#while also wondering what the fuck they'd do if she came back
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Truth or Dare (Vi x Reader)
Euughh, its been a while since I've posted a fic. Enjoy! This is a modern au inspired by those Cut 'truth or drink' videos.
Cw: Mild mention of drinking (swapped out the alc for juice, so hopefully that's not a trigger for anyone). Other than that, slight violence mention.
Also! Thank you to @pixievi for these links!
Gonna tag a few of my mutuals here because I think they'd enjoy this (I hope that's okay! Please let me know if not and I'll remove you from the list!): @sweetercalypso @xthescarletbitch @vvynia @kittyt-hexxed @ellsss
“So, do you know why you’re here?”
You can just barely make out the person standing behind the camera. The build of the camera blocks off most of their face and for a moment it creeps you out; being in this sterile warehouse, sitting at a table with your best friend across from you has you briefly wondering just what Vi is cooking up. The two of you often joked about being put in Saw traps but you weren’t entirely sure you’d be willing to part with your organs and appendages should the occasion call for it.
“Ah, I think so,” you say. Vi turns to you, gently nudging your foot under the table. You recognize the gesture immediately: it was something the two of you did when you were younger and wanted to check in on the other. In this case, the nudge meant Are you okay? We can go if you need to. You nudge her foot back twice, your way of saying I’m okay.
“I’m here to do truth or drink, best friends edition. At least, that’s what she told me,” You reply, gesturing at Vi. She ducks her head, cheeks visibly coloring. The person behind the camera, someone you now suspected was the producer, speaks up once more.
“Okay then, you two can get started with a shot if you want.”
Vi grabs an unlabeled bottle and fills up both shot glasses before nudging yours towards your awaiting fingers. You bring the glass up, clinking it with Vi’s, before bringing it to your mouth. You are surprised when sweet juice instead of alcohol hits your tongue. Vi peeks out at you from under her fringe, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She knew you were trying to cut back on your alcohol intake, so knowing that she asked for an alternative warmed your heart. Vi sets her shot glass down and reaches out to the middle of the table, selecting a card from the stack. She leans back in her seat, huffing out a soft laugh.
“How did we meet?” She places the card down and looks at you expectantly. You grin, sitting up straighter in your seat.
“Okay so we went to the same high school, right? Vi had an…interesting haircut,” Vi barks out a laugh at this while you try (and fail) to suppress your chuckling, “Yeah, it was like…like someone threw scissors at her head and hoped for the best. It was like the unholy merging of a slick back, a pixie cut, and a fuck ass bob.” You barely finish your sentence as laughter wracks your body. Vi’s bark turns into a howl that you soon join. As soon as your laughter dies down, you continue, “This group of boys came up to her during lunch one day and were making fun of her. I stepped in and was telling them to leave her alone when she jumps out of her seat and absolutely socks this guy in his face! He falls, his friends jump in to try and defend his honor, and next thing you know it’s me and her against these dudes. It was brutal I tell you. They lost and ended up transferring schools and Vi and I were sacked with in-school suspension for a week. It was glorious.”
You reach out to grab a card. “What is your favorite feature of mine? Can be physical or personality-wise,” you place the card down and sit back. Vi leans her elbows onto the table, eyes meeting yours. “You have gorgeous eyes,” she says, “They’re so expressive, and I love the way they light up whenever you’re happy or excited. It’s one of the things that drew me to you back in high school. You were so bright and fiery, and the way you jumped in to help me with no hesitation has always amazed me.”
Your hands come up to rest on your heated cheeks. She leans forward once more to select a card off the pile. “Didn’t expect you to do two of them,” you giggle out. Vi feigns shock, replying “Ah, my bad, didn’t even realize it.” But the glint in her eyes tells you she absolutely meant every word.
“What are my green flags?” Vi drops the card back down to the table. You fold your hands under your chin and lean against them.
“You’re one of the toughest people I’ve ever met. And I don’t just mean physically, I mean emotionally as well. You don’t let anyone tell you what to do, I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen you genuinely scared. And it’s not like you don’t get scared, but you’re usually so on top of things, y’know?”
“Oh yeah, I’m definitely on top of things,” Vi smirks. You don’t bother holding back a grin.
“But yeah, you make me want to be stronger. I want you to be able to rely on me the way I’m able to lean on you.” The blush on Vi’s cheeks only deepens. You lean forward once more to grab a card from the table.
“How good are you at kissing?” This time you don’t fully put the card down, instead twiddling and fidgeting with it. Vi chews on her bottom lip for a second before her eyes lock with yours. You expect to see her signature smirk on her face once again, but you’re surprised by the sincerity in her eyes. Vi thinks for a moment before reaching over to the bottles and pouring herself a shot. Your eyes widen with mirth.
“Oh, not going to tell me?” you grin.
Vi pauses for a moment before looking at you over the top of her shot glass. “You can always find out for yourself, you know,” she says before knocking back the drink. You gape at her, astonished, and not for the first time you wonder what Vi’s lips would feel like on yours. It’s been a reoccurring thought ever since high school, one that you’d tried to brush off time and time again. Years of friendship between the two of you had culminated in you developing an intense crush on Vi. There were numerous moments over the years where you thought about confessing to her, but something always stopped you. Whether it was you fearing the potential end of your friendship, or someone literally interrupting you, you were never able to tell Vi how you truly felt.
“Alright, so as you can see, there is only one card left on the table. Vi, that one is yours. Make sure you read it out loud and clear, okay?” The producer chirps out. Vi tenses before reaching out and sliding the card to herself. She pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath before flipping it over.
“I, um…so, this last card is daring me to tell you the real reason you’re here.” You quirk an eyebrow. Vi continues, “I didn’t bring you here just because you’re my best friend.”
Your heartbeat picks up and for a moment you worry it will pound right out of your chest.
“I brought you here to tell you…that I have a crush on you,” Vi said, her lips curving into a sheepish grin. For a moment, the world goes still, and you wonder if you’re dreaming. You cough out a “What?”, eyes fixated on the woman in front of you. “You have a crush on me?”
Vi nods. “Ever since that day in high school you’ve been it for me. I know this has been a long time coming, but I could never find the right time to tell you.”
“I could never find the right time to tell you!” You exclaim. “All this time, all these years, you mean to tell me we were both crushing on each other?”
Your hands cover your face as you let out a groan that soon evaporates into a laugh. Vi joins you with a laugh of her own. The absurdity of it all is hilarious to you: of the woman you’ve been crushing on for years not only reciprocating your feelings but going to the trouble of dragging you into a video to confess said feelings.
Once your laughter has subsided, you and Vi are left gazing at each other. “Well, at least we finally know we’re on the same page,” she says. You nod, attempting (and failing) to hold back a grin.
“Alright, so you guys clearly feel the same for each other!” The producer says. You hear the mischief in their voice and brace yourself for what’s coming. “You guys should definitely seal the deal, y’know?”
“H-how do you suppose we do that?” You stutter out.
“You could always seal things with a kiss!”
The heat on your cheeks only flares hotter. Vi’s own face is searing by this point. There’s no way you could kiss her! And in front of a camera no less! But at the same time you wonder if this is the only chance you have, if the adrenaline coursing through you was enough to propel you forward. Just when you were internally making a pros and cons list (the pro being to kiss your best friend and the con being potential ridicule from internet strangers) Vi nudges your foot under the table. Are you okay with this?
Only a moment later do you nudge back twice: I’m okay with it. I’m really okay with it.
With a surge of courage, you sit up in your seat and lean forward. Vi follows suit, meeting you in the middle of the table. It only takes a moment for your lips to meet.
You grin into the kiss, tilting your head just the slightest to deepen it. Vi’s hand comes up to cup your cheek. Your hand reaches up to rest on it and it’s only when the producer and crew begin clapping and cheering do the two of you separate.
The two of you are beaming harder than you thought possible, and everything feels limitless. Despite having no alcohol in your system, you feel fuzzy and warm. Vi sneaks in one last peck to your lips before you sit down. Once things calm down and you’re seated the producer speaks up one last time.
“We actually have one bonus card for you two.” A crew member steps forward and lays a card down in front of Vi. Her brows furrow in confusion but she picks it up nonetheless and reads it. A tiny smile graces her lips as she sets the card down, reaching across the table to place her hands on yours. “Will you go on a date with me?”
You gently clasp your hands with hers, bringing them up to place a kiss on the backs of them. “I’d love to go on a date with you, Vi.”
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A few weeks after filming, you and Vi are notified that your video was live on the channel. You pull it up on your laptop and snuggle next to your girlfriend on her couch. Vi snorts and laughs the whole way through it while you hide behind your hands and join in her laughter. The comments are surprisingly wonderful, everything from people cooing over how cute the two of you are, to others lamenting over being single. Every last one of them brings a smile to your face. And as Vi keeps clicking through and pointing out the funniest ones, you lean into her side, pressing kisses to her skin.
“Hey love?”
“Yeah?” She asks.
“I’m really glad you brought us on a random YouTube video.”
Vi turns and presses a kiss to your lips.
“Me too.”
#arcane vi x reader#vi x reader#vi arcane#dude. you have no idea how long it took me to shake this fic out of my brain. good heavens.
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robbie, on a saturday
annie's late spring was pretty nice, all things considered. robbie was just sort of living in her apartment, which they'd never really planned on or agreed to, but annie was grateful for his presence. he cooked, he cleaned, he slept in her bed. the presence of another body there was nice for her. for the last year, she'd spent more or less equal time at ryan's apartment, and so being home all the time was jarring. and would have been crushingly lonely.
she and robbie went out with jim and julia a lot, funny little group dates that more often than not ended with sex. julia was the star around which these events orbited, as she was the one who fucked everyone else. typically, julia and annie had sex first while the boys watched, and then jim and robbie took turns on each of julia's ends. after that, she and annie sometimes resumed their festivities.
it was wonderful to be so sexually active with julia for a sustained period. annie had always thought her best friend was beautiful. she had gorgeous wavy dirty blonde hair, and a lithe, yoga-addled body. she and annie were somewhat contrasted -- julia's skin took naturally to the sun, whereas annie was pale and milky and burned easily. julia's hair was cut at her shoulders; annie's long dark hair was halfway down her back. annie had bright hazel eyes behind her glasses and big white teeth; julia had a crooked smile and tired, dark eyes. annie was taller and had bigger tits. julia had her perfect bush, and annie was still shaved smooth.
annie liked kissing julia. she was such a good kisser. she also believed herself to be getting much better at eating pussy -- julia's moans backed up her claims.
she and robbie didn't really talk about the fact that they were now regularly watching each other have sex. annie had watched very intently the first time robbie had pushed his cock into julia's cunt, and had seen him looking at her tits and her pussy, sometimes with his cock in hand, stroking it and keeping it active for julia. sometimes, julia and annie made out just moments after robbie had cum in julia's mouth. annie was well aware of what she was tasting.
but when they were around the apartment alone together, they were becoming extremely casual. they changed in front of each other, and other times lounged around mostly nude. one afternoon robbie joined annie in the bath. that was kind of fun and sweet. they had a good talk.
one night, a night when julia and jim had other plans, robbie told annie as they went to be that he was going to jerk off. "okay," she said, and positioned herself up on her pillow to watch. he let her, getting himself hard to a picture of his ex gf on his phone -- but then putting it down to just close his eyes and stroke. annie watched him cum on himself and cooed approvingly. he cleaned himself up with his shirt and tossed it aside and went to bed.
in the morning, annie woke him up using her vibrator on herself.
"you keep your panties on?" he said.
"for this one, yes, it's too intense otherwise" annie gasped.
"sounds like it."
"holy FUCK" annie laughed, her legs reddening as she came. she put her vibrator down and yanked her panties down to her knees, letting her pussy cool off.
robbie had his dick out now and was stroking it.
"you know post-nut clarity?" annie said. "my male patients tell me about that."
"you don't experience that?" he said.
"no," annie said. "cumming just makes me hornier in the moment."
"hot," robbie said.
annie laughed. "no, it's awful. i feel like i need to go stick an ice cube in my pussy."
"if you do that i wanna see it," robbie said.
annie got up and dropped her panties and walked to the kitchen to the ice dispenser. she came back to the bedroom with a little moon-shaped cylinder of ice and stood at the end of the bed in front of robbie and his dick and pushed the ice inside herself. she bit her lip.
"how does it feel? he asked.
"fucking good," she giggled. her knees buckled and she nearly fell over. she had a hand over herself, holding it in. the melting water ran through her fingers. "it's melting so fast," she giggled.
"can i feel it?" robbie said. he sat up, not jacking off anymore but still hard. annie moved her hand and was surprised to feel his hand go right between her legs, touching not quite inside her, but pushing the flat of his fingers against her ice-cold labia. "that's so weird," he said.
he took his hand away and the remainder of the ice slipped out to the floor. they both laughed.
that afternoon, jonah came over to fuck. before he arrived, annie put a buttplug in as a nice surprise for him -- one he quite appreciated.
robbie was out and about so jonah and annie went at it on the couch. she was on her hands and knees getting fucked when robbie came in with groceries. "don't stop," annie told jonah. "hi, robbie."
"oh hey," he said, laughing. "what are you guys up to?"
"you know, just hanging out," annie said, her tits bouncing hard.
jonah came on her chest and the retired to the bedroom for another round. annie went to the kitchen to see what robbie bought while cleaning herself off. "do you have a buttplug in?" he asked her.
"yeah," annie said. she turned around and spread her ass to show him.
"cool," he said. "i've never actually seen one in real life before."
"you haven't snooped in my sex toy drawer?" she asked.
"no," he said.
"why not!?" annie said, laughing.
"do you think your patients ever imagine you're like this?" robbie asked. "like, you're in your office in a cardigan, if they knew you were like, walking around naked all the time, fucking all over, using a buttplug, shaving your pussy, would it blow their minds?"
"i hope not," she said. "i hope they think about it so much that it wouldn't surprise them at all."
on sunday their dad came over. he liked that robbie was staying there too, and didn't seem to think it was weird that whenever he showed up, annie was typically in panties and rarely more than that. today, she was on her way to the shower when he arrived, and therefore was fully nude. when annie came back out, towel around her waist, she said, "I love having my men here." her dad put his hand on the small of her bare back. it felt nice.
"you sound like mom," robbie said.
"yeah but when was the last time mom just walked around with her tits out?" annie offered.
"like the last time i was there?" robbie said.
"really?" annie was shocked. "i haven't seen mom naked like since i was a toddler."
"it was probably more like around the time your tits got bigger than hers," her dad said. "that was when she stopped walking around naked. but yeah, when you're not at home, she's pretty free."
"huh," annie said. she looked at robbie. "what's her bush like?"
"trimmed, tight, controlled."
"sounds like everything else in that area," annie said. her dad laughed.
"i'm hotter though, right?" annie said. her dad looked at her and raised an eyebrow. she dropped her towel.
"of course, honey," he said.
"thank you!" annie chirped.
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Work of Art Modern AU (Link x Reader) I
(a/n) AAAHH I'M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!! i've reached that point in the semester where i've got either a project or an exam due every week, and i haven't had any time to write :( but i'm here now with a brand new fic for you! so thank you for waiting :)
parts will be linked and will also be available on my masterlist when they're available!
cw: link experiences unwanted sexual advances in the beginning (nothing too explicit) so please proceed with caution, afab!reader, swearing, zelda and link are besties :}, breathless conversations in a stairwell, you and link are just some awkward goobers
wc: 2.3k
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"And this one-of-a-kind masterpiece depicts the moments leading up to the Hero's decisive victory over the Demon King. For just a moment, let's draw our eyes toward the finer details the artist has decided to depict. Look with me now at the use of light in this scene, and how it starkly contrasts..."
Is that a new crack?
Blue eyes absently traced the thin line that fractured the pillar's marble surface. A wisp of gold tickled the tips of his lashes and he huffed, coursing his fingers through his hair in a bid to keep it in place. He kept his eyes trained on the small, black fissure that coursed through the white stone.
Definitely a new crack.
Taut fingers absently fumbled the ring of keys latched to his belt while the other hand thumbed the baton's cold metal. Link's eyes fluttered shut and he let out a soft sigh, adjusting his feet to abate the blood pooling in his heels.
"--Ahem."
His broad shoulders twitched and ocean blues met irritated meadow greens, which juxtaposed the seemingly sweet smile Zelda flashed him. Link dropped his hands immediately, causing the metal nuisance to sing a dying song against his thighs; a quiet chorus of giggles served as the encore.
