#((it's a long story and I'm a little embarrassed to get into it now))

[thetrasha]

I really liked your law x baker!reader 🤭 law eating the bread anyway for the save of his cutie baker crush IS JUST SO CUTE

“I… Is your heartbeat arrhythmic right now, too?” Bro that line almost made me explode with confetti he’s such a cute little geek omg

Sorry back on topic I was wondering if you could do the Law x Baker!reader thing again, but it’s where they’re already dating. So you know the “would you still love me if I was a worm” Thing?

What if Y/n is baking pastries for luffy with Sanji. Y/n is having a blast at the alliance hang out, I mean after all, it’s not everyday you get to bake with another skilled cook! Especially when making bread! (Which y/n had kinda stopped making b/c she felt bad for making law suffer like that)

And law is just peeking through the window of the kitchen door like a little brooding loser 😭🙏 once the two go back to the submarine law is pouting into Y/n’s shoulder (in his room cuz we all know he’d rather eat mountains of bread than be caught like that)

“Would you love me more if I liked bread..? Would you also love me more if I was a good cook…?”

I rlly don’t think I cooked with this one I’m sorry you don’t gotta do this if you don’t wanna 😭🙏

Hello! <3 Thank you so much for the nice comments you've left :D I read them all and I'm so happy to see you in my requests like that. Seriously, thank you so much for liking the baker!reader x Law fic I wrote... weeks ago LOL 😭 And wow, someone pointing out specific dialogue (●'◡'●) I'm so happy!! Law's a real pain to portray correctly, especially in a romantic setting so I'm just glad people enjoy what I've got to say hehe~~

I changed the request ever so slightly but kept its essence! I hope you're happy with it, I'm pretty proud of the outcome :D And you don't have to badmouth your own idea! Even if I don't end up taking request, I appreciate every single thought that ends up in my inbox. Cooking is cooking LOL

! This story can be read as a standalone piece, but is meant to be a continuation !

Sweeter Than Honey

includes: pastry chef/ baker reader

feat. LAW

part one - "Sweet As Pie"

Your relationship with Law was… unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. He was still the same man you’ve got to know during your shared journey, but you’ve come to see him in a different light, from a different angle… slowly. At first, you’d thought that he’d remain rigid and interact with you quite awkwardly especially because he was still your Captain, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. Law might have been subtle and his love had a bit of a simmering quality that was quickly drowned out by the madness that accompanied you aboard the Polar Tang, but he wasn’t cold at all. His affections manifested in different ways – you were aware, from the very beginning, that he wouldn’t be the type to be obvious about his feelings for you; he wasn’t embarrassed by you by any means, he was just very private and, thus, reserved.

There were no sensual kisses shared in public places, no candlelit dinners by the shore, no cutesy petnames… but that wasn’t what you wanted either. Law gave you what most others couldn’t: He saw you as someone worth putting his all into. He trusted you – honestly and wholeheartedly.

So… there might have been no grand romantic gestures that made it obvious that you two belonged together, but there were long conversations in the middle of the night, revealing things to one another that you’ve never told another soul, there were questions that seemed larger than life itself – Law, superficially, already knew you, you’ve been on the same crew for about a year, but he wanted to know your soul, what makes you tick… Nobody else has ever asked you about your dreams, your sense of justice, what it means to grief, whether people deserve to suffer… Your boyfriend sought a connection, yearned for someone to be vulnerable with and you could but smile sweetly at his efforts. You unravelled him without even trying, slowly made him change his beliefs by sharing your own, but he would never stray from his core identity. Law had integrity, honour and took pride in who he was, even if he was, at the same time, deeply critical of himself and ashamed of what he was capable of. In his mind, he was a monster who could only take and destroy, someone who wasn’t worthy of love… but there you were, always gracing him with everything he’s ever craved in secret.

It made him… shy, to love so deeply. He would never be able to put his thoughts into words – not because he wasn’t sophisticated enough, but because there was no word to accurately describe what he’s felt for you.

You were brilliant… a pearl among sea glass. To think he’s the one to find you; he couldn’t count himself any luckier. You looked at him like deserved to live, never questioned his place in the word. You wanted him here, right by your side. That’s how deep your care went, you were just as devoted to him as he was to you, you just liked to show it, guide him along… make him see all life’s got to offer. It was marvellous how your mere presence completely shattered his cynicism towards… life – that there was more to it than retribution.

His past mistakes wouldn’t define him; logically, he knew that, but you still told him time and time again, demanding to lift his burdens… just for a while, one at a time. Back then, you had no idea that it had an effect on him at all, you simply did it out of the goodness of your heart and because you desired to see him smile.

Only one other person has ever put that much effort into building a relationship with him… and sadly, you will never meet the man who’s inspired Law to sail the seas and find you, his very own peace.

He truly needed you more than the air that he breathed.

Like moon needs sun,

like cold needs warmth,

like sorrow needs joy,

sigh… like bread needs yeast –

– he needed you.

And he loved you, more than you’ll ever know.

…Maybe that’s why this current arrangement irked him so much.

He shouldn’t have ever taken you to Dressrosa with him. Why he agreed to your ridiculous request to pick you up from the nearest habitable island to Punk Hazard was beyond him in the first place.

Yeah, he missed you. Yes, he knew that you missed him, too… and he couldn’t be more grateful.

You should be on the Polar Tang, far away from him, though. You would be under protection since Law was still a Warlord of the Sea… you would be safe. And you wouldn’t have to watch your partner kill his tormentor.

And, well, that damned Straw Hat cook wouldn’t have had the chance to be all over you.

“Tell me more about this focaccia, (Y/N)-swan!”, Sanji mused with hearts in his eyes. It got so bad that the people sitting nearby, occupying the breakfast nook – Law among them – were absolutely ignored. Even the navigator.

“Well…”, you smiled, pointing at the second dough you’ve prepared yesterday evening, just after you’ve joined this… makeshift alliance, “It’s a type of flatbread from the hottest parts of the North Blue. I love to pair it with a good tomato soup, that’s why I always add garlic, fresh onions and rosemary.”

“I’ll make on right away, my beautiful patisserie chef!”

“Ahaha, thanks, Sanji… what an honour to stand next to someone who worked at the Baratie… what was it like? How’s Chef- eh… Captain Zeff? Is he a nice man? I’ve never been to the East Blue, so-”

It was the first time your voice caused Law to click his tongue before grinding his teeth against one another in frustration. That idiot cook made him onigiri after shockingly learning that he wouldn’t eat the sandwiches he planned to make, but he still hated that man’s guts.

Of course you’d hit it off with another chef. Rumour has it that Sanji was the most talented chef in the making… if Straw Hat-ya’s word was to be believed, which it absolutely wasn’t… still, those onigiri weren’t half bad. The rice was soft but chewy and the tuna-mayo filling, well, satisfactory. He much preferred your cooking, even if you insisted on cute little gimmicks like star-shaped carrots sometimes. As bizarre as it was, it always made him blush… and he saved those godforsaken snacks every single time, chewing on it much more cautiously than he usually would. Law knew that it made you happy to see him just as content with life and you graced his cheek with a peck every time, without fail. Like a sacred ritual.

Today, he would get none of that – even though you were present.

You were making food for Straw Hat-ya and his crew. You were helping Sanji.

Law wouldn’t ever say that he’s a jealous person at all. If anything, he understood that you were faithful and totally loyal to him and let you roam free, knowing that you’ll always stand by his side. He would never try to sabotage you when you were just wanting some more friends, especially after you’ve had it quite rough after your Captain became a Warlord. No name pirates still tried challenging you… and you were no fighter. You just… well, you learnt to defend yourself – had to. Your boyfriend thought that was admirable; he praised you for your personal development and even stole a kiss from you aboard the Sunny… just to tell you that he would always be there to protect you if it came down to it.

So… why did he feel so helpless now? His eyes darted back towards the blond chef who was marvelling at your skills in the kitchen. That moron didn’t even know what he was looking at! You were so much more versatile, could whip up more than bread. The fact that Sanji kept focusing on that… somehow, it made the rice of those onigiris turn sour.

“Torao, are you going to eat that?” Luffy asked with a smile, pointing at Law’s abandoned plate by he was still waiting for his meaty sandwiches.

“Take as much as you please.” Law answered coldly, rolling his eyes at the offensive food.

“THANKS! You’re the best! We’re going to be best fr-”

“NO! We are no more than-” Just before he could protest, Zoro sent a smirk his way while nursing a beer bottle.

“You know that it doesn’t work on him, don’t you?” The swordsman commented coolly, chuckling at Law’s expression of frustration.

And for the remaining part of the evening, Law had to watch while you shared food with anyone but him… because everyone but him liked bread.

And he knew that it was childish. He knew it, okay! This shouldn’t even affect him. His plan was finally coming together. Soon, they’ll reach Dressrosa. Hell, they’ve captured Caesar! Doflamingo will call first thing in the morning, abdicating from the Warlord system and leaving him vulnerable to… everyone. Law and the Straw Hat Pirates will be after his head, Kaidou won’t be too happy about Caesar’s capture either if the production of SMILEs screeched to a halt, every single underground broker will want to murder him for the chaos that wretched false king has caused. And if all things go wrong, maybe the Navy will just order a Buster Call on Dressrosa. Anything would be better than the status quo!

Law had all of that to worry about… not to mention that you were here as well. He didn’t know whether he has the heart to leave you on the Thousand Sunny to sail to Zou while he finished his business with Doflamingo himself. He wants you to be safe and away from the mess he’s undoubtedly going to cause. Law is well aware that the outcome of this battle will usher in a new era of piracy. Whether it’s going to put people in shackles or free them, he couldn’t possibly know at this time. All he wants is to repay Cora-san.

That klutz would adore you, probably like you more than Law, he’d be so happy for the boy he sav-

“You’re brooding.” You chuckled upon finding your boyfriend in the men’s quarters all by himself while the Straw Hat crew partied… and Nami had a few words with Caesar about his laboratory. She sounded livid and you didn’t want to be around her when she spat venom at the mad scientist.

Law looked up to find you leaning against the door frame, crossing your arms over your chest.

He would never tell you, but you looked… better and worse without the Heart Pirates’ boiler suit. One the one hand, looking at you felt much more intimate now that you wore pieces you liked – they weren’t particularly practical, but you were so, so pretty… On the other hand, though, nobody knew who you belonged to. You were a member of his crew and nobody else’s.

Especially not… Straw Hat-ya’s.

“I am not. I am reading.” He clicked his tongue before grabbing a “medical journal” off Chopper’s bedside table, not knowing how to conceal the fact that he was… pouting.

You rolled your eyes with a smile before taking the book from him.

“…’A Comprehensive Guide to Hoof Cleaning’ How to Care for Your’ – and the word ‘horse’ is crossed out several times?”, you read before giggling, “Ah, yes. Classic Law.”

You threw the book away into someone else’s hammock before sitting down next to… the Captain… who was sliding down the while as he pinched the bridge of his nose with rosy-red cheeks.

You smiled wryly, reaching out to take his hat from him, at which he glared for just a second before noticing that you put it on.

Then you angled your body towards him, embracing him with all you’ve got.

“I’m so glad you’re back. Are you okay? I’m so sorry I went to bed so early yesterday. I didn’t even tell you that I loved you. I love you, Law. You know that, don’t you? God, are you really okay? I…”

This is exactly why he couldn’t just leave you. You were… perfect. You were separated for God knows how long and the first thing you ask about is his well-being? That’s not… all the Donquixote executives ever asked him was whether the mission was a success.

“I am fine. Yes, I do know. I love you, too, (Y/N)-ya. Yes, I am. The… I destroyed the SAD production facility. And Vice Admiral Vergo who was acting as a double ag-”

“I am glad, but I knew you were going to do it! I believed in you!”, your bright smile almost blinded him – and then he yelped when you cuddled further into him, burying your face in his jacket, “I’m so relieved you’re alright. I saw the state the others were in and – my God…”

Law shut you up with a surprisingly sensual kiss that made you open your eyes wide as soon as you felt it. His arms circled your waist as he dove in, teasing you ever so slightly with ghostly touches. His lips touched yours quite passionately as he leaned in to push his weight into you, holding you flush against him.

Honestly, he didn’t know where it came from, but hearing you voice your care for him… it did something. For once, his heart leaped, drumming against his chest with an angry beat that he feared would ring across the Sunny if it was any louder. And he no longer felt any remnants of envy towards any of the Straw Hats.

You were his in every way possible – and Law was yours, naturally.

Only you could understand him wordlessly.

You pressed another kiss to his forehead, softly caressing his stubbled jaw with your fingers.

His eyes immediately met yours in an intense stare that had him looking away after mere seconds. You shyly giggled while he took his hat back from you, pulling it into his face with a fake cough.

“So… you still love me, right? Even though I don’t like bread?”

“You…”, you laughed, fingering his black locks at the base of his skull while he pulled you into his lap to hold you even closer, “…idiot. Of course I do!”

“Good.”, was all that he whispered, “You’re… everything to me.”

And you knew that you would have to make a nice comfort meal for him tomorrow.

Law deserved it, because… he looked out for everyone but himself. You knew that he got injured. Sanji told you as much when your dear boyfriend angrily stomped out of the kitchen as Luffy cleared his plate for him. He probably performed surgery on himself – again and again.

And he wouldn’t tell you. You’ve read the letters he’s sent you… all he wanted was for you to be okay. In a way, this man was just like you.

You were glad that he could be selfish about this one thing at least, especially because it brought out his jealous side… who knew he could be so cute?

[hungermakesmonsters]

(It Is) What It Is

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Plot Summary : When Billy Russo realises that there is a certain class of wealthy clients who refuse to contract with Anvil because of his playboy reputation, he decides to alter their perception of him. You’re just a down on your luck PA, just trying to get by so when Billy offers to pay you to pretend to date him, you can’t refuse. But the last thing you expect is for Billy to pull you into his secret world of lust and debauchery.

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is a fic for 18+ only, minors DNI] Smut. There will be smutty themes throughout the story. Please check the warnings on each chapter if you choose to follow this story. 

Word Count : 6.2k

A/N : 😭 I'm not ready for it to be over...

CHAPTER ONE | CHAPTER TWO | CHAPTER THREE | CHAPTER FOUR | CHAPTER FIVE | CHAPTER SIX | CHAPTER SEVEN | CHAPTER EIGHT | CHAPTER NINE | CHAPTER TEN | CHAPTER ELEVEN | CHAPTER TWELVE | CHAPTER THIRTEEN | CHAPTER FOURTEEN | CHAPTER FIFTEEN | CHAPTER SIXTEEN | CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | CHAPTER EIGHTEEN | CHAPTER NINETEEN | CHAPTER TWENTY | CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO | CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE | CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR | CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE | CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Master List

Chapter Twenty-Seven

You slipped your fingers into his hair as you kissed him, loosely gripping the strands so that there was no doubt over what you wanted.

Him.

You wanted him. Wanted to be with him, wanted to hold him.

You’d spent the last few hours trying to ignore the tenderness between your thighs but, once you were in his arms again, it was all that you could think about. He let out a soft groan against your lips and all you wanted to do was press him back against the wall and sink to your knees for him.

But the sounds of the party around you quickly pulled you back to the moment, and you remembered where you were.

Later. Once you’d got him home and you’d finally had your talk, you would get on your knees for him and show him how much he meant to you.

Billy broke the kiss but lingered close, his forehead pressed to yours.

“We don’t have to stay,” he said. “We can go home right now.”

Had he read your mind or was he just thinking what you were thinking? 

You smiled and let your fingers slip from his hair and down to his shoulder. Your other arm remained firm around his waist, holding tight.

“We should stay a little while,” you said softly. “Just to see people.”

Honestly, it was the last thing you wanted, but it felt like it had been so long since you’d last done anything social. The last time had been the Hamptons and, well, you’d spent half of the time feeling like crap. And you still felt the adrenaline in your veins from being on stage, from calling Corrine out, and you wanted to get it all out before you went home with him.

“And, apparently, Catherine wants to see me,” you added.

Billy pulled a face but the expression vanished before you had the chance to figure it out. 

“Why?” He asked.

“I’m not sure. You know what she’s like,” you said, shrugging.

“Well, Karen and Frank want to see you first.”

His hand took hold of yours and, before you could even think to answer, he was pulling you through the party towards the bar and your friends.

Karen’s face lit up when you saw her, and it put to bed any lingering notion that she might be upset with you and Billy for deceiving her. Even Frank managed a smile.

“You were amazing,” Karen said, handing you a champagne glass.

“Thanks, I thought I was going to have a panic attack up there,” you said, earning a squeeze from Billy’s hand. “I still feel like my heart’s going a mile a minute.”

“You looked good up there,” Frank added.

Billy leaned in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Told you you’d be fine.”

“I think this calls for a toast,” Karen said, handing Billy a glass. “To facing fears with friends.”

You felt your cheeks heat a fraction, not with embarrassment but with a strange sense of fondness. You’d never really had this; friends, people who wanted to support you, people who cared.

You brought up your glasses, clinking them together, then you took a long drink.

“So, what’s the plan for the rest of the night?” Frank asked.

“Dancing, drinking, having fun,” Karen said, shooting you a grin.

“Lots of dancing,” you agreed. 

“Better make sure Bill doesn’t stand on your feet in those nice shoes,” Frank said.

“Fuck off, Frankie,” Billy remarked.

You gave his hand a squeeze and shook your head. “He’s actually a really good dancer. He does get a little handsy though...”

“I’ll bet he does,” said Frank.

You weren’t sure how to address the elephant in the room with either Frank or Karen, especially not with Billy at your side. They both knew that it wasn’t supposed to be real but - well, you weren’t even sure that it wasn’t real anymore. After the morning in his bed, finally having sex, and the talk he’d promised you later, it felt like everything had changed.

You talked amongst yourselves and you quickly noticed how strange it was, how easily you could talk to them and fit into their little group now. It felt like you were finally starting to find your place in life, finally finding people you could trust and be vulnerable with, and it was all because of Billy, because he had shown you that you didn’t have to always be alone.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Catherine and Leah and gave them both a wave, but your attention was quickly pulled back to Billy.

“Dance with me?” He said, giving a tug on your hand that left no room for discussion.

Of course, you let him pull you away to the dancefloor and smiled as his arms slipped around your waist. You placed your hands on his shoulders and let him lead.

“What’s going on?” You asked.

“I just...” he hesitated and a strange expression appeared on his face, “I wanted to have you to myself for a little while.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, you pressed your hand to his cheek, wanting to soothe whatever he was struggling with. Was he questioning what had happened between you that morning? Was he regretting it? Did he think you regretted it?

“You can have me to yourself as much as you want whenever you want,” you said, hoping he understood the deeper meaning of your words, hoping that he understood that you loved him.

The last thing you expected was for him to frown, to look at you like he had the weight of the whole world on his shoulders. He took your hand from his cheek and pressed it to his chest, right above his heart, letting you feel the way it was beating. The rattle and thump beneath his ribs was enough to make your own heart stutter.

“Billy...” you said softly, not sure what to say.

There were a million different questions in your mind but you had no idea where to start.

His chest rose as he took a deep breath. Then he forced a smile that did little to settle the worry that was brewing inside of you.

“It’s okay, little dove. We’ll talk about everything tonight,” he said, the arm around your waist pulling you closer. “Let’s just enjoy the moment.”

You managed a nod as he pulled you against him, resting your head on his shoulder and slowly dancing in time with the music. From time to time, you’d catch a flash of lightning through the windows or hear the distant boom of thunder as the rain outside became a storm.

A few songs passed before you lifted your head again. “I need to go to the bathroom. Why don’t you find Karen and Frank and get another drink.”

Billy seemed reluctant to let you go, but he slowly took a step back. “Are you sure you don’t want me to come with you?”

“I think someone might notice,” you said, smiling even as your cheeks warmed at the thought. “Besides, we’ve got all night...”

“Right,” he agreed. “Another glass of champagne?”

You nodded and turned, making your way to the bathroom. It was a challenge not to rush as you walked away from him, not wanting to spend more time than necessary away from him. All the while you found yourself wondering what was going on with him and why he was acting so clingy all of a sudden.

It took less than five minutes before you were heading back towards the bar where you could see Billy drinking with Frank and Karen. His eyes caught yours and he started to smile, but then his expression changed to something more like a grimace. You didn’t realise why until Catherine stepped out in front of you.

“There you are,” she said with a smile, “I was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

“Oh, no - sorry, I mean to come say hi, but things have been hectic, and Billy -”

“Yes, I suppose he wants to keep you near after everything,” she said, giving a knowing nod of her head. “I think your illness gave him quite a scare.”

“Yeah. I think I probably should have been more honest with him about a few things,” you said.

“Nevermind, you’ve got the rest of your lives together to figure out all of that,” said Catherine. “I just wanted to congratulate you on the good news.”

Good news?

You tried desperately to figure out what she meant, not wanting to ask in case it made you seem like you were out of the loop. You hadn’t seen Catherine since the hospital when -

“Do you mean what I said at the hospital?” You asked. “When I said Billy was my fiance, because -”

“Oh, no. William explained that to us. I mean the contract.”

“What contract?”

“Our new contract with Anvil to oversee security in our hotels, of course.”

“Oh,” you managed, feeling like the floor was crumbling beneath your feet. “Of course. That contract.”

“Obviously, it would have been nice to celebrate it straight away but you were still bedridden at the time, but now you’re better, I insist on taking you and William out for dinner,” Catherine continued.

Somehow you managed to maintain a believable smile despite the fact that your whole world was falling apart around you.

He’d gotten the contract with VDK, and he hadn’t told you.

You’d still been in bed sick, so it had been well over a week.

Was that why he was acting strange? Did he know it was all going to come out tonight?

Was that why he’d slept with you? Had he seen it as his last chance to fuck you before he ended your arrangement?

Catherine was still talking, but all you could hear was the ringing in your ears as your mind raced from one terrible thought to the next. You kept nodding and she kept smiling, oblivious to your turmoil.

“Well, I’ll let you get back to William. I need to go check in with Faye and make sure everything is running smoothly,” she said.

You nodded but before she walked away, you found yourself speaking, words seemingly coming from nowhere. “You should be proud of her, she’s been working really hard.”

Catherine’s smile widened at that.

And, as she left you alone, your eyes found Billy’s again. You weren’t sure what the look on his face was, but you didn’t want to think about it. You just turned and walked away.

You weren’t sure where you were going but when you found a door leading outside, onto a large balcony area, you didn’t even hesitate before stepping out into the storm. Cold wind and rain assaulted you the second you were outside but you kept going, kept moving until you reached the edge of the balcony.

Your chest ached and you struggled to fight back a sob.

He’d lied to you.

You loved him and he’d lied.

Freezing rain began to soak through your dress but you hardly noticed over the aching in your chest. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, like all the oxygen had been stolen away from you. 

“Little dove?” You startled at the sudden sound of his voice behind you, barely registering the concern in his voice. “What are you doing out here? You’re going to get cold.”

The rain on your face concealed your tears as you turned, but there was no hiding your pain from him.

“You got the contract with VDK.” A tremor ran through your voice. “You got the contract last week.”

He didn’t say anything but he did manage a reluctant nod.

“You lied to me.”

“I never lied,” he said.

“You kept it from me.”

“I wanted to tell you, I just -”

“Is that what this morning was really about? You wanted to fuck me before I found out that our arrangement was over?” You demanded, pulling your arms tight across your chest, trying to keep yourself from shaking.

“No, that’s not -” he struggled to find the words, “- I wanted to tell you, but I was scared you’d leave. I was scared that you’d want to end things.”

He took a small step forward but stopped the moment he noticed you angling yourself away from him.

“I just wanted more time to figure it out,” he continued, his voice breaking. “I thought that if I had more time I could show you how I feel and maybe convince you to stay, even if it was only for a little while longer...”

(Just a little while longer? So, not forever. He didn’t want you forever.)

“I can’t do this anymore.” It came out as a gasping sob and you pressed your hand to your mouth to keep more from spilling out.

Billy shattered in front of you, his reaction to your words was so visceral, so obvious, that you almost regretted them.

“Don’t say that. Please, don’t -” he tried, but you didn’t want to hear it.

“It hurts too much when you don’t feel what I do.”

“But I do,” he said, pleading with you to just listen to him. “That’s what I wanted to tell you - it’s what I’ve wanted to tell you for weeks. I know what I want. You. I want you, little dove.”

Weeks?

The night before the Hamptons... he’d tried to tell you that he wanted you and you hadn’t listened. 

You shook your head.

“But the arrangement, the contract... how can we -”

“I’ll give it all up,” he said. “I’ll go in there and tell everyone the truth if that’s what you need me to do.”

You’d never heard him speak with such raw conviction before, and you knew he was breaking just as much as you were.

“But it would ruin Anvil’s reputation, it would ruin you,” you said, your hand trying to scrub the rain and tears from your cheeks. 

“I don’t care. None of it matters if I don’t get to have you. I - I love you.”

Your heart skipped in your chest and you shook your head. How could Billy Russo love you?

“You can’t ruin your life for me,” you told him, pulling your arms tighter around you, trying in vain to ward off the cold that was eager to settle into your bones.

“You’re my life,” he answered. “You’re everything to me.”

This time when he stepped forward, you didn’t shrink back. You just watched, confused as he dropped to his knees in front of you, fumbling with his jacket pocket. The flickering lights of the balcony made it hard to see, but the moment lightning streaked across the sky, you realised what was in his hand.

A red Cartier ring box.

He opened it to reveal an elegant but understated engagement ring; three small diamonds set on a thin band of white gold. 

“I got this at the auction. I - I’ve been carrying it around for weeks, wanting to...” his voice broke and he forced an awkward breath, fighting off tears of his own. “I know I always fuck up and there’s something wrong with me... but, please, don’t ask me to go back to a life without you.”

Your heart raced as the penny finally dropped.

He was proposing to you.

Only, he wasn’t down on one knee asking. He was on both knees, begging you to love him, to choose him. After a lifetime of being left and abandoned, Billy thought that he had to beg for your love.

But, no - he’d never have to beg for that.

It all fell into place; the way Faye had shown you the Cartier collection at the auction, already knowing Billy had bid on a ring; Catherine’s surprise when she’d asked about your auction winnings and you hadn’t mentioned a ring; even Corrine’s shitty comment about a Cartier ring.

He wanted to marry you, and he’d had the ring for weeks.

(You could have had this conversation weeks ago, if you’d only let him speak.)

Your knees buckled and you ended up on the floor in front of him. Your trembling hands framed his face and you stared into his deep, dark eyes, trying to understand what was happening.

“Everything kept going wrong,” he said quietly. “I keep fucking everything up.”

“No. No, you don’t.”

“I never even thought I was capable of love,” he sniffed awkwardly. “I knew I wanted to keep you ever since that morning at Sophie’s store, but I thought the feeling would go away. I thought I’d be able to let you go. But when you got sick, I - I realised how much I love you and I’ve never been more scared.”

Lightning lit the sky again and your tears continued to fall.

“You love me?” You asked, and he nodded. 

He was still gripping the ring box so tightly, the unasked question seeming to get louder with every passing second.

“I don’t want to go back to a life without you either,” you managed to say, choking back another sob. “I love you too, Billy. I love you so much.”

When he looked at you like he didn’t believe you, or like he’d somehow misheard you, you closed the distance and pressed your lips to his. You kissed him fiercely, putting every ounce of your love into it, making sure there were no doubts in his mind. His arms pulled around you, and you felt the ring box against your back.

“I love you,” he muttered against your lips. “Please... marry me?”

“Yes.” You didn’t even pause to take a breath.

“Yes?”

You nodded and were quickly pulled back into another fiery kiss that lasted until a boom of thunder sounded overhead and brought you both crashing back down to reality.

“Let’s go home,” he said and, again, you nodded.

Before he got to his feet, he carefully slid the engagement ring onto your finger. It was a perfect fit - you weren’t sure how you’d manage it but, at that moment, you didn’t much care. He helped you to your feet and wrapped a possessive arm around you.

You wiped away your tears as he led you back towards the door. Not that it did much to help your overall appearance. The both of you looked like drowned rats, dripping all over the floor the moment you were back inside.

All it took was one person to notice and, soon enough, almost everyone was looking at you. Your cheeks heated and you pressed closer into Billy’s side, hating the attention.

“Whatever happened?” Catherine’s voice cut through the music and the muttering as she made her way towards you.

Your lips parted, but no words would come - how were you supposed to explain everything that had happened over the last ten minutes? 

“She said yes,” Billy spoke up, taking control of the situation. He lifted your left hand so everyone could see the ring. “We’re getting married!”

A surprised cheer went up around the room and, thankfully, for most people it was enough to satisfy their curiosity.

“I know I told you to propose somewhere romantic, but I didn’t quite mean in the middle of a thunder storm,” Catherine said, tutting as she took your hand from Billy to inspect the ring. She gave you a knowing smile. “I told you men like William talk with actions rather than words.”

Before you knew it the rest of the Van Der Koy’s were there to offer their congratulations, and so were Frank and Karen. It was overwhelming, and you were so glad that Billy was able to step up and answer all of their questions.

After everything that had already happened that day, it quickly started to feel like too much, and all you wanted to do was go home with Billy.

Eventually, you managed to find your voice and plucked up the courage to address Faye and Catherine. “Thank you so much for inviting us, we’ve had a lovely time, but I think we’d like to go home and celebrate now.”

No one questioned it or tried to convince you to stay (probably because you were both still dripping on the floor).

You rushed through goodbyes and made promises to see people soon. It felt like it took forever to get outside and, the moment you did, your arms wrapped around Billy's waist. You held him tight, not caring that his jacket and shirt were wet and close as you pressed your face to his chest.

“You okay?” He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, through your wet hair.

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “It doesn’t feel real.”

“It’s real, little dove,” he said without a hint of uncertainty. “My ring is on your finger, that means you’re mine now.”

The calm confidence in his voice had you relaxing, letting Billy take control of everything. Not because it was what he needed, but because you needed it. You didn’t have to worry or overthink when Billy was in control, you just held him tight and let him look after you.

“I’m yours,” you agreed. “And you’re mine.”

“Always, little dove.”

A minute later, you were bundled into the back of his car, and pulled against Billy’s side for warmth. If the driver had any thoughts about you and Billy soaking the backseat, he kept them to himself and quickly got you back to the penthouse.

Neither of you spoke until you were home, but in the elevator, your hand in his, you noticed Billy’s thumb brushing back and forth over the three diamonds set in the ring. You wondered if he needed to be reminded that it was real.

