#perks of having the same height I assume
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i see you.
summary: being the product of a secret relationship between a human scientist and a na’vi comes with its perks. one of them being neteyam sully.
pairing: neteyam x fem!na’vi/human reader
warnings: heavvyyyyyyy smooching, angry jake, mention of parent dying/leaving, also things get a lil spicy, one use of y/n.
note: tell a friend to tell a friend she’s baaaaaack !!!!! i haven’t written something in so long so my grammar is kinda shit, so if you see something that doesn’t make sense ignore it! anyway- reader & neteyam are aged up to twenty years old. also reader is 6ft since she’s na’vi/human, but she’s still small compared to him since he’s like 8’2.
part two | part three | part four | part five
no one knew how it happened- how you happened. how a human scientist and na’vi mated; it should have been impossible, but somehow they made it possible.
your mother travelled from earth to pandora to study the native species of the omaticaya clan. during her studies, one particular na’vi caught her eye, and sooner than later they developed a secret relationship and fell deeply in love.
they were inseparable- he taught her the ways of the forest and showed her how the na’vi live day to day. while your mother brought him along to collect samples of the environment around her, and he kept her safe as they explored.
the battle between the sky people and the na’vi, unfortunately ended with your father dying at the hands of your mothers colleagues. the omaticaya finally won, but when the rest of the human soldiers were sent back to earth, your mother was stuck.
she was unable to travel in cryosleep while carrying you, so she was forced to stay on pandora and live out the rest of her pregnancy on the foreign planet.
the only person who knew the identity of your father, was your mother and grace. everyone else assumed some soldier knocked up your mom, but boy, were they wrong.
when you were born, your eye shape and color of your skin resembled your mothers, but the color of your irises were a deep amber, almost glowing yellow. darkened skin-colored stripes decorate your body head to toe, and white freckles adorn your facial features.
the secret was out- you’re half na’vi, and half human.
once the clan found out the scientists child is part na’vi, they took you under their wing to teach you their ways. your mother became extremely jealous, knowing that she could never be accepted by them like you have.
at the mere age of four, your mother left the base to travel back to earth without you. leaving you under the care of norm, max, jake and the rest of the clan.
thankfully being part na’vi and human, you’re able to breathe both types of air. mo’at became your motherly figure once your mom disappeared, quickly helping you adapt to their lifestyle in the forest.
over the years, you started to realize that you were different from the other na’vi children. you’re shorter in height, aren’t as fast, and you didn’t have their azure-colored skin. but somehow, you still felt as if you were a part of them.
you became close to neytiri and jake’s kids, mostly kiri. you grew up with her and neteyam, but as you blossomed into a woman you wouldn’t dare to look him in the eyes.
fearing that he’d realize your true feelings for him if he stared into them too long.
throughout your teen years, you casually dated a few na’vi boys, but none of them were neteyam sully. nobody could compare, you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
even now as a young adult, those old feelings can’t be choked down anymore. the same feelings you had about the eldest sully boy when you were younger.
“stop drooling.” kiri teases you under her breath as her hands work to weave a basket.
you’re knocked out of your trance, head whipping to face her. “no! i am not drooling.” you scoff and shake your head as you continue tucking leaves into the correct shape. you can feel your cheeks burning hot from her catching you staring at her older brother.
you glance up from your working hands, admiring how neteyam effortlessly spears a fish in the water that he’s standing ankle-deep in. he lets out a triumphant laugh as lo’ak hollers proudly at him from the grass.
“yeah, bro! get that fiiiiiish!” the younger boy whoops happily with his hands cupped around his mouth to amplify the sound.
the older brother turns his head to see who else could have noticed the catch, barely making eye contact with you before your eyes drop back down to your hands.
swiftly, you busy yourself with tucking the leaves into each other. your pointed ears twitch slightly when you notice the sound of rustling water growing closer.
kiri nudges your arm with her shoulder which confirms your suspicions.
he’s walking up to you. why is he walking up to you? you didn’t say anything to him. you didn’t even get a good look at him. there’s no reason for him to come over here.
from your peripheral vision, you can see his feet stop right in front of you in the glittering water. “hey guys.” he speaks softly, almost out of breath.
“hey, neteyam!” kiri quips at him, eyeing you from the corner of her eye with an evil grin.
the sound of his panting voice makes your heart skip a beat and your abdomen constrict your breathing. you push the basket away from your nervous hands to rest them on your knees. your eyes carefully drag up the lanky expanse of his body, meeting his eyes with your own.
“oh hey, neteyam. how’s… um- the fishing going?” you hum nervously, chewing on your bottom lip out of a nervous habit.
you can’t help but notice his hands are resting on his slender hips with his infamous bright smile on his face.
“it was good. caught a few big ones…” he huffs out another strained breath. the sound makes you want to fall over, “what are you guys doing?” his eyes dart over to the trees for a split second before squatting down in front of you and kiri.
his big round eyes look over your unfinished baskets, reaching out to touch yours gently.
“hey! don’t touch. you’ll ruin it.” kiri swats at his grabby hands, making him raise his arms in surrender. “okay, okay!” he laughs.
the sound of rustling leaves distracts you from the boy in front of you, making you and kiri turn to look behind your backs. before you could even make it halfway, his hands wrap around your wrists to yank you forward.
“shit!!” you yelp before you face-plant into the chilly water, gurgling under the surface before lifting your head up, taking a sharp breath.
muffled laughter fills your ears as you sit up in the pond, pushing your soaked hair out of your face and off of your ears so you could hear.
neteyam is sitting in the pond directly in front of you, hand laying across his abdomen as he belly laughs along with lo’ak.
kiri is already climbing out of the water, grumbling under her breath and wringing out her hair. “screw you guys.” she calls back, flipping her middle finger before disappearing into the thick forest towards home.
you look back at neteyam and lo’ak who are slightly calming down between their fits of laughter. “you… should… see… your… face… right… now!” neteyam cackles, throwing his head back in the air.
“best idea, bro.” lo’ak reaches over to high five his brothers shoulder and to use him to pull himself out of the water. he grabs neteyam’s hand to help him up next, both of them still giggling.
“this was your idea?” you stare up at neteyam with squinted eyes and a scowl on your face.
the boy audibly gulps when he notices your changed demeanor, his hand going to scratch the back of his neck. “uuhh, yeah… maybe?” he clears his throat, darting his eyes away from you.
for a moment, you keep the angry facade before your arm winds back and you send your hand through the water to splash the older boy.
“woah!” neteyam blocks the water with one of his hands, a surprised smile instantly forming on his perfect lips.
he swoops down towards the water, sending a wave directly into your face. “hey!” your eyebrows furrow, quickly getting onto your knees to send another burst of water towards him.
lo’ak watches the scene unfolding in front of him, noticing that the rest of the fish swam away from the commotion. “guess we’re done fishing today.” he sighs in defeat and climbs out of the pond without either of you noticing. he follows kiri’s footsteps into the forest with the basket of fish over his shoulder.
you and neteyam continue battling it out, which ends in both of you completely soaked head to toe. “truce! truce!” you yell out in exasperation, falling back into the water.
“my stomach hurts from laughing. i can’t anymore.” you continue to giggle as neteyam helps you up from your position in the water. he slowly trails behind you as you trudge back towards land, his tall stature towers over you from behind. he reaches out to grip your hips to lift you onto the plush grass.
the feeling of his hands resting on your body makes your blood run hot, cheeks flaring with heat.
“we’re drenched. what are we going to tell everyone?” he breathes out heavily with a soft chuckle.
“we slipped and fell into the water?” you suggest and look up at him.
“we just happened to both slip and fall into the water together?” his eyebrows raise, and his cheeks puff out air in attempt to not laugh.
unfortunately, neteyam decides to look down at you which makes both of you burst into laughter again, “that idea is so stupid.” he choked out, pressing his fist to his mouth to stifle his little laughs.
“let’s go back. we can figure it out on the way.” you sputter out, hunching over slightly as you walk forward in attempt to stop your giggles.
“hey, wait!” neteyam’s voice is suddenly serious, and you can’t feel his height looming behind you anymore.
you turn around at the sound of his voice, seeing he’s still in the same spot he was standing in. “i don’t want to go back yet.” he admits, his big round eyes darting down to his feet.
you can feel your heartbeat grow faster, pattering against your chest like a jackhammer. “why not? you okay?” you take a hesitant step forward to stand underneath him, looking up in attempt to read his facial features.
by now, the sun is starting to set. the foliage around you both is slowly changing over, the white freckles in each others skin sparkling under the moonlight.
his yellow eyes shyly look into yours, a timid smile twitching up onto the corner of his lips.
“m’fine, i promise. i just want to stay here for a little longer. i don’t want to go back just yet.” he mumbles softly, a puff of his breath fans over your face from your close proximity.
you can’t help but feel giddy from his words, unable to stop yourself from reaching your hand out to rest on his waist. your thumb absentmindedly rubs circles against his soft skin, “do you mind if i stay with you?”
“do i mind?” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, throwing his head back with an over-exaggerated sigh.
embarrassment floods your body, making your ears ring from the blood rushing through your head. out of fear he’s angry with you, your hand pulls away from him, “oh i’m sorry. i’ll go then.” you start to turn the opposite way but he grabs your hips to keep you in place.
“are you serious? you really don’t get it do you?” he almost laughs out of amusement, but you can’t help but feel even more confused.
“i want you to stay here with me. i want you.” one of his hands come up from his side, bending down slightly to carefully tuck your hair behind one of your ears.
your face stays emotionless as your eyes dart from his eyes to lips and back. “say something. anything?” he begs and shakes his head at you with an amused smile.
“‘teyam…” you breathe out, a big smile beaming across your face, hands reaching up to cup his cheeks; something you could’ve only dreamed of doing. “i can’t tell if you’re being serious.” you whisper softly in the small amount of space between your faces.
“i’m gonna kiss you now to show you how serious i am.” he looks directly into your eyes before they flutter shut and he leans forward.
the feeling of his lips on yours makes your knees go weak. neteyam sully is really kissing you right now. your arms wrap around his waist tightly to hold yourself up, which he quickly notices.
his large hands drag down your sides and over your butt to grip the back of your thighs to hoist you up to his height. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, ankles locking against his lower back.
the new position allows him to deepen the kiss even more by gently wiggling his tongue against yours. he stumbles forward to a nearby tree, pressing your back against the trunk of it.
it’s not like he’s having trouble carrying you, you’re equivalent to a feather for him. he just wants you closer.
one of his braids falls in your face, swinging and tapping your cheek whenever your lips would connect.
“your hair…” you giggle against his lips, bringing your hand up to his face to tuck it back behind his ear.
“sorry, they have a mind of their own, ya know.” his husky voice mumbles deeply into your ear, making goosebumps rise on your skin.
your eyes flutter open to be met with the glowing forest, neon colors lighting up the vegetation around you both. you’ve been on this planet for twenty years and it still surprises you every day.
neteyam pulls back to look you in the eyes, letting you admire his face for a moment. his blue skin seems brighter under the bioluminescent foliage. especially with the gleaming freckles that paint his skin.
“ma neteyam, you’re so pretty.” your hand cups his soft cheek which he nuzzles into your palm almost instantaneously.
“no, you’re the pretty one, my girl.” he leans forward to peck your lips once more. the little nickname makes your stomach do somersaults in your belly. his tail flicks up happily against your ankle, tickling your lower leg.
neteyam takes the time to gently kiss down your neck and over your collarbone, “i want you to be mine.” he almost whimpers. his nose nuzzles against your pulse point as his lips continue litter your neck with kisses.
“will your parents approve?” your voice slightly quivers, “you’re next in line to become eytukan. i’m not a full-blood. i don’t think-.” your rambling is paused by his lips pressing against the tip of your nose.
“i don’t care what they think. plus, you know my dad likes you.” he gives you a reassuring smile, bringing one of his hands up to cup your cheek. you can’t help but take note that his palm and fingers cover the entire side of your head.
“yeah, but your mom…” you trail off, not wanting to seem rude by talking about his mother, but you know that she has a problem with humans. you’ve seen the way she looks at spider.
“look, i’m half-blood too. i don’t think my mom is going to care, plus you’ve been around our family for years. she likes you, i promise.”
“i’m not one of you. i’m different, neteyam.” you let out shakily, “i’m small and not as fast, i can’t keep up with you.” your eyes dart to the side as you chew on the skin of your lip.
“look, i know she can be tough, but i promise you, i don’t care what she thinks. since i was a teenager, i realized that i wanted you. i wasn’t brave enough to tell you that until now, but i don’t give a shit about our differences.” his hand grips your jaw with his hand, turning your face towards him so he can look into your watery eyes.
“i see you, y/n.” his doe-like eyes flicker over your face, trying to read your expression. his eyes are full of adoration and love for the girl in his arms.
your breath gets caught in your throat, “and i see you.” both of your hands slide up from his chest to rest on either side of his face, pulling him in for another kiss.
on the way up, you accidentally brush against the voice comm device on his necklace. not knowing it would activate and relay sound through his father’s, mothers, and lo’ak’s ear piece.
you both gasp into each others mouth when he ruts his hips against your center, the pressure pins your hips to the tree behind you.
“what is that sound? who has their comm on?”you hear a low muffled voice coming from somewhere.
neteyam instantly pulls away from the heated kiss, eyes wide with terror and embarrassment. your lips parting lets off a loud suction noise when he pulls away, now making it obvious what the sounds were coming from.
neteyam holds you up with one arm while he uses the other to click on a button on his necklace to turn it off, “it’s my dad.”
“it’s just neteyam sucking face.” you hear lo’aks voice come through clearly in his ear piece.
the boys head falls forward to rest on your chest, letting out the loudest over-exaggerated groan of annoyance. the puff of his hot breath against your damp skin makes a shiver shoot down your spine.
you can’t help but giggle and gently pet the top of his head in attempt to console him, “i’m never going to live this down.” he speaks against your skin, grumbling obscenities under his breath.
“neteyam! where are you, boy?” jake shouts into his ear.
he taps your thigh to signal you to release your grip from around his waist. he gently lowers you back down to the ground before answering him, “i’m here, dad. i’m here.”
you can’t help but lean your head on his elbow since that’s the only place you can reach. you grab one of his hands, bringing it to your face to examine it.
you thread your fingers through his much larger ones, squeezing his hand with your own. you almost laugh at how his hand engulfs yours.
“yeah, mmmhmm. yeah, okay. i hear you. lo’ak shut up. i got it. we’ll be there soon.” neteyam responds to whoever is talking in his ear.
“is everything okay?” you mumble quietly, peering up at him through your eyelashes.
“they want us to come back, but i think everything is okay.” he smiles down at you, pulling you into his side while still holding your hand.
neteyam leads you through the thick brush of the forest to his ikran. the banshee chirps at the sight of it’s owner, fluttering it’s wings in excitement. “hey, buddy.” neteyam hums and rubs it’s head.
he reaches around his back for his braid, bringing it forward to make bond with the animal. neteyam effortlessly mounts onto the bird, reaching a hand out for you to take.
you step forward to slide your hand into his so he could help you on and get situated. “hold on tight.” he peers down at you from behind his shoulder with a smirk before the ikran nosedives off of the tree branch.
“oooohhhhh my god!” you screech as your arms desperately flail around his waist, holding onto him as tightly as you can.
he can’t help but laugh at your scream once he levels out, now coasting through the sky through the floating mountains. one of his hands reaches back to grip your thigh to pull you even closer to him.
you hesitantly open your eyes, looking down into the glowing scenery beneath you. “beautiful, right?” his voice raises over the loud whooshing of the wind.
“i love it.” you squeeze his torso tight, snuggling your temple into the crook of his back as you coast through the air.
the ikran dips down slightly, making you gasp and tighten around his body. neteyam chuckles, his hand rests on your leg to slowly rub gentle circles into your skin to calm you.
“hold on, we’re gonna descend.” he leans forward with the ikran, plunging downwards toward the ground once again. you squeal loudly, wriggling behind him in attempt to get closer to him.
neteyam chuckles, shaking his head as he weaves and bobs between trees to make it back home. the ikran vertically swoops up into the large crevasse in the cave floor, landing on the rocky floor.
neteyam hops easily off the ikran, disconnecting tsaheylu before his hands grip your waist to lift your body up to place you on the ground next to him.
“what were you guys thinking staying out past curfew?” jake storms up to you both, obviously angry.
“i know, but i can handle myself. i know how to fight.” neteyam grumbles back, making jake even angrier with his son. if steam could shoot out of his ears at this moment, it would.
“i know that you know how to fight, son. but the rda, they could be roaming anywhere. it’s dangerous, especially putting her in that situation.” he looks down at you, then turns his attention back to his son.
before jake could lecture him even more, you decide to intervene, “i’m sorry, sir. it’s all my fault we stayed out. i persuaded him to stay… to uh- fly around,” you glance up at neteyam through the corner of your eye, “i take full responsibility.” you nod at jake, gulping down your nervousness.
jake sighs as he rubs his temples with one of his hands, “so then what’s the reason why both of you are soaked?” he points out, making you instantly freeze from not knowing what to say.
neteyam’s hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, “to be honest, we were wrestling in the water.”
your eyes blow wide from his words, turning to him to stare daggers into the side of his face.
“wrestling… in the water?” jake almost laughs, “look i didn’t need to know that much. you couldn’t come up with a better excuse than that?”
“oh shit.” neteyam whispers under his breath, “no, dad, it’s not like that at all. i meant… we were just splashing each other after fishing. it wasn’t anything like that.”
“look, you two just be safe and keep it on the down-low. and next time, please take off your comm, ‘kay?” jake lowers his voice before shaking his head in disbelief and turning on his heel to head back.
“so he thinks we had sex then, huh?” you breathe out defeat, looking up at neteyam. the boy lets out a huff of air as he watches his father walk away, “yeah i guess so.” his voice has a slight tinge of humor to it.
the hand resting on your shoulder pulls you into his side with a little chuckle. he starts walking with you toward the pod where the scientists sleep.
he follows you up the steps to the door, pausing a few steps down before you could open it. his face now parallel to yours since you’re higher on the stairs.
you smile down at him, reaching out to gently pinch his chin to pull his face forward. you press your lips against his softly, as if he was a delicate flower petal. “i had fun tonight.” you mumble with a smile against his lips before pulling back.
neteyam presses forward to chase your lips with his, trying to breathe in as much of you as he could. “don’t wanna let you go yet… wanna kiss you more.” he desperately pulls you forward to kiss you again, sucking in a sharp breath.
your arms lazily drape over his shoulders to kiss him slowly, and tantalizingly. he sucks your bottom lip between his teeth, gently nibbling the skin before making his way down to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.
“gotta go to bed before my mother has me by my throat.” his words make you laugh as you twirl one of his braids between your fingers.
“tomorrow i wanna take you somewhere. will you let me?” he pulls back with a smile, thumb rubbing the skin of your outer thigh.
“of course, i would love to. but where though?” you question with your fingers still busy messing with his hair.
“it’s a surprise.” he hums playfully making your eyebrows furrow from curiosity of where it could be.
“i love surprises.” you grin, leaning forward to peck his lips once more before attempting to completely pull away. neteyam groans from the warmth of your body leaving him, his arms wrap around your legs to keep you in place.
“don’t leaaaaave.” he whines, resting his chin on your chest to look up at you.
“i need to shower and clean up before bed. plus your mother is going to have your throat, ya know.” you poke his little pink nose, making his face scrunch up cutely.
“you’re right, you’re right.” he grumbles sadly, patting your outer thigh before he completely pulls back and stands up straight. he leans forward to swiftly peck your lips, “just needed one more, m’sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow.” he turns around to climb down the rest of the steps.