"Thank you," his best friend cleared her throat, "as I was saying--"
Hylia, he was so bored. He rocked on his heels and watched Zelda motion to the large, newly restored painting before them. He knew how hard she had worked on restoring the old thing, and he was proud of her for sure, but if he had to listen to her spiel about the painting's history one more time--
"Hands off the rope please." He uttered softly to the woman dangling off the red velvet. She scoffed, but her look of disdain eventually softened into something... heavier. A sultry smirk snaked its way onto her lips and her eyes turned lidded.
"Sorry, sir. I just couldn't get my eyes off such a gorgeous masterpiece. It's a work of art, y'know?"
"I understand ma'am," his knuckles tersed. "But please refrain from touching the rope."
"Oh, I'm sorry..." She dragged out. "Can I make it up to you with some coffee?"
"No thank you. I suggest you turn your attention back to the presentation. That is why you came, right?"
"Well, what if I told you I actually came for something--or in this case... someone else?"
A shudder wriggled down his spine; she continued before he had time to draft his next sentence.
"I know you've seen me around... Why do you think I visit this dump of a museum so often? To stare at the same paintings day-in-day-out?"
Her fingertip traced the velvet rope, nails softly scuffing the luxuriously-textured barricade. He kept his eyes focused on the little strands of hair peeping out of the mole on her forehead, his throat constricting and drying at the waft of cheap perfume.
"C'mon... After the museum closes, let's grab some food and head over to my place, yeah?"
"He said 'no,' ma'am." A soft voice deadpanned behind the both of them. A pair of bewildered eyes locked with calm, unblinking (E/C)s. "No means no."
"Excuse me?"
"Stop harassing him." You spat, cold venom honeying your tone. "No. Means. No. Do I need to scream to get that through your fucking head? That would draw the crowd's attention to you, don't you think? I wonder how they'd feel watching you harass someone in broad daylight...”
“Tch… Worthless piece of shit.” Red heels clicked right past you as she side-bodied your smaller frame, sending you back a step or two. Your eyes followed the storming figure as she dipped past the grand marble staircase.
“--And with that, I would like to extend my most heartfelt gratitude on behalf of all our curators here. Without your support, our work in restoring these priceless historical pieces would not be possible. So from the bottom of my heart--“
“--Thank you.” He mumbled, his pulse quickening.
You flashed him a soft smile.
"No problem. I'm sorry you had to go through that.
"It’s okay. This... Isn't the first time."
"What, she tried pulling this shit on you in the past?"
"Oh, no, I mean..." He sighed. "It's not the first time someone's done something like this. I never really knew what to say, so I just... didn't say anything, so… Thank you."
"Well, I'm glad I could help." Your smiling eyes averted towards your buzzing phone. “Oh, fuck... Sorry officer, I gotta run! Have a good night!”
"W-Wait, can I ask for--"
--your name?
You raced down the same path his unwanted suitor went a few minutes prior, back disappearing past the staircase. The warmth of gratitude in his chest chilled into a growing, aching hole. Gods, if only he had gotten your name!
"Soooo... who was that?" Zelda snickered, saddling up to the flustered man. Link's cheeks reddened and a small pout bloomed on his lips.
"No one."
"Really? So 'no one's got you all hot and bothered?"
"'Hot and--?' Nah.."
"Uh-huh, whatever you say." She slinked an arm onto his shoulder and dangled off his steady frame, watching the thoughtful wander of the museum's patrons. The air about her turned somber, and her voice dipped to a volume only the blonde could hear. "... Did someone bother you again?"
Link's lips curled into a soft smile--a rare sight, even for his lifelong friend. Confusion ticked Zelda's features as she saw this new reaction.
"Well, the one who ran off helped me with another 'admirer.'" A dreamy sigh. "I was just thanking her."
A soft, contrite smile graced the curator's lips.
"I'm happy to hear that... I'm sorry this is such a regular thing for you. I wish there was some way to know what kind of person we're selling our tickets to..."
Link waved off her concerns and shrugged her off, throwing his arms above his head and feeling the sweet, satisfying pops in his joints. His neck craned from side to side, filling the air with a chorus of crackles; Zelda visibly grimaced.
"Stop doing that! You're gonna snap your own neck one day."
"If I do, does that mean I get a day off?"
"Of course not." She retorted mirthfully.
"Man..."
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Of course the elevator was broken.
Link heaved open the heavy metal door which led to the winding staircase unused by most tenants.
And of course he lived on the 6th floor.
With a huff, he lifted his foot on the cement step blackened from gunk and other dubious substances. He tried to pay little mind to how his shoes grew stickier with each step, or how the flickering light's buzzing drilled a dull ache through his temples. He rounded the first of many corners and kept an even pace, already beginning to feel a bit spent.
Hands fiddled around his hoodie's pocket, feeling for the familiar roundness of his earbud's case and the soft edges of his phone. As he popped his earbuds in, his eyes glazed over the dozens of unorganized playlists that littered his screen, eventually resting on the simply named 'workout' playlist. His music's volume amped up to an almost painful level in a futile effort to blend his rapidly beating heart with songs from his chosen playlist.
"ᴼ⁻ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳˀ"
He stopped to respond to a meme Zelda sent and texted an equally unhinged one back. The greasy scent of takeout wafted to his nostrils and he looked up, slightly confused.
"ᴼᶠᶠᶦᶜᵉʳ, ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘˀ"
A body filled his peripheral; pure fear coursed through his veins as his overactive imagination transmogrified a very real and alive person into eldritch nightmares unutterable by man. His phone leaped for safety, clattering down the flight of stairs for what felt like an eternity before rolling into its final resting place by the suspicious goop in the corner.
A moment of shock-spawned stillness blanketed the two persons--before Link was racing down the staircase.
"Hylia! Are you okay?!" A familiar voice called out. He stopped, fingers hovering a few hairs away from his phone as he slowly careened his face behind him.
There you were--gorgeous, gorgeous you--donned in sweats, a hoodie, Crocs with Socks™, and a steaming bag of takeout. The harsh fluorescent light softened your silhouette, casting an almost ethereal aura about you. Link gabbled an... exclamation of sorts as he grabbed his phone. He slinked the grimy thing into his pocket as he cooly made his way up the steps, shame and a newfound desire to drink lava inapparent on his blank face.
"Yes, thank you." He rubbed his (clean) hand against the back of his reddening neck. "Fancy meeting you here."
"I can say the same to you!" You laughed, shifting the takeout from one hand to the other. "How was the rest of your shift?"
"It was uneventful, thankfully. I'd like to thank you again for helping me out earlier... I really appreciated it."
"Aww... Of course. I'm really glad I could help you out back there."
Gods, how could a smile both ease and excite him all at once?
You both started up the steps once more, silently thanking and cursing your luck. After such a hasty exit you thought you'd never see the man again, but here you were, walking side-by-side up a neverending staircase. You looked down at your food, making sure the handles weren't gonna snap or anything, and happened to catch a faint mustard stain right by your heart. If only you didn't look so... grimy.
"S-So," you started, praying he didn't catch your stutter for air, "uh, what were you listening to?"
"Um..." He panicked slightly, "Just... workout music."
"Yeah? What song?"
"Something that... always gets me pumped." He cleared his throat. "What'd you order?"
"Oh, just some poultry pilaf from the Gerudo restaurant that opened up recently!"
"The one by 3rd Street?"
"Yeah, that one! Have you tried it yet?"
"Nah. But let me know how it tastes."
"For sure!"
A much-needed silence filled the air, both of you desperately trying to hide the fact that you were fighting for your next breath. A bright red '4' filled your vision and you groaned, throwing your head back.
"Gods, these stairs go on forever."
"Tell me about it." He hissed shakily. His eyes wandered to your slightly trembling arm holding your dinner. "Do you want me to hold that?"
"Oh, no, I'm okay." You subtly wiped the sweat beading your brow. "My floor's coming up. Thank you though."
"What floor do you live on? If you don't mind me asking."
"The 6th!"
6th...?
"Me too."
"Really? I'm surprised I never saw you around though. I’d definitely remember someone as cu—“ You coughed suddenly, rubbing a fist into your chest. "C-Cool as you!"
That... wasn't much better.
As you proceeded to curse the day you were born, furled golds and narrowed blues widened in disbelief before softening into a bashful smile.
"T-Thank y--
"Oh look, our floor!"
With a hop, skip, and a step, you bounded up the last flight of stairs and swung the hefty metal door, your frame teetering on the loose door handle.
"After you." You gestured grandly, giggles flitting between the two of you. He raced up the last of the steps and grabbed the edge of the door a little ways past your head, pulling it gently from your grasp.
"No, after you."
"Why, thank you, um..."
"Oh! Link." He stuck his hand out, a boyish grin splitting his lips. "My name is Link."
"Link?" You took his hand. “It's nice to meet you. I'm (F/N)."
"(F/N)..." You hated how your heart swooned just now. "What a cute name."
You canned the need to scream into the void as you slinked through the threshold, laughter alight. You waltzed to the crossroad leading to the separate wings on your floor. “I’m going this way. What about you?”
“I'm heading that way too.”
"O-Oh, okay!"
He strode to your side and you descended down the long hallway, the silence stiffening your throat. It felt... kinda weird knowing where he lived or vice versa; your eyes flitted to the wall's yellowed moulding, a path your eyes had taken hundreds of times.
You rounded a corner; so did he. You trailed along the gentle bend in the hallway; he did as well. Your heart started to race. A prickle of doubt heated your chest as you approached your door. He wasn't following you... was he?
When's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna turn when's he gonna
"You're my neighbor?!" Heads whipped around to catch the other's surprised gaze. A stiff laugh cracked between the two of you and you creaked your gazes away.
"W-Well." You coughed out. "Um, goodnight..."
"N-Night.."
Your bodies slipped past your respective thresholds and softly clicked the door shut. You sunk your body into the door; the thick metal drew the extra heat from your back, but it did little to remedy the red in your cheeks. Knees wobbling, your frame slid down, down, down onto your doormat as you cradled your face in your hands, heart thundering in your ears.
It was almost loud enough to drown out what was undoubtedly tapping on the wall.
You clambered to your feet, plopped your nearly forgotten dinner on your countertop, and skated to the source of the sound, pressing your ear against the drywall with bated breath.
There it was again!
You returned his taps with the same level of enthusiasm. If you listened past your drumming heart, you could trick yourself into thinking you heard a laugh. You giggled as well, heart fluttering at your newfound, totally-platonic-and-definitely-not-love-laced relationship you managed to foster all in one night. A tight knot ached your sides and your belly protested loudly.
Oh right! Your pilaf!
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Hi! I was wondering could we get either a Frank Morrison or Ghostface x reader story where they’re in a relationship and they find out either Frank/Danny got injected with Blights serum.
Reader is then worried about him and rushes to try help him recover from the serums pain? And maybe the other killers seeing that being shocked that a survivor is caring for a killer. If that makes sense and isn’t too much!
Thank you 🤍
⭒kisses for my killer ~ frank morrison⭒
woahhhh sorry this took like forever to right... my play that im in is coming up and ive been pretty busy with that, but tech week is next week so ill be extra busy then but after im free for like!!! ever but anyways 2nd tumblr fic! woohoo ALSO! i had to do a ton of research on blight lore but it was super confusing but i promise i tried my best.... sorry if shes not perfect ;( also not proofread
the woods surrounding the survivor's campfire were dark and lonely. it was an ideal place for some sort of horrible crime- a child to get snatched up, a murder, or in this case, a betrayal.
whenever y/n wandered into the woods in hopes of ending up in ormond, they had a heavy pit in their stomach. if they were caught by another survivor- or worse, ended up in the wrong realm, they were done for. other survivors were already beginning to get suspicious about why they were sneaking out so much, and the lie of 'looking for offerings' was beginning to fail as they often came back with little to show for their long disappearance. if the other survivors found out why they were gone for so long, y/n would never live through another trial. y/n would forever have to keep their dirty little secret. no, not that secret. not the 'i left you on hook because i couldn't get to you in time' while in reality they were just too scared type of secret. a secret dirtier then that.
frank morrison. y/n being romantically involved with frank morrison was their dirtiest secret. a survivor and a killer. somebody who would spend eternity killing, and somebody who would be a victim to it all. not exactly the best pairing.
despite the... not so good circumstances, they still found their ways to love each other in secret. whether it be frank giving them the hatch or y/n helping him recover from a frenzy, they knew that no matter how small their action was it meant worlds to the other. such as in their last trial- they were with susie. after she'd massacred y/n's friends, she allowed them to hop into the hatch without a scratch on their skin. y/n knew for a fact that frank had something to do with this, which is why they'd decided to risk visiting ormond to say thank you. what they didn't expect, was to see frank before they'd even wandered out of the gloomy woods.
"frank?!" they yelped as he stumbled towards them. his mask was long gone, and a panicked look was etched onto his face."are you okay? what happened?" he was limping and tripping over his own feet- clearly not in the best shape. he practically collapsed on top of them, y/n doing their best to hold him up.
"that stupid.." frank coughed violently as y/n began to slowly rub his back. "the fucking freak. blight. he tried to..." he leaned into them, gasping for breath. "experiment on me, or something." he'd ran away from the blight as fast as he could, but obviously had some disadvantages.
"what was it?"
"i don't know!" frank snapped, hugging them tightly. "fuck." he breathed out heavily. "i... sorry."
"no, frank, i'm so sorry..." they murmured, squeezing him tightly. "i don't know what to say, god that's so horrible." they gently rocked him. "you don't have to worry, though. he's not here, he can't hurt you. where were julie, susie, and joey?"
"they were in their own trials!" he gripped onto the back of their shirt tightly, allowing y/n to sit them both on the ground. his body was draped over theirs as they peppered kisses along his cheek and neck in an attempt to comfort him.
"well, he's not here anymore, okay? he can't touch you, i won't let him. i'll... beat him up, or something."
"you? you'll beat him up?" frank snickered, slowly beginning to calm down in their arms.
"or something like that." they rested their chin on his shoulder as he relaxed against them. "either way, you don't have to worry about him. you have a little team of people who'll keep you safe, yeah?"
"yeah, guess i do." frank paused, thinking for a minute. he squeezed them a bit tighter as he quietly spoke- his voice nearly silent. barely above a whisper. "i love you."
y/n smiled. "i love you more, frank."
off in the distance, joey, susie, and julie were watching in surprise. they knew from frank that him and y/n were in some sort of relationship, but the last thing the three of them expected was for y/n to be this... sweet on him. frank was a ruthless killer, yet here he was being cuddled and cooed at by a survivor. it was shocking to say the least, but in a sweet way. seeing that two victims of the entity were able to still find a light in the entity's realm filled the other three with some sort of... hope.
a hope for something better.
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hello angel! I was wondering if you could write a Dennis Reynolds x fem!reader one shot where basically, reader is apart of the gang and has been for a while. Surprisingly, one time when Dennis was really angry, she calmed him down. Everyone was shocked the first, but slowly overtime got used to it. Dennis always ignored the warm feeling in his chest when she calmed him, but when he went on a date and got really mad and the girl tried to calm him down, he got even more angry than realised he liked reader??
sorry if it’s confusing 😭🫶
calmed | dennis reynolds x reader
read part 2 here!!
authors note: HEYOOO still alive. thank u sm for this prompt anon! tbh it was a bit of a challenge and i struggled 😭 i always struggle to write for dennis. i hope i did this idea justice cuz i love it. also this is my first iasip fic im publishing yayayay please send more requests for it im sooo deep into it rn. ive got a dee fic in the works rn.
cw: average dennis insanity ofc, swearing, mentions of D.E.N.N.I.S ing girls so yk, mentions of sex.
fic under the cut!
You can recall the first time you ever saw Dennis freak out.
"Idiots! Fucking idiots all of them!" Dennis ranted in his usual methodic tone. The gang wasn't phased, this sort of Dennis rant was something they'd become accustomed to. For you - the latest addition the gang - you had never witnessed one of Dennis' outbursts. It was probably that empathic nature or yours that made you want to act, to console him. And you did. Despite the gang's protests, once they noticed you about to leap into action. They knew it was better to just let Dennis ride out the anger and come down again. But you reached out and touched his arm. The gang collectively held their breath, expecting Dennis to bark out some obscenities in response, but it never came. The feeling of your hand on him made him turn to face you, to look at you.
