on a motorcycle with a truck in hot pursuit. Sylus quickly recognized the truckâs decalsâit was the hitman he often employed for dealing with his enemies, now terrorizing you in a high-speed chase. Without hesitation, Sylus grabbed his leather jacket and mounted his own bike, racing to your location in sixth gear.
He arrived just a minute too late. And what was meant to be a dramatic reunion turned into a scene of you lying unconscious and injured on the road, while the hitman grinned nearby with an expression of triumph. If it hadnât been for your helmet, Sylus would have been met with the gruesome sight of your shattered skull.
âMr. Sylus!â the hitman exclaimed, jumping out of his truck with arms outstretched in petty victory. âCan I get the $500,000,000 in cash?â
As Sylusâs gaze fell on your unconscious, injured body sprawled on the ground, a surge of anguish overwhelmed him in ways he couldnât understand. But it was quickly replaced by seething rageârage that made him summon his black-red mist, enveloping the hitman in its dark tendrils.
âI said not to harm her,â Sylus growled, his red eye glowing ominously against the desolate highway backdrop. âYou failed your task.â
âP-Please, Mr. Sylus! I thought youââ
Without another word, Sylus scooped you up in his arms while his mist dealt with the hitman behind him. The hitmanâs desperate cries were soon drowned out by the expanding tendrils, which tightened around him until he was engulfed. Then, in a violent burst, the mist exploded, reducing the hitman and everything around him to dust.
Sylus brought you to his underground hideout immediately after. And an unfamiliarâor perhaps strangeâpang tugged at his heart as he gently laid you in bed, his gaze lingering on the road rash you obtained from the crash. The injuries were severe, with patches of skin nearly stripped away in the most brutal fashion he could think of. He could only imagine the burning pain you had to endure as soon as you skidded along the gravel, and Sylus felt his own frustrations knocking at the door knowing that he didnât have the power to extend his fast-healing abilities to you.
âTch. My kittenâs reckless as always, riding without the proper gear,â Sylus grumbled, looking at your unconscious body. âYouâve never been one to follow the rules, have you?â
To make up for his inability to save you on time, he applied a potent medicinal ointment all over your body and placed you in an anesthetized state while you healed. His mist enveloped you like a protective shroud the entire time you laid in bed unconscious. Every single day, Sylus tended to your wounds, changing your clothes and bandages, and applying the ointments over your bare body. He even took special care to ensure the twins did not enter your room without his permission.Â
Despite the care he showed, a persistent question echoed in his mind: Why am I doing this for you? You were his enemy, a traitor, and a woman who had betrayed him. It didnât make sense.Â
That afternoon, feeling suffocated from this internal conflict, Sylus decided to leave you in the care of Luke and Kieran while he went to Linkon. He knew he needed space to grapple with the feelings that were driving him to care for you in the first place.
He needed to see the real woman he should be caring for.Â
Because you had not only exposed intel on Sylus and Onychinus to the Hunterâs Association, you also asked for them to isolate Diana so she would have no way to see or contact him. Who knew that mere feelings of jealousy would spark you to do such trivial things?Â
Frankly, you were insane. You were dark and twisted like him.Â
But in a way, it only underscored how similarly deranged the two of you were. Perhaps, in your madness, there was a strange compatibilityâone that Sylus found unsettlingly fitting. The suggestion of you two being more a suitable pair than he and Diana gave him an unease that he couldnât simply shake away.Â
It should be her. Her. Just her and her alone. He dedicated his whole life into finding her, yet you came into his life to ruin the foundations he had built to meet the person he was supposedly destined for. He had repeated it over and over in his mind like a broken recordâthe voices in his head telling him to let you go, to hurt you, to make you suffer.Â
However, as he stood across the pedestrian crossing, watching Diana from afar, a realization hit him like a cold gust of wind. There she was, oblivious to his presence on the other side, but the spark that once ignited in his heart whenever he saw her was gone. Now, his pulse remained steady and his heart stayed still.
With a wary glance around, mindful of any watchful eyes, he decided to pick up his phone and ring hers. It was a good thing he was able to seamlessly blend into the crowd, with his practiced nonchalance making him invisible among the throng of people. After all, he was Sylus Qin, the mastermind of Onychinusâdisguise was second nature to him.
âSylus?â Her voice came through the line, tentative and filled with a mix of emotions as she scanned the faces on the other side of the crossing.
âAccording to the conditions set by the Hunterâs Association, we shouldnât be meeting again.â His voice was steady, almost detached, as he kept the phone pressed to his ear. âOr if not, you will be marked as a Tenebra.âÂ
Her eyes eventually found him amidst the walking crowd, keeping an expression on her face that showed both longing and forlornness. âNot the first time someone has been marked a Tenebra because of you,â she managed to slip in a snarky remark in her worried expression. âAre you hurt? Did they hurt you?âÂ
âAre you worried about me?â he nonchalantly asked, watching as she stepped off the curb when the light turned green. Each step was a step closer to him, but nothing changed the pace of his own heartbeat like it should have. Nothing stirred within him as it once did.
âYou have the audacity to use a phone when youâre right in front of me,â she snapped, frustration flaring as she yanked the phone from his grasp. Without hesitation, she grabbed his arm, dragging him along with her to escape the dangers of being seen in public. They ended up in an alleyway, a place hidden from prying eyes, an irony that made Sylus chuckle under his breath. The alleyway. Why has that become such a memorable place to him? âSylus, whatâs so funny? I was so scared something happened to you! You couldnât even call me back or text me the past few days?â
He remained expressionless as he observed her outburst. Strange. In her frantic worry, she reminded him of you, and it was a discomfiting parallel that sent chills down his spine. âI said Iâd need to disappear from your life completely, so I have to tie up loose ends,â he began, each word seemingly a dagger to her heart. âWe havenât been able to resonate either way, sweetie. Thereâs no reason for us to keep meeting.âÂ
âNo!â she adamantly denied the thought, pulling him into an embrace. âNo, youâre not allowed to disappear just like that! We need to find a way to getââ
âItâs a dangerous gamble to be caught in my world,â he said in a low voice.Â
But she was stubborn. âIâm already caught in it! So, please, Sylus, take me with you. Take me to the N109 Zone or wherever youâre hiding. I want to be where you are.â And in spite, she uttered words that made Sylus think twice about his perception of you. âItâs her fault that this is all happening. Sheâs a traitor to you and to the Association. Her loyalty isnât with anyone but herself, Sylus. Sheâs the one who needs to disappear!â
~~
Back at his hideout, Sylus was careful to ensure that Diana remained oblivious to your presence in another room. He was already grappling with how to manage the situationâtorn between the woman he loved and the woman he had wronged who, ironically, were both now under the same roof. The thought of you two crossing paths was a nightmare he didnât want to deal with, so he gave strict orders to the twins, notorious for their loose lips and loud mouths, to keep Diana far from you.
Because when Sylus returned to your room, he knew you were awake. The dark classical music playing from the vinyl record had likely stirred you from unconsciousness. It had been nearly a week since the crash, but thanks to his meticulous care, your wounds had mostly healed, leaving only faint scars behind.
âYou canât hide from me forever.â Sylus hovered over you to whisper into your ear, summoning his protective black-red mist to slowly release you. âWake up, kitten. We have unfinished business.âÂ
When you finally opened your eyes after what felt like an eternity, Sylus told himself it was natural to feel relieved, that it was only right for his heart to soften at the sight of you returning to consciousness. But as you awoke, the voices in his headâthe damned, relentless voicesâgrew louder, mocking him, provoking him, and luring him into darker thoughts. His right eye began to glow like a flickering candle, and when he saw the fear on your face, the words that followed werenât his own. They were driven by the unforgiving side of him he couldnât control, a side that thrived on your terror. The beast that couldnât be tamed.Â
Sheâs a traitor.
Punish her.Â
Hurt her.Â
Devour her.Â
While in a heated, dramatic exchange with you, Sylus was spewing words he didnât mean. He was doing actions without regard. He was mocking your pain. Your jealousy. Your heartbreak. The drive to hurt you was strong in his head, but he fought desperately against it. The demon inside him that tried to consume his every thought. He tried to battle his own self just to protect you.Â
âI betrayed you because of her!âÂ
His laughter died down, but the amusement in his eyes only deepened, replaced by the wicked smile on his face that enjoyed seeing you suffer. âItâs always been about her, hasnât it? You see me with her, and you canât stand it. It eats at you, makes you act out.â
You tried to move away, but Sylus pressed his foot firmly on your wrist. She betrayed you, Sylus. Punish her.Â
âIâve seen your struggle,â he continued, his voice soft but laced with corrupt satisfaction. âThe way you watched me with her, the way it gnaws at you. Itâs almost poetic, really.â
It wasnât until you reached for the gun on his nightstand, pointing it at yourself, that Sylus snapped out of his dark trance. The horror in his eyes was a stark contrast to the sorrowful shine in yours as you stood there, sobbing in front of him. Each word you spoke was tailed with the pain of a heart shattered by everything he had done and said.Â
â...All I wanted was your love,â you choked out with tears cascading down your face, âI j-just wanted you to love me. I turned my back on the H.A. for you. I left all my friends and family for you.â Your breathing was still for a moment, but your heart had already been blown into smithereens. âAll I had was you. I loved you. I devoted all my body and soul into loving you, Sylus. Why c-canât I have even a little bit in return?â
Even as his gaze softened and a flicker of regret passed across his face, you had already made your decision when your finger tightened on the trigger. The recoil jolted your wrist, but before the bullet could find its mark, Sylusâs hand shot out and expertly deflected your aim. Instead of ending your life, the bullet shattered a window, ricocheting off the glass and disappearing into the night.
âAre you out of your mind?!â Sylus roared, his voice a thunderous mix of fury and disbelief.
You were barely responding to him as he cupped your cheeks and forced your lachrymose eyes to lock into his crimson ones. It was as though you had already resigned yourself to reality, that ending your own life would have been a better option than being with the man you hopelessly loved.Â
âY/N,â Sylus tried to shake you awake, desperate for you to look into his eyes. âY/N! Enough. Letâs end this game.âÂ
â...I was never playing one with you.â
Sylus was overwhelmed by a profound, indescribable pain that pierced his chest. It was a pain that mirrored yours but was infinitely more intense. âI warned you many times before to never fall in love with me,â he said in a low, softened voice, âItâs for the best, and itâs what will keep you safe. Why donât you listen?â He longed to pull you into his arms, but the crushing reality was that he only now realized how deeply he cared for you. It was devastating that his awakening had come at the cost of your near-suicide, forced by a love he was unable to return.
Was it truly too late for him to come to terms with his feelings for you? Was it too late to accept that he had fallen in love with you rather than the woman he believed he was meant to be with?
His answer came in the form of a gut-wrenching realization. It manifested in the frantic voice of Dianaâthe woman he believed he loved, piercing through the haze of his thoughts by yelling, âSylus, step back!â
âNo!â he shouted, his black-red mist swirling to intercept the bullet.
But his efforts came too late. The bullet had already been set in motion, and it tore through the side of your head.Â
It penetrated your skull with a cruel precision, not just once but twice. And the warmth of your blood seeped through his fingers as he caught your head before you fell onto the floor.Â
Sylusâs mind raced with the enormity of what had just happened. His face grew ashen as he looked at your bloodied head and lifeless eyes, a wave of acid welling up his chest until he couldnât breath. But the reason for his suffocation was because of his own guilt and grief. It was at the force of a sledgehammer when he was hit with the admission that he had always been in love with you. All along, despite your tangled mess, it was you who had captured his heart in this world.
His chest tightened, his breaths coming in ragged, broken bursts, while he held you close in his arms. And your last three words, your very last words of âI⊠love⊠youâŠâ as you stared despairingly at him was icing on this bitter cake.Â
No⊠no!Â
He couldnât fucking accept it. He was losing his mind, he was going insane. He was plunging into madness. Utter hysteria. âY/N, please,â he begged, his voice breaking as your eyes, once full of life and light, were now glazed over with the sheen of death. âDonât leave. No, I canât let this happen!â For the first time in a long time, he once again felt hot tears leaving his eyes. It was an emotion so rare it only ever showed toward the people he deeply cared about. âI love you too,â he struggled to say. âIâm so sorry. I didnât mean what I said back there.â
Sylus held you close, disregarding the blood staining his clothes while he was consumed by agony and regret. He had driven you to this, pushed you away, and then drawn you back into his orbit only to lose you forever.Â
Though he may have conquered your heart, in doing so, he had only destroyed the both of you. The memory of your love and the warmth of your touch would haunt him for the rest of his days. And as he held your lifeless body, he knew that he would never be whole again.
But it shouldnât be too late. No, it shouldnât! He didnât know if it was the hysteria or adrenaline kicking into him, but he had thought of an ideaâno matter how immoralâthat would return you back to him. He just couldnât weigh which strong emotion he had to deal with first; should he grab the gun and shoot Diana out of anger? Or should he ignore her presence entirely and just focus on you?
Sylus chose to proceed with the latter as he carried you through the corridors of the base, his steps heavy with guilt and his shirt drenched in blood as you remained unconscious in his arms. The hunter girl had followed him in his spiritless steps, her eyes wide with confusion over his anguish.
âSylus, why are you doing this?!â she demanded, grabbing his arm to halt his progress. âShe wouldâve killed you. That girlâs a traitor!â
Although he stopped in his tracks, he couldnât really return her gaze. His eyes could only look at your lifeless ones. âThat girl you shot in the head,â he spoke low and in despair, âis my woman.âÂ
Diana was horrified. âBut⊠but you never saidââ Before she could finish, the twins intervened, holding her back from pursuing Sylus further. âWhat about me?â
He had already turned away. âIâll fulfill my promise to protect you from afar, but this is where our paths part. Do not come near me again.â
~~
Sylus stood over your unconscious body, his eyes bloodshot and tears-streaked, while his heart pounded with a mix of grief and desperation. He had summoned Philip and the finest surgeons he knew to his hideout, where you lay in a medical bed, exposed and vulnerable, as if you were a subject in a desperate experiment.
Philip arrived with a grim expression, his eyes scanning the scene with both skepticism and professional detachment. Sylus could barely contain his desperation as he demanded, âDo everything you can to save her. Even if it means infusing a high-grade protocore in her brain.â After all, he had plenty of that. Sylus had all the resources, protocores of the highest grade, each with their own purpose and capabilities.
Yet Philip hesitated, his face contorting with concern. âMr. Sylus, you know I canât do this. Sheâs gone. The best thing to do is acceptââ
That was when Sylusâs composure cracked. He kicked the nearby chair out of rage, tears streaming down his face as he begged, âYouâve done it before. Do it again! Please, I need her to live!â
The sight of Sylus, usually so imposing and dominant, breaking down in front of him was shocking. Philip felt a pang of sympathy toward the Onychinus boss who was willing to do everything for a woman who was already dead. His hands trembled as he spoke, âI-I can try. But Iâm warning you, Mr. Sylus⊠even if she survives this, thereâs zero chance her memories will be the same. They may even become altered, and it will be out of our control.â
Sylusâs gaze never left you. âI donât mind. Just do it.â
~~
Weeks later, Sylus found himself in a secluded alleyway, meeting with a deepspace hunter who was also an enemy of his from another planet. Of course, the atmosphere was tense as both men stood in front of each other, eye-to-eye, carrying a defensive stance from one another.Â
They were never friends. But that day, they werenât enemies either.Â
âHowâs she?â Xavier broke the silence first.Â
Sylus answered with a low voice. âShe hasnât woken up, but sheâs stable.â
âWhyâd you ask to meet?â
âI want you to look after her,â the Onychinus leader began, his voice steady but carrying an undertone of desperation, âSpeak to the Association about taking Y/N back and forgiving her for her betrayal. In return, Iâll step away from Dianaâs life. Sheâs all yours. I just want Y/N to return to her normal life.â
Xavierâs expression was serious. âYouâre forgetting you still have a bounty on your head.â
âAnd youâre forgetting you and your backtrackers destroyed the planet where I was living,â he replied in equal disdain, but only enough to trap Xavier into a wall of guilt and obligation.
âIâll see what I can do,â said Lumiereâor, in his current form, the deepspace hunter, Xavier. âThe HIS will be easy to convince. But what if she wakes up and wants to go back to the N109 Zone?â
Sylus felt a tug of deep sadness pulling at his heart. âShe wonât. Her memories of me are gone for good.âÂ
~~
If this was his karma for hurting you, then it was definitely the worst kind.Â
Sylus maintained a distant watch over you after you returned to Linkon, observing from afar as you rejoined your life with the support of the Hunterâs Association and former colleagues. Each day, he sent Mephisto to monitor your whereabouts, carefully tracking your interactions and daily activities. The mechanical crow often returned with glimpses of your life, which Sylus scrutinized with intense focus as if he were watching a movie. Each glimpse offered him a sense of relief, happiness even, at knowing how easy you were settling back into your old life.Â
You had been officially dismissed from the Hunterâs Association due to a medical condition that rendered you unfit for duty, but they continued to cover your pension and provided free lodgingâlikely thanks to Xavierâs persuasive influence over the Association. The official story was that you had been sent on a dangerous mission where a Wanderer had placed you in a life-threatening predicament. The narrative praised your honor and dedication to the end. There was no mention of Sylus, Onychinus, or the N109 Zone. No hint of the life you had once led or the truth behind your memory erasure.Â
Yet, in a bitter twist of irony, perhaps the story you were told may not actually be farther from the truth.
After all, Sylus was the dangerous monster that sent you to that life-and-death situation.
But at least now, you were well cared for. So much so that Sylus fought to contain his jealousy whenever Mephistoâs eyes relayed visions of you sharing lunch with a physician named Dr. Zayne. He struggled to mask his irritation as he saw the man drape an arm around your shoulders while guiding you out of the hospital or wrapping a scarf around your neck to keep you warm. He would often even drive you home and send you gifts that were masked as tokens of ârecovery.â
Bullshit.
Sylus clenched his fist, his thoughts of jealousy consuming him. My girl, he thought in despair, my beautiful girl is cherished by other men, while he remained imprisoned in the desolate shadows of the N109 Zone, longing for you.
Eventually, Sylus felt an overwhelming urge to see you in person. After discovering that you had taken a job at a cafĂ© in Bloomshore District, he convinced himself that observing you from a distance wouldnât cause harm. He just wanted to be near you, to ensure your safety, and to protect you from any potential threats.
As he sat on a nearby bench, Luke joined him with a comment. âBoss, you said we needed to disappear from her life.â
Kieran, taking a seat on Sylusâs other side, added, âDo you think sheâd recognize us if we walked into that cafĂ©? If she doesnât, Iâll give her a hard time with my orders âtil she remembers us!â
âHa ha! Letâs do that!âÂ
âBoss, letâs go!âÂ
âLeave her be.â Sylus took a deep breath, adjusting his sunglasses and setting aside his newspaperâpart of his disguiseâas he watched you through the cafĂ© window. He noticed the subtle traces of familiarity in your actions, but the connections that once bound you were now distant memories. â...Iâm just here to make sure no oneâs bothering her.â
The truth was, he wrestled with his emotions each time he visited the cafĂ© you were working at. He wanted to approach you, to speak to you, but he hesitated each time because of the fear of rejection and the pain of seeing you not remember him holding him back. There were so many what-ifs in his head that it drove him insane to think about.Â
Because if anything, what if you were already seeing someone else? What if you were already in a relationship with that scumbag doctor from the Akso Hospital?Â
It was petty jealousy that drove Sylus into stepping into the cafĂ©. And the first time your eyes met since you resurrected, his heart initially froze, then raced uncontrollably. His heart swelled with hope as you looked up at him, but it was quickly replaced by the lack of recognition in your eyes the moment you spoke from the counter.Â
âHi. What can I get you?â you asked, treating him no differently than any other customer.Â
Sylus was caught off-guard, but he knew he had to play the part. âI, uh, Iâll get an Americano. Large.âÂ
âAlright, sir. And your name, please?â you asked, following your routine without any real interest in the man before you.Â
But in a way, this was a relief for Sylus. It confirmed that the protocore embedded in your head was functioning as intended, and that any dark memories from the past had been completely erased, even if it meant he was no longer part of your life.Â
âSkye,â he said with a soft smile. âThatâs my name.â
~~
There wasnât a single day Sylus missed visiting the cafĂ©.Â
At first, he worried that his constant presence might seem odd, or that you might think of him as a stalker. But as the days passed, seeing you became an essential part of his routine. A day without catching a glimpse of you felt incomplete, almost maddening. Seeing you was like a drug he couldnât get enough of.
Initially, you found his regular visits a bit strange, but gradually, the small interactions between you two evolved. Sylus began to appear at the cafĂ© just when you needed him mostâwhether it was fixing a broken coffee machine, addressing rude customers, or simply offering a helping hand. These acts of kindness somehow transformed your view of him. What started as a customer-service relationship slowly became more personable, and in recent days, you often greeted him warmly and smiled whenever he walked in. If only you knew how badly it warmed his heart that he got to do things for you without making him feel like he was intruding in your life.
And to be honest, Sylus even felt like he might beâas Luke termed itâfoolishly âcrushingâ on you.Â
âWho knew our boss-man could be a hopeless romantic~?â
There was a time when he visited the cafĂ©, only to find out from your manager that you called in sick from work. Sylus knew where you lived, but going to your place uninvited was a different story. He had to put some boundaries no matter how worried he was for you. But that was when Mephisto became useful; the mechanical crow would simply fly off to your place and observe you from outside. Then, an idea to drop a box of medicines and chocolates at your balcony was something he had thought of at the last minute.Â
Back in the N109 Zone, Sylus anxiously looked at his crow. âAre you sure she didnât see you?âÂ
âCaw! Caw!âÂ
âDid she eat the chocolates?â he asked, exhaling a deep breath he didnât think he was holding.
âCaw! Caw! Caaaw!â Mephisto responded, fluttering its wings as if to reassure him.
~~
And then, that day happened.Â
The day Sylus finally gathered the courage to ask you out, fate had other plans. And what began as a simple gesture to offer you a ride home during a stormy night quickly escalated into something far more intense.
Because one moment, he was offering you a ride. The next, he found himself in your bed, having the most passionate sex he had ever had with someone. He wasnât even sure if he could call it that, because it felt more like he was making love to you, even if to you, he was probably just an attractive guy you unexpectedly hooked up with.Â
So, he had to make himself known. He had to hear his real name leaving your lips. âSylus,â he breathed into your ear, hands tracing your curves, âCall me Sylus, kitten.âÂ
That night, he was an insatiable man who could only be satisfied by his woman.Â
When he was buried far too deep inside you, he enjoyed the sight of ecstasy on your face and lavished at the sounds of your titillating moans with his every thrust. Not only did he miss the feeling of your walls tightening around his shaft, he also remembered how badly you used to want him to cum inside you.Â
And so, he did just that. At his climax, he released hot spurts of seed into your womb, fulfilling a wish from the past that he used to deprive you of.Â
But as the night progressed and the heat of the moment faded, the conversation shifted to a more profound and emotional terrain. Sylus wrestled with the urge to reveal the truth about his true identityâevery painful detail and the secrets he kept from you. Yet, he knew that doing so would only complicate matters further and risk causing you more pain. The idea of hurting you again, after such a meaningful connection, was unbearable to him, especially now that you were still fragile as glass, ready to shatter at any moment.Â
âWhy do I get the feeling that I was the one who experienced a one-sided love before?âÂ
âNo, you were loved. You were very loved. There was no one else,â he pressed, forcing you to believe the narrative with his rueful eyes staring back at you. âI was the one who wasnât worthy of you⊠But Iâd like to try and win your heart again this time. If you allow it.âÂ
âSylus⊠I donât know what to say. Iâm sorry for not recognizing you before. I just⊠I lost a chunk of my memories, and I donât know if itâs been altered or what, butâŠâ He caressed your back as you took a deep breath. âIâll try to remember, okay?â
âPlease donât.â He shook his head, crestfallen as he thought of the past that was rightfully erased. âAnd thereâs no need for apologies, sweetie. There wasnât anything you did wrong.âÂ
~~
Your relationship with Sylus remained unclear since that night. And it seemed as though the roles had reversedânow he was the one left wondering where he stood in your life. Because on the surface, it did seem like you were willing to work on building a relationship with him again, but every encounter you two had were always physical rather than emotional.Â
Sylus found himself at your apartment frequently, three or more times a week, engaging in intense, passionate encounters. He had lost track of how many times you two could do it in a single night, exploring every possible position, in every corner of your home. He had tried his hardest to make you feel like he was the only man who was more familiar with every inch of your body than anyone else. Yet, despite the physical closeness, he sensed that the emotional barriers between you remained intact.
No matter how deeply intertwined your bodies became, the walls around your heart remained firmly in place, and Sylus knew that there was a part of you he still couldnât reach.
That, and the fact that he was still seeing you interact a little too closely with that doctor from Akso.Â
It somehow didnât surprise you when Sylusâs car showed up outside the hospital to pick you up, and you got on with a guarded look.Â
âHowâs it for my kitten today?â Sylus asked as he secured your seatbelt, his lips brushing against yours in a quick peck. âYou didnât mention youâd be at the hospital.â
You shifted uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze. âOh, I just... didnât think I needed to inform you of my whereabouts.â
Dammit. He knew you werenât officially together, but it hurt more than he cared to admit. And it didnât help that Sylusâs pride couldnât naturally take it, so he probed more. âThat doctor. Heâs not your neurologist, is he? It seems a little inappropriate for him to always be around you like that.â
âWell, Iâve known Zayne for a long time,â you merely replied, eyes focused on the view outside rather than the driver of the car. âIâd also appreciate it if you'd be less territorial over me, Sylus. I know you said we have a history together, but I donât remember a thing, so⊠I hope you wonât rush me.âÂ
The Sylus you knew back then would have been enraged. Who were you to order him around? Who were you to tell him what he should and shouldnât do over someone he rightfully owned? But he was a changed man now, and it was all because of you. You were the beauty that tamed him into a powerless beast.
âI understand,â Sylus replied, swallowing his pride as his hands tightened around the steering wheel, focusing on the road ahead. âI apologize.â
He heard you sigh beside him, and a part of him wondered if it was out of sympathy. But before he could dwell on it, you spoke up, your tone more serious. âI was at the hospital today because I had a pregnancy scare.â
Sylus hit the brakes at the red light a bit too abruptly, his heart racing in excitement. âAre you?â
âNo, thank God,â you breathed out in relief. âBut... can you please stop doing it inside? I really donât like it. Itâs not smart for me to get pregnant by a man I barely know.â
His chest tightened in a way he couldnât describe. The old you nearly begged him for a baby so he could be yours forever, but he was aware that this version of you right now was not the same. It never would be, and that was the price he had to pay for love.Â
âI wonât do it again.â Once again, swallowing his pride. âIâm sorry.âÂ
You still invited him to sleep at your apartment that night, and your reason being to work on the memories of him you had lost. Time and time again did Sylus tell you it was better you didnât remember them, but he could also understand your dilemma when you told him that you always felt like a piece of you was missing ever since that âaccidentâ.Â
âAnd this ugly scar on my temple,â you pointed it out, settling into your side of the bed. âWhat kind of Wanderer did I fight for me to get a traumatic brain injury?â
Sylus placed a tender kiss on your scar. âPerhaps it was a heartless monster more terrifying than a Wanderer.âÂ
Like me.Â
âOh, well.â You pulled the sheets over your body, suggesting you two would have no action tonight. âGood night, Sylus.âÂ
â...Sleep tight, kitten.âÂ
You didnât need to worry, though, because he wouldnât have touched you even if you had explicitly asked him to. After hearing your words that afternoonâabout not wanting to get pregnant by him and asking him to stop being so territorialâSylus felt the need to pull back and be more cautious in his actions toward you. Your words had cut deep, but he understood you were only protecting yourself from a man who was, essentially, still a stranger to you.
And despite the sting, he had promised himself that he would be patient for the only woman he cared about.
~~
However, that same night was a different story.Â
No, it was actually way past midnight when Sylus woke up from an agonizing scream that pierced the silence of the night, chilling him to the bone. Instinctively, his hand reached out to the side of the bed where you should have been, but the sheets were cold and empty. And then panic gripped him, forcing him to leap out of bed, his mind racing with a single horrifying thought: the protocore.
He darted outside of your bedroom and deeper into your apartment space, his eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. The image of you, eyes wild and frenzied, ravaged by the effects of the protocore, haunted him.
What if itâs happening now? What if I lose her for good?
The horrifying thought of the protocore making you berserk like a wild Wanderer was always there.
His heart nearly stopped when he saw you on the kitchen floor, curled up, your body wracked with sobs. Relief washed over him to have found you, but it was fleeting, replaced by a deeper, more insidious fear. He tried to approach you cautiously, his voice soft as he placed his hands on your shoulders, âSweetie, are you okay?â
You flinched at his touch, and when you turned to face him, the sight made his blood run cold. Your eyes, usually so warm, were now wide and filled with tearsâtears of terror, of anger. And in your trembling hand, you held a knife, its blade gleaming in the low light as you pointed it directly at his throat.
âDonât come any closer!â you cried, your voice breaking at every word. Sylus froze, his breath catching in his throat as your sudden hostility surprised him. The knifeâs tip hovered dangerously close to his skin, but it wasnât the threat of violence that shook himâit was the raw, unfiltered pain in your eyes.
âKitten, letâs talk about it calmly.â His voice was laced with cautiousness.Â
âStop calling me that!â You swallowed hard, your grip on the knife tightening. âYou! I had a nightmare... about you. But it felt real, like a memory. You were torturing me at your base, laughing... and then, you shot me in the head.â
Sylusâs heart dropped into his stomach at hearing your altered memory. He felt his soul tear apart at the edges as he stared into your tear-streaked face. âIt was just a dream. It wasnât real, kitten.â
But you werenât listening. âBut is it also not real? That youâŠâ You uttered each word with a threatening voice, âare the boss of Onychinus?â
The question hit him like a physical blow. He opened his mouth to answer, but the words were stuck in his throat and refused to form. He was trapped. The situation felt like a dead endâhe could deny that your dream was a real memory, but admitting he was the leader of Onychinus would only validate that lie.
His silence alone was an answer to you. And your expression crumbled into one of betrayal at that. âYou lied to me! Youâve been lying to me this whole time. How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?â
The anger in your voice enforced the stillness of Sylusâs breath. He knew he had no saving grace from this situation, but still, he took a step closer, his hands raised in a placating gesture. âY/N, I never wanted to hurt youââ
âGet out!â you screamed, the knife shaking in your hand. The sight of you so broken, so shattered, tore him apart. âGet the hell out of my sight! I donât wanna see you ever again, you monster!â
But Sylus couldnât leaveânot like this, not when you were hurting because of him. So in his desperation, he lunged forward, grabbed your wrist, and forced the knife into his own chest. The sharp pain radiated through him as he plunged the blade in and stabbed himself repeatedly, his face twisted in agony, but not from the physical pain. This was nothing compared to the torment of knowing he was the source of your suffering. Again.Â
âEven if I canât die,â he choked out, his voice ragged as he tried to absorb the stinging ache in his chest, âIâll take all of this pain away from you.â
His own blood soaked his fingers, staining your hands as he released his grip on the knife. It fell on the floor as he stepped back, his heart aching more than his wounds ever could, but those wounds easily healed. The pain of losing you again, on the other hand, would never heal.
He looked at you one last time, seeing his monstrous reflection from your frightened eyes, before turning away. Sylus walked out of the apartment with heavy steps, feeling his soul crushed from your antagonism. He knew he had lost youâperhaps foreverâand the realization was more than he could bear.
~~
A haze of cigarette smoke and the clink of glasses filled the air of the bar. Sylus sat alone at the counter, his new glass of whiskey untouched as he stared blankly into the amber liquid. The sting of alcohol was nothing compared to the numbness that had settled in his heart after that agonizing night with you. Every swallow of the hard liquor was a desperate attempt to drown out the torment of recent events, but the pain lingered, and it was damn persistent and unforgiving.
As he poured himself another drink, the muffled sounds of conversation around him blended into a dull roar. That was until a familiar voice cut through the hazeâsomeone he wished he hadnât come across.
âSylus?âÂ
He looked up, squinting against the dim light, to see Diana standing before him. He hadnât seen him for the past year or so. And surely, her presence was unexpected, but he felt a sudden tinge of irritation at the sight of her. While her, she looked both apprehensive and determined, as if she had just made a hard decision to confront him.Â
âH-How have you been?â she asked the question as a conversation starter, but Sylus could see the faint hint of unease in her eyes.
He then straightened up, and his posture became stiff and defensive. âI told you itâs not wise for us to cross paths,â he said curtly, his voice slurred from the alcohol but still holding a note of finality. He didnât want to engage, not with her, not tonight.
On the one hand, Dianaâs eyes flickered with an emotion he couldnât quite placeâregret, perhaps. âI⊠I wanted to say sorry for what happened with Y/N. I didnât realize how much she meant to you. Xavier⊠told me everything. About you and her.â
The apology was genuine, but the mention of your name was a fresh wound, and he felt the anger and sadness surge again, bubbling beneath his carefully maintained exterior. He wanted to lash out, to blame her for everything, but he swallowed the words, knowing it wouldnât change a thing. In the end, this was all his doing and he couldnât point fingers over the mess that he alone had created.
Sylus tried to stand up, the room spinning slightly as he steadied himself. âIâm leaving.â
But Diana stepped closer, her hand reaching out as if to stop him. He simply brushed past her, his movements unsteady but undeniably distancing from her. The desire to remain composed was slipping away, replaced by the harsh reality he faced every day since you were taken from him.
He made his way to the exit, pushing through the barâs heavy door with a forceful shove. Sylusâs next move was to lean against the wall outside as the cool winter breeze blew on his face.Â
âBoss.â Kieranâs voice held a note of concern as he and his twin steadied Sylus by wrapping his arms around their shoulders. âWeâll take you home.â
Luke glanced at his brother with a sad glint in his eyes before leading Sylus toward the car. âMaybe itâs time to let her go, boss.â
~~
February nights were the coldest. And it was supposedly the day for lovers, too.Â
Unlike the couples that littered the riverside, Sylus stood alone, his breath forming small clouds in the frigid air. His dark coat offered little protection against the biting wind, but he stayed committed, his gaze fixed on the empty expanse before him. Four hours had passed since he had sent you the message, and each minute he stood there waiting for you felt like an eternity. The biting cold gnawed at him, but he was determined to wait even if heâd end up getting frostbite. It was the least he could do.
The frozen riverâs surface glistened with a thousand points of light as the moon cast its silver glow over the landscape. And for the next thirty minutes that passed, he was still alone.Â
She wonât be coming, said the voice in his head. Give up.Â
As he prepared to leave, the ache of disappointment settled in his chest, and his heart skipped a beat as he recognized you, standing cautiously across him, your eyes wide and filled with both curiosity and trepidation. The sight of you, despite waiting in the cold for hours, instantly warmed his freezing body.Â
âThank you for coming.â He took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly as he spoke. âI wonât keep you long.âÂ
You maintained your distance, wary of his next move. âWhy did you want to meet?âÂ
With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to peel the scarf from around your neck, and he felt a prick in his heart seeing you flinch. âIâm not gonna hurt you.â
He waited until you allowed him to proceed, his fingers brushing against your skin in a touch that was both gentle and reverent. You looked at him with confusion, the chilly air fought by the warmth of your breath. Sylus was just carefully replacing the scarf with the necklace he had given you long ago, the red Beryl crystal catching the light and sending soft, radiant glimmers into the night.Â
Do you even recognize it?Â
âIâm just returning a gift, kitten.â
As he fastened the clasp behind your neck, he pressed a tender kiss to the nape of your neck, his lips lingering for a moment before he straightened. That small gesture of his was actually carried by the depth of his affection and regret. And, if you may, it was his silent apology for all that he did to you.
âSylusâŠâÂ
His red eyes shimmered, intensified by the bloodshot whites. Sylus stared at your face with a mixture of love and ruefulness clouding his expression. He was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And he struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, with his voice breaking as he feathered the snowflakes that rested on your hair. âTake care of yourself. Always lock your doors at night and stay warm.â He took the scarf Zayne gave you, and pulled out a new one from his coat. It was a silly scarf with kitten prints all over it, that he soon carefully wrapped around your face and neck. âWear that whenever you can.âÂ
Your own eyes were large and rimmed with tears as though you were also hurting inside. âWhy are you saying this?â you asked, keeping the weakness inside. âYou sound like youâre saying goodbye.âÂ
Sylusâs gaze was suddenly directed back to the river, but it was only because he had to avoid looking at your eyes or he would lose it. âThe Association managed to track me here in Linkon and theyâre still after me. I just managed to escape, but I canât stay here,â he explained calmly, âI only came back to this city because of you⊠But now, I have to disappear, so donât worry about having me around. I wonât bother you anymore.â
Your eyes widened in shock, and the tears that had been pooling your eyes finally spilled over. âAre you crazy?â you cried, seemingly unable to comprehend the words he was spewing. âYouâre leaving me?â
Sylusâs heart broke at the sight of your tears, but he had to restrain any weakness by giving in. Instead, he reached out, and his hand trembled as he wiped a tear from your cheek. âI love you, Y/N.â He wanted to be the first one to say it this time. âEven if you regain all your memories of meâgood or badâI want you to know that I regret every pain I caused you. Even if you hate me, Iâll still love you. Today, tomorrow, and in our next lives.â
Sylus took one last, lingering look at you, his eyes filled with a sorrowful haze that nearly blinded his vision. He turned slowly, walking away from the riverâs edge, with each step causing distance from the love he was leaving behind.
And you, you stood there, the necklace around your neck feeling heavy as you watched him disappear into the night. A surge of emotion overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you sprinted towards him. You took quick, long strides just to reach him, pulling him into a tight embrace, and crashing your lips against his in a bittersweet kiss.
Both of you cried as the kiss deepened, and you were encasing each otherâs lips in a tight lock. The intensity of your emotions poured out in this poignant, intimate moment. And frankly, Sylus had never been this emotional. No one had ever seen this fragile side of him that he had always kept hidden. After all, what dominant, cruel boss of Onychinus would spill tears over a woman?
But they wouldnât understand it. They never would.Â
When you finally pulled away, your eyes were red and swollen from tears. âBe careful,â you sniffled, barely unable to catch the breath you needed for the next. âKeep in touch if you can. And when Iâm ready, Iâll find you.â
Sylusâs eyes were also filled with tears, but he managed a forlorn smile as he nodded. He reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch gentle despite the heaviness of the moment. âIâll wait,â he promised softly, his voice breaking slightly. âIâll wait for you, no matter how long it takes.â
âUntil we meet again.â
As he stepped back, the distance between you seemed impossibly vast, but the promise in your eyes and the love in his heart made the separation bearable, if only just. And when Sylus turned away, his heart was heavy but full of the hope that one day, you would find each other again. That one day, this distant love would become a cherished memory that you would look back on as you grow old and wrinkled, yet insurmountably happy and content with the life you had lived. With or without him.
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The Babysitter | dad!harry x babysitter!reader
Based on this request (changed some things - hope you still like it anon!)
Summary: The cute babysitter Harry's wife hired has always tempted him, but now that his wife is away for the evening Harry might just give in.
Word Count: 2,011
Warning: smut, cheating, implied age gap (your call on how large), inappropriate relationship (both consenting adults)
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Harry was so fucked.
He knew better. A married man on the brink of ruining it all just for a taste of his kidâs babysitter. Truly, outrageously fucked.
He arrived home that day, knowing heâd have the house to himself all night with his wife gone out of town for a work trip. Knowing the cute babysitter would still be there, all doe-eyed and shy smiles. She definitely had a crush on him and he couldnât stop thinking about that.
All day at work he went back and forth with the idea of it. The whole âfuck around and find outâ thing was more compelling when he might be able to get away with it. But it wouldnât be worth it, he told himself even though he continued imagining what sheâd feel like underneath him.
His actions completely contradicted that sound internal advice.
Because when he saw Y/n all cuddled up on his couch, a sweater draped over her shoulders and her bare legs stretched out long he allowed himself to stare for a moment. He shouldnât have been thinking what he was but he couldnât stop the blood rushing to his cock. He was going straight to hell for the kind of thoughts that were running through his head right then.
She slowly blinked her eyes opened and sat up with a sweet smile, âHi. How was work?â
God, the cute, bubbly personality on her, even after just waking up from a nap⊠She hadnât been tainted by years of grueling workplace drama and a sad and lonely marriage like he had and he found it refreshing.
âWas good. Uh,â he scratched the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on hers, âEverything go all right today here?â
She nodded and moved her legs off the couch, feet hitting the floor as she nodded, âHeâs the sweetest. It was a good day. He kept asking for mom so I think heâs upset that she wasnât here this morning but I told him sheâd be back tomorrow night. Fast asleep now.â
But there was something in the way she was looking at him. Like she was just waiting for him to pounce. Rounded eyes, with that shy smile as she bit the edge of her bottom lip. Like she knew what he was thinking, her own mind filled with the same filthy scenarios.
It was late. Harry always got home late on Thursdays. After dark. After his son was already asleep, and usually it was his wife greeting him.
She parted her lips as she let her gaze lower to just below the buckle on his pants and then back up to his eyes.
âYeah. Weâll be okay without her for a night,â Harry swallowed thickly as he sat his briefcase down and moved deeper into the living room next to the couch where Y/n was still seated. âWhat about you?â
âWhat about me?â She raised her brows as she craned her head to look up at him.
âI mean⊠you alright too? Still seated like youâre tired. You can stay if you want.â
She blinked her eyes and then did it again, letting her pupils connect with the space at his crotch before quickly bringing them back upward to his face, âOh⊠I can go. Iâm sorryâŠâ
Y/n stood up quickly but Harry caught her by her arm, âItâs okay. You donât have to go. I just wanted to make sure youâre alright. Was really helpful having you stay late tonight.â
If she kept looking at him like that, those fuck-me eyes and plush parted lips, he wasnât going to be able to stop himself.
âOh. Iâm glad. Was happy to help you out, Harry. Iâd do it as often as you needed me to.â
He grinned and watched her moisten her soft lips when she poked her tongue out and looked up at him through her lashes. If she wasnât begging for it he didnât know what this was.
âYou gonna stay?â
She nodded, still looking up at him as she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
In a moment of weakness, of sheer insanity, he raised his hand up to her face and thumbed at her bottom lip, âWhatâs going on, Y/n? You got something to tell me?â
She fluttered her lashes and leaned into his touch as she kept her pupils aimed right at him. But then her lips parted again and Harry found himself sliding the tip of his thumb between her lips before she wrapped her mouth around it and he felt her tongue gently lave against his pad.
Now he was the one with parted lips as he watched his kidâs babysitter suck his thumb into her mouth, eyes pinned to his still.
And before he knew it, he found himself fucked in the figurative and literal sense as he had her face down on his mattress with his cock nudged into her so deep she was keening and hissing at the bite of pain his fat length was causing.
âShhh⊠be a good girl and keep quiet, yeah?â
âMmmm!â
It was so good. It was so fucking good. He hadnât been laid in a couple of months and the babysitterâs pussy was better than he imagined it would be. She was wet for him right away. When he got her very short shorts off her legs and buried his face between her soft thighs she was already so sensitive and dripping, wiggling and moaning like she was just as pent up as heâd been. Like she wanted it just as bad. Sheâd made a big mess of him and the sheets but heâd deal with clean up later.
Because when he finally pushed his throbbing dick inside of her welcoming pussy it was game over. He had her hips in both hands, tightly gripping the meat at her sides as he buried in over and over again, letting her juice coat every inch and wet his pubes with her fragrance. He watched as he stuffed her with his cock, her cute ass perked upward and she pushed back on every one of his thrusts. So pretty.
Everything was slick and gushy as he plowed into her guts, slapping his hips into her ass. He kept looking at the bedroom door (which was closed and locked) out of habit just in case, but now he was out of his mind as she trembled and drooled against the pillow his wife used.
He slowed his plunges and watched his shaft as he pulled out, âFuck⊠got me all creamy, baby. Why donât you flip over so I can see your pretty face?â
She was shaky as she dropped down to the bed, scooting herself to adjust and then spreading her thighs as he tucked right back inside of her, pelvis dipping against her own.
âHarryâŠâ Y/n quietly breathed as she watched him. He was so thick and long, just like she knew heâd be. She never thought heâd ever step out on his wife but here he was, with his big cock driving into her, making her squelch and stretch wide for him. She almost couldnât believe it was happening.
Harry groped at her tit, still on his knees as he steadied himself, his thighs working in, âOh sweet girlâŠâ he panted, quads and glutes flexing with every motion. He picked up her hand and brought her fingertips to his mouth, kissing as he pumped himself through her walls and then dragging his lips down to her palm and then wrist.
âOh my godâŠâ she whined before draping her arm over her mouth to keep her volume down.
âWho knew you were so filthy? Look at you letting a married man fuck your brains out.â
A muffled moan sounded from her throat as she felt him jerk into her harder, the coarse hair at the base of his dick scratched at her clit before he began to grind his hips against her, adding friction like he knew that was what she was searching for with her hips rising to meet him with every thrust.
âBut look at how lucky I am. So pretty⊠Hot little pussy, fuckinâ drenched, baby. How long were thinking about this, hmm?â
Harry did feel lucky too. Y/n was a hot little thing that heâd had some pretty dirty thoughts about since they first hired her. It was his wifeâs choice. Y/n was in her senior year of university with long smooth legs and an adorable shy smile that caught him off guard the first time he saw her. So he always looked forward to seeing her every morning before leaving for work, or in the early evenings when heâd come home to relieve her.
Harry grabbed her other hand, moving her arm from her mouth as he brought those fingers up to his lips to kiss every one of them as he threaded their fingers together on her other hand, never stopping the movement of his hips.
With the back of her hand pressed into the blanket next to her shoulder, she inhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath. âSince I first met youâŠâ she admitted.
Harry grunted, running his tongue along her wrist before folding his fingers into hers like her other hand and then pressing it down to the bed as he leaned over her, pelvis grinding against hers, his balls squeezing against her bum. And that was fucking deep.
âOh yeah? Fuck, coulda been fucking this pretty pussy for the last few months. Making you come for being such a good girl and just for looking so fucking cute all the time.â
She moaned softly, âIt feels so goodâŠâ
Harry grinned down at her, feeling her start to squeeze and pulse, âIt does doesnât it? Such a bad thing to feel this good. Might be trouble for us.â
âMmmmâŠâ she panted and then gasped as she was thrown over the edge, walls gripping and milking his cock.
Harry watched Y/n as she fell apart, âThere you go, such a good girl, so pretty, babyâŠâ
Harry gritted his teeth as he fucked her through her orgasm.
He was already leaking precome and practically shaking by the time he pulled himself out and pumped his fat cock right over her tummy. Heâd have loved to have just come inside Y/nâs pussy but what he was doing was already dumb as it was.
He grunted and sucked in through his teeth, âOh fuckâŠâ
Heâd gotten a little come on his knuckles as he ran his fist down his shaft, letting the last bits drip out onto the girl below him. A pretty sight. She was all fucked out and dazed, tits rising and falling with every breath, his come marking her tummy and her pussy freshly fucked, still soaked.
He was a gentleman, helped her clean up, and kissed her a little bit more before sending her on her way with a playful swat to her ass. Heâd have loved to ask her to stay all night but he worried that that would just confuse things further. She promised she wouldnât tell anyone and Harry said it wouldnât affect her job and that it would be their secret. Though he did hope heâd have another chance to feel her again one day, he didnât count on it. His wife was returning the following day and Y/n was soon to finish off her last year of college and she wouldnât be needing a babysitting gig anymore.
Did he regret cheating on his wife? In that moment, he couldnât say he did. He had fun and it felt so good to have sex with someone who wanted his cock as bad as Y/n did. He only hoped he didnât get found out and as long as Y/n kept up her end of the bargain (he was sure she would) he figured the whole thing was a win.
Heâd just need to keep himself in check around her when his wife was present. But when his wife wasnât around he couldnât promise anything.
. . .
PART 2
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MOONSTRUCK , âïœĄÂ°â© đđ crazy over you
đ„ PRECIS. In which, sunghoonâs feelings for you start to feel like more than he can handle⊠PAIRING. smitten!sunghoon x tipsy!reader GENRE. fluff, suggestive WARNINGS. skinship, mild kissing, mentions of drinking
authors note àšà§ I have nothing to say. get into it hoon!
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You were⊠tipsy. Sunghoon knew that much. The proof was in the flush that colored your cheeks, a vivid contrast against your bonze-toned skin.
Despite the alcohol in both your systems, it didnât take away from the fact that his mind was reeling.
The two of you had been in attendance for Jakeâs birthday trip. A small , cozy gathering at his grandparentâs lakehouse for the weekend.
After a day filled with laughter, games, and a few drinks, the group had winded down for the night.
It was late, and you and Sunghoon were the last ones still awake, sitting on the porch talking under a shared fluffy blanket. It was nice⊠comforting. Just the two you, sharing quiet laughs and whispered stories under the stars.
But, Sunghoon couldnât defy the nagging urge at the back of his mind to tell you. Tell you he was in love with you, so in love that it hurt.
It had started to get chilly, and with the others already asleep, you had both decided to move inside to a guest room with two twin bedsâit was the only available space left.
Too relaxed to worry about where else to go, you agreed to take up the two beds, facing each other with drowsy eyes and lingering smiles.
As time passed, still laying in silence, Sunghoon couldnât help but begin to toss and turn with the intention of sleep. The silence that was strangely comforting before, had started to become deafening, heavy with unspoken words.
Finally, Sunghoon rolled over to face you, his breath catching as he took in the sight of you blinking slowly, eyes glazed over yet intensely focused on him.
âYou knowâŠâ His voice broke the silence, low and hesitant, almost drowned by the pounding of his own heart.
âHm?â Your eyebrows arched, your gaze still locked on his, those large, innocent eyes piercing through the darkness.
âItâs⊠itâs nothing.â The courage he had mustered slipped away like sand through his fingers.
âWhatâŠ?â your voice was soft, the edges frayed with weariness.
âI⊠really, itâs nothing.â
The silence returned, thicker this time, a suffocating blanket that wrapped around you both.
âCan you sleep nowâŠ? Are you sleepyâŠ?â he murmured, voice hushed as though even in the solitude, someone might overhear.
âMmâŠâ you nodded, pushing yourself up to a sitting position, rubbing your eyes with a pout that made his heart tighten.
âI think Iâll sleep there.â
Sunghoonâs heart skipped a beat, then raced ahead as you slipped from your bed and into his own with a graceful clumsiness that only you could achieve.
When you landed with a soft thud, your noses were mere inches apart, your hushed giggles mingling with his own chuckles as you adjusted yourself under the covers, and rolled over so your back was pressing against his chest.
Warmth flooded Sunghoonâs senses, as if the bed werenât already small enough. He prayed you could feel the frantic rhythm of his heartbeat against your backâŠ
Feel how fast it was racing. How honest would that be?
You were so warmâŠ
âUse my arm as a pillowâŠâ he offered, his voice barely a whisper as you lifted your head to rest on his arm.
âWhyâŠ?â you asked, your voice a breathy murmur.
âSo we can be closerâŠâ he answered, the words tumbling out in a rush, his heart still pounding.
You stayed like that, the quiet punctuated only by the sound of your breathing, soft and steady. You shifted again, clearly in discomfort, and a breathy chuckle escaped Sunghoonâs lips.
âWhy didnât you bring your pillow overâŠ?â he teased, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you.
You glanced dismissively at the abandoned pillow on your abandoned bed before your gaze snapped back to him, piercing him to the core.
Your glassy eyes glittered under the moonlight streaming in through the window, long lashes casting delicate shadows on your flushed cheeks as you blinked slowly.
You were⊠breathtaking. Sunghoonâs heart constricted painfully at the sight of you.
Slowly, you reached up to smooth down your own bedhead, and without thinking, Sunghoon followed suit, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear with trembling fingers.
Your eyes never wavered from his, tracing his every feature, studying him with an intensity that left him breathless.
What were you thinking? He could never tell, and as of right now⊠he was desperate.
You blinked slowly, your lips parting as you finally broke the thickening silence.
âIs this⊠not a good idea?â your voice was soft, laced with innocence yet tinged with a challenge, your doe eyes searching his own for an answer.
âNoâŠâ His voice was hoarse, his throat dry, but he kept his gaze steady on yours.
âItâs good.â He added, pulling the comforter snugly around you both.
âHm?â you hummed, your eyebrows lifting ever so slightly in curiosity.
âItâs definitely goodâŠâ he repeated, his words barely more than a breath.
You smiled then, a fleeting, gentle curve of your lips before your expression softened once more, your eyes large and unblinking.
Sunghoon fought to contain himself, the air between them thick with tension, every innocent thought he tried to hold onto slipping away. God, you were divine.
So pretty, it hurt.
You pulled the covers tighter around your chest, your hands disappearing beneath them. Just then, Sunghoon could feel your cool, slender fingers intertwining with his.
The touch seemed almost electric, almost overwhelming, as you slowly and carefully guided his hand down the length of your body, the soft fabric of your sleep shirt barely a barrier to the heat of your skin, which felt like a burn the moment you guided his hand beneath it.
His heart thundered in his chest, anticipation and desire warring within him, but he never broke eye contact.
Your gaze dared him, testing his resolve with a demure boldness that sent shivers down his spine.
His breath caught as your hand guided his lower, fingers brushing the waistband of your shorts. He watched your expression shift ever so subtly, your lips falling open the slightest bit more, your eyes darkening with something he couldnât quite name, and yet the innocence remained.
Your head tilted back faintly, almost in a pleading nod when he pressed his fingers down to apply pressure, his palm settling on your lower belly.Â
Feeling the warmth of your skin beneath his touch, the tension in the air was almost unbearable.
Finally, Sunghoon tore his gaze from yours, letting out a shaky breath as his head fell back onto the pillow you now shared, his hand slipping from your grasp.
You watched him, silent, your chest rising and falling with a matching intensity.
You were nervous, scared� Excited?
Sunghoon raked a hand through his hair, a pained laugh escaping his lips as he groaned in frustration, draping a heavy arm across your waist.
â(Y/n)âŠâ he whispered, your name like a prayer on his lips.
The bashful grin on his face failed to go away, he could feel the warmth of a fresh blush dancing across his cheeks and up to the tips of his ears.
You said nothing, simply turning your head away and closing your eyes, seeking solace in sleep, an escape from the tension threatening to suffocate you both.
Sunghoon lay still, staring into the dimness of the room, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.
He tugged at the covers, fidgeting restlessly, squeezing his eyes shut in a desperate bid for sleep.
But the racing of his heart wouldnât let him rest.
He sat up once more, needing air, needing water, needingâŠ
And then, your eyes fluttered open as you looked up at him again. Without a word, you grabbed his chin, pulling him down into a kiss that stole his breath away.
Sunghoonâs heart nearly exploded, a small sound of surprise catching in his throat as he melted into the kiss, your soft hum of pleasure reverberating through him.
Suddenly you shifted, and it was Sunghoon lying on his back, your lips never leaving his until you broke away, straddling him with careful, deliberate movements, as if afraid of causing him harm.
His heart swelled with emotion as he gazed up at you, completely captivated by the girl who had just turned his world upside down.
âDid I keep you waitingâŠ?â you whisper, expression filled with worry despite your rose dusted cheeks.
âSo long⊠I waited so long.â, Sunghoon teased, squeezing the soft flesh of your thighs as you giggled softly and captured his lips again.
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