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bloody-bee-tea · 7 months

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BeeTober 2023 Day 1 - Electric Shock

The start of Beetober 2023!!! Like always, all the thanks goes to my friend @chilassa who made the prompt list for me and this is yet again another year where I'm too tired to come up with fic titles myself so the title is the prompt! I am aiming for all days again, so let's see how far we come <3

Albedo isn’t quite used to human touch. People tend to steer clear of him usually, finding him too uncanny to come closer and less alone wanting to touch. Klee, of course, with her childish excitement, is a very notable exception.

She doesn’t hesitate to run to him, to hug him, to throw herself into his arms and she’s never shy to do so, either.

For a while, Klee was the sole source of human touch for Albedo.

Until Kaeya stepped into his life more firmly.

Unlike the other residents of Mondstadt, Kaeya isn’t shy with his touch. He doesn’t hesitate to brush his fingers over Albedo’s back, nudge him into the right direction with a firm tap to his hip or let their fingers brush whenever he hands Albedo something.

Albedo should have long gotten used to his touch and yet—every time it happens it feels as if an electric shock runs down his spine and settles under his skin.

It’s not—unpleasant, Albedo has to admit that much, but it’s unsettling because he doesn’t understand why it happens. Kaeya is a cryo user; it can’t even be his vision acting up. And the few times Albedo did ask someone else about this, he only got knowing smiles and meaningless ‘you’ll figure it out in no time’s thrown his way.

All in all, incredibly unhelpful.

“Albedo, my favourite Chief Alchemist,” Kaeya announces when he steps into Albedo’s lab and Albedo only barely suppresses the urge to roll his eyes.

“I’m the only Chief Alchemist,” he counters and watches from the corner of his eyes how Kaeya makes his way over to him.

“You’d still be my favourite, even if there were ten,” Kaeya gives back and this—this is new. Now even his voice manages to make a shudder run down Albedo’s back and he can’t say he’s too pleased by that.

Not as long as he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

“What do you want today?” Albedo asks, keeping most of his attention on the experiment currently in his hands but a part of his brain can’t help but to puzzle over this.

“Always so rude to me,” Kaeya drawls out and then slumps over the table in a way that makes Albedo want to scold him, if he wasn’t so very clearly deliberately making sure not to actually touch anything.

Kaeya is strangely considerate like that and Albedo frowns at the warmth pooling in his gut when he notices it.

“I’m busy,” Albedo gives back, pouring the almost glowing liquid into another bottle.

“I can see that,” Kaeya says and lightly taps his finger against Albedo’s forehead. “Though it’s not this experiment that’s keeping you occupied. What’s going on?”

There it is again, that by now almost familiar electric shock, running down Albedo’s back and almost making him spill the liquid.

He gives Kaeya a glare for his troubles.

“Sorry?” Kaeya says, clearly unsure of what just happened but he keeps his hands to himself until Albedo is done with the transfer and that’s really all Albedo can ask for. “You okay?” he then asks and Albedo sighs.

He’s not going to find an answer to this puzzling question himself and asking other people has yielded no insight, either—maybe it is time for Albedo to bring this up with Kaeya directly.

“Not many people touch me,” he starts with, much to Kaeya’s apparent confusion.

“Klee does,” he immediately gives back and Albedo nods.

“And you.”

Kaeya opens his mouth as if he wants to say something—apologize, maybe?—before he closes it again without actually saying anything at first.

“Is that a problem?” Kaeya finally gets out and Albedo shrugs.

“I’m not sure. Your touch is strange.”

“Strange,” Kaeya repeats, clearly lost and Albedo sighs.

“There’s this—it’s tingling. In a pleasant way, I think.”

“You think,” Kaeya whispers and Albedo can see the gears turning in his head. “So, if I do this—” he doesn’t finish his sentence but instead reaches out and puts his fingertips to Albedo’s forearm.

“It tingles,” Albedo confirms. “All the way down my back.”

He sees it, the exact moment Kaeya comes to a realisation because there’s this shift in his whole demeanour and so Albedo isn’t quite surprised when Kaeya leans forward, his intention clear.

Kissing him would probably clear some things up, Albedo understands with a sudden start, but he can’t allow this.

“No,” he says and puts his hand to Kaeya’s shoulder, stopping him in his movement.

The shift in his expression was subtle, but Albedo has seen that look before. It’s the one Kaeya gets when he figures out what someone wants, what he has to give to make someone happy—oftentimes regardless of his own feelings—and Albedo is not going to allow this.

He is not going to let Kaeya kiss him just because Kaeya thinks it will make him happy, not when he doesn’t know if it’s something that would make Kaeya happy as well.

“No?” Kaeya repeats and a frown settles on his face when Albedo takes a step away from him. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he then asks, and Albedo can tell that he’s getting worked up.

“And what do you want?” Albedo asks in return and sees how Kaeya flinches away from him.

His eyes are wide and panicked and Albedo doesn’t quite understand what’s going on anymore.

It only takes Kaeya a second to compose himself again and Albedo is also familiar with the sneer on his face.

Though it’s usually not directed at him.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kaeya almost spits out. “Don’t think you’re anything special. It’s actually kind of pathetic to fall for the first guy who shows you some decency, don’t you think? Makes you an easy target for everyone, just so you know. Now, if you’d excuse me, I have better places to be.”

Before Albedo can find his words Kaeya has already turned around on his heels and stormed off, leaving a bewildered Albedo behind.

He understands that he somehow hurt Kaeya, enough for him to lash out like that, but Albedo can’t quite understand just what he did wrong.

And it doesn’t change the fact that Kaeya’s words leave a nagging feeling behind in his head.

It was said in an attempt to hurt Albedo and to hide Kaeya’s own hurt but Albedo can’t deny that maybe Kaeya might be right. Maybe he does only have feelings for him because Kaeya was nice to him.

That Albedo does have feelings for Kaeya can be affirmed without a doubt now—that split second where he thought, hoped really, that Kaeya would kiss him enough to confirm it—but maybe it’s for shallow reasons.

Maybe Kaeya’s touch isn’t all that special after all; how would Albedo know without knowing any other touch?

It’s enough to get him thinking for the rest of the day, and by the time the sun rises next, Albedo is gone from Mondstadt.

It’s time he does some experimenting.

~*~*~

His plan is to travel to Liyue first, maybe head to Sumeru next depending on how long it takes him, and his first stop is Wangshu Inn. He has a very interesting run-in with the local Yaksha there, and that night he takes the time to get thoroughly acquainted with his own touch.

It doesn’t do much for him, beyond the physical pleasure one would expect and Albedo thinks that maybe a second person might be required after all.

He makes it to Liyue Harbor a day later and spends some very enjoyable days there. He meets Zhongli and knows him for who he really is though he tries to stick to cryo and electro wielders (he did not expect Lady Ninguang and Beidou to be so welcoming), that shudder down his back still so very prevalent in his mind but then he remembers the warmth that usually also curls in his gut when Kaeya is there, when Kaeya touches him, and he resolves to find at least one pyro user willing to tumble with him for a night.

That doesn’t happen until he makes his way to Sumeru though—and only then because Thoma is there with Ayato on official business—and there he also meets his most promising bed partner yet. Albedo sees the way Hermanubis curls around Cyno like a second skin and thinks that if anyone can make him shudder from pure touch alone it might be him.

He backtracks when he notices how the Acting Grand Sage looks at Cyno and he can’t quite hide his surprise when they come to find him that evening.

“He likes to fuck,” Alhaitham tells him in that horribly blunt way he has. “And I don’t, much.”

“We came to the agreement that I am allowed to indulge, sometimes,” Cyno adds with a sharp smile.

“As long as it is understood that it’s a one time thing,” Alhaitham almost boredly tells him but Albedo hears it for the threat it is.

Since that is not a problem for him he finds himself pinned under Cyno that night and while Hermanubis makes his nerves light up like nothing before, it’s still not the same as when Kaeya touches him.

Albedo makes his way back home a day later.

~*~*~

He doesn’t waste time to announce his return and instead makes his way straight to Kaeya’s apartment.

Kaeya doesn’t seem too pleased to see him when he opens the door.

“Can we talk?” Albedo still asks and he missed this, the comfortable warmth that curls in his gut just from being around Kaeya.

“I’m not the one who ran,” Kaeya derisively says but when he retreats into his apartment, he leaves the door open and Albedo takes it for the invitation it is.

“What do you want?” Kaeya asks once the door is closed behind Albedo and his entire posture screams at Albedo to get out.

He must really have struck a nerve back then.

“Kaeya, what is it that you want?” Albedo asks in return, and there it is again, that painfully surprised and confused look on Kaeya’s face as if he has never before been asked that.

“What does it matter?” Kaeya gives back. “Did you have a few good days?”

The way he asks it makes Albedo frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Thoma and I keep in touch,” is all Kaeya says to that and of course. Albedo should have known.

“I see.”

“I’m really that undesirable, huh? You’d rather make your way to Sumeru of all places than to look here.”

“That’s not what that was about,” Albedo immediately says. “I thought maybe you were right. Maybe it was just because yours was the only touch I’ve really known. I needed to verify.”

“Verify. As if all of that was nothing more than an experiment.”

“It wasn’t. Kaeya, I’m asking again: what is it that you want?”

Albedo knows what he wants; knows that it’s only Kaeya who makes him feel like that, who manages to light his nerves up like no one else can but he still remembers that look on Kaeya’s face.

He’s not going to take what he wants if Kaeya is only doing it because it would please Albedo.

“It clearly doesn’t matter,” Kaeya says, and he sounds resigned to it in a way that squeezes Albedo’s chest almost painfully.

“Tell me anyway,” Albedo says and then simply holds Kaeya’s gaze until he crumbles right in front of him.

“I want you to want me,” Kaeya almost yells out before he completely deflates. “I want you,” he adds, much more silent this time and Albedo doesn’t waste any more time. He steps forward and pulls Kaeya into a kiss, marvelling at the way even that contact makes him burn up like nothing else had.

“You have me,” Albedo says when they part and he was not quite prepared for the sad, almost resigned smile Kaeya gives him.

“Your exploits say otherwise.”

“I was trying to figure out what makes you so special,” Albedo explains and he isn’t quite sure how to make Kaeya understand.

“And?”

“And what makes you special is the fact that I love you,” Albedo easily gives back, not quite rising to the challenge in Kaeya’s voice.

“Come on, Albedo,” Kaeya says, clearly not satisfied with that answer. “You only feel that way because I’ve been nice to you. Because I touched you when no one else would.”

“I thought about that, too, when you said it the first time,” Albedo admits and only notices Kaeya flinch because he’s so close. “But I’ve had people touch me now; I’ve had people be nice to me. One even offered to court me properly.”

He still remembered his surprise when Kaveh had offered it in the morning. It didn’t even bear consideration, but it had been nice nonetheless.

“Good for you,” Kaeya mutters but Albedo shakes his head.

“It’s neither of those things that made me fall in love with you, though.” That too, is something Albedo has given quite some thought to during his travels. And he thinks that there are too many reasons for him to name them all speaks for itself. Still, he tries. For Kaeya. “I fell in love with you because you’re kind to Klee no matter what, patient in a way not many are. Because you were the same with me, without making it feel as if you’re looking down on me, like many others did. Because you’re considerate and respect my work place. Because you treated me like a human even though it was so painfully obvious I wasn’t one. Because you expected me to learn and adapt and didn’t coddle me.”

“And because I’m hot,” Kaeya quips and Albedo loves that he knows Kaeya well enough to know that he’s uncomfortable with Albedo’s praise and needs to derail him for a moment. Not that Albedo is going to let him.

“That, too,” he still easily admits. “Though I would still rank the smile you give Klee higher. That one is only rivalled by the one you give me, sometimes. You know, the one that makes your face go all soft.”

“I don’t have a smile like that,” Kaeya says, almost on reflex Albedo suspects but Albedo doesn’t bother to argue because the smile is right there, on Kaeya’s face.

“Sure,” Albedo agrees anyway. “So, if you truly want me, then you have me.”

“It didn’t seem like that when you pushed me away,” Kaeya says and it’s clear that it’s still eating away at him.

“Because I didn’t know it then,” Albedo explains. “Because you have a habit of doing things for the people you like to keep them happy, no matter what. And I couldn’t—I didn’t want you to do this only for me.”

“This would be something very selfish as well,” Kaeya admits and reaches out for Albedo’s hand.

Albedo doesn’t hesitate to thread their fingers together.

“Then you shall have it,” Albedo whispers as he leans back in.

And this time when they part, Albedo is met with the smile he loves so much.

#bt writes #beetober2023 #genshin impact #kaebedo #albedo #kaeya #getting together #promiscuity #background relationships #hurt/comfort #feelings realization #love confessions #first kiss

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yandere-fics · 9 months

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Kassien

♡ “Aww did my wings scare you, lovely? Aww don’t worry I’ll fold them up for you.” ♡

She’s a bit of a sneakier yandere. Demons can already seem so intimidating to mortals so she needs to be non-threatening to get closer to you. Doesn’t want you to escape before she manages to capture you.

♡ “My name is just Kassien, no last names. I can find a human to adopt me and take their last name though if you really want to take my last name when we’re joined together, would that make you happy?” ♡

Don’t challenge her, she’s very serious about that. She’ll even bond with the human family so you can have some proper in-laws if that would make you love her more.

♡ “My age? Kinda hard to calculate. I was a fully mature demon when I left for the mortal realm but I can’t tell how time here compares to time in my realm. Either way I am far older than any mortal currently alive, but as my lovely mate, you’ll eventually be that old as well.” ♡

Not really gonna get a solid answer for that question, no one can really tell how old a demon is, they all age at vastly different rates based on power and she’s a mid ranked demon.

♡ “I have no interest in anyone who isn’t my mate, us demons only like our mates.” ♡

She likes your gender.

♡ “I work for The Boss, but if you want to know my area of expertise, it’s actually very similar to Miriels. My job is to locate demons when they land in this world as the demon world has no one clear exit so we just fall where we fall.” ♡

Demons often get stuck in weird places or the outskirts as when they portal it, portals always generate at least 15 feet from the nearest person to prevent mishaps. Kassien portaled into a narrow pit that she couldn’t fly out of and had to climb out of.

♡ “Well I really enjoy the open space for flying, I’ll have to take you with me sometimes lovely. I love you a whole bunch though, lovely.” ♡

She likes flying in the human world, the demon world is harder to fly in because there’s alot of demons there and higher rankers get priority when it comes to flying, especially with their soulmates. ♡ “Work is a bit of a pain sometimes, other than that I can’t say I dislike a whole lot of things. I don’t feel passionately either way about alot of things.” ♡

Most people working for The Boss are not her biggest fan, they just try not to say it out loud often. She’s actually a bit more friendly with The Boss than most employees since she’s working there of her own volition unlike most.

♡ “Well I can fly which is pretty obvious but as a midranker, that is my only significant skill. I can still keep you with me if I want though.” ♡

Portaling isn’t exclusive to her, even low rankers can do it somewhat well. Beyond that she has claws that she can grow out to be super sharp. She files them for her darling.

♡ “Lovely, please don’t leave yet. You might bring out my bad side.” ♡

#yandere oc #my oc Kassien #yandere lesbian #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n

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darklinaforever · 5 months

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You know, I hate when people say that the only redemption for Thomas was death because he was an irredeemable monster and slept with his sister… Like, his redemption was very good in the movie, but do people at least realize that he is talking about a man, once a child who experienced countless abuses from his parents, that his only protection was his older sister, who in fact developed domination over him, and probably influenced him when they were younger to be together on an intimate /sexual level, let's not be afraid of words, probably groom, and to extract from him some kind of inviolable oath implying that they should never separate ? That he was clearly on her side as much because he loved her as he was afraid of her ? The girl has had influence and mental dominance over him since childhood… Are people aware that it's not easy to get rid of such influence even as an adult ? (I mean… Lucille literally sings him a lullaby like a child when she sleeps with him from what I remember…) Do I even need to remind you that Thomas never killed on his own, with his own hands ? Even if he let Lucille do it, it all stems from an influence and dominance that dates back to childhood. Please note, I am not saying that as an adult, Thomas did not make his own choices. I'm simply saying that his choices arise generally from Lucille and the influence she has had over him for so many years. Edith is literally the one who broke the infernal cycle and gave him the courage to finally act against his sister. He was not bad-hearted and devoid of morals. Thomas was actually quite pure in his genre despite the situation he was in. He knew what he was doing was wrong and clearly didn't like doing it. He knew his sister was in trouble, but loved her and was too afraid of her to dare act against her. If he was irredeemable, he would not have found peace in death. A character like Thomas could totally have redemption or he lives in another context (or hypothetically if Edith's friend had used his connections so that Thomas would get away with it in the eyes of justice, perhaps ?). I'm tired of hearing that he absolutely deserved to die.

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[Thomas has his eyes mostly open, looking at her, and his smile, when he is intimate with Edith during their love scene. During the scene with Lucille, Thomas has his eyes still closed...]

And be careful, I'm not saying that Lucille didn't suffer in her life either. She suffered from the same problems as Thomas, and probably worse from their parents, since she protected her little brother in addition to suffering. But unlike Thomas, Lucille has become a monster, and truly irremediable. That's why his ghost is black at the end and Thomas's isn't. In the end, the promise between the two is broken. They are separated, and Thomas is free from Lucille, in peace.

I also always see tons of people wondering why Thomas chose Edith, because she wasn't like his and Lucille's previous victims, but the answer is pretty obvious...

Thomas never lied to Edith about his feelings for her in the first place. He loved Edith and that's precisely why he chose her. He was simply selfish in wanting a little happiness / sunshine in his shitty / dark life, perhaps even thinking that he would manage to avoid the same fate as the other wives. Lucille was also very reluctant to agree to take Edith.

I love the whole prediction of their relationship in the love speech Thomas gives to her at the beginning of the film. There is a bond between their hearts, and if it breaks, he will die, and she will eventually forget him. To which Edith replies that she won't, she will never forget him. And that's exactly what happens in the film. Their hearts are linked by a bond, it breaks when Edith learns the truth, Thomas dies, but Edith will never forget him and will end up dying, as she predicted at the beginning of the film, a widow.

Also, I'm tired of people saying that Edith was too pure for Thomas, so it's impossible that she really loved him… People really need to stop with the concept of purity, because It's annoying after a while. It's well known that a pure girl falls in love with a dark man. Also, the film is once again a gothic romance! If you can't stand romances who are dark, don't watch a gothic romance !?

“Don’t underestimate the lord of darkness, even the purest heart will join to it.” - Klaus Mikaelson.

#crimson peak #guillermo del toro #thomas sharpe #edith cushing #edith sharpe #lucille sharpe #thomas x edith #edith x thomas #thomas and edith #edith and thomas #Youtube

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inafieldofdaisies · 2 years

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𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 | Season 2, Episodes 7 & 8 | Review post & Thoughts on season 3′s potential

I don't know how I feel about the finale of Made for Love, I genuinely liked the direction the season was going in and then the last 2 episodes happened. They left me with what I can only describe as an yucky feeling.

The whole season gave off vibes about Byron getting some type of redemption. You have so many scenes showing he’s trying, that he does have feelings for Hazel, but needs to work on his issues and realize the error of his ways and how many messed up things he did.

They fed us so many cute scenes with him and Hazel, showed her having doubts about betraying him, she would make the first move and hint at having feelings for him. There was hope. False one, sadly.

I wasn't a fan of Byron’s character in season 1 at all, his actions were problematic, things started to shift with season 2. It managed to make me feel bad for him, especially after seeing him try to make an effort and showing a glimpse into his feelings. Billy’s acting is so amazing, he bought something to what can end up as super unlikable character, there was humor and rawness to Byron.

You have him face what seemed like a very unpleasant thing for him, something he kept hidden and avoided: going back to his childhood home, staying the night there because Hazel insisted, even after he wanted to flee. They finally talked, bonded even.

I get Hazel has a hard time trusting him. Still I felt like the final two episodes just went off the rails and basically destroyed whatever was built so far...

For context: Byron ended up copying Hazel’s consciousness and uploading it together with his own.From there the Other Byron & Hazel went rogue, or shall I say Other Hazel came up with a plan to do some body snatching and took OB along for it. Byron ordered to have Hazel’s copy deleted, he was confident they’re making progress and didn’t want to ruin things. He got taken over by OB instead.

Other Hazel took over Hazel’s body and let her father unalive himself (note: it was Herb’s wish bcs he was sick), he was ready to leave Earth. Hazel was forced to watch it happen, unable to stop it.

Hazel then started to fight back, trying to gain control of her body again. Once she managed to do that, she decided to betray Byron by not letting him get his body back, instead leaving the passive and naive Other Byron in it while Byron is trapped within, forced to watch and is on the verge of disappearing. Hazel is pregnant with Byron’s baby and running HIS company. She treats Other Byron like sh!te too (telling him it’s none of his business when he asks about her day.)

I get Hazel is angry over her father and wants revenge, but I felt like full on blaming Byron for what happened to her dad and not even letting him explain the whole fiasco was a bit much, especially since it was Other Hazel that created the mess, she was the one wanting to take over. I saw him copying her consciousness as more of a plan B in case Hazel decides to leave and things between them don't work out, in a way he'd still have a version of her.

Not to mention her father made the decision to leave, it was his choice, he didn’t want to suffer anymore, he was confident Hazel is gonna be alright. It wasn’t like Other Hazel poisoned him.

Like Hazel, I get it, but Other Hazel didn’t actually m-word him, okay? Herb wanted to leave, she didn’t trick him into DRINKING POISON! Byron didn’t do want your dad to die either.

Having your “good” main character suddenly become the villain in this way is weird. I get the show likes to make bizarre turns, but those two episodes took away all meaning from whatever progress Byron made. Instead of getting redemption of a problematic character, you get almost complete ruination of the heroine. The decision she made was so messed up, she had other choices, especially after claiming she wants to do good by taking over Byron’s company. Keeping her dad on ice, leaving a door open to bringing him back to life when *he wouldn’t want it*, is yet again messed up.

Getting revenge on Byron fueled by her father’s death was questionable, trapping him in his own body and forcing Other Byron (who was in love with Other Hazel who Hazel killed) to stay in their miserable marriage was even worse. A f-cked up marriage that would soon have a baby involved too. Not only did she punish Byron, but she’s actively punishing OB as well.

As others have said: after 6 months of marriage the light from OB’s eyes is gone, the emotions are off. It’s like keeping a $ex robot as a husband at this point.

The reveal Byron isn’t himself wasn’t a twist either, like from the second he’s on the screen you can tell it’s Other Byron, way before the eye twitch is shown as a hint. The romance lover in me is crying at the “dad” scene, ngl. It’s such a missed opportunity for an actual happy ending as series finale.

As an ending to the season Hazel could have:

1) Talked it out with Byron, gave him a chance to explain since she was so into testing him prior and showed she has some type of feelings for him if she had doubts about betraying him. Then decide if she trusts him, etc.

2) Let the agency handle Byron and his company... take him down as she initially wanted.

3) Leave the marriage, start a new life without Byron, raise their child in a good environment.

An alternate thing I expected to happen: Byron & Hazel team up to get back their bodies and take down their Other versions. They talk sh!te out eventually.

From reading interviews on what we can expect if the show gets renewed, I don’t have much hope for s3. I still hope the writers rethink things and that s3 would get back on track, focusing on what was left unexplored in this one. Making Hazel into a villain is just dumb in the long run, especially after they fooled us into thinking Byron is getting a redemption which turned into him getting fecked over for something he didn’t even intend to happen. Are we to expect they’re eventually gonna be okay as a couple now that Hazel has gone “an eye for an eye” on him as a way to restore “balance”? And what about the poor baby?

#made for love #cristin milioti #review #tv show review #tvshows #tv shows #my edits #my thoughts #mygifs #rant time #tv series #book adaptation #billy magnussen #tv show update #tv show thoughts #tvships #tvshowedit #currently watching #tv show gifs

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valeskakingdom · 2 years

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Home Sweet Home (part 23)

It was like the first day she was sent to Arkham Asylum. Horns were honking loud that everybody could hear the police driving through the city, it was raining so you could hear the raindrops hitting the car's roof, and heavy clouds covered the sun making a full atmosphere. It was like Scarlet relived this day, as if fate has decided it. The only difference was the car and the missing S.W.A.T. team. The cops decided to transport her to Arkham in a simple police car with three cops by her side.

"Isn't it fun, guys?" Scarlet sighed with a smile "It's like I'm reliving the same situation like some time ago. Cops sitting next to me, raining, and we're on our way to Arkham. HAHA." Scarlet was more than amused about this. She actually loved it. Why? Simple answer: Coming back to Arkham means she's got the chance to make new partnerships, she could plan a big breakout again, she could make herself great again.

But the cops didn't answer, they didn't pay attention to her even. They simply ignored her, as if she didn't exist, as if nobody sat in the back of the car - they just kept driving silently, the driver being focused on the street of course. Unlike the other days, the traffic was bustling. Many people decided to drive through Gotham's streets for either just visiting people or driving through the city just to get out of town.

"How's been Arkham since I was gone? Was it boring without me?" Scarlet asked kinda curiously "Or are there some bad guys who rob your last nerves?" She chuckled over her own joke "No but for real, any news? I'm just curious."

But again no one answered. The cop next to her just gave her a weird look that even told her to shut up, which was the only attention she's got.

"Fine then," Scarlet sighed rolling her eyes in annoyance "What about Hugo? He's still the asylums manager? Haven't heard of him in a while." She grinned "I'm about to say I kinda missed that little dwarf. I had some short good old times with him. He saved my life, turned me into a marionette-..."

"Shut up, Patel!" The cop who drove yelled at her that she almost flinched a little. His dark and very loud voice sounded very roaring, which could frighten people - but not Scarlet.

"Hey!" Scarlet pouted "There's no reason to be rude to me!" And again no one said a word to her, there was just an awkward silence "I mean, yeah, I murdered a few people, but I'm still a human being like you."

"Pahaha, you're never like us. Not even in your dreams" Another cop scoffed.

"No? But I'm just a human like you. And you know what? We both have something in common. We both kill people, whether men or women, young or old. The only difference between you and me is that you kill people because they apparently don't fit in your system. I kill people with pleasure and to process feelings I can't handle." Scarlet smirked.

"You're just an untamed beast that needs to be behind bars" The cop muttered.

"Nawww, no need to give me compliments" Scarlet smirked me patted the cop's head "Oh! There's one question I've always wanted to ask you guys. What do you feel when you kill people? Do you feel relief? Happiness? Or nothing?"

"Patel, shut the fuck up or I'll every single bullet in your fucking head!" The driver yelled out loud m. He couldn't take her talking anymore. It was annoying, it was tiresome -she should just shut her goddamn mouth! How could that be so hard?

"Woah, fine. No need to become loud" Scarlet rolled her eyes, leaning back into her seat and looked out of the window, enjoying the little drive.

***

The siren's tone resonated as the cell door opened to the rec room and Scarlet entered it. Everybody looked at her, some in shock, some confused, some hust stared without any thoughts. They just stared at her because everybody else did.

"I'm back bitches!" Scarlet chuckled, throwing her arms in the air and danced around while entering the rec room and seeing some familiar faces "Missed me?"

But no one answered, they all just kept looking.

"Aaron? Is that you?" Scarlet let out a slight laughter in astonishment as she walked towards him. She couldnt believe it. Everyone she was working with, was dead - and Aaron, her little bodyguard in Arkham, was alive? That was... fun? Or amusing? "Wow, you haven't changed at all. How are you?" She took a seat in front of him.

But Aaron Helzinger just kept looking at her, wondering who the fuck in the world talked to him? He didn't recognize her at all, she was formally a stranger to him.

"Remember me? Scarlet" She introduced herself again but still, Aaron couldn't remember her, which made Scarlet sigh in annoyance - how could someone be so dumb? "Remember the crazy redhead who played the boss? I was his little friend"

"Yes!" Aaron nodded, saying it out loud. Oh, he remembered Jerome: The little crazy ginger boy, being all lippy, who thought he could boss everybody around and impress them with his false promises - everybody hated him and feared him because they had no other choice "He was mean to me"

"Oh really?" Scarlet spoke to him as if she spoke to an infant or even a baby "That's so rude. What did he do to you?" She was trying to manipulate him in a pretty easy way. First of all, she sympathized with him more than anything. She acted to be his friend, his shoulder to cry out that he placed his trust in her - and in the next moment, she tried to use him for her own good. Like in Arkham a lady like her wasn't safe, so she needed a bodyguard - and that would be him. In the past she had Jerome so she knew no one would ever dare to lay a finger on her, but now everything was different. She needed safety. There was no guarantee to be safe anymore.

"He used me and treated me like a dog." Aaron told Scarlet.

"Well, good that fucker is dead now, huh?" She chuckled about her sentence - she hated to say that. She would never admit that she missed Jerome, but she did. She missed making plans with him, terrorizing the city together - she just missed his appearance and his stupid acting.

"Yeah" Aaron grinned in response.

"Anyways," Scarlet looked around, then back at Aaron and leaned her head forward to him "You know, it's really dangerous for a girl in Arkham. Would you like to be my friend? Who saves me from the bad?" She gave his the cutest puppy look someone has seen, she widened her eyes and pouted like a little baby.

"Yes" Aaron smiled at her. He found her cute in some way, especially when she looked like that. It let his heart melt a little.

"Great" At the same time, the siren's tone resonated which meant the cell doors opened. Someone had to enter the rec room again. Was it also a new one? Or a guard? Or just a simple inmate who came back from therapy? Or a doctor?

"Scarlet?" You heard a familiar, quite shocked voice say - it was Oswald. He couldn't believe she was here, in a complete negative way. She was his only chance to escape, his only chance to leave Arkham. And now she was here? What happened? How? Why? His hope to flee was gone now. How would they manage it? It would take days, even weeks to make plans, to arrange people, to even get a phone! They had to be careful that the cops wouldn't catch them. They had to be careful that not too many people would become aware of that all because too many people escaping would ruin the plan"W-wha...I don't understand this. What are you doing here?"

"Ossy!" Scarlet cheered walking up to him "Oh, you know, the cops got me. I directly walked into their arms" she shrugged "You know, it was actually pretty fun. I made my way to my old apartment checking it out and then -..."

"You were negligent!" Oswald snapped "Do you know what that means?! We're stuck in here! No one can help us to escape!" He was more than disappointed in her, clearly. She was always telling everybody that she'd be such a professional and that she only works with professionals - but where is her professionalism now?

"Calm down, Ossy," Scarlet rolled her eyes in annoyance "You worry too much ab-..."

"How should I calm down?!" Oswald almost yelled, that even some inmates frightened "We stuck in a jail full of apes and dumbasses! Who do you want to choose as a partner? There's no one, really no one who'd be capable of planning anything! All these people do, is laughing, eating, and being annoying!"

"What you apparently don't know: Arkham is predestined for making new partnerships. Most of the inmates indeed seem not to be really usable, but that's because no one knows how to treat them. You just need to make them feel understanded, maybe even behave like them, too, to become their friend - and then they do everything you want." Scarlet grinned "You see Helzinger? He's one of the guys"

"He's just a bald and dumb. There's no-..."

"Nuh uh uh," Scarlet shushed him "Not so rude Oswald, you might hurt someone's feelings." She smirked "Aaron is more usable than you think. He's a perfect bodyguard. Everyone's scared of him, and he can perfectly start riots if he doesn't get what he wants."

"He's not more usable than a dog" Oswald muttered. He wasn't really impressed of what Scarlet said. He didn't trust her so called plan like does she really think she can find any usable person in this asylum? Never! They're all crazy! They're all dumb!

"Oh he is," Scarlet grinned "Remember the Maniax' first assassin?"

"The one where they killed 7 people by throwing them down from a high building?" Oswald frowned.

"Exactly" it was her favorite of all memories she had with the Maniax when she thought of all the screams, cries and all the fun she had with Jerome "Aaron was the one who threw them all down the building. He was our bodyguard in here, he always took a look of me when Jerome wasn't around."

"He could be a good Butch exchange." Oswald said thinking "So Aaron does everything we want?"

"He does everything I want. Don't know about you." Scarlet shrugged "He needs to like someone before he does what the other wants."

"I'm sure that would be no problem" Oswald smirked, he already had ideas how to somewhat train Aaron that he would turn into his butler, as well. He'd pretend to be his friend, he would act like his friend, he would promise him several things - and boom, Aaron would be his little Butch.

"We'll see." Scarlet grinned.

***

Some time went by and Scarlet, Oswald and Aaron sat on a table with some others - quiet, bored, either staring at any point in the rec room or playing with their own fingers. It became boring in Arkham. No one said a word, everyone just stared at certain points, nibbled on their fingernails or lower lips, or randomly stood in the middle of the room.

"Wow, almost forgot how boring it sometimes could be in here" Scarlet sighed letting herself fall on the table plate that she stared at the wall. She had no clue what to do right now. She had no motivation to think of any plans, she had no motivation to play stupid games with other inmates or the guards, she had no motivation for anything - not even for a silly joke "Anyone can tell me a joke? I'm bored!"

"I guess, no one's in the mood to tell any stupid jokes, Scarlet" Oswald sighed, being a little annoyed. He wasn't annoyed of her, he was annoyed that there was nothing to do. He had the same problem like Scarlet - pure boredom. It was horrible.

"Woah, no reason to be sassy, Mr. Penguin" Scarlet rolled her eyes annoyed "Just wanted to lighten your mood up"

"No one asked for that, though" Oswald snapped.

"Seems like someone's in a bad mood" Scarlet sang playfully and stood up. She decided to make her way to the entrance to talk to the guards - maybe they were in a better mood than Oswald.

"Hey guys," Scarlet smirked, leaning against the grid "And? How's life? Any news?" But the guards didn't answer her, they just gave each other a questioning look with a slight frown and looked back at Scarlet. Was that crazy kid really talking to them? Pfft, she can talk with the other crazy mates but not with them.

"Isn't that boring for you just standing there for 8 hours and watch crazy people how they do nothing? Like be honest with me. Even I know that it's totally boring." She said "You can't tell me it's fun." But again they didn't say a single word. They just looking at her.

"Hey what about we play a little game? I tell a riddle and you need to guess the answer. The winner can tell another riddle. I'll go fir-..."

"There's no time for any stupid games, Patel" Some other guards came across and walked right in her direction "Dr. Strange wants to see you"

"Dr. Strange," Scarlet said thinking, she knew that name. As far as she could remember, Dr. Strange was was a tiny and baldy Asian guy who saved her life from a bullet in her stomach - and who implanted a chip in her head to control her "Oh! The baldy guy who tried to control me over a chip! I'm glad about that! It's time to finally talk!"

You heard the horns honking again as the cell door opened, the guards grabbed Scarlet by her arms, tied her arms up and lead her to the office of the oh so famous Dr. Hugo Strange.

They went along the floor to a, let's say hidden elevator at the end of it, entered it and drove down to the cellar. Scarlet was somewhat excited to see Strange again. Last time, they just had a short pleasure - and now they had time to talk.

They all went along a dark long floor until they reached a red steel door. This was the door to Dr. Strange's office.

"Sir?" One of the guards said after knocking on the certain door a few times "Patient C156 is ready for her appointment"

"Come in" you heard a voice saying from behind the door - Hugo Strange of course. He seemed to be quite excited to see Scarlet. Maybe he had sone things in mind doing with her? Maybe new plans? New experiments? Who knows?

The guards opened the door, you could see Hugo Strange sitting behind his desk with a slight smile on his face, folding his hands. He expected her coming more than anything. He was glad she didn't resist to come like some others.

"Here we are, Hugo Strange, once again as lively as ever." Scarlet smirked, strolling over to the seat in front of him "Long time no see. How are you?"

"Scarlet," Hugo Strange slightly smiled "I'm glad you came without any impediments. Some inmates have gone wild lately, it would be a pitty otherwise, wouldn't it?"

"Surely it would," Scarlet crossed her legs with a smile "Ah, I remember last time I was in Arkham and you implanted a chip in my head to control me." She let out a slight laughter, but then her face lost all expressions "Do it again and I kill you right here"

"I do not intend to do that. I've learned my lesson" He was lying, he did not. This time he had even more plans with her but these were top secret.

"You better," Scarlet muttered crossing her arms "Anyways, I figured some things changed while I was out?"

"Indeed, we detected new methods to treat criminals much better than before. The test scores were marvelous. We performed much better than before." Hugo Strange explained, he wanted to make Scarlet fell comfortable in his near that she would forget about the past. It should seem as if they were a team since years "We have the others better under control, much less riots, violence and death in here."

"What kind of therapy is that?" Scarlet asked curiously, she was interested in it. What therapy would you use to control people? Hypnosis maybe? If yes, in what way though? None of the inmates would ever just simply sit there and listen to any therapist's words.

"Electroshock therapy." Hugo Strange simply answered "It's for the...uhm... special kind of people to treat them. It seems to be the right way to get them same."

"Let me think, since your last attempt to control me failed, you try it that way." Scarlet gave him a devilish smile. She knew Hugo Strange wouldn't want to talk to her without a reason, he had something in mind. She just didnt know what it was.

"Nah, you get the usual treatment." Hugo Strange folded his hands.

"Why? Am I not special enough for the treatment?" Scarlet frowned, giving him a sarcastic smile. How could she not? She at least was one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham, the most cleverest and the most famous one. She was a master mind.

"The word 'special' has many meanings. It can mean being a master mind like you, it can mean being chaotic like Jerome or being a little dense if you understand."

"Oh, I see," Scarlet nodded, she understood it immediately "You hope to activate the brain cells in the dumb people." Scarlet chuckled and leaned back into the chair "So what's in for me? Why did you want to talk to me?"

"You're truly a master mind, Scarlet. Who would not want to have the honor to analyze your mind?" Hugo Strange smiled, kind if awkwardly. He tried to manipulate her, obviously. He wanted to let her believe she was the star in the show, she was the special thing Dr. Strange needed.

"But why? If you work with the police, I politely decline. I don't wanna help the police with catching my colleagues because you analyze the mind of a murderer." She didnt want to be the one who helped them all. For that her reputation was way too good.

"I don't work for the police-..."

"Still, whatever goes through my head, stays in my head" Scarlet stood up "So I politely decline. And now excuse me, my back hurts from all the sitting. I need a massage."

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[Prompt]: Chloe made the mistake of waking up Castoria with kisses. She should have noticed the caster's new horsecock. Now she's going to get used as the onahole she is as Castoria's cock reshapes her cunt exclusively for her use. If she's wondering why she hasn't popped yet Castoria made spells to help her "partners" survive her. She can't go having a Jack incident every time she pounds someone smaller than her.

Castoria didn't even wake up as it happened, still somewhere on the border between awake and asleep, her mind providing her with the assumption that she was just having a wet dream and changing some general things about the scenario to better fit her desires.

Which was how Chloe found herself being hugged close to Castoria, much to her confusion and surprise, with one hand while the other pulled down Castoria's sleeping clothes, Chloe just barely seeing the cock that was unleashed before her own clothes, what little she wore, were pushed aside.

Chloe was unable to escape even as Castoria let her go for a short moment, mumbling something with half-open eyes that were still obviously asleep, her hands quickly grabbing Chloe either way, lifting her up and putting her on the cock head like it was some sort of throne.

Chloe knew exactly why she was making that comparison to herself, but she really wasn't ready! Not that it mattered to the Caster who simply gave a grunt-moan and started pushing down the regretting, smaller, girl down, the head of her cock piercing into her depths, assisted by pre-cum most of all.

Of course, even if Chloe was far from ready, struggling and thrashing a little in her grip like some sort of vibrating onahole, her body responded honestly none the less, pussy juices starting to pour out and lubricate the passage as her body tensed and head started leaning back.

Without even being fully impaled, Chloe came, making the further insertion even easier, practically making her fall down and descend the cock at an even faster pace than the one Castoria had been going at it with.

Chloe weakly punched Castoria a few times in protest as all that came out of her mouth were moans and half-breaths as the cock tried to utterly split her in half, stopping at the entrance of her womb, but even then, it pushed as far as it physically could, filling out Chloe to her absolute limits without actually punching through.

This did not seem to matter quite as much to Castoria herself who simply got up, still partly asleep and pushed Chloe against the bed, still impaled on her monstrous cock as Castoria started to mercilessly thrust, pistoning in and out with stupid amounts of force.

Chloe's hands going up to her head, holding her own face, her fingers in her hair as she struggled to manage with the sheer stretching she was being put through, that made her feel like her very womb would be fucked out of her. Yet that wasn't it, Castoria holding her by the hips even harder and starting to twist.

Being literally screwed on to Castoria's dick as the angles started shifting in a inconsistent manner, forcing it even deeper into her even if it should not have been possible, made Chloe scream out in pleasure and regret and for mercy even harder, but no one would hear her.

All she was at this point was a sex toy and she knew it and she loved it and she hated it and she didn't consent to this, but she couldn't stop it either, emotions mixing within her head as she simply felt and knew that she would not last, that she would absolutely break after only a few moments, that she had to think all the thoughts she could think now, unlikely to be able to do so any time soon afterward.

Though even now, her thoughts were an endless mantra of 'Cock! Cock! Dick! Fuck!' and so on, while Castoria gradually and properly woke up, though still thinking she was in some strange wet dream, not thinking much else about the fact she was using Chloe like she was.

In fact, because this was a dream, she went at it even harder, pulling Chloe closer and closer, forcing herself past the natural limits the little girl's body should have had. As she managed to screw and push her way into Chloe's womb, she went over the edge as well, immediately cumming enough to fill the whole womb, small as it was, and only keeping on from there until the cum started to leak.

That did not mean that it was over however, even if Chloe went limp with her tongue sticking out. Castoria simply continued to slide Chloe back and forward on her cock, deciding to 'ride' the dream until it ended, whenever that would be.

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Those Warm and Halcyon Days: Chapter 13

Tea for Two

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“Draw it out through the palms of your hands,” Lysithea says. “Like it’s on a string. Just pull it out and let the magic flow.”

Veery tries, again. He does as she says, trying to focus on the magic within him, tracing the flow in his mind to his hands, imagining the magic coming out, but… he fails. Again. He sighs. “I don’t know about this. I don’t even know if I can do magic.”

“Not with that attitude!” Lysithea scowls. “Try it again.”

“We’ve been at this for weeks,” Veery complains.

She scoffs. “Do you have any idea how long it took me to conjure a harmless little ball of light?” To demonstrate, Lysithea opens her hand upwards, and a soft light appears over her palm, slowly drifting around the breadth of her hand. “Three months.”

Veery makes a choking, whining sound in his throat. “Months?! I thought they teach everyone magic here at the Academy.”

“They do,” Lysithea says. “That’s with proper teaching, and even then, not everyone manages it. I had to figure it out from watching others and from books. That’s why you won’t take nearly that long – because you have me and the professors to teach you.” Veery hangs his head. He understands her point, but he’s still discouraged. “And as everyone keeps telling you, the first spell is the hardest. You’re figuring out the very fundamentals of how magic works and trying to get your body used to using it at the same time. Try it again; I know it won’t take much longer.”

“You really think so?”

“I know so! You’re putting in a lot of effort, so of course, you will!” Lysithea smiles at him, but it quickly turns sinister. “And I won’t let you make that effort go to waste, so you’re going to do it one way or another.”

“Ack, alright, sheesh.” Veery sighs again and scratches idly at his ear. With a deep breath, he closes his eyes and tries again to focus on the magic.

It’s not… hard, exactly. It’s just that it’s always been there all his life, so he has a hard time trying to identify it. He tightens the muscles in his thigh for a moment, then consciously relaxes them, focusing on the feeling, that singling out of a singular part of his body that he normally wouldn’t think of. A trick Professor Manuela teaches him.

Magic doesn’t feel like a muscle, but it doesn’t act entirely unlike one either. Veery feels the flow of it outwards from his heart. He knows that’s where the bulk of it is, so it’s easier to start looking there. He tugs at it a little, mentally, and like tightening and relaxing a muscle it flexes and relaxes in response.

“Good,” Lysithea says. “Now out the palms of your hands.”

Veery breathes – in, out. In, push the magic out. His fur stands on end. In, out. There’s a tingle on his palms, and Lysithea completely breaks his concentration with her yell, “That’s it!”

He pins his ears back, wincing at the sudden noise. “What?”

“You did it! The magic had no shape, so you didn’t make fire or anything, but you expelled magic from your body. That’s the basis for every spell. You did it!”

Veery looks at Lysithea’s proud grin, then down at his hands. “…I did?”

“What, do you think I don’t know what I’m talking about?”

“No, no! You do! I trust you! I just… I don’t know. It didn’t feel any different than the last hundred times I tried.”

Lysithea chuckles, shaking her head. “I’ve told you this before. It wasn’t that you were doing anything wrong, exactly. It’s just hard to get that first spell out. Like there’s a wall there that you have to chip through. But you did it! Now, I’m sure you can cast a spell if you try. Come on! You’ve been learning Faith theory, right? Let’s go stab Claude, I bet you can heal him.”

Veery squeaks. “What? Let’s not stab Claude!”

“With the needle!” Lysithea rolls her eyes. “I didn’t mean to actually… ugh, never mind. Hurry up, you’re casting a heal spell today, even if it takes until dinner!”

Lysithea leaves him no room to argue, dragging him by the arm towards the Golden Deer classroom, so he’s helpless but to follow her lead. All the way there, he wonders to himself, has he really done it?

If he’s honest, he thinks that learning magic is a fool’s errand, something he’ll never truly accomplish. The elders speak occasionally of ancient agell, notably the dragons, but also some birds, using magic. In theory, there isn’t that much functional difference between them all, but he can’t remember ever seeing an agell do magic himself. As far as he knows, the skill, if the agell ever possessed it, is lost among his kind.

Truthfully, he’s convinced he simply doesn’t have the capacity for it. Sure, the mages here say he has more than the average human in him, but he also knows that shifting requires magic. There’s every chance that shifting and casting as the humans do are mutually exclusive.

But he tries anyway, to appease Professor Byleth and Lysithea and Professor Manuela and even Dorothea, and for the sake of his own curiosity. (And there is a small, scared part of him that wonders if, by accessing this power, he will lose his power to shift – ultimately becoming more… human. The thought unsettles him deeply, and his skin crawls as he fights the urge to shift, just to prove to himself that he can, as Lysithea pulls him along.)

Claude is in the classroom, talking to Hilda. Lysithea grabs one of the clean needles from Professor Byleth’s desk (which are being kept there for Professor Byleth’s own Faith practice) and hardly takes the time to explain to Claude why she’s stabbing his finger with it before she does so.

Claude makes a great show of the pain, Lorenz scoffing and Hilda giggling nearby at his theatrics, but his eyes gleam curiously as he holds his injured hand out to Veery.

“Try it!” Lysithea insists.

Veery watches Claude warily. “Should I just…” He reaches up, unsure if it’s okay to just grab Claude like Lysithea does. He doesn’t really know how to heal. Sure, he’s got the Faith theory, mostly, and Lysithea says he can expel magic now, but how do those go together?

“Well, if you can’t, you can just kiss it better,” Claude says, grinning cheekily.

“I… don’t think that would help.” Veery frowns.

“Just try it,” Lysithea insists. “You’ll never get it if you don’t even try.”

Veery sighs and tentatively grabs Claude’s hand in both of his. Covering the injured finger specifically, Veery closes his eyes and focuses on the magic. That’s the basis of doing it in practice, Lysithea says, so he needs to do that.

It takes so much focus just to get that much done that he almost forgets about the Faith.

Oh, Faith. As if Veery believes in… anything. He doesn’t believe in himself most of the time, so he really doesn’t understand how these people can have any faith in him. Everyone is so confident that he can do this despite him being probably the objectively worst person suited to Faith.

But fine. When he thinks he has the magic going right, he wishes, hopes for Claude’s finger to heal.

And he opens his hands, releasing Claude’s, revealing the irritated red and the pinprick of the needle.

Veery sighs. He knows this is what will happen, but still he’s scared to look over at Lysithea’s face.

“Try again,” Lysithea says. “Remember what Professor Manuela taught you.”

“The willpower and bravery to have faith in people, not the belief in the fulfillment, or even sensibility, of that faith. That’s what you should use.” That’s what Professor Manuela says.

More concisely, Dorothea says, “I think sometimes, the point is that you do it anyway, despite your doubts.”

Veery sighs, takes Claude’s hand once more, and flexes his magic, pushing it out to bathe the wound. He can’t do this. He knows he can’t. It’s pointless to even try. But… damn it. He bites his lip and feels the frustration well up inside him. He almost wants to cry, or purr, and just go hide away somewhere. It’s ridiculous that he’s attempting this in the first place. An agell, a foreigner, a beast, who may or may not even be able to do magic in the first place, taking up the magic of Fódlan’s most faithful?

Only Professor Byleth can dream up something so absurd.

How many ways can this go wrong? How many ways can healing the prick of a needle on Claude’s finger get Veery killed? It can offend the faithful, for one. They’ll think him even more blasphemous than he already is and execute him on principle. He can mess up somehow, hurt Claude instead of healing him, and have the entire Leicester Alliance after his pelt. He can do it right and use up too much of his magic so that he loses the ability to shift – that’s as good as killing him. Or even, with confirmation that agell are indeed capable of wielding magic, everyone in this room can strike him down, and then hunt down every other agell because beasts on their own are bad enough, but beasts wielding magic?

Veery sighs. He can’t do this. There are so many reasons why he shouldn’t do this, even if he can.

Yet here he is, doing this. Why? Just… because he wants to understand. He won’t ever understand if he doesn’t push even a little. If he doesn’t push past the boundary separating him from the humans, push past his own fear, push past this stupid test of Faith, then he won’t ever understand humans like he wants to, so… so this is what he’s doing now.

A pointless, worthless endeavor, likely to get him killed, for nothing but his own self-satisfaction and an even more pointless dream of his people and the humans living in peace.

It hurts so much because he’s so powerless. So scared, so completely and utterly out of his depth, but here he is, doing it.

Is this really Faith? Veery honestly does not believe so.

And yet, when Veery drops his hands, convinced he’s failed again, Claude grins wide, smudges the little drop of blood away, and holds up his healed finger for all to see.

He… does it? Veery stares, dumbfounded even as the others congratulate him. All he can think in that moment is that if this magic really is the goddess’ power, then she must be laughing her ass off. Clearly, she has a sense of humor to allow him such a power.

“I thank you for agreeing to meet with me.”

Veery shifts awkwardly, tail lashing before he can think that he should probably try to control such open displays of irritation. “You make it sound like I had a choice,” he mutters.

Lady Rhea frowns, even that look on her face seeming unnervingly serene. “Did you believe that, because I am the archbishop, you had no option but to answer when I asked for your company?”

Shit. He’s already messing this up. Oh, well. “Yes,” he says honestly.

Lady Rhea closes her eyes and hums for a moment. “And if you had not felt obligated to come, would you have?”

Veery says nothing.

“I promise you, while we are here chatting over tea, you may treat me like a friend.” Rhea says. “I will not be offended if your answer is no.”

Veery sighs. He’s gripping the front of his seat, between his legs, and his tail is still moving jerkily, betraying his discomfort. “No. I wouldn’t have,” he says. Honesty is probably the best policy. Veery isn’t convinced he can pull off any lies more elaborate than what he pulled on Seteth about his Crest, anyway. And it isn’t as if Seteth won’t have told her about his dislike for her. She already knows, Veery is sure.

“I see,” Lady Rhea says. “That is a shame. Seteth is quite insistent that I make the effort to befriend you. He seems to think that you and I have much in common.”

Veery wrinkles his nose. “I… doubt that.”

Lady Rhea laughs gently. “I said the same, actually. But, despite his… caution, he is a very good judge of character. I trust him, so though I understand that you aren’t fond of me, I would ask that you allow us both the chance to get to know each other better.”

Of course, she knows. “You do understand why I don’t like you, right?” Veery asks, because he honestly has trouble believing that she’s sincere in the slightest.

“Of course.” She nods to him. “Since you have arrived, you have been exposed to the very worst of the church – both my own actions and of the faithful. You have every reason to be distrusting. I merely ask that you try to understand that those actions, at the very least, the ones made for the stability of Fódlan and of the church, were taken because there was no other option.”

“There’s always other options,” Veery says. “You all just don’t bother to look for them.”

Lady Rhea chuckles. “An answer I would expect from a visionary.”

Veery makes a face at that. “Visionary?”

“Of course. You are one who dreams of sweeping change, are you not? One who is working towards changing the way humans and agell both live. What are you if not a visionary?”

“A cat,” Veery answers simply, easily. He’s not… not a visionary. He’s not anything but a solitary cat who wants to see the world and understand what he’s looking at. One who wants the conflict to stop… so that he can live without fear for once in his life. That’s all.

Lady Rhea laughs, louder than before, as if he’s making a joke. Veery doesn’t understand what’s so funny. “Of course,” she says. “Well, I do understand your point. What I meant to say was that there was no better option for the good of the people. There were, obviously, many options available.”

Veery shakes his head and sighs. “Look, I don’t want to… you’re wrong – those were people you executed, too – but I’ve had Seteth trying to debate me about this for weeks now and frankly I’m not interested in talking about it with you. Seteth gave me all the arguments already; you’re not going to convince me that you’re right.”

Rhea hums. “Fair enough. Let us speak of other things, then. And please, enjoy your tea before it gets cold.”

Veery eyes the teacup in front of him. It’s prepared by servants, because of course the Archbishop isn’t preparing her own tea, and Veery honestly can’t remember if Lorenz says such a thing is gauche or not. Either way, he’s not eager to drink it. Call him paranoid, but he’s on edge just sitting here already. Not that he thinks she’s poisoning the tea or anything, but he just… doesn’t like it.

He sniffs the tea. It smells… fine. Bitter, maybe. Bitter is okay, Veery doesn’t have anything against it. He’s not very picky, though. He’s gnaws on enough frozen plant roots just to survive that taste isn’t high on his priorities.

He takes a cautious sip. It’s… fine. It’s kind of underwhelming, honestly. Mostly it just tastes like hot water. There’s hints of more there, some subtle lightness to it, but Veery isn’t versed in the art of tea, despite Lorenz’ best efforts.

At least he’s pretty sure Rhea can’t hide a poison in a tea with such little flavor. Not that Veery thinks she’ll poison him anyway, he’s just… been spending too much time with Claude.

“Professor Byleth tells me that you have begun training in Faith magic,” Rhea says. Veery frowns. “It is clear how proud she is of your progress. I hear you are already capable of basic healing.”

Veery shrugs. “Professor Byleth told me to. Not sure why.”

Rhea chuckles. “You know, I happen to be a skilled Faith mage myself. Perhaps our dear professor also sees those similarities between us that Seteth does.”

“…Doubt it.”

Lady Rhea sighs. “Why don’t you tell me about your training. Are you learning much about the faith?”

Veery rotates his teacup in his hands. He’s… probably being unfair right now. Well, no, this lady executes people at the drop of a hat so he won’t call being curt with her unfair but… he can stand to be a little more helpful in this conversation. If he keeps being so testy with her, it’ll just be a bad time for everyone.

“Not really,” he answers truthfully. “I’m still reading about the church in my free time, but it all seems kind of silly to me.”

“Silly?” Rhea blinks, looking for all the world honestly caught off-guard by his answer. “What about the faith is so silly?”

Veery shrugs. “I mean… what kind of religion is run by a proxy? If there’s no goddess here to tell us what she thinks, why should we believe that the church’s teachings are even what she’d believe?”

“The teachings of the church are based on the revelation given to Saint Seiros by the goddess herself.” Rhea frowns.

“Yeah, sure,” Veery says. “If you believe Seiros actually talked to the goddess. I mean, maybe she did, but there’s no goddess here now, so what’s her opinion matter?”

“The goddess is always watching over us,” Rhea says, though her tone is surprisingly strained. “Just because she no longer walks among us, does not mean that we should not give her proper respect.”

“…Sure,” Veery agrees. “Just… respect doesn’t mean unquestioning servitude to the lady who claims to speak for her.” He shakes his head. “Honestly, even if she were here, I’d be questioning you humans. Where I’m from, gods come and go. It’s not at all unusual for people to disagree with their gods. Gods are beings of immense power, so you have to respect them if only for that, but they’re still people. They can still be stupid. Their opinions aren’t the end-all be-all of what’s right or what ought to be done. I just… don’t understand the way you worship her. That’s all.”

