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vinnyvamppp · 3 months ago

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I NEED A FIC OF THE NO GOGGLES MARK VARIANT!!!

specifically make him THAT KINDA FREAK we already know he loves to toy with others (from his battle with the Guards of the Globe) and is crazy asf with a sense of dark humor. My fic idea is where he’s with his gf and this is their first time having sex tg and she doesn’t know about his kinks or anything since she would just take his comments of him telling her to ‘try to choke him’ or basically to inflict pain on each other as a joke.

Slap Me Silly

Note: This is yummy, we like this, we NEED this. I've seen maybe two fics have elements of this, so lemme just—slide myself in. (the pic is a hint SOMEONE TIE HIM UP)

Warnings: Nipple play (most male receiving), Switch Lenless!Mark, Dom!Reader, Riding, SadoMasochism, Tit Squeezing, Biting, Dark Humor, Choking, Degrading, "Good Boy", Slapping, Dirty Talk, Porn w a Plot, Smut, and ofc the over usage of 'Dude'. Synopsis: The title is self explanatory... buckle up.

No Goggles/Lensless!Mark x Dom!Fem Reader

Word Count: 2,303

The apartment is quiet, save for the occasional hum of traffic outside and the soft rustle of fabric as you shift on the couch. Mark is stretched out beside you, legs spread like he owns the place—because, in his mind, he does. His grin is lazy, all teeth, and his dark eyes flick toward you with that ever-present glint of mischief.

“You keep staring at me like that, babe,” he murmurs, tilting his head against the couch cushion, “and I’m gonna start thinking you actually like me.” You roll your eyes, biting back a smile. “God forbid.” He chuckles, low and amused, and suddenly he’s closer—leaning in like he’s got a secret to tell. “Nah, I think you do,” he teases, his breath warm against your jaw. “Like, a lot.” You scoff, pushing at his chest. “You wish.” Mark lets himself fall back dramatically, spreading his arms out like he’s been struck. “Right in the heart. Dude! That was brutal.” Rolling your eyes, you reply. “You’ll live,” you deadpan.

“Oh, I always live.” He winks, and for a second, there’s something in his expression, something dark and knowing, a reminder of just how much weight those words actually carry. But then it’s gone, replaced by that ever-present smugness. His fingers drum against his thigh. “Y’know, I’ve been thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

“Ha. Ha.” He smirks. “No, but really—since we’re both so hopelessly in love or whatever—” You snort, but he ignores you. “—don’t you think it’s weird that we haven’t, y’know, done anything yet?” His eyebrows lift, feigning innocence. “Not that I’m complaining. I like a good slow burn. Gets me all antsy and horny.” Your stomach tightens. It’s not like you haven’t thought about it. Mark is—well, Mark. Infuriating, cocky, always pushing just to see how far he can go. But he’s also magnetic in a way that makes it impossible to look away. And when he wants something? He gets it.

Still, you manage to play it cool. “I figured you’d explode if you went more than a week without getting laid.” Mark grins, tilting his head. “I do like explosions.”

You shake your head, but before you can throw another sarcastic remark his way, he moves. Fast. Not using his full speed—he’s learned his lesson about freaking you out like that—but enough to make your breath hitch as he’s suddenly towering over you, hands braced on either side of your hips. “Wanna hear something funny?” he asks, voice dropping just enough to make your pulse quicken.

You swallow. “That depends.” His fingers trail up your arm, barely touching, just enough to send a shiver down your spine. “You remember all those times I told you to try and choke or slap me?” You let out a brief chuckle. “You mean when you were being weird?” Mark hums, lips twitching like he’s holding back a laugh. “See, that’s the thing—you think I was joking.”

Your breath catches. His eyes are half-lidded now, watching you with something between amusement and hunger. “…You weren’t?” Mark smirks. “Dude. You have no idea.” He leans in, brushing his nose against yours. You stare at him for a second, searching his face for any sign that he’s messing with you. Nothing. Just that same cocky, lopsided smirk—like he knows something you don’t. His grin progressively widens as you open your mouth to speak, “You have to be kidding.” Mark tilts his head, feigning offense. “Why would I joke about something so serious? Dude, I’m hurt.” Here he goes again with the dramatics. “Oh, I’ll hurt you, alright.” The words leave your mouth before you can grasp them, but Mark’s eyes light up like you just handed him a winning lottery ticket.

His lips part slightly, tongue flicking out to wet them. “Please do.” You let out a laugh—sharp, disbelieving. This idiot. He’s always like this. Pushing buttons just to see what happens. You stared, more interested than before, your head shaking. “You’re insane.” Mark doesn’t miss a beat. “And you love it.”

You roll your eyes and, without thinking, lift your hand and smack him across the face. A sharp pop echoed as your palm struck his cheek, snapping his head to the side. Not hard, just enough to wipe that smug look off him. Or, well. That was the intention. Because instead of looking shocked or offended, Mark just stares at you. Slow blinks. Chest rising and falling a little too deliberately. “…Holy shit.” He gasps, making you hesitate.

He lets out a breathy laugh, touching his cheek where you slapped him. Then, with a grin that is way too excited for comfort, he looks back at you. “Dude.” His dark eyes go heavy-lidded, lips parting slightly as he exhales slowly, shaky, and wrecked like you just did something unspeakably good to him, and he’s already desperate for more. You blink. “What?”

“Do that again.”

You pull back slightly in hesitation, wondering how you even scored this crazy fuck. Taking notice, Mark clicks his tongue, shaking his head like you just deeply disappointed him. “C’mon, Dude. Don’t be like that.” He leans in again, voice dipping lower. “I liked it.” Your stomach flips. You open your mouth two seconds away from calling him an absolute freak, but Mark beats you to it. “See, this is why I keep you around,” he muses, like he’s talking to himself. “You get me.” He rasps with an estranged fascination, seemingly savoring the sting against his cheek. “I literally do not—”

“—you do, though.” He gestures vaguely. “Even if you pretend you don’t. Which is, like, really cute, by the way.” He pauses dramatically with a slight sing song “And hot.” You exhale through your nose. Okay. Fine. He wants to be weird? You can be weirder. So, with the most exaggerated sigh you can manage, you lift your hand and slap him again. This time, it’s harder. The slap lands sharp and sudden, a crisp crack that echoes in the quiet room.

His skin is warm under your palm, the impact sending a fleeting sting through your fingers, while the faintest thrum of satisfaction lingers in the air between you. Mark's head tilts slightly from the force, but the way he laughs is low, throaty, and giddy. The kind that sends something hot and electric through your spine. His gaze snaps back to you, darker now. “Oh, yeah,” he breathes, voice thick with something you don’t quite know how to name yet. “That’s the stuff.” Your gaze flickered lower, his hips fidgeting. He was hard.

Mark leans in, close enough that you can feel the heat of his breath against your lips. He’s still grinning like he’s just won the lottery, panting like an excited mutt before he whispers, “…Your turn.” You took this as an invitation to explore his other kinks, his willingness empowering you like never before. The space between you ceased to exist in an instant, your bodies pulled together with an urgency that set your skin ablaze, his lips claiming yours like a force of nature. Groans filled the space within your mouths, his sloppy kisses trailing lower over your neck. You deserved such romance for your first time, but his body was already seething for more.

His hand reaches forward, fingers tingling with excitement as they curl around your throat. He forces you down against the couch, the pressure against your windpipe causing you to gasp. Before he could do more your hand lashes out, striking his cheek with a resounding slap. He paused, welcoming the change from his usual dominance. "Fuck yeah," he growls, his voice thick and eager. "Don't hold back, babe."

Emboldened further, you push him back and climb onto his lap, straddling his hips. You can feel his hard already weeping cock pressing against your clothed sex, the heat of him seeping through the thin fabric of your panties. You grab his throat, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. "You like this, don't you? Being used like a little bitch?" You insulted, testing the waters.

Mark's eyes flutter closed as he lets out a shuddering moan. "Yes," he hisses, his hips bucking up against you. "I fucking love it." His hands grip your thighs tightly, fingers digging into your skin.