He turned as you stepped into the penthouse, taking your face in his hands. You got lost in his eyes for a few seconds, thinking about the life you were going to have together now that you’d both finally confessed your feelings.

“You’re all wet, little dove,” he said.

“You have that effect on me,” you answered, flashing a shy but playful smile.

“Do I?” 

Billy grinned as you nodded, his eyes dropping from yours to take in the soggy, sorry state of you. He must have been considering his options because, a second later, he shook his head and took your hand, pulling you through the penthouse to his bathroom. You half-expected him to run a bath but, instead, he reached into the shower and turned it on.

“Let’s get you warmed up,” he said as he reached behind you and started to unzip your dress. “I don’t want you getting sick again.”

You didn’t say anything, you just turned your attention to undressing him while he relieved you of your clothes. Heat quickly started to spread through your body as he unwrapped you like a present and committed every inch of exposed skin to memory. As soon as you were both naked, he pulled you into the shower and closed the door behind you.

Billy pulled you against him and you rested your head against his chest, the heat of the water quickly banishing the cold from your bones. You let out a contented sigh.

“Are you warm enough?” He asked in that soft voice that always betrayed his concern.

“You don’t have to worry about -”

“I do,” he interrupted. “You’re going to be my wife and I’m going to spend the rest of my life worrying about you.”

“Fine,” you retorted just as quickly. “But it goes both ways. If this is real now, then I get to worry about you too.”

He tensed and your arms tightened around his waist.

“I mean it,” you continued. “I want to be able to take care of you like you deserve, Billy. We’re in this together, and that means we take care of each other.”

“If that’s what you want,” he said, pulling back just a fraction so he could see your face, and he gave you one of those rare smiles that you loved so much.

“It is,” you told him, lifting your head and kissing him softly. “I want everything, Billy. Every single part of you.”

And, you decided, you were going to show him.

You kissed him again, this time lingering against his lips while your hands ran over the bare expanse of his chest, touching him in a way you’d never allowed yourself to before, with love and tenderness. You wanted him to know how much you loved him, and you knew he’d understand this best.

Your lips finally left his and you started to press kisses over each and every scar you could find on his torso, starting with the oldest; the one on his shoulder. His breath caught, but you didn’t stop or hesitate. From his shoulder you moved across his chest and down, dropping to your knees to kiss the faded mark on his abs, then the one at his hip. The whole time, Billy remained frozen, just watching you as you made your silent promises to care for him and love him.

When you stopped, you looked up at him from your place on your knees.

He cupped your cheek, tenderly caressing your skin with his thumb as water continued to cascade over both of you. When you remained on your knees, he realised what you were doing, what you were offering.

His thumb pressed against your lower lip and you saw his cock twitch in the periphery of your vision.

“Do you want to suck my cock, little dove?” He asked.

You nodded.

“Ask nicely.”

Your heart stuttered as he slipped into his dominant persona, and heat started to pool between your thighs.

You felt... free. Free to play his games, free to give yourself over to him completely. And, most importantly, free to love him without fear of rejection. 

Billy loved you, and you wanted to give him everything.

Your eyelashes fluttered in what you hoped was a seductive way.

“Please, Mr Russo, can I suck your cock?” You asked in a low, breathy voice, unashamed of betraying your growing arousal.

Something flickered across his face - surprise? No, thrill - at the question. Or, more likely, at you calling him that. He liked it. And you were going to use that to your advantage.

“How could I refuse when you asked so nicely?” He managed to keep his confident tone, even though his eyes betrayed his fraying control. Gripping his cock, he gave a couple of lazy strokes before pressing the tip to your lips. “Open up, little dove.”

Your lips parted and eagerly wrapped around him, tongue slipping over the tip before you started to take him deeper. This time there was no chance of interruptions and you were going to enjoy it. You were going to learn Billy the way that he had learned you.

You wrapped a hand around the base of him and chased every bob of your head with your fingers. That alone was enough to make Billy groan and swear, his fingers tangling in your wet hair. One day you wanted to let him take complete control, you wanted to let him use your mouth however he wanted. But tonight wasn’t the night for that.

Sinking lower, you gagged softly as he hit the back of your throat, and pulled back a fraction. The fingers in your hair loosened instantly, but you settled his worries when you looked up at him through your lashes and sank back down, this time avoiding the discomfort.

“You don’t -” he tried to say but ended up trailing off into a desperate moan as you swallowed the last few inches of him.

His fingers twitched in your hair when you paused, holding yourself in place for a few seconds. Then you pulled back, letting him fall from your lips as you gasped for breath. As you smiled up at him, proud of yourself, your hand continued to stroke him.

“Marry me?” He asked, breathless.

You laughed. “I already said yes.”

“Then marry me twice.”

You rolled your eyes and slipped him between your lips again, this time taking things a little faster, letting his pleasure build.

All you got was a groan of warning before he started to come. Your lips stilled but your hand kept going, making sure to wring every drop of pleasure from him, until you made him so sensitive that he squirmed away from you.

He pulled you to your feet and kissed you deeply, not caring about the taste he’d left in your mouth.

As he pulled you against him and tenderly started to wash your body, you found yourself slowly slipping into the wonderful, hazy static that you always found when he took care of you. He kissed your neck as he slowly and meticulously washed every inch of you, and you let him. You allowed yourself to be completely vulnerable to him, leaning back against his chest as he turned you and ran his soapy hands up your stomach and over your breasts.

It felt like a weight had been lifted from you, like you could finally breathe.

You were his and he loved you.

He was yours and you loved him.

When he was certain you were clean and warm, he turned off the water and lifted you out of the shower. He sat you on the counter and dried you, even going as far as to wrap your hair in a towel, then he put you in his fluffy bathrobe.

He dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist before carrying you to bed, putting you down and laying beside you. 

Your fingers slipped into his still-damp hair, a fond smile on your lips as you just stared at the beautiful man beside you. But something from earlier prickled in the back of your mind, pulling you out of the carefree static.

“Billy, what you said earlier... about there being something wrong with you...” you let the unasked question hang in the air, but continued when he didn’t try to explain or justify it. “Don’t ever say that to me again. There’s nothing wrong with you, and I don’t want you to ever think that there is, okay?”

He stayed silent.

“Okay?” You repeated with more force than even you expected.

“Okay.”

“Good,” you said. “I love you. That should be all the proof you need that there’s nothing wrong with you.”

He gave a nod but didn’t say anything. The pair of you fell back into a lazy sort of silence, just enjoying each other’s company.

“When did you know?” He asked after a few minutes. “When did you start loving me?”

You considered the question, trying to remember when your feelings had turned from that strange feeling of like to one of love. 

“I knew for certain that day on the beach,” you said with a fond smile. “When you carried me into the ocean, I realised that I loved you and - and how much it’d hurt if I ever lost you.”

Billy reached for you, his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek as a couple of tears escaped you.

“But, I think it really started that night you took me for Thai food - the first time you asked me to move in. At the end of the night, when you told me we should practice kissing and -”

He closed the distance between you in an instant, his lips finding yours and kissing you with the same eager intensity that he had that night. You pulled him closer, urging him towards you until the weight of his body was resting over yours. Little moans spilled from your mouth into his, muffled by the press of his tongue on yours.

By the time the kiss broke, you were breathless.

His eyes were teeming with emotion when he looked at you. 

“I love kissing you. Even at the start, I’d come up with reasons to kiss you just because I wanted to,” he confessed, his lips brushing against yours with every word. “I almost lost my mind not being able to kiss you when you were submitting to me.” 

You let out a soft laugh, then a sigh. “I thought I could stop myself from falling for you if I didn’t let you kiss me like that...”

“You were protecting yourself,” he said and pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You made me work to win you.”

“Hmm, in that case, maybe I should make you work a little harder,” you said playfully.

Without warning you clumsily pulled at the towel around his waist.

“Have you always been this insatiable or have I created a monster?” He asked, smiling and looking happier than you’d ever seen him.

“Why? Are you having second thoughts already?”

He pulled open your robe as you flung his towel across the room.

“Never,” he answered, that familiar, dominant tone sending a bolt of arousal through your body. “You’re mine now, little dove. And I’m never letting you go.”

Your legs parted, letting him settle between your thighs. A moan tore from you the moment he pressed down and started to grind the hard length of his cock against you, immediately rendering you wet and needy beneath him.

“I’m yours,” you agreed. “I’ll always be yours.”

His smile was almost enough to distract from the way he positioned your arms above your head and managed to grip both of your wrists with just one hand, pinning you beneath him. He kissed you again and you eagerly parted your lips for his tongue, already feeling the static buzzing in your head again. Your hips moved against his, desperate for more friction, desperate for more of everything.

But something made him pause. He looked down at you and you understood immediately; he was thinking about last night, about how you’d become overwhelmed while restrained.

“Green light, Mr Russo,” you said, hoping to squash his concerns.

A rumble sounded from the back of his throat and his grip on your wrists tightened.

“If you keep calling me that, it’s going to make working together very difficult,” he said.

“Sorry, Mr Russo,” you said, barely holding back a laugh. “But if I have to live with the memory of you bending me over your desk every time I -”

He silenced you with another kiss.

More needy noises started to escape you when his hand began to move down your body, his fingertips tracing every dip and curve. He paused on your breast for a moment, fingers teasing your nipple into a stiff peak before continuing downwards. When his hands slipped between your bodies, you readied yourself to feel his fingers inside of you again, quickly pushing you towards orgasm.

Instead, he took hold of his cock, and you moaned his name against his lips as he ran the tip through your folds. Clearly your playfulness had destroyed his patience. Good, you were equally impatient to feel him inside of you, to have him completely again.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned against your lips.

You didn’t have the chance to answer. His cock notched inside you and stole your breath. Your back bowed beneath him, your body anchored by his tight grip on your wrists. 

Billy took his time, sinking into you slowly just as he had the first time, and this time you knew for certain that it was because he was just as affected as you were. He stilled when he hilted, his free hand gripping your hip to keep you from moving beneath him and making him come too soon.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered.

“So are you,” you answered just as softly. “You feel so good, Billy.” 

He waited a few moments before starting to move, drawing back his hips, but keeping you completely immobilised beneath him. You didn’t struggle, didn’t pull against his hold on you to try and take more, you gave yourself over to him completely, trusting him to make it good for you.

And Billy didn’t disappoint. He started with slow, deep thrusts, letting you feel every inch of him, and just that was enough to have you coming and crying out his name. Your body trembled and shuddered as you shattered, and you found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into the haze.

“I love you,” he groaned, his hips picking up speed.

“Say it again,” you pleaded.

And he did, over and over. Punctuating each declaration with a thrust of his hips.

You came again, and there was no telling if it was because of the way he was fucking you or the words falling from his lips.

“I love you,” he said, again and again. “You’re being so good for me.”

It was all you wanted; to be loved by him, to be good for him. Pleasure filled your body and you felt like you might burst beneath him.

When his thrusts became stuttered and awkward, he let go of your hands, letting you slip your fingers into his hair and pull him to your lips again. You kissed him deeply as he came inside you, and you held him tight as you both came down from your highs.

“I love you,” he said, breathless and exhausted.

“I love you too,” you said, already half asleep beneath him, exhausted but happier than you’d ever been. “I can’t wait for tomorrow... and the day after... and every day I get to spend with you...”

A/N : 😭 😭 I can't believe it's finally over (well, okay, I can, I just don't want to). There is going to be an epilogue to tie up a few loose ends and give these two a proper send off, but I hope that you all like this ending as much as I enjoyed writing it. I wanted some last minute drama to finally get them both to confess their feelings and I hope the pay-off was worth it. I'll let you know next week what I'm planning on doing after wrapping this series up (I've got a few short-term ideas but I will also be doing another poll at some point with the remaining three fic idea from the last poll)

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[enmoana33]

AFTERMATH

*repost from the old (now) deleted acc*

AFTERMATH

(x)bestfriend!yandere!jake x victim!y/n reader

warnings: yandere content, handcuffed/bound (not sexually), implied smut but not written because I'll screw it even more. Also rushed. (Not edited since last year).

I’ve come back with another short fic and this happens after ‘the professor’ story.  Reblogs and positive comments would be much appreciated. EDIT: I’m back 😃 originally from @jaeneohee which is my old account*

(photo from pinterest)

You were stuck.

There was no escape for you even if you did give in to him. Though you never put up a fight against him, you just knew that you were never getting out of this.

You've seen him angry, you've seen him mad and you don't dare cross the line with him.

"My sweet love" his voice comes out husky as he feels your movements in bed. "Did you get a good sleep?"

"Yes Jakey" your voice came out soft. Your mind has been awake for a good hour but you pretended to sleep just so you wouldn't face him.

He was cuddled up behind your back in his king size bed, with his arms drapped securely around your waist keeping it locked incase you'd try to escape his hold.

The man you thought was your bestfriend, was infact a completely different person after the events with Professor Jongseong happened who had disppeared since that time.

That was 9 months ago.

"Are you sure baby?" he inches closer to your neck causing you to shiver a little when you felt his warm breathe brush against your exposed skin. "Because you’ve been stiff for a while now"

you felt embarrassed like a deer being caught red handed and you were feeling very stiff. Not because you were stuck with Jake but he had your hands cuffed to the bed though it wasn't entirely uncomfortable as the Chains were long enough for you to move around comfortably.

"I swear I'm fine Jake. I just..."

He moves your body turning you around so you could face him. His morning visuals were no joke, Jake was absolutley handsome but you really wished you weren't in this position, so you avoided looking into his eyes.

"You just what, hm? Come on baby tell me whats bothering you" his hand comes up to hold your jaw gently and tilts it up to his forcing you to look at him.

"my wrist hurts" you answered honestly pulling your hands up to see how tight the cuff was on you and you could see red marks starting to appear.

"Baby, you know why you have that on you right?" he looks at you with a soft look and starts to leave kisses on your arms, showing that he cared and did feel bad. You sighed in defeat and nodded.

"You tried to leave me the other night and I had to punish you for that"

"I-I know and I'm sorry, i just wanted to see the night sky" your voice was shaky " just wanted to see the stars"

"Well then you should've been smart and told me about it" his hands come up to your hair caressing it. "You had me scared and worried. Thought maybe that asshole would find you and try to take you away from me again. You understand?"

"I do, I'm sorry"

"I forgive you baby...but these cuffs are still not coming off" he says causing you to sigh in disappointment, all hopes thrown out the window.

"Unless you can convince me to take them off of you" his eyes suddenly became dark and seductive telling you exactly what he wanted.

You definitely weren't in the mood for it right now and for a moment you were considering to keep these tight cuffs on you but you couldn't bare another day of being stuck like this.

"H-How would you like me to convince you?" your eyes looked up to him innocently. Through this small action, he felt his pants become tight and his breathe was slightly caught in his throat.

"I'm hungry, my love" his hands started to roam your body slowly as he kisses all over your face and neck "Let me have you for breakfast"

"Jake..."you whimpered as you felt his fingers approach your private part.

"I bet you'll taste sweet, my love"

***a few hours later***

By afternoon, Jake was over-the-moon satisfied and you earned your freedom from those cuffs. You hated to admit it, but you enjoyed what Jake had done to you.

However it doesn't change the fact that you will forever be stuck with your bestfriend or to him ‘his sweet love.’

[rc-catalog]

It's finally time for what you all have been waiting for! Yep, time to reveal our newest Creator of the Month!! (Drumroll, please) Please, put your (figurative) hands together and welcome Liz, aka @reneedenoailles, as the new Creator of the Month!! Our team would like to give her huge congratulations!! She is someone who has been in the fandom for a while, and her hard work, resilience and dedication to telling her stories—and such wonderful stories at that—to the world are something we admire a lot! She was also a mod of the confessions blog and is now a very helpful addition to the Catalog team as well! ❤️ She found RC by accident, but we are so happy she did, because how else would we have got to see her amazing work? Underneath the page break, you will find, as always, a short interview with the winner.

💬INTRODUCE YOURSELF!

Hi!! I'm Liz <33 Some of you probably have already seen me around the fandom, I'm a relatively active member! I'm 20 years old, I'm an English student & I love hanging around here in my spare time. My favourite stories are (of course) Vying for Versailles, Theodora, Shakespeare's Code & Soulless, and my favourite LIs include Maria Theresa (VFV), Jack (TDR), John (THE), and plenty more!

💬WHEN AND HOW DID YOU DISCOVER ROMANCE CLUB? WHAT DREW YOU IN, AND WHAT MADE YOU STAY?

So, it's actually a funny story. I discovered it when I was in high school—me & a friend were sat in the back of the class, and we were bored—so, we decided to check out those VN apps that have ads of them online, and come to find out, one of them's RC! The first story we tried was VFV—of course—and while she didn't stick, I actually ended up playing it at home, but as it only had one season, I ended up playing OTI (who also only had one season then) & forgetting about it. A lot of time later, I remember it and decide to see what the app is up to, and so then I played it right on the January update, and since, I've been hooked & joined the Tumblr fandom right away!

💬HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN CREATING? WHAT FIRST SPARKED YOUR PASSION FOR IT?

I frankly don't remember. I do think I tried my shot at Wattpad fame at 13, and it was BAD. But I do think writing's always been my passion, I've always felt a certain calling to it, to words especially. And since then, writing's always been my thing to do.

My first ever RC fic was They Behead Valets, Don't They? which I actually wrote in class last year instead of listening. Looking back now, I could definitely improve it, but I think I was so starry-eyed when I first published it because it was my first way of putting myself out there!

💬DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR FIRST EVER CREATION?

Oh my god, unfortunately, I do, it was complete plagiarism. It was a full English translation of a book series I liked, but the characters were all replaced with characters from a TV show I liked. 

I must've been about 13! Luckily, I gave up, like, one page in, but that was definitely something. Little Liz did not know what plagiarism was, lmao.

💬DO YOU HAVE ANY RITUALS OR HABITS WHEN YOU CREATE?

I try to listen to music that fits the vibe of the story! Usually, I try to associate a specific song to whatever I'm writing, so I can loop it, but if I can't or just don't feel like looping, I generally just listen to stuff that I could see playing out for the fic. I also try to make sure I'm hydrated & not hungry, so I don't interrupt myself. 

💬IS THERE A PIECE OF ADVICE YOU WOULD GIVE TO YOUR YOUNGER SELF? OR TO READERS?

To middle school me: WRITE. LONGER. CHAPTERS. 1-minute reads do not keep your 3 Wattpad readers from the other side of the globe hooked, Lizzie!!!!!!

To anyone else: do not feel embarrassed to publish! Whether it be art, writing, edits, whatever you create! I get it can be a bit scary, especially when you're new in a fandom, but you totally should go for it!

💬CHOOSE 3-5 OF YOUR FAVOURITE WORKS AND RAMBLE AWAY!

(1) The Lonely Fall of a Royal Mistress: A Most Lamentable Tragedie [Renée de Noailles x Louis XIV]

okay, this fanfic... this was a result of me brainstorming a lot and LET ME TELL YOU this took MONTHS to complete & i think it shows. this absolute monster of a fic who ultimately came out just how i wanted it to. this piece was inspired also because at the time i was listening to a lot of like. sad music, so that really just fueled me you know. i believe i started writing it last year ? anyway this piece is extremely personal to me and i love it so very dearly !! fun little fact, this was actually supposed to end a little differently, with victoire's execution, but i decided it would hit harder if i didn't show her being executed.

(2) Un Désir Assassin [Renée de Noailles x Alexandre Bontemps]

soooo this one was kind of a comeback ? the valentines' event inspired me, i actually had more ideas coming up but the hit of uninspiration hit me. either way, this was something that i had thought of for a while, thanks to headcanons & such ! as you guys may have seen i have a very Random uploading schedule, but i'm trying to work on it 😔

(3) Infidélité [Renée de Noailles x Madame de Montespan]

this is why i love catalog prompts they're always a good way to get inspired <3 this is more self-indulgent smut partly because a) i wanted to show i can write more than angst and b) i love crackships / more underrated pairings, and i wanted to write up something for my girl julie <3 this is a piece i look to with a lot of joy :)

(4) The Azure Letter [Lane x Anna]

pride month so i chose to wrote these two ! i was actually super nervous about writing & even moreso posting it, since i had never written for hsr before. i think subconsciously i also wanted to show that i could write more than one story - also i just didn't have much inspiration for vfv. i wanted to keep the essence of what sasha had written - especially for lane's character - but i still wanted to appropriate it and make it mine. and i think i did a pretty good job ! though i don't know if topping sasha's a big achievement…

(5) The Highs Without the Lows [Lane x Greg]

my newest & freshest baby ! i've noticed there wasn't much greglane content at all, so i felt like gracing them with a big oneshot ! they deserve it <3 much more on the lighthearted side, this is definitely one of if not my favorite piece i've ever written & i hope you guys like it as much as i do ! fun fact, my main idea was "gas station chaos" while writing - and while brainstorming, i was having several ideas, such as an abomination bursting through the gas station or something, but this is what i came up with eventually !

Once again, congratulations Lizzie! 🌹

[gammaraydeath]

i have a bit of a preoccupation with imagining this really specific scene for a fic and it's like a pivotal character moment but there's also sex and idk how to talk about it without sounding like a pervert. like yeah i run this scene in my head at least once a day but it's only because i'm trying to strike the perfect emotional note and i haven't quite found the right formula yet. like nobody's gonna believe my motivations here given my track record

[axolotsofluv]

𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 [𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

a/n: *sighs* I should be studying but here we are. This is meant to be a little self-indulgent piece bc everything I hear about the current quest is nothing short of soul-crushing. unlike shaoji, I'm not lying when I say that this as a light-hearted story so please enjoy (；∀；) p.s. dividers by @bbyg4rlhelps

taglist: @naenaex0xx, @silvermah, @chokifandom, @digitalspool, @winteryreads. Anyone who wants to be added, just let me know :D

synopsis — you didn't think you were treated any differently by phainon. But as you were preparing to leave amphoreus, you were told that apparently the fancy souvenirs he gave you might indicate something else entirely. (TL;DR an AU where everything gets magically resolved and you go home) word count — 1.9k

“Hey, guys. I'm recording our… um, last hours here in Amphoreus before we board the Express again." Caelus adjusts the phone in his hand, brows scrunched up in concentration, before he continues, "we've said our goodbyes to everyone, but honestly, I don't think the waterworks were necessary. It's not like we'd never stop by again.”

He begins to walk.

“Dan Heng's getting our luggage ready for when the crew comes down here to pick us up. Here, this is our… stuff,” he angles the camera to capture a pile of bags stacked in an orderly fashion, “we went here with little baggage and came home with a lot. The citizens gave us more than we anticipated, but then again, I guess that shouldn't be all too surprising for us considering what we did. And honestly? I'm not complaining. I'm not one to turn down free stuff. But, um… just letting you in on this. One of us here… got more than the rest.”

The camera whips towards you, shifting the focus to your face adorned in a faint pink hue.

“So… [name], mind telling us what gifts you got from a certain Chrysos Heir?”

Your shoulders raise in alarm and a near imperceptible trace of embarrassment. “H-Hey… don't make a fuss. It's not like you and Dan Heng weren't given anything by him.”

A snicker is heard from behind the camera. “That's because we didn't. At least, nothing as significant as yours. I definitely don't remember receiving anything of personal value.”

You turn your body away as you rub your neck. 

“C'mon! Tell the Crew what you got! Yo, guys, one of us got special treatment!”

The camera goes dark, echoing rustles and some muffled voices. 

“Okay, okay… give us the tea, [name]. Tell us what you got.” The camera lens zones in on Caelus as he nudges your side. “What did the Phainon of Aedes Elysiae get you?”

Despite his question, he aims decisively at the camera at the long golden plate covered in breathable cloth used mainly for edible goods during transport.

“Um… Phainon got me fish from his hometown. A thoughtful souvenir, in my opinion.”

Caelus draws his face closer to the camera as if to whisper something to the viewers. “Souvenir, my ass. It's a courting gift.” He removes himself from view and opts to put all the focus on you. “[name], I know you're not telling us the full story. Come on! Stop being so secretive! Tell us more!”

You rolled your eyes. “You're so nosy. Are you sure this isn't just you being jealous?”

“Damn right I'm jealous. You got this much delicious food that could last you an entire week!”

“The other Chrysos Heirs gave you something too! Stop acting like you weren't given anything!”

“Stop deflecting!” The camera shows Caelus’ hand pointing at you in an accusatory manner. “Now, hurry up and spill! Tell us more about this gift.”

It's obvious to Caelus by the indignant frown on your face that you prefer to be anywhere else than here, bothered non-stop by his persistent probing. A beat passes in charged silence, and Caelus is ready to bolt if you decide to retaliate physically. Until finally, you give in with a huff. 

“Okay, okay… Phainon brought me to his hometown the other day and told me all about the place. He gave me a brief tour around the village, showed me where he lived and even where his parents work—”

“Oh~ introducing you to your future in-laws. How sly of him.”

“Don't interrupt me!” You shoot a weak glare at the smirking Nameless behind the camera. “A-And afterwards, he brought me to the lake where he talked about the fish there. Said it was the best in Amphoreus.”

“So, he caught a big one for you?”

“You should've seen him. He immediately jumped into the water before I could even say anything.” You burst into a fit of laughter, blissfully unaware of Caelus' intrigued look at the subtext of what his hasty actions implied. “When he got out, he brought the fish home and we waited for his clothes to dry on a hill. And then, when we got back, he told me I could walk around for a bit while he cooked the fish. And… yeah! That's about it.”

You're greeted by an awkward pause, and the camera is whipped around to capture Caelus’ comically bewildered expression. 

“Yo… [name], he's courting you.”

“What? Seriously? Caelus, don't joke around—”

“N-N-No, I'm being serious. I don't think he was just being a hospitable tour guide.”

A breeze flies between the two of you; the silence remains unbroken. The serious way he relays that information makes your stomach churn with something fluttery yet uncomfortable. 

“Oh…” You glanced down, fidgeting. 

“What else did he give you?” Caelus walks closer to the smaller heaps of items placed adjacent to the cooked fish.

“Just some antique stuff.” You kneel down and carefully lift another object swathed in fine fabric. Once the wrapping comes undone, Caelus switches to his front camera to record his slack jaw. 

“[name]...” He starts slowly, the teasing glint completely gone from his face. “This looks expensive.”

“Phainon didn't say where it's from specifically. Just that it's a treasured possession he managed to bargain from one of the stores in Marmoreal Market.”

“From Theodoros?”

The camera switches perspective and locks in on you. 

“[name]... I want you to hold my hand while I say this.” You take his outstretched hand in spite of your bemusement. “I've helped him detect fake treasures before, and he imparted quite a lot of things about the items he encountered in his years of doing treasure appraisal. This—" He emphasizes his point by carrying the dolium and nearly shoving it in your face. "—is an extremely rare artifact. A highly sought out piece of earthenware.”

You both stare at each other like a pair of birds whose gaze reflects absolutely zero thoughts behind them. 

“Oh my gosh… didn't Phainon mention that he doesn't get lucky often? His purchases turns out unlucky more often than not.” You slap a hand over your mouth as the gradual revelation pieces itself together. “You don't think he… gave me one of the rare good ones from his collection, do you?”

“I was about to call him a simp, but I think he deserves more than that title.” Caelus steals a glance at the camera, his voice dropped to a hushed murmur. “He's probably way past that point.”

“Do you think this garment is also of high quality?”

Your distraught comment prompts him to arch a brow. 

“He gave you clothes… on top of the fish and dolium?”

When you respond with a wordless nod, he has to smother the crackle of jealousy that burns inside him. Seeing you receive all these luxurious gifts makes him feel as though he is witnessing a friend win the lottery. 

By the time he's done stirring in envy, his jaw nearly crashes to the floor at the sight of the garment in your hands. 

“[name], what the hell!? That's one of the expensive ones in Aglaea’s catalogue.”

“What!?” You both pull a face in sync. 

“The ones for sale are limited in stock! And by that, I mean there's less than a hundred of them. How did he get this!?”

“Oh, man! Now I feel bad! But I can't return these! That'll hurt his feelings!”

You fold the piece of attire with utmost care and calculation, setting it back inside the finely crafted box tailored to match the garment and offer it protection without sacrificing an ounce of the aesthetic value.

"Don't tell me he gave you more!"

Caelus is all but having a meltdown right now. Sure, the two of you plus Dan Heng had been more than just heroes of Amphoreus. You all put your life on the line for a planet that you've set foot on for less than a quarter of your lifetime, and helped avert any and all forms of catastrophe from coming to fruition. He shouldn't be surprised if the gratitude of the people here in Amphoreus were conveyed through plentiful gifts and endless praise, but something tells him that the way Phainon is gifting you all these things conceal something more than just gratitude and a sense of camaraderie.

He would know, after all neither he nor Dan Heng received anything as excessive or as personal as you.

“He's bleeding himself dry for you!”

“Don't say that!” You lightly slap his shoulder. “M-Maybe… it was something that Aglaea gave him. I mean, they're pretty much family to each other, I'm assuming. Is it so surprising that the revered Deliverer got something expensive and intricately handcrafted by the Goldweaver herself?”

Caelus picks up on the nervousness that lies beneath your forced optimism. “You're not buying your own lie.”

“Please! I can't bear the thought of him draining his bank account for me!” You're so deep in your own distress that you fail to catch Caelus’ longing stare at the collection of high value souvenirs you got. 

“I wish someone would splurge this much on me…”

Before you can reprimand him for his words, you both sense a familiar presence approaching. In an almost comically synced fashion, you both swerve your heads to the sight of the aforementioned guy walking up with his signature charming smile. 

“Hey, you two! Is everything alright over there?”

“Phainon!” 

Caelus raises a questioning brow at Phainon’s smile seemingly widening as he draws closer to you instead. His camera is still recording everything, and he's nothing if not nosy and bothersome with no intentions of letting this opportunity slip by. 

He subtly aims the camera at you both, zooming in on Phainon's face enough to capture the minuscule twitches and crinkles every time you respond to him. 

“Do you two need help carrying these?” Phainon gestures at piled up luggage. 

“We should be fine. I don't want to trouble you anymore than we alrea—”

“Hey, what's with the reluctance?” He inclines his head towards you ever so slightly, mindful of the space between you while also indulging in his desire for a speck of proximity. “I'm more than happy to help.”

“I know I've probably said this a lot of times, but thank you.” You don't think it's physically possible, but Phainon's face grows radiant. “Truly. For the gifts. Especially the gifts. You've been an amazing host and companion to us."