"Dennis, it's okay, we'll fix this, I promise."
And he calmed. And took a deep breath.
"You know what? You're right. I can fix this." Dennis exhaled. Everyone was shocked,
"What the fuck just happened." Mac said blankly. In the whole time they had known him, Dennis had never been able to be pacified from one of these insane outbursts.
But then it became frequent, because Dennis's raging was frequent. Every time he would begin ranting and raving, you were able to calm him down. It was a voice of serene amidst the chaos. It went on for years like this, as you became part of the gang.
You were usually there hanging out with the gang when things would go wrong, and you'd be able to solve it and calm him down. But today, that wasn't the case. Today, Dennis was on a date.
Dennis was in the process of getting this woman to sleep with him, his stock procedure. But the date had been falling apart. It first started with his suit getting ruined. After dressing himself up in a nice blazer and shirt outfit, it was massacred by spaghetti after Mac spilt it on top of Dennis. Mac was haphazardly carrying it through their shared kitchen and failed to notice him.
"Christ Mac, what the hell are you doing!"
But that was okay. He could manage. He would just have to change. And although this did delay him, he could still D.E.N.N.I.S this girl. He could just say he was late because he was helping some old lady cross the street or looking after a stray kitten.
After successfully making it out of the door, he began to drive to the date. A cute restaurant not too far from his apartment, a picturesque rendezvous. But this was stalled even further by the lack of parking spaces available. Dennis groaned at threw his head back against the car headrest. After circling the block for what felt like the 100th time, Dennis decided to just park further away and book it to the restaurant. He settled for a tucked away corner of the city. Sure, it was far, but hey, at least it was a space.
Finally, after running to the entrance of the restaurant, he saw his date waiting, arms folded.
"Dennis! There you are! What took you so long?Are you.. okay? You look at a little out of sorts." Cadence spoke.
"Sorry. Sorry. Some old hags cat was- was trying to cross the road. I had to run from the other side of town." Dennis panted. He didn't expect the journey to have made him so debilitated. 'Not a perfect excuse, either. I might have messed up the wording..' he thought.
Dennis and his date, Cadence finally entered the restaurant. Dennis regained most of his breath and approached the host.
"Reynolds, table for two." He told the host.
The host scanned their notebook with a pen and searching eyes.
"Sorry, sir, I don't see anything for Reynolds here. Are you sure you booked for this restaurant?" The host replied. They lacked any kind of care for the situation, replying in a detached tone. Most likely years of working customer service had drained them.
"Am I sure I booked for- do you think I'm some kind of bumbling buffoon? Of course I fucking did!" Dennis snarled. Seemingly the frustrations from the evening were overflowing and spilling out.
"What do you take me for some kind of idiot!?" Dennis continued to bawl.
At this point, his date was getting embarrassed of his uncontrolled emotions. Cadence leaned in and touched his forearm. And maybe if it wasn't Dennis Reynolds she had performed this action on, it could have worked and soothed him.
"Dennis its okay, we can go eat somewhere else if you want?"
Immediately Dennis shook her grip off him.
"If I want? Why would I want to eat somewhere else when I made a fucking reservation here. What I want is to eat here!" He snapped, tapping his finger on the hosts notebook.
"Dennis, it's okay. We will do whatever you want." Cadence tried again.
"What I want? What I want is... well, what would you know about fixing shit! You're just..! Well, you're not.. not." Oh. And that's when it hit him.
What Dennis wanted now was not a reservation at this pseudo-rich restaurant. And he knew he certainly didn't want Cadence to try and comfort him. Her words didn't seem to hold any mindfulness or meaning... but yours did. She wasn't you. What he wanted was you. That's all he ever wanted. Everything else he had been doing for was a pathetic search to fill the void. The women he was trying to do, D.E.N.N.I.S, the dates he'd go on, the sex he would have, it all meant nothing.
All he wanted was you. A pure undivided love and something he had never felt before. Dennis had an unprofound realisation that he liked someone. Something most come to grips with in adolescents. But for him, that realisation was something he had never had. It made his heart ache and burn. He needed to act. He needed to call you and spill his heart out. Because no one was like you, and that's all he could think about as he turned on his heel and left the restaurant.
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In the Middle of the Night
TW: smut. Language. Cockwarming. Slight Dom!JJ. Somnophilia.
Kook!Reader and JJ Maybank
SUMMARY: JJ awakes to a pleasurable sensation he continues you to quell.
WORD COUNT: 2000
REQUESTED
JJ sleeping over at his girlfriends house for the first time (kook gf)
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🤍Totally ignore this if you don’t like it but while JJ and reader are cockwarming she has a wet dream with jj and he doesn’t know what he should do
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In The Middle of the Night
JJ'S POV
It was the first time I could hold her in my arms without interruption. No curious younger sibling with an ear to her door and therefore no need to be silent. And there was also no fear of being ridiculed after she left in some quick afternoon rendezvous by Kie or Pope, where John B would have probably offered a high five. But for now, I could appreciate her for myself. No other Kooks trying to steal her attention and no other pogues reminding me of how she would get tired of me in due time.
No, I had her completely to myself. Her skin as soft as her hair as it rested on my lips. The scent of sex and coconut still lingering in the sheets beneath us as a swore I could never get enough of either. Her scent or her. My fingers began to trace her, needing to touch her for more than a moment. Favoring the way that, even in her sleep, her body reacted to my touch. With the angle in which she laid, I was able to adjust slightly and keep her at rest, before managing to witness her expression. Furrowed brows coming from the tease I made over her nipples, covered by the thin sheet from her adolescent bedroom. I fought the urge to suck, bite, even pull it free.
I needed her. I needed my girl. And I needed her now.
She was perfection, where I was stained. Gold to rust. Good to bad. And even as I lay nocturnal at her side, stealing every second I could to witness her, she was angelic and pristine before me. Even with skin still damp with former sweat and hair tousled in how I pulled it to my will in every position she allowed. Not one we haven't tried yet. But her body was still ethereal. Warm. Wet. Chilled. Clenching.
"Fuck..." I smirked, believing she was initiating some kind of encore to the apparent lack of satisfaction or desperation to repeat it. But I could feel her clench around me, my cock finding a home as she remained asleep, feeling her warmth wash over me in a single rush. Too warm. Too wet. Too fucking hot.
"JJ..." She moaned still asleep, my expression hollow in anything but lust.
I froze for a moment, wondering if it was how I touched her that made her coat my dick. A smile caught by the sliver of moonlight offering the same illumination to her. The squint made in her sleep and slight breathlessness coming back to rest as I couldn't and didn't care to fight my pout. Just as quickly as she found ecstasy, it slipped as a stain beneath us both. My cock suddenly brought to life to the flickers of her tension as my hand wrapped around her breast.
I needed her.
More than I ever thought possible.
Her skin felt softer, warmer, as I took it into my possession. There didn't exist a single inch of her skin that I hadn't touched, but it felt new to me at this moment. As if I saw her as vulnerable as our first interaction and the countless between now and then were fantasies. But I was desperate. I was hard as a fucking rock as I could feel my release already forming by those handful of clenches. And if I had to endure it, goddamnit, so would she.
My lips were soft to her neck but my hands were tight to her breast. I was sure they'd bruise and I didn't care. I wanted those pained moans to be because of me. I wanted them to wake her up.
Just not yet.
With my second hand beneath the same pillow hers had been for rest, I intertwined our fingers until she was helpless to me. I had her pinned, my ankle keeping hers flat on the bed, as she began to awaken beneath me.
"JJ?" She was already breathless. "What happened?"
"You came in your sleep, princess...had a nice little wet dream about me..." I could feel the heat from her blush on my forehead as I kissed her shoulder.
"I did?" You nodded.
"Made quite a little mess, too..."
"Ah...JJ..." She winced as I kept her flat. I was certain after how she'd come before falling asleep on my arms that she was still sore. And having come a handful of minutes prior, she was certain to be overstimulated. And I loved it. The pleas. The trembling. The way she spoke my name in desperation to stop, even as her body pulled for me to continue. Thankfully for her, and my own throbbing cock, I was never good at following directions.
"Don't worry sweetheart, you don't have to dream about it...I'll make it real..." I began a steady pace as she fought beneath me. But not to move or to stop, but to rival me. She wanted me deeper and she showed this in the way she would move against me. But my grip kept her still. It would show still in the way she spoke my name. That little whine that could annoy me when she complained about something first class was the same I craved in moments like this. Knowing I was both her savior and her tormentor.
"JJ..." She gasped as my thumb made teasing brushes over her clit.
"How many times have you had a dream like that? Waking up to soaked little panties?"
"Too often." I was slightly annoyed by this. All the times I could have made good on it as I intended to now. Well better late than never I suppose.
"All those ruined panties..." I scoffed into her shoulder. "When I can just ruin you myself..."
"Please...you do...so well..." I tightened both grips on her as my breath came to the shell of her ear.
"You always dream about me?"
"Every night..."
"What did I do?"
"This..." She confessed in relief before I retracted.
I was close. Too fucking close. I could come if she looked at me with those kind eyes beckoning me as the siren she could be. I wanted this to last. Even if I throbbed. Which happened to be a side effect to being with her.
I pinned her arms beside her head as I hovered over her, by chest intentionally breathing heavy to feel her nipples against me. Something so light had me needy to be inside her again. Not even the way she held onto me, which was enough to end me altogether.
"Did I take my time?" She shook her head "no".
"Was that because I wanted to come or because I wanted to make you?" I kissed her breasts as her fingers pulled through my hair.
"Please, JJ..." I raised my eyes at the perfect time to the two fingers teasing her entrance. Poor girl was drilling. Practically pouring out for me.
"You want my fingers, princess?"
"Two!" She gasped in desperation.
"Always so greedy-" but against my words, I obliged. One finger followed by the other as she stretched around me. Sultry and tight, just as she always was for me. No matter how many times I fucked her. She was always so fucking tight.
"I love how I can hear how badly you want me..." I explained as I relished the sounds made of my fingers and her excess. Not to mention the way her breath hitched when I came to that spot. The one that had her hands wrapped around my wrist.
"I'm not gonna last, JJ..."
"And who said I wanted you to?" I teased, dropping between her thighs and over her clit. She was soaked enough no spit was needed, but I loved the way her eyes rolled when I did. A single spurt and she was moaning uncontrollably beneath me.
"I'm so close, JJ-"
"You want them to hear back at The Chateau?"
"Wouldn't be the first time..." She reminded as I illuminated at the memory.
"Or the last..." I threaten sex as she arches her back.
"Right there!"
"Here?" I tease, slipping my hand just beneath where I knew could unbuckle her again in seconds. She attempted to move me back but I slip away.
"Stop edging me, JJ...please..."
"Not until you tell me what you dreamt of specifically, sweetheart. I wanna make all your dreams come true..."
"Then fuck me!" She belted as I paused for a moment, savoring in making her wait.
"Just like you did earlier. Harder. Deeper. Please, I'm so fucking desperate..." I planned to worsen this. I set myself between her legs however, her thighs clenching around me immediately. Fuck, she has that perfect vice I felt long after she was gone.
"Aren't you always?" I taunted as she whimpered and nodded.
"But I want to kiss you... everywhere...watching you squirm like that...moan like that...did something to me..."
"And I want that something inside of me, JJ...please..." But I wanted to torment her. I offered one finger, a handful of pumps, and a retraction. Two fingers, bending them to her g-spot and kissing her breasts, before pulling back again. I released this, taking occupancy over her nipples and clit as she shook beneath me. All until I knew one more stroke of my tongue would be her undoing.
"Say it again." She was exhausted before I was even inside of her on my final brigade of thrusts. Poor thing thought it would end this way.
I align myself to her sex. So fucking wet I could slide so easily. The thought making me flex.
"Fuck me, JJ...please..." She was weak but needy as her fingers to my shoulders validated this. And finally, our mutual torment was over.
"It's too much!" She cried out beneath me as I kissed her softly.
"You can do it, sweetheart. You always do. So fucking good for me..." It was difficult to speak with how she felt wrapped around me. But I needed to commend her. But then again, not enough words, or at least none I knew, could explain how I felt with her.
"JJ...I can feel it..." But somehow it wasn't enough. Knowing she was close, I needed her closed. Deeper. Harder. Just as she asked for. I pulled her knees to her chest and kept myself in this angle over her. The bed pounding into the wall as I wrapped my hand over the headboard, but it only sent it harder into the foundation.
"Can you still feel me, princess?" She was silent, her lips pulled apart as no sound emerged. And I knew the look well. She wasn't just coming, she was squirting. Her gasps returning as she coated me, our mutual thighs, the sheets, and I still needed more.
"Keep coming for me, baby..."
"I can't..."
"One more time...I know you can do it...just one more for me..." She complied, fighting the jolts made of her body as I climbed to my high within her.
Something erupted between us. Her or me, I couldn't dispute or claim. But the sheets were a mess along with our bodies. Claw marks and bruises would be left in the exchange as I kept her beneath me. Heaven on earth for only a moment before hellfire consumed me as my eyes opened to find her exasperated.
Even after this, I still wanted more.
And I would get it.
Just maybe after some sleep. As long as she didn't clench me like that again...
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Star-crossed. Lo'ak x f!human!reader pt.1
I know that literally nobody asked for this, but I've noticed a disturbing lack of Lo'ak fics out there, so I've decided to give my input. I've had a story in mind for a while now, and I needed to get it out there. It will be a reader insert to make it more accessible, but it's somewhat based around an original f!character, so I apologize for that in advance if it gets too specific.
WARNINGS: Lo'ak is 20 years old in this and so is the reader, I do not write about minor characters. There will be eventual mature themes in this so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK.
For everyone else, if you like my writing, please let me know if you want to be on the tag list for future installments and SEND ME REQUESTS (head canons, imagines, sfw/nsfw, ecc.) ! I love that shit.
words: around 1.200
summary: reader is a human left behind on pandora, she grew up with the remaining humans who'd been aloud to stay on the planet after the war and has been friends with the Sully clan her entire life. She and Lo'ak were best friends until he began to pull away from her in their teen years for seemingly no reason. This story is about them reconnecting on the day of her twentieth birthday, and dealing with the feelings they have for each other and the obstacles that come with them being from two different worlds.
TW for this chapter: angst, smoking (don't do it, ever), brief mentions of alcohol, brief mention of war and death, brief mention of child birth, reader can breathe on pandora.
Y/n looked at the 'birthday cake' made out of cookie rations that Norm and Max had made for her. No matter how many years would pass, her dads always knew how to get creative.
"I'm twenty years old, you guys don't have to keep throwing me a birthday party." She reprimanded them softly, though her heart was filled with joy. Y/n was so thankful to have people in her life who cared enough to make her day special every single year.
"Considering you spent most of your early existence tied to test tubes to stay alive, we're merely celebrating the scientific marvel your continued survival has been." Norm joked, raising a beer, and y/n shoved him, before blowing out the single candle that had been meticulously re-used each year. It was a wonder how there was any wax still left on it.
"What did the birthday girl wish for?" Max asked, reaching for a dried-up cookie and cringing slightly at the taste as he chewed on it slowly. "The whole point of a birthday wish is to keep it to myself... or it won't come true. Honestly, I question your two's knowledge of Earth's traditions." y/n shook her head, before taking a celebratory sip of alcohol.
Norm and Max left eventually, back to the main base. They were more than capable of piloting a helicopter those days, and y/n was all grown up. More than capable of living by herself. What once had been an avatar lab, smack dab in the middle of the forests of Pandora, had been converted into her home. Pandora's rapidly repopulating fauna had surprisingly left her residence alone, well... mostly. There were still some creatures who couldn't help but keep themselves away. And by creatures, she meant Spider. Y/n was also friends with actual people like Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk, and... Lo'ak. Truth be told, she didn't know whether or not she and Lo'ak were even friends anymore. They'd been thick as thieves for as long as she could remember, always getting him out of trouble and fixing him up after a scuffle with his siblings. But then, around her sixteenth birthday, he'd started pulling away, and y/n had never understood why. They'd had a big fight about it, bottom line, he hadn't wanted to be around her anymore and y/n had to accept it.