You tighten your grip on his throat, feeling his pulse jump under your palm. "Beg for it," you demand, grinding your cunt against his straining erection. "Beg me to choke you while I ride your cock." Mark's eyes snap open, gleaming with satisfaction. "Please," he rasps, his voice strained from your hold. "Please, please, choke me while you use my dick. I want to feel you squeeze the air from my lungs as you cum all over me."

A thrill runs through you at his words, at the complete submission and desperation in his voice. You release his throat, only to fist your hand in his hair, yanking his head back. "Good boy," you purr, before crushing your lips against his in a fervent kiss. You rake your nails down his skin, leaving angry red lines in their wake.

You whimper into his mouth—his hands moving to your ass, squeezing and kneading the flesh. You can feel him throbbing against you, his cock leaking pre-cum into his pants. Breaking the kiss, you lean back and hastily remove your top—exposing your breasts to his hungry gaze. His fingers follow suit, bringing his shirt over his head as he refuses to blink even once. "Fuck yes, Mistress." He groans, voice strained as his eyes glued to your tits. "You're so goddamn sexy." His lips nearly prepared to worship you.

It was odd, you stared down at him enjoying the power you have over him. He could easily turn the tides at any moment, but he was so willing to fuck you with such courtesy. Your fingers gently tapped against his throat—just threatening—begging him to make a move that would cause your grip to tighten. Mark immediately sits back, panting and red-cheeked. You lift your hips, his hands shove down your panties and help you kick them off. Then, with a courage-building sigh, you line up his cock with your dripping entrance. Mark groans—hands flying to your hips. "Need to feel your tight pussy around my cock."

Without warning, he slams you down onto him, taking him to the hilt in one smooth motion. You both groan at the sudden intrusion—Mark's head falling back as his fingers dig into your hips hard enough to bruise. "Oh god," you moan, savoring the feeling of him stretching you open. "You're so fucking big, where were you hiding this thing?!"

"I'm gonna fill this pussy up so good," Mark declares between giggles, his hips starting to move beneath you. "Gonna pump you full of my cum until it's leaking out of you." The dirty words only spur you on. You start to ride him fast, your hips slamming down onto him as you chase your pleasure—barely allowing yourself to breathe. Your hand never leaves his throat, tightening and loosening in time with your movements. Mark's face is flushed—his eyes glassy with lust as he bucks up into you—meeting you thrust for thrust.

"Harder," you demand, squeezing his throat tighter, his eyes rolling back. "F-fuck me harder." Mark lets out a choked groan, but does as he's told, slamming up into you with renewed vigor. The new angle has him hitting depths you didn't know existed, making stars burst behind your eyelids with each thrust. You can feel the pressure building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter as he pounds into your g-spot. Releasing him from your ever-desired grip, he protests, his hips punctuating as you let out a yelp. “Dude..!” He whines, exasperated before a resounding clap echoes against his cheek, his face growing warm as blood swelled. “Again! Again…!” He encouraged, and you followed suit devilering smack after smack. The feeling only rousing him more as his hips pressed further.

Arching your back forward, your tongue finds the blistering streaks left from your nails. Soothing them with the soothing stroke of the muscle, you lick over his nipples—teeth tugging on them gently. The small buds hardened slightly from the cold air, and his grunt echoed from above. “Holy shit... yes!” Coming up for air, he returns the favor—hands leaving your ass and latching onto your tits as he squeezes them like stress balls. It's painful—he knows but he attones as his thumb traces rings around your areolas causing mild pleasure.

Your hands returned to his throat, tightening like a vice. With a strangled chuckle, his cock twitched inside you as he floods your pussy with his hot seed. The feeling of him pulsing inside you—the overwhelming sensations overloading your senses, and the obscene squelching sounds of his cum filling you pushes you over the edge. You throw your head back with a scream as your orgasm crashes over you—your cunt spasming as you gasp. Were orgasms always meant to feel this strong?

Mark groans as he feels you contracting around him. "Milk my cock dry. Take every last drop." You continue to ride him through your climax, grinding your clit against his pelvis until the last waves of pleasure fade away. When you finally collapse against his chest, both of you are panting and covered in sweat.

You could barely catch your breath when he spoke up. "Dude, we're definitely doing that again," you murmur against his chest, exhausted, he chuckles, his chest vibrating beneath you. "Hell yeah we are." He says to himself. Without missing another beat, you're suddenly flipped over—his cock hardened with renewed energy. "Ready for round two?" He asks, tracing patterns against your calves as he spreads your legs over his shoulders. Now it was truly your turn.

Can you guys tell I love submissive or freaky men? Hopefully, this fulfills your request!

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auroralwriting · 6 months ago

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anticipation

charles xavier x fem!mutant!reader pre first class era

you were the first person to ever keep charles out of someone's mind. he instantly became enamored.

word count: 1k | warnings: none

It had almost become a hobby of sorts for Charles to peer into others' minds, just briefly in passing. He liked to know their thoughts. Sometimes it was funny, sometimes sad, and other times a little disturbing, but Charles tried to forget about those times.

One of these days, his little trick would probably get him into all sorts of trouble. Until then, it was worth every second.

One of Charles' favorite ways to do this was going to bars and reading the minds of tipsy and drunk people. Those were the most fun. There was absolutely no filter on anyone, making it easy and enjoyable for him to indulge a little bit. Truly, it was a harmless hobby.

Charles' eyes scanned over the crowd of people as he sat at the bar. His eyes scanned in search for the perfect person to read. He wanted something interesting, new, exciting. The best people to read were the drunk ones, but also the worst. It could get repetitive, but this time, Charles was determined to find someone who stood out, someone who he could dig a little deeper into.

A young woman sat at one of the booths across the room. She was alone, and my, rather pretty if Charles had a say. She just sat at the booth, sipping on her drink without a care in the world. Either she had a story or was insanely depressed. Charles hoped it wasn't the latter. Plus, what was life without risk? She was perfect.

Fingers against his temple, Charles slowly began to ease into her mind, so soft and slow that she wouldn't be able to notice a thing.

However, you did.

In fact, you knew something was up with the man before he'd even began to attempt to enter your mind. You could sense strong waves of something from the man. You'd kept him in the corner of your eye before he even set his sights on you. Determination, calculated, and dead set on you. Yeah, he was up to something.

For a moment, you thought maybe he was some creep devising a wicked plan to kidnap you or something. I mean, come on, a girl sitting alone in a bar surrounded by drunk people. But then, you felt his intentions. A mutant, no doubt, or maybe just a really good magician. Then, you saw him make a move, two fingers to his temple. Ah, mutant for sure. Must be some way to hone his powers. So, you closed yourself off entirely.

It was almost like you could feel his mind trying to invade your own. It felt like a stick poking mud. You didn't dare cause attention, so you sat there in great focus to keep him out. He was much stronger than you anticipated, making it a real challenge. Challenge was new. Not many mutants could pin you in a crowd, even alone. This man being able to spot you and attempt to use his own powers on you was unusual, but somehow, you could sense he meant no harm.

Charles' brows furrowed when he got nothing. Absolutely nothing, nada, zip. That couldn't be possible. He never failed. How could he have not sensed a single thing off of you?

Then, you made the mistake of darting your eyes to him. It was just a moment, a fraction of a second, but with how focused he was on you, he'd caught it.

He moved like an arrow speeding through the air at its target. He'd gotten up so fast from his seat that it nearly startled you. Before you could even think of getting up, he was sat across from you.

"Who are you?" Charles asked quickly.

"I think it's very rude to intrude in other people's minds," you replied, folding your arms over your chest. "Very invasive of you."

"You're a mutant," commented Charles as he eyed you.

A scoff left your mouth, "Rude thing to call a person."

"That's not what I--"

"I'm messing with you," you chuckled. "Yeah, I am. And so are you. Do you find some sick enjoyment learning everyone's deepest, darkest secrets?"

Charles let out a chuckle of his own, shaking his head while a hand ran through his hair. "I just merely read their active thoughts. I do nothing with it."

"Sure," you nodded, unconvinced. "What's your name?"