“goodnight, neteyam!” you shout at him as you unlatch the metal door.
he turns around at the sound of your voice, “goodnight.” he whisper-yells back at you as he slowly walks backwards to watch you slip inside.
neteyam’s smile on his face doesn’t falter, not even for one second. the only thing on his mind is you. he never would have imagined that his day would have ended like this. confessing his feelings to you, and kissing you goodnight. it’s almost as if he’s living through a fantasy his younger self dreamed of.
the excitement of you makes him toss and turn throughout the night; it makes him nervous, knowing that he is already head over heels for you and in too deep- but all he can worry about now, is seeing you tomorrow.
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the best birthday gift - jeon wonwoo
member | best friend!wonwoo x reader ft. the rest of svt
genre | fluff, attempted humor, high school!au (but they’re not at school)
word count | 2.8k
synopsis | it turns out, wonwoo works best under pressure
warnings | cursing, reader wears a tank top, reader is short and gets made fun of for it (lightheartedly), sex jokes, friendly bantering
notes | set in southern california, LA/Hollywood, based on real life events from yours truly and kids don’t jaywalk not proofread
happy (late) wonwoo day!! to the sweetest boy ever, i hope you had a wonderful birthday <33
Whoever thought taking public transportation with fourteen people to downtown LA was a good idea deserved to “be buried alive 6 feet under with those bug-eyed Chihuahuas”, according to Seungkwan.
In his defense, Seungcheol thought it would be better for the environment. It totally wasn’t because of the fact that he was the only one with a driving license and it absolutely wasn’t because he wasn’t confident enough in his driving skills to be responsible for the lives of thirteen other people. Where would he get a 14-seat car anyway?
All fourteen of you trudged along the cracked sidewalks of downtown LA, broken up into smaller groups as Seungcheol led the way in the front with Jeonghan and Jihoon. You stayed in the back, with Mingyu and Wonwoo, who were intensely debating whether or not a person can suck their own dick. You occasionally pitched in with your two cents, but you mostly stayed quietly in the middle, enjoying the spectacle that was laid out in front of you.
You were so engrossed in Mingyu and Wonwoo’s conversation that you almost ran straight into a streetlight. You yelled in surprise and Wonwoo barked out a sharp laugh, almost in tears as you rubbed your nose with a pout. Mingyu cracked a smile as you threatened to demonstrate firsthand to your best friend what you learned from your second grade taekwondo class.
“You don’t wanna mess with me, Jeon Wonwoo. I was a yellow belt in second grade.”
“Yeah, and I’m, like, a whole head taller than you. What about it?” Mingyu’s ears perked up at hearing those fighting words and reached for his leftover popcorn from earlier. It was safe to assume that Wonwoo chose death today.
“You know, with your height and broad shoulders, you would think there’s at least one bone with common sense in you but I guess not,” you countered.
“You do know that tall people have the same amount of bones as short people like you, right?” Wonwoo sneered.
You did a double take. “Wait, really?”
“Oh my god, [Name], what’d you learn in human anatomy?” Joshua asked. He was standing next to Mingyu, his hand reaching into Mingyu’s bucket of soggy popcorn. “I thought you passed that class with an A.”
“Yeah, with my help,” Wonwoo muttered under his breath. “They slept in class everyday and I ended up having to tutor them for 16 hours the day before our final.”
You swung your arm around his shoulder and grinned. “I still owe you for that one, how can I ever repay you for your kindness?” You asked dramatically.
Wonwoo reached over and pinched the side of your ribs. “How about growing another couple inches?”
“Fuck off,” You pushed him away from you and stuck out your tongue. In retaliation, Wonwoo flipped you off.
Mingyu and Joshua watched the two of you bickering in amusement. The older boy leaned over and whispered into Mingyu’s ear, “I give them two weeks before they either start dating or fucking, I don’t know which one yet.”
Mingyu snorted. “I give them three days.”
“It’s a deal then,” Joshua reached out and shook Mingyu’s hand with his non-buttery hand. Unfortunately for him, he had reached over and gripped the latter’s oily, buttery hand. “EW WHAT THE FUCK MINGYU.”
“Why did we stop?” You heard Seungkwan ask. He was currently holding onto Soonyoung’s backpack strap like it was a leash, stopping him from running off into the wild streets of downtown LA. Next to him was Seokmin, who just looked happy to be wearing his newly acquired Minions bucket hat.
After walking for what seemed like forever, Seungcheol had finally signaled the entire group to stop walking by an intersection. Mingyu glanced towards the front, where Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Jihoon seemed to be in a heated discussion about something. Although you couldn’t hear what they were saying, you could tell they were getting stressed by Jihoon’s eyebrows that furrowed into each other with every passing second, Jeonghan’s more exasperated hand movements, and Seungcheol’s lips that began jutting into a pout as he got more and more worked up.
You let out a tired sigh. Your feet were aching and sore, your shoulders were sunburnt and itchy, and you probably smelled like a mix of sweat and weed right now. It wasn’t you that was smoking weed, but the esteemed gentleman sitting next to you on the metro-rail earlier was and you’re pretty sure the smell was permanently woven into the fabric of your tank top. You shifted back and forth between your feet, trying to alleviate any weight and pressure off your feet for at least a second and Wonwoo seemed to notice this because he silently guided you to a nearby bench,
You spared him a quick glance. “Thanks, Woo. You should also sit.”
“Short people tend to have a shorter life span. Compared to you, I have plenty of more time to sit down,” Wonwoo shook his head with faux sympathy, almost enough to convince you that he was being serious but you knew him better than that.
Despite being absolutely exhausted, you assumed you had enough strength left in you to give Wonwoo’s shin a good, hard kick.
“Ow, what the fuck was that for?” Wonwoo complained and you just grinned.
“I hope you shrink.”
Wonwoo stuck his tongue out at you childishly and you just rolled your eyes with a giggle, momentarily forgetting about the hot, blaring sun and the impending sunburn on your shoulders. He glanced down at you with the ghost of a smile tugging on the corners of his lips and you felt your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your not-so-little crush on Wonwoo was old news, but no matter how much time you spent with him, his smile always managed to turn you into a messy pile of goo and butterflies.
Waiting for further instructions, Wonwoo leaned on you, his arms resting on top of your head as he scrolled through his phone. You stared down at the ground, trying to ignore the warmth of Wonwoo’s body next to yours. If it was anyone else, you would’ve pushed them off already, complaining about how hot it was, but this was Wonwoo.
You tried to use the breathing techniques Minghao taught you a while ago, but it didn’t help calm your fastly beating heart. You wiped your sweaty palms on the fabric of your pants and licked your chapped lips. You almost forgot how much you hated summer in southern California.
In an attempt to distract yourself, you thought back to the long day and how chaotic everything was from the start. All fourteen of you agreed to go to Universal Studios Hollywood for Wonwoo’s 17th birthday, and the morning was alright. You all made it to the theme park safely via public transportation and after a long, fun day, the group decided to head back home to catch the last train.
You guys missed the last train.
In Jun’s defense, he didn’t mean to get lost. He was busy trying to apply another layer of sunscreen and when he looked up, everyone else was gone. He wandered around the city for a while before he caught sight of Soonyoung’s bright tiger backpack (no one knows why none of them used their phones to contact each other). By the time all fourteen of you were reunited, the last train had already left, leaving you guys to take the cheaper, but much more sketchy metro-rail.
After missing the original stop on the metro-rail, you guys had to ride back for another 20 minutes, then navigate the streets of downtown LA in the late afternoon heat to find a specific bus stop, leading to your current situation.
“Okay, everyone! Our bus is supposed to be here any second,” Seungcheol called out. Immediately, everyone’s focus seemed to snap to the three boys who were standing side by side, arms crossed and firm looks on their faces. “The bus station is diagonally across the intersection so we need to-”
Jeonghan, looking somewhere else, began to urgently tap on Seungcheol’s shoulder. “Cheol, that’s 460. That’s our bus.”
Seungcheol felt his blood run cold. Across the street, he saw a bright orange bus making its way down the street, pulling up to the bus station diagonally across from where he and the rest of his friends were currently standing.
Everyone seemed to be under a trance as they stared at the run-down bus pull up to the station. Soonyoung was the first one to shake off the trance, breaking free from his beloved tiger backpack and leaving it in Seungkwan’s limp grip. He bolted across the street, ignoring all the different car honks and curses that were thrown at him. He had somehow made it not only across the street, but diagonally across the intersection, ending up on the same sidewalk as the bus station.
Soonyoung looked behind, expecting everyone else to be following him, only to see the rest of his friends staring at him dumbfoundedly.
“KWON SOONYOUNG WHAT THE FUCK?!” Seungcheol yelled.
“I’M SORRY HYUNG I DON’T KNOW-”
Seungcheol waved at him urgently, doing everything in his power to resist the urge to run through the LA traffic to simply throttle the younger boy. “NO, DON’T FUCKING APOLOGIZE JUST STOP THE BUS.”
Soonyoung stared at Seungcheol with a confused look on his face. “WHAT?”
Finally breaking out of your own trance, you stood up and began pointing to the bus. “STOP THE FUCKING BUS. TELL THEM TO WAIT.”
Chan noticed that the crosswalk light turned green and began running. “COME ON WE NEED TO MOVE.”
My dear reader, have you ever seen a stampede of any kind? Whether it be the stampede of wildebeests that trampled Mufasa to death in the Lion King, the rush of high school students to the canteen during lunch, or thirteen teenagers running down the crooked streets of LA, I’m sure you can imagine the picture. Sweaty and red faces, backpack straps flying off shoulders, breathless laughs, unintelligible yells, and hands tightly gripping and tugging at each other.
More specifically, Wonwoo’s hand gripping yours.
In the spur of the moment, the only thought in Wonwoo’s head was making sure you were safe. So when the rest of your friends broke into a sprint, his first instinct was to grab your hand and pull you along.
Here you are now, your hand still in Wonwoo’s as you guys caught your breath while waiting for the second light to change. Soonyoung stood on the other side of the crosswalk as the living epitome of the standing emoji, waiting for someone to say something.
Seungkwan angrily shook his fist that still held his friend’s (tacky) tiger backpack. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GO STOP THE BUS!”
Soonyoung helplessly pointed towards the bus that had already left the station and was now waiting at a red light. “IT LEFT! IT’S TOO LATE!”
“GO! GO ASK THEM TO STOP. STALL THE DRIVER, JUST DO ANYTHING,” You screamed desperately. All around you, your friends were also yelling at Soonyoung, telling him to stop the bus and ask the driver to wait.
Soonyoung finally gave in and ran back towards the bus that was still waiting at the red light. With every passing second, everyone inched closer to the edge of the curb, impatiently waiting for the light to change. And after what seemed like forever (it had been three minutes), the light finally changed and you made a run for it. Pushing past Jihoon and Vernon, you sprinted down the sidewalk with incoherent yells. You passed by other pedestrians who all looked at you and your friends questionably, and for good reason too. It wasn’t everyday you saw a group of teenagers running in downtown LA in the middle of July.
There was maybe another hundred feet left in front of you and you’ve never felt more exhilarated before in your life. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as your feet made heavy contact with the gum clad concrete. You felt like you were in a teen movie. You could almost imagine the BGM as you and your friends dramatically run together in slow motion, your hair flowing in the air and you find yourself smiling. Wonwoo caught up to you, running by your side as the two of you silently sprinted down the street with bated breaths.
Wonwoo glanced over at you and felt a warm feeling spreading throughout his chest. This feeling wasn’t unfamiliar to him, but it amazed him how easily he was swept away by your charm every time he was in your presence. Your laugh always pulled at his heartstrings and your smile seemed to brighten up every room you entered. Wonwoo was drawn to you like a magnet and there was nothing he could do about it.
As the two of you got closer to the bus, Wonwoo suddenly had a thought. He reached for your hand and pulled you closer to him.
“[Name],” Wonwoo started breathlessly. The bus was now less than fifty feet away and Soonyoung had successfully managed to convince the bus driver to wait for you and your friends. It was now or never. “You said you would get me anything for my birthday, right?”
You let out a strangled grunt, trying your hardest to not sound like you were fighting for your life after running for only five minutes because that was just simply embarrassing. Up ahead, Soonyoung had already made his way into the bus and found himself a comfortable seat in the back with a content smile. You slowed down as you approached the bus and breathlessly set down a foot on the front step of the vehicle.
Behind you, Wonwoo gently rested his hands on your hips and whispered into your ear, “How about a date?”
You felt your heart drop past your ass, your feet, and into the deepest, darkest pits of hell. Skinship was normal between your friend group, but this was different. And also, what the fuck did he just say? Were you slowly losing your hearing? Your mom was right, spending too much with Seokmin and Soonyoung did damage your ears-
Wonwoo let out a soft laugh behind you and almost as if he read your mind, “No, you’re not hearing things [Name]. This is me asking you out.”
You desperately needed someone to pinch you.
Climbing onto the bus with a perplexed look on your face, you mumbled a quick ‘thank you’ to the bus driver who seemed a little less than happy to have a bunch of hooligans on his bus. Wonwoo’s big hands never left your waist as he guided you to an empty seat towards the back of the bus. You simply followed his lead as you tried to comprehend what your best friend just said. This was all probably a prank, right? You sank down in your chair and looked at Wonwoo, who was trying to get himself situated next to you. Was he being serious?
“Yes, you idiot. I’m being serious. I’m so surprised you haven’t caught onto my crush on you yet, with how obvious I was being,” Wonwoo had whispered the last part under his breath but you still heard it. His hand reached for yours that was resting on your lap. “I understand if you don’t feel the same way but-”
“I do,” you said abruptly, interrupting him. After realizing what you just said, you wanted to slap a hand over your mouth, dig a hole underground, crawl into it, and never come out of it ever again. “I mean- I- What I mean is…”
Wonwoo looked at you expectantly, his brown eyes gleaming with hope. He nodded at you to continue and you felt like your tongue had suddenly turned into cotton. Everything in your mouth was dry and heavy and you had to lick your lips before continuing.
“I do… feel the same way about you. I’ve liked you ever since that water balloon fight we had in eighth grade on your birthday. And-” You choked on your words again. “-I would love to go on a date with you.”
Wonwoo felt like he had just won the lottery. He simply couldn’t help the smile that tuuged up on his lips as he gave your hand a firm squeeze. “Okay.”
You returned his smile and hand squeeze. “Okay.”
Exhausted from the long day, Wonwoo rested his head on your shoulder as he drew small patterns on your knee. “I think this might be the best birthday yet,”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, since you agreed to date me.”
“You’re so corn-”
“HA! YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS SHUA HYUNG.”
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Hi, good morning. I can place an order for yandere nine (prime) x reader human, dear, if possible. I'm sorry if my English isn't good.
Yandere Nine w/ human!Darling
Nine x Reader
Yandere Headcanons
Short Concept
Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]
Author's note : Morning, Nonnie!! And of course you may, darling =} Don’t sweat it, your English is perfectly fine <3
[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]
Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :
Stalking • Mention of threats • Hypocrisy • Abduction if you get hurt
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You being a human in this universe requires a lot more strength than it likely seems to be, but I feel like many do not realise this enough. It has been more than clear in this dimension that everyone but the Chaos Council is and has suffering for a very long time, but being a human. You’re practically going to be cornered and running for your life the first five minutes you’re there. Your surroundings are a lot more dangerous for your case. This could all potentially come down on things such as lacking stamina, durability when it comes to fights, zero hiding opportunities because of height, unwanted attention due to your lesser known presence, less natural strength and speed, and including all the many minor habits and force other mobians may hold due to them having animalistic physiques that you just don't have.
As soon as you cross paths with Nine, the male fox is going to be quite... confused yet intrigued by your sudden presence among the place. The only humans known to New Yoke City are the group of five Doctor Eggmans and they aren’t exactly shown in a positive light, making Nine’s distrust a lot higher than if you were a mobian. Only to come to the realisation that you can be considered a lot more... Fragile than the masterminds of the exact same species. The amber furred mobian would observe you from a distance for a little while, his interests perked. He would notice your clumsy antics and the fact that you are far different from Mister Doctor Eggman. Nine would start feeling this need to protect you, especially as you seem to have little to no clue on how to operate around the city. In his eyes, you’re mainly a danger to yourself.
You’ve just assumed you have this unknown protector... and kind of a stalker now that you think about it. You feel thankful for the amount of things the mysterious creature has done for you, but you cannot help but feel slight paranoia whenever your eyes glance over yet another offering of theirs. You don’t know what they want from you, and this visibly frustrates you. You’re completely new to New Yoke and the least you could use right now was somebody watching you in secret. In fact, you would appreciate an acquaintance right about now. But for whatever reason, every mobian seems to rather be avoiding you at all costs? Almost as if rumours and threats have been going around. And this cannot help but worry you.
He would slowly start making himself known to you by making minor appearances. You’ve never seen him face to face, but his eyes always seem to be watching you... Presuming that you’re still wandering around New Yoke, Nine would quickly come to the conclusion that you have a zero chance of survival if he’s not there for you. He would start leaving items and helpful articles around for you to find; this including objects such as daggers and other weapons for protection in the name of self defense, water and nutrition in order to keep you well fed, you’ve found atleast a few coats and carpets in order to keep you warm during your stay. And it seems like there is this constant shadow figure just close by whenever you just so happen to find one of these said gifts.
As you continue to feel like an absolute target.
If even one occurrence takes place where his indirect protection won’t be enough to prevent you from getting hurt; he is going to take you in. He considers his workshop to be the one and only ‘safeplace’ of the entirety of the city. And knowing he keeps himself hidden from any other, it’s the perfect opportunity to keep you concealed and cover it up. He’s still going to be behaving secretive and somewhat snarky towards you even when you’re kidnapped, his devotion to you only showing behind your own back. He’s continue to show these little indirect acts of care, knowing that he has no idea on how to show his emotions to you properly. Besides from his slightly distant nature, I can still see him being as overprotective as he can get just because you just so happen to be a human. Making him more hypocritical torwards decisions and becoming fairly biased whenever making them.
But he’ll be more than willing to make whatever foolish decision and sacrifice to ensure your stay.
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Summer Fling
Bella Ramsey X Reader
This ones a long one and from a writers block. Hope you enjoy though!
During the summer, you would waste away in the sun. Having no purpose or drive to pursue anything. On warmer days you would spend it at the lake near the cabin you and your family visited every summer. You spend your days reading and listening to music accompanied by some tanning and swimming.
On most days, it would just be you and your family, but you often sneaked off to do your own thing whenever you could. Today your family decided to visit the city nearby while you hung out at the lake. It wasn’t too warm that morning, but the water still cooled your skin down tremendously. It relaxed you while you thought about things. You’ve actually gotten more accustomed to swimming by yourself lost in thought. Your thoughts were mainly about friends, crushes, and the lack of a love life.
This wasn’t because you couldn’t date anyone or no one wanted you. You were just confused lately. You thought you had a thing for this guy a year above you, but then you started thinking about a girl in your class and she took much more of your thoughts than you would have been comfortable with at the time.
Eventually, you didn’t even care for the guy, and she only interested you more every time you thought of her. Your crush created a dilemma because you hadn’t felt this way before and she was already in a relationship . . . with the guy you had been crushing on.
Nevertheless, your crush was halted when summer came. You sat at the edge of the lake on top of a flat large rock, already changed and waiting for your hair to dry. Despite being lost in thought, your ears perk up when you hear a noise from a distance. You are struck by cautiousness and look toward the noise as it gets closer.
“Skipper! Hold on, I know you see the lake but slow down!” They say. Their voice didn’t sound threatening, but you keep your eyes focused in their direction.
A second goes by and a dog runs out from the trees. You were surprised when the dog ran directly to you and stopped at your feet panting while it looked up at you. Assuming they were a nice dog you decided to slowly and gently move your arm towards them to see if they wanted a pet. They gladly accepted and seconds later someone emerges from the same trees the dog came from. When they approached you and the dog, you observe them while quickly mentally noting a few features; tied-up hair, a leash, and a camera were the first things you took note of. They were rather short, but so were you so they were just about the same height.
“Hi, sorry that’s my dog. Hope Skipper hasn’t bothered you.” They say apologetically.
“No problem, I hope you don’t mind me petting them, though. They’re just too sweet to ignore.” You say smiling wider when Skipper’s eyes close succumbing to the relaxing scratches you give them on the head. Finally getting up, you lock eyes with the stranger.
“My names Y/N by the way.” Holding up your hand for a shake.
“Bella, nice meeting you.” They say bringing their hand up to accept your greeting.
“So are you from the UK?” You ask.
A confused expression appears on their face suddenly, “Yeah, England. How’d you know?”
You’re lips transformed into a grimace as you point at your mouth. When you do this you hope you aren’t being condescending and they catch that you’re only trying to be cheeky.
An amused chuckle emerged from them and relief washed over you. “Right, yes the accent might have given that away.”
You let out a small laugh trying to fill in any awkwardness that still lingered between you.
“I’m actually not from here either, just visiting a cabin with my family.”
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it. There aren’t a lot of places like this back in London so I’m just trying to enjoy it before I get back. Again, I really hope we aren’t bothering you, it’s just so nice out.”
“No problem at all, it’s actually nice seeing someone out here my age for once. Everyone seems to be much older or younger around here. Also, you’re right, it is really beautiful out here I couldn’t hoard it all to myself.” Throughout you’re conversation you begin to notice that their eyes were shifting away from you. You turn in the direction that they were looking and observe Skipper who was licking up the lake's water. “Seems like Skipper enjoy’s it too.”
Bella chuckles again and you can’t help but turn to look back at them enchanted by their voice. Boldly you tell them, “You know, I wouldn’t mind it if you and skipper wanted to come around again.” Bella quickly locks eye contact with you again before saying “Yeah, that sounds really nice actually. Do you think you’d be here tomorrow, same time?”
“Yeah, I’ll be here.”
Saying goodbye to Bella and Skipper, you decided to exchange numbers with them before they left.
The next morning you two met up at the lake again. Skipper made sure to exhaust the both of you with her favorite tennis ball as you two talked. You couldn’t really remember what you two talked about because you kept getting distracted. While you talked your eyes couldn’t help but wander. You eventually mentally scolded yourself as you were watching Bella’s arm repeatedly throw the ball around, which excited you but also left you confused.
To combat your thoughts you told them that you were going into the lake for a little swim. They enthusiastically offered to join you. Before you could even think things through they, already prepared with swim shorts on, started running into the water with skipper. You on the other hand began dressing down to your swimsuit with a blush growing on your cheeks. Undressing in front of anybody is embarrassing, but undressing in front of someone you are beginning to have feelings for added to the confusion you were feeling.
You even began folding your clothes neatly sitting them nicely on top of your backpack just so you could calm yourself after your awkward strip tease. The entire time your eyes were on the ground afraid to see Bella’s face and hoping they were solely focused on Skipper. Although, admittedly there was an ounce of you that wanted Bella to watch you. This part of you wanted them to acknowledge you at that moment. You also wonder what they thought of you then, if they thought of you at all. Your thoughts were interrupted.
“Y/N? You coming in?”
“Yeah.”
You simply say before getting up and walking into the water to join them. When you get in you do a little dive in their direction to get your hair wet in the process. The water was refreshing as it cooled your cheeks down from all the blushing. When you emerge from the water you push your hair back and notice that Bella had been watching you. Now it was their turn to feel embarrassed. To ease the tension you say, “Hey Bella.” They turn and you splash water at them jokingly.
“Hey!” They exclaimed splashing you back. This resulted in a small water fight, with Skipper in the middle trying to join in on the fun.
Eventually, you two got out of the water and dried yourselves while hanging out on the smooth boulder you sat on before meeting them yesterday.
“Today was great by the way. I was hoping we could do this again soon?” Bella asked.
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
A week passed, and you two were texting each other nonstop. Your feelings for them grew every day that went by, and you decided that you needed to figure things out with Bella before the summer ended. You spent hours the night before thinking of what to say when you’ll say it, and the infinite possibilities that could happen. You then spent the entire morning preparing the picnic and thinking things through, but by the time you reached the lake with your basket in hand, you still had no clue how to tell Bella.
Your thoughts were interrupted when Skipper runs up to you panting with a ball in their mouth.
“Hi, Skipper!”
Without hesitation, you bend down to pet her as you scanned the lake for Bella. Turns out they made it much earlier than you had. They sat on the rock looking over their shoulder to see you.
“Good morning.” You say making your way over to Bella.
“Hey, I brought you an orange.” They say lifting a small clementine from their lap.
You take the orange and sat next to them, accidentally touching their knee with yours before scooting away a bit. You begin unraveling the clementine as they start to talk.
“My trips almost over, by the way, I’ll be gone in about two weeks from now.” You nod, feeling something in your chest drop at this news.
“Back across the ocean.” You say trying to fill the conversation and disguise this new sadness unabashedly.
“Yeah. Across the ocean, much bigger than this lake.”
You both chuckle again, trying so desperately to avoid revealing how perplexed you felt that your time together is limited. Luckily the orange was peeled and you begin separating pieces for you and Bella. Passing over one piece, they thank you and place it in their mouth-you did the same.
“Oranges are the best during the summer.” They say. Agreeing with them you nod and tear off another piece for them. Handing it over to them, you’re entranced by their appearance, only heightening whatever feelings you have.
This small talk and awkward silence between you kept going for the remainder of the day. It was excruciating, but knowing they were leaving soon made you want to stay. Eventually, you two left and agreed to hang out soon again.
That night before falling asleep you convince yourself to be a little adventurous that night and tried to text them. You wanted to apologize for being so weird earlier that day and hopefully, it’d lead you to tell them about your feelings.
“Hey, I just wanted to clear things up with you about today. I’m sorry if I came off rude or standoffish, just felt weird about you leaving soon. We could talk more about it tomorrow if that’s alright with you?”
“Yeah, that’d be good with me. Also, I kinda noticed something was up, but I was more worried that I had accidentally upset you or something. Thanks for clearing it up, I’d hate it if we stopped talking.”
“Would you miss me?”
“If we didn’t talk I’d miss you tremendously. Who else is supposed to keep Skipper and I company at the lake.”
“Just using me for company are you?”
“No. If anything I’d beg you to come by if I had to. It wouldn’t be worth visiting without you.”
At this point, you were blushing and smiling harder than you had ever before. The idea of them wanting you, let alone begging for you, stirred up all the emotions you’d harbored all day. Your adrenaline and brewing confidence encourages you to finally say something a little more direct than you were usually comfortable with.
“Don’t worry, the begging won’t be necessary, I’m all yours.”
“Good. I like the sound of that. Even if it were to just be for the summer, I’d love to spend it with you.”
“What, like a summer fling?”
“I guess so if that’s what you’d like.”
“We could do that.”
“We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.”
With that, you anxiously waited for the sun to rise. Hardly getting any sleep you slowly get ready to meet up with Bella at the lake.
“Hey.” You greet them.
“Hi.” They say back.
Standing there not sure how to start the conversation a brewing awkwardness builds between you again. Finally they say, “So about last night, I don’t know how serious you were about all that.”
“Yeah, I don’t know. I just wanted to be honest with you is all.”
“Yeah. A summer fling wasn’t something I expected between us.”
“I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable, we really don’t have to. We could leave it as a dumb joke from last night. It really doesn’t have to be anything serious.”
“No.” They gently grab your wrist and with a soft expression, they look into your eyes before continuing to say, “Serious is good. I think I want it to be more than some dumb joke.”
You were now speechless that they actually felt the same.
They lean in quickly kissing you. Wanting this for so long you return the passion. Eventually pulling away when you realize what was happening.
“Wait. I don’t know, it’d get confusing, don’t you think?” You ask.
“Y/N I like you and if you want this then that’s great, but if you don’t want to be with me because you’re afraid about what things will be like when summer ends then I wouldn’t object to your rejection, I just need you to know that I’d hate to lose you. If things don’t work out then they just won’t, but I’d want to at least give things a try.” They say.
“Okay.” You say a smile involuntarily growing on your lips.
“Are you sure?”
“Only if you are.”
Smiling they kiss you again. Satisfied and reassured that this was something you also wanted.
Two weeks go by with Bella. Hanging out with them every day. One night you invite them to your family's cabin for a sleepover-concealing to your family you two were a thing. The time went by incredibly fast and you both knew it was coming to an end.
Sitting on the same rock you two met on, you and Bella were sandwiched together, your back to their chest while they held you from behind. This was how you two usually spent your afternoons, but since it’s your last day together you can’t help but feel sad.
They nuzzle their face into your neck leaving small pecks of kisses which you gladly moved your neck for easier access. With one last long kiss on your cheek, they stop and ask, “So do you think this was just some summer fling?”
“I don’t want it to be.”
“Yeah me neither. We’ll see how things go.”
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What You Need
Synopsis: Two days without eating and three without sleeping sounded like the normal schedule for college student Logan Berry. He’s in class all day and works all night just to barely pay off his rent every month. Constant bills leave little room for bare necessities, and it’s clear that his current lifestyle is very damaging. While looking for solutions, he comes across one that seems… mediocre at best, but he’s desperate. What is this solution? A sugar daddy.
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Part Seven
Masterlist
"Wake up, kitten," Janus coos, hands shaking Logan's body. Logan groans at the feeling, swatting Janus's hands away, before he turns over on the floor.
He'd sacrificed his lackluster bed for Janus's comfort; the latter had been staying with Logan for a while, the two of them keeping each other company. There'd been little talk of the twins; they were more preoccupied asking each other odd questions and poking around the other's life out of sheer curiosity.
"C'mon, kitten," Janus ushers, with more bite this time, "you can't stay asleep forever. Especially because you have somebody on the way."
At this Logan perks up, grabbing his glasses from nearby and pushing himself to sit up, where he sees Janus waving his phone at him. A very clear message from Remus reads 'good morning kitten,' and Logan flushes as he pieces together why Janus was calling him such.
"Janus! That's a complete invasion of privacy!" Logan exclaims, as he lunges forward in a desperate attempt to grab his phone. Janus holds it up and just barely out of reach.
Janus cackles as Logan struggles to snatch it back, though Janus just pulls his arm away in response, teasingly waving the phone back and forth.
"It's not my fault," Janus huffs, placing his other hand on his heart as though he's but a victim to be sympathized with. "If you don't want someone to read your messages, then you should put a password on your phone."
Despite his words, he's grinning wide, and Logan frowns at Janus's solid point.
Logan's never had much of a reason to have a password on his phone. He was never around people that would snoop. Not until now, apparently.
Finally, with another laugh, Janus slowly lowers Logan's phone down and allows the latter to swipe it, musing to himself as Logan quickly reads over the texts, cheeks growing pink as they travel down the screen.
Aside from the rather flustering good morning message, there's a second typical one that includes Remus begging him to come over, even though such a thing should have been assumed considering Logan's been coming over every weekend, sticking to the agreed-upon schedule he and Remus made on a whim. And every weekend Remus has fawned over the collar Logan's kept on, letting Remus choke him with it and mark him up around it.
He really only takes it off to go to class.
"I didn't look farther than those messages," Janus explains, as he pushes himself to stand. He grabs some of Logan's clothes from the small pile Logan has, and takes his time looking over the shirts, before settling on one. He casually takes his own shirt off, tossing it onto the floor and slides one of Logan's on. They're nearly the same height, and essentially the same size, with Janus being a little more average (while Logan was deathly thin). "Your phone kept lighting up, and it was bothersome."
He pushes his hands above his head, stretching dramatically, before cracking his neck and grinning at the plethora of pops.
Logan scoffs in response. It's more playful than genuine, as he know by now that even if Janus did read farther, he wouldn't be judged. At least, not outwardly. The teasing is just a little embarrassing.
"That's not justification for betraying my trust," Logan huffs, which has Janus sticking his forked tongue out at Logan, before promptly moving on.
"I was planning on going over there to spend some time with Roman today, so I'll drive you over there," Janus states, scratching at his stomach. "Take your time getting ready; we can leave whenever, but you know how Remus is. It's probably best to not keep someone so impatient waiting." Janus bends down to pinch Logan's cheek playfully, wiggling his face back and forth. "You want to be a good kitten for him, after all."
Logan hits Janus's hand away, and frowns at him as Janus leaves the room, taking his time getting dressed and grooming himself before he heads into the small kitchen, where he sees Janus eating handfuls of cereal out of a box. He's sitting on top of the counter.
"You should really get some more food," Janus comments, as he shovels more of the bland breakfast into his mouth.
Logan bites his inner cheek. "I should."
"You have so little for someone who has a bedside-drawer full of cash."
Hands rubbing against each other, Logan looks a little uncomfortable. "I feel weird spending that money. I know it's mine, and I know I've technically worked for it, but being given so much of it at once feels weird. I feel strange even giving that money up for rent."
Janus stares at him, before looking a little wistful. "I used to feel that way." He sets the box to the side after wrapping up the plastic bag inside, either content with the amount he's eaten or too distracted to think about eating any more.
Logan moves closer to him, raising an eyebrow. "What helped you get over it?"
"My materialistic tendencies," Jannus jokes, but upon receiving an unamused look from Logan, Janus sighs, and answers honestly. "Necessity. I was dying when I met Roman. I lived in a dinky little apartment just like this, with a window that wouldn't shut all the way and mold growing behind the fridge that didn't work. I'd go days without eating, and inhaling the tainted air was making me sick."
Janus shifts his position, looking weirdly vulnerable. "This position was recommended to me by an old friend. Someone who used to work with Roman previously. They said they found a different job - an internship that would lead them somewhere they wanted to go - and that they knew I needed money." Janus touches the side of his face, rubbing his fingers over his discoloured skin. "I thought Roman wouldn't want me. Surely, men that rich would be picky, right?"
"Thin and with vitiligo. Disheveled. A mess." Janus scoffs. "If Roman were smarter, I'm sure he would have seen me as someone easy to take advantage of, and I was fully prepared for that. To enforce boundaries, and to brace myself for the rejection that would come with my unwillingness to do horrific sexual acts."
"And yet..." Janus trails off, staring at the cereal box, before turning back to Logan, who's staring at him with wide eyes. It makes Janus's eyes widen himself as he realizes he's veered off topic, and he laughs awkwardly as he shakes his head.
"Sorry, it seems I got a bit off topic." Janus waves his hand back and forth, before settling back into his original thought. "The short answer as to how I got over it was the fact I was hungry, and I couldn't eat the money that was laying around, doing nothing. And when you spend a lot on food, you get more comfortable spending a lot in general." Janus flashes his own sparkly phone at Logan to get his point across, smiling proudly. "Plus, Roman would encourage me to spoil myself a little bit, and would crack open his wallet to allow me to do so. And it'd be rude to say no to an offer like that."
It's meant to be interpreted as a joke, but Logan can tell that it stands as a true statement.
"Maybe ask Remus to take you shopping some time," Janus suggests, as he grabs the box of cereal and tucks it back into the cabinet behind him. "Or ask Roman," Janus winks, "if you want to double your haul."
"If you're going to advertise Roman so openly, you should at least be getting paid," Logan jokes, making Janus snort at the irony. He hops off Logan's counter, pulling on the latter's collar as he struts by him, making Logan choke and then huff as he stomps after Janus, playfully embarrassed.
"It's cute you sleep in that," Janus teases, as they make their way out of the apartment. "Does Remus know?"
Logan's surprisingly loose around Janus. Of course, they can bond over their... profession, but they have a lot more than that in common, too.
Like apparently their backgrounds. Knowing now that Janus was living in poverty before finding Roman makes Logan feel a lot less embarrassed about his empty fridge, or a leash being hooked to his collar for a couple stacks of cash.
"I'm sure he assumes," Logan replies, humming. "I typically have it on whenever he comes over, or when I go over there."
As they make their way outside, Logan's suddenly a lot more rigid and red as he thinks about his collar and leash, now fully focused on them thanks to Janus's little playful motion. Every weekend he'd gone over, Remus had been eager to choke his slender neck with the thick leash. He also fawned over the collar and it's entirety, constantly babbling about how cute Logan looks in it. Like a puppy!
Or a kitten.
It makes Logan tremble in anticipation as he imagines what they'll be doing today. Surely using the leash, right?
Janus, being the gentleman he is, opens the passenger door for Logan, uttering "you should really have Remus get you a car, too," before he hops into the driver's side. Logan rolls his eyes as he gets in, fiddling with the accessory around his neck.
"I assume you have plans with Roman," Logan begins, awkwardly, as he buckles in. Janus starts the car. "What are they?"
Janus checks his blind spot, before backing the car up. "He wants to take me out to dinner. It's his favourite non-sensual activity. Usually."
"Usually?"
Janus looks over at Logan and grins. "Well, yeah. Usually, it's an innocent, pleasant evening, with nice food and red wine. But other times, Roman's calloused hand drags a little further up my thigh than what'd be deemed proper in an establishment like that, and he gives me the gentlest smile while playing rough with my body." He tells Logan all about his romantic evenings with Roman with dramatic intonation, as though he's reciting a simple story.
And Logan's reactions are more than amusing, going red, looking away, fidgeting, until finally, as Janus begins to describe what goes on when they get back to the car, Logan finally tells Janus to stop talking, voice cracking with second-hand embarrassment brought on by his friend's casualty, and the mental image of Roman naked.
After that, the ride is mostly quiet.
Not in an uncomfortable way; it's more so just Logan being flustered into silence due to still being a bit unused to conversations like this. Even though he's been seeing Remus for a couple months now, it doesn't mean he's gotten more comfortable discussing such blatantly sexual things aloud. Especially with his newfound friend.
Though, now that he and Janus casually hangout, they do bring up their respective daddies quite often.
It was a previously embarrassing topic, but Janus was forward about Roman and what he's like, so Logan attempted to meet his level of openness in regards to Remus, and soon, most conversations about the twins were surprisingly lighthearted.
Besides, sitting in the quiet was something both of them quite like. Neither of them find it tense or anything; just comfortable.
It's a short drive, and once they pull up to the mansion, the gates open for Janus's car, and he heads up the driveway. A servant opens Janus's door for him, and another opens Logan, and both of them politely thank the persons before heading inside.
And almost immediately, that comforting silence is disrupted.
As soon as the door is opened, both of them are overwhelmed by a very loud, dramatic cry of Logan's name, before there's a blur rushing towards him, and Logan's being swept up by Remus. Remus is squeezing Logan hard enough for Janus to mutter a comment about Logan looking like one of those eye-popping keychains, which makes Remus laugh as he kisses the side of Logan's face.
Finally, after an utterance of "Remus... can't.... breathe-" from Logan's mouth, he's dropped back to the floor, Remus smiling wide.
Logan bends over to catch his breath, panting hard, while Janus snorts.
"You almost killed him," he jokes, looking between Logan's struggling frame and Remus's happy vibrations, as he rocks on his feet excitedly.
"I can't help it!" Remus responds, before reaching forward to grab Logan's face, squishing his cheeks. "He's just so cute!" He kisses the bridge of Logan's nose, before actually addressing Logan now, stating "I've missed you so much."
Logan smiles, but is quick to point out "you literally saw me last weekend. You've seen me every weekend." Not to mention the fact that they text at least once a day, usually due to Remus suddenly asking a random, insignificant question out of nowhere, and a conversation spiraling regarding Logan's answer.
Remus just rolls his eyes at Logan's logic though, and moves his hands from Logan's face to his hips, pushing Logan back against the door they just walked through. His lips are quick to press against Logan's, kissing him intensely and effortlessly sliding his tongue past Logan's lips as though doing so is a daily routine.
Sloppily, Remus sucks on Logan's tongue, dramatically moaning, before pulling away briefly to pant like an excited puppy.
Logan is extremely red, but it makes his chest feel warm that Remus obsesses over him this much. It's nice enough to almost let himself melt into it and let Remus do whatever he wants with him right then and there, until Roman clears his throat, causing Logan to push Remus away and hide his face in embarrassment.
Backing up to give Logan some space, Remus grins over at Roman - who's approached the group in a very flashy suit and tie - and Janus, who looks incredibly amused.
"Ahem," Roman clears his throat, looking between Logan and Remus, as Logan very slowly peels his hands away from his eyes. "Excuse me. The two of you might want to just suck face all day, and honestly that's fine with me, but preferably do it somewhere that doesn't block the door." Roman waves at Remus to shoo him back, as he leans over to Janus and whispers something in his ear, making Janus nod and head off away from the group.
"My precious baby boy and I have dinner plans." Roman watches Janus leave with a smile, before crossing his arms over his chest, regarding the other two with arrogant playfulness.
"Dinner? It's still early," Logan states, as he watches Roman and Remus stare at each other. "When Janus said you guys were going to dinner, I assumed it'd be later."
"The perfect time to go out to dinner is about four," Roman responds, dismissively. "And the place we're going to is about an hour away."
"What is it?"
Roman raises an eyebrow. "Hibachi. Since they'll be cooking in front of us, we'll be there a while, steadily eating foods as they're made. And I had plans to take him out to dessert, too, after we're done."
Remus hums, hands patting against his sides, before he suddenly smiles. "I've got an idea! Why don't Logan and I join you and Janus for dinner tonight!" Remus slings his arm over Roman's shoulder, pulling him close and rocking him slightly. "My kitten needs something in that cute little tummy of his, anyway."
Seeing them shoulder to shoulder, Logan can't help but notice they look remarkably different. They have the same face shape, the same nose, the same lips. But Remus's hair is a darker shade of brown, and his facial hair makes his face look differently structured. And they have completely different body types.
They're both tall, sure, but Roman's muscular. He's soft and chubby when relaxed, and rather toned when he's flexing. He's also well groomed, and the hair on his arms (and Logan can assume the rest of his body hair) is a lighter brown, blending in surprisingly well with his tanner skin.
While Remus's darker hair stands out against his paler skin. Having also seen Remus naked, Logan knows he's rather hairy in general.
Honestly, if he wasn't told they were twins, he probably wouldn't have guessed they were related.
"Wow," Roman huffs, setting an offended hand on his chest. "Inviting yourself along on our date? Stop being such a third wheel." Roman pushes Remus off of him, sending him stumbling. But Remus laughs, having gotten his answer from that response. He knows his brother well enough to know that if Roman genuinely didn't want him to come, he would have gotten a blunt no. "What's next, you're going to invite yourself in on our sex too?"
"It's not like I haven't before," Remus replies, with a wink towards behind Roman, where Janus's slender frame reappears, now dressed in a suit similar to Janus's, sans tie. He looks a bit stiff, but pulls it off well.
Roman's cheeks go pink, but he scrunches his face up at Remus's words, before turning to Janus.
"They want to third wheel," Roman whines, wrapping his arms around Janus's waist and pulling Janus's back against his chest.
"Logan would come too," Remus replies, rolling his eyes, "so technically it'd be more like a double date." He wraps his arm around Logan's waist, squeezing him and pulling him away from the door. He leans over, as though he's going to kiss Logan's cheek, but licks it instead, making Logan gasp before wiping at his cheek, pushing away from Remus with a lighthearted "Remus, seriously?"
Roman ignores them, lips hovering above Janus's ear. "It's up to you," he says softly, and Janus has to repress a shiver.
"I'm okay with it," he says, shrugging, and pulling away from Roman. Roman's arms hesitantly fall, but he keeps a hand lingering on the small of Janus's back. "Just hurry up. I hate long drives; I'd rather we get going as soon as possible."
"You heard him," Roman says, nodding towards Logan and Remus. "Be quick. Ten minutes, and we're leaving."
"Understood!" Remus is quick to sweep Logan off of his feet, carrying him bridal-style as he runs past the other two, bounding up the stairs, resulting in Logan's arms tightly wrapping around Remus's neck, squeezing worriedly. Remus is so fast that Logan's scared he'll be thrown across the hallway if Remus were to trip, but luckily, that theory's never tested.
They reach Remus's room quickly, and the doors kicked shut behind them as Logan's tossed onto the soft bed.
"Was that really necessary?" Logan asks, as he pushes himself to sit up, watching as Remus fusses through the crumpled clothes in his closet. "I'm sure Roman wasn't being serious."
"I wouldn't put abandoning us past him," Remus replies, jokingly, as Logan suddenly hears the rustling of a garment bag, followed by Remus pulling it out of the closet with a grin. Inside, is a nicely pressed, navy blue suit, with a matching blue tie. It looks way to small to be Remus's.
Remus, more slowly this time, moves towards Logan as he holds the suit out, avoiding eye contact. "It's for you," Remus states, as though that wasn't obvious. "I've been hoping to take you out to dinner sometime; this was just the perfect opportunity."
Logan stammers as he stares at it, the bag being passed into his hands. He has many questions he'd like to ask, but the first one that comes out of his mouth is "how do you know my size?"
Chuckling, Remus sits next to Logan, kissing his head. "You leave a lot of clothes over here," he responds, playfully. "Mostly because I send you home wearing my stuff."
That was true. A majority of the clothes Logan has at his house are actually Remus's. Giant hoodies and baggy sweatpants, and some shorts that are tight on Remus and long on Logan. But with all of those, it surely means that their counterparts belonging to Logan are strewn somewhere in Remus's large closet.
Logan's touched by the action, as his fingers trail over the garment bag.
Such a gift must have been extremely expensive; it is an extremely nice suit. And it's incredibly generous of Remus to go out of his way to get one that fit Logan perfectly for the sole reason of wanting to take him out on a nice date.
But... Logan's clothes aren't exactly nice. Despite his thin stature, a lot of his clothes were bought by his parents and moved over when he found an apartment. That means any growth spurts he hit afterwards were unaccounted for, and now a lot of his clothes aren't long enough for his body. Does... does that mean the suit might be a little too tight? He'd hate to waste Remus's money if that's the case.
"Wow... thank you," Logan breathes, before clearing his throat. He can't even feel the fabric yet, but he already knows that the suit in his hands is a very nice material, but what else could he expect?
His fingers fiddle with the zipper on the garment bag, before he glances up towards where Remus is standing over him, smiling at Logan's visible admiration. Logan flushes.
"Could you maybe turn around?" Logan asks, cringing at the way his voice cracks. "So I can get dressed?"
Immediately, Remus snorts, before full on laughing, grabbing Logan by the chin and gently wiggling his face back and forth. "Pfft- seriously, Logan? I've seen you naked plenty of times, and you've been depriving me lately! I'd love to have a private little strip show."
His response makes Logan feel a bit stupid for not thinking about that. Usually, Remus strips him; he just didn't process him stripping himself as something equally as intimate. Mostly because he's so used to getting dressed in private.
Upon no immediate response, Remus gently cups Logan's face. "Of course, you don't have to if you're uncomfortable. I'll actually turn around if you want me to."
"No- no. It's okay." Logan laughs a little bit, trying to shrug away the weird bout of nervousness seemingly overwhelming his body. "You can't stay completely focused on me though; you still have to get dressed too, remember?" Logan fully pulls the suit out of the bag, standing as he lays it against the bed and gently spreading it out piece by piece. "We only have ten minutes."
He smiles as he feels Remus's eyes on him, though his face burns as he pulls his shirt over his head, and his pants down his thighs.
Remus's hands grope Logan's thighs, before trailing up his chest, just feeling. Nothing more, though Logan can tell that Remus is itching to go further. Unfortunately, they have a time limit, and after a few seconds of touching, Remus pulls away.
It makes Logan pout a bit, missing Remus's warmth the moment it's gone. He admittedly likes the hungry and obsessive way that Remus regards his nude body, and he could only imagine Remus's eyes eating his seminude body up the same way, though his boxers prevented any complete viewings of what Remus outwardly proclaims are his favourite parts of Logan.
But the touches and the looks do a lot to Logan, and he finds himself having to actively repress his arousal. He'll suffer is he has to sit in the back of a limo repressing a hard on next to his best friend.
He takes his time pulling the suit on, focusing on trying to make himself look as nice as possible in order to distract himself from the longing he experiences when he hears Remus retreat into his closet.
He's never actually worn a suit before - not one of this caliber, at least, and so struggles a little bit pulling it on. But he eventually works it out, and looping the tie is the easiest part.
As he tightens the tie, Remus slips from his mind, and instead he's thinking about the soft inner lining of the button up and the looseness of the suit jacket. Anything too tight or itchy would have made him uncomfortable, but he feels silly for assuming Remus wouldn't get him something extremely comfortable.
And, more so, everything fits perfectly. Not too tight, and not too small.
He looks around, and catches a view of himself in a full length mirror. Feeling a bit conceited, Logan approaches it, observing how strange he looks. Sure, he dresses nice, but he's sure he's never looked this nice. He looks respectable. Like an authority figure.
If his hair was less disheveled and he was a bit taller, he was sure he could lead a company one day.
Dressing like this feels right, but thinking about it feels wrong. Because this isn't actually is. He didn't do anything deserving of it. With his fantasies, he's literally sleeping his way to the top? How dare he have sex fand then believe himself to be anything more than the struggling man that he is-?
Logan suddenly jumps as Remus sneaks up behind him, hands firmly grabbing Logan's waist. He completely missed Remus's frame waltzing into view of the mirror.
"You look good," Remus purrs, starting to reach his hands up Logan's suit jacket, and pouting when Logan stops him.
"The others are probably getting impatient," Logan says, tilting his head back to look up at Remus, who looks down at him happily. "The others aren't going to want to wait any longer than they have to. And I wouldn't put it past Janus to have started complaining about the wait by now."
Logan then pulls away, and turns to face Remus rather than just staring at his reflection. He gets ready to insist they're ready to leave now, not wanting to be an inconvenience to the other two, but his words die on his tongue the moment he sees Remus.
Remus is fully dressed in his own nice suit, though the top button of his button-up is undone, and his tie isn't even tied. Just loosely hanging on either side of his collar. His pants fit tight to his body but flare around the ankles, and the bright green socks Logan can only see a sneak of makes him smile as they're otherwise tucked into slick black dress shoes.
Part of him doesn't know how Remus got dressed so fast, but Remus must be used to this. Logan can only assume he has a lot more experience dressing nice.
But... damn, he's never seen Remus look so formal before. He stares, heat traveling to his face, not even realizing how cartoonishly horny he looks just by his facial expressions alone.
Remus snickers. "What? You're looking at me like you're lusting over something, but I'm showing less skin than I normally do. Does modesty turn you on?" His teasing words fall on deaf ears, as Logan itches to both tie Remus's tie for him, and pull it off his body entirely. His hands run over Remus's chest, stopping just shy of Remus's exposed chest.
Remus raises an eyebrow. "Don't we have somewhere to be?" he asks, watching the way Logan's eyes go wide and he pulls away, flustered.
"Yeah. Yeah, we should probably head back downstairs." Logan's embarrassed of the way his voice cracks, but Remus pays it no mind, simply smiling and sliding his arm back around Logan's waist, leading him down to the other two.
Roman and Janus look to be playfully bickering, but look up when they see Remus and Logan coming into the room. Janus wolf whistles, while Roman playfully rolls his eyes.
"If you didn't have a cute piece of eye-candy with you, I'd scold you for taking so long," Roman huffs, leaning down to run his knuckle down the length of Logan's face. Logan flushes at the attention, but otherwise glances towards Janus, who seems amused by Roman's affection. "You're lucky Logan's pretty."
Remus grins wide, shoving his hands into his pockets. "And you're lucky you're not within kicking distance."
Roman sticks his tongue out in response, backing up from the two of them further before moving back to Janus's side, dramatically declaring "at last, we leave!" with a wave of his hand. It makes Janus chuckle, and even Logan can't help smiling wide.
The four of them climb into the familiar back of the limo, Roman and Janus on one side, and Remus and Logan sitting across from them.
The car starts up shortly after the door is shut behind them, and Roman's quick to reach for a small cooler next to the seats. Opening it, he pulls out a few chilled bottles of wine, and some wine glasses. He offers one to Janus, who takes it almost immediately, before offering one to both Remus and Logan.
Remus glances at Logan, noticing his hesitance.
"If you're uncomfortable with me drinking, I won't," Remus states, voice surprisingly soft. "Roman, Janus and I enjoy a glass or two casually sometimes. It won't make us drunk, or even the slightest bit tipsy, but I understand you might be more comfortable if you were assured there wasn't even a chance."
With the other two eyeing him, Logan feels a little hesitant answering, before he waves Roman away, declining his own glass.
"You can drink," Logan says, folding his hands in his lap. "If you end up drunk though, I'm going home."
He has no idea how he'll get home, of course, but he's not going to have sex with Remus if Remus is drunk. That wouldn't be okay.
Remus wiggles his eyebrows in response, snorting right after. "Please. getting drunk isn't worth losing a night of intense fun with my Logan."
As goofy of a reaction as it is, Remus so casually giving up a night of drinking just for his comfort makes Logan feel a bit flustered. Special, even!
Though, Logan shouldn't necessarily be surprised; Remus makes him feel special rather often, especially since Logan doesn't have the highest of standards. Like getting him an entire suit for example! That made Logan feel special.
Despite not quite knowing how much Remus values a little indulging swig of wine every now and again, Logan still appreciates the fact Remus is willing to avoid drinking in order to keep him comfortable even though Logan still expressed comfortability if Remus still were to drink.
And Remus pauses, giving Logan an extra moment to take back his words and say that he actually would prefer if Remus doesn't, before smiling when Logan nods. He stretches his arm out, and Roman leans forward, pouring wine out into Remus's cup. Roman fills it halfway - the silky red wine splashing against the outer edges of the crystal-clear glass - and Remus raises the glass to his lips.
He tilts his head back as he takes a long drink.
It reminds Logan of how smooth of a ride this is. A single bump and the red would stain the pure white of Remus's clothes, and yet he doesn't seem to fear such a thing. Nor does Roman.
Even though they definitely have enough money to replace the suits, Logan's sure that the idea of turning around, changing, and then driving to the restaurant again would bother them - Roman at least - would be enough to deter them from potentially ruining their pristine and formal looks. And yet, they're confident enough in their ride to drink casually, and talk even more so.
There's soft, pleasant chatter for a moment, both of the twins focusing on their respective baby, which means it doesn't take long for Remus to get handy.
He wraps an arm around Logan's waist and kisses the side of his head as though it's a casual action. His lips have been in much more inappropriate places, and yet as they linger against Logan's temple, Logan feels just as breathless as he did when they were between his thighs.
Rather meekly, Logan glances upwards, and when Remus pulls away to look back at him, he's smiling.
"Would you like to try some?" Remus asks, a bit teasing with his tone but otherwise genuinely offering. He lowers his glass down to Logan, tilting it slightly and allowing Logan to observe the glossy liquid as it rushes to the sides, splashing slightly and dotting the rim of the glass with beads of bright red.
"You don't have to, of course," Remus adds, nonchalantly, "but if you're curious, I'd be willing to offer my glass up for a taste. Unless you'd like me to take a drink and then push it into your mouth." He winks at that last bit, making Logan both flush and cringe at the idea.
"No thanks," Logan replies, with a wave of his hand, before hesitating. After a moment, he specifies "to that last part, I mean."
"So you want a drink?"
"Maybe a little." Logan fidgets with his hands in his lap. He's not necessarily dying to know what expensive wine tastes like, but Janus is already being poured a second cup, and Roman's nearly there as well. It does a lot to fuel his curiosity.
Remus passes his glass to Logan, who stares at the liquid for a few seconds, before actually bringing the glass to his lips and taking a very ginger sip.
It's completely experimental, and Logan doesn't have much of a reaction at first, before he just shrugs, and hands the glass back.
"It's nothing special," is Logan's first response, and after being met with a dramatic gasp from Roman, he snorts. "It just tastes like bitter juice. Who would want to drink bitter juice?"
"A lot of people," comes Janus's response, as he tilts his glass towards Logan. "For a lot of reasons. Not everyone drinks for the taste; some do, of course, but others drink for the buzz it gives them. Boosts of confidence and impulsivity." Janus takes a drink. "Furthermore, it's an acquired taste."
"I remember my first sip of wine," Roman shudders, as he sticks his tongue out dramatically. "I swore I'd never drink it again! And yet, I eventually circled back around to it due to being forced to attend many 'high-end social events.'" Roman makes dramatic air quotes, rolling his eyes. Janus is paying close attention to what he's saying, while Remus looks more... lost in thought. Regardless, Roman continues. "It loosens people up; makes them less uptight. Business men are a lot nicer to be around when they're drunk on more things than just their social stature. Or when you're too incapacitated to process what they're saying."
"I never liked those events," Remus comments offhandedly.
Roman suddenly looks very somber, lips pressed into a thin smile. "Neither did I."
The rest of the drive to the dinner is mostly silent, with little murmurs here and there. Roman and Janus get into a playfully heated whisper-argument, while Remus finishes his glass of wine and then tucks it into a different compartment to the left of him. His fingers dance lightly over Logan's sides, simply petting his body, fidgeting with him subtly to help pass the time.
When they eventually pull up to the restaurant, Janus lets out a dramatic "finally!" before huffing at Roman making him wait to eat.
Roman laughs in response, helping Janus out of the car chivalrously and apologizing through a barrage of kisses.
Remus waits for the two of them to move away from the limo, before he's hopping out and very mockingly doing a similar thing with Logan, helping him out of the car before dramatically scooping him up and putting on a playfully fancy voice as he echoes Roman's over-the-top apologies. He laughs when Roman gets jokingly offended and pushes his shoulder.
Despite only doing it to be funny, Remus doesn't bother to set Logan down after picking him up, happily carrying him into the restaurant instead. It has Logan feel a mixture of flustered, and nervous.
Even from the outside of the restaurant itself, and the cars in the parking lot, Logan can tell that Roman extremely undersold just how high-end this place was.
What if - because he's being carried in - people give him weird looks?
Normally, he's not one to care about public appearance, but he doesn't want to be the odd one out in this situation. He's not just at the grocery store or in a lecture hall; he's walking into a restaurant where an entrée might cost him an entire months rent. Furthermore, he's seemingly the only one here who's never dined at a place like this. Glancing at Janus, Logan notices him tugging some of his discolored skin behind his hair, trying to minimize the patches as much as possible, and fixing his posture.
Logan narrows his eyes, a confused expression on his face, but gets too distracted by the doors to the restaurant opening to remember his train of thought.
As soon as they're in the lobby, Remus sets him back on his feet, bending slightly and murmuring a quiet "you okay?" into Logan's ear. It's one of the rare moments where Logan detects nothing but sincerity in Remus's voice. It makes him simultaneously shiver and flush.
"I'm fine," Logan whispers in response, as his hand instinctively searches for and clasps around Remus's. "Just... a bit out of place."
It's not that he doesn't know how to act formal; he's always been extremely polite and respectful to those who deserved it, and growing up he was told constantly that he was so mature and well-mannered, especially compared to the other kids who always seemed too immature for Logan's liking. But that was in places like schools. This wasn't a school. Here, he couldn't puff his chest out and tilt his chin up and pretend to be something he wasn't. He can't pretend to be worth something.
"You'll be fine," Remus assures him, a sudden, lighter air to his voice. "I think you fit right in! In your fancy little suit and tie." Remus's voice is teasing as he fixes the folds on Logan's suit, smoothing it out afterwards. "And even if you don't, I dress the way I do for a reason."
"You like being weird?"
Remus chuckles. "Close. I like attention." He winks, grinning at Logan's confusion.
A hostess greets them, telling them they'll be seated momentarily and leaving the four of them with the mouth-watering smell of freshly made shrimp, steak, noodles, and piles upon piles of melted butter. When she leaves, Remus wraps a tight arm around Logan's waist, and waves his arm out to the people seated at tables.
"Even going out when I was younger, I realized that unless you stand out in a room, then your social status doesn't matter. All of these bald-headed, big-breasted, billionaire philanthropists look the same! Old, white, and in the process of rotting." Remus fidgets with his collar, closing his eyes playfully as he gives a mockingly smug look. "I, on the other hand, am young, dumb, and not well-groomed. I can't even tie a tie for fucks sake!"
His loud proclamation makes a few heads turn his way. Logan watches the way these elitist patrons look Remus up and down, and then turn to each other to whisper. Narrowed eyes and secretive body postured, followed by more glances his way.
It makes Logan suddenly feel really... vindictive.
Before he can scrunch his nose up in disgust, Remus squeezes his sides, as if sensing his sudden distaste.
"Don't worry; they'll probably never see me again," Remus responds, shrugging. "And that's kind of the point. But maybe, just maybe, they'll think about me. Some hot-shot man with the bright socks and long hair..." Remus drifts off, before laughing again, this time more huskily. "But boy - oh boy! - is it fun to imagine their shock and surprise when they realize I'm the heir to one of the largest fortunes in the country. The world even!"
"So... you like the irony?"
Remus shrugs again. "I guess. I just like being perceived as an anomaly. Something you'll randomly remember during a Thanksgiving dinner; a story you'll tell around the campfire. Some how, some way, my presence will persist. And in another way, it'll exist without being tied to money."
Though Remus is normally eccentric and strange, such beliefs and reasoning actually leaves Logan rather speechless. Remus's answers leave Logan feeling a bit silly, but overall more comfortable. It's not enough to rid him of his anxiety entirely, but it does assure him that it'll be hard to stick out when Remus will be sopping up a lot of the attention.
The hostess comes back to them, holding an armful of menus as she waves them forward and escorts them to an open grill. They're seated in four seats directly in front of the grill, leaving two other seats on either side of them. Roman sits on one end, Janus next to him, Logan next to Janus, and Remus on the other end.
Janus glances at the four empty seats remaining at the grill. "I hope these aren't going to be filled," he utters, scrunching his nose up at the idea of sitting in anyone else's company.
"I don't think anyone will want to sit with us," Roman replies in a half-comforting, half-teasing manner. "Not after Remus's previous display."
Remus leans back on his chair, the front legs coming up off the floor. "All I did was mention I didn't know how to knot a tie."
"Very loudly," Roman huffs.
"Chill out, Princey," Remus snorts, rolling his eyes, and waving his hand dismissively. "I'm sure people won't want to sit with us for reasons other than me. Though, I am pretty good at repelling people." Remus winks towards Janus in order to further assure him no one will sit with them. Logan can't help smiling at the exchange.
The front legs of Remus's chair suddenly hit the ground hard as he moves instead to hunch over his menu.
Logan decides to follow suit, but one glance at it and he feels like he's been punched in the gut.
The cheapest thing on the menu was almost fifty dollars. For just one item! That means, for each of them, it'd be about two hundred dollars, if not more!
A sudden nudge in his side has Logan looking up, wide-eyed.
"Did you read what it comes with?" Remus asks him, glancing between Logan's surprised face and the menu.
Logan looks stupidly back at the list, before shaking his head.
"Remus, it's too much money."
Remus scoffs. "It's fifty dollars. Read what a normal entrée comes with."
"But-"
"Logan." Remus's voice is a bit louder, and Logan feels a cold chill run through him. "Please, just look at the menu. Read what a typical entrée comes with."
Logan turns back to the menu, looking over it. Shrimp entrée... comes with soup, salad, noodles, rice, shrimp, more shrimp, vegetables, and ice cream. Logan re-reads it, but the words don't change.
All of that... for fifty dollars?
"It's a lot of food," Logan begins, as he fiddles with the menu, "but it just... doesn't feel worth it to me."
"Maybe the portion sizes will change your mind," Remus replies, smirking towards Logan, before turning back to his own menu. Logan stares at him for a few minutes, before he sets his menu down against the table, and folds his hands in his lap. He stares straight ahead for a moment, before he slowly leans to the side, and against Remus. And from his position he can't see it, but Remus smiles.
A waiter comes over after a short while, asking about their drinks, and what dressing they'd like on their salad, of which being ginger or ranch. Then, they leave, preparing to get the group their starters and leave them time to decide on an actual meal.
There's some murmuring, and everybody showing each other the menu, until eventually, the waiter comes back with their sodas and water, and sets down individual salad and soup bowls in front of each of them. Then, they move on to actually ordering, starting with Roman and Janus.
Both of them order effortlessly, prepared for each question, not caring about what they order or how much they specify. Questions are answered with little hesitation, and as Roman orders steak and chicken, and Janus orders scallops, Logan rethinks his own order.
But when the waiter turns to Logan, he's able to mimic what Roman and Janus were doing. He knows what he wants, at least, to some degree, so he just says that.
He does end up settling on the shrimp entrée, deciding it sounds the most appetizing, though the waiter then lists off a few substitutions or additions. Logan shifts in his seat, doubting his ability to eat the one entrée as is, but orders a couple of the add-ons anyway, feeling encouraged by a firm squeeze to his thigh. And then the waiter moves on.
Once they've all ordered, conversation strikes back up. Janus and the twins are no strangers to this place, from the looks of it, leaving Logan to stare at the large metal grill in front of him.
His hands reach up to fiddle with his tie. At least that was familiar to him.
He'd wore a tie throughout school, always paired with a nice polo, to make himself look a bit presentable. To him, the actions of tying and tightening one were second nature. But as Logan sneaks a glance at Remus, he sees the tie loose around Remus's collar once more, as if it was cursed to never stay tied.
Logan feels his cheeks heat up.
He quickly tears his eyes from Remus's body, and taps his fork against his plate.
Something about Remus looking so nice, and yet so messy was making his gut twist. Logan knows Remus enough by now to see he's completely out of his element in the dressing department, and yet that only adds to Logan's attraction. He looks so awkward and unkempt, even when all dressed up, and Logan wants to sneak off with Remus until his own suit is as equally peeled away and wrinkled.
Snapped out of his thoughts by an arm in front of his face, a bowl of salad and soup are then set in front of Logan.
"Miyabi soup," Remus whispers under his breath, as Logan stares at the brown broth and floating mushrooms. He then gets a bit louder and looks over at Roman, and the other end of the table. He looks between the bowls, before waving over a waiter and motioning to his soup. "I think they forgot my spoon."
"A chirirenge," Logan corrects, as he dips his own chirirenge into the soup. When Remus just stares at him, Logan clears his throat and clarifies "the 'spoons' they handed us for the soup are more commonly called chirirenge. A chirenge is a fallen lotus petal, and the spoons are shaped like them."
"Ah," Remus replies, as he nods his head, before turning back to the waiter. "Can I have a chirirenge? For my miyabi?"
The waiter smiles, nods, and walks off to go grab one.
"Where'd you learn that?" Roman then asks, causing Logan to turn his head. He forgot they were there. And honestly, he forgot where he learned such a fact.
He shrugs, bringing his chirirenge to his mouth and taking a curious sip of the soup. He licks his lips. Surprisingly, it was really good. He didn't experiment a lot with foods growing up; he knew what he liked and he often gravitated towards those things, but this was definitely delicious.
"I think I read it in a book once," Logan then adds, as he takes in some more of his soup.
When the waiter comes back, Remus gets right to eating his own soup, noisily slurping up all the mushrooms, and downing the broth in a matter of seconds. Logan's last to finish it, and while everyone else decides to begin eating their salads, Logan just stares at is. He knows a lot more is coming; he needs to save as much space in his stomach as he can.
Logan only gets a few bites of his salad in before a chef comes over. He's wearing a tall black hat, and a cheery smile.
He asks how everyone's doing, and the group give a mixture of responses. He nods, and then reads their orders back to them, making sure everything's correct. And after getting their affirmations, he smiles and seems to start up the grill.
He starts first with oil, which he squirts out of a bottle, and then uses a lighter to set the grill aflame. Giant flames soar towards the ceiling, and warmth immediately assaults Logan's face. He has to close his eyes and turn his head away from the shock, but when the heat calms down, Logan sees the flames have simmered down and the grill is now sizzling with more oil being poured onto it. Following this, the chef cuts off a large slab of butter from an even larger pile of it, and drops it onto the grill, smoothing it over until it melts and lubricates the hot surface.
Logan then watches as the chef pours over a bowl of veggies, chopping up zucchini and onions, and mixing them in with broccoli. They're stirred, sauced, and then left to cook for a few minutes.
That is, until, he balances a small piece of zucchini on the end of a large knife. He nods towards Roman with a smile, who grins in return.
Logan's left watching, confused, as the chef lifts his knife up and tosses the piece of zucchini into the air, with Roman catching it in his mouth. He chews, happily, as the chef then motions to Janus the same way. But Janus simply smiles politely and shakes his head. Then the chef moves towards Logan.
Logan also shakes his head, dismissing the offer.
Remus accepts the challenge, though, and catches a piece in his own mouth, which he happily munches on after catching.
The rest of the onions and broccoli are sliced over once more, before they're tucked under a large metal bowl, probably to steam.
Then, a bunch of pale noodles are placed onto the grill, and once again drowned in oil and soy sauce. They're flipped and dragged across the grill, mixing them all in with the different sauces and flavors, before those are left to cook as well.
Roman and Janus talk, but Logan's too busy focusing on the food. There are so many noodles, and Logan has no idea how they're going to be split between the four of them. Surely, four portions would still fill each of their plates completely! Logan can't help looking between the cooking noodles and his large plate.
The noodles are the first thing portioned. They're scooped up, and set on everybody's plate individually, with ginger and something called yum-yum sauce being poured into little saucers and handed out afterwards.
Logan watches as Remus immediately pours the yum-yum sauce onto his noodles and mixes them in, while Janus dips his fork into the sauce and then uses it to twirl up some noodles, blowing on them briefly, before eating them happily. Roman's the only one who doesn't immediately douse his noodles in the dipping sauce, but Logan's sure he's saving it for something else.
Carefully, Logan wraps some noodles around his fork, before eating them normally first, just to taste them. And as soon as they hit his tongue, Logan lets out an innocent moan, eyes fluttering shut at the delicious taste. They're flavorful and just a bit salty, and the texture is heavenly between Logan's teeth. And when he tries it with the yum-yum sauce? It's amazing.
Remus nudges Logan as Logan shovels another bite into his mouth.
"It's great, right?" he asks, with some of the creamy orange sauce dripping down his chin. "I know it's a lot, but there's still more to come. If you want to try a little bit of everything, I suggest you slow down."
The veggies are moved back to the center of the grill, and mixed around with a little more butter, before a hefty amount is scooped up and once again dumped onto each plate. Logan has to hurry to push his noodles to the side of the plate to make room for the vegetables, which once again cover that entire area.
This time, as Logan stabs a piece of broccoli onto his fork, he has no hesitation dipping it into the yum-yum sauce.
The broccoli falls apart in his mouth, soft and buttery, with the sauce only amplifying the overall flavors. It's so good.
Remus looks less delighted at the delivery of vegetables, stabbing at them with his fork half-heartedly. He picks out the zucchini and only eats that, shoving everything else away from his noodles, which he goes back to eating as soon as the zucchini is gone. He then scoops the rest of his vegetables onto Logan's plate, creating a small mountain of veggies.
While they've been eating their veggies and noodles, the chef has placed pieces of meat on the grill. Steak and chicken were set aside to cook, while the scallops and shrimp were focused on. Butter is slathered over everything, and they're cooked until the smell of the meat is wafting over all of them, making them all drool over their much waited main course.
Roman and Remus's plates are completely empty by the time their meats are served up. Janus has eaten most of his noodles, and Logan looks like he hasn't touched his at all. He's just been eating slow - really savoring the taste of expensive food, but he might have been eating a little too slow.
Shrimp is dumped onto his plate after a moment, and Logan stares at it.
Then, white rice is turned over onto the grill, as well as some eggs and chicken. The eggs are chopped and cooked before being mixed in, soy sauce is added, and the chicken is cooked and then stirred into the now-brown rice as well.
The rice is scooped into bowls, and set in front of each of them.
More food. On top of everything else he was already given. Plus, they still have dessert on the way.
Logan's half tempted to groan as he thinks about everything that's been presented to him. The salad and soup were filling enough, and now he has enough food to last him another week or two if he portions it right!
After everyone's been delivered their food, the chef nods his head and smiles, preparing to walk off with his cart of uncooked foods and butter, but both Remus and Roman stop him.
Both of them pull out their wallets and hand bills directly to the chef, who tucks it both into his apron, and into his hat comedically, before thanking them repeatedly and walking off, significantly more cheery. And then the twins turn back to their food, going back to eating completely casually.
Once Logan finishes the bulk of his main course ("bulk" meaning just barely half, leaving him with a surplus amount of veggies, noodles, rice, and a few scarce pieces of shrimp), he takes a moment to lean back against his seat. He lets out a soft, pleasant groan under his breath, as he wraps his arms around his stomach.
He pushed himself to eat more than he normally would, but his stomach isn't very big due to eating so little so often. He definitely has the most left over on his plate, but he's not complaining. He knows that if he keeps going, his stomach is going to end up aching. Plus, this way, he has some extras for the next few days!
He's almost tempted to begin portioning his food right here, but he supposes he can do that when he gets home instead.
It reminds him of when Remus bought him chili, though.
This isn't that exact situation; they're out eating, as opposed to in the twin's mansion, but it was still Remus ordering him food, and him being hesitant. He was newer to this "sugar daddy" stuff then, but that doesn't mean he feels any less out of place here and now.
And that brings him to the snacks! And Remus pulling Logan into his lap.
Remembering such things make him feel flustered yet again, something that isn't new by any means, especially tonight, but causes him to draw his attention to Remus's attire once more.
For some reason, he's been zoning out and staring at Remus throughout the entire evening.
He knows Remus is attractive. He's found Remus attractive - and albeit a bit off-putting - upon first meeting him, but there's something about tonight that's made it harder for Logan to focus. And Logan's not blind, so after staring at Remus for a few minutes, he realizes what he's enjoying so much.
Remus somehow managed to make sloppy formal wear look... incredibly hot.
It's not a look Logan would assume Remus could normally pull off. Admittedly, he knows he likes looking classy and respectable, but Remus, despite being rich, dresses in baggy, torn, and brightly coloured clothes that clash more often than not.
And yet, here he is in a nice suit, with his tie loose and undershirt unbuttoned, and Logan can feel himself starting to sweat.
As Remus talks to Roman and Janus, his hand squeezes Logan's thigh. It's absentmindedly rubbing and squeezing at the muscle, and unintentionally working Logan up as Logan loses his train of thought while staring at Remus's chest.
Neither of them notice the way Janus's eyes flicker between them, or how he snorts as he turns towards Roman, motioning between the two and whispering, interrupting Remus (who doesn't notice, as he's talking to the air at this point).
Of course, he's fine with Remus and Logan tagging along on his and Roman's date, but he's not going to pass up the opportunity to get some alone time.
Roman clears his throat in order to get Remus's attention, who blinks and then turns to look at him. "Forgive me for being so rude, brother dearest, but I do believe you have yourself an... admirer," Roman points out, smugly. He gestures towards Logan, who's still so wrapped up in staring that he's oblivious to the conversation happening around him.
Though, Logan does blink and glance up as Roman's words process in his head, looking up at Remus and stumbling out "huh... who...?" before going bright pink as he realizes Remus is staring down at him with a grin. He glances to the side, and flushes darker when he sees Janus and Roman staring at him too.
Of course they all caught him staring! He didn't think he'd been staring for that long, but everyone else seems to think he was staring a little too persistently.
He looks down at the table, hoping to spare himself some of the humiliation, but Remus is sitting next to him, so the odds of that are slim.
"See something you like?" Remus muses, as he grabs Logan's chin and pulls it upwards, forcing eye contact. Logan stammers at the question, but feels his body lighting up. He's getting excited, and even though this is an inappropriate situation to be feeling so hot in, he can't help it!
"You," Logan stutters, which earns a rather amused laugh from Remus. His hand travels further up Logan's thigh, which makes Logan laugh out of embarrassment and pull away slightly.
"We're in public," Logan insists, though he's not stopping Remus.
He watches Remus look up, and then around, before spotting something nearby. He then turns back to Logan and responds with "we won't be for long," before he's grabbing Logan's hand and pulling him away from the table. Sure, they might miss their ice cream, but it was a small price to pay.
Remus worms them through crowds of servers and guests, and gets them to the bathroom, where he shoves them inside and locks the door behind them. It's small, and intended for just one person, but that's okay. They'll make due.
Remus grabs a bottle of lube from his pocket, and sets it on the little sink near them, as if alluding to Logan what will occur later.
Then, in a swift tug, Logan's pants are being pulled down. Logan flushes at Remus's lack of concern or decency, but can't help gasping as Remus begins to shuffle his own pants down as well. He even goes to unbutton his shirt further, but Logan reaches forward to grab one of Remus's wrists, and his tie.
"Don't-!" Logan begins, before gulping as Remus's actions stall immediately. Logan's face goes dark red, and he looks away as he hesitates, before sucking in a deep breath as he continues with "don't take it off. Please. You look nice. I... I really like it."
Remus grins, as his hands fall from his clothes and back onto Logan, who's tie he grabs to pull Logan up and closer to his face. "Noted," Remus responds, smiling, before he kisses him, and Logan moans immediately as he reaches to keep Remus close. His tie is tight around his own neck due to Remus's yanking, but Remus's other hand is around his waist, keeping their bodies close. And Remus's thigh gives him the perfect surface to grind on, which he does happily.
Remus is so confident in taking control with Logan by now that he moves as if it's second nature, making Logan feel even hotter.
He really should care that they're in the bathroom of an otherwise fancy restaurant. Sure, the risk of getting caught is slim because of the lock on the door, but it's not completely eradicated. But Remus hardly seems to care, kissing Logan with enough assurance and confidence to make Logan lose himself in it.
For just a moment, Logan let's himself forget where they are, grinding against Remus as he shamelessly moans, before letting out a small whine of disappointment when Remus simultaneously pulls his lips away, and presses his thigh further against Logan's crotch, pinning his hips against the wall and giving him little room to grind.
"Well, would you look at that?" Remus begins, teasingly, as Logan pants while staring at Remus with half-lidded eyes, and an adorably flushed face. "Who knew that just putting on a suit would get you so desperate?"
A dark red blush spreads rapidly across Logan's pale features, stretching the width of his cheeks and down his neck.
"With how prominently this is affecting you, one might even think you have a... suit kink?"
At first, Logan attempts to look away out of humiliation, but he lets out a meek whimper when his chin is just grabbed in response, and he's forced once again to make eye contact.
"I'm... I'm not sure," Logan answers, honestly. "I think you look very, very good, but... a kink? That's a bit much." He awkwardly pulls on the collar of his top, feeling sweat begin to pool beneath his clothes. "Right?"
Remus grins, and tilts his head to the side in a curious manner, letting Logan figure this out for himself.
He's never really been out with Remus publicly. At least, not while in a situation where he could have gotten aroused. But as he thinks about it, he knows that this is very unlike him. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't be getting worked up so easily! At least, that's what he likes to think.
But Remus has been looking so ridiculously attractive nearly the entire night - more so than usual.
Sure, he looks good normally, but there's something about Remus wearing a suit so casually - almost carelessly - excites him in a way he can't explain.
Logan swallows the spit in his mouth. "Not a kink," he states, though his voice wavers as he adds "a fetish, maybe."
Remus chuckles at Logan's shy admission, leaning forward to press a mockingly quick kiss to Logan's lips. "Aww! That's so cute! There's no need to be embarrassed, kitten! Plenty of people have suit fetishes. I think." Remus rubs their noses together, adding to Logan's growing humiliation. "Besides, I think it's flattering. After all, there's something about me in the suit that's getting it goin' for ya'. Seeing as you've hardly spared Roman a glance."
Remus seems a little proud at the fact he's gotten more attention than Roman over something as trivial as a suit. It's a playful hint towards an unserious brotherly rivalry.
Shamelessly, Remus begins to work his way into Logan's boxers, tugging them down as he continues to talk, his voice echoing against the thick walls of the bathroom.
"If I knew putting on a suit would be enough to get you drooling, then I would have been wearing one every time you came over!" he exclaims, as Logan's cock is carelessly exposed to the open. The top of his undershirt drags briefly over his hard shaft, but Remus's hand quickly takes its place, stroking slowly. "Though, I suppose it might be better to just save it for special occasions. That way, moments like this are more rare. Something to look forward to. Something of a reward, maybe?"
Remus is really just workshopping ideas here, but Logan's cute little reactions to each one give him the affirmations or the distaste give him a vague idea on what Logan likes, and what he doesn't.
But, after a moment, Remus pulls away.
Panting, Logan blinks open his eyes - which he'd previously shut to spare himself the further embarrassment of Remus's hungry eyes eating his body up in a similar fashion to how Logan was eyeing up the suit earlier - and sees Remus pulling his own boxers down to his ankles. For a moment, Logan tenses at the idea of having to go back to the table for dinner with Remus's come inside of him, or his thighs aching from a rough round, but Remus seems to read his mind as he quickly says "we're not going to fuck."
Smiling dopily, Remus then clarifies "well, if you don't want to, that is. I'm down for anything." He pinches Logan's cheek teasingly. "But, I assumed you'd want something quick and easy, and something that wouldn't be too noticeable." Remus winks, as though he knows of the ache that might persist in Logan's hips and thighs after a rough round.
Logan then watches as Remus pours his small little bottle of lube over his hand and their cocks, which he presses together by moving closer to Logan, pushing their bodies against each other.
The lubricant rolls off of the head of Logan's cock and down his shaft, doing the same to Remus's, before it proceeds to spill down further and coat the lengths of their cocks, and then Remus is further smearing the lube in using his hand, stroking them both off together while keeping their shafts pressed tightly together with his fingers.
Logan moans immediately, slumping forward against Remus's chest, as Remus continues to stroke them both off, only letting little whimpers of his own slip past his lips. He wants to hear Logan's weak moans in their entirety, and he won't let his own moans overtake Logan's.
He can feel drool pooling against his chest as Logan's open-mouthed moaning happens against his shirt. Deep breaths of Remus in between sharp intakes every time Remus's hand squeezes their cocks.
It makes him feel even more pathetic knowing Remus is giving this same pleasure to himself. And Logan's handling it so much worse.
Comparably, he's so much more sensitive. He knows Remus has so much more experience, but he's still flustered as he twists his hands into Remus's formal clothes, no doubt wrinkling it as he attempts to keep himself steady while Remus gets them both off.
Despite Remus's implications that this was going to be something quick, he can't help but move his hand a little slower than he normally would, mostly wanting to just savor the moment.
"I love that I get to be the one to introduce you to all sorts of new things," Remus comments, as he slowly squeezes both of their cock. Logan whines. "I know for a fact you've never done this with anybody before. This is your first time letting anyone touch you in public, and I get the honor of witnessing it."
Remus smirks, as he pushes Logan back against the wall, earning a sharp gasp. "I also get to see how pathetically worked up you get all because of a silly suit."
He's teasing, but Logan flushes a dark red at the reminder that he was being turned on by a literal outfit. He whimpers as his eyes flicker down from Remus's own red face to his chest, not even realizing he's back to admiring the way the suit fits Remus's lithe stature.
"It'd be fun if I actually did fuck you here, wouldn't it?" Remus then begins, thinking aloud. "I could hoist you up against the wall and stretch you open slowly. And then, I could absolutely pound that nice, tight ass of yours." Remus roughly grinds their cocks together as he speaks, drawing a sudden, cry from Logan as he attempts to twist away from the surprising pain. Unfortunately, he can't, and so he's left tearing up as his fingers drag against the wall behind him, desperate to grab onto anything in order to give himself the littlest bit of balance.
How is it that every time he's with Remus, he learns something new about himself?
His stomach is twisting with pleasure at the fact he's being dirty-talked in such a public space. Anybody could come knock on the door or overhear them, which inspires him to bite his tongue, but Remus seems to tell and so slows his hand again.
"Hey, hey now, no hiding those gorgeous little moans of yours," Remus scolds, shaking his head slightly. "That ruins half the fun!"
Logan turns his head to the side, nervous, as his glasses slide down his nose. His thighs are shaking while he stands. But begrudgingly, he opens his mouth, and an immediate moan slips through.
Remus smiles immediately. "Good kitten."
His hand speeds up once more, but with less firm squeezing this time, reminding Logan that he's getting close. Furthermore, Logan realizes he's going to have to go back to the table after this. Somehow, he's going to have to act normal, as though he wasn't just being jerked off in a public restroom.
All those people sitting, innocently enjoying their meals, unaware of the explicit situation taking place a few feet away from them!
And he's sure he doesn't look as composed anymore. With his pants down, and his face flushed, he's sure that anybody who has sex will be able to tell what just happened. Additionally, Janus and Roman have probably done something similar before, so they're going to recognize it immediately, if they don't already know what he and Remus are doing.
But then Remus is leaning down to kiss him, and Logan finds he can't really think enough to care about their potential judgement or amusement. He leans up eagerly into the kiss, but breaks it almost immediately to let out a shaky moan.
"Close," Logan whines, but instead of being met with any sort of affirmation or soft words, Remus laughs instead.
"Already? Fuck, we really have to get your stamina up." His hand still moves fast around Logan's cock, with no intention of slowing or stopping, but Remus still mocks him. "You might want to try and hold out as long as you can, kitten. I can go way longer than you can, after all, and you really wouldn't want me to keep going after you're already finished. I'd have to overstimulate your little cock until there was nothing left coming out of it!" Remus laughs at the idea, while Logan moans again, having to bite his lip in an attempt to regain control of his body.
All he wants to do is come. He wants to make a mess of him and Remus, spill over his hand and Remus's cock and watch Remus orgasm all the same. He'll get a nice, clear view of Remus's face, and he wants to see Remus ruin himself the same way he constantly ruins Logan.
Logan's hands grip Remus's upper arms, clinging onto him desperately.
"I- I don't know if I can hold back," Logan whines, as heat floods his entire body. "I need to come so bad. So bad, please."
"No. You can wait."
Logan lets out a pathetic cry of desperation, but continues holding himself back for Remus's benefit. His hands curl into fists, knuckles white as he feels himself on the edge of letting go. He doesn't know what'll happen if he does, but he feels a weird sense of obedience towards Remus. He wants to be good. He needs to be good.
"Please, please, please," Logan begs, as he hears Remus grunt under his breath as he lowers his head.
Remus's shaggy brown hair falls in front of his face, obscuring it. This immediately results in Logan moving his hands to Remus's cheeks, cupping his face and tilting it upwards so they're making eye contact.
"Let me see you. Please," Logan whimpers. He holds Remus's face firmly. "Please."
And Remus comes. It's so fast that Logan almost misses it, but Remus's eyes squeeze shut as he shoots his load over Logan's cock and his own hand, brows furrowed as he groans deep and reverberating as he works himself through his orgasm, before he slows just the smallest amount.
Panting, Remus's eyes flicker from the mess he made to Logan's flushed face, more so his dark flush and wide eyes.
"Aren't I pretty?" is Remus's quiet, mocking response, before he roughly strokes Logan to completion, only uttering a soft "come for me, Logan. Make an even bigger mess like the slut you are," and supporting Logan with a steady hand on his hip. Logan lasts only a few seconds before coming, and moaning pathetically as he does so.
His seed mixes with Remus's in a lewd, squelching manner, as Remus continues to stroke his cock briefly, before pulling his hand away. Disgustingly, he then brings it to his mouth to lick and suck, which makes Logan both flush and grimace.
But then, Remus gets onto his knees, and licks up the come on Logan's cock as well, cleaning his shaft, his thighs, and even the few splatters onto Logan's lower shirt and pelvis.
"Remus," Logan begins, voice breathy, but Remus just snickers.
"Take notes. One day I'll have you on your knees like this." Remus kisses Logan's thighs, before he stands back up and grabs a few napkins, wiping the ground with his foot and then cleaning his own body up. "I'd love to see you dragging your tongue across the floor." Remus then glances around. "Preferably not a bathroom floor, though."
Logan can't help but muster a quiet laugh, before he's holding onto Remus as Remus tugs his pants up, making sure Logan looks nice and formal again. He takes less care of himself, furthering his disheveled-formal look, but Logan likes it. He doesn't even bother to fix Remus's tie, instead just letting it hang loosely around Remus's neck.
Once Remus finishes making sure Logan looks presentable, he rubs Logan's hips, taking a moment to enjoy the visual of him laying on his back against the wall for a minute, still breathing hard and unstable on his legs from the rush of his orgasm.
And as much as Remus is tempted to make Logan walk through the restaurant like this, he's gracious enough to give Logan at least a moment to fully catch his breath and hopefully let the jelly-leg syndrome die down a bit.
"You know, you're lucky you only got come on the part of your shirt that gets tucked in," Remus comments, as he playfully loops his fingers into one of the belt loops on Logan's pants. "Though, it would have been fun to see if anyone noticed a few simple stains." Remus does a little shoulder shimmy while wiggling his eyebrows, clearly teasingly delighted by the idea of publicly embarrassing Logan, though he just chuckles when Logan develops enough confidence to push against Remus's shoulder in a lightly scolding manner.
But, the reminder of the mess they just made does make him flush, so while his arms wrap around Remus's neck to pull him close, his head dips a bit.
"About that... I didn't mean to ruin something so expensive." He sounds ashamed of himself, and to some degree, he is! Remus just gave him an expensive gift, and he's already ruined it.
He isn't given nice things very often, and the first time he's ever been given a nice, high-quality suit, he just had to stain it with literal semen.
Remus pouts a little at Logan's immediate impulse to blame himself, so before Logan gets the opportunity to apologize or offer to pay for the suit in its entirety (which Remus knows for a fact Logan can't afford), Remus leans forward to kiss him. It's nowhere near as rough as moments earlier, but it's effective in silencing Logan's meek words.
He keeps their lips pressed together until Logan's too flustered to speak when they pull away.
"Hey now, there's no use in apologizing for that," Remus rather genuinely scolds Logan. "Firstly, I was the one who decided to get you off without stripping you down. I should have at least tugged it up and out of the way." Remus smooths Logan's shirt out, as if checking for other stains. "Secondly, you know I don't care about price when it comes to you. I bought you this suit because I wanted to. If you wanted to go light it on fire after this, that'd be fine!"
He says it so casually, but Logan just bites his lip and looks away, somewhat upset. He hears Remus sigh, as his arms wrap fully around Logan's waist.
"Besides," Remus continues, softer this time, "you didn't ruin it. Haven't you met me? Our staff has had to try and get many weird stains out of my clothes; come is just another Tuesday for them, really."
That causes Logan to snicker, bringing his knuckles to his mouth to stifle the sound. Remus seems to relax upon seeing Logan ease up a little.
"Now, come on," Remus beckons, backing up and pulling Logan away from the wall. "If we're lucky, our ice cream might still be on the table."
#sanders sides#sanders sides smut#not safe for sanders#intrulogical#agp smut#sanders sides fic#agp fic#intrulogical smut#what you need#intrulogical fic#what you need intrulogical
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Weekend Update 02/18/2024
Nerdie! What is new this week?
Welp, I passed my math class (yup - mid thirties in a math class 🤨 it was required). Thankfully it's the only one. I've got one more and then I can look forward to the next term. I think my orientee's last week is this week, I have more stickers to stick on people at work and I burned some candles.
We're glad you burned candles? We're not sure what to say to that. Happy for everything else though. Any new fics?
Just two for the week, I've been focused on my classes so I've been putting out less finished work and prepping series that I have planned:
Don't assume on Valentine's Day - Ezra x plus size female reader (Yup, I wrote a Valentine's fic, just barely? It's mentioned but not the focus. Implied smut, some angst, fluff. All in one.)
Wrong Beach and a Speedo - Javier Gutierrez x Abigail (plus size OFC) I finally started my Javi G series! Is it fluffy like his hair? Yes. Will it stay that way? Mostly only because we gotta move the plot along. 80% fluff, 15% smut adjacent (subject to change, could be less) and 5% violence. Like very small. No worries. Unsure about how many parts, maybe 5-7?
We're not sure about those percentages, but they do add up to 100% so we'll see. You can't be mean to Javi G Nerdie! You can't!
Who said I was? What do you take me for?
*reminds Nerdie of Tim, Frankie, Joel, and Javi P and their truama*
👀 I mean, I get it but no worries. Let's talk about what I read this week alright. Jeez...
Salt + Pepper by @soft-girl-musings (Moon Boys and fem reader)
You be my revolver, I've got you in my hands by @winniethewife (Jake Lockley x fem reader)
Happy Tuesday! by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x fem reader)
Special Day for a special girl by @winniethewife (Blue x fem reader)
Compulsion by @iamskyereads (Ezra x OFC Beatrice)
Misunderstanding by @romanarose (Marc Spector x fem reader)
Captain's Orders by @laurfilijames (Will Miller x fem reader)
Bloom by @violentdelightsandviolentends (Bucky x fem reader)
Helping Hand by @izelascendant (Din Djarin x OFC)
Perks of being a Wallflower by @soft-girl-musings (Jake Lockley x plus size fem reader)
Stiff by @idolatrybarbie (Maxwell Lord x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024
Same Time Next Week by @magpiepills (Marcus Moreno x fem reader) part of PMAMC 2024
Pop Goes the Javi by @morallyinept (Javier Peña x fem reader) part of the PMAMC 2024
Flying to New Heights by @fettuccin-e (Frankie Morales x fem reader)
Sadly, some of these had been in my drafts folder way too long. I went from 38 this evening to 33... 🫣 To be fair, All of these I have reblogged, I have just been adding more things to read. So many wonderful things to read. 😭 An excellent problem to have.
Anyway, I should have chapter two of my Javi G fic up this week on Wednesday. Not sure what else. I'll try a Drabble. If I can keep it that short. Maybe about Javi P, Frankie or Santiago. I owe them nice things. 😘
Have a great week everyone! 🥰
Love Nerdie! 💜
P.S. One might see there's been any uptick in Oscar Isaac fics, @for-a-longlongtime is to blame for sending me all the Santi gifs she seemed to have. 👀 My eyes didn't complain though. 😂
#Weekend update#Nerdie's weekend update#pedro pascal characters#fanfiction#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfiction#nerdie fic rec#frankie morales#joel miller#din djarin#the mandalorian#jake lockley#ezra#javier gutierrez#Javier Peña#Maxwell lord#marcus moreno#marc spector#bucky barnes#blue#moon boys
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Asani Brought a Boy Home
What happens when Asani brings a boy home?
@killersweetie @leonistic @duskymrel
Asani was coming home for winter break!
How exciting!
What her parents DIDN'T know was that she was bringing a boy home...
Her mother was the first to come welcome her daughter home!
Even if Kifaji told her she needed to focus on her duties as general. General? So young? Yes. She somehow hit that rank in her 30s.
"Welcome back, Asani!" She greeted her with a smile, Asani going in for a great big hug.
They took a moment, both tightening their hug with every passing second, "How's your first year of school goin'?"
"Going great, Mama..!" She grunted out before letting go.
"You didn't honestly think you were gonna win this time, did you?" Reign mused with a laugh.
Her hugs were very tight, and it was always a contest of who could hug tighter.
Asani always loved those!
"I was hopin'.." She sighed softly before perking up, "I have a surprise!" She beamed, green eyes shining with excitement.
"A surprise?"
"Yeah! I brought my boyfriend home!" She moved over to show off the young man she'd brought in.
He was about Asani's height, if not a bit shorter.
Medium long brown hair and golden colored eyes.
He looked to be a fae.
Interesting...
From the look on Reign's face, Asani could tell she was vibe checking him...
Even if there was a smile, it was very ominous...
"I see!" She spoke kindly, "And what's your name?"
He spoke up as confidently as he could, "C-carlo, ma'am!"
"It's nice to meet you, Carlo. I'm sure my husband will love to meet you soon!"
"Mama, stop scaring him!" Asani huffed, crossing her arms.
"I'm doing no such thing!" Reign defended, "Now, let's get to the palace so we don't die in this heat."
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Finally reaching the palace, the two NRC students unpacked.
Carlo was given an individual room to himself.
Reign wouldn't be having him sleeping in the same room as her daughter.
Nuh-uh!
They were led to the family meeting room, where the king, queen, crown prince, and of course, second prince stayed, holding his three year old son, Amani, in his arms.
All waiting for their beloved princess to return home.
No one was expecting poor Carlo, who was practically shaking in this den of lions, who were gonna have to approve of him before he could truly be with Asani.
He wasn't expecting to meet the whole family so soon...
Asani ran in with a laugh, tackling her older cousin, Cheka. One would assume he was being assaulted with the way he screamed.
"Asani! C'mon! Why!?" He exclaimed, falling over, "You do this EVERY TIME!!"
She only cackled, hugging him tight, "If you know I do it every time, then you should be able to dodge, right?"
"You don't have a set time for this!! You do it when I don't expect it!!" Cheka huffed.
Leona only chuckled, gently setting Amani down, allowing him to waddle over to his mother, who took him up in her arms.
He approached his daughter, pulling her off Cheka, "What am I? Chopped liver?"
Asani snickered, whirling around to hug her father, "Apologies! I didn't forget about you!"
"Oh? Who's he?" Leona noticed the boy hiding at the doorway.
"This is Carlo!" Asani went over, pulling him into the room, "My boyfriend!"
"Boyfriend?" Leona was very cool and collected about it.
"Ah! What joyous news!" Falena came forward, as well as his wife, Imani.
Cheka was certainly... giving off an ominous aura now..
A boy...
The whole room seemed to get a whole lot scarier despite the kind smiles.
"Why don't you tell us about yourself, Carlo?" Leona questioned, bringing him to sit down at the table.
It was gonna be a long evening...
The End!
#twst#twisted wonderland#savanaclaw#twst mc#twisted wonderland mc#leona kingscholar#twisted wonderland oc#twst oc#Asani Kingscholar#twst x mc#twisted wonderland x mc#ramshackle prefect#ramshackle#leona x mc#leona kingscholar x mc
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The Lilarky Purelily AU- PART ONE
Once upon a time, there were two cookies of the names Shark Vanilla Cookie and White Lilac Cookie. They attended the same school- Blueberry Nonymous Academy- in their youth and spent every spare moment with each other. They had a very close bond, many of those who knew them even mistaking them for being in a relationship! But that was ridiculous, right? ...Right?
White Lilac Cookie had always expressed an interest in the concept of being and individuality, so it was no surprise to anyone when she began a research project that was sure to instigate many existential crisises. She wished to figure out what truly made a cookie, allowing them to have thoughts and whims of their own. After all, every cookie she had met shared a vast array of differences: even she and Shark Vanilla contrasted in many ways, despite their synchronized natures. One summer day when the sun was bright and the air was buzzing with the thrill of being on break, White Lilac decided to pledge the ideas of her new studies to her dear friend.
"White Lilac Cookie!" Shark Vanilla Cookie greeted in his Americookian accent, smiling. He offered a little wave, coming closer. Their height difference was apparent (and somewhat comedic), but the two did not let it deter them, comfortably walking alongside each other down the academy corridors. "What's up?"
"Nothing much," White Lilac replied, pushing a strand of long purple hair over her shoulder. "But there's... Something I've been meaning to ask you."
Shark Vanilla froze, his heartbeat speeding up. What could his friend possibly wish to ask? Redness began to spread across his face as a result of both excitement and the warm summer weather.
"I was wondering..." White Lilac said hesitantly, stopping as the two reached their school labs. "...Do you want to try making a baby cookie with me?"
There was a long pause.
"...What?" Shark Vanilla asked, flabbergasted beyond belief. His mouth was agape in shock, brow furrowing in confusion and discomfort at the idea. White Lilac's eyes widened, and she quickly backtracked.
"Scientifically!" She exclaimed hurriedly. "As- as in, bringing sentience to otherwise lifeless dough! I mean, if the witches can do it, why can't we?"
"Because they're gods?" Shark Vanilla tilted his head, uncertain. "I don't know-"
"Can we please try, at least?" White Lilac requested hopefully. "It's not like it will hurt anyone, right?"
"...Right," Shark Vanilla agreed, relaxing a little more before perking up slightly. "Can we try making goldfish too?!"
"Sure!" White Lilac agreed easily, beaming. She opened the door to the lab, and the two headed in. Little did they know of all that was soon to transpire, or how their harmless experiment would spiral...
KICKING MY FEET AND GIGGLING THIS IS ACTUALLY SO GOOD??? AMERICOOKIAN GOT ME 😭 AND ALSO MY REACTION TO "DO YOU WANNA MAKE A BABY COOKIE" LIKE YES I WOULD ASSUME THE WEIRD WAY AT FIRST
omg goldfish... I'm hungry now...
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George Weasley x Reader: Do You Really Want This?
Warnings: None
We were The Slytherin Queens. I absolutely adored the nickname a couple of 7th years gave my cousin and I. We hadn't even been at Hogwarts for a week before that nickname started floating around.
For the past 5 years, the name has stuck around. It wasn't going anywhere. I had even overheard that a couple of the Professors called us that behind our backs.
Whenever we walked around, I could tell that people were intimidated by us. I wasn't sure how I felt about people being afraid of us. I knew that my cousin, Victoria, thrived off the feeling. She loved the feeling of being superior to other people.
Even though Victoria and I were just cousins, we looked very much alike. We had the same (hair type), (hair color), (eye color), and were pretty much the same height.
We were both in the same year at Hogwarts which caused people to often think that we were twins. I always thought it was a compliment so I would never correct anyone whenever they mentioned us being sisters.
"I haven't gotten a chance to see Blaise since yesterday morning." Victoria pouted while munching on a couple pieces of bacon. Blaise and Victoria had been dating since our second year and they radiated power. I knew I would be terrified of them as a couple if I wasn't Victoria's cousin and one of Blaise's closest friends.
"If I had to guess, he's somewhere with Draco." I shrugged while glancing down the table at Pansy. She had this look on her face that could only be described as jealously. All I could do was smirk and give her a little wave which caused her to be even angrier. Victoria giggled and went back to eating her breakfast.
"Speaking of Draco, why don't you date him?" She cocked her head to the side studying me while twirling a strand of hair around her finger. That very look could get get her absolutely anything from her peers, to teachers, and even the elves. "I mean, he's hot and super sweet. Plus I know he fancies you. Think about all the double dates you could go on with Blaise and I. Draco just won't say anything because he thinks that you don't have the same feeling as him. But that's not true, right?"
"And how do you know all that?" I raised an eyebrow taking a couple sips of warm tea.
"Just know that dating Blaise comes with its perks (y/n)." She giggled and my eyes were trained on the entrance of the Great Hall when I noticed the Weasley twins walking in and laughing together.
It was weird but I could instantly tell them apart. George was slightly taller than his twin brother, but just by a little. When he noticed that I was looking at him, he ever so slightly gave me a wink.
It would have been very hard to notice if you hadn't been watching his every move. I felt the heat rise up into my cheeks and I wanted to run over to him and kiss him, but of course I could not do that.
"Aww look, you're blushing." Victoria snickered and pinched my cheeks.
"What are you talking about Vicky?" I giggled and jokingly shoved her hand away from my face.
"I saw you watching the entrance and as soon as Draco walked in you started blushing." She said before pulling out her Potions book to study a little bit.
I saw Draco's blonde hair and assumed he must've walked into the Hall right after George did. I didn't even notice him at all. The whole time my eyes were trained on George.
After I finished eating, it was finally time to head to our first class of the morning. We had Potions with Professor Snape.
"Hey (y/n)," I turned to see George making his way towards me. I told Victoria that I would meet her in the classroom because I needed to swing by the bathroom. She nodded and caught up with Blaise and Draco.
"Hey George." I gave him a hug around his middle then stood on my tippy toes to give him a light kiss.
"I just wanted to tell you that you look really pretty today." He looked down at his feet his face getting redder by the second. It was strange seeing him like this since he was usually so cocky about things like this. We had been seeing each other for a couple of months and the act of telling me that I'm pretty still made him nervous. I thought it was cute.
"And you are so sweet." I grinned, stood on my tippy toes, and placed a kiss on his nose.
"When can we go public with our relationship (y/n)?" He whined. "It's hard enough keeping this from Fred. I just don't think I can do it anymore. He knows something is off about me and he is going to find out sooner or later. So is your cousin Victoria. We can't hide this from them forever."
"Just give me some more time George." I took his larger hands in mine. "Just until I can make sure that my family and friends are going to be okay with this. You know how they are."
"I know how they are. I don't think they're going to be okay with this (y/n). If what they think means more than us being together please tell me right now. There's no point in dragging out a relationship that isn't going to go anywhere."
"Please just give me few more days George. I promise that's it." Was the only response I could give him. Honestly, I didn't know if the people closest to me mattered more than George. I'm sure at some point he would matter a lot more than them, but we had only be "dating" for a couple of months. I wasn't even sure if you could call what we were doing dating. He deserved better.
I also had to consider that I was only in my 5th year while George was in his 7th. I wouldn't be able see him everyday and who knows what he would be doing when he was off all alone without me for those two years. I just didn't know if our relationship was strong enough for that right now.
Then I turned on my heel and tried to get to the Potions room as quickly as I could. Even though I was a Slytherin, Snape couldn't show how much he preferred his own house. I knew that I was at least ten minutes late.
I took a quick breath, pushed open the door, and walked inside. My seat beside Draco was all the way on the other side of the room. There was no way that I would be able to sneak over there.
"(l/n)," Snape's cold voice drawled stopping me in my tracks. "How nice of you to join us."
"Sorry Professor, I was just-uhhhh," I trailed off and tried to make my way to my seat while trying to come up with an excuse. "I was just celebrating the fact mother nature decided to do her thing and let me know that I am not pregnant."
I tried to hide my smile as there was a collective laugh throughout the room.
"Congratulations (y/n)." I heard someone yell from on the other side of the room. I turned to see a couple of the Gryffindors clapping very loudly. It was Dean Thomas who had yelled across the room.
"Thank you Thomas." I called back and sat down. I wasn't sure what Snape would think about anything that just happened. He just let out an exhausted sigh and headed over to the board so he could write down the potion that we would be making today.
"You are something else." Draco chuckled while cutting a couple of rat tails into very small slivers.
"I am very well of that Draco Malfoy." I giggled and began placing Hippogriff feathers into the Potion. It began turning a dull blue color while Snape was walking around to check how everyone's potions was doing. I already knew ours was perfect. I loved Potions class more than Victoria loved spreading fear throughout the school.
"Can I ask you something?" He whispered. I glanced at him out the corner of my eye to see that there was a faint blush across his pale cheeks. His hands were trembling slightly so I took the sharp knife away from him before he could hurt himself.
"Of course Draco." I turned towards him and sat the knife down on the table.
"Good job you two" Snape was standing over our potion looking very hard at it. He was holding a large leaf in his hand, and when he dropped it into the potion it made a faint popping sound and the leaf vanished. "It's almost perfect. That'll be 50 points to Slytherin." He looked between Draco and I in awe. Then he went off to go torment Neville about his potion that was spewing all over the sizes.
"And what did you need to ask me Draco?" I turned towards him and crossed my arms over my chest. I watched him as his eyes glanced down at my chest, then back to my eyes, down again, and then anywhere but me.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmead with me this weekend? I know that you don't like me the same way that I like you, but maybe we could go as friends. And work from there? Maybe we could move on to being something more. If that's what you would like. But if you don't want to, it's tota-"
"I would love to Draco." I grinned. I could never say no to a weekend at Hogsmead with one of my best friends. It would be nice to get out of the castle for a little while.
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"So you're going to Hogsmead with Malfoy?" George blankly stared at me.
"Yes. It's just as friends though, so don't worry about anything. It's going to be fine." Every single night George and I would come up to one of the highest towers in the school and just talk about everything. He would bring hot chocolate and I would bring blueberry waffles. I'm not sure how it even started, but it's been going on ever since we met.
"No (y/n), it's not just a "friend thing" and you know it. You and I both know just about everyone important in your life wants you to be with Draco. Not only that, but you're two years younger than me. I'm leaving this year (y/n) and I know that the thought of that bothers you. You don't know what it's going to be like when I leave and neither do I. You could be doing who knows with Malfoy when I'm not here. You could be doing who knows what with him in the common room."
"So you don't trust me?" I raised an eyebrow at him. This wasn't the George that I knew. Something was off and I didn't know what. He wasn't talking to me about anything anymore. "If you don't want to do this anymore George then tell me."
There were tears streaming down my cheeks and I just couldn't stop this because I knew exactly how this was going to play out.
"I don't know anymore (y/n). I really don't know."
"(y/n)." We both turned to see Draco coming around the corner. Neither of us had any idea that he had been standing there. "Are you okay?"
"Yes. I'm fine Draco." I snapped harsher than I meant. It caused him to take a step back. I never acted like this towards him. I started to feel guilty because here he was trying to make sure I was okay and I was upset with him for doing that.
"I don't want anything (y/n). I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I saw you come up here and you haven't been back down in a while."
"I'm fine Draco. Thank you for checking on him." I smiled at him and I could see George clench his fist in anger out of the corner of my eye.
"So this is it (y/n)?" George glared at the both of us. "You're giving up months and months of constantly sneaking around to be with someone that you could've easily been with in the beginning? You could've been with him whenever you wanted without ever caring what your friends or family had to think."
I didn't say anything. He needed to vent and I was going to let him get his thoughts out. I just stared at him not really sure what to say about anything. I didn't know what I wanted anymore. Did I want George because I really loved him or did I want something that was easy?
"Okay." He nodded. "I guess that's my answer then." He stood up and started walking away but not before I could grab his hand.
"Please don't go George. I love you." It was the first time I had ever said anything like that to him. His eyes widened and I saw the George that I knew six months ago. But all it took was one look at Draco to bring the anger back out.
He pulled his hand out of mine and looked at me with those watery brown eyes.
"It's a little too late for that."
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Loquatius makes a friend frenemy meets an equal.
Set in a hypothetical party in the Feywild and hypothetical timeline because time, soup, you know the drill.
There's a moment of recognition. Brief, a flicker, a glitch.
However, Loquatius knows better than that.
He comprehends his own body deeply, has to so that its role is performed in perfect sync with his mind — it doesn't flicker, doesn't stutter in its shifts. Something about his physiology, steadier and more resilient than the constant pumping of a living heart, reliable like Catha over the dawning sky.
If he changes into someone, invented or otherwise, that way he stays, plastered over flesh like clothes that exist without effort or concentration.
So with that, he knows, when the person across the ball flicks their vivid salmon-pink coloured hands, crossed behind their back, into a dark brown then pale grey then into a human-like beige in the span of a heartbeat, whoever they may be, him and they are one of the same kind.
He looks at their face and sees what appears to be a young woman with Eladrin features, dressed in a lengthy dark dress pooling at her feet with leather stays over it. Her hair is a soft shade of brown cut short and adorned with tiny flowers as dark as her clothes, her nose upturned and held high and her eyes dark.
Loquatius moves towards her, graceful even for a fey creature, without ever touching anybody or spilling a drop of his cocktail despite how crowded the place is, a feather gliding down against the air.
The person doesn't notice his presence at first.
He leans closer and lower. "I must say, you got lovely hands."
Their head turns swiftly, a tad skittish, and stares up at him with startled doe-like eyes. Loquatius gives a short curtsey.
"Oh, I... you saw it." Her voice is soft and low.
He smiles rather gently and with his whole face, trying to soothe the menace of the height difference. "It wasn't very subtle."
She gives a glance around. "Nobody else seems to have noticed."
"Let's just say, I've got a keen eye for these sorts of things."
He holds eye contact as he finishes his drink, blinks, and for a second his eyes turn blank, then back to the purple irises a blink later.
She perks up. "Oh! Oh, my! Are you...?"
He brings a finger to his lips. "Shush."
"Of course. Wow, what a lovely surprise."
"Indeed. It can feel quite alone and... disorienting." He places his empty glass on the tray of a passing waiter.
"It can." She holds out a hand in a blink, standing now with a breath more of confidence. "Yu Suffiad."
He takes it. "Loquatius of the Burning Vale."
"Seelie? You smell like it."
He holds up the collar of his coat and sniffs, more theatrically than purposefully. "What does Seelie smell like?"
"Like bonfires and sickly smelling flowers. Maybe cinnamon sticks, people assume you'd smell like the summer court but the Autumn court is more like it. Traditional, stagnant."
"You've mingled with Seelie sufficient times then, not even I could tell you this and I grew up there."
"Exactly why you wouldn't be able to tell, you grow used to it. As for me, I believe in friends close, enemies closer. I can sniff out a Seelie from miles."
"I'm sorry, if I knew I would've come packing my punches, unless... how close have gotten to your very nice smelling enemies?"
Yu lifts their chin and smirks. "You're not my type."
"I could be."
She laughs, a soft but affected sound.
"That's a good one. It's the way you speak, something about it is very gentle and eager, a little sophisticated even. I'm Unseelie, but I wasn't raised in court. My father was a royal guard and I'm an esquire. Your hands..."
She takes them while shifting her own into their grey skin and urging him to do the same. Yu's feel rough against his, bearing a few black metal rings etched with symbols too small and dark for him to make out any detail. Without affection, she brings it to her lips and kisses them before letting go.
"Your hands are too soft."
He rubs the spot where their lips had touched his skin as if burned. "I thought all changelings were like this. But I used to be the only one I knew until today."
"So was I."
"We don't have to be friends, but it's nice knowing I'm not the only one. Even if our nature makes it unsettling"
"Yes. Sometimes makes you feel superior, sometimes just feels lonely."
"If it feels too lonely, your little nose will know where to find me."
She laughs except this time it's honest and it makes him smile.
"That is if you want to be found."
"Yes... Don't worry, I'm not one to make myself unreachable."
#loquatius seelie#yu suffiad#feywild#two changelings walk into a bar-#this been on my drafts half-assed for the LONGEST time#i don't think they met in canon but they should've#ths is a parody of Sam not recognizing what Dusk was probably a week or two after playing Loquatius#critical role#writing#flash fic
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(Ao3)
"How does it feel?"
"Tall."
Judy replied, reaching for the lever of the swivelling chair to lift herself up and line up with her new desk.
"We can order another one.", Nick added watching as his girlfriend slowly rose up, "The HR will not want to hear complaints from you regarding size discrimination…"
"Nah, it's okay." Judy scoffed "Though it will feel weird not seeing the giant one Bogo was working at…"
"It's your office now, chief."
Judy froze. It did feel weird, and she was still not completely used to her new title and a mountain of new responsibilities that awaited her from tomorrow morning.
She tossed those thoughts away as she got to her feet, surrounding the new desk, as if looking for something to complaint.
"Don't you think it is… too small, though? For-for other animals, though."
"I think it is just tall enough."
Judy's ears perked as she detected the slightest hint of sarcasm in his voice, and as she turned around, she saw the corner of his mouth twitch ever so slightly, assuming superficially innocent shape.
It didn't take long enough for her to connect the dots.
"Really, Nick?", she crossed her arms and stomped her foot.
"Really…what?" he asked, without looking away, his stoic demeanour making her blood boil.
"Doing it on a table? Seriously?"
Nick's eyes opened wide as he clutched his badge.
"My goodness, Judy, how could you? I've been thinking it was just tall enough to climb and change the lightbulb! You bunnies have such dirty minds… Chief"
His lips curled into a smile, as the remained locked in a staring contest. And the two have been thinking the same thing.
"It's not like you are going to fire yourself, flu-"
Nick's words were almost cut off by Judy's lips, as she grabbed his tie and pulled him against her, her smaller frame naturally curling between his body and the new desk.
And as their kiss deepened and he slid between her legs, Judy cursed him. He was right, it was perfect height…
She was glad she hasn't changed her clothes yet, as Nick's paws wrinkled her shirt, trying to lay her across the desk, his tongue already doing laps around her modest breasts, while her hands dealt with his zipper.
And with that came the memories, the selected few times they have most certainly broken the rules and had sex in their workplace… like that time a certain trainer bunny rewarded her best obstacle course student by letting him fuck her face and glaze her completely with his jizz… or that time in tge archives when they nearly toppled the bookcases…
They were under pressure of time, but that did not stop Nick from breaking the kiss just to take a lick of her pussy, just tp tease her and feel her pulling him back into place, her insatiable hunger for his cock manifesting itself in form of her legs locking around him.
"Do it, quickly.", she whispered, her voice cracking just a little when his tip brushed her opening.
And for once, Nick listened, his paws grabbing her waist as he rammed himself inside her, marvelling at the sight of Judy splayed on her own desk. And with his first thrust, the desk proved to be almost perfectly silent, the only noises coming from the needy bunny, fucked by her fox, and a novelty Newton cradle suddenly put into motion.
Nick kept his eyes at hers, but couldn't notice the picture to her side, the one from five years ago, him cuddling with her on holidays…
"So, are you going to give me preferential treatment now, chief?", he asked, stopping his wild thrusts, watching as her ears perk up. "Co s that looks like conflict of interests…"
"I'm gonna conflict your interests if you don't put it back in.", she hissed impatiently, her strong legs kicking his butt.
Smiling, he resumed his pushes, but deliberately stopping just shy of fully sheathing himself in, listening to her voice cracking with each slide, depraving her of the full pleasure she hungered for.
"Nick… give it to me", she finally broke, begging him.
"Judy… You know what will happen next…"
"It's an order, Wilde.", Judy grabbed Nick's shoulders. "Knot and breed me!"
"Yes, ma'am".
And with his next thrust, he lodged himself firmly inside her, pushing his knot between her lips, watching as her eyes widen and her lips open, his mouth already on hers to contain the moan from the sheer size of his stretching her pussy.
But it was the series of smaller moans Nick kept drinking from her mouth that made him truly satisfied, as each followed another spurt of his vulpine virility flooding her womb, while their bodies rocked their climaxes for a good minute or so.
"Damn, Judy…", Nick wheezed when he let go of her, "I feel like I will stay inside you for an hour this time…"
"You wish you could send me on a maternity leave with a whole litter of kits inside of me, right?"
"At least twenty, if that was possible…", he joked, growling next to her ear. "But I am so glad Zootopia will have a great chief now."
The two kissed, Judy relaxing her body, as she revelled in Nick's musky smell.
"Although you might reschedule the 3 o'clock meeting, chief", Nick sudden;y spoke.
The dreamy, absent-minded smile vanished from her face and her ears perked up at once. Judy looked at the clock, panicked to find it was just two minutes till the full hour. She looked back at Nick's smug smile, and then at their joined bodies, his bulbous knot still twitching and visibly bulging in her underbelly.
"It was your order, fluff.", Nick smiled, as Judy realised her first day may start with a bit of a slip.
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MPMM RANT (2/2): There is only one species- Player Character.
I'm almost embarrassed to say this part has me legitimately riled up. WOTC replaced the physical characteristics for all player species with two lines. "Player characters, regardless of race, typically fall into the same ranges of height and weight that humans have in our world." and "The typical lifespan of a player character in the D&D multiverse is about a century...If typical members of a race in this book can live longer than a century, that fact is mentioned in the race's description."
First, most of that differing information was removed. Ages are mentioned for some, but quite a few changed noticeable. Vivi, the goblin running this blog, has always been 13 because goblins matured and aged at exactly twice the rate of humans. I guess I'm asking what books you own before I say that now. Humans are exclusively Medium, but exactly 1/3 of the races are 'medium or small', so 2-8 feet tall. So the fairy should still be the same average weight as a minotaur.
Second, it is rather specific on "Player characters." These changes to abilities, stats, etc are not to be applied to the monsters in the book, and vice versa. Previous books have stated that Monsters work differently than PCs explicitly, and this seems to agree. That was easy to handwave when it was used to explain why the generic kobold didn't have the grovel ability. Not when asked to ignore why the centaur and the dwarf have the same height.
Third, they removed good chunks of the races description. Most species were reduced to 3-5 sentences, which say "maybe this is the origin, but also maybe not." and/or a trait. If they retconned something like the goblins, all they'll typically say is the retcon. I'm only assuming goblins are green instead of yellow now because of the picture, they made no mention of it.
So PCs are explicitly not like other members of their species but often don't have much to replace that void, no sample names or culture, and they're ae vague 'same as IRL humans' in most cases whether they're goliath or rabbit. So what exactly are these creatures? They're nothing. You aren't playing a goblin fighter, you're playing PC fighter with the "goblin" background. It's a video game character creator; move these visual sliders and pick 2 perks but you're still gonna be basically human. There's a difference between "Hey every species has a set of average ranges because that's how sets of data work, but feel free to go outside them if you like" and "Everything about you has to be in these specific but vaguely defined ranges, but you can call yourself whatever you want I guess." To people like me who need those ranges to be able to picture something, that difference is BIG.
This probably shouldn't work me up like it does, but it's the method and reasoning that I find terrible. Because it's not just the visuals for the characters, it's who they are! Their flavor, personality, the reason to pick them up outside of the mechanical traits. The ones who weren't changed or removed at least, RIP cunning artisan. I play a non-human race because I want to do something new! I can't make a character outside the box if there's no box. I can't see things through a new lens when there's only one. Removing all distinction isn't celebrating diversity, it's eliminating diversity. Diversity is celebrating our differences and the mosaic we form, how we make something beautiful because of all our unique traits. Not trying to melt the glass back together and saying we're all the same.
This part is speculative, but we only have what little reasoning they've given us through the past months and the choices they've made in the past. And this seems like they swung a sledgehammer in the general direction of a symptom; a halfhearted attempt to patch issues they didn't bother learning about. not "We changed this in an attempt to be inclusive, hope it worked" but "We do not know or care what you're talking about, so we threw a fireball in the general direction you were pointing. There, the lizardfolk don't mention anything about feeling or thinking differently that others, is that better?"
I'm just not a fan of this blanket approach they've been taking. Ignore problems completely or remove a chunk of the game and hope you grabbed enough to make the problem go away. Older editions had so many options it bloated and unbalanced the game, but at least we had the tools to fix it once we stumbled into a ditch. This time we have a bunch of books we paid $30+ for holding up "Figure it out yourself" like it's warding off a vampire. At least there's always homebrew to cobble something together ourselves, or just ignore the new updates....unless you're doing adventurer's league like they want us to. Or you got your books on D&D beyond, in which case they already ripped out the old stuff.
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Stalkers very rarely got along with a military presence.
Wulf could see it in her companions, the nervous strain they had here, even though they had quietly assured each other this was a different scenario altogether. This military, though leery of them, wanted them around. They had even gone so far as to help them smuggle their equipment and arsenals out of their native country of Germany and so far, were keeping their word to keep the quartet’s identity secret from their own rabid government.
Still, it made them nervous. Paranoid. There was an irony in it, if she thought about it. All they wanted was to be accepted by society and as soon as they were to an extent, it felt strange. Wrong, was a better description. But this was also a particularly odd situation, a Visitation Zone suddenly coming alive almost half a century after the established six.
The drive from the airport to where their crates of smuggled goods waited for them, in military hands just outside their destination, was uncomfortably quiet. Except for Fennec, who had perked up on seeing a Starbucks halfway into the drive and asked in excited hushed tones to have one. Apparently, he’d read about them and had so dreamed of tasting American coffee that he absolutely had to have one.
“In case I don’t come back, you know!”
Such fatalistic humor was not lost on his other companions, and though Wulf didn’t translate that part, she was sure the low chuckles out of the otherwise-silent stalkers made their driver mildly uneasy. Though he hid it fairly well as she expected any military official to do, she did still see the way his hands shifted on the wheel, how he swallowed subtly and shifted his lower jaw a tad. Body language was hard to hide completely, and she could guess his mild distress at hearing a phrase in a language he likely didn’t understand followed by ominous laughing.
Once he had his coffee (and had managed to drag everyone else into getting some as well), Fennec was quiet, and the remainder of the drive up the passes to the military checkpoint were just the same as before. Strained silence, the sketchy signal of the radio, low in volume, was the only thing to break it at all.
Finally, the car pulled up next to the temporary checkpoint, all-weather tents and shielded equipment visible along and across the road, something to deter civilians who were ignorant or curious from crossing into the questionable space beyond. Once she exited the car, Wulf took a quick stock of the area. More like, a quick stock as to the influence of this new infant Zone.
Her first impressions were that it was very quiet for a Zone. She had expected it to make its presence known somehow, to flex its influence a little and try to drive its claws into her immediately. She had expected it to be aggressive, possessive, territorial. Angry. So far, it was none of those things. There was not even a noise she could even properly hear a murmuring from. Overall, it was very underwhelming for a Zone.
Maybe it’s shy... she thought with a small crooked smirk of amusement and, on being joined by her three companions, moved toward the small complex of tents nearby with a shared nod between them. No sound permeated between them, no footsteps or shuffle of clothing, as they reached the tent at the center. It was bigger than the rest, so it was easy to assume it was the command center, where they had been told on disembarking the plane their things would be waiting for them.
Wulf had to duck a little to get into the tent, a common issue for a woman of her height and stature, but it wasn’t long before she stood full in the middle of the space, the top of her head barely brushing the fabric of the canopy and with her three companions silently shadowing her. It was likely an intimidating sight, especially with those glowing quicksilver eyes leveled on any in front of her and the slow move of her left hand to shuffle around the inside pockets of her jacket.
Whatever she was looking for, she didn’t find it first, but did find the worn beat-up case that held her pipe. Her priorities shifted for a half second to remove it from its confines, a darkwood pipe capped with a stylized Old German dragon-wolf in silver, the jaws parted for the cup and wrapped to the fluffy tail for the mouthpiece. The cup was stuffed with some dried tobacco before she stuck the tail between her teeth and lit it, filling the space around her almost immediately with the sweet smell of clove-smoke. Once the case was returned to its place, she shifted the pipe to the other corner of her mouth and continued the previous task.
A few more seconds to shuffle through the remaining inner pockets finally yielded her prize, a strip of paper with a number written on it. She cleared her throat to catch the attention of what she took to be a nearby officer, holding the paper to him when she was acknowledged.
“We are here to gather our effects. Please.”
For @nights-fear ‘s Leon
#RP#Starter#nightsfear#nights fear#V: Resident Picnic#S: Montana7#hope this works!#feel free to poke me for stuff~
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Ruin Me, Pretty Please? (Part 3)
Pairings: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader
NSFW CONTENT (18+ ONLY)
Summary: Jeon Jungkook is the campus’s it-boy. Y/N is a socially anxious recluse. When Jungkook accidentally witnesses Y/N’s sexually sadistic nature, it awakens a new side of him.
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4
Warnings: Brief mentions of past voyeurism, dom/sub themes, insecure jk, jealousy, allusion to upcoming smut at the end
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“And it made me hard.”
You stand there for a minute processing his words, all while the nervous boy’s eyes remain glued shut. It’s cold as hell in the lab, but you can still see the sweat glistening on his forehead.
Jeon Jungkook wants to be dominated?
You’re not one to judge a book by its cover—considering how your own kinks differ greatly from your personality—but there’s more to it than that. You aren’t just assuming based on his reputation or personality, but rather the countless rumors every week of him railing some girl unconscious. Any and every girl in Jungkook’s bed has raved about his domineering persona the next day (if her throat was okay enough to talk), so seeing this side of HYBE’s golden boy is not what you were expecting today.
Jungkook can hear your footsteps inching closer, but his eyes refuse to open. Just when he thinks it’s physically impossible for his body to tense up further, the feeling of your hand on his shoulder makes him turn to stone.
“Jungkook, look at me.”
Your voice is commanding but not in the way he hoped it would be. As his eyes slowly meet your gaze, the perplexed look on your face sends him into a frenzy.
“I-wait just forg-“
“Jungkook.”
His eyes dart to the various plant species around the room, contemplating whether or not to swallow a poisonous one and end it all right there.
The hand, still on his shoulder, starts rubbing circles into his skin. He knows your doing it to comfort him, but your touch feels scorching every second it lingers.
“Hey,” your voice is softer now, “Jungkook, please relax. I’m very flattered, but I don’t know what you want me to do with this information.”
As a domme, you know never to assume where anything is going in situations like this. Just because he shared this piece of information with you doesn’t mean you’re gonna pounce on him like you’re sure he wants it—but that’s exactly what it seems like Jungkook is hoping for. You decide to not say anything. He needs to figure it out himself that you don’t play those games—at least, not with people who aren’t your subs.
The man who towered over you in both height and build suddenly looks smaller than a frightened kitten.
“I want to try that…that thing you did with Jimin…I want you to do it to me.” The confession is barely audible, but your ears don’t miss a word.
There’s a second of silence, but it feels like a century.
“I see.”
“U-unless it’s exclusive or something…or you’re not interested…” his eyes brim with insecurity as the words force their way out of him.
“We’re not exclusive.”
Jungkook’s ears perk up at that.
“But,”
Oh no.
“But, I honestly don’t think I’m a good fit for you. If you want a domme, I can refer you to a few people. Some go here and would probably love to help you experiment.”
An unfamiliar feeling plagues Jungkook’s heart. Never in his life has Jeon Jungkook been on the receiving end of rejection. It’s somewhere he didn’t think he would ever end up. The same feeling that he’s given hundreds of nameless girls is now consuming him: the whirlwind of humiliation and self-pity clouding all rational thought.
“I don’t want anyone else. Please, Y/N. What do I have to do to be a better fit for you?”
Jungkook has always scoffed when girls have asked him this, but he was desperate to try anything at this point. He knows he looks pathetic begging, but he’s not planning on letting you go so easily.
You look at him in pity—the first person in his life to do so.
“It’s not something you can change. I just don’t think I handle showing you the ropes when all of this is so clearly new to you. You would do better with someone more experienced.”
“I don’t want someone more experienced! I’m a fast learner, and I’ve already done tons of research on it!” He tries to sound confident, but it comes out more like a petulant kid whining for a toy he can’t have.
“There’s a lot more to it than just learning fast and watching a couple of videos on Pornhub, Jungkook. I’ve only ever had three subs, all of which who have been with dommes prior to meeting me—and even then, the trust-building process is a massive commitment. I can’t imagine guiding a complete beginner.”
Just when Jungkook’s about to refute, a creak of the door stops him.
As if things couldn’t go anymore against his favor, Park Jimin peaks his head in to the lab, looking at you with wide, innocent eyes as he makes his way to your side.
“Jimin--um, hi. I didn’t know you’d be stopping by today.”
“I just missed you, noona.” He coos in his most honey-like tone.
Missed you? Noona? What the fuck was going on? Park Jimin knew better than to act this way. You had made it clear from the beginning that you were not looking for anything remotely-relationship-y, and that this arrangement was to be kept strictly between the two of you. He’d been good about sticking to these rules for months…so why the fuck is he acting like a clingy boyfriend right now?
Your thoughts are cut short by the sound of shuffling. Jungkook awkwardly dashes to the door before giving you a chance to realize he’s leaving. He doesn’t even mutter a goodbye, just hurries out with slumped shoulders and tomato-colored cheeks.
You pinch the man at your side as soon as the door closes.
“Ow, hey!”
“Park Jimin, you have thirty seconds to explain what the hell that was before you start losing limbs.”
Jimin just shrugs nonchalantly, as if he’s acted that way around you a thousand times.
“That day, after we were done in the restroom, I was going back to get my phone. I saw him leave. He didn’t see me, but I saw him. And now, he’s trying to talk to you…I put two and two together.”
“And why does it matter if he is? You’re not my boyfriend.”
He runs his fingers through his hair while releasing a deep sigh.
“I know, Y/N. You say it so many times that it’s practically tattooed on my brain. It’s not about feelings okay,” he lies through his teeth and prays you don’t notice, “I just don’t want even more of my time with you cut short. School is already taking up so much of our time, and if you start messing around with him then I’ll basically be celibate for the rest of the year!”
He tries to mask his frustration with a casual tone, but annoyance still slips through.
“I told him no, Jimin. I understand your frustration, but if you had just waited and asked me about the situation then the poor guy wouldn’t have to dart out of here like he was being chased by wolves.”
Jimin visibly relaxes after hearing about the rejection, his mood lighter. He also can’t help but burst into laughter at your words.
“He’s Jeon Jungkook, he’ll get over it. A good life lesson for the golden boy.”
You roll your eyes and give him a playful nudge, “Well that’s been dealt with, so let’s not talk about him anymore. Instead, we need to discuss your punishment for this stunt.”
You slyly dig into your bag and pull out a pink lace thong, tauntingly waving it in front of his face.
Suffice to say, there’s no trace of laughter on Park Jimin’s face now.
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Thank you for reading!
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#jungkook x reader#jimin x reader#bts au#sub jungkook#sub jimin#dom reader#university au#bts smut#jealous jimin#insecure jungkook
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You see, there are many perks of being considered the headmaster of a renowned school
One of them is instantly assuming you are a magician, wich, fair, nobody expects a magicless human to be capable of dealing with a magic school, however time and time again Yuu proved them wrong
Not being able to go back and... honestly they aren't even certain if they want to, they got "adopted" by headmaster Crowley and as years past they took over the position, even if they realy aren't the official headmaster, more of a secretary, but Crowley as always left everything to them, at least paperwork they make sure it's Crowley's
So you can imagine that the new students think of "headmaster" Yuu, polite, funny, mysterious and a good listener
All students really want to know more about this mysterious person who they think is the headmaster, child of Dire Crowley
So you can imagine how their curiosity perked in a little event Yuu had prepared
A meeting of old successful students of NRC with the news, having speeches and tips to the new generation
The students weren't excited nor were them expecting to see... so many famous people... tell us more about your childhood Yuu PLEASE 👁👄👁
From a renowned doctor to the king of the Valley of Torns, HOW
How the boys remember Yuu-> your friendly neighbor prefect, a gremlin with a golden heart and average appearance, they were just expecting the same Yuu, but their features a littel more older
NOT THIS
Yuu walking down NRC stairs like a diva, someone has been spending too much time with Crewel and Crowley, in formal clothes and such confidence in their walk, puberty hit them LIKE A TRUCK: WELCOME BACK MY FRIENDS IT'S BEEN SO LONG :D
The boys: ... oh 👁👄👁
Internally: WHEN DID YOU BECOME THIS HOT ARE YOU STILL SINGLE??? HELLO???? IS THIS ALLOWED???
Seconds later a very large, and I mean lion height, Grim walks in: >:3
1th year gang: WHAT?!?!?
Ace: I know right, Grim didn't stoped being a gremlin tho
Deuce: he just got worse to be honest, remember when we went to town and he started chasing you bc you ate the last ice cream?
Ace: oi! It was MINE OK... but the locals thinking I was going to be eaten was funny
Epel internally:... maybe if I ask Yuu I can mount him... is it even possible for Grim to carry someone?
The students of NRC:... headmaster Yuu how do you know so many famous people?
The boys: HEADMASTER???!!!
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(Shortie Perks)
Just the sdc boob headcanons with short stories. A drabble (?) I’ll post a more serious and longer one on monday.
Stardust Crusaders x Reader
Normally, people would complain and argue that being short is the worst. Like, not being able to reach high places, making fun of, being unable to see through crowds, etc. But you? Yeah, it is bad but this makes it very worth it.
Standing beside 5 incredibly tall men, you smile. You get to see their boobs because you are at boob height with them. Does it make it hard to communicate with them? Yes. You always have to crane your neck up, making it feel all sore but the free boobs? Worth it.
Actually, let me tell you the greatest tiddie moments during your time with the crusaders.
First off, Jotaro's
You stumbled across an evil stand user, DIO's lackey. They were really strong and managed to nearly defeat you but Jotaro managed to arrive in time. The enemy stand user grabs you and throws you to Jotaro, assuming he would get off guard. But he catches you in his arms and hugs you closer to him. And wowie you felt all your energy return back, as if you didn't just get demolished by a stand user. As he was going to call [Star Platinum] you summoned your stand and gave the stand user a beatdown. All while you stay in Jotaro's arms and subtly grabbing his tiddies.
Jotaro was taken aback by the sudden energy but chuckles. He hides his smile under his hat but you could see it very clearly. "Jotaro can you take me to the hotel? I can't feel my legs.." He holds you up into the bridal position while you gave him a huge grin. "Good grief..."
On rare occasions, he would tease you about it.
Next, Mr. Joestar
He has a keen eye and notices you often staring onto the other crusader's man jugs. So he tests this theory out by bringing you to a crowded place.
"Mr. Joestar?? I can't fi—" You hit a hard chest, it's clothed with the same color as Joseph's and it was also huge so it's safe to assume it's him. "Mr. Joestar... I don't do well with crowded places." You look up at him, with your hands on his chest while being shoved around by strangers. "Is that so?" He scratches his head while you squint at him suspiciously. 'He's planning something...' Joseph animatedly turns his head, averting eyes, and whistles. You sighed and pat his chest. "I'm going back to the hotel." With that, you pushed your way through the crowd and went back. He wasn't sure if the pat was enough to confirm his suspicions but he sure will try something else.
Avdol,
Nights in Egypt are cold and it seems like this night was the coldest. The hotel's sheets were very thin, not enough to provide warmth and knock you out. Avdol could see you visibly shaking, desperately wrapping the sheet around you tightly for warmth. "Y/N?" He calls to you. You mumble a small "y-yeah?" And peeked your head through the covers to look at him. "I don't wanna sound improper but you look really cold." He scoots over in his bed. "Join me." He pats the empty spot. "Ca..can I?" He nods. You grabbed all your pillows and thin blanket and laid beside him, scooting close to him to get more warmth. He learned the boob thing you have going on with Jotaro and Joseph. This moment seems to confirm it.
You snuggled closer to him. "Is it ok if I cuddle you?" He nods his head and muttered, "sure." Taking this chance, you stuffed your face on his warm chest with your hands in front of you, squeeze between your bodies. And let's just say that you slept like a baby throughout that night.
Kakyoin,
Your experience with him is rather clichè.
Walking around the town, you searched for your friends since you got separated from Polnareff. And there you saw a familiar red hair and green uniform. Kakyoin was walking around and Jotaro was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Kakyoin!" You ran up to him but only to trip when you were near him. He turns around hearing your voice and accidentally bringing him with you. You faceplanted on his chest. It was hard and it hurt.
Embarrassed, you immediately scooted away. "I'm so sorry, Kak!" He sits upright, groaning while you look at his head for any injuries. "Are you alright? I'm so sorry for that..." He laughs and shooks it off and you help him stood up. "It's fine. Maybe don't run next time."
And then Polnareff,
He would always pull you into a boob hug whenever he could. He also would always stick close to you so you would often hit your face on his boy milkers. Ironically the horniest man is the most oblivious one, he would probably be oblivious to your interest in boobs until someone points it out to him.
Looking through some goodies on the market, you heard Polnareff call you. Turning around, you hit something soft yet hard. The impact made you bounce away and fall but thankfully he was quick enough to catch you. "Sorry, fleur! Didn't mean to be so close!" And dear god. Your face was on his boobs because they were just so big. Muffled you told him. "It's ok." And then he proceeds to hug you closer to him. "I thought I lost you! Mr. Joestar said to not leave their buddy behind!" You almost passed out that time because it took him a while to realize that you were suffocating on his breasts.
And that concludes Y/N's Boobie Adventures.
I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST BOOB THING I DO- next is coc— jk
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