#to then him giving mixed signals cause he flirts

[hoshifighting]

i'm BEGGING for a collegefling! jeonghan plzz

thank youuuu 💗 love your work <33

warnings: smut, teasing, flirting, fingering, penetrative sex, cock riding, semi-public sex, library sex, loud!jeonghan, jealousy, he's such a cutie too.

college fling!jeonghan who's not the type to play around with mixed signals. if he wants something, he’s pretty direct about it. likes games—just not the confusing kind. so, yeah, when you first met him, you kind of got what he was about from day one. freshman year was chaos. the university’s big events had everyone talking—water games, shirtless dudes, bikinis, everyone all bronzed and glowing under the sun. but jeonghan— he’s not about the whole "show off my body" thing. kept his shirt on, like he didn’t need to prove a damn thing. confident as hell, and you hated how much that got to you.

he was the one who came up to you first, of course. said something like, “my friend thinks you’re pretty.” such a casual opener, like it was no big deal. but then he took it further, all smooth with a teasing smile. “but i don’t really trust his taste, so i had to see for myself.”

you remember just rolling your eyes, thinking, this guy—but also trying not to let on that his vibe was doing things to your brain. when he went on to say, “so, are we making out now, or later?”—you laughed in his face, hard. hard as fuck, actually, and told him straight up that wasn’t happening, and his response? a smirk. that smirk that would become the smirk, the one you'd start seeing every time he spotted you from across campus, during parties, even in the quiet corner of the library when you thought you were safe.

after that day, it was like this... game, but not really a game. like, you’d be minding your business, trying to get through your classes, and boom—jeonghan would be there, casually sliding in with some flirty comment, always teetering on the line of too much. but never quite crossing it. like one time, you were sitting with your laptop, probably stressed over a deadline, and he just popped up with, “you look like you could use a distraction.” you shot back, “don’t you have someone else to annoy?” and of course, he answered, “nah, i’m committed to you.” committed. like it wasn’t just a stupid flirty thing.

and it kept going. year after year. no kissing, no hooking up—just this ridiculous back-and-forth, every time he saw you, making your stomach twist up in knots. it was frustrating as hell, ‘cause even though he flirted like it was second nature, he never actually pushed you to do anything more. he knew the game. he knew exactly how far to take it before pulling back, leaving you wanting more but hating that you even did.

one night, you were at some random house party, loud music, too many people, and of course, there he was. leaning against the kitchen counter, looking all too comfortable in a place that was way too crowded. he saw you first, waved you over with that lazy smile that you wanted to ignore but couldn’t. “you lost or just looking for me?” he asked, knowing damn well you weren’t looking for him.

“neither,” you lied, grabbing a drink from the counter just to have something to hold. but he wasn’t buying it, stepping a little closer, crowding your space just enough to make your breath catch.

“right,” he said, that teasing lilt in his voice. “so you’re not here just to finally kiss me?”

you laughed again, but this time, it didn’t feel as easy. “jeonghan, you’ve been trying for years. give it up.”

“noo sweetheart,” he pouted, voice smooth like honey. “i’m just playing the long game. i like it..”

the long game. because even though you never kissed, never took it past flirting, there was always this tension, simmering just below the surface. you’d catch yourself thinking about him sometimes when you weren’t even around him—wondering if he ever thought about you the same way.

but he never made it weird. never tried to make you feel like you owed him anything, which was maybe why you didn’t hate him for it. because at the end of the day, it was fun. infuriating, yes. but fun. he’d make a comment, you’d brush it off, but deep down? yeah, there was always a part of you that kinda wanted to see what would happen if you let the game go on a little longer.

and jeonghan... he was patient. too patient, if you were being honest.

there was something stupidly comforting about jeonghan always being around. like, even on your worst days—those days when you couldn’t even be bothered to try. oversized hoodie, messy hair, not a scrap of makeup. you were barely surviving, and there he was, still managing to make you feel noticed. he’d walk up, casual as hell, and say things like, “your hair smells nice today,” or he’d reach out, fingers grazing your hand, just to say, “new nails? they look cute.”

and then there was that one time, oh god—you remember it clear as day. you’d barely rolled out of bed and showed up to class, hoodie pulled tight around you, and jeonghan slides up beside you at the cantine, glancing down at your hand. “you know what would look cute wrapped in there?” he’d said, all casual. and for a split second, you didn’t catch on. you were about to ask what he meant, then it hit you—cock. he meant cock.

you felt your face heat up, your brain misfiring as you shot him a look, trying to figure out if anyone else had heard. your eyes scanned the tables, praying no one else had clocked his little comment, and when you finally turned back to him, there he was—smiling like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. “what?” he asked, all fake innocence, like you hadn’t just caught onto his bullshit. “i was talking about the energy drink can.” and he pointed at the one in your hand, the one you had just bought. “it matches your nails.”

you laughed. you couldn’t help it. he had this way of making everything lighter, even when you were convinced it was gonna be a trash day. and he smiled too, like your happiness was his mission for the day. it was always like that. jeonghan would flirt, you’d roll your eyes or laugh, and things would feel a little easier. it was comfortable. safe, even.

but then… spring party. fuck.

there was something so painfully uncomfortable about seeing him with her. it wasn’t even the fact that they were together—it was the way he smiled at her. the way his arm was casually around her shoulders, pulling her closer, and then the cheek kiss. you saw it, and it felt like something lodged itself in your chest. like, what the hell.

it hit you like a ton of bricks. you liked the game too much. you liked him too much, but you hadn’t taken the shot. you never thought it was serious enough to matter, but seeing him with someone else? it felt like you were watching something that should’ve been yours. the whole night was a blur after that. no amount of party energy could bring you back up after seeing that.

you left early. didn’t even bother sticking around when the lights got lower, the music got louder, and everyone else started to get more and more drunk. you just… left. walked back to your dorm, the sound of your flower crown jingling a little with each step, the one your friends had insisted you wear. it felt stupid now. why the hell did you even care?

and then, as if the universe had it out for you, you saw him. just walking out of the dorms. not just any dorms. the dorms. the girls’ dorms. and you knew. of course it was her. she was in there, probably waving him off after some perfect little goodnight, and here you were, walking around with jealousy you didn’t even want to admit you had.

he saw you before you could duck away. smiled at you like nothing was weird, like you hadn’t seen him with her just hours before. “mhmmm... who’s this princess, huh?” he wolf-whistled, because of course, of course, he would. his eyes twinkled when they landed on your flower crown, clearly amused.

you weren’t. “fuck off, jeonghan,” you muttered, trying to brush past him. but you knew it. he heard it. he caught the tone immediately because even when he got on your nerves before, you were never this cold.

“whoa, whoa,” he called after you, stepping in your path with that all-too-familiar smirk, though now it felt different. heavier. “where’s this coming from? what happened? don’t tell me the princess has had a rough night?”

“i’m not in the mood,” you snapped, making a beeline for your dorm. but he wasn’t letting it go. he blocked your way again, hands stuffed in his pockets, eyes studying you like he was figuring out some kind of puzzle. you saw his eyes lighting up.

“wait a minute… are you jealous?”

the way he said it, like he was genuinely surprised and also deeply entertained by the thought. you didn’t even want to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, but your eyes flicked up anyway, glaring.

“you’re ridiculous.”

“i’m ridiculous?” he laughed, stepping a little closer. “so you saw me with her, huh?” he teased, and you could see the moment he clicked it all together. “oh my god. you are jealous.”

“shut up, jeonghan.”

but he didn’t. he was full-on laughing now, not even trying to hide how amused he was by the whole thing. “okay, okay. listen, that was my sister, y/n.”

you blinked. “what?”

he wiped at his eyes, still chuckling. “my sister. we had a family thing tonight, and she was visiting the campus for the spring party. she’s staying over, that’s why i was in the girls' dorms.”

you felt the embarrassment hit you like a wave. like, of course, you’d worked yourself up into a jealous mess over nothing. but still, the way he was looking at you, the way his laughter softened when he saw your expression change—it wasn’t like he was making fun of you. if anything, he looked… kinda pleased.

“you really thought i’d ditch you for someone else?” he asked, scrunching his nose. “after all these years?”

you wanted to hit him. and also kiss him. but mostly hit him. “shut up,” you mumbled, shoving past him to finally get to your door.

but as you fumbled with your keys, you heard him laugh again, this time lighter. “you know, if you want to kiss me that badly, you could just ask.”

"just ask?" you placed a hand on your hip, raising an eyebrow at him like you were calling his bluff. jeonghan just nodded, all nonchalant, like this wasn’t the moment of his life.

you took a step closer, the space between you two disappearing until your noses were nearly touching. you could see the way his eyes flickered from yours to your lips and back up, like he was trying to stay cool, but you knew better. underneath all that fake calm, he was freaking out.

you just smiled. you leaned in, just close enough for him to feel your breath on his lips, and whispered, “good night, jeonghan.”

you pulled back, turning on your heel, leaving him standing there. you didn’t need to look back to know the effect you had. you could feel the tension in the air, the way his posture faltered just slightly. when you reached your door, you glanced over your shoulder, catching his eyes one last time before you disappeared inside. he was still watching, a grin playing on his lips. as you leaned against the door inside, hand over your racing heart, you couldn’t help but smile too.

a few days later, you were at the library. it was one of those late afternoons where the campus was almost eerily quiet. most people were either at the football field, hanging out on the green, or already done for the day. you’d volunteered for this stupid school board vote thing, which meant you were stuck painting posters on cardboard, your hands covered in smudges of red and blue paint.

the library had this dim, cozy lighting, the blinds half-drawn so the soft glow of sunset was creeping in from the windows. but the table you were sitting at had this one bright, focused yellow lamp, shining right on your work as you dragged the wet paintbrush across the poster.

you were in your own world, humming softly, when you suddenly felt something… someone close. too close. a soft breath ghosted over your ear, so light you almost thought you were imagining it.

“boo!” a voice whispered, low and teasing, right by your ear.

you flinched hard, tensing up, your whole body jerking back so fast the paintbrush slipped in your hand. and of course, it was him. jeonghan stood there, barely an inch away, grinning like the asshole he was. his hands were shoved deep in his pockets, like he was trying to stop himself from reaching out and touching you.

“what the fuck,” you muttered, heart still racing from the scare, eyes glaring up at him. but he was having the time of his life, watching the way your body reacted, still all wound up.

“shhh,” he whispered, stepping even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear this time. “we’re in a library.” the fake seriousness in his voice almost made you laugh, but you were too annoyed to let him win that easily.

“do you ever chill?” you asked, leaning back in your chair to give yourself a little space, but jeonghan wasn’t having it. he leaned down, resting his arms on the back of your chair like he was claiming it—and you.

“why would i, when scaring you is so much fun?” he shot back, his grin widening.

your heart was still pounding from the surprise, and now from him being so damn close, but you rolled your eyes, trying to act like you weren’t affected. “you’re annoying.”

“you love it,” he whispered, the teasing edge in his voice making you want to scream. but instead, you reached for your paintbrush again, ignoring him, or at least trying to. jeonghan, though, wasn’t going anywhere. he hovered over you, eyes scanning the half-finished poster on the table.

“what’s this?” he asked, gesturing to your work. “you painting a masterpiece?”

“just posters,” you mumbled, trying to focus on the brush strokes. but you could feel him there, his eyes practically burning into your skin. you hated how aware you were of him, of his warmth, of the way his breath still lingered on your ear.

“hmm,” he hummed, leaning a little closer again, his cheek almost brushing yours as he pretended to inspect the cardboard. “you missed a spot.”

“jeonghan,” you warned, glancing up at him through narrowed eyes. but all he did was flash you that familiar, maddening smirk.

“what? just trying to help.” he finally pulled back, standing up straight again, but not before letting his fingers brush lightly against your arm, just enough to send a spark through you.

you cursed under your breath, trying to focus on your work, but it was useless. his stupid little whisper and the way he hovered over you had already ruined any chance of concentration.

“you know,” he said casually, pulling out a chair next to you and sitting down like he had nowhere else to be. “you’re fun to mess with.”

“can you shut up for like, two seconds?” you shot at him, your voice carrying more frustration than you meant.

instead of taking the hint, he just wriggled his eyebrows at you, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. he never stops. you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to gather your thoughts, but the annoyance, the tension—it all bubbled up inside you, and before you could overthink it, you opened your eyes and leaned in, kissing him.

just a quick peck, a little “shut the hell up” moment, nothing more. but the second you pulled back and caught the look on his face, you almost regretted it. almost. jeonghan was stunned. like, full-on wide-eyed, frozen in place, like he couldn’t believe what just happened.

your cheeks immediately burned, but you kept your cool, clearing your throat before going back to the poster like nothing happened. “sit down and be quiet now,” you muttered, keeping your eyes on the cardboard.

for once, he actually listened. he sat down next to you, still staring, clearly trying to process what you just did. the silence that followed was awkward as hell, but it didn’t last long. because, of course, it didn’t.

he lasted about five seconds, max. then you felt his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him. before you could react, his lips were on yours again, but this time, he didn’t hold back. it wasn’t some quick, shy kiss. no. his lips moved against yours, hungry, and then you felt it—his tongue pushing past your lips, invading your mouth like he had no patience left.

his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, and before you knew it, you were completely lost in him. your body responded faster than your brain could keep up with, your hand instinctively reaching out to grab the edge of the table to steady yourself.

when he pulled back, just slightly, his breath was ragged, his lips hovering over yours as he whispered, “can i?” the neediness in his voice sent a jolt of heat straight through you.

you nodded, not trusting your voice. and that’s all he needed. his hand slipped down, fingers tracing the hem of your skirt before pushing it up just enough to get underneath. his fingertips brushed over your panties, teasing you, and you could feel yourself already getting wet.

jeonghan let out a soft chuckle, his breath hot against your skin. “you’re already soaked, cant wait to suck this pussy,” he whispered

you opened your mouth to respond, but all that came out was a shaky breath as he slid one finger under the fabric, barely grazing your folds. he was taking his time, dragging his fingers slowly, deliberately, over your wetness.

“so wet for me,” he whispered again, his lips brushing against your ear now. “you want me to keep going?”

you nodded again, your hand gripping the edge of the table tighter, and you heard him let out a small, pleased hum before he pressed a single finger inside you. the stretch was slow, his finger curling as he pushed in deeper, and the slick sound of your wetness filled the quiet library, pussy swallowing easily the long finger.

it was embarrassingly loud. the soft squelch of his finger moving inside you echoed in the stillness, and your head fell back, a quiet moan slipping past your lips before you could stop it.

“shhh,” jeonghan whispered, mockingly, his other hand coming up to wrap lightly around your throat. “quiet, be quiet f'me okay??”

you bit down on your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, but it was impossible when he was teasing you like this, his finger moving slowly in and out, curling in just the squishy spot. he was taking his time, dragging it out, the wet sounds growing louder with each shove of his finger.

“you like that?” he asked, his lips brushing against your neck now. “you like when i finger you slow like this?”

you could barely answer, your voice catching in your throat as he added a second finger, stretching you just a little more. the way your body responded was automatic—your legs spreading wider on instinct, your hips rocking forward to meet his hand.

jeonghan grinned, his fingers moving a little faster now, pushing deeper, the squishing sounds even louder than before. “fuck, you’re so tight,” he muttered.

your head fell back against his shoulder, your body giving in. you could feel every inch of his fingers moving inside you, every curl, every thrust, the knuckles, it was driving you insane. you reached out blindly, your free hand finding his thigh before sliding up to palm at the bulge in his pants.

he let out a soft groan, his hips shifting slightly as you pressed your hand harder against him. “you’re really trying to make me lose it, hmm?” he muttered, his voice strained as he continued to finger you, his pace quickening.

your hand fumbled with the zipper of his pants, trying to get him out, but it was hard to focus when he was fucking you with his fingers like this, your wetness dripping down onto his palm.

“shit,” he hissed when your hand finally slipped into his pants, your fingers wrapping around his length. he was hard—so fucking hard—and the way you gripped him made his head fall back, eyes rolling as he thrust his fingers even deeper into you.

“you like that, baby?” he asked. “you like when i fuck you with my fingers?”

you moaned softly, nodding as your hips bucked against his hand. your walls clenched around his fingers, and the wet squelching sounds got louder, filling the quiet library.

“fuck, you sound so good,” jeonghan groaned, pulling your panties to the side so he could spread your legs wider, giving himself better access. his fingers moved faster, pushing deeper, and you felt your body start to tremble, the pleasure building so quickly you could barely breathe.

“jeonghan,” you whimpered, your hand tightening around his length as your other hand gripped the table for dear life. your hips rocked against his fingers, desperate.

“that’s it, mhmm just like that baby,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear again. “cum for your hannie.. so nasty baby, letting me fuck this pussy with my fingers...what if someone see this hm?.”

before you could stop it, your body seized up, your walls clenched tight around his fingers, your back arching as you came, the wet sounds of your release echoing in the quiet library.

jeonghan groaned softly, his hand still moving, fingers still pumping in and out of you as you rode out your orgasm.

jeonghan watched as you giggled softly, in overstimulation, your head nestled into the crook of his neck, making him smile too. his arms wrapped around you tight, holding you against him.

a single line of slickness dripping down between your legs, a translucent trail of your release that shimmered against the dim library light and hit the floor with a quiet, inappropriate drip. he stared at it for a second, mesmerized by how fucking wet you were.

before you could even react, jeonghan slid his fingers from between your legs, sticky with your juices, and without hesitation, brought them to his lips. he sucked your wetness off them like it was nothing, like this was casual. but the way he moaned softly, like he was tasting something forbidden, made your cheeks burn.

“jeonghan!” you hissed, scolding him, giving him a little slap on the arm. “what the hell?”

he just shrugged, lips curved into that cocky smile. “couldn’t help it,” he muttered, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. “you taste so fucking good.”

your face flushed even more, but you couldn’t hide the way your body still buzzed with need, even after he’d just made you come. your eyes flickered to the door—still shut, no one else around—and something wild sparked in you.

before you could second-guess it, you stood up from your chair and climbed onto his lap, straddling him fast. jeonghan’s eyes widened in shock, hands automatically flying to your hips, but not stopping you. “y/n,” he stammered, voice shaky, his breath catching in his throat, “n-no, we can’t—”

“why not?” you whined, rocking your hips forward just enough to brush his cock agasint your folds, and fuck, it felt good. you were still wet, soaked from your orgasm, and the friction was enough to make you both let out quiet, needy moans.

jeonghan’s hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your skin as he struggled to keep his composure. “fuck,” he muttered, biting down on his bottom lip hard, his whole body trembling beneath you. “because—shit—i can’t keep quiet.”

“please,” you begged, your voice dripping with desperation, leaning closer so your lips ghosted over his. “jeonghan, i’m so horny… been wanting you for years too.”

those words did something to him. years. and it hit him all at once—the weight of everything, of all those years of teasing, flirting, the back and forth that never went anywhere, the way he’d always kept it just at the edge, never crossing the line. and now, here you were, straddling him, begging for him like it was all too much to hold back anymore. he could feel it too—the years of tension, of watching you from a distance, making you smile just to hear that laugh, all leading up to this.

“fuck,” he whispered, voice strained as he watched you grind against him, his hands flexing on your hips. his eyes fluttered shut as the pressure built between you, your slick folds dragging against him. his body was wound so tight he felt like he could snap any second.

“jeonghan,” you whispered again, your breath hot against his lips, and then you reached down between you, a gasp escaping him when your hand wrapped around his length, teasing him.

“we can’t,” he whispered, but there was no conviction in his voice, not anymore. his hips bucked up into your hand, betraying how badly he wanted this. “we can’t do this here.”

“then be quiet,” you murmured, lips brushing over his as you guided the tip of his cock to your entrance. your wetness coated him, slick and hot, and jeonghan groaned, his head falling back against the chair as you slid him along your folds. he was so hard, so sensitive.

“fuck, y/n,” he gasped, his body trembling under your touch. his hands shot to your thighs, gripping them hard as you teased him, your slickness coating his cock, making everything feel too good, too intense.

“please,” you whispered again, pressing down just enough for his tip to catch at your entrance, and jeonghan’s whole body shuddered. “i need you.”

he bit down on his lip, his hands shaking as he tried to stop himself from completely losing control. “you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his voice rough with lust. “i won’t be able to stay quiet.”

but you didn’t care. you wanted him too badly, needed him too badly after all this time, all these years of unspoken tension finally coming to a head. you were practically shaking with need, your hips moving on their own as you slid his cock along your folds, teasing yourself with the tip.

jeonghan let out a low groan, his eyes rolling back as you rubbed against him, the wet sounds of your slickness filling the quiet space. “shit, baby,” he whispered, his hands trembling as they moved to grip your ass, pulling you even closer. “so fuckin good around me, fuck— i dont know if i will last.”

“then fuck me,” you whispered back, your voice desperate now, grinding down against him, your slick folds swallowing his cock inch by inch. you felt him twitch, felt how much he was holding back, and it only made you want him more.

he groaned, his head falling forward, his forehead resting against yours. “can’t keep quiet, can’t can’t—” he whispered again, his breath ragged, but the way his hips bucked up into you told you all you needed to know.

you let out a soft whimper as you finally sank down onto him, his cock stretching you so slowly, so perfectly. the feeling of him inside you after all this time was almost too much, and you moaned softly, your body trembling as he filled you up, inch by inch.

you started rocking your hips slowly, back and forth, barely pulling off him before sliding back down, letting him feel every inch of you. the way his cock filled you so perfectly made you clench around him, and you could hear jeonghan’s breath catch, a low groan slipping from his lips that he tried desperately to swallow.

his hands shot to your waist, gripping you tight as you moved. your rhythm was teasing, dragging your slick folds over him as his length stretched you with each motion. you knew what you were doing to him—the way his hips bucked up every time you slid down, his thighs tensing under your legs. he was struggling to hold it together, and you were reveling in every second of it.

you leaned forward, your lips brushing his ear as you whispered, “you’re so fucking hard for me hannie”

jeonghan let out a deep groan, his head falling back against the chair as he tried to keep quiet, his breath coming in short, desperate pants. “ngh—fuck—” he hissed, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to control himself, but the way you were moving, so slow and deliberate, was killing him.

you smirked against his neck, pressing soft kisses to his skin before whispering again, your voice low. “you love how wet i am for you, hm? bet you’ve been thinking about this all of those years, huh?”

that did it. jeonghan’s whole body trembled, and he let out a strangled moan, “ahh—shit—” his fingers dug into your hips, trying to pull you down harder, but you kept the pace slow, teasing, letting him feel every second of it.

“fuck, y/n,” he groaned, his voice breaking as he threw his head back, his lips parted and eyes fluttering shut. “you—ngh—feel so fucking good.”

his reaction only fueled you more. you started grinding your hips a little faster, rolling them in circles. you leaned closer again, your lips brushing against his ear as you whispered filth, your voice dripping with lust. “you’re such a good boy for me, letting me ride you like this..”

jeonghan let out another deep groan, “o-oh—fuck—” his hands slid under your skirt, gripping your ass as he helped guide your movements, his fingers squeezing the soft flesh. his eyes were half-lidded, mouth open, and you could feel him trembling beneath you, trying so hard to keep quiet, but every whisper from you had him moaning like he couldn’t control it.

“you’re such a dirty boy,” you whispered, “can feel how bad you want to cum inside me.”

“fuck—” he groaned again, louder this time, and you quickly leaned forward, pressing your lips to his to muffle the sound. the kiss was desperate, messy, his tongue immediately slipping into your mouth as he kissed you back hard, his hands pulling you down on him as you rocked your hips faster. you could feel him shaking, his control slipping with every thrust.

you pulled back, breathless, your lips hovering over his as you whispered again. “you gonna come for me, jeonghan? gonna fill me up like the good boy you are?”

his eyes rolled back, his hands gripping your ass even tighter as he thrust up into you, his cock twitching inside you. your fingers gripped the edge of the table to steady yourself, your nails digging into the wood as you rocked against him, feeling his cock throb inside you. his hands slid back up your hips, pulling you down gently as his cock twitched one last time inside you, the warmth of his release spreading through you.

you reached down between you, sliding your fingers through your own slickness and bringing them to his lips. “taste it,” you whispered, watching as his eyes fluttered open, still hazy with lust.

he groaned softly, but didn’t hesitate, his tongue slipping out to lick your fingers clean, tasting both of you mixed together. the sight of it made you shiver, and you couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped your lips as you watched him suck on your fingers, his eyes locked on yours.

you could feel the heat between your legs still burning, still aching for more, and without thinking, you started to move again, grinding your hips against his slowly. jeonghan’s eyes widened, his hands gripping your waist as he realized what you were doing.

“y/n—” he whispered, his voice shaky, “what the—we—fuck, we can’t—”

“shh,” you whispered, your lips brushing over his as you rocked your hips again, feeling his cock start to harden inside you. “just one more time.”

jeonghan let out a low groan, his hands sliding down to your ass again as he gave in, his body already reacting to the feeling of you moving on him again. “fuck,” he whispered, his voice rough with need. “you’re gonna kill me.”

you just smiled, pressing your lips to his as you whispered against his mouth, “then die happy.”

[nottsangel]

obsession — r.c.

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

warnings: smut 18+, vaginal sex, degradation and praise, edging, jealousy, mutual masturbation, established relationship, cursing, possessive and toxic behaviour

word count: 1.5k

summary: rafe shows his possesive and jealous side for the first time when he sees you flirting with JJ

a/n: a short fic to get back into writing!

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Your body flinched at the sound of the front door slamming shut as your back faced your boyfriend, who you started dating only a few weeks ago. Anticipation raged through your body due to a mix of excitement, as well as fear for what is to come. The air was tense— the only sounds being Rafe’s footsteps slowly nearing you and you didn’t dare to move even an inch. Seconds felt like hours before he was close enough that you could hear him inhaling deep and slowly as his head moved closer to yours, feeling his hot breath on your neck.

“Such a naughty fucking girl, aren’t you?” he growled, his voice deep and raspy. You squeezed your thighs together, feeling embarrassed that his voice alone could turn you on like this. “Flirting with JJ in front of me, huh? You think I’m fucking stupid?” Without wasting any more time, he quickly grabbed your arm, making you squeal, and dragged you to the bedroom.

His strong hand was wrapped around your wrist almost imperceptibly tight as your wobbly legs struggled to keep up with the quick pace he was walking at. He violently pushed the bedroom door open, causing it to bounce back against the wall, then slammed it shut with force. His eyes looked from you to the bed with a nod of his head, signalling for you to get on it. You followed his instructions, climbing into the king-sized bed and gazing up at him obliviously with wide innocent eyes. “Such a pretty girl” Rafe hissed as he paced around the room, uncertain of how to deal with his emotions, “but fuck, you are so… so dumb” he rubbed his temples in frustration with the palm of his hands as he sighed loudly. You gulped while eyeing him— you had never experienced anything like this with Rafe before, as you were still in the idyllic honeymoon phase of your fresh relationship.

“Take your clothes off. All of it” he ordered with a harsh expression on his face and folded arms that accentuated his toned muscles. You raised an eyebrow in mild curiosity but you knew better than to question him, so you removed your dress before stripping off your underwear as well. His eyes darkened, scanning every inch of your body.

“Here’s what we’re going to do. You-“ he started before you interrupted him, wanting to explain your perspective on the situation, communicating as normal couples would— but you soon realised that you and Rafe were anything but a typical couple. “Rafe, I can ex-“ “God, j-just… shut up for a moment, alright?” he cut you off exasperatedly, gradually losing his patience with every word you spoke. He quickly collected himself by taking a deep breath and closing his eyes for a brief moment before looking at you again. “I do the talking here and you will simply listen, got that?” you nodded obediently, not wanting to irritate him any further.

“Spread your legs for me” he instructed with a stern expression on his face, not showing any emotion whatsoever. You slowly parted your legs while leaning on your elbows, giving him a view that made him painfully hard in an instant. No matter how many times he saw you naked, he was always in awe of your figure. His facial features softened as his mouth slightly opened, gaping at your naked body in awe. “Like what you see?” you asked him teasingly, your head cocking to the side as you moved your hand over your tits. Your words pulled him out of his trance instantly. He gulped as he tried to regain his composure again, but the evident boner in his pants told you enough, making you chuckle.

“Shut up and touch yourself for me, alright?” he ordered agitatedly, trying to regain his power. You nodded while maintaining intense eye contact as your hand travelled to your core excruciatingly slow, teasing not only him but also yourself. Your fingers gathered the wetness and then brought them to your mouth, sucking on them while you continued to gaze at your boyfriend innocently. He groaned weakly, fighting the urge to flip you over and pound into you right then and there. Your hand found its way back to your cunt, drawing slow circles on your clit. All the stress from the day vanished as your head fell back with your mouth agape, eyes fluttering shut while moaning Rafe’s name softly.

You were so absorbed in the moment that you forgot about your boyfriend standing before you, still eyeing you. When you slowly opened your eyes, the unexpected sight in front of you made your cunt clench around nothing as you grew increasingly wetter. Rafe had freed his erection from his pants and stroked it slowly while still staring at you intensely, biting his lip. 

“God, you’re fucking hot” Rafe groaned, keeping his gaze fixed on you as his hand picked up speed. The intense eye contact, the mutual masturbation, the sounds of the heavy rain outside, the smug fucking smile on your boyfriend’s face— all of it felt so sensual and passionate, both of you fully immersed in the moment.

“On your hands and knees. Now” he commanded after a while, pulling you out of your trance. You followed his instructions, your back facing him on the bed. You heard the sounds of clothes being removed as you waited impatiently. Footsteps neared you before he positioned himself behind you, his cock teasing your entrance.

Before you knew it, he pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, causing you to moan out loudly at the sudden feeling. Your face was pushed aggressively onto the mattress as Rafe quickly pounded into you at a relentless pace, having no difficulty finding your g-spot in an instant. You moaned but your voice was muffled, causing Rafe to grip your hair and push your head towards him, resting it on his shoulder. His blue eyes gazed intently into yours as he thrusted into you, wetness trickling down the inside of your thighs. It felt so intense— feeling so close to him as the moonlight seeping through the blinds illuminated your boyfriend’s beautiful features.

“Scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to” he growled while not breaking eye contact. “F-fuck Rafe, feels so good” you cursed, your eyes slowly fluttering shut. Rafe chuckled cockily before peppering your neck in sloppy kisses. “I know baby, I know”

His hand moved to your core, rubbing fast circles on your clit. The way his cock hit perfectly inside you, his fingers tracing circles on your swollen clit so skilfully— your vision began to blur as you got closer to your release. You were ready to let go when Rafe abruptly stopped all his movements and pulled out— the sudden feeling of emptiness making your eyes shoot open in an instant.

“W-what are you doing? I was so close!” you whined, the feeling of your release slowly ebbing away. His hand sneaked around your throat, applying slight pressure as he smirked down at you. “My dumb bunny. You really thought I would let you cum just like that? You think you deserve that?”

“I-“ before you could say anything else, he pushed you onto your back and eyed you up and down while licking his lips, his gaze intense. He lowered himself to kiss you, pinning his arms beside your head before whispering in your ear, “I will kill any man that ever dares to come that close to you again, alright?” you nodded, not being able to fully process his words due to the desperation you’re feeling as he gave you a quick kiss on your cheek. “Now open your pretty legs for me”

You did as he asked and he pushed himself back into you without any warning, causing you to moan out loudly. He wasted little time in getting to a fast tempo that made you see stars. It felt so perfect, the sensation overwhelming you as you gripped his biceps firmly, your nails digging into his skin. You wrapped your legs around his waist, giving him an angle to go even deeper. He hit all the right spots within you, causing you to near your release once again.

“You want to cum, hm?” he asked, sensing that you were close. “Tell me who you belong to. Tell me who can make you feel this good” he groaned as he continued pounding into you. “Fuck! Y-you, Rafe! Only you!” he chuckled as his hand travelled to your clit again, applying slight pressure while rubbing fast circles. “Good girl”

A few more thrusts and your orgasm washed over you, feeling even more intense than usual. You clenched around him as you moaned out loudly, your body shaking under him.

After a few moments, you came down from your high, your chest rapidly rising and falling. Your eyes slowly opened at the sound of his voice, “How many drinks did you get from JJ tonight, hm?” he asked, his hand affectionately brushing some of your hair from your face as he stared at you from above. You tilted your head in confusion, astounded by the sudden question as you breathed heavily, still recovering from your orgasm. “Uhm… four” “I see” he said with his palm resting on your cheek as his thumb drew slow circles on your skin. “Three more orgasms to go then, pretty girl”

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7 and 7 | quinn hughes

pairing; qh43 x fem!reader

warning(s); drinking (sharing a drink???) making out (but no smut)

word count; blurb | 0.55k

author's note; this is sooooo self indulgent. you might think the drink thing is nasty, and maybe it is, but it's so hot to me (is this a judgement free zone?!) missed you guys, have had so much writers block recently. ugh. anyways, i'd love to hear your thoughts. love ya. -mari.

"I think that guy is flirting with Y/N," Brock comments, giving Quinn a nudge in the shoulder as he gestures towards the bar. Quinn's brows furrow in confusion, his attention drawn to you. You're dressed in a skin-tight little black dress that ends halfway above your knees, a silhouette that commands attention. At the bar, another man stands, leaning against the counter, fully turned towards you, engaging in conversation.

"Yeah, looks like it," Quinn agrees, his teeth grazing over his bottom lip in a contemplative manner as he absentmindedly stirs the straw around his now-empty glass. His gaze remains fixed on the unfolding scene between you and the mystery guy.

"Are you gonna go over there?"

Quinn shakes his head, a confident yet calm assurance in his response. He's not worried in the least. While he'd intervene if you signaled any distress, he trusts you implicitly, and knows you can handle yourself well.

He doesn't even notice when Brock excuses himself to go to the bathroom; Quinn is too entranced by you to realize he's now the sole occupant at the table.

His attention remains fixed on you, captivated by the sight of your head thrown back in laughter. The bartender places two drinks in front of you, and Quinn watches intently as you take both in your hands. A brief exchange of words occurs between you and the mystery guy, and then, with a graceful turn on your heels, you make your way back to the booth where Quinn and the others were situated.

"Babe!" You exclaim animatedly, stumbling to a pause to set the drinks down before practically falling to claim your spot on Quinn's lap. His hands instinctively wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he inhales your signature scent—Japanese Cherry Blossom. "Tyler over there bought our drinks, isn't that so sweet of him?"

Both of you glance back at the bar where he still stands, his face a mix of confusion and shock. Quinn knows Tyler expected you to go to the booth of girls just in front of the two of you, and that causes his lips to twist into a small smirk. Quinn raises his glass to him, nodding his head as a salute. Effortlessly, he tilts the glass against his lips.

"Good?" you ask.

"Mhmm," he responds, his tongue briefly darting out to catch stray drips of whiskey on his bottom lip. "You want some, baby?"

You nod eagerly, and he brings the glass up to his lips once more. Before you can fully process the motion, his hand gently grips the skin of your neck, tilting your head back ever so slightly. Straightening up, he latches his lips to yours. The full-bodied, sweet and smoky liquid filters into your mouth with grace, and you swallow quickly before Quinn engages your tongue in a passionate dance.

Your throat burns from the alcohol as Quinn kisses you with intensity, his lower hand reaching down to grip your thigh, his fingers trailing upwards towards your heat. A moan escapes your lips, and it gets caught in Quinn's throat as continues his assault on your lips. He only pulls away when he begins to feel lightheaded, but not before his teeth latch onto your bottom lip. A whine leaves you, both from pain and the loss of contact of Quinn's lips against yours.

As you exhale heavy breaths, you lock eyes with him, his pupils dilated from a potent mix of alcohol and lust. Remnants of your dark red lipstick stain his, messily ending just above his chin. Quick to address the aftermath, you grab a napkin from the table and attempt to wipe off his mouth.

Quinn pulls you into his side, and you lean your head on his shoulder. He glances slightly to the side, noticing Tyler is gone. "Good?" he asks.

You squeeze his hand, a tipsy smile on your lips. 'Mhmm."

[iheartjohnlennon]

hi do you think you could do some early john smutty/fluffy head cannons

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Headcanon(s); Your relationship with teddy boy John!

Scenarios

• John gets jealous awfully easily, occasionally to the point of aggression. But he can't help it, he can't help wanting you, he can't help loving you, he's just a boy.

The room was dimly lit, soft strains of the blues filled every sense.

John seemed distracted to the people around him, and that's because he was.

He languidly watched as the other boy laughed with you. Your back against the wall and your faces close.

'What the fuck are they talking about?' John thought to himself, genuinely baffled by your audacity to flirt with someone who wasn't him, right in front of him. 

And he couldn't shake the feeling, it was a vile feeling.

He was a few drinks deep and didn't mind causing trouble.

You excused yourself from the conversation with a smile. John seized the opportunity and came up to you, yanking you away.

"Y/N." He gripped your wrist firmly as he made you walk with him. 

You were concerned by his demeanour, "John, what's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" He mimicked your voice.

"Why are you acting like this?" 

Though it was a party, he found a secluded place.

His voice was edged with a familiar bitterness. "Actin' like what? Just curious about your new boyfriend is all." 

You tried pulling away, but he wouldn't relent, leaving a mark. 

"He's just a friend, John. Stop it."

• John gets quite emotional, though it's rare that he shows it in something that isn't anger. In the dark hours of the night, when the world past his window is quiet, he finds himself overwhelmed by the weight of his love for you. You'll be laying in bed together after he's made you cum, then he'll turn to you, hand nervously rubbing your back as he pours his heart out in whispers.

• The sex is good and frequent. He's insatiable with you, wanting to have you anywhere at any time. And you lost his virginity to him, so he's all you've ever known.

"Johnny, I'm bored." You whispered, rubbing circles on his chest. 

"Let's shag then."

• John loves giving you little gifts. He gifts you like it's Valentine's Day everyday. He waits for you after you finish school and or work just to give you your gifts, usually food or girly things he knows you'll like.

You stepped out the gates, feeling heavy.

You spotted John, he was waiting just outside for you. He looked handsome in his leather jacket. He leaned casually against a wall, a half-smoked cigarette dangling from his lips.

He was distinctive from everyone else.

Very, distinctive.

As you approached, John swiftly stubbed out the cigarette, his cool demeanor giving way to genuine concern. 

A grin stretched across his face when you walked up to him, "There you are, love. Missed you like mad today."

Without missing a beat, he pressed you against a nearby wall and kissed you. It was wet, he was rubbing his tongue against yours feverently.

"I missed you too, Johnny." You mumbled against his mouth.

Whatever noise was in the background faded as John pulled away, his eyes filled with genuine lust. 

He sheepishly handed you a small bouquet, a mix of wildflowers, and a bag of little foods, all your favourites. 

"Got these for you, Y/N."

"Oh, John, you didn't have to..."

John smiled, "But I wanted to, love. Anything for you."

You hugged him close. "Awe, thank you. I love you."

As you started walking to your home, his arm found its familiar place around your waist, drawing you closer.  

"Love you too, darling. Anything interesting happen today?"

Your steps fell into a comfortable rhythm, as you strolled down the streets of Liverpool.

• John likes taking you absolutely everywhere with him, when he can of course. He gets clingy and he begs you to come out with him all the time - and it's always a good time. 

Pebbles tapped against your window. You sighed, recognising the familiar signal that only John seemed to think was subtle.

Opening the window, you glanced down to find John in your small garden, looking up at you with puppy-dog eyes.

"Seriously? What are you doing here?" You said, trying to be quiet. 

"Missed ya, love. Fancy a chat?" He replied. 

You rolled your eyes but couldn't hide the hint of a smile.

Silently, you made your way downstairs and cautiously opened the garden door with a click.

You crossed your arms, "What. Is this something good?"

He grinned, "It is. Promise."

"So, I was thinkin', tomorrow, you should skip school and spend the day with me."

"Skip? Oh John, you know I can't just..."

John cut you off, "Course you can. It's just one day. Besides, I've got plans, and you wouldn't want to miss out on all the fun, now would ya?"

She sighed, knowing that arguing with John when he was in this mood was bloody futile.

"Fine, John. Tomorrow, I'll be off. But seriously, next time, just call. Why all the sneaking around?"

"Nah, wanted to see your pretty face, didn't I?"

"Smooth talker, aren't you?"

John leaned in, "Can I come in then? Just for a bit."

You leaned in, planting a quick kiss on his lips.

"No, John. Go home to your aunt. I'll see you tomorrow."

You watched as he reluctantly climbed back over the fence, a satisfied grin on your face.

Part 2?? 🤭

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of Both Worlds (Part 6)

tw: reader being cringefail, vomiting and mild yandere

Part 7

You told him the address of a house five blocks away from your home. Although you prefer him over Montgomery at the moment, you're still not comfortable with him knowing exactly where you live.

He kept his eyes on the road and lips sealed. He looks neutral, but you would appreciate simply acknowledging what you said. An 'okay' would have sufficed, but he was silent.

Until he opened his mouth to speak a minute later.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

You were about to say yes immediately, but something about that question unnerved you. Why would he ask that? Of course, you're sure, it's your 'home'! You confirmed it and left the conversation at that.

He wordlessly nodded and proceeded to drive. You held the awkwardness in the air, Yves merely enjoying the noiseless ride with you next to him.

You began to subconsciously fidget, feeling uneasy not talking to him and worrying about him finding out you're bluffing about your address. You caused a burn on his hand, you ditched him and now you're insinuating that you don't trust him enough to even let him know where you live.

Well, it isn't your fault. He's the one acting strange and giving mixed signals. Wait... was it mixed signals or unclear messages? You don't know and you feel the urge to just swing the car door open, jumping out onto the highway feels more bearable than this.

Yves is just so confusing to you. He does things that are the textbook definition of flirting. But the friendship wasn't even established yet. Of course, you know that romantic relationships can exist after a day or two in the context of dating websites. However, you didn't meet Yves through one nor was he clear if he wanted to pursue a relationship with you. Maybe he's toying with you? Whatever the reason is, you don't think you should maintain contact with him if he makes you feel all kinds of uncertainties.

You asked yourself, why are you doing this again aside from your horniness or loneliness? He's most likely seeing you as this pet.

Right, you were guilty of spilling his drink and rudely leaving the cafe. Correct, you're doing this to make it up to him, he wanted your company for whatever reason and you're giving it to him. That's it, this doesn't mean anything else, he's definitely not interested in you. This is a transaction and nothing more, you have to cut him off from your life for your own good.

Who gives a damn if you offend him one last time, it's not like you were ever eligible for him anyways. It hurts for you to admit it to yourself, but you have to eat the cold hard truth.

While you're having your inner monologue, Yves periodically checks on your fidgeting from the corner of his eyes. Whatever you're thinking about, it's consuming your entire attention reserve, since you didn't even realize that he's been driving in circles around the block you claimed to live at.

In the end, his car slows to a stop. He parked parallel to the pavement, you hastily unbuckled your seat belt as he pulled on his handbrake.

He looks at you blankly. You expressed your gratitude by promising to get out of his hair as soon as possible. Swinging the door open, you stumbled out of the car. Yves switched the engine off before getting out as well, he helped you retrieve your bag from the back seat.

You tried to grab it off him, but he only strolled forward.

The dread grows larger and larger as he reaches the porch of this unknown house. He waited for you at the front door.

You sighed, trudging towards him in defeat. Still holding onto that glimmer of hope that he hands you the sack and leaves you alone for the night. Or forever.

But even when you're a foot away from the door. He's still there.

You clenched your fists and turned to face him. Staring him straight in the eyes, you needed to crane your neck up because he was too tall for you.

"I'm disappointed that you think my intentions were nefarious." His arms are crossed. "I was hoping you would be upfront with me about it."

At this point, you're too tired to go through his mental obstacle course. You gave him a firm apology, told him that you're grateful for the lift and you're going to be fine from here.

And as if the universe has a personal vendetta against you, a bright flash brightens the night sky. Shortly after, angry grumbling from rolling thunderclouds resonated throughout the air. Almost immediately after, a column of falling droplets appeared in front of you. Luckily you're under the foyer, or you would have been drenched already.

You turned your head to see Yves's take on this. He watches you while leaning against the wall; still holding your bag and his own.

Horrible. If you didn't have your precious study materials, you would have just danced in the rain. But those papers and your barely functioning laptop are your lifelines. That's your only means of inventory too, if it gets soaked, you won't get to carry as much tomorrow.

You hung your head low, looks like you just have to show him the audacity.

Luckily, you didn't have to. Yves walked past you, guiding you out of the temporary rain refuge with his palm on your shoulder. A shadow is cast above and you look up to see him holding a black umbrella, protecting you and him from the droplets.

He walked you back to his car and secured your precious university materials.

You suppressed a scream in your hands. He slid into the driver's side, closing his umbrella and keeping it next to his seat.

The muffled pitter-patters and soft squeaking of his wipers filled the quietude.

You're at your limit, you just wanted to go home. You don't want to be around him for a minute longer, you're mortified to death and the shame you're experiencing is indescribable. Why did you have to slip on that day? Why weren't you looking when you were running to the cafe? How could you be so clumsy?

Why did he come in at such a time that you just HAVE to rely on him? What are you to Yves?

"You're certainly an interesting person, (name)."

You whipped your head to him and stare in horror. Did you mumble all of that out? He ignored your reaction as he fixed his hair in the mirror.

"You're alternating between putting me on a pedestal and being disrusting of me." He closed his mirror and pushed his sun visor back. Yves looked at you with a softened, amused gaze. "You're bold, yet you fear rejection."

You kept your eye on him, unsure where he's going with his lecture.

"You think I am more intimidating, more unattainable than your friends. Yet, you also pull away the same as soon as they reciprocate your interest in them. Just as you withdrew back into your shell when I expressed my interest in you."

He placed his hands on the steering wheel and positioned his legs to the pedals.

"You think you have more to lose, more pain to feel. Yet, you never considered what you could have gained. Hence, you would sabotage any and every progress you had made, excusing your shortcomings as bad luck."

An intense wave of nausea wash over you as you let his words sink.

"Such a sad and difficult life to live. Don't you think so, (name)?" A teasing smile graced his rouge lips.

You were rendered speechless. Yves just read you to filth straight to your face. There isn't anything to say, how do you respond to something like that? Tell him that he's wrong? Sock him in the face for hurting your massive ego by serving you the harsh reality on a silver platter?

"I only want to take you home. Where do you live, (name)?" He asked, turning his headlights back on. The questions started emerging in your head, mainly wanting to know how did he discover the dynamic between you and your 'friends'.

The words seem to be stuck in your throat, you just gawk at him in disbelief. You end up just closing your mouth and began pointing at where to go.

He lets out a soft chuckle. "Good. You're improving."

In the end, you quizzed him about his knowledge.

"You were watching me. It's only fair I do the same to you."

You expressed a shocked, visceral scream in response. What else did he know about you? Well, he's right. You shouldn't have stalked him in the first place, it doesn't feel so good to be the receiving end of it.

You feel sick now.

"There is a small waste basket to your right." He informed without taking a look at you, as if he knew you're about to vomit. Did you... physically looked green in the face? How did he-

In the end, you had to seal your mouth shut with your hand as bile rose up to your throat. Frantically searching for that bin Yves was talking about.

He didn't flinch or react at all when you emptied your stomach into the plastic lined receptacle. The sound of your retching and the smell of your own puke made you throw up even more.

Oh god, you feel like you're about to die. What happened? Was your stress level high enough to cause such a reaction?

"What did you eat prior to our meeting?"

Oh. Well that made sense. The takeaway shop wasn't the cleanest to begin with and you ate in Montgomery's biohazard of a car.

You continued heaving and spitting into the basket as you tried your best to give him directions.

-

You stumbled out of the car, latching onto his mini bin now sloshing with liquid. He held onto your waist, keeping your balance steady as he holds the umbrella, have his handbag hanging onto his elbow and carried your backpack.

You struggled to unlock the door because of it's rusted keyhole. Your landlord is a cheap person, but this is the only accommodation within your meagre budget.

Finally, you got the door open. Yves invited himself in and took the liberty to switch the lights on. You're too tired and food poisoned to protest, you just went in and set the bin down before slumping yourself on the ratty, cloth sofa.

Too exhausted to even care that Yves sat right next to you. Too drained to notice that he's wiping the sweat and puke off your face using multiple disposable wet wipes.

Your bloodshot eyes watched him collect the dirtied towels and disposed of them in the house trash can nearby. He knelt down to tie the plastic bag full of stomach acid and your partially digested food securely, removing it from the area as well. He then disappeared off to somewhere, seemingly searching for something by opening and closing every cabinet.

He came back with a new change of a plastic bag, he lined his own waste basket. After that, he went away to wash his hands.

God, you hope that he's not using your cheapskate housemate's items, they're going to demand you to replace it.

He came back drying his hands with a paper napkin. Yves returned to his seat on the sofa, next to you.

"I enjoyed your company today." He whispered, keeping his volume down as to not wake your housemates. "I'm looking forward to spend more time with you."

You nodded and gave him a weak thumbs up.

"I'll need your phone number, (name). Could you do that for me?" He placed a warm hand on the top of your thigh, to get your attention from your sickened stupor.

You shrugged and weakly pulled your phone out of your pocket. It slipped your hand but Yves caught it in time. You unlocked it for him, he went ahead to dial his number in it.

Yves gave himself a missed call from your phone to give an illusion that he organically collected your number. It's not like you would notice this detail when you're too occupied fighting the urge to spew all over the living room. But he likes to be careful.

"Would you like me to stay with you?"

The question alone made you vomit into the bin again. Right after you sputter the last of the chunks, you said no. Repeatedly. You definitely do not want him here. You definitely do not want your housemate to grill you about a hot, rich and classy 'friend'. They're going to pester you into introducing them to him.

"I understand." He rubbed your back soothingly. You let out a grunt as you threw yourself back onto the sofa.

He repeated the entire ritual as before, except now he knew where to find the trash bags.

"Call me." He stood up and slung the straps of his handbag around his shoulder. "I'll take my leave now."

You mumbled 'bye' and something about locking the door as he left before closing your eyes.

Your eyelids drew open when you felt a pair of supple lips giving you an appreciative kiss on the cheek. Suddenly, the tips of your ears became boiling hot.

You hear his heels clacking on the creaky wooden floor. The hinges whined as he opened the door.

"Rest well." He wished you with a low voice.

You stared into the abyss as he closed the door, hearing the familiar click of the knob when he shut it behind him.

Today, you flunked your exams. Ate dubious takeaway in a weirdo's nasty car, caused your crush to burn his hand, ditched him halfway into the 'date', got caught red-handed not trusting your crush, got severe food poisoning, and puked in your crush's luxury car.

And that was all worth it for a singular kiss on the cheek.

You pulled out your phone one more time to check your reflection.

There is an obvious red, lipstick print right under your cheekbone.

[charlesxavierthirster3000]

Heyy mills! Hopefully you're ok with requests rn, if not feel free to ignore this <3 How do you feel about writing angsty Logan fics? I got a sort of idea of Logan giving fem reader mixed signals, probs cause he's so obsessed with Jean 🙄😮‍💨 but she's (reader) helplessly in love w him and he keeps flirting with her but then also flirting with Jean and she's just sad and conflicted?? Maybe Logan's aware of her feelings too but he doesn't know how to navigate those feelings so he keeps playing this game not knowing (or knowing) that it's hurting the reader? You can choose happy/sad ending but I just wanted to get the idea out hehe (and sorry it's super long :0)

Oml this is such an interesting plotline ☹️ I love angsty Logan but I never knew what typa plot to establish 😚😚 Dw abt the length of your request btw! It's even better bcs I have a lot to work off of :3 Thank you sm for requesting, I'll start working on it soon <3

[not-goldy]

It's what happens when you purposely push boundaries and skirt into non platonic biting each other's necks, sucking ears, birthday thirst traps, ramen comments and give each other blue balls for no reason, cause then when you get together there this tension, you don't know what to do with. Its goes from playful online flirting to here we are, now its either put up or shut up, put your money where you mouth is and you both coward down. You made your messy beds JIkook, now you lay in it.

I say Lock yourselves away without cameras, without people, without members and get things straight. It was only a matter of time before one or both caught the butterflies and now they're in this place where maybe its awkward & borderline petty. And FYI Its not fun leading people on and if I were Jimin, I wouldn't blame him if he picked up mixed signals from Jk cause Why that kind of bday video? Why all the lives all about me? chasing me around, cause what you're doing when I'm not there isn't matching up to what you're doing when I'm here. Its giving DL hook ups and could be why Jimin did keep his at arm's length for the most part. Whatever is going on, I hope they get it squashed before Jeju and Japan, cause those first two episodes were well, they were something.

Jikook can't get things straight 🤧

[karshown]

|| or are you just JEALOUS? || ❦ toji x blkreader // pregnant reader btw // (babygumi)

REALLY SHORT STORY - Toji just being jealous about how close you and Suguru being // basically a really short oneshot.

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Toji mixed with the emotion of jealousy amused you to the core, it was fun seeing him get all fired up over someone even doing the slightest bit of light flirting with you, to the point that he just had to hurry and get you pregnant, you were just that important, that special to carry around his mini him within you.

Even that though, couldnt stop men from craving you, wanting you regardless of the fact that you'll soon be giving birth to a beautiful but smaller version of Toji Fushiguro. They didn't care, couldnt stop them from even making the slightest bit of flirty remarks.

"Like I couldn't take Y/N from you in a second." Suguru blurted out as he followed it with a slight laugh, trying to signal it was a light joke. Toji obviously took it deeply & found it not even the smallest bit of humorous, he slammed the little bit of cards left in his hands of uno on to the table as he glared at Suguru.

"Cut your fucked up bullshit Suguru." Toji clenched his fists as he was clearly not amused by the light joke that his close friend had made, during the whole thing you just sat and observed from afar as you held your laugh in. Meanwhile Toji was ready to tear Suguru apart you sat on the couch comfortably watching '20th Century Girl' for the third time this week as it just keeps getting better and better each time around.

Seeing Toji already getting fired up only seconds into the game stirred something up inside of you to trigger it some more, just for your enjoyment thats all, no biggie.

You sat up as you made your way off of the couch slowly but gradually walking over to the dining room table where Toji and Suguru sat across from each other under the long table. They resumed the game as Toji noticed you coming over, it always made him laugh seeing you wobble with a big stomach, he simply couldn't hold a single giggle back everytime he watched you walk.

Toji expected you to come over to him, not Suguru, so when you stopped by Suguru and began to ask him if he was thirsty he had but had it up to there, the smirk on Sugurus face caused Toji to completely lose it all, he forced Suguru out of the house in less than seconds. Maybe Toji was doing the absolute most, but to him it was what was needed especially when something involved the only woman that he actually gave two shits about.

Not too long after Suguru left it was clear Toji was giving you 'the silent treatment' which caused you to continuously sigh trying to catch his attention as Toji plopped down onto the couch angrily, huffing and puffing. His face basically fully red, you stood in the kitchen holding back a serious laugh, you couldn't help but plaster a smirk on your face as you made your way to Toji, as much as he tried to ignore you, he simply couldn't.

You stood in front of him as he tried his best to stand on BUSINESS, but truly from what you seen, business was standing on every bit of Toji.

Soon enough Toji gestured for you to sit on his lap by tapping his right leg twice, you quickly obliged as even after that he refused to make any direct eye contact with you, which forced you to forcefully grab his face and turn him to face you.

"Stop being madddd, baby please." that was enough to make him grab your face aggressively and pull you into a deep kiss, as much as he begged for you to open your mouth silently just for you two to play 'tongue wars' he knew he wouldn't be able to hold himself back after that, nor would he want to put his unborn baby in any harms way.

You soon broke the kiss as you stared deeply into his emerald green eyes, he knew he wanted to be angry so bad right now, but he couldn't force himself to be anymore.

"I love youuu" I quietly said as I nuzzled my face into his neck, as I inhaled the light smell of his usual cologne I soon heard him say it back in a lightly rough tone.

"I love you too,"

[theinheriteddutchess]

Nobody else

Chapter 3

Pairing: Chase Collins x reader

Word count: 2283

Warnings: manipulation, misuse of magic, innocent character, sexual content, dark Chase so I am just warning about that in general.

Notes: really like to know if you liked it. It's all going to build up. Anyway onto part 3💕

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Masterlist * series Masterlist

Part 1 * part 2

Chase made sure to stick by you after that. There wasn't a day he didn't spend with you, making sure you went and came back from school safe. Spending time afterwards getting ice cream, or going to his home or yours. Your mother insisted on leaving your bedroom door open and it amused you. It was just Chase after all. He wouldn't do anything. Besides you two were alone at his house, she couldn't always supervise.

You liked taking naps when he was around, feeling calmer knowing he watched over you. You often laid down with him nearby or next to you, always a smile ready as soon as your eyes connected. You felt much better once you got enough sleep. You didn't feel so heavy anymore.

You wondered if he had enough time to spend with Kate. The two of them had been flirting from what you could see, and she seemed very taken with him. But you didn't know if they were together. Chase didn't really talk about her, and distracted you if you tried asking about it. You assumed they might be. And worried if she would have a problem with you being here with him.

You did try to tell him, but he smiled at you everytime you did and said, “Don't worry, she's not a problem.”

“But.. She's your girlfriend, right?”

He snorted. “I would not call her that.”

“What would you call her?”

“A friend?” He moved next to you on the couch and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “But not my best friend, of course.”

You bumped his shoulder with your head affectingly. “I don't want to cause problems for you.”

“The only problem I want to have is you. And you're not much of a problem at all.”

“Would you tell me? If I'm in the way?” You sounded small again, but you couldn't help but worry. You didn't want to be a burden. And yet, you couldn't stand the thought of losing him.

“You would never be in the way.”

“But if-”

He interrupted your sentence and grabbed your chin to turn you towards him. “You will never be in the way.”

You nodded. You believed him. It was hard not to when he looked so fiercely.

And so life continued. 

There were times when you hated going home, because he couldn't be there when you went to sleep. It always felt much easier when he was in the room.

Your mother watched you sometimes, a frown on her face. Yet, she didn't say anything. 

She sometimes asked you to stay home and watch a movie with her, or help her with some chores. Maybe she felt a little lonely. You were getting older, and you would move out at some point. You didn't want her to be alone. After your father, she never dated again. You wondered if she didn't want to, or was scared to. Maybe once she had the place to herself she might consider it. You only hoped it would be someone nice. Someone she felt safe with. Who was good to her.

In the weekend, there often was a swimming competition, and you made sure to show up as often as you could to support Chase.

Sarah sat next to you to watch Caleb, but Kate seemed absent most of the time. Maybe it was hard to see Pogue, but didn't she want to see Chase? 

You cheered along with Kate, even if you were on opposite sides and she brought snacks to share. It was one of the only times you liked spending time with another, beside your best friend. She had a very calm presence. Bubbly, yes, but in such a friendly way it would never feel annoying. It wasn't that hard to talk to her.

“Kate says she's sick, but I think she just wants to avoid Chase,” she informed you when you asked her about her friend.

“Why?”

“Because he's not that into her.” She shrugged. “He's been giving mixed signals for a while. Sure, he's charming, but when it comes to actually spending time together, one on one, he's bailing.”

“I thought they were together.” You were surprised, glancing over at where Chase was waiting to start. He smiled proudly at you once he saw you staring.

“Oh no,” she shook her head. “She hoped they would be by now, but he's not taking the hint. I don't think he wants her as much as she wants him.”

“Oh.” You looked down. You had thought they were dating, but now his behavior made sense. He either was interested but didn't dare to take the next step, or he wasn't interested at all and he was playing her. And that didn't sound very nice.

There wasn't much time to think further about it though, because the guys got into position and the start sign sounded shortly after.

You were always amazed how quick Chase was in the water. How strong his strokes were. At times like these you understood why all the girls were drawn to him. He looked good. You could say it. It was the truth.

He won. Of course. And you cheered and jumped with excitement. Which was unlike you, but you couldn't care if anyone stared, you were just happy for your friend.

You went home with him afterwards. He was bragging a little, but you didn't mind. It made you giggle.

“Yes I know you won. I was right there, remember?”

“I'm glad you were. So you could witness my victory firsthand.”

“I witnessed everything,” you laughed again.

“What do you mean?”

“Those speedos are a little tight.”

“You’ve noticed the speedos?” He smirked. “Are you being a dirty girl?”

Your mouth dropped. “No! I just noticed they're tiny.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “What else did you notice?”

“Nothing. Chase, come on.” You were embarrassed, avoiding his gaze.

“You saw anything you liked?”

“Chase! I wasn't looking looking, I just think they could be bigger. Everyone can see everything.”

“I sometimes forget how innocent you are,” he chuckled. “Personally, I don't mind if you see everything. I got nothing to be ashamed of.”

You hid your face with your hands. “I'm not having this conversation!” 

His following laugh sounded loud in your ears.

At his home you ate some lunch, and then crashed on the couch. He put up some program, but both of you weren't paying much attention.

“You seriously never thought about it?”

“Thought about what?” You looked at him.

“Sex.”

You sputtered. “Chase! What? No!”

“Never?” He sounded incredulous. His eyes traveling over your face to search for something. A lie?

“Who am I supposed to think about? I don't like anyone.. I've never thought about liking anyone. Boys never seemed nice enough.” You mumbled. You know it wasn't normal. You were too old to not have had at least a crush, or even noticed someone. But you just didn't.

“Am I not nice enough?”

“Well, yeah, but it's different. You're my friend. And they are…they're just boys.” You didn't know how else to explain.

He seemed to think for a moment. “I never liked girls as much either.”

You laughed. “Oh come on! You dated lots of them. I know you did. You told me.”

“Hooked up. Not dating. Didn't like them that much.”

“That's harsh.” You felt bad for them. They probably liked him plenty. How could they not.

“No, that's the truth. I didn't care about them. They're fake and vain and mean. Not like you. You are the realest person I know.

“Sarah said you aren't dating Kate,” you asked him. Feeling this was a good time to bring it up.

He glanced at you. “We aren't.”

“Why didn't you tell me? I thought you did.”

“It wasn't important.”

“I don't get you at times,” you sighed.

“You get me more than anyone in this world.”

“Now you're being sappy,” you teased.

“Oh yeah, I'm being sappy?” His hand sneaked under your shirt to tickle your waist. You shrieked. 

“Stop! No, don't.”

“Still ticklish, huh?”

“I hate you!” You half laughed, half cried.

“No, you love me,” he told you, his face above yours, looking into your eyes.

“Of course I do,” you agreed. “You're my best friend.”

He leaned back, sighing. “Alright bestie, what do you want to see?” He lifted the remote.

“The neverending story.”

“Again?”

“I just like it.” You shrugged, settling into his side. You had always loved the movie. Maybe it was the fantasy element of it, or maybe it was about the sad, scared kid that became a hero at the end. You and Chase must've watched that movie a 1000 times. He never complained though. He always watched with you.

It was halfway through the movie you started yawning.

“Go to sleep sweetheart.”

“No I want to watch,” you complained softly, although your eyes were falling shut.

“Sleep, I'll watch over you”

And so you did.

Your dream started peacefully. Light colors, soothing and calm. And somewhere it started changing, the fog lifting and there was a person. Not a person, someone familiar.

“I just want you to relax,” it said. So you did, you trusted him. You felt so heavy and yet so light. Floating softly in slumber. There was this pressing sensation though. A warmth…a touch. The Voice kept talking, so soft, so sweet.

“I've wanted you so much.”

You moaned. You think it is you who is, anyway, you feel so…alive. You feel…you feel.

His face is above you, his lips are pressing the softest kisses on your lips, coaxing you open. You do, for him.

It's so different. You didn't expect it. He's so gentle. There's warmth on your waist, moving up. Everything feels nice. You want to lift your hands and grab him but it's like they're grasping air.