"I believe I asked you first at the beginning of this conversation." Charles replied, a small victorious smile on his face knowing he'd piqued your interest. You gave him your name, and he gave you his. Xavier, Charles. "How did you keep me out of your head?"

You shrugged, "I could sense you were going to do it before you even did it." His face didn't change, but you still added, "Don't feel so bummed. I anticipated it all before you even thought anything."

"You’re not a mind reader," Charles examined, "but you're certainly something similar."

"I can feel your emotions, anticipate your next moves." you answered. "Not the coolest thing, but it certainly makes me feel safer in bars where strange men try to read my mind."

Sheepishly, Charles let out a huff of air. "Sorry. I didn't intend to come off.. well, creepy."

"I don't think you're creepy anymore," you replied. "Plus, I've never met someone with mutations so similar to mine. I mean, we both sort of use our minds. That's something."

Charles nodded, "It is. I've never met anyone so unique yet similar to me. Tell me, when did you develop your mutation?"

"When I was maybe six or seven. From what I've learned, I guess that was a bit young. Gave me time to hone my skills." It really did take a while to get things under control. Feeling everyone's emotions within fifty feet was a lot to take in, especially when that range grew.

"Can I buy you another drink?" Charles asked suddenly. He was flirting, you could feel it. "And maybe, while we're exchanging things, you could drop those mental walls?"

You laughed, "And let you read my mind? Charles, I have a feeling you've never experienced good old heart to heart with another person. My gift to you is discovering how to learn without reading people's minds."

"So, a yes to that drink?" Charles smiled.

"A yes to that drink," you confirmed. "Get one for yourself. I think we're just beginning our night."

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hees-mine · 3 months ago

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Just casual - L. heeseung

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: mentions of smut, cursing, arguments, mentions of an ex, alcohol, jealousy, angst, sunghoon is mentioned, small font is text.

WC: 2,8k full fic

“Had a really shit day at work. Wanna come over to make it better after I get off?”

That’s the text you received from your situationship it was nine at night his typical time to hit you up.

Smiling at the notification you replied almost right away since you were practically waiting on him to text as he always did this time of night.

“Sorry to hear that, baby. I’d love to come over and relieve your stress.”

“That’s my pretty girl. There’s still a key under the mat. I’ll be just about twenty minutes, so you can head out now.”

“On my way ;)”

Everything about those exchanged messages didn’t sound like you weren’t dating each other, but that’s just the thing.

You don’t know what you and him have going on. You text good morning and good night, but then there’s barely any communication throughout the day unless it’s to meet up and fuck.

Neither of you guys are seeing other people yet you’re not exclusive with each other.

When you see him talking with other girls you get jealous but you don’t say anything cause he’s not yours you have no right to get possessive.

Heeseung tells himself the same thing when he randomly hits up the same club as you and sees you chatting with some guy about who knows what, but apparently, it’s funny cause you’re laughing non fucking stop it makes him feel so upset that he’s not the one behind your all laughs.

But who is he to intervene cause you and him aren’t committed it’s just casual sex with a little bit of sweet talk in between.

Regardless though, he takes pleasure in knowing he’s the only man you’re letting inside you, and he also takes pleasure knowing you’re the only pussy he’s going inside cause no one could ever compare to you, and that’s one of the biggest reasons he’s keeping quiet about his feelings is because he doesn’t want to fuck this up.

So he’s playing the little game of being your situationship while also teetering on the bounds of crossing that line into something more, something unknown.

Something that could ultimately change your guy's relationship for worse or for better.

He can’t really gauge your feelings for him duh if he could he would have asked you out by now.

At times he thinks there could be something more between you two, those times being when you suck him off like you can’t get enough of his dick in your throat or when he tells you he’s stressed and you happily tell him that you’re coming over and you’ll do all the work bouncing up and down on his hard thick cock cumming multiple times all while massaging his shoulders praising him and making him release inside you at the same time releasing all his pent up frustration.

But then, when he tries to reciprocate by cleaning you up and attempting to cuddle afterward, you always say you have to go, or you have work in the morning, leaving him in a cold bed confused because you two just had a good, intimate moment together far too intimate to just be casual but not enough for him to claim that there was without a doubt more going on between you two.

He’s so torn though cause he wants to make a move but he doesn’t know how so he’s playing it as he goes by asking you over and then he’d have to see where the night leads but hopefully it’ll end with you and him together.

Hopefully.

You arrived shorty after he texted using the key he told you about under the mat you unlocked the door and took a seat on his couch waiting for his arrival while leisurely scrolling on your phone.

You scrolled and scrolled some more until you got another notification this time on your ig you saw someone had tagged you in a photo assuming it was one of your friends you smile tapping on it but your smile turns into a deep frown once you see a picture of him at a pub the photo accompanied by little heart eye emojis and the time shown that it had just been taken.

He said he was getting off work. Didn’t he? So why is he making you wait for no reason when he’s out at the bar with some other girl? Why is he wasting your time when, obviously, he wants to be with someone else?

You rolled your eyes at the picture, frustratedly gathering your things along with your keys. If he wanted his dick wet, she could do it for him, but you were not about to sit around and be there at his beck and call.

Sure, he didn’t owe you anything, and you shouldn’t be jealous if he fucked her and then came home and fucked you too, but you were, and that, combined with the fact he just left you high and dry, making you wait a whole hour with no response.

Yeah, fuck no, especially cause not only was he with someone else it just happened to be your favorite spot too.

You were about to leave and never come back but for a moment you had enough clarity to suppress your emotions and you sat back down deciding to wait for him because after tonight you were done with him you couldn’t handle being his situationship if the moment he entertained other girls you were going to feel like this so the simplest thing for you to do would be to just call things off with him.

Heeseung wasn’t planning to be out way past the time he originally planned but it was for good reason he knew there was a spot not far from his home you liked to frequent it was a little pub that served beer and food.

You’d always post your order on your story, and he had it memorized, so he was gonna surprise you first when he came over before you guys did the do heck tonight didn’t even have to be about sex. He’d be happy just relaxing, watching some TV, and eating.

If you were okay with that.

It was a bit domestic yes but this was what he meant by teetering on the lines this was merely him keeping his foot half in and halfway out to test the waters of your guys ��relationship”.

And someone tell him why out of all nights, he runs into his cheater bitch of an ex in the pub as soon as he stepped in.

“Heeseung! What a surprise!” She cheers, her annoying voice making him clench his jaw.

Without his consent, she wraps her hand around his shoulder, but he immediately peels it off, disgusted by the thought of her even touching him after what she did.

“Yeah” he mumbles uninterested. “Real surprise” he says with sarcasm it was in fact no surprise seeing her there anywhere alcohol could be found she was there too.

She pouts because of his passive behavior and again tries to touch him, but he avoids it. “Don’t be like that. Besides, it was years ago. I don’t even date him anymore. He never treated me as good as you. I’m sorry, it was a mistake,” she lies, trying to use her charm to win him over, but heeseung had better places to be and things to do than be inconvenienced by the likes of her.

He rolled his eyes, already losing his patience. “First of all, there’s only one girl allowed to touch me, so keep your hands to yourself. Second, that sounds like a you problem. I got someone great now. Sorry it didn’t work out with you and that douchebag, but I couldn’t care less what you do. You’ll never have me again 'cause I already belong to someone else,” he declares, walking to the counter, ready to order and go home and see you. Already, today was more than what he could deal with. His stupid job and his even stupider ex showing up unexpectedly just ruined everything. The only upside was that you’d be waiting for him at his apartment.

As usual of his nasty ex, she used the opportunity to ruin his night even more. She smirked, taking a picture of heeseung’s back while he was at the counter ordering she posted it out of spite for the way he just treated her and tagged you, knowing you’d been hanging around him by the occasional stories he’d post of you and your name in his followers list she stalked the both of you on your socials and since she was jealous of him moving on with someone else, she knew if you saw him with a girl, it’d stir up some commotion.

After Heeseung had gotten the food and drinks, he was finally headed to see you. He was gonna text but decided against it since he’d be home soon anyway.

