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Steven Grant × Fem! Neighbor
Word count- 1,909
WARNINGS- 18+ (NO MINORS), blow job, riding, no protection, grinding, didn't proof read
Plot- you are his neighbor across the hall. Known Steven for three years. You take care of his flat when he goes on his random trips or of you notice he hasn't been around for awhile. So you go to feed his fish and he comes home while you're doing so.
You noticed Steven hasn't been back all day. As usual, you decide to feed his fish for him. Using the spare key he gave you. You weren't exactly sure why he'd be gone for so long here and there. But, you didn't question it. Not wanting to be too intrusive in his life. Grabbing the fish food, you sprinkle some in the tank. Watching the one-finned wonder feast. Smiling softly as you watched. Before you slightly jump, hearing the door open up.
"Oh! Hey, sorry.. I wasn't sure if you'd be gone for a few days…..again." You utter out.
"Nope, I just went on a v-very long walk. Haha.. You know…" Steven said in a weary tone.
Steven looked shaken up, sweaty, hair disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot. Which instantly gets you panicked. Quickly, you walk over to him. Doing a further inspection. Looked like he was in a fight.
"Are you okay!? Did someone jump you?"
"N-No.. No, I… I don't know."
"Hey.. It's okay. Just uhhh…—sit down. Lemme get a nice warm bath ready for ya."
You helped him over to the sofa. Before speed walking over to his bathroom. Bending down and turning on the water. Making sure it was nice and warm. Soon you start to fill the tub. Unfortunately, he didn't have any bath salts to add. You simply just add some body wash to suds it up a bit.
You knew Steven had some sort of condition.. But, you weren't sure what it was. Again, you thought it would be rude to ask or push him to tell you. So you just did your best to look after him. Shutting off the water and making sure there was a towel nearby. You stand up straight and turn around to see Steven in the doorway. Again, you jump a bit.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.. I just— how did you get into my flat?"
"..you gave me a spare key. Remember? One night you were heading out.. And you stopped by my door and gave me a key. So I could make sure your fish was fed.. Though you may of' been drunk. Heh, you were speaking with a different accent." You slightly chuckle.
"Oh…right! Yeah.. I somewhat remember that." He laughed awkwardly.
Stepping in the room and looking at the tub of water. "Thanks.. You do too much for me."
"Oh it's nothing.. You've always been a great neighbor." You smile.
You pat his arm and pass him, but stop. Hearing his pained grunt as he starts to take his jacket off. Turning back around you decide to further help him. Pulling his jacket off his shoulders. He looked at you and noticed you had your eyes closed. Trying to be polite in this slightly awkward situation. He lets you help him. Thanking you as you blindly help him undress. But let you leave before he removed his underwear.
You wait in the living room. Not sure if you should go quite yet. Since he seemed to be pretty out of it. Afraid he would get hurt or something. While you wait you decide to tidy things up. Maybe a nice clean flat would clear his mind. Cleaning up the room you were in first. Then you make it to the kitchen and soon his bedroom. Though, you froze as soon as you step foot in there. Seeing all the sand around his bed. The shackle he had at the foot of his bed. Not to mention all the locks on his door.
You tried not to question it. Fetching a broom you sweep the sand up, but you don't dispose of it. Not sure why it was surrounding his bed. Again, you did your best to not judge it.
Steven came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. Looking around for you. He found you making his bed. Afraid of what you'd think of his bedroom.
"I can explain." He said in a timid tone.
You look over your shoulder at him. "It's okay.. People are into what they're into. You don't have to explain anything."
"What!? N-No! It's not like that. I sleepwalk a lot! So I try to keep myself put. Or I'll end up somewhere mad." He sighed.
"Ah, I see. That's why you're gone for days sometimes.." You sit on the edge of his bed.
He simply nodded, glad you weren't too weirded out by it. He went to his closet to grab something to sleep in. You watch him, unable to help yourself. He had a rather nice body. Shit, you should probably leave now. Getting up from his bed, but you don't walk off yet. "Should I go..? Or.. Maybe.. I should stay. Maybe I could help you stay put." You say softly.
"You don't have to do that.. You've done enough for me. N-Not that I'm not appreciative." He smiled at you.
Walking up to him, you look into his eyes. "How long have we been friends?"
He was taken back from the random question. Humming softly as he thought for a moment. "For quite some time. Years? Sorry I can't recall how many. But a while, yes. Wh—"
You cut him off with a kiss. Cupping his face gently. As you smooch him carefully. He was a bit stiff, but soon relaxed. "Three years.." He answers between kisses. His hands end up on your hips.
"Mm.. That's right." You break the kiss, but keep close to him. "Lemme stay to take care of you. I've always wanted to.. I care a lot about you, Steven." You brush your fingers through his damp hair.
"Okay.. But things may get weird.."
You giggle softly, "That's what I'm hoping for."
You take his hands from your hips and lead him to bed. Turning his back to the bed. You place your hands on his chest. His cheeks were rather red as you lean up. Kissing him once again, this time they were more tender. Until you shove him down on the bed. Hopping on top of him. As he became more flustered. He propped himself up on his elbows. Leaning back on them as he stared up at you.
You kiss down his neck and against his chest. "I'll make you feel so much better." You whisper against his chin. His breathing hitched a bit as he continued to watch you. "P-Please.." He begged. As your kisses trail further down his torso. Then you let your tongue travel back up his body. Pecking his lips as you shoot him a smirk.
"Tell me what you want." You whisper in his ear. Before laying a few kisses against it.
"Geez, I dunno.. Didn't think this w-would ever happen." He mumbled. Trying to think straight, but he couldn't.
"I can start by getting you hard.." You offer.
Before he could ramble about it. You get off of him. Sitting next to him as you reach over. Slowly, unwrapping his towel. His cock was still more on the soft side. You were more than happy to fix that. Taking it into your hand. You give his shaft a few pumps. Massaging it gently, mesmerized by the sight of it.
Steven sighed deeply as he fully laid back down. His face stained red as he looked away shyly. You let him for now. Lowering yourself closer to his hardening member. "Let's see how much I can get in my mouth." You say before licking his tip. Your tongue was nice and warm. Carefully, it circled his head. Coating it in some saliva. Before taking the tip into your mouth. Moaning softly against it as you sucked deeply. Your hand, still stroking his shaft.
"Mmm.. Y/N. I need more.." Steven begged softly. Reaching down and grabbing a fistful of your hair.
It was your turn to start blushing. You eye him as you let more of him in your mouth. Putting half his length in. Your head bobbing at a decent pace. He was fully erect at this point. Which made it all the better. You felt him throb and could taste some precum. It makes your core heat up with need. Clenching your thighs together for some friction.
God, you needed him inside of you. Pulling your mouth from his hard on. You hear him whine from the loss of your mouth. You jump up from the bed. Getting your shoes, socks, and eventually shorts off.
Steven watches with somewhat lustful eyes. He wanted you badly, you could see it. You were more than happy to give it to him. At last, you slide off your panties. For a split second, he could see your wet underwear. "Oh wow.. Uhh need me to d-do anything..?"
"No, just sit back and relax." You smirk.
You kind of enjoyed being the dominant one. Soon you were back on top of him. In a reverse cowgirl position. Lowering yourself against his cock. It was nestled between your pussylips. Grinding slowly against him. His cock sliding forwards and backwards through your folds and against your clit. Making you moan softly as you grip his thighs.
For some reason he was still nervous to even touch you. So he gripped onto the sheets. Your warmth was incredible and not to mention how wet it was. The room was full of moans and subtle creaking from the bed. "Ahh~ goddamn." You sigh.
"Wanna be inside of me?"
"Yes! Fuckin hell.. Please. I really do."
A breathful giggle escapes you by his needy response. Lifting your hips, strings of precum connect you two. Before you lower yourself. Sinking onto his boner, making you cry out lightly. Feeling as though he fit you perfectly. Of course, he groaned sharply from the initial sensation. After a few moments, you were bouncing on him. Letting out pleasurable moans.
Your core squeezes his shaft firmly. As if it never wants to be without him again. The beds creaking escalates. While you bounce faster and harder. "Ahh!! Fuck!" You yell out. Clawing into his legs as you don't stop.
Steven winces a tad from your scratches. But was for more focused on you fucking him. He chanted your name louder and louder. Unable to take much more. Instinctually, he grabs your hips. Staring at your ass as you ride him. Soon repeating over and over he was about to cum.
You hear his warnings of finishing. Even you were close, about to release any second. Reaching down you stroke your clit to help you get there faster. A sharp gasp leaves you as you hit your orgasm. When your core starts to throb and squeeze roughly around his shaft. It triggers his climax as well. Gripping your hips even harder as he fills you.
His back arches and mouth hangs open. As he pumps out cum, the warm liquid oozes into you. Making you slightly flustered by the feeling. It soon quiets down as you both come down from your pleasurable high. Now you both just pant softly.
Lifting off of him, you collapse next to him. Instantly, he clings onto you. His needy behavior showed again. Which you sort of found adorable. Liking that he wanted this from you. Wrapping your arms around him. As he snuggles against your chest.
"I feel a lot better.." He chuckled breathlessly.
"Good… maybe we could do this every night." You giggle. Kissing the top of his head.
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The nurse’s office | Peter Parker fic
Summary: Sometimes Peter forgets about his super strength. He simply wanted to put Brad Davis in his place when he tried to make a mockery of him, and now he was sitting in the nurses office with a very pretty, very concussed girl; oh and it was all his fault.
Word count - 2461
Warnings - injury, probably language
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Peter Parker was not the kind of guy that played sports. Before the spider bite the thought of any kind of physical exercise repulsed him, stole his breath just thinking about it. As a nerd he didn’t have the kind of endurance for that kind of thing.
Even now, with super abilities, he still didn’t really enjoy the idea. He thought people would be confused how such a skinny, nerdy kid suddenly became an all-star sport’s player. So he simply didn’t try— Plus he was rather content sticking to lego builds and science books.
But one thing he couldn’t stand was people challenging him to try and show off. ‘People’ being none other than Brad Davis.
He thought he could make fun of Peter and try to impress some random group of girls all in one. Challenging the boy to try and beat him in a quick game of hoops as he called it. In any other circumstance he would’ve declined, let him take the win and boast all he wanted, because truly Peter didn’t have the patience to amuse a jock like him when all Brad wanted was to humiliate the poor boy. Which is why he got so irritated so easily. He just wanted to prove him wrong and then go back to his conversation with Ned, but the universe is never on little old Peter Parker’s side.
You just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You’d been chatting with a friend on the sidelines, paying zero attention to the essential testosterone war going on behind you. Peter had nothing against you, hell he didn’t actually know you. He was aware you were in a few of his classes but you were usually quiet and didn’t talk to many people if you didn’t have to. But from what he’d gathered you were sweet, kind to everyone you did talk to, and completely innocent to Brad Davis’ antics.
Which is why you weren’t paying attention when the two boys started throwing the basketball around. The taller of the two was doing wonders to hide his surprise that Peter could even make a basket from the distance he was standing, but there was no way he was going to be out performed in front of a group of hot girls by nerdy Peter Parker.
Realistically he shouldn’t have gotten so aggressive, and Peter shouldn’t have retaliated in the same way, not when he knew how dangerous his super strength could be. He could lift a bus with his bare hands, nevermind the damage he could do with a simple rubber ball if he threw it hard enough.
Unfortunately for you, that’s what he did. Though it was aimed at his opponent rather than you, the man actually saw it coming. Meaning you were the unsuspecting victim of Peter’s careless plot for revenge.
“Look out!” he yelled, watching as the ball flew through the air in the direction of the wrong person, too fast for even him to get to without exposing himself as the masked web slinger hero.
He winced when he saw the rubber collide right with your head, hearing the gasp of shock you let out from the sudden pain spreading through you.
“Shit,” you cursed, hand coming up to clutch your forehead once the ball had bounced away from you. All you could feel was the pain from the hit, barely even able to hear the commotion it’d caused around you.
You barely recognised your friends in the growing crowd of people when you looked up, the blinding lights of the gym causing you to hiss in pain. Peter was the person that blocked out the direct light with his body, standing in front of you so he could do his best to check on your current state.
“I am so sorry,” he apologised profusely, panicking as he didn’t quite know how he was meant to help in this situation. This is exactly why Peter never played sports.
Obviously the ever so compassionate jock, Brad seemed to find some humour in the situation, although it wasn’t much appreciated by anyone that was just trying to check if you were okay. “Way to go Parker.”
He tuned him out so he didn’t have to hear him, lightly placing his hands on your arms when he noticed you were swaying in an attempt to steady you.
“Are you okay?” His spidey sense told him you very much weren’t, and he was already feeling awful. The look on your face wasn’t good, a mix of discomfort and confusion that had him worrying a large amount for someone he barely knew.
“My head hurts,” you whined. There was also the addition of a slight sick feeling in your stomach, the hit having knocked off your balance and caused some motion sickness from the way the room spun.
“I know, I know,” he cooed. It was too difficult for you to even think at the moment, so you didn’t question why the boy was being so sympathetic. If this was any other Midtown boy the most you would’ve gotten was an apology and then they would’ve simply scurried away from the scene so they didn’t get into trouble.
He saw the slight change in your features, seeing the way your nose scrunched up and you began to sway. “I don’t feel so good.”
And that was the last thing you said before falling backwards, barely caught by the brunette to stop you hitting your head on the solid floor. Peter cursed quietly under his breath, readjusting where his hands were in order to lift you.
“Let’s get you to the nurse.” There were a few shocked gasps when he hoisted you up into his arms. Most of Midtown knew Peter Parker as the kid who failed to do a pushup in gym one year, and now here he was carrying a whole limp person with such ease.
He brushed off the confused stares though, not wanting to get himself tangled in a web of lies that he’d never get out of, all to protect his real, super secret, reason.
It wasn’t every day you saw one of the school’s biggest nerds carrying a limp body through the halls, hence why Peter got so many strange looks from bystanders that’d just been visiting their lockers or switching between classes. He ignored them of course, dead set on getting you right to the nurse’s office to get you checked over. God, May would be pissed if she found out he’d severely injured you.
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The two of you were in the office for quite some time before you regained consciousness. The nurse had called your mother and informed her about what had happened and how you were currently doing, which is the only way Peter knew what damage he’d caused.
But eventually it’d passed the point of too long for the older woman to just sit and wait like the teenage boy, so she’d left you to his nervous company.
So when you woke up Peter was there and ready with an explanation he’d been preparing the whole time you were out. What gave away your consciousness to him was the way your heart rate elevated slightly, the boy sitting forward in his seat to prepare for when you spoke.
You whimpered sadly when the light hit your fluttering eyes, raising your hand to block it out of your sight like a sort of shield. “What’s going on?”
You awkwardly removed the ice pack from your head too, eyes squinting to look at it with a clear expression of confusion that Peter had no problem clearing up for you.
“Hey, hey. You have a mild concussion, you need to keep that on there.” He was so gentle when placing the ice back onto your head that you could’ve sworn you fell in love right then and there.
“A concussion?” you asked rhetorically. You didn’t understand how a simple injury could cause it. You’d seen many sports players be hit with these things and they always walked away fine, why were you any different?
Obviously you didn’t know that the teen in front of you was enhanced, if you did then it’d all probably make sense, but Peter couldn’t risk telling you that. The male saw that you were clearly struggling to put it together, and in an attempt to save his identity, changed subjects.
“Is- um, is the room okay? Do you feel any better?”
“The lights are too bright,” you complained, head beginning to pound concerningly more when you could no longer stop the harsh brightness from getting into your eyes. The brunette was quick to leap up from his seat and press the light switch, but you found that the natural daylight leaking into the room wasn’t much fun either, and that was something he unfortunately couldn’t just switch off.
“I-I can’t do anything about that other light,” he explained. You were disappointed but you understood, humming quietly to confirm it was okay. He saw the way your eyes fluttered shut again, presuming you were trying to hide from any kind of brightness.
There were a few moments of awkward silence, the only sounds being your synced breathing. Peter didn’t know what to say, or even if you wanted to talk. He assumed you were mad at him for what he did, but he wasn’t exactly the best at spotting emotions when they weren’t outright stated to him, especially with a person he knew nearly nothing about.
And you were almost exactly that. Don’t get him wrong, he knew who you were, basic information like your name and who your friends were, but this might’ve been the longest conversation he’s had with you yet, and it all started with him very violently throwing a ball at your head.
“So, it was you that hit me with the basketball?” You asked. Seeing as you’d had your back turned you didn’t see the culprit, so you simply wanted to confirm he was being this nice because it was him. He looked down at his feet, cheeks blushing a soft pink shade as he hummed. “You really know how to make a girl swoon, huh?” you teased. You blinked open your eyes for a second to see both the apples of his cheeks and the tips of his ears tinting a brighter pink shade, pulling a giggle out of you.
It took him a little bit to get out of his embarrassed state, but when he did he was more than willing to keep up the playful banter.
“Well I did quite literally have you falling at my feet,” he carried on. Your eyes flickered over to him, seeing the tiny smile that signalled he was holding back a laugh and you couldn’t help but let out your own giggle at his joke.
Over the next hour or so you learnt how truly sweet Peter was. You’d never really gotten the chance to know him past his name, but now you were happy that you did. He was just so incredibly sweet.
“I must say, if anyone was going to give me a concussion, I’m glad it was you.”
He chuckled, nodding his head. You sent him a sweet smile, and maybe your eyes lingered on one another's for a little bit too long.
“And I’m glad I gave it to you.” His words only hit him a few seconds after they’d left his mouth, quickly shaking his head as he tried to furiously explain that wasn’t what he meant. “No- I- I’m not glad I gave you a concussion, I-“
You’d never seen a teenage boy so embarrassed, especially not one of the ones from Midtown who were known for being cocky and overconfident. “You’re cute, Parker.”
That just about killed him.
Neither of you really knew what to say after that. Peter was much too in his head after your compliment to even think of eligible words he could say to you, and you were still in quite a lot of pain so the silence was actually rather welcoming.
Only when the nurse re-entered her office to tell you your mother was here did you actually start talking again.
He was nice enough to help you stand up, making sure you were a hundred percent balanced before he let go. Once again you appreciated his help, hence why you didn’t want this to just be a one time encounter, you’d like to get to know him a little better.
He walked with you through the empty halls of the school building, making small talk and occasionally making the other laugh until you reached the outside of the building.
You turned to him before making your departure. “Do you have any paper?”
He thought about it for a second before reaching into his pocket, pulling out what you assumed was a random, old subway ticket. He watched you pull out a pen and struggle to find someplace, which ended up just being your hand, that you could rest the flimsy paper in order to write on it.
You were done within seconds, putting your pen away and outstretching your hand to him.
“Here.” You handed him the scrap of paper you’d scribbled on with a devious smile, watching the boy intently as he took it from you. He was uncertain at first from your scattered handwriting, probably a side effect of the concussion, but he was quick to work out that you’d just given him your number. An actual girl, had given Peter, her number. That really was a first for him.
“What’s this for?” he asked, trying desperately to hide the dumb grin threatening to make itself known on his face. A girl had never given him her number before, at least not with the intent of using it for something other than the answers to science homework.
“To keep you updated,” you innocently shrugged. His eyes kept flickering down to the new contact displaying your name and back up to you, where you were now making your way to your mother’s car. He had to nearly shout just so you’d be able to hear him from your new distance. “On what exactly?”
“How well I’m healing. See you later, Parker.” You gave him one of them cutesy small waves that made his heart burst, the boy struggling to reciprocate from how flustered he was. Although that hadn’t been an isolated experience in the time he’d spent with you today, he’d pretty much been a stuttering, love-sick puppy the entire time.
You didn’t hear him respond after climbing into your mom’s car, but he still tried anyway with a dumb smile plastered to his face.
“Yeah, see you later.”
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The Ruthless Prince (Part 10) Scaramouche x fem!reader [Genshin Royal AU]
Summary: When Prince Scaramouche picks you out of a random group of commoners to marry, your life is turned upside down. He’s mean, snarky, condescending and he doesn’t act like a proper husband or prince at all. However, when Prince Tartaglia from the neighbouring kingdom takes an interest in you, Prince Scaramouche finds himself even more annoyed than usual. This is the story of him and you navigating this roller coaster of a relationship.
Warnings: Just lots of dialogue and retelling in this chapter, not much actual Scaramouche in this story. Little Scaramouche makes an appearance for like, 20 cute seconds, haha. We’re going to the main action plot, so it’s not really sunshine and daisies, tw: death, does not follow the actual genshin lore but takes ideas from it, this is kinda looking more like a royal+fantasyAU hahaha sorry.
Word Count: 2.1k words
Summary and a recap on the Royal AU plots are here.
Read other parts: (Ruthless Prince Masterlist)
“...and that’s what he said!”
You were clutching the blanket resting on your lap, looking towards Kuni who had a shocked look on his face.
“The prince…he told you this on his own accord?”
“Yes!”
Kuni fell silent.
There was no one else in the room aside from him and you.
Yet again, Scaramouche had done a disappearing act.
It seemed to be his only way of solving things: avoiding them.
Scaramouche saw the horror in your face when he told you, and instantly thought that he had made a mistake. He shouldn’t have told you. He shouldn’t have said anything. He was supposed to be the one to tell you the story, but the look in your eyes reminded him of the ghosts in past. “Just… ask Kuni about it,” then he left.
You ended up not having an appetite. Confused and rattled at the same time.
“Apologies, princess,” Kuni started with a sigh “...It’s not what it seems, perhaps when you’re all better I can explain the story to you–”
“Kuni,” you looked at the older man, stubborn persistence in your eyes. “I have to know. Right now,”
Kuni observed you for a moment, then glanced around the room, looking for a chair. He drags one over, closer to your bed, a solemn look on his face. “If at any time you feel unwell, do say so,” he clears his throat. “The prince doesn’t know how to express himself. So I believe he was…not threatening you, but instead he was merely trying to share an incident of long past…”
I never thought I’d talk about this again.
You were getting perturbed. It was like you couldn’t trust anyone around you. Being rude is one thing, but being a murderer was a completely different problem.