“I'm glad it's to your liking. I want to make sure that you leave Amphoreus with nothing but the absolute best piece of it.” He flashes you his trademark grin, the one he shares with children and elders, the one he sports when he greets the vendors in Marmoreal Market. Maybe it's a trick of the light, but even his regular smile feels more blinding than usual. 

It almost takes your mind off the fact that this man is burning through his own life savings just to buy you parting gifts. 

Somewhere not too far away, Caelus stands unmoving, positioning his camera at you and Phainon like a paparazzi whose rent is due. 

“Look at them, guys.” He makes gagging noises. “Can you believe they're that dense? Aeons, you can just see his tail wagging non-stop. How does one resemble an excited puppy so much?”

From within the screen of his phone, your silhouette huddles close to Phainon's. One would argue that it's actually the opposite. But seeing him outstretch his hand towards like you like a freezing man would towards a fire, seeking comfort yet afraid of touching; and the way he seizes your hand with nimble force whenever you so much as touch one of your carry-on as if to prevent you from doing a task he deems is reserved solely for him, Caelus has a not-so-arbitrary inkling that Phainon would probably spend even more on you if he could. 

He decides to end the recording when he sees something sticking out of the warrior's pocket. 

He ends up keeping the camera rolling, zooming, zeroing in on the object when the man himself extricates it from his pants and presents it to you. 

The image in his screen sharpens from its previously blurry state. 

A bracelet—brown strings, white beads with a few blue ones. Something glints at the center. By the time Caelus recognizes the sun shape, he's jamming his thumb at the ‘stop’ button with a frustrated yell. 

“Oh, c'mon! Yeah, right! ‘Not courting’, my ass!”

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPxDC prompt: Danny is Chronos' first child.

Well, not his first child biologically, to be completely honest.

It just so happened that the Phantom very often helped/helps/will help Clockwork at different times and his presence next to the titan required an explanation.

And the opportunity to call Zeus a little brother is worth a lot, right? So when the Ancient came up with this idea Phantom did not resist just to have such a pleasant bonus from their cooperation.

However, in the time of the gods and heroes, such a solution was not a problem. But in modern times, when Phantom tries to attract as little attention as possible in order to graduate from university, such relatives are more likely to cause a lot of problems.

~~~~~

Wonder Woman: Uncle Danny?

Superman, who wanted to chase away a teenager serenely strolling through still smoking battlefield, turns to Wonder Woman, who is waving affably at excactly this guy.

Well, Fenton honestly happened to be in Fawcett City by accident, and it just so happened that by chance it was on this sunny and cloudless day that the villains decided to cause riots worthy of the attention of the founders of the Justice League.

Danny: Diana! My dear, it seems like we really haven't seen each other not for a long time! In what century was it? Ah, I honestly, I barely remember it... The speed at which children grow up defies the laws of time. I mean, look at you! Your mother must be so proud. How's Dad? Still not paying child support, arrogant bastard?

Wonder Woman: Oh, uncle, please. I'm all grown up now, don't worry about me.

Danny: Hm, well, let's get back to this question later. I didn't want to embarrass you in front of your friends. Anyway, would you like to introduce them, little princess?

Wonder Woman: Of course, meet Kal El, Batman, and Shazam. The rest of the guys have already returned to our base. Would you like to...

Danny: Ooh, you're talking about, um... What do you young people call it? The Justice League, right? During my youth, the heroes rarely united and mostly performed all the feats alone. It's good that you help each other, kids.

Danny flies up a little to pat Superman and Batman on the head.

Under the Diana's gaze full of hope that they will get along with her uncle, the men do not move.

In the background:

Red Hood and Robin who used to hang out with Danny near the Lazarus pits: *sounds of seagulls dying of laughter*

~~~~~

Flash: So you're Diana's uncle?

Danny: Yes, call me Danny.

Flash: Cool, cool...

Danny: What does the temperature have to do with it? Do you need ice? Let me make some for you.

Flash: No, it's like,um, I didn't know that Zeus has a younger brother with that name. So, it's good to know?

Danny: Hmm, thanks. Many people tell me that I look quite young, hah. But actually I'm his older brother, so...

Flash: Older? Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to disrespect.

Danny: No, it's all right. It's "cool". I rarely appear on the pages of your human myths and legends, I know it. After all this business about Chronos devours his own children, my father punished me for a long time. So, yeah...It's a funny story.

Flash: Punished for what? How?

Danny: Uh, sitting in a room at a time when there is no Internet or electricity is not fun at all. You see, I just didn't want a younger brother or sister because I was afraid that my parents would pay less attention to me. So, I made up this stupid prophecy and persuaded Gaea to tell it in order to remain the only child in the family. My father would never have thought that I would decide to kill him, that's why...Phah, it's just a bad family story. In 10 thousand years, we'll all laugh about it.

Flash: Yeah, that's... funny.

~~~~

Danny *is woken up by an emergency call from the League at three in the morning, although he fell asleep at two o'clock* (he gave his contact so as not to upset his niece): I knew this would happen! I knew it!

~~~~

Billy Batson *stands in his human form in front of the Justice League and doesn't know what to say*,*sweating nervous*.

Danny *enters the hall*: What's up, mortals, Diana and...Batman? My father said that there is something that I have to be here for. Oh! Well, at least someone in this family is also a shapeshifter. Have you decided to make a younger form so that your uncle doesn't feel lonely? What a good boy! Usually everyone is so afraid to seem like children, once they turn a couple of centuries old. Ah, youth~

Billy: Yeah, I decided to..experiment? and it seems I got stuck by accident.

Danny: It's okay, Uncle Danny will help you. Come on, let's go...

~~~~

Danny *teleports them to the Fawcett City*.

Billy: ....

Danny:

Billy: Hey, I'm still stuck!

A new portal opens and a man in a purple cape hands Billy a note. "Go to Constantine. P.S., my son always completes all assignments only by half, sorry." written on it.

Billy: Oh... OoOhHh!!!

~~~~

Meanwhile, Constantine, who is forced to do additional work: Son of a bi... beloved and respected Master of Time.

Danny: Yeap, that's me.

Constantine: Damn it. Couldn't you just let Batman adopt him like in other timelines?

Danny: And where's the fun in that?

[littlcdarlin]

Your Sweet Divine

summary: The only cardio you enjoy is sex with Joel, and even if it's not quite what the doctor ordered, he'll oblige to keep his little girl healthy. warnings: dd/lg, reader calls Joel Dad, incest play (explicitly stated they're not related), big age gap (50s & 20s), discussion of body image, reader has a strained relationship with her physique, Joel is patient and sweet but stern, Joel calls reader kiddo, praise kink, orgasm delay, shy reader, please read the author's note bc I do not have the energy to get cancelled

note: hey, so. I don't know what the fuck this is, but I dedicate it to the girls who got picked last every single time when the kids were choosing teams in P.E. class...just please be aware that although reader's body type isn't technically being described (except for her having long-ish hair), I don't know how to write for another body type than mine, and I'm super scrawny in the non-athletic, 9 year old boy way, so if that might not be relatable or even triggering, it's okay to skip this one! There'll be more stories soon, including these kinds of kinks. If you're not into calling Joel Dad, that's understandable and probably very sane of you, but no reason to insult any of the people who are <3 now, enjoy reading!

"I don’t wanna go."

Joel furrows his brows at your petulance and crosses his arms in front of his broad chest. You wrap your arms around your legs and dig your toes into the soft sofa cushions. It would be so easy to just stay on the couch all day and make Joel watch some shitty reality tv show with you.

"The doctor said twice a week minimum."

You huff and don’t meet his eye.

"Sweetheart?"

You can’t help it, your eyes flicker upwards at the pet name, and although Joel’s expression is stern, you detect gentleness, too.

"I just…I hate running."

Joel walks over to you and squats down in front of you, his face still almost the same height as yours. He wraps his fingers around your ankles and massages you gently with his thumbs.

"’N why’s that?"

You shrug, look away, rest your chin on your knees, look at Joel again. He’s waiting patiently for an answer.

"I’m not…you’ve never seen me do sports. I’m awful at it."

Joel hums, and presses a kiss to your knee.

"You’re not s’posed to run a marathon, baby, just get your lungs up to speed again."

Of course Joel Miller wouldn’t get it, not with a biceps and frame like his. There is no way he was ever picked last to be on a volleyball team. Or soccer. Or softball.

"It’s embarrassing," you admit, "I don’t want people to see me. And I really really hate it. It’s no fun at all, just makes me ache all over and feel like a...like a weakling or a grandma."

You words are childish and you know it. It’s not supposed to be fun, it’s supposed to expand the volume of your lungs again after a bad case of pneumonia struck you down during the summer. What you should do is grit your teeth and start training like any responsible adult, but you just can’t bring yourself to feel like you did at twelve years old, embarrassed for your chest to be aching so much sooner than anybody else’s while running. Joel’s eyes are watchful, and you sigh.

"Fine," you mumble, "fine, fine, fine, fine. I’ll fucking go run, and then proceed to feel bad about myself for three to four weeks."

But Joel’s hands are unrelenting and don’t slip from your ankles, don’t allow you to put your feet on the floor like you intended.

"Want me to come with you? ’M not as fit as I used to be either. You can laugh at me ’f ya want."

He’s so sweet about it, you almost smile, but the idea is still mortifying.

"I could never look you in the eye again if you saw me all sweaty and out of breath."

Joel cocks an eyebrow.

"I enjoy seein’ you sweaty and out of breath, kiddo."

There seems to be a palpable shift in the air between you, and your breath hitches slightly.

"I-that’s…it’s different."

You can tell Joel is slightly amused now, and the way he rubs your ankles seems to be with slightly more intent, a little more sensual than before.

"No difference at all, baby. ’S both cardio."

That makes you smile against your will, and Joel is visibly satisfied by your bad mood lifting.

"If it’s both cardio, why do I have to go running? Might as well…"

Your voice trails off. Even after all this time with Joel, all the filthy things he has had you say and do, you can’t bring yourself to call what you two do fucking, not in casual conversation.

Joel considers you for a moment, your propped up knees to keep the world at bay, your slightly pink cheeks, the petulant way your arms are crossed.

"Alright," he says, "no runnin’. But you’re doin’ all the work, baby, ’s not supposed to be a picnic."

You frown at him – you might enjoy getting on your knees for his pleasure whenever he wants you to, but you’ve never liked being on top – he calls you babydoll, doesn’t he? Might as well treat you like one.

"Your choice, kid."

You mumble something incoherent that Joel would chastise you for if he had caught it, then take a deep breath and nod.

"Fine," you agree, "but only if–"

"I don’t think you’re in any position to bargain, sweetheart. What d’you think the doctor’s gonna tell me if you’re still having problems at your next appointment, hm?"

He knows his words make your insides twist with want, you can see it in his eyes. The doctor wouldn’t tell Joel anything at all, and you both know it – but you enjoy this game just as much as Joel does, this play-pretending of him being more of a guardian than most people would deem morally right. Whenever you think about it too hard, the tingle in your stomach turns into guilt, but now, with Joel hovering over you, broad and sure and old enough to really be that guardian, you only feel the familiar flame of desire starting to lick at your insides. Joel clocks the way your legs shift slightly, and he smiles.

"There we go, sweetheart. You gonna talk back again?"

"No, Dad."

There it is, that name that would make anyone faint if they listened in. Already, you feel your stomach start to pull tight. Joel gets up and pushes your knees down gently, so that your feet are planted on the floor. You reluctantly obey his touch, still not entirely convinced of this plan. Still, you let him pull you to your feet, his eyes drifting over your form, half assessing, half hungry. You like the clothes you’re wearing, but they’re distinctly un-sporty. Lace and bows and buttons.

"Don’t look at me like that," you grumble, all of a sudden irrationally worried Joel is doing this to shape you into someone he deems more desirable, but his fingers under your chin are gentle when he lifts it up to have you look at him.

"You’re as pretty as they come," he says in that gentle way of his that simultaneously feels so stern, "’s not about looks, sweet girl. You gotta work those little lungs of yours, and when you’re all healthy again, we’ll find you a sport you enjoy, hm? I’ll take ya horseback ridin’, or swimming’. Whatever you’d like."

That thought cheers you up slightly. You don’t enjoy flying balls and angry teammates, but floating through nothingness on your own or having a horse let you guide it is something you think you can get behind. Much more than any of the things the doctor recommended.

"Okay," you agree, and finally you can’t hear that terrible attitude you were giving Joel in your voice anymore, finally you’re back to being the sweet girl he likes you to be. Your stomach flutters looking up into his warm face lined with wrinkles, both from sorrow and joy you never got to see, because you had not been born yet. The thought shouldn’t be arousing. This game you play isn’t really about pretending to be related, it’s not even about control or a discrepancy of power. It’s about a certain lack of conditions that comes with loving Joel, and him loving you. The way you’re able to let him hold your fears and worries for you, and trust him to turn them into something else.

"Up," Joel says softly, and you lift your arms, eyes not moving from his face as he starts to pull your top over your head. Even after all this time, you still get a little insecure whenever Joel sees you naked. You know he likes the way you look, he makes sure to tell you as often as possible, but there is a well of hate for your own body inside of you, fostered in your teenage years, that you never quite managed to get rid of. You think that every girl might feel like this, might be made to feel like it, as if this body isn’t what has carried you through your life for more than two decades now.

You once whispered your confession of insecurity into Joel’s ear, sitting on his lap not long after he first swept you off your feet, and his genuine surprise was more healing than any words of affirmation could have been, though he offered them to you more than willingly. Joel didn’t understand how you could hate something that was your home, your vessel, and this inherently and sweetly masculine naivety was what made you really question your outlook on yourself for the first time. That Joel could love your body simply because it was yours, that this mere fact was enough for him to groan and get hard whenever you blinked right and played with the shoulder-strap of your top – it felt so paternal. That night you called him that name for the first time, and there was the same surprise on his face, as he came so hard inside of you, you don’t know how he didn’t knock you up to this day.

After that it was an easy dynamic to sink into, you letting him take care of you, him reveling in the trust and intimacy. Nobody knew about it, or your relationship would have been picked apart even more than it already was. But here, on Joel’s couch, under Joel’s palms, you get to let all pretenses fall, and bare yourself to Joel in any way he’ll have you, just as much as he does for you.

So you let out a shaky breath when he smoothes his palms over your ribcage, his hands so large it feels like everything alive inside of you fits into them. You watch him smile when goose pimples erupt on your skin, always pleased by the effect he has on you. The tips of his fingers slip under the strap of your cotton bra, just to tease, just to hint at getting it off, but then he slides them down and over your hips.

"Let’s get this pretty skirt off, hm? ’S no outfit to work out in."

You move your head in agreement, something between a nod and a head-shake, and Joel pulls the fabric down and over your thighs, exposing your soft skin and panties. A twinge of insecurity twists your stomach, being so bare and exposed in front of a completely clothed Joel, who you’re sure never once had to struggle with how sporty he is. Not when his muscles are bulging like that, not when he seems to love how much you love his belly. You envy him for it, and wish he could transfer some of his security right into your veins. Until then, you’ll have to make do by borrowing it from him whenever he has you split on his cock, letting the doubts seep from your mind when he calls you pretty as you fall apart.

He unclasps your bra, slides down your panties and you step out of them, completely naked in front of him.

"Christ," he mumbles, "if ya didn’t need to exercise your lungs, I’d fuck you right into that couch."

You feel your cheeks heat up, and look down, which earns you a rumbly chuckle.

"Oh sweetheart, ’s just me. Don’t gotta be embarrassed."

"Okay," you say softly, meeting his eye again, "okay, Dad."

Joel’s pupils dilate just slightly.

"That’s right, angel," he mumbles, and moves to unclasp his belt, "’s just your old man. Just Dad."

It’s like you can feel yourself get wet in time with his words, watching him slide his jeans over his prominent bulge. He doesn’t take them off all the way, just enough to be able to pull himself out of his boxers and pump his fist over himself a couple of times.

"You know, kiddo, when you’re done with your workout, I’ll make us the biggest hot fudge sundae you’ve ever seen. ’S all about balance."

Your lips twitch with a smile, and Joel smiles back, sitting down on the sofa in front of you.

"Come on, sweetheart, the quicker you start, the sooner you’re done."

Your belly aches with want, and you wish he would just turn you around, press your head into the cushions and fuck you deeply, but his words make it more than clear that it’s not technically about your pleasure, at least not primarily. The softness in his eyes tells you it’s all part of the game, all part of a distraction from not wanting to let him see you work out, so when you sit down on his knee, your hands on his shoulders, it doesn’t feel embarrassing anymore. You swallow, waiting for Joel’s hands on your hips, but he just puts them behind his head, looking down at you expectantly.

"You waitin’ for somethin’?"

He always helps you. He always guides your movement, because he knows it shuts off your mind to know you’re doing it the way he likes. But he’s quiet now, watching you all relaxed and expectant. You swallow, and his eyes track the movement of your throat.

"You want me to help you?"

"Yes please, Dad" you say softly, feeling the muscles of his thigh contract against your core. Almost involuntarily, your hips twitch towards him. Joel hums, as if contemplating your request, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"I’ll talk you through it," he decides after a beat, "but you’re movin’ on your own, princess. ’S still a workout."

Your eyes are wide, but you don’t argue.

"Start movin’ your hips, sweetheart, gotta get you wet first. Any athlete knows to warm up first."

You clench at his words, the practical way he describes what you’re doing, and start rolling your hips against his thigh, the rough denim dragging deliciously against your clit. Joel’s cock twitches when a soft groan escapes your mouth, and he drags his eyes down your body.

"That’s good, baby, just like that. Don’t mind the spot, I’ll do the laundry later."

The fact that you’re ruining Joel’s jeans didn’t even cross your mind, you’re entirely focused on the feeling of him right under you, the tips of your fingers digging into his shoulders.

"Good job, baby, keep goin’."

Even though you’re moving on your own, it’s easier with Joel coaching you trough it, tracking your movement and encouraging you whenever he can sense your reluctance. You know you’re soaking his thigh, that he must surely be able to feel your heat and wetness even through the fabric, and the thought makes you move your hips a little more frantically, as your head droops towards Joel’s shoulder.

"Upright, baby, think of your posture," Joel says, though he sounds a little strained himself.

"Da-ad," you whine, "’m close."

"Hold it off, we ain’t done yet."

You could disobey him. Joel wouldn’t get angry, though he wouldn’t let you off the hook either, but something about the authoritative way he’s instructing you makes you incapable of going through with it. So you slow your hips, revel in his consequential praise, and wish he would kiss you. But you’re working out, not making out, so you look up at him expectantly, and he nods.

"Go ahead, sweetheart, sit on it."

You wrap your hand around his cock, red and hot and so hard, and move so that you’re kneeling over him, aligning your entrance with the tip. You stare right into his eyes when you sink down, and Joel smiles when he sees the way your brows furrow in a mix of concentration and pain.

"That’s it, biiiig stretch, baby," he say with a groan, his eyes moving down to where you’re slowly being impaled by his cock. It’s a lot to take even when he eats you out or gives you his fingers first, but now the feeling is so overwhelming you close your eyes for a moment. You keep going, though, until you’re entirely full, and Joel lets out another breathy groan. His biceps is twitching with restraint, his fingers tugging just slightly at his own hair, but his hips stay where they are. You know on any other day, he would have flipped you around by now and given it to you himself, and you marvel at his self restraint.

"Start movin’," Joel orders, and you lift your hips upwards again, rolling them just slightly, the drag of his cock inside you overwhelmingly delicious. Little whines and groans escape you as you bounce up and down, eyes wide and on Joel, holding onto him for support.

"Feels so good, Dad," you mumble, and Joel smiles, giving you one thrust of his hips that makes your eyes roll back, but then he’s still again, only his chest is heaving.

"Look at you," he praises, his voice rough and low, "riding me like a champ. Pity I can’t enroll you in competitions for this, you’d win your Dad some medals."

Your hips stutter at his words, and Joel groans at the way you clench in response to his dirty talk, always so receptive.

"You’d like that, hm? Makin’ your old man proud?"

You nod and vaguely register a dull pain in your lower lip, as your teeth sink into it.

"Yeah," you breathe, bouncing up and down on Joel’s cock, your thighs starting to ache. Joel chuckles, and tucks a lose strand of hair behind your ear, and you wish he’d touch you properly, put his hands on your tits or hips or throat, but he just rests his arm on the back of the sofa.

"Tell you secret, angel, I’m always prouda you. ’S not about winnin’, just about feelin’ good in in your pretty little body."

You keep moving, ignoring the ache in your legs and stomach best as you can, but after a while of heavy breathing and a film of sweat building on your forehead and neck, you subconsciously slow down.

"Keep goin’," Joel says when he notices, "you can do it."

So you speed up your movements again, lips parted and air rushing through them quickly.

"Good girl," Joel praises you, his eyes trained on the place he is disappearing inside of you. A sticky white ring has started building at the base of his cock, a mixture of both your arousal. You lift your hips again, eyes unfocused.

"Dad," you whine, "I can’t–"

"Yeah you can, baby, sure you can. Know it’s uncomfortable, but you’ll feel so good when you’re all done. Keep goin’."

You remember this feeling of pushing yourself from p.e. class, but it was always mixed with shame instead of pleasure, and now, with Joel’s eyes on your body, watching your muscles contract appreciatively, you don’t have it in you to feel anything else but the pleasure – except for maybe exhaustion. You keep going as long as you can, breathing heavily and forcing yourself to continue anyways, your hands clawing at Joel’s plaid shirt.

"Please," you mumble after a while, your thighs burning with effort now, the squelching noise of Joel’s body entering yours so obscene it almost makes you come.

"Can you do five more minutes, baby? Five more for Dad?"

For Dad? Sure – you keep bouncing, your hands on Joel’s shoulder pushing you upwards, your breathing going even faster now, your heart hammering against you ribcage.

"That’s it, baby. Doin’ so good. Feel that ache in your legs?"

You nod, bouncing up and down.

"They’ll be a little sore, so I’ll do all the work tomorrow. You think you can do this twice a week?"

"No," you breathe, and Joel chuckles.

"No? Want to go runnin’ instead?"

"No, Dad," you whine and frown at him, "want you to fuck me."

Joel’s eyes are amused but kind, as he watches you ride him all on your own.

"Oh, I’ll fuck you, little girl. Don’t gotta do without anythin’, I’ll still fuck you each night. We’ll add this twice a week, hm?"

That makes you perk up. Joel meets your every need, fucks you however you want him to, every day, even though you know at his age he could go without it longer than you. On the rare occasions that it doesn’t work, no matter how hard you suck and stroke, he eats you out until you see stars, then keeps going until you fall asleep, but you rarely find the time to do it more than once a day. And even though he leaves you entirely satisfied, you like the idea of coming on Joel’s cock more than he already has you do, even if you’re the one who has to put in the work.

"Okay," you mumble, and drop your forehead onto his shoulder in exhaustion, your hips still lifting and sinking down on him, though with less energy. "Okay, Dad." 

 And finally Joel reaches out for you, finally he grabs your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh, as he starts lifting you up and down on his cock. He does it so effortlessly, muscles bulging when you open your eyes to watch him, and he speeds up, his hips snapping upwards as his arms force you up and down.

"Good girl," Joel mumbles, lost in pleasure himself now, "always so stubborn till my cock fixes you, hm?"

Your cheeks heat up, but he’s not wrong, and when he slams you down particularly forcefully, you mewl.

"You go ahead and come for me, kiddo. Did so good."

And that’s all it takes for your earth to shatter, stomach pulling tight and your muscles cramping up. You hear Joel groan over the sound of your blood pumping in your ears, and register his cock twitching against your cervix, spilling into you so much you feel like you’re being flooded with cum. Your breathing is quick, your insides still twitching and Joel finally catches your slack mouth in a kiss. You sigh into his mouth as both of your hips still, and he pulls you against his chest, cock still buried inside of you. You go limp, panting into the fabric of his shirt, and his hands start to stroke your naked back. A button of his shirt presses into your cheek, but you’re too exhausted to move your head away.

"You still with me, sweetheart?"

You hum contentedly, and Joel laughs quietly. He adjusts your body, but doesn’t slip out of you, just presses his lips to your jaw. You play with the hair at the back of his neck, mind blissfully lost in your exhaustion, and Joel’s hands move to your thighs. He starts to massage them gently, strong hands digging into your sore muscles, and you let out an involuntary moan. Joel kisses the side of your neck, his tongue chasing and catching your beads of sweat, sucking a hickey into your red and pulsing neck.

You try to pull away, but Joel nips your skin warningly.

"Told ya I like ya sweaty ’n out of breath, didn’t I?"

And you don’t have it in you to argue or feel embarrassed about it. You melt into him further, and shift your hips just slightly. Joel’s spent cock twitches inside of you, and you feel a bit of his cum leak out at the side. You sigh at the feeling, and kiss Joel’s throat.

"Thank God for my vasectomy, can’t have ya gettin’ pregnant with your Dad’s baby now, can we?"

You cheeks burn bright red and you hide your face in Joel’s shoulder.

"Stop it," you mumble, and Joel chuckles.

"No, you stop it, kiddo. There’s nothin’ you should feel embarrassed about with me, you hear me?"

You nod, but Joel isn’t satisfied.

"You hear me?"

"Yes," you mumble, "I hear you, Dad."

"Good."

You sit like that for a while, Joel’s hands drifting over your sweat-sticky skin and massaging your sore muscles.

"You sure you’re still up to me fuckin’ you tonight, baby?" Joel asks when you yawn. You smile into his shirt.

"I’m sure."

Joel kisses the top of your head.

"Promised my little athlete a hot fudge sundae before that, though."

"Not yet, Dad. Want you to stay inside me."

Joel tangles his hand into your hair and pulls gently so that you’re forced to crane your neck. He kisses you, his beard scratching your sweaty skin, and you sigh when he licks into your mouth surprisingly territorially. He’s gentle with you, but already you can tell he’s thinking about fucking you again by the way his cock twitches with every sound you make.

"Perfect girl," he mumbles, "my perfect girl."

[theprettywriter]

Love me Noona:JJK

Synposis: he is a strange man. You've thought this since the day you met him. See, there are countless of pretty fresher girls in your college. Some of them so pretty that it made you wonder if he's blind or something. Because despite so many beautiful girls of his age dying to be with him, he wasn't even glancing at them. Why? Because he, Jeon jungkook, the most popular freshman in your college, was interested in you, a boring senior who'd rather die than attend a damn party. So even though he was a strange man, hearing him say "good morning Noona!" became a part of your morning routine.

Genre: Noona romance, smut, fluff, pairing fresh man koo with senior mc,college au

Warnings: smut, older reader, bold koo, tattooed koo, flirty koo, mentions of fight, koo punching someone, raw sex, a little cum play, grinding, yandere koo, a little angst, getting into fight, mentions of blood. Also this is unedited .

A/n: HELLO HELLO LATTE IS HERE MY PEOPLE

Lollll hey thereeee not sure if you remember me or love me noona but here it is, finally completed. I can't log in to my old account anymore because after I changed my phone I forgot to pass that data into my new phone. So I had to copy paste the whole teaser into this account and then write the remaining story 🥲🥲 anywaysss I hope you guys enjoy it and I know it was a longgggg wait and I wonder if you guys even remember it lol but even if you don't I hope you still enjoy it lovies.

And I'll tag the people who wanted to be tagged in this fic! I'm sorry if I can't tag everyone because there were sooo many of you and I'll try to tag as many as I can!! Love you!!

Author's pov

"I can't believe we're getting so many assignments even with the exams coming" yoona grumbled as she angrily typed in her laptop. At this rate the poor laptop will start crying too. Sighing tiredly you made a noise of agreement while rubbing your forehead because of the forming headache. "Mr Kim is cruel" you mumbled taking another sip of your iced coffee as another whine left yoona's lips.

A frown made its way to your face as you realised that you drank the whole cup as the only liquid coming through the straw was a few drops of water of the melting ice. Standing up with another sigh you looked at your equally tired best friend "you want anything? I'm going to the cafe"She immediately nodded and smiled gratefully as she took out her wallet "one hot coffee please. My treat" you hummed with delight, taking her card "thank you" blowing her a kiss you let out a small giggle as she blew one back and turned around. While walking towards the gate of your college,you heard some commotion and looked towards the noise for a second to see people forming a crowd around someone.

Thankfully the line wasn't too long so you were able to come back quickly. Perhaps you were too quick to get back to your seat and finish the damn assignment because one second you could see yoona waving at you and the other second all you could see was greyness and- "oh my-!" you gasped sharply as you collided in a firm chest causing you to stumble back as both the drinks spilled from your hands. Your eyes were clenched shut as you waited for your body to fall on the hard ground but instead you felt muscular arms wrapping around your waist and your hands flew to grip whatever they could.

As you came back in your senses, the first thing you heard was a heart beat, and the next thing you heard was a low chuckle "you okay there?" and the last thing you heard was a raspy voice which sent chills down your spin. Your eyes widened as you hastily stepped back, now noticing that you were in the arms of an unfamiliar man. Feeling a rush of embarrassment you bowed your head "i-im very sorry-" as you looked up, your breath got caught for the second time as your eyes took him in. When you felt his muscular body against yours, you were sure that his face would be on the rougher side. So you were very surprised when you found yourself staring at a pair of big doe eyes and a small bunny smile.

"it's okay. It was my fault too" he raised his eyebrows and for a second you thought you were looking at a small kid. But then you also realised that you had to crane your neck upwards to look at his face properly. Even in his grey t shirt you could see the outlines of his muscles. The way his arms flexed as he raised his hand towards you "jungkook. Jeon jungkook "

You quickly looked away because you're sure he caught you checking him out since there was a small smirk hanging on his lips "y/n. L/n y/n" smiling softly you took his hand, staring at how his hand fully engulfed yours. For a second he didn't leave your hand and kept looking at you but when you cleared your throat, he smiled, his hand leaving yours.

"y/n l/n 3rd year" you looked at him questioningly as he mumbled to himself but then noticed that he was looking at the Id card hanging on your neck "so you're a senior " he mumbled yet again and you wondered if he was talking to himself or you. You were confused when he looked at you with another smirk. The soft doe eyed face completely disappeared and instead you saw mischief in his eyes which seemed to sharpen with his smirk "then...." you hummed smiling at him as you saw a few people looking at you both out of the corner of your eye.

"Good morning Noona. I look forward to getting to know you"

For some reason you wondered if the tilt in his voice was your imagination or not. Because right now he was looking at you with eyes so intense that you felt your heart starting to pound. Fast.

Still, you smiled yet again as you nodded "likewise, jungkook"

~~~

"what the fuck was that" yoona looked at you with wide eyes the moment you sat down. And despite having an idea of what she was talking about, you still looked down at your laptop and said "what was what" yoona leaned back in her seat and smirked "oh don't you play dumb Jasmine. You know full well what I'm talking about. I mean I know you've been single long enough but seriously? Falling into the arms of a stranger is a bit too much-" "shut up" she raised her hands in surrender as you glared at her "it was just an accident. And don't start making up stories in your head. I probably won't even see him again" you mumbled as you resumed typing in your laptop.

Yoona hummed but she wasn't looking at you. She was looking behind you at something. Someone to be specific. "I wouldn't be too sure" she mumbled with a small smile as you looked at her confused "what was that?" "Nothing jas. Finish up I have a class soon" she patted your head as she stood up and collected her things while you nodded and waved her bye. She pinched your cheek before waking past you, leaving you completely oblivious to the popular freshman staring you from his table, completely ignoring the guys talking around him.

You certainly left an impression. And it was kind of hard to not think about you when he smelt like Jasmine the whole day.

~~~

It had been a few days since you saw the bunny teeth guy. While he was certainly very charming, he slipped away from your mind because you were fully bombarded with tests and assignments. So when you suddenly saw him after walking out of your class, you were surprised to say the least. After all you weren't supposed to see him again. There were hundreds of students in this university so the chances of bumping into him again were low.

"Good morning Noona" Jungkook tilted his face with a smile and for a moment you were lost in that cute bunny smile. And then you realised you were staring, again. Yup you are definitely too tired. Giving your head a small shake you smiled up at him "good morning Jungkook. Are you taking this class too?" Now it was Jungkook's turn to stare at you and suddenly you felt a little self conscious. You didn't really look the prettiest this morning. In your haste this morning you just threw on a simple t shirt, a cardigan to protect yourself from the beginning of the chill, and a cotton skirt which came above your ankles. And your hair was in a loose braid. So having a guy this good looking stare at you definitely gave you all the reasons to be self conscious.

But then he suddenly murmured "you remember" you blinked, a little confused as you adjusted your bag over your shoulder. Tote bags are cute but they're also one step away from breaking your shoulder. Jungkook must have noticed the subtle movement because he suddenly pulled your bag from your arm and flung it over his shoulder. Your eyes widened as you tried to take it back "y-you don't have to do that Jungkook, it's fine" for some reason he looked a little too happy. What reason did he have to be all smiley at 9.30 in the morning?

"I owe you a coffee" Jungkook said suddenly as he started walking ahead "huh?" You said dumbly as you followed after him through the busy hallway full of sleep deprived people. "Coffee" he said, looking at you from over his shoulder "you spilled it because of me remember?" Ah yes. That fateful encounter when you first met him by spilling coffee over him. You felt a wave of embarrassment as you walked behind him "I'm so sorry I can pay you for dry cleaning or maybe just give me the jacket if you haven't washed it yet" "of course I washed it Noona" he grinned "it's been a week" now you felt embarrassed for a whole different reason. Of course he must have washed it, he's not a gross person who doesn't wash their clothes for days. This is only your second meeting with him but you feel so embarrassed you'd rather hope that there's no third meeting.

You were a little out of breath as you struggled to catch up with him, his long legs easily eating up a long distance while you were almost jogging to walk beside him. It seemed like he noticed your struggle, because suddenly he was walking a lot slower and it was now easy to walk beside him. You wondered if he slowed his pace so you could walk with him. But maybe you were thinking too much. You tend to do that.

~~~

"Jungkook you don't have to do that" you said for the nth time as you both stood in the line at your favourite coffee shop. "Say your order" he said as you both reached the front, completely ignoring your words while reaching for his wallet. This guy does that a lot. You didn't notice you were pouting as you told the lady on the counter your order and he smirked a little as he handed her his card "Noona" he called you as you both waited for the coffee and you looked up at him, still a little pouty "what" you grumbled but he didn't say anything. He just smiled as he stared at you for a moment and you forgot that he was still holding your bag like it's a priced possession. You were about to ask why he randomly starts staring at you when your name was called "coffee for y/n!" "Coming!" You said as you rushed to the counter and took your coffee before walking back to him.

"were you about to say something?" You asked him as he opened the door for you and shook his head "nothing" you hummed, a little confused but grateful for the coffee. The warm coffee helped soothe your throat which was starting to feel a little sore. "Thanks for the coffee" you said before taking a small sip. "No problem" he smiled down at you as you both walked on the sidewalk when you suddenly realised something "Jungkook" he hummed softly "yes noona?" "What time is it?" He checked the time on his watch and said "it's almost 10:20. why?" Your eyes widened and you snatched your bag from him "I am so late! Thanks for the coffee kook I'll see you later!"

Jungkook was left dumbfounded as he stared at your small form running away and disappearing in the crowd. But a small smile slowly made its way to his lips as he looked up at the clear sky, a sigh leaving his lips as he ran his hand over his face and mumbled "kook....fuck noona"

You left but the scent of Jasmine lingered around him long enough.

~~~

You stood by the door of your class with your arms crossed over your chest, looking up at the boy who is slowly starting to become all too familiar. "What are you doing here?" You squinted your eyes at him while Jungkook simply gave you that cute grin as he handed you a cup of warm coffee and took your bag without any word "good morning Noona" his nose scrunched as he smiled down at you and you melted, again.

Sighing softly, a soft but reluctant smile pulled on your lips as you both started walking to your next class "good morning Jungkook. What are you doing here?" You asked again and for a moment you thought he almost looked... disappointed?

But before you could question it he shrugged and said "you dropped two coffees because of me. So I'm here to give you the second one" you couldn't help the amused smile pulling on your lips. Because yoona was the one who paid for those coffees after all. "Actually it was my friend who-" your words got cut off and you gasped sharply as someone bumped into you, causing the cup in your hand to slip and the warm liquid fell on the floor, some of it falling on your hand too.

You immediately clutched your hand to your chest, your eyes clenching shut for a moment as you felt the burn while Jungkook's eyes widened and because your eyes were closed, you didn't notice the coldness settling in his eyes as he stared at the person who bumped into you "watch where you're fucking going"

Hearing the tilt in his voice, you opened your eyes to see everyone staring at the three of you before your attention was diverted when you saw who had bumped into you. Sehun. He is a third year student as well. Known for being a huge dick.

Sehun's jaw clenched as he stared at Jungkook, both of them the same height "or what kid?" He scoffed and Jungkook's jaw clenched as he stepped towards sehun but before the situation could escalate, you quickly gripped his arm "Jungkook" you whispered, tugging at his arm "stop. It's fine so stop. Everyone is staring" Jungkook stared at the guy for a moment longer, his jaw still set before he looked away, taking your uninjured hand and walking out of the forming crowd with ease, his tall frame easily making way for you while you were left staring at his back as he pulled you out "did I scare you?" He asked, not looking at you and you shook your head "I just don't like it. Fighting and arguing" his response was just a silent nod.

~~~

"it's not that serious" you said again as he kept your burnt hand under the water "shut up Noona" you pouted as his tone changed, signalling he was starting to get irritated "did you just get irritated with me?" Jungkook sighed, looking down at you with soft eyes and you felt yourself getting lost in them again. How could you not when he looked at you like that? Those were the same eyes which were looking at sehun so coldly. He almost looked...scary.

You didn't notice when he wrapped his handkerchief around your hand, didn't notice how he gently rubbed your hand and only heard the soft mummer "you gotta be more careful Noona" you nodded, a bit dazed "okay" you said softly. You couldn't argue with him when he was looking at you with those soft eyes and talking with you in an even softer tone.

And then, his gaze flickered down to your lips which caused you to unconsciously bite your lower lip. His jaw tightened and he looked away, letting go of your hand "let's go. Or we'll both be late for our class" you could only nod dazily as you followed after him, this time not complaining about him taking your bag again.

~~~

In a blink of an eye, almost a whole month passes by like this. Him bringing you coffee before your second class every morning, then taking your bag and walking you to your next class. You often asked him why he did this. And every time he smiled that boyish smile and said "because I like your attention" and every time you would reply "I'm sure you get attention from almost every girl in this university " but he would just reply "but they aren't you"

You wonder what that moment meant. The one which happened almost a month ago. Was that just your imagination? The way his gaze darkened, his jaw clenched. Did you imagine it all? Because after that nothing like that happened again. Every day was the same. Coffee, a little walk, hoping to see him again in the day. Since when did you start hoping to see him?

You wondered why he liked being around you so much. After all you are not that interesting. There are plenty of girls who have a personality which naturally attracts people. You're not one of them. You're just a boring senior who just wants to get this degree and get the hell out of here. You don't go to parties, don't have many friends, there's nothing interesting about you. Heck the only friend you have from your first year here is yoona and for some reason she's decided she doesn't wanna intrude your little walking ritual with this guy who's becoming increasingly popular day by day.

"I'm older than you" you randomly said one day as you sat on his bike, sipping on the coffee he bought you. Your legs swung back and forth as he stared down at you, his own cup in his hand as he said "I know" you tilted your face, watching him curiously "there are girls your age who are probably in love with you" he just shrugged in response "I know" you let out a sigh and shook your head "you're impossible" you mumbled as you sipped your coffee, oblivious to the smirk on his lips. You didn't realise that day that you were the first girl who has ever sat on his bike.

Everyday was the same except today, something was different. Your lips parted as you looked up at him standing there with that same smile and that same coffee order . Except this time, there was a bruise besides his lips, a small cut and a forming red bruise. "What happened?" You asked worriedly, reaching up and grazing the cut with a gentle hand "I got punched" he shrugged and your eyes widened "what?!" Jungkook blinked at your outburst "Noona everyone is staring" you huffed as you grabbed his hand and pulled him away, taking him to an empty classroom.

~~~

"who punched you?" You asked as you gently cleaned the cuts and bruise, your brows furrowed in concentration. He was sitting on a desk while you were standing in between his spread legs and you were acutely aware of his muscular thighs touching yours while his tattooed arms rested on his side, his eyes looking up at you which seemed a little sharper than usual.

"sehun" he mumbled and you gasped "what? Why?" You asked sharply, accidentally applying too much pressure on his wound and he winced a little "ouch noona" you immediately gentled your touch, apologising softly "I'm sorry does it hurt too much?" He nodded but it was a lie. Honestly all it did was sting a little. He's been hit worse. Sehun is fucking weak. But he didn't mind hiding the truth because of the way you were fussing over him. Atleast he managed to get your concern.

"why did he hit you kook?" Ah...there it was again. He tried to hold back a smile as he mumbled "cause I got in his way" you took a deep breath, wanting to go and punch that asshole right at this moment "please tell me you punched him back harder" you grumbled as you finished cleaning the wound while Jungkook simply shook his head "I didn't"

You blinked, very confused and a little irritated too as you looked at him "why? You should have! He deserves it" you scoff as you applied ointment on the cut under his lips "cause you said you don't like fights" your hand froze and your gaze slowly met his as you whispered "what?" Jungkook's hand gently wrapped around your wrist, giving it a soft squeeze before his thumb rubbed on your pulse point "you said you don't like fights." He mumbled "so I couldn't punch him back"

For some reason your heart clenched as you stared in his eyes which seemed to look at you like you were the most important thing in his world. And it scared you. You don't know why but it made you feel anxious.

"you could heal me" he murmured, his free hand coming up and gently pushing your hair back from your shoulder as you whispered "how?" He stared at you silently for what felt like hours, his gaze hard and intense. And then the last thing he said before crushing his lips on you was "by loving me"

Jungkook kissed you like he was a starved man. He kissed you until you were out of breath. He kissed you until your knees buckled and you had to hold onto him so you wouldn't fall. He kissed you until you felt like you were melting in his arms. It wasn't a gentle kiss. It was rough and fast and hard and it left your lips red and bruised. When he finally pulled back, you found yourself pinned on the desk where he was sitting a few moments ago. You have no idea how you found yourself in this position. But here you were, lying on the desk with him on top of you.

"love me Noona" he mumbled, kissing your forehead, then your nose, then your jaw, until his kisses lowered down to your neck and you couldn't stop the soft moans leaving your lips as his lips sucked a particular area on your neck "Jungkook" you whimpered softly, your fingers tangling in his hair as his teeth grazed over the mark he left on you and his left hand squeezed your thigh gently as he came back up to your lips "love me Noona" he repeated, his forehead leaning against yours as you both breathed heavily "only on one condition" you whispered and he smiled that bunny smile which you've been falling for since the day he showed up in front of your class. "Anything" he said, nuzzling his nose in the column of your neck and you cupped his face to make him look at you "you will punch sehun twice as hard when you see him again" you said, your fingers gently grazing his jaw and a cocky smirk hung on his lips which made your already pounding heart pound even faster "as you wish" a rough chuckle left his lips before he kissed you again.

~~~

It was all in a frenzy. When he pulled you out of the classroom with his marks all over your neck, when he took your bag from you as always, when he gently set his helmet over your head and closed it securely, when he hopped on his bike and held your hand to help you get on the back, and when he sped out of the university.

You held onto him tightly, your face pressed on his back and your hands stayed wrapped around his torso. And whenever he felt your grip loosening, his squeezed your hands with one his hand, silently telling you not to let go. And you won't.

When you reached his apartment building and got off the bike, he removed the helmet from your head and the way he stared at you, those usually doe eyes now darkened with lust, you couldn't stop the whimper escaping your lips. And the moment you entered his house, your back hit the door as he kissed you again, his tall frame towering over your shorter one as your arms wrapped around his neck and his tongue met yours.

A shaky gasp left your lips as he gripped one of your legs and hiked it up, a breathy moan leaving your lips as you felt his hardness pressing straight over your clothed pussy. Low groans left his lips as his hips rocked against yours and it felt too good. God it felt so good that you weren't even embarrassed of the sounds you were making. You never imagined that such sounds will leave your lips but here you were. "Jungkook" you whimpered, your head falling against the door and exposing your neck to his hungry lips as he continued grinding against you "fuck y/n" he growled, sucking and biting all over your delicate skin and you felt your heart skip a beat. This was the first time he called you by your name.

~~~

Jungkook felt like his head was spinning. His senses were surrounded by the scent of Jasmine. Wherever he touched you, wherever he bit you, all he could smell was Jasmine. Now he understood why your friend called you that. And it suited you, it really did. You were really like Jasmine. Soft, pure, untouched. He wanted to get lost into you. He wanted to drown into you and never rise again even if it meant it was his last day in this fucked up world.

He didn't realise when it started. At first it was just simple curiosity. He was merely curious since you never reached out to him after the day you first met. He knows that if it was anyone else, they would have just found an excuse to see him every other day. But he was convinced that you had forgotten about him already. So to just satisfy his curiosity, he decided to meet you and fucking hell all it did was make him even more curious.

He started to like being around you. You were so sweet and soft and gentle. All he knows is that he suddenly started to want more of you. Was he in love with you? No atleast not at that time. But it was something much darker than just a crush. No, it was the need to see you everyday but also the need to stay away just so he wouldn't scare you away. It was the need to nuzzle his face in your neck just so he could smell more of that sweet scent which always seemed to surround you. It was that need to gauge out the eyes of any guy who looked at you the wrong way. And it was kind of hard to control himself when there were many of them. It was the need to bury his fingers in your long locks and pull your head back until you were crying out in pain and pleasure. It was the need to remove those glasses which hid your big eyes. It was that need to touch your body which seemed to be made for him. Yes your body was made to be worshipped.

He realised that now as he undressed you as gently as he could, laid you on his bed as gently as he could. He wasn't a gentle man but as you looked up at him with those soft, trusting eyes, he didn't want to be anything but gentle. Your body was a temple. And only he could worship it. He realised that as his hands roamed over your softness. Over every dip and curve.

It was that need to hear you cry out in pleasure. It was that need to fill you up until you were left sated and satisfied. He would do anything for you. He realised that as he buried his face in between your soft thighs. Fuck those thighs. so soft and supple like they were made to be grabbed by him. And oh those sounds that left your lips, he could come undone just by your voice. He ate you out as if you were his last meal. A sound of approval leaving his lips as you threw your legs over his shoulders and your thighs locked his head in between them.

"Jungkook!" Your cry was muffled as you buried your face in the pillow which smelled like him, your fingers tugged his hair and your free hand gripped the sheets so tight that your knuckles were turning white. His mouth didn't stop it's ministrations as he gently took your hand which gripped the sheets and held it in his hand, letting you squeeze as hard as you wanted to.

"I got you sweetheart" he murmured as he pushed his tongue inside your pussy, groaning at the sweet taste and the groans sent vibrations straight to your clit causing your mouth to hang open as your thighs clenched around him "that's it Noona" he gently bit your clit before sucking it hard "cum for me" and that you did. You came so hard it felt like you blacked out a bit. Your legs shook violently as he lapped at everything you gave him until you were left withering and shaking.

Oh how did he manage to get so lucky? He would never know. He didn't think he deserved you. You were far too good for him, far too sweet, far too pure. And all he wanted to do was ruin you. He wanted to ruin you and he wanted to save you. He wanted to take you to the heights of pleasure where the only name you remembered was his. He wanted to be the one who catches you whenever you fall. He wanted to ruin every life which would threaten yours. Fucking hell he was obsessed.

He realised that as he pushed his throbbing cock inside of your warm pussy. All he could hear was your sweet voice moaning his name as he fucked you with slow and deep thrusts, until he couldn't take it anymore. A deep groan left his lips as he pushed your legs up to your chest and pounded inside you hard. His one hand slipped in between your bodies and rubbed your clit as he fucked you deep and hard.

He fucked you until silent tears of pleasure were leaving your eyes. He fucked you until your mouth hung open and a string of saliva dripped into his pillow as your back arched and your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Then without a warning, you came again.And he followed soon after, pulling out just as his cock shot ropes and ropes of hot cum all over your stomach, a long and low moan leaving his lips as his balls emptied before he fell on top of you. You gladly accepted the weight, feelings warm and safe and protected.

And the only thing you heard before passing out was a soft whisper "love me Noona"

~~~

You smiled at something yoona said as you both swayed to the music while Jungkook watched you from the bar. His eyes filled with a fondness which he was getting used to. You looked so beautiful. You were wearing a sleeveless black dress which was all shimmery and it hugged your curves in all the right places. It only came to mid thighs, highlighting your perfect legs as you danced with your best friend and your hair seemed to sway with the music as well. Fuck you are so perfect.

Suddenly you said something to yoona as you handed her your drink and yoona nodded, blowing you a kiss. Your eyes met his and you smiled at him from the distance as you mouthed "washroom" he nodded and winked at you, causing you to blush and yoona to giggle as you stepped out of the dance floor.

He sighed, smiling to himself as he took another sip of his beer. "You know this is the first party she came to" yoona told him as she came to the bar for some water "that so?" Jungkook mumbled as he looked in the direction of the washroom. You were taking too long. "Yupp" yoona said and giggled as her date for the night kisses her neck "tell jas that I went home first please" she yelled over the music before she was swept away. Jungkook nodded before he walked towards the washroom to check up on you.

And then he heard your voice "let go of me!" His heart clenched with fear when he heard that and he slammed open the door of the washroom, his gaze darkening with a cold fury as he saw the scene in front of him. Sehun. Of course it's that bastard. He was holding your arm tight enough to leave a bruise and his jaw clenched when your eyes met. A low growl left his lips when he saw the tears in your eyes as you saw him and he walked towards you in two strides. By the second stride, his hand was gripping the back of sehun's shirt and pulling him away from you roughly.

Sehun had no time to react before Jungkook punched him straight in his nose and you whimpered, your eyes clenching shut as you heard the sickening crack of a bone breaking.

"got permission this time, shithead" Jungkook snarled as he got on top of sehun and kept punching him until he was left unconscious and you had to hold his arm and pull him back as much as you could "Jungkook stop!" You yelled "enough!" Jungkook was breathing heavily as he allowed you to pull him back. You hugged his arm so he wouldn't start beating him up again. You were surprised,to say the least. You never expected him to act like this. The sweet and flirty Jungkook that you had gotten so used to? He was nowhere to be found as you saw him beating sehun up.

Jungkook let out a harsh breath as he turned to you and cupped your face, gently wiping your tears as you looked up at him with your bottom lip trembling. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" He asked roughly and you shook your head, burying your face in his chest "I'm fine can we please go home?" Your voice came out small and shaky and he forced himself to calm down and nodded "of course" he mumbled, kissing the top of your head.

You watched him as he washed his hands, washing away the blood on his knuckles while Sehun's friends took him away as quickly as they could. No one wanted to deal with Jungkook right now. They were all older than him but he looked like he could kill someone right now.