He arrived at his place and searched for his keys, giddily unlocking and opening the door. Seeing you, this is what he needed after a long bullshit day and night.

“Hey!” He greets you with a smile, showing you a bag with what you assumed was food.

“Hi,” you replied with a fake smile that he didn’t quite catch as he took off his shoes.

“I had such a shit day, baby” he plops down next to you after setting the food on the small coffee table in the middle of the room.

“I bet” you replied dryly he was in the action of laying his head on your lap when your phone came into view his eyes widened at the photo obviously shocked by what he was seeing.

“What the fuck” he mutters, reaching for your phone and analyzing the picture, stunned by the lowness of his ex. It’s already bad enough that she touched him without his permission, and now she even took pictures and posted them and tagged you?

If he wasn’t already angry running into her he’d be fuming now this was a new level of pettiness.

“Yeah, that’s what I said” You snatched the phone back from him, upset that he had the nerve to act surprised like he wasn’t the one in that picture and also wasn’t the one who fucking stood you up.

“Y/n, hold o-, “ he calls out to you.

“Don’t you owe me no explanation I was going to leave, but I figure since I'm already here, I might as well do it in person whatever we have going on, I want to end it casually hooking up is one thing, but for you to fuck some random girl and then keep me waiting with the hopes of fucking me next is low heeseung, and I am not gonna sit here and be made to look like a fool” you sat up grabbing your stuff and heeseung did too immediately holding your wrist and holding you still. “Let go,” you resisted, shaking his hand off.

“I don’t owe you an explanation, but I want to give you one. What you saw, that’s bullshit. My ex took that and then posted it. She did it on purpose-“

You cut him off laughing hysterically because he must really think you’re fucking stupid. “Save it, heeseung. I don’t need to hear it. Go be happy with your little bar girls.”

Instead of deescalating the situation, he grew frustrated the day finally catching up to him and all the other shit that transpired today, especially now that he knew the evil shit his ex did that was foul even for her to sabotage him like that, and the worst part is that it fucking worked cause you saw it and now you wouldn’t let him explain.

His brows grew taut as he ran a hand through his hair. “Y/n, just listen to me, ple-“

You sighed, not in the mood to hear any more of his bullshit excuses. If he wanted other girls, he could have them, but you would have no dealings with him anymore. “I’m over it.”

And that was it, his last ounce of self-control out the window just like that. “Oh okay, you’re over it, but when you want to be draped all over guys at the club, that’s okay,” he scoffed, and you turned to look at him, offended by his choice of words and also not expecting him to speak to you like that when he never has before. “A girl takes one picture of me, and it’s a problem. You and I are not even together, so why the fuck does it matter anyway.”

Now, that hurt your feelings more than you’d like to admit, but he was right. You had no say in what he did. “I see you with other girls, too, so what does it matter? It doesn’t, and I never made you wait a whole fucking hour after I texted you. I was coming over to see you, and I sure never fucked a guy before seeing you,” you said angrily.

“I can’t be sure of that. Who knows? You probably did fuck someone before me, and now you’re projecting 'cause I’d never do that shit to you, y/n, and you know that.”

“Oh, and now I’m projecting how sweet,” you fake smiled at him.

“Well, you’re sitting here bitching about how long I made you wait and how I’m seeing other girls. You sure I even have time for you at all? If I had known you’d be this fucking needy, I would have never fucked you, to begin with,” he didn’t even know what he was saying at the time, but the argument took a complete turn, and he let everything get to him the anger from today the jealousy the hurt over the way you were speaking to him and not believing him.

It was all a mess, and the initial conversation was seemingly lost at this point.

The things he was bringing up should have been a calm conversation about his feelings and where your guy's relationship was headed, but instead, this happened, and he couldn’t just stop before he said some fucked up shit.

Your throat dried up at that unable to form an argument back cause now your anger had calmed and the only thing you could feel was regret and sadness.

You couldn’t believe he really felt that way about you.

Just when you thought he might feel the same for you, he says that only further proving that he had no real attachment to you other than using your body for sex and a quick nut.

“Since you’re so thirsty for attention and dick, then why don’t you get the fuck out? Go run off to your friend Sunghoon. I’m sure he’d be happy to provide stop wasting time on me, who’s out apparently fucking other girls.”

The room had gone dead silent tears were welling in your eyes from his words, but you just had to get back at him for all the foul shit he had just said to you. Besides, it didn’t matter. You and him were definitely, without a doubt, done after this. “You’re right. I will go to Sunghoon. He’s more loyal and better in bed than you could ever even dream of fuck you, Lee heeseung” You gave him the finger as you walked out and slammed his door shut.

Fuck.

Heeseung thought this was not the way it was supposed to go.

His hands were shaking from all the anger running through his body and he took it out on the first thing he laid his eyes on.

He grabbed the bag of food he bought specifically for you, slamming it on the ground and stopping it. “Fuck fuck fuck!” He shouted loudly, probably too loud for his apparent complex, but he didn’t give a fuck.

He just lost the one person he cared about he had no fucks to give right now.

Feeling hopeless, he sat back down on the couch after his outburst. Now, the sadness started to settle in as he buried his head in his hands, sniffling softly, his eyes filling with hot tears, showing just how much everything in the day had affected him.

He wanted to chase after you, but after that, what could he even say to redeem himself?

Why did he talk to you like that?

Why wouldn’t you just hear him out?

And more importantly, why weren’t you here right now, sitting next to him on the couch, watching some stupid show you both liked and eating like he planned?

But what does it matter now anyway? Apparently, you like Sunghoon more than him, and the thought makes his heart ache the fact that you were seeing and fucking someone other than him breaking him inside, but he shouldn’t be affected by it cause, after all, you and him were just casual

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kanmom51 · 2 months ago

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Those JM and JK being ‘subtle’ moments - Part 10

cr./to the owners of the media in this post.

Part 10 of maybe (?) more to come that is.

Or...

A page from JM and JK’s book of “How do we do the couple in the group without others noticing it (or so they thought)”.

Been a while eh? I guess I thought it was time for part 10.

At this point I'm not even sure if I'm repeating or not, but let's be honest here for a sec... who cares? Right?

Let's start with a couple of birthday posts. How about JK's for JM's in 2022? And again JK using that bro... yeah ok...

Then we have JM's post for JK's birthday 2023. Are they trying to outdo each other?

Just two bros hanging (keep telling yourselves that, lol).

As much as we've seen and heard since, back in September 2023 this was big, even more so in the context to follow end of 2023.

Not as big as this though:

Nothing as 'subtle' like a couple's gift (and joint congrats love message).

Moving on, or more so moving back, seeing this was back in July 2023.

JM can handle it.

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But then again, can he though?

our drool is showing JM...

Back to what JM can or can't handle... JK posting his back photo

Nothing suspicious about that though. Just a huge ass back and a necklace that JK apparently is not taking off even when working out. Funny how JK posted his bare back photo after JM was given a hard time by the regular haters for posting JK's bare back "without JK's permission" (the level of juvenile to even think that is a thing...).

So why, you may ask, is this finding it's way into this specific post?

Well, because of the post that directly followed JK's post.

Let's call it JM's spicy food post. The one JK so happily replied to as well.

And again, what's the big deal?

Well, there is no big deal, it's just a great intro into the next few Jikook not being so subtle moments.

Those two love it spicy...

And if we are already talking about this whole back and forth while JK was in NY, I guess I should also mention JM's favourite food: JK's Tteokbokki.

Not to mention JM letting us know his whereabouts the night before leaving for Jeju, JK returning from NY (second trip that month) only to cook for JM (Where he stayed the night and where we know JK didn't sleep all night)...

We wouldn't have known about it if JM hadn't told us. Let that sink in for a sec. All while thinking about all those other times they spent their days and/or nights together but didn't tell us about it (us hearing it months later).

Back to my old mantra just for a sec:

NOT SEEING THEM TOGETHER DOESN'T MEAN THEY AREN'T TOGETHER.

A mantra I feel like I won't have to repeat again in Chapter 3 post military service...

Yes, I sidetracked again. But then, what's new? You know me. At this point it's expect the expected, lol.