“This is about you,” he says. “Just let me.”

You do, you let him.

He feels everything. His touch is on your chest, between your legs, and you moan again. You never felt anything like this. You can hardly breathe, the sensations being overwhelming, almost too much. But his voice is guiding you through it, coaching you on and soothing you at the same time.

Then you look down. His face is between your legs, your legs around his shoulders. How did he get there? He wasn't there a moment before. You're confused.

“Stop thinking, sweetheart. It felt nice, didn't it? Let me make it feel even better.”

You don't know if it is better. You feel like you're dying. Your breath hitches at the first touch of his tongue. The next is putting shivers through your whole body. You whine and he hums, the vibration that much more intense. You want to grab him, but you can't. You can't touch him at all. You just lay there while he continues, his only focus on you.

It doesn't take long. You never experienced this, and your body just unleashes unexpectedly. You can't even understand your own noises.. They keep coming, while your body clenches and unclenches desperately. 

“So beautiful.” The Voice says just as breathless. “You are so beautiful. You did so well for me. You're so good.”

It gives you a warm feeling. You were good. You were loved. You want to hold onto this feeling forever. 

But you don't. You wake up with a startle. You're still on the couch, sagged against Chase…the movie seemingly ended a while ago.

Looking up, he is watching you with a fierce expression on his face. You blink. You can't completely figure out what just happened. But you still see it in front of you. His face between your legs. His voice in your head. His fingers all over you, making you feel so warm, so good.

You stand up almost with a jump. “Sorry!”

“For what?” He chuckles, sitting back with a satisfied smirk. “Sleeping?”

“I, no.. yes.” You stumble over your words. Sorry for dreaming about you. Sorry for making you touch me in my dream. You can't say that. You'd be mortified if he knew. You can't tell him.

“I forgot the time. Mom’s probably waiting for me.”

“It's not even 5 yet,” he protests.

“I wanted to do my homework tonight, so I don't have to do it last minute.” You say, like you haven't already finished most of it. You feel a flash of guilt shooting through you. You don't like lying, especially not to him. It feels wrong.

“Well, can't keep you from being a good girl,” he snickers. “Come on, let's go, I'll bring you home.”

“Sorry,” you again say pointlessly. You can't help it, you feel like you've taken advantage of him.

His arm falls on your shoulder. “You got nothing to be sorry for, baby. I enjoy our time together, no matter how short.”

The trip back is uneventful and yet nerve-racking.. You can't stop thinking about it. How it felt. It still feels like your body is raw and sensitive. You wonder if the reality is just like it…

You basically jump out of the car when you're back home. And then stand awkwardly in front of it, trying to act normal and say goodbye.

“I'm going to call you before you go to sleep okay?” Chase says. “Just want to make sure you're fine. Don't work too hard.”

You nod. “I won't.”

“I'll see you tomorrow ok?’

You hadn’t made plans, but you couldn't say no. You didn't know how. You nodded again. “Okay,” you said smally.

“Can't wait,” he grinned at you. “Bye baby.”

You watched him go, until you couldn’t see him anymore. And even after, you still stood there waiting.

Part 4

[thewayuarent]

The main conflict of Sand and Ray

In my previous post about SandRay dynamic I was talking about Ray’s addiction and how it could influence their relationship. But this conflict is based on external factors - Ray's addiction, as the Sand’s savior syndrome are their important characteristics, but not so much the basis of their personalities as a consequence.

Third episode gave me an understanding of some key traits of their characters, which are the basis of their main, internal conflict. What I mean by that is they’ll have a lot of fights caused by some reason or another (addiction - possibly, Mew thing - definitely yes, financial status - maybe, whatever else I don’t know probably everything, this show is a mess) but all these fights are going to happen because they have completely different view on life.

Ray is living in the moment where tomorrow may never happen. In ep1 Sand make that comment

and personally, I’m not sure of Ray knows himself. He doesn’t think ahead. Moreover, he is prone to avoidance - his drinking in a way helps him not to think about what’s happening in his life. He actively seeks ways to not thinking.

So he finds Sand. I mean, of course he likes Sand, but what’s more important, he can turn all of his time and energy on that guy he knows for a couple of weeks or something. One night together and Ray immediately imprints on him like a baby duck? Sure, why not. They both agreed that will be one time thing? But it was good, they both want more, complexities what,

Sand, on the other hand, is basically opposite. He always thinks ahead. He gives up to the moments in ep 2, but he’s concerned about it immediately. He analyzes everything - Ray’s behavior and his problematic tendencies, his own reaction, their relationship - and I can guess comes to some disappointing conclusions.

He knows Ray is a problem. He knows relationship with Ray will be a problem. I find it very interesting to compare these two lines:

Ray is almost in self-defense mode he’s basically like “Oh no I gave mixed signals so this guy may think I’m into him but I’m so obviously not” (yes you are)

Where Sand is saying “I know you are problematic and I don’t need that in my life” (with those eyes yep I believe you)

So he resists. He reminds them both about their status as friends in (almost)every dialogue they have in this episode.

Except for this one. My boy, you are flirting hard, is there something with the air or what?

So he knows things can go off the rails very easy very fast. But he gives in to Ray - not once, but twice. Because while he can understand what’s bad for him, he’s still prone to it. Letting everything go and living in a moment is very attractive idea and I can get Sand easily here.

The problem is, he just can’t afford it. Sand is in a constant survival mode. He have several jobs, he does illegal stuff for money and he has no option but to think through every aspect of his life. He can’t just control some parts of it and let go on others, he needs clear vision of his future.

So yes, the financial aspect plays a big part in who they are. Ray is rich rich and therefore he has no need to think about tomorrow. He is safe. He doesn’t need to think about job, or count expenses, or worry about future. Sand does.

Offtop but I really love the little details about their financial statuses. Sand never eats in university cause money. Ray can start a hotel business after one phone call. And my favorite is the cigarette thing. As a smoker I know NOTHING in the world makes me put on a whole cigarette. Not even a hot guy. Apocalypse can wait while I finish it. So yeah this shot was my moment of realization that Ray is very rich I’m not joking.

So what do I think gonna happen next? Ray will continue to push through, Sand will continue to give up (resisting in a process and tho giving quite mixed signals). Eventually they’ll come to a moment when Ray’s inability to think ahead will hurt Sand. And Sand will probably hurt Ray back. And the rest is history (I honestly don’t know what’ll happen this show is a mess).

And of course their relationship is not only about conflict, I find them very depressing but still very promising. There are a lot of great interactions going here but that’s probably a theme for another post.

[viscari-a]

MariClaw AUs

AU thinking let's go. Bad boy x sunshine is a classic dynamic and I saw MariClaw (marinette x claw noir) and the possibilities are endless. Since I'm a love square shipper this is going to be MariClaw and Marinette x Emo!Adrien! Highkey I headcanon that Adrien became emo because Marinette did it first so I'm not going to dive into mechanics of why Adrien is emo but Marinette isn't. I would say 'maybe he watched too much anime' but the brand of claw noir feels a bit more more wattpad bad boy (back in 2016) than shoujo bad boy, depending on the shoujo. He's been pining for literal years AU

maybe she once gave him a bandaid, maybe he's always seen her from afar and curiousity became love, who knows! Point is, he's liked her for SO long and when he's given the chance to go to school, he's super excited because that's the school she goes to!! Cue manga cliches and the title is probably something like "The New Delinquent is Actually a Softie at Heart and He's is in Love With Me???" It could be so cliche, with very lighthearted and cute romcom moments. maybe a secret admirer AU!!

It could also be super angst/fluff. Marinette thinks the whole thing is a prank, or doesn't think he actually likes her, and it's the slowest burn or the most comedy romcom. OR it's the first person who appreciates her slash doesnt bully her (the standards are low here, kids, cause i'm going on the assumption she's heavily bullied), and it's a story of self-acceptance! All of these ideas assume that Adrien has the bravery to approach her and talk to her though :> (not quite romantically, thats up to you. Personally, I think he's too shy to be able to blatantly flirt) Integration of Claw Noir is possible is so many ways that I'm not going to go into it. He joined the Supreme to get back at her bullies + protect her AU I once read a villain!chat blanc fic where he and her are soulmates and he does questionable things like follow her around and is kind of wary but also curious. This would have the same vibes! Could also be more wholesome/pining where he stays in the shadows. Plus hurt/comfort when she realizes, plus the fact that his powers are corroding him! Sick fic potential Can also be a lovesquare enemies to lovers (+ mistaken/secret identity), if Ladybug is part of the Resistance and Claw Noir is with the Supreme ;) The Balcony cliche AU

Marinette has mixed feelings on the Supreme but there's one hero who she sees a lot (potential for pining on Claw's part) and it bothers her so much that one day she meets him on the balcony and gives him food and it becomes a Thing! Traditional Marichat vibes but with a more kuu/tsun-dere Noir

Reverse crush AU There's a certain brand of danmei where the MC is really really shy and it's a lot of angst until the ML realizes that the stoic MC is just shy and is actually the cutest, kindest person ever. This! Is! EmoAdrien x Marinette!! One of the potentials, anyway. Marinette thinks Adrien hates her because he keeps glaring/staring at her (and all the stares she's used to are judgemental ones), only talks to her in clipped sentences, and never goes near her. Then, something happens!! Maybe he gives his umbrella to an abandoned cat or something, idk. Point is, she gets more interested and it's a slow burn-ish progressive romance :) Now the above [she thinks he hates her] except he keeps partnering her with projects and events and everything and she's really confused by the mixed signals so can he please stop. I think everyone collectively died when EmoAdrien realized + quietly blushed in the movie so flirting would be SO fun here because both of them would get really embarrassed.

Secret Identity AU Maybe the secret is that he's Claw Noir or the secret is that he's Adrien Agreste but either way it'll be fun :> Maybe she hates his alt persona so he dies a little inside everytime she makes a comment or a jab and this can be either very comedic or very angsty or both Dengeki Daisy AU, same scenario, enough said. Would probably be more interesting if its Claw Noir + OG Adrien / Chat Noir + EmoAdrien, just to have more of a switch. (In Dengeki Daisy, MC has online friend A who she's never met, and a classmate B who she kind of hates. She talks to A about B, where she rants about B and A comforts her. A and B are the same people).

Manhwa style

Sweet, strong, feminine, girlboss MC? With a the stoic, rich, powerful, smitten ML? say less. He might be more of a tsundere than stoic, though. Gabriel Agreste is definitely the hidden boss. Could be the above but also a villainess/reincarnation/transmigation AU. Reincarnated into a game like an RPG or Stardew or something could also be fun, and bonus points if Mari liked him (as a character) before transmigation!

Gaming AU! Gaming AU. Maybe they meet in a game, on Discord, or because they're always playing at the same time and get matched? This is so beautifully canonical. Especially when Adrien is home schooled, he probably gets really attached to his online friend. And if they're both bullied?? they're each other's comfort (be careful to not let this be co-dependent, unless you're going for that). Can have secret identity AU. But, in my personal opinion, the super cute option is to also have them realize on their own! Maybe they've been doing discord calls for ages and recognize each other's voice. Maybe he's been telling her about the school and they realize they're going to attend the same one! Tbh this doesnt have to be mariclaw but the vibes are cute

Extra notes

Yeah Claw Noir doesn't have to have superpowers in all/most of the AUs

Marinette is a loner/bullied in most of these AUs because otherwise it feels a bit too much like a Mary Sue/self-insert (cute competent popular girl meets famous pretty emo boy who hates everyone except her). Can it be done if she's friends with Nino and Alya? Yep. Heavier themes on friendship where Alya (and maybe Nino) are more wary at first but grow to like him and help him be more self-confident. Less romance focus, more character development/trauma healing

If we're going with canon then for all of these, a true happy ending would involve the Supreme being dealt with, but I don't want to deal with that (plus I don't think we know who he is, anyway)

I realize a lot of these are a flavor of Chat Blanc but I had already written it all anyway

Personally, I am a sucker for smitten x insecure and EmoAdrien x OGMari fit that to a tee. Emo x Sunshine I have mixed feelings on because boi have I read a lot of that, but if it's done well it's super cute and MariClaw does that really well!! I could probably think of more AUs but I've already spent at least half an hour purely typing I pretty highly doubt I'll write any of these since they feel like longer fics + I don't have enough canon info on Claw Noir to comfortably characterize him; if anyone wants to write or draw something based on these then feel free to!

[pinktie]

Aoko being a fan of Hakuba links to her starting a detective club and being KID’s main rival in the oneshot as her last name was Holmes and Kaito’s was Lupin (It was called Nonchalant Lupin and was the prototype MK, many fans mourn what could have been), I like the idea that she has English heritage and he has French heritage partly because of this. When Hakuba was first introduced he is the ‘famous teen detective from London’ as he is all over the news and Aoko is super excited that he transferred into her class and we have a reverse of Kaito and Aoko's usual dynamic as Aoko imitates Hakuba’s pointing and saying ‘the culprit is you!’ as she saw him do it on TV (with no warning so he was shocked/confused before given context), while normally we see Kaito pretend he’s having a parasocial relationship with KID rather than researching for heists to provoke her into defending her Dad’s greatness/KID’s evilness in response.

Despite Hakuba being kind, this awareness of his celebrity status when being friendly/gentlemanly borderline flirting with fans like Aoko and the fact that he has all these camera’s flashing when he exposes and comforts suspects makes his good traits seem bad (he took offence to Kaito's tsundere behaviour on her behalf as it was rude and he's a gentleman so he bet that if he caught KID, Kaito's idol and the source of their dispute, he'd get to go to the concert with her instead of him which she agreed to). Other negative perception of him comes from when he often worked alone rather than involving Nakamori’s task force as he genuinely believed he was better than them at the beginning and how he often goes to somewhat extreme lengths to catch KID when he is in attendance at heists or at least is complicit (the freezing heist, Nakamori’s traps for KID) despite somewhat trying to be Kaito’s friend outside of heists and giving him research while abroad, it feels like he should pick a side as he’s giving mixed signals. Though I like the element of their interactions where Hakuba knows Kaito’s KID but can’t prove it and Kaito knows this and Hakuba knows that Kaito knows this so Hakuba will subtly talk KID things to Kaito, with Kaito’s denial but he’s a magic consultant and classmate who’s a Kid Fan/Hakuba’s boss’s neighbour so it makes sense, and KID will talk Kaito things to Hakuba, Kaito is a favourite disguise of KID after all and he bugs those involved with the Nkamori’s semi-regularly nothing suspicious about that. The intricate courtship ritual of SaguKai. If you take Spider as canon then the implication that Hakuba would use his classmate as bait and knows something of KID’s dangerous circumstances but isn’t using his considerable resources to do anything helpful makes it worse, the Spider’s hypnosis effecting him and him helping Kaito break free of Spider's influence makes this more ambiguous (plus Spider’s an international assassin so above Kaito/KID’s clearance and the ends justify the means).

Back to Aoko she reminds me of the Detective Boys. She’s innocent in her herself versus the bad guys (helping the police/Hakuba via phone or supporting civilians and more recently confronting KID herself) and her absolute insanity of handcuffing Kaito to her using handcuffs stolen off her dad to give him an alibi and breaking into their school with him to investigate the haunted rumours, her idea not Kaito’s it has to be said - he's the reluctant Watson to her energetic Holmes in their daily lives. She created the KID Capture Brigade partially to force Kaito to befriend her new friends but also because she wants to help the cause and is very willing to fight off criminals with improvised weapons. Though she seems to begrudgingly appreciate KID making the Clock Tower a crime scene and helping the victims/exposing criminals when her Dad can’t. I want Aoko’s natural innocence and cunning (her messing with Kaito and taking advantage of his weaknesses e.g. iceskating to get him to call her Aoko-sama) to combine with Conan’s fake innocence and cunning, they'd get along great and all the Detective Boys are involved with KID to an extent.

Oh my god! This ask is such a fun read.

Nonchalant Lupin!? Where has this been all my life?

Hold up! Kaito Lupin and Aoko Holmes? Does Gosho ship Lupin x Holmes?/Holpin?/Lupho?

Holmes Aoko and Watson Kaito? Waiter, Waiter, more of this, please.

Detective Aoko should be brought back. Gosho, I'll get you for this!

[lostonehero]

What remains after eternity

More stuff

Warning sexual assault

Ivy frowns. She has observed Marius to be jumpy and uncomfortable. His mind is from the time they were imprisoned before Lyf, so that would mean.... oh... she swallows. She had to find Lyf.

Lyf was waiting something in his own journal while he was drinking an odd color liquid. He seemed on edge, but he was trying to relax draped on the couch.

"Lyf." Ivy waited for Lyf to shut his journal. "We need to discuss Marius."

Lyf raised a brow. "What about him? We are taking things at his pace."

"Do you know what happened to him before the prison?" Ivy seemed cautious taking a seat on the recliner.

"Yeah, you guys caused chaos and mayhem, but that isn't what you're referring to." Lyf sits up and crosses his arms. "What are you getting at?"

"Before we came to Asguard, there was an incident. The planet isn't important, but their was another group of mercenaries, we thought Marius was behind us as we left, causing general chaos and mischief. He wasn't he got caught by the group." Ivy frowns. "So..."

.....

"A distress call? How the fuck did they even find Aurora's signal?" Jonny growled tail lazily flicking from behind him.

"We should answer." Brian smiles.

"Whatever, I don't care." Jonny rolls his eyes as the screen comes to life. He chuckles as Marius appears on screen. "Oh, is this where you went?" The taunting died on his tongue as Marius spoke.

Marius's voice was quiet, broken, and raspy. "I... I would like to be picked up, please." Looking closer, you can see he was just wearing a blanket he held close with shaking hands. He was pale and was covered in bruises and various fluids that he rubbed his skin raw to get off.

Before Brian could speak, Jonny beat him to it. "Aurora set course to Marius's signal, inform everyone once we grab him we are doing a scorched planet policy. No survivors, and tell Tim to ready his armory to blow the shit hole up."

Aurora chirps and gives a thumbs up.

"Marius, where are you?" Jonny's voice was eerily quiet and calm.

"I locked locked myself in. Stole the communicator. The doors are broken, so I.... I'll be found soon." Marius flinched at a loud bang. "I'm signing off I have to go."

Jonny frowns. "Ivy, I want you to run all calculations on how to get to there the fastest Aurora is capable of." His voice didn't leave room for an argument.

Ivy nods and begins to work.

Brian raised a brow looking at Jonny.

"Don't." Jonny warns.

Brian nods and sets a course.

......

"Jonny didn't let any of us near Marius when we got him back for about two months. Tim destroyed the planet, but even he seemed to realize what happened and took no pleasure in it. Raphaella made sure Marius didn't have any lasting physical effects. Ashes banned any sort of violence for a year. TS took over all cleaning. I devised our next adventure to let Marius lead, which led us to Asguard. We decided on a small group, and Marius was in charge." Ivy frowns. "We don't have many rules, but things like that are always off the table."

"What about his flirting?" Lyf swallows he could feel his anxiety eat away at him, which caused his new hormones to send out alerts.

"A controlled environment, and you clearly kept brushing it off until... well, you both were quite drunk. It was kind of a release for him, and that's probably why he fell for you. You respected his boundaries, and you kept him at a distance until he was ready and you let your guard down." Ivy smiles softly. "It was a perfect storm of things lining up for you to get entangled."

"Oh gods, now with the heat and his mind. I feel like such a fucking prick." Lyf rubs his face.

"Well, you said you guys were going slow." Ivy pauses as the sound of feet running is heard, and Marius slides into the room. "Hello Marius."

Marius's pupils were blown, and his little horn nubs have grown and branched out. "Lyf?"

Lyf blinks. "Are you ok?"

"I...." Marius's face lights up a mix of purple and red. "I um...." He rubs his mechanical arm as his horns creak and shrink back down to nubs. "I don't know."

"You can come sit." Lyf moves over, giving Marius plenty of space.

Marius sits all the way on the other corner. He looks uncomfortable and embarrassed. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Asguard." Lyf pulls his knees up. "What were you doing?"

"Restocking the infirmary. Nothing really important." Marius crossed his arms.

"Have you've spoken with Janet?" Ivy smiles.

"That's one of Jonny's kids, right?" Marius pauses. "A little, she's very nice. I don't know how she's related to Jonny."

"Trust me, she is." Lyf huffs. "You know she can speak your language fluently and used that to torment you when you were just Byron. She purposely wouldn't translate what I said and just say her two cents to cause chaos."

Marius has a small smile tug at his lips. "That does sound like something Jonny would teach his kids."

"You know what's the weirdest thing since his kids hopped on board? Jonny's got this weird third sense." Lyf shakes his head as Ivy continues.

"It's like he knows things before Aurora does. Mae, Jonny's eldest daughter, hid weapons around to kill him. It's apparently their game. He knew before Aurora did." Ivy waves her hand. "He keeps claiming it's just a dad thing, but I think there is something else afoot. Raphaella thinks he grew another set of eyes but has no proof. His children think it's completely normal."

"We had tea the other day, and he just snapped his fingers, and Mae popped out of the vent, annoyed she got caught. Like she even surprises Tim, and just fucking appears now." Lyf pauses and shrieks when Tim did just appear next to him.

Marius chuckles softly. "Hello Tim, who's your friend?"

"This is actually Bullshit." Alex huffs, they were clinging to Tim like a backpack. "I fucking owe Trevor now."

"Baby!" Tim smiles.

"What were you hoping to do, Alex?" Ivy raised her brow.

"Well, I bet Trevor that I could figure out how Tim just appears before we start deaging. So I decided to cling to his back because it doesn't bother him, and he still just fucking appears places. This is bullshit." Alex sighs.

"Bonding!" Tim smiles wide.

"Yeah, yeah." Alex sighs but smiles. "So what's the weird craving of today."

"Fuck you that's what." Lyf rolls his eyes sipping his nearly glowing drink.

"It's a combination of the next protoagent to fight the bioweapon virus infecting Marius, a mix of my irradiated blood, some of Marius's blood, some drippings from Lazarus eyes, and various poisons." Tim hums.

Lyf paused and stared at the glowing glass. "In my defense, Carmillia just handed this to me." He paused again. "Marius what the fuck is wrong with your species?"

Marius shrugs, but he has a grin on his lips. "You're adapting really well."

"That doesn't answer anything." Lyf continues to drink from his glass. "I really want to be mad, but this tastes really, really good."

"Wait, why do you know that Tim?" Ivy looks at Tim.

"Eyes!" Tim grins. "Marius, happy Lyf is adapting." He points at Marius. "Body happy."

Alex shrugs and waves when Tim begins to walk away. "Well, um, see ya later. I can no longer hop off."

The three blink and watch the pair wander off.

......

"You still haven't told me what you found in Tim's head." Thomas was leaning on his cane his leg suddenly flared up in pain. It was the only thing he hated about getting older. It was genetic, from his mother's side. Thankfully, it didn't affect Mae. There was a process of removing the bone growths, but it made the pain worse they they would grow back even bigger.

Laz sighs. "It's bad. I don't even know what happened to him, but I've never seen a mind revert that far back to heal. He's aware, and that's the worst part it would have been better if his mind had split into different parts to reform." He stops in front of Valerie's ship. "Do I have to meet her now?"

"You're the one who insisted on meeting my family." Thomas shakes his head.

"Yeah I meant like your mother to fuck with. Not your grandmother and great aunts who I have to actually impress." Laz sighs.

Thomas rubbed his temples. "You don't need to impress anyone."

"I wouldn't be so certain." A eerie voice rang out that sounded way too cheerful.

"Fuck."

"Fuck."

The man appears and laughs. "How's my favorite acolyte?"

"I'm your only acolyte." Laz responded dryly.

"Why are you on my grandmother's ship.... wait, how long have you've been on my grandmother's ship?" Thomas stepped back as Scratch floated near the pair.

"As long as I'm allowed." Scratch laughs.

Laz gives a look to Thomas. "Seriously?"

"Fuck you it's a legitimate question." Thomas rolls his eyes.

"The fuck are you doing?" Valerie interrupts walking out of her ship.

Scratch snaps and causes Laz to float. "My acolyte came to visit, isn't that great." He moves him next to Valerie. "Isn't he just the cutest little thing?"

"Still not my dad." Laz huffs now upside-down.

Valerie raised a brow. "Is this your partner, Thomas?"

"Yes, grandma." Thomas smiles nervously.

Valerie frowns. "Scratch put him down."

Laz falls to the ground and groans. "Thanks." He gets up dusting himself off. "Why does he listen to you?"

Scratch smiles. "She is my owner as I allow."

"Owner....?" Thomas paused.

"Fuck off." Laz grabs Thomas. "Fuck all the way off."

Thomas stumbles as Laz holds him behind him. "Laz that's my grandmother what the fuck are you doing."

"Darling, I'm not going to hurt my grandson." Valerie raised a brow.

"Fuck off, Thomas you didn't fucking tell me your grandmother is the fucking God Killer." Laz steps back.

"What? No, she's a hunter, not the god killer." Thomas pauses. "Right?"

Valerie chuckles. "It is one of my titles, but again, I won't won't hurt my grandson."

Laz nervously laughs and picks up Thomas and runs.

"Wait! My fucking cane! Laz put me down!" Thomas shouts get quieter as Laz runs further away.

"Don't look at me, I told you my acolyte is scared of you." Scratch floats around Valerie.

Valerie pinched her brow. "You failed to mention he's dating my grandson."

"I did, didn't I." Scratch shrugs. "Anyway, do you want me to grab them?"

"No." Valerie sighs, picking up her grandson's cane. "I'll find them. You stay on my ship."

"As you wish." Scratch giggles and vanishes.

.....

"Oi shit for brains, Grams is looking for you." Mae leans in her brother's doorway.

Thomas is rubbing his temples and looks up, and his nose is dripping a black slime like substance. "Tell her to come back later."

"Why the fuck is Lazarus hiding in your head?" Mae raised her brow stepping inside letting the door shut behind her.

"Grandma is the God Killer." Thomas swallows. "She's the fucking God Killer, Sallie. Scratch has been on her ship the entire time acting as her pet on command." He covers his face and lays down on his bed. "I'll handle the headache. He was fucking terrified."

Mae sits next to Thomas. "Fuck."

"I know." Thomas sighs.

Aurora chirps. "What is the God Killer, and why is it bad that your grandmother is that?"

Thomas suddenly sits up and sneezes the black fluid that seems to form together and Laz pulls himself out of the puddle.

"Fucking terrifying." Laz sits on the floor. "She killed gods, as in multiple, who didn't have any replacements. Do you have any idea what kind of damage that does to the fabric of reality itself? Gods are destructive, selfish, and the reason reality exists from good to bad. If you kill a god and they don't have an acolyte, that part of reality ceases to exist. An acolyte is a failsafe. If Scratch were to be killed, I would fill the role. Luckily, the ones she killed were mostly forgotten or not important enough to destroy reality itself, and the other gods are slowly unintentionally taking over their roles to fix what has been broken." He frowns. "The only reason she hasn't gone on another rampage due to finding out her grandkids aren't allowed to die is probably because her son, Jonny, is happy to have his kids back alive and healthy."

Mae and Thomas share a look and pale as reality sinks in.

"After her bloody path, the gods got scared. They were fucking lucky at the same time a new god came to be by sheer dumb luck. Even fucking Hastur picked an acolyte." Laz pulls his knees up. "One fucking wrong move and she can easily make me replace Scratch. I don't want to be a god."

Thomas takes a breath. "Sallie, could you talk to Gram for me? I want to be alone with Laz."

Mae nods. "Yeah. Aurora, don't tell the others, please."

"Understood this will be our secret." Aurora chirps.

Laz was silently crying as Mae left.

Thomas groans and falls to the floor. He drags himself next to Laz. "They have to deage me soon. Until that happens, would you like to spend the time in my head?"

Laz nods silently as he vanishes, and Thomas's nose begins to drip that black slime again.

.......

Marius hugged his chest, laying in his nest he shared with his mate. He felt like he had no autonomy. Lyf was fine. He didn't have any control his instincts just drove his body like he was a puppet. He could feel tears well up in his eyes. He just wanted to feel clean and in control. A sudden bright rainbow static that nearly blinded him was suddenly in his room.

"Marius?" The static fades to reveal Lyf, who looked confused with a glowing blush.

Marius paused. Maybe it wasn't entirely awful, Lyf seemed to be just as much not in control as he was. He rubbed his eyes. "Why are you in here?"

"I... I um..." Lyf frowns, staring at his shoes. "I think I got a headache and then an overwhelming urge, and um, I really don't have the best control of my powers. Sorry if I scared you."

"Scare me?" Marius couldn't help but feel relaxed.

"Yeah, I just suddenly appeared in rainbow static. It's unnerving." Lyf waves his hands to make a point.

"It's going to take more than a light show to scare me." Marius sinks into the nest, relaxing. He didn't force anything or touch him.

"It's not a light show!" Lyf huffs. "You're impossible, Von Raum." He goes to leave but stops at the door. "I am sorry, though. You wanted time alone. I'll get better about just appearing. I have to ask Laz for some advice to control this stuff."

Marius wanted to argue that it was his fault and the instincts, but he let out a quiet squeak as he felt a blush spread on his features.

"You can just use your com to tell me when you want to hang out, or I'll just see you tonight." Lyf smiles softly leaving.

Marius covered his face. He felt safe, and he couldn't tell if it's from his hormone, instincts, or just from Lyf's kindness. He swore to himself that he would never risk his heat with anyone. He swore when he found out he couldn't die to never put himself through that. He couldn't handle losing someone breaking himself like that for fleeting happiness. Why did he feel so confident that this was a good decision? He doesn't even know Lyf. He doesn't even know if he truly is immortal like himself.

A bright flash of rainbow static. "Fuck!"

Marius bites his lip.

"Gods damn it all." Lyf growls. "I just want to get a fucking snack."

Marius can't help but smile as Lyf leaves again. He still felt so conflicted.

.......

"Have you seen Thomas?" Brian taps Mae's shoulder.

"Depends on what you're asking." Mae crossed her arms

Brian chuckles. "You're just like your dad." He smiles. "No, he was direction us, and Aurora says she won't continue till he returns up front. Nastya has been trying to reason with her, but she seems to be stood firm."

Mae sighs. "Alright come on."

Brian nods and follows her to Thomas's room.

"You two decent?" Mae huffs.

Thomas steps out with a metal brace on his leg, preventing any bending. Laz is behind him. "I would suppose so."

Mae grimaced. "Already? Fuck my bad I lost track of time."

"No, it's my fault. I've been ignoring the pain for years. Missed the signs yaknow, can't use a wheelchair because I wasn't paying attention." Thomas frowns.

"It's genetic, isn't it." Brian frowns.

Thomas nods. "I'm technically only in my mid sixties due to the slow aging, but it's a genetic condition from my other parent. It didn't affect Mae, thank fuck we aren't identical. It starts in my legs, the muscle fuses to the bone, and eventually turns to bone itself. It's obviously fatal, but it spreads even slower thanks to the gods. I normally catch it early enough that I can use a wheelchair. Unfortunately, after eons of this, I'm used to the pain and think I have more time than actually do."

"Dad's going to freak out." Mae frowns. "Want me to be the one to break it?"

"No, I'm going to ask Raphaella. At least she can drug me to hell and back." Thomas accepts the crutches from Laz. "Thanks."

"It will spread everywhere, won't it?" Brian grimaced when Thomas nodded. "You lied to Jonny about what it was."

"I don't need dad to worry. I already have this fuck worrying." Thomas sighs. "I'm not made of glass. Why were you looking for me?"

"Aurora won't continue unless you're at the hull sailing." Brian smiles.

Thomas chuckles. "Atta girl."

Aurora chirps in response.

"Alright, just give me some time. I'll hobble over." Thomas huffs when Mae elbows him.

"No. You're going to Raphaella first. Or I will convince Alex to break it." Mae crosses her arms.

Thomas groans. "You fucking suck. Fine, if you even try to carry me, I am banning you from my room till I'm in my 20s again."

Laz holds up his hands. "Bossy."

Brian smiles, picking up Thomas. "Since that won't affect me, I'll take you there."

Laz and Mae snicker.

Thomas groans the entire way there.

Raphealla raised a brow. "Why are you carrying Thomas?"

"Why do you have a leg brace on?" Jonny sounded like a disappointed dad to the max, which made everyone wince.

"Why are you in Raphaella's lab?" Thomas tries to deflect.

"Because Tim and I are sexually active, his seeds have a habit of trying to infect me. I have to get them removed." Jonny scowls. "What is actually going on?"

"Fuck." Thomas groans.

"You know what? I appreciate your father's honesty, you can't fucking lie your way out of the consequences you bastard." Laz sighs.

"I'm waiting." Jonny narrows his gaze and both Mae and Thomas look guilty.

"It's from our other parent!" Mae breaks first. "We aren't identical, so only Thomas has it. It's genetic."

Jonny grits his teeth.

"I just didn't want you to treat me like I'm made of glass. I've gotten used to the early signs and the pain. I wasn't paying enough attention, and it's stuck like this. Normally, I can get in a position to be in a wheelchair." Thomas looks away guilty.

Jonny sighs. "For fucks sake, the both of you are idiots. Brian put him on the table."

Brian nods, and watches carefully.

"You're both fucking idiots." Jonny huffs. "You both assumed I didn't have all of you tested for genetic diseases. Who the fuck do you think I am? I'm a fucking paranoid bastard."

Thomas covers his face clearly embarrassed.

"Fuck we are stupid." Mae also covers her face.

Jonny shakes his head as Thomas begins to laugh. "All fucking five of you know how paranoid I am. All of you brats know how fucking protective I am."

Thomas catches his breath. "I'm sorry."

"Don't I'm going to break your leg." Jonny smirks. "Think of it as a punishment for lying about this."

Brian bites back a smile, watching Thomas sit up and huffs.

"Goddamnit I wanted to be drugged out of my fucking mind." Thomas pouts.

Mae snickers.

"Don't laugh, little girl. You're banned from your game for the next six months." Jonny gives a look.

"Fuck!" Mae huffs.

Thomas smiles. "Alright, I'm ready."

Raphealla grabs Brian. "Let them be alone for this. It's not going to be pretty."

Brian nods and follows.

"Do you want to stay?" Jonny looks at Laz.

Laz nods. "Yeah, I take care of him when it gets bad. I'm not going to stop because you're here. You've got your weird seed shit to sort through."

Thomas reaches out. "Laz, it's ok." He grabs Laz's hand. "You don't have to."

Mae hops up and sits next to Thomas. "Want my shirt?"

"No, but you'll give it to me regardless." Thomas smiles and takes her shirt and uses it as a gag.

Jonny sighs. "Move forward a bit. I'm going to break it in two places, so we're going to do this twice."

Thomas nods and grips both his sisters and partners' hands. His screams are barely muffled by the shirt.

"Ok, next break." Jonny is fast and ruthless, which is what Thomas needed.

Thomas is crying, unable to release his jaw. Both Laz and Mae help him to a wheelchair. He is injected by something, and his dad removes the gag.

"Come on, breathe." Jonny smiles as Thomas calms down as the painkiller kicks in.

"What the fuck was that?" Thomas giggles as he slurs. "Can I get another?"

Jonny chuckles. "Alright, Raphaella, get your ass back in here." He smiles as Raphaella comes in. "And that is what Tim used to use for his occular migraines."

"Fuck." Thomas giggles. "I can see colors."

Mae snickers. "He's high as shit."

"Sure you can, buddy." Laz rubs Thomas's shoulder as Raphaella takes him away to clean the internals.

Mae grabs her father's arm. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I get it, I know what it's like to be on your own. I'm just happy you guys are safe. Also, because of this, Raphaella has the right to examine you guys when you deage." Jonny chuckles as Mae groans.

"Izzy already does that every time. Do we have to?" Mae huffs.

"Yes." Jonny smiles. "Come on, I'm going to make some lunch. That means you too, Lazarus."

Laz nods and follows behind them.

........

"So, how do you know about the seed thing." Laz raised a brow, taking the empty plates to clean.

"You can feel them take root." Jonny frowns. "It's painful and not in the good way. The worst part they spread before they took root. It's not Tim's fault, and it's not like we aren't using condoms. Don't give me that look. I ain't planning on it for a long while."

Janet scoffs. "Damnit."

Trevor nudged her. "Be nice."

"Don't be a kiss ass." Mae sticks her tongue out.

"We've got eternity." Alex chuckles. "Y'all are impatient."

"Who's the kiss ass now?" Mae rolls her eyes.

"Wouldn't it be weird?" Laz raised a brow as he washed the dishes.

"Why would it be? They would just be a baby sibling. Age doesn't really matter much after how long we've been around." Mae smiles.

"You just want someone gullible to do your bidding." Alex snickers as Mae scoffs.

"I want a partner in crime, Thomas is only good half of the time. Trevor is too nice, you always ruin it you fucking kelptomanic. Janet always gets into other trouble, which ruins everything." Mae huffs.

"Ok first off fuck you and second fair." Janet smiles.

"I'm not that nice." Trevor frowns.

Alex chuckles. "I enjoy my hoard you bitch."

Jonny smiles softly. "I'm also not ready to have weird plant parts, but it will grow on me." He smirks as his children and Laz groan. "Fuck all of you I'm allowed awful jokes."

......

"You really do just appear." Marius tilts his head. He hasn't really left his room except to eat, so he isn't sure how Tim managed to get inside.

"Don't want to be alone." Tim mumbles, already crawling into the nest.

"What about Jonny?" Marius frowns, feeling Tim grab his tail, but he wasn't doing anything that he could feel to it. He looked over to see Tim just rubbing the hard tip of it.

"Jonny babies hurt." Tim frowns. "I hurt Jonny. I didn't want to. I'm not me."

Marius raised a brow. "I'm not me either." He paused and studied Tim. He was unhealthily thin. It explains why Jonny has been trying so hard to feed him. His hair was perfectly buzzed in a military cut. His beard was short, just a step above stubble. The vines, the plants, seemed irritated where they fused into his skin like he's been tugging at them or something else biological is happening. He was in a tank top and boxers.

"I don't like being alone. I can't be alone." Tim stays focused on Marius's tail.

"Tim, why aren't you eating?" Impromptu therapy is fine, Marius can work with this. He doesn't want to think about his situation.

"Hurts." Tim swallows. "Seeds want to spread. Want new hosts."

Marius tilts his head, turns to face Tim, but allows him to continue holding his tail. "Can't you control it?"

Tim shakes his head. "Not.... I'm not in control yet." He seems a bit frustrated. "I'm not me enough yet."

Marius raised a brow, seeing a small pouch of a stomach on Tim, which is odd considering he is extremely malnourished. "May I touch?"

"Metal." Tim points to Marius's metal arm. "Metal only."

Marius nods and gently touches Tim's stomach. It felt odd, to say the least, kind of like sand or pebbles. "The plants won't let you eat."

"No." Tim frowns. "Too full to eat." He shifts back, splaying his legs out. "I don't... I don't want to let them out." He grips tighter on Marius's tail. "Scared."

Marius paused, scratching his chin. "Tim, give me a seed."

Tim furrowed his brows. "Scared?"

"No." Marius waits a moment, but Tim spits up a single seed. It was an odd green coloration. He picks it up on purpose with his flesh hand.

"No! Hurt!" Tim tries to stop the seed from digging into Marius's flesh, but something odd happens.

Marius raised a brow. He could see the seed attempt to take root. It was a bit painful, but as fast as it started, it stopped. The seed burst in a red fluid barely even in his skin. "Huh, is that supposed to happen?"

Tim looks very confused. He licks the red substance and makes a face. "Bad."

"Tim, could I have another seed?" Marius received three as Tim spit them into his hand. "These guys would infect and cause your roots and vines?"

Tim nods.

Marius tries to pick one up again from his metal hand, and the same thing occurs, and he wipes his face. "Do you have one that's won't explode?"

Tim furrowed his brows. "Not supposed to explode." He lets go of Marius's tail taking one of the seeds. In the palm of his hand, it digs inside, and a small vine emerges. He does the same with his other hand as if he needed it to be even. He spits more seeds in Marius's metallic hand. "Try again?"

Marius takes three into his palm. It didn't really hurt this time. It kind of tickled as the roots took hold. The three seeds seem to combine into one before popping, and he sighs. "Tim, I don't think this will work for me."

Tim paused. "Help me?"

Marius understood almost immediately. "Of course I can help. I am a doctor."

Tim smiled and grabbed Marius's tail again. "Don't want to hurt you."

"Wait!" Marius unhands his tail and runs off to his bathroom and returns with an empty trashcan.

Tim tilted his head.

"You can use this. To put the seeds in." Marius smiles. "Let me test how many I can explode at once."

Tim hesitates and sits back.

"Please let me be in charge of this." Marius swallows as Tim nodded and grabs the trashcan.

"Done later I want Jonny. You come with?" Tim holds the trashcan close to his chest.

Marius nods. "Yeah, alright." He immediately grimaces as Tim empties all he could of the seeds in his stomach into the can. It nearly filled to the top. "Impressive."

Tim laid back as Marius took the bucket. He looked relaxed and comfortable.

"Come on, sit up. I want a witness to this." Marius waits as Tim sits back up and watches like a curious toddler. He unroll his sleeve and sticks his entire arm in the bucket.

......

Nastya blinks, staring at the noxious red substance that spilled from a busted open door of Marius's room. The substance was incredibly toxic. She was wearing a full hazmat suit, along with Raphaella and Carmillia. Aurora doesn't have access to Marius's room, so whatever happened is unknown. They had to do an emergency landing as Aurora is deep cleaned and to figure out whatever this substance was. She stared at Marius, who stood in the center wrapped in a towel he took from his room. "What the fuck?"

"In my defense, I was helping Tim." Marius holds up the mechanical eyes in his metal arm. There was an attempt on his flesh arm of plants that had withered and died.

"That answers nothing." Nastya groans. "Give Tim's eye's to Jonny, and take a fucking shower."

"Wait." Raphaella holds her hand up. "What were you helping Tim with?"

"The seeds. He didn't want them to spread on the ship, and I asked him to let me observe one, and I did it. I tried to root in my hand, but it exploded into a weird red substance. So we tried again with the same result, so I asked Tim to give me all he had and test what would happen if I sticked my hand in it." Marius hums, pulling up his towel. "I didn't think a human body could dissolve that fast. Nor do I really know what this stuff is, but it does taste like candy from my homeworld."

"Candy?" Nastya sounded so confused.

"It's eating through my fucking suit." Carmillia hissed.

"This is unfortunate, not you, Carmillia. However, are you hurt?" Raphaella pauses. "Ok, that's good, at least. I'll have samples for a while."

"It's fucking burning!" Carmillia screeches.

Marius makes his way out. "Do you know where Jonny went?"

"Planet side." Nastya crossed her arms. "With everyone else."

.......

Jonny takes Tim's eyes and the dial. "Janet?"

"I'm not a fucking expert on Xeon species or whatever the fuck happened." Janet pauses and huffs out a sigh. "Fine, biologically speaking Marius's species, Xeon are again incredibly toxic physically, Tim's plants and himself are earth in origin. They do not mix. I mean fucking look at Lyf."

Lyf stops licking his fingers of the red substance he wiped off Marius. "What?"

"See!" Janet huffs.

"Off topic no offense, Janet, but I have a question." Laz points to Tim's eyes and dial. "I get the mechanisms and whatnot, but is his dial now part of that?"

Ivy blinks her mind, clearly trying to catch up running every simulation she can possibly fathom.

"That's a good question." Brian pauses. "I have no idea."

"I'm going to see if there is civilization here." Ashes grabs Alex. "You're coming with me."

"Fuck you Mae I'm an accomplice." Alex chuckles as Ashes giggles.

"TS, can you get Tim somewhere safe to reform on Aurora, that isn't infected with toxic waste." Jonny sighs, handing Tim's eyes and dial to TS.

"Will Do!" TS salutes and heads back to Aurora.

"I'm going to set up a shelter." Lyf sighs.

"I will observe the surrounding life." Ivy nods. "And find a water supply."

Brian nods, following Lyf to help.

"I would like to find actual clothing." Marius frowns.

Jonny nodded. "I've got my sewing kit. I'll make you something." Jonny motioned fir him to follow.

Laz frowns. "So what now?"

"We have to wait." Mae crosses her arms. "Thomas, do you want me to get you back on the ship or push you in some mud and let you die."

Thomas snickers. "I'm fine. Just push me next to a tree or something. There aren't any roads I can use and this isn't my wheels on the other ship so I can't excatly go everywhere. I was planning on asking Marius to help build me a better chair, but he's been doing his own thing."

"I'll push you somewhere interesting." Laz holds onto Thomas's chair.

"Fuck you Laz it's sibling day." Janet looks to Trevor.

"Don't rope me into this shit, Thomas can't run away but I sure as fuck can." Trevor frowns.

"I'm with Trevor here. My legs are hurting something fierce today. I would rather be dropped off somewhere." Thomas clicks his mouth shut as all eyes turn to him.

"When the fuck did it start on your back?" Mae crossed her arms.

Trevor raised a brow. "Your tells are getting even more obvious."

"Damnit, Thomas. I left the fun shit on Aurora." Janet rolls her eyes and dramatically drapes herself over her bothers lap. "Oh darn, whatever shall we do? If only we knew a god who could let us have fun without physical bodies."

Laz snickers softly.

Thomas pouts. "I fucking hate you."

Mae leans on Thomas's chair. "Oh no, you actually have to have fun now."

Trevor hums, putting his com away. "Grandma said she'll drag Scratch out. She also threatened to tell dad that you're hiding how far along your disease is progressing. Oh, and she baked us some pie and burnt the crust for us."

"Fuck yeah, Alex is going to throw a fit." Mae laughs. "Laz grab his chair."

"Seriously what the fuck is wrong with all of you and baked goods." Laz shakes his head picking up Thomas's chair which has Thomas and Janet in it.

"Oh shit you haven't met the thing in the vents yet." Trevor chuckles.

"Honorary sibling of ours." Thomas sighs.

"This explains nothing at all. For storytellers, you guys suck at explaining, except Janet, she goes into way too much detail." Laz shakes his head.

.......

Jonny takes a breath. "How are you holding up?"

Marius pulls up the underwear Jonny made him. He quietly shrugs. "Lyf is nice. He doesn't do anything I don't want him to. I just can't... I can't tell what is me from my hormones and instincts. I don't feel in control of myself. The bond is still so new, and as we both adapt." He takes a deep breath. "I won't have control of myself till it's over. All my agency and independence are just gone, and my being is mixed with his. I thought if I could help Tim, I would be in control of something. I just ended up making a fucking mess."

"You're doing the best you can with what you're given." Jonny leans back on the stump he sat against. "If I spoke with a younger version of myself, I would probably kill me. You have that in your journals. Will you kill him or try to understand what happened."

Marius frowns. "You really have changed."

"You want to help me with something?" Jonny sighs as he sews.

"Help you with what?" Marius raised a brow. "Apparently, my mind is a mess, and I'm a slave to my hormones and instincts."

"You still claim to be a doctor?" Jonny tosses the crudely made shirt at Marius, who pulls it over his head.

"I suppose." Marius crossed his arms. "Is this about Tim?"

"No. I already know he has a problem with his body, and no amount of sex or coaxing will fix that until he's more mentally here." Jonny motions for Marius to sit next to him. "He's got his own shit, amd I'm just trying to be there for him. Fuck me the younger me would bury me alive for just hearing that. Can't really talk to Nastya anymore, either." He pulls his knees up. "She still expects me to just go back to how I was before DTTM, before my kids, before everything I did. I made my own happy ending. I fixed my shitty planetoid asteroid."

"So what is this about?" Marius sat next to Jonny, leaning against the stump. "I know I'm not your first choice."

"Lyf is actually my first choice nowadays." Jonny snickers. "I used to fucking hate his guts, but fuck somewhere between you being mentally out the door and Tim just being fucking lobotomized and none of us knew. It just happened." He sighs. "Not really the point. Ashes likes my kids more than me, which I don't blame them they are pretty great. Ivy has made it her mission to figure out what is going on in Tim's head or just be by your side. Raphaella has been focused on you or Tim. Carmillia is still trying to fuck my mother, amd when she isn't doing that she's working with Raphaella. TS enjoys my aunts and my mother's company."

"Lyf?" Marius actually looked surprised.

"Fuck I know!" Jonny throws his hands up. "It's fucking stupid. He's the reason I left New Texas after everything. If it wasn't for him, I would probably still be there."

"So why do you want to talk to me?" Marius stiffens as Jonny leans on him. Jonny has never been soft with the likes of him. Maybe behind closed doors but out in the open.

"I'm worried about Thomas." Jonny, let's out a breath. "I know all of my other brats are nonchalant about this, and I know the gods won't let them die, and I know I'm being paranoid." He looks off into the distance, playing with his tail. "What he has is fucking terrifying. Soon, he won't even be able to breathe without a machine. He'll be a prisoner in his own body. If it doesn't suffocate you,and it doesn't stop your heart, it goes for the brain last. People of New Texas tried to cure it, but any touching that chromosome would make the child brain dead upon birth. I just happen to be lucky enough my partner at the time was a carrier, and it only needs one fucking carrier. I was having twins, and I was told to kill him and let Mae be an only child. I was told it was mercy." He wipes his eyes. "I've killed so many people, men woman children, the elderly. I couldn't hurt him. I just..." He was crying now. "He was mine, and I just couldn't do it. I never even fucking told him, he had to find out alone. I'm a terrible fucking father."

Marius half hugged Jonny, and Jonny used that to cling to the other man and cry. He looked up and saw Ashes and Alex. He made a motion to just leave because he had no idea how much they heard. He watches them step away and out of earshot. "Jonny."

Jonny pushes away, wiping his eyes. "I know, touch, and I didn't ask. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm -" he stops as Marius hugs him tightly.

Marius is quiet for a moment before he loosens his grip. "Does your species change their scent with emotional changes?"

Jonny snickers. "No, it's just you."

"My species does not!" Marius huffs.

"Tell that to Lyf and yourself whenever you both are having a bad time." Jonny pulls away wiping his eyes.

"That's.... that's.... fuck you." Marius huffs but smiles shly.

"So, who listened in on my meltdown?" Jonny raised a brow.

"You know what? Lyf was right. You have developed psychic powers from fatherhood." Marius chuckles.

"Ok you can fuck right off." Jonny gets up and holds his hand out.

Marius takes Jonny's hand. "I'm right, I'm a doctor."

"Now you're pushing it." Jonny giggles.

......

Alex crashes into her grandmother's ship and into their sister. "Fuck!"

Mae stumbles back. "What the fuck has you all riled? Please don't tell me there's cannibals. Dad will be insufferable."

"About dad." Alex looked down a habit she never grew out of. "I may have overheard something I shouldn't have."

"Ok, what? Ugh, is he going to do all our birthdays individually? We told him that's stupid. One massive rager is perfectly fine." Mae paused.

Alex looked guilty, and they only looked guilty when she overheard something she wasn't supposed to know, something about family. "It's about Tommy."

Mae frowns. "What the fuck did he say?" She pauses as Alex whispers everything they heard. She swallows and wipes the corners of her eyes. "Oh."

Alex shifts uncomfortably. "I don't want to hurt dad. Well hurt him like that." They gently headbutt their sister. "Do I.... should I tell Thomas?"

Mae gently headbutts back. "I'll tell him, you get the others and explain. Dad shouldn't feel guilty for this." She turns and goes to head down the hall when Alex grabs her hand.

"W-wait." Alex takes a breath. "Tell Tommy I didn't spy on dad on purpose."

Mae knocks their heads together. "You knucklehead he will already assume that."

"S-shut up. I'm going to find the others." Alex, let's go and smiles. "I think it's dad's birthday soon."

"Hmmm, I think you're right." Mae winks and runs off.

......

"So we're camping." Nastya raised her brow at the campsite set up right by a river. Ashes was nodding off by the bonfire. Brian was cooking the fish Ivy caught. Lyf finished his fish and was gnawing on the metal spike grumbling about stupid cravings. Marius had fallen asleep in the mud, claiming it was comfy. Jonny was stitching something together. TS was just happy to be here. "You know it's only the barracks that's off limits as we figure out how to clean it."

"It's peaceful." Brian smiles, offering a cooked fish to her who takes it. "Also, we can't get Ivy out of the river."

"Ah." Nastya takes a seat next to Jonny. "Raphaella and Carmillia are having a blast playing with the toxic waste.... Is Marius breathing?" She motions to Marius sleeping face down, body half submerged in a deep mud puddle.

"He's not dead." Lyf blinks as he accidently bites through the metal stick. "Huh. Anyway, he's fine."

"To be fair, I've caught him sleeping submerge in some things that I don't have names for, and he was fine. I don't think mud will kill him." Brian raised a brow. "Do you want another Lyf?"

"I think I want to eat this pole." Lyf continues to gnaw.

Jonny shakes his head. "I seriously have to talk to Janet about xeon. Speaking of my brats, where did they go?"

"They are on your mother's ship fuckingbaround with God powers, as your mother puts it." Nastya hums.

"Well, at least they are keeping thereselves entertained. Also, Valerie made it a point to tell me you are a disgrace and her next grandchild is not allowed to eat your baking." Nastya tries and fails to bite back a smile when Jonny laughs like he used to manic and all.

Ashes snorts and wakes up. "What?"

Brian chuckles. "You're fine. Nastya just made Jonny laugh."

Ashes sits up, rubbing their mouth. "Must of been some joke. TS update on Tim?"

"Bloody!" TS smiles.

"It's still really early, so give him a week or two." Jonny smiles softly. "Find anything?"

"Besides ruins? No. This place has been pretty untouched. Wasn't even anything good to loot." Ashes sighs, taking a cooked fish.

"That's a shame." Nastya sighs. "Wanted to bring some stuff back for Aurora."

"We'll do some more exploring later, Alex is incredibly skilled at finding neat little treasures." Ashes smiles. "They hoard things more than you do."

"Yeah and?" Jonny shakes his head.

"Did you raise them all on your own?" Lyf swallows the last remains kf the metal stick. "You had five."

"Yeah, I had five." Jonny crossed his arms. "It takes a village, but for the most part, I did. That town doesn't exist anymore. It's where the museum is." He pokes at the fire. "It was quite a small town, so everyone knew everyone kind of deal. I think the twins were the hardest since they were the first. I had no idea what I was doing."

"Aren't they all like a year apart from each other?" Nastya raised a brow.

"Yeah and? As I said I was a pretty big slut. The bitch who lived next to us insisted on watching the brats so I could have fun for a night or two. She actually just wanted to find me dead so she could take them for herself. It was a pretty big scandal back then. She killed her own kids and wanted to replace them. Jokes on her can't die. Just ended up knocked up. Although I stopped after Trevor, not because it was too much. I liked the little army of brats, but I like an idiot who realized they were mortal. I may have gotten a bit protective and paranoid." Jonny sighs.

"What did you home school them? Is that why they're carbon copies of you?" Ashes smiles softly at the fire.

"No, I'm not an idiot. I, however, became a... a um...." Jonny looks embarrassed.

Brian chuckles. "You became a pta mom."

"It wasn't called that." Jonny huffs. "But you're right. I raised hell for my children. I taught them to fight, lie, cheat, steal, and shoot. I actually didn't teach them to tell stories or music they conspiracy against me and surprised me. They're all self-taught like myself, better than me in most cases." He smiles. "You know Mae started her game after watching me die for the first time she can remember. It was her way of coping. I let it happen because her logic was sound her tiny fists holding her first knife was so cute. She fell into the sand and started to cry because Thomas pushed her, protecting me. He still plays around like that now."

"You were honest to them about all of this?" Brian looked surprised.

"Why would I lie? They deserved to know the truth. Sure maybe I'm pissed the gods aren't allowing them to rest but I'm also happy to have them again, and speaking of which Mae get the fuck out of the tree." Jonny looked up.

Mae groans and hops down from the tree. "You are absolutely no fun. Can I get an elderly discount?"

"No handicaps." Jonny snickers.

"Again what the fuck Jonny." Lyf covered up his surprise but it didn't stop Marius from suddenly waking up confused.

"Did you drown him?" Mae points to Marius, who gets up, and only his clothes are covered in mud.

"I took a nap." Marius rubs his face.

"Man your species is fucking weird." Mae shook her head.

"Child, how did you get into the tree?" Nastya stares, confused. "None of us heard you."

"I climbed, you guys are all weird." Mae shrugs, taking a fish.

Jonny pats the ground for her to sit. "Alright, why are you here?"

"To fuck with you mostly." Mae hums taking a bite. "Nah, I'm actually here to see what you guys are up to. Thomas and Laz are either plotting or doing something gross. Alex and Trevor and with Gram hunting. Janet is helping Raphaella and Carmillia. I got bored fucking around with Scratch so I'm here."

"Just because you're the best liar doesn't mean I can't tell when you do." Jonny hums as Mae flinched. "So why did they send you out here? Is it because you know how to keep your mouth shut?"

Mae huffs, and she really looked like Jonny in that moment. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Jonny smiles and ruffles her hair. "Yeah, yeah, did you lose against Trevor to come out here?"

Mae pouts. "I lost against Janet."

"You've lost your touch, little hammerhead." Jonny chuckles.

Nastya couldn't help but smile that was really wholesome. Maybe Aurora was right she shouldn't push Jonny.

Marius hums and blinks. "So why are you here?"

"Why do you look like shit?" Mae retorts.

"Because my body needs things from my homeworld, I can't provide it." Marius yawns.

"Is that why you've taken Tim into our nest nearly every night?" Lyf raised his brow.

"He's like a personal heater." Marius crossed his arms. "Also radioactive."

"You know you keep adding things which ruin whatever semblance of niceness from it." Lyf rubbed his temples.

"The way Janet explains your species, I'm not surprised." Mae finished her fish. "Anyway, I'm just going to cut to the chase. We're planning something for you, dad."

"And you won't tell me what that is." Jonny smiles.

"Nope." Mae gives a shit eating grin.

"She really is your kid." Ashes snickers.

[sarcasticratsims]

okay so Tanner invited Angie over to make dinner since her stove caught on fire, but this man is totally giving mixed signals because GUESS WHO I SAW FLIRTING WITH GIRLS AT THE CLUB...🙄🙄🙄 We can fix him...

Richard must have seen Oppenheimer and gotten excited cause wtf is going on here...

Angie found the Sylvan Glade! She's totally taking Tanner here when he asks her out...because he will...he's just too nervous 🤞🙄

-------------------- So much happens every time I play, but I'm actually having so much fun with this lmaoo -I had to give that man a makeover but apparently he's a spellcaster and a librarian so we'll see if he pops up again w/ neighborhood stories 🤞🤞🤞

Oh, and Angie got the adventurous personality trait <3

[n3ssier]

Hi! I just read your other works and their super good :o

I know that you have written about these so sry if ur tired of them. But can I request a kapkan and echo x female reader where they have a crush on her? And they not really confess but like kind of a "youre really cool" in their own language and super quietly, but jokes on them, reader speaks their native toungue, and begins flirting with them and they just turn into a tomato. Tysm!!

SORRY I TOOK LIKE 3 WEEKS TO RESPOND NGL I FORGOT I HAD REQUESTS😭😭🫶🫶 I HOPE YA LIKE IT, IM USING GOOGLE TRANSLATE SO THIS ISNT GONNA BE GREAT, also, requests are open again!! reblogs VERY appreciated, like i’ll give u a smooch fr fr

echo

much to your dismay, you and masaru's bond had been nothing more than a close friendship ever since the first mission you two had went on together, you spent time in the workshop, going out to small cafes near the base, and sharing your opinions which you felt were too blunt for the rest of rainbow together.

it was great and all, but you couldn't help but yearn to hold his hand when you two were headed anywhere, or to rest your head on his on the trip to your next missions. masaru being the lowkey inexpressive guy he is, he was giving you major mixed signals and you spent your nights stressing over what to do over this childish crush.

the clock read 22:17 and you were spending your night with masaru in the workshop, working on your gadgets together after a tiring mission.

his gun lay on the left side of the table while he attempted to fix a problem in his gadgets. you had finished everything you needed to do by now, and were just waiting on him to finish. you study his concentrated face as strands of his dark, nearly black hair fall forward and cover his forehead. boredom sinking in, you then tilt your head and take a look at your surroundings, shelves, saws, worn down work desks, and to your surprise, a little dumpling charm on your friends gun.

"awww, i never knew you had this on your gun" you chirped as your heart melts at the small addition to his equipment "it's so cute!!!" this causes masaru to turn his head over and see what on earth youre freaking out over, before turning back to his work and muttering something so hushed that you nearly miss it; “あなたも、あなたが知っている”😮. (you too, you know)

without really thinking, a response in the same language slips from your mouth; “なぜありがとう、私はあなたについて同じことが言えます” (why thank you, i could say the same about you) 🤭 masaru’s head snaps over to look at you, as you smile at him, not realising that he never thought you would understand. you admired him, feeling fuzzy as he stammered a “uhh n- no problem, never knew you spoke japanese.” awkward for him, but a dream come true for you!

kapkan

maxim isn't very talkative, he doesn't really see the point in chitchat, and he doesn't wanna make himself vulnerable in that way if ya get what i mean, and you know this, yet still put in the effort and managed to befriend him. it was difficult, of course, but it was worth it in the end when you got to uncover the sweet man he really is.

he could be cold, but you knew he never meant it, and you could always tell when he was secretly enjoying the supposedly 'annoying' rants you have would have with him on late nights after a mission in an attempt to converse with the russian man.

fast forwarding a wee bit, the cold and hard seat welcomed you inside of the helicopter. it was a fairly easy mission you had just been on and only 2 operators were needed so you and kapkan had went together. it was now time for the journey back to the base.

you knew maxim was tired, but you wanted to help him destress and loosen him up from the recent action he partook in.

"hey, can you believe the alexsandr (tachanka) called me a loser earlier!! i was outraged! i know he never meant it but still!" you began, slightly sarcastically, as you weren’t actually offended by the title

"what? why?" his tone was more inquisitive than usual, maybe because it was his fellow spetznaz member committing such atrocities, or because he wasn't his usual self that day for some odd reason. you appreciated the fact that he was definitely listen though. despite this, your response of “i dunno” didn’t answer his question well.

“Я не думаю, что ты неудачник, я думаю, ты довольно крут, ты знаешь” (i don’t think you’re a loser, i think you’re pretty cool, you know)

you feel your cheeks radiate a subtle warmth as you raise your eyebrows slightly in surprise at his sweet yet unexpected comment. “спасибо, максим, хотя если я крут, то какой ты?! ahа” (thanks maxim, but if i’m cool then what does that make you? aha) your response made his ears go red and his eyes widen, which you could see through the gap in his mask. maxims eyes being ever so slightly more exposed to the sunlight leaking into the helicopter. his eyes met yours and a simple smile was exchanged, one that would be the start of something

[spiritedscorpio]

Icy/Sky, smut.

I've always been fascinated by their scene in 2x05, when Icy encases Sky in ice and flirts with him.

Hot or Cold?

Warning: This story is mainly smut.

Summary: Bloom has been giving Sky mixed signals leading him to be entranced by the infamous ice witch. Toying with him leaves Sky craving to be with her again... what will her response be when he shows up at her window?

“So what is it you really wanted?” He attempted to pull her closer to him but instead was greeted with her bed when she shoved him down.

“Ah ah ah, if we’re doing this, we’re doing this my way” She materialized a few pairs of handcuffs and connected his wrists and ankles to her bed with them. Her fingers ran along his body and lightly grazed over his clothed cock, causing a tent to quickly form in his pants. She chuckled at him. “You’re this worked up already?”

She ran her hand over his cock again causing a desperate look to spread on his face. “Is there something you’d like me to do?”

His neediness grew as she increased the pace of her hand. “Please...” he huffed out. “suck me off”

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