After he dried off his hands, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and guided you out of the washroom and through the crowded bar. Due to the loud music no one had noticed the fight.

~~~

Once you both reached his flat, you cleaned his bruised knuckles and covered them with bandages, avoiding his eyes but he made you look at him "Noona" he mumbled, cupping your face, desperate to look in your eyes "are you scared of me? Please don't be scared of me-" "I'm not" you said softly as he leaned his forehead against yours "I'm not scared of you koo" he let out a shaky breath "I'm sorry I just couldn't control myself when I saw what he was about to do" his jaw clenched as he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close to him. "I won't let anyone hurt you y/n" you knew that.

But you don't know why you got chills every time he called you by your name. Maybe it was because of how rarely he used your name, only calling you by nicknames or Noona. Maybe because of the way he said it. Like a dark promise, like it was the only name which mattered to him, like he would do anything for this name.

But when he told you that he would do anything for you, you believed him. You know that he will do anything for you.

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Anything.

After all, all he wanted from you was your love. Everything else? He'll take care of it. All you have to do is love him.

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GHOSTS OF THE PAST (Batfam x neglected hero reader)

III𓂃› SPIDER

Warning: violence, swearing, sensitive topics, bad things, spelling mistakes (English is not my first language) and the reader has black hair and blue eyes (sorry), female reader!, I accept criticism, but please don't be rude, everything is fictional!

Hey guys! I'm really sorry it took me so long to post (I was sorting out some things in my life). well, enjoy the chapter!♡

Clark really didn't know what he was getting himself into.

He had expected to come to New York to do a simple interview for the Daily Planet, write the report and spreadsheet right here while eating at a café and if possible bring back some souvenirs for Lois and Jon.

Fighting a supervillain was definitely not in his plans.

It had happened out of nowhere, while he was waiting for the meeting with the businessman, the urgent news on television warning about a monster attacking the city made him leave urgently. He could solve this and finish it in time.

He just didn't know that he wouldn't need to solve it.

While flying, now as Superman, he easily found the villain, it wasn't very difficult to see him in fact. He was the size of a building of at least nine or ten stories, his skin was rocky and hard, made purely of stone. Clark was about to attack the giant when he heard a scream.

Looking through the villain a helicopter was in the way, the pilot tried to maneuver away but they would be enveloped in the confusion. Using his speed, Clark tried to get closer to the helicopter, however it was not enough since it was still far away.

The rocky hand would catch the vehicle before him.

Well, he is not alone.

Before the walking rock caught the propeller and possibly destroyed the vehicle something got attached to the hand and pulled it up, bringing the villain's focus to another place, his distraction was enough for him to catch the helicopter. He noticed as he moved away that what had stopped the giant was... a web? He followed with his gaze the path of the white rope and saw a figure pass quickly on it.

What?

Leaving the helicopter on top of a landing area of ​​a nearby building, he approached the frightened journalists. "Are you hurt?"

The one who answered was the cameraman, who was still breathing heavily, "N-no, Mr. Superman. We're fine-"

"IT'S HER! TYLER FILM, FILM!" The woman's excitement made the man quickly grab his camera. She looked at him and gave a shy smile while holding the microphone, perhaps a little embarrassed by her euphoria. "Oh, Superman, thank you very much. It's just that we never get clear images of her, so you can understand our excitement."

She? She who?

No one needed to answer his question because when he looked at the monster he saw the "she".

A super heroine

Her figure swayed between the giant and the buildings. She wore a suit that covered her entire body, leaving no room to see any of her features. All Clark could see was that she was short, perhaps indicating that she was a teenager.

The monster tried to grab her with its free hand, moving much faster than it had when it was with the helicopter. She, however, brought her webbed wrist towards the giant's face, causing him punched his own face. Swinging away from him, she taunted, her voice echoing off the buildings. "Hey big guy, is that all you know how to do? For someone so tough, you're softer than jelly!"

Hit a nerve, for sure.

"Who is she?" He asked the man who was filming the action with the reporter, even in a situation like that the cameraman looked at the heroine with a glint in his eye, a glint that intrigued Clark.

"Her? She's Spider-Woman."

Spider Woman, he had never heard of this superheroine, but that didn't matter now.The "Spider Woman" swung again on her webs at the stone man's aggression towards her. Superman moved away from the reporters and headed towards the brute. He was quick to bump his fist with the giant's, preventing him from punching a building. The action made the heroine finally notice the Kryptonian. She widened the white eyes of the mask when she saw him flying. "Superman?"

She hung from a building, climbing the glass to get closer to him, she looked at the monster and then at him, her head spinning until she realized something, knowing that he would help her she addressed him. "Hey, Superman. Can you immobilize him for me for at least a few seconds?"

The Kryptonian looked at her, hesitating a little, but then a smile appeared on his lips "Leave it to me."

They moved together at that moment. Clark used his freezing breath on the stone legs, freezing them and immobilizing him to the ground. With the giant still, the spider woman climbed on his back and reached his neck. While the monster struggled, he saw her take a syringe and apply it to the rocky neck. With the liquid entering the monster's veins, he began to scream. Clark was about to intervene when the thunderous scream stopped.

Slowly, pieces of stone fell from the giant, and when they found their end on the ground, they turned into sand, being carried away by the wind. Little by little, the monster began to disintegrate until there was nothing left of him, just a cloud of dust in the place. Approaching to see the damage, he went down and came across the individuals.

The villain, once gigantic and grotesque, was now a thin and small man, passed out in the heroine's arms, while his breathing stabilized, Clark for the first time observed Spider-Woman up close, without being in the heat of battle.

The costume she wore was outlined in black and golden, the fabric was a mix of a dull color and another bright color, the symbol of a spider displayed proudly on her chest, the hood covered the mask on her face, making it difficult to see the white eyes of the mask. What intrigued him most was that it was not common fabric, since when he tried to use his x-ray vision he could not see Spider-Woman's identity.

She certainly knew how to hide her identity.

Just like someone he knew.

"Looking at he now, he doesn't look like a villain."

"And he isn't, they forced him, he's just an ordinary citizen." The dust slowly cleared, now revealing the street they were on. "Honestly, it's a surprise to see you here, shouldn't you be in Metropolis?"

Clark started to sweat a little. True, he should be in Metropolis, not New York, but he couldn't just watch everything on TV, there was a villain attacking the city! And he didn't know New York had a heroine to protect them! How careless of him. "Yeah, actually, I was..."

"was?"

"I-I flew past here! That's it." Spider-woman looked at him before starting to laugh, well at least he tried to hide it, in fact the excuse had been pretty bad.

"Okay, I'll take this as truth, you must have your reasons, don't you, Mr. Clark?"

The aforementioned froze, looking at the spider, who stood up carrying the injured man. The sounds of sirens were heard in the distance, indicating that the police were coming. "What?"

This time, it was the spider woman who froze, realizing her carelessness too late. She looked at him, and even with the mask on her face, he could have sworn a bead of sweat was on his forehead. "Ah, I and my big mouth."

"Do you know my identity? How did you-"

"L-look, I swear it wasn't intentional, seriously! I have... my reasons to know, but I promise! I didn't tell anyone and I won't tell anyone." Superman just looked at her in astonishment, it wasn't intentional? How did she find out then? While the police and ambulance finally arrived, the woman was quick to hand the man over to the police and briefly explained everything, she distanced herself from the police, ready to leave as quickly as possible when he approached her.

"Who are you? Like, really?" She looked at him, clearly anxious to get out of there. "That's... a secret, but like I said, I won't tell anyone, don't worry."

She pulled away from him again, releasing a web from her wrist, already trapping her in a building to resume her run. But before that, she turned to Clark, the tone of her words showing no lies, only truths. "After all..."

"If I wanted to do this, I would have done it nine months ago."

And with that she was gone.

Again, Clark didn't know what he was doing.

It had been a few days since his encounter with Spider-Woman, the revelation that she knew his identity disturbed him, but that wasn't what was going through Clark's head now.

That was who she was.

That woman (or teenager?, Clark doesn't know) had been saving New York for at least a year and absolutely no one in the league knew, she was literally under their noses the whole time and no one knew! But while they didn't know anything, but New York knew, you weren't liked by everyone but most definitely liked you, you gave those people security every day and they trusted you.

You were a real mystery.

In addition, there was the identity issue. Clark wasn't rich, so he didn't have spectacular security to hide his identity, but he always took precautions. You, however, found out so easily. Clark knew that your "it wasn't intentional" statement might be wrong, but whether it was intentional or not, you still did it.

Clark knew that you wouldn't reveal your identity to the world. Your statement made that very clear, but even so, his head itched and itched to meet you.

Maybe he was being hasty, but you were a great heroine, there was no denying that. You fought well, you were smart, and you had experience. You could be a good ally. Besides, Clark doesn't know if you're an adult, so it would be a good way to keep you under supervision.

That's why he's heading back to New York now.

The sun had already set, giving him a view of the beautiful night that had fallen while he was flying, but at that moment Clark was trying to find you.

He didn't know where you could be, in fact he didn't know what to do when he found you, he didn't even know what sparked his interest, he simply... felt. Something about how you were, the mystery surrounding you intrigued him, and Clark simply followed that instinct.

His thoughts were interrupted when his super hearing picked up a sound, of what sounded like running, it could have been anything but his instincts told him to follow the sound, to find the source.

He did.

And thank goodness he did, because he found you.

You were jumping over the buildings, like he had seen you do before, and it was only when you stopped that he could approach you. You were on the edge of the building, looking down at the floors. Clark intended to approach you, but it seemed like you had other plans.

"I thought you had already left." Your voice was neutral, showing no irritation or pleading, it was as white as a sheet, which made him stop, a little surprised that you had discovered him. "I did."

You turned to him, the eyes of the mask you were wearing showing him your confusion, looking him up and down, your reasoning led you to realize why he was here. "You- wait, are you following me?!"

"Following is a very strong word-"

"But you just admitted that you went to the metropolis and came to New York again!" Your arms gestured so quickly thanks to your nervousness that when you realized it you put one of them on your waist and the other you ran your hand over your face.

Clark couldn't help but find this cute.

"Look if this is because of the identity-"

"More or less, but that's not all." Clark's mouth turned into a gentle smile, your brain thinking about the possibilities again, all while you looked at him.

Silence reigned between the two, neither of them wanting to comment before the other, but it seems that Spider-Woman didn't have much time because a sound came from her gauntlet, she quickly accessed it and Clark saw that the "bracelet" was a type of miniature screen attached to the fabric of the suit, you looked at the messages before turning to Clark.

"I'm sorry but I have to go." You looked at the city below, looking at the lights that illuminated the place. Clark was about to speak when you cut him off before. "No offense Superman, but I think it's better if you go back to Metropolis, I don't have time to talk."

You spread your arms wide as you leaned towards the edge of the building, your eyes narrowed affectionately, which contradicted your voice full of irony. "Then this is our last meeting, thank you~"

And then you threw yourself.

Clark flew to the edge, ready to catch up with you, only to be faced with the emptiness of the city, you disappeared before their eyes, like a ghost.

"Then this is our last meeting."

No, it wouldn't be.

And it wasn't.

For the past four months, Clark has been bothering you, appearing out of nowhere, scaring you, helping you, making you more irritated by his constant appearances, making you more dynamic, more ironic, but happy.

It was a confusion of emotions, to tell the truth.

You expected that after a while he would stop doing this, after all he had things to take care of, for example: a city called Metropolis.

But Clark apparently didn't agree with that, because at least once every two weeks he would go to New York just to talk. The weirdest thing is that he started talking about his life to you as if he had known you for years! He talked about how he loved Lois, his relationship with John and Conner, GOD! He even talked about the Daily Planet!

Dude, he didn't even know who you were and he was just talking about his life to you?

You, however, always listened to him, you didn't tell him anything about your life but you didn't stop listening to him either.

Honestly, if you wanted to, you could very well mess with his life.

Good thing you're the heroine here.

As you jumped between buildings, your danger sensor beeped, warning you of something approaching. Knowing who it could be, you went down to the terrace of a building. Your suspicions were confirmed when you felt a gust of air from above. Turning around, you came face to face with the hero who had been on your tail for the last few months: Superman.

Clark had a gentle smile on his face, the smile of a hero, something that conveyed confidence and comfort. And it really did.

"Hello, Mr. Super, you look as happy as ever."

"Yeah, you look as relaxed as ever." He landed in front of you as you leaned against the building's railing, your elbows keeping your body steady as you assumed a carefree posture. Clark glanced at the buildings behind you nervously, uneasy about something. "I hope you don't mind, but we have company today."

You arched an eyebrow in doubt as your danger sensor went off like crazy, you had a few seconds before you turned around and launched a web at the person. You expected to find a criminal or even a super villain, but you were faced with the sunglasses of a teenager in a costume similar to Superman. "Yeah, she's really fast like you said."

What?

Before you could react, a much smaller figure appeared in front of you, just like the teenager (the difference was that he was a child and didn't wear glasses) he also looked a lot like Clark, he floated in front of you, bright and excited eyes directed at you. "Wow! You're so much cooler in person!"

A drop appeared on your head, turning to the man of steel you muttered to him. "Who are-"

"John and Conner." He chuckled softly, seeing your eyes narrow in irritation. "John really wanted to meet you and Conner ended up joining too."

"Oh." You pulled away from John a little as sarcasm flooded your lips. "That's great!"

Conner chuckled softly as you released him from your web, he approached you as he bent down a little to speak to you, since he was taller. "I thought you'd be happy to see us, it's not every day three Kryptonians come to New York to help with crimes." His voice held an undeniable teasing, the low and deep tone of his voice having the words dragged in his speech, it seemed almost sensual.

You stopped as you watched the other two, John and Clark froze, their gazes fixed on Conner, who you had confirmed was trying to subtly court you.

But you're not the shy girl here.

You approached him, close enough to be face to face, your breath could be felt on his mask. Conner, surprised by your bold move, leaned back, his cheeks flushed with your approach. "Well, New York is already protected by its heroine every day, so I don't need help." The smile on your face grew when Conner turned redder at the sound of your voice.

You quickly moved away from him and hung on the ledge, you turned to him, your figure shining with the lights in the city. "Then watch me do my job, mini super."

You fell from the building, the wind shaking your hood as you fell. Before hitting the ground, you threw a web up and climbed up again, hanging on one at a time. As your figure moved away, Conner and John looked at you. "Damn."

"You better come, or we'll end up losing her."

The night would be very long.

"OH GOSH, I'm so tired!" You yawned as you hung on the webs, it was almost four in the morning and you decided to go home. The supers had already left, you believe they were tired too (Especially Conner, where you and he played flirting all night).

You stopped on the terrace while looking around, seeing if someone or something had followed you, seeing no threat you hung on your web and slowly fell to your apartment, you opened the balcony door and as soon as you entered you were greeted by a satisfied meow.

Looking at the sofa in the living room, you saw Mooly lying on the cushion, the little black kitten moving and going to your ankle, cunning for affection. You laughed softly and picked her up gently, while placing her in your arms. "Hey, haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

As you petted the little one, footsteps were heard throughout the house, when you looked up you came across a large white vinyl robot, its form being embraced by its shadows, its round eyes shining in the dark space.

You looked at it and it did the same, the atmosphere apparently cold and tense to those looking from the outside, but completely the opposite for those who live in this house. The robot bowed respectfully, its voice, calm and tobotic, showed deep down a contained joy, reserved only for those close to it.

"It's so good to see you home." He stood up from his position, round eyes blinking slightly in the darkness of the apartment.

"Master (Name)."

You smiled as you set Mooly down on the couch again, you raised your hand to his neck and squeezed it, causing his mask to retract, revealing his identity. His face, the face of someone forgotten is a frequent presence on the walls here.

(Name) Wayne, the Spider-Woman, the missing daughter, the useless Wayne. His face was older than before, aged like red wine, clearly showing that you took after your father, since your face was just like his. Beautiful and exquisite, cold and deadly.

"It's good to be home Mark, where's Alex?" You asked as you squeezed your shoulder, which was a bit sore from today's patrol.

"Mrs. Alex is already asleep, she said she couldn't stand listening to you flirting with Superboy anymore."This made you laugh out loud, you could imagine Alex covering his ears so he wouldn't hear the two of you. You pressed the bracelet on your wrist and in a flash your suit retracted into the bracelet, showing your figure that had a loose blouse and pants. You stretched, heading towards the bathroom.

"Well, I guess I better go too, tomorrow I have a college project and Mrs. Vivian wants me early at the coffee shop" before you could get there Mark called you, his voice echoing through the house. "You got a message from Master Billy."

You stopped and looked at Mark, the notification displayed on his cute belly from an ologram. "Did he send it at this time?" The robot shook his head and handed the phone to you.

Opening your messages you went straight to Billy's contact, concern starting to creep in on you, but then again, you should know how Billy is.

Because when you saw the message you felt your stomach churn.

Billy Batson was eating the most beautiful and delicious candy you had ever seen in your entire life, and he sent it to you even though he knew about your addiction to sweets.

That little shit-

You quickly typed furiously on the cell phone keyboard, not caring that it was late, just wanting to curse Batson for making you feel hungry when you planned on not having dinner.

'Fuck, I hate you Batson ಥ_ಥ'

His answer didn't take more than a few seconds to come, his response irritating you even more.

'HEY, you finally answered me, I was already worried. Besides, I know you love me 𖹭𖹭𖹭(∪ ◡ ∪)'

'I promise I'll buy one for you, good night little spider ツ'

'...good night Billy.'

You wanted to cry, that's it.

Especially because you were hungry now.

Knowing your fate, you threw the cellphone on the couch and turned on the kitchen light, you heard Mooly and Mark's footsteps following you.

"I think there are still ingredients for a mug cake, right?" eating now wouldn't hurt.

"Bruce? BRUCE!" The aforementioned looked at the entrance of the batcave where Tim and Jason had rushed in. The two looked like they had seen a ghost, sweaty and pale, still in their suits. "Tim, what is it?"

"You- You need to see this!" He sighed heavily as he threw himself into the chair at the control panel, his fingers typing faster than he had seen them on missions. Bruce looked at Jason, who was standing next to him, who had a burning look on his face, hope hidden behind his eyes.

What's going on?

Bruce didn't need to ask, because Tim began to explain to him. "Since the accident with... (Name), I've never found any clues..." Bruce shuddered at the sound of your name, they didn't talk about that subject.

Even after three years it still hurt.

"But that was because I wasn't looking in the right place!" The teenager put up the pictures of the bus that had been carrying you that day, only the wreckage that was left was in the picture. "But now-now I know where to look."

"Last year, Star City had several people kidnapped suddenly, just like (Name) no one found any clues about the case, but Jason and Roy investigated thoroughly and managed to find a kind of underground dungeon where the kidnapped people would be."

Now on the computer was the picture of the bus and of a kind of what Bruce would call a mental hospital. The place was so rotten and filthy that Bruce wondered if anyone lived there. "Apparently there's nothing, but if you look behind each of the huge graffiti on the wall..."

Tim, using the program, removed the graffiti, which gave Bruce a view of the white walls, but in the middle of them, pieces of something nonsensical resided there. "... and put them together."

The movement in Tim's hands moved the images on the wall, distorting and shaping them until one completed the other, making the nonsensical make sense.

"A symbol."

The symbol of a womb wrapped around a two-headed serpent.

"Do you know where else this symbol is?" Tim again returned to the image of the bus wreckage, he shaped the image and put together pieces of the walls that resulted in the same symbol, but with small parts missing. "So you mean-"

"That the same people who kidnapped the people in Star City were the ones who kidnapped (Name)." Jason answered for the two, his tone as dejected as Bruce's.

He can't blame him, he's in a similar state.

"The problem is that I can't find out what it means, I've tried on the Internet, in history books, even on Wikipedia! But I haven't found anything."

The crushing silence suffocated those present, leaving invisible marks on their being. "It has to have a meaning, anything- okay, what does it mean to a womb?!"

"Jason, this is stupid-"

"No, but we have to try! Shit, you only looked in science books or-or whatever, but have you tried to look for anything related to mythology?" Tim thought for a moment, but shook his head negatively.

"The womb refers to the woman, the mother. Now, what does a two-headed snake refer to?" Bruce asked no one in particular, his thoughts searching for the knowledge he had about it.

"Would it be a mother snake? That's nonsense."

Jason thought for a moment and realized something. "Technically, it's not." The red hood searched the control panel while talking to Robin and Batman.

"In Greek mythology, there was a creature that was half snake and half woman." The mythological image appeared next to the symbol. The grotesque figure of the creature somehow referred to the symbol.

"She was known as the mother of monsters."

"Echidna."

HI GUYS, this chapter was a lot of work, I had a lot of blockages but I managed to do it.

Now I have a question to ask: Is Conner treated as Clark's son or brother?

You already know that I haven't read the comics, I've watched Young Justice (at least there it gave the impression that Conner would be treated as Clark's son) but on Wikipedia it says that Conner is treated as John's uncle, please answer me 😭.

I'm also doing a reader drawing (NON-CANONIC), I think I'll do headcanons too. I'll possibly leave a link below.

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[xavissky]

Sleepy Negotiations | Sylus x Reader

Genre: Comfort, SFW

Word count: ~700

A gift for @mephisto-reporting

Synopsis: Sylus negotiates with his beloved when she needs him but can't quite say it out loud

It's half past midnight, and Sylus has wrapped his evening up early. There's a remarkable amount of time to do things, errands, preparations, entrainment to pass time, but of all of it, all he's wants is to know what she's up to. The advantage of being on distant sleep schedules is that she's often free during the first part of his "morning" the disadvantage of course is that at times like this when he has a remarkable amount of time to do anything, he knows that time can't be spent reasonably with her.

A "caw!" breaks through the air of his thought and a mechanical whir emits from flapping metal feathered pieces that settles into the shape of a bird on his arm.

"What do you mean she's online?"

As Sylus opens his phone, his lips twist in an amused smile while he sees a singular crow cartoon message from just seconds ago.

"She's awake."

Although he could question her for being awake, he can't deny the joy that fills him to know that they might have just one moment together.

"So, you decided to sleep at this hour?" It's a statement more than a question that needs answering.

The voice on the other end sounds a bit bashful, a bit exasperated. "I had a long day, okay? I wasn't tired yet."

"No?"

"Yeah it was just weird. I'm fine. Why are you calling? I thought you had... stuff."

And suddenly he wants to hear everything that he's picking up on in her tired voice. What story, what emotions does she have to share, what windows could he open to peer into more of her life? As his mind begins to already figure what she might need, he's hurrying through his room and grabbing a small vile to hand to Mephisto. The bird is gone before he asks his next question.

"Stuff." A short chuckle. "Yes. A copious amount of... truly boring things to do. What's on your mind, sweetie? I have time."

"Well... I mean, it's not bad-"

And then he knew. He always knew when she was like this that she'd be clutching her blankets or twiddling her thumbs, anything to downplay it. Anything but 'I need you.'

It made his heart clench, and it made him all the more soothed by her voice. It had taken time, far too much of it, but he had found that they'd reached a quiet comfort in each other now. Now they could manage a phone call here and there to unload. Before, the excuses had been here and there, for needs and necessities, but always under pretense of some other a reason. He didn't want it to always continue that way.

"Don't you know why I called, sweetie?"

"Um. Because you saw me online and wanted to tell me to go to bed?"

Another short laugh. He loved the way she could do that to him when no one else could.

"Because I just wanted to hear the voice of the woman I love. I... missed you a bit more today." He could hear a breath and then silence on the other end. Processing, he imagined, and before he could let her try to stumble through an answer, he tacks on a tactical, "Let's negotiate. Are you listening?"

There's more silence, and a sniff. "Yeah."

"I'll take you to dinner tomorrow anywhere you want, in exchange for your story tonight. I want to hear everything. Do you accept these terms?"

This time she laughs, and he can't tell if she's amused or embarrassed or both. "Why..."

"Questioning a high stake deal at a point like this, kitten? I thought I taught you better. You don't... have to say anything you don't want to. I just want to hear you talk a little more. Okay?"

"...Okay. Deal."

"Good. Get comfortable. If you fall asleep while chatting, don't worry. It'll just mean our dinner will come sooner. I'm looking forward to seeing our deal to fruition."

A few minutes later there's a tap at her window and Mephisto drops a vile of lavender essential oil in her palm. For sleep, he has explained. Small tokens of affection, and just another way to say that she was loved.

[jsooly]

taken in by the sullys (2) / x human!daughter!reader (neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, tuk x sister!reader)

synopsis, after jake convinced neytiri to take you in (part 1), you help prepare jake and neytiri for the baby they're so close to having... ++ some fluffy moments

+ takes place between avatar 2009 and atwow

(1) / (2 - ur here! ☆) / (3) / (4*)

+ chapters with an * beside it means that it’s following atwow plot line as opposed to disconnected scenarios

jake:

the most protective father ever

you were barely 2 years old when he met you and now that you're living among na'vi, you were even smaller and at risk of being trampled at any given moment

he lets you wander wherever you want as long as he's two steps behind

"careful," he called behind you as he watched you toddle your way onto a large branch. "it's slippery."

whether you heard him or not, you rushed on, speeding along the mossy surface of the branch.

"hey! y/n, i said be—"

your feet slipped on the wet greenery, falling on your back and rolling off the branch. jake's arm snapped out to grab you, his firm grip pressing into your arm. letting out a sigh of relief, he straddled the branch as he pulled you up by one arm, giving you a knowing look. he set you down and held your shoulders to steady you.

"what'd i tell you, hm?" jake muttered, lowering his head to catch your eye.

"'s slippery."

"that's right." he tapped your feet, gently pressing in into the lush surface of the branch. "dig your feet deeper, walk slowly. crouch to balance."

you were as agile as the na'vi in no time

jake had to be so creative to keep you away from his technology and guns

you could worm your way out of any barricade or corner he put you in

long story short he could not catch a break with you and your hot feet

"what are you doing?" neytiri narrowed her eyes as she noticed jake skulking around the branches and trees.

"nothing, nothing," jake answered hurriedly, waving off her suspicion.

"you are looking for something," neytiri stated, and he couldn't even deny that, because he was looking for something—rather, someone.

he tried to deny it anyways. "no, i'm not."

"you have lost her—"

"i did not!"

"—again. if you cannot keep track of this little human, what hope do we have for our own children?"

a soft giggle made both of their heads snap to the left. jake gave neytiri a knowing look and slowly crept to the source of the noise.

"not gonna get away from me this time, kid." jake whispered to himself, snickering. neytiri watched on, her arms folded.

"aha!" jake pulled back the leaves covering a hollow nook in the tree, his grin falling when you were nowhere to be seen.

"you were saying, ma'jake?" neytiri laughed lightly, shaking her head and turning back to the bowl she was mixing.

"where the—" jake stepped backwards, sighing. "okay, i give up! you in the mood to give daddy a break?" he begged.

he heard the rustle of leaves above him. he looked up just as you fell down from the canopy onto his shoulders, using his hair to stop yourself from slipping clean off his back.

"ack—that's a grip." jake groaned in pain, supporting you with his hand before coaxing your fingers out of his hair.

"surprise!" you squealed, hugging his face. "you surprised?"

jake laughed and tugged you off his shoulders, throwing you up into the air. he caught you in his arms and pinched your cheeks. "yeah, i'm surprised. got me real good. i'll need to tie a balloon or somethin' to keep track of you, huh?"

you slipped out of his arms before he even finished his threat and ran to the other side of neytiri. using her as a shield you stuck you tongue out at him.

all jake could do was shake his head and smile.

the softest father ever :(

the one that would allow you to get into a bit of trouble if it'd teach you a lesson, then comfort you as you cry about it later

the one who comforts you regardless of the reason, actually

"what happened?" jake sat down beside you.

you turned away from him, almost embarrassed that you were crying over something so silly. you fell and scraped your knee pretty bad. normally, you could walk these kinds of things off, but in front of the other na'vi kids?

"hey. c'mon," jake's gentle hand rested on your shoulder, turning you gently towards him. he gave you a sympathetic smile. "talk to me. what's wrong?"

you couldn't articulate exactly how you felt so you offered up your leg, the torn skin leaking blood. jake hissed as he assessed your injury, turning your leg side to side.

"ooh, got scraped up pretty bad. took a bad fall?" he chuckled. "don't worry, we'll put some salve on it and wrap it up, yeah?"

you pursed your lips. he smiled and kissed your forehead, scooping you up in his arms to bandage your wound.

neytiri:

as we've established in the last part, she was wary of you and how you'd fit in the family she envisioned for herself

but a month after meeting you, there were so many instances where she sensed the same wonder and strength in you that she first saw in jake

neytiri grabbed your arm and slung you over her back as she scaled trees and leaped from branch to branch. she slowed when she approached some game for her hunt, gently crouching down and letting you slide off her.

you mirrored her sneaky movements, staying low to the ground and keeping a trained eye on the target.

neytiri inhaled sharply as she drew her bow, letting the arrow fly. she raced down the tree and put the animal out of its misery, whispering prayers of thanks and comfort.

her ears perked up as she heard a thud. she shot up and raced to the sound. "y/n?"

she glanced up the tree and saw nothing. did a whole 360 and saw nothing. her heart squeezed with panic. "y/n!" she yelled.

she pushed through some vines, emerging into a clearing. she was about to lurch forward when the scene before her piqued her curiosity.

you sat in the middle of the clearing, a bunch of cuts and bruises from your fall. but one of the sprites of eywa bobbed in the air, resting on your head. you held out your hand and it migrated to your palm.

a soft smile graced her face as she observed you, yet again her expectations subverted. seeing you sitting in peace with the sprites floating all around you... you looked like any other na'vi kid experiencing the forest for the first time.

overly eager to teach you, especially how to wield a bow and arrow

she was almost due for neteyam when she first took you out into the open for some real experience — you had just turned 4

jake expressed his concerns about making you learn so young, but she didn't know any other way to teach you

if there was one thing with neytiri, it was that she put a lot of pressure on you

she was adamant that you learn the na'vi way of life and be up to speed, if not better, than the other kids your age

she figured if you were going to be a part of her future, you should be able to hold your own against your younger siblings when they come along

and that meant throwing you headfirst into the field.... after all the best way to learn is by doing, right?

"come," she beckoned you to the branch she was standing on. you jumped over to her, rushing across the wood and leaning against the center of the tree. she knelt behind you. "look, there. that fish in that pond. send an arrow through it."

you gave her a nervous glance. she just gave you a reassuring nod and guided your arms into position.

"what if i miss?" you asked.

she pursed her lips. "the fish will get startled and swim away." she rested a hand on your shoulder. "but that is fine. we will find others." she smiled softly and motioned to the target.

the small whine in your throat escaped, but you drew your bow taut nonetheless. you breathed in deeply, focusing as much as you could before letting your arrow fly.

the arrowhead pierced the fish's head cleanly, and the animal spasmed before going still.

neytiri yipped in approval. "very good." she hummed, patting your shoulder before dropping onto the ground to approach your kill. "very good."

you followed close behind.

neytiri was surprised. when she took you out she never imagined you'd actually do well. she just wanted you to observe targets at different angles, heights, and distances instead of the rigid target board they have at their home. but your grip and pull were strong, strong enough to fly true.

she glanced at you, observing you as you watched the stream pass over your fallen fish.

"well," she rested her hand on your head, stroking your hair. "it seems you have gotten us our dinner, y/n."

you beamed up at her proudly, and she felt a maternal pride blossom inside her heart as well.

then it was time for the baby.

jake made you stay outside of the birthing area, but you flinched whenever you heard neytiri's pained cries

and as soon as it started.... it was over.

jake hovered by neytiri's side, both entranced by the beautiful baby boy they created with their love.

"neteyam." neytiri whispered dreamily, holding her child close and nuzzling into his head. jake let out a chuckle in disbelief—never in a million years did he think he'd find a wife, much less start a family.

jake kissed neytiri's cheek as he handed her water and berries to replenish her strength before the clan's celebrations would begin.

a lengthy moment of silence passed over them as they basked in the excitement and bliss of becoming new parents.

something was missing, but neither wanted to bring it up in fear of ruining the moment. finally, neytiri couldn't take it anymore.

"bring her." neytiri whispered. jake looked back, assessing his wife's expression and attempting to read between the lines.

"are you sure? you just—"

"do as i say," she hissed.

"yes ma'am." he raised his hands in surrender, running off to find you.

he caught you in his weapons trunk again, struggling to hold open the lid while also grabbing the guns. he shook his head with a roll of his eyes, sneaking up on you and snatching you from the ground. with a hearty laugh he threw you into the air, catching you and slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"the baby is here?!" you asked, propping yourself up with your hands on his back.