“It’s not what he makes it to be,” Kuni closes his eyes, memory traveling far back into the depths, snatching at tiny snippets to retell. “Simply said, it was an accident. We...have not talked about it in a long time,”
Kuni opens his eyes, wearily smiling, eyes faraway and as if in a realm different from yours.
“The prince was, just as any child was: Jovial, curious and energetic. He ran around like other kids did, and played outside in the sun just the same. I suppose he did have more of a temper than the others did, but it wasn’t anything noteworthy. Just the usual tempers a child would go through,”
“Tartaglia! That’s not fair! You said I could be the seeker next!” A younger Scaramouche stomps his foot on the ground. The surrounding garden is peaceful, and the kids playing amongst themselves are roughly the same age. Tartaglia laughs apologetically. “Ah, yeah! I forgot! It’s okay, you can be next, okay? I promise!”
Little Scaramouche puffs his cheeks out, but relents and looks for a hiding place while Tartaglia’s sister starts counting.
“Tartaglia’s father and Scaramouche’s father were good friends. The alliance between our two kingdoms were strong, we flourished with trade agreements, shared resources that the other didn’t have…I suppose that’s where the story starts. Snezhnaya ran across a discovery that was all too powerful,”
“...A fake vision?” Scaramouche’s father inspects the trinket. It looked just like the real thing.
“I wouldn’t call it a fake,” Tartaglia’s father hummed. “It works just like the real thing, potentially even more powerful…A delusion, as I call it,”
“...And what are you planning to use it for?”
“Military force, of course! Without visions, our knights are mediocre at best.”
“You mean to say that you’ve given your knights delusions?” Scaramouche’s father asks with an air of worry.
“Hydro delusions. Made from my own hydro vision. You should see them! They’re stronger than they ever were, fueled by a power they never had! My friend, imagine if we could make delusions out of your electro vision,”
“Can I interrupt you for a second there?” Your voice cuts through Kuni’s retelling. “This…vision thing. Only the nobles have them, right?”
Kuni doesn’t answer immediately. “Back then, we believed so, yes. That only the nobles were presented with such a power. However, times have changed, and we’re more open to the possibility that a vision can be granted to anyone who longed for it,”
“So…Scaramouche, the king and the queen, Tartaglia and his parents, they all have one?”
“Indeed they do. They saw it as a blessing granted to them,”
You tried not to show any apprehension or doubt in your face, but there must’ve been a hint of it appearing. A blessing, huh? You supposed it entirely depended on how people looked at it, because from where you sat and listened, it just sounded like a lot of responsibilities.
You signaled for Kuni to continue.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to decline, my friend,” Scaramouche’s father hands back the hydro delusion.
“Ah, well if you change your mind, the offer is always here,”
“It turns out that in order to make a delusion, they had to extract the element from a real vision, and so Tartaglia’s father was persistent in asking our king to lend the power of his electro vision…Our king, of course, declined. He was not the type of person to interrupt the natural flow of things…He felt that if humans interfered too much into powers that they didn’t understand, it might cause great disaster…”
You tried to follow where the story was going. From the way Kuni was telling it, it wasn’t difficult to figure out that something had gone wrong along the way. “...But the king was forced to use it, at some point?”
“Yes,” Kuni sighed. In his mind, the story is still fresh as it was yesterday. The happenings as if it just transpired. “Our peace continued, up until the neighbouring kingdom threatened to overtake us. See, we were but a small kingdom back then, milady. There was no possible way for us to fight back, not with our small military power…The King realized this…and took up the offer,”
“He agreed to make electro delusions out of his own vision?” you concluded wrongly for Kuni, who shook his head slowly.
“There was not enough time to produce electro delusions. So Prince Tartaglia’s father lent our king the hydro delusions that he already had on hand. There was no doubt about it, once our knights donned the hydro delusions, the war was over before it even started. The enemies had no chance at all. But…the king discovered a greater tragedy.”
“Accelerated aging…They’re losing their life force far too fast while using the delusions,” the royal doctor broke the news to the king, eyes filled with confusion and worry all at the same time. It was beyond the realm of what he had seen, never had he observed a human deteriorate in such a short time.
“All of them?” the king asked in horror. Watching as three of his knights remained bed-ridden for days, their hair slowly turning grey.
“It seems not. Particular people are weaker against the effects. Your captain, for instance, has yet to feel the effects of the delusions, but these three young men have been the hardest hit,”
“...Take the delusions away. All of it. Return it back to Snezhnaya,”
……….
Your head tilts up at the silence, eyes questioning Kuni when you realize that he had stopped. He seemed to be struggling with something, the same expression of contemplation appearing on his face just as it did yesterday on Scaramouche’s.
You give him time, and he breathes out a heavy sigh.
“I’m afraid…I still cannot fully explain in words what I experienced and saw that day...but the disaster happened before we could even return the delusions…Prince Scaramouche…managed to get his hands on one of the hydro delusions and…”
There’s a pregnant pause once again, and you finally feel like the story is reaching its peak. Suddenly, Kuni stands up. You sit up from your relaxed position as well, thinking that he was about to walk away and abandon the story, but he lifts his shirt up halfway.
There, on his left abdomen, right at the edge of his waist, was a large puncture wound. New, pink and rubbery skin had tried to cover up the hole that was once there. The scar looked soft to the touch, and it was clear that the deformity would never be the same again.
Your eyes were tacked on to it, the little pieces that Kuni told you melding together and forming a bigger picture. “That’s–”
“I was the captain of the knights back then,” Kuni suddenly continued, dropping his hold on the fabric. “...but I was called in far too late. When I arrived, the prince…had already taken two lives,”
You didn’t gasp, nor did you sigh. You didn’t notice that you were holding your breath.
“He was just a child, yet the delusion took to him. He was a completely different being, wrapped in an aura that wasn’t his...I was the only one who managed to wrestle the delusion away from him. When he awoke, he recalled no such events… However, with blood on his hands and the wound on my side, he quickly realized what he had done...”
Fear, or sorrow? The two were battling within you and you hadn’t a clue which one was winning.
“The prince changed after those events. And the king... took me out of knight’s duty and placed me as the prince’s guardian.”
Never had you heard silence with such an intensity.
“The incident was covered up easily…Aside from the prince, the king and the queen…Only I knew what truly transpired that day…I suppose it’s one of our kingdom’s biggest sins…to not properly honour those who fell in that tragedy…”
You couldn’t help but place a hand on your mouth and sink back to lean on the bed’s headboard, trying to picture the scene in your mind. Trying to process the entirety of the situation. How to feel about it. What to make of it. What it meant for you and for others.
I can’t pretend that I’m okay with this…
You see a flash of Scaramouche’s glare in your mind.
I can’t pretend that I’m not scared… but…does everything that happened really justify the way he treats people in the present? Shouldn’t he be more…understanding?
“...So he’s got issues to work on,” you manage to mumble out your first thoughts, and to your surprise, Kuni chuckles.
“I’m glad you think so, milady,” he starts to move the chair back to where it was supposed to be. “But do not be mistaken…it isn’t your job alone to remedy his problem.” Kuni doesn’t give any more explanation other than that. There was still much to say, but he gathered that the conversation had to be between you and the pince.
“I know you have a lot to think about, princess, so I’ll take my leave. The questions and thoughts you have right now, and the one’s you come up with can wait... I suppose the prince may have more answers and insights into it, now that he’s grown up,”
“Hardly grown up…” you mutter, and melt back down on your bed, closing your eyes to really internalize the story. “Thank you, Kuni,”
He gives a small sound of understanding before you hear him excuse himself, the sound of the door opening and closing indicating to you that he’d left.
The silence helped.
For a moment you laid in bed. Draped your arm over your eyes and merely let yourself…exist.
You asked yourself why Scaramouche always had the worst of timings.
Just when you think everything was going to be okay, he had the uncanny talent of making everything unravel again.
Why does he have to tell me…Does it have anything to do with the attempted assassination? And why now? Does he think I’m about to die or something, and this is the last chance he gets to confess?
You huffed to yourself. Thanking the Gods that your body and wound didn’t burn as much as it did anymore, but it still took a lot out of you. Though, you couldn’t completely blame him. It was you, after all, who had a moment of sheer panic in front of him, thinking you were about to take your last breath through that coughing fit. He didn’t offer any kind words, but you remember the feeling of his hand behind your head.
That really happened, I wasn’t imagining it.
That moment of vulnerability you showed. Was that what caused him to reach out? The possibilities and theories of whys and how comes were not decreasing. The more you thought about it, the more questions popped up.
In some senses, your relationship with Scaramouche was exactly the same.
You learned more about him, yet nothing about him all at the same time.
He was an infuriating mystery.
And your final thoughts before you decided to leave it for now and focus on your recovery:
That’s what I get for marrying a stranger, I guess.
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“Rindou’s Himbo”
A/N: this was something I came up with whole ass scenarios for, with a friend, so expect to see more of this kinda prompt😁✨
Pronouns: He/Him
Tags: @ushi-lord aka the friend who helped me come up with the idea
Warning(s): slight(legal) age gap, reader is tall, reader is German, some of my own Haitani hcs, reader is also ace(sorry if you’re not, it just fits with the plot), German is translated,
As of late, Rindou had stopped clinging to his brothers side and coming home at random times.
It was.. odd.
So, Ran thought it would be a good idea to follow him.
He then winded up finding Rindou in a library with two other people, a guy with gelled up black hair, and a tall man with [h/c] coloured hair.
They all seemed to be studying.
And the big guy? He looked like he was having major issues with the black haired dude. Than there was just Rindou shaking his head.
As Ran was taking the hilarious veiw and engraving it into his memory, it seemed he had forgotten to hide from Rindou’s view as he saw Rindou glaring at him and pointing to a bookshelf next to their table.
“Oh fuck..”
After Ran explained why he was there, he started integrating Rindou, much to Rindou’s annoyance.
Ran, who noticed Rindou wasn’t going to budge, started complaining and whining. Saying how his “baby” brother must not love him enough to tell him about his dear friends, who he has been visiting to “avoid” his big brother.
Which led to Rindou telling Ran about how he started dating this guy, and that it was actually the tall male he had left at the table with the black haired one.
Then Rindou just dropped that he was turning 21 in a few months.
“…. What?” Ran asked, obviously in shock.
“He’s going to turn 21 in a few months?” Rindou stated, confused with Ran’s shock.
“Rin… you know he can legally drink right?”
“Yeah? And?”
“You’re 18!” Ran said, raising his voice slightly.
“He won’t do anything.” Rindou said in a matter of fact tone.
“How would you know that?!” Ran yelled quietly.
“One, he’s ace. Two, he’s literally-“
“NEIN!! DU LIEGST FALSCH!(NO!! YOU’RE WRONG!!)” A deep German accent shouted, interrupting Rindou.
“Stupid…” Rindou mumbled the rest of his sentence. “God… not again.” Rindou sighed, speed walking away from Ran and to the other side of the bookshelf where he was sitting before.
“The fuck?…” Ran questioned, following Rindou.
On the other side of the bookshelf Ran watched as the tall German man, now also mentally labeled as Rindou’s boyfriend, who Ran totally remembered the name of, yelled in, what Ran supposed was German.
Suddenly a security gaurd came and grabbed the black haired male, and Rindou’s boyfriend and led them to the door, Rindou and Ran following behind.
The German man grunted, and grumbled something under his breath as the security guard let him go.
The gelled haired man glared at the German, and started a quiet argument.
Rindou apologized as he and Ran walked by the security guard, and out of the library.
“How are you so sure he’s ace?” Ran asked, pulling Rindou to the side, facing away from the other two.
“That’s random.” Rindou stated.
“I mean, if he’s stupid enough to get out of a library, how do you know he’s smart enough to know the definition of asexual?”
Sighing, Rindou, instead of explaining normally, gave Ran a full on story “Some girl tried to hook up with him and he yelled at her saying, and I quote “sex? Nein! Nasty! I will not have adult naughties! Ew!” and the rest was just him telling her to get away and that she was very rude.”
“I’m… I’m convinced he’s not an adult..” Ran said.
“He is..” Rindou sighed “somehow..”
“What was that?”
“It’s-“ Rindou started “HOLY SHIT HE JUST HIT THAT GUY!” Rindou shouted as soon as he looked back.
Ran turned around and watched as Rindou pull the giant of a man away and sit him down on the library’s steps, as the gelled haired dude ran away.
“{Reader}? Darling, why did you hit him?”
“He said 2 x 2 equaled four! He wouldn’t listen to me try to explain it doesn’t and so I beat it into him!” {Reader} said proudly, his Japanese a little broken.
“{Reader}… he was right… you should’ve listened to his explanation.. he is your tutor after all,, or was.” Rindou said, rubbing circles in the German man’s back.
Ran, who was still standing, stifled a laugh behind a fake cough.
{Reader} whipped his head around towards Ran. “What?! Something funny braid bitch?!”
“Darling, that’s my brother.”
“Bruder? Oh, Bitte verzeih mir(please forgive me).” {Reader} apologized awkwardly.
Ran, knowing a good amount of German, was about to accept his apology, when suddenly {Reader} locked hands with Rindou and started rushing down the stairs.
“Rindou and I have date planned! Good bye braid bitch! Have a good day!” {Reader} shouted back, practically skipping off with Ran’s beloved brother.
“You too!…. Wait- WHO SAID YOU COULD GO ON A DATE?! I KNOW I DIDNT!! GET BACK HERE!!” Ran yelled, sprinting after the couple.
Little did they know, they were soon to be one of, if not the most, feared trio in Tokyo.
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.·:*¨༺ not allowed. ♱ steven grant ༻¨*:·.
SUMMARY: in which you got a job at a sex hotline
or alternatively, in which you, a phone sex operator, got a hold of a guy who is just as emotionally unavailable as you.
SHIP: fem reader!steven grant
WARNINGS: explicit content (minors stay out) mainly edging and slight degradation, phone sex obviously, mentions of sex work, mentions of death and grief, explicit language, random story-telling/plot
WORD COUNT: 4.6K
SONG: https://open.spotify.com/track/0jA4h2SD50Oak4C3Vn905a?si=bdab5abd43404541
A/N: for some reason I feel like this is the worst thing I could’ve written for steven. i’m so sorry steven. I know if he read this he would actually be horrified. marc would be like Suze from Euphoria watching that damn play, and oscar isaac would probably frame this tho. anyways yes merry christmas. REBLOGS, NOTES, AND COMMENTS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED !!
.·:*¨༺♱༻¨*:·.
you began your career as a phone sex operator last week.
You had experience, and all you did was recreate the faking it scene from 'Easy A' by slamming into walls and moaning pathetically. Hotline sex was just a side job since you were banned from Uber Eats as a delivery driver for throwing drinks at a customer. You assumed it was because you had anger issues, and honesty, you haven't been having the best year, so you took it out on the customer. Then again, that customer was being a sneaky little twat who didn't tip you at all and - stop before you upset yourself again. This was a temporary job in an old office building in south London, and Easy A was your favorite movie. You could do the job with your eyes closed.
Most of the people who call are spouses, so unsatisfied with each other that you almost vowed never to get married or have children. They would call in between work breaks or when the other is asleep, exploring interests, kinks, and fetishes that they don't want the other to know about. Some are so outlandish that you had to google them, which was quite embarrassing. Other callers are lonely or depressed and get satisfaction without having to see someone. You assumed these people were hermits, hoarders, and loners and perfectly understood their isolation. As previously mentioned, it hasn't been our year. Your mental health is always out on the ledge; it's hard sometimes to get yourself to eat or sleep or shower; you daydream or leave your mind whenever you speak to someone, unable to remember what they just told you. You thought that losing someone would get easier with time, but it only worsened. Not to mention that your cat ran away on top of all that. Your apartment lies still when you peek into the shoe closet and see their shoes stacked on another in the shoe cubby you both installed. The silence is deafening as everything everywhere all at once starts to hit you.
Yeah, it hasn't been your year.
Your boss has made it a little better; she's an older woman, the trailer park type. You answered an ad online, and she was the one who sat up the interview. She checks up on you, and she seems to be the only one to notice your plight and your potential. she also treats the employees right. It has made working there easier. Not to mention that you all get private cubicles and paid sick leave if the occasion ever arises. She's also given you many recommendations to other customers and let the others trade appointments, which landed you into getting an appointment with a man named 'Steven' at 11:30 pm.
'Steven' is the name of a friend of a long-time customer named Marc. Apparently, Marc was worried about Steven because Steven had been going through a 'rough patch' and was 'lonely' and 'pathetic' - Marc's words, not your boss's. he thought getting him an appointment with a phone sex operator would lighten his mood a little and make him seem less like a loner.
Men are so fucking strange.
But you happily accept the request because Marc was handsomely paying a whopping 200 pounds. Once again, at that point, you wonder why he hasn't produced an actual sex worker to get with Steven, but then you remember the rest of your socially awkward clientele, and the pieces click. You sat in your office chair and tossed around a purple hacky sack as the LED lights shined hot pink lights onto your cheek. You wore black silk pajama shorts with a hot pink bow and a crop top tank with a laced V-neck. You were allowed to wear whatever you wanted, but you decided to dress in your pajamas. Soft RnB music, probably written or sung by American singers like SZA or HER, blasted through the overhead speaker that connected all the offices. Your boss had a teenage daughter who made the playlist "for general vibes," whatever that means. You swiveled around in your chair and waited for this 'Steven' to call.
When it came to the actual phone sex, you never really get much out of it.
You thought you just had a defected vagina because of how stressful and terrible the past couple of months have been because nothing screams sexy like funeral-chic, am I right? Maybe your grief and anti-depressants made it hard for you to get off, but it wasn't in your job description to cum with the customers, so you were never really worried about it. But it was starting to taunt you. How do people move on? Find other lovers? have meaningless sex? and form emotional bonds? How do people do anything without feeling guilty? You ponder this thought as eleven-thirty rolls around, and the phone rings. At that point, you were pretty much vaping the rest of your lung capacity away. You put down the puff-bar and grabbed your headset, placing it over your head, rushing. As you pressed the green button, you let out a small sigh. "thank you for calling HoneyBunnys! You're talking to HoneyBunny Y/N." you announce yourself, but all you hear is static and nervous shuffling. You furrow your eyebrows. "sir? are you there?" you call out again.
"uh-shit...y-yes! yes, i... am?"
"is this Steven?"
"y-yes this is...he, who are you?"
"I'm Honeybunny Y/N...you called HoneyBunny's, Sir."
"...?"
"...it's a sex hotline, Sir."
"oh!...oh."
"Why so surprised, Steven?"
"no-um, it's just that..." he takes a quick pause. He sounds clueless. "...this was on my nightstand with the phone number and date. I assumed it was like a survey."
How about you survey Deez nuts? Is something you yearned to yell out at this absolute wanker, a fucking survey? you choose to be patient. "why would you think there would be a survey place open so late?"
"i-uh-" he was stuck. "-you know...time zones innit-" he unconfidently mumbled. The United Kingdom is all under one timezone. "-anyways, uh, I'm sorry-why was I supposed to call here? I'm quite forgetful."
"well, someone made an appointment for you, your friend Marc."
"...fucking Marc?"
"yep, he said you were going through a rough time, Steven. That you're lonely, pathetic, I can help you fix that."
"oooofcourse he said that...look, you seem lovely, but i've been out of the game for so long, even if I tried, this would be an absolute dumpster fire."
"try me."
"...you look gorgeous?"
"This isn't a face-to-face conversation, Steven."
"Right, sorry, uh...I bet your tits are...massive??"
you mute yourself for a second before busting out into a small laughing fit, trying to contain your smile as you unmute yourself. You decide to give him a bone. After all, this is all supposed to be some sort of guy-code confidence/ego booster-or whatever the fuck Marc and Steven are going for here. "they're whatever you want them to be." you flirted.
"oh, right, so if I were like 'autobots roll out'-"
at that moment, you knew what the punch line was and snorted to yourself. Steven paused. "are you alright?" he sounded so genuine, making it harder not to smile. You concluded that timid and bumbling Steven was kind of cute. "y-yep, that too." you struggled a little, hearing a soft but happy sigh leave him, almost like he was proud of himself for making you laugh. You could almost imagine the lazy smile he must be sporting. "what are you into, Steven?"
"I like ancient Egypt. I work at a museum gift shop-"
"no, darling...your kinks."
"oh."
"don't hold back now; I've heard it all. Nothing scares me anymore."
"I do...like edging??"
bingo. something to work with. "do you like games?"
"what? Like animal crossing? Call of duty? or board games?"
"anything, babes...what's your favorite game?"
"the one where you don't sound like GhostFace."
He's starting to get a little cheeky, and you like it. Your lips tug into a light smirk. "touche...well, let's make a bet." you reach into the filing cabinet of your desk and pull out the small box containing a small vibrator that matches the purple and pink aesthetic of the office. It was the size of your thumb, but it was still ten times as powerful and loud. "we can both try to turn each other on, edge each other, whoever holds out the longest wins, and whoever cums first loses. there's no prize, just the satisfaction you'll get out of edging me...unless you want to make this fun game of ours a bit risky..."
"How so?"
"...if I cum first, you get a refund. If you cum first, I keep the money."
you could feel steven's whole demeanor change, his breathing still a little fast, but you could tell that he didn't want to pay all that money, almost like he didn't have it or something. "what...are you wearing?" he sheepishly asked. a giant smirk fell on your lips as you pressed your core directly on top of the small pilled vibrator. "guess."
"...do they make you wear lingerie?"
"that's a question, darling, not a guess. plus, you're wrong."
"well, sweatpants?"
you snort a little. "they were in the washing machine" (lie; they have old cat hair and chocolate stains on them, and they're behind your television set).
"jeans?"
"denim? Cuming in denim? gross."
"I'm shit out of luck then."
"mhm, I'm wearing black silk shorts with a little pink bow and a lace cami that has the word 'Needy' printed right on my chest. my 'massive' tits are showing because I'm not wearing a bra."
"oh, sounds...like a sight."
"It feels like bare skin; if you touched it, it feels like my skin. it's thin enough for you to touch me, rip it off me...whatever you seem fit, Sir." you dreamily said at the end. "what are you wearing, Steven?"
You could feel how nervous but eager he was. You could hear it in his breathing. "I'm wearing pajama pants and a normal tee shirt."
"cute, if I were there right now, I would let you spoon me...you like little intimate moments like that, don't you, Steven?"
"I suppose so..."
"so you're spooning me, and I'm pressing my ass against your groin through my thin shorts. This is the fun part, Steven? are you hard?" you ask.
"barely."
"How disappointing, it's not like i’m soaked." you lied.
"y-you are?! but darling, i've barely said anything."
oh fuck. "no need to catch me in a lie." you confess. "it looks like we're both going through it right now, Steven. I can't get you hard because I can't get wet."
"I'm sorry-?"
"-it's not your fault..."
"you sound a bit upset. What's wrong?"
Gah. You usually don't talk about your personal life with your customers. The less they know about you, the better. But it's not like this job is the kind where you can just pop over to the next cubicle and speak to your coworkers about how it's been for you. The customer wanted you to get their friend hard, so why can't you? "someone close passed months ago." you confessed.
"oh, oh...I'm sorry, that sounds horrible. I haven't had a partner in a long while; apparently, things ended badly for us, and I can't remember a bloody thing. so I get it, it's not the same as someone passing, but it is the same as losing someone." you hate that he's right. "have you always worked at the hotline?"
"no, it's my first week here."
"guess you're just as nervous as I am about all...this."
he's weirdly comforting. "all our girls are."
"you...weren't just saying that to get me to fuck you, right?"
"what?! no-no-" now you were the shy one, blush spread to your cheeks as his voice echoed in your mind. "I haven't talked about it...if I wanted you to fuck me, I would've wasted no time. but see, I'm humping a vibrator just waiting for the other ball to drop."
"w-wait, you're humping a vibrator?"
"mhm!!"
"well, that's not really fair - that's cheating."
You chuckle a little. "it could be you, could be you under me while I hump my wet core all over your thigh, Steven..." then it hits you, which could motivate even the most introverted men. "...don't you wanna be the first person to make me cum in four months?" it's a challenge even you have failed at tirelessly. Maybe skittish Steven could be the one to turn it all around. "I mean, there is already so much at stake, Steven, don't you wanna make it easier on you?" you tease.
"oh..." he sounds captivated. "are you serious?"
"I hate talking about myself, so...yeah, Steven. I'm serious. we can take it slow."
"Okay." he suddenly states with a slight hint of confidence, the same cheekiness as before, as you relax into the vibrator and turn it on to the lowest setting. There wasn't a doubt in your mind that Steven could hear it, and you heard him mumble a slight 'fuck' under his breath. You let out a small yet lustful sigh as you lean back in your chair. "what's wrong, Steven?" you ask seductively.
"you sound really hot..."
"mhm, I am," you confirmed. this was all acting, of course, but a small part of you felt like maybe, just maybe, this dimwit could make you cum if he actually tried, if you actually tried instead of recreating that scene from Easy A every time you get a customer. Your hands travel down your own body. "right now, I'm messing with the vibrator, edging myself for you, Mister." you drag the tip of the vibrator just under the hood of your clit that's barely simulated, but you're trying. you let out a fake moan. "don't you wish you were here?"
"no, I wish you were here. you'd have a harder time trying to fake moan like that when you're moaning for real."
fuck. A slight pulse simulated your clit for the first time in months, but it was only for a short second. The magic was gone the minute you realized that he caught you in a lie again. he was so smart but so stupid for making you flustered like that. Your cheeks turned pink as you leaned forward a little. "mhm, but it's all for you, Steven." you reassure. "what gets you hard, Steven? Girls humping on vibrators? Edging themselves?" you teased.
"yes, i've always been the kind to want to please people like that."
"hit me with your best shot, mister."
suddenly you heard shuffling and then a slight groan. your eyes slowly dilate to the sound of him shifting through his boxers. "are you hard?"
"y-yeah..."
Finally, "I really wanna be in your bed, Steven. climbing on your lap and grinding against your hard cock to get me all wet. I wanna be a good girl and prepare my cunt for you." there it is again, that slight throb. You were talking his ear off, or so you thought before hearing a soft groan echo through your headset. the groan was sweet but so profound, dipping a couple of octaves as chills ran down your spine. he displayed so much in just one single cry that it was starting to make you question if you should be doing this or not, but you continue. "you like that, don't you? what are your hands doing?"
"just rubbing myself through my trousers...you wish that were you, huh?"
cheeky fuck.
you sigh before letting out a hum. "I wish that it was you rubbing me?"
"yeah, just me sliding my fingers through your dry folds." he joked.
"you bastard, maybe they wouldn't be dry if you weren't so fucking shy."
And at that moment, Steven lets out a soft moan; this one is a bit noisier and more profound than the other. It causes alarms to go off in your body as your back starts to feel warm. your breath slightly hitches as you realize something about Steven that he probably didn't know about himself. "I think i've been too nice to you, Mister." you acknowledge. "you don't need a nice girl. You need someone a little mean...you're being so utterly useless right now considering how dry I still am." you ridiculed.
"what do you need me to do then, huh?" Steven retorts. "I'm sure you won't be dry when I go down on you. Calling me useless-like, you weren't just pathetically grinding on my cock. calling yourself a good girl like you aren't trying to stake a bet out of your pity."
Your mouth slowly falls agape to what he says. Not so shy now, huh? "mhm, go on. how would you go down on me, Mister?"
"I'd suck hickey's all over your thighs, not caring how painful it might feel for you before teasing your cunt with my thumb. I'd treat you so right, babydoll, even if you treat me all wrong."
"Oh.." you shift a little in your seat, the vibrator still on low as you feel your nipples slowly get hard, he does have a way with words when you let him speak or when he's confident enough to speak. The little pet name he gave you was starting to stir up some noise in your stomach as you softly placed the base of the vibrator on your clit.
"now you're the speechless one." Steven points out.
"you caught me off guard..." you bashfully admit.
"I'd keep going, too, rubbing you until I can feel your heartbeat in your clit."
"You'd still be useless until you make me a moaning mess."
"won't be a problem. I'm not the one who's edging themselves with a vibrator,"
"you wanker." you breathed out as your started to feel life finally flow back into your clit as it went through an exorcism. It was like Frankenstein's monster all over again. You begin to squirm a little, letting out an impatient sigh. "what's next, huh? You're going to leave me hanging?" you question.
"no, I'm already doing that. But what I would do is let my tongue glide all over you. God, you must be so fit-"
"-I'm whatever you want me to be, Mister." you proclaim again. "I wanna feel your stupid lips against my throbbing clit, driving me crazy after I already called you worthless. I want you to prove me wrong over and over and over again until my body can't keep up anymore...I wanna be the worthless one for you." you teased even more.
"fuck, you know how to flip the script, huh?"
"only if you can do what you claim you can do. you're driving me crazy."
"i-i am?"
"don't be coy, handsome. I'm starting to get wet."
"you want me to k-keep going?"
"please?" you whined. By now, you were finally starting to feel like your old self, not a drop of guilt overcoming you because this was your job. You slightly bucked your hips and turned the vibrator on its medium setting, hearing it echo throughout your private cubicle. From the other end of the phone, you could listen to Steven almost laughing a little at how you went from trying to turn him on to being the one in shambles.
"o-okay, fuck..." he tells himself, he turned the bumbling idiot switch on again, but he was quick to find his footing. "I wanna grab you by your waist and have you ride me until your thighs shake-" you let out a muffled moan as your hips jerk up, pushing away the vibrator as your clit spazzes around. Jokes on Steven, you were edging for way more than you realized. You hear his soft but deep chuckle go dry, making your clit quiver. You grit your teeth once your mind wanders back to the dumb bet; you weren't getting paid for this, were you? You were seemingly wrapped around shy Steven's finger already. "you're cute when you want to cum." you could feel his smirk from here, and his breathing was speeding up, only for you to hear soft skin slapping in the back.
You smirk. "meanwhile, you're jacking off at lightning speed." you shot back at him.
"can you blame me?" you really couldn't. "I wanna tear those shorts off of you and your knickers and slam into you-"
"-jokes on you, I don't wear underwear."
"f-fuck." you can hear him speeding up as you press your clit against the vibrator again. Sweet pleasure ran up your veins as Steven's mellow moans played in your head on a loop. You were sweating like a whore in church. Feeling your folds swell up from the amount of friction between you, the toy, and your shorts. you gradually moved them to the side and pushed the vibrator down on your clit. "cuming already, Mister?"
Steven was breathless. "heh, n-not a chance."
"you wanker."
"yeah, the wanker that’ll bend you over and fuck you raw."
You let out a small, high-pitched moan as your heart starts to pound in your chest the way it did down in your cunt. There was something so personal about the way he told you that, almost like he wanted nothing more than to have you in his grasp. What's worse was that he kept talking sweetly but speaking the vilest of things. you adored that. "I want you here s-so bad," you divulged, feeling the walls of both your heart and vagina quiver and shake as the man on the receiving end of the call groaned softly.
"are you sure you can handle that?"
Absolutely not. You weren't in the slightest, but you said it anyway because it was sounder; it was what you wanted to say. "you'd feel s-so good." you dreamily and desperately spoke out as Steven was starting to hold back moans. The vibrator was making friends with your cunt as your wetness started to pool out onto your office chair, which would be embarrassing to clean later. It was all you could think about now; not once since their passing did you get this wet, turned on, practically impossible. Sure, your mind was running wild; Steven nipping at your thighs, eating you out, pulling your hair, fucking you until you gave out.
"you'd feel b-better, babydoll."
It seems as if you just caved into each other like sinkholes. Every little thing the one says, the other indulges and submerges themself into some kind of twisted family. So much for edging. You two were damn-near riding climaxes together. so you, being yourself, decide to make it harder for him. "I just wanna wrap m-my pretty lips around your cock and let you fuck my throat, u-use me..." you slightly whispered in between moans. "don't be a worthless piece of shit and exploit m-me, Mister, we b-both know that's what you w-wanna do." you let out a whine.
"you want me to use you?"
you whimper a small but desperate "yes."
"okay, turn it up to the highest setting."
Your cheeks turn red with embarrassment as you do what he says, taking the toy and pressing the last and highest button as the vibration sound sizzles around your room. Yes, the rooms were private, but they weren't soundproof. You could usually hear girls from three rooms down dealing with clients or across the hall. Since you started working there, there hasn't been a peep coming from your room; not a single moan, groan, whine, cry, or scream. That was until this eleven-thirty appointment. you bucked your lips and moved the vibrator away from your clit to give yourself some time, but Steven was quick to catch on to this. "c'mon darling, j-just take it like how you'd take me."
fuck, he's convincing.
You pressed the vibrator back where it belonged and watched as your body jolted in surprise and pleasure, your skin burning up at the thought of Steven touching you to the point of having a swollen cunt. Your back arched against the chair as your breathing seemingly picked up, and so did his. Stars crossed your eyes dazedly as loud and lewd moans escaped past your lips. You didn't know him, but you wanted him. Your body craved his touch, even if he was on the other side of London or the UK. Your chest bounced with each jolt. You only wish he could see you now; how his words could pull you in and chew you out the way they did to you. It was even worse considering you could hear Steven in the back as well, flapping away to the thought of you with your voice in his ear encouraging him. You always thought the idea of phone sex was hot, but you barely engaged in it until you reached your peak.
Your body felt like it was having some kind of earthquake, with your clit being the epicenter. Feeling your clit nearly go numb from the vibrations of the toy, you got your shorts wet. a loud and feminine moan left your lips as your mouth fell open, your thighs tensing up as your hair, from behind, gets messy and frizzy from leaning back into the chair too much. You can't help but notice Steven, how he also let out a deep raspy moan that sent you back into wanting to turn the clock back. You could hear the ecstasy from the other line lingering into your space as you come down from your high before noticing that you and Steven had arrived simultaneously. Between your heavy breaths and your relieved sighs, the air heavy with accomplishment and then embarrassment later, you both speak;
"y-you don't have to pay me-" "-how much was this again?"
You both were taken back by each other's responses. The bet rules were clear, were they not? he agreed to them, you agreed to them, but something changed. he was still willing to pay. It might've thrown you off, but your ego was the one who put you in your place: you provided a service, you get paid for the service, even if you enjoyed it, even if you didn't, even if it was the first time you came in months since your significant other passed, even if you developed some weird emotional-yet purely lust fueled-attachment to a faceless stranger. so with a cheeky and slight smile, you gathered yourself together, fixing the bra strap that hung over your shoulder and clearing your throat, you finally spoke. "um, your friend Marc already paid two hundred pounds for this session..."
"oh...of course, he did," he said in a defeated tone, almost like he was asking questions and finally got the answer he was looking for. "is there a way for me to tip?" he asked. Customers usually don't tip, full-price included the tip, which Steven's friend paid handsomely. you blush and bite your lip. "I can tell you my Venmo? It's Y/U/N" you spoke sheepishly. You realized that you were supposed to end the call after the customer comes, but you didn't. You were just enjoying the small and tired breathes between the both of you and the comfortable silence that lays still. it was way more comforting than the silence at home. "well, uh..." Steven finally breaks the ice. "I dunno how much your rate is-I work at a gift shop, for crying out loud. I should probably tell you I'm not all that into edging; it's just the first thing I thought of-" you let out a small laugh. cute. "-what did you say your name was again?"
Oh shit.
Butterflies began to shake down your stomach as you realized that maybe falling for someone you barely knew wasn't the right thing for you right now. Yes, a massive part of you wanted to secretly contact him, talk to him, give him your actual number instead of the hotline number, meet him, go on a date, actually fuck him, but god, were you ready for that? Could you even have that again? even so, would it be the same? Love was like a Precious Moments porcelain doll. Once it breaks, nothing about it is fun or 'precious' anymore. It will never be the same again. Your finger hovers over the giant HANG UP button as it pains you to have to end your joy with him here. "Thank you for calling HoneyBunny's! Call back soon!" you quickly said before hanging up the phone and letting out a sigh of relief. You lean back in your chair and lazily toss your headset to the floor as you realize something.
I need a job where I don't fall for my clients.
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backseat bickers | jjk
plot | In which you ended up in the backseat of your brother’s car after a disaster date, beside his best friend. The most hated person of yours.
words | 1.7k+
genres | fluff, crack, enemies to ?????? (not really sure but totally sure that they are enemies)
pairing | brother’s bestfriend!jungkook x reader
warnings | immature jungkook and mc, language
note | this is a product of my impulsive writings. i don’t even know if i can categorize this as fluff. any errors you see, i say sorry in advance.
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The wind blows through your thin, sparkly mini dress as you waited on a parking lot near in the bar where you had your worst date in your dating history. Keith, the jerk who asked you out for a second date, got intoxicated pretty much quickly. Thirty minutes in the club, you found him making out with a random girl in front of the restroom. You should have known the guy was an asshole when he talked too much about himself in your first date, only asking a couple of questions to you. You were too carried away by Keith’s charming looks and smooth talking that it made you take a chance on him again.
It had already been eight minutes since you called your brother to pick you up since Keith drove the two of you here. You could have ask Yeri, your roommate, but you know she’s busy with her readings. You don’t want to disturb her. You shivered a little with the cold puff of air again. You tried warming up yourself against the coolness, rubbing your arms with your palms. Not long after, you spotted a familiar, black car. The windows were tinted dark but you already know who it was. You immediately opened the door to the passenger seat.
“Thank you, Ho— Oh!” you stopped as you saw his girlfriend sitting there, smiling to you. “Hi, Faye.”
Being the shy and sweet girl she is, Faye mumbled a small hello before Hoseok told you to sit on the back, pointing his thumb behind him. You were quick to notice the guy in the backseat who sports an awfully familiar smug smile.
“Hello, Y/N.” his voice teased.
You gently closed the door to the passenger seat and opened the other one, unintentionally stamping it close out of annoyance. You slumped to your seat as the strong fragrance from the man seating just a few inches away from you enters your nostrils. You did not even looked at him. Just like your any other interactions, he was the first one to start a conversation.
“Hello, Y/N.” he greeted you again.
Although you were staring ahead the road, you can tell by your peripheral that he’s still wearing that grin.
“Jeon.” you responded shortly, trying to keep your calm.
Ever since you were younger, you had this unknown hatred with Jungkook. The first time you met him was way, way back. It was when Hoseok, your older brother, invited him at your house to play with him. Your first encounter was not great since he accidentally stepped on your favorite Barbie doll, which resulted to it having a broken leg. He denied it with wide, doe eyes while you cry to your mom about it. Though Jungkook’s mother bought you the very same doll the next day, he still denied the damage he caused to your toy, even calling you a crybaby.
However, his and Hoseok’s friendship still progressed over the following years, which resulted to more encounters between you two. From breaking your toy, he transformed to this annoying guy that everyone around you adored. You honestly wondered how your seemingly mature and wise brother is best friends with a guy who loves fucking around.
Before Jungkook can even say anything, you turned your attention to Hoseok.
“Thanks for picking me up, Hobi,” you spoke out, a lot softer this time.
“Yeah, no problem. How did you even ended up in that bar? I thought you hated that place.” he asked as he drives.
You bit your inner cheek as you work your gears in mind to tell an explanation. With Jungkook beside you, you hate to admit about having a bad date. You don’t want to hear another teasing joke from him, knowing he did it to you few years back in high school when he saw you on your first date crying. Same scenario. Hoseok picked you up with Jungkook after your date didn’t came back when he said he needs to go to the restroom. It was the first rejection you had and you swore you hear Jungkook giggling when he saw your dejected face.
“I... uhm... I just want to try something new.” you explained.
Your brother nodded, “Well, next time, have someone to be with you. It’s safer that way.”
He sounds like your dad. But it was understandable since he’s just concern. You’re actually glad that he is not that overprotective brother and always have your back in everything.
“You can tag along with us next time we’re going to another party.” he recommended which you only responded with a small thank you.
“It’s a bad date, isn’t it?”
Suddenly, you heard a small whisper beside you. Your hands formed into fists as you turned your head to him.
“No.” you whispered back before a tight-lipped smile.
Jungkook raised one of his eyebrows before leaning back to his seat, still looking straight at you, “Yeah, definitely.”
It felt like a sarcastic remark. Your mouth slowly opened as your tongue poked one of you cheeks. You finally stared back at him, “No, it was not a bad date. As I said, I wanted to try something new.”
“A little defensive, aren’t we?” His nose scrunched at the end of his statement. “You don’t have to explain again. Plus, I think you look great. Whoever caused your disaster date is not you. Probably, that asshole who brought you to that bar.”
And there, it happened. Your first eyeroll for this car ride. Everytime you are somewhere with Jungkook, it’s like your eyes is already used to rolling itself. While he enjoys, the same expression from you every time. You hate how he’s good at observing things.
“What is he even doing here?” you turned to your brother and looked at him through the rear view mirror.
“Jungkook came with us to Taehyung’s party.” he simply answered.
Hoseok’s already used to this banter you have with Jungkook. For almost two decades of being in between you two, it’s already normal for him. Also to his longtime girlfriend, Faye, who’s also been with him ever since middle school.
You spoke again, a bit aggressive, “Don’t tell me this guy don’t have a car because I know he does—”
“Yeah, I do.” Jungkook cut you off, sounding more cocky, while he smirked. Like he’s remembering every single thing he did in that car, making your face cringed with any possible scenario happened there.
You rolled your eyes before continuing, “Then, why is he here?”
You heard Hoseok sighed again before answering, “It’s in the shop. It broke down last week.”
“So, you’ve been third wheeling them for a week now?” you quipped to Jungkook, just to tease him. “Faye, how can you even let this man disturb you guys for almost a week now?!”
Faye, who just listens with you guys, giggled. She enjoys whatever going on between you and Jungkook quietly. You know that her nice and mature persona will not join in your bicker. She usually just smiles and giggles.
“Excuse me, I am not a disturbance!” Jungkook declared, more defensive that you a while ago.
“Yeah, he’s basically our child now. He also sleeps in our apartment sometimes.” Faye joked, which was really rare, making you and your brother laughed.
“Hey, Faye! I cook for you guys as gratitude for that. I also clean before I leave.” Jungkook defended himself again.
It’s funny how Jungkook became the center of the joke quickly, contrasting his usual popular cool guy image he had when they were in college. Hobi, Faye, and Jungkook are all one year ahead of you. They graduated a year ago while you still have few months until you finish your studies. And until now, your campus recognizes you as the sister of Hoseok. You’re not mad about it. But you get irritated when they ask you about Jungkook. Since your brother is friends with him, they assume you could help them with their desire to get close with Jungkook. Again, he likes to fuck around and even anyone. You know that you’re an exception since you hates him and you’re pretty glad you do.
“Well, at least I don’t ask someone to drive me around because I’m scared of driving.” Jungkook suddenly uttered while looking straight at you as he tilted his head. You heard Faye and Hoseok giggling.
“I have my reasons, okay?!” you explained.
“Yeah. Reason number one: You are a terrible driver.” Jungkook teased again. “You can’t even park a car straight.”
You dramatically gasped with his personal attack, “You know what? Fuck you.”
“Sure. When?” he snapped back with his infamous, irritating smirk.
Your eyebrows scrunched together, rolling your eyes again, “Ugh! I hate you!”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” he winked at you, making you fuming with anger more.
Instead of answering again, you just turned your back to him and faces the window. Jungkook flirts a lot, especially with you in these kinds of banters. And you both know he can make you shut up with those coy actions. He is aware of his charms ever since puberty hit him gracefully. And you hate that it can affect you like this. Yeah, you hated him since childhood. And him, looking gorgeous more and more every year fueled up to the fact that you should hate him. You promised yourself that you won’t feed his ego with admitting that you understand why people around you likes him. So, yeah, maybe you kinda likes him. But he’s still the same kid you destroyed you favorite doll before.
“Hobi, do you have any jacket?” you asked your brother when he pulled down the windows.
“Faye’s wearing it already.” he replied, still driving.
You see Faye removing it and you quickly stop her, “No, Faye. Wear it. It’s fine.”
You just quietly leaned back to your seat and hugged your chilling frame for comfort. The fresh air outside the vehicle made you relaxed, making you close your eyes. Although you heard a rustling beside you, you chose to keep your eyes close and let tiredness take you away.
“And we’re here.”
Hobi stopped the car in front of an apartment building. Both him and his girlfriend waited for you to say something or get off the car. But it remained quiet. They later heard little snores behind them. Turning their heads at the backseat. They spotted you leaning on Jungkook’s shoulder, both peacefully asleep, as Jungkook’s black jacket rested on you like a blanket.
unedited
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The Dubu Dub | Dahyun
smut (duh), 1800~ words, no edits because who cares how it reads, BFH
A/N: Yeah so dropping this after finishing it in one sitting. I just wanted to post it, apologies for the quality if anyone cares, it's literally horny brain vomit.
“Hey congrats!”
“Huh?” You turn towards the voice.
“Congrats! You got the dub!”
“The what now?”
“The dub!”
“Guys, how many drinks have I—” You lost your friends in the crowd of the afterparty. When? The daze and noise barely allow you to focus. Who the fuck knows?
“Dude, she won’t wait long so hurry it up.”
Someone, perhaps a few someones, pull you by the sleeve. Through the crowd, you try to remember the whereabouts of your group. Met at the apartment, that’s easy enough. Then, the concert? Yeah, the concert. Time of your life, front row seats, fanchants, the whole thing. Afterwards, the afterparty. Right. Rumors of Twice members showing up.
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“You believe that shit?” You said as you rested your whole body across the backseat, tired from all the yelling and jumping and all-around fun time. Your two companions in the front row were already plotting a route on their phones.
“I dunno.” One went.
“We don’t have anywhere to be before our flight home, anyway.” The other.
“I guess.” You pulled up your phone. “Why isn’t it on Twitter or some other place, though?”
“Listen man, I just overheard the staff talking about it. It’s supposed to be all fancy and exclusive.”
“Route started, head south on…”
“And how do you plan on getting in?” Twitter had nothing to show.
“We have twenty-five minutes to figure that out.”
And that you did.
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“Ok, you good to go in?”
Bright lights help you with cleansing out the drunk daze from your brain. The music is all faded, thumping at the end of the hallway to your right. “Wait, wait. What’s going on, again?”
“Remember that raffle at the start?” Big security person says, still holding you by the sleeve.
“Yeah, basically an entry fee, what about it?”
“You got the dub, you won! You get your prize now.” He grabs your face and gives you a few light slaps. You come to and swat the hands away.
“Fuck off!”
“Alright yeah, you’re good. Through the door whenever you’re ready.”
He walks away as you open the door in front of you. The room is empty, random stuff thrown about. The door closes with a louder sound than anticipated, which prompts a corner door inside the room to open.
“Oh, hey, raffle took them long enough.”
What the fuck.
“Hey, you’re not that drunk, right? Not yet, anyway.” She smiles, amused by her own comment, and walks up to you.
Crop top, short skirt, pigtails. Kim Dahyun.
“D-Dahyun?! What—I’m sorry, how? I mean… Hi?”
“Hi, yeah, this is your prize.” She twirls with the pigtails in her hands. “Well, more like, you’re mine.” She laughs and sits on the futon opposite of the door.
You’re dumbfounded still, that’s clear. The cross-armed, cross-legged woman aims her gaze at you. The short skirt allows a peek at Dahyun’s thigh, reaching all the way to her ass with nothing else in sight.
“Hey.” She snaps her fingers twice. “I promise to answer questions later, anything you want. I prefer to fuck when you’re starstruck.”
You walk over. “So the raffle…”
“Yes. Now, take these off.”
You hastily remove your pants, keeping underwear.
“You won’t disappoint me now, will you?” She leans forward, uncrossing her legs. Her hands are at the edge of the seat at each side, back straight, her face a mere inches away from your cock.
“I’ll be sure not to.” Drunk you is all gone by now, blood rushing to add to your length and the distance between it and her face reduces itself to none.
Dahyun smirks. “I like the confidence.”
She proceeds to yank down the underwear without a thought, your cock springing up and down as if it was jumping from joy—it’s certainly happy to be there. Her small hand grabs it by the base and Dahyun aligns her lips with the tip. You feel her breath, she trembles as well. The anticipation is downright lethal as she allows her mouth to salivate and your cock to erect itself fully; the warmth alone could make you bust. Dahyun caves in and surrounds your cock with her face. She’s only about three bobs in and you find your length fully slathered with her drool, each in-and-out you throb more and more precum into her tongue. You moan and groan at the unending pleasure she creates on your cock. She moans in return and you catch her hand already playing between the folds of her skirt.
“How wet are you, Dahyun?” You manage to ask.
“I’m soaked.” She responds, one hand showing her wet fingers as the other strokes your length with the spit.
A different kind of dumbfounded, but dumbfounded you remain. The pigtails rest on her shoulders and your hands react. You wrap each around your hands once for proper grip and align Dahyun’s face once again with the tip. You feel her breath again, now stronger, wanting, but you tease her; she breaks.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please put your cock in my mouth.”
“Stick your tongue out for me.”
Dahyun concedes all power to you. Whatever she had is now lost, the leverage she possessed all yours to play with. Her tongue sticks out in full, needy eyes attempt to catch your gaze begging for cock. It’s not on her say now, though, it’s on yours. You pull her pigtails while thrusting forward slightly. The motion is consistent, slow, almost torture for you both. Your cock enters Dahyun’s mouth in one full move until it hits the back of her throat.
“Fuck, you don’t even gag at that?” Your cue.
Her head is held in place like a toy. You begin to thrust with no regards to anything but your own pleasure. You don’t start slow, ramp up speed, let her breathe; you just fuck her face. It’s almost violent to a degree, and worry would set on anyone viewing the act. The only reason you don’t stop is Dahyun. Her hands grasp at your thighs with buried nails pulling you in for more. It lasts for longer than you realize—a little more and you’d surely finish.
Regrettably, she stops you. Slobber connects your cockhead with her lips after their wanton kiss as Dahyun gasps for air. With your hands still on her hair, she commands: “Fuck me.” Whatever power she lost before, some of it is surely back. You release her and she flips over, hands grabbing the top of the futon as her pussy comes into full display. You waste no time raising the skirt off whatever little of Dahyun’s ass was left to show, then line up.
“Please, fucking rail me.” She begs.
This puts you on the brink of insanity (naturally) and, while you are not
drunk anymore, it feels all the same. Her glistening lips welcome your length in one thrust and you shove it to the hilt. Her moan and your groan fill the room as you hold the position and revel in the satisfaction. Your cock pulses and continues to leak its precum inside Dahyun. You begin your thrusting once again, uncontrolled and unrestrained. The pounding is probably heard out in the hall, over some of the music even, but that makes it even better. Dahyun moans to the heavens as your litany of sounds fill the room, the primal form of communication more than enough to confirm your pleasure. Continuous thrusting makes her pale ass ripple, the milky thighs toward the bottom turning bright red in response. To make it match, you spank Dahyun. With one hand, you bunch up her pigtails for leverage and pull, with the other, you interchange spanks, left and right.
“Fuck yes, please! Use me!” She yells.
“You’re the slut I thought you’d be.” You blurt out without stopping.
One last thrust to the hilt and you let go of her hair. Dahyun’s head hangs down to rest and you fondle her ass as you take a breath. The bright red mess fuels you further, and your eyes get set on her untouched asshole. You gather some of her arousal with your thumb, hand still groping her ass, and move it up towards her hole. Your hips begin to thrust without thought by now. The fucking is slow, methodical, deliberate—you thrust into Dahyun’s gushing pussy all the while teasing her asshole with her own slick. The moans are softer, cute almost, and you enjoy the slow fuck for a spell. You continue to tease with your thumb and, as it centers with her hole, she suddenly pushes back. You manage to catch a smile on the side of her face as she turns towards you. She turns for as much as her back allows and you meet her halfway, leaning somewhat.
“Paint my back today and I’ll give you my
ass next time.” The captivating tone entrances you. “I’ll allow your finger for today.”
You ram your thumb inside her hole. The hard thrusting begins again, this time energetic yet somewhat frantic. The heat of her asshole drives away whatever sense of self-control you had left, the new grip on her ass with your thumb in its position sending wave after wave of pleasure as you pull her back against each thrust.
Your time was sure to come, but now it was rushing at light speed. You take one last look at the bent-over Dahyun: pigtails that sway and sway and sway, a sweaty back that leads into her perfect waist-hip ratio, and a rippling red mess of an ass that was currently plugged in both of its holes.
“Beg for it, Dahyun, beg for cum.” You say before your brain melts into oblivion.
“Fuck yes! Paint my back with your cum, shower me with every last drop! Make me yours!”
Your seed splatters as you chaotically jack off over Dahyun. Your groans are primal and you squeeze her ass with your thumb still inside as the last of your cum drips on her. Collapsing next to her, you nearly pass out.
“Fuck, Dahyun.”
She stands and takes off her skirt, careful to not smear your cum on the fabric. “That was fucking amazing.” Dahyun grabs your face and kisses you unemotionally, sweat mixing with spit as you savor her taste.
“You said there was a next time, when will that be?” You close your eyes and rest your head, letting your breathing carry you to composure.
Dahyun walks over to the corner where the door she originally came out of is, at least that’s what you perceive. The door opens and a faucet runs. She does not answer. Your body gives out and, before you manage to relax, you fall asleep, exhaustion finally hitting after the long night.
You awake what you believe to be a moment later, but the bathroom light is off, and the room empty. The music pounds on the walls still, but there’s no Dahyun in sight. Looking to the side you see your pants, your phone, and a note.
Added myself to your contacts. Won’t be long until next time.
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Hi, this is my first time requesting something like this, could you please do a Henry Cavill X Chubby Male Reader?
The Male Reader is a renown Author, wetting from History books to Erotic Romance ones. He goes to a talk show (I’m thinking about the Graham Norton Show) to promote his new book “The Accidental Gentleman” (just a random name, it’s about a feared mafia boss who falls in love with a shy clumsy boy with a little “pretty woman” vibes). When the MR is introduced the people go crazy, especially Henry, who had been a fan of the MR for a long time, he even asks for an autograph. Throughout the interview the MR is really nerves and kinda shy, he doesn’t really like the attencion, Henry notices this and kinda makes sure the attention isn’t on the MR for too long (does it makes sense) or asks him about the book and his work, just to take away from the intimate question the audience/interviewer is asking.
There comes a point in the interview, where the interviewer asks the MR to acts one of the books scenes, and the MR (because of the audiences pressure) agree, the interviewer is like “who wants to play MR’s love interest?” (The mafia boss) and all celebrities present raise their hands (it’s cute, but makes Henry a little bit jealous, I would say that there are like 4 or 5 celebrities there). Henry is chosen (maybe by the audience and his kinda smug about it, all there wanted to do it with MR). The scene is, one where the boy (the chapter MR is playing) is seething on the Mafia Boss’ lap (Henry) and they are kissing and touching each other very intimately and with fire (?), needy for each other and making out, saying they love eachother over and over.
The MR gets on Henry Lap quite shyly (he is really shy with intimacy, even tho he writes Erotic Books XD) and they are playing their parts, earning them many whistles and things like that. When they kiss , Henry takes it one step further and peaks MR up (while kissing) and makes for the exit, just to had a little spicy to the atmosphere😜 After that, thought the interview, Henry Kinda flirts with the MR, just to see him blush, and people are loving. After the interview they are all over the internet. People are simping them so hard! “I Wish had a lover like that” *gif of MR straddling Henry’s lap* or “When daddy is gonna ruin his baby boy *gif of Henry with MR in his arms going for the exit” or “When Baby boy is impatient” gif of MR humping Henry tight while they kiss” (these are comments on twitter, instagram, they all over the place. People even create fan accounts and shit
When it’s all set and done, Henry shyly tries to ask male reader out, he is kinda afraid of the rejection, and I would love to see the media’s reaction to them getting together and their loving relationship.
If you don’t know what the Graham Norton show is here is a link: https://youtu.be/9gxC3mhjCEU
I’m so sorry if this is too long or specific. I’ve had this idea on my mind for so long, and I really wanted to see it happening, I’m more of a thinker, not a writer tho. I apologize for any inconvenience, and of course, you don’t have to do it!
Henry Cavill - Love Interest
A/N: I finally did it, I kinda messed it up closer to the end but I hope you still enjoy and like it. On a side note, thinking about opening my requests again. Thoughts?
Y/n stood nervously backstage as he was waiting for his cue to enter on the stage. He had been invited to a special of the Graham Norton Show, where he would share the stage with other celebrities. Y/n paced back and forth as he listened to the banter between Graham and guests with the occasional laughter from the audience. “Two minutes to stage Mr. L/N.” one of the crew members informed, as they started to lead Y/n to the spot where he was supposed to enter from.
Laughter could be heard before it calmed down, allowing Graham to start talking. “Now, we have a special guest with us today. His books are renowned for their elegant writing and fascinating plot and his latest release “The Accidental Gentlemen” is already on its way to becoming a bestseller. Please help welcome Mr. Y/n L/n to the stage!” Graham announced, causing loud and enthusiastic applause from the audience as well as a gentle applause from the celebrities seated in the infamous red chairs.
Y/n walked on stage, as the applause grew louder at his presence, he was momentarily blinded by the bright lights before his eyes adjusted allowing his vision to clear. Y/n had wiped his hands on his designer suit pants to dry the sweat before raising a hand shyly waving it to the audience as he walked over to Graham and the guests with blush coated cheeks accompanied by a wide smile.
He gave Graham a handshake, who gave him a smile in return, before moving the other celebrities. First was Harry Styles, who gave Y/n a kind handshake with a charming smile. Next was Tom Holland, who also gave him a firm handshake while whispering “Hello Love.” making Y/n’s blush redden a bit. He moved past the empty seat, knowing that was his spot, to Henry Cavill who stood up and gave the author a hug. Y/n felt the heat coming from Henry’s body and enjoyed the feeling of the British actor’s embrace. He was released and gave Henry a shy smile before moving to the last celebrity, who happened to be his best friend, Selena Gomez. She stood up and gave her friend a tight hug and a greeting before they shared a kiss on the cheek and took their seats. (I love Selena Gomez so I decided to include her.)
The applause died down while Y/n sat taking deep breaths as he used his hands to cool himself down. “Welcome Y/n! Thank you so much for being on the show.” Graham thanked. “Thank you for having me. I’m a little nervous but more excited.” Y/n nodded, remembering the sentence he rehearsed before coming on. “Oh, there’s no need to be nervous yet. I haven’t done anything yet.” Graham started, allowing room for laughter to enter from both the audience and the celebrities.
“And I think Henry is more excited than you. Look at him, he’s all giddy like a schoolboy who got a new bag.” Graham finished, as he gestured to Henry who laughed along with the audience. “I’m just a big fan of your books.” Henry admitted, causing an ‘ooh’ to erupt from the audience as fans of Henry or Y/n began to think of ship names between them all while hoping to get pictures for ship edits.
“Yes, that’s Henry’s way of saying ‘Can I get an autograph?’” Graham joked, as he continued to talk about different topics that some of the celebrities have been involved in. “So we’re going to move on to a segment called Audience’s Choice. The audience have tablets in front of them and they decide which Celebrity news we start with. Their options, are Tom and Henry’s superhero life, Harry and Selena’s from studios to screens, or Y/n’s latest erotic fiction: The Accidental Gentlemen. Let’s wait and see what the results are.”
After a moment the results were projected on the screen where they saw the option with the highest vote was The Accidental Gentlemen. “Y/n is our lucky pick. So Y/n, walk us through the book and where did the idea come from?” Graham asked, as the attention moved to Y/n, who gave an embarrassed smile while his fingers fidgeted against the hem of his blazer. “The idea came from a trend I noticed on Wattpad and I found it pretty interesting so I decided to give it a twist where the protagonist Leo is a boy and Keith, the mafia boss, is also a male.” he explained, stammering at parts of his sentence.
“And you never really gave the characters certain descriptions in terms of their physique, why is that?” Graham asked, leaning forward to show his intrigue. “Uhm, I didn’t know how to describe Leo or Keith in the best way possible so I left it open for people to decide how they should look.” Y/n nervously answered. “They do the same thing sometimes when they’re casting for a movie or show, so they can find an actor who could portray the role honestly and not rely on their physique to match the role.” Henry added, taking the attention away from Y/n, who gave Henry a small look of thanks.
“Well, we have a little game we would like to play. It’s called ‘Relive the Scene’ so basically we’re going to ask the audience which scene from the book they want to be reenacted and you guys will do that. So Y/n, I think you could play Leo but who should play Keith?” Graham questioned, before Y/n could reject his role in the game, Harry, Henry and Tom raised their hands offering to play Keith. This caused Graham and the audience to laugh as Y/n blushed at their eagerness. Henry subtly gritted his teeth upset that he would have competition to get close to Y/n.
“Selena, what do you think? Wouldn’t you like playing a mafia boss?” Graham asked the female celebrity, who belted a laugh and shook her head, “I don’t think I really fit the part, but I think Henry does. Don’t you guys think?” she said, pointing at Henry and directing the questions to the fans who all clapped at her suggestion. Graham looked at Henry who nodded and stood up and offered his hand to Y/n who took it and stood causing the audience to chant, “HenY/N!” (Their ship-name)
They directed their attention to the screen again, to see the audience voted for the ‘Fireplace scene’ and Graham directed Y/n and Henry to sit on the floor against the table, while facing the audience. Y/n moved to sit on Henry’s lap as he avoided the British actor’s infatuated gaze and Henry placed his hands on Y/n to hold him while also lightly caressing the author to reduce the nerves. “Action!” Graham commanded, dramatically.
“You could’ve gotten hurt today. You need to stop being so reckless.” Leo (Y/n) spoke in character, as he lifted his head off of Keith’ s(Henry) chest looking him in the eyes. “But I didn’t, I’m still here with you, my love.” Keith(Henry) comforted, with such emotion that made everyone that he loved Leo (Y/n) who’s heart began to race as his face etched closer toward Henry’s. “You’re lucky I love you.” Leo(Y/n) confessed, with a shy smile. “I love you too, darling.” Keith(Henry) smirked, before pressing his lips on Leo(Y/n) who was stunned for a moment before he started to kiss back. The audience howled as the flash coming from cell phones and behind them were fans who squealed at their ship.
Henry’s hands began to move as they tightened around Y/n’s waist as he stood up with Y/n in his arms and walked to the exit causing the celebrities and the audience to either shout louder or laugh at Henry’s antics. When they reached the backstage, Y/n removed his lips from Henry’s as he took a breath looking down before lifting his head to meet Henry’s blue/brown eyes looking down at him with a heartwarming smile. He and Y/n shared a small laugh before Y/n cleared his throat, alerting Henry of the fact that he was still carrying him.
Henry placed him down allowing Y/n to stand on his own feet. Henry scratched the back of his neck before speaking, “I’m sorry, I just figured that you would’ve wanted to get out of there.” he spoke, glancing at Y/n. “I should be thanking you. For doing the scene and getting me here.” Y/n thanked him with a soft smile. “Getting a chance to kiss you, I’m the lucky one.” Henry smiled, as he and Y/n began walking back to their dressing rooms.
“I know that this is a bit abrupt and out of the blue but do you want to get dinner with me tonight? Maybe get to know each other more before we finish what we started on stage?” Henry offered, hoping the author would agree. “I would love that, Henry.” Y/n blushed, looking at his feet before looking up and nodding at the British actor. Henry’s heart filled with joy as he placed a kiss on Y/n’s cheek before moving to his room, excitedly planning the afternoon ahead.
Y/n entered his room and shut the door behind him, leaning against the door he took a breath trying to calm himself down from the high. His attention went to his phone where he saw he was being tagged in posts by instagram accounts, all having different variations of his and Henry’s name.
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henrycavillstan: we don't even know if they're dating.
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y/nlover12: Is he going on a date with Y/n!?!?!😱
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Jealous - Brian Wilcox X Fem! Reader
It’s never good to have an argument hours before going to a party...
contains: NSFW, lowkey toxic, brian being an asshole but whats new, alcohol, smoking, use of y/n, porn with no plot lol
author’s note: i haven’t wrote smut in years so sorry if this is bad.. this is my first time actually posting something like this on this app, i have been a wattpad girl most of my life but don’t worry. i have seen the light. i’m here now. [also i wanna add that this hasn’t been proof read! pls point out mistakes and i’ll make sure to change it]
“I don’t care, Brian. That was the money we were saving for our trip this summer!”
“I work two jobs i fucking hate right now, y/n, and what do you do? Huh? Nothing. All that money was mine anyway, maybe if you got a job you wouldn’t have to rely on me-”
“I don’t rely on you!”
“No, of course you don’t. So I guess you’ll be fine if I left then? Yeah? Seeing as I took the money to pay for this month’s rent.” He stood up from the bed, throwing a hoodie over his head, grabbed his car keys and stormed out of their shared home.
You knew you fucked up. You should tell Brian your sorry, but you knew that would only get to his head, he would tease you for it. Yet, you didn’t just want to wait it out incase he really did mean what he said. It was true, you do rely on him, but not in the way he meant. You were independent, you don’t need anyone else, but Brian had always been your comfort.
However, you weren’t going to let this ruin your night. It was Amber’s birthday after all! She’s the reason you and Brian are together- when you visited her at work one day he caught your eye, she told you a bit about him and here you are now, mid-argument.
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“Yeah, he got here like 20 minutes ago, when I saw he was alone I started to think maybe you weren’t coming.” Amber said, holding your hand as she directed you to her kitchen to get a drink, “So, what was it this time? Has he been smoking again?”
“No- I don’t think so- honestly, it was just something stupid. Anyway, I’m not going to let that ruin your party!” You began leaning on the kitchen counter when you spotted your boyfriend talking to a girl, she was very pretty. Suddenly you felt your heart drop as she touched his arm, laughing at something he had said. Also at the fact that he had a cigarette in his hand.
As much as you hated to admit it, your first instinct was to find a random guy and make him jealous. It was a good job you were wearing your hottest dress that barely covered your ass.
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“See, I told you I don’t rely on you” You grinned up at Brian as he grabbed your arm and pulled you off of some random guy’s lap.
“You’re such a fucking embarrassment.” Brian muttered, not even bothering to look at you as he pulled you along through Amber’s house. “I don’t show you any attention for five minutes and you start acting like a slut. I guess that’s all you’re good for, is it?”
The way he spoke to you left you rather flustered, an ache in your stomach spread down your body, you shouldn’t feel like this right now. He took you upstairs and you knew where this was going, and you were not complaining.
“Shit I think someone’s in there,” Brian said, putting his ear against a bedroom door.
“What about this one?” You ask, opening another door. It was Amber’s room.
“But-” Brian started, before sighing, shaking his head and following you into the room. He made sure the door was locked before pinning you up against it. He was quick to lean forwards, sloppily kissing you, his hand tangled into your hair as he pulled you closer, his other hand travelling up your thigh. “This what you wanted?”
You nodded pathetically, his grip on your hair didn’t allow your head to move much. When you gave him permission his fingertips grazed your clothed heat, you were practically throbbing. Wanting more.
“Please,” you whimper, your eyes screwed shut.
“Look at me,” you could tell by his voice that he had a smirk plastered on his face, as you opened your eyes your thoughts were confirmed. He kept eye contact as he slipped his hand into your panties. His thumb found you clit, teasing it and watching your expression change as he slipped his index and middle finger into you. “My pretty girl.” He smiled as his actions got quicker, rougher. His fingers curled as he pumped into you, he could feel you clench around him which only encouraged him to do more.
His spare hand reached for your chest, pulling your dress down enough for your tits to spill out. His kisses move down your neck until he reaches your chest, surely there will be some bruises left by the time you were both done.
“You’re close aren’t you?” He grinned, lifting his face to look at you, “you gonna show me how much of a whore you are, that you can cum from just this? In your best friend’s bedroom?”
Once again, all you can do is nod your head. The feeling in your heat becoming overwhelming when all of a sudden you feel his mouth replace his hand as he pushes your panties to the side. You’re gasping for air as your orgasm hits, your fingers tangled into Brian’s hair and he doesn’t stop. You tap him on the shoulder.
“Too much,” you whimper, “please, please.”
He obliges, standing back up and taking his fingers into his mouth, looking down at you before placing a kiss on your lips.
“I’m sorry,” he says, in a tone that was quite serious for this situation.
“What for?”
“Taking the money, I was going to put it back but-”
“Brian,” you stop him from rambling on, “don’t worry about it. You were right though, I should probably get a job.”
“Let’s not talk about that right now, okay love? It’s uh... getting late. I think maybe we should go home?” You know that look in his eyes
He wants to go home to finish what he started.
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If you can, could you give more thoughts on brother!Remus? That one was really cute and I need some fluff
today is multiverse monday! send me any au you can think of :)
sorry i know i've overused the stick and poke tattoo plot a bunch but it owns me. i can't stop.
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"Hurry, Sirius," You hiss, the curtains drawn around his bed tightly enough that they plunge you into darkness, "He'll be back soon!"
"I'm going as fast as I can, bug," He grunts, tongue sticking out from between his lips as he concentrates, "Can't really rush these things."
"But if he sees it, he'll kill me!" Your chest tightens slightly at the thought of your brother finding the tattoo that Sirius was busy poking into your skin, even if it was a tribute to him.
"I know that, darling," Sirius huffs, "Just a few more... there."
You gaze proudly down at the design inked on your forearm, just above the cutoff of your school dress shirt. Even if you rolled your sleeves up, Remus wouldn't be able to see it.
The design is a small moon, the orb partially obscured by clouds. The part of your brother that he despised the most had always been the part you tried loving the most, and one day, if you're ever brave enough, you'll show him your tattoo.
But for now, you need to hide it. Because you hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and Remus's name is gliding closer and closer to where you are on the map.
You hastily shove your uniform's sleeves down your arm, concealing the fresh tattoo. Sirius yanks a textbook out of your bag, flipping it open to a random page and flinging open the curtains just before Remus opens the door.
"Y/N," Remus frowns as he stands in the doorway, "I didn't know you were here. What are you two doing?"
There's an air of accusation in his tone that sends your stomach churning, and you force down the flush in your cheeks as you stutter, "Just studyin'."
"With Sirius?" Remus cocks an eyebrow at you questioningly, "Are you trying to fail?"
"Oh, c'mon Moony," Sirius gripes, "I'm not that hopeless. Plus, I only helped her 'cause you weren't around to do it yourself. You're abandoning your sister, mate."
"Shut up," Remus grumbles, plucking the textbook off of the bed and offering you his free hand, "C'mon lovey, let's get you some real help."
As Remus drags you out of his dorm you throw a quick glance back to Sirius, mouthing a frantic 'Thank you' to the boy who sends you nothing but a soft, kind smile back.
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Lovers in games
Pairing: Lee Hyunjae x reader, *sorry fo the implications I put on Sunwoo it was just for the plot*
Genre: SMUT, angst, even fluff if you squint
Warnings: the usual- smut, curse words, implied cheating, my writing???, not edited enough I suppose
Word count: 5.1 K
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"I know you're hurt, even if act nonchalant sweetheart" He says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
The fucking audacity.
"How observant you are" you roll your eyes. But the stinging and bitterness in your heart were very much there, as you watched the party unfold, even if you looked through everyone, rather than at something.
Hyunjae chooses to shut his annoying mouth for a little, opting to pour you another glass of whatever concoction of cheap alcohol was served. He hands it to you, but the look in his eyes as you made eye contact does nothing but piss you off even more. Not that you weren't already angry.
"Stop looking at me like that" you shoot him a glare.
"Like what?"
"You know like what."
"No I don't. Enlighten me."
"Like you pity me." You roll your eyes. "Also you don't need to babysit me. I won't start crying and I won't drink my bodyweight in alcohol either. You know me enough to know that." You say, voice laced with saltiness.
"I know." He sighs, seemingly unimpressed by your rant. But knowing him, it wasn't like that.
"Maybe I just want to spend time with you. You've been so busy lately." he adds, looking somewhere through the crowd.
Yes. You have been. Between the mountain of assignments, work, trying to keep yourself mildly sane, and your little escapades with Sunwoo, you were virtually impossible to catch, even if he was in the same major as you. 'He wants to spend time with me' You roll your eyes internally.
"You're so full of shit that I wonder what made me talk to you, like ever." you say to him with an eye roll, not sparing him a glance.
"Because I was hot. Thats definitely why."
It was true.
Since everyone seemed to drool over him and call him mysterious and stalk his Instagram and praise every word that came from his mouth in class, you wanted to see what the hype was about. You obviously had eyes, so the moment he tried to sweet talk you, even if he was shit at the fuckboy game (he got embarrassed far too quickly by whatever came out of his mouth), you entertained him regardless. It was quite funny, maybe even endearing. Until you figured out what a little shit he can be sometimes. But keeping him close rendered advantages too. So, despite the constant nuisance and annoyance at his boyish remarks qnd mannerisms, you found he is actually fun to be around. Sometimes. And he liked cats. So you chose to keep him in relative proximity.
"True, you egotistical bitch. How is that working for you by the way? Did you find any interesting targets yet?"
"Nothing I would like to put any special effort in right now." He answers nonchalant.
"I see. Guess having people throw themselves at you has its advantages. You are not even working for it." You smile sarcastically.
He rolls his eyes. "So, why are you sticking around at this shit party after all?! Are you looking for targets too?"
"No. I just thought I would take advantage of the free alcohol and distractions."
It was true. Why go home and drown in thoughts of why your "boyfriend" would do such a thing, when you can chat up random people who probably don't remember you and drink as if it never happened. By the time it was time to get home you would be a mixture of drunk enougy and exhausted enough to just go to sleep without properly doing a skincare routine. And then it would be the next day. Ignoring the issue seemed like the answer for now. Or so you tell yourself.
"I know you expected better from him. And I know you're not gonna cry. I don't think I've ever seen you cry anyways. And this is not babysitting by the way. I do like being with you, I just happened to witness that. He's such a idiot for not knowing better honestly."
His words had this underlying honesty and objectivity. Like they always did. It kinda annoyed you how you admired the way he spoke about things with others.
You scoff. "Such bullshit".
But he is right about the timing thing. You haven't spoken to him more than "hello's" or acknowledging smiles in the hallways in weeks. But at this very party, when you were supposed to surprise Kim Sunwoo, your latest, over 2-months endeavour, Hyunjae happened to be around to witness you seeing him "mildly" cheat, to put it nicely. By mildly you mean witnessing a make-out session and this random girl trying to rile him up. He didn't seem particularly bothered. You decided to not make a scene and go outside. You werent per se dating. But it definitely stuck in your mind that you didn't really see either of them afterwards, you had to admit.
You honestly can't say you were shocked. You just stood there, barely even arrived at this ominous frat party and witnessed it go down.
Such behaviour was quite expected of Sunwoo. Everyone knew that. Including you. And you can't say you expected a dramatic change in behaviour from him, just because he chose to be around you more and fuck you regularly for the past 2 month or so. But it was still quite shocking of an image. It stung just the normal amount and made you feel slightly sick in your stomach and disgusted. And through all that as it happened, right behind you was the infamous older "fuckboy" you knew, Lee JaeHyun. He didn't have the tactics down as well as Sunwoo, you suppose, nor much of the typical behaviour. He cringed himself at any sweet talk or bold, cheap flirting remark. But it was part of his charm. Not that it mattered. He had people throw themselves at him constantly. And him seeing this while knowing of your business was making it worse. Now he stuck by your side.
But back to the culminant moments. He seemed quite shocked himself as he didn't take his eyes of Sunwoo and the scene, even as you kinda bumped into him to go somewhere else. He knew and saw, much like a lot of people, the two of you together quite a bit. He chased after you through the people. To the outside you looked just like you usually did, pouring yourself another drink, as if the one you had in hand was now too disgusting to look at. You downed the shot in one go. You went outside to breathe. He stood by your side. You came back inside. He stood by your side. He didn't dare speak. Until he did. And now, half an hour later, with a few more drinks in your system, Hyunjae following you like a hawk, and a heaviness in your stomach, you opted to sit on some counter and have underwhelming conversations with him, in a mildly sheltered place where you could hear each other and watch random people do stupid shit.
"Well, thanks for the therapy, I guess." You laugh as you down the rest of your drink. But you can't say you're not grateful for his presence.
"That's what I'm here for, love" he laughs.
"To be my therapist? I think it could rather be the other way around but sure. Whatever makes you sleep at night."
"You make me sleep at night" he says with a suggestive smile plastered along his features. What a good joke.
You give him one of the signature look whenever he tried flirting with you. A mix of "wtf" and disgust. "Can that even be qualified as a terrible pick-up line? It could pass for an insult honestly." You say with fake pity in your voice.
"Guess it's good I used it on you then. Constructive criticism on why I shouldn't use it. Besides, you also like insults. Win-win I say." He says with another arrogantly boyish grin.
You spare him a glance before rolling your eyes with a sarcastic smile.
"See? You can't even say I'm not right. I win." He winks at you. Cocky idiot.
"Anything for your ego, you moron." You add with an eye roll. "Degrade me senseless, Hyunjae." You say in a sarcastically submissive voice. "Is that what you want to hear?".
Of course it was. You don't exactly know what prompted you to say such a thing to him all the sudden. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe you were losing braincells. But you sense the change in the air immediately, in the way he turns to look at you.
It came that much better from your lips. He might not go around admitting it, but he wouldn't pass on the opportunity. He would like to have you at his mercy. To ruin you. But he couldn't let you know it was that easy to get to him.
"Sounds good coming from you. We should try it sometimes." He says playfully, taking another sip of his drink, maybe to hide the reaction you stirred in him.
You smack him playfully, smiling. "Is that your tactic, usually?"
"I don't need a tactic. People just can't have enough of me."
"How humble, just like I know you." You state.
"It's true." He adds, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.
"I know that. I see many girls everyday who talk about wanting their opportunity with you. It must truly be something. They don't even come back crying because you're an asshole. They just plan how to get to you."
"I see you have plenty inshight. If you want a taste we can always schedule something. You'll have priority in the list, too." He closes the space between you just a bit more than usual, looking you in the eyes. His gaze is powerful.
"Aww am I that special?! How sweet." you coo with sarcasm dripping from your tone. "Oh to be part of Hyunjae’s body count."
He pokes his tongue on the side of his cheek. If it's one thing he has, it's the audacity, besides the looks.
"Of course you are special. Besides, I bet I can make you cum faster than your shitty sound cloud rapper boyfriend." He adds, closing the distance even more, arms touching, and his lips touching the shell of your ear.
'Maybe sometimes... just sometimes... he knew what he was doing', you're thinking.
"What makes you so sure?" You challenge him, usual sarcasm barely covering the fact that you were flustered.
"I just have a feeling" he adds nonchalant as he comes face to face, closer to you. Sudeently eye contact seems impossible to hold. There is not anymore space you can back into on the thing you chose to sit on. And then he adds with incredible nonchalance: "If you wanna test the hypothesis, I can be your rebound fuckboy."
His hand is on your thigh and you don't even remeber him touching you before. And now it was digging and you felt the growing neediness in your stomach and lower.
"How sweet to offer" you add, almost breathless. When did he come to have such an effect on you?! You were fake flirting all along, after all.
But the moment doesn't last as all the sudden some drunk dude stumbles upon the edge of the small carpet and drops both bottles, shattering them into pieces, few inches from you. The liquid spreads and the shards are everywhere. But even with Hyunjae’s back fortunately covering most of your front, a piece of glass manages to cut your knee, not even mentioning his jeans are ruined. The pain is not high, you don't even really realize, as you were worried if anything got to hurt Hyunjae.
He asks if you are fine and you nod, he says he is fine as well and helps the dude get up on his feet.
"Your bleeding from your knee" he says concerned, and before you have time to process, he lifts you to take you upstairs.
The movement surprises you and as you adjust yourself better you cannot help but say "I can walk dumbass."
"I know you can."
"You're gonna get blood on you." You add, wondering how such a small cut can actually bleed so much down your leg.
"I don't care."
Finding an empty bedroom with a good bathroom proves pretty challenging but you manage.
He basically sits on you the bed but he feels the need to add "Sit for me sweetheart." as he goes to look for, you assume, whatever supplies. You are more shocked by his actions than the small cut. After all you had endless such cuts from not paying attention when shaving.
"Is that your usual line?" You raise your voice slightly to make sure he hears you.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night." He says, mocking you with your own earlier remark. He comes back fastly and sits on his knees to examine you knee. He takes your legs and lifts you again to move you further back on the bed have more space. 'Fuck why is he strong enough to do that so effortlessly?!' You think to yourself.
"Guess going to the gym so often is working for you" you say sarcastically. He only spares you a glance.
The sight of him on his knees on the floor attending to you was delicious, to say the least. He takes your leg and bends it to his will and after he is done disinfecting and applying pressure he puts a plaster on the cut.
"All set baby" he says and looks up at you, patting your bare thigh.
His job is done. But why do you feel like that wasn't even his job to begin with. You almost wanted him to disrespectfully look under your skirt. You wanted to feel his gaze and lust on you. So you take matters into your own hands and lift your leg just enough to give him plain sight of your crotch, just for a brief second. As if it was an accident. The crotchless underwear a sight to see, too.
He sees exactly through and his expression changes, and his hand goes on each one of your thigs, squeezing them, skirt slightly lifted from earlier still. You can feel his breathing on your lips. And the intense gaze he has on you. You wait for his next movement. The anticipation of having his mouth on your clit is beyond words, and you made it pretty clear, as desperate as that might've looked, you didn't even care.
"Is this your way of telling me you want your place?" He says condescendingly. "Because you will have to be more specific to get what you want, sweetie." That damned smile. He does know what he's doing, after all.
You don't say anything. You just grab the back of his head and kiss him, going down from the edge of the bed on his lap. He starts kissing you right back and his hands start to wonder. The material of his jeans feels more than amazing as you start grinding on his thigh.
He stops you in your movements. "No-uh. You don't get to cum like this sweetheart. You tell me what you want and I consider giving it to you."
"That doesn’t work on me" you say, disregarding his words on purpose. He lifts you and throws you onto the bed. The manhandling. You liked it more than you would admit. He comes on top of you.
"Is that so? Let's test how resilient you are, kitten."
The petnames were always a thing with him. But in this context it grows to affec you more than you would like.
"I bet you are exhausted from pretending all the time" he says between forceful kisses on your jaw and neck, which are bound to leave marks.
"Shut up. Good for you for not caring. Maybe you should show me how one day you fucking..." You say between breaths. He wraps his hand around your throat.
"If you are a good girl, I can show you everything and more" he says, seemingly not half as worked up as you were, despite the feeling in his pants saying otherwise.
"Shut the fuck up" you say and you wrap his necklace around your fingers, pulling him down. He is a better kisser than you would like to admit. Better than you thought. You suppose it's from the experience.
His hands trails downwards and under your skirt and when it finally reaches your core he can fully feel how wet you are through the gap in your lingerie. Fucking Sunwoo. He really screwed you over big time. You went to this kind of length for him. But it's not like he mattered right now.
"What an idiot. He could've had this and missed the opportunity" Hyunjae says, the dent in his pants rising significantly, as fingers barely graze your pussy. He lowers himself, going back to the edge of the bed and pulling you by your legs.
"I never thought I would see you on your knees for any woman." You admit, somewhat condescendingly.
"I only get on my knees for the interesting ones."
"And what makes me interesting?! The fact that you cam compete with that fucking asshole to fill your ego at my expense?"
You like getting a rise out of him more than you would like to admit.
He smirks. "No. The ego boost is just a natural bonus." He says starting to kiss up your inner thighs. "Observing you is always interesting. But watching you fall apart up close I guess is that much better." He says, sucking your skin, and you can feel it's gonna leave marks.
"You carry yourself well, kitten. Truth is I was surprised to see you with him in the first place. Didn't take you as the type to date fuckboys."
At this point your breathing was unstable and all his useless talk and intense eye contact while feeling his breath on your core was making you more needy than you thought possible.
"Oh really? Who did you think is my type?" You ask, just to keep up the seemingly unaffected image.
"Maybe someone like Changmin. You stare at him a whole lot."
"I suppose you're right." You say but it comes out breathy, as a moan.
"Already falling apart, huh? And I haven't done anything yet. Maybe I am your type after all."
He could be. You can't say no. And your pussy seemed to betray you like no other in front of him. There was something about seeing him like that, that made your brain go insane.
"Fucking do something" you urge him by grabbing his hair.
"Tell me what to do"
"Shut up and finish what you started. Your ego will get filled regardless."
He looks up at you as his finger grazes with enough pressure over your wetness and clit. But he stops. This little shit.
You render any rationality useless at this point.
"Fuck me Hyunjae. Fuck me until I have nothing to say. Fuck me senseless." You say to him.
'What an irony', you think.
"Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" He says as he starts rubbing you clit with more pressure and kisses your sex.
Ironically that he got you to be exactly where he said he could. And you even mocked him. But he put you in that exact place.
"Fucking finish what you started" you say, as you grab his hair, but his mouth was running laps already pleasuring your pussy.
And boy did he finish what he started. He did that and so much fucking more.
Half an hour later, or so you presume, you don't even think you can take more after how he overstimulated you. Maybe he was right about making you fall apart faster than Sunwoo.
After your third orgasm just from his fingers and tongue you have to plead with him.
"Fuck, Jae, I don't think I can take anymore"
"That's what you said after your second one too, kitten."
You raise yourself on your elbows and grab at his hair to bring him up on the bed, face to face with you. He gets up, taking your jawline between his fingers a little less than gently and bringing his other fingers to your mouth. You suck on them without hesitation, tasting yourself and his work on them.
"Fuck, you're so good kitten. You've outdone yourself." He says as he pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you deeply.
"Let me show you I can outdo myself even more." You say, trapping him with your legs on each side. You bring him down and turn the two of you around. He complies. You continue to kiss him and grab his crotch. He groans and you feel his cock twitch in his pants.
You skilfully open his button and zipper and your hand reaches in his underwear, stroking his head.
"Fuck, kitten." He says with another groan.
You push him back onto the bed and take his jeans and underwear down, just enough to take his cock fully in your mouth. You tease him by kissing around where he really needs you. Having the power back and watching him squirm in your hands in nice. But then he reaches and grabs you forcefully, flipping you over, face in the mattress.
"You think you have it, huh? You think I'm done with you? Sweetheart." He says arrogantly. "You think you can take my cock?" He says, whispering in your ear, pushing you into the mattress further by the back of your neck, his weight fully on your back.
"I can do anything you want me to" you say, head too clouded by the rush he is giving you.
"Aw, look who is being good all the sudden. Guess I've done my job well."
"Have you? Refresh my memory." You say, moving your ass so he call feel it.
"Oh I will rearrange your guts until you cry for me. Don't test me Y/N."
The use of your name made it that much more serious. The sterness in his voice made you shudder in anticipation and you hear him opening a condom. 'That was hot' you think. And he wasn't kidding. You were in for another long ride. By the time he was done you didn't even remember how to be coherent anymore.
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"You can really ruin me just like that, huh?" You say, exhausted, as he cuddles you close. He even cleaned you up and everything. He was such a gentleman too. You didn't per se expect that from him. The duality between taking care of your wound, fucking you senseless until tears were forming, and now whispering nothings while stroking your hair was somewhat fascinating, all in the span of a few hours. "Now I get why everyone wants you. Guess you're not just hot." you add, rolling your eyes. Even if he can't see your face, you can feel him smiling proudly, cocky.
"Of course I'm not just hot. I'm perfect. And you are exactly what I needed."
"To prove your ego and your skills?"
"As I said, that's just a bonus."
"Hm. How poetic." You laugh, turning to him. "And full of shit." You add, kissing him once more before getting out of his embrace to adjust yourself. He lets you slip from his arms. You stand in front of the mirror and adjust your clothes, put on your jacket, taking your purse and checking your belongings.