Rhea takes a long breath. “Will you tell me about your gods? I don’t know much about them.”

Veery debates this for a moment, and then decides that she asks, so she can’t be that offended when he tells her what she wants to hear. Right? “Naga, for one, though there is a story of her saying that she’s not a goddess. She’s supposed to be very humble, but humans and agell both worshipped her at one point.”

“Naga?”

“Mhmm. Apparently, she was one of the last great gods before the mass extinction. She’s dead now, of course. All them except the first gods are. As I said, they come and go. The story goes that Naga died in the mass extinction, trying to fight it.”

“Mass extinction?”

“Yeah. Uh… I talked about this with someone else earlier. If all the stories are true, the mass extinction would’ve been before your goddess came to Fódlan. I’m piecing together agell tradition and your own scripture here, but I think your goddess returned life to this land sometime after the mass extinction wiped it out.”

Rhea blinks, then furrows her brow. “I see. What caused that mass extinction?”

“Another god.” Veery shrugs. “As I said, gods aren’t always good or right. This one was determined to destroy the entire world. The only reason the world outside Fódlan and the surrounding area survived is because it disappeared one day. The land wouldn’t recover on its own, though. It’s just a wasteland until another god intervened.”

“Hmm. You have very interesting stories.”

“I’ve been told.” Veery shrugs. “That’s just what I learned.”

Rhea shakes her head. “Well, that certainly explains your attitude towards the goddess. You said, all the gods except the first gods are dead?”

“Yeah. I guess, depending on your definition, the first gods are some of the only ‘true’ gods. Most of the others were dragon agell, ancient and powerful even beyond the other dragons. The line is blurry, but the stories do draw a line between the regular dragons and the divine ones.”

“Dragons?” Rhea’s eyes go wide. “Dragon agell?”

Veery nods. “There was a bunch of us before the extinction. Birds, wolves, dragons, rabbits. Dragons are easily the most powerful – powerful enough to be called gods after enough time – but they’re still agell.”

“And the first gods? Tell me about them.”

Veery bites his lip. “Order and Chaos,” he says simply. “That’s what we call them. They created the world, the land, the first life, the agell, then the humans… everything eventually traces back to them.”

“They sound quite important.”

“Mhmm. They’re the only really immortal gods, in that they don’t die even if you kill them. A lot of gods can linger, their power remaining in this world for generations and generations, even near-indefinitely, but only they stay forever.”

“In a way, you could say that they are your parents, then?” Rhea asks.

Veery snorts. “I mean… yeah, I guess.”

Rhea smiles widely. “Then you do understand our relationship to our goddess better than you think.”

“No.” Veery fights the urge to laugh. “No. Not at all.”

“Oh? The goddess is the mother of her people. As the first gods are to you. Is that not so?”

Veery chuckles, shaking his head. “That’s true, but it’s not the same. In one of our earliest stories, one of the first gods was being stupid, so a bunch of their children went and killed them.”

Rhea makes a strange, distressed noise when she hears that, very nearly spitting out her tea. “You… what?!”

“I told you,” Veery says. “The gods aren’t always right. Not even the first gods. We respect them, but they don’t control our lives. That story is actually all about how we can control our destinies even when beings so powerful as the gods themselves start trying to use us as they please.”

Rhea sips her tea, composure back, though her next words are quite frosty. “…I do believe you’re right about Seteth after all. I cannot imagine what we might have in common.”

Good. Veery honestly doesn’t want to be like Rhea. Still… “I wonder what he’s thinking in the first place,” Veery wonders. “With trying to get us to get along.”

Rhea sighs. “I… may have an idea about that.”

“Do you?”

Rhea takes a slow sip of her tea before answering. “Seteth and I are… family, in a sense. A long time ago, we lost the people we held dear. Through that tragedy, we both found comfort in each other’s friendship. I believe that, in the plight of your people, being hunted by an outside group, threatened with extinction, Seteth sees something of our home in you. The circumstances are… hauntingly similar, I admit.”

Veery ducks his head. “Oh,” he says. That is… not what he expects. He’s not sure what exactly he does expect, but… definitely nothing like this.

“To be honest, I saw the same. It is part of why I welcomed you so readily into Garreg Mach when we met. I had hoped that I could give shelter to someone like me. Unfortunately, it seems I have failed at that.”

“I like the academy,” Veery admits. “The students mostly, but I do like it here.” Mostly.

“It gladdens my heart to hear it,” Rhea says. “And you are, of course, more than welcome to stay. Though, I will ask you to keep those stories about your gods-”

“To myself, yeah. I know you hate even the idea of people thinking for themselves beyond the goddess’ divine dogma or whatever.” Veery sighs. How many times has he heard that sort of thing now? Too many. He knows already.

Though… perhaps the archbishop is not the one to get sassy with. Shit.

Rhea takes another deep breath. “The culture in Fódlan is very different from your own,” she says carefully. “If you stir up too much trouble, you could put yourself in danger. That is my concern.”

Says the woman who puts her academy students, and Veery, in danger every month for regular life-or-death missions. Usually, to clean up her messes. “Of course,” he says, testing his lying skills once more. “Trust me, I’m more than aware of how dangerous humans are.”

Surprisingly, Rhea’s eyes soften with his statement. “I understand you’ve suffered much at human hands.”

Veery shrugs. “Less than a lot of people. I’ve had a few close calls, but I’ve never gotten seriously injured from humans. They killed my parents for their fur, but that’s the fate of just about every agell, sooner or later, if it’s not the winter that takes them.”

“Your parents… how horrible. Do you hate them? The humans who killed your parents?”

Hate? “…No.”

“No?”

Veery shrugs. “Albinean winters are cold. Agell fur is warm. That’s all there is to it. Humans are hunters just like me. My parents were the prey that time, other times its rabbits or moose or seal. I don’t hate them for trying to survive.”

“…I see. You have a kind heart.”

“I don’t.” Veery shakes his head. “Just a fragile one.”

“Fragile?”

Veery sighs. “I’m a coward. I’m scared. Too scared to hate. It’s a complete lie to say that those hunters didn’t hate the agell as much as agell hate humans. Maybe more. I just… If I hate, then I can’t be here. I’d still be in the mountains in Albinea, living on my own. If I stay there, I’ll always be afraid of humans coming to hunt me for my fur. Nothing will ever change. I’m not kind or brave, I’m just scared and tired. I want this fighting between our people to stop so I can go back to my mountain and live alone in peace. That’s all.”

“…Scared, hm?” Rhea furrows her brow, looking deep in thought. “Perhaps…” She sighs. With a shake of her head, her attention turns right back to Veery. “May I ask… why do you live alone, anyway? You are so friendly with the students; it is hard to imagine you are not lonely all on your own.”

“I’m not,” Veery says honestly. “I like being alone. I’m friendly because I like learning about people, too. That’s all. I’m sure anyone can tell you that I need to be alone a lot, even now. I get, ah, what’d Professor Manuela say? Grumpy?”

Rhea smiles again. “Yes, I remember.” She lets the conversation lull to quiet for a moment, and then asks, “Is there anything you wish to ask me? I fear I’ve been controlling the conversation somewhat.”

Anything Veery wants to ask Rhea? A lot, but he’s not sure how to ask any of it without sounding confrontational. What’s safe? Veery bites his lip, thinking. “Why…” he asks. “Why was the Sword of the Creator in Saint Seiros’ casket?”

Rhea blinks, taken aback by the question. “I am afraid I do not know,” she says. “The casket was sealed long before my time as Archbishop, and the records only indicate that Saint Seiros’ remains should be in there. I imagine that the sword’s presence is a gift from the goddess. A sign sent to show her favor of your professor.”

Veery frowns, unconvinced. “Then what happened to Saint Seiros’ bones? Shouldn’t the church be concerned about that?”

Rhea smiles gently. “You need not worry yourself about the church’s affairs. Please, allow me to worry about Saint Seiros’ remains.”

That’s… not an answer. “…Okay,” Veery says. After thinking for a moment more, he asks, “Why would the goddess make weapons out of agell remains and grant them to humans to kill more agell?”

Rhea sputters. “Excuse me?”

“Does the goddess hate agell that much?” Veery asks, trying to wrap his head around this narrative. He probably shouldn’t tell Rhea he even knows this much, but if anyone is going to know, it’s her and she’s already been remarkably tolerant to his blasphemy, so she clearly has some level of trust that he’s not going to openly blaspheme in a way that’ll destabilize the church.

“I- I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about. What is this about the agell?” Rhea asks, still off-kilter.

Veery shrugs. “Well… they’re not exactly agell remains, but they’re close. Actually, I’ve been thinking recently that they’re made of dragon remains. I’m not sure where she would’ve found those, but if anything survived the extinction it’d have to be them. Or at the very least, she could’ve harvested the remains left behind from the extinction.”

“Dragon?” Rhea shakes her head, trying to regain her composure. “What, exactly, are we speaking about?”

“The Heroes’ Relics.” Veery frowns. Either Rhea doesn’t know about the Relics, or she really doesn’t know anything about agell to not guess that he’ll figure it out. “Those Crest Stones are identical to agell hearts in every way except size and the power contained in them. They even transform people into beasts. I didn’t think about it at first, but that black beast that the Lance of Ruin turned into could be a degenerated dragon. It was… vaguely reptilian.”

“…I see. So, you think the Relics are made from agell bone?”

“The dragons, specifically,” Veery says. “But why did the goddess make those weapons – did she? – and why give them to humans to fight the agell? That just seems…” Veery shakes his head.

“…To fight the agell?” Rhea asks carefully.

“Mhm.” Veery nods. “The ‘darkness from the north’ that your Book of Seiros talks about. Isn’t that the agell?”

Rhea sighs and bows her head. “…I suppose there was no hoping you would not figure that out.” She raises her head to look Veery in the eye. “What do you think about the Relics?”

Claude asks him something similar, a while ago, on the march back from Conand Tower. Veery frowns. “They’re… the people they’re made from were…” Veery shakes his head. “Those Relics are filled with so much pain and hate. I’ve only seen one up close, but… its heart was… grotesque. Corrupted to the point that… I just feel sorry for those people. Whatever their final moments were, I cannot imagine they were pleasant, to be filled with such a horrible grudge for so long.”

Rhea tilts her head, looking at him curiously. “You can… feel the hearts of the Relics?”

“Of course, I can. Agell can do that with each other. When I attacked the black beast in Conand Tower, when I touched it, I… my heart connected with it, in a way. I could feel its grudge. I…” He shivers. “I don’t ever want to touch a Relic again.”

“…Incredible. After so long, to think something of them remains…”

Veery sighs. “Just… just pain and loathing,” he says. “Nothing thinking, nothing intelligent. If there was ever a person in the heart at all, something growing and living, it’s definitely gone. All that’s left is… I don’t have any better word for it in your language but a grudge. That happens with our hearts, too. Lingering feelings remain. People say that our souls are in our hearts, because even after we die other agell can hold our hearts and resonate with those feelings.”

“I see,” Rhea breathes, a little weakly. “I did not imagine you would feel such a thing from the Relics.”

“Only one,” Veery says, shrugging. “It’s not surprising, if I’m right about what they are.”

“Even so…” Rhea furrows her brow contemplatively. “I… hope you do not mind me changing the subject again, but… I am curious what you think of your professor.”

Veery groans. “Which professor? Or did even you forget that I’m not actually a student?”

Rhea chuckles gently. “Professor Byleth. And I have not forgotten, but I have heard that you are as good as a Deer among the students and from Professor Byleth herself.”

He shakes his head. “Professor Byleth is… I like her. She’s nice, although…”

“Although?” Rhea prompts.

“She’s… kind of weird, isn’t she? Even among humans. Not in a bad way. Actually, I think she’s easier to be around than most humans, if only because she doesn’t think it’s necessary to talk all the time. The gods only know what she’s thinking, though. I still have no idea why she’s making me study Faith, especially since I’m not even her student.”

Rhea giggles. “It seems our dear professor has adopted you. Even if you are not officially a Deer, you are very much her student.”

“Yeah, she said the same.” Veery frowns. “I don’t understand why, though.”

“Perhaps that is simply her way,” Rhea smiles enigmatically. “She is very attached to her students, and you have been training and working with the Deer on missions more months than not now since the start of the year. It should not be so surprising that she considers you one of her own.”

“I guess.” Veery shrugs. “Humans are still weird.” Rhea laughs. He sighs. “So… you didn’t answer me before. Why make the Relics at all? Why put Crests in humans? I don’t… I understand that the humans and agell were at war, but according to our stories, we’ve been warring since we were born, basically. I don’t understand the goddess’ motivation for doing such things to the humans and agell both.”

Rhea stills. “Her reasons for the Crests and Relics… Her children were being threatened. Does she need a greater reason?”

“For putting her enemy’s power into the blood of her children?” Veery frowns. “It seems… off, to me. Something doesn’t quite make sense. I can’t pinpoint it, but…”

“Perhaps there is more to the story that has been lost to history,” Rhea says carefully.

“There always is,” Veery protests. “But I mean… the Lance of Ruin, at least, it was… there’s something wrong with it. I haven’t seen many agell hearts, but even if they were killed, if that power was taken unwillingly, that doesn’t explain that horrible, vicious destruction inside it. I can’t imagine that a goddess that looks at a wasteland and uses her power to give life back to it would condone, much less make and enable the use of, such terrible things.” He sighs. “Ultimately, they’re still just tools, but… does she really hate agell so much that she’d do something like that?”

Rhea frowns at her teacup, countenance almost… wistful. Pained, in that nostalgic, tragic way. Eventually, she says, “It pains me to hear you doubt the goddess’ love for you.”

“If she does love me,” Veery says, “then she’s the only one. Especially among her faithful.”

This, it seems, Rhea has no comeback for.

“To be honest…” Veery says, “everything I know about the goddess makes me believe she hates me. Just like all you humans do, she hates me simply for being agell. Not just me, either; everyone not from Fódlan. I’m… not sure we can ever really live in peace so long as you all follow a goddess who teaches you to hate us. Faith is just too important to you humans, you don’t ever doubt what you think the goddess is telling you, so… nothing we say or do can convince you that we aren’t worthy of contempt and death.”

“Veery…”

“Am I wrong?” He looks Rhea in the eye as he asks, because even though this can get him killed, he needs to know. “Your church teaches your followers to hate outsiders. In a culture with such blind faith, how can anything change your minds? It doesn’t actually matter what your goddess believes, because that’s still what you’re teaching people she believes, isn’t it?” He shakes his head. “Your church is what people follow, not a goddess. So, it doesn’t matter if the goddess loves me or not, because the church hates me. So long as your church keeps going the way it is… my dream of peace is impossible.”

Rhea ducks her head. “The goddess does not hate you or your kind,” she murmurs. “She loves all of her children.”

“That war, those Relics, are in large part what put the agell on the brink of extinction,” Veery says. “Your church says that’s the goddess’ influence. Your Book of Seiros calls us evil.”

“The War of Heroes was not the goddess’-” Rhea cuts herself off quickly and takes a stabilizing breath. Her eyes meet his steadily, pleading with him. “The goddess has seen fit to bless you with her Faith. This alone is proof of her favor. Please, trust in her and you will see that she loves you as she does all her children.”

Veery refuses to drop his gaze from Rhea’s, frowns, and does not trust her words in the slightest.

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After reading that, I think it's safe to say that Miraculous Ladybug is more of a horror/psychological thriller than romance/comedy. And now I want an AU where Marinette takes the earrings off and realizes that they're messing with head

Marinette felt strange, and after getting used to the feeling of being on the Startrain, she knew it wasn't the cause. She felt lighter - less restricted - somehow, and while a part of her had expected that due to handing off the ladybug miraculous, it wasn't in the way she'd expected.

Once she was done sending Alya all the Ladybug tips, Marinette had figured they'd start talking about Adrien or what their next scheme would be once she got back, but she ended up finding the idea tiring. It was odd in the way that finding something in her room just slightly out of place would be (at least before the kwami began living there).

Everything she'd thought she might feel - anxiety over what could go wrong while she was gone, concern over how the kwami were doing in her absence, and longing for who she'd pictured as the love of her life - wasn't there. It felt completely unlike her, just as it felt unlike Alya to not reply to her messages considering how much she liked to be on her phone.

Abandoning the idea of texting Alya for now, she closed their conversation and idly started browsing her phone. Even still, the weird feeling didn't cease and her hero senses were going off.

Something was wrong, or... maybe right? It wasn't as if she was feeling anything bad, but she felt entirely different than when she was in Paris. It was hard to get a gauge on exactly how she should take it.

Marinette glanced at her parents, catching herself frowning before they could glance back. She looked at her phone, acting like nothing was wrong and idly scrolling through her various apps so as to look busy. In the process, she stumbled upon her gallery, finding her mass of Adrien images inside. It took up a majority of her pictures, and she found herself blushing in embarrassment rather than fondness.

Did she really have this many normally? How much time had she taken getting them?

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, thrown off by just how different she felt. The reaction to seeing Adrien that she'd normally have where she'd lose all focus had virtually disappeared, and the only reason she'd missed it at all was because it gave her an absurd amount of mental clarity concerning how she'd be acting otherwise.

Clarity...

The word brought a particular face to her mind: pink lips, blue eyes, and black hair highlighted blue at the tips. Marinette ran her fingers through her own hair, ruffling it as she tried to piece out how she was feeling. All she knew was that - whatever it was - it was significant and she didn't have Tikki to vent to.

Though perhaps she wouldn’t had much to provide anyway.

A mix of trepidation and curiosity filling her. Switching away from her gallery, she went back to her conversations and pulled up her texts with Luka. Despite her confusion over whatever was happening to her at the moment, she managed a smile at Luka's contact image staring fondly at her.

After a moment of consideration, she typed out:

Hey. Sorry if you're busy. Thought we could talk?

That done, she navigated back to her gallery to look at all her Adrien pictures. She shifted in her seat again, as if it would change things or help her mind adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. It wasn't like looking at Adrien didn't make her feel anything at all, but that feeling could only be described as "normal," like the way she saw him before he'd given her that umbrella.

Before she officially became a ladybug holder who agreed to protect the people of Paris...

Her lips twitched in hesitant thought, her thumb brushing against her screen as she skimmed through the assortment of Adrien pictures. Her brain registered a feeling - or rather, lack thereof - and the foreign emotions encouraged her to act.

She tapped the garbage can icon experimentally, a notification popping up accordingly and asking her if she'd like to delete the picture. She brought the phone closer to her chest, like she felt she was doing something wrong, yet there was only a second of pause before she confirmed the decision.

She watched as Adrien disappeared, a message indicating that the picture had been trashed.

Marinette blinked at the message until it had timed out, bringing her back to the gallery. She was frozen in place, her fingers twitching against the side of the phone as she processed what she'd just done.

Then, she did it again. She tapped on another picture of Adrien, a weird mix of eagerness and interest urging her thumb along as she pressed the garbage can icon again, confirming the decision just as quickly.

Just before the image disappeared, a stray thought said aloud in her mind: black hair and blue eyes would've worked better for an outfit like that.

This time, her body finally moved, a shudder going up her spine as she took in a breath. Her eyes darted over to her parents, knowing how strange this must look to them, but they weren't watching her anyway, meaning the moment was kept firmly in her own personal bubble. It was so odd; normally, someone would've seen her acting off, or laughed and made muttering comments about it.

But nothing was happening, and she didn't know whether to question it or not.

Marinette glanced back at her phone, almost challenging herself as she started to run through the assorted Adrien pictures. She could've thrown them in the metaphorical bin all at once, but instead, she went one-by-one. She waited for something to break, either a sense of regret to settle in over the deletion or for her heart to start fawning over the face on screen, but neither happened.

She was in control, and it felt good. Really, really good.

Part of her felt like she was being ridiculous. The idea of getting some kind of emotional high out of deleting a few pictures sounded stupid, and yet she felt powerful. It was like a veil had been lifted and suddenly she had choices.

If her parents saw her visibly vibrating in her seat, she didn't hear them make mention of it.

The only thing that made her snap out of her rapid thumb movements was a text notification at the top of her screen, and only due to the flash of black, blue, and white. Her lips curved into a smile, originally being pressed together in focus, and she clicked to open her text messages with Luka.

Hey, Marinette. I'm not busy at all. What's up?

She felt warm, knowing that the guy who always made her feel comfortable and happy was on the other line. it was such a shame that they hadn't been able to work it out because of Adrien.

Marinette paused just as she went to reply, those thoughts catching up to her as she remembered that day with Luka underneath the bridge. She'd been so sure that she'd had to break up with him because of Adrien, but as she purposefully tried to recall the memory, something registered like a mental fog clearing in her mind.

Hadn't it actually been her responsibilities as Ladybug that had done it? In fact, that added up alongside all of the other memories of his akumatization; she hadn't been ditching him during their dates out of discomfort or her crush on Adrien, but because of akuma and sentimonsters.

How could she have forgotten? Or rather, how could she have remembered otherwise?

Marinette just barely managed to snap herself out of her trance, her phone having dimmed from inactivity and the sight of her furrowed brows and worried frown staring back at her from the blackened screen. She blinked rapidly, then shook her head to clear herself of the unnerving thoughts.

Lighting her phone back up, she hurriedly typed back as she realized she'd left Luka on read, trying to ignore the way her thumbs shook.

Nothing much.

She hesitated, already seeing him typing back. Guilt burrowed around in her stomach, knowing very well that it was not "nothing" but being unable to properly convey what was going on to him when she didn't even understand it herself.

She typed again, his own typing ceasing to let her add to her comment.

Actually, I've been thinking a bit lately. I'm going to be in London for a while and I'm on the train ride there right now. It's given me some time to myself and it's... weird.

I'm sorry, I know that doesn't make sense.

Even though he hadn't replied, she knew he was taking her seriously as he was typing back.

It makes sense. Background music doesn't work for everyone.

Marinette realized that her shoulders had been tense when they relaxed at his message. She pressed her lips together, feeling vaguely like she didn't deserve him and pushing down the thoughts just as quickly. He'd never approve of that kind of talk.

My head's just been a bit of a mess. Or... not a mess? Things were really foggy but I didn't realize that they were? It's like I'm thinking clearer but I don't know if I like everything that came with that.

What was the phrase? Ignorance is bliss? She had no idea where these changes were coming from, but something had indeed changed and she didn't know the significance of it. She was indeed happy that she felt so in control now over her thoughts on Adrien, but why now? What caused it, and what about her memories?

Would it go away?

Marinette shuddered at the idea, but tried to focus on her conversation with Luka. Having a crisis wasn't going to do her any good, and he was there with her, even if only through text.

I can't know what you're going through, but I think I get it.

You do?

Yeah. Do you remember my birthday, when everyone heard about my dad being Jagged Stone?

He already continued typing, so she just nodded even if he couldn't see it. She'd only been with Juleka when the reveal had happened, but she imagined it'd been just as much of a shock for her as it'd been for them. She couldn't even imagine when Luka could've learned about it.

Wait--no, she'd already known, actually, hadn't she? He'd been akumatized and had gone after Jagged, and she'd been there when he forced Jagged to tell him the truth about being his father.

Marinette winced at the filling of a gap in her memory that she hadn't realized had been there. Once again, she'd remembered something that she couldn't fathom having forgotten or misremembered, even with how spotty her memory could be under normal circumstances.

She turned towards the back of her seat and the window, trying to isolate herself so it felt like just her, her phone, and Luka. She desperately needed his texts as a distraction.

I'd wanted to know who my dad was for so long, but learning that it was my favorite musician all this time was a lot. I had to redo all the notes I’ve ever written about him, and I wasn't sure how I felt about it for a while.

He kept typing after that, and she merely stroked the side of the phone with her thumb as some form of support, even knowing that he couldn't know about it.

But I'm glad I knew in the end. He's doing his best to make up for all the lost time, and I don't have to go on never knowing what that song would've sounded like.

Their situations weren't exactly the same, but it was enough to reach her deep down. Whatever her situation was, if it really did mean something, she'd rather know it was there than go on never knowing. She hated the idea of being left in the dark, just as she hated being lied to.

As she took a calming breath, she found it in herself to type back.

I'm glad you know too. You deserve people who make you happy, Luka.

Thank you, Marinette. You do too, and I hope that whatever you're going through goes at least as well as it did for me.

Thanks.

She bit her lower lip at her reply, which felt clipped in tone even though she hadn't meant it that way. She just had too much on her mind and it was hard to think about what emotion was coming across when she was typing to him.

She tapped away at the on-screen keyboard, hopefully before he could think anything in particular about it.

Sorry.

Though she wanted to explain further, she wavered, her legs bending as she curled further in on herself. The conversation had already been so deep and she didn't want to make it worse.

But just as she debated on dismissing her feelings and insisting that he not worry about her, the memories that had been cleared up from before came back to her, reminding her of a warm hug on top of a bridge.

"When you're ready, I'll be here, Marinette."

She inhaled shakily, but steadied herself immediately afterwards, letting the warmth of the words calm her. Luka was there for her and she trusted him.

She was ready.

...I'm scared, Luka. I thought I had my clarity, but I don't. Something's wrong.

Then, almost on cue, the train screeched to a halt, jostling her out of her seat as the lights went off. The simultaneous sound of phones ringing followed soon after.

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Marinette held her breath, crouched down in the restroom while she listened closely for the sound of her parents' footsteps. Her throat let out a whine, but she managed to keep it silent enough to where she was sure that no one on the other side of the door would hear it. She'd have to leave eventually or risk being cornered, courtesy of the power being off and the restroom's lock being electronic, but she felt safe enough to pull out her phone.

She also set it on vibrate just in case.

There was a reasonable concern at first that Luka's texts would indicate that he'd fallen victim to the akuma, but what she found when she checked their conversation reassured her.

Marinette!

Is everything okay?

Did the akuma's power reach you? Did they call you too?

Marinette?

The panic in simple letters on a screen made her feel noticed and loved. Keeping enough of her focus on potential footsteps approaching outside the door, she typed out a reply:

Sorry. I had to run from my parents.

I'm okay. What about you?

You're alright. I'm so glad.

I'm okay too. I hid somewhere and I doubt anyone can find me.

That's good. Be careful.

You too.

She took another breath, certain she'd be captured soon if the akuma wasn't taken care of. The train was limited and there weren't many places to go, so unless she could find a blunt object to smash her parents' phones, she was at a loss.

Regardless, Luka was there, her phone vibrating as he added onto his previous text:

I know this isn't the time, and I hate that the akuma cut into the song we were writing, but I'm here for you, Marinette. Whatever's going on, I'll help you figure it out as long as you want me with you.

Her heart fluttered pleasantly, a pink blush even tinting her cheeks. She welcomed it, unlike the fear that'd come with the changed memories. Feeling the way she did for Luka was too natural to be afraid in any way.

Thank you, so much. You're the only one I could trust with something like this.

She meant it. She'd trusted Alya with her identity in a moment of weakness, and even passed the ladybug earrings to her, yet that somehow paled in comparison to the emotions she was choosing to share. Luka would take her seriously, she was sure, even if she came up with the craziest theory in the world for why her feelings and memories were the way they were. He wouldn't doubt her, or laugh, or dismiss her as "Marinette being Marinette."

And as she sat there, completely without a miraculous or any way to get back to Paris without help, she reached up with her free hand and tugged at her earlobe, processing what she could with the information she had as one such theory started to form in her head. The fear from before never quite went away, but the idea of figuring things out with Luka brought her a sense of comfort.

Though perhaps, when she got back to Paris, she would take back her miraculous with a sense of hesitance that she hadn't had before, and there would be some testing that followed after the fact, because there were two things she refused to give up from her experience on the train.

Her sense of freedom and choice, and the feelings for Luka that she can't believe she ever questioned.

Or, if her working theory was correct, that her miraculous had her question.

#MC's Writing #writing: story #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette #category: salt #episode: Hack San #other: ask and answer #((tbh depending on how much Marinette explains it to him))#((poor boi's gonna have one hell of a revelation in ''Wishmaker''))#((suddenly the Adrien crush influence she explained is gonna make sense))#((and he feels bad for ever supporting it even if he had no way of knowing.))

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haikyuu-sins · 3 years

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Hiiii sweetie I love your Law writings so much! Oh this sounds like your others are bad, no I didn't mean to say that! I'm sure your others are good too, I just didn't read them yet because I'm Law obsessed lately. Anyways, could I request something? It's actually my first time to request something so I hope I did it right??? I'm sorry if I didn't. Coming back to the request, could you do something like Law x reader (preferably female but gn would be okay too though so everyone can relate!) being kinda close to each other and always teasing each other (she is a Strawhat member) and he is deeply in love with her but his heart breaks seeing her hugging a guy of her crew? Like he knows she's a cutiepie and loves hugging her friends but he just gets so jealous seeing her with Zoro or whoever and his mood changes and he distances himself from her, leaving her all confused because he thinks it's impossible for her to like him when it's so much more likely and also practical to date someone of her crew. But then she asks him about him being so weird and cold lately and he kind of let's everything out and confesses? I'm so sorry if this is too long or complicated, ignore it if that's the case! Sending lots of love to you from Germany! <3

Oh my freaking goodness you’re so sweet! I’m glad you enjoy all of my Law writings as much as I love writing for him! Don’t even worry, you don’t have to read my other’s if you don’t want to, if it’s just Law you wanna read the go right ahead! :) GERMANY?! I have people reading my works in GERMANY?! It always baffles me when I get asks that say they’re from another country because I forget that not everyone is going to live near me. Thank you for all the love all the way from Germany! ❤️

Warnings: None, other than some swearing here and there, not proofread in the slightest.

****Law x Strawhat!Reader

He hated it. There was nothing more that Law hated right now was seeing you draped over Zoro’s back while you watched something over his shoulder. He was stupid to think that you wouldn’t have a close relationship with them, of course you would. Law could only grit his teeth and endure it. It wasn’t like the two of you were in a relationship, he couldn’t tell you to stop.

Law actually could think of something he hated more. It was the fact that Zoro didn’t seem to mind, not in the slightest. It was like this was a daily occurrence for him and it was something he was used to. Part of him wanted to see the marimo push you off and act annoyed. But something told him that even then, you wouldn’t care and would simply do it again.

“Hey Law! Come look at what Usopp made-!” you slid off of Zoro’s back and turned around with a smile, hoping to see the other swordsman you had seen just a moment ago. Your sweet smile turned into a frown, then a pout when you realized he wasn’t there anymore. ‘Where did he go?’ You thought to yourself as you looked around the deck.

You knew that the other captain was a bit more reclusive than you’d like since you enjoyed being around him and it never seemed like he wanted to be around the rest of the crew-probably because most of the crew was so boisturious and loud and Law was, well...the opposite of boisturious and loud.

It didn’t take you long to find him. “You left us!” you say to him, playfully feigning like you were upset as you crossed your arms. “How rude!”

“And for a reason.” he simply responded back, not even looking at you while he did.

“Sorry, were we being too loud?” you chuckled and smiled. “You’re gonna have to get used to that on this ship while you’re here with us.”

Am I going to have to get used to seeing you all over your crew as well? Law kept his thoughts to himself while he opted not to give you another response.

“Um...I’ll just…” you pointed back to Zoro and the others, leaving him to be by himself since that’s what you thought he wanted. It was the opposite. He wanted to be around you, but he just couldn’t stand seeing you so close to them as well. As much as he wished that was him, he’d never say it aloud.

It was something that you had been noticing the past few days. The two of you got along great when you were on Punk Hazard together, so what was different now? You felt more comfortable since you were on your own ship and maybe that was it. There weren't any battles happening and everyone was quite lax...so shouldn’t it be the opposite? Shouldn’t he be more relaxed now that he knew he was safe? Or was that even it? You weren’t sure.

It took you a few days to finally approach him about it. You noticed that every time you he was around you and then when you went over to your crew mates, he’d be gone before you even turned back around.

The crew was inside eating and Law had finished first, opting to go outside in the quiet after he was done. You soon followed after you were done and left the loud dining room to find him. It wasn’t difficult since there was only a limited area outside on the deck.

“Don’t like how loud it is in there?” you chuckled as you walked up to the railing next to him. “I’m not sure how long you’ll stay with us, but you get used to it, you actually tend to enjoy it after a while and when it’s quiet, you feel a little weird.”

“I don’t think I’ll be getting used to Mugiwara-ya anytime soon and I don’t know how you deal with…” Luffy’s loud shriek was heard in the distance and Law’s face scrunched up, “that.”

You only laugh at the other captain, “I take it your crew isn’t like this then?”

He rolled his eyes and almost cringed at the thought. “No. They are. I just choose to ignore it most of the time.”

“And does that work?”

He answered almost immediately, “Never.”

You laughed again and Law felt like his breath almost caught in his throat. It was something he would be able to listen to over and over again and never get sick of-unlike your captain.

“I wanted to ask you something too…” your fingers tapped the railing and traced the design of the wood. “Are you okay? Or did I do something wrong? I thought we were getting along really well and lately it feels like you’ve been more distant for some reason. I just...I like talking to you and I thought you did too. We’ll be in the middle of a conversation and I’ll turn to talk to someone and then when I turn back to talk to you again, you’re gone. But maybe I just misinterpreted it and you didn’t want to talk to me in the first place.” you let out an almost pitiful sounding laugh, along with a sad smile.

Fuck...That wasn’t the reason in the slightest and he hated that he made you think that it was your fault he was just a little jealous of your crew mates that you live with.

“No.. that’s not it…” he sighed to himself, feeling guilty that he had made you feel that way. He was fighting with himself internally. Do I say something to them or not? He knew that there wouldn’t be much of a relationship since the two of you were on separate crews. Pair that with the fact that he doesn’t even know if he’ll survive this attack on Doflamingo.

Law wouldn’t want to get your hopes up about anything if you felt the same way about him. At the same time, this could possibly be one of his only chances to tell you how he felt. All he could think about was embarrassing himself. From the first time he saw you on Sabaody, he knew that there was something about you because of the way you never left his mind since then.

It was a stroke of luck that you managed to see him again on Punk Hazard. Since you were relatively new to the crew at that time, you still hadn’t bonded with anyone in particular so he never saw you acting like you do now with them.

You raised your brow in an attempt to get him to continue with what he was trying to say. “Then what is it?” you ask him slowly. “If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine I guess. As long as I’m not doing anything to make you mad or hate me.”

“I’m not mad at you. I don’t hate you either.” he paused for a moment, gritting his teeth together. Law couldn’t believe that he was even doing this to himself. “Quite the opposite actually…”

Your brow raised again in slight confusion. “Oh?” you hesitated, the thought registering in your head about what he meant. You knew he wasn’t exactly the person who would let his feelings gush out. A small smile slipped out and you tried your best not to smirk.. “Ooh~ I see.” you drug your words out slowly.

As Law went to open his mouth, whether to object to what you were saying-even though he wasn’t-or let you know that you were right, he didn’t get to say anything before your Captain burst onto the deck.

“Y/N-chaaan!!! Come play with us!!” and you couldn’t even object or tell Luffy that you would be there in a minute when a long arm stretched out to grab you. It wrapped around your waist and you before it was able to yank you away from Law, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and planted your lips firmly on his.

“I’m glad you don’t hate me~” you grin as you pull away, not because you want to but because you’re being forced away by Luffy.

Law could feel his cheeks heat up from the sudden kiss and all he wanted to do was grab his hat and pull it over his face. But then he would’ve missed seeing your smile as you notice just how flustered you made him. He wouldn’t mind being a little embarrassed if he gets to see your smile every time.

#one piece #trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #trafalgar-law-x-reader #law-x-reader #trafalgar law scenario #trafalgar law fic #law op #trafalgar law op #trafalgar law imagine #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #op

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kingdaddydaichi · 3 years

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can i request consensual hate sex between bakugou and f!reader

Oooooh yassssss! This idea got better and better the more I thought about it, Nonny. Love it! I hope you enjoy this naughty little slice of grudge fuck pie. 💖

Riding The Fine Line 💥 Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader 💥 NSFW

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT or I'll have my Big Scary BoomBoom Man blow your little ass up!

Word Count: 2k

"Oi! Who picked this shitty restaurant anyway?", Bakugou sneered as he walked towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and mumbled, "Oh look, Gorilla Man is here".

"Watch it, shitty girl. M'not in the mood for your shit tonight".

You'd made plans earlier in the week to meet Kiri and Mina for dinner. You knew Bakugou had been invited too, but after having suffered through it so many times over the past year or so of having some friends in common, you somehow managed to tolerate his presence. It helped that the drink you'd been sipping on made him somewhat less intolerable than usual.

It was like nails down a chalkboard every time Bakugou reared his big dumb head. His only redeeming quality was that he was quite easy on the eyes. Shame that such a hot guy is also such a huge asshole.

He's always given everyone a hard time, but unlike most people, you just wave a dismissive hand at him. And it makes him crazy. He doesn’t understand why he doesn’t get under your skin like he so easily does others. Oh, he annoys the piss out of you to be sure, but he doesn't hurt your feelings per se.

"Y'know, for such a massive ego yours sure is delicate, you meat head".

"Oh yeah? Well, for such a massive ass yours s-"

"God, Bakugou, do you ever just shut up?", you snipped.

Kiri and Mina both jumped in, laughing nervously and smoothing things over to lower the tension. He growled at you. You flipped him a subtle bird before looking away and trying to ignore him.