"Open up! It's fucking freezing out here!" Came Spider's loud voice followed by an incessant banging on the door that immediately pulled y/n out of her reverie. "Alright, alright..." she laughed a little as she went to let them all inside. The Sullys were always insisting on spending birthdays together, even though some of them were now getting too big to even fit inside her 'home'. Neteyam had to walk around with his back bent forward, and Kiri knocked over quite a few things before they made it to y/n's main living space, which was more or less Na've-proof. "Happy birthday!" Tuk hugged her and y/n struggled not to feel crushed by the embrace. Even the littlest Sully was now nearly as tall as her.
Y/n let them all inside, already giving them dirty looks at the sight of gifts. "I told you guys not to..."
She stayed on the doorstep a little longer, gazing out into the night, desperately hoping one last uninvited guest would turn up. She felt Neteyam's hand on her shoulder. "He's not coming. I tried to talk to him but he was being a skxawng as usual..." Y/n blushed, not really wanting Neteyam to know she was pining for his younger brother. "Oh, right! I was—just checking you were all here..." she closed the door and they both went back to join the others.
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"Alright come on, your mom is going to kill me if you get back late and I don't have enough space in here for all of you. Spider would have to sleep outside." Y/n teased, trying to let Tuk understand it was time to go. "Hey!" Spider protested at her lighthearted jab, but knew it was time for them to get going. Nobody wanted to get on Neytiri's bad side. Y/n hugged them all goodbye and thanked them for the presents: Tuk had made her a lovely drawing, and the others had collectively made her a rather beautiful necklace, which she immediately wore. Y/n waited on her doorstep till she could no longer hear the sounds of her friends chatting, and then proceeded to do two incredibly dangerous things: she sat outside of the protection of her bunker, all alone in the cold Pandora night air, and lit up a cigarette.
She'd discovered a terrifyingly endless supply of cigarette cartoons back at the base almost a year prior, and as soon as she'd tried her first one, she'd gotten addicted. Y/n hadn't told Norm or Max, of course, as it would have broken their hearts, especially because of how fragile she was. Y/n's mother had gone into labor in the aftermath of the battle for Pandora between the Na'vi and the Sky people. The soldier had lost her life giving birth, but her baby had survived, taking her first breath in the inhospitable Pandora air. Norm was convinced Eywa herself had kept her alive, had given her the ability to take in the air that hadn't previously failed to kill any other human. Sure, it had come at the price of being particularly fragile her entire life. And how was y/n repaying that gift? By cutting her miraculous existence short more and more each day. Thankfully, it was a while since she'd been used as a test rat, or had check ups of any sort. As far as the Sullys were concerned... they were way better off not even knowing what she was doing to herself.
A sudden rustling in the trees instantly made y/n alert and she didn't waste any time getting back inside. She showered, and shamefully hid her smokes somewhere her dads or the Sullys wouldn't look. When she had nothing else left to do, y/n forced herself to crawl into bed, placing a hand over her necklace. Her wish to see Lo'ak hadn't come true in the end, and while not surprising, it still hurt like hell.
"A pack of viperwolves? Seriously, Lo'ak?" Y/n groaned in frustration as she cleared her table for her best friend to lie on.
"I thought I could take them." He hissed as she doused him with disinfectant. "Yeah, well, you know human medical treatment hurts like a bitch, so it's either my way, or you're going to have to fess up to your parents about what you did." Y/n tried to sound cold, but she'd always been too soft on him.
When they were younger, and Lo'ak still hadn't grown to be double her size, they would often fall asleep together in her bed. "You don't have to keep doing this shit to prove something, you know?" She whispered to him one night, turning over to look at him and gently touch his face. "Your parents love you. And so do Neteyam, Kiri, Tuk and Spider. Lo'ak, I— we— don't want to lose you."
Y/n was almost asleep when a loud 'thud' coming from outside woke her. Something was moving on her roof, or rather, someone... Y/n didn't show whether she was dreaming or not as she looked out the window and locked eyes with Lo'ak, because the second she did, he seemed to slide off the top of her bucker, falling down into the grass below with a loud groan.
He'd probably just woken up half of the animals on Pandora.
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ann, mira, and usagi from Alice In Borderland can fuck me up but there's unfortunately little to no fanfics of them so i was wondering if you could perhaps do like a reaction to their darlings being in danger (or get hurt) while playing the games and what they would do to protect the reader
same bestie, I’m here to answer your prayers dw 🖤🖤
tw / trigger warning: yandere-ish, abuse, murder, slitting of throats
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𝐀𝐈𝐁 - 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫
Ann
If anyone dared put their hands on her darling, you best believe she'd kill them immediately. Another participant had tried to sacrifice you instead of himself, pushing you against the edge and she wasted no time running over there to save you.
Not an ounce of guilt would appear on her face as she'd slaughter them mercilessly, only thinking of you and your safety in that moment.
When you'd finally reunite again, Ann would carry a slight smirk on her face; half expecting you to come running into her arms with tears streaming down your face, thanking her over and over again for saving your life.
But of course you didn't, her darling was stupid.
'' Thank you '' you stammered out under your breath as you walked side by side with Ann.
She scoffed loudly, as if she wasn't sure if she had heard you quite right.
'' That's all you have to say? ''
Her steps came to a halt, irritation striking her beautiful features. After every grand gesture she had done for you - you were still oblivious to her feelings?
Cute
She scoffed again and then started walking, leaving your injured-self behind.
'' Wait for me! '' you cried out, regretting whatever thing you had done to piss her off.
You realised in that moment, that you needed her, wether you'd like to admit it or not. She seemed to always have your back, no matter what.
Mira
She always made sure that you'd be safe while participating in the games. It was unfair of course - somehow, you always seemed to survive, getting away with barely a few scratches while others weeped over the lost lives of their loved ones. It was almost as if the game-makers had favourites...
Once people started noticing this, they'd distance themselves from you. Mira didn't mind, it only meant less trouble for her as she wouldn't need to get as jealous now.
They hated your guts and nothing you did seemed to please them, even as you begged them to befriend you, they refused stubbornly.
When the next game rolled around, they weren't taking any chances. The theory had to be tested for itself - they were going to hurt the game-makers' favourite and see what would happen.
Their well thought out plan had been in motion for weeks, unbeknownst to Mira. She could only watch as the contestants surrounded you, alarm bells ringing in her ears as soon as you were out of her sight.
Mira left the monitoring room, the others' protests fell to deaf ears. She ran all the way over to the arena without stopping once and when she arrived she looked insane.
Sweat beads decorated her forehead, she was out of breath and her eyes bulged with rage.
The first to notice her backed away. They knew something was up from the way she carried herself and recognising her also meant she was someone important.
'' Y/n, darling? '' she called out, voice softening momentarily as she called out to you.
You were unresponsive and slumped over on the ground. She could see through the cracks of the people covering her that she was hurt.
They got their theory tested and it turned out it was correct - but was it really worth losing their lives over it?
The last thing they saw were the bloodthirsty and revengeful face of Mira as she slit their throats skillfully.
Usagi
You turned your head several times in both directions, eyes desperately searching for Usagi.
You needed her now more than ever, having been caught in a hidden trap during one of the games. If she didn't find you by luck, you'd likely die as there was no way of getting out on your own.
The teeth of the trap was digging into your skin, drawing blood any time you tried moving around. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes and you were starting to feel tired.
With the night fast approaching, you looked up and prayed for her to find you.
It seemed almost too good to be true as you heard footsteps not long after, hurriedly approaching the spot were you were laying.
'' Usagi? I'm here! '' you screamed, voice slightly hoarse.
Your eyes immediately widened when the runner turned the corner and came into your view - it wasn't her, but another player. An older male who seemed to smirk at your state, prodding you with his foot.
'' Ah, what a shame '' he ticked his tongue.
'' I was about to help, but I want to win so- ''
He erupted into a scream of horror as an ax hit him right in the middle of his head.
You flinched and hid yourself, scared that the person behind him would kill you too.
'' It's just me ''
You relaxed and released the breath you didn't know you were holding in, tears freely falling now as you looked at her with immense gratitude.
'' Thank you '' you cried, letting yourself be held in her arms as she kissed your head, looking as relieved as you were.
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December 26, 2023
I adjusted my shirt collar, it fit nicely, it looked nice. It was your typical business casual outfit. I tried to pretend like I wasn't stalling as I stared at the massive building, The Agency.
I took a deep breath and walked through the tinted glass doors. A secretary sat at the front, clicking through emails. I recognized her, Abigail, sometimes I'd bring donuts to work, I always let her get first pick. We didn't talk often but I've always respected her.
I cleared my throat, "Uhm, I'm here to get my license, may I speak with the man in charge?"
She didn't even look up from the screen. "Nope, I can put your name in if it's something important. If you want to get your license you'll have to take the exam after paying a fee and filling out some paperwork."
I sighed, thought something like this would happen. The man is always busy doing nothing. "Well can you tell Mr. M that Chad Harrison is alive and well and that Sunny-D is ready to get back to shining?"
Her head snapped up "Logan!? But you died!"
"Let's just say I got better." I smiled at her and she held her face in her hands. She was snickering but also sounded on the verge of tears.
"Just give me a second." She turned back towards her screen, pushed up her glasses and quickly emailed the boss.
We made small talk while waiting for a response the topic of kids came up eventually.
"I'm sorry we can stop talking about this if you want, I know what happened to your son..." She says apologetically and I quirked an eyebrow. What is she talking about? She's acting like he's dea-
Oh.
Ohh!
Of course she would think that! To them Bennett has been missing for 3 years and the police gave up on his case. Considering he was taken by the same people who killed me, it would only be logical to assume he's likely dead as well.
Now how do I go about explaining that my son is alive and well?
"Don't worry about it, Bennett's okay." I said carefully.
She gave an odd look, "But wasn't he...?" She trails off.
I haven't spoken to her much, I don't know if she's the type to run off and tell somebody what I did. I know she's a mother as well though, if anyone is a half decent parent they'd break the law for their kids. I gave her a serious expression.
"He was taken, not killed. I wasn't going to let my son be taken away from me." All I can do is hope she understands where I'm coming from.
She nodded once, an agreement to keep quiet between two parents. I sighed in relief. She perked up as she saw a new message in her inbox. It was him and it was about damn time as well.
"He says to send you right on up." She chirps, and I grinned.
Finally, my days of relying too heavily on others comes to an end. I can finally help my daughter find out who she is and provide for all my kids. Fucking finally!
Well...that is if the man will take me back...
I told her bye and that it was good to see her again before I made my way up to the elevator. I pressed the button to the top floor and then the close doors button. Deep breaths, Chad. Don't let your anticipation make you impatient.
I then realized I had been non-stop pressing the close doors button until they had finally shut. That's always a good sign.
I audibly groaned, I have too much energy. I have to be professional when I get up there. Stop! Pacing! In! The! Elevator!
I could have kissed the ground when I finally got out of that metal confining hell. I made my way to the back office, I saw a few people turning to others and whispering. Just say something if you want to say it! Ugh... I'm too riled up for this.
I put on a decent performance as I walked into the bosses office. "Hey! Christ, it's been forever!" I spoke to him like an old friend. Get him to remember why he liked having me around. Be nice, don't rock his shit again.
"I really can't believe you're alive, Mr. Harrison." He looked at me with the same awe and wonder as a child looking at an elephant in the zoo. It felt weird being looked at like an exhibit rather than a person.
"I can hardly believe it either, sir." I sat down in the seat across his desk.
"I take it you're ready to get into your old line of work?" He asked nonchalantly as he started filling out some paperwork he had on his desk. Maybe he was good at putting on a show of things too.
"Yes sir, if not for myself then for my kids." That was one thing I was completely serious about. Except I was partially doing this for Noir as well.
I'm tired of him risking getting arrested to provide for everyone. He says he doesn't care but I sure as hell do. I'm not going to see him behind bars as long as I'm alive.
"It's always been a bit of a mystery, Mr. Harrison. So if you don't mind me asking, what did happen to you that night?" He was just curious I'm sure. He doesn't really care what happened to me he just wants to know.
It was just me and Bennett, Noir had been out at an interview. I was watching his interview on TV, I always had taken a bit of pride in how far he had come. It was nice to watch him laugh and talk and answer questions. I wanted to know just as much as any viewer.
I heard something shatter, Bennett was crying. I stood up before I realized what I was doing. I began to run to his crib but I was stopped by a Blonde in the kitchen.
Fast. Fast. Fast.
Everything was going so fast. I was angry enough to kill them with my bare hands. No one was going to take my son from me. But they did. And I'll never forgive myself for letting it happen.
It was late, there wasn't much light to use. They got the jump on me and suddenly I'm lifted off the ground. I didn't have time to think about what had just happen. I look down and I'm bleeding like a fountain. A spike of earth jabbed through my stomach and then pulled out leaving me bleeding out on the ground.
"Th- That smarts." I grimaced and tried to pull myself back up.
I couldn't stand.
I couldn't stand.
I remember trying to crawl, with what strength I had in my arms I wanted to at least make an effort to save him. "Bennett! Don't worry buddy I-I I'll get you!" A boot into exposed flesh and I can hardly breathe.
They picked me up by the collar and grinned at me. "Thanks for babysitting but he's ours now." They dropped me back on the floor. I grasped at the gaping hole in my stomach and I wheezed. Behind her was Noir, in a stunned silence.
They left and Noir ran over to me. He was hysterical and I couldn't blame him. I tried to comfort him, tell him how much I cared with what little I had left in me. Blood loss makes your brain think in strange ways because I do remember thinking about how handsome he looked. I was bleeding out, I should have been thinking about that.
I could see the guilt and panic in his eyes, tears threatening to fall down his cheeks. My vision was slowly going dim and black around the edges. Dying. I was dying.
It felt odd but sorta nice. Every bit of me was shutting down, losing my last bits of control. It was cold and warm at the same time. I could feel Noir's arms around me. I just wanted them to be okay. That was my family as far as I was concerned.
"Harrison."
Then it was all gone. Black, deep nothingness, feeling like I was swimming through an endless pool only to resurface three years later. Gasping awake in–
"Harrison!"
"Ah- Sorry. You were saying?" It happened again, those moments I get so lost in thought I lose sight of what's going on around me. Happened a lot after my parents died. I mean I watched them get blown up. That was definitely not the McDonald's they promised.
"What happened to you? Who killed you?" He pried. I hate this guy so much.
"It was.." I remembered what me and Noir talked about but still I didn't want to say it. "It was Noir... my old sidekick, yah'know? And the Belle's were with him too." It made my stomach churn just saying.
Noir is so sweet, he's hardly a villain. How could anyone be so stupid as to believe he would do something like that?! Fuck them, seriously. As a friend he was always doing some weird thing to help me out and as a partner he's been the most affectionate person I've ever been with.
How many people tell you you're their favorite person every night before you go to sleep?! Or! Or! Tackle hug you everytime you get home and threaten to kill anyone who harms you? Has anyone ever told you that even if the mask is hard to take off they'll always see who's underneath it? Hmmmm???? Don't think so.
He's a wonderful person, he just has a hard time realizing it.
"Ah... I see. That's what the everyone suspected. He made quite the show of 'trying to find the real killer.' Honestly though I don't know why if he was just going to revert right back to villainy."
You need your job, Chad. You have kids, Chad, you need your job.
"That's precisely why I need my job back. I want to be his nemesis and of course money never hurt anybody."
He gave a small chuckle, good.
"We never exactly fired you. We'll have to figure out the logistics but we'd be happy to work with, Sunny-D again." He gave a wink. I could vomit on his face.
"Sounds great, can't wait to be back on the field."
January 14, 2024
I walked out to the mailbox. I wasn't wearing anything special, just some shorts and a T-shirt. It was cold out but not bad. Noir begged me to put on a jacket, even offered me his cloak, but I was only going to be out for a minute or so.
I grabbed a few envelopes, a newspaper (who still reads those?), and a magazine. Walked back in, it was nice and warm. A bit warm for my liking but Noir was cold blooded or something so I didn't mess with the temperature.
"I came back alive!" I called out. I thought it was funny, he didn't.
"Oh shut up." Noir emerged from wherever the hell he was. You could never tell with him, I wouldn't be surprised if I found him hanging upside-down on the ceiling. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done it anyways.
"I don't mean anything by it, love." I set the mail down on whatever was closest to me and gave him a hug.
"I know..." He murmured quietly as he rest his head on my shoulder. "I just don't like thinking about it."
"I'm sorry, I just– I cope through humor." I tried to explain. I should really be more thoughtful. "I'll try not to do it again." I kissed him on the cheek – it always felt nice to be able to do that. "But hey, I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere. You're going to have to kil–" I cleared my throat. "politely and democratically send me away if you ever want to get rid of me."
He gave a small laugh. "See! It is funny sometimes." I said with a grin.
"Stoppp!" I knew it was half heartedly said though.
I picked him up and he laughed and kicked around as I spinned him in the air. "Put me down you scandal!" He softly hit me on the arms.
"As you wish, my lord." I then proceeded to toss him on the couch. He screamed, more out of amusement than terror. I pounced on him and tickled him until he was weeping and yelling mercy.
Bennett and Cresent peaked around the corner in a bit of fright, I suppose Goon was used to this stuff already.
"What is you doin' to him, Daddy?" Bennett asked, it occurred to me that this might look a bit odd from an outside perspective. To a child it might look like I was doing something dangerous but to an adult...
"Torture!" Noir exclaimed dramatically.
Bennett gasped and I waved my arms in defense. "No! No. There's no torture going on here."
"I think they were just tickling each other." Cresent says, calmly.
"Yes! Thank you, it was just that." I sighed with relief. I'm so grateful that kid has an ounce of sense.
"What's tickling?" Bennett made a weird expression and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Essentially torture." Noir said, that little bastard!
Bennett gasped again and Cresent shook her head.
"No it's not, he's just being dramatic as usual." I explained with a groan.
Cresent took my side but a bit more politely. Regardless of who was correct though, somehow, Noir managed to convince the kids to all tackle and tickle me.
It was hell, in a really fun way. Goon ended up joining in on the chaos too. It was nice to be there with my family even if I couldn't breathe 90% of the time. After a while they all left me alone so I could catch my breath.
I couldn't quite remember where I had set the mail. I knew I had set it somewhere but I didn't really pay attention to where. After a while of searching, I finally asked Noir who pointed to where it was, in obviously plain sight. I faced palmed but thanked him and he laughed at me.
I picked it up and sorted through it. Not important, not important, magazine, newspaper, not impo- wait that's from the agency.
I ripped it open and there it was, an official document and my license down at the bottom. Work starts the week after next.
Yes!
YES!
"Cresent!" I called out for the girl, she'd want to see this for certain.
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hello Meiri... It has come to my knowledge (saw your tweet about it. on the saturday account) that you at least in some way enjoy what I imagine is girl burakhovsky (burakhovskaya?), which led me to wonder... Do you ever think about girl peterstakh as well? (Petrastakh? I wouldn't even know.) And if you don't, why not? (Asking not because I feel like you should or anything, but just out of curiosity) / And if you do, well... thoughts? Please? what are the thoughts
good #evening meirination and happy mabon... now... i'm an enjoyer of many things but before anything i'm a #consideror and i do consider woman burakhovsky (burakhovskaya) indeed (also mentioned it here for those. not in the know about the saturday account). i've seen a multitude of it around and while many iterations i kinda don't fuck wit personally because i don't think they'd be that feminine (sorry. butchakovskaya sweep i guess) it's in my brain. i'll say it is yes.
now petrastakh. you know yourself i have considered it. i'm considering it rn. between us and the 3,000 other people who might come across it i considered it yesterday even while writing notes on my phone.
now for the petrastakh, same as for the burakhovskaya, it's a matter of: the same but women now. petra is still as unhinged, still has unhinged of a sister who gets in her business, still sniffs out stanislava (grieving and mad) at the bar to tiptoe to her and be like Has anyone ever painted you. would you be interested in being painted [PSLR events]. stanislava still wants to be artemis' sister, or artemis herself, and have her place as a doctor in this town. etc. petra still killed or had her sister kill an architectural rival (sad! well there will be other architects). petra still came back from being taken by the army to stanislava's apartment naked and covered in blood (if you in the saturday account. you've seen this scene).
you know this?
^ i've used it for peter. made it say "all architects are bi [...]". well know that's petra. no need to change anything. also she still has her unibrow and her plunging V neckline shirts. i know how stanislava feels. i've been here.
now. now listen. i know stanislava has her problems & issues and i think she's shy (not in a 🥺😔👉👈 way. but in a 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 way) about being painted. now peterstakh? the normalverse ones? rubin gets painted naked. right. no he does. i'm writing it. he's shy (in the 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 way) about it. but then he discovers a whole new world of. shan't even say. relating to oneself and to another. that happens to stanislava. no it does. i'm seeing it.
not many thoughts rn. except this one.
this is how petra stares at stasia while she waits for her to sit comfortably so she can talk to her about gustave courbet's L'Origine Du Monde :
#petrastasia#<- making it a tag that's different enough from the usual peterstakh so it's easier to differentiate the two#(as i think ''petrastakh'' looks close enough to the original that i think it's easier to overlook & i don't want people thinking that's#just a typo. also that way it's easier to blacklist as a tag if you dgaf lol)#ring ring (anonymous)#weirdest yuri. i'm seeing it.#idk how much you seen of Saturday Account but just take any peterstakh image i have on there make them women.#hell even images i have on here. women now.#the blood and the spit and all. who said that?
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Summary: Melanie and Oscar are supposed to be just friends with benefits but Oscar has a slight issue with her going on dates.
Word count: 1.4k
Warnings: swearing
side note: This was originally long asf but I split it so...
also, I apologize for any incorrect Spanish words my brother's girl is teaching me so I thought I'd try my skills lol
Melanie was infuriated and even then she wasn't sure if that described the anger that rushed through her veins. Her weekend plans were in motion, she had a date tonight that she was excited about considering she was basically a parent to her own sister she had little to no free time for herself, so when her sister went out of town to their aunt's house for the weekend she was ready to let loose.
Melanie had begun talking to someone not too long ago, someone who was sweet to her, who she liked and was hoping to start a relationship with but her fantasy world came crashing down when he got involved.
"I could fucking strangle you!" She screamed.
The night had gone great, her date picked her up, brought her flowers, and they drove off to their reservations-- the food was lovely, the conversation was flowing and neither of them wanted the night to end so they decided to go for a walk around a nearby park. Little did the young lady know there was someone keeping eye on her the whole night, a predator watching his prey.
Oscar chuckled closing the door.
"Why is that shit funny to you Diaz!? I can't even have a good night without your bullshit!"
Oscar, aka Spooky, and Melanie's relationship was complicated to most even herself would wonder all the what if's after their multiple interactions. But that's all they were. Interactions. She'd found herself caught up in his bed or his in hers when her sister went to sleep, sometimes they'd just talk or cuddle and fall asleep but for the majority, they'd go at it like rabbits. Her friends often teased her how that dick had her sprung off him but she'd deny it til the dogs come home.
Melanie had figured that nothing romantic would ever happen between them so she decided to branch out and find herself someone stable enough and this guy seemed like the one, but that was clearly over now.
Once they arrived at the park her date noticed someone was following them, he nudged her notifying her of the tall brooding man behind them but she let out a long sigh when she realized it was Oscar. She told him to ignore him and that he wouldn't do anything but another man was walking in their direction though she recognized him too, Sad Eyes.
The two did their best to intimidate her partner and it worked, he told her he'd call her another time but they both knew that was a lie. And now it felt like she was back at square one.
Oscar shuffled to the couch grabbing the remote and flipping through channels while she paced back and forth cursing him out in Spanish. "Ay! Pendejo! Hijo de puta! Te odio!"
"No, you don't." He confidently said. "I do actually." She stomped off to her room to remove the clothes she had on, slipping off her heels and resting them next to her full-length mirror, next to go was her jewelry she placed every piece back where she got it. "Stupid motherfucker." She mumbled under her breath.
Melanie whined trying to reach for her zipper, it was already a miracle that she got it to go up now she was struggling to get it down. Heavy footsteps soon entered her bedroom and cold hands ran down her exposed back. She looked up at the young man through their reflection. "Just unzip, stop being annoying."
Oscar found it amusing when he ruined her potential dates, the way she'd get so angry after, knowing they'd be back to their own games. It was a sick and probably twisted thing to think and do but it is what it is in his opinion.
His eyes ran down her skin examining the tattoo that covered her spine, his favourite thing to look at when he was behind— well aside from seeing the way her ass recoiled every time their hips collided. He slowly and carefully unzipped her dress, his hands exploring her waist and shimmying up her torso just under her breasts, she didn't protest nor did she want to.
Spooky was that forbidden fruit that God told Eve not to touch, she couldn't get enough of him, he knew her body like a fat kid knows what time the ice cream truck was coming. He knew what made her whimper, her toes crack, her body twist— the spots on her skin that made her giggle, knew all the right things to say and do. She cursed herself for falling for him knowing this was just supposed to be a quick fuck.
The hair on his chin tickled her shoulder when he rested his head in the crook of her neck, soft lips contacting with her skin, chest pressed against her back. He glanced up at the mirror. "I'm still mad at you." She whispered fighting hell and high waters not to moan.
"Mmm, I'm sorry baby."
Melanie rolled her eyes. "Stop calling me that."
Oscar hesitated. "What do you prefer? Mi Amor? Mamita? Chiquita?" He smirked returning to her neck.
"Why do you do this to me?" A rhetorical question but she would've loved an answer. Why did he like to call her all these pet names, cuddle with her, give her forehead kisses and all the cute foolishness but wasn't going to cuff her?
He slowly pulled down her dress kissing along her naked skin, down to the back of her thighs, he looked up noticing she really wasn't here— physically she was but her head in the clouds. "I'm not in the mood Spooky."
He closed his eyes and sighed, he lowkey hated when she called him by his street name. Melanie removed herself from his hold in search of her pyjamas, he watched her put on her night clothes and grab her makeup wipes venturing off to her bathroom.
"What's wrong?"
Was he serious?
"Are you smoking too much weed or something? You ruined my date because you're fucking selfish."
Oscar leaned against the bathroom wall. "I don't get you," she continued. "Yeah okay at the start we both knew we were just fucking, but the sappy shit you do with me, you spend the night, you'll stay the morning sometimes, you show up to my work just to say hi, I mean what is all of that Spooky?"
Oscar wasn't a person who really expressed how he felt, in a way, it was humiliating being vulnerable he didn't want to be shut down and rejected for it, so he just didn't bother with it. However, being with Melanie was definitely a change. He smiled whenever her name popped up on his phone, the long-lasting FaceTime calls, the sweet messages he'd get from her saying she was thinking about him, they'd formed some sort of bond over the few months and he enjoyed it.
But he didn't have an answer for her. Well, he didn't want to answer her.
"That's what the fuck I thought."
Oscar grumbled. "It's really not that serious Mel."
"It is serious. You are a fucking problem Oscar, you don't want to date me, YOU KNOW you don't want to date me and that's fine, that's not my issue, my issue is that you seem like you don't want to share me."
He didn't.
She resumed. "If you're not going to claim me, or date me, then I'm not going to be pinned to you. It's nothing wrong with me seeing what's out there. This is not the first time you've ruined a date and I doubt it'd be the last."
Oscar was starting to feel guilty about his actions, the irritation in her voice was starting to get to him and he knew she was serious about what she was saying. Melanie didn't beat around the bush like the rest, she didn't care who you were if you were the Queen of England or the King of the streets, she'd let you know what she thought of you good or bad. She brushed past him walking down the hall back to the living room.
"You should go, I have work tomorrow."
He didn't like that dry, plain and simple tone. "Mel, come on man."
"Goodnight Oscar." She coldly responded not even looking at him when she said, he sucked his teeth and left her house she flinched hearing the door slam. She was over it tonight, completely, and utterly over it.
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I can’t remember if I have re-sent my ask: would you be able to also describe the day when Lexa in AWTR breathed her last?
She goes on a Sunday.
And Clarke feels like there's something poetic in that. Feels that's exactly how it should be, if it had to be.
She's never been one for church stuff or believing in fate and all the like, but... everything with Lexa has made her want to believe. And Lexa passing on her favorite day of the week isn't any different.
Who even has a favorite day of the week? Lexa, apparently. Because "it's the day for family, love," she'd said from where her head had rested on Clarke's chest. "The day to go sing to the babies at church and eat a breakfast so big it sorta also counts as lunch. It's the day to take naps together while the breeze pulls in the smell of laundry drying on the line. The perfect day to hide away and snuggle and read books... Sunday's are the best days out of them all."
Clarke had taken her words as gospel.
So it... it makes sense. In the grand scheme of things it really does. And it hadn't been a surpise exactly. They'd known it was coming. She'd known the time was coming. Had felt this awful inevitability growing inside her the entire month. She'd found herself sitting at Lexa's bedside and feeling the words hang just on the tip of her tongue. But even through all that, she hadn't been ready. Not really. Not when the actual moment had come.
Because it had just been so...
So goddamn quiet.
Like it wasn't the exact moment when the entire world had smashed to the ground and everything that meant anything to her had fallen apart.
The day had been so nice. Sunny and cool for the early nip of Spring. She had a crick in her neck from having fallen asleep next to Lexa kinda funny, bent at odd angles to avoid all the leads and wires. But she didn't mind it at all. Had slept better than she had in awhile.
Because it'd been hopeful. She'd been hopeful. Because Lexa had seemed to be doing so good the day before. Had seemed brighter and more like herself than she had in weeks. It was amazing, so fucking amazing to have her back like that again, as wonderful and clever as ever. And she hadn't understood, Clarke hadn't understood at all, why the sight of a smiling and lively looking Lexa had made her mother go so suddenly pale...
But she had listened when Abby had told her to stay put, to keep an eye on Lexa for her while she took care of everything else. They'd spent the night tucked together in Lexa's bed, Lexa's head once again on her chest while she read to her until she'd fallen asleep.
And then morning came, and Lexa was not the Lexa from yesterday.
It almost felt like a cruel joke.
But Clarke settled back into the routine, fully prepared for more weeks of helping her wife in her weakened state. She was good at it by now, the whole taking care of her and anticipating her every need. The morning passed as usual, with her reading just quiet enough for them both to hear while Lexa slept in a haze of morphine dripped dreams. She held Lexa's perfect but perpetually chilly hand and used her patented thumb'n'nose technique to turn the pages as needed. She moistened those plump lips with ice cubes to keep her girl nice and comfy, and smooched them right after to warm them back up too.
She kissed Lexa's cheeks, her nose, her temple. Breathed in lungfuls of the scent of that beautiful hair. And she did what Abby had told her to do should she ever get the feeling, despite hating every single word of it. But she had, because this what she'd signed on to do. So she whispered over and over again how much she loved Lexa, and that everything would be ok. That it was ok if her fight really was over. That it was ok to let go whenever she was ready, because she was right here every step of the way. She whispered her vows all over again because she meant them as much now as she did the day she had married her, and that she'd keep them locked inside her heart forever.
And in a quiet moment when Clarke took a break between chapters 12 and 13, Lexa must've listen to her, and peacefully went.
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jim on a monday
jim came to annie's office. he was literally in the waiting room. she looked at the little monitor and laughed. and then she took off most of her clothes and went to the door in a bra and panties. jim came in.
they fucked on her desk and couch -- no foreplay, not much anyway, just a little touching. in the moments before jim first pushed inside her -- annie was bent over her desk, palms on her calendar, panties around her thighs -- she thought about julia. what was she doing?
"you have such a great cock," she gasped.
"you're so tight," he told her.
they finished on the couch -- him inside her, annie on top, bra still on.
"dr. larry was full of it," jim said as he pulled his boxers on.
"right?" annie smiled. she was wiping jim's cum out of her pussy and thinking of julia again.
"i'd say we should do it again but i want to save some for julia," he said, a little tenderly, little hint of regret.
"good boy," annie said. and he left. she wondered if that would happen again. she hoped it wouldn't, but knew that it would.
she went to carlos's office that afternoon and wondered where to start. she started with jim.
"this is out of character for you," carlos observed. "cheating, first of all, and targeting julia, second of all."
"targeting is a loaded word," annie pointed out.
"yeah ok, sure. but are there problems between you two?"
"no," annie said.
"so it's about ryan, and julia is just collateral damage."
"is it about ryan?" annie asked.
"i think you've got a case of "is this all there is?"-itis," carlos said. "kinda common in women as they approach thirty."
"watch it," annie said. "i'm not even 28."
"okay, okay," he said. "you said you had a second thing to tell me about. maybe the cases are related."
"oh, you think so, fuckin' sherlock?" annie said.
"annie, don't be an asshole," carlos said.
she told him about ted. he raised his eyebrows a few times, but ultimately made no conclusions about it. he didn't tell her she was unethical, even though she knew she was. she wondered why.
"i also consciously exposed my bush to my dad this weekend, that's a third thing."
that made carlos laugh. "so you're a fucking mess, is what you're telling me?"
annie sighed. "yes. help me carlos. how would you fix me?"
"maybe glue your pussy shut?" he joked.
"thanks," annie said.
"honestly though do you masturbate every morning? might help keep your head clear."
"i can try that," she said. "do you do that?"
"yeah," he said.
"do you need any help?"
"our hour is up," he told her.
annie went home, and bored, prepped her asshole for sex. she told ryan "come over and fuck my ass." he appeared shortly thereafter.
as they fucked, ryan took a few pictures of his cock in her ass, and after he'd cum on her back. she asked him to send her the pictures, so he did. then he went home. annie took jim's email from her professional inbox and emailed him from her personal one. "did you give julia a good time too?" she asked, attaching a picture of ryan's cock in her asshole and another of his cum on her ass and back.
his response came a few minutes later -- pictures of his cock in julia's pussy. she still had the same fussy, trimmed bush as she had when they'd hooked up. "julia looks so hot with your cock in her," she replied. "i'm going to masturbate."
"film it for me," he replied.
annie had never recorded herself masturbating before -- she was more of a posed nude taker. she was fond of snapping shots of her tits in dressing rooms and sending them to ryan, for instance. for an hour, she experimented with lighting, and various states of undress, eventually opting for a fairly demure thin tank top and thong -- one that was small enough to show glimpses of herself here and there as she worked. she was surprised how quickly and easily she made herself cum while staring at herself in the phone screen. it felt a little conceited. she chalked it up instead to all the prep she'd done for the video, she'd been so horny the entire time. patiently, she clipped out the best 30 seconds of the video, emailed it to jim, and then fell asleep.
her dad woke her up on tuesday morning -- he had brought doughnuts and coffee. annie was out in her kitchen chatting with for a few minutes before even really remembering she was in a threadbare white tank top and a stretched out thong. trying to own her confidence, she peed with the door open and came back without the thong, chatting bottomless as she strolled to her room to grab PJ shorts. her dad had a tendency of just hanging around her apartment, which was usually fine, but annie had a slowly growing awareness that she was running late. eventually, still just chatting with him, she got naked and hopped into the shower and emerged a few moments later with a towel. he was watching as she got dressed, and annie internally mocked herself for picking a pair of pure clean white cotton panties because he was witnessing her.
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Micro (or not) BL Reviews
It's that time again. Seeing as how a couple of things have ended recently and I let my obsession with a certain drama sort of take over everything else of late, I dedicated this week to catching up on all the things I've been missing and doing a quick round up (or not so quick, as it's me).
So let's get started, shall we?
Recently Completed
Stay By My Side - Oh Taiwan. I just love you. I think we had like eighteen "fall into you" moments in the first three episodes alone. The premise was fun - it reminded me a lot of Master's Sun, but the execution of course is totally different. The leads were cute. The chemistry was chemistrying. I loved the sister and that basketball boys. It was mostly fluff, which I am not complaining about because I love me some fluff. That said, I don't think it did anything particularly revolutionary and it never really did manage to grab me. 7.5/10
Wedding Plan - A MAME offering, but…not bad? I mean, not great either, although I will put up with a lot for the premise because I eat shit like that up, but I've seen way worse from MAME. However, it's not going to become a guilty pleasure show like LITA or an unexpected comfort show despite myself (at least the AePete parts) like Love by Chance. It was fine.
Things I really did like: Nuea's family and his workmates (I loved how fiercely both sets of people stood by and supported him through everything from his huge mistake in sleeping with the groom to running back home to deal with it to basically adopting Lom into the group when they worked it out ("we have a new brother in law"). The lesbians - I could have used a bit more heat but I'll take it for now. Let's work on normalizing GL in our BL (frankly I'd love it if we started doing more of that and less of the token straight couple or three)! Was a little annoyed by how they had to fix everything but I won't pretend that the bits with them in episode 6 didn't get to me - I may have teared up a little when Marine was being treated so horribly by Yiwa's mother - that whole thing was so upsetting on a number of levels. And I was happy for them that they could afford to run away to their own happy ending. Also the gag of Lom pretending to be devastated when he was anything but was kinda funny, I will give the show that. And I did like the way that Lom's mom came around - realizing with time that losing her son the same way Yiwa's mother lost her could be a very real result if she kept being rigid. I also liked that she didn't just suddenly become a PFLAG member (or whatever the equivalent would be here) but simply told her son that she would work on it, because that felt more realistic.
The show also got me with how fucking lonely it must have been for both Lom and Yiwa, to know that they were gay and that they could never say anything, and how overwhelming and relieving it must have been to find someone who understood in each other. No fucking wonder they'd do anything for each other. I would have too, if I'd had someone like that growing up.
So yeah. It was fine. I mostly had a good time, even if I got a little bored once or twice. Frankly when it comes to MAME, being a little bored is preferable to feeling like the top of my head is about to come off because I'm so annoyed. Final verdict 7/10
Jun & Jun - Korea keeps making office BLs and I will continue watching them until the end of time. Especially if they keep on serving good kiss while they do it. And this one had bonus scent kink! I honestly don't know what's gotten into Korea lately but I am very much here for it.
This was a fun little office BL. I liked how flirty it was from the get go, the way that both Juns danced around each other with the full knowledge that they were flirting. The intern group was fun, too. I really enjoyed the boyfriend episode at the end.
Everyone was very cute in this, but Simeon was my utter favorite. He totally stole the show for me. Him and Young. Young especially was a surprise, since she drove me bonkers when she first showed up. But she grew on me. I liked how fast she decided to embrace Lee Jun, and her and Choi Jun's friendship was cute.
I shipped Simeon and Hyung Hyun Jae too. Hard.
All in all this was cute, even if it didn’t manage to grip me as hard as I hoped. Like I said before, I'm not sure what's gotten into Korea lately but I hope it continues. 8/10.
Laws of Attraction - When I first saw the trailer for this, I decided to skip it. The leads were attractive enough but to be honest it seemed kinda poorly made and like it didn't know what it was going to do with itself. And I was feeling surly and judgmental and decided that it just wasn't for me. Also it was on iQIYI and I had no interest in signing up for another subscription.
But then I saw someone had stuck it on youtube and I was bored one Saturday an there were a few eps already out, so I thought, eh, why not?
And I've not regretted it for a moment. I loved this show so much my god. Even when OF started (and you all know how much I obsess about OF) this was still the thing I looked forward to most on Saturdays. I adored Charn and his shark smile from moment one, and that adoration did not cease throughout the entirety of the show's run. His character development was by far the best on the show, and I loved the slow, stumbling way he regained the person he used to be, while still keeping the ruthlessness of the man he allowed anger and bitterness to let him become (up to a point). I loved that the show began and ended with his shark smile, but for very different reasons. And he and Tinn were adorable.
I appreciated them banging the marriage equality drum, too, and especially Charn's very pragmatic reasons for wanting it to be legal (as a lawyer, he would think like that, and I appreciate that the show kept him in character even when he was sappy). I also loved his wedding jacket I want four.
I also loved Tinn, and I have to give credit to Jam for the way he portrayed him. While Film totally ate as Charn I do think that in some ways a character like Tinn is harder to portray, because it would be very very easy for him to become preachy because of his morality and rigid sense of justice. But Jam played him with enough nuance that he never slid into that for me - he was willing to occasionally be at least slightly underhanded when the situation called for it, and while he expected Charn to be better (and read him to filth when he caught him out lying to and manipulating him), he thankfully also seemed to understand the fine art of compromise. Plus he's really pretty. Both of them are really pretty.
But the thing that I never expected was just how hard I turned around on Thaenthai. He drove me absolutely bonkers for the first few eps, and I was loudly annoyed by the fact that after about ep three (if not sooner), it became clear that he was not the one who had hit Tonkhao but that he was being made to take the blame. It felt to me like the show wanted me to excuse how vile he was (acting like Tonkhao's death was nothing, beating the crap out of Tinn when he was already tied up and helpless, just generally acting like a spoiled, entitled, horrible shitstain of a human being) because his father beat him. And while that was horrifying and I wanted him to get the hell out of there as soon as possible I still felt that a worm is a worm is a worm, even if the worm's father happens to be worse.
But then the show went and did something I did not expect it to do: it didn't just tell us that Thaenthai was lashing out because he was caught in a desperate limbo of wanting to run away from his and wanting to please him, but it went and did the work to show it. I started turning around on him after he found out about the gardener his father used as a scapegoat once things started getting heated, because we finally got to catch him before he had time to put on his mask. And it just kept coming, because now we knew what to look for. He's still an ass for beating the shit out of Tinn when he was tied up though, lol.
Another thing I really loved that this sow did with him was show him loving his dad in spite of everything. This man beat him, nearly drowned him, let him take the blame for a murder he did, tried to kill the only person Thaenthai felt was really on his side (because I do think that the intent was always to kill Thee - I'm just not entirely sure why it didn't happen as soon as Thaenthai got on that plane. I guess because we needed a happier ending. I am not complaining), and told him to his face that he could never love him because he killed his mother, and yet Thaenthai still loved him, still wanted his attention and his respect and his love in return. And it just rang very painfully true to me. You don't stop loving your parents because they're shit, and humans for some reason tend to be wired to try harder for love that is hard to receive (or impossible, in this case). It did not surprise me that Thaentha tried to visit his father in prison, or that he was sad when he died. But neither did it surprise me that something in him seemed looser in those scenes as well, because even though he loved his dad there's a part of him that's glad he's gone.
I love stuff like this, because it's so complicated and realistic and it hurts in a way that only something that resonates with reality can. I ate it up.
Shout out as well to Not Vorarit, because he really did a good job with Thatthep. The way he slowly unraveled as the show went on was pitch perfect, every little nuance from his first intro as the shady but possibly not *that* shady "concerned" parent right up until that last scene with Charn where he's just a cackling monster. Kudos, you created an excellently detestable character. Watching him get his comeuppance was certainly a highlight of the show for me.
I was also really into the way that Tonkhao was very much a main character despite the fact that she died so early. One of the best strengths of this show was the way that it never let us forget what started this whole thing, it showed Tinn and Grandma grieving for their little girl, talking about her, missing her. Being reminded of her around every corner. They kept her in the forefront of our minds exactly the way that they should have, and I was delighted by it.
Other fun notables are himbo ex Nawin and Rose and Maya, our GL couple that I wish had gotten a little more screen time *as* a couple but either way were fabulous. I will love this show forever for introducing Nawin in the final hour and making him such a great combination of ridiculous and ruthless. And the way they let him breathe as a character - they really just stood back and were like "look at this ridiculous man stealing the show" and it was amazing. And Rose was just - she was such a good friend to Charn the whole way through, and both her and Maya's utter delight for him when he found Tinn (and them welcoming not only him but grandma into their little family so readily) warmed my cynical heart. And I will watch Sylvie Pavida in pretty much anything, I think.
All this raving and yet I still have to go with a final score of 9/10. I recommend this show, it's way better than I thought it would be, but there are some questionable choices made, the CGI and the fight scenes are laughable (the fire at Charn's office made me laugh so hard I had to pause), and they pulled out a guitar and sang not once, but twice. And they don't even have the excuse that one of them is supposed to be a singer. Also frankly nowadays every Thai show I watch I have to ask myself "did I enjoy this more than Moonlight Chicken?" which I only gave a 9.5, and for this one, the answer was no. So 9 it is, but a highly recommended 9. This was so much fun and it will be very missed on Saturdays.
Currently Watching
Be Mine Superstar - I really do not get why they have decided to give the doom eleventh episode to this drama. It makes such little sense from this couple, who are the least dramatic pairing possible. They should have just left the angst to Muang and the doc.
Speaking of which, I have been disappointed with that storyline. I feel like we went from nothing to boyfriends with no real development, and now that they're not boyfriends again we're supposed to care, and I just don't.
Also Title is really out here doing the most. My dude, can't you just bow the fuck out gracefully? Blergh him and the manger stuff is still really annoying. Kevin was a delight though. Even though that's one too many dudes thirsty for Ashi for my personal taste (although he is very pretty so I totally get it).
Hidden Agenda - I actually kind of loved how ridiculous the conflict between Joke and Zo wound up being. Oh sure, Pat helping Joke along was a betrayal of trust or whatever, but it just felt perfect for the kind of drama this is. I get the idea that it felt like a betrayal of trust, but I also don't really get how it was too much different from what Zo was trying to do with Nita. Whatever, I love my low stakes drama on Sundays, keep it coming Hidden Agenda.
Kiseki: Dear to Me - This show is doing what I wanted from Only Friends and giving me all the cameos. The way I yelled when I saw the two from history: make Our Days Count. I think my favorite is Ai Di - poor little ball of adoration and pettiness and jealousy. I adore him. Oh, and that scene in the spa was great - I loved how everyone was looking at everyone else while the episode's guest stars (HI, Be Loved in House I Do guys! Good to see you) side eyed the lot of 'em. Me too, my friends. Me too. They're all messy and in love with everyone else and I am here for this weird quadrangle.
The main couple has less of a chokehold on me, but I like our uptight, traumatized doctor to be. And okay, yes, it got me with his unwilling return to a solitary life after Ze Rui disappeared on him. My guess is we're gonna speed run to the imprisonment and amnesia in the synopsis, and I'm good with that. I hope the cameos continue, but even if they don't I'm really enjoying this.
Taikan Yoho / My Personal Weatherman - I saw this called live action yaoi and at first didn’t really believe it, but no. No, it really is. And I am *here* for it. I can't say it's my favorite thing airing right now but I'm enjoying it.
The Jungle - (not a BL, so I'm cheating here, ah well) I don't know who thought that what we needed was four entire episodes of Pine's manpain, but they were very wrong. At least for my money. On the bright side, August is gorgeous and Pat is killing it. The series has been uneven for me and I'm a little annoyed they apparently want to wrap up Pine's BS, Nathee and Florence, *and* address Hunter's backstory in just two eps. But eh, whatever, I was only ever really watching for the women and Mix and thankfully Hack and Irin gave me all the mess that was promised (and not really delivered on, unfortunately. Not that I wanted a bunch of assholes womanizing, but aside from freaking Pine everyone's stories wrapped up in a couple of episodes of mostly no mess at all).
Looking Forward To
23.5 - Come on GMMTV get this thing out already I want it. I have been patient but come oooooon. I had three highly anticipated dramas for this line up and this is the only one that hasn't been released yet and I want it. Gimme my GL.
Absolute Zero (Sep 27, iQiYI)- this is gonna hurt but at least I know it going in?
The Box (Sep 22, not sure about where) - Not a BL, but looks like a good time. Plus I'm interested to see Prem in a thriller - I think he'll do well.
I am also wondering what will replace the Monday/Tuesday hole The Jungle will leave when it stops airing or if they plan to do reruns.
And apparently we're getting the GMMTV 2024 lineup in Oct this year, which seems really early but maybe I'm wrong. I didn’t actually pay attention to the 2023 lineup until way after it came out so I can’t be trusted. *whispers* please let Midnight Museum have a season two, please let Midnight Museum have a season two.
#stay by my side#wedding plan#jun & jun#laws of attraction#be mine superstar#kiseki: dear to me#hidden agenda#taikan yoho#the jungle#23.5 the series#absolute zero#the box#midnight museum#my personal weatherman#not really micro micro bl reviews
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Raid
Adrian takes part in a WRU raid.
[pet safety masterpost]
Content / warning: BBU, frankly discussed noncon (by whumpers), implied forced prostitution, WRU things, reacquisition teams, biting, beating. It starts very fluffy, but most of this is in fact very much not.
Slowly, Adrian and Bea began to develop a routine. Marta helped, from a distance, sharing what she knew from years of safehouse work and adapting it to Adrian's reality.
Physical activities, she had recommended. Touch that is affectionate, yet not physical. Defining and defending boundaries for each of them.
It was a challenging journey for both of them, but Adrian found himself enjoying the ride.
Bea helped with and prepared cooking. She didn't have any words for it, and barely any memory, but there was definitely some physical memory to kitchen assistance - with the slight drawback, that that had been with full vision, as they'd learned the hard way when she'd seriously cut herself while chopping onions, and the ER had sent them off because they wouldn't treat pets.
From then on, there were weekly therapy sessions for Bea, a work therapist (WRU-licence for work with pets) visiting them at home and teaching her how to deal with her vision impairment.
Bea refused to leave the apartment without him, but he taught her how to order groceries via app and she took over that task, too.
And then, there was dancing.
Every day after Adrian came home from work, he'd put on a playlist and they'd dance in the small space of his living room for almost an hour. Bea was a great dancer - of course she was, he thought grimly, nobody came out of WRU's training who didn't have perfectly sensual movements and flexibility. But she also seemed to genuinely enjoy it.
They danced Salsa, New York style, and Bea took to it like a fish to water. When he was at work, she browsed YouTube playlists he'd set up for her to find new combinations or try out stylings and decorations, and after he had been the one to teach her for their first two or three sessions, the roles were quickly reversed and she became the teacher.
"That pet really does wonders on you," his colleague at work said. "Haven't gotten laid enough before, huh?"
"She's fantastic," Adrian would reply then, nonchalantly enough not to provoke any follow up questions, and he'd hate that it was true. He was better.
Happier.
Of course, this didn't last long.
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Adrian was just filing away the reports on his last uneventful inspection, humming the tune of a Salsa song, when his phone rang.
"Hey, Delgado," Kelly's voice was pressed. "Need you for a raid downtown. Illegal brothel, WRU pets involved. Police have requested a WRU team to deal with them. Dispatching three handlers and you. Departure in five. You'll answer to Grimm."
Grimm. The asshole who'd performed 'quality assurance' on Bea. It was even more sickening to imagine now, than it had been back then.
"Grimm and I aren't exactly-"
She cut him off. "You're both professionals, Adrian. He's the most senior employee on the team. Deal with it." She'd hung up, before he could add anything.
Cussing, Adrian grabbed his protective gear and jogged to the car park.
"PSI Delgado," Grimm greeted him, as he eased himself in the back of the van. "What an unpleasant surprise. I don't exactly need moral guidance to raid a house full of second hand Romantics."
"Seems our bosses think you do." Demonstratively, Adrian reached to his chest and turned on the body cam. "Pet Safety means to keep WRU property safe and well-kept. Would be a shame for the company if that weren't your highest prerogative."
Grimm clicked his tongue. "How's your own little whore anyway, eh? You keeping her safe and well-fucked? Or you defending your moral-superiority-slash-virginity against her?"
Adrian grabbed the handle over the door as the van went into a sharp curve. "What happens in my bedroom is none of your business."
"Ah, I see." He chuckled. "Nothing much, then. She's fun when you get her to scream, you know? Three fingers up the ass should do the job."
Adrian forced himself to remain calm. "What about the mission, Grimm?"
"Illegal brothel, bunch of whores with bar codes on their wrists. Police are coming in for the gangsters running it, need us to secure and seize the pets."
"How many?"
"Half dozen Romantics. Guard Dog or two." Grimm smirked. "My handlers and I will handle the Romantics, so you don't need to burden yourself with that depravity."
"Called the wife already, not to wait up," one of the other handlers chimed in. "Going to be a long night evaluating the products. We'll need to make sure they're still functional."
"While Delgado here can check if the Guard Dogs are still functional," Grimm added cheerfully. "Excellent team work."
"Truly." Adrian grinned at him darkly. "Always a pleasure working with other departments."
In his pocket, a burner phone was holding connection to his sister's, continuously sending his location data in the background.
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It was worse than he'd expected.
Somehow, it always was.
None of the Romantics were registered to the brothel's owners. Runaways, who had either been collected off the streets by criminals or even taken the job up by themselves, earning money by doing the one thing they thought they were good at.
All of them had one thing in common - they were terrified seeing the dark gray WRU uniforms.
Some of them folded into Respect position even without the command, crying and whimpering.
Some tried to make a run for it.
Like the young man Adrian was pinning to the wall right now, barely twenty, high cheekbones, tousled black hair that fell down his back. His translucent robe hid nothing, not the too thin shape of his body, nor the bruises on his neck and thighs.
"Please," he whimpered. "Please, Sir, no, I can't go back, I'll do anything, please."
Adrian pressed him closer into the wall and leaned in. The boy reacted by curving his body against him, baring his neck, trying to rub his ass at Adrian's crotch.
Adrian squirmed. No. He couldn't do this. "See that window to our right?" he hissed. "There's a roof underneath. You hit me, get out there, down, two left turns, there's a red car. Get there, and you'll be safe."
From the end of the corridor, someone whistled. "Delgado trying to get some after all, huh? Need help?"
Adrian flipped the handler off, while he wrestled the pet's legs apart with his knee in an effort to show her what she expected to see. "Not help, fucking privacy would be nice!"
She chuckled. "Sure thing. We help each other, don't we? Be quick." He heard her press a button on her radio. "First floor clear."
Adrian reached for his own pants, pulled open his belt, while watching her leave.
His lips brushed over the boy's ear. "Got it?"
"Sure." The boy pushed back his ass. "I give you a good time and you look away for a second," he purred.
"No. You don't give me anything," Adrian said sharply. "No time. You hit me, you get to the red car. You ran away once, you do it again. Now."
He loosened his grip, and luckily, the kid had understood.
He spun around and punched him in the stomach, then a knee between the legs.
Adrian's loud whine wasn't entirely fake, as he stumbled back and rolled up on the floor. The kid stared at him for a second, and then darted towards the window Adrian had indicated, long hair flying past him like a flag.
Adrian counted to five, before he hit the button of the radio and yelled "Fuck! One got away!"
He just prayed it was true.
"One whore doesn't matter," Grimm's voice cracked in the radio. "Found the jackpot down here, be useful for once, Delgado. Basement, now."
Adrian pushed himself back to his knees. His cheek throbbed where the kid's punch had landed, not much more, but the kick between the legs had been hard. He groaned, as he started to limp towards the stairs.
The police had mostly retreated, a bunch of well dressed people loaded in the back of police trucks, some other officers carrying out computers from upstairs.
Adrian's colleagues however were in the basement, where a group of four trembling pets was huddled up behind a huge Guard Dogs shielding them against the handlers. He was growling lowly, swinging a long iron bar in one hand.
The handlers kept safe distance at the bottom of the stairs, shock batons and guns ready.
"Why don't you just shoot the dude?", the woman who'd been upstairs with Adrian demanded.
"Big guy is worth a mill," Grimm said lowly. "Top grade. Has titanium enforcements and shit. Reacquisition have been on the lookout for him for months. He'll go to refurb in mint condition, and still be on the larger end of six figures."
"Go. Away," the Guard Dog growled.
"Ressource guarding." Adrian mumbled. "Classic side effect of that sort of conditioning. Question is, does he defend all of them, or just one."
"Check the files." Grimm gestured at one of the handlers. "Did one of them escape with him?"
"Twink at the left. Not even a Romantic by designation. Domestic. Valet to their owner. Worth... neglectable."
"Huh." Grimm raised his gun and fired.
The gunshot echoed from the walls, deafening by itself, multiplied by the inhuman scream that rose from the Guard Dog's throat when the Domestic went down.
He lunged forward, at the same moment something pushed into Adrian's back.
Adrian only had time to draw his shock baton before the Guard Dog was on him, metal teeth sinking into the armour on his neck, digging through it, tearing skin and flesh. Grimm, he dimly thought. Fucking Grimm had pushed him in the line of attack.
He couldn't breathe, couldn't even raise his arm with the baton, could only scream, as the man on top of him shook his head with Adrian's neck between his teeth.
Punches rained down on the Guard Dog, vibrating in Adrian's body, his bones, his skull, everywhere. He couldn't see straight, everything a foggy blur, the only thing sharp the teeth in his neck.
There were calls around him, screams and footsteps and groans, and then finally, finally a heavy weight sinking down on him, a release of the stinging hold of his neck, and the welcoming darkness of unconsciousness.
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When Adrian came to in the hospital the first time, it was for some minutes to a doctor changing the IV bag.
The second time was at night, when he woke up disoriented, trembling from a nightmare about Eric wearing a translucent robe, kissing his neck, then turning into a zombie biting him. Adrian's trembling fingers found a thick bandage around his neck. He rang the nurse for painkillers.
The third time, late in the morning, it was to Handler Grimm sitting in a chair next to his bed.
He closed his eyes, hoping to sleep again and make him go away.
It didn't work.
"Morning, Delgado," Grimm said cheerfully. "Man, you really went all in for the team there, didn't you?"
"Fuck you," Adrian rasped. "You fucking threw me to him as.... as bait."
"You wore armor," Grimm said with a shrug. "And you messed up right before. Plus, you're a fucking pain in the ass." He clasped Adrian's shoulder, and Adrian gasped in pain as it tore at the fresh wound. "And it worked out. I'll cash in the reacquisition bonus, and both of us will keep silent about the details, eh? I'll get you a share."
"What... about the pets?"
"Got more than half of them. They're on the Drip as we speak. Your cutie is still on the run, but don't worry, they all get picked up sooner or later. Until then, I'll make sure you'll get a little solace."
Adrian groaned, and Grimm just chuckled. "Was good working with you, eh? Cheers, PSI Delgado."
Adrian passed out, came back, and passed out again.
Somewhere in between, in the fleeting moments of consciousness, he felt someone curl up at his side, gentle hands brushing over his skin.
"I'm with you," a soft voice whispered. "I'm with you, Adrian Delgado, and I'm keeping you safe." She hummed against his skin, the cheerful tune of a Salsa song.
This time, when he fell asleep, he smiled.
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If Your Girl Only Knew...
Yuta Nakamoto
Warning: This Is SMUT nasty shit. If you don't like it Don't read. Also there's cheating.
Yuta x black reader (tho it's not specified this one is for my beautiful black kpop stans)
Yuta steps up to the door of your house. He knew he wasn't supposed to be here. But he couldn't resist two things. A party and an invitation to one. I mean what kind of friend would he be if he rejected this invite. Especially the way you graciously gave him the invitation while tempting him in the process. He was warned about how dangerous you could be but as the snake, you are he couldn't stay away. Though he promised himself he wouldn't see you like this again yet was something he couldn't let go of. A bad habit they'd say like a moth to a flame.
Without much thought, he opened the door and the loud music blared through. He felt like he stepped through a portal watching all the people some of who he knew chatting, drinking, or doing drugs. He headed towards the kitchen if he was meeting you he needed a fucking drink. Of course, you'd have so many people you didn't care about who came to your house. The only thing you did care about was who was in your bed and when. You weren't the serious type that's for sure yet here you were so serious to commit Yuta in your poor clutches. The worst thing was no one could stop you. Not himself, friends and-
"Nakamoto! You made it to the party" speak I'd the devil herself. Yuta took your appearance into account. You wore a blue sequined dress and your hair was crimped, probably a wig since the last he saw you were in your natural state. You looked like the life of the party. You hugged him immediately placing your cold hands from his forearms to his back. Yuta does the same as he felt your smooth skin brush his fingertips. A backless dress...of course you would. As you pressed closer against him he leans into the crook of your neck smelling that sweet perfume you always wear.
"Do you like it Yuta" you purred into his ear like sweet honey dripping onto your lips. Damn...he just got here and you're already on him.
"I thought you said you weren't coming?" You ask him with a smirk on your face.
"I wasn't but-
"You wanted me didn't you Nakamoto?" Like a devil, you were luring him in as you slide your hands down his back sending shivers down his spine. Yuta stayed silent as you taunt him some more.
"Does she know your here Yuta?" There it was hook line and sinker. Yuta had a girlfriend but things are complicated and he didn't want to explain that.
"Don't talk about her please" Yuta says as you laugh at him. You then rub the other down his chest to the belt of his pants. All with a smile on your face.
"Why not? I'm just asking" you say taking your hands to start undoing his belt. "I wonder what would your girlfriend do if she knew you were here?" You ask as Yuta snaps out of the trance you had him in by grabbing your hands. Here the two of you were in the kitchen where anyone could come in.
"Enough," he said sternly and you listened pouting moving back from him. Your smile dropped.
"Okay, you can go to my room. I'll be up in an hour."
"Y/n I didn't come to wait in your room"
"This is my party I have guests to entertain I can't just leave them for a quick fuck besides that you need a drink," you say before walking off leaving Yuta to sigh alone. He then looked at the table. He needed to down something hard to drink if he was going to be doing this. He then headed to the living room where everyone was and there you were in the middle of it dancing with your friends.
"Yo Yuta?!" Yuta turns at the familiar voice behind him when he does he feels like he's fucked. Because it was none other than his friend Mark. Taking a sip of whatever was in his cup he smiles at his friend.
"Hey" Yuta responds as Mark starts talking to him.
"I'm surprised you're here, Lisa never lets you come out! Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Yuta is secretly praying to God because lord he was gonna need it.
"Sorry, it was a last-minute thing"
"Okay, I see you where's Lisa? I wanna see her in drunk mode you know how serious she gets" Mark says as Yuta and he takes a seat on the couch.
"She's not here with me You know how she is," Yuta says hoping that Mark would drop it by now.
"Really? So why-
"Mark! You're finally here! Now the party can start up" you had came over just in time handing Mark a drink. Yuta just watches you putting on a show for everyone.
"Me? Other than you Yuta was the party animal" Mark mentioned he wasn't stupid he knew what you were trying to do.
"Of course, Yuta has good moves, he might be light weight but he knows how to make love on the floor," you say looking directly into his eyes. Yuta tries to look away but now here you were hanging all over Mark. Mark caught everything on Yuta's face the way he was eyeing you looking you up and down. He knew something was going on between you and Yuta.
"Um...so Y/n how did you manage to get Yuta here I thought Lisa wanted him to stop partying?" Mark questioned as you walk over to Yuta and stand behind him.
"She does. But I don't give a damn. Besides Yuta needs to relax a bit" Yuta feels your hands on his shoulders rubbing his shoulders before bending down to his ear. "You're tense, but don’t worry I'll help later" you whisper before going back to what you were doing before. Mark raised his bow giving Yuta the look, as he watches you rubbing your hands on his shoulders. Yuta being lost in the way your hands moved made him feel the arousal building up in his pants.
"Hey Y/n I'm out of alcohol can you get me something to drink, something lighter asked as you look at him.
"I'm not your maid Lee. You better get it yourself" you sass him as Yuta tries not to laugh.
"Yeah, you're right...Yuta show me where the drinks are" Mark asks as Yuta looks at him puzzled until Mark glared at him. You weren't going to leave but he sure was. Yuta looks at you and nods as the both of them head to the kitchen.
"How many?"
"What?"
"How many times have you two fucked?" Mark asked Yuta who stayed quiet. Again he didn't want to answer and they both knew Mark wasn't gonna let it slide.
"Okay listen. You have a nice girl. But if you don't wanna be with her or in a relationship, break it off now." Mark tells him sternly as Yuta shakes his head. It's not that he doesn't love Lisa he loves her it's just temptation in the form of you.
"It's not that Mark, I love her I do-
"Then why are you here? Ready and willing to sleep with another girl?" And this was the nail on the coffin for Yuta. Mark was right, here he was ready to throw a good relationship away for another night with you.
"This wasn't the first time we slept together. But you're right, Lisa is a wonderful girl and I shouldn't be here" Yuta says as Mark nods but he wasn't buying it anyway. No matter what promises he makes he's going to break him.
Yuta starts heading to the car hoping you were distracted enough not to see him. But you did but you let him walk out. By the time Yuta went over to his car, he reached into his pocket only to realize they weren't in his jacket. The only thing he found was a pair of lace panties. He laughed out loud, of fucking course you would slither your fucking hands into his pockets. The question was when? When did you take his keys and when did you take them- actually he didn't want to know. But was it when you were in the kitchen? Running your hands down his body...or when you ran your fingers down his back? No, it couldn't have been not while Mark was looking.
Anyways he went back into the house looking for you. He just wanted his keys and to return the unwanted gift. He didn't find you in the living room or kitchen. He then decided to go upstairs and went to the bathroom, and nothing. The next place was your bedroom. Yuta knows where your room is. He's been there before. However, he wasn't sure about going in there. He knows if he goes in there you'd either be naked and ready for him or you'd be there in your dress wanting him to take it off himself. No matter what, he needed to go home to Lisa, his girlfriend. He then opens the door only to see you on your bed making out with some guy. This made Yuta feel some type of way. He couldn't describe it earlier you were touching all over him ready to fuck him and now here you were on the bed with some other guy. Why did you even invite him here when you were just gonna have another guy to fuck?
"Y/n!" Yuta calls out to you but you pretend not to hear as Jaebeom reaches his hand to your breast. "Hellooo" Yuta calls again, getting irritated just watching him ignoring you on purpose. But this time Jaebeom pulls away from you and you sigh. Your lipstick was smudged when you pulled away. You looked like a clown to Yuta.
"I need to talk to Y/n alone man" Yuta glares at you and you smile intrigued by the way he eyed you. At first, Jaebeom didn't want to but you tell him to leave anyway, when he got his things and left out the door Yuta made sure to lock the door.
"Here," you say, tossing Yuta his keys but he didn't catch them he just let them fall to the floor. Yuta then takes off his jacket "what the fuck was that?" He asks as you smirked.
"Are you going to leave? I gave you your keys" you say pretending not to know anything. Yuta chuckles at this playing your games.
"So you beg me to come here only to fuck someone else. Waste my time"
"Wait a fucking minute now, let's get one thing straight Nakamoto. I didn't beg you, I asked you to come here and besides, you left to see your girlfriend right?" you say as Yuta nods coming closer to the bed. The tension stirring in the air, the way you tried to be so innocent was driving him insane.
"Yeah, I came here. I came for you but if I knew you were so desperate for a fuck I wouldn't have came" Yuta then pushes you to the bed placing his body on top of yours his hands grab onto your hips. As arousal pooled into you more. You wanted to touch him so bad. As you try to reach for him to kiss you he swats your hands away.
"Oh no no no don't touch me. You don't get to do that slut" Yuta pins your hand above your head. Looking into your lustful eyes, he felt his dick twitch thinking of ways to make you pay. Wasting his time, he could've stayed home but no you wanted him so bad, what a bunch of bullshit. What should he do with you? he thought bringing one hand down and touching all over your shoulder leaving your body on fire. That's all he did was touch you and I was driving you crazy.
"Are you gonna do something to me?" You snap as Yuta was taken aback he nods to himself knowing exactly what he's gonna do. Smashing his lips against yours, Yuta feels the hunger and the need within himself. All rational thought had been gone he just needed to fuck you. He grinds himself against you, making you whine. You were already needy the way he kissed you drove you insane. You try to reach his shirt but again he slaps them away.
"Don't" was all he said, kissing down your jaw and then to your neck. You liked when he kissed your neck, the licking biting sucking it drove you crazy.
"Yuta" You moan when he brings his hand on your breast giving it a tight squeeze. Yuta felt like his body was on fire hearing you moan his name.
"All this worked up for me? Or him?" Yuta asks, bringing his free hand down to your lips he knew you had no panties on. He felt that you were wet already while dipping two of his fingers inside you. You let out a hiss as Yuta smirks "look at you so wet already and barely touch you" he says his fingers being pulled in by your pussy as he moves them in and out.
"Yuta faster please" you begged him but he shook his head "oh no I only listen to good girls. You haven't been good to me" He says
"Touching me in public in front of Mark, whoring yourself out to some other guy when you have me. Do you think that's good girl behavior?" He taunts you stopping his movements all together making you whine. His fingers are still inside you.
"If you wanna cum on my fingers so bad do it yourself. Fuck yourself on my fingers Y/n and I'll think about letting you cum too" Yuta enjoyed this watching you melt under him moaning his name. Eyes closed moving your hips feeling frustrated though you liked his fingers. It wasn't hitting the same as before you needed him to reach inside deeper than your fingers could.
"Please Yuta" you beg you couldn't move his hand further or even touch him. You were frustrated and you were beginning to be turned off.
"What? Can't do a thing on your own Y/n? Do you need me to help?" You nod to his question as he raises his brow questioning you. "Huh? Didn't hear anything?" Yuta said making you stop altogether. What are you here for? You have another guy willing to please you...would it be the same? Probably not. But fuck this. So then you had another thought, something devious to stir the pot. Something to make Yuta even angrier.
"You know Nakamoto you're right this is a waste of time. If Jaebeom was here I'd be experiencing the best fuck in my lifetime" you say as Yuta gives you this dark look. You were hurting his ego, and he knew that yet something inside him
"Who knows maybe if I'm not satisfied here he'd fuck me good. Oh, and did you know his dick is thicker than-
"Shut up," Yuta says, making you smile and getting what you wanted. But Yuta had something else in mind: he removed his fingers and had gotten up going to your dresser. Getting one thing he remembered you having. You're vibrator. You stayed silent the whole time watching what he was doing. Then he found your head scarf intrigued at what he was going to do. He then comes back over and the first thing he does is use your night scarf as a blindfold. You then feel Yuta pulling you to stand up off the bed and you follow him. Yuta then takes your dress off as you feel it around your ankles. You then feel him spreading your legs apart slightly feeling his fingers ghosting against your thigh.
"Good girl taking your toy so well" Yuta praises as your legs shake as he turns up the setting. Moving it in and out of you, making you whine as you try to move to the bed. But before you could you felt a huge smack on your ass.
"No. Stand up. Now I want you to repeat everything you said to me about that guy Y/n what can he do for you?" Yuta asks as you shake you're head. You didn't even remember exactly what you said all you're mind was focused on was the vibrations inside you and how Yuta kept pulling it in and out. It felt so good as he held you're hips. Yuta was waiting on your words; he wanted to make you regret it. Immediately pulling out the vibratory you whine again.
"Say it or I'll leave," Yuta says you couldn't see him but the base in his voice said enough. You nod as he shoves the toy back inside you.
"I-I said- that oh fuck!"
" wasting my time..."
"Okay! I said that he could fuck me better!"
"That wasn't all you said Y/n...."
"I- I don't remember Yuta please don't stop!" You say you feel almost like Cumming.
"Well do you remember his name tell me his name Y/n" fuck it was a trap. He could tell you were Cumming and it wasn't long.
"Say his name or you're not Cumming at all. Now sat it" Yuta orders as you feel your legs shaking muttering Jaebeoms name Yuta smacks your ass again. Telling you to say it again shoving the vibratory again as it hits that spot inside you didn't know it could reach. You then feel Yuta pull you on his lap. Pulling your hair he knows it's not gonna be too long for you to cum.
"Say it. Say his name." He says but you don't you just moaned feeling yourself Cumming but it was short-lived as Yuta pulls the vibrator out. "I- wait!-" you say as Yuta places you on the bed. You hear him cut the vibrator off.
"Tsk....such a waste. Why do you do this to yourself y/n?"
"I-I I'm sorry! I just didn't want to say his name...I only want to say yours" you admit feeling your cheeks flush. Yuta looks at you in awe. Usually, you were confident or flirtatious. He hasn't seen you get like this. Even the other times they had sex you were usually bratty and Yuta was drunk and impatient to complain so he did what you wanted to.
"Yuta can you please fuck me?" you ask but Yuta chooses not to respond instead he places you on the bed, kisses your cheek, and takes his shirt off.
"See look at how sweet you are...instead of playing games you could've had me Y/n" you watch him remove his clothes one by one. But you were getting impatient. You tried to get up to take the lead but Yuta gave you a look as he sighed. Taking his underwear off cock was swollen and hard.
"You're so lucky I want you otherwise I would've left," Yuta says which personally bruises your ego.
"What? So would you go back to Lisa if you didn't get your-"
"I mean it's only fair you were about fuck some other guy like a desperate slut for attention"
"Oh, I'm desperate? Now Yuta look at you fucking another woman when Lisa is at home does she not satisfy-" Yuta cut you off with a kiss he didn't want you saying her name. Or even mentioning his girlfriend. He just wanted to fuck you till tomorrow and that's it. Then regret it in the morning and keep coming back for more. Spreading your legs Yuta had a view of your aching cunt. You gasp feeling him grip my ass before spreading your legs, even more.
"What? You can't take it?" Yuta teases as you moan every time he fills you up. It felt like the first time. Yuta hisses, feeling you clenching on his cock as your wet walls cling to him as you wanted him to cum right there. He wasn't even fully in but when he was you let out a scream as Yuta immediately shuts your mouth.
"Shhh....wouldn't want anyone to hear you" Yuta starts moving, smiling seeing you crumble below him. He felt so thick inside you that he was moving too slow. Like he was teasing you and it was not it.
"If it were Jae-
"I thought you only wanted to say my name?" Yuta starts picking up the pace but it wasn't enough. "Well move faster and I wouldn't have to" Yuta mentally clicks...he was gonna go faster.
"Oh fuck Yuta!" You cry as he pounds inside of you. You more as his sharp thrusts hit your body so perfectly though it wasn't the exact spot he still managed to make you feel full.
Meanwhile, Yuta couldn't help but groan, watching his cock disappear inside your wet walls on repeat. Hearing you moan his name made him even crazier. The only thing in the room that was heard was his and his moans as well as the sound of his hips slapping against yours. His body was on fire and he felt like he was alive. Watch your breasts bounce with each thrust Yuta grabs your breasts while pinching one and sucking on the other.
"Oh fuck Yuta!" He bites down on your nipple while moving even faster. His pace was brutal as you reached to grab onto his shoulders digging your nails into his skin.
"Harder fuck harder" Yuta snaps his hips faster at your command. Harder, you say. Harder. It was all he could focus on as you chant his name. Yuta. Yuta. Yuta. His name was the one thing you could think of wrapping your legs around him causing Yuta to moan loudly causing him to go even deeper.
"Oh God oh fuck Yuta I'm so close!" You scream as Yuta hits that one spot inside you. "There! Right there! Of fuck Don't stop baby please" Yuta complies completely melting at what you called him he knew you were close. He grabs your hips, bullying your entrance.
"Cum for me come on Y/n cum for me baby-" Yuta whines as he feels you clenching on his cock more his voice ruff as beads of sweat on his face. The knot in your stomach getting tighter and your screams getting louder.
"I'm so close, baby, where do you want it?"
"Inside me please Yuta come inside me" you moan. Yuta knew you were on the pill when he heard you mention it the first time. Before he would've said no and just came on your stomach but he didn't want to pull out not while he was feeling your sweet pussy squeeze the shit out of him. It wasn't long after that you came and Yuta wasn't that far behind. Yuta kisses you once more, feeling his warm cum fill you up inside. And you are recovering from your orgasm Yuta flips you over.
"Wait what?"
"Who says I was done? I'm fucking your brains out tonight" Yuta whispers pushing your hips up. Your mind was spinning and your legs felt weak.
"Wait Yuta my legs-
"It's okay I got you, baby, relax now be a good girl and keep your head down," he says and you immediately shut up feeling yourself get horny again. Yuta lets out a hiss as he pushes inside you once more but this time from behind. Yuta didn't stop after that he kept going until he got tired. From bed, your desk, the wall back to the bed you lost track until he finally stopped. He felt bad though but seeing you all worn out because of him made him feel accomplished. But he treated you well, giving you aftercare. He ran you a nice bath, changed your sheets, and even helped change you into pajamas. He then stayed the night for the first time and it wasn't so bad as you slept in his arms. Like you were a couple.
You woke up before Yuta. It was a Saturday which meant you could sleep in but you had things to do and things to see. So carefully you move Yuta off you and grab his things off the floor. It wasn't until you grabbed his phone out of his pocket immediately getting an idea. You then take his thumb to unlock his phone. Then started taking pictures of his things on the floor. Then you came back into bed, with Yuta immediately placing his arms around you. Taking pictures of you and him and the frame and marks he left on you. You then sent them to yourself and afterward deleted them so he'd never know. You then started looking at his messages.
Mark: Dude wth your car is still here!!!
Mark: Lisa is calling me...Idk what to say! Help!
Mark: Look, I covered you just this once! You better explain to her or tell an even better lie.
You looked at it and rolled your eyes. Of course, Mark would care, but you didn't see why he would. This was between you and Yuta no one else.
Speaking of you, I went to his other series of messages. But the jackpot was from Lisa with two hearts.
Lisa: Hey where are you?
Lisa: I just woke up. You're still not home.
Lisa: I had to call Mark. Why didn't you tell me you went out?
Lisa: Yuta???
Lisa: Yutaaaaa come home babe. I miss you.
Lisa: (image)
Lisa: can't wait till you get home
You tried not to laugh at the picture, but if you didn't know before you definitely know now you're not seeing the light. The picture wasn't of Lisa, it was just skimpy black lingerie on the bed. What made you feel better was that Yuta was here, sleeping in your bed like a baby after fucking you into the next lifetime. And the gag was that he was going to do it again and again until three things. One Lisa finds out. Two you get bored and he feels guilty (which isn't likely until after). Or three both happened and you were the one who stirred the pot. Then the phone started ringing, alarming you. You answered without even thinking as Yuta started to move again
"Hey, babe! When are you coming? Home I miss you" Lisa coos as you cringe at her voice.
"Wow, Lisa didn't know you could be so naughty. I thought you were playing the innocent act?" You spat carefully getting out the bed so that Yuta doesn't wake up and go to the kitchen.
"Y/n....what the hell? Why do you have his phone" Lisa sounded concerned through the phone. You just laughed at her knowing you dug into her skin.
"Shh...Yuta us still sleeping, don't wanna wake him" You say pretending like you were in the room.
"He's with you?! He said he was with-
"Mark? He is. He's on the floor. Poor man passed out drunk while me and Mark were having fun. If I knew Yuta's friends were so good at giving head before I would've tried it out before!" You decided to play with her after all it's not your business to tell her what her boyfriend was doing.
"I don't believe you put Mark on the phone!" She demanded as you raise a brow. Scoffing at her voiceless demand with no base or threat you turn serious.
"Oh? And if I don't, what will you do? Trip me down some stairs? Steal my boyfriend?" You sneer at her. It made you angry at the audacity she has.
"I said I was sorry. It was a long time ago I-I was just a teenager. I changed-" you laugh at her words. You didn't take her seriously one bit. You weren't some middle schooler nor were you about to take her innocent routine. She was pretending to be innocent this whole time. How dare she come into your world acting this way. It infuriated you, to a point where you felt hatred for her.
"You what? Changed? Sorry isn't gonna fix the shit you did. You don't deserve happiness and I will make sure that you NEVER find it. I didn't fuck Yuta...at least not yet so if I were you I'd watch him more. Because once he's mine he's not gonna stop...just like you did to-"
You heard the call immediately hang up. You then texted Mark from Yuta's phone. Telling him Lisa was going to call and to tell her that he was with Yuta at your place. You also told him to pretend like they slept together. Mark didn't want to do it because he knew it was you. But you managed to convince him because of poor Yuta. You then send him your number telling him to call you and to keep their little secret. Mark was going to help you even if he didn't want to. He wanted to help Yuta and most likely keep the two of you apart based on his good relationship with that bitch. Besides it's not like you plan on stopping, you wanted Yuta wrapped around your finger and more importantly crushing his girlfriend. You didn't love Yuta, you don't care if he fell for you in the process either. You just wanted to ruin everything from that bully, backstabbing, conniving, evil, murdering, bitch he calls a girlfriend. If it was two maybe four years prior you would've let her walk and have karma dealt with her. But no she comes here and pretends as if nothing happened and asked you to keep it secret...sick. Yuta didn't deserve that nor your revenge plan but he just so happens to be collateral in your chaos.
"Hey, Y/n where's my phone?" You hear Yuta come downstairs as you hurry and put the phone on the table.
"Right here," you say, taking out cereal and your bowl.
"Did you steal my phone?"
"Sorry, it was ringing. Lisa called but don't worry she knows you were with Mark. She also texted you dirty photos. Does she know about ours?" Yuta looks at you with panic. His brain is still stuck on the fact Lisa called him and worse you picked up the phone. Seeing him like this you closed the refrigerator milk in hand and set them down. You then go over to Yuta and kiss him and he responds the same way.
"Relax...she won't know unless we tell. Mark has you covered. You passed out and don't remember anything but me and Mark" you say, getting him to calm down. Yuta just nods his head still worrying about Lisa and if she would find out about him cheating. He has to be more careful,l, especially with you and now Mark in-
"Hey! Earth to Yuta!"
"I-I have to go," Yuta says, trying to rush past 12 o'clock. He needs to get home to explain everything right away.
"Oh no no no, you're stressed out let me help you" you purred, stopping Yuta from leaving. Well technically you weren't but whatever magic touch you had waved over him it worked. As you start kissing his lips, he was a good kisser but you were better. To say Yuta left your house satisfied was an understatement and you were happy knowing he'd be back.
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