"And you like me just like that. Poetic. Maybe that's your type. You can't even deny."
"Oh I can easily deny anything." you say, glancing challenging at him in the mirror reflection.
"Then I'll have to prove myself again, until you cannot help but admit it." He winks at you.
You turn around.
"As if you would get another chance." You throw his pants at him. "Get dressed, you idiot."
"Still feisty. I like it."
"I'll fucking show you feisty." You say, marching towards him and throwing his blazer in his face too.
"Oh I'm ready. You're still at the top of my list. Besides, a hypothesis cannot be tested only once. It's not relevant enough." He says matter-of-factly, suggestive smile still plastered over his features.
You roll your eyes. But you cannot deny even to yourself how much you like his words. "I am glad something from this forsaken college curriculum is sticking to you, you'll need it." You retort without sparing him a second glance as you go for the door.
He gets up fast and grabs your hand forcefully before exiting, turning you around.
'Guess the manhandling never ends with him' you think and raise an eyebrow inquisitively. But the only thing he does is kiss you again.
"Let me walk you to your dorm."
"I'll be fine. You've done more than enough for just one night." You say as you try to get out of his grasp.
"It's not like that. I just want to. Please?" He pleads as he hurries to out his jeans back on and check his things in his blazer.
"Ok. Since you want it SO BADLY," you playfully say, with a smile, rolling your eyes.
"I'll always want you badly."
You roll your eyes as you both exit the room. The party has significantly quieted down. Flashbacks of Sunwoo are still at the back of your head as you exit and you don't know how you feel about the turn on events of the night.
As you reach your dorm you wonder in the quietness how it has come you ended up like this. But you cannot say you weren't grateful for Hyunjae in this instance.
"Thanks for walking me. You get to yours safely too, ok?"
"Of course" he says, and opens his arms for one more hug. You give into it. It was nice after all.
"Anything you need just text me, ok?" He adds.
"We almost never text each other Jae-"
"Maybe we should change that." He says confidently.
You roll your eyes for the nth time. "Sure. Thank you Mr gentleman."
"Always" he adds, before turning around in the direction his own dorm, sparing you one more glance and a wave. "See you in class."
"Mhm" you say while getting into your building and letting the door close behind you. You wonder how the repercussions of this one will turn out for you. But just for this evening, you suppose you can let the exhaustion engulf you and go straight to sleep. Consequences and awkward talks tomorrow.
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Yeah soooo... I kinda wrote another thing. Hope you enjoyed! My braincell feels empty so idk how I feel about anything I produce but hey, here’s something :)))
Let me know what you think, also sorry for implying Sunwoo is a mild cheater it was for the plot and that’s it.
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𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲, 𝐬.𝐫
a/n: this is a submission for @sweeterthanthis 6k writing challenge! i had so much fun writing it!
pairing: virgin!modern!steve x experienced!reader
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18+ warning
Warnings: 18+, porn with little plot, language, kinda dialogue-heavy, dry humping, unprotected sex, oral (m), light corruption kink (f), sorry for any missed typos!
Word Count: 2.4k
32. "guys, uh, what exactly does third base feel like?" - america pie + steve rogers
The sounds of Bucky and Steve's laughs fill the living room as Sam tells the story of his last date. You are covered in a blanket and cuddled into the frilly throw pillow listening to the horrors from the night.
Pizza crusts scatter the open box on the coffee table, and bones from wings litter the paper plates. A random playlist plays on low while everyone casually sips their drink of choice. The weekly Friday night dinner quickly turned into a dating confessional that you'd rather listen to than participate in.
"What about you, Buck? How's the bumble life treatin' ya?" Sam tops off his beer, motioning to him.
"Same old, same old- but I did hook up with this girl the other day," The dramatic story unfolds of the random one-night stand.
Bucky praises the girl's head skills and talks about how well he returned the favor. You sit back, snickering at the clear lie.
"You're so full of shit!" You can't contain your laughter, hearing the description of the poor girl's 'orgasm.'
"Sorry to break it you- she faked it." Bucky's jaw drops, Sam doubles over in laughter.
Steve forces a peal of fake laughter, playing into the idea he would know. Steve watches as you describe how you've fake it in the past. The boys coming to the realization that girls have played them.
"We don't have the luxury of faking it; they'd know." Sam pouts, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
"Cause' you guys have the luxury of cumming to anything," This opens the topic that not every orgasm they've had has been a pleasurable one.
Steve hesitantly adds to wants to add to the conversation but bites his tongue. He's only ever came to his own hand and didn't actually know what it's like to get past more than making out at the front door of the girl's place.
Flushed beet red and avoiding eye contact Steve blurts,
"Guys, uh, what does third base exactly feel like?" The living room falls silent.
You stay quiet as this was not your realm of expertise. However, much to Steve's surprise, they didn't poke fun at his lack of experience but instead explain the 'glorious' feeling- as Sam previously stated.
Bucky described it as fireworks shooting from your dick. While Sam says that, it feels like what he imagines entering heaven is like.
You watch as Steve tries to hide his embarrassment, biting the inside of your cheek. He sat uncomfortably gripping his bottle, nodding along to the descriptions.
"It's getting late; we should probably head out- Steve need a ride?" Steve goes to say yes, but you cut him off.
Knowing Steve wouldn't enjoy the ride home, were the jokes and teasing probably would take place.
"I'll take 'em," You give a small smile to Steve.
The goodbyes are kept short, and you wave them off. Bucky taking the leftover beer, and Sam taking the leftover pizza.
Steve plops down on his previous seat, finishing off the rest of the beer. You take a seat next to him,
"You okay?" He scoffs, shrugging.
"Seems like I'm going to die a virgin," The statement tugging at the idea you've had since he asked the painful question.
Taking a deep breath, you say,
"I'll have sex with you- I mean- only if want," Steve's eyes grew in shock- the straightforwardness surprising even yourself.
"You- you would?" Steve didn't think he could get any redder. The thought of having sex with anyone caused him enormous anxiety- and to do it with someone he sees almost daily? It left knots forming on top of each other.
"It wouldn't be weird- you can tell the guys you hooked up with a random girl. It'll be fine- but if you don't want to, it's-"
"No. I want to." He nervously looks at you.
You had moved close to him- your knee touching his thigh. A light chuckle escapes you,
"Now kiss me," Steve turns to face you, cupping your jaw.
His eyes flutter shut, and his lips press against yours. They're gentle and soft- scared to fully commit. You kiss him back- allowing your lips to fall in sync, moving together. The pace picks up when you feel his palm on your knee, roaming up the side of your thigh.
Pulling away to catch your breath, you're taken back at how well his lips move with yours.
"See, not bad at all," With the small confidence boost, Steve leans in toward your lips again.
This time, the kiss is more comfortable loose. Your instincts kick in, and you straddle his lap. Steve shifts against the cushions, not sure where to place his hands. Chuckling against his lips,
"You can touch me, don't hold back- I'll let you know I don't like something," Steve places them on your hips.
The slow roll of your hips makes his breath hitch and mouth hung open- your lips move along his jaw. The light kisses and the grind cause Steve's length to awaken, soft moans flow from him uncontrollably.
Steve's hands wandering up to the inside of your shirt and down to your waistband. Getting the hint, you pull away from his neck. You peal your shirt from your body, dropping it on the cushion next to you.
Guiding his wrists behind you, he swallows a lump in his throat and tenses up.
"Wanna take it off for me?" His eyes light up, and you chuckle at his enthusiasm.
The shakey hands and intense focus on unclasping your bra made your stomach flutter- how careful he was on not breaking it. Once it unclasped, you pull the straps off your arms. You thought his eyes were going to pop out from their sockets.
Steve's hands replace the cups, grasping them in his calloused palm. The rough and needy massages make your head fall back, and whines flow from you. Then, unexpectedly but welcomed, Steve's mouth opens- taking one breast in his mouth, harshly sucking on them.
The other hand still massages and toys with your nipple. You're unable to control your whines with the familiar ache beginning between your thighs- dampening the material of your panties. The sensation of his light nipping and cooling tongue was unlike what you've felt before- this much attention has ever been on your breasts before.
Purple and red bruises surround your nipples- your breasts now raw and sensitive.
"Has anyone ever given you head before?" You're breathless and trying to regain stability after the assault of your breasts.
Steve shakes his head,
"You want me to suck your cock, Stevie?" The sultry tone of your voice and the lazy gaze leaves him speechless; all he can manage to do is weakly nod.
In a swift motion, you climb off his lap- discarding your jeans- leaving you in your light blue lace panties. Steve removes his t-shirt- tossing it with the other clothes that lay in a pile.
You assist him with removing his pants. His bulge is very apparent through his briefs- a small splotch of precum has socked through the thin material. The bulge alone made your heartbeat faster and your mouth water.
In all honesty, it's been a while since you've had any action yourself, and by the looks of it- Steve is the biggest man you've been with.
Steve's mind is running a million miles an hour. Adrenaline is coursing through him- not giving him any time to think or process the events unfolding. Yet, the thought that he has seen a close friend hasn't fully settled in such an intimate way.
Slipping between his legs, your hands rub his outer thigh- soothing the shaking legs. Your knees are tucked underneath you, and your breasts are on full display as the res on the cushion. Steve's eyes lock on the scene in front of him, your hand's palm over his bulging. Dry humping alone could have had him cumming in his pants if you hadn't stopped rolling against him.
Releasing the throbbing shaft, your eyes widen- stunned at how large he was. He's wide and long. A moment of concern rings through you- figuring out how you'll manage to fit him all.
"What's wrong?" Worry and concern wash over him, the red flush returning to his cheeks.
Your fingers gently wrap themselves around him- your fingers are unable to touch your thumb from how wide he is. Saliva coats your mouth as you admire him.
"N-Nothing- you're just.. Stevie, you're so big," The praise causes his shaft to twitch.
While one hand stokes the top half, your lips close around his balls- sucking on the sensitive flesh. Steve can't but moan, clawing at the couch. As much as he wants to, Steve tries his hardest to keep from cumming.
He fears you've ruined all future masturbation for him- he has never managed to make himself feel as good as you are. The combo of your hand stroking him and your mouth made his legs tremble, and it difficult to breathe.
Switching gears, your hand's massage, and cups his balls while your mouth sucks on his tip- licking up all the fallen precum. You know how badly he needed to cum, so you sink further down- getting halfway down his shaft.
"Fuck, feels so good," He croaked.
Determined to take him all, you pull off- choking on a full breath. Letting all the saliva fall to the front of your tongue, you let a string of spit fall on his tip- pumping it down his length.
Taking a deep breath and relaxing your jaw, he fills your mouth. Your nose brushes his pelvis- you bob your head, gagging against him. His heart is beating a million miles an hour, and his eyes roll back with his head. Steve enters nirvana, pure bliss flooding his body.
With a quick motion, his hip thrusts- forcing his cock to touch the back of your throat. Ropes of cum shoot down your throat, you back off just enough to keep you from seriously choking.
"Y/N- Oh, shit!" His grip on the cushions almost punctures holes.
You swallow his load, making sure to not waste any. When you look up at him, his chest is rising and falling rapidly.
His eyes weakly look down at you; you're smiling wide. He reaches down and pulls you back up, bringing your lips back to meet his. Shocked that he didn't seem to care about tasting himself, you kiss back- straddling his lap.
This time, feeling his overly sensitive shaft against your cunt- that's only covered by thin fabric. Then, as your roll your hips, Steve's fingers slip past your panties- taking a hand full of your ass.
"Wanna go to my room?" Before you could even finish the sentence, Steve stands- taking your body with him.
You squeal against his lips as he walks through the door, entering your bedroom.
"Lay down," The command sounds more like a plead.
Steve obeys the orders, but not once does he take his eyes off your body. You shimmy out of your panties, revealing your perfect slick cunt. He lays back as you climb on top of him,
"Tell me what you want me to do, Stevie," A moan gets stick at the feeling of your juices coating his abdomen.
"I-I just want to feel you," He pleads, almost embarrassed at how badly he needs your cunt to swallow his cock.
"You want me to ride you? Let you play with my tits while I bounce on your cock?" He shudders at your filthy words.
Sitting back, you give his cock a few light strokes- before positioning him at your aching hole. You'd be lying to yourself if you said you weren't enjoying this- maybe even more than Steve. Ruining his innocence, being the first one to suck him off and make him cum- it was enough for you to get off alone.
A faint hiss falls past your lips and your eyes roll back- your palms flat against his chest, anchoring yourself on his chest.
"Stevie- God, you're too fucking big for me," The strokes to his ego make him feel better.
His hands help steady you, slowly guiding yourself onto him. Even with the arousal dripping down the sides of his length, you still can't get down fully. Slowly, you bounce- getting a little lower every time.
With a few times, you fully sink down. You swear you can feel him poking through your tummy. Steve's eyes squeezed shut from the overwhelming pleasure from your walls clenching around him.
"Fuck! Your pussy feels like it was made for me!" The slow pace isn't enough for him; his hips buck upward.
A cry of pleasure escapes you as he goes deeper than before- something you didn't know was possible. Your plan to ride him gets further and further away as your mind becomes foggy and your eyes struggle to stay open.
With a very thrust of his hips, he manages to graze your g-spot. The knot in the pit of your stomach tightens, and you knew you didn't have much longer till you came.
Muscling through the haze, you rock your hips with every thrust. Neither of you bothers to bite back moans and silence the small whimpers- you let them fly, filling the room with the sinful noises.
"Shit, Steve- I'm gonna fucking cum," You grit your teeth, feeling your legs fall numb and your walls pulsate around you.
The lower half of your body heat up, and your fingers dig into Steve's chest. He hisses and rams into your sopping cunt, this time- it sends you hurdling into your climax. Pathetic moans and helpless whines flow from you, unable to form a clear thought.
Steve continues to thrust into you, but it isn't long before he holds your hips against his- shooting his load inside your walls.
"Fuck! Y/N!" Your pussy clenches around him, milking his cock of all his cum.
There is a moment neither of you moves, both too sensitive. The both of you look at each other, both panting- but he cracks a smile. The realization set in that you're stuffed full of your friend's cock.
Steve chuckles, and you both start laughing. Sliding off of him, you're careful not to let any cum drip out of you. The mattress cools your warm body as you lay next to Steve.
"That's what third base feels like, Stevie." You chuckle into his chest as he wraps his arm around your shoulder.
"We just had sex-" Steve kisses your forehead.
"Yes, we did- we should do it again." You place a quick kiss on the side of his chest.
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she’s insignificant
chapter 2: welcome home
the umbrella academy x (fem) reader
disclaimer: i do not own the plot/storyline of the netflix tv series and i do not own the umbrella academy characters.
warnings: mentions of death, mentions of drugs and alcohol, poor parenting
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“number eight! this is serious! if you do not train properly you will not be allowed to join your siblings on missions.”
“number eight! that’s not how you behave!”
“no, number eight! how many times must you do this before you get it right?”
“no! not like that, number eight! you must be quicker, smarter, stronger! you’ll be a liability”
“no! again, number eight!”
“number eight!”
“number eight!”
she wished it was stop. the yelling. the shouting. the insults. the pain. the training. all of it. her head hurt. she could feel the anger swirling around, growing. control. she needed control. relax.
she took a deep breath. again. again. she pushed herself over and over until she collapsed. she worked herself to the bone only to always be left with disapproving stares. the scowl. the glare. and then she was alone, forced to pick up the broken pieces and put herself together. she didn’t have her other siblings. their family dynamic wasn’t much of a family dynamic but just once she wished one of them could be there. even just to see what she was going through. it hurt that she was alone. she hated alone.
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“um..” luther slowly stood, unsure. “i guess we should get this started” he looked around at his siblings sitting in parlour. they all sat separately with klaus making drinks at the bar in the back.
“are we having a family meeting?” y/n stepped into the room, confused. she paused as realisation crossed over their faces. “..you forgot me”
“sorry, y/n, we didn’t mean-” allison started, trying to defend them. y/n shook her head.
“no, no, don’t apologise. it’s okay.. let’s just get this over with” she waved off any concern, taking a seat beside vanya. in her lap sat a familiar book.
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“you’ll be okay” ben spoke softly, gently bandaging y/n’s arm. he gave her a small smile. the pair sat in the back of the library, secluded and separate. the others were too wrapped up in themselves to care.
vanya stepped over a moment later. she frowned at the tears on y/n’s cheeks. taking a seat beside her she offered them the cookies she had stolen from the kitchen. they weren’t meant to have any until dessert but ben and vanya found this much more important. y/n sniffled, taking the cookie in her good arm.
“thanks v” she gave a watery smile, eating a big bite of the cookie to stop the sobs about to escape her mouth. ben and vanya shared a frown over her head.
“should we read something?” ben offered, pulling a random book off the shelf behind him. y/n merely nodded, she needed this to calm down her raging emotions. these two were the only two who understood. if her emotions went haywire so would her powers.
“hm, little women? i didn’t think dad would have this” ben smiled at the cover.
“pogo got it for me” y/n murmured softly, listening to her brother’s soothing voice as he read. she smiled, they were always able to calm her down.
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“so, i figured we could have some sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown, say a few words” luther started again, “just at dad’s favourite spot”
“dad had a favourite spot?” allison asked, confused.
“yeah, you know. under the oak tree” luther nodded, eyebrows furrowing. “we used to sit out there all the time.. did none of you ever do that?”
“will there be refreshments? tea, scones” klaus interrupted, walking to join them with a cigarette between his fingers and a glass of alcohol in his other hand. “cucumber sandwiches are always a winner” he waltzed over beside y/n who smiled at his laid-back attitude.
“what? no” luther shook his head, “and put that out, you know dad didn’t allow smoking in here”
“is that my skirt?” allison questioned, looking down at klaus’ attire.
“what?” he mumbled distracted. he put his glass down before turning around. “oh, yeah, this. i found it in your room. it’s a little dated but its very breathy on the.. bits” he gestured.
“listen up” luther put on his leader voice, commanding as usual. “there’s still some things we need to discuss, alright?”
“like what?” diego snapped, obviously sick of this.
“like the way he died”
“and here we go” diego rolled his eyes and luther glared at him.
“i don’t understand.. i thought they said it was a heart attack?” vanya spoke up, confused. klaus plopped down onto the couch now, wrapping his arm around y/n.
“what? he had a heart attack?” y/n’s eyebrows furrowed, she hadn’t been told that. they all looked at her, surprised.
“you didn’t know?” allison asked softly,
“no? you did?”
“that’s only according to the coroner” luther chipped in, still pushing his theory.
“well, wouldn’t they know?” vanya raised an eyebrow.
“theoretically”
“theoretically?” allison asked.
“look, i’m just saying at the very least something happened. the last time that i talked to dad he sounded strange”
“oh, tell us please” klaus gurgled through his drink, not at all serious. y/n would have laughed if she didn’t see the real reason luther was bringing this up. he thought one of them did it.
“strange how?” allison continued to push, incredulous.
“he sounded on edge, told me i should be careful who to trust” luther frantically tried to convince them.
“luther” diego sighed, standing “he was a paranoid, bitter old man. he was starting to lose what was left of his marbles”
“no” he quickly shook his head, turning to him. “he must have known something was going to happen. look” he looked over at klaus. “i know you don’t like to do it but i need you to talk to dad”
klaus rolled around, disagreeing, “i can’t just call dad in the afterlife and be like dad can you stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call” he waved his cigarette around, sitting up and letting go of y/n.
“since when? that’s your thing”
“i’m not in the right frame of mind!”
“you’re high?” allison looked up,
“yeah, yeah!” klaus laughed, nodding his head, “i mean how are not listening to this nonsense?”
“well, sober up, this is important” klaus merely sighed, “then there’s the issue of the missing monocle”
diego scoffed, “who’s give a shit about a stupid monocle?”
“exactly, it’s worthless” luther was only digging himself a bigger hole, “so, whoever took it i think it was personal. someone close to him, someone with a grudge”
“yes, cause that’s all we need” y/n rolled her eyes, exasperated “more grudges”
“where are you going with this?” klaus narrowed his eyes, confused.
“well, isn’t it obvious, klaus?” diego sneered up at luther, “he thinks one of us killed dad”
luther opened his mouth to deny it but nothing came out. it was true.
“and i bet your top suspect is little y/n” diego pointed a finger right at the said girl. she froze.
“what?”
“you do!” klaus sat back, shocked.
“how could you think that?” vanya stared in disbelief.
y/n stood abruptly and everyone watched as her eyes turned black. the same way they used to when she had trouble controlling her emotions. they watched as she quickly shook her head, storming out.
“great job luther” diego mocked, “way to lead” then he begun to walk away.
“that’s not what i’m saying” he tried to defend himself but nobody listened.
“you’re crazy man, you’re crazy.. crazy” klaus stood too, picking up his drink. vanya went to walk away, following diego.
“i’m not finished” luther attempted to stop them.
“okay well sorry, i’m just gonna go help y/n murder mom, i’ll be right back” he commented sarcastically, walking away.
“that’s not what i’m saying-” it was no use.
y/n curled up beside ben’s statue, book pressed against her chest. she took deep breaths, trying to regain control. her breath came out shaky as she rocked slowly. eventually she relaxed, leaning into the side of the statue. her cheek pressed against the cold concrete. with a final sigh she looked up at him.
“hey..” she spoke softly, “i brought our book” she gave a weak chuckle, showing the statue the book she had been cradling.
“i finished again.. should i start again?”
diego stood in the doorway, watching her talk. he frowned, she was so sweet. it wasn’t her fault she was born with such a horrible curse. he understood why she got along so well with ben, they both hated their powers. it made training unbearable for them. she begun to read aloud, still leaning into the statue as she sat on the gravel covered floor. with a sigh he walked away, she would be okay, she just needed time.
time didn’t heal y/n, no matter how much she wished it would. she didn’t have anybody, everybody left her. she had to get over everything all by herself. her words started to come out stuttered, her voice cracked. slowly she begun to sob, tears wetting the pages of her book. she wiped them from her face, standing up. she had to be calm.
she spared one last glance at the statue before walking away.
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“number eight, you must always keep your emotions in check” reginald scolded, glancing up from his notebook. he scribbled something else, ignoring her watery eyes.
“b-but i can’t” she sobbed out, she was young. her siblings were allowed to show emotion why couldn’t she?
“then you are weak!” reginald snapped his book shut, raising his eyes to glare at her. the words shouldn’t have hurt as much as they did. she was never enough, she was always going to be weak. she needed to do better, to be better. to be strong.
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“emotions, number eight” the girl supressed her smile at the name her mother had just given her. he wouldn’t even use it. her face fell blank.
“emotions, number eight” the girl took a deep breath, no anger. nothing. you cannot feel. she closed her eyes for a moment, controlling her urge to destroy something. she opened them to see a confused diego. this wasn’t how she was meant to react, he had stolen the ring her mother had given her. she just walked away.
“emotions, number eight” she caught ben’s eye across the table. he nodded softly. she breathed calmly, no dessert. she was weak, she didn’t deserve dessert. five frowned from beside her, looking between her and their father. something was wrong.
“emotions, number eight” reginald turned on her. she stood, hands gripping the table until her knuckles turned pale. how could he let five go? as she raised her head she heard gasps from her siblings. pogo and reginald shared a look as she glared at the latter, taking a moment to calm herself. it wasn’t working. she was struggling to keep her emotions at bay, she couldn’t supress them. “y/n..” vanya whispered as she ran from the table. she couldn’t do it. he was gone and she hadn’t stopped him.
“emotions, number eight” she couldn’t do it. not this time. she shook her head. her eyes filled with tears. she couldn’t. “number eight! emotions!” she shook her head again, all she could feel was pain. it was her fault. she let him die. her siblings must hate her. her father hates her. ben would hate her. she let him die. she watched him die.
“number eight! your emotions!” reginald’s voice got louder and she heard herself scream. everything was crumbling. he was gone, it was her fault. “number one, do it”
it was all.. her fault..
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on her way to the staircase she paused. her eyes lingered on the painting. five’s painting. she felt herself move without wanting to. she stepped into the room, looking up at her brother sadly.
“i’m sorry” she frowned, “i’m so sorry, five. i shouldn’t have let you go. i should have gone after you. i’m sorry, you must be so alone and i lied. i’m sorry for lying.. i should have done better, i should have listened to dad.. i couldn’t bring you back and it’s all my fault. it’s always my fault.. i’m sorry five, i’m so sorry..”
“sweetie?” she looked over to see grace. “who are you apologising to? did something happen to you?” the blonde robot walked over, glancing over her to see if she had hurt herself.
“oh, no, it’s okay mom” she smiled fakely, trying to reassure her mother. “i was just thinking out loud. nothing to worry about”
“oh, alright, sweetie” she smiled again, “how about something to eat?”
“i’m okay, thanks. i think i’m just going to rest” grace nodded, allowing her to leave.
she wouldn’t be okay, not until she could stop blaming herself. she took one last look at five' picture before she closed her eyes, trying to stop her tears. when she opened them she appeared in her bedroom. she quickly shut the door, locking it. at least in here she couldn’t do anymore damage.
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“number eight” reginald’s voice was disappointed but y/n couldn’t find it in herself to care. so what if she was a failure, she had always been one anyways. “you are no longer allowed to go on missions with your siblings”
she didn’t raise her head. he wasn’t done. this is what she deserved. “you will instead be working on locating number five”
she froze, staring up at him in shock.
“what?”
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a flash of blue light outside her window broke her out of her thoughts. she stood from her bed, glancing down at the courtyard. it couldn’t be..
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aahh the s/o finding scratch marks is fulfilling my angst needs 😭🤚🏽 could u maybe do one with bokuto & suna 🥺 i love your writing so much!! xx
pairings: suna x reader, bokuto x reader
genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating
warnings: langauge, cheating
wc: 2.3k
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a/n: thank you for your support! I tried adding more plot to it this time hehe. breaking bokuto’s heart broke mine bro :( hope you like it! also TYSM GUYS FOR 200 FOLLOWERS FDJSKF i love every single one of yu :D <3 mwah mwah mwah
atsumu and oikawa ver.
osamu and iwazumi ver.
kuroo and sakusa ver.
akaashi and hinata ver.
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Suna
“Rin, hand me the soy sauce,” you asked, not looking up from the dish you were stir frying.
“Get it yourself,” Suna teased back. Rolling your eyes, you stuck out your hand. Laughing, Suna came up behind you, placing the bottle of soy sauce in your hands before wrapping his arms around your waist. His hands snuck under your shirt, laying on your bare stomach. You leaned back into his chest, sighing contently. The two of you rarely had time together anymore. While you were burying yourself in your work in hopes for a promotion, Suna was busy with practices that extended throughout the whole day. Both of you were exhausted by the time you came home to your apartment together, unable to muster the energy to do anything except fall asleep in each other’s arms.
“Mmm, you smell good,” Suna said, taking a deep breath into your neck.
“I think that’s the fried rice you’re smelling,” you joked back. Butterflies stormed your stomach as Suna’s hands gently massaged your sides. Even after living with the middle blocker for three years, he never failed to make you feel like a crushing high school student. Suddenly, Suna’s gentle hands grew antsy, teasingly tickling your sides. Jumping, you tell him, “Rin, stop! I’m going to spill something!”
“I think I’ll keep going,” Suna teased back, his hands continuing to tickle you. With one poke to your side, your entire body jerked, causing the soy sauce in your hand to fling into the air, and onto Suna’s shirt.
“Y/n! I really liked this shirt!” Suna whined.
“That’s your fault, baby. I told you to stop,” you shrugged, laughing at his expression.
“Whatever, I’m going to go change,” Suna pouted, turning away.
As you finished cooking, you went into your shared bedroom to tell Suna dinner was ready. You were stopped in your tracks, however, when you saw his changing form. Back to you, long scratch marks ran down the length of his back. Scratches that were not put there by you.
“R-rin, what is this?” You asked, voice beginning to waver.
Suna spun around, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights.
“Y/n! Why didn’t you knock?” Suna nervously asked, rushing to push his t-shirt over his head, “It’s nothing, babe, just uh, got in a fight!”
“Are you sure it was a fight? Or was it a late night in someone else's bed?” You asked accusingly, brows furrowing. Would your Suna cheat on you? You had felt pretty secure about your relationship before now, never having a reason to doubt your trust in your boyfriend. Yet, you couldn’t find it in yourself to make excuses for the lines raked down his back.
Pain and guilt flashed across Suna’s eyes, and that’s when you knew. You were wrong to believe you gave him everything he needed in a relationship.
“Look, y/n, we can figure this out, just let me-” Suna began.
“Please, stop,” you choked out, eyes welling up with tears. The middle blocker felt his heart shatter watching you back away from him as if he were a plague.
“No, you don’t understand! I can’t lose you like this,” Suna said, walking towards you, wanting nothing more than to pull you in his arms and wipe your tears away. He stopped in his tracks, however, when you flinched away from his touch, hatred flickering in your eyes. At that moment, Suna felt like the scum of the earth.
“Please, get away from me. Get out of this room, get out of this apartment! I don’t need your excuses,” You said, voice raising. When you finally looked up to meet Suna’s eyes, you found nothing but despair and regret.
“No! I won’t leave you, y/n! You don’t understand how much I need-” Suna started.
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Rintarou,” you scoffed. The pain in Suna’s chest grew at the use of his full name.
“I-it’s Rin. You always call me Rin. Please, call me Rin,” Suna pleaded, voice beginning to shake, “Stop distancing yourself from me. I’m your Rin. Please, don’t leave. I’m so sorry, let me make it up to you!”
“You’re a pathetic piece of shit, Rintarou! Cheating on me and then begging for me to stay and forgive you? Tell me, what was your plan? Did you just want a quick fuck one night? Or did you plan to keep cheating on me for the rest of our relationship?” You angrily walked towards him. Suna watched as the love you once held in your eyes for him turned into agony. He felt himself crumple knowing he was the sole cause of your anger and hurt.
“No! It was a mistake! Please, let me make it up to you,” Suna reached for your hands, desperate to have you with him.
“The only mistake that was made here was me trusting you,” You said, spinning around as you headed for the door. Suna physically flinched at your words, hurt and shame flooding his body. Panic filled his mind at the sound of your keys jingling and the sound of you putting on your shoes.
“Wait! Y/n, where are you going? Please don’t leave, it’s not safe for you to go out right now. Just stay and let us talk about it,” Suna pleaded, walking up behind you.
“I’d rather be anywhere but here with you right now,” you coldly replied, reaching out for the door handle. Suna rushed to stop you from turning the knob.
“Please, y/n, I can’t handle you leaving me,” Suna whispered.
“Just leave it, Suna. No amount of begging or love can fix my trust for you,” you replied, back towards his sobbing figure. Suna finally fell to his knees in defeat as you walked out of the apartment, knowing he lost you forever.
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Bokuto
“Ugh, I’m so ready to just relax,” you sighed out, dramatically splaying your arms across the center console in your fiancé’s car. A tingle ran up your spine at the sound of Bokuto chuckling from beside you, not taking his eyes off the road. You could never get used to his laugh, no matter how many times you’ve heard it.
“I know, baby. You deserve it,” Bokuto replied, taking one hand off the steering wheel to place on your thigh, giving a light squeeze. The two of you had been insanely busy the month leading up to this trip. From your boss’ unrelenting demands at work to your family’s constant nagging and opinions on your wedding decorations, the two of you just needed to catch a break. So, when Bokuto brought up the idea of a weekend beach trip, you immediately agreed, jumping up and down in excitement.
The beaming sun immediately warmed your skin as you stepped out of the car. Warmth spread through your body as you glanced back at Bokuto as he started pulling out your stuff from the trunk, looking up to flash you his smile you had fallen in love with ages ago.
“You go on ahead and find a spot for us, I’ll follow in a second,” Bokuto called out to you. Giving a thumbs up, you started towards the gleaming ocean, excitement filling your body as you felt the sand beneath your feet. Finally, choosing a spot, you unfolded your beach chair, spreading your towel across the top. A smile settled on your face as you laid down, sunglasses shielding your eyes from the harsh rays. Your eyes drifted closed, the sounds of waves crashing and children giggling putting you in a serene state.
Bokuto chuckled at your appearance before setting up his own beach chair next to you, situating a beach umbrella between the two chairs. He felt his heart speed up as he gazed at your relaxing figure, wanting nothing more than to cover your face in kisses. The spiker felt so much love for you, so he felt nothing but confusion as to how he woke up in another person’s bed two nights ago, naked. His adoration for you was replaced with guilt. Bokuto still hadn’t figured out how to approach the situation, how to tell you without you breaking off the engagement. He wanted nothing more than to watch you walk down the aisle in a few months, than to have children running around the two of you as you prepared dinner, than to grow old with you by his side. Bokuto was still unsure of what happened that night to cause him to slip out of a random person’s apartment in his clothes from the previous night.
The spiker was shook from his thoughts at the sound of your voice.
“Are you going into the water?” you asked, looking up at him.
“Yeah, I think I will just to cool off,” Bokuto replied, pulling his shirt over his head.
“Okay, I’ll join you in a bit, I just want to lay for a little longer,” you replied to him, closing your eyes again.
“Okay, baby. Take your time,” Bokuto said, placing a kiss on your forehead before starting towards the water. You giggled as you watched your fiancé run towards the ocean. Your laughter quickly died, however, once you saw his back.
Your eyes widen with a mixture of shock and confusion, racking your brain for an explanation for the long, red strips that lined your fiance's back, but, no matter how hard you thought, nothing came up. The past month had been too hectic for the two of you to ever get close to intimate. Tears began pricking your eyes as the realization that Bokuto had cheated on you settled in your mind.
Does he know he has scratch marks on his back? Is this his subtle way of telling me he wants to end this? That I wasn’t enough for him?
As soon as Bokuto hit the ocean, the salty water stung his back. His initial confusion as to where the pain came from was quickly replaced with realization. He shot up at the water, turning to watch you get up from your seat.
Maybe they didn’t see, he hoped. His hopes, however, were quickly crushed as his heart dropped to his feet. You began to gather your things, rummaging through Bokuto’s belongings until you found the keys to his car.
Panicking, Bokuto ran out of the ocean as fast as he could, cursing at the water for resisting his movements. He watched helplessly as you began walking back towards the parking lot. You saw. You saw the scratch marks, and now you were leaving Bokuto. The spiker’s worst nightmares were turning into a reality right in front of his eyes.
The dull shouting of your name from down the beach sounded in your ears. You ignored Bokuto’s incessant calls for you, the ache in your heart overpowering every emotion you were feeling.
Bokuto ran through the sand as fast as he could, hoping to catch up to you before you left his life forever. His lungs and legs were screaming, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain of you leaving. Panic rose in his eyes as he watched you get into the driver's seat, starting the engine to his car.
Wiping the tears from your eyes, you took a shaky breath, a weak attempt to try and calm your heart. You looked down at your engagement ring, memories of that night flashing through your mind, forcing another sob to rack your body knowing that your memories now meant nothing. Banging on the car window startled you as you looked up to find a panicked Bokuto. His frantic words were muffled as you watched him desperately attempt to stop you from leaving.
“Please, y/n, roll down the window. Let me explain, please,” Bokuto blabbered, “Y/n, please don’t leave me, you have to let me explain. I love you! I want to marry you, and you only!”
Anger surged through your body as you scoffed at his words. Rage blinded your thoughts at the mention of your impending marriage. How dare he tell you he wants to get married after cheating on you? Your brain didn’t have time to process your movements as you pulled your ring off your left hand. You watched as a glimmer of hope flickered in Bokuto’s eyes as you began to roll down the window, only to have his eyes widen in pain and shock as you handed him your engagement ring.
“You’re really a piece of shit, Bokuto. You know that?” Tears began welling up in the spiker’s eyes as he stared at the piece of metal that laid in his hands.
“No, y/n, please. Give me your hand, please,” Bokuto frantically pleaded, reaching for your hand. The ring in his hand belonged nowhere else except your ring finger.
“Just stop, Bokuto, you’ve already ruined everything,” you scoffed out. As his eyes met yours, he was met with a whirlwind of hurt, shame, and pity. That’s when he realized. To you, he was pathetic. The love and adoration that made your eyes shine brighter than the sun was now replaced with hatred and pain, making them burn greater than the depths of hell.
Bokuto’s heart shattered into pieces knowing you would never love him the same, knowing he broke your trust.
“I-,” Bokuto paused, unsure of what else he could say to get you back.
“I’m sorry, y/n” the man in front of you choked out. Bokuto felt helpless as he watched you roll up your window and drive away from him, leaving him in shattered pieces.
That night, when Bokuto finally returned to his shared apartment, the reality of the situation hit him. The empty aura filling the space that he used to share with you was all it took for Bokuto to fall onto his knees, becoming a shell of his former self. You were gone.
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If hospital is where Y/n ended up, it means her addiction got really bad. She decides to fix herself in the order to help Rafe, but will he appreciate that?
Part 1 here
The reader pronouns: she/her
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x kook!reader
Words count: 5k
Warnings: drugs, self destructive behavior, 'bad' words, a bit of violence and angst, not proofread
I did our girl Y/n dirty in the previous part so here I'm giving her a redemption arc. To be honest I think I did a good job with this fic, it might be my best work so far. I'm sorry, I'm really proud of it.
This fanfic contains spoilers of season 2, although the plot is just a background for this fic.
‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵
His guardian angel part 2
Y/n's life was in downward spiral. She almost died due to a cocaine overdose, but what was more important to her, she had lost Rafe. The police got him, which meant Barry must've betrayed him. Y/n blamed herself for it, she should have gone with them.
The girl sat up on the bed. Looking around, she could tell she was definitely in a hospital. The sun was shining so bright that day, Y/n had to squint her eyes. She tried to get up from the bed, but pain made it impossible. Starting with a headache, her whole body was in a flu-like pain.
Y/n's gaze suddenly shifted to the door when someone walked in. The doctor. She had long, brown hair tied up in a high ponytail. The glasses on her face made her look smart and experienced, but Y/n knew not to trust anybody in a situation like this, in a place like this.
"I see you're awake," the woman said, taking a seat on a chair next to the bed. "I'm doctor Katherine Riley. Do you know where you are?"
"A hospital." Y/n answered quietly.
"And what's your name?"
"Y/n Y/l/n."
"Do you realize why you're here?"
Y/n sat in silence, she didn't wanna speak, afraid of saying the wrong thing. Her (y/e/c) eyes kept observing the doctor.
"You overdosed," the woman continued, "and I would like you to tell me what drugs did you take."
With a shaky hand, Y/n moved a strand of her (y/h/c) hair behind her ear. "Coke. I did coke. Am I in trouble? Did you call the police?"
"No. There weren't any factors that would qualify you to be turned in to the hands of the police."
After Y/n nodded, the room went silent. Seeing that the girl had nothing to say, the doctor continued. "And now you have to tell me how did you come into the contact with the drugs."
Y/n thought before speaking. She didn't want to tell the truth. "I don't remember, I think I bought it at a party a while ago from a random dude. It was a one time thing, I just wanted to check it out." She lied.
Sure, telling the truth would mean Barry would be in trouble and Y/n would like that after he betrayed Rafe, but at the same time the truth would bring trouble to her. And Y/n had enough of problems already.
But the woman could see right through her. "Don't lie to me, Y/n. I know your parents, they told me you are addicted."
"Why do you ask then? And for your information, I am not addicted."
The woman gave a pitiful look at the girl. She felt truly sorry for her. Katherine knew that if it wasn't for Rafe, Y/n wouldn't have ever gotten into drugs. Although both of these young people were just really lost in life.
"I just hope you know that prolonged use of drugs can cause-"
"I am not addicted, goddamnit! Can I go home?!"
The doctor sighed. "Yes, I'll bring you a Discharge Against Medical Advice paper to sign. Wait a moment."
When the doctor left the room, Y/n was alone with her thoughts. She didn't even know what day was it, she didn't recall the woman mentioning it. How long was it since Rafe got arrested? There was no TV in the room and Y/n didn't seem to have her phone nearby.
Rafe. Rafe, Rafe, Rafe, that was all that Y/n's head seemed to be able to think about currently. The girl's thoughts were inadequate to the situation, she should worry about herself - she could have died.
And then the door of the room opened again, but it wasn't the doctor walking in. To Y/n's surprise, it was the boy she had been just thinking about.
"Rafe?" Y/n asked with a very noticeable relief in her voice. "You're not in jail."
Rafe's eyes were red, as if he was crying, but he managed to send Y/n a smile. When he was in jail for that very short period of time, he had a lot of time to think. And every thought he had seemed to lead to Y/n.
In his head, Rafe discussed the kiss him and Y/n had the last time they saw each other. Along memories of that moment, a strange feeling appeared in Rafe, something he hadn't known before. It wasn't his first kiss, but it was definitely the first time he had fallen in love.
"I'm not in jail." Rafe confirmed. He sounded tired, but not physically tried. Rather mentally drained.
The state Rafe was in worried Y/n. "What happened?"
Before speaking, Rafe sat down on Y/n's bed. He put his hand on the girl's knee and lightly squeezed it. "My dad is gone."
"Gone?" Y/n felt confused, gone had so many meanings. "Like, he took the blame and ran away?"
A sad frown was on Rafe's face as he shook his head. "No," he paused, "like he blew himself up on our boat and left a video of him taking the blame."
A gasp left the girl's mouth. She couldn't believe it the first few seconds. "I'm so sorry, you must feel awful right now."
Y/n put her arms around Rafe. The embrace wasn't tight, she was too weak for that, but feeling her closeness gave Rafe some sort of reassurance.
"That's not all." The boy continued. "Cameron Development is in debt. Huge debt."
Y/n pulled away. "Do you need help? My parents could lend you some money."
There were times when Rafe borrowed money from Y/n. It was usually because he owed Barry money for coke. Y/n didn't have a stable job, she used to steal from her parents and Rafe knew that by 'my parents could lend you some money' she meant 'I could steal it from them'.
"Y/n, the debt is 1.7 million dollars." Rafe admitted. "And we don't have much time to pay it off."
Y/n was speechless, it was really a huge debt. Thankfully the doctor walked into the room again before the silence got awkward.
The woman eyed Rafe. "Who let you in?"
"There was this one lady who...and she..." Rafe stuttered, trying to come up with a good explanation.
"I'm afraid you should go. She was just about to exit, you can wait for her outside."
Rafe nodded and walked out of the room, leaving Y/n with the doctor.
The woman passed a paper to Y/n. It was saying that she decides to leave the hospital and realizes she shouldn't have done that so early. Y/n signed that without hesitation and walked out after changing from hospital clothes to her normal clothes.
"Do you need a ride?" Rafe asked when him and Y/n were next to his car.
"That would be nice," the girl smiled, "thank you."
The both of them got into the car. It wasn't a long time ride, but that was more comfortable for Y/n than walking on her feet. The weather was beautiful, but too warm for her to walk in full sun after she had almost died.
"Are you sure it was a good idea to leave?"
The question surprised Y/n. She didn't think Rafe would care about it.
"Yeah, why would I wanna waste time in hospital? How much time have I even spent there?"
"Uhh, a day? Two days?" Rafe guessed as he wasn't sure, he slightly lost the track of time. "Kelce told me you overdosed the day I was arrested. They let me out yesterday morning, late morning. I wanted to sort out the whole debt thing with Rose before coming here."
"What are you gonna do now?" Y/n targeted the subject of the conversation at Rafe's problem. "With the debt, I mean."
A sigh left Rafe's mouth. "I don't know. We'll see about that."
Did he really not know? Or didn't he just wanna tell Y/n his plan? Maybe he just thought it's better for her if he keeps her out of this.
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Just as Y/n expected, her parents were furious. She came home and spent about an hour listening to them grumble about how much trouble Rafe put her in. They said her overdose is his fault, but of course she didn't want to believe it.
"You have to stop seeing him." Y/m/n stated.
Then Y/d/n added, "and you will."
But Y/n's stubbornness didn't let her agree to that rule. "I will keep seeing him. I don't care, I love him!"
Y/d/n scoffed angrily. He couldn't stand how blinded Y/n is. Whether she was blinded because she really loved Rafe or because he manipulated her, this had to have an end.
"You're going to rehab."
Those words echoed in the girl's ears. Her jaw dropped, she didn't want to believe it. They couldn't just send her to rehab.
"I'm an adult, I can decide for myself."
"Honey, it's either this," Y/m/n's voice was less angry now, "or we'll have to kick you out and disown you. It's your choice."
Y/n's jaw clenched, she was hesitating, she almost agreed. Her nervousness was visible. After a moment of silence, she spoke, "I have to think about it."
Y/d/n nodded. "You have time until evening."
Y/n shot her father a nervous stare. She stood up from a chair she was sitting on and walked to the door.
Y/m/n followed Y/n to the door. Sure, both of the parents were disappointed by Y/n, but it didn't change the fact that she was still their child.
"Really do think about it," Y/m/n whispered, "dad and I understand that if we want you to change, you have to want it too."
As Y/n stepped a foot outside the house, she looked at her mother. Maybe the woman wasn't lying, maybe they were truly concerned.
"Can I borrow your car?" Y/n asked, ignoring what her mother had just said.
"Don't crash it," the woman passed her car keys to the girl.
Y/m/n shook her head as she watched her daughter drive away.
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It wasn't very expected to have Y/n come over at the Cameron mansion, but neither was it unexpected.
Rafe at some point wished the girl would come over, but he didn't want to invite her as to not come off as needy. He just really missed her.
"Rafe told me what happened," Y/n said when Rose opened the door to let her in. "My condolences, I'm sorry for your loss."
Y/n cringed internally at her own words. She supposed that was what people usually say to women who lost their husbands, but it sounded weird to Y/n.
"Ward did what he thought was right." Rose wondered, rather to herself than to Y/n, and then added, "Rafe told me what happened with you."
This was embarrassing, knowing other people knew what happened. Y/n lowered her eyes.
"Yeah, it was kinda messed up," the girl admitted, "that's why I came here."
Rose raised her eyebrow. "Why did you come here? Of course I don't mind that, but...why?"
"My parents want me to go to rehab. I need to know what Rafe thinks about it."
A small scoff of amusement left Rose's mouth. "You're going to ask a drug addict whether you should go to rehab?" When Y/n didn't answer, the woman continued. "Y/n, we all notice your feelings for that boy, but your decisions can't depend on him."
Rose walked Y/n to the living room and gestured her to sit on the sofa. Y/n did it hesitantly, she didn't come there to talk to Rafe's stepmother.
The woman took a seat next to the girl. "You care about him. Until recently, I thought it's one-sided, but he freaked out when he found out you're in hospital."
A weird feeling appeared inside Y/n. Happiness? Relief? She wouldn't find the right words to describe it, but it was good to know Rafe cared about her.
Y/n didn't talk, letting Rose continue. The woman was getting somewhere with those words.
"What I'm trying to say is...go to rehab. For Rafe. Ward and I were telling him to quit drugs for so long, you might actually have an effect on him. If you quit, Rafe might as well."
Y/n didn't realize it could have been just another one of Rose's manipulation techniques. However, she did that with good intentions. This time.
"Fine, I'll do that. Where is Rafe?"
"He's in his room."
Y/n nodded and headed to the direction of the stairs. Before the girl even stepped her foot on the stairs, Rafe walked downstairs.
"Oh," Rafe said, "didn't expect you here."
He looked surprised, but happy at the same time. Y/n swore she could even see a very small smile on his face.
"I need to tell you something." Y/n announced.
She felt anxious, because she didn't know how will Rafe reacts. Or rather she did know how will he react and his possible reaction made the girl anxious.
Y/n took a deep breath and spoke as she exhaled, "I decided to go to rehab."
Rafe's mouth opened. What shall he say? Good for you? Congratulations? Or 'I don't want you to go'? Of course she would come back, but not very soon.
Y/n was Rafe's only real friend. She was more than a friend, but whoever she was to him - he had just her. Not Kelce, not Topper, not some random girls Rafe met at parties. Y/n, his Y/n. He didn't know if he would be okay if she left him, even if only for a few weeks.
So he asked, "what?"
Y/n frowned. What did he mean by 'what'? And why was the tone of his voice so dark out of a sudden? He sounded almost aggressive, as if he was upset with Y/n for wanting to get clean.
"I'll quit drugs," Y/n smiled.
"Why?" He didn't want to lose her. In his opinion, people who went to rehab were getting brainwashed there.
The girl's smile was replaced by an annoyed expression. "What do you mean why? Because I almost fucking died, Rafe!"
The boy scoffed. "So you're just going to leave me?"
Rose walked closer. She stood next to Y/n and told her, "don't let him manipulate you."
Y/n looked at the woman and nodded. Then, she turned her gaze back to Rafe. "I will come back."
"They'll brainwash you, you won't...you won't love me anymore." Rafe had been damaged a lot the past few days. Firstly, his father died and now Y/n was going to leave. "And I will still love you."
Y/n's jaw dropped. She gestured her hand in a random movement, not knowing what to say.
Rose decided to speak for Y/n. "If she gets clean, you will too. You'll do it for Y/n if you love her."
"Promise me that." Y/n added. It was all she managed to come up with. "Promise me if I get clean, you'll too."
Rafe gulped nervously, shifting his gaze from Y/n to Rose and then back to Y/n. Some kind of panic was visible in his eyes.
"I'm not promising you shit," he spat, "leave me the fuck alone."
Y/n felt million invisible knives stabbing her right in the heart. A minute earlier Rafe was afraid of her leaving him and now he told her to actually do that.
Rafe rushed to the door. Before he walked out of the house, he shouted, "fuck you, Rose! And fuck you, Y/n! And fuck all of your fucking mind games you play on me!"
Seeing how hurt Y/n looked, Rose reassuringly rubbed the girl's arm.
Y/n couldn't stand the pain, it was even worse compared to what she felt a few days before when the police caught Rafe.
He had just said he loved her, why would he act like this then? Why would he hurt Y/n if he loved her? It didn't make any sense to Y/n.
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It took Y/n 60 days. Y/n spent 60 long days in rehab, each day longer than the one before. At first it was hell, it even made Y/n ask herself why did she agree to that. God knows how many times she questioned if it was really a good idea.
But it was. Y/n realized that quitting cocaine was the best decision she could have made. The only downside of it was that she hadn't have any contact with Rafe nor any other of her friends. Despite that, Rafe's house wasn't the first place Y/n visited after coming back.
"I ain't seen you in a while, Bonnie. Your Clyde said you went to rehab."
Barry. The last time Y/n talked to him was the day Rafe got arrested. Also the day Y/n overdosed.
"That's true," Y/n confirmed, walking inside the trailer, "I've just got back."
"Seeing you here means they didn't do a great job, did they?" He laughed.
"Not here for the drugs." She had to stay strong. Knowing that she could just buy coke right now didn't help, but there was a reason why Y/n wanted to stay sober. Rafe.
"Country club ain't here either."
"Good," Y/n paused, "I don't want you to sell him anything anymore."
Barry raised his eyebrows and let out a quiet chuckle. "You're lucky I like you both. Rafe needs help and if you feel capable of getting him outta this shit, goodluck."
Y/n slightly opened her mouth, she was prepared to argue, because she was sure Barry wouldn't agree. The girl narrowed her eyes at the man.
"And you're okay with it?" A question came out of her mouth.
Barry leaned on the kitchen counter behind him, his hands on the edge of the surface. "You and Rafe aren't just people who buy, used to buy, shit from me, okay?" He hesitated to keep talking, but did it anyways, "I don't particularly dislike any of you, so even if it means losing two clients...I support your decisions."
Now this was a confession that left Y/n speechless. Barry was one of the last people she would expect to hear something like this from.
Since Y/n didn't talk, Barry continued, "and I hope you know that what I did, 'helping' Rafe get arrested, was for his own good."
Y/n nodded her head.
To be honest, Y/n used to not understand why would it be for Rafe's own good, she hated Barry for what he did. But during her stay in rehab, Y/n understood that was a way to help Rafe. Harsh one, but still.
Thankfully, now Y/n was there to help him. And she promised herself she would get him out of his addiction.
Barry walked closer to Y/n, "in that case, it was nice to make deals with you," he extended his hand to the girl.
She took his hand and shook it, "yeah. Let me know if Rafe comes here and tries to buy drugs from you."
"Will do."
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The moment Rafe saw Y/n at the doorstep of his house, he looked happier than Y/n had ever seen him. At first he didn't talk, he only put her in a tight embrace where she could hear how fast his heart was beating.
"I missed you," Rafe muttered as he placed a kiss on Y/n's head. "Don't ever leave me like this again."
When the lovers pulled away from each other, the girl hesitated to speak. Of course she wouldn't tell Rafe that she told Barry to not sell him anymore drugs. But there was a thing she had to tell Rafe and felt strong enough to do it.
"I missed you too," she smiled at him and paused for a few seconds, "but I will have to leave if you don't quit drugs."
Rafe scoffed, the expression on his face changed almost immediately. "I knew that, I knew they're gonna brainwash you."
"What? Rafe, I went there to stop taking drugs. All my effort will waste, I know I will start doing them again if I'm with you!" Y/n felt like a different person, a better person, who wasn't afraid to speak her mind. She wasn't afraid of raising her voice at Rafe anymore.
"I'm sure we can discuss it, yeah?" Rafe asked, gesturing Y/n to walk inside, "compromise?"
Y/n was walked by Rafe to the kitchen. The whole house was empty, they were the only ones there. They sat by the table.
Y/n spoke. "We have two options, Rafe. It's either you quit drugs...or I leave you. I really don't like the second option." She looked directly into the boy's eyes.
The boy thought about it. He put his hands on the table. "What if I'll do them when you're not around?"
It sounded like a joke, but it wasn't. Rafe meant it. He loved Y/n, he truly did, but he couldn't promise her to quit drugs. Rafe didn't want to make promises he couldn't keep.
"I don't want to be the witness of you ruining your health anymore." Y/n stated.
Rafe ran his hands through his hair nervously. He was very tense. "I need to think about it," he stood up, "wait a moment, I'll be back soon."
Y/n watched the boy she loved walk upstairs and then followed him. She knew what he was going to do and she didn't want to let him do it.
The girl walked quietly all the way to Rafe's room. The sun began to set, making his tall shadow peek out from the room to the hallway. Rafe crouched by his nightstand.
"I'm not letting you do this!"
Y/n ran up to him, grabbing his shoulders to pull him away. He stood up, being extremely close to her.
Rafe had anger in his eyes, so much anger Y/n thought it turned his eyes a darker shade. He was scary and unpredictable, but Y/n wasn't afraid of him.
Y/n looked at the white lines on the surface of the nightstand. With one quick move of a hand, the girl wiped the coke off of the nightstand, grabbing the ziplock bag with her other hand.
"Give it back!" Rafe demanded, trying to rip the little bag out of Y/n's grip. "Give it back, Y/n!"
Rafe grabbed Y/n's arm very tightly, the veins on his forearm were popping out.
"This fucking hurts, Rafe!" Y/n shouted.
Rafe only tightened his already tight grip, pulling Y/n closer to him. He looked into her eyes and ordered in a low whisper, "then be a good girl and give me back my drugs."
"Fine!" Y/n threw the bag somewhere on the floor and ripped her arm out of Rafe's hand. "Continue wasting your fucking life, but don't force me to watch it."
Something broke in Rafe when he saw Y/n's eyes water up to eventually let out a stream of tears.
"I fucking hate you, Rafe Cameron." Y/n spat with an enormous amount of pain in her voice.
Y/n gave Rafe one last look, one filled with disappointment and sadness. She wanted to avoid that, she wanted to avoid having to leave Rafe, but now it seemed to be necessary.
"No, wait, Y/n, please don't leave me," Rafe begged, trying to stop the girl.
"This can't work out if you won't wanna quit drugs, Rafe."
Y/n walked down the stairs, she didn't even try to stop crying, it was impossible for her. Rafe didn't follow her, he stayed in his room. He was angry, but not with Y/n. Rafe was angry with himself for letting her leave. He chose drugs over her, he really did.
On her way out Y/n almost bumped into Sarah. Y/n just really didn't look at where she walked, her eyes were on the floor. Sarah and Wheezie were just entering the house.
"Y/n!" Sarah exclaimed. "You're back! How was it?"
Sarah's expression changed quickly when Y/n looked at her. Wheezie was concerned as well. She had always liked Y/n and was always the first person to scold Rafe after he messed something up and made Y/n sad.
"It was okay," Y/n replied, "I'm two months clean," she chuckled. Or rather tried to.
"Why are you crying?" Wheezie asked. "I mean, what did Rafe do? Again..."
Just a second after she asked the question there were a loud, "fuck!" and a thud coming from upstairs. From Rafe's room, to be precise.
Y/n shook her head. "Let's say it's better if we stay out of each other's lives."
Not waiting for the girls to say anything, Y/n walked outside. It was colder, the weather was changing. To keep herself warm, Y/n wrapped her arms around her and walked home in a quick pace.
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Sadness overwhelmed Y/n. When she got back home, all she wanted to do was sit in her room and watch Netflix. Tears had dried, but a bruise was starting to form where Rafe's hand grabbed Y/n.
Y/m/n walked into Y/n's room with a cup of hot chocolate.
"Did you calm down?" The woman asked, passing the cup to her daughter.
Y/n nodded. "I guess. I still feel awful though."
"You did the right thing. If Rafe can't respect your decision, he should stay out of your life."
As Y/n took a sip from the cup, someone rang the doorbell. She and Y/m/n looked at each other, they didn't expect a guest and Y/d/n was away for work.
Y/m/n insisted she will go open the door, but Y/n followed her after turning off the TV. She stood in a place that allowed her to eavesdrop and not get caught.
Before the guest could say anything, Y/m/n spoke, "oh no, I don't want to see you here. You hurt Y/n, you're a bad influence. She spent so much energy on fixing herself, I can't let you ruin it."
So it was Rafe.
If Y/n peaked her head from around the wall, she would see that Y/m/n tried to close the door, but Rafe didn't let her, putting his foot between the door and the doorframe.
"I came here to apologize." He explained.
Hope once again filled Y/n's heart, sticking all the broken pieces back together like glue.
"I don't want to see you anywhere near my daughter. If you want a restraining order, I can make that happen."
"Please, just give me a chance."
"You had too many chances, Rafe. You never learnt from your mistakes."
Maybe he was truly sorry. Y/n wanted to believe he changed his mind. She decided to step in to the conversation.
"Mom, I wanna talk to him." She announced.
"Are you sure?" The woman asked. "You're too soft on him, he doesn't deserve you."
"I can handle a conversation."
Y/m/n walked away to a different room, leaving the two young people alone. Y/n took Rafe's hand and walked him to her room.
"So, what do you have to say?" She asked, closing the door.
Rafe sat on Y/n's bed. "I'm sorry for how I acted earlier. You know I didn't mean that."
Now, was he being honest, or was he trying to manipulate Y/n? Either way, Y/n sat next to him. She decided to have that conversation, so she had to face it.
"No, Rafe, you meant it all," she blinked a few times, feeling tears building up in her eyes again, "it's gonna be a really big bruise, you know?"
Rafe's harsh gaze seemed to soften up. He gently took Y/n's hands in his. "I will get clean, for you. I was planning it anyways."
"Do you promise that?" Y/n had a hopeful look in her eyes. She didn't feel like crying anymore.
"Yeah, yeah...I promise. I'll be better, I'll be a better man for you."
Y/n looked down at her lap where hers and Rafe's hands were. Rafe rubbed the girl's hands with his thumbs.
"I love you," he continued, "I would do anything for you, Y/n. I've never known a person stronger than you. You've been dealing with me for so long, I can quit coke for you."
Y/n shifted her eyes back to Rafe. "I love you too. We can go through this together, yeah?" Her eyes traveled to his lips.
The both of them were thinking about the same thing, so just as if they read each other's mind - their lips connected.
At first, the kiss consisted of soft and slow brushes, almost as if they were asking for each other's permission. Y/n slid her hands under Rafe's t-shirt, feeling his defined abs. A moment later Rafe rested his hands on Y/n's waist and that was when the kiss turned into more of a make out session. Now the kisses were deep, hungry. The lovers kissed as if they were trying to catch up for all the times they could've kissed in the past.
Suddenly, the make out session was interrupted by Y/m/n knocking on the door.
"Everything okay in there?" She asked. Her voice sounded worried, but she had reasons to worry. "You've been quiet for a while."
Y/n pulled away from Rafe with a smile on her face. "Yeah, perfectly okay!" She reassured.
Y/n didn't lie. Everything was sorted out, everything was perfectly okay and it was going to stay that way. Y/n would make sure Rafe quits his addiction, she wanted to support him in every step of this journey.
They were going to have ups and downs, but Y/n knew there is nothing they can't go through together. They went through a lot already, which only confirmed that belief. There was nothing that could separate them and as long Rafe had Y/n, he knew everything was going to be perfectly good.
At some point Rafe would regret all the trouble he caused Y/n, but maybe this was what fate had planned for them from the beginning. Maybe that was exactly what Rafe needed to realize Y/n truly was his guardian angel.
Being a guardian angel to someone like Rafe wasn't easy. Sometimes it was tough, but it was worth it. Nobody loved Y/n like Rafe, nobody understood her better than him. And there was no one better for Rafe than Y/n, as he himself thought. They completed each other.
Y/n was like an angel with a tiny bit of a devil in her, while Rafe was like a devil who deep down wanted to be good. And Y/n was there to bring the good in Rafe out to the surface.
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would you mind elaborating a bit more on the c!phil and c!techno post? not saying you’re wrong in the least, it’s just an interesting opinion I haven’t seen before! I was curious about the reasons?
*waddles in* okay im finally back from class and have a real keyboard to use for this yeehaw
to keep my feelings brief cuz im aware im biased- inniter both proud and shameful ✊😔- there's a trend i've noticed about certain types of content recently that has some symmetry to what was going on at the beginning of the year. but unlike those few months ago, most people seem to be reacting positively to today's stuff
the bedrock bros arc in particular had a lot of discourse surrounding it, especially after the mutual betrayal. many c!tommy fans would rightfully point out how it was a lil eff'ed up that c!techno kind of sort of lied to c!tommy about his real intentions and was dodgy when c!tommy tried pointing out how that's not what he wanted to do ("we'll smooth out the finer details later" or w/e the quote was)
in response, it felt like a cacophony of people claimed how techno was his own character, that he didn't need to be some random kid's caretaker, to the point that the whole "characters shouldn't be judged by how they treat c!tommy" take was created
nowadays i'm seeing c!rivals duo material come out of the woodwork like a flood. a lot of people want c!dream to join the syndicate, have him heal out in the tundra with c!techno after the piglin breaks him out of pandora's vault and away from his torture
now, there are quite a few reasons why i and many others aren't a fan of this idea, but this post is about how c!techno shouldn't be reduced down to any character's therapist! he has his own plotlines with his own motivations, certainly, those same people will at least point out that c!dream fans want a similar story that c!tommy fans did back in december and january, right?
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then there's the man the myth the legend c!philza himself, coining the title schrodinger's father for a good few months. with the canonicity of the sbi family dynamic being somewhat wonky (not deconfirmed however), people split harshly into two categories: those who liked the idea of c!phil still being c!tommy's father, and those who very very very much did not
regardless of people's true opinions on the matter, c!tommy fans (fairly) pointed out that c!phil destroying the kid's home right in front of him was a little messed up. c!phil was canonically aware that c!dream was up to something funky, yet he still went through the idea of teaming up with him to raze l'manberg into the ground, which stung c!tommy enthusiasts a little. who wouldn't be just a smidge butthurt about something like that happening to their fave?
like clockwork, lots of people criticized and even outright bemoaned this train of thought. c!phil isn't even c!tommy's father who cares! he certainly doesn't need to, stop making everything about the kid! y'all just have daddy issues and are projecting tbh 🤪
now back to the prison arc, we yet again return to the potential plot of syndicate!dream, where he'll be best buddies with c!emerald duo and c!niki will spoonfeed him while he recovers (yes this is a /srs headcanon i saw) and c!ranboo will just have to "get over" his fear of c!dream to see they're actually best buds (another /srs comment someone made yes that is word-for-word what it said)
essentially, someone in discord shared a tweet that was basically talking about the idea of c!techno shoving c!dream into c!phil's lap saying "here, be a father whether you like it or not" and, well, i got somewhat peeved if that untagged post i made is anything to go by
it's starting to feel more and more like people didn't actually care that others were writing c!techno and c!phil in caretaker roles, they only cared that c!tommy was the one being taken care of. because c!tommy is apparently the literal spawn of satan and is the worst thing to happen to the dsmp and is super annoying and blah blah
but instead of, idk, admitting that c!tommy just wasn't their fave and moving on from content they didn't like, they needed to create these excuses about how it was actually super awful that these fans were doing things like this, that you should feel bad if you support this kind of content because you are ruining these characters and everything they stand for
nevermind that this kind of stuff has been a normal occurrence in fandoms since fandoms have been a definable thing, that while yes it gets annoying how certain characters are favored above all others literally all you're achieving by tearing down someone else's work is that same person either A.) making more of that stuff out of spite or B.) potentially quit making stuff for the fandom altogether
it's just... it sucks, that it feels like you can't want anything nice for c!tommy without it getting called "ooc" or being accused that you only watch his POV and make everything about him. maybe i'm sensitive, maybe im extrapolating, but i wouldn't be the only one who is, considering i've seen multiple others voice similar feelings regarding this situation
so there we have it i guess. my brief words that ended up not being brief at all (so sorry dear anon, i really did try to keep this down to one page at most :headinhands:) and i hope they make at least some partial sense, now i gotta go read even more random shit for my hw fsndkfjndf save me /lh
#dsmp critical#fandom critical#c!techno critical#c!phil critical#c!dream critical#negative#discourse#answered ask#anonymous
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