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Kiri's birthday was approaching and several of his friends decided to throw him a surprise birthday party. You, Denki, Mina, and ugh, as luck would have it, Bakugou, were are all put in charge of decorating his house while some other friends took him out for dinner. Midway through, Mina whined while sorting through various sacks, "Oh no! We forgot the disposable rainbow shot glasses!" Mina had a way of putting a cute touch on everything she had her hands in. Denki offered to go with Mina to procure the missing miniature party cups, leaving you and Bakugou alone to hang streamers in Kiri's living room. Probably not the wisest of decisions, but consider the source. 👀

It didn't take long after they were gone for Bakugou to start in on you with his bullshit. Only this time no one was around to referee. You groaned. This was going to be a free for all. You'd already both cut eyes at each other a couple of times.

"You're not doing it right, dumbass!"

"That's a matter of opinion and you can shove yours up your ass, dumbass".

He flipped you off saying, "You can shove this up your ass!", then turned back to his task.

You were so done. Without thinking, you reared back and hurled the roll of streamers as hard as you could, nailing him right in the back of the head. Damn, it felt good.

He whipped around, a vein popping out of his forehead, clenching his teeth. You were quite proud of your aim until he made little explosions in his free hand and said, "You're really pushing your luck with me, woman! If we weren't in Kiri's house right now I'd blast you right through that fucking wall!"

"Pfft, whatever! You wouldn't do shit. You're all bark and no bite, you fucking douche canoe!"

"You ever stop to think that maybe if you weren't such a bitch guys might actually want to talk to you?"

That did it. He'd finally found one of your hot buttons and you couldn't take his shit anymore. You marched right up to him and got right up in his face, height difference be damned.

"You know what, fuck you, Bakugou! I'm not normally like this! You're the only person who…drives me to this madness!", you spat with tears in your eyes.

A second later, his hands were on either side of your face, crashing his lips down onto yours. You were so shocked you froze before pulling away from him, staring at him in astonishment. He just stood there, huffing, glaring back at you, waiting.

You stepped forward and pushed him, his back hitting the wall, hard. But before he could protest, your lips were on his again. He grabbed you by your arms and spun you around, pinning you against the wall. You slipped your tongue past your open mouth, his meeting yours halfway as he pushed his knee between your legs. He pressed his thigh against your sex, shoving his growing cock against your thigh in the process.

Taking the bottom of his shirt into two fistfuls, you eagerly pushed it up to his chest, exposing his washboard abs and god-like pecs. He quickly pulled it over his head and threw it to the floor while your shaky hands got busy with his belt and zipper, urgently, like you couldn't get to him soon enough. But his will took over when he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head so he could peel your shirt off. He dipped down to take a mouthful of your tit, cupping what he couldn't fit in his rough hand, swirling his tongue around your nipple, sucking, then releasing you from the inside of his mouth to flick the tip of his tongue over your pink nub. You grabbed two handfuls of his ash blond locks and arched your back off the wall as he gave your other breast the same treatment.

You impatiently tugged on his hair, hungry for the taste of his sweet lips again. Your tongues once again fought for dominance and you gasped when he picked you up in one swift movement. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to Kiri's bedroom, swinging the door shut behind him before slamming your back against it.

"Put me down", you said forcefully.

He stopped sucking on your neck long enough to rasp, "And why the fuck should I?"

"Because I want to get into your fucking pants, asshole".

For once you two agreed on something and with your feet back on the floor, you got back to work on his pants before reaching in and wrapping your hand around his hot dick. Shit, you could barely get your fingers all the way around it, it was so thick. You stroked him a couple of times before pulling him out, exposing his manhood in all of its mouth-watering glory.

He ran his hand down his sculpted stomach, spreading his fingers to either side of his girth. "Like what you see?" You realized you were staring at his dick and the pre that dripped from it.

"Wouldn't you like to know?", you sassed.

He growled and spun you around, pushing your front against the wall and swiftly closing in behind you. Wisps of your (color) hair fluttered around his hot breath as he breathed down your neck. "You keep on tryin' to hide it, but you want me just as much as I want you, princess, and I'm gonna make an honest girl outta ya".

His battle-hardened hands found their way down your back, around your waist and all the way to your belly before he slid them down, his fingers reaching below your waistband. You willed him to push his hands further down, pressing your backside against his erection. He used one deft hand to unbutton your pants and work your zipper down, granting himself better access. When he mercifully slipped his middle finger between your folds, you couldn't choke back the moan that emerged from the back of your throat.

"Damn", he growled behind your ear, "for someone who can't stand me, your pussy sure is wet for me".

"Shut up", you gritted through your teeth.

The feeling of the rough pad of his finger teasing your swollen clit nearly sent you over the edge. But it was short-lived and you whined when he pulled his hand away to shove your pants down around your ankles, accompanied by your damp panties. Your hands slid down the wall as he yanked your ass back towards him. You hung your head and watched the head of his cock as Bakugou fucked your thighs, back and forth over your slit, coating his fat cock with your slick, readying himself.

When he began pushing into you, your legs shook from the sheer pressure as he slowly filled you up. When he bottomed out, he held himself still, at least considerate enough to give you time to adjust to his size. He waited until you started grinding against him before grabbing your hips, and slowly withdrawing.

"Now let's see if I can fuck all that hate for me out of you". Before you could retort, he slammed his cock back into you, your pitiful cry mixed with his loud groan echoing off the walls of Kiri's bedroom. He set his pace, steady and hard, the cold buckle of his open belt pressing into your skin with every crash of his hips.

"Yeah, who knows? Maybe if you'd get your dick wet every once in a while you wouldn't act like one", you quipped, voice faltering as he pounded into you.

He slowed his pace to bend over you, pushing your hair out of the way before biting down on the nape of your neck.

"Oww!! What the fuck?!"

He stood up straight again, laughing and said, "All bark and no bite, hah? You just hadn't pushed me far enough yet!" The sweet and salty mixture of his sweat and your need could be heard with every loud slap of his skin against yours.

"Fuck! Bakugou-", you whined in spite of yourself.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and gave it a firm tug. "When're ya gonna stop callin' me by m'last name and call me Katsuki instead?"

"When you stop acting like a raging asshole towards me", you managed as he fucked the breath out of you.

"Brave words for someone in such a compromising position. Now - say - my - fucking - name!". Each word came with its very own plunge of his cock into your mess of a cunt.

Your legs started to give out. "Katsuki!" You hadn't meant to obey him, but he'd kept his word and made you honest.

"That's better". You could hear the smirk in his voice after hearing his first name fall from your quivering lips.

You turned to face him when he pulled out, kissing him hard, his fingers going into your hair. You inched backwards onto the bed, Katsuki crawling in towards you with a primal look in his crimson eyes before nestling his thighs between yours and sheathing himself deep inside you again. Your head rolled back as you arched your back off the bed. Gods, the feeling of him filling you up was quickly becoming your new favorite sensation.

He nuzzled his face against your neck as he rutted into you, pulling your thigh up to his hip bone, raking his teeth against your skin. His breathing had become more labored and he started thrusting faster, your pleasure mounting with the increased friction of his pubic bone against your clit until rays of bliss shot out from every pore of your skin at the speed of light.

"K-ka-tsuki, I'm c-cumming hahh oh goddd!" The pulsating grip that you had on him finally sent him to his end as well, growling your name and cursing between clenched teeth, burying himself deep inside you as he unloaded rope after thick rope of his white hot cum into your snug, soft warmth.

"Seems Shitty Hair’s gonna get more than one surprise tonight", Katsuki said, catching his breath.

You laughed so hard that Katsuki hissed at the feeling of your walls squeezing his sensitive cock so soon after his orgasm.

"You still hate me?", he asked, brushing his lips against yours, supporting his weight with his elbows.

"Hmm...that depends", you said thoughtfully, tracing the cut of his back muscles with your fingertips.

"On what?"

"On whether or not you'd still fuck me if I don't hate you".

He smirked. "I'd still hit it even if you love me", he whispered, showing his softer side as he kissed you, smiling.

#grudge f*ck #katsuki bakugou #i want him to hate me this much #ugh #that man #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo #katsuki #bakugou #bakugo #katsuki smut #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo imagine #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x y/n #king explosion murder #lord explosion murder #dynamight

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v-hope · 4 years

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Tiger Lily

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slight angst, smut, established relationship, College!AU

Word Count: 11.3k

Summary: After finding out your boyfriend was the one to secretly leave flowers in your seat every week back in high school, you have many questions he’s willing to answer. And after finding out the reason the two of you had not gotten together back then was because of your ex best friend, the two of you decided that, first, you were never letting anyone else get in between you, and, second, you were making the most out of your time together from now on.

—Alternarively, the one in which you and your boyfriend finally get your place all to your own and he decides he’s not letting his nonexistent sexual experience stop him from having his way with you anymore.

Warnings: Virgin!JK (a.k.a. male virginity loss), fingering, cunnilingus, handjob (kinda), penetrative sex, protected sex, very slight (male) overstimulation, shy and confident guk keep switching places (when do they not), just very lovey dovey, very intimate.

A/N: Helloo, this is part 33 of my Social Media AU Tiger Flower, but you can still read it if you don’t follow the story. I’m actually shocked by how long this turned out to be but wbk I’m soft as hell for this couple 🥺 so please give it lots of love because I put a lot of effort in this ksñaks. I hope you guys enjoy! Oh, and also, I’m bolding the first and last sentence of the smut part, so if you don’t wanna read it just skip what’s in between the bolded words lol.

“I’ll get it” Yoongi announced when someone called on the door, leaving you and Jimin alone on the sofa as he rushed up to get it.

As soon as he opened it and Jeongguk stepped inside your shared place, bowing politely to your friends before his stare fell on you, you felt your heart race. Saying nothing, you gave him a closed mouth smile, having him do the same at the sight of yours. Although it hadn’t been longer than a week, it had been the longest you had gone without seeing each other ever since you became friends, and, even though you weren’t really showing it right then —as for some reason you were nervous as hell to see each other again—, it was unbelievable how happy you were at the mere sight of one another.

“We were just leaving” Yoongi informed, catching up on what was going on. After all, you had told both him and Jimin that your boyfriend would be coming over to talk things out.

“We were?” Jimin asked with furrowed eyebrows. “I just got home”.

“Let’s give them some privacy” he tilted his head towards the opened door so Jimin would tag along.

“I can go to my room for that”.

“Yah! We all know your nosy ass will eavesdrop everything that way” Yoongi called him out, and you didn’t miss the way Jeongguk had to lower his head not to show his amused smile, being already used to your roommates’ endless bickering antics by now. “Come on, let’s go see Jin hyung at his pub”.

Simple as that, Jimin left your side in a heartbeat to go to the door. “Well, I won’t say no to drinking” he admitted, stopping right in front of Jeongguk and pointing an accusing finger at him. “Take care of my baby”.

“My baby” Guk corrected him, mumbling his words low enough for you not to hear.

Although, unlike you, Jimin did hear —for that had been your boyfriend’s intention—, he said nothing, instead glaring at him the way he always did whenever that discussion over you took place at least twice a week, and walking out of the apartment for once and for all. Yoongi, on the other hand, gave the two of you a small thumbs up before following behind his friend.

And just like that, with the sound of the door closing, silence was quick to take over the room.

This was probably the first time ever since you met that neither of you knew what to say. Fuck, this was probably the first time in your life you didn’t know how to start a conversation. And it wasn’t like you could go over there and kiss him like you were dying to, could you? You had not completely made up yet. That’s what he was here for after all. To talk, not to make out. Although you weren’t really against that idea, and he most definitely was not either — the way his eyes fixed on your lips even all the way over from the door was enough to tell you so.

It had been a good couple of days since you had last seen each other after all.

“You, uh…” your voice came out quite unsteady as you stood up, fixing the plain t-shirt and cotton pyjama pants you were wearing. “Are you hungry?” you asked, walking towards the kitchen and having him quietly follow right behind as you entered it. “Wanna eat something? Drink something?”

He shook his head no when you turned around to look at him, resting your hands on the counter as you leaned against it. “Just wanna clear up your questions”.

You nodded, for that was what he was here for after all, to clear everything up so the two of you could go back to normal. So you could go back to being the happy couple you both loved so much.

“So what are they?” he pushed it when you stood there with no signs of wanting to speak any time soon.

“I just…” you shrugged, making yourself comfortable by sitting at the edge of the counter. “Why didn’t you tell me before that you were the one sending me flowers back then?”

He pouted in confusion as he came closer to you. “When?”

“When we were friends…”

“It would’ve been out of place back then, petal” he explained. “We were just friends and you were into someone else. It would’ve been awkward for us and I really didn’t wanna lose you as my friend” his voice couldn’t help but come out rather bitterly at that, remembering all the thoughts that had invaded his mind when he first saw his chance to let you know it had been him all along, all the thoughts that kept him back from telling you.

“And when we started dating?” you tilted your head. “You had so many chances to tell me, Guk…”

“When we started dating I just didn’t think it mattered anymore” he confessed, unconsciously resting his hands on your knees. “I had you, I really didn’t care about it anymore”.

“You could’ve still told me…”

“And how was I supposed to bring it up? It’s not something I can just say out of nowhere” he pointed out, having you nodding understandingly. “And what was I supposed to say anyway? Hey there, I’m your flower boy?”

A light laugh escaped his mouth when you playfully shoved him away at his words, mocking what you had once told him was the confession you had been expecting from your secret admirer. Holding your hands, he pulled you closer to the edge of the counter, and hence, closer to him. Taking advantage of that, you intertwined your fingers, enjoying the familiar warmth of his hands as you admired the way he softly swayed them together.

“This is so surreal” you sighed.

“In a good or a bad way?”

You shook your head, not being able to give him a proper answer. “I just… I always wanted it to be you so bad, and for a good while I was sure it was you, but it made sense that you were into Sooyeon instead”.

Jeongguk furrowed his eyebrows, the mere thought of ever feeling something for her making him want to gawk. “How could that have ever made sense?”

“She was more like you” you pointed out, rushing to make your point before he could snap at you for comparing the two of them. “Like, yes, she was popular and had lots of friends, but she was the most quiet out of all of us. Believe it or not, she was really shy back then, an—”

“And why would I have wanted more of the same?”

“Huh?” you were taken aback by his question.

“You’re saying she was like me, then I don’t understand why would I have wanted to be with her” he said as if it was obvious. “If I barely ever speak and so did she… I mean, how would that have even worked out?”

You shrugged, not being able to help the small smile that had started curving up your lips. “Is that why you fall for loud asses like me? So someone else will make up for your lack of talking?”

He chuckled at the teasing tone in your voice, allowing his hands to travel up to your thighs and tenderly drawing circles on them with his thumbs. “Not really” your eyebrows knitted together at his words. “There were a lot of loud girls who would not shut up to save their lives in our class and I didn’t really like them. If anything, they annoyed the hell out of me”.

“Why’d you even want to be with me then?” you wondered, being genuinely curious as to what about your loud, chatty antics, made you different to the rest of your loud classmates.

“You really don’t know why I’ve always liked you?”

You shook your head no. “Why is it?”

Taking in a deep breath, he took a step back so he could collect his thoughts before answering your question. “I don’t think you even remember when I just transferred to our high school in the second year, let alone my first day there. Mrs. Kang made me sit on the empty table next to yours and then proceeded to pass around a surprise test, and me being me, of course I forgot my pencil case at home that day,” he huffed, causing you to chuckle under your breath. “So I just sat there internally freaking out because I couldn’t bring myself to ask anyone for a pen, like I couldn’t move and my voice literally wouldn’t come out no matter how hard I tried” a breathy laugh abandoned his lips. “And I was accepting the idea of turning in a blank paper when suddenly a pen was placed on my table. So my eyes followed your hand back to your table and there you were with your eyes stuck to the test, solving the math problems like you had not just saved me from failing on my very first day as the new kid,” you laughed at his dramatism, however, you managed to remember about that moment. “And then as soon as the class ended you were surrounded by people and you were all talking nonstop and I didn’t know how to give you your pen back, so I tried to slide it into your table but you caught me and told me I could keep it, that it was a ‘welcome present’, and then you smiled at me and honestly that was it for me, Y/N”.

“It was?” you wondered in awe, eyes shining when he nodded.

“I didn’t like loud and popular people up until then, which is kinda weird considering Tae’s my best friend” a throaty laugh escaped your lips at his remark. “But although you were those things, you always got me. You just… understood, in a way. Like, you didn’t pressure me to talk or made me feel bad for not doing so, like the rest of the popular kids did. If anything, you would try to make me feel like I wasn’t all on my own whilst leaving me alone like I wanted” he tilted his head, wondering if what he just said had made any sense, knowing you understood his point when you smiled ever so sweetly. “Like when you added me to your group project one time and let me send my part instead of having to go hang out with you and your friends for an entire afternoon, or when you would invite me to your birthdays along with the rest of the class and then proceeded to tell me not to feel pressured to go if I didn’t feel like it. And even now, ever since the beginning you made me feel good about not really being into partying and barely ever talking”.

“You’ve been more talkative with me lately, though” you pointed out as you mindlessly played with the hair at the back of his head. “Although this is the most I’ve ever heard you talk”.

He chuckled, playfully pinching your thighs. “Don’t get used to it”.

“I won’t, I won’t” you chuckled, planting a chaste kiss to his chest. “Anyway, you said I get you but I didn’t let you do your part of the project on your own this year, though” you reminded him with a feigned pout that he couldn’t help but find the cutest. “And I force you to spend time with me pretty much everyday now. Will you forgive me?”

Jeongguk let out a throaty laugh, leaning in just enough for his lips to press to your cheek. “I got to date you now thanks to that, so you’re forgiven” he planted another kiss to the curved up corner of your smiling mouth. “And funny how you think you’re forcing me when half the time it’s me asking to hang out”.

You giggled. “We love a 50/50 relationship”.

Tilting your head ever so slightly to take a better look at him after hearing him chuckle, you were greatly surprised by his lips pressing down on yours.

Although you had jokingly said that last sentence, it was not far from the truth at all. It wasn’t just you chasing after him and wanting to be with him all the time, but him wanting the exact same all the same. So you could tell by the way he was kissing you right then. It was slow, painfully slow, yet the way his hands were firmly cupping your face to keep you from moving away as he deepened the kiss, could not fail to tell you just how much he had missed you, needed you, those past few days you were apart.

Pressing one small peck to his mouth, you tugged at the fabric of his sweatshirt to pull him closer to your body, later wrapping your arms tightly around his waist and resting your face on his chest — a content sigh escaping your mouth when his arms did the same with you and his lips kissed the crown of your head.

“It really never would’ve crossed my mind that you liked me way before the whole flowers thing...”

“Not even when that one summer we would keep running into each other at the park and you would catch me staring from time to time?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

The heat didn’t wait to reach your cheeks at that. You remembered that very well, for it was the summer you caught feelings for him as well, the one right before you entered your last year of high school. You would go out for walks on your own just for the sake of doing something other than staying in texting your friends all day long, and would run into him most of the time while he walked his dog, the one you now knew was named Gold.

Although you had talked in class more than once —or well, you had talked to him more than once—, you were not friends, and hence, neither of you got the guts to come close to one another to try and start small talk. However, that didn’t stop either of you from staring at each other when you were not looking. Sometimes you would catch each other staring, though, and you couldn’t stop an amused smile from curving up your lips when you remembered one particular time he had choked on air when you smiled at him after catching his eyes being fixed on you, just like he had choked earlier this year when you had asked him if you could sit next to him in class. It seemed to be a habit of his by now, at least when it came to you.

“I thought you were just judging me over the way I was always sniffing the flowers and taking pictures of them…” you admitted, for although a part of you did want to believe he was into you back then, you couldn’t really bring yourself to fully believe it.

He pulled you back by your shoulders so he could give you a questioning look. “Judging you with heart eyes?”

“Yah!” you called him out, feeling your cheeks burn.

Jeongguk laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “I really just couldn’t take my eyes away from you, you looked so hypnotized by them and it was the cutest to me”.

“Is that why you thought about secretly giving me flowers?” you couldn’t help but ask.

He nodded, lowering his head. “I know it would’ve been easier to just talk to you, but I really couldn’t bring myself to do it. Fuck, I even was a nervous wreck this year when you first talked to me,” a breathy laugh escaped his mouth. “So I just… thought I could do that for a while until I got the guts to confess. Although I guess a part of me really wanted you to find out, because whilst looking for different kinds flowers I came across tiger lilies and, apart from finding out they were my birth flower, their meaning just fit so well with what I wanted to do and I just—”

“What do they mean?” you asked.

“It’s cheesy” he let you know with pleading eyes, silently asking you not to make him say it out loud. “Like, really cheesy”.

“Come on,” you begged with pouty lips, getting a hold of his hands. “I’ll look it up on the internet either way if you don’t tell me”.

He shook his head in both amusement and embarrassment altogether, knowing well enough you would do just that if he did not comply right then. So, biting down on his bottom lip, he said: “Please, love me”.

Your eyebrows furrowed in clear confusion. “Huh?”

“They mean ‘please, love me’” he clarified at the sight of your puzzled face, and your heart skipped a beat as you froze in your place. “I told you it was cheesy”.

“No, no, it’s not that. I just… is that what…” you pressed your lips together as you tried to compose yourself. “Did you… do you mean that?” it was now his turn to look confused, tilting his head to the side because of it. “You want me to love you?”

And although to you it seemed like a complicated question to answer, to him, on the other hand, it wasn’t. So, nodding his head immediately, he let you know that was exactly what he wanted.

“Back then, even when we were teenagers and barely ever talked, and I knew nothing about love, I was convinced I was in love with you… even if I knew it was one sided. And now that I got to be your friend and then your boyfriend, I…” he took in a deep breath, staring down to your hands in his before his eyes went back to yours. “I know more than ever that I love you. I love you so much, Y/N. And I know loving someone takes time, and I don’t want to push you or rush you at all, but if you could just try and find it in you to love me back someday, I—”

The small chuckle that abandoned your lips caused his mouth to shut close in an instant, not understanding what was so funny about his words and for a split second there feeling uneasy. However, all his worries went away when you cupped his face in your hands, staring at his lips for a brief second before your eyes went up to fix on his.

“I already love you, you dummy”.

Not giving him time to process your truthful words, if anything, knowing it would take him a while to do so, you leaned in to steal a small kiss from his lips, pecking them ever so tenderly a couple of times until he smiled, finally understanding the meaning of your words and placing his hands on the back of your neck to keep you from pulling away as he sucked on your bottom lip.

“Say it again?” he pleaded in between kisses, not being able to erase the huge smile on his face.

You chuckled teasingly. “Nope”.

“Yah,” he let go fully of your mouth. “You’re always speaking nonstop and now that I for once ask you to say something, you won’t?”

“Exactly” you smiled brightly, giggling when he squinted his eyes at you and leaning in to peck his mouth a couple more times. “I love you, bun” you cooed, being done with your teasing way earlier than you had planned to.

And it was the way you loved him back, along with the way you had gone back to call him that pet name he was the softest about, what had him giving you one of those bunny smiles of his that made you come up with that name to begin with.

“You won’t say it back?” you wondered, batting your lashes for him to take a hint.

Nevertheless, he shook his head no. “I already said it twice, we’re even”.

“Yah!” you lightly shoved him off, only to have him standing right back in between your legs like he had been during your entire conversation. “Jeongguk-ah~”

“Yes, baby?” he played innocent.

“Tell me you love me” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest.

Letting out a light laugh, he cupped your face and gave your mouth a chaste kiss. “I love you, petal”.

You smiled sweetly, allowing him to plant a few more kisses on your mouth before you pressed your lips to the spot under his jawline, resting your face on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you once more.

“You should’ve confessed back then” you lamented, looking up to his face yet only being met by the sight of his chin. “Why didn’t you?”

He sighed, resting his chin on the top of your head and tightening the hold of his arms around your waist.

There it was, the most important question out of them all. The one he had came here to talk about, yet he had completely forgotten about as he had gotten caught up on making up with you instead. And now that things were finally good between you two, he couldn’t help but fear bringing up said person and what she had done would make things worse all over again.

“I was going to” he let you know. “That was the plan all along”.

Your eyebrows knitted together, sitting up so you could fix your questioning eyes on his troubled expression. “Then why didn’t you?” you repeated your previous question.

He sighed heavily, causing your body to tense up, as you knew right then you wouldn’t like what he was about to tell you. “Sooyeon…”

“What?” you pushed it when he stopped right after mentioning her name. “What did she do?!”

He bit the inside of his cheek. Although he had found out about everything a few days ago and had gotten some time to come to terms with it, it still hurt just as much. All the lost time and what it could have been, all the possibilities that could’ve come with having been with you as a couple ever since your last year of high school, still made his blood boil.

“She found out I was your flower boy one morning and she told me I was wasting my time…”

“What?!” your loud tone was a mix of both worry and anger. “Jeongguk, what did she tell you?”

He shrugged, a weak smile curving up his lips. “Does it matter anymore?”

“Of course it does” you argued. “It does to me”.

Letting out another sigh, knowing well enough he could not avoid this anymore, as you deserved to know the whole story just like he did, he grabbed your hands and gently held them in his — partially wanting to let you know it was alright, partially wanting to feel like it was alright. “She said you had told her you hoped it wasn’t me because you would have to give me a chance out of pity,” the look in your eyes right then made his heart hurt. “Because I was not popular, and I barely ever talked, so you would always be bored around me yet would have to pretend like you were not…”

“Bun, I never said that. I neve—”

“I know” he cut you off before you could freak out completely. “Petal, I know that now”.

“No, but she lied!” you raised your voice for him to hear you out. “I’m never bored around you, you know that, right? And the few times we got to talk back then I was never bored either, I…”

“Baby, I know…” he soothed you, cupping your face and pressing his forehead on yours. “I know. It’s okay”.

“Guk, I had feelings for you back then” you confessed, feeling your voice break.

He took in a shaky breath. Somehow, hearing that coming from you had hurt more than finding out from someone else like he had a few days ago. “It’s okay”.

And it was. It really was. You were together now. Somehow, you had managed to find your way back to each other years later and didn’t have to know what your lives were like without each other. However, the fact that it was alright, it didn’t mean it did not hurt. Because it did hurt. Thinking you could’ve been together ever since three years ago. How you wouldn’t have dated that asshole who broke your heart, and how he wouldn’t have gone three years of his life believing he was not enough. All of that, was not something the two of you could easily let go of.

“So all this time... you really believed I had said that about you? Even when we were friends, when we became a couple…” your voice sounded more broken by the second. “You let me back into your life even when I had supposedly said all those things back then?”

“Call me delusional, but I still really wanted to be close to you” he sheepishly admitted. That’s how he knew he would always have a soft spot for you, no matter what. “And anyway, baby, in my mind that was the high school you. You didn’t seem like the person who said those things back then at all when I got to actually meet you” he reassured you, then bitterly adding: “Now I can see why”.

You breathed uneasily. “You’re too good to me…”

“Yah, Y/N” he called you out immediately. “I told you, we’re not doing this”.

“But I really don’t deserve y—”

Your words were cut off by his lips softly pressing down on yours. Just like you would always call him out whenever he thought less of himself, hating it when he did that, he, too, hated hearing you say stuff like that about yourself.

“It doesn’t matter anymore” he whispered against your lips.

“Yes, it does…” you pouted. “She lied to both of us and we believed her. We could’ve been together ever since...”

“I know…”

“Three years, Guk. We lost three fucking years” you reminded him. “What if I hadn’t asked you to be my partner in the project this year, I mean, I wouldn’t even have you in my life and all because of her”.

“I know” he couldn’t hide the bitterness in his words this time. Because he knew very well what you were feeling, for he had felt the exact same a few days ago. “But can we just… forget about it?”

“No, I want to beat the shit out of her” your determined, poisonous tone, could do no other than earn a loud giggle from him.

“Do that later?” he pressed his lips to the crook of your neck. “She already took enough time away from us, let’s not let her get in between us anymore. We’re making up now, it’s just us two...”

It was now your turn to giggle, relaxing under his loving touch and nodding your head in agreement before you leaned in to briefly press your mouth to his jaw. “We’ll just have to catch up on all those lost years then”.

He laughed under his breath, cupping your face once more as he leaned in just enough for his lips to faintly brush yours. “I guess we’ll just have to do that”.

Enjoying the sound of that, you puckered your lips up right as his soft ones came in contact with them, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. Humming contentedly when his tongue made its way inside your mouth, you felt his hands let go of your face and wander down your back, holding onto your hips to bring you even closer to the edge of the kitchen counter, at which you reacted by wrapping your legs around his hips to help him create the friction between your bodies he was asking for.

You found yourself letting go of his neck to dig your hands inside his sweatshirt instead, smiling coyly at the way you felt goosebumps form on his skin. You had discovered not long ago he was quite ticklish on his sides, and you absolutely loved faintly running your hands along them just to get that reaction out of him.

He breathed heavily when your fingertips made their way up his abs, letting his hands go down lower from their current spot on your back and placing them on your ass instead, giving it a light squeeze as he took advantage on said action to grind his hips against your center.

“Mm…” you let out quietly, finding out just then how much you had missed feeling him close like that.

“You think they’ll be home soon?” he asked, referring to your two chaotic friends, as he peppered a trail of kisses down to your neck.

“They must be just getting started on drinking” you let him know, a smile curving up your lips at the sensation of his wet ones sucking on your skin. “Why? You got something in mind?”

The chuckle that left his mouth tickled your skin, feeling one last kiss being placed on it before his lips were briefly back on yours. “Only if you’re up for it”.

Your lips parted in a bright smile, without another word, shoving him lightly out of the way so you could place your feet on the ground — gently taking his hand in yours and having his adoring eyes stuck to you as you guided him over to your room.

Once inside, and as you let go of his hold so you could turn around to lock the door just in case your friends decided to come home earlier than expected, his eyes fell on the multiple tiger lilies he had left on your seat over the last two days, along with the bouquet of flowers he had sent over to your place earlier that day, all of them carefully lying on your desk by one side of the bed. Smiling at the fact that you had kept them all —as he had been worried you would’ve thrown them away when he first sent them—, he turned around towards you right as you were done with the door, cupping your face immediately and bringing his lips to meet yours in a quite needy kiss.

Walking you backwards towards the bed as he refused to break the hot contact between your mouths, he helped you lie down on it as he crawled over your figure, parting your legs open with his knee so he could lie in between them — a light laugh of his resonating against your mouth when your hands were back into his sweatshirt and the trace of your fingertips tickled his sides.

Wanting more of you as well, he found himself digging his hands inside your t-shirt just like he had grown fond of ever since that one time in his room, letting them make their way up to your breasts so he could tease them a little bit. Only, this time, he was met not by the thin fabric of your bra, but with your soft skin instead — feeling your nipples instantly harden at his sudden touch as a small hum abandoned your lips.

Not being able to hide his —very pleasant— surprise, he withdrew his lips from yours; wide eyes staring at you before they travelled down to your still covered breasts.

At his quite cute reaction, you couldn’t help but let out a giggle. “I’m wearing pyjamas, is it really that surprising?”

It shouldn’t be. He knew that very well, considering you had not once worn a bra whenever you slept over at each other’s. However, being so caught up in the moment, he had seemed to forget about that altogether.

Deciding to say nothing, he leaned down instead to trap your bottom lip in between his again, sucking lightly on it as his hands squeezed your breasts in such a way that left you wanting more in a heartbeat.

“Mm… fuck” you moaned ever so quietly when one of his thumbs teased your nipple.

Smiling at your reaction, he moved his kisses all the way down from your mouth to your collarbone, feeling your chest heavily move up and down when his mouth came close to it. Firmly placing his hands on the curve under your breasts, he lifted your body up with ease to adjust you up enough on the mattress so that your still covered breasts were now right under his face.

Not giving you a second to process what had just happened, he lowered his face to your chest, pressing open mouth kisses on the fabric that was still covering it, and getting another moan out of you when his hand went back to teasing one of your breasts under your t-shirt, while his hot mouth sucked on your other one over it.

“Guk, fuck” you gasped, feeling goosebumps form on your skin when his lips travelled down to your bellybutton and his hands abandoned your chest to tug at the end of your top instead.

Biting down on his lip, he glanced up to you before doing anything else. “Is it okay if I?”

Although his question had been left incomplete, you answered him with an eager nod of your head, wanting nothing but to feel his wet mouth on your sensitive buds already.

Tongue wetting his lips in anticipation, he lifted your t-shirt over your chest — leaving it still on yet completely exposing you to his eyes. And it was the way his eyes fixed on your naked chest like the world had just stopped, what managed to make you nervous enough to bring your arms up to cover them.

“I would’ve worn something hotter for you to look at if I had known this was going to happen” you couldn’t help but joke your way out of it.

Jeongguk laughed lightly, leaning down to peck your neck a couple of times, trying to ease your sudden nervousness. “I don’t think anything could ever top this”.

Because although he was sure getting to see you in lingerie would be one hell of a sight, he loved this view the most. He loved looking at you, with absolutely nothing on the way of your body and his eyes.

And just like that, his teasing yet genuine words were the last push you needed to relax under both his touch and stare, allowing him to gently grab your wrists and remove your arms from off your chest. Receiving a small nod from you when his questioning eyes fixed on yours for a second, he planted two short kisses to your mouth before they were back on your chest.

Your back curved up with the first lap of his tongue on one of your nipples, feeling your breathing become heavier when his lips wrapped around it without any kind of warning.

“Jeongguk…” you moaned in what sounded like a plea.

Wanting to hear more of his name coming out as one of your pretty moans, he swirled his tongue harder around your bud, right as his thumb teased the one he had left unattended until then - not many seconds going by before he moved his mouth over to it so he could tease it as well.

“Fuck,” you gasped when his mouth sucked on your skin. “Jeongguk”.

Catching on the way you had pushed your hips slightly up to try and get some friction out of his already hardened length, he found himself giving you one slow thrust that had you both moaning whilst wanting more. Instead of grinding on you again, however, he let go of your breast and let his hand wander down to your pants instead, palming your already wet core through them before he fidgeted with their waistband.

“Please,” you begged.

“Hm?” he hummed against your jaw, as he placed a sweet kiss to it before going to your lips.

“Your fingers” you managed to blurt out, feeling like you were losing your mind over the way his long fingers were now teasingly digging inside your pants. “Jeongguk, please”.

Although he found out right then that he loved hearing you beg, he wanted the most to make you feel good, which is why he was quick to comply with your wishes. Palming you now over your damp panties, he felt your body shake at the contact — a gasp escaping your mouth when his fingers made the fabric aside and they started rubbing circle motions on your folds.

You felt warmer and way more wet than he had expected, and he felt the sudden urge to run his tongue along your folds to get a taste of your arousal. However, right then, he knew what you wanted, what you needed, were his fingers inside of you. So, he did just that.

“Ah, fuck” you threw your head harder against the mattress when one of his fingers made its way into you.

“You’re so tight...” he breathed out in amazement, feeling himself get harder at the thought of what it would be like to feel your walls tightening around his cock instead.

Slowly shifting his finger inside your responsive walls, he focused on taking in your facial expressions to try and figure out what pace you liked the most — sticking with a faster one after one particular moan had escaped your lips right after he speeded up his pistoning motions.

“Like that?” he asked nevertheless, planting a lingering kiss to your chest.

“Yes” you managed to blurt out, grinding your hips against his finger, being desperate for more.

Catching up on that, he added another digit, hissing at the way your walls had seemed to tighten even more around them. Opening and closing his fingers in scissoring motions as he tried to stretch you out so he could move around with ease, he felt your breathing become heavier by the second, letting out a choked moan when he experimented by curling his digits against your walls.

“Oh, fuck” you whimpered when he curled them once more, managing to hit with them that one spot that could make you come undone in a matter of minutes.

“Feels good?” he asked, admiring your factions as you were too immersed in your own pleasure to remember how to speak.

“Mhm…” you answered with a simple sound instead, mewling when his motions sped up their pace. “So good”.

“Fuck,” he blurted when he felt your juices running down your slit. “Baby, you’re dripping”.

“Jeongguk, don’t stop” you begged when you felt his fingers no longer moving inside of you, desperately grabbing his wrist when you felt them start to pull out. “Don’t stop”.

He reassured you with an intoxicating kiss that made you dizzy. “I wanna eat you out”.

Your breath hitched at his low words, feeling your walls tighten when you opened your eyes to meet his hungry ones. And you didn’t have to even think before you were nodding your head. You needed him, that was all you knew. No matter if it were his fingers, his mouth or his cock, you were desperate for him right then, and would let him have you however he wanted.

Kissing your lips one more time, he felt you whimper against his mouth when his fingers pulled out of you, causing you to close your legs as you tried to replace the way they felt with the friction your thighs could provide you with. It didn’t last long, though, for Jeongguk was quick to pull them open once more so he could remove your pyjama pants along with your panties, licking his lips in anticipation at the perfect sight he got of your dripping folds.

“Fuck, you’re so hot” he rasped, causing your cheeks to burn and another whimper escape your mouth when his thumb brushed faintly over your clit.

“Jeongguk, please” begging seemed to be your only way of communication that night, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying the hell out of it.

Pulling you closer to him, he placed your thighs over his shoulders before he finally brought his face up to your heat. Worrying for a split second there, as he was not entirely sure as to what was the right way to do this, he decided to go with his instinct —just like he had done seconds ago when his fingers were inside of you— and begin by slowly sliding his tongue through your folds. The way your body had trembled and a moan of yours had reached his ears as soon as he did, let him know he was doing well.

Delving his tongue in your slit, you instinctively reacted by pulling your hips slightly away from him at the pleasure his ministrations were giving you, and Jeongguk didn’t hesitate before grabbing your thighs and pulling you closer to his mouth once more, sucking on your wet heat before he pushed his tongue inside.

“Oh, God” you whimpered when he started fucking you with his tongue. “J-Jeongguk, yes”.

Moaning loudly when he pushed a finger back into you, you grabbed onto one of your breasts with one hand, as your other one travelled down to entangle your fingers in his already messy hair, earning a muffled moan from him when you pulled lightly at it.

Curling his finger inside you the way he had found out drove you crazy, his mouth let go of your heat, planting a small kiss on it before he licked his way up your folds and stopped by your clit. Although he was not experienced in all this at all, he did know stimulating that small button of yours could work wonders, and he was willing to give it a try. The second he swirled his tongue around it and you cried out in pleasure, he knew it wouldn’t take much longer before you reached your climax if he kept applying pressure on that particular spot.

Tightening his hold on one of your thighs to keep you from moving away as your body writhed beneath him, he added a second finger inside you, sucking on your clit before his tongue came in contact with it again.

“Mm—ah, Jeongguk. Fuck” you cried incoherently, curling your toes as you felt your climax getting closer. “Fuck, d-don’t stop”.

Feeling your walls tighten around his fingers, he could tell as well that you were close. Pushing his digits deeper into you, he managed to hit once more that one spot you needed him the most.

“Right there” you let him know, curving your back when he followed your words and his fingers brushed over it once more. “Oh, righ—fuck!” you whimpered.

“Let go, baby” he rasped, replacing his mouth on your clit with his thumb and pressing down on it in circle motions. “Cum for me”.

The mere sound of that, along with the way his mouth had came in contact with your folds as his fingers kept fucking into you, were all you needed to finally come undone under his touch, crying out his name one last time as his fingers helped you ride out your orgasm.

Closing your eyes and letting the aftershocks take over your body, you moaned lightly at the feel of your boyfriend’s tongue running along your slit, tasting the juices that were dripping down on it and licking you clean before he made his way back next to you, hovering over your figure and kissing you hungrily yet somehow gently. One of his thumbs caressed your hip as his other one came in contact with your chin, drawing circular motions on your skin as you kissed him back — eyes still closed as you felt your body finally steadying.

“Was that alright?” he asked, planting a lingering kiss to your mouth.

Opening your eyes, you looked at him with disbelief written all over them. “It was amazing” you reassured him with a smile nevertheless, allowing his mouth to come in contact with yours once more.

Pulling him closer by wrapping one arm around his neck, you felt something hard poke one of your sides, causing you to undo the kiss and stare down to the outline of his hardened member against the loose fabric of his pants.

“Want me to help you with that again?” you teasingly raised one of your eyebrows, earning a small lip bite from him at the memories of how good you had made him feel not too long ago.

Although it took him a second, he nodded his head. A smile curved up the corners of your lips at that, only for it to be replaced with a frown when his hand stopped you from reaching for his cock.

“Not like that” he shook his head.

You pouted in confusion. “Then how…”

Wetting his lips with his tongue, he leaned down to brush his mouth with yours. “I want to fuck you”.

You felt a wave of heat hit your body at his words, for although he had just seen and touched pretty much all of you, and you had just offered to suck him off, you had thought that would be as far as you’d get, just like that one time in his room when it had led to nothing else.

“W-What?” your voice betrayed you by stuttering a bit.

“I want to fuck you” he repeated, sounding just as determined as he had before. “You don’t want to?”

“No, I want to!” you were quick to clarify. Fuck, you wanted to. “It’s just… You sure you want this? With me?”

“I’ve wanted to have you like this for so long, Y/N. I could not be any more sure” his words sent shivers up your spine. “Besides, sorry to remind you, petal, but you are my girlfriend, so…”

“That I am, huh?” you played along, pulling him down by the neck of his sweatshirt so your lips could meet his. “Then I guess I’ll be good to you tonight and let you have your way with me”.

Smiling contentedly at your words, he wasted no time in crashing his mouth on yours, burying one of his hands under your t-shirt to give one of your breasts a tight squeeze before he tugged at the end of the fabric — eyebrows furrowing slightly and puzzled eyes opening when you held your top down by pressing your arms to your sides, not allowing him to pull it up so he could take it off.

“Wha—”

“It’s unfair you’re about to leave me naked while you’re still fully dressed, don’t you think?” you pointed out with pouty lips.

Rolling his eyes in amusement, he sat up on the mattress so he could take his sweatshirt off, being followed by you right after, as you helped him get rid of it with a smile on your face. Now, you had seen him shirtless once, when you were having food in his room one evening and he stained his t-shirt with soda, proceeding to change into another one right in front of you, but you had seen little to nothing of his torso, as he had turned almost fully around as he did so. And hence now, you could not hide the hungry look on your face as you stared at his toned chest.

“My eyes are up here” he teased you with an amused smile, causing you to send a playful glare his way.

“You didn’t exactly look into my eyes either when you pulled my t-shirt up, so…”

He chuckled at your snarky remark, leaning in to connect his mouth with yours and then tugging once more at the end of your top, just like he had done a minute before. This time, however, you pulled your arms up, letting go of his mouth so he could get rid of that one last piece of clothing of yours that was bothering him so much.

Not wasting any more time, you helped him out of the rest of his clothes as well, giggling against his lips when they needingly crashed on yours once more, with one swift movement lying you down on the mattress as your curious, wandering hands became familiar with each other’s bodies.

A raspy moan escaped Jeongguk’s throat when your hand stroked his member, being followed by a choked one when you tightly wrapped your hand around it, gently moving it up and down his length.

“Fuck, Y/N” he breathed heavily, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he unconsciously thrusted into your hand. “I need you”.

You smiled at the sound of his begging words, leaving a small kiss on his naked shoulder before you released his member from your hold and pushed him on his back, letting him adjust into a more comfortable position as he rested his back against the headboard, before you sunk your knees down on the mattress on each side of his lap — his hands immediately resting on the curve of your waist and a shaky breath coming out of his mouth at the feel of your wet core rubbing ever so faintly against his cock.

“You sure you want this?” you asked.

He eagerly nodded his head, pulling you back to meet his swollen lips. “I want you so bad”.

Feeling a wave of heat rushing through your body at that, you nodded your head, pecking his lips one more time before you reached for your nightstand, opening its small drawer and taking a condom out of it. Going back to your boyfriend, you were met with his rather taken aback expression.

“You knew this was going to happen or…” he questioned with a raised brow and a teasing smile.

You shook your head as a shy smile curved up your lips. “The two idiots I live with filled my drawer with them when we started staying over at each other’s regularly” you explained with a roll of eyes. “They also left a box full of them in my closet”.

Jeongguk laughed wholeheartedly at that. “Well, that’s good to hear. They will come in handy”.

Laughing along with him at his joyful remark, you opened the small envelope in your hands, pulling slightly back so you were no longer hovering over his member and could slide the condom on it with ease — feeling Jeongguk’s breath hitch at both the unfamiliar feel of the thin latex around his length, and the familiar one of your hands on it. Staring back at him once you were done, you stole a sweet kiss from his lips, hearing him moan against your mouth when your hand was once more wrapped around his cock, pumping it a couple more times as you aligned it with your entrance.

And then, locking eyes with him for a second, you kissed him slowly. As slowly as you had started to sink down on him.

Letting go of the kiss as he involuntarily tilted his head back, Jeongguk let out a loud moan, immediately getting lost into what was without a doubt the most pleasure he had ever felt. And he knew right away that your warm, wet walls wrapping tightly around his member, was something he could easily become addicted to.

Staring lovingly at the way his eyes remained closed and his mouth slightly open, you couldn’t help but moan as well as you pushed down lower on him, feeling your walls stretching as you tried to take his entire length.

“Fuck” he rasped when he was completely inside of you.

Tightening his hold on your hips, he pulled you slightly closer to him on his lap, not being able to hold back a blissful chuckle at the way the friction he had just created made him feel.

“What is it?” you wondered with a smile of your own when he leaned in to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

“It feels so good” he let you know with another chuckle.

Joining him on his sudden outburst of joy, you let out a light laugh just as he pressed an open mouth kiss to your shoulder, loving to be the one who got to share this moment with him — to be the one he wanted to share this moment with. Pressing a small kiss to the top of his head, you placed two fingers under his chin to push it up and have him look at you. Once he did, you leaned in to steal a lingering kiss.

“I love you” you said for the third time that night.

He smiled brightly, bringing his lips up to yours and locking them in a slow kiss. “I love you more”.

Opening your mouth to fight him on that, what came out of it instead was a choked moan after he pulled your hips down on his cock.

“Jeongguk, fuck” you let your forehead fall to his shoulder when he pushed his hips up to yours.

Slowly rolling your hips, you met him right as he thrusted up on you once more, causing a small moan to make its way out of his mouth. “Mm… baby…”

With his hands firmly grabbing your hips, you let him guide the pace as you rode him, loosely wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your forehead on his as the two of you grew used to the rhythm he was leading. Closing your eyes, you let your heavy breathings mix as they were now, along with a few moans here and there, the only sound filling your silent bedroom.

“O-Oh, fuck” you gasped when he pulled you down harder on him, somehow managing to push deeper inside of you.

You leaned slightly back when he repeated said action, tilting your head back as well and then humming quietly when you felt his warm lips wrap around one of your breasts, slowly sucking on your nipple, as you had just given him the perfect opportunity to do just that, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist and pulling you closer to him as you kept rolling your hips at the same pace he had created for you before.

“Mh—ah! Fuck” he moaned when you pushed your legs up, enough for only half of his cock to be inside of you, to later take it all in again. “Y/N…”

Doing it again, you couldn’t stop the whimper that had just abandoned your mouth as his length had managed to reach that soft spot of yours. Needing more of him, you sped up the pace of your grinding against his hips, feeling him finally let go of your sensitive bud to let his sweaty forehead rest in the crook of your neck as his moans became louder by the second.

“Wait, wait” he demanded breathily, placing his hands on your hips and firmly holding them down so you would stop moving. “Stop”.

“What’s wrong?” you worried, doing as told in a heartbeat.

He shook his head no, quietly letting you know nothing was really wrong, as he buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck and closed his eyes while he tried his best to catch his breath. “Feels too good” he admitted in a raspy voice. “Don’t wanna cum yet”.

You giggled under your breath, finding silent joy on the fact that he hadn’t asked you to stop because he wasn’t enjoying what you were doing, but because he was liking it too much.

Lowering your head to his shoulder, you planted a small kiss on it. “You can cum if you want” you let him know, pressing another soothing kiss to the crook of his neck. “I understand”.

He shook his head no, letting out a heavy sigh as his thumbs drew tender circles on your skin. Maybe it was his ego, or just the fact that he really wanted to make you feel good too, maybe both, what made him refuse to let himself go right then, no matter how bad he wanted to. No matter how hard it was not to.

Smiling sweetly at him, you brought one of your hands up to his damp hair while your other one caressed his back, entangling your fingers in his dark locks as you waited for him to come down from the high he had been about to reach. Letting out a sigh when he felt like he could finally breathe again, he placed his hands on your back to pull you closer — lips looking for yours when your naked chest pressed on his.

Kissing him hard, you opened your mouth for his tongue to meet yours after it had traced your bottom lip, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and trying your best not to roll your hips like you were dying to. Although you didn’t have to hold back for much longer, for with one last kiss and with his warm hands still holding you down on his cock, he pushed it deeper inside of you.

“Fuck” you gasped at the sudden stimulation, taking it as your cue to start moving as well.

“F—Y/N” he moaned when your hips met his in the middle, as they pushed into you once more.

Helping you lead the pace once again, he held you by the waist, digging his fingers into your hot skin and deciding right there, as you moaned his name and your walls tightened around his cock, that he wanted to take over from then on. So, with a swift movement, you were now under him as he laid your back on the mattress — a light moan escaping your lips when he pulled out of you to make you more comfortable on the bed, immediately becoming whiny as you missed his whole length inside of you.

“No, don’t stop fucking me” you pouted, breath hitching when he grabbed your thighs and pulled you closer to where he was sitting down on the mattress. “Jeongguk, please”.

He smiled at both the sound and sight of you right then, really enjoying them one hell of a lot. It was your messy hair, swollen lips and naked chest that moved up and down as you breathed heavily, along with the neediness in your voice as you were begging for him once more, what made it easy for him to decide he liked being in control.

Catching your bottom lip in his mouth as he adjusted himself in between your legs, he heard you beg one more time against his lips. However, just as you did, he felt one of your hands desperately go down to your center so you could feel something inside of you. Only you didn’t get to, for his hand grabbed your wrist right before your fingers could find their way inside, managing to grab your other one as well and pin them over your head as he pushed his hips down enough for the head of his cock to align with your wet center.

“I’m the one fucking you tonight, petal”.

You moaned at the sound of his words being murmured against your neck — the way such sweet pet name had been said with such a lustful tone right then, making you somehow even more needy for him.

“Please,” you breathed out, overwhelmed by the way his mouth teased the sensitive skin of your neck and he rubbed his cock against your core, not quite pushing into you yet. “Jeongguk, please. I need you”.

“What was that?” he wondered teasingly.

“I need you” you repeated. “Jeongguk, please. Please fuck m—ah!” your head was thrown back in pleasure when he slammed his entire length into you, just the way you were so badly begging for.

Hungrily kissing your mouth, he muffled the moans that came out of it with each thrust of his hips — letting go of your lips as a low groan made its way out of his throat when your walls wrapped tighter than he had felt them do that evening, as you were getting closer to reach your high.

Letting his forehead fall to your shoulder, he muffled a cry against your skin as you wrapped your legs around his waist and your walls tightened once more against his cock, knowing right then he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Harder” you pleaded breathily, arching your back as he wasted no time in complying. “F-Fuck, Jeongguk. Ah!”

“Y/N” he rasped your name, feeling his inevitable release about to hit. “Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum”.

Not being able to form any kind of coherent sentence right then, you settled for an eager nod of your head to let him know it was okay. Digging your nails on the wet skin of his back, you scratched your way down on it when he once again managed to find that one soft spot of yours that had you crying out in a second.

“Right there,” you desperately let him know, feeling your legs start to give up when he kept hitting it with each of his thrusts. “Fuck, right there”.

“A-Ah, Y/N, I’m—” he stumbled upon his own words, not being able to hold on anymore given how much tighter you were getting now around him. “Mm… I’m gon—ah!”

Groaning one last time, he let himself go like he had fought so hard not to — your pulsating walls around his cock finally driving him over the edge.

Although overwhelmed by the intense wave of pleasure running through his body, beginning to feel dizzy even, he did not slump down on you to catch his breath like he so badly needed to. Instead, he kept riding his own orgasm — his thrusts becoming sloppier yet rougher as he greedily tried to drive you over the edge, too.

And it was only a matter of seconds before you did.

“J-Jeongguk, I’m—ahh!” you cried out one last time, feeling your shaky legs give up as you came undone beneath him.

Helping you ride out your orgasm as well, Jeongguk whimpered at the overstimulation, finally letting his body slump down on yours and burying his face on your neck, as he felt his body tremble with each spasm of your walls around him. Feeling his hot, heavy breath hit your sweaty neck as the two of you desperately tried to catch your breath, you entangled once more your fingers on the hair at the back of his head — fingertips ever so tenderly moving in circular motions in a soothing way.

Closing your eyes for a couple of seconds, you felt his thumb caress one of your sides, later having you opening your eyes when he pressed two brief kisses to the crook of your neck and a breathy laugh of his was soon to follow right after.

“What’s so amusing?” you wondered, feeling the corners of your mouth curve up when another chuckle of his reached your ears.

“That was amazing” he confessed, causing your face to burn as your smile grew wider. Pressing one of his arms down on the mattress, he held his body up so he could lock his eyes with yours. “Was it okay for you?”

You bit your bottom lip, shyly looking away for a split second before your eyes focused back on his. “Jeon Jeongguk,” you called his name in a serious tone.

“Hm?”

“You made me cum twice” you reminded him, loving the sight of his already flushed cheeks turning even more pink than they already were. “I think that speaks for itself”.

He let out a shy laugh, tilting your chin up as he brought his lips down to yours and kissing you sweetly for a good couple of seconds, later moving his lips over to press an open mouth kiss to your cheek before he finally pulled out of you. Removing the condom from his member, he crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for the small bin you kept under your desk next to your bed, bringing it closer to him and throwing the used latex into it before he went back to lie on his stomach next to you — blissfully letting you kiss his lips once more like you had just reached up to.

“I’ll get better at it” he promised, earning a quiet giggle from you.

“Well, we do have three years to make up for, so I guess we’ll both get a lot of practice” you pointed out coyly.

“And we don’t have to worry about running out of condoms anytime soon” he reminded you, amusement clear in his voice.

Throwing your head back on the mattress, you allowed a throaty laugh to escape your mouth, later looking back at him and bringing your hand up to cup one of his cheeks. Gently caressing it a couple of times, you puckered your lips up for him to come closer and cut the space between your mouth — smiling softly when he complied in a heartbeat, slowly sucking on your bottom lip.

“I love you” he mumbled on your lips, loving the way he was finally able to say it freely, knowing you felt the same, like he had been aching you to all along.

“I love you more” you repeated his previous answer with a smile.

Kissing your lips chastely, he shook his head no, tilting his head towards the flowers that were taking over your desk. “Those are proof that I love you more”.

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Those are proof that you’ve loved me for longer, it’s got nothing to do with the amount of it”.

“Mhm…” he nodded his head, letting you know with both the tone of his voice and the look on his eyes that you were not convincing him. “Whatever works for you, petal” his lips turned into a smile as he let his back slump down on the bed.

“Yah,” you gently shoved him off, feeling your heart skip a beat when you heard him laugh.

Pulling you to his chest by wrapping an arm around you, he planted a kiss to your forehead. Although you had sighed contentedly after resting your face on his chest, he didn’t miss the way your mind was quite absent right then.

“What’s wrong?” his eyebrows knitted together, growing somewhat more confused after following with his eyes to where yours were staring at and having them fall on the flowers.

“Nothing” you smiled, unconsciously running your fingers along his chest. “I just wish these particular ones would last forever”.

Smiling as he adoringly stared at you, he hugged you closer to his body. “I can get you all the flowers you want”.

At that, your head snapped up so you could lock eyes with him. The mischievous smile that had just formed on your mouth as you cockily raised one of your eyebrows, letting him know right away he was about to regret what he had just said. “You’ll be like my flower daddy then?”

Yup, there it was, the regret.

“Anddd, you ruined it” he lamented.

Letting his head fall back down on the mattress, he closed his eyes as he tried his best to fight the smile that was threatening with taking over his face, knowing he would fail miserably at it when he heard you chuckle next to him — finally giving in to it and laughing as well as you peppered open mouth kisses around his face.

Although popular, loud, chaotic, bubbly, impulsive as hell, and just the complete opposite to what he was, he could not be any happier it was you the one his heart had chosen to fall irretrievably in love with.

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