"yes, yes, neteyam is here." jake confirmed. "now, he's about as big as you but that doesn't mean you can't be careful. you gotta be gentle with him. he's just a baby."

you nodded along, taking your new role to heart.

jake entered the family space again and you scurried off his body to neytiri's side. cautiously, you crept closer, observing the new addition to the family unit. you glanced at neytiri to make sure you were doing okay.

she seemed to notice your apprehension. "come closer, y/n... it is alright. this is neteyam."

you climbed up on the stool beside her, peering down into her arms at the resting newborn. jake was right—the baby was just as big as you, but then again, his parents were almost 9 feet tall.

you poked his shoulder softly. he bristled and turned in neytiri's arm, his little hand open. you rested your finger there and watched neteyam's hand slowly, tightly, curl around your finger.

and that's when you made a promise. no matter how big they get—neteyam, lo'ak, kiri, and tuk—you'll always be there to protect them. in any way you could.

(whether you will be a strength to the family or its weakness is up to fate and time.)

IMPORTANT !! okay guys at this point in the series we're at a crossroads—do we go down the angsty route of unbelonging? or the kinder route of fluff and love? there's sm more potential for angst but if we wanna keep it peace and love, i'd enjoy writing that to. let me know which direction you wanna go ! <3

© jsooly ‘25

@davalos-04 you wanted to be tagged <3 ! thanks for reading

[niningtori]

freudian

pairing(s): choi beomgyu x you, choi soobin x you

summary: freudian - susceptible to analysis in terms of unconscious desires. or, your parents have forced you to be "best friends" with minji, a woman you're convinced was put on this earth specifically tailored for you to have a mutual hatred with, since elementary school. she's confident, beautiful, and charming; and her boyfriend, beomgyu, is just as formidable. he's been a pain in your ass, an asshole to you to the most severe degree, since they got together in college. now, you're roommates with minji, but you begin to secretly take interest in beomgyu's best friend, soobin. it's just that... beomgyu's been acting weird these days.

genre: angst, romance, smut (mdni), lowkey yandere

warnings: smut (mdni!!!), yandere!beomgyu but more like pathetic!beomgyu, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, impregnation kink, no real dom/sub dynamic bc it didn't feel right but sub!gyu is coming back in a big way in "our deal"

word count: 13.1k

notes: hello my friends! i know i've been gone for a minute and i told myself i would post this on my bday at the latest... mind u it was in may LOL but this is a bit long for me so i hope that makes up for it a little 🥹 thank you all for being so patient with me. i hope you enjoy, and if you do, please leave feedback—it is truly so encouraging! if you don't like it please spare me i beg you cuz i'm still riding the struggle bus n don't want my feelings hurt

( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

“human beings are funny. they long to be with the person they love, but refuse to admit it openly. some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worse, returned. but one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection, even if it kills them slowly within.” - sigmund freud

-

you’ve never been one to try to work against the inevitable. some would call it pragmatism, others would call it simply being a fucking loser, but you try not to dwell on its meaning. as it is, when your parents forced you to become “best friends” and “practically sisters” with minji in elementary school, you just let it happen. and when she inevitably drew the attention of every boy your eyes happened to linger on for longer than ten seconds, you also let that happen. as the years passed, and your parents forced you to tolerate all of minji’s, frankly, bitchy behavior, you stopped trying to avoid your fate and became as seemingly unflappable as you are now. 

to say that minji is cartoonishly evil would simply be a lie, no matter how much you feel that way, but even you can recognize that she’s nice to a lot of people. it’s just, for some reason, you’re not one of them. when you two were forced to hang out together with friends, she would always bring up embarrassing stories to try to get them to laugh at you, and she's so damn charming, it worked. and on the rare occasion in which you felt kind of confident in your looks, she’d wait until you all were in public to point out insecurities you didn't even know you had. and the one time in middle school when you finally tried to tell your parents how awful minji was to you after she lied to the boy you liked by telling him that you called him ugly—which somehow resulted in her “comforting” him and becoming his first girlfriend—minji bawled like a baby during the mediation. in the end, you had to apologize to her for hurting her feelings. 

even so, forced proximity is a breeding ground for understanding, and you understood minji from the start. in the same way, she understood you. honestly, regardless of your wishes, she probably understood you better than anyone else; but that is no longer the case. for as much as you two have always hated each other, there used to be fleeting moments of connection. her making a snide comment about an obnoxious neighbor when they compared you to her, and you taking care to make sure nobody ate the rest of her favorite dish when she was late to family dinner. you two may have disliked each other, but there was an undercurrent of… something. it was a twisted relationship, you won't deny that, but it was a relationship, nonetheless. however, all of that dissipated like smoke once you reached early adulthood. to this day, you're not sure why. 

yours and minji’s parents pretty much forced you to room together in college, both stating that it was the only way they’d feel comfortable with you two being on your own. regardless of how quickly the two of you would now dismiss such a ridiculous notion, you were both relieved at the idea. it was almost like having a built-in companion. however, very shortly after you two settled in, things went from mildly bad to absolutely abysmal. undeniable, but ultimately menial, feelings of derision from minji became outright disdain towards you. you won't lie and say you didn't become petty in return, and you’ve never cared enough to fix such a strange dynamic, though you sometimes wonder if you should. 

as it stands, minji could hear you getting slandered to pieces, and she’d probably join in. as for you, you’d indifferently watch someone gorge the rest of her favorite dish at family dinner rather than speak up for her. now, after both having graduated and joined the workforce, you no longer have to worry about threats to cut your livelihood off. realistically, you could stand up to your parents and say, “fuck minji, fuck her parents, and fuck you both for manhandling me into being her friend!” but that sounds awfully dramatic, so you won’t.

besides, minji, for all of her raging bitchiness, is actually the best roommate you could ever ask for. for example, she never leaves her stuff lying around, and she always rinses off her dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. the only consistent downside has been the men she’s brought home since freshman year of college, which you declare are none of your business, but the sounds of her… passionate encounters are a real drag. still, you could mostly tolerate them, but her current—and seemingly permanent—boyfriend seems determined to elicit the most perverse sounds he can out of her. at first, you prayed that it was just the honeymoon phase, but it’s been literal years at this point, and the screams reverberating through the walls of your apartment would be an inconvenience to anyone; but it’s especially troubling on nights like tonight, in which you have to be up extra early tomorrow morning for a meeting at work. 

as you clutch a pillow to the top of your head in a vain effort to muffle out the lascivious noise, you contemplate maybe sending a text message asking minji to try to keep it down. maybe you could knock on the wall, and maybe that'd remind her that you're also a sentient human being who happens to occupy the room right next to hers. but you know it'd be fruitless, know it’d do nothing to actually help your situation. in fact, on the rare occasions that you’ve politely requested that they be considerate of your poor, battered sleep schedule, or even just subtly hinted to having something important in the early morning you needed to be well-rested for, it's always seemed to come back around and bite you in the ass. it's almost like they become even more unhinged than usual when they know you need your sleep, so there's absolutely no point in trying to get them to quiet down. still, as the hour ticks by, you become more and more anxious that you'll be unable to wake up tomorrow morning, so with a sigh, you tentatively knock on the wall between your bedrooms. 

surprisingly, the noise ceases, and you really think standing up for yourself might have just worked out in your favor for once, but then you hear minji and her boyfriend snicker, and then there's the damning sound of their resumed activities. she was loud before, but now, it's like minji is being mauled or something. so much for being well-rested.

-

you wake up the next morning feeling like you got hit by a truck, and you just know you look like shit. you try your best to cover your dark circles, but at this point, who are you fooling? when you finally leave your bedroom, you run into minji’s boyfriend, the one she's been obsessed with since college. beomgyu. 

“good morning,” he says with a lazy smirk as he leans over the counter. “did you sleep alright?” god, he’s such a fucking asshole.

“yep,” you mumble as you push past his shirtless body and reach into the fridge for your lunch.

“really? doesn't seem like it. you look like shit,” he chuckles, and while you don't even spare him a glance, you can just feel the smug look on his face emanating off of him and boring into the back of your head.

“thanks,” you say flatly as you fill up your water bottle. you're unsure why he even talks to you, but if you had to put it into words, it'd probably be something akin to the phenomenon of a cat watching a mouse as it backs itself into a corner. even so, you don't know why he bothers with trying to get a reaction out of you. you've never reacted to his taunts very much, but he still seems hellbent on making life difficult for you.

“you know, maybe if you got some good action, you’d understand why minji's as loud as she is,” beomgyu continues, almost as if he doesn't sense your unwillingness to participate in this—or really any—conversation with him.

“i'll keep that in mind,” you say perfunctorily as you shuffle over to the doorway and slide on your shoes before shutting and locking the door behind you. you don't see the way beomgyu’s fists clench at your unrelentingly dismissive tone, and even if you did, you wouldn't understand it.

-

in retrospect, you didn't have a particularly strong impression of beomgyu when you first met him. you vaguely remember him hanging around minji, and you somewhat recall listening to her rave about him against your will. still, her treating him like he’d been molded by the hands of the muses probably killed any interest in getting to know him in its crib. honestly? you probably should have planted some seeds of doubt in her mind when you two were still somewhat cordial, because if you had, maybe he wouldn't be with her today. your penchant for apathy has cost you peace, it seems, because beomgyu is at every family function and in every family photo, and at this point, it’s only a matter of time before he’s your de facto brother-in-law. 

it looks as though his continuous onslaught of criticisms about your appearance, your demeanor, and your very presence have no discernible end in sight; and minji is more than happy to up the ante whenever he's around, which is fucking always. you almost think that you, in some strange way, make their bond grow even stronger. after all, you're pretty passive prey, and it must be somewhat fun to invent new ways in an effort to push your buttons. still, you're older and more jaded now, and you're pretty resigned to your fate. anyway, there's no way to make a completely clean break from them without your family causing an uproar; and for as much as you resent them, you don't want to do that. 

-

you've been staying out more and more these days. after all, you're not getting much sleep at home, so what's the point of being there? plus, you’re effectively harassed by minji and beomgyu every time you have the displeasure of seeing them, so why bother? at least, that's what one would think your reasoning is, but reality is much more complicated than that. and your reality involves soobin, a guy you met in college, who you happened to reconnect with when you went out drinking with some coworkers a few months ago. 

how do you know soobin in the first place? well, you initially met him through his best friend… beomgyu. so, complicated is putting it very generously. frankly, you’re surprised someone as sweet and mild-mannered as soobin is best friends with an asshole like beomgyu, but then, you’re “best friends” with someone you fucking hate, so you guess that’s just how things work out sometimes. 

even when you are home, you don’t speak to beomgyu, who’s at your apartment so much, you wonder why he and minji haven’t just bitten the bullet to officially move in together and leave you stranded; but you're thankful they haven't because the roommate market is in dire straits. realistically, you never did speak to either of them for any meaningful amount of time outside of deflecting their verbal jabs about how you're an undesirable loser, but now, it’s even less than ever. 

you spend the night at soobin’s pretty much constantly, so tonight, your elusive presence at your own apartment is particularly jarring. the kitchen is dimly lit by the moonlight and the fluorescent lighting above the stove, and the only sounds are from you quietly opening up the plastic of the post-midnight snack you’re making. that is, until you hear the door to minji's room opening as beomgyu creeps out and lightly shuts the door behind him. you immediately register his nearly-naked form, but you're so used to it by now, you don't even blink. 

“hey," he says tentatively, but you've never been particularly in tune with beomgyu's emotions, so you don't catch the hesitation in his greeting.

"mm," you hum as you furrow your eyebrows, focusing on preparing your snack. 

"you haven't, uh, been around much. everything okay?" he asks gently.

“yep,” you reply as you focus on setting the timer.

“have you been working a lot?” he probes.

“not really,” you mumble as you begin to pour yourself a glass of water. it's late, and you've been with soobin all night, only returning home because you didn't bring a change of clothes for work tomorrow, so your inhibitions are lowered. you're not as guarded as usual, and beomgyu is intent on capitalizing off of that.

“you should eat some real food,” he suggests, trying another tactic. “i could… i could make you something, if you want.” this is… weird. beomgyu has never offered to cook for you, and while he's made things before that you happen to like, it’s always been in service of minji; and he’s only ever offhandedly remarked that there were leftovers available to you. of course, you’ve always refused, so his present consideration is daunting, to say the very least. finally, you make eye contact with him.

“uh, thanks, but it's fine. i'm tired, so i want to eat something easy and quick before bed,” you say as you redirect your attention to your timer, willing it to move faster so you can eat and get the hell out of here. you push your hair back as you wait, and you unknowingly reveal a darker patch of skin where soobin had unintentionally sucked too hard on your neck. in the dim light of the kitchen, beomgyu’s eyes immediately zero in on the mark. he draws closer, his tall frame looming over yours as he holds your hair back to get a better look.

“what's this?” you balk at his question and his overly-familiar proximity. you try to pull away, but he just steps closer, essentially trapping you between himself and the counter.

“who were you with?” he asks between clenched teeth, his eyes narrowing with a darkness you’ve never seen from him, or from anyone, really. 

you wave his hand away in annoyance.

“why do you care? you're too close,” you defiantly reply. his jaw ticks as he leans down closer to your face, his intent eyes scanning your annoyed ones.

“who were you with?” he repeats, his voice even lower this time. thank god above that your timer goes off, and you push him off of you as you grab your food and scurry to your room, eager to put some distance between the two of you. you shut your door, as usual, but for some reason, you're compelled to lock it. 

-

you think of your bizarre encounter as a one-time thing, though you're still not sure what to make of it. yours and minji’s families have always tried to push the “family” narrative between you two, and beomgyu by extension, so you briefly entertain the thought that he might actually just be buying into the ludicrous idea, albeit belatedly; but that thought is snuffed out when his previous asshole behavior is dialed up to 100. the groceries you buy are always mysteriously gone before you can even finish eating them, your keys are never where you left them, and you swear minji and/or beomgyu are using your shampoo with the intent of draining it immediately every time you buy a new bottle. is this their way of “hinting” at you to kick rocks and find your own place? if so, how petty. getting a new place on your own would be expensive, and while you're not home much anymore, you feel it's far too early in your relationship with soobin to formally suggest moving in together. you'll just tough it out.

among all the preteen-level hazing tactics, though, there is one thing that genuinely unsettles you: things in your room are always slightly out of place. your mirror is slightly tilted a bit differently than usual, the clothes in your dresser are folded a bit more crisply than you remember, and you're trying not to feel crazy when you can't find a few pairs of your favorite panties.

tonight, you're finally home from a long, long day of work, and all you want to do is relax. you realize that soobin's home is a lot more peaceful, but his parents are visiting from out of town until tomorrow evening, which means they’ll be staying at his apartment until then. soobin still kindly offered to have you spend the night, and while you'd be happy to meet his parents, you’d feel a bit awkward with going any further than a simple dinner for a first introduction. 

so you're home. while you thought you knew beomgyu’s schedule well enough to successfully avoid him, it seems that he's awake far later than usual, and he's lounging on the couch when you walk through the doorway. his eyes immediately dart up when he sees you. 

“damn it,” you mentally curse, and it's like he can hear your unsavory thoughts.

“home late from whoring around again?” he drawls. you roll your eyes while taking off your shoes, but he’s especially relentless tonight.

“that's all you're doing, you know,” he continues. “nobody will ever take you more seriously than that. what do you have to offer other than mediocre sex?” there's a sneer on his mouth, which is normal, but his eyes are burning with the same unsettling intensity you registered when you last saw him; and while you’ve usually considered beomgyu as a mildly annoying pest, you start to feel a real inkling of anger. you don’t care—well, you shouldn't care—but it’s like he's dealing even lower blows than usual. you're about to answer with something —anything—but he does not take kindly to your silence.

“see, even you don't know the answer to my question,” he says with a mean laugh. “that poor bastard must be desperate for pussy to settle for you. but easy is easy, i guess.” 

for the first time ever, you actually do respond, and of all the things you could conceivably say, you unintentionally utter a string of words that happen to be particularly soul-crushing to beomgyu: “you're fucking disgusting.” you don't stick around after that, because he clearly doesn't give a shit, so why should you? you could rub your relationship with beomgyu’s very own best friend in his face, but he's not worth it. you’ll go back to ignoring him like you usually do, and you genuinely consider scouring the web for roommates. you even consider just moving out and paying this city’s exorbitant amount of rent on your own. you'll see.

beomgyu, however, is reeling from what you said. for reasons he can't possibly begin to understand, those three seemingly innocuous words, probably uttered without much thought, seemed to dig at something inside of him he can't quite explain. the pain is there, but its source is buried deep down, down, down in his stomach. he tells himself it meant nothing, that you didn't even think about what you said before saying it; but for some reason, the notion that you didn't have to think about it, that you just said what you honestly felt for him, makes him feel even worse.

he's not sure what outcome he was expecting. after all, he wanted to push your buttons, so why did succeeding for the first time feel so… so strange? he feels a sense of unease unlike anything he’s ever felt before. he’d talk about his feelings, but he doesn't understand where they're coming from, and even if he did, who would he tell? minji? the thought alone is laughable. while she has absolutely no qualms about dumping all of her problems on him, he’s never reciprocated. besides, any mention of you quickly devolves into shit-talking. he could tell soobin, but his so-called best friend has been flaking on him for reasons unknown. 

between the two, the answer is clear: soobin. still, having a non-conversation with him sounds unappealing, so he'll simply make soobin come out with him and the rest of their friend group. even if he can't quite articulate his feelings, just getting wasted with his friends should be enough to tie him over. he texts his group chat naming a day, time, and bar. everyone eagerly agrees, even his recently dodgy best friend.

-

being fifteen minutes late is one thing—even thirty minutes would be acceptable—but when soobin still hasn’t shown up an hour after the agreed upon time, beomgyu is thoroughly irritated. he tries to text, but when they remain unanswered, he harshly pushes out his chair and heads to the bathroom to call his increasingly unreliable best friend. the phone rings… and rings… and rings. beomgyu’s jaw clenches as he begins to accept that soobin, in fact, will not answer. then, just when he’s about to hang up, a groggy voice echoes into his ear. 

“hello?”

beomgyu tries to rein in his temper as he snaps, “soobin, where the fuck are you?” 

“huh?” soobin mumbles.

“you were supposed to be here a fucking hour ago. why are you bailing again? are you hooking up with someone without telling me?” usually, beomgyu couldn't care less about who soobin’s latest fuck is, but he feels the barest amount of dread in his stomach for reasons he will soon understand. 

“uh, no,” soobin replies, his voice a little clearer this time in lieu of beomgyu’s edge. “i’m just… really tired. look, i’m sorry i bailed again. we’ll go out soon, okay?” beomgyu is temporarily placated until the following moment.

“come back to bed,” beomgyu hears someone whine in a sleepy voice. it’s too low for beomgyu to pinpoint whose it is, but the dread he feels makes a resurgence. 

“are you fucking serious right now?” beomgyu snarls. “you keep bailing on me because you're shacking up with someone, aren't you?” he's not sure why, but he's compelled to ask, “who is it?” 

“no! it’s… it’s just the tv, i swear. look, uh, i’ve gotta go. i’ll text you later, alright?” soobin thinks he hangs up the phone, but unfortunately for everyone involved, he does not. beomgyu knows he should end the call and grill soobin for some answers later, but something tells him to keep listening, so he does—which is a decision he will come to regret.

“you're such a baby,” soobin coos as he loudly plants kisses down somebody's body. fuck whatever decision beomgyu thought he was making, he’s hanging up now. but then, a voice he’d know anywhere cuts through the haze. your voice.

“mmm, soobin, i need more.” 

what the fuck? 

beomgyu gasps sharply as if he’s been kicked square in the chest, the breath leaving his lungs until they start to burn. he thinks it can't get any worse than this, but then the real noise starts. it’s all a blur, really, but between the breathy moans, the cries of pleasure, the unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh, and soobin’s filthy words of satisfaction, what really stuns beomgyu the most is your stomach-churning praise. he can barely comprehend where he is, can barely register anything outside of the noises that threaten to break a barrier within him that he never even knew existed. 

beomgyu’s eyes squeeze shut, and his voice is nothing more than a rasp as he says, “soobin, i’ll fucking kill you.” he’s surprised at how much he means it, because right now, he really could imagine stringing his dearest friend up like prized game; but soobin’s phone has long been forgotten, tangled up in his sheets as he continues to sloppily fuck you. 

“you feel so goddamn good,” soobin growls. “gonna fill you up, sweetheart.” 

you cry out wantonly, and finally, finally, beomgyu hangs up and rips his phone away from his ear as if it burns him. he’s panting now, and he’s unsure why, but his hands are shaking as he throws his poor phone at the bathroom wall, watching it shatter with reddened eyes.

he won’t let you and soobin do this to him.

-

you’re fast asleep after your passionate indulgence with soobin, snugly curled up in his sheets wearing nothing other than one of his t-shirts. soobin smiles down at you before pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead, murmuring something about loving you. his head whips up when he hears his front door unlocking, and he carefully extricates himself from your tangled limbs, but he’s not quite fast enough to intercept beomgyu before he enters the bedroom. 

beomgyu is shaking with rage in a way soobin has never seen him do, but if beomgyu had the capacity to comprehend it, he’d notice that soobin seems surprisingly calm in what should theoretically be an unsettling situation.

beomgyu, though, is too shaken to wrap his mind around anything except for the sight of you curled up in his best friend’s bed. it’s a brutal confirmation of what he already knew, but wanted to deny. beomgyu can't bring himself to leave the bedroom, but he keeps his voice as low as he can despite his rage. he does not understand why. 

“you fucking bastard. you’re supposed to be my best friend, how could you do this? you’ve been fucking my girl’s best friend for god knows how long now, and you didn’t think to tell me?” beomgyu snarls, his voice low and dripping with venom.

“this has nothing to do with you,” soobin says flatly.

“has nothing to do with me? she may be a fucking loser, but she’s family to me, and you turned around and fucked her without asking me first?” beomgyu is filled with righteous indignation, and soobin’s incomprehensible demeanor shifts from dismissive to awed.

soobin silently stares at beomgyu with wide eyes and a gaping mouth before he incredulously asks, “oh my god, you really don't get it, do you? even after all this time… jesus, you’re either stupid or in denial.”

“what the fuck are you talking about?” beomgyu says fiercely, but soobin only sighs in exasperation.

“beomgyu, i knew you were clueless, but i didn’t think you were this clueless. look, she’s your girlfriend’s ‘best friend’, and even that is debatable, and you’re just the guy who happens to be dating her friend. so what? you won’t marry minji, won’t even officially move in with her, even after all of her ‘hints’ for ages now, so what exactly makes you family?” beomgyu falters at soobin’s words, but he doesn't back down. not yet.

“because i’ve known her for years! i’m still a part of her life, and she… she’s basically like family to me. i mean, i see her every day, i’m at every fucking holiday with her, every family dinner, and i know her better than you do.” beomgyu feels a bit pathetic having to explain his place in your life like this, but the words are still asserted with conviction. his next words, though, are not. “and she’s… she’s not like all your other flings. she’s not supposed to deal with bastards like you who only want to use her.” 

soobin, again, sighs. 

“there’s only so much shit you can do behind your ‘protective brother figure’ bullshit, but if you want to go there, we can go there. what kind of brother figure jerks off to his sister figure after he gets done fucking his girlfriend? and don’t lie, because i used to live with you, and i’ve heard you whine her name in the bathroom a million times.” beomgyu turns beet red as his jaw drops in sheer shock at the brazen accusation, no matter how true it may be; but soobin is not near finished. 

“and what guy threatens every man who ever takes an interest in a girl that's 'basically his sister’ before they can even say anything to her? you’ve been doing that shit since college, beomgyu, and the real reason you’re so scared to see her with someone else is partly because you’re terrified that they’ll turn out to be exactly what you are: obsessed—not because you’re waiting for the right guy.” beomgyu opens his mouth to retort, but he finds any words he might say dying in his throat before they can quite make it through his lips. soobin continues matter-of-factly, no room for debate.

“the rest of it is because you want to be the right guy for her, but you know you can’t be, because to her, you’re just the asshole who’s shacking up with the girl she’s hated all her life. you won’t live with minji, because that means you two would probably have to live alone, so you wouldn't be able to see the person you really want. and you won’t marry minji, because then, things would really be over, and you’d have no chance.” 

beomgyu feels like he can’t breathe, let alone speak, at soobin’s merciless deconstruction of his repressed feelings. he desperately wants to deny it, but when he looks at your sleeping form, the only thing he wants even more desperately is to hold you. you look so devastatingly beautiful like this, and he would say he wants to see you like this forever, but that’s not true. what he really wants is for your eyes to flutter open just to look at him, and for him to be the only one you see, just like you’re the only one he sees. he wants you to sleepily smile up at him before letting him touch you, hold you, kiss you, just like he’s wanted from the day he first met you. his eyes turn red as they begin to ache with unshed tears.

beomgyu swallows thickly as he feebly chokes out his next words. 

“i know. i know i'm… i’m a coward. but i love her. what am i supposed to do?” despite soobin’s unforgiving speech, beomgyu has no one else to turn to with this. he momentarily forgets that the man he’s pleading for guidance from is the very man who’s taken you away from him. and that man is now irritated.

“you're not getting it,” soobin scoffs. “you already have no chance, and you never will. instead of just approaching her like a fucking normal person, you were too much of a coward to risk being rejected, and because of that, you’ll never be anything to her. i’m not going to sit here and help you win my girlfriend over. you don't deserve her, and even if you did, i still wouldn't help you.” 

… girlfriend? girlfriend? soobin is many things, a man-whore being one of them, so beomgyu had assumed soobin was just hooking up with you behind his back. truthfully, the thought of anyone in this world having you in that way, the way beomgyu never could, makes him feel like he’s going to vomit; but to know that you’re not just one of soobin’s flings, to know that soobin sees what beomgyu’s seen in you since the moment he first laid eyes on you… that’s what truly makes him feel like he’s going to be fucking sick. 

he's angry. of course, he's angry. but more than angry, he's distraught. he’s never felt so stripped bare—naked and vulnerable for anyone with eyes to see—his usual arrogance failing to cover the ugliness that's been the crux of his true nature for longer than he can remember. he’s been exposed, belly up, with his insides torn out and put on display like a fucking frog stuck under a microscope. and all the while, soobin has been sitting and watching beomgyu squirm as he futilely tries to free himself.

“so, you… you knew how i felt this entire time, and you still got with her?” beomgyu chokes out between strained breaths. this makes soobin pause, and for the first time, he looks like he feels somewhat guilty for what he’s done.

“... yeah. yeah, i did. i thought, well, if you're never going to do anything, why can’t i? i… i’m sorry.” beomgyu knows soobin is not a malicious person, and deep down, he knows he can't blame soobin for seizing the chance to be with you. if he were in soobin’s shoes, if he had a fraction of his bravery, he’d have done the exact fucking same. but still. still, how could soobin do this to him? he could have chosen anyone else in this world, just not you. anyone but you.

“sorry? you’re sorry? you just sat there and fucking ripped me apart, and now you're telling me you’re sorry?” beomgyu accuses with a bitter laugh, his voice unconsciously raising with every word. how could soobin make him confront his unrequited love for you only to rip it out from underneath him? soobin’s supposed to be his best friend, and now he's stealing the love of his life away. but then, he supposes you were never really his in the first place. he's panting now, flushed and angry and at the very precipice of snapping into something unrecognizable. 

soobin pauses before he placatingly says, “look, i know you're overwhelmed right now, and i know you're hurting. but you—”

“are you seriously trying to fucking level with me right now?” and he's pretty much shouting now. “you don't love her the way i love her. you don't even fucking know her. i know everything about her. i know what she loves, what she hates, what she eats, what her favorite words are, what kind of medicine she prefers to take when she's feeling sick. i know fucking everything about her. you don't love her like that, you can't love her like that. nobody can love her like that, besides me!” how dare soobin say beomgyu doesn't deserve you? beomgyu has hurt you, yes, but he still loves you the most. he loves you so much, it hurts.

beomgyu feels his restless fingers aching, and though he's never really been much of a fighter, he wants to wrap them around soobin’s neck to choke some sense into him. 

but then, he hears the bed creaking. you're awake.

you rub your eyes before you sit up with the sheet precariously clasped to your chest, looking disheveled and beautiful and like everything beomgyu’s ever wanted. you're tired from your activities with soobin, but you're also a little disoriented from the wine you two drank earlier. your voice is hoarse when you ask, “beomgyu? what are you doing here? what the fuck’s going on?”

beomgyu feels his heart clench in his chest at the sight of you. he wants to shush you and cradle you to his chest as he coaxes you back to sleep, but you're not in his bed, you're in soobin's. with a longing he's never acknowledged before, he gently pleads, “c'mon, get up and get dressed. i'm getting you out of here.”

the fog over your mind clears and your eyes widen as you finally grasp how potentially cataclysmic this situation is. beomgyu is probably pissed that you're dating his best friend, and who knows what kind of machinations minji will create to tear you two apart when she finds out. you already kind of resent your parents, so if she spreads lies to them about soobin, you wouldn't really mind cutting them off; but how would that make soobin feel? and if minji wants to destroy your reputation to soobin’s friends and family, you know she'll have no trouble doing it. soobin would try to defend you, of course, but you don't want to put him through that.

beomgyu’s deeper intentions fly over your head, and you warily hiss, “what do you want from us?” 

beomgyu’s breath grows even more ragged when soobin’s shirt slips off your shoulder and he sees the mark he left on your neck. god, he wants to scrub every trace of soobin off of you, wants to erase every memory of soobin's treacherous touch from your mind. he wants to occupy every cell of your body, wants to make you forget about every other man who's dared to touch you. he tries to force the thought of what you two and soobin were doing before he got here out of his mind, but his eyes are watery as he pleads, “i want you to come home with me, okay? please? we need to get out of here, we can’t—”

“i’m not going anywhere with you,” you snap. “you're not my fucking family, you're not even my friend. you don't get to tell me what to do.” 

“don't say that, and please… please don't look at me like that.” beomgyu is fully crying now, and the haze of shock finally makes you register how distraught he looks. you're about to ask what the fuck is happening yet again, but he says something you could never imagine he’d say. 

“i love you. all i want to do is love you. please, just let me show you how much i need you, okay? just come home with me—i'm begging you.”

… love? as a pseudo-sister-in-law? you want to believe that's the case, because no matter how far-fetched the notion is, it's still a million times more believable than a romantic explanation. but even so, you simply can't dismiss the way he's looking at you like he needs you to breathe, which is certainly not platonic, let alone familial. 

you're absolutely rendered speechless, and you look to soobin for silent confirmation; but he's not calm, cool, and collected like he’d usually be. he grabs the trembling beomgyu by the collar and drags him out of his apartment. after he pushes beomgyu out of the door, he yells, “i don't give a shit about your fucked up feelings, leave us the fuck alone!” 

beomgyu is far too stunned and distressed to comprehend what's happening until the door is slammed in his face, but when his mind finally catches up, he goes from distressed to hysterical. he's bawling now, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks as he hiccups pleas to you—and threats to soobin—from outside the door amidst his frantic knocks. 

but it's not enough. he can't hear if you two are shuffling around or talking about him, even when he presses his ear to the door and tries to shush his own cries before going back to pounding on the sturdy wood. before any progress can be made—if such progress were even possible—apartment security is dragging him out of the complex and warning him not to return unless he wants to be thrown in jail.

beomgyu trudges back to his apartment. it's quite a bit of a walk from soobin’s place, but he would rather stumble home than call for a ride and risk someone seeing him like this. he cries until he can't cry anymore, and he's still shattered about it all when he finally makes it home. all he wants to do is pass out in his bed so he can briefly forget any of tonight ever happened, but he knows he'll somehow end up producing a few more waves of tears before he can do that. he unlocks his front door and he can already feel his eyes preparing for more tears to fall. 

but, like always, minji has a nearly preternatural knack of appearing when he wants to see her even less than he already does.

“beomie, baby, what's wrong?” she asks concernedly as she walks up to him from her spot on his couch and fusses over him. he knows he looks utterly defeated, like he's just got done being steamrolled, and she seems eager to console him. in a way, he thinks she's probably a bit happy to see him so vulnerable, because he never is in front of her; but he doesn't have the time to dwell on that.

he's not really sure what to say, honestly. how does he verbalize tonight's events? how does he tell her soobin uprooted his most twisted feelings for the girl minji has an equally-twisted relationship with? he decides that the best thing to do is to let her go, and that he needs to tell her the truth for once. he sighs and pries her gentle hands off of him. 

“minji, i need to tell you something,” he says shakily. 

“what is it, babe?” she asks with furrowed brows. “what's got you so worked up?” 

he pauses and bites his lip as he tries to figure out how to word things delicately. he may not like her very much, but she still deserves better than what he's given her. he settles on telling her, “i think we should break up. i just don't… don't think i'm the right person for you. i'm sorry.” 

surprisingly, she laughs. “don’t be stupid, you are the right person for me, just like i'm the right person for you.” 

beomgyu blinks as he tries to process her reaction. he finds his voice and tries again. “no, i'm not. and no, you aren't. i—”

“why?” minji interrupts. “because of your weird obsession with my ‘best friend’?”

beomgyu is speechless for the millionth time tonight. all he can seem to squeeze out of his throat is, “w-what?” 

“you heard me,” she shoots back, disturbingly calmly. “what, did you finally tell her how you feel and get rejected?”

“... what the fuck?” beomgyu gasps, too taken aback to say anything else. 

“it's been a long time coming, i guess, but i could’ve saved you the suspense and told you what she'd say,” she snorts. “you didn't have to get all worked up over nothing.”

“you… you’ve known about it all these years, and you never said anything? what the fuck is wrong with you?!” he exclaims. did everyone in the world know besides you and him? he hates the very idea of it. he hates that he's been suffering in silence, and hates that you’ve never cared enough to notice.

minji has been incredibly tame during this bizarre discussion, but now, she’s hurt, and she’ll say anything at all to hurt him back. 

“oh, please, beomgyu,” she sneers with a grating, teary laugh. “you were so fucking obvious with everything you ever did. the way your eyes trail after her like a goddamn puppy, the way you never want to hang out at your place instead of mine, the way you always get so pissed off when she wears a skirt that’s a little too short. do you think i’m stupid? do you think i don't realize that touching me makes you fucking sick? come on, beomie, you make that pretty goddamn clear with the way you only ever fuck me with the lights off, and how you only really want to touch me when she can hear us.” 

beomgyu feels like he might throw up, or maybe even pass out, he’s not sure, but he thinks he’ll find out soon. he’s utterly humiliated and disgusted with himself to a level he previously couldn’t fathom, even more so than before, but he just can’t wrap his head around one last thing.

“then why did you stay with me if you’ve known how i feel this entire time?” he asks weakly, and she lets out a scoff at his cluelessness.

“because i love you. because you belong to me. we just make sense together. she doesn't deserve someone like you, i do.” she says it like it's the most natural thing in the world—like she's mulled over her ridiculous reasoning a million times over, and she has.

“you’re… you’re fucking crazy. you don't—” 

“beomgyu, be reasonable. look at her, then look at me. nobody else in the goddamn world would pick her over me!” her words falter a bit as she says that, a few pesky tears unconsciously escaping her beautiful eyes; but she composes herself enough to continue. “listen, i know you think i'm a crazy bitch, but don't you get that i'm the only one who really understands you? i know who you really are, and it doesn't bother me. as long as you take your feelings for her and put them towards me, i won't be disgusted by you like she is. i'll accept you, no matter what. don't you want that?” 

“why the fuck would i want someone like you?!” he snarls. “you're—”

“i’m what?” she asks as tears finally fall freely from her eyes. “insane? i hate to be the one who has to break it to you, but you're just as bad as me. that's why we suit each other. from the start, you’ve only ever seen her, not me. it’s not fucking fair that she gets to have you when she doesn't even have to try! she doesn't have to try to take you from me, she doesn't have to try to get people to like her, she doesn't have to try at all. i try so hard to be perfect for you, and here you are, telling me you don't want to be with me because of someone who doesn't even like you.” 

no, no, no. this isn't how it's supposed to be. his world has been thrown off its axis in the span of one night, and he’d rather fucking die than hear another word. minji latched onto him because she couldn't comprehend someone wanting you over her, and in her own way, she loves him. and you… you're with soobin because beomgyu is a coward above all else. he wants to go back in time and never call soobin tonight, he wants to live in the thinly-veiled ignorance he's been occupying for years now, he wants to be the person he thought he was mere hours ago. lastly, he wants to feel used by minji, but he doesn't even deserve the dignity to feel that way, because he was using her right back. 

“get out,” he murmurs.

“beomie, come the fuck on. you’re letting your emotions get to your head. think about what you're doing!” minji borderline shrieks.

“you're right, you know,” beomgyu replies after a pause, and minji is temporarily relieved. she steps closer to him and tries to reach for his face, but he snatches her hands and keeps them in his firm grip as he continues. “i'm just as crazy as you are, but that doesn't make me want you. i hate myself, but i hate you, too. all your life, you've been trying so hard to be better than her, but no matter what you do, you can't force me to want you. i love her, and i'd rather keep wanting and never having her than keep pretending that i can fucking stand being around you. now get out,” he growls as he forces her out of his apartment and slams the door in her lovely face.

-

if beomgyu really thinks about it, he's always teetered right on the brink of knowing the truth, but he's been successful in fooling himself just enough to keep his feelings tamped down. when minji made a mocking comment about you losing your virginity in college, he'd gone home and cried, but he told himself it was because of the stress of finals looming over him. when he consequently spread a rumor about you being a mediocre fuck around campus, he told himself it was because anyone who'd believe him simply didn't deserve you. and when he'd zoom into the background of photos taken with minji just to get a better look at you, he told himself he was simply scrutinizing your appearance.

every time he stole your panties, he'd blame it on the taboo principle of it all rather than it explicitly having to do with you in particular. every time he’d get turned on only when you were around, he'd blame it on some secret exhibitionist kink he didn't know he had. every time he’d pretend to come in his condom during yet another unsatisfying fuck with minji, he reasoned that he was only pounding into his fist in the bathroom while imagining it was you because… well, he didn't really read into his actions for fear of what he might find.

it's a miracle he was able to live in denial for so long, and he should be grateful that the truth didn't come out sooner. still, as the weeks since the night he pathetically confessed his feelings to you pass by, he doesn't feel grateful in the slightest. he could stalk you, probably. he could threaten soobin and make him pay for what he's done. there are a million twisted things he could do to get you back in his sight, but he doesn't want to do any of them. because you wouldn't like them. because you might hate him even more than you already do. and if he's learned anything from minji, it's that you can't force someone to love you in any meaningful way.

so, he rots. he wakes up alone, goes to work on autopilot, comes straight home and drinks until he's incoherent, then goes to sleep, well, alone. he should probably try to go back to how he was before he met you, but he feels like that was another life—like he was a different person. time seems to be split before and after he met you, as much as it pains him to admit it.

it's a lonely, rainy night like any other when he's home late from work. he’s been here more in the past month than he has since he began dating minji, but he's adjusting to his newly single life as well as he can. the apartment is devoid of many personal pieces, furnished sparsely and lacking any real character. he cracks open a bottle of whiskey and begins drinking directly from it, not bothering to even use a glass. he sits on his uncomfortable couch, like he always does, and thinks about all the things he's done wrong. he doesn't even get the chance to get tipsy when he hears a knock on his door.

it's probably minji again. she's come by a few times since he dumped her, and while he could probably get a restraining order or something, he kind of enjoys seeing her suffer the way he suffered. it's not healthy, he knows, but it's one of the few forms of pleasure he feels these days. something is different tonight, though. the knocking isn't frantic, it's almost hesitant, and it doesn't last for very long. he furrows his eyebrows, and for some reason, he shoots up from the couch and rushes towards the door. his breath catches when he looks through the peephole.

there you are, standing awkwardly—almost like you're not even sure why you're there. you're drenched from the rain, and one of your arms is wrapped protectively around yourself as the other reaches towards the door, perfectly poised to knock again. just before your fist can quite make it to the door, you pause and retract it—folding it on top of your other arm. you stand still for a moment, and beomgyu is simply too stunned to move. at least, he is until you turn and begin to walk away.

with a speed he didn't even know he possessed until now, he wrenches the door open and grabs your arm before you can even react. 

“wait,” he pants, not from exertion, but from adrenaline. “what… what are you doing here?”

he thinks he sees you gulp, but that could just be wishful thinking. your lips part and close again a few times before you manage to ask, “can we talk?” 

“y-yeah, of course. um, come in,” he stammers awkwardly as he reluctantly releases his hold on you.  

what is this? some kind of psychological torture? you’ve never sought beomgyu out until now, which should give him a spark of hope, but he knows better than to delude himself. 

he steps away from the doorway to let you in and lightly shuts the door behind you. he clears his throat and asks, “if you're—do you need anything? a towel, maybe, or clothes. and i have… i have water, if you want. i mean, if you're thirsty.” he hates how fucking stupid he sounds right now, but it's almost like he can't stop talking.

you're quiet for a moment before asking, “can i have some clothes and a towel?”

his eyes widen a bit before he eagerly nods. “o-oh, yeah. just give me a second.” he tries not to sprint to his room, and he prays to god that he has clean pajamas for you. luckily, he's able to find something suitable. he returns to the living room and offers the clothes and towel to you with trembling hands. “here,” he says. “you can change in the bathroom down the hall. i… i’ll put your clothes in the dryer, okay?” 

you purse your lips and nod. he watches you pad down the hallway until you're no longer visible. he lets out a deep breath he didn't realize he was holding and seats himself on his stone slab of a couch. fuck, he should’ve gotten a better one like minji nagged him to. also, he’s been meaning to wipe down his bathroom mirror for a while. most importantly, though, what the fuck are you doing here?

he doesn't have time to dwell on it before you're walking back into the living room. his eyes snap up, and he feels a lump in his throat when he sees his clothes on you. his clothes, not soobin’s this time. it feels like he's hallucinating, to be perfectly honest, but he's fine with that. he just hopes the illusion continues.

it’s all too real when you plop down on the couch beside him, maintaining a respectful distance. fortunately, the couch is not only hard as concrete, but small to boot, so you end up only being a few inches away. maybe it isn't so bad after all. his thoughts are halted when you clear your throat and speak.

“soobin, uh… well, he told me everything he knows, but i just… i mean, i wanted to hear it from you,” you stammer. he knows exactly what you’re talking about, but he wishes he didn't.

“what do you want to know?” he asks in resignation. 

“everything,” you tell him, and he purses his lips with a stiff nod. he's had plenty of time to think about the unfortunate circumstances that led him to his sorry state, so the words tumble out of his mouth before he can stop them.

“i’ve always thought that you were so… so pretty. i saw you laughing with your friends on the way to class one day, and i knew i wanted you to look at me like that. and when i listened to you talk to your friends, i thought you were so smart, funny, and… and nice.” his lips are turned up in a wistful smile, and his eyes are uncharacteristically gentle. “but you never saw me, not really. you just saw me as minji’s friend, and i thought—i don't know—that if i just hung around her more, you'd warm up to me. i don't even think you remember, but i tried to be nice to you, to include you in conversation, to stand up for you. i swear to god, i did. but… but i saw the way you looked at someone else one day in the library. i remember it so clearly—you actually smiled at him and laughed at his jokes, and he wasn't even trying like i was. i was so fucking angry, but i thought i could make you see me if i made you as jealous as you made me, and i thought that there was nobody better to do it with than the girl you hate the most.” 

oh, god. you actually feel… kind of guilty? is guilty even the word? you haven't done anything wrong, you know that, but you feel like you've unintentionally twisted the knife in his chest with your apathy. for as much as you've always wanted him to drop his antagonizing demeanor, you don't like how pitiful he looks right now. “beomgyu, i…”

“yeah, i know. i was wrong,” he continues, his soft smile twisting into a self-deprecating one. “i went from being nothing to less than nothing, and it just… it made me desperate. so, i kept trying, got mean; but you never cared, no matter what i did. i guess i thought that if i could never have you, maybe i should stay with minji, because then i could make you feel something for me. even if it was only hatred and disgust—anything was better than nothing.”

“beom—” you begin to say, but he's so lost in his feelings, so lost in the foreign sensation of talking to you and actually having you listen to him, he can't stop himself.

“i just wanted you to pay attention to me. and i could—you know—keep an eye on you. but you… you don't give a shit about me, you don't even consider me as a man,” he laughs. “if i think about it, maybe i was trying to make myself an option for you, at least, and that i could show you what you're missing if i tried hard enough. but you could never actually see me that way, and… and it's all my fault.” he lets out another harsh laugh, making you wince. 

“i… i didn't know,” you say awkwardly. he takes a shaky breath before continuing.

“i've been begging for you just to give me scraps of you, because i thought it'd be better than nothing. all i ever wanted was for you to at least consider me, but you don't, you never did, and because of what i've done, you never will. i know i was wrong, i know everything is my fault; but i just wanted to be important to you, can't you understand that?” his eyes are pleading like they were when you last saw him. he's not asking for much, not even really asking for anything, and for some reason, it hurts your heart a bit.

because beomgyu is right, of course. you’ve never really cared about him, but that's not all of it, is it? you were resolved to your indifference before he even uttered a word to you, and while the disgust you've always felt for him is his fault, can you truthfully say that you’d have given him the time of day if he were nice to you? probably not, because of his association with minji. in your mind, there was no reason he’d like you if he knew her first, so his intentions were rejected before he could ever even understand them.

“i really didn't know,” is all you can think to repeat.

“i know,” he says with a bitter smile. you lick your lips before continuing.

“but i do know that i wouldn't have liked you even if you were nice to me. i don't… i don't talk to guys who are involved with minji. there's just… no point, i guess. and she liked you, and i thought you liked her, so… so i didn’t bother to get to know you.” beomgyu’s eyes are watery, but he retains his smile. he was doomed from the start, it seems. 

“i should’ve just talked to you myself instead of using her to get close to you,” he whispers.

“yeah,” you reply, and his smile finally drops; but what else could you possibly say? if he hadn't gotten involved with minji, you'd have probably liked him. he's handsome, of course, and you can't deny that he's funny. and, well, you two do seem to have a lot in common based on what you know from small talk he'd make with your parents during family dinners.

“i'm sorry,” he murmurs. “i'm really, really sorry. even if you didn't like me, even if you never would've no matter what, i shouldn't have treated you the way i did. i don't blame you for hating me, and i should be grateful you haven't done anything other than ignore me.” he means what he says, but it doesn't sound like it, because he doesn't feel grateful at all. he feels utterly hopeless. in the end, your indifference was more painful than any intentional retaliation could’ve been. 

you are silent. he's not trying to make you feel sorry for him, and you know it, but that makes you feel even sorrier. you're still struggling to form an appropriate response when he breaks the silence.

“i like listening to you talk,” he blurts out, making your eyes widen. “well, you don't really talk to me, but i overhear you a lot. i like listening to everything you say, and i like the way you say it. i like how you look, how you dress, how you laugh. and i… i like how you see the world.”

“don't you think i'm a little pessimistic?” you ask, your lips subconsciously curling up in a small smile. of all the things beomgyu could tell you he likes about you, that is truly something you never anticipated.

“i think it makes you interesting,” he says quickly, his smile tentatively returning. 

you let out a soft laugh—the first one you've ever directed at him—and he can't help but straighten up with a bit of pride at having made you happy, even if just a little.

after your laughter, though, you think back on all the things you've wanted to ask beomgyu since that night at soobin’s. you know he'll tell you the truth, so you ask, “... were you the one who messed with my stuff?”

“yeah,” he replies with no hesitation. the sheer ecstasy of your attention makes him quite forthcoming, no matter how ugly the answers to your questions may be.

“even my panties?” well, that one is a bit more difficult to answer. 

“... yeah,” he sheepishly mumbles after a pause, but his next words are hurried. “and everything soobin said i did, i did. scaring guys away, being an asshole to you for attention, uh, jerking off to you in the bathroom… all of it. i know i'm fucked up, and i know i probably scare you, but i would never hurt you. i just want to love you. i just… i want you to care about me.” 

you take a breath and begin, “i—”

“wait! before you say anything, i just want you to know, it's… it's okay if you don't like me,” you can tell the words are like lead in his mouth, “but can't you just acknowledge me a little bit?” christ, he's so pathetic. you're not used to him being so… sweet? to you, but maybe you could be. 

for as much as beomgyu has been thinking about his failed confession, you can't lie and say you haven't been thinking about it, too. you really did love soobin, but there was always a bit of reservation on both of your parts—a quiet kind of affection that you were happy to let grow organically; but your love was never all-consuming, never desperate, never aching. but beomgyu… beomgyu looks like he'd prostrate himself at your feet if it meant you'd give him the time of day, and he would. 

“i can,” you say simply, and his eyes widen.

“you… you can? what do you—”

“i can pay attention to you. i can care about you.”

his face tenses and his adam’s apple bobs. his voice is strained when he asks, “what are you saying?”

“i'm saying, i’m willing to get to know you the way you know me. i just want to see how things go, because… i don't know, i kind of... like how weird you are.” 

elation, triumph, and sheer relief overwhelm him. he doesn't want to ask his next question, but he feels like he has to. “what about soobin?”

you purse your lips and answer, “we… we broke up. no hard feelings, we just kind of realized we wanted different things out of our relationship, i guess.”

“oh, thank god,” he murmurs as he releases a shaky breath. theoretically, he should at least offer perfunctory condolences, but you two are way past such insincerity. you both know he's over the moon right now, and he's spent more than enough time lying.

only now do you notice that he's somehow managed to scoot closer and closer to you until your legs are touching without your knowledge. the clothing between you doesn't do anything to tamp down the buzzing sensation at the tentative contact. you look back up at him to meet his gaze, and his eyes are trained on you like you're the only person in the world. now that you think about it, you’ve caught glimpses of this kind of focus before—the kind of focus in which he looks at you as if everything and everyone else besides you has faded away.

his gaze flicks from your eyes down to your lips before refocusing. he leans in so close, you can see every minute detail of his face. long lashes, round eyes, slightly-chapped lips he keeps on licking from sheer nervousness. 

his voice is barely above a whisper when he asks, “please, can i…” he doesn't dare to finish his question, so there it hangs, unspoken yet unfathomably heavy. 

it’s like there’s a strange sort of magnetic pull drawing you to him. before you can recount all of the reasons why this is a bad idea—at least, so soon—you tell him, “okay.” 

that's more than enough, it seems, because in a flash, beomgyu cups your cheeks in his big, warm hands and tenderly traces his thumb along your jaw before pulling you in. 

the first meeting is pure electricity. your lips immediately slot together as if they were always meant to be that way—as if everything else was simply an obstacle leading to this inevitability. the hums of energy you feel at your clothed legs touching is nothing compared to the way every nerve in your body is set ablaze right now. you feel him shudder before he reluctantly pulls away. his eyes never leave yours, and the look in his eyes is so intense—so hungry—you feel breathless under its weight.

“thank you, i've been wanting to do that for forever,” he mutters breathlessly, and he should be finished by now, but his hands remain on your face. he gently pushes your hair behind your ears before adding, “can i… can i show you what else i've been wanting to do? i swear, i'll be perfect, and i'll stop whenever you want. i know it's fast to you, but it's not to me. i just… i want you to feel how much you mean to me. but… but i won't push you.” he’s serious about that, you know, but he looks like he'll die if you don't let him prove himself to you. his cheeks are flushed, and if his squirming weren't enough, the obvious tent in his sweatpants tells you everything you need to know. 

for the second time tonight, you take a deep breath and say, “okay.”

“oh,” he groans as he pulls you back in for another kiss. this one is much more fierce, utterly insatiable. his tongue licks your bottom lip, begging for entry, and you eagerly oblige. he moans into your mouth as his tongue tangles with yours, trying to commit every centimeter to memory. he’s embarrassingly hard humiliatingly fast, but he’s fantasized about this for so long, who can blame him? 

when you two break for air, his eyes are darkened with lust as he gulps and asks, “can i—” 

before he can finish, you cut him off by palming him through his sweatpants. the groan he releases is utterly guttural and animalistic in nature, and you carefully add, “do whatever you want.”

his breath catches in his throat at the permission, and with shaky hands and unsteady steps, he leads you to his bedroom. you're on the bed in an instant, and in mere moments, he's stripped you of the clothes he gave you to wear. you feel a bit uncomfortable, honestly, knowing he’s probably comparing you to minji; but before you can dwell on it, he's gulping and reverently whispering, “you're the most beautiful thing i've ever seen.”

before you even have the time to feel shy or embarrassed, his hands are all over you—your chest, your hips, your ass—but he won't let himself get lost in clumsy touches and lose sight of his ultimate goal: making you feel better than you ever have. he kisses down your jaw and throat before planting a searing mark at the base of your neck. he soothes the sting with his tongue, outwardly apologizing for the slight pain, but internally, he's buzzing with excitement at the prospect of leaving something tangible on you—something that ties you to him.

his mouth purposefully trails down to your chest, sucking on one peak and teasing the other before switching over. he beams into your chest when he hears you moan. slowly, he pops his mouth off and briefly kisses you again before planting kisses down your stomach, and finally, finally, finally, to your core. you're not sure how much time has passed, but you do know you've never been so wet before in your life. he spreads your legs open and groans when he sees you glistening for him. then, he looks up at you with watery eyes. there's yet another question there, you can see it, so you spread your legs a bit wider in a silent invitation. 

suddenly, his lips are buried in your folds. he leaves kisses, but try as he might, he doesn't have the wherewithal to control his hunger. when he takes his first lick, you feel an infernal heat beginning to consume you completely. he moans in pure ecstasy when he tastes you, and you can feel the vibrations reverberating through your cunt, your legs, your entire body. 

“so fucking good,” he whispers, his breath warm against your naked lips, and that's all the warning you get before he begins to lick you and suck up your slick as if he were a starving man.

you can't help but writhe beneath him as his tongue circles over your clit, and he removes one of the hands he was using to keep you spread open for him and presses it on your lower stomach to keep you in place. his other arm remains firmly locked around your thigh, nearly bruising you with his desperate grip. men do not usually treat giving head to women as if women are showing them the greatest kindness of their lives by allowing them to, but he clings to you so hungrily, you know that in his mind, you are. 

you begin to reach your peak far too quickly, and you think you moan something about being close—you're not really sure—when he slides his tongue into your hole and begins to thrust it in and out. his nose remains buried in your cunt, and you let out a cry of his name as patches of white explode behind your eyelids. he looks up at you as you come, his eyes shining with amazement and, strangely, gratitude.

as you're coming down, he licks his upturned lips and dazedly whispers, “i made you feel good, right?”

you let out a soft laugh and breathlessly reply, “yes, that was… you made me feel really good. so… what else do you want to show me?” 

his eyes go from innocent to dark again as he processes your words. he anxiously bites his lip as he slowly pulls off his shirt, then his sweatpants and boxers. his cock is painfully hard, pathetically leaking with precum and even redder than usual—because of the way he was humping the bed mere moments ago as you were lost in the haze of getting the best oral of your life. 

it’s pretty, just like every other part of him, and you have no doubt that he'll stretch you out nearly beyond what you'll be able to handle. it twitches traitorously with need as he stares at you, still dripping into his previously-crisp sheets. he unsteadily grabs his base and looms over you as he begins to tease himself up and down your cunt. he shudders at the contact, but he keeps his eyes locked with yours. he wants to watch every minuscule movement in your face as he finally, finally makes you understand how much he can do for you.

he begins to push in, one hand braced beside your head as his fat tip breaches your entrance. you both let out strangled cries at the insertion, and it takes every ounce of willpower and luck he can muster to not come immediately. he's jerked his cock raw for countless nights wishing he were fucking you, and here you are, looking up at him like he's the only thing you see. just like he's always longed for. it's an intoxicating sensation. 

“you're so fucking tight,” he groans as he works himself in. “so perfect around me.”

he draws himself out before thrusting in a little further. then again. then again. each time, he gains a bit more of you, splitting you open further and further with every movement of his hips. his veiny cock drags against the most pleasurable spot in your cunt every time. he's whimpering now, and he'd be shy in any other context, but not right now. he's fucking a girl raw for the first time, and not just any girl, the girl. the girl he’s wanted since… well, always. he couldn't care less about the fact that he sounds like a whore.

when he pulls out and slams back in again, he's finally completely sheathed in you. his eyes roll back in absolute pleasure as he lets out a guttural moan. you, on the other hand, feel so full, feel so right, you're writhing beneath him. with a shuddering breath, beomgyu pulls out almost completely before drilling into you again and again. his pace is frantic—carnal, even. when you thread your fingers in his hair, he lets out a desperate whine. 

“you feel so—mm, fuck!—so perfect. squeezing me so fucking tight, i can't—oh, god!” he babbles as he pounds himself into you. he has just enough awareness to take his skilled fingers and roll your clit as he loses himself in you. he keeps up his brutal pace in an act of frenzy.

“never—nngh—never wanna stop,” he whines as tears begin to pool in his eyes. they fall completely when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a filthy kiss. he tastes like you, and you realize you like it that way. you realize you like how pathetic he is, how much he’s loved you all this time, how much he needs you. you break from him and sink your teeth into his neck like he did to you, marking him as your own, and he lets out an animalistic cry he did not know he was capable of making.

“fuck, yes, yes, yes!” he cries out as his aching balls slap against you with every thrust. “please, please come. need to feel you—ah!—feel you come on my cock.”

his gaze finally parts from yours to look at your stomach. how nice would it be to be one with you completely? as much as he wants to, he can't stay inside of you forever, can't enmesh his body with yours, but he can become a part of you in a different way. he can plant his seed in your stomach, can mix his dna with yours in a physical, living, breathing product of his love for you—if he's fortunate enough. that way, he’ll be tied to you the way he never wanted to be tied to minji, and you’ll be tied to him just the same. but you haven't even agreed to date him. you're just lost in lust, right?

“i’m… i’m gonna come,” he pants as he continues to work your clit and fuck you like a crazed man. “have to pull out.” the words are almost painful to say, but he grits his teeth and says them, anyway.

shockingly, you wrap your legs around his waist and say between labored breaths, “you don't have to.” 

the whine he lets out is laughably emasculating, but he doesn't care. he fucks you even more fiercely and rolls your clit with even more desperation, and you can feel the tension in your stomach about to snap. you let out a broken moan of his name as you come undone beneath him, your mind flooding with nothing but unmarred bliss, and your cunt clenching around him so suffocatingly, he can barely even thrust.

“oh, sh-shit!” he cries out as his orgasm throws his world off-kilter. his cum floods your insides then—thick and hot—and he can feel you squeezing him for every last drop. he gives a few more weak thrusts before collapsing on top of you. you both pant in exhaustion, but once he catches his breath, he buries his face into the crook of your sweaty neck.

“i love you so fucking much,” he whispers, his breath making your skin tingle. he pulls away and looks up at you. “and you… you’ll love me back. i'll make sure everything—i won't let anything go wrong. and if minji tries anything, i'll ruin her fucking life. i swear, i'll be perfect. i'll be the perfect boyfriend, husband, father of—”

“tone down the crazy,” you warn as you lightly pinch his cheek. 

“s-sorry, i just got excited,” he blushes. “but i mean it, you know? i won't waste this, i promise. i'll be good for you every day, and i’ll show you how much i love you until you feel the same way. and our family—i mean, your family, they might be mad, but we'll deal with whatever happens, okay? and if they can't accept us, then we always have my family. they won't treat you badly, i swear.” he means it. his family doesn't even really know minji, and when they did meet her, they didn't care for her. 

beomgyu is looking at you with his watery, pleading eyes, and you know he'd give you the entire world if you let him. if yours and minji’s families hate you after this, he’ll be your family, and you kind of hate your family, anyway. he loves you, and oddly enough, you can really see things working out just as he says they will. 

you can't help but let out a tired laugh. “okay, i believe you.”

he groans in relief as he kisses you again, deeply and tenderly and lovingly, and you can see yourself falling in love with him, too. 

notes pt. 2: i hope u all liked this one! it's been a while since i've written beomgyu this way and i kinda missed him. ik i'm not the best at writing him but pls dont be mean. and again if u enjoyed this please leave feedback!

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

i need more of that Shameless toji fic, god please

i'm SICK 😭😭😭

Shameless Mini Drabble

Tags: dilf!Toji x fem!Reader, reader is pregnant, breeding kink, daddy kink, size kink, all the kinks idk, smut, nsfw, mdni

An: Hi! A lot of people requested a part two of the Shameless fic I posted not too long ago. I actually never intended on continuing that story because I figured no one would really like the ending lol (everyone seems to hate the pregnancy trope at the end), but I’m not opposed to writing one-offs with those characters.

“Mmmn~ So pretty, mama.” Toji’s voice quietly rasps out after he unlatches from your nipple. He’s been excessively attached to you recently, and you have a sneaking suspicion it’s because you’re starting to show.

Your belly is starting to take shape, and you have a small little bump. Pants were starting not to fit you anymore, and you have noticed a lot more new symptoms as well.

Achy breasts are one of them.

“Toji… please, it hurts..” You softly whimper as you roll your head to the other side of the pillow. He’s been going at this for at least an hour: gently torturing you with his mouth.

“I know it does.” He purrs lowly before lapping his tongue over the small bud of nerves again, causing for you to shudder. “It’ll start feeling good soon. Just trust me.”

His mouth gently clasps back over your nipple, and his eyes flutter shut. His hand is mindlessly toying with the other one — making sure it doesn’t “feel left out”.

Your nose scrunches at the odd feeling. Your breasts were so sore these days it was torture having to put on a bra (Toji definitely advocated for you not to wear one anymore), but right now the pain was tolerable while he was stimulating you.

Your back subtly arches off the bed as a small hum emits from your mouth. You’re starting to feel a different sort of ache between your thighs. You press your legs together, trying to cope with the feeling of your panties growing damp.

Toji slowly pulls away and smirks up at you. “Told you that you’d start feeling good soon.” He teases with almost a smoldering look in his eye.

“Shut up.” You mutter out as you look away from him, feeling embarrassed that it was so easy for him to get you in the mood.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t you get an attitude with me because your pussy likes me so much.” Toji continues on with his teasing, and his fingertips just barely brush against your core, causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

With a small chuckle, Toji pulls off your sleeping pants and panties. “Oh, poor thing.” He muses as he gazes between your thighs.

You quickly cross your legs with a huff. “Don’t say those things while you look down there!” You whine with a pout. You loved how vocal Toji could be in bed, but sometimes, it made you feel all shy and embarrassed.

He rolls his eyes and places his hands on his knees before he forces your legs apart. “Don’t try to hide ‘er from me.” He chastises as he leans down between your legs, pressing a soft kiss at the very top of your core. He can almost smell your arousal like a damn dog, and his mouth starts to literally water from the promise of your cunt.

“She’s cryin’ for me.” He drawls lazily as he licks a stripe between your glistening folds. “Mmm, she wants to be bred so badly, yet she doesn’t know I’ve already done that.”

Your hands fist at the sheets as he teases you. Your body is restless, moving around to try to feel something. The under stimulation was going to kill you. “Toji, please.” You whine to him, trying to make him speed things along.

Toji’s pretty green eyes look up at you as he laps at you again. His dick throbs in his pants as he realizes your getting desperate. “What is it, pretty mama?” He doesn’t break eye contact as he goes in for another lick.

Your body shudders as you hold his gaze pathetically. He’s so fucking good at driving you up a wall. He literally fucked you this morning, and you’re already so pent up again. “More — please, I.. I need more.” You beg to him.

His tongue immediately swirls around your clit in tight circles, causing for you to hiccup and gasp. Your juices are practically flooding his chin. “Greedy pussy.” He mutters lowly before giving the small bundle of nerves a gentle suckle. “Always so desperate to be bred by my cock.”

After another torturously slow lick, Toji gently places his thumb against your clit, and he rubs in small circles. His eyes are fixated on the way your cunt clenches around nothing. Your body is practically begging to be filled by him!

“You know, most animals don’t fuck while pregnant. Biologically, there’s no point to it. Maybe I should wait until you pop my brat out before I fuck you.” He suggests with a small smirk.

“W-what-?” You immediately ask in a pouty tone. Realistically, you know Toji’s just bluffing, but you’re in such a vulnerable state that you immediately try to dispel his claims. You know, so he’ll fuck you. “That’s.. mmnf~.. that’s not true, Toji… Cats can have a litters from - hah! .. multiple dads. That means they fuck while pregnant.”

“What are you suggesting, slut?” His voice drops to a dangerously low warning tone, and he adds pressure to your clit. “You tryin’ to get fucked by another dad?”

“No-!” You immediately cry out as you feel his thumb bringing you dangerously close to the edge. He’s so mean when he gets jealous. He gathers spit into his mouth before he expels a glob of his saliva onto your pretty cunt. The sticky wet sounds only grow in volume as he continued to rub. “I only w-want you, daddy.”

Toji grits his teeth upon hearing you profess your want to him. His dick is painfully hard as he’s been carefully grinding himself into the mattress while he was eating you out. He wants to feel you so bad; his dick is practically pulsing your name in morse code.

“Atta girl.” He grunts as he removes his hand. You immediately start to whine and protest since you were so close. His hands push down his boxers, and his cock immediately springs upwards from the confines of his clothes. His tip was an angry shade of red from neglect, and there was a small pearl of pre-cum gathered on his slit.

“Let’s see if you’re still stretched from this morning, eh?” He muses as he gathers your legs, and he places them on his shoulders. He doesn’t put you in a full mating press out of fear of making you feel uncomfortable with your bump, but he keeps your body at a 90 degree angle.

He holds your gaze as he presses his cock against your entrance. He’s slow to push himself in, and he has to bite his tongue to keep from busting inside you prematurely. Your cunt is just so fucking warm, and you’re practically gushing around him.

The ring of muscle makes a sort of ‘pop’ feeling as his tip bullies its way inside of you. “Fuuuuck, mama..” He groans as his hands grip onto your thighs tightly. “Feels so fuckin’ good.”

He pushes himself in until he’s buried to the hilt. Your gummy walls pulses around him as feeling so full pushes you right over the edge. Your head tilts back with a loud moan.

“Did you just cum from me puttin’ it in-?” He asks as he eyes you closely. A dangerous chuckle escapes him. “I’m gonna mmf- fuckin’ marry you one day, doll.” He professes as his hips go to work, pounding himself into you.

Your eyes cross as you’re completely blissed out — already so ruined, and Toji’s only just started on his fun. He grabs at your thighs and pulls you into him with harsh thrusts. His broad chest is barely covered by your legs as you’re just a little thing compared to him.

Toji groans as your pussy is squelching around him with each thrust. He can’t decide if he wants to look at your pretty cunt taking him so well or your face as he makes you take his fat cock while you’re so sensitive. Your little fucked out face is quite literally a masterpiece to him.

“Mmnn~ daddy-! Ah..” You’re a babbling mess, calling him by his government name and by your little nickname for him.

“Feels good, don’t it?” He asks as his reaches down and starts to rub tight circles on your clit.

“Y-yes!” You hiss as your back arches off the bed. Your thighs are already trembling, and your slick pools on the sheets below you, creating quite the mess.

“Shh, shh.. don’t wake that brat up, you hear?” He warns. Little Megumi has only recently started sleeping the whole night in his own room, and Toji has been taking full advantage of that. Normally you two will sneak off for quickies in the bathroom or laundry room, but now, he’s keen on taking you in the middle of the night and waking you up with your cunt full of his cum.

“Hah~ ah..” You pant as your hips start to flutter upwards to meet his with each thrust.

“Dirty fucking girl.” He muses as he watches you try to fuck yourself on his cock. He adores when you get so desperate like this, like a little fucktoy who can’t help themselves. “Just need to be bred, huh?”

“Ngh.. please Toji..”

“Nuh uh. Ask me properly, doll.”

“Please breed me, d-daddy!”

Toji leans in a bit, almost forcing your body into a mating press. His hips slam into yours; his tip kissing strings of pre-cum onto your cervix. He becomes so animalistic when he’s close like this. “Yeah? Again? Want daddy to breed you again?” He growls lowly as he continues to stuff you full of his cock.

Fat overstimulated tears slip down your cheeks as you spasm around him once again. Toji’s hand reaches up and grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking you to look up at him before he forces his lips onto yours.

His cock then pulses inside of you, shooting rope after rope of warm cum deep inside your core. It seems like he never runs out. As if his body has to keep up with his almost breeding kink.

His rough hungry kiss slowly calms as he empties himself into you. He gently helps your legs off of his shoulders, and his kisses turn tender and loving. Post-nut clarity hit, and he remembers that you’re his pregnant girlfriend. He’s almost angry with himself for being so rough sometimes.

“Did so good, doll. You hurtin’ anywhere?” He asks between soft kisses.

“No… I think I’m okay… just sore.”

In between his wet loving kisses, a knock on your bedroom door could be heard. “Mama.. papa..” A small voice sniffles from the other side with another small knock. Poor Megumi had a nightmare… something about papa making mama scream? Weird.

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[inwithrin]

ᓚ₍⑅^..^₎♡ spell it out

abby has no idea what she does to you, and worse—she has no clue what you’re doing to her, either.

cw: fingering (reader!receiving), veryyyy soft dom!abby. i lowkey think this is too respectful, but i'm getting used to writing smut again lol

no. all that goes straight over her head, because abby thinks you’re just sweet and friendly.

like, she doesn’t notice the way your eyes linger just a little too long when she’s braiding her hair. doesn’t catch how your voice always goes soft when you talk to her, or how you always sit just close enough that your knees touch under the table. and she definitely doesn’t pick up on the way your shirts always dip just a little lower when she’s around, how your sparkly lip gloss is always freshly applied when she shows up at your dorm, how your perfume clings to her hoodie every time you “accidentally” borrow it.

until moments like this.

the two of you are hanging out in your dorm, music low, sun pouring through the window. you're trying to open a stubborn jar of strawberry jam—one that’s clearly not budging—and you’re not even trying to hide your dramatics about it. you sigh loudly. twist the lid. grunt a little, extra breathy. then, you glance at abby, who’s lounging in her usual way: legs spread wide, hair braided, arms stretched behind her head.

“hey, uh. can you help me with this?” you ask. 

she sits up instantly, eyes on the jar. “what’s up?”

“i can’t open it,” you hold it out toward her with a pout. “c’mon. use those muscles, anderson.”

she freezes like you just short-circuited her. “you’re really gonna say that with a straight face?”

you just nod innocently, biting back a grin. “please?” 

abby rolls her eyes, but her blushing cheeks tell a different story. she takes the jar from you and wraps those big hands around the lid, giving it one, quick, effortless twist. the pop it makes echoes loudly in your small dorm.

she hands it back, trying to be casual. “there. happy?”

you lean in a little too close as you take it back, peering up at her through your lashes. “very happy.”

she clears her throat, fidgeting with fingers. “you could’ve used a towel or something for grip.”

you shrug. “why would i do that when i have you?”

abby blinks. “that’s not fair.”

you tilt your head. “what’s not fair?”

she gestures vaguely between you two. “you—you say stuff like that. i never know if you’re serious.”

you smile, slow and warm—dipping one of your thumb into the jam before leaving it on the table. “i’m serious.”

she goes quiet. really quiet. then she looks down at your lips and back up like she didn’t mean to. “you’re messing with me,” she mumbles, but her voice sounds unsure now. like maybe she’s not so oblivious anymore.

“you’d know if i was messing with you, abby,” you say, licking a little bit of the strawberry jam off your thumb. deliberately. slowly.

her eyes track the motion and you don’t break eye contact. you want her to see it—need her to. because it’s been months of waiting, of hoping, of brushing your fingers against hers just a little too long and watching her never, ever put the pieces together.

but now… her jaw is tense. her eyes won’t leave your mouth. and you can see it in the way she swallows, the way she shifts her weight, fists now clenched in her lap like she’s grounding herself.

“abs,” you say, just above a whisper.

she blinks, like she’s coming out of a daze. “yeah?”

“can i tell you something?” you ask. she barely nods as you lean in, heart pounding. “i’ve wanted you for so long. and you’re either the most patient person in the world or… really stupid.”

she lets out a stunned breath. then a laugh—half embarrassed, half relieved. “oh my god.”

you arch a brow. “what?”

“i'm stupid,” she mutters, scrubbing a hand over her face. “i mean—i thought maybe, maybe, but you’re so sweet to everyone, and i didn’t want to make it weird and fuck things up—”

“abby,” you cut her off, leaning closer, faces just inches apart now. “i wasn’t particularly subtle.”

she lets out another shaky laugh. “you practically spelled it out for me.”

“so?” you whisper.

abby repeats your words. “so?”

“are you gonna kiss me now, or do i need to spell that out too?” you ask, tilting your head.

she moves fast.

one hand curling around the back of your neck, the other settling on your waist as she pulls you in, and her mouth finds yours in a kiss that’s been aching to happen. it’s firm, but gentle, and when you sigh into her, when your hands slide up the front of her hoodie and she groans softly into your mouth. abby deepens it, tilts her head, kisses you like she’s trying to make up for the fact she didn’t realize you wanted her.

she pulls back to look at you, breathing heavily, and her lips slightly swollen. “guess i’m not that oblivious anymore,” she says softly.

you grin, tugging her closer. “took you long enough.”

her lips are still barely parted when she kisses you again—hungrier this time. deeper. it’s clumsy in the best way, like she can’t decide where to touch you first, and all that hesitation she carried for months? it’s all gone.

abby groans low in her throat when your fingers tug at the hem of her hoodie, bunching it in your fists as you pull her closer, closer, closer, like you’re trying to press her into you. she lets you, her hands skimming under your shirt, palms warm and rough as they trail up your sides.

“fuck,” she mutters, breath shaky. “you’re gorgeous.”

you gasp when she pulls you back onto the couch, her body moving to hover over yours—but never putting her full weight down. her fingers slip under your thighs, dragging you down a little more, so your hips meet just right and she hisses at the contact.

“abs…” you whine, voice barely there.

her forehead presses against yours, her eyes blown wide and hazy. “god, i wanted this. i wanted you. for so long. you don’t even know.”

“then show me,” you whisper, slipping your hands under her shirt now—feeling the ridges of her stomach.

and abby does.

she kisses down your jaw, your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses as she goes. her breath is hot against your skin, her teeth dragging lightly when she meets your collarbone. your shirt rides up as her hands roam, and when she lifts it—slowly, giving you time to stop her—you just nod, breathless.

she stares for a moment, eyes glued to your tits practically spilling out of your pink lacy bra. “holy shit,” she murmurs. “you’re so fucking pretty… you’re going to kill me.”

you bite your lip, tugging at the drawstring of her sweatpants. “then die a little, because i want you closer.”

abby kisses you again, her hands now confidently sliding over your tits, your waist, your thighs—everywhere she can reach. her mouth trails lower, marking a slow path down your body—every touch is desperate and reverent. 

when her fingers dip between your legs, featherlight over the fabric of your shorts, you whine—and she stills. her voice is strained. “tell me if you want me to stop.”

you shake your head, pupils blown wide. “please, abs. i want you.”

she tugs down at your shorts, lifting you so you could pull them off. “you already have me.”

abby doesn’t rush. she could—she wants to, if she’s being honest—but the way you’re looking up at her, flushed, open and waiting, makes something slow and achingly tender bloom in her chest.

her fingers slide beneath your matching pink underwear, and when she touches you, it’s with a kind of reverence that makes your heartbeat faster. she’s careful, eyes locked on yours as her fingers part you, drag through your slick, learning and watching every reaction. 

you gasp, hips bucking slightly, and she smiles—small, stunned. “fuck, abigail. i need more.”

“you’re so wet,” she whispers, intonation low and teasing. “is that all for me, pretty?”

you nod desperately, cheeks burning, and she leans down to kiss you again—slower now, as her fingers begin to move in a lazy rhythm, circling just enough to make your body tense. your hands move under her hoodie, nails digging into the skin of her back, and she moans when you arch against her, needing more.

“fuck,” she breathes, struggling to keep it together. “i could do this all night. just—feel you like this.”

you whimper when she slips a finger inside, then two, stretching you so perfectly your eyes flutter shut. but she nudges her nose against yours, whispers, “hey—eyes on me. look at me.”

you blink up at her, and she kisses your lips, your temple, your jaw, all while her fingers curl just right. “abby, i—”

“that’s it,” she murmurs, pressing her forehead to yours. “let me take care of you.”

your legs start to tremble when her pace picks up—still soft and slow, but with more intent now. her palm drags against your clit with every motion, and you feel yourself start to come undone beneath her, one hand flying up to cover your mouth as you grow embarrassed of the noises pouring out of your lips.

abby pulls it away. “no,” she whispers. “i wanna hear you, baby. please, let me hear you.”

“abs, i’m going to—” you moan, body trembling, thighs clenched around her hips.

she doesn’t stop. she works you through it with quiet praise, soft kisses, and careful touches. even as your body shudders and you whimper from the overstimulation, she stays close, murmuring things like “so perfect for me,” and “been thinking about this forever,” and “you’re mine now, yeah?”

and when you nod—weak, dazed and clinging to her hoodie, she lets out a breath like she’s finally exhaled after holding it for months. she pulls you into her arms, tucking you into her chest, fingers stroking softly over your back.

“hope that makes up for me being stupidly oblivious,” she says into your hair, letting out an airy chuckle.

“i’m going—to keep making you feel stupidly oblivious—” you try catching your breath. “if that’s what i get in return.”

[cxsmicbaby]

here's a little johnny storm drabble... smut at the end ;)

read parts two and three here

thinking about being the fantastic four's live-in personal assistant/agent. and of course, johnny’s into you. how could he not be? a pretty 20-something that he sees everyday? it’s like asking the birthday boy not to blow out his candles.

i'm thinking like... behind-the-scenes fifth member sort of thing, like you're not a fighter but you're just as essential to their continued success as the rest of them.

it was reed that hired you—as the group became more famous, he realized they needed someone to handle the publicity affairs stuff, so he could put his focus on all his important cosmic research and whatnot. you were some random celebrity's personal assistant when he found you—late 20s, impressive resumé, and an academic background in science.

you had the potential for a bright future, but it was stunted by having been stuck in the same position for too long, with no promotions available. so reed contacted you, brought you in for an interview, and determined you were the right candidate for the team.

when you meet the rest of them for the first time you're terrified. you'd met many celebrities before, but none with superpowers, and not to mention that they're basically the most famous people on the planet.

but they're all so nice to you. especially johnny.

when johnny first lays eyes on you and your cute little outfit—the way your fingers shake a little, how your eyes keep darting around the room, and that adorable nervous smile—he can't help the giddy feeling he gets. it's been a while since he's been around someone so pretty; life had been stressful lately, leaving him little time to go out and do anything that was really fun.

but now you—such a lovely little thing—would be in the tower, all the time. what reason is there for him to leave?

you have your own room and office, both happening to be quite close to johnny's quarters, which he had thanked reed for so much the man had threatened to move you. don't flirt with her, reed demanded, and johnny could tell he'd meant it.

unfortunately, johnny definitely hadn't meant it when he promised he wouldn't. you're just too cute; when you huff at him for lingering in your office too long, bouncing around your space with a teasing grin you grow to really hate; when you chastise him for being so public with his frequent 'escapades' and think he won't notice the jealous quirk in your brow. it's bad for your image, you argue, and johnny arguesmthe opposite; that's kind of my whole thing, sweetheart.

"well, it's antiquated," you quip, turning back to your computer with an irritated look on your face. "and don't call me that. it's patronizing and very unprofessional."

but you like it. johnny knows you do. you love his attention, and you're bad at hiding it—the best part is, he knows you aren't doing it on purpose, and that you probably think you're doing a good job at concealing your tells.

sometimes, he's an insufferable tease, doing his absolute best to work you up and make you lose your temper. he's heavy-handed with the flirtation then; getting a bit too close to you when he passes by in the hall, winking at you in meetings, flustering you in your office to the point that you raise your voice, then get embarrassed at your outburst.

other times, he's subtle, innocent, not really trying to tick you off. he surprises himself with how genuine he can be then; to be fair, it's a rare occurrence.

you're watching the afternoon news, taking a coffee break, while johnny lounges on the couch. the reporter is talking about your latest publicist achievement with the team, some story about thing, and johnny turns to look at you over his shoulder, smiling.

"you're good at your job, you know?" he says, and you can't help but be a little shocked at how sincere he sounds. he sees that, and laughs, turning back to the screen so he can toss a marshmellow into his mouth.

"no need to look so appreciative. i know you love my compliments."

sorry. he just can't help it.

regardless of how much joy johnny gets out of making you squirm, he can't deny that there are, unfortunately, real feelings behind his semi-obsession with you. this is quite the unwelcome realization, because johnny hadn't had real feelings for anyone in a long, long time. the experience is not one he particularly likes and much preferred to keep things detached, and to the point. it's a lot easier that way.

but johnny can not stay away from you, no matter how he tries. the harder he does try, the worse it becomes.

one night johnny thinks he'll sit on the other side of the dinner table—he always sits next to you, first to tease you, and then because he wanted to. johnny finds you're the most agreeable to his annoyances at dinner, laughing at him instead of scowling. maybe it's the food.

but, in attempts to try putting distance between you, johnny sits on the other side, next to ben, leaving you to sit closest to reed. you're confused, especially because johnny keeps glancing at you, meeting your gaze for a second, and promptly looking away. you're also hurt, even though you try to fight that, because it's dumb. you shouldn't care, anyway.

but you do. you care so much that when you're doing the dishes that night, and johnny creeps into the kitchen, you scoff, ignoring him in a way that can only be purposeful.

"you okay?" johnny asks, even though he's already smiling that insufferable smirk, which you know is there, despite your back being to him.

"why wouldn't i be?" you hate how pathetically irritated you sound. you scrub a little harder at the plate and try to focus on the shine of the foamy bubbles.

johnny circles you, keeping a distance that's on the brink of being too close. "beats me. you just seem a little upset, is all."

you want to scream, but you feel yourself falling into the trap, despite everything. "i'm not upset. that would be silly."

he laughs, and you see him in your peripheral vision, leaning against the counter beside you. watching you.

"whatever you say. careful with that, it's my favorite." like he has a favorite plate.

he sits next to you again the next night, and neither of you say anything, but he swears he sees you smile when he pulls out the chair.

NSFW BELOW! mdni!

most of johnny's tormenting is innocent. he likes to see you a little uncomfortable, likes it making you nervous. but there are other times, where he admires you a little too long, eyes tracing the curves of your body, and he starts picturing things. like how you might look on your knees, staring up at him with your pretty eyes. how you might look with him staring up at you, between your thighs, your plush lips parted while you watched him. that's his favorite.

he wants you, painfully. it gets to the point where he can only think about you when he wants some release; touching himself in the shower like a pre-pubescent teenager, embarrassingly worked up by the filthy things his own mind is conjuring.

four months into your hiring and you're driving him crazy. johnny can barely look at you now without thinking about kissing you, touching you, tasting you; it's ridiculous, and he's beginning to get a little embarrassed about it. he still teases you, but now all his comments have an air of desire to them—something that had kind of always been present, controllable enough for him to bury it in smug smiles, taunting laughs. but johnny can't control it now, can't mask how you effect him.

his only saving grace is that you seem not to notice. not really, at least. you return his yearning gazes with this adorably frustrating, confused expression, furrowing your brows as if to ask him what his problem is. you are my problem, he wants to say, and then he wants to kiss you breathless, take you to his bed, and make you feel so good you take back every snide comment you've ever made about him.

but instead he always smirks at you, turns away. tries to calm his mind before he pops a semi in his pants that always seem just a little too tight.

one night johnny’s sitting in the living room, popping handfuls of cereal into his mouth straight from the box; typical thursday. you walk in, and he turns, but is caught off guard by how good you look—you’re dressed up, a considerable amount of skin showing (at least, more than you do when you’re on the job). he swallows hard and tries to keep his eyes on your face but it proves difficult.

“and where are you headed, missy? it’s almost ten.” his head swivels to follow you as you walk through the living room, into the kitchen, opening the fridge.

“i don’t see how that’s any of your business,” you say, but there’s no real bite behind your words. you search for something in the refrigerator, can’t find it, and close it with a sigh, turning to face him. “johnny, did you drink my cranberry juice?

the frustrated look on your face is sort of cute but it (thankfully) distracts him from studying the way your hips look in your outfit; soft, plush, and very grabbable. well, maybe it’s not really distracting him that much.

he rolls his eyes and turns back to the television.

“no. isn’t that for ladies, anyway? i heard it makes you taste better. that and pineapple juice.” he says it with a laugh, but it’s not nearly as smug as usual. he regrets it immediately, mostly because all he can think of now is getting the chance to taste you, and how sweet he knows you’d be. and warm. fuck. he can see your flustered face in his head even though he isn’t looking.

“ugh, whatever. you’re buying me more.” there's an extra bite in your tone, but he can't figure out what, and you're gone before he can ask any more questions.

johnny's left him with a sinking feeling in his gut—are you going on a date? it’s a little late in the evening but that barely means anything. you could be going out with your girlfriends, but that scenario isn’t great for him either. there are tons of guys that would give anything to get in your pants, and at a club they’re more liable to try it. he can only hope you wouldn’t let them.

johnny’s usually a late sleeper anyway, but he makes it a point to stay up till you’ve returned, keeping himself entertained with dumb tv shows and another box of cereal. the rest of the team are sound asleep when you finally stumble inside, clearly doing your best to be quiet.

it's around 1am, so you're not expecting anyone to be awake—you should've known better.

"past midnight, huh? on a thursday?"

you jump, and you almost let out an exasperated groan at his familiar, grating voice. johnny's sitting almost exactly where you left him, but he gets up when you make eye contact, leaning against the wall as he watches you. he's checking you out again, quite obviously—you're annoyed at the fluttering in your stomach, made worse by the wine you'd consumed at dinner. you may have had a bit too much, but you'd needed it to get through the date; the guy was a total jackass. first and last time you let your friend set you up.

"ugh. have you just been sitting there this whole time?" you huff, slipping your shoes from your aching feet. he doesn't move, just watching you with those infuriating blue eyes, shadowed by the lack of light in the room. "you have a conference tomorrow at noon, johnny. you should be sleeping." today at noon is more accurate, you think, but semantics lose their importance past midnight.

"well, you shouldn't be wasting your time on dates with idiot guys," he says, voice a little hushed, something hidden behind the words that would be simple coming from anyone else. you sigh despite the way your cheeks warm. your lack of a response is a mistake, because johnny's eyes light up and he pushes himself off the wall, circling you.

"so it was a date, then? where'd he take you?"

his interest in your date is off-putting but you can't deny how easy it is to play into it. the remnants of alcohol in your blood make you feel more open, and you decide you don't have the energy to play a game with johnny right now. you tell him the truth.

"doesn't matter. it was horrible. he talked about himself for, like, the whole thing. and he wasn't even that cute."

johnny's brows shoot up at your genuine answer, and he laughs, intrigued by this rare, honest mood of yours. you move past him to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.

he follows you, taking slow, deliberate steps, standing a little too near. "that sucks. shame you wasted such a pretty outfit on a guy like that."

you scoff, but your ears are hot. "thanks? i think."

johnny is silent for a second, observing you with a glint in his eyes that you read as slightly dangerous and very, very attractive. he looks especially good in this lighting; biceps bulging just slightly as he crosses his arm, slick smile almost calling out to you. you want to wipe it off his face. you want to put him on his back and shut him up. the thought surprises you, but not as much as the visuals that come with it. you look away, embarrassed, like he can see inside your head.

"well, the night's still young," he finally says, with a crooked smile that makes you ill. "you shouldn't go to bed upset, you know. it's bad for you."

you take a sip of water, looking back at him with narrowed eyes. "what are you suggesting?"

that's how you end up sitting in criss-cross-applesauce on the floor in johnny's room, nursing a beer like you're in college. he's in front of you, some inches away, face a little flushed from the alcohol, and a big, bright grin that just won't go away. johnny is insufferable not just because he's devastatingly handsome, but because he knows he is—it makes you hate yourself, and how you can't help but swoon when he laughs.

"honestly, you should've known by the time of day that the date was gonna be shit," johnny blurts, after finishing his third beer. you roll your eyes.

"i'm serious," he continues, and shifts so that he's leaning back on his hand, one knee bent to rest his elbow on. "any guy takes you out past nine, he's not looking to really romance you, if you get my drift."

you scoff, bringing your knees up to your chest, shielding yourself from his disarming gaze. "did you ever consider that maybe i wasn't looking to be romanced? you never heard that song? girls need love too, storm."

you're smiling teasingly at him, but johnny's eyes flash a little dark, and a pit forms in your gut. you wish you didn't say it, but it's already out, and now you've given him an excuse to take the conversation in a direction you very much want to avoid.

"you're really desperate enough to fuck some random guy? must be a bad dry spell, then."

johnny says it because he knows it will piss you off. and you know that, but you let it piss you off anyway.

"i know you're not calling me desperate. you'd fuck anything with two legs and tits." it comes out a little meaner than you intend, but johnny likes it, you can see it in the way he laughs. your stomach twists and you curse the little ache that starts between your legs. it really has been a very long, very bad dry spell.

"i'm just saying, it doesn't have to be that way." his tone of voice is dangerously low and you wish you weren't sitting so close to him. "there are a lot of guys who would kill for the chance to give you 'some love'. and i promise you, you'd be leaving them much happier than you did this other guy."

you exhale a little breath, forcing yourself to make eye contact. he feels much, much nearer, even though you know neither of you has moved. his blue eyes have darkened to a navy—or is it that his pupils have swallowed up all the color? you shift, hoping he doesn't notice the way your thighs involuntarily clench at the movement. god, you're folding pathetically, you think, but you say it anyway.

"and why would that be?" you prod, voice soft and hesitant. johnny's smile falls into something predatory. he's got you right where he wants you.

"well," he starts, moving just an inch closer, under the guise of changing his position. "you're pretty, sweet, put together. and... you know. some guy might think it's hot to watch you fall apart. so, he'd take his time with you. give you everything you deserve."

your breath hitches, but you swallow it down. is he saying what you think he is? the ache in your core is starting to throb dully now, making your cheeks feel even hotter than they already did, your eyelids falling just the slightest bit as you watch him.

god, you're a tease, johnny thinks, even though he knows you're not even trying to be. your reactions spur him on and he continues before he can really think about it.

"he'd probably kiss you first, lay you down, make sure you were comfortable," his voice is thick, like molasses, smile all but gone. he's barely even looking at you; his own words are shaping a scene in his head, and he can't help but get lost in it. "then, he'd touch you, your stomach, under your tits. your inner thighs. careful, controlled. just enough to make you want more."

you're enamored. your throat feels dry, the room so quiet around you the silence presses on your ears. "... and then?"

johnny's eyes dart to you, and he takes in that slightly dazed look on your face, and the way your legs twitch almost imperceptibly. he's already getting hard, just looking at you, thinking about what he'd do to you. he hopes you don't notice, but he can't be bothered to hide it now.

"and then," he draws it out, tongue poking out to wet his bottom lip. "i think... he would want to keep teasing you, just to see that cute look on your face, but... he wouldn't be able to stop himself." he inhales sharply, like the room is running out of air. "so, he'd compromise and kneel between your legs, kiss you over your panties, till you were squirming, begging him to take them off."

johnny is entranced by the way you react to that. he's never pegged you for a prude, but you seem almost mortified at the image, your eyes going a little wide. he lets out a strained laugh, because he's definitely hard now, and can't stop imagining what kind of panties you're wearing.

"what's wrong? don't act all innocent now, you're the one who asked."

your answer almost makes him gasp. "well, it's just—i've never, you know. i've never had a guy go down on me. is that embarrassing?"

johnny's done for. and you are too.

he's got you laid out on your back just minutes later, propped up on your elbows as you watch him between your trembling thighs. he's face to face with your cute little lace panties, one hand wrapped around your thigh, the other pressing down gently on your lower stomach, a toothy grin spread across his face. you're embarrassed by how hard he's staring, eyes locked on the wet spot right in the center of the thin fabric.

"johnny," you start, but before you can continue, he's rubbing torturously soft over your clit, and you're amazed at how good it feels even through the cotton. "quit teasing."

he chuckles breathily, glancing up at you before he focuses on the treasure in front of him. "sweetheart, i'm gonna make you feel so good, you have no clue." he kisses your inner thigh—he can't resist nipping the skin just a little before he pulls away. "i like when you say my name. keep doing that."

you want to argue, but his mouth is suddenly on you, and you forget the words.

johnny kisses you over your panties, just like he said he would, his hand moving to hold your hips down when you twitch into his mouth. soon it's like he's making out with your clothed pussy, tongue hot against you, humming softly at the soft gasps you let out—against your will, because you don't want him to know how good it feels, but you can't help it.

"johnny," you moan, a little humiliated by how desperate you already sound, "just take them off, please."

he doesn't lift his head immediately, but when he does there's a shit-eating grin on his face that makes your stomach twist. his lips are shiny, eyes dark and a little lidded.

"told you i'd make you beg for it."

johnny takes mercy on you, and hooks his pointer under the hem of your now-soaked underwear, pulling it aside far too slowly. you're wet, wetter than you think you've ever been; nobody's ever taken their time with you like this, and you fight with yourself not to mistake it for care. it's just johnny's insatiable desire to see you vulnerable, you tell yourself, even as he stares at your exposed cunt like it's been given to him by the gods.

"fuck. can't believe you were keeping this from me," he mutters, throat bobbing. he makes you lift your hips so he can shimmy your panties off completely. then, he slips his thumb through your folds, like he's studying you, taking samples for further experimentation.

you gasp softly when he brings his thumb to his mouth. jesus christ.

"so sweet. guess that cranberry juice really does work."

you want to slap him, but before you can protest his poor sense of humor, he finally looks back at up to meet your eyes—and he looks possessed. you're throbbing in anticipation, fighting the urge to push your hips up toward his chin.

"mm. you look beautiful like this, sweetheart. all spread out for me." he elbows your legs open a little further to punctuate his words, lifting your thighs onto his shoulders with little effort. you wish you could say something, but you don't trust your own voice.

johnny wants to tease your silence, but he can't wait any longer.

you cry out softly when his tongue lays flat against your pussy, hand coming instinctively to grab at his hair. you sink your fingers into his scalp when he shakes his head gently from side to side, rubbing his hot mouth shamelessly against you. god, does it feel this good every time? you fear he might be spoiling you for any other guy, but push the thought away to focus on the pleasure.

he moans into you when you tug on his hair, lips finding your clit, sucking voraciously for just a second before giving it little kitten licks.

"shit, johnny—feels so good," you breathe, hips squirming against his strong hold. he doesn't come up to taunt you, to show you his smug smirk; he just groans at your words, the vibrations making your back arch into his mouth. when you manage to look down at him you see his ice blue eyes relentlessly staring up at you and you swear he's smiling.

johnny pulls away just a moment, his face gliimmering with your wetness—he turns his face into your thigh, biting, licking, kissing, making you arch into him. then, he's looking back to you; you can feel his hot panting against your pussy.

"should've done this a long time ago," he mutters, mostly to himself. then, his voice goes low, a little raspy.

"i want you to cum on my face, sweetheart. can you do that for me?"

you nod frantically, despite the way heat rushes directly to your face at his request—anything for him to put his mouth back on you.

"you gotta say it, honey. use your words."

you swallow and fight to regain your voice. "i wanna cum, johnny. please, make me cum."

what a pretty voice you have when you're begging. one of johnny's hands stretches up, slipping under your top to play with your tits, pinching through your lace bra. were you wearing a matching set? johnny suppresses a groan, feeling his cock ache at the idea. then, he remembers you wore it for someone else, and is overcome with a possessiveness that makes him look away from your watery, pleading eyes.

he ducks back into your warm cunt instead. you keen into his mouth, and his eyes flutter shut, hot tongue slipping inside you. he can feel you throbbing around him, and his hips twitch against the carpet of their own volition.

your thighs try to clench around his head but he forces them apart, pressing you down with his palm flat on your tummy. you're embarrassingly close to cumming but you feel like you'll die if he stops. his nose bumps your clit every time his tongue fucks into you and it's making your head swim. you're trying to be quiet, but you've never had such trouble doing so.

"i think i'm gonna cum," you whisper, sounding more desperate than you've ever heard yourself. both hands are in johnny's hair now, drawing him closer, using him as leverage to grind against his touch, even if he's making sure you can't move very much. johnny hums, making you yelp, and then the rough pad of his tongue flattens against your clit, and you're gone.

your panting goes a little high-pitched, and johnny knows he's got you. he groans ragged into your cunt and you let out a punctured whine, thighs shaking as you still—you writhe in his arms while his tongue fucks you through it.

johnny regards himself as a good man, but he wonders what specific deed he's done to deserve such a blessing. it must've been a big one.

"oh—johnny, johnny, wait" you cry, despite how your fingers tug on his hair, forcing him deeper. "it's too—ah—too much—!"

he wants to tell you it's not enough, that he could kneel between your legs and worship you like a goddess for hours, make you cum so many times you forget everything but his name, but he knows that's too far. at least, for right now.

"sorry, sweetie. couldn't help myself," he says, so casually, like he wasn't just making out with your pussy. he pulls away, wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.

johnny eases your shaky legs from his shoulders, and kneels in front of you, chest heaving. his pupils are blown and you can't help but notice that he's incredibly hard, so much so that you think it must be painful. he notices you looking but doesn't say anything, just smiles insufferably. you're too blissed out to get annoyed.

"so? see what you've been missing?" he's still a little breathless, running his hands up and down your thighs as if to calm you down. it's deceptively sweet and makes you smile softly at him.

"i can definitely see the appeal," you decide to say, and johnny presses a little kiss to your knee. you think he's about to ask if you can return the favor, considering you can blatantly see he needs it, but he just keeps smiling down at you.

"good."

he grabs for your panties and helps you slip them back on, sitting you up, fixing your hair.

then, johnny's walking you to your room—across the hall—and right before you get to the door, he tugs you close to him, lips brushing against yours when he speaks.

"you should really let me do that more often. to... make up for all the time you've gone without it."

johnny thought he’d be able to stop thinking about you once he finally had you, but as he lies awake in bed that night, he realizes it’s only become worse.

read part two here!