But...

If I already mentioned AYS, then it's only natural to continue with a few 'ever so 'subtle' moments we were blessed with in the show. Although, it's not the subtlety I'm really going for here...

Ok, I know what I said, but I am actually going to start with a moment that is on the subtle side. Subtle but so full of emotion. A moment that doesn't make you go 😮 but more so 🥹.

The whole train station and train ride is something special. Every single time I watch it I'm just sitting there with a huge ass smile on my face and that moment to culminate it all, when JK just sets his head on JM's shoulder is just such an AWW... moment.

When thinking about it, the entirety of Are you sure?! is one big Jikook being 'subtle' 'moment'. From start to end. Each trip had it's own special feel to it.

Connecticut was about a long needed time away together, all while trying to find a way to do their thing in a way that can be edited into a show, not to mention dealing with both JK and JM being sick.

Jeju being the second trip, the second time around, was easier for them to find that balance for the show, and having the unexpected guest emphasised even more just how different their interactions with each other were than either of them with Tae.

And Sapporo. Oh Sapporo. One last trip before enlistment. Following a private stay together in Tokyo. Same trip JK mentions at the end of episode 8. Sapporo is charged. It's happy and sweet and electric and melancholic and just everything. For all of us to see.

It's easier for me to link my AYS masterlist than trying to detail all the ahh and aww moments we got.

I just re-watched it all, again, and it's just really something else. To those who see them, so beautiful, so real, so raw. To those who haven't seen them yet, who haven't acknowledged what they mean to each other, what they are to each other, very revealing.

I came by this the other day:

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What I would call regular army, anti shipper (has been very loud in the past, especially when it comes to TKK's behavior and delusions). And although she is super careful in not crossing that one line of stating "couple" and tends to go back to "friends" or "brothers" every single time she mentions something that is clearly MORE THAN... it's clear that she sees them. Their bond, their attachment, their love, their touches, their care, their safe space with each other. She is super careful not to say the words, but even so, at the very beginning while saying she's not interested in their romantic lives, and then she says: "all I want is for them to be happy and in whatever shape or form they decide to do that I will be supporting them". - A statement within itself!! Again, this tip toeing around what they truly are to each other (something that I can assure you would not be happening if the two were not 2 young men, but a heterosexual couple), continuously saying the words to describe exactly how special their relationship is, but then having to insert those safe words ("friends", "brothers") to play safe. What I can say is that army are seeing them!! What they tried to avoid for years and years was shoved in their faces, and they are seeing it, the brave ones even willing to admit it. What we saw for years, the way army clearly were ignoring JM and JK's bond (for many reason, first and utmost it being too obviously MORE than just two friends), is proving to be so much harder for them to do with AYS. And I think they are allowing themselves to be louder seeing that it's clear that JM and JK wanted us to see this, wanted to share this with us. Not that they haven't been for years, but it's much harder to avoid a full on 8 episode show showcasing their relationship.

Back to AYS.

As mentioned, there is just too much for me to share in one post. It is funny to me how hard they worked on making the show fit for PG.

But as PG as they tried to make it, there were definitely those moments that not only screamed "these two knock knees" - me trying to be demure today.

Nah, forget it...

They were just being outright GAY. No subtle to be found.

And why not mention some of them, you know, for the fun of it?

I still can't believe they left the bed scene from Connecticut in. As highly edited as it was.

We know they spent much more time in that bed, before JK ate and after JK ate. All either not filmed (JK switching camera on and off) or edited out. But what they left in, yeah, nothing subtle to be found there.

And what about JK telling JM to take his pants and underwear off at the restaurant?

Like what exactly for JK?

Would that be something you would say, even jokingly, to your mate? I don't think so.

JM's bf shot. Very "subtle" indeed.

Next couple of moments are just "what the actual fuck????" the most unsubtle that can be in the whole universe and beyond.

No, I really don't think I'm exaggerating.

I'll start with JK pulling JM's hair in the pool. Like, what the hell for? And in what world is that something friends joke about? Also, in what reality would a friend not only be cool about it, but also not flinch, not even a little, when his "friend" grabs him from the hair like that???? Even in the most playful mood that they might be in. You think Tae would be cool with it? Yeah-Nah!! 🤣🤣 Just visualising that...🤣🤣

I will tell you exactly when someone would be cool with it. When that "friend" is not only someone who you allow to pull your hair like that but also you are used to him pulling your hair like that. I will let you connect the dots from here on...

And what about this, eh?

Just sit there and picture the scene (which we obviously were not allowed to see in the show or the behinds... I wonder if there is footage of it hidden in a vault somewhere...). JM writing that on JK's chest. To be able to write that so clearly, unsmudged, straight lines, not runny...

So, here's the thing. It feels like that these two have taken subtle and chucked it out of the window.

I'm not sure where we are going exactly once they get out of the military, but it feels like we are striding in huge steps towards a new reality. One in which that little game they used to play with deniability, these boundaries they used to stretch and test the waters just how far they can move them and still have Army celebrating their heterosexuality, I feel like that game is over and done with. Idk, it's just a feeling that seems to be getting stronger with each step they have taken since they announced their joint enlistment.

Their joint enlistment, AYS, them showing up in each other's documentaries (however short of an appearance), the two shown together in the BTS documentary, their comments lately about each other, letting us know how close, how connected, how inseparable they are, even when they send congratulations to work associates. The hints. Like JK's eyes on that screen in JM's Who MV. The "Keep going" that is constantly associated with the two. The feeling is that there is something even bigger coming. And it's not only us Jikookers that are feeling it!!!

Idk about you guys, but I am super excited about what's waiting for us around the corner.

I think that part 10 of this series is a good place to end it. I know this one was more yap than anything else, but I guess that's what a final part of a series looks like, especially seeing that we are probably nearing a new reality with those two. An end of an era, so to speak. They are soon coming back to us and I'm feeling like we will have so much more to post about, speak about, subtle and very unsubtle moments. All of those are for a new series (hopefully).

29 days to go.

Less than a month guys!!!

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narcissistshandler · 1 month ago

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corruption w/ Rin Itoshi? Teaching him all he has to know

𝗘𝗙𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦

pairing. rin itoshi x male reader

warnings. teacher x student, power imbalance, corruption kink, praise kink, amab!reader, frottage, coming in pants, slight sub!rin, brief blowjob at the end, perverted and manipulative reader, masculine pronouns used for the reader

a/n. hmmm to corrupt the innocent Rin who only wants to play soccer and nothing else, delicious

He sat at the back of the classroom, in the seat next to the window that gave him the perfect view of the soccer field outside. Rin never cared much about the lessons, he used to pass all the tests without difficulty. Classes were more like background noise, an obligation that he could soon give up in favor of being able to dedicate all his time for soccer.

It shouldn't matter. Even physical education was a waste of time. Playing with the students in his class was like playing with elementary school kids.

And that shouldn't change just because a new teacher comes into the classroom that day. Rin doesn't find you as interesting as the other students, the girls are dazzled by your appearance, the boys thinking you're 'cool'. Rin thought you were ordinary.

But for some reason you seemed to like him. You always liked to ask him if he had any questions, you never failed to notice if he was in class, and the way you said his name, you always seemed to savor the letters — itoshi, you said. Not Rin, Itoshi. Formal, authoritative, always seeming to stand over Rin, even though he was your height.

"Itoshi, can you stay for a bit?" You said one day, stopping him from his attempt to leave the classroom. And only when all the students had left did you continue, looking serious and so focused on him... The attention caused something strange in Rin. He didn't like it. "Itoshi, you always seem distracted during class, is there something wrong?"

You and those eyes of yours trying to decipher me are the problem. Your voice echoing through the room in your readings. The phantom touch that my mind invents when you pass by my desk. Instead, Rin asks, "Is there a problem with my grades?"

Of course not, you tell him what he already knew. His grades were perfect.

That should be the end of the matter, but you ask him to stay again after the next class. (Itoshi, help me organize the room, would you?). And next. (I heard you play soccer, are you good? Maybe I'll watch you sometime). And the next one. (Itoshi, what is this? Is there a problem? "No," he replies, swallowing hard as his skin continues to burn beneath his shirt from the casual touch on his waist to get him out of the way).

You didn't know anything about soccer. Dribbling, corner, bicycle kicks, offside, nothing. Rin laughs, for the first time when you say that you only knew what a goal was. It wasn't funny, but he laughed anyway. He felt like a shy schoolgirl around you.

"Itoshi," you say, taking the stack of tests from his hands, fingers touching. "Teach me about football."

He goes to your place two nights later. You watch a game together, Rin is hyperaware of not being able to shut up. He explains the players' positions, the plays, throws numbers and terms at you and too many things for you to really understand. But you listen, sitting too close, looking at him not at the television.

"Have you ever been on a date before?" You ask, out of the blue.

"No," Rin doesn't even hesitate, without time to think.

"Girlfriends?" Rin shakes his head. "Boyfriends?"

"Never?"

"Never."

"Is that what it is, a date?" He asks, directly.

You shrug. "If you want." As if he had every choice in the matter at hand. But it didn't feel that way. How to refuse someone like you? Brilliant, intelligent, who listened to him chatter without getting irritated, who told him he was brilliant and wonderful. And such a good boy.

Rin didn't know what he wanted, but you did, because as soon as he shuts up and just stares at you, you're kissing him. It's wrong, a part of him knows. This shouldn't be like this. He shouldn't be in his teacher's house, much less kissing him. He shouldn't kiss you back — trying would be the better word.

"You're always so quiet, but I knew you wanted this as soon as I saw you. A boy full of desires, who just wants to be seen and loved, isn't it?" He nods, sighs against your mouth, a little lost as to what exactly to do with his lips. "It's not a war, darling, just a kiss, be gentle, follow what I do."

Rin never understood why people liked to kiss, until now. Your mouth on his leaves him breathless like after running endless miles, lips swollen and wet and stomach twisting with uncertainty and a million feelings.

At the end of the game, Rin is sprawled on your couch, beneath you, school uniform crumpled. Legs spread around you, tense with proximity. He keeps pulling away from the kiss so he can breathe and you laugh at him (for him) each time. "Is this your first kiss, love?" Rin can only nod. He doesn't trust himself to speak. His member throbs between his legs and Rin can only hope you haven't noticed despite how close you are.

Then you rock against him and Rin sighs, cheeks turning red with embarrassment. There was no hiding now, you definitely noticed his erection. He felt small compared to you in every way, inexperienced, a blind walking through a minefield. A boy in the experienced hands of a man.

"Hard just from kissing a little? You're so adorable, makes me want to devour you," there's a smile in your voice and you kiss his Adam's apple. The air is so hot and thick and Rin feels something strange when you palm him over his pants. Like he's going to pee or something. "A virgin, how cute. How lucky I am."

Rin had already masturbated, of course. But it was always like a means to an end, like maintenance, just something to keep his body going, like drinking water or eating. It doesn't look like that with you. It looks like he's going to die.

"Teacher," he murmurs, clinging to your arms, legs wrapping around your hips as you rub and touch him and wring the pleasure out of him. "Sir w-wait- mmh we shouldn't-"

The rational part of Rin's mind knew he should put an end to this, push you away and leave. It wasn't right; if his parents knew about this, what would they say? But the other part of him, the part that had been starved of affection and intimacy for so long, craved more, even if it was wrong.

It felt good, so good. His skin was on fire, his cock throbbing painfully beneath your palm.

He never knew it would feel like this to be touched by another person. It felt like a million electrical circuits were running under his skin and straight to his cock. He felt so sensitive, pushing against the confines of the fabric, balls so tight he knew he was going to cum soon, really fast, too fast.

"I like how eager you are. Always obedient and well-mannered. Always trying so hard to be perfect," you tell him, so experienced in undoing him beneath you with just a little rubbing. It doesn't take much. He turns the inside of his pants into a mess so fast it's embarrassing. He's so wet for you, so hard and he wants to cum so bad-

Rin is nodding, rocking against you, making these little sounds, sighs, moans. He can't hold on any longer...

"You blush so easily when I praise you. Does it turn you on when I call you a good boy?"

"Y-yes..."

"Are you close, baby? Do you want to cum?"

"Ngh s-so b-bad." Rin isn't even sure if he's talking or not anymore, if he's shouting or whispering.

"That's it Itoshi, come for me, pretty boy, cum in your pants like the obedient little thing you are." You keep talking dirty words to him. You tell him how beautiful he is, how you want to hear him more, how lovely his dick is. Rin cums just like that, so easy for you.

"Itoshi," you say as you rub him through his orgasm, "you're so beautiful like this, I never want to let you go, I'll ruin you for anyone else."

Itoshi, you say, as you drop him off at his door later, I'll see you tomorrow in class, sleep well.

Itoshi, you know you can ask me to stop at any time, right? I'm not going to get mad, I just want you to feel good.

Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know, you say as he kneels at your feet, anxious and tense as he stares at your groin with his big green eyes. Open your mouth, dear. Here we go. That's it, suck my dick. Ahh yes, good boy, like that, without rushing. See? You learn so fast, makes me proud of you.

Rin, you say. Rin. You were born for this. A natural little slut. I knew I chose right, you'll be even more wonderful when I'm done with you.

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namism · 6 months ago

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Hi! Can I request a Zoro x reader who's mihawks daughter, I think it would be a funny scenario bc he would have to get his approval first lol

with wine, zoro | roronoa zoro

➳ categories: canonverse, female reader

➳ word count: 1.9k

➳ summary: Who knew that the mysterious Dracule Mihawk had a daughter? Zoro certainly didn't, but now that he's fallen head over heels for her, he supposes he has to do something quickly.

➳ notes: i adore this request! this is by far the one fic of mine that i would proudly reread without cringing because it's funny 😭

➳ cross-posted on ao3

"Psst!"

Zoro looks to his left. Slowly, Perona floats past him with her stuffed animal Kumashi in one hand, the other holding her parasol.

"Where were you last night?" she asks.

Zoro ignores her and goes back to whatever he was working on.

"Were you outside again?" Persistent as ever, Perona floats in front of him and blocks his line of sight. "You must have visited that girl from the tower!"

"How do you know her?" Zoro snaps. Perona smiles to herself smugly.

"A-ha! I knew it! You and that girl are together, aren't you? You disappear so often, I can't believe I hadn't caught on until yesterday!"

Zoro grumbles under his breath. Walking past her, he asks Perona what she's bothering him for, to which she replies with her uniquely annoying laugh, one that Zoro has heard too many times over the course of the eight months they've been together on Kuraigana Island. Her Hollows fly around her as she bursts into a fit, bearing an expression of mockery on their translucent faces.

"Just bothering you," she answers. Zoro picks up the weights he was lifting moments ago and proceeds to ignore her again, but she continues to pester him. "What is she to you? A friend? A girlfriend?"

Zoro huffs in annoyance. "Why do you bother?"

"Because this island is boooring!"

"Find something to work on," he suggests.

It's Perona's turn to show her annoyance. Hovering over Zoro, she extends her arms and spreads out her fingers toward him.

"Negative Ho—!"

"She's a friend!" Zoro yells in panic. Perona stops her Hollow attack with a flick of a finger. "She's... special... can you get those stupid ghosts away from my face?"

"Wow. You aren't as unemotional as I thought." Blinking rapidly, Perona's hands fall to her waist. Zoro always seemed withdrawn like Mihawk, so she never pictured him as the type of guy to hold any romantic feelings for anyone.

A light blush coats Zoro's cheeks. He looks away shyly but composes himself apace. He can't be vulnerable in front of Perona��she would tease him for ages.

Perona has different plans, though. She would tease him if it were about anything else, but she's smack dab in the middle of nowhere, and her boredom convinces her to be more considerate than pesky. Besides, she's been annoying toward Zoro enough. It's time to compensate.

Using her powers, she conjures a Special Hollow and orders it to pick the swordsman in its mouth. Zoro drops his sword and flails his arms around helplessly. With a manic laugh, Perona flies to the castle with the Hollow trailing after her.

"Let's get you a girlfriend!"

Zoro didn't know what to expect when Perona dragged him back to Mihawk's shady castle, but the events that transpired were definitely not in his top 5 guesses.

Perona held him at gunpoint—just her Negative Hollows, really—and told him to list all the things he likes about you. When that didn't work because Zoro was too flustered to speak, she concocted the perfect plan that is guaranteed to win your heart over, should he execute it properly.

Right now, Zoro stands in front of you with his hands crossed over his chest. It's the morning of the plan's execution, but facing you brings him back to the first time he stepped foot in your dwelling.

Ever since he and Perona were teleported to Kuraigana Island eight months ago, he found himself exploring (or rather, getting lost around) the island that apparently housed Dracule Mihawk's residence. He lives in the abandoned castle of the now fallen Muggy Kingdom that stands in the middle of the dense forests, just a few kilometers away from a lone tower nestled in between the trees.

When Zoro explored (got lost) too far, he scouted the tower and found you there, sleeping peacefully. You shot up from your bed in panic and used your swords to attack, but Zoro had backed you into a corner. Afraid, you begged him for your life and proved your innocence.

Zoro had no business with a random girl he met on a random Tuesday, who was stuck in a random tower on a random island he was magicked into. Yet you eventually charmed him with your abilities, earning his trust and respect to a degree close to acquaintances. As time went by, you started getting flirtatious that crossed the line of "just friends," leading Zoro to feel a mutual fondness for you that he couldn't quite communicate.

That leads him to his current predicament. As he waits for your reply to his quiet confession, he prepares himself for what's to come.

"It doesn't take one to figure out that I'm fond of you, too," you tell him with a soft smile. "However, you have to ask someone first."

Zoro isn't surprised by your reciprocity, but he's surprised by the latter. Whose consent does he have to ask for?

"Who is it?"

"My father."

Zoro furrows his brows.

"You live alone."

"Well, yes! I live alone in the tower."

Suddenly, the front door of your home is kicked open. You turn on your heel to greet the visitor, while Zoro watches intently.

Mihawk appears at the doorway.

"Good morning, love. Sorry for my entrance. Are you in the middle of something?"

You run over to the man and help him with the bags of groceries in his arms. Hauling them over to the kitchen counter, you invite him inside the building.

"We were, but it's just Zoro. No big deal."

Mihawk looks at the swordsman, one eyebrow raising in curiosity at his presence.

Meanwhile, Zoro tries to understand what's happening. The fact that you know Mihawk isn't shocking since you've lived on the island your whole life, but being called 'love'? Zoro doesn't mean to be possessive, but he has a problem with that.

"I guess my student has become acquainted with my daughter," says Mihawk nonchalantly before helping you unpack your groceries.

At that moment, Zoro wishes to be eaten alive by the island mandrills.

What. The. Fuck. He thinks. Daughter?!

"Daughter?!" he repeats aloud.

"Mm-hmm! I don't live in the castle. This tower is far better than that ominous place." You hum to yourself. Looking at Mihawk, you grin sheepishly. "Sorry, Father."

"Doesn't matter. Your absence gave the ghost girl a room to her liking."

Nearby, Zoro hears a faint gasp.

Clasping your hands together, you approach Zoro slowly. You look at him with sincerity in your eyes, a look that has Zoro going crazy.

"Well, my father is here. Would you like to ask him now?"

But the admission of your relationship to Mihawk, his master, is far crazier. Zoro doesn't have the time to be wooed in by your cuteness because he feels like an idiot for not having caught on to this fact much earlier.

Your swordsmanship, your demeanor, your aptitude for many other things—Zoro understands it now. There is no questioning your abilities when you had genetically inherited them from someone. You're Mihawk's daughter, and you had always been.

"Is something the matter?" you ask softly.

Zoro loses the color on his face. He feels dizzy.

Floating right outside the tower's open window, Perona makes a face of surprise as she eavesdrops on the conversation.

"Shoot," she cusses quietly before flying away.

"I can't remember the last time I've witnessed anything more devastating than falling for your master's daughter," Perona ponders aloud, causing Zoro to glare at her as he nearly hyperventilates. "Calm down! We can do something about it!"

Zoro grits his teeth at Perona's poor attempt to cheer him up. Coming from the ghost girl who knows nothing but to attack people with her depressive powers, her optimism is anything but helpful.

"You said you spied on her a few times in the past. Did you not know this?!" Zoro shouts.

"Well, I'm sorry I didn't intrude enough!" Perona yells back. "You didn't even bother asking your girlfriend what her full name was! Ugh, you tire me out—you're unbelievable!"

After Perona fled the scene, Zoro followed in horror. He looked too disturbed that you offered to escort him back to the castle so that he could take a deep breath and process the situation. However, Zoro excused himself and instead ran down the spiral steps of your tower, disappearing into the forest that led him back to the castle.

Having reunited with Perona in her bedroom (that was apparently yours before she teleported to the island), Zoro admits that she has the right to insult him. Zoro never asked for your family name, and you never told him about it either. He thought you were an orphan since you had always lived alone, and it wasn't rare for people in the Grand Line to be secretive of their family.

Still, he feels like an idiot. Despite looking different from your father (you must have taken after your mother in appearance), you're incredibly trained with a sword, and you have a familiar aura around you. Zoro should have connected the dots together and theorized that you're Mihawk's daughter, but it's too late for that now.

He isn't mad by all means, but he curses the old man for not even telling him. He's been living under his roof for the past eight months, for goodness' sake!

Perona floats in front of him, twirling her hair.

"What are you going to do now?" she asks.

Zoro doesn't respond. He's clueless.

"Me either," she says. She flies around the room, thinking to herself. "Well, only a coward would accept defeat in courting a woman. Get back there and ask for her father's blessing!"

Zoro clenches his fists, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.

"Help me with something."

Many hours later, Mihawk comes back from his day visit at your tower. Tired from today's events, he decides to lock himself in his bedroom and take some time reading the newspaper over a glass of wine. To his dismay, he seems to have run out.

Thus, he immerses himself in the newspaper, wine-less, thinking it's good to cut down on the liquor for a while. In the middle of it, a knock sounds on his door, followed by a soft clink of glass. Mihawk waits for a minute to pass before standing up from his seat and peeking out the door to investigate the sound.

Whoever had knocked is now long gone. Instead, there sits by his foot a bottle of unopened wine and a piece of parchment. Mihawk collects the items and retreats to his bedroom.

He opens the bottle and pours himself a drink. Then, he settles back in his armchair and finishes the newspaper before picking up the parchment.

"A letter," he says to himself. He reads.

Thank you for taking me under your wing.

I'm sorry for running out earlier. I like her, and I stand by that.

Have this for now.

With wine, Zoro

Mihawk drops the letter on his lap and takes another sip. He laughs to himself.

The next day, he calls Zoro to his room as he reads the daily newspaper with careful sips of the gifted wine. As Zoro speaks, having swallowed his pride another time in front of the man, Mihawk leans back into his chair, seemingly pleased.

With wine or not, he was going to give his permission anyway.

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itsmarsss · 1 year ago

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stupid. [Peter Maximoff x Reader] (X-Men)

[~from the vault~]

Friends kiss all the time, right? Right?

Word count: 2,062

Warnings: none i don't think i even use the word fuck here like who even was i this is just fluff

[. . .]

“Okay, truth or dare?” Jubilee asked Peter, an unmistakably mischievous look on her face.

It was funny, actually, to think that a group of mutant teenagers with unimaginable powers would be spending their weekend doing such mundane things, such as throwing a party and playing truth or dare like a bunch of seventh graders, but the truth is that none of you ever really had the chance to have that before, most always too weird to be with the normal kids.

So, truth or dare on a saturday night in the middle of the woods it was.

And of course you knew how this was going to go. You didn’t even have to be his best friend to know what he would pick without a hint of hesitation.

“You know it,” Peter replied with a signature smirk.

Scott let out a groan. “There’s not even anything for you to do anymore!”

“There’s still plenty of stuff for me to do!” Peter defended himself, a hand over his chest feigning offense.

“No, he’s right! You never pick truth!” Warren joined Scott in complaining.

“Because I’m not boring! You guys are just laaaame.”

“I don’t know, lick that tree over there or something,” Jubilee murmured, uninterested.

“What? That’s all you got? Come on, you can do better! Dare me to run to Hawaii or something!”

“How would we know you actually went to Hawaii?” Kurt asked, and Peter tilted his head to the side, realizing what he said made sense.

“Just pick truth already!” Jean exclaimed, clearly annoyed at the amount of time his turn was taking.

Peter put his arms up in surrender. “Okay, fine! But it’s gonna be lame.”

Jubilee quickly seemed to gain her excitement again, smiling as she thought of what to ask, snapping her fingers as she finally landed upon a question. “Okay! Have you and Y/N kissed before?”

He seemed to be taken by surprise, shifting in his seat, and you felt your own cheeks burning, hoping the lack of light would hide it. Of course she would want to ask something like that.

“C’mon. Something not so lame. What are we, 12?”

“Answer the question!” Scott egged him on, and Peter looked at you, silently asking you what to do. You didn’t even say anything, but you assumed he noticed how flustered you were, as he decided to spare you and lie.

“No. Happy?”

You thought they would let it go, but got confused when everyone other than you and Peter turned to Jean, who, after a moment, spoke up. “He’s lying,” she affirmed.

And then it was chaos.

“Oh my God! When?”

“I knew it!”

“Holy shit how was it?”

“Stop reading my mind, witch!” Peter yelled. You knew him. Usually he’d be pretty proud to talk about how he 'got with the girl' or whatever. But Peter also knew you, and you both knew that you had specifically agreed to not talk about this. So he tried to change the subject. “Okay, okay, that’s not how this works. You have your answer, now spin the bottle again.”

“But-”

“Those are the rules, Scotty.”

Annoyed, Scott reached out to spin the bottle again, and Peter winked at you. You smiled at him in return, thanking him silently. You were smart enough to know they would bug you about it later but at least you were fine for now, with enough time to come up with some bullshit excuse before you got bombarded with questions.

“Y/n it’s your turn.”

Well, maybe not so much time.

You were taken out of your thoughts by Jean’s words, averting your eyes to the bottle in front of you. Fair enough, it landed on you. Such luck.

“Truth or dare?” Scott asked you, unable to hide a grin.

“Come on, Scott.”

“You gotta choose!”

“Truth?”

“Tell us how that kiss happened.”

“Dare.”

“I… dare you to tell us how the kiss happened.”

“That’s not fair-”

“Those are the rules,” Warren intervened, repeating what Peter had said earlier, and you shot him a death glare.

“You know I could kill you right?”

“You like me too much,” he smiled, and you sighed. You considered leaving the game, but you knew they would just annoy you until you talked.

“Fine. It was nothing, okay? We were on a mission and we had to improvise, that’s it.”

Scott’s eyebrows were furrowed together. “Wait it was for a mission?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed.

“But then it doesn’t count!”

Warren chimed in again. “What? Yes it counts-”

You looked over at Peter while all your friends debated the validity of your kiss , but he looked confused. “What?” You mouthed to him.

“That wasn’t our first kiss,” he blurted out, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world, very clearly not thinking before he spoke. Everybody else went quiet.

Warren was the first one to break the silence. “First kiss? Wait, how many times have you kissed?”

“No- it was-” Peter tried to save himself, but it was way too late. Now they wouldn’t leave you alone.

“You have to tell us!” Kurt exclaimed, and you almost felt mad at him. Almost.

Peter cleared his throat. “It was uh- when we were kids? Cause I told you I’d never kissed anyone?”

“Oh but if the mission one doesn’t count then that doesn’t count either. We were like ten!”

“What, were you not a person at ten years old?”

“Come on our real first kiss was that night at the movies wasn’t it? With the… the werewolf movie.”

“No cause that was after the one at the diner.”

“No it wasn’t! It was that one, then the time in your basement, then the diner.”

“But it doesn’t make-” Peter stopped and looked around.

“What?” You did the same, only to see your friends look like they’d seen a ghost. They were all wide-eyed, either looking at you and Peter or at each other, trying to process the conversation the two of you were having. Okay, so maybe you got a little carried away accidentally.

“Uh-”

And then chaos again.

“You’ve kissed how many times now?”

“Are you sure you’re not together?”

“We’ve been trying to get you together for months! Months! And you tell me this?”

“But we-” you started, but what were you really gonna say? You were the one to talk too much.

Peter stood up. “We… are leaving.” He held his hand up for you to take, and you did so, standing up too. In no time you were in his room at the school, and things were awkward.

You sat down on his bed while he sat down on the chair by his desk, both in silence for a while, neither sure what to say. It was pretty common for you to do that, ignore this kind of thing. As you’d just talked about, you’d had those kinds of moments quite a few times before, but you always ended up unspokenly agreeing to not talk about it after. But it seemed that this time there was no choice.

“Um so.”

He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. “Yeah.”

“I uh. I didn’t realize uh. How many times we’ve- you know.”

“Yeah.” He was fidgeting with his fingers, looking at his hands instead of at you. You were kind of thankful for it.

“You think they’ll be too annoying about it?”

“Have you met them?”

You laughed. “Yeah. Maybe we should have just not played the game.”

“I’m sorry. Or whatever.”

“For what?”

“For bringing it up. It just… came out, you know how I speak without thinking-”

“It’s fine. We’ve kissed a few times, so what?”

“Yeah. Right. It’s what friends do! Right?” He finally looked at you.

“Yes! Platonic friends kiss sometimes. It’s normal.”

“Yeah! Totally. Totally.”

There was silence after that. One that indicated how incredibly not normal it all was.

“Can I ask you something?” Peter blurted out, out of the blue.

“Okay.”

“Did you… like… kissing me?”

“What?”

"Huh?" He pretended he hadn’t said anything, immediately regretting saying it.

Silence again.

You thought for a moment. “Yeah.”

“What?”

“I liked it. Did you not?”

“I don’t- I-” He stood up in superspeed, but stayed within distance from you. “Yeah. A- a lot.”

“Does that- I mean that’s still like. Normal right?”

“Yeah I mean who- it’s kissing right? Why would- why wouldn’t we like that?”

“Right. Right. Yeah, of course.”

“Would it be that bad?”

“What do you mean?”

“If we were like- you know- not… friends.”

You quirked an eyebrow, and his eyes widened. “Not like that! I mean if we were like, more.”

“Like… if we dated.” It was a statement, but a question too. Were you getting this right?

“Wuh- Yeah. I guess.”

You had no idea what was going on now. After a long time of getting teased by your friends to no end about the blurry lines of your friendship with Peter, you learned to scold yourself when you caught your thoughts drifting to that. After all, you couldn’t- it would just ruin your friendship, and you didn’t want to lose your best friend.

But now here he was, right in front of you, asking you if it would be so bad if you dated.

…would it?

“Why?”

“You didn’t answer the question.”

“I just wanna know why you’re asking!”

“Well cause maybe I’d like it if we were dating!”

“Yeah sure,” you let out a laugh.

“I’m.. not joking.”

You went quiet.

“I know I’m not serious about… well anything I guess,” he let out a small laugh, “but I’m being like 100%, totally for real with you right now.”

“So you have… feelings for me. That’s what you’re saying.”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re not joking.”

“No! Why would I joke about that?”

“We joke about that all the time!”

“Not right now!”

“You know I’m 100% kicking your ass if you are, right?”

“I… am pretty aware.”

“Okay.”

He looked at you expectantly, but you didn’t even know what to think about this situation, let alone what to say.

“Okay? So?” Of course, this was still your Peter, extremely nosey and incredibly impatient.

You took a good look at him. Did you like him the same way he apparently liked you?

Peter was annoying. He was loud and a lot of times way too much, and he always ended up getting you into embarrassing situations. If you ever got in trouble, it was pretty safe to say it was probably his fault. He was stubborn and cