#i didn't expect this to be more that a couple hundred words and then suddenly it was 2k
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Obi-dience - An Obikin, Ella Enchanted AU set in the GFFA
Inspired by a typo I almost made yesterday and what I think is a pretty good pun
Obi-Wan Kenobi is the perfect Jedi. A skilled warrior, an expert negotiator, and a good friend, it has always been clear that Obi-Wan has a gift. People often remark that no matter what is asked of him, Obi-Wan Kenobi can deliver.
That is his gift: whatever anyone tells Obi-Wan to do, he does. The gift of obedience.
Before Obi-Wan ever came to the Temple, fate or the Force or some Stewjonian witchcraft, blessed Obi-Wan with the ability and the compulsion to do whatever he is told. The perfect child, the perfect padawan, the perfect Jedi. He is whatever anyone asks him to be.
From the moment Obi-Wan becomes aware of his dubious gift, he finds ways to work around it. When the other younglings come up with ridiculous dares or tell him to hand over his slice of Shuura cake from the refectory, he has no choice but to comply. Instead, he rebels in other ways. He shows them up in his classes, he stages pranks as a kind of revenge, and he never, ever lets anyone know about his secret gift. He learns that compliance can be a malicious thing and that there can be a vast difference between what someone says and what they mean.
After shoving a slice of cake in someone's face, attempting to climb the tallest tree in the greenhouses, and interrupting a lesson by Master Nu with an impassioned recital of the Jedi Code at the top of his lungs before refusing to say another word, Obi-Wan is sent to Master Yoda, fearing for his future with the Jedi Order. He assumes that Master Yoda is going to send him away, to the Agricorps or some kind of orphanage for wayward almost-Jedi. Clearly, he is more trouble than he is worth.
But Master Yoda is more perceptive than that. He senses that the Force moves strangely around Obi-Wan and gets Obi-Wan to describe what it feels like when someone tells him to do something. What it is like to be helpless sometimes against the need to do what he is told.
Yoda doesn't tell Obi-Wan to leave the Order. One way or the other, that decision will be made for him, when a Master comes forward to take him on as a padawan or doesn't.
What he does say still manages to change Obi-Wan's life forever.
"A great and terrible gift this is, young one. Know that already, you do. Difficult, your life will be, because of it and harder, you should not make it.
'A secret, your obedience must be. Tell no one of your gift, lest they use it against you."
Obi-Wan blinks, eyes wide. His mouth hangs open for only a moment before the words come out, "Yes, Master."
From then on, Obi-Wan tries his best to keep his head down. He wants to become a padawan, dreams of one day being a Jedi Knight, and so he tries his best in his classes, learns to turn the other cheek when others attempt to rile him. He becomes kind and thoughtful, and surrounds himself with a few good and trusted friends, who, while playful and rambunctious, would never try to order him around.
His efforts pay off when Qui-Gon decides to take him as his padawan.
It takes Qui-Gon a long time to learn what makes Obi-Wan different from other padawans. This is mainly because Obi-Wan Kenobi is already so different from himself and so different from the boy Qui-Gon heard tales about from the crechemasters when Obi-Wan was in their care. He is quiet, though curious, and rule-following to a fault. Where is the rebellious boy that was nearly kicked out of the Temple for attempting to leap into the Serenity Pond at the center of the Room of a Thousand Fountains with all of his clothes still on?
This boy does what he is told and he never talks back, even when Qui-Gon desperately wants him to. After a few years, Qui-Gon resigns himself to the idea that the Council must see him as too much of a maverick even now and that when Yoda recommended Obi-Wan to him as a padawan, citing their similarities, it was an attempt to reign him in. The equivalent of pairing the talkative kid in class with the quiet one, in the hopes that some of the latter's goodness might rub off on the former.
That is, until Melida/Daan. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are sent to rescue Master Tahl and become entangled in the conflict there. The role of the Jedi is to negotiate peace and until the Melida and the Daan are ready to do so, there is no place for the Jedi among them. Qui-Gon tells Obi-Wan it is time to leave and for once, Qui-Gon sees a fight on his young padawan's face.
His feet move toward the waiting ship's ramp in halting, laborious steps while his hands fist at his sides and his face tightens into a grimace. Obi-Wan reaches out for the nearest thing available to him, a crate of supplies in the hangar bay, and grabs on tight, even as the rest of his body tries to pull him towards the ship.
"No, Master. I can't!" Obi-Wan grunts as he loses his grip on the crate and flails for something else. "I can help them, I know I can. Please let me stay."
Qui-Gon watches in horror as Obi-Wan's body eventually wins out and he stands next to him on the ramp, clutching one of the pistons for balance. Whatever power held sway over Obi-Wan for those few fraught moments is gone as quickly as it arrived, leaving him red-faced and breathless in its absence.
He leaves Obi-Wan on Melida/Daan and puzzles over that scene at the ship's ramp long after the fight is over and Obi-Wan returns to the Order. He never quite manages to discover the secret of Obi-Wan's gift, but he is certain to never give him another order he cannot refuse ever again.
Even at the end of his life, when he has been cut down by Darth Maul and Obi-Wan has him cradled in his arms, Qui-Gon is sure to phrase his last wishes just so.
"He is the Chosen One, Obi-Wan. Will you train him?"
"I will, Master."
Training Anakin doesn't feel like a choice, at least not at first. Obi-Wan fights the Council for the right to train him, pushes past his own misgivings and sets aside his grief, not because he really believes in the prophecy in the way Qui-Gon did but because it was the last thing his Master ever asked of him.
At night, Obi-Wan wishes that Qui-Gon had ordered him to train Anakin, wishes that he knew how to do this one thing right. He silently begs the Force: if his obedience was ever good for anything, let it help him in this.
And yet, training Anakin is a choice, one he makes every single day. Harder at the start and then easier once he actually gets to know the boy. Anakin is stubborn and willful, scarred by his time as a slave in ways Obi-Wan will never fully understand. He doesn't make demands of Obi-Wan. He doesn't make demands of anyone. He is a kindhearted and curious boy who deeply misses his mother and has latched onto Obi-Wan like the last life-preserver on a sinking ship. It takes time for him to grow comfortable at the Temple, for him to trust that all that he loves will not be taken away from him a second time, and for him to grow into a teenager more secure in his place in the world.
The first time Anakin enacts Obi-Wan's gift against him, he is fifteen and they have been arguing. He has been sneaking out at night, fighting with one of the other padawan's, and is falling behind in his galactic history coursework. The bright and friendly young boy Obi-Wan met years ago has become sullen and moody, no more so than many other teenagers but something of an anomaly within the Temple.
Anakin stalks off to his room, slamming the automatic door behind him as best he can, and shouts at Obi-Wan through it to leave him alone.
It takes Obi-Wan a full day to realize what Anakin has done. He makes himself scarce in their rooms before Anakin wakes the next morning. He avoids meeting him in the refectory and after lessons. It is only when he cannot force himself to return to their apartments at the end of the day that he seeks out Master Yoda and begs him to contradict Anakin's order. He can't let Anakin think that Obi-Wan is so upset with him as to actually leave.
Master Yoda negates the command but before he lets Obi-Wan return to his quarters, he cautions him against allowing himself to become too attached to the boy.
This is where I think there is a lot of room to play around with this idea and probably where an actual story would take place with the rest as background.
While the premise of the fic isn’t doesn’t necessarily have to lead to obikin, that’s simply the lens through which I view the world so it does.
One night, when Anakin is still a padawan, he returns back to their quarters late after a night out where Obi-Wan is still awake and waiting for him. He stumbles into the room, brushing aside Obi-Wan’s concern, before landing on their couch instead of in his bedroom. He is drunk, clearly, but not so far gone as to be unwell. His limbs are loose and his smile is easy and he relents eagerly when Obi-Wan kneels down to pull of his boots in order to keep them off of the furniture. His eyes go wide and his smile falls as he sees Obi-Wan down there, his mouth forming a confused little ‘oh’.
Before Obi-Wan can ask what is wrong, Anakin says, “kiss me,” and Obi-Wan does. He presses up from his knees, leans over Anakin and kisses him.
It is a soft, quiet kiss on the lips. Neither of them moving beyond simple pressure. To Obi-Wan’s later shock and horror, the kiss feels good, feels right. Perhaps his mind reaches out to Anakin’s through the Force and borrows some of his alcohol-induced ease because his mind goes blank for the few brief seconds that their lips are connected, wholly at peace.
And then reality sets in and Obi-Wan pulls back sharply.
He steps back, nearly tripping over the low table in their sitting area, his hand barely grazes the skin of his lips.
“Never ask that of me again,” he tells Anakin.
And Anakin, not so far gone as to mishear the grief and heartbreak in his Master’s voice, never does.
As an adult, Obi-Wan's gift comes into play less. Few people really go around giving people orders. Obi-Wan becomes very good at stopping them before they start, redirecting people to other topics, and avoiding those who are prone to giving them.
Still, he doesn't expect Dooku to tell him to join him on Geonosis. (I think there's a really cool option where Obi-Wan goes with him or at least spends the early part of the war hearing him out) Anakin steps in almost immediately without realizing it, shouting 'no' which counteract the command.
The war itself doesn't pose as much of a problem as Obi-Wan and Yoda worry at the outset. Obi-Wan is the one giving the orders rather than receiving them and thankfully the droids' feeble commands to surrender have no effect on him.
His gift does still manage to get him into trouble on occasion. His banter with Ventress is especially charged as he parries her blades and her words. Anakin takes to leadership well, so well that on occasion he slips and manages to give Obi-Wan orders as well as his men. It doesn’t happen often, while Anakin has grown by leaps and bounds into a commander, a brother in arms, he still knows his place. Obi-Wan will always be his former master, a member of the council, and his superior. Still, when Anakin concocts a plan at a moment’s notice and tells Obi-Wan, “cover me,” before an oncoming barrage of battle droids or shouts “stay here” before running off into danger, Obi-Wan is forced to obey. It only leads to him getting shot at a handful of times.
No one but Master Yoda is aware of Obi-Wan’s secret. While Obi-Wan’s behavior is strange at times, defying explanation, no one questions it too much. He has always been this way. It would be stranger if these near misses and fits of willfulness didn’t happen to him even in the midst of a war.
When the Council asks him to go undercover as Rako Hardeen—asks not commands—Obi-Wan has reservations. Perhaps not the kind of reservations Anakin would like him to have, about the cruelty of faking his death and the convoluted nature of the plan, but about his own ability to carry out this mission and pretend to be Hardeen.
“Surely, my condition puts the entire operation in jeopardy,” he tells Master Yoda in private. “One ill-timed command and all is lost.”
“A strong and powerful Jedi you have become, young Obi-Wan, despite the difficulties your gift affords you. Quick and discerning, it has made you. Capable, you are. Trust that you can complete this mission, I do.”
Which is all Obi-Wan needs to hear before he accepts.
The reason I can’t write a fic for this yet (aside from all of the other fics I’m currently wrestling with) is because I’m not sure how I want it to end. On the one hand, I think following canon pretty closely through RotS could be very cool and angsty, leading to Obi-Wan and Anakin’s confrontation on Mustafar. Obi-Wan has to fight against both his feelings for Anakin and his gift when Anakin tells him to join him. By winning their duel, Obi-Wan breaks free from his curse at a terrible cost.
On the other hand, I also really like the idea of Palpatine finding out about Obi-Wan’s gift somehow and using it to manipulate him. He sends Obi-Wan to the Jedi Temple to commit Operation Knightfall in Anakin’s stead and actually manages to cut down a few Temple guards before crossing paths with Anakin. Palpatine ordered Obi-Wan to go to the Temple and slaughter any Jedi he met and though he does cross blades with Anakin in the halls of the Jedi Temple, he cannot bring himself to kill Anakin. He fights back against his curse and wins, leaving him and the rest of the galaxy free.
#obikin fic#obikin au#obi wan x anakin#obi wan/anakin#aniobi#i didn't expect this to be more that a couple hundred words and then suddenly it was 2k#but i needed to write it out and post it#because otherwise it was going to be the shiny new idea to distract me from my bb fic#so i'm putting this here to hold myself accountable#and also because i love this idea sooo much#come play with me in the space
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lovesick (XIV)
— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader
— word count: 5.8k
— warnings: yandere, obsessive behaviour, other content that may be triggering.
— summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late.
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"Darling."
You glance up at Namjoon, abandoning the half-finished scarf you've been slowly unraveling for the last hour. He stands at the foot of the couch, glasses slipping down his nose as he struggles to hold on to all of the books piled up in his arms.
You jump out of your seat to help him, grabbing half of the stack to place it on the table next to you with a small huff.
The books are thick and heavy, and you doubt that any of the volumes are under five hundred pages. Most of the spines in Namjoon's arms look old and weathered, like their proper place should be under a glass case in a museum instead of a library.
Namjoon breathes out a sigh of relief as he carefully deposits the rest of the books next to the others. He nudges his glasses back in place with a small chuckle as he says, "I must be getting out of shape, I don't remember them being this heavy."
"I doubt it," You mutter, sneaking a quick look at how visible Namjoon's muscles are even under his thick sweater.
"What did you say, darling? I didn't catch it," Namjoon gives you a curious look.
"Ah, it's nothing!" You flash him a quick smile, swiftly shifting your focus back to the table.
Namjoon furrows his brows at the way you suddenly avert your eyes, the tops of your cheeks growing warm. He glances down at his sweater, worried that he might have missed a stain. There's nothing that looks out of the ordinary, but Namjoon still dusts off the bright red wool for good measure, a little perplexed by the strange look you were giving him.
"I brought the books you asked for, this is everything we had on soulmates and soulbonds," Namjoon clears his throat. He steps closer to the table, picking up a few of the books before he starts sorting them into smaller piles, "These are the most recent publications and the ones furthest to the right are the oldest ones. I found a couple down in the archives too. They're not supposed to leave the library since they're so old but, well, I'm sure no one would mind a little exception. I know you'll take good care of them."
"I'll be careful," You nod, brushing a finger over the spine of what looks to be the oldest book.
"Good," Namjoon flashes you a warm grin, his dimples on show. He reaches out to stroke your hair, tucking a lock behind your ears as he gently says, "I hope they can be a nice distraction for you. I know you've been feeling down since you talked to Heejun."
"Thank you," You give him a tight smile, refusing to comment on it. You know it annoys them that you're not willing to open up more, that you don't want to talk about your emotions, but what's the use in bringing up something they won't understand? They are the ones making you sad, not Heejun.
It's been a week since you last spoke to him, and your heart still aches from it. Hearing his voice felt like splitting open a barely closed wound. You can't shake off how mournful he sounded when he said his goodbyes, like he knew you wouldn't be able to contact him again for quite some time. It has left you feeling unsettled. And, since your days are filled with nothing; you have more than enough time to think, think, and think some more. You sometimes wonder if cabin fever will take you out before the soulbond does.
It feels like time barely passes here and yet you know that the sun rises and sets, that the minutes are steadily ticking away even if you feel frozen. Using your phone finally gave you an opportunity to pinpoint the date. The day you talked to Heejun was December 11th and now that one week has already passed, there are only seven days left until Christmas. It's odd to think back to how you celebrated the holidays last year, and how different your life was then. You knew of your soulmates but you didn't know them. You were scared but you were free.
You shake yourself loose from your thoughts as Namjoon presses a soft kiss to your cheek, catching the tail end of his sentence as he says, "– for you, just call for me if you need any help, darling."
"Great, I'll do that," You say. Namjoon doesn't seem to have noticed your wavering attention.
You can only assume he mentioned he would leave you to read in peace, as he gives you another warm smile before he straightens up and exits the room. You hear him greet Hoseok in the kitchen, their voices just distant enough that you can't pick up on what they're talking about.
Taking a deep breath, you try to empty your mind to focus on the task at hand. You did ask Namjoon for these books for a reason, so you must utilize the time you have. Namjoon seems to have borrowed the entire section the library has on soulmate-related books, so it's only a matter of time before someone comes asking for them.
You decide you might as well begin with the newer books first, they should hopefully contain all the information and studies that have been done on the bond over the last three hundred years or so. You grab one that looks somewhat familiar to you, a newer edition of a volume you're sure you did a paper on back in middle school. Skimming through it, you quickly skip to the section that talks more in-depth about bonds. You already know all of the basics, the history, the tale of the first two soulmates – it's practically ingrained into you from birth. What you need is something different, something uncommon in the sea of familiar facts.
You're disappointed when you realize that the book barely touches upon soulbonds with more than two people. Having two or more soulmates isn't that uncommon but it's also not the norm. The most you've ever heard of was a group of five soulmates and they were treated as a media spectacle from the moment they announced it. You remember the headlines reading along the lines of rare, strange and unprecedented – so you can only imagine that if there are more groups like them out there, they're keeping quiet about it. The soulmates that did choose to step forward about their bond were insistent that it was the same as a bond between two people; they all loved each other and their connection was equally as strong for every soulmate. Their situation was clearly very different from yours.
You close the book with a huff, moving on to the next one. There's a brief mention that soulbonds with more than two soulmates require a bit more work, but that's all. It's barely enough to fill a sentence. Your frustration only grows with every book you look through, it's just the same information regurgitated over and over. You know there's something out there though, the story Namjoon told you shortly after you had woken up at the cabin must come from somewhere. Namjoon might have found the excerpt online but you do recall that it was supposedly from an old and rather obscure book.
Your gaze drifts over to the book that looks like it's falling apart at the seams, the etching on the cover so old that the letters have been lost to time. You find yourself holding your breath as you gingerly pick it out of the pile, wincing as you feel the pages shift within the book. There's a small note attached to the front of it, one that reads: NO PUBLIC ACCESS. For a split second it makes you pause, thoughts that it might actually be a valuable book crossing your mind, but you quickly disregard them. If this book was important, it would've never been left to rot in the library archive.
Carefully placing it in front of you, you open the front of the book slowly, mindful to prop it up with your hand so that you're not causing too much tension to the spine. The insides look as tattered as the front, the title page barely legible. The font is cursive and swooping, the letters blending together so well it's hard to make out much of it. In the end, all you can decipher is that it says soulmates and that it was written in the year 1783.
You turn the page, squinting at the faded words. The layout of it reminds you more of a diary than a book, with random dates placed before every entry. They explain how the author decided to travel around to gather stories about soulmates, soulbonds and the people they met along the way. After some twenty-odd pages, you finally come across what looks to be a table of contents. Tracing your finger down the side, you halt as you make out the words nucleus bonds.
Bingo.
You feel your pulse kick up a beat as you flip to the correct page. The title reads 'Highly unusual cases of soulbonds and soulmates' and you can tell from the first sentence that this must be the excerpt Namjoon had found online.
It describes just what Namjoon talked about; that while there's always a risk of one soulmate feeling the bond more intensely than the other, the probability of it happening is heightened the bigger the bond is. Skewed bonds are typically seen in groups of four or more soulmates, as it is likely that one soulmate in particular becomes the nucleus of the bond – the center that holds it all together. The book goes on to mention examples, old cases of nucleus bonds you've never heard of. They seem more like fables than true stories, all of them more fantastical than the last, but it does seem that Namjoon was right. In the olden days, nucleus bonds were viewed as a gift bestowed upon them from the heavens. That the ones that found themselves experiencing it were special – powerful.
"What a fucking joke," You sigh.
The only thing this bond has made you feel is helpless.
There's a small paragraph at the end of the page, one you suspect wasn't included on the digital scan Namjoon found.
While powerful, nucleus bonds can quickly go awry if the proper precautions are not taken to ensure the bond's well-being. For ill effects of the bond, please see the entry on Lovesickness.
You feel your mouth go dry, a heavy pit settling in your stomach. This must be it. You can't help the slight tremble to your fingers as you flip to the correct page, unease and excitement blending into a confusing feeling. You desperately want to know what's going on, if there's something that's causing the boys to act the way that they are, but the title worries you. Not all illnesses can be cured. You've survived on the small hope that you might be able to help them but if that gets taken away, what will you have left?
You chew on the inside of your cheek, nervous, as you land on the right entry.
// Lovesickness
Lovesickness, or soul sickness, occurs when the bond between two or more soulmates is neglected. This illness has only been recorded in bonds with a nucleus soulmate and is thus regarded as a prominent ill effect. While skewed bonds may occur in any soulbond, it is even more likely to do so in instances where one soulmate is viewed as the nucleus. It is a dangerous soulbond, as it makes the other soulmates unstable and there is an especially high risk that they will crave closeness with the nucleus to make up for the weakened connection to the rest of their soul-group. The other soulmates or "the outsiders", are known to grow irrational, obsessive, angry, highly emotional, and in some extreme cases, they can even be influenced by other outsiders' emotions despite their weakened bond. After first contact is made, it is imperative that the affected soulmates spend time together to minimize the risk of soul sickness. Failing to do so will have grave consequences. //
"Oh gods," You whisper, staring at the book in mild horror.
If what the book is saying is correct, then that means that everything that has happened over the last year isn't completely their fault.
The soulbond must have started slowly poisoning their minds ever since they met years ago. They didn't even know they were soulmates back then, not until that night in Hoseok's shop, so you can't imagine they have been able to nurture the bond properly. Their connection was so weak they probably mistook it as simply wanting to become friends and even though you know they're all close, you also know that their schedules are so conflicting that it's impossible for all of them to hang out as much as they should have. The bond was practically doomed even before they met you.
It makes sense that they all came together before you did, that perhaps there was a part of them that couldn't seek the nucleus out before they had collected the rest of the group. The sickness must've become even worse once they did find you – festering and growing stronger the longer they tried to stay away. You wonder if it was the bond that made them keep their distance back then. If their souls recognized that your connection to them was weaker than it was supposed to be, maybe that's part of what made them so scared to approach you. Regardless, it had likely reached a critical point when they decided to kidnap you, their souls so affected, so warped, by the illness that they had no other choice.
All of this – everything that has happened – has been out of their control. How were they supposed to fight an illness they didn't know they had?
You cover your face with both hands, muffling your choked breaths. You feel lost in a way you haven't before. Their actions are still not excused, you can't find it in yourself to forgive them for all the hurt and trauma they've caused you. But you can understand why they ended up going down the path they did now, because, well, it turns out they didn't have much of a choice at all.
There's no right answer here and you're finding yourself at a loss of what to do. You doubt that telling them about it will change anything, not when they're this far gone already. They'll probably just look at it as you trying to distance yourself from them again.
You drag your fingers down your face with a low groan, glancing down at the book. The entry on lovesickness doesn't go past the page and you can't find any additional information that describes what you should do if something like this has already occurred; just that it's important to make sure that the bond doesn't get messed up in the first place. With the book being so old, well over two hundred years, it's not like you can reach out to the author for help either. But there must be something you can do.
Thrumming your fingers against the table, you shift your focus towards the kitchen, to the soft sound of Hoseok's laughter. Now that you think about it, the boys have become more trusting, more mellow, over the past months. They have started leaving you alone for longer periods of time and they have calmed down significantly compared to when they first brought you here. Perhaps.. If your distance is what worsened their illness, maybe this – being close – is what is going to cure them? You doubt it can ever bring them back to normal, whatever that may be, but it could help stabilize them.
If you try, really try, to accept them for what they are now and return their affection, it might help the bond settle faster.
You give yourself a weak nod, closing the book as you push yourself up on your feet. You don't like thinking about affection, love, as just a means to an end, but it's not like the situation you're in is normal. You're willing to do anything if it'll get you out of here, and in the end, you're doing this to help both yourself and them. You might have tried to deny it this whole time but it doesn't change the fact that they're still your soulmates. As awful as it is, you have some responsibility over them too.
You ignore the queasy feeling lingering in your stomach, shaking out your limbs before you muster up the most genuine smile you can. You just have to try.
"Hey guys," You call out, crossing the common room to go join Hoseok and Namjoon in the kitchen, "What are you up to?"
Soft sunlight streams in through the windows, warming your feet just so as you stand in one of the illuminated patches on the floor. There's activity from every corner of the cabin, Sundays being the only day all of them are able to gather at the same time. It's been four days since you realized just how messed up your bond is and you've been trying your best to stop pushing the boys away since then.
You look wistfully out of the window, the white snow sparkling under the sun. You haven't really been much outside since you tried to escape, their trust in you is too broken to allow you to. The most you've done is stand on top of the stairs with the door open; Namjoon waiting a few steps down in case you should be stupid enough to try to run, and Seokjin behind you, holding on to one of your hands.
You miss being able to walk around and move your body more, and you truly are beginning to go a little stir-crazy.
"Hi baby," Jimin croons as he wraps his arms around your waist, gluing himself against your back, "What are you thinking about?"
You lean into Jimin's hold, your heart quickening at the kiss he plants at the back of your neck. You let out a small sigh as you confess, "I'm bored."
"Bored, hm? Anything in particular you'd like to do? I can think of a few ways to waste time."
You can hear the smirk in Jimin's voice, heat rising to your cheeks as you remember the night you spent together.
"Actually–" You pause, bracing yourself for a negative reaction before you say, "I'd like to do something outside today. The weather is so nice."
Jimin's arms tighten around you like a snake, so tense you worry they might pop right off his body. "Outside?" He echoes.
"What's outside?" Hoseok seems to have abandoned whatever he was doing earlier in his room, his sudden appearance startling you slightly.
"Y/n was just telling me that she's bored and that she wants to do something. Outside," Jimin fills him in, voice void of any emotion.
Hoseok is silent as he walks across the room, meeting your gaze with raised eyebrows as you turn to look at him. He doesn't look away until he's standing next to you and Jimin, his eyes briefly flickering down to the death grip the younger has on you before they fly back to your face. "Why would you want that, sunshine?"
It's not an immediate no – so you jump on the chance to play it up a little and use it to your advantage.
"I just want to hang out with you guys outside, maybe do something fun. I just thought it would be nice to do something, you know, together," You pout. The sparkling snow in your peripheral gives you an idea. "Maybe a snowball fight?"
Hoseok shares a look with Jimin over your shoulder, one that's long enough to almost make you nervous. Jimin eventually relaxes when Hoseok gives him a nod. It's hard to tell what's going through his head but surprisingly, Hoseok doesn't seem too put off by the idea. Maybe they really have begun to trust you again, or maybe this is just another test. Either way, it's something you can make use of.
Hoseok reaches out to touch your cheek, his lips curving into a heart-shaped smile as he says, "That sounds like a good idea, sunshine. I'll go ask the others if they want to join."
"I call dibs on being on Y/n's team," Jimin says, smug.
Hoseok's smile grows a little more dangerous as he moves his attention back to Jimin, "We'll see about that, Jiminie."
You grunt as Seokjin tugs firmly on your jacket, sending you a step forward.
You're wearing so many layers you can barely move, all of them too big. The boys took great joy in dressing you up in their winter clothes, as nothing you have at the cabin is fit for withstanding the cold. You're glad you don't have to freeze, but the fact that everything you're wearing is too big doesn't evade you. They must still be worried about you trying to run away if they're trying to impede your ability to move.
You know not to make a fuss about it though, it's better to just go along with their whims when it's something so harmless.
"Watch your chin," Seokjin warns before he drags the zipper up, sealing you in.
"Thanks," You say, nodding for good measure. Your voice is so muffled behind Jungkook's thick scarf that you can barely hear your own voice.
Seokjin flashes you a grin, gesturing to the door. "Go on then, sweetheart. You're going to overheat if you stay inside here for too long."
You waddle over to the door, practically dragging your feet with how heavy the boots you borrowed from Namjoon are. You can hear the others talking outside, only Seokjin left behind as he volunteered to help you get everything on. You're admittedly glad you didn't just brush him off because there's no way you would be able to bend down with how thick your jacket and snow pants are.
A burst of biting cold air hits you as you open the door. It takes you a moment to get used to the temperature difference but once you do, you shuffle down the stairs as quickly as you can manage. Hearing the snow crunch under your boots and feeling the sun warm the little skin you have exposed makes your heart swell. You finally feel alive again.
"Y/n, there you are!" Taehyung throws the half-formed snowball in his hands to the ground, waving you over to where the rest of them are busy shoveling snow. The boys have already managed to clear a decent-sized patch, patting the shoveled snow into two barriers on the opposite sides of the cleared ground. Jungkook and Yoongi have even had time to start making two piles of snowballs, stacking up a good amount of them.
Taehyung is sporting a wide smile by the time you make it over, his eyes twinkling as he opens his mouth.
"Don't say anything," You cut him off, huffing from the restrictive layers. Taehyung holds up his hands in surrender, chuckling as you try (and fail) to cross your arms.
"I wasn't going to," He looks you up and down once, biting down on his lip to stifle his laughter. "But if I was, I'd say you look like a cute marshmallow."
You groan. "This is way too much! I can barely move."
"It's just to keep you warm, babe. We don't want you getting sick," Taehyung bops your nose with his glove. "Your team will cover you during the fight anyway, you won't have to move around too much."
"Fine, if you say so," You murmur, not entirely convinced. You know all of the boys, especially Jungkook, have a competitive streak, so you doubt it's going to be as easy as Taehyung makes it seem.
"Seokjin hyung!" Taehyung calls out as he looks over your shoulder, "Hurry up! We need to divide the teams!"
It's quickly decided that the best way to do so is by playing Rock-Paper-Scissors. It takes a few rounds to get it right but in the end, you're teamed up with Hoseok, Seokjin, and Namjoon, while the other four make up the opposing team.
"My poor angel, I can't believe she's been doomed to be on the losing team," Jimin sighs, all dramatic. He shoots Seokjin a teasing smile, like he just knows his hyung won't be able to resist rising to the bait.
"Losing team?!" Seokjin exclaims, just as predicted, poking his finger into Jimin's chest, "How are you expecting to win? You and Yoongi are too short to even look over the barrier!"
"Hey! Don't drag me into this," Yoongi pouts, swatting Seokjin's hand away from Jimin. "Let's just start the game. Namjoon, what are the rules?"
Namjoon claps his hands together, gathering everyone's attention. "Alright, so the rules are very simple. You're allowed to run up to the line that goes through the middle of the cleared area. That means that some of the trees around here can be used for cover as long as you don't cross the line. If you're hit, you're out and have to wait off to the side for the game to end. One team wins when all the players on the opposite team are eliminated. Yoongi hyung and Jungkook have already made a pile of snowballs for each team, but we'll get exactly one minute before the game starts to make as many additional ones as possible."
"Everyone got it?" He asks, looking around the group. You all chime out yes, watching as Namjoon pulls out his phone and sets the timer to 60 seconds.
"Okay, as soon as I hit this, the game starts! Three, two, one– Go!"
You hurry as best you can over to the closest barrier, letting Hoseok drag you along to give you some extra speed. He helps you kneel once you reach it, looking over at Seokjin and Namjoon as he asks, "Okay, so what's our plan? We can't let sunshine get hit."
"They have Jungkook, so they're going to go in for an intense attack right away. I think our best bet is to just wait until they start slowing down and then attack back. Jimin is probably going to try to sneak closer to the line once it dies down from their side, so let's try to take him out quickly," Namjoon says, keeping his voice low enough that it won't carry over to the other team.
"Sounds good," Seokjin hums. He hastily forms another snowball, adding it to the growing pile beside you.
"I think you better try to stay out of the way as much as possible, darling, they can get pretty brutal," Namjoon adds, shooting you a worried look.
"That's probably for the best," You agree, slumping further down behind the barrier. There's no way you'll be able to play when you're this bundled up, you doubt you'll be able to duck in time if you even attempt to throw a snowball.
"Okay, then–" Namjoon's eyes go wide as the alarm on his phone rings out into the near quiet forest. He mutters a curse as he ducks down the best he can, fumbling to turn it off.
The moment it goes silent, mayhem breaks loose. Snowballs start raining down immediately, hitting the barrier with dull thuds. You squeak as one lands right in front of your knees, nearly hitting you. You quickly shuffle to the side, practically crawling, as you hear the other team yell and taunt yours to fight back.
Just as the attack begins to wind down, Namjoon gestures for the rest of you to lay low while he peeks over the edge.
He's hit in the shoulder before you can even blink, a burst of snow raining down on the rest of the team. Namjoon flashes you all a dumbfounded look as he stumbles back, reaching up to dust off the lingering snow as someone calls out 'You're out!' from the other side.
"They mean business," Namjoon mumbles, shaking his head as he hands his snowball over to Seokjin.
"We'll get revenge for you, Joonie," Hoseok's expression is somber, a little too serious for a snowball fight.
"They always get a little too into it, don't mind them," Seokjin whispers, pulling a face.
The moment Namjoon has safely left the area, the fight picks back up, Hoseok and Seokjin joining in on it. It doesn't take long before you hear an indignant cry coming from the other team, Seokjin yelling out a cheer at the direct hit he landed on Jimin.
You feel like a sitting duck behind the barrier, unable to help your team with how tightly you're bundled up. With the boys still distracted by the ongoing fight, you quickly unzip your jacket in your crouched position, throwing it to the side. Thanks to Seokjin going a little overboard with dressing you up, you already had another jacket underneath to keep you warm. You smile, already feeling a little lighter.
"Keep going, I'll cover your left," You murmur to Hoseok as you crawl behind him, your sight set on one of the closest trees. You ignore him as he hisses out your name, clearly confused as to why you're moving away from the barrier that's protecting you.
There's a decent gap between the edge of the barrier and the nearest tree, so you'll have to make a run for it and hope that you manage to catch the others off-guard enough that they won't be able to hit you. You take a deep breath as you bring yourself up to a crouch, placing your hands on the snow for extra support. You shoot off as fast as you can but the big snow pants slow you down significantly, almost reducing your speed to a leisurely stroll. You barely manage to duck behind the first tree, taking cover, when you hear a snowball explode against it.
"How could you aim for your soulmate?!" You hear Hoseok yell out.
"Uhm, all is fair in love and war?" Taehyung sheepishly calls back.
You huff, collecting yourself for a minute before you dare to peek around the tree. The coast seems to be clear, neither Jungkook nor Taehyung is looking your way. You can't spot Yoongi, so you can only assume he's ducked behind the barrier, making more snowballs to keep up with the tempo the two youngest are throwing them at.
It's now or never.
You use the tree to give yourself a needed push forward, running towards the much larger one that's square in the middle of the cleared area. You're so focused on making it there without getting hit from the side that it takes you a second too long to realize that someone is coming full speed right at you. You barely manage to slow down before you crash right into Yoongi, the two of you stumbling into each other. Yoongi grabs your waist to steady you just as you reach out for his shoulders, your eyes locked in surprise.
"You scared me," Yoongi wheezes, pulling you tighter against him as another snowball smacks into the tree.
"Sorry," You puff, "You caught me off-guard too."
You're both panting from the tiresome terrain, your breaths swirling up towards the sun. Yoongi's cheeks are rosy from the cold, the tip of his nose colored a precious pink. He looks so cute that you almost don't know what to do with yourself.
Your gloved hands find their way from Yoongi's shoulders to his cheeks, cupping them as you ask, "Are you cold?"
"I-" Yoongi doesn't get the chance to reply before you hear Taehyung get hit, a chorus of groans and cheers sounding from the other side of the tree.
If Taehyung is out, that means that only Yoongi and Jungkook are left. You might not have been able to do much until now, but you'd be damned if you can't at least help take Yoongi out. It might be time to play dirty, even if what you're about to do makes you feel a little bad.
You swoop in to kiss Yoongi the moment you hear Taehyung being greeted by Jimin and Namjoon, pressing your cold lips to his in a chaste kiss. You feel him going pliant in your hands as your heart begins to race, your body burning hot despite the cold.
Yoongi has a starstruck look in his eyes when you lean back, one that quickly morphs into confusion as you yell out Hoseok's name before you duck. A snowball hits Yoongi square in the chest a second later, forcing him to take a step back.
"You– Seriously?" Yoongi shoots you a betrayed look as you get back to your feet.
"I'm sorry," You flash him an apologetic smile as you brush the snow away. "I think all of the competitiveness might have rubbed off on me."
"Please forgive me?" You murmur, planting another kiss on his lips, one that lingers a little longer.
"You're gonna be the death of me," Yoongi groans, shaking his head at the bright smile he gets in response. "Hurry back to your team, Y/n, you haven't won yet."
Jungkook might be a great player, but he's no match for 3 against 1. It barely takes a minute from the moment Yoongi joins the sidelines until Hoseok lands a hit on him, finally eliminating the entire opposing team. Jungkook looks stunned that he actually got hit, eyes wide as he touches his stomach. Jimin and Taehyung groan in unison, immediately beginning to bicker about what went wrong.
"Loser team my ass, Park Jimin!" Seokjin points to the sidelines with a wide grin, laughing as Jimin flips him off.
Hoseok wraps you up in a hug, swaying you from side to side as he laughs.
"We did it!" You squeal, wrapped up in a burst of happiness as Namjoon comes running over, the entire team huddling together as you celebrate your win.
"Well done, angel, I didn't know you were so sneaky," Seokjin chuckles, kissing your cheek.
"I think we might have found our secret weapon," Hoseok agrees, eying you fondly as he ruffles your hair.
You look over to the other team as you attempt to duck away from Hoseok's hand, your smile growing bigger as you notice the other boys laughing and joking around too. Jungkook seems to be mimicking Yoongi throwing a snowball that didn't go very far, causing Jimin to laugh so hard that he falls over.
Your heart swells at the scene, at finally seeing all of the boys act normal and happy. Maybe you actually can do this. Maybe it's not too late after all.
"Come on, let's bring it in!" Namjoon grins, grabbing your hand.
As you all jump around in a circle, arms tangled together and spirits high; all you can think of is that it feels nice – special, even – like something you could get used to.
a/n: what do we think about the new information the mc found – will it change anything?? and i hope you enjoyed some domestic time spent with the soulmates! (enjoy the good vibes while they last friends <3) i know i promised taegi last time but that has been pushed back to ch 15, so apologies for that, buuut you'll get taegi and namkook smut in one ch so i think that's a good deal, no? 🙈
please leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the chapter!! it means so much to me 💖 especially now that we're nearing the end of the story 🥺
(and you know the drill, please excuse any mistakes until i have time to go through and edit!)
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aren't you hungry?
the vampy h blurb!!!!! yay!
in which y/n's never been chosen as a feeder before, but harry changes that and things get... messy.
word count: 2.8k
content warnings: vampire h, blood, smut (dirty talk, impact play, thigh riding, slight pain kink)
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"One of our members has requested your presence."
Y/N's eyes widen slightly at the well-dressed man standing in front of her. He'd tapped her shoulder, pulling her from giggling with her friends on a break from the dance floor. She'd expected some guy trying to buy her and her friends drinks, or maybe a drunk girl who lost her own friends — truth is, she'd never expected to see one of them behind her.
She's only visited this club a couple of times and she wasn't chosen the first time. It was fine with her — she figured she wasn't their taste and she was alright with that knowledge, especially since the kid in her class who mentioned this mysterious spot told her to keep her expectations low. He'd mentioned that he'd only seen a few people get picked before, regardless of how pretty or handsome someone was.
She and her friends kept coming on occasion, though, mainly when they'd had busy weeks and needed somewhere fun to unwind. It was a little far from the college town they lived in, a 30 minute drive or so, and it was less likely to see anyone they knew from school. For that reason, Y/N felt more comfortable letting loose and taking on a persona she normally didn't have.
She felt sexier here. Hotter. More confident.
And there's a twinge of anxiety plucking at her stomach when she realizes that she has been chosen. Her friends are equally as surprised but with raised eyebrows that say you better tell us everything, they encourage her to follow the man out of the main area and up to the private section upstairs.
He doesn't say anything else — no other details are revealed about who wants to feed on her, instead just guiding her away from the crowded, sweaty room. They step into an elevator and she watches as he presses the only button on the panel, folding his hands neatly in front of him. When they arrive, she follows him down a hallway and finally, stops in front of a closed door. He knocks once and walks away.
With a fluttering heart and sweaty hands, Y/N swallows harshly as the door swings open, revealing a tall man with long, curly brown hair. He looks only a few years older than she is, though she knows the age difference likely teeters on one hundred.
"Hello," he greets curtly, stepping aside to let her in, "How are you?"
She mumbles out a "good" as she nervously brushes past him. She's not sure what she was expected, but it looks like any old hotel room, just a lot darker — there are blackout curtains and plushy bedding in a deep red hue folded onto a large mattress. There isn't a television or any mirrors (she wonders if that old myth about vampires is true, then), and it doesn't look like the man who's requested her has spent any time at all here. Everything looks completely pristine.
She hears the door click shut behind her and she turns around to take him in. He's beautiful, but she's heard that most of them are. His face is angular, his stature intimidating, but she supposes that's not out of the ordinary for his kind. It's the first time she's ever been alone with a vampire.
"I take it you know why you were asked up here."
She takes a shallow breath, suddenly self-conscious of her rapid heartbeat, knowing that he can probably hear it from a foot away.
She licks her dry lips and nods, "I think so."
He nods, thumbing at the top buttons on his silky shirt, "Can I answer any questions for you?"
She shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably. "You're... you want to drink my blood, right?"
"Yes," he says with a slight smirk, "Anything else?"
"Why me?"
He furrows his eyebrows, a look of confusion painting his face as he sits on the edge of the bed.
"I'm not sure I understand. You know what this club is for, I'd assume."
"I mean, kind of, I just heard about it in one of my classes," she replies with a shrug, "I've just been here a few times and was never chosen before and I was wondering... like, why tonight, I guess. I figured I wouldn't be picked after that first time."
He nods slowly. "Can I ask for your name?"
"Y/N."
"Y/N, I don't come here often. I don't fancy the thought of feeding on desperate humans in a sweaty club, especially if they're poisoning their bodies with alcohol and drugs and whatever else. And on the nights I do come, maybe once or twice a year, I've never asked for anyone."
She swallows at that, her pulse quickening as he leans back on his elbows, the expanse of his chest shimmering through the soft fabric of his shirt.
"But the second you arrived tonight... I could hear your heartbeat and smell how sweet your blood is," he murmurs, pinching his bottom lip between his fingertips, "I couldn't fathom the idea of letting you go without getting a taste."
Her heart is beating even faster in her chest now. Everything about this situation should be triggering her fight-or-flight response, but instead, she's entranced. She doesn't know if it's because he has some strange vampire powers over her and yet, even if that's the reason, she can't find it in her to care.
"I apologize if that makes you uncomfortable. I hope you know you're not expected to do anything — to give me anything — if you don't want to."
She shakes her head quickly, the sudden thought of not allowing him to pierce her skin her worst nightmare. "No, I... I just don't understand what's so special about me, I guess."
He shrugs. The quick turn to nonchalantness bothers her.
"It may not be anything that you do or don't do. A lot of it comes down to biology. But if I'm being completely honest... I spent the first hour or so watching you downstairs with your friends," he admits, making her face warm, "You're kind, very considerate and sweet. Gorgeous, of course. It just made me want to know more."
"And you're not just saying that to drink my blood?"
He chuckles. "No, Y/N. I'm not just saying that."
"What's your name, then?" She asks, sitting down next to him and crossing her legs, "Since you know all this stuff about me."
He resists the urge to roll his eyes and laughs lightly. "Harry."
"Harry," she repeats, allowing the syllables to roll off her tongue. She can feel him watching her, his neck turned slightly to keep his gaze on her side profile. "And how long have you been a vampire?"
He contemplates her question, lulling his head to the side as he does some mental math. It's been awhile since anyone asked him any personal questions, especially because the people he does hang out with on occasion have been around just as long.
"I think I turned sometime in the early 1900s, though I'm not entirely sure. The first few years are a bit of a blur."
Her heart speeds again, and his smiles to himself when he hears the swift pitter patter pick up.
"How do you normally feed? Since you said you don't come here often."
"Vampires have different ways of eating, similar to how humans do," he replies easily, flexing his ring-clad hands out in front of him, "I tend to favor blood banks, but other vampires will feed from animals. And some just prefer this, or having consistent feeders in their rotation."
She nods her head and purses her lips before turning to him, a defiant look on her face.
"Okay, then. How do you go about feeding from me?"
Harry quirks an eyebrow, surprised at the sudden change of subject. She's more... flighty than he anticipated, but he likes that about her. He thinks.
"Generally... I can feed from anywhere, but the neck is one of the more... sensitive spots that humans enjoy," he murmurs, eyes flicking to the soft skin covering her throat, "Um, it'll hurt at first, when I puncture. But it's quickly replaced with a euphoric sensation. I should warn you, some humans can... orgasm while they're being fed from."
Her eyes widen, "Really? Has that ever happened with people you've bitten?"
"Yes," he nods, quickly blinking away images of her desperately rutting against his thigh as he sucks at her neck. "It depends on the person. It has nothing to do with me, but again, it's a very pleasurable feeling. That's why humans enjoy doing it."
She nods her head and swallows, trying her best to seem cavalier about the situation. In reality, she very much wasn't — it was all very out-of-character for her, but there was still something pulling her in and drawing her to Harry. Thinking about how she was moments away from offering her neck to him and potentially orgasming in front of him was... overwhelming and nerve-wracking, but... what? Intriguing? She wonders if this is scratching some sort of itch she has for a one night stand. She knows Harry is an immortal supernatural creature, but she's only human.
His deep voice breaks her out of her thinking.
"If that changes things for you, please tell me. I won't be upset."
"No. I want to do this," she suddenly decides, "Aren't you hungry?"
If she thinks she's attempting to be flippant, Harry takes the cake time and time again. He shrugs his shoulders and presses his lips together in a thin line.
"A little, but I can go without."
A stroke of bravery strums through her body. Harry had wanted her up here. He's the one that made this happen. He requested her.
She understands he's probably fibbing for her sake, and she can appreciate that. But if this was going to happen, he needed to be clear.
Y/N straightens her posture and flips her hair to the side, her neck bare from any jewelry or marks. He notices a few beauty marks smattered along her jaw and chest — he thinks that if he was breathing, the oxygen would've hitched in his throat.
"Do you need me?" she asks, trying to ignore the twinge of embarrassment she felt at attempting to seduce a vampire, "You had him bring me up here. You watched me. Do you need me?"
If he's stunned, he maintains his composure well. Instead, he clears his throat, running his tongue over his teeth, feeling where his fangs threaten to jut from his gums.
"It's a yes or no, Harry."
His resolve is quickly crumbling and it warms Y/N's body to know that she finally has the upper-hand. He thinks for a moment, but the selfish, primal side of him that's desperately craving the taste of her blood is stronger than the sensible part he typically relies on.
"Yes." he finally answers, breathing out harshly through his nose, "Yes, I need to taste you."
"Do it, then."
When he receives her consent, everything moves lightning fast, making her head spin. Before she even realizes that he's touching her, she's being pulled into his lap, his strong arms wrapping her thighs around his waist. She gasps and he shushes her, the small expression of dominance making her core flutter.
"You're going to get a little floaty," Harry advises softly, ducking his nose into the crook of her neck. He inhales, using his last few moments of consciousness to counsel her through it. It makes her lips part but he squeezes her hip, bringing her back. "It'll be hard for you to know if it's too much or you need me to stop, and I promise to show as much self-control as I can."
"O-okay," she mumbles, tilting her head back slightly. He scowls into her neck, his other hand forming a tight fist in his lap.
"If you need me to stop, squeeze me or hit me or do something. Got it?"
She nods, already feeling entirely overwhelmed by his entire being. It's all uphill, she realizes when he noses deeper into her skin, and before she has the chance to process it's happening, he does it — two sharp punctures into her throat, a sting of pain making her gasp followed by the most intense, full-body ecstasy she's ever felt.
She's immediately floating on clouds of pleasure, whimpers falling from her lips as he sucks at her messily. Her eyes are shut but if they weren't, she doesn't even think she'd be disgusted by her blood trailing down his chin. Everything is lovely, shades of reds and pinks stroking her vision as she squirms in his arms, holding him impossibly closer as he drinks and drinks and drinks.
It all ends too quickly, she feels, but the cloudy sensation prevents her from realizing he'd been drinking from her far longer than he would've liked. When he pops off, licking at the wound to quickly repair it, she's still drifting with hazy eyes, helplessly rubbing her core against his thigh.
"Are y'alright?" he slurs, using the silky sleeve of his blouse to clean off his mouth. She bats her eyes open and nods slowly, unaware of the arousal steadily leaking from her. He can smell it, and it makes him swallow harshly.
"Why'd you stop?" she asks.
"Don't wanna hurt you, angel."
She pouts, wiggling in his lap. "I didn't cum. I would've if you kept going."
He's heard of this before — he knows humans can feel painfully horny after getting bitten, too, but it's never actually happened to him. When he's heard his mates talking about how they just had to get their feeder off after sucking at their necks, he always assumed it was some stupid way to brag about getting laid.
But now he believes them, because Y/N looks desperate with her moony eyes and sodden panties. He can feel her warmth through them and he grits his teeth, wanting nothing more than to keep biting at her skin, even if he knows he can't.
She doesn't say another word before she's grinding her hips against his, riding the thick of his thigh and pressing her clit into it. She gasps from the friction and it makes him feel insane.
"You're rutting against me like you're a puppy in heat," he mutters, steadying her hips with his hands, "Do you really need to cum that bad?"
She nods quickly, moaning when he stops her from moving. "Please. Feels so good, I-I need it."
"Can fuckin' smell you dripping down your thighs," he says, moving her dress up her legs and plucking the width of her panties to the side to reveal her swollen pussy. He groans at the sight, using his thumb to teasingly stroke her sensitive skin. "Go on, then. Make yourself cum. Show me."
It's somewhat humiliating to have him watch her get herself off, but she's not in a mindset where embarrassment exists, so she does as he says. The slick leaking from her pussy makes a mess on his trousers but he doesn't care. How could he, when he gets to watch this beautiful girl chase an orgasm?
"There you go," Harry encourages, separating her pussy lips to expose her clit. He thumbs at it, eliciting a load moan to fall from her mouth. "Did I find your sweet little button, baby? Is this what you need to cum?"
"Yes!" she exclaims, panting desperately. The coil in her tummy is getting tighter, threatening to explode as he presses small circles into the swollen bundle of nerves. It's so good — she's never gotten off so quickly before, her eyes misting at the overwhelming bouts of pleasure funneling through her bloodstream.
"Show me how pretty you look when you cum," he demands, winding his other hand behind their bodies. He grabs at her ass, giving one cheek a full squeeze before smacking it harshly, the slapping sound echoing through the room. She moans loudly and he smirks, doing it again. "Does my little slut have a pain kink?"
She nods helplessly, broken whimpers falling from her lips. She can barely even speak from the all-encompassing bliss.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Harry mutters, switching to her other ass cheek to slap that one, "Getting off on some stranger biting at your neck, sucking your blood. Such a naughty little puppy, hm?"
She squeezes her eyes closed and he growls, shaking his head as he lifts his hand, smacking her cheek and roughly grabbing her cheeks, smushing them together. "Eyes on me, slut. Keep them open while you cum."
It's the final bit of roughness that does her in; her pussy fluttering and contracting around gushes of arousal that seep from her hole and onto the fabric of his pants. He groans out as he watches her, never ceasing the movements on her clit. She's drooling down her chin when her orgasm finally subsides and he smiles, patting her cheek lightly.
"I'm gonna keep you, puppy," he murmurs, nosing at her jaw before pressing a soft kiss to the skin. She nods, panting loudly. "Yeah. You're mine now."
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Hii 💕 can I request where Gale,Wyll,Halsin,Astarion are cuddling with a female Tav in the middle of the night the owl bear cub walks up to them and stares before trying to cuddle her as well thank you💕 sorry to bug
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How would the boys react to Tav cuddling with them at night ft. The owlbear cub!
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“Gods, does it really have to join us? Yes? Oh, fine. But don't put the poor thing near me, darling, it smells! Don't give me that look, I said what I said.”
He likes the cub don't worry
It was a quiet night with you and Astarion, one which was spent with a couple of bottles of wine and the occasional silent laughter. All but him and you were awake at this time, bickering and bantering as the alcohol slowly sank in.
It started off with his usual snarky remarks in regards to your companions (Gale), then about the various foes you've both slayed and how they were absolutely hideous. Oh, and how he nearly broke a nail. He’s devastated.
Even so, the both of you were content with each other’s presence. a sudden warmth filling his otherwise undead heart.
Though he didn't admit it out loud just yet, he had never felt more alive in his life. Every moment he spent with you was making up for all the years of suffering he had been out through.
Who knew that one quiet night alone by the campfire could make him feel… hopeful. Hopeful that whatever you both may face, he wouldn't have to stand alone in fear. He has you.
And just when he thought the moment was right. Just when he thought he could finally lean in for the sweet kiss he’d finally come to initiate himself, that was when you both heard a sudden chirp.
The face he made when he suddenly saw his midnight snack the owlbear cub nudging against you was priceless, he couldn't decide whether he wanted to curse it or awe at the poor thing.
I mean. It was an adorable sight. But gods damnit this was supposed to be his moment! Nevertheless, he settled with cuddling both you and the owlbear (to his reluctance, he's still quite bitter about it.)
: ̗̀➛GALE
“Well hello there little one! I wasn't particularly expecting to have another join such a special night but how can I to turn away this fuzzy friend of ours? Perhaps I could put on another light show! Dedicated to the both of you this time. How does that sound?”
He was in the midst of conjuring a few light spells here and there as you two nuzzled up together, giving you a tiny little light show all for you.
He simply adored the twinkle in your eyes every time he began to show a few magic tricks here and there, anything to make you smile of course.
This man would light up the sky with the most brilliant of stars for you, but trust and believe that above all the comets and moons above, you will always be the most radiant thing he could have ever admired.
He probably would have tried to teach you a simple trick or two (assuming you aren't already a knowledgeable wizard such as himself), so both of you could light up the sky together.
He could have written a hundred love letters all in your name right then and there and still, each word could never have captured just how deeply he treasures you.
All his time studying and channeling the weave in all of its forms and yet all of the comforts and powers it may hold could never compare to the ultimate bliss he feels when he's with you.
He was a mere second from pulling you closer, a tiny inch closer from finally pressing a sweetened kiss against those spellbinding lips of yours, and he would have gotten it if it weren't for the damn owlbear pouncing atop him.
He nearly screamed He was all so good at pretending not to be startled. Despite the interruption, he could hardly remain upset for long, not when the cub was this adorable! However, he still managed to wriggle a quick kiss against the corners of your lips before you eagerly brought the owlbear closer to the both of you.
He was perfectly content with sharing you with the cute little thing, both of you felt so warm, and if he could, he’d be sleeping right then and there.
He did in fact fall asleep.
: ̗̀➛WYLL
“Oh! Well, won't you look at that! Perhaps our furry little companion would love a dance lesson of his own? No? Ha! Cuddling it is then, come here! Both of you! Nothing but another sweet thing to brighten up the mood.”
He had spent most of the night dancing away with you in his arms. In the bright glowing moonlight you looked absolutely stunning in ways dreams of his own could never compare.
While he wished for this intimate dance of yours to go on for longer, he was perfectly happy with cuddling up next to you too.
Amidst the silence of the night, he would whisper every sweet little thing he's come to adore about you, describing you in ways that could have made your heart swoon again and again.
You’d always find your own hand interlocked with his as if your hands were the only things he’d ever want to hold onto. His touch was always soft, no matter how smooth or calloused your own hands may be, he treated them as if they were the most fragile thing on earth.
The one thing that would shatter him completely is if, in the midst of cuddling, you decided to gently caress his horns or the ridges on his skin, kissing them would only take the words out of his lips. His heart is wholly yours, he couldn't ask for anything more!
If he could, he’d hum a soft tune, lulling you both into a peaceful rest where for just this night and hopefully many more, you both can be lost in a calming peace.
Everything seemed perfect, specifically the perfect time to finally plant a soft kiss against your lips. A kiss he knew would light his heart ablaze and scorch him completely, body and soul- but then he heard a soft little chirp.
He felt no bitterness at all the moment he saw those wide beady eyes of the camp’s lovely little owlcub stumble along to cuddle with you both. In fact, he practically lit up! He was already scooping up the damn thing as if it was his own child, already pulling the sweet cub into a hug.
The kisses he was going to give to you were given to the little bundle of joy, but don't worry! He does have some left reserved just for you.
: ̗̀➛HALSIN
“Hm, as they say, the more the merrier. Who am I to exclude one of nature’s own from a well-needed embrace. Isn't that right, my heart? Besides, the little one is far too adorable for me to simply ignore.”
He was already practically bear-hugging you from behind, capturing you in his arms so it was a tad bit difficult to escape. Though you could tell he was being as gentle as possible, a single tug and he’d let go of you if you so wished.
His head was buried against the crook of your neck, taking in your scent which he had come to grow absolutely obsessed with. There was always something about the way you smelled that made him all the more enchanted by you.
He wouldn’t say much, not when he was this relaxed, the sounds of nature around you both were enough to fill the silence.
You could tell that he was holding back, his hands trying their hardest to remain where they were rather than completely traveling all over your body. As much as he was able to hold himself back, it was always incredibly difficult to do so.
With your permission, his hands would go everywhere, worshipping each part of you as if you were a true deity. One that he was helplessly bewitched by.
There would be a subtle twitch from his fingers each time he touched another part of your body, almost as if he was resisting to urge to go further but he remained behaved. He would save the far more intimate nights for another day as this was supposed to be something far sweeter.
However, if you begin to touch him back? He’d be on the verge of losing himself entirely. Perhaps even a soft warning would slip out of his lips, attempting to both calm himself and stop you from pressing even further less this was what you truly wanted.
In the middle of all his resistance, he’d eventually lose control, his body once more transforming into a bear just as he always does when things became far too overwhelming for your sweet Druid, it was only the sound of a tiny chirp that managed to bring him back to his senses.
He’d calm down the moment he made eye contact with the owlbear cub, his bear form smiling down at the little creature as if he was truly pleased to see the small creature. What was going to be a rather intimate long night between you two soon became a happy little snuggle pile with you, bear Halsin, and the lovely owlbear cub.
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#bg3#baldurs gate 3#bg3 headcanon#bg3 headcanons#bg3 x reader#bg3 astarion#bg3 wyll#bg3 gale#bg3 halsin#astarion#wyll#gale#halsin
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Mattdrai and 14 please for the Game. Thank you 💜
Thank you, anon! Once again I have failed to understand the word 'mini'. Seriously never ask me to write something short I don't know how to anymore. I hope it's to your liking :)
14. things you said after you kissed me
He expects a lot of things when he walks into the airport toting his life behind him in a suitcase: the drone of hundreds of voices, the inevitable bustle of bodies, brightly lit screens flashing so much information it makes your head spin, lines, because there's always lines everywhere for everything, the smell of fifteen different coffee shops vying for traveller's attention. Fuck knows he's going to need one of those soon.
What he doesn't expect is to be grabbed mid-yawn as he's on his way to check his luggage. If he was already jittery about the move before, he nearly has a heart attack now when a hand latches onto his bicep and drags him into a shadowy alcove, half-concealed by a thick pillar.
Matthew's brain very unhelpfully provides him with the image of being mugged before he's even out of Calgary. Pissed off fans angry he's leaving for bright, sunny, warm-all-year-round Florida, perhaps? Some even more pissed off Edmontonian who saw he was leaving and came down here thinking now's my chance? He wouldn't put it past some of them.
He's not too far off the mark with that last one. When he rips his arm free and spins to face his assailant, he laughs right in their face.
"Jesus, dude, you look like a stalker."
In fairness, Leon usually dresses pretty decent. But right now he's in plain jeans and a thick, unassuming pull-over sweater--it's fucking summer in Calgary, who does that?--with the hood pulled up over a snap-back, head ducked low so the brim hides part of his face.
"Didn't want to be recognized," Leon says, somewhat defensively, like he's only now realising how very conspicuous he looks in a place like this.
"I got that." Matthew checks his phone. He's got a bit of time for... for whatever this is, so he sets his stuff down and leans against the wall across from Leon. It only puts a couple feet of space between them.
"What are you doing here?"
Leon tugs the hood and hat off his head, runs fingers through his hair. It's still pretty long--Leon's let it grow since the spring, and Matthew has very distinct memories of running fingers through it--but it's also uncharacteristically messy. He doesn't look entirely focused, either; there's shadows under his eyes.
"I came to see you," Leon says.
Suddenly, Matthew really wishes he wasn't here. Either of them. It's been two weeks since they've seen each other, since Matthew broke the news. Not that it was Leon's business. They weren't... weren't anything. Not partners, anyways. Not really. And this was Matthew's choice, his career, his future he was considering. That had to come first.
But now Leon's here, and Matthew has never wanted to run so badly in his life. This didn't feel like running before. The earth could split open and swallow him whole, and it would be kinder than that look on Leon's face, all anger and desperation and confusion and... God, he looks so fucking tired.
It's a 9am flight to Florida. It's just past six now. The sun's barely up.
"Have you slept at all?" Matthew asks, instead of a million other questions.
Leon shoves his hands in the pocket of his sweater and shakes his head. "I couldn't."
"So you drove all the way down here."
"Don't sound so surprised."
"Hard not to be when you haven't talked to me in weeks."
Leon's mouth twists. Slumped back against the wall, curled in on himself, it may be one of the few times Matthew could ever say he looks small. Fragile.
Sighing, Leon finally, finally looks Matthew in the eye. He's not scowling like the last time they met, the night he stood in Matthew's doorway and told him he didn't understand anything before storming out of Matthew's life.
"I thought we should talk. Before you go," Leon says.
Matthew does understand, now. He put it together staring at Leon's back as he disappeared into the night. He knows why Leon's really here. What he really means.
I wanted to see you.
It's amazing how many people say Leon is hard to read. He's always been an open book to Matthew, even when he was snapping and bearing his teeth. All his emotions spilling from the pages.
"Okay." Matthew swallows. "We can talk."
Neither of them does, for a minute. They stare at each other, through each other. Remembering. Committing all the little details to memory. Matthew's palms tingle with the urge to touch.
"You kissed me," Leon finally says, "then said you were leaving."
Yeah, not Matthew's finest moment, if he's being honest. But he didn't know what else to do. There was already so much turmoil around the trade and the shit going on with the Flames.
And then there was Leon. There was no way it wouldn't be gruesome.
"How long did you know?" Leon's voice is rigid, but still calm. "Would you actually have told me, if I hadn't come to see you?"
A year ago, yeah, he would have said it was none of Leon's damn business. Why would he care? But they've come a long way since then. Farther than Matthew could have anticipated. Farther than he realised, until he was staring at Leon's retreating back and silently begging him to turn around, to come back, to stay.
Of course Matthew was going to tell him. He's not an asshole. But that's not what this is about.
"Does it really matter?"
"It matters to me."
"You're not here because you're pissed I didn't tell you sooner."
He knows why Leon's here, and he knows why part of him is stupidly happy Leon is here. Even if nothing will change.
"Did you even think about how I'd--" Leon groans, scratches at the back of his head.
"I did," Matthew says, because it's the truth. Of course he thought about Leon. How could he not?
Leon's gaze drops to the floor, and he grits out, "Fuck. I wanted to do this better."
Matthew can practically hear time ticking by. His heartbeat makes a good clock, thudding away in his chest.
"What is this, Leon? What do you want?"
Dangerous question. Leon could say a million things that would make Matthew's entire resolve waver. If they're not done, if there's even a sliver of hope...
But Leon doesn't say anything. Instead he steps forward, cups Matthew's face between his hands, and kisses him. Not rough or desperate. There's no urgency. It's slow and deep and bruising, and Matthew melts into it because he could never do anything else, and Leon holds tight like he thinks Matthew will disappear if he doesn't.
It's an apology and a confession. It's not the first time they've kissed, but it may be the first time it's been an honest one.
It doesn't last long. Matthew barely has time to taste it, savour it, get a fistful of Leon's hoodie like he's the one threatening to leave. There's a moment as Leon pulls back where Matthew thinks he's imagined it all. Where it feels like something precious is slipping between his fingers.
But no, Leon's still there when he opens his eyes, pressed from hip to chest, noses brushing, beard catching Matthew's freshly shaved cheek. Hot breathes mingle between their mouths.
"Would you stay," Leon whispers, hand sliding back to tangle through Matthew's curls, "if I asked?"
He didn't ask the night Matthew told him. He was too angry, too upset. It took Matthew too long to realise why, to recognise what he was seeing on Leon's face was heartbreak.
But they both know the answer. Still, Matthew closes his eyes and takes the luxury of thinking about it. Considers the possibilities.
"Would you actually ask?" he says.
Leon's fingers curl around the back of Matthew's neck. "If I thought you'd actually say yes."
"But you won't."
"No."
"Because you know I won't."
"I know."
"It's not you."
"I know." Leon steps back only as far as Matthew's grip on his hoodie will allow. "Fuck, you don't make things easy."
Matthew chuckles. "When have I ever? You're not winning any awards either."
Leon scoffs.
"Still," Matthew says. "This is better than what you said to me the first time we kissed."
"What did I say?"
"Pretty sure it was, 'Get the fuck out of my arena.' And something about hoping I lose my next game."
Leon smirks. Doesn't look even a little sorry. "And did you lose your next game?"
"Fuck off." Matthew shoves his shoulder, unable to keep a grin from tugging at his mouth.
He looks away only long enough to straighten out his shirt and run a hand through his hair, but when he looks back, Leon isn't smiling anymore, and his brows are pulled low.
"I really fucked up my timing, huh?"
Matthew winces. "Just a little, yeah." Makes two of us. He's about to say more but Leon waves a hand.
"But you were going to leave anyways, I know. I got it."
"Leon--"
"I'm not here to stop you. I just wanted to... you know."
I don't want this to be over. I want to make this work.
Still an open book.
Matthew angles his head, forces Leon's eyes back to him, staring right into that mystifying grey-blue that always reminded him of a thunderstorm. Everything about Leon kind of reminds him of one. What does that make Matthew? A whirlwind? A hurricane? Storms, both of them.
"Yeah. Yeah, okay." Matthew steps closer, crowding Leon against the wall this time. They may not have known what they were doing before, but Matthew knows what he wants now.
Leon must have found his answer too, because he kisses Matthew again, no less meaningful than the last, pulling Matthew into his body, into his hands, his mouth. Breathing his air and tasting his tongue, giving and taking until they're light-headed and fitting pieces of each other together.
"You better not be fucking with me, Draisaitl," Matthew pants out once he's got his breath back.
He doesn't get far before he's pulling Leon to him, into his arms, getting the bulk of him in a crushing hug. And Leon hugs him back, a deep laugh rumbling right in Matthew's ear and fingers carving into his back. That's answer enough.
Somehow, Matthew is strong enough to let go. And just like that the world is moving again. He's too aware of everything outside their little alcove, so loud and invasive. He's running out of time. His future's waiting for him down south.
When they step back out into bright lights and bustling strangers, Leon's got his hat and hood back on, keeping his head tilted low. He doesn't stray far, bumping Matthew's arm every so often as he walks with him through luggage check and down towards the gates.
They get to security, and for the first time since the trade decision was made, Matthew hesitates. This is what he wanted. What he still wants. What he needs. The only variable left is...
Leon has stopped a few steps behind, leaving Matthew stranded and alone. He turns back around to find Leon watching him silently. They may as well be the only ones in the world, the way his vision tunnels.
"Well," Matthew says, words clogging his throat. "Guess I'll... see you around. We'll talk. I'll call, or..."
"I'm serious, Matthew." His name always sounds beautiful and dangerous on Leon's tongue. "About this. You and me."
And fuck, Matthew's only human. He drops his bag, marches back over to Leon and tugs him into another kiss. He nearly knocks the hat off Leon's head with the force, crushing his lips and clacking their teeth together. It doesn't even matter if people see them.
One more time. Just one more. Until they can see each other again.
"I know." Matthew shudders against Leon's eager mouth, kissing the smile that breaks out under his lips. "I want to try us too."
He swallows the strangled sound that comes up from Leon's throat, tipsy with it, like he's getting drunk just from this. Is that possible? Fuck knows, but he sure as hell wants to find out one day.
Matthew jerks back, breathless, hot-cheeked, and beaming.
"And I'm gonna be fucking great."
If Leon wasn't slack-jawed, if they weren't the them they are now, he would have chirped Matthew to high hell. If they were on the ice he'd probably put Matthew into the boards just for fun.
But the Leon here and now only scoffs, shaking his head like he's been well and truly defeated. Then he smiles.
"Yeah, I know. So get the fuck out of here and go be great."
#hockey#mattdrai#matthew tkachuk#leon draisaitl#my writing#asks#florida trade drama my beloved#there's photos of them making out in the airport all over social media the next day. publicity shitstorm. good luck boys#This is over 2k. Even less 'mini' then my last one wtf is wrong with me#I used to be able to write drabbles but no no no too many ideas to write down now it seems#I realise this has the same 'can't admit we're in love until it's too late' energy as my last ask fic but apparently that's my fave trope#I CAN write other dynamics I swear
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“I’m not jealous! It’s just… you’re mine!” with peter parker, please? he's the one saying it! thank you in advance! 🫶🏻
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Use of a curse word but that's it.
A/N: So.......since there was no specification to which version of Peter we're talking about, I thought this fit the MCU Peter Parker more, so I hope thats alright!
"Well! I'd say that was a successful block party!" You stated happily as you entered the apartment you shared with your boyfriend. "We also probably gave Mrs Harris a heart attack by flaunting our relationship so openly." You chuckled as you referred to a resident living in your building who didn't think it was proper for a young lady to be living with a man when they were not married.
Peter gave a small smile, moving to put some leftovers you had gotten from the block party onto the small dining table you shared. You pulled off your shoes and sighed as you sank into the couch, glad to be off your feet. "Everything went off without a hitch, and I'm so glad I signed up for being in charge of the activities for the kids. They were a blast."
As part of the block party, you had contributed by making different fun activities for the younger kids to do while their parents went off to take a little time to themselves and enjoy the party as well. All day long you had entertained kids ranging from the age of five till twelve. You had been yanked in a hundred different directions by them the entire day, yet you didn't mind it. Playing with kids always brought you joy.
"You know? I'm thinking of signing up as a volunteer at the kindergarten nearby, it was so fun being around kids." You mused as Peter came to sit beside you. Turning your gaze to your boyfriend you gave a grin. "What do you think?"
You waited eagerly for his reply.
"Sure, if thats what you want." He said flatly with a shrug of his shoulders.
You blinked.
That was certainly not the response you had been expecting.
"Is everything alright Peter?" You asked, shifting slightly so you were sitting next to him, a hand on his shoulder.
"Everything's fine." He replied before pursing his lips tightly, as if physically stopping himself from saying anything further.
You shook your head. "No. Something is wrong. You've been acting weird all day."
"Oh so now you notice?!" You were taken aback at the sharp retort. Deciding to take the more patient route, one that you had adopted for the entire day given how you had been dealing with children you spoke in a soft tone. "What do you mean?"
Peter looked like he wanted to keep quiet, but with a small nod you hoped to encourage him to go on.
"Today was the one day we were supposed to hang out. Do stuff together and just spend time. And I was really looking forward to it since we've both been so busy the past couple weeks. But you spent the entire day on duty, after you said it would only be half a day. You spent the entire day playing with the kids and we didn't get to spend any time together."
He was breathing deeply by the time he had finished ranting.
Your mouth parted, your mind feeling a little fuzzy as you tried your best to catch up with what he had just said. Finally it all clicked into place and a wide smile of disbelief pulled at your lips.
"Oh my god! Peter! Were you jealous?!" You exclaimed, already feeling a giggle bubble in your chest, but you quickly pushed it down, not wanting to embarrass him further.
His cheeks were already turning red and panic shone in his eyes as he turned away from you. "I wasn't jealous!" He denied, crossing his arms over his chest and.....pouting.
Oh good Lord, he was pouting!
He looked so adorable.
"So let me see if I have this right, you, Peter Parker, Spiderman, savior of New York, are jealous of a bunch of kids because I gave them my attention for a day?" You asked hoping you would clarify the situation further. And also because you wanted to tease him about it.
As you spoke he suddenly stood, walking a few paces away before turning around to glare at you. "I'm not jealous." He stated, though the lack of conviction in his tone wouldn't fool anybody. "Its just....." He trailed off and looked as if he were struggling to find the words to say what he felt.
"You're mine."
A beat of silence which was broken by a sound that was a cross between a squeal and a giggle as you practically threw yourself in your boyfriend's arms. It was a true testament to his strength that he was able to catch you. He hardly had any time to recover from your sudden leap when you began to shower his face with kisses.
"You are so fucking adorable!" You emphasized each word with a loud smooch. You pulled back, laughing at the absolute dumbstruck look on his face, and the impressions of your lips that you had left behind. You had been wearing a slightly darker lipstick that you had kept reapplying throughout the day. He gave you a drunken smile at your sudden display of affection.
"I'm sorry if you felt neglected today." You said, arms wrapped around him. "How about I promise that you have my undivided attention for the next-" You glanced at the nearby clock. "Forty eight hours? I mean we have the whole weekend in front of us."
Peter seemed to have recovered from your affectionate attack as he hummed in contemplation. "Only if I get to choose the activities we'll be doing. I'm sure you're done with planning after today." He offered, a playful gleam in his eyes.
You grinned. "Deal."
To seal the little pact, you tilted your head back and kissed his lips, smiling as you felt him lean your entire body against yours, making you stumble back into the couch. Your body hit the soft cushions with a thump, but you barely noticed as you pulled Peter down with you, eager to sink into his embrace.
"All mine?" He whispered against your lips, before moving to trail down hot quick kisses along the curve of your neck.
"All yours." You whispered in a breathy tone as you felt the first buttons of your blouse come undone.
It was going to be a long night, yet you wouldn't have it any other way.
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Wasted Times
Summary: You'd never get used to the thought of Trent with someone new, taking matters into your own hands as you'd ensure no matter who he was with, he'd remain yours.
WARNINGS: Mentions of sex, Toxic Trent, Toxic Reader, insufferable reader.
Author's Note: Sorry I've not posted in a while; like my other fics this won't appeal to everyone, but it's short so I thought I'd clear it from my drafts x
Word Count: 3.7k
Angst
Trent's POV
This was the best day of his life.
It was day he got to make you his, put a ring on your finger, take his last name, he'd proudly show you off even more than he already did. He couldn't quite contain his excitement seeing just a slither of your gorgeous white gown whilst you walked down the aisle to him, but he'd been so patient all this time that he could manage a few more moments before he saw his bride properly face to face.
You were his soulmate after all, and he'd dreamt about this day all those years ago when you first made it official. No matter how many girls there were before you, there was no doubt in his mind you were the one for him.
Nerves took over his body as he anticipated your arrival, taking your hand in his as you finally met in front of everyone - hundreds of gasps and awes as they were just as delighted to see the happy couple marry on this day.
There was visibly a huge grin painted on his face as the Priest went over their vows, and it wasn't until he heard her name he froze, eyes widening as he looked up to see the woman in front of him.
She wasn't you.
She looked so innocent, joy plastered all over her as her big shiny eyes were lost in his. This was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, the happiest day of his life too, yet regret suddenly seemed to cruelly creep up on him, and he found himself unable to escape the repeated thoughts of doubt filling his head.
He was faced with the harsh reality he was marrying someone else, he didn't have the courage to come clean about his infidelities to her, and stupidly said his vows and an 'I do' out of fear, out of complete disregard for the woman he actually loved who was stood with the rest of their families watching him make this stupid decision.
Even kissing his bride felt so illicit, and looking over to the hundreds of people in attendance he didn't fail to spot you first time; a beautiful rose adorning your loosely curled hair as you stood watching him in utter desperation, and how he wished you had opened your mouth and stopped the entire thing.
Y/n's Pov
He'd probably be upset with you for a little while, upset as you'd have made a fool of him in front of his family and friends. You knew Trent though, which meant you knew he would've gotten over it eventually, realising you were the love of his life and that he’d made the right decision in running away with you, but no.
He had married your sister instead, your blood sister and you could do nothing but watch in horror as he was now all hers.
Your eyes were glossy looking at the excitement they both shared, being able to get away with it as tears of joy, because it was your sister's wedding day and you were expected to be happy for her, but all you felt was pure heartbreak, shattered as you couldn't believe this had happened.
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You remember crying yourself to sleep that night. The beautiful destination you had arrived at for their wedding completely going to waste, completely unenjoyable as it had the dreadful event of your sister's wedding tied to it instead.
It was no one's fault but your own, why you even chose to stay involved with Trent even after he broke your heart the first time you didn't know. The real betrayal came when your sister brought him home a year later, and no one batted an eye at the entire thing.
'You only dated him a little while.' They excused, defending her when it came to their new relationship.
'You're young, you weren't even in love.' Your mum told you, and soon they became the couple everyone admired, that everyone loved and you were the idiot who still had feelings for him.
You felt as though you were going mad every time he'd stare at you, whenever you'd lock eyes too long or when you felt he'd go through unnecessary lengths just to be in the same room as you. Soon enough you found out that the feelings were reciprocated of course, and he even told you that he still loves you.
You made love with him that night, it was the start of your despicable affair. It just felt so right in the moment to have him beneath you, all whilst your sister was in the next room sleeping, how disgusting could you be?
You didn't get much sleep that night, sobbing gently to avoid speculation from the thin walls as you couldn't believe you had done that. Yet every time you tried to feel sorry for her, you couldn't. She was the same woman who snatched your love from you, your big sister who you grew up with having no regard for your feelings - you felt nothing for her but hate.
'Please don't do it.' You remember begging him. It was the night before they were due to marry and you were both there alone as he consoled you, telling you how sorry he was and how it was too late now.
It didn't matter how much you begged or pleaded, he'd made his decision the second he made her his girlfriend instead of you, and years of this affair still hadn't brung him to man up and make you his again, to leave her and be happy with you.
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This specific night you were visiting your sister with your parents, which meant visiting Trent.
It had become pretty routine for the two of you to meet this way now. And it was probably alarming for your parents at how eager you were to visit all the time, assuming you and your sister had made amends with your strained relationship.
They didn't know the real reason was to see him, and as selfish and greedy as it was, you didn't even care. Nothing mattered when he was with you, your moral compass simply didn't exist.
After a hectic night of playing nice and a dinner that didn't seem to end, here you were; tucked into the bed of his guest bedroom as the rest of your family were downstairs watching a movie even in the early hours of the morning, and you needed to be excused desperately to get away from them.
You knew Trent and H/n had also arrived for bed when you heard their laughter from the other room, crushing you as you put the volume of your laptop even higher, the sitcom you'd rewatched dozens of times playing at full volume to drown them out as you had to stop yourself from being sick.
Time had passed and all was quiet, your family had even gone up for bed now as you lay there completely awake. You'd turned your computer off and attempted to go to sleep begging your brain to shut off, having no luck unfortunately and resorting to Netflix again as you flicked through a few more episodes hoping your eyes would get tired soon.
You were brought out of your daze by the sound of the door creaking, looking up to see him right there, peeking his head around to see if you were asleep yet or not.
You couldn't help but smile as you ushered for him to come inside, and he sank down next to you in bed before kissing your cheek - crazy how one simple gesture from him had fixed your entire night for you, now you couldn't stop your cheeks turning red from shyness.
'I missed you.' He said, focused on your eyes as he waited for a response
'I missed you too.' You told him, welcoming him to nuzzle his head into your neck as he began to watch your show with you.
You looked over at him discreetly as you sat in silence for a little while, so in awe of how peaceful he looked.
You envied that she got to have him like that, that she had him all of the time when you were subjected to secretive meet ups in hotels or once in a while when your family visited. What hurt the most was how ungrateful your sister was, how she didn't even regard him in the slightest and how much he did for her. You wouldn't let him forget how thankful you were for him if you were her, you'd actually show him love back.
'Is she asleep?' You asked, leading him to look up at you and nod as you were wondering what invited him into your room at this time.
'How come you're not asleep yet?' He asked.
‘Can’t sleep.' You revealed, distracted by your phone as you placed it down after checking it to talk to him.
'How come?' He pushed, trying to get a look at your screen as you shrugged.
You both knew the real reason; you could never sleep at their home knowing the two of them were in the room next door. It was so peculiar and upset you too much - causing your brain to stay awake and make you overthink more than you already did.
'It's okay, I'm here now.' He reminded you, kissing your lips this time.
He leaned in wanting more, suddenly pushing your laptop away as he invited you to straddle him, kissing your neck hungrily before you backed away, turning your head from him.
'What's wrong?' He inquired, taking his hand to gently take ahold of your jaw and avert your focus back to him.
'Did you fuck her just now?' You bluntly asked, making him sigh in exhaustion.
'Not this again.'
'Answer my question, did you sleep with her before you came into the room?' You repeated, stronger this time as repulsion took over your feelings.
'Why do you always have to do this?' He groaned, making you push him off in annoyance as you reclaimed the bed. You already knew the answer, you were disgusted by the noises which had you awake in this insomniac fit in the first place.
'You're making an issue out of nothing Y/n.' He reprimanded, with this argument always confusing him, you both knew they were married.
'I'm going to bed can you go now?' You plainly asked, reaching for your phone to quickly send a text before you reopened your laptop.
'No.' He defended.
'Just get out.'
'Get out? You're the guest, this is my house.' He reminded you, his tone angering you further as he bent his neck the best as he could to see your phone screen.
'Trent I'm trying to sleep, please.'
'And I'm going to sleep next to you.' He fought, placing himself next to you as he kissed your neck again, and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t fight back a smile.
'Go to your room, save yourself the hassle of running back to her in the morning.' You joked, whilst he invited you to sit on his lap again, taking a piece of your hair and putting it behind your ear.
'See I knew you weren't really mad at me. Just like to argue don't you?' He teased, making you blush as you both knew it was true.
'I love you.' He said.
'I know.' You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning in for a hug.
'I wish we could do this every night.' He said, holding you extra tightly.
'Me too.'
'I'm being serious Y/n.'
'I'm sure you are.' You giggled.
'I'll leave her.' He claimed, catching you off guard, forcing yourself to chuckle to erase the seriousness he had created.
'What's funny?' He asked, seeming serious.
'Don't make promises you can't keep T.' You advised, making him furrow his brows as he seemed upset now.
'Oh I see now.' He started, gesturing for you to get off of him.
'What's the matter?' You asked, placing your hand on his face, concerned now as the playful atmosphere had been erased.
'It's you who doesn't want it, that's always been the issue.' He claimed, leaving you wordless as you didn't say a word to prove him wrong.
'You're not even denying it.' He scoffed, shaking his head.
'It's not that, I just don't want to run around trying to pursue you like these other girls.' You tried to explain.
'You think you're better than these other girls? You're trying to pursue me knowing I'm married to your sister.' He spat, making you back away from him in realisation he was angry and most likely going to hurt your feelings.
You couldn't quite make out what he said after that, finding yourself too occupied with your phone again, you were playing his game back at him.
'Why do you keep looking at your phone?' He asked, leaning over before you placed it face down.
'Oh it's nothing.' You said, trying to calm him down, trying not to laugh in his face.
'Show it to me.'
'No.' You defensively said, both of you were being extra childish right now, just one of the many reasons you didn't work out years ago.
'Y/n give me the phone.' He demanded, snatching it from your hands as he studied the messages before him.
You couldn't help but smirk as you noticed his expression turn sourer, nothing gave you a high more than seeing him this jealous and worked up over you.
'Who the fuck is this?' He questioned, holding the phone out of your reach as you fought for it back, eventually giving up as you knew you couldn't fight him for it.
'A friend.' You coyly revealed.
'And friends send you pictures of their dick do they?' He scoffed, looking at you hatefully.
'I asked him for it.' You smirked, aware you were pushing it now.
'Then you’re a slut.' He retorted, clutching the device as he got up to leave.
'And you're not? Sleeping with your wife's little sister?' You challenged, preventing him from leaving as you got in his face.
'Don't talk to me like that Y/n.'
'Give me my phone.' You fought, trying to get it back from him.
'Has he fucked you?' He asked, and you could've sworn the vein you didn't even know was that prominent on his head was going to pop out any minute now, debating saying anything further.
'In every corner of my apartment.' You shrugged, grinning as that took him over the edge, and a loud bang startled you as you realised he threw your phone at the wall, smashing it to pieces.
'Well done.' You laughed, you had to in order to keep your cool with him, interrupted as the sound of footsteps in the hallway scared you both into silence.
‘Trent? You’ve been in there ages come back to bed.’ Mumbled your sister, knocking on the bathroom door next to yours as she assumed he was in there.
‘I’ll be out in a minute don’t worry.’ Trent called, disguising his voice as the pair of you waited for her to leave and for him to make his great escape. You were sure if she was in a conscious state the two of you would be found out about immediately, grateful of her tired nature.
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After the lack of sleep and events from last night you were understandably the last person awake.
You took your time with your shower as you came downstairs to spot everyone gathered at the dinner table, tucking in to breakfast as they couldn't help but watch you join them.
'So lazy you are, you should go to bed earlier.' Your mum nagged, glaring at you fill your breakfast plate up with things on the table.
There was nowhere for you to sit but the empty seat opposite Trent, and soon after you snuck in and got eating, everyone found themselves too involved in their own conversations again to notice you.
Everyone but him however, his gaze wouldn't leave yours, and your sister had definitely took note of this as the glass she held in her hands was just waiting to smash from how her grip got tighter upon seeing you. You weren’t sure how she didn’t catch on more last night, and Trent was still mad at you too - you couldn't help but try and cheer him up in a way he used to love for you to do, the circumstances were different now but the outcome was all the same.
You had to be cautious as you reached for his leg under the table with your foot. No one suspected a thing, all too busy as you slowly went higher, and higher until you reached that spot.
It was difficult to hold back your laughter as you saw him trying to keep his cool, but could feel him from under your soles hardening, guaranteed to piss him off when you abruptly stopped and ignored him for the rest of the meal even when he wanted more, sneaking away finally back to your guest bedroom as you prepared to leave today.
As you got your bags ready you looked up to spot his figure in the door. His arms were folded as he looked you up and down, and the look on his face showed you that he was not pleased with you in the slightest.
You couldn't help but drop your things and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you crept on your tip toes to kiss him.
'Kiss me back.' You giggled, finding humour in how serious he was being.
'Hey I'm sorry.' You added, trying to get him to speak.
'You can't even smile a little bit?' You joked, taking it upon yourself to play with his cheeks in a bid for a small smirk to appear.
'How can I make it up to you T?' You smirked, biting your lip with only one thing on your mind as he began to soften up slightly.
'See I knew that would work.' You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to sit on the bed, where you then slowly sat on his thigh to straddle him.
'Where's your sister, she home?' He asked, kissing your neck.
'She’s out.' You hummed, eyes closing in satisfaction.
'Why? You want her instead?' You bantered, making him laugh too as he knew you were trying to rile him up again.
'No, just my girl.' He complimented, kissing you.
'Oh now I'm your girl?'
'You've always been my girl.'
'It's a shame you're not my man, I'm spoiled for choice.' You teased.
'Shh.' He whispered, putting a finger over your mouth to stop you from saying more and provoking his jealousy.
'Can't even message him because someone smashed my phone, I have to settle for you now.' You chuckled, watching as he became angrier.
'I'm warning you Y/n not another word.' He sighed, encouraging you to take your top off.
'Im sorry-.' You started, disturbed by the sound of the door as you both turned at once to see who was there.
It all happened too fast. It was pretty much unavoidable. The sound it made when her hand hit your cheek echoed throughout the house as this was the moment it all came crumbling down, the moment you both would finally have to come clean.
'You know, I had a hunch. Mum told me I sounded crazy.' She snapped, as you rushed to put your shirt back on.
'Get out of my house. And don't come back I mean it.' She demanded.
'It's about time you figured it out.' You pettily said, you couldn’t help the urge to get the last word in as you obliged and quietly reached for your remaining bags, taking your car keys and heading to walk out the door.
You could hear her and Trent arguing from behind you, with most of it being him begging her for forgiveness, going on about how he’s sorry - even now after she knew he still couldn't bring himself to claim you, how naive could you be to think he could man up and leave her?
'Why did you do that?' Shouted Trent, following you as you put your bags in the boot of your car.
'Do what?'
'Stop messing with me. You knew she was home.' He claimed, confronting you.
'Thought you'd get the balls to leave her..I was wrong.' You admitted, slamming the trunk as you walked round to put the keys in the ignition.
'You're so selfish you know that?' He told you, and you knew he was right, it was terrible how you couldn't tolerate happiness for your own sister.
'No one forced you to marry her, you made this mess all by yourself.'
'I know, but I love you Y/n.' He panted, waiting for a response.
'I know you do. But I also know you’re not the one for me, no matter how hard I've tried to convince myself you are.' You admitted, shaking your head.
'What?'
'Just leave me Trent.' You pleaded, shutting the door as you backed up the car, leaving as you noticed the rest of your family watching from a distance.
Your relationship was never the same with any of them, you hadn't spoke since you drove away as they understandably took her side.
From what you knew the two of them were still together, it wasn't in your sister's nature to stand up for herself, so no wonder she took him back.
You're yet to find the love of your life, knowing now it's not Trent. He didn't feel the same, messaging you countless times asking you to come back, promising you he'll actually leave her for you this time. You didn't know how to express that you didn't want him any clearer.
They were all right about you, you are selfish. You didn't want Trent from the beginning, you broke up for a reason. Your mum was correct when she told you it wasn't ever love.. you were in love with the idea of him and most importantly consumed by the idea of getting your sister back.
You were never able to fathom how someone you were so close to could swoop in and take him from you, pestering you the most how your family were never on your side about anything.
Maybe the affair was simply a ruse to destroy her and feed your ego after he’d damaged it.
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Secret Santa: Rooster's Ending
12 Days of Christmas: Day 12
‘Secret Santa: Part One’
Plot: The day of the festival has arrived and you are filled with anxiety and hope as to who might be waiting for you.
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Gn!Reader
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The festival was bigger than the year before, brighter, louder, more things to do and see. Usually you would be ecstatic about this, but since you were looking for one person in the crowd of hundreds, it wasn't ideal.
Your hand gripped tightly around the object in your pocket as you nervously looked around.
Every tall man in a flower shirt, or one that had curly hair caught your eye. You knew you shouldn't be looking out for Bradley specifically, but you couldn't help it. He was who you wanted it be the one who secretly loved you. No one else would do.
As your eyes drifted to an area with real deer, you smiled as you saw the kids and families feeding them. Wandering over, you leaned on the fence and watched them. Gratefully taking the carrots an attendant gave you.
Your mind began to wander as you stood there, your mind drifting back to Bradley once again.
Everyone who met him loved him, and wanted to be his friend. And you wouldn't be surprised if all of them fell at least a little bit in love with him. Just like you had, though a little bit, wasn't quite accurate.
He was one of your best friends, and the two of you always seemed to end up together. The same country, same base, it happened more often than not.
"It must be fate, we're meant to be." He joked once, but it made your heart almost burst from your chest.
There was no on else you trusted more than him, and he had once told you the same. You didn't trust anyone as much as you trusted him, in the sky, or on the ground.
It wasn't an uncommon occurrence for people to mistake you for being a couple. And it always made you want it a little bit more.
You often wondered if he could ever have feelings for you. If he looked at you and felt that same warm feeling in his chest. And tonight, you suppose you would learn once and for all if he did. Or if maybe you weren't 'meant to be' after all.
Bradley smiled to himself as he spotted you, seeing you watching the deer. But looking closer at you, he smirked, you were lost in thought. You always had this certain look in your eye when you were off somewhere else.
He felt his chest tighten with anxiety as he watched you. He had been waiting for what felt like forever to find the right moment to tell you how he felt. And the right way to show you.
When he had picked your name out of the hat, it seemed to click in his mind right then. This was his chance, this was how. No more delaying it.
Taking in a deep breath he walked over to you, his eyes ever leaving your face as he leaned on the fence beside you.
As a deer wandered over to you, you smiled as you gave him a carrot, not noticing the person who had come and leaned against the fence next to you.
You pet the deer, and grinned as you did so. Jumping slightly when someone spoke from beside you.
"Lucky deer."
As your head snapped over, you saw Bradley peering over at you with his familiar grin etched on his face.
You straightened up, obviously taken by surprise "Bradley" Your voice was soft, holding a hint of relief and humored surprise.
"What? Were you expecting someone else?" He had a joking tone, but you saw the worry behind his eyes.
Suddenly, for the first time in a while, you felt nervous.
"No, well, yes and no, I really wasn't sure."
He hummed under his breath "I guess I really haven't been as straight forward as I thought."
You frowned "What?'
"I never could tell if you knew how I felt about you" he almost laughed "Were you really not sure?"
You felt taken aback by this, and it showed on your face "No, I wasn't. What exactly was straight forward about it?" You asked with a half-amused grin.
"Well- the flirting!" He said with a bewildered tone.
"You flirt with everyone!" You yelled back in the same tone, letting out a laugh.
"I do not." He said straightened up.
You quirked your brow and he slouched slightly.
"Okay maybe it comes off like that, but I don't! Even if I did, it's never serious with anyone but you. Damn." He looked around "Well, was I at least right in thinking you felt the same?" Suddenly he was the nervous one.
You smiled softly at him "Yes, you were."
He let out a soft breath "Good. Then this wont be so awkward."
"You mean its not awkward now?" You joked.
"Hey." He said with a warning yet amused tone.
Your nervousness, though sitting beneath the surface, was clouded by the easy playful emotions that came out every time you were with Bradley.
After a moment of silent smiles, you reached into your pocket, and pulled out what you had kept there most of the day.
"Catch." You said throwing it at him, he fumbled as he struggled to catch it.
Looking down at the apple, his smile widened into a grin as he looked back at you.
"Is this for me or the deer?" He questioned.
You nodded towards the deer "Deer" you smiled "But the meaning is still there."
Bradley took a step closer to you as he smiled down at you "What would you have done if it wasn't me who left you those gifts?"
You let out a soft breath "I don't think I could have accepted them from anyone else. So I would let them down easy. What would you have done?"
Bradley raised his brow "Well I'd feel like an idiot for taking so long to tell you how I felt, and then I'd tell them to get in line. "
You giggled "And what if you had taken too long?" you prodded, your voice soft.
You didn't miss the way his eyes flicked to your lips for a second "I wouldn't give up. Not on us." He moved a little closer to you, his eyes lingering on your lips a little longer than before. "We're meant to be, remember?"
You smiled up at him and nodded softly "Just like fate intended?"
He nodded as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just above yours. You could feel his breath on your lips as he spoke "Exactly."
His lips gently collided with yours as his hand gently reached out and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. As you kissed, it felt so familiar, and perfect, not like many nerve filled first kisses. It felt like home.
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Bo: Reclamation
You and Bo finally find a way to leave your old lives behind in favor of the one you've built together.
warnings: nsfw, pregnancy
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You'd always hated Bo's dad. His mom wasn't much better, but she at least tried to keep the other boys out of harm's way. Childhood was a sore subject for you both, but you'd be damned if it would be for the baby growing in your belly. When you had brought up the idea of starting a family the first time, Bo had scoffed at the idea. Said he wasn't cut out for it, but you knew better. For as sadistic as he could be, travelers with kids were never harmed. He had always looked after his brothers in his own weird way. He cared for you enough to soften just slightly, and you were convinced anyone could do a better job than his parents.
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When test after test turned up positive, you were surprised, but not all that nervous. You had been quietly coaxing Bo into the idea for some time, and there was no way you were giving up this baby, his baby. You already had a couple names picked out, but that could wait.
"Honey?" You padded into the living room to find your boyfriend right where you expected: laid back in the recliner watching soccer. "Got a surprise for ya."
Bo looked up at you, your smiling face upside down from standing behind the chair. "Yeah? Let's see it."
You handed him an envelope, which he opened to find a photo of all four pregnancy tests with a note on the back that read, "From Mama to Daddy." The smile didn't leave as you remembered how discreet you had to be in asking Lester to drive you into town to print the photo without him seeing it.
"You serious right now?" His voice was uncharacteristically soft as he stared at the photo.
"Hundred percent, babe." You circled around the recliner and he set it down so you could sit in his lap.
"We're having a baby." His eyes hadn't moved yet. "You're pregnant...with our baby."
You tilted your head at him. "Not like I've been fucking anyone else."
Bo snorted, finally looking up at you again. He pulled you closer to kiss all over your face, making you laugh and push him off, and he leaned back with a dopey grin. "I got something to show you too."
Nobody else really ventured into the basement of the garage, so Bo had plenty of time and space to put together his surprise for you. He told you he'd been saving up for almost a year, but you didn't know what until he handed you a small tool box filled with engagement rings. He had never looked so vulnerable and sweet as he did when you opened the lid and gasped at the sparkling gems.
"Oh, honey." You carefully dumped them out on his desk, spreading the rings out to see them all. "This is amazing. I don't even know what to say..."
He wrapped his arms around you, "Y'could say yes."
It suddenly dawned on you that this was an actual proposal. Bo had never been the best at expressing emotion through words, actions suited him much better. "Of course I'll be your wife, darlin'. Honestly, I don't know why you waited three years to ask."
He accepted your kiss with visible relief. "Never felt like the right time, I guess. I've wanted to marry you since we were eighteen, so waitin' a few more years was nothin'."
You cuddled into him, happy to call him your husband even if the marriage was off the books. You both knew Ambrose needed to stay off the maps, so the subject wasn't even brought up when you sifted through the rings some more. You also didn't need to ask where he had gotten them after helping to go through victims' belongings time and time again. They made a sizeable pile, and the ones you didn't want would do well at a pawn shop. Business always went with pleasure in Ambrose.
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At five months and a much larger physique, you found out that you were having a girl. You insisted that she not take the name of a relative, that she would be entirely her own person, and Bo agreed. After another few weeks of contemplation it was decided that your daughter would be called June.
You had more trouble with aches and pains than you did with self esteem, even at the tail end of your pregnancy. Bo was adamant that you were just as beautiful and spent all his free time doting on you. Family was everything to him, especially his wife. The secondhand ring gleamed on your finger as you swayed with him to old country songs anytime the radio was on.
When June was born, your already busy lives became even fuller with a fussy baby around. There wasn't much time for intimacy, but Bo was determined to make you remember how much he'd always adored you. You didn't do a thing except focus on June until you'd had enough of missing him while he worked. The help around the house was nice, but you needed him there with you.
"Honey, come to bed. It's late and I can't sleep without you." You stood behind his chair at the kitchen table where he was fiddling with some broken appliance. Hands on his shoulders, you kneaded the muscles until he leaned back to look at you.
"Sorry mama, I'm comin'." Bo stood and stretched before following you to bed. Though you weren't as big anymore, he'd formed a habit of helping you out of your clothes at night. He kissed your neck and wrapped his arms around your bare middle.
You sighed happily and turned your head to kiss him back, hoping he wouldn't be too tired to go further. "Can I ride you tonight?"
He hummed in agreement and slipped his calloused hands over your soft hips. He hugged you to him for a moment, then let go. You turned to face him with a smile. Bo kissed your lips as chastely as he was able and took his own clothes off.
"Lay down, sugar." He did as you asked and settled in while you climbed on top. You stroked his cock and felt it twitch. Your pussy clenched at the thought of being full after too long a wait. "Oh, could you get a condom from the drawer?" One baby was enough for the moment.
"Sure, sweetheart." He rolled it on and helped lift you over his cock. "Ready?"
You nodded and started to sink down with a breathy moan. He was thick, though not particularly lengthy; you still knew better than to rush. Feeling your already slick folds part to take him in made your skin tingle with equal parts satisfaction at having him under you, and anticipation for how much more you'd be taking. Bo laid as still as he could, but it was torture seeing your expression and feeling your cunt envelop him without being able to move with you. He groaned and tightened his grip on your love handles. He'd put on a bit of pudge over the years as well, and you hummed happily as you braced yourself on his thick thighs. You were over halfway down and kept the pace slow. Finally letting your weight rest on him was one of the most satisfying parts.
When you could sit on his cock properly, you leaned over to kiss him on the lips. He sighed through his nose and wrapped his arms around you. The strength from hard labor was obvious even through cushioning from years of home cooked meals. Bo trailed kisses down your jaw, then pulled back to look at you with lovestruck eyes. "I'll never get tired of this."
You chuckled and rubbed the tip of your nose against his. "Sleeping with me?"
"Loving you." He flashed a dopey smile. "In any way you'll let me."
Flushed from more than exertion, you shook your head, strands of hair falling into your face. "I love you too, baby."
He tucked your hair behind your ear and smoothed his hands over the curves of your body. You didn't bother sitting up; his chest was warm and solid under your cheek when you relaxed against him fully. You rolled your hips slowly and felt his hands settle on the swell of your ass, squeezing when you clenched around his cock. The house was quiet except for the faint calls of crickets and the wet sounds of your pussy swallowing him again and again. Bo rocked his hips in tandem and kneaded your pillowy flesh. With a soft whine, you angled your body so that your clit could get some friction, however slight. Ever attentive to your needs, he slipped a hand between you to stroke the little bundle of nerves. You responded with a throaty moan and panted hot breaths onto his skin.
The coil in your gut was tightening with every thrust, inching you closer to the edge. As much as you enjoyed savoring the intimacy of love making, you needed more. Pressing your nails into his shoulders, you murmured dazedly, "Need you to fuck me, Bo."
"Yeah?" He kissed the top of your head. "Don't worry darlin', I'll make you cum as many times as you want."
Your world spun as he rolled so he could kneel on the bed, then flipped you back over and pulled your hips up to meet his. You yelped and braced your arms underneath you. With a low chuckle, he grabbed handfuls of your ass and let go to watch it jiggle. You keened into the pillow, trying not to wake the baby sleeping just down the hall. Bo pushed your legs open wider and guided his cock back into you. The two of you shared a moan, then he started pounding into your cunt like he'd never get another chance. Biting the pillow, you gripped the sheets and pushed back as he thrust forward. You felt a bit lightheaded from breathing so hard and from the electrifying friction churning up your insides - you suspected he had been waiting for you to ask for this. It was getting harder to think, or do anything except take every harsh thrust like it was what you were made for.
It could have been minutes or an hour before you were shoved off the precipice of a blinding orgasm. When your vision cleared, Bo was still going, though at a marginally kinder pace. He was muttering under his breath and you caught the words, "Perfect for me," and "Almost there." Knowing he wouldn't last much longer, you arched your back and told him to give you everything. With a low growl, he shoved his cock as deep as it would go and filled the condom; you could feel it expanding slightly inside you. When he was spent, Bo pulled out and gently lowered your body to the bed. He cleaned up while you tried valiantly to keep from dosing off. You reached out for him when he was done, snuggling into his warmth and allowing sleep to take you.
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i just finished reading "brokeback" and i'm so in love, is it okay if i request a part 3 maybe where ian finds out about they're relationship? i feel like he would be so weirded out at first bc he didn't expect it from lip to be with a man, but when he sees how good they are to eachother he would be somewhat proud lol (you can modify the idea as well) or lip talking to ian like "thank you a lot for the very invasive talk and un-noticed advice"
bye byee <3
brokeback (pt. 3)
something doesn't feel right to Ian.
a month has passed since you started staying in the Gallagher house, and it's basically your home now. you hang with Ian and make sure he's taking care of himself. you look after Liam. you talk to Debbie and help her out with her teenage girl problems to the best of your adult man capabilities. you try and keep carl from being arrested as much as possible. and as long as you're helping out, Fiona is a fan of yours.
so, all is well. except, Ian can't quite place what's going on with Lip. he's both acting distant and happier than Ian's seen him in months. to make things stranger, the apparent negative tension between you two has resolved, but he still hasn't caught you exchanging more than 2 words to eachother a day.
a couple nights the previous week, Ian awoke in the middle of the night and looked over to find your makeshift bed empty. which wouldn't be a big deal, if it hadn't happened several times, and if you hadn't not returned until Ian woke up the next morning. still, he doesn't read too deeply into it. maybe you fell asleep downstairs or decided to start going on midnight runs. he didn't know and was too tired to care, frankly. besides, you had always returned by the time he'd woken up
until, one morning he wakes up and you aren't there, and by the looks of it haven't been all night.
confused and dazed with tiredness, Ian stumbles out into the hall in search of the bathroom, when he sees you exiting the spare room in a way that would be subtle if he hadn't been staring right at you. he shoots you a confused look, as if to ask, "what were you doing in there?" and you just nod to him, patting his shoulder as you walk past into your shared room. "weird." he mumbles before turning into the bathroom.
the idea of your best friend screwing your older brother is a disturbing one. so, despite his concerns, Ian tried his best to stear clear of that frame of thought. which was going pretty well for him, until he entered the spare room, planning to look for a coat he was sure he'd left in there, and sees the floor littered with your clothes, as well as his brothers. he audibly groans at the uncomfortable realisation he's just been forced to have.
"fuck. my gay best friend is screwing my straight brother- my not straight brother? my...gay brother?", a hundred thoughts rush through his head at once. "i need to talk to Lip.", is the final one.
that night, Lip is outside on the back porch smoking a cig and brooding. Ian tries to bite back a rather large wave of disgust, shock and strange...curiosity? before joining him out there.
"hey." he says from behind him, trying not to fidget. it isn't that he doesn't want Lip to be gay. or bi. or whatever. i mean, gayness isn't an awkward thing to Ian. like, at all. so why is it suddenly such a touchy subject?
"yo," Lip nods and offers the cig offer to Ian, who declines it. Lip furrows his brow and turns away, chuckling, "what, you too good to smoke now?" he jokes and Ian tries to laugh along,
"ah no, eh i was uh- hoping to talk to you.", Ian stammers, Lip shoots him a weird look,
"you can talk." Lip answers, shaking his head and taking another puff,
"look, Lip, you're my brother and...and i love you. you know i'd never uh, judge you for who or what you choose to be and i uh-" Ian is trying to be supportive, but he guesses it isn't working,
"what the fuck are you talking about Ian?" Lip is pretty sure he knows what's coming anyway. it isn't like you tried to hide it. he wonders if he wanted to hide it. maybe you should've hid it,
"i know there's something going on between you and Y/N. and i dunno if you're like, dating, or just fucking or...i mean, do you love him?"
and there it is. it's out. Lip's secret that wasn't a secret that shouldn't have been his in the first place. despite expecting this very thing, he still pauses, his jaw hardening. he flicks the cig away. there's silence between them.
"the fuck you mean, 'do i love him'? does it matter?", he snaps, then pauses, "i uh, i took your advice. well, what you said about Mickey. the stuff about the hair and the eyes. i dunno. i guess i just don't know if i love him. we uh, we hang out i guess." Lip chuckles as he mimics his brother's statement from all those weeks ago. his chuckle fades into a solemn smile and Ian takes a step closer,
"look, man, you don't need to know anything. you wanna be with him, that's great. that's cool. fucking weird. but cool." Ian pats Lip on the shoulder and Lip shoots him a smile. the silence resumes.
"so...how the hell did that happen?" Ian breaks the silence and they both chuckle in bewilderment,
"don't ask me, man. fuck, i dunno, pheromones? the fuck should i know..." Lip grins to himself, remembering how it all played out between you, "whatever the fuck it is, he's got me. like he's under my skin or, like, in the fucking air around me. some pretentious shit like that." Lip scoffs at himself, but he means it. Ian can tell he means it, and pulls him in for a hug.
Lip holds on for a couple minutes before pulling back. he shoves Ian by the shoulder,
"get the fuck out of here." he chuckles and Ian gives him a look. a look that kinda says, you're welcome for the advice. a look that kinda says, this is insane and unexpected but it's okay.
and Lip really feels okay. he smiles to himself, alone on the porch. when he hears the door shut and your voice from inside the house, he runs in, beaming.
and you feel okay together.
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STARBOY EP 1. The Hills ft Sunmi
length: 8.2k words.
Lee Sunmi & Male Reader.
genres: smut, oral, mistress, creampie, rough sex. ✧
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2 months have passed since you made the decision that would mean one of the biggest turning points in your life. You didn't feel good or bad about it, it was just the only option you had at the time; of course, you could go out on the street and start looking for job vacancies like crazy, but it wouldn't be the easiest thing, right?
Plus, what's better than getting paid to fuck?
The first weeks had been boring; nothing out of the ordinary had happened other than a couple of jobs with some shy pretty girls, but it still wasn't enough, since Heejin was in charge of making sure that you both didn't starve. But like everything made with love and dedication, it began to turn into a snowball that went down a mountain; after a month your jobs multiplied, and you had gone from having a client every two weeks to having 3 to 5 per week. Of course, this meant significant economic growth for you for the simple fact that the more reputation and good reviews you had, the more you could take for each job, and of course, a relief for your roommate, who was slowly descending into madness from all the bills she had to pay on her own.
Your growth was not only reflected in the economic aspect, but also in your status on the allegedly illegal platform of gigolos in which you were. Like any service platform, the reputation was based on a review system, stars and anonymous opinions of the clients, and to your surprise, by the time you were two months old, you were averaging almost five stars, which, according to Heejin, was a rare thing to see on that network. Honestly, you didn't expect such success, since you didn't exactly consider yourself an Adonis in bed, but apparently there was something about you that all your clients always liked without exception, of course you weren’t going to complain, it was a difficult opportunity to ignore, and you would make sure to squeeze it one hundred percent.
Everything was going uphill for you, you had bought a new television, a new phone, and many other luxuries that with your previous job would have been impossible for you to buy, you could even afford to give Heejin a lot of generous gifts that, of course, were rewarded with a good night of fucking. You felt happy and comfortable, and you could tell that your partner was too, there was nothing more important to you than that.
It was exhausting, yes, but money was everything to you, besides, what work is not exhausting?
Your week had been pretty busy; you had 4 clients, and on top of that you had to accompany Heejin to do some errands in the city center almost every day until today, Saturday. You both arrived at the apartment around noon, and the first thing you did was throw yourself face down on the couch, with exhausted legs and your eyes heavy with sleep.
"God, you're so dramatic, we just went to the hairdresser," Heejin said, shaking her head as she walked straight into the kitchen.
"Yes, but to go to the hairdresser we had to walk all over the mall, and before we got there, walk for two blocks just because you couldn't find a store with nice clothes," you answered, to see her while she drank a glass of water, "Oh, and not only that, you made me get up at 7am!"
"You need to get up early and do some exercise, don't be a wimp," you wanted to throw a cushion at her, but deep down you knew she was right.
"Not all of us do 7 damn minutes of planking, some of us are mortal," you settled into the couch, lying on your back with your head resting on an armband.
"Did you say something?” Heejin frowned and tilted her head, “I only hear baby cries."
"...Fuck you"
"Oh yeah, fuck me" suddenly, a smile and an excited expression formed on her face.
“No”
"Ah come on, don't be mad at me," Heejin came out of the kitchen and walked towards you, to straddle your abdomen, "I'm just kidding, you're not a wimp or a crybaby," she leaned into you and cupped your cheeks with her hands, spreading little kisses all over your face.
You were really trying to look upset, but having Heejin in care bear mode on top of you didn't help much; after a few seconds a smile formed on your face, and with it your whole performance was spoiled.
"There you go, I knew you couldn't resist my love," she said, with the most beautiful eye smile you had ever seen. You could feel your heart completely melting.
"God, I love you, did you know that?"
"Yeah I know. I love you too, wimp," you were about to complain, but you were silenced by the crash of your lips, this time sinking into a slow, loving kiss.
You could have been kissing for a long time, if it wasn't for your phone vibrating with a notification that you knew perfectly well, since you had set a tone exclusively for that. You broke the kiss, turned to the right and grabbed your phone from the coffee table to check it.
"What is it?" Heejin asked, now with her head resting on your chest.
You took a moment to open the app and see the notification; indeed, it was a new job, but…
"No fucking way..."
You froze for a few seconds, and your eyes were lost in nothingness trying to assimilate what you had just read.
"What? Hey!" Heejin shook you a few times to get you out of the trance. "Something bad happened?
"You... just read it," you put the phone in her hand, and Heejin sat on your abdomen to carefully read your client's information.
"HANNAM THE HILL?" she yelled, and then covered her mouth.
"Uhm... that's what it says," you still didn't quite know what to say, Hannam The Hill was the popular name of one of the richest and most luxurious neighborhoods in all of Seoul, where only big celebrities, high-ranking businessmen and maybe gangsters lived. And yes... your client was one of those three.
"You know how big this is, don't you?" Heejin pointed at your phone screen as she looked at you, still impressed, "She’s rich, if she likes you, she will recommend you among her contacts. You can become an escort for millionaire women!"
"What the fuck... I… I'm not ready for that."
"Oh come on! You have nothing to lose, besides, we would be talking about a lot of money."
"You don’t know that."
"Honey, women like her and me will give anything for a good cock, the difference is that I have one for free," Heejin winked at you, "But that's not the point, the point is, you have talent, and if you go with the right mindset, you'll have her in your pocket."
And there you were, again immersed in a choice that could change the course of your life, more difficult and screwed up than the previous one. There hadn't been such a problem last time, after all, they were girls of your same social status, so you felt comfortable and without pressure, but this situation was different; you never imagined having to go to one of the most luxurious neighborhoods in Seoul, to fuck a wealthy woman and take the "risk" of becoming her personal fucktoy.
Of her, and if Heejin was right, of many more.
<> You asked yourself in your head, without expecting an answer from your subconscious. You were terrified of all the possible scenarios, but it was an opportunity that you couldn't pass up. You had to take a leap of faith. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, letting out a sigh.
“Agh… fuck it, I’ll do it.”
"Yaaay!" Heejin celebrated with lively applause and a big smile on her face.
"What if it's a setup to sell me into slavery to Indonesian smugglers?"
Heejin's smile immediately faded, just as her palms stopped in midair.
"I'm going to kick your ass."
"Sorry, I'm just nervous."
"Everything will be alright baby, be positive, okay?" Heejin leaned towards you and caressed your hair affectionately.
"Fine" you gave up with a sigh, giving the girl above you a little peck on the lips.
"By the way, when is the session supposed to be?"
"Uh..." You took your phone from her hand and opened the notification again to see the date, "Fuck, today at 8 pm. I have to get ready."
"Honey, you still have time. Let's just relax a bit," Heejin took the phone out of your hands and put it on the table next to the couch, then snuggled into your chest. You couldn't say no, so you just wrapped your arms around her and took a deep breath, a few minutes later, you both fell asleep.
6 hours later. 7:14PM.
It wasn't something you were proud of, but you were the kind of person who could be in the middle of an earthquake and still need a bucket of cold water to wake you up. This time, the bucket of water was Heejin's constant shaking on your chest.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey," she repeated, on an admittedly annoying level as she nudged you.
Seconds later you regained consciousness, until you finally opened your eyes and saw the brown-haired girl with a frown.
"What?"
"You have one hour to get ready and get out of here, hurry up!" she called out, then got up and walked to the kitchen to get a package of sliced bread from one of the shelves.
"Fuck!"
You got up (rather, you fell to the floor) from the couch and ran to the hall, then to the bathroom to take off all your clothes and get into the shower. You weren't sure, but it had possibly been the quickest shower of your life, so much so that you didn't even get to wash your hair properly, so the shampoo and soap were more than enough for you.
When you left the bathroom you immediately entered your room and opened the closet, seriously thinking about how to dress; you couldn't go like a homeless, but you couldn't go too fancy either, in both cases you'd look ridiculous, so you just decided to go with a casual outfit: a white hoodie, black joggers and a pair of sneakers. You also thought about putting on perfume, but the variety you had in your hairdresser wasn't exactly too great; you chose the first one that crossed your hand and you applied enough so that the aroma doesn’t disappear so easily. Ready to go, you walked out to the kitchen to be greeted by the familiar scent of toast.
"Ah, just in time! Your dinner is ready," Heejin said, bringing a plate with two sandwiches to the table along with a glass of apple juice.
"Honey, I can't be late, I have to go fast!" You protested picking up your phone and putting it in your hoodie pocket.
"Oh no, don't even think about it!" she stopped you, as you walked towards the exit, "don't think I'm going to let you go fuck without having dinner, who knows when you'll be back!" her brow furrowed and her fists clenched, you knew it was best to take heed.
You sighed, and then nodded to go sit in front of your plate. The sandwiches were outrageously good, one of the few things Heejin cooked to perfection; ham, cheese, tomato and lettuce, just the way you liked them. You finished in no time, not much more than 5 minutes.
"Now I really have to go," you said as you got up from the table and wiped some breadcrumbs off your pants, "the sandwiches were delicious, thank you so much Hekkie, see ya later" you stood in front of her and gave her a kiss on the forehead, to then begin to walk to the exit.
"Wait!" She stopped you, grabbed your sleeve and turned you around to plant a sweet kiss on your lips, "good luck wimp," then she opened the door behind you, and pushed you out of the apartment. Now you were alone against the world.
Not having a car, the first thing you did was take out your phone to order a taxi, which arrived after about 6 or 7 minutes, by then you were already waiting for it in front of the gate of the building where you lived. You got into the backseat, and as soon as you gave the driver the direction, your way to the hills began.
Seoul at night was a beautiful city, alive, radiant and certainly intimidating, it was very easy to feel small in a place like that, and that's exactly how you felt, especially for the purpose of your trip. During the entire way you were staring into the streets, still trying to figure out if what you were experiencing was a lucid dream or if it was reality. You were completely disconnected from what was happening, you felt the music from the radio far away, buried under 5 floors while you navigated through your thoughts; you were so distracted that it took the driver more than three attempts to get your attention.
"Hey, sir, not to be nosy, but what exactly are you going to do in Hannam The Hill? It's not common to order a taxi to go to that place, normally all its residents go in luxury cars and don't need this kind of service”, the man said, with his eyes on the road.
"Oh, I'm just going to... hmmm, visit a... friend," you weren't so sure how convincing you sounded, but from the driver's face, it seems like not too much.
"Well, consider yourself lucky to have friends like that" he replied with a mischievous tone of voice, followed by a giggle.
You didn't say another word, you just let out a small sigh to sink into your seat.
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"Here we are, good evening sir," the driver said as he stopped on a street between residential complexes.
"Thank you, have a good evening too," you said as you got out of the taxi, and seconds later, he was gone, leaving you alone in the nest of vipers.
And yes, you were the mouse, or at least that's how you felt with how intimidating that place looked to you. The change in lifestyle was very noticeable compared to the area where you lived, here all the people looked expensive, wore expensive outfits, went with expensive phones and had expensive cars; the architecture was nothing extravagant, rather, it looked simple, but the large windows of the residential buildings showed why it was such an exclusive area. The air that was breathed was also different, and it wasn’t only because of the height of the hill, but also because of the carefree aura of all the passers-by, they knew that they were rich people with a settled life, that they didn’t have to worry about shitty bosses or shitty salaries. You automatically felt like an intruder.
You were standing on the sidewalk of what you knew was the main street, with a slightly meandering shape that went between the buildings. In front of you was a five-story residential complex in the shape of a small semicircle, with balconies protruding one below the other in a system of levels, all being the same size, they reminded you of the stairs to go up to your apartment; you reckoned at least three more of those to the end of the street; they were the most attractive in the whole place, since the others were ordinary buildings, luxurious, yes, but seen from the sky they could be perfectly located in the center of Seoul.
You could have easily stood still for five more minutes, but the people passing by began to look at you with suspicion, you assumed that it wasn’t normal for an idiot to stay there for so long in a place like that. You took out your phone to look at the exact address of the apartment, you had no idea which of all the buildings it was, so you just started exploring.
Thank the gods, it hadn't been that difficult, you had the number of the building, so it was just a matter of walking for a while until you found the right one; time ended up taking you to one of the buildings on the right row, specifically one that faced the Han River and the beautiful bridges that passed over it, but as expected, you couldn't even get into the hall that easily, since there was a security guard at the gate, the old man wasn't intimidating at all, but it was still an obstacle.
"Excuse me sir, I'm going to the apartment…" you checked your phone for a second, "5, top floor."
The guard looked you up and down and then walked over to you, patting your waist and legs a few times to make sure you weren't carrying a weapon, then turned around, picking up the phone on the wall to dial a number that you assumed was the one from your client's apartment.
"Good night, Miss Lee, here is a man who says is coming to visit you... yes, what is your name, sir?" the guard asked as he looked at you.
"Uh… she knows me as Starboy, Star-boy," you separated the word into syllables, so the guard would repeat it through the phone correctly; you quickly felt embarrassed by the alias, as the man gave you a puzzled look.
"Sssu-taru-boy… Aha… understood, at your service," finally, the guard hung up and nodded for you to come in, "go ahead, sir, have a good night."
"Thank you," you said with a small bow to the man before moving into the hall. You walked straight to the elevator, and pressed the button that would take you to the apartment floor; when the doors opened again, you felt a chill run down your spine, which later evolved into goosebumps all over your body. The door was there, at the end of the wide corridor that seemed to grow longer and longer; you walked slowly, as if the person waiting for you behind that door was a demon straight outta Lucifer's legion (it probably was).
"Okay, focus, you can do this," you murmured to yourself as you stood in front of the beautiful mahogany door, shaking your shoulders to release your nerves, and then, after a few seconds of mental preparation, you pressed the bell.
Not even 5 seconds passed when the green light of the security system installed on the doorknob turned on. The door opened.
And there she was, possibly one of the most beautiful women you've ever seen.
The beauty and class that her aura transmitted was completely out of the ordinary, it captivated all your senses in the best possible way; dark brown hair that reached halfway down her torso, perfectly wavy, shiny, and manicured; a turtleneck dress with long sleeves fitted to her curvy body, whose incredibly sexy legs stood out for their length and how creamy they looked. And her face, for God's sake, you've never seen anything like it. Her eyes were sharp like those of a predator, with an outline that only highlighted how deep her gaze was; you felt intimidated, but from the way she looked you up and down, you soon felt turned on.
"Come in" the woman said in a harsh and commanding tone of voice as she stepped aside.
And that's what you did. You crossed the door frame, to later hear how it closed behind you.
The apartment was fascinating despite how "minimalist" it was, but what caught your immediate attention was the large window that ran from one end of the apartment to the other, giving a beautiful view of the river, the bridges and the city in the distance; unintentionally you went straight to the glass, stunned by the beauty that came from every corner of your eyes.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" her voice behind your left shoulder chilled you.
"Yes... everything looks so different from here... it must be amazing to see something like this every morning."
"Over time you get used to it and it stops being so impressive, but that doesn't stop it from being beautiful," she put a hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer to her, "come on, let's relax a bit."
The moment you turned around, Miss Lee separated from you and walked over to the long L-shaped sofa in the middle of the room.
"Have a seat, please," she said before leaving you alone to go to what you thought was the kitchen. You sat in the middle of the couch and leaned your back on the cushion behind you, which by the way, you felt was more expensive than your entire apartment by itself; in front of you, a coffee table and two single sofas with heart-shaped cushions. You looked up a little more, to admire the huge television fixed perfectly in the middle of a bookcase, which was adorned on both sides with a few portraits, small statues, and… sketches? You leaned forward to take a closer look, realizing that they were sketches of dresses, vests and blouses.
"Looks like you've already noticed my amazing designs," Miss Lee said as she came back with two crystal glasses in one hand, and an ice bucket with a bottle inside.
"Are you a fashion designer?" you asked, while she left the bucket and the glasses on the table.
"Do you think a simple designer can afford this apartment?" she sat next to you, her right elbow on the back of the sofa and her legs crossed one on top of the other. Her posture, her gaze and her tone of voice made you feel small and vulnerable, you knew she was scanning every detail of you.
“Well…”
"No, even though I do designs from time to time, it's not my job, in fact, I'm the one in charge of approving the designers' work."
"Then you are?..."
"Do you know Style Nanda?"
You weren’t a very passionate person about fashion, but you did a little tour of your memories, without going any further, you went to the morning of that same day, when you were in the center of Seoul with Heejin and you visited a mall. Yes, you had a vague memory of the great facade of the brand among all the others, it was pink, and it reminded you of the facade of some Tommy Hilfiger stores.
"Yes?" you finally said.
"CEO."
Well, that made sense.
"Oh wow... Well, you're definitely thirty steps above me."
"We're not here to prove my superiority, we're here for you to fuck me like no one has ever fucked me before," with that sentence, you felt a small tingle from your lower abdomen to your crotch, it was starting. But still, you didn't want to get nervous, you had to keep your composure. You looked into her eyes, holding her intense cat-like gaze for a few seconds.
"I'm sure I won't disappoint you."
"You better not," it was very subtle, but you could tell one of her eyebrows arched slightly, "but well, as much as I'd love to keep talking about myself, would you mind pouring the wine while you tell me why you're doing this?"
You obeyed the order and leaned forward to take the bottle already uncovered from the ice, it was white wine, and it had a name that you couldn't even pronounce out loud: <>, you had no idea what it meant, but from the presentation of the bottle, it also seemed more expensive than your entire apartment.
"Well, long story short, my boss was a fucking bitch and she only fired me because she didn't like me," you began, as you carefully poured the wine into both glasses, "I was a very good employee, and had a good working relationship with my colleagues, but I don't know, I was the only one in my department to be fired."
You put the bottle of wine back in the bucket, and took both glasses to hand one to her. Miss Lee kept her eyes on you, waiting for you to keep counting.
"Then I got home, and my roommate tried to find solutions for me while I hated my life, and I don't remember how we got to that, but, she told me about this platform and how I could get the most out of it thanks to my qualities. "
"Her? Do you live with a girl?"
"Hm? Ah, yes, since 2 years ago, we have become very close."
"Do you fuck her?"
You weren't shy about answering, but the question still took you by surprise.
"Uhm... yes, quite a lot, I'd say."
"I see… so, she recommended the platform to you because of the size of your cock?"
"Not only because of its size, I also know how to use it."
For the first time that night, you could see a very small hint of a smirk on her face.
"Alright then, how about we make a toast to you being here?" she raised her glass to you, and you did the same, causing both glasses to slightly touch
You both took a sip of your wine, and you were surprised at how delicious it was, with a mix of flavors between pear, apple, lemon, and grapes. You weren't exactly a wine fan, you were more into drinking vodka, but you would definitely give it more chances from now on.
"Well…" Miss Lee put the glass down on the table and then carefully took yours from your hands to do the same, carefully removed her heels, and straddle your lap, her dress slipped up a bit, allowing you to see the black of her panties for a moment, "how about we get started?"
Miss Lee cupped your face with both hands and crashed her lips against yours, melting them in a kiss that from the first moment was slow but full of passion. You sank down a bit on the sofa, leaving her body slightly on top of yours.
"Don't be shy… touch me," she murmured in the middle of the kiss, which she then intensified with the addition of her tongue. You didn't need her to tell you twice; your hands went straight to her waist, pressing her body to yours and then raising her dress to her abdomen, you squeezed her butt hard, and noticed that she was only wearing a thong. With more freedom to move her legs, she gripped her thighs on either side of your body, and began rubbing her crotch against the growing bulge in your pants.
The sensation of her ass between your fingers was incredible, her flesh was soft and spongy, perfect for squeezing and massaging; but as much as you wanted to grope her ass all night, you also wanted to get a feel of her tits; your hands slid between your bodies to her mounds, giving each one a gentle squeeze, and to your surprise, Miss Lee wasn’t wearing a bra, allowing you to fully feel the softness and size of her tits under your hands. She moaned against your lips and also slid a hand between your bodies, reaching for your erection and returning the favor with a few hard squeezes, then she broke away from the kiss and placed her hands on your shoulders.
"Mmm, such a good kisser, first point to evaluate approved," she said, licking her lips.
Great, now you are also being evaluated.
"Clothes off, now," she ordered before standing up, you obeyed the order immediately, taking off first your shoes, your hoodie, your pants, and lastly, the boxer that enclosed your hard cock, which immediately attracted Miss Lee’s gaze, "Oh my god, it's bigger than the pictures… lay down there, please," she pointed to the longest and widest part of the couch.
You went where she pointed and laid down, supporting yourself only on your elbows as you watched her unzip her dress and slide it off her body, now fully exposed to you. She was the perfect definition of a fleshy, smooth and curvaceous body, starting from her beautiful tits, which had you drooling just looking at them as she got closer to you.
She walked up to stand in front of your feet and turned around, to slowly slide her thong off her ass and down her legs, giving you your first glimpse of her plump wet pussy, and sure enough, your cock throbbed at the thought that soon you were going to be wrapped by that meat.
Before getting on the couch with you, Miss Lee pressed several switches on the wall until only the lights above you were on, while the rest of the room was dark, giving the encounter a more sexy and intimate touch.
"You better know how to eat pussy… if I'm happy with your work, you'll be rewarded immediately," Miss Lee crawled over you until her tummy was on your face, then turned around, and settled her body so that her pussy was floating inches from your mouth. Little by little she lowered her hips, until finally your face was buried between her soft buttocks, and when you felt her pussy on your lips, you began to use your tongue delicately as a prelude to what was to come; you moved along her slit, making long licks complemented by sensual kisses on her folds; her moans soon became present, they were very subtle, but the deep silence in the room allowed you to hear them easily.
"Mmmm," she moaned against her pursed lips, then rested her hands on your thighs and twisted her hips slightly; with the indication that you were on the right track, you brought your hands to her waist to apply pressure with your fingers, while your tongue varied in strokes and speeds; you were going faster now, and as her sweet nectar seeped from her pussy, your thirst to please her seemed more and more fueled.
It took a little while, but within seconds Miss Lee was grinding her hips against your face, slow at first, but as you increased the pace of your licking at her clit so did her desperation for more pleasure. Her moans were no longer controlled and discreet, now the whole room was full of her beautiful sounds of joy; her nails dug into either side of your hip before she dropped against your body, her tits pressed against your lower abdomen, and you felt her take your hard cock with one hand and shove it into her mouth without any warning.
The sudden feeling of warmth around your cock made you moan, but that didn't stop you. You knew that was the reward for doing a good job, so you doubled your efforts, squeezing her buttocks and eating her pussy like a hungry animal. She moaned around your shaft as she bobbed her head up and down, giving you a perfect messy blowjob that wouldn't last much longer.
"Oh shit, oh shit, that's it, just like that!" she moaned loudly as she pulled your cock out of her mouth, straightening up so she could grind her ass against your face; you were smothering between her buttocks and against her pussy, but you didn't give a damn, you kept licking frantically while Miss Lee used your hair as a prop to move harder.
Not many seconds passed when her moans grew louder, you gave one last effort, reaching for her tits with both hands and giving each one a strong squeeze, igniting the spark that would trigger her orgasm. Her thighs pressed against each side of your face with such force that you felt your skull would explode; she fell forward, gripping to your hips as spasms controlled her. Her juices spilled all over your face, but you scooped up as much as you could with your tongue until her body relaxed, as did the pressure of her thighs against your head.
Regaining her composure, Miss Lee pushed her ass out of your face and turned around again, to straddle your abdomen and lean forward, cupping your chin between her thumb and forefinger.
"Congratulations… you're the first to pass this point, no one has ever eaten my pussy so good," she said quietly, still catching her breath, "you did so well, that you earned the privilege of cumming on my tits."
She placed a kiss on your lips, before sliding down your body and positioning herself between your legs. Your cock throbbed right in front of her face, which made her smirk.
"You have an amazing cock… it feels really, really good in my mouth," she said, as she placed wet kisses on your balls, working her way up to your tip, "that's another approved point for you, by the way."
Miss Lee took your cock in one hand and gazed into your eyes as she twirled her tongue around your head, before giving it a couple of kisses and bringing half of your shaft into her mouth. A long moan of satisfaction left your mouth at the now familiar feeling of warmth around your cock; Miss Lee started pumping her head slowly, as if she wanted to make sure you felt the softness of her lips and tongue as much as possible; you propped yourself up on your elbows to get a more comfortable look, while she gave you the most sensual blowjob you had received in your life.
At first she didn't take more than half of your shaft inside her mouth, but as the seconds went by she almost reached the base of your cock, leaving it all covered with a thick layer of saliva; she didn't increase the pace at any time, on the contrary, she took you out of her mouth only to now concentrate on your balls, sucking one of them and slowly jerking you off with her hand.
You were in goddamn heaven as she worked on your balls and your cock at the same time, she was very experienced at it as she applied the perfect suction force to make it enjoyable but not painful at all. Once your balls were also covered in saliva, her mouth returned to your cock immediately; her head pumps became slightly faster, with the intention of taking you to the final stretch; she took your full length this time, not even showing any gag reflex.
"Let me know when you're going to cum, okay? You haven't earned the privilege of cumming in my mouth yet," she said after a short pause, and you just nodded. When she returned to your cock she added her hand to the equation, making a corkscrew motion that sent you into ecstasy before a minute had even passed.
"I-I-I'm cumming!" you managed to say, and Miss Lee pulled you out of her mouth to bring her boobs up to your crotch and point your tip at them as she jerked you off quickly, making you explode immediately. You squirmed on the couch while thick strips of cum shot out of your cock, landing against the perfect tits of the beautiful woman in front of you, you closed your eyes while you cummed, and when you opened them, you admired her mounds completely painted with your thick load, from which several drops fell to the sofa below you.
"My god… you came a lot, I hope those balls aren't empty yet," she gave you a small kiss on the tip, before getting up from the couch and disappearing from your sight. You stood alone, still taking in the immense amount of pleasure you just received.
Miss Lee came back after a few minutes, completely clean and recomposed unlike you, who was still sticky because of the layer of sweat on your body. She climbed onto the couch, then straddled your lap, causing her pussy to press against your flaccid cock.
"Enough rest, baby, it's time for the main attraction," Miss Lee rested her hands on your abdomen and began grinding her hips back and forth, making your cock completely hard again after a few seconds; then she leaned forward and cupped your shaft with one hand, rubbing your tip against her folds several times, finally lowering her hips and impaling herself inch by inch on your manhood.
You pursed your lips, stifling a slight moan of satisfaction as you felt your cock embraced by her soft folds, her pussy wasn't as tight as Heejin's, but it felt warm and wet, so fucking wet. Your hands went to her waist right away, pulling her down to be completely buried inside her, causing Miss Lee to let out a cute moan as she closed her eyes.
"God, it feels so fucking big and perfect inside me," she gasped, getting used to your length, only to start moving her hips up and down after a few seconds.
She moved slowly at first, at a deep and passionate rhythm that served her to enjoy how you filled her completely; her hands were now resting on your shoulders, and yours went to her tits, which screamed to be massaged, and so you did, you took each one in one hand and gave it a strong squeeze, to then play with both nipples between your fingers.
Your massage on her tits only encouraged her to seek more and more pleasure, she put her back straight, placed her hands on your abdomen and began to jump quickly on your cock; her boobs began to bounce freely, but this time you didn't bring your hands to them, you simply enjoyed the hypnotic image, letting her use you for her own pleasure.
Her moans intensified in a matter of seconds, as did the sounds of her ass slamming against your pelvis; but not content with it, she paused for a moment to plant her feet on the couch, grab onto each side of your abdomen, and start tearing your pelvis apart with each thrust of her ass. You groaned out loud, feeling the inside of her pussy squeeze even tighter around your cock, in probably one of the best rides you've ever had.
"Oh my fucking god, oh my fucking god! Your cock feels so good, sooooo fucking good!" she yelled as she closed her eyes and let out uncontrolled moans..
At this point, what you were doing could easily be mistaken for a round of applause after the end of a sports game; you felt that she was sinking you into the sofa by the force with she slammed her hips against you, so much so that it even became painful at one point, so you decided to take control. You held her by the knees and made her return to her starting position, but this time you wrapped your arms around her and made her stick her chest to yours, her face was centimeters from yours, so you took advantage of the moment to start a torrid kiss with her, as you planted your feet on the sofa and began to pump up and down with the same fast and aggressive rhythm.
She moaned against your mouth, nearly screaming if you hadn't added your tongue to the game, making them both squirm with each other. Your hands went to her ass again, squeezing each cheek and giving the right one a hard spank; Miss Lee instantly cried out and broke away from the kiss, burying her face right next to yours; now you felt her beautiful moans right in your ear, which filled you with energy to pound her pussy even harder.
"Fu-fu-ck me fr-om b-behind... now," she managed to say in your ear, between frantic moans.
You quickly pushed her off of you, she settled herself on the sofa, her chest flat against it and her ass perched at the perfect height waiting for you; you positioned yourself behind her, and without a second thought you slid back inside her. Miss Lee moaned loudly as she felt the full thickness of your cock filling her pussy; with no time to waste you dedicated yourself to pound her pussy hard, firmly grabbing at her waist and making her ass jiggle with every thrust.
"Fffffuuuck! Fuck! Fuck! Pull my hair! I'm too fucking close, pull my fucking hair!" your hostess ordered between noisy moans, and you weren’t the one to disobey one of her orders, so you slightly leaned forward and took a big handful of her hair with your right hand, to strongly pull it back and make her look up.
That was the turning point. Miss Lee's pussy clenched around your cock, a sign that her hair being pulled, in combination with your thrusts, was pushing her to the limit. Not even a minute passed when her body collapsed, her muscles contracted violently, as did her pussy, and her moans stopped as her mouth remained open in an "O" shape; her orgasm was attacking her relentlessly, she lost the support of her hands, so her face crashed sideways against the sofa as the spasms faded away. Your thrusts became slow and deep, fucking her through her orgasm until finally her muscles relaxed.
"Cum inside me, fuck me hard and fill my pussy, boy," she ordered in a tired voice, looking over her shoulder at you.
"But... are you sure, miss?" you knew it was an order you couldn't disobey, but you still hesitated.
"I'm safe, nothing will happen, now do it!" Despite being so exhausted, Miss Lee managed to sound intimidating.
Well, you no longer had an excuse. You had all the lights green, but you wanted to do something first. You pulled your cock out of her and gently rolled her onto her back, Miss Lee gave you a puzzled look, but when you grabbed her legs, put them over your shoulders and leaned forward to get back inside her, her face changed back to one of pure pleasure.
You put your hands on the couch on either side of her body, and began fucking her for the second time that night, but this time for your own pleasure. You didn't start slow, there was no need to, as you were so close to the edge that you were desperate to cum inside her.
You thrusted into her like an uncontrolled animal, making sure your entire cock was buried deep in her pussy with every move you made; apparently in that position you hit her g-spot, as Miss Lee's face was so transfixed with pleasure that she couldn't even produce moans.
Not even a minute passed when Miss Lee cummed for the third time that night, but that didn't stop you from continuing to fuck her; you leaned against her thighs with the full weight of your body, and thanks to the sensation of her pussy almost suffocating your cock, you exploded inside her. You may have felt a bit embarrassed afterwards, but the number of loud moans you let out at that moment was a record for you; you shot your entire load into her pussy, spurts and spurts that seemed never ending; the voice returned to Miss Lee’s throat, who let out sensual moans as she felt your thick cum inside her.
You gave a few more thrusts inside her, until you slowly came out of her pussy, which spilled the biggest amount of cum you've ever discharged onto the couch. You felt like you were going to pass out, if your life was a cartoon, you would definitely be seeing little birds spinning around your head at that moment.
Without even thinking about it you collapsed on your side next to Miss Lee, your face only inches from hers. Your eyes were weak, but you were able to see how she scooped up some of your cum with her fingers and brought it to her mouth, without saying a single word before or after.
10 minutes passed, until you both finally regained some energy.
"You're going to delete your profile, now you're ours," she whispered for you to hear, then sat down and arranged her hair in a bun.
"What? Ours?" you immediately sat down next to her.
"As you heard," she turned to look at you, "the reason I'm so picky about this is because I'm not the only one you'll have to satisfy."
"Wait what? What the fuck?! I never agreed on that!" you got up from her couch and stood in front of her, clearly upset.
"$30,000 per session, that will be the base price," she stated, and you hesitated a second at that figure.
"T-this is fucking wrong, you tricked me!" you were still upset, but you weren't sure how convincing you looked anymore.
"Are you going to refuse to fuck rich women who are going to pay you large amounts of money?"
Put that way, it seemed like a lucid dream, one of the best you could ever have, but still, you hated being lied to.
"I… agh, shit! No! I'm not going to reject that offer," you clenched your fists and turned your back on her, taking a few steps forward and looking at the boats that were sailing down the river, but soon you felt her presence on your back, seeing the landscape just over your shoulder, you could feel her breath on it.
"I understand that you're upset, but there was no other way," a long silence formed after that sentence, "... my name is Sunmi, Lee Sunmi."
"I thought you would never say it."
"Not everyone deserves to know my name, you had to earn it, and you certainly did," Sunmi hugged your back, her boobs pressing against you.
"Great, now what?" your sight now wandered between the buildings on the other side of the river.
"Now you will move into this residential complex."
"WHAT?!" you separated from her, your eyes wide open as you scrutinized her completely calm face, as if you wanted to find out if she was serious.
"Yes, you will be moving to this same building, the apartment below us has been vacant for months," she replied matter-of-factly.
Damn, she was serious.
"I don't even have money to pay for your door!" you complained
"I will pay your rent every month, but in return, I will not pay you for any sessions, and I can have you as many times as I want."
"But..."
"Ugh," she rolled her eyes, annoyed, "you can move in with that little whore you live with if you want, as long as she doesn't interfere in our business."
"Okay, thanks, I promise she won't," you sighed in relief, walking several times in the same direction and back.
"Good."
"Are you sure it's not too much for me?" you stopped to look at her.
"If you're going to work for us, you need to be as close to us as possible."
"Oh right, I almost forgot that detail," you nodded, then snorted.
"Get dressed and go please, I have important things to do now," she ordered, and then she went to the bathroom.
"Yes, Miss Sunmi," you sighed.
You went to the center of the room and dressed quickly, then waited for Sunmi at the door. She appeared a few minutes later, wrapped in a scarlet bathrobe.
"I want you here tomorrow at 10:00 AM, don't you even dare be late," she stood in front of you and looked into your eyes.
"Understood, and… uhm, thank you," you gave her a small bow.
"God, you cum on my tits and in my pussy, we can skip the formalities," she cupped your face in her hands and planted a deep kiss on your lips, "now go."
Sunmi opened the door, and you walked out of the apartment with flushed cheeks.
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The way back to your house was even worse than the way out. Heejin was right all the time in her hypothesis, when she told you you took it a bit as a joke, you didn't give it much importance, but now she made you look like a clown. God, what the hell have you gotten yourself into? Your life was about to change completely, just because a rich woman liked your cock; it seemed like something you should be very happy and excited about, after all, you were going to be paid amounts of money you never thought to see in your own pockets, but that didn't make it any less terrifying.
When you got to your apartment you rang the doorbell, and Heejin opened it within seconds, her hair was up in a messy bun, and she was wearing her glasses, sheer shorts, and a tank top with nothing underneath. She was probably drawing.
"Hi honey! How was it?"
"Well... we're moving out of here."
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Spren Notes:
Well, it's been a while, hasn't it? Hehe. Well, I don't really have much to say, first, I'm a lazy mf, and second, I've been busy for a whole month with my moving out of FL and all that adult shit. Anyways, the reality is that many times I was lazy to write, I'm sorry for that lol.
Finally, the first part of this series! I plan to write a total of ten chapters, but depending on how much support this gets I can expand it to more ;). I hope you enjoyed it!
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Perception
Pt 3 , Pt 2, Pt 1
Summary: Y/n was just dropping some books off at the Salvatore residence. She expected to find trouble, being the odd one out and everything, she didn't expect his name to be Damon Salvatore. What happens when the infamous leather-clad vampire was just as unprepared for her?
Warnings: angst, violence, weaponry, swearing, probably a crisis of some kind
Word count: 1.9k
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Damon's POV
Six months ago...
I was hunting, like usual. My lust for a good time as sinful as the creature of the night that I was ( as my brother would so poetically put it).
I scanned the town square with a bored expression on my face, I was anything but. My heart rate was ellivated by vampire standards. I could feel the pulse of adrenaline through my veins, I could taste the sweet, metallic, tang of prey's blood on my tongue already. The perks of being a vampire, I guess. Everything was heightened to prepare for the kill, that's what made it so exhilarating.
To some extent, the thrill of the hunt was more satisfying than the kill, for me, at least.
When I was in my early 120s, I was tangled up with this exquisite gypsy-girl from Romania. She was human, but she thrived on the thrills of life. I smiled to myself as I remembered how she'd told me to chase a high like I would chase a pretty girl, one night of passionate sin for the thrill of adventure. Her English had been terrible and she'd been high as a kite at the time, still, her words had clung to me a little harder than I thought they would.
Now, I almost felt like the old man that I was, sitting on a darkened park bench in the middle of a nowhere-town that I had once called home. I was reminiscing, when seconds ago, I was pumped up to catch and feast on some hot sorority girl spending her spring break away from college. I shook my head, trying to snap myself out of whatever emotional rush I was wigging out on.
I looked up, it was an accident, happenstance really, and still I had my breath knocked away by her. She had this secret fire about her as she walked towards the Grille. She was 100 feet away, a ridiculous distance to be noticing all those little details that anyone else would've missed. The way her eyelashes fluttered over her cheeks, the way her hair danced as she walked, the way she held a secret smile that was only for herself. Then she stopped.
I was half-heartedly brought out of my trance, realizing that I was on the edge of my seat without remembering when I'd moved. I blinked. She was talking to someone. I rolled my eyes as my enhanced vision brought me to Caroline Forbes' face. She was smiling widely at the girl, her arms gesturing in a false bravado of warmth. They hugged, I noticed that the girl went stiff, her inner fire that had me literally lost for words, bound up into a little ball as she searched for words to say to a long lost friend. Not very friendly, if you ask me. I scoffed, getting up. I considered making my way over to the pair when Elena Gilbert and the Judgey witch joined the party.
The new girl visibly seethed at the sight of Elena. For some reason I felt something stir within the magic that kept me alive after death. I stumbled backwards, gasping for breath I didn't need. Okay, what the hell?
The new girl was storming off now, away from the dumbfounded trio and off in the direction of the woods. For the same inexplicable reason that I had just been knocked backwards, I followed her. I found myself thinking that I should make sure she was alright. I stopped, stared at the faraway treeline and vaguely wondered if I was high and when I'd consumed another substance that wasn't AB positive.
Suddenly I was walking again, I was a couple hundred paces away from her now, she marched with a fury that I would've found funny if I didn't feel so weird as my legs moved on their own. I should stop this, I'll call Ric and get drunk at the Grille and forget about this stupid girl. She's nobody, and you're Damon Salvatore for God's sake, pull yourself together.
I looked around, I was in a parking lot. The bays were dirt and gravel and there was a trail that led into the forest up ahead. I tensed. I had known these woods my entire life; I went hunting in them, alone, for weeks at a time when I was a boy, but for the first time in my life I was completely lost. My head thrummed in my disorientation and my vampire instics were going haywire, there was danger, I should move, I can't move.
Then she was on me. It was so fast I didn't even know what was happening until I was flat on my back in the dirt. I groaned, my ears buzzing with the impact of hitting the ground. I opened my eyes and saw her standing over me. I wanted to smile at her, even at the worst time possible, that was my first instinct. She looked beautiful silhouetted against the stars. Her chest rose quickly as she steadied herself after knocking me down. That must've taken an insane amount of force for this-this child. Suddenly I was back. Who the fuck does she think she is pinning down in the goddamm dirt? And what the fuck was I thinking letting my guard down?
I moved my shoulders, tensing to prepare for the impact of knocking her off me when I saw the glint if silver clutched in her steady hands. It was a small handgun, delicate in nature with the pungent odour vervain radiating from the barrel. She had a deadly glint in her eye as she readied herself for the kill. Without thinking about it, I felt my head collapse against the ground in revelation, she's a lot like me...
"What d'ya want, vampire?" She said it with a snarl so venomous I almost jumped. I cocked my head to the side to see her better.
"What's your name?" I said it hastily, like the words spilled out of a nasty gash in my throat before I could stop them. I felt weirdly calm knowing this girl could possibly kill me at the flick of a wrist.
"What?" She looked surprised. Then she laughed, it was short and to the point but it was brilliant. A symphony of death and teenage turmoil. "You're about to be shot in the face and all you can think about is some girls name?" She looked at me with a skeptical smirk.
I shrugged, not feeling as blasé as I looked. "Character flaw."
"Clearly." She paused. "You do that practiced confidence thing pretty well." When I stared at her, she clarified. "I mean, it's plain to see you're stressed. I guess I would be too if I had a gun to my face."
"You've never killed before. You're not going to start now." I was testing her, waiting for that weak spot, still, the thought of harming her made the magic in my blood curdle. I held my hands out in surrender at my sides. Her grip tightened around her pistol.
"Clearly I'm not the only person in this town with eyes." She muttered it under breath, but I wondered what it meant as she slowly deliberated what to do. "If I let you up... that's probably a bad idea, right?"
"Well, if I was you, I would've shot myself already. So not really a good start darlin'." I smirked at her. Almost... She looked away, it was only for a second, but it was enough. Suddenly I was out, her stance was unsteady, her determination altered. It was the perfect chance to get the hell away from here. It wasn't often that the Damon Salvatore was known for running away, but I'd be damned if I let myself die over the wildest trip I'd ever had. Or whatever this was. "Better luck next time killer. Try target practice before you wave that thing around-" I was almost laughing, I was almost free.
There was a crippling pain in my right foot. The burn of vervain had me doubled over before I could blink. The ring of the gun firing was still blocking my senses. She was standing where I'd gotten away from her. Her shoulders raised and her brow set. "I don't like vampires following me and I don't miss. You do the math and then think about how many limbs you got." She waited for an answer, why she thought I would, was beyond me. She took a step forward pointing the gun to my left. I shuffled backwards, raising my hands in surrender.
"Alright! Alright. Calm down. I'll leave you alone." I grimaced at the pain that shot through my leg when I limped up and tried to steady myself.
"Huh. First time I've heard that one." I couldn't really tell if she was serious or not, but honestly , I didn't care. I needed to get out of here and away from this nutcase. I turned and began the painstaking journey back to the Boarding House. "Y/n." I turned back to look at her. She'd lowered her weapon and was looking at me with big questioning eyes, I wished I had the answers.
"You shoot all the guys that hit on you, Y/n?" And then I was gone.
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The next six months were probably the strangest in my entire afterlife.
Between the teenage drama and the life threatening war with the Original fucking vampires, I was so tired I could barely walk straight. And still, all this time all my every consuming thought, was about this girl. This girl that was passed out in my arms in the woods, this girl that I was going to drive to Georgia for to get much deserved answers. This girl that was my- something impossible.
We'd been on the road for 2 hours when she started to stir. I tensed my hands around the wheel when I thought about what I needed to tell her. Vampires, through some mystery of the Great beyond, couldn't follow nature's path. Our souls were so burned by the magic of vampirism that it was inconceivable, impossible even, to find our other halves. The balance to the darkness, the humanity to the beast.
It wasn't in our nature to be fated to anything. We were a species of the night, cruel and unforgiving. We didn't get to be balanced. It was always the monster, so long as eternity shall be. That is what The Maker said anyways. What if he was wrong? I shuddered at the thought. "Damon?" Her voice was croaky, she sounded as weak as I knew we both felt.
"Hey. Listen, don't move yet. Just get some more rest. We'll be there soon." Coward.
She groaned. "Where?" I kept silent. She followed suit. I heard her shuffle in her seat. The rustle of her hair was almost unbearable to listen to, her breathing just as heart-wrenching. "What did you mean when you said we were mates?"
I sighed. "It means you and I might be the rarest thing the vampire world has seen in 750 years." I turned to her. She probably needed to know more than that if I was going to break the bond. "We're bonded by-" I turned to look at her just as a car rammed into the side of her door. "Shit-" I gasped as we flew to the right. The car barreling across the highway. The crash of metal and the shatter of glass was the last thing I heard before Y/n screamed and then there was nothing...
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Sorry not sorry for the cliffhanger! >:) I wanted to give some perspective for why they're so weird with each other. So I thought Damon could tell his side of the story, pretty well. And its Damon, come on! What else would you be here for?
And who's The Maker???? Read to find out...
Requests are open! Comment and rebolg to let me know what you think!
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Yuriko's Thoughts on Ōta Division
Chinami Chinen
“Throughout my travels across the world, I have met all sorts of people with connections to forces beyond Humanity. From shamans, and mediums, to the priests of various gods. Each one of them has called me all sorts of things. From “Death’s Flower” to “She Who Death Adores”. I fear Chinami will be no different should she peer into my soul besides I have no need for her visions of the future. I'm much more interested in my unknown past besides if I am to die then it will be on my terms. Only then will I accept death’s embrace like the old friend he is.”
Kira Chinen
“I met Kira years ago during a contract of mine. It wasn't for very long but during my time there Kira mentioned her sisters and how much she cared for them. I’ll admit I didn't care much for what she said then and eventually, I moved on to other contracts. I didn't expect to see her again.” Yuriko takes a deep breath. “Until I saw her years later as a major when I massacred her unit. I recognized her instantly and was surprised to see her. We ended up fighting and I made quick work out of her.” Yuriko sighs. “I was going to end her life as well when I suddenly remembered Kira mentioning her family.” Yuriko looks down. “To this day I can not tell you what possessed me to spare her perhaps it was the fact that she had two sisters waiting for her back home. Which I guess was more than I could say for myself all those years ago. Now Kira is a contestant in the D.R.B and I'm sure if given the chance will come after me. I know it won't fix anything but I hope to apologize to Kira. I doubt she’ll accept it though.”
Taria Chinen
“Ah yes her. Taria tried pickpocketing my wallet a while back. The keyword is ‘try’ here.” Yuriko smirks. “I was a pickpocketer a very long time ago and I was only caught once. I know the tricks of the trade. Taria is good I’ll give her that. A regular person wouldn't have felt her but I am not a regular person am I? A word of advice Taria? You are a hundred years too young to be trying to steal from me.” Yuriko pulls out her wallet and waved it in front of her. “However, keep trying little jester and maybe you’ll get lucky one day.”
Birds of Prey
Yuriko slightly frowns. “I have mixed feelings about this team mainly about Kira. She’s made it clear that she wants to face me.” Yuriko closes her eyes, sighing. After a couple of seconds, she opens them back up. “Revenge is a powerful feeling isn't it Kira? Alright then Huntress come at me will all you got. I won't dishonor you with anything else.”
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I want Austin to win so badly which isn't only bias, he gave EVERYTHING to honoring Elvis and he more than earned it. I really like Brendan but have you read Roxane Gay's op-ed on The Whale?
i knew there was controversy about that, but had not seen anything in-depth, reading her piece (and i have such respect for her) is...distressing. she makes it clear her issue is not with brendon (whom we adore!) nor the objective quality of his performance, but rather with the cruelty she felt in the film itself. here's the link but warning that she is honest and what she discusses could be triggering.
regarding our beloved aus, tbh this now makes me want to share this publicly because it gets to the beating heart of the whole thing: what austin achieved was the result of constant preparation, months and months of research, dedicating a couple of years of his life solely to understanding and embodying someone to his spiritual and cellular level. it's not some paper-thin impersonation - something el has been subjected repeatedly, being turned into a costume or a parody unfairly. he gave body, mind, and soul to the film. (this is also why the banal comments about his voice make me rage, because not only are they patently untrue - have any of those people listened to elvis speak? - but it reduces his craft down into a joke when it is anything but. and austin's sincerity and openness is beautiful.) austin approached him so wholly and so kindly, which was imperative to make it work. i just quote conversations with chelsea all the time, but i sent that to her and she put this so well: "the part of that video that really touched me was that the people who knew him didn't see austin, they saw their friend. and how he dove into WHY elvis had certain physical movements, so they come from an authentic feeling. it is such a blessing to have given that to them, to give elvis back to his family, and then to reintroduce him to the world in a way that they can be proud of. it really was a steeper hill to climb than most acting roles ever are just because of how high the expectations are. and then to meet and exceed them." if this were a fictional story, it would be hard to believe it, but it was elvis' life. austin's tremendous connection there, and speaking about using his fear as a compass and seeing through his eyes - it IS a radical experience, as that video says. it is an incredible gift to have taken this man who's been so misrepresented on one hand and so idolized on the other, and bring the essence of him back to life, return him to the world in a sense, and cause audiences to be changed by the feeling it gives them and the love they find there. i have screenshots saved of tweets and comments from people i don't even know talking about what it means to them, what e means to them, because it touches me so deeply. is that not the whole point of taking such a journey? to find something so humanistic and so transformative? to reveal some profound sense of connection and love? there's so much i want to write and say about the film and i've just kept a lot of it to myself or said it to close friends, but what i kept thinking about today is when the switch flips at the end, and we're suddenly with elvis, not merely his image, but the plea and voice and words and heart of him, saying i need your love, i'll be comin' home, wait for me, every dream i've ever had has come true a hundred times, i keep singing a song...and how everything that went before is this love letter to him, infused with the passion and purpose of who he was, and how breathlessly they pulled that off. this project couldn't have existed without austin, and nothing can convince me that somehow elvis' spirit wasn't guiding him to that, not only for him, but for everyone who has been affected by it and will carry that with them. he deserves every award and every bit of praise he's been given, but it also has more lasting meaning than that. no matter what happens, we are going to remember that, we are going to take it with us. and that's what makes a performance live on, and a story, and a person. out there in the dark, there's a beckoning candle. we're keepers of that light.
#anonymous#letterbox#austin butler#elvis#i was a dreamer#there must be lights burning brighter somewhere
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Fictober '19 Prompt No. 16 — "Listen. No, really listen."
Category: Original
WIP: Darkspace Portent series
Rating: T
Timeline: an AU of Eternal
CW: none
Word Count: 1,042
Additional Notes: you can tell I was about to start writing Eternal for the first time due to how much of it I GOT WRONG
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Warren stood from his chair. "You…what?"
The volume of disbelief within the silence on the bridge pierced every one of the occupants' spines and they all knew it. A chill permeated the viewscreen and the windows, the vacuum of space somehow bleeding into the room with suboptimal forgiveness. The volumetric projection of Senator Roundtree in the corner clasped his hands in front of him, unperturbed despite every pair of eyes within the vicinity locked onto him in shock and, in a couple of cases, alarm.
"I've sent correspondence to Zliyagi informing them of your arrival," he said, again, just as he said the first time. Every word verbatim. "As you will be approaching soon, I decided to show diplomacy and graciousness so preparations can be made for you."
Through his peripheral Warren could see Thrive standing stock-still by the window, his own disbelief manifesting within the way he leveled the projection with an incredulous glare worthy of Hell itself.
"You're fucking joking, right?" Guetry blurted, breaking the silence between the others. "Wait…you didn't actually…you didn't just tell the fucking eliyi that we're coming, right? This is a joke." He slapped his palm on the console beside him as if he'd just solved a particularly tough riddle and his voice got louder and more aggressive as he spoke until he was shouting across the bridge. "Yep. He's kidding. Because there's absolutely…no fucking way this moron just gave away our position to an entire planet of an incredibly hostile race of aliens!"
"The idea is to create a sense of peace," Roundtree explained. "As we're the foreigners to their galaxy, approaching with pacifism will get us into their good graces and we can begin to forge a trusting bond between them and the Consortium."
Warren shook his head, still numb from the admission. "Pacifism…? Peace…?" He found himself desperate for someone to pinch him to prove he was in a nightmare. "…What have you done?"
"We aren't even all foreigners to this galaxy," Alec said hesitantly. "There's someone on this bridge who the eliyi have hunted down for literal centuries with blinders on and no mercy to spare. Senator, what you did was grossly irresponsible."
"Tell it like it is, Alec; it was goddamn incompetent," Guetry yelled.
"What do we do," Warren directed firmly at Thrive, who still had the senator in his mental crosshair. "How do we fix this?"
The senator spoke over him. "Approach the planet with caution but disarm all weapons to show we mean no harm. Ask for the Archmaster directly and work out an agreement that benefits both of us."
"Alright, now you've really gotta be fucking joking," Warren suddenly interrupted in kind. "Who gave you the right to tell us how to deal with the eliyi? Have you ever seen one in person, let alone dodged four or five swinging blade appendages while trying not to get shot in the face with a veteran rifle? How dare you expect us to survive any encounter with their whole planet, let alone make peace with them!"
Thrive spoke for the first time in minutes, and his tone was calmer than he looked. "Scotty, is there any way to rescind this correspondence?"
"Unfortunately no," Scotty said through the ship's comm. "The message was delivered forty-three hours ago."
"How much of their fleet is after us now?"
"Eight dreadnoughts and one hundred fighters."
Thrive closed his eyes. "Is there a chance we could survive if we faced them?"
The bridge fell silent as seconds ticked by. Guetry rubbed his face and leaned forward in his seat, the purple light under his temple flickering unpleasantly.
"No."
"Retreat," Thrive demanded, jumping into action as he strode over to navigation. "Alec, get back to the engine room, make sure we can execute an FTL leap."
"Your orders are very clear," Roundtree barked. "Approach Zliyagi and—"
"Shut up and listen," Warren snapped, stepping close to the projection. "No, really listen to the words I'm about to say to you. You have signed our death warrants. You have ordered us to be killed out here. You have put everyone here, especially Thrive, in danger. That makes me very angry. Do you understand?"
The rage in Roundtree's aura could be felt even from there. "You are making the biggest mistake in your—"
Warren, who grew more and more frustrated that he couldn't deck the man, clenched his fists. "Someone send him footage of Anchorage in 2048."
"On it," Guetry muttered.
"Do not insult my intelligence," Roundtree growled. "I have read the same textbooks as everyone else, and I am..." He did a subtle double-take at something out of visual range. He appeared to not want to pay full attention to whatever was going on, but as the Ganymede swept into a high enough speed to jump to FTL, his face changed from outrage to skepticism…to veiled regret. "…I am..."
"Does that look like a race that's willing to make peace to you," Warren asked, his voice cracking as he was hit with flashbacks of running from the eliyi, the destruction of his hometown, the loss of Brayden. "You ignorant, naïve son of a bitch."
Senator Roundtree disconnected their call and Warren was left to stand with his arms folded tightly across his chest, staring into the bulkhead. The senator had clearly gone above someone's head to make that correspondence, and it was unlikely he would maintain his position of power once someone above him learned about this.
Thrive came up to him and squeezed the juncture of Warren's neck and shoulder with reassurance. "We can escape them. We'll go into hiding until they feel the message set them up and they leave."
Warren looked at him, and he could tell Thrive had read him loud and clear. He was rewarded with a look of affection that he didn't deserve.
"They're gonna be looking out for us now," Warren said.
Thrive nodded. "We'll find a way down there." He lowered his voice. "I'm grateful you stood up for everyone…and me. That was brave."
Warren sighed. "Yeah, I think I shit myself, actually."
Thrive smiled, which surprised him. "That is vile."
"Made you grin though." Warren gently tugged Thrive's earlobe and sighed again. "Let's get the hell out of here."
#fp1#Darkspace Portent#M31 Arc#repost#I skipped one altogether because there was just...too much changed lmao#(also I hated it shh)
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Midoriya and Danny explores the limits of Danny's powers.
Chaos ensures.
Bonus: the rest of 1-A plays with their experimental discoveries on their quirk. Games ensues
Danny grunted with effort as Midoriya put another weight around him. His legs and arms were starting to shake with the strain but he held firm. Across the way Aizawa was keeping a careful eye on them, sipping his coffee as Cementoss chatted aimlessly with him. If the weight became to much for Danny at any point he would relieve it for him. And even though it was hard to hold all of this weight up, he wasn't anywhere near his limit. He could keep going.
And going.
And going.
And going.
It was another ten minutes before he finally called it. Cementoss took the weight off of him and he sank to the ground with a relieved sigh. Without all of that weight on his shoulders he felt like he could suddenly breath again. Midoriya came over and handed him a water bottle, a clipboard in his other hand.
"This...This is incredible, Danny," Midoriya said.
"What did I get?" Danny asked, taking a swig of water. "Three? Four hundred pounds?"
Midoriya looked at him like he had grown another head before turning the clipboard towards him. There was a bunch of nonsensical math scrawled all over the page but down at the bottom, circled and underlined, was a whopping twelve tons.
Danny choked on his water, still reeling as Midoriya slapped his back.
"It looks like your limits are a lot higher than we originally thought," Midoriya told him. "We need to do some other tests to see just how far you can go. Do you know how fast you can fly? Or how high up you can go?"
Danny shook his head and took another drink, pointedly ignoring the clipboard that was still shoved in his face. "How are we going to test that stuff, though? The gym seems a little to small for flight tests."
"Ground Beta isn't," Aizawa said. He looked mildly surprised at the dozen tons Danny could lift. "But it's getting late. We should head back to the dorms before curfew, and give your body a chance to recover from the strength test."
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Word had quickly spread about Danny's supernatural strength. Twelve tons wasn't something he could just brush off. Not when he was being complicated left and right. Hell, even All Might said his control over his strength and knowing other people's limits was impressive. And if he was being completely honest, Danny hadn't even noticed. He knew he was stronger, sure, but he had no idea how much he had actually been pulling his punches.
It's because of his newfound popularity that there was a small crowd in Ground Beta. It was just a couple of people from 1-A. Midoriya, of course, since he was smore invested in these tests than Danny himself. Ida and Uraraka were there too, but probably only because Midoriya had personally invited them. Bakugou had been dragged along by Kirishima, and Momo was there for mortal support should he get an answer he didn't want. To help him with his flight tests he had Aizawa, Thirteen, and Nezu all on standby.
"Fly to the end of the city and back to see how much speed you pick up," Aizawa told him. He handed Danny a speed-tracking device Hatsume made and he attached it to his chest before giving his teachers and classmates a two-fingered salute and flying off.
Flying was probably Danny's favorite part about being a halfa. To just feel the freedom and the wind in his air and wind so fast it made his eyes sting. It was thrilling and liberating in a way words couldn't truly describe.
The test went pretty quickly, though. He knew his rough speed indoors when turning thanks to Tucker, but outside in the open air it was much more. Inside he could do about a hundred miles per hour. He hadn't been expecting to his three hundred this time around. He kicked up the wind and stopped on a dime not far from the teachers. Some of the students were blown back by the force but nobody actually fell. Without another word, Aizawa just pointed up. Danny nodded, and with another salute he was off.
To see just how high he could go, Hatsume had added a camera in the thing on his chest that was giving a live feed back to the teachers.
The air was thinner the higher he got but because he didn't breathe in his ghost form he wasn't affected by it. he heard Aizawa's voice in his ear letting him know they had people to catch him if he fell, but to turn back if he was feeling lightheaded. Danny had given a quick, "Sure thing," before adding another burst of speed.
He isn't sure how long he was flying, but he kept going and going and going until there was...Nothing left. Just the atmosphere. The cold wasn't affecting him, and neither was the lack of air.
He wanted to go further, but he knew he was probably freaking his teachers out. It's not every day you find out your student can free-fly in space. But he did savor the moment, of staring at the stars and just taking this moment for himself. There was a serene kind of quiet at the edge of the atmosphere. Danny doesn't recall ever hearing anything so silent before.
After a few more minutes of admiring-because let's face it, wow doesn't really begin to cover just how beautiful space is-he let himself fall back to earth.
Going down took a lot less effort than going up, and with the help of gravity, it was a lot faster, too. And although he was disappointed he had to go back, he couldn't get the grin to leave his face as he gently touched back down. Everybody was so surprised. Even Aizawa was openly showing his emotion at Danny's ability to casually just go to space.
"Holy shit," he breathed.
"Dude," Kirishima said.
"What was it like?" Uraraka asked him.
"I need a drink," Aizawa muttered.
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Over the course of the next week, they all gathered round to test the limits of Danny's powers. But almost the entire class had come to watch most days after the space incident. It made testing feel more like a goal he could reach over just being a glorified science project. It was especially fun when Kaminari made it a group project.
"I think that's all of us," Midoriya said from somewhere in the middle of the pile. They were all lying on a giant slab Cementoss had made for them. All twenty of his classmates were perched on top, giggling and making jokes as Danny casually walked around with their weight.
"Do we just weigh nothing to you?" Shinso asked him. Danny shrugged as best as he could.
"It's like holding a couple of grapes."
That was a gross exaggeration, but in the grand scheme of things, a few hundred pounds was nothing compared to twelve tons.
Some of the teachers filtered in and out and climbed on top with the kids. Even All Might walked in, and turned buff whenever he climbed on top. It added an extra five hundred pounds, but Danny held firm.
For his classmates, he would always hold firm.
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After that it kind of derailed into seeing just how oblivious Danny could be when it came to his strength. Jirou had lied and asked him to help her lift the couches so she could find something. They had all expected him to lift one at a time, but instead he gripped the frame and lifted both at the same time. Jirou had barely contained laughter as he set them back down, saying she hadn't found what she was looking for.
Another time Aizawa had been grading papers at three in the morning. Danny had come down and in his half-asleep state took off the cabinet door that held the cups. The scary thing about that was that he hadn't even noticed. After that, Aizawa made sure to put a few glasses out so that Danny didn't break more school property than necessary.
The worst incident though was when Mineta was involved. Danny had been showing a picture of his sister to Uraraka and Mina because he had mentioned hanging out with her over the weekend and-
"Your sister's pretty hot, Fenton," Mineta said. "Is she single? Do you know what she looks like under all those clo-"
He hadn't been able to finish his sentence because in a blind fit of rage Danny had gripped the back of his head and shoved it through a wall. His eyes were blazing green, and the class was so silent they could hear a pin drop.
Needless to say, Danny had received detention and he had to reschedule his weekend with Jazz. But Momo and the others had baked him cookies as a thanks, so, you know. Silver lining.
After that, they went back to testing his limits, and Mineta pointedly avoided going to these meetings.
So. Yeah.
Silver lining.
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Since he's inspired from Spider-Man (and because i just saw the movie for a second time) I based his strength off of Spidey's. Everything else was just guess work
#danny phantom#danny fenton#midoriya izuku#deku#shouta aizawa#eraserhead#tw: mineta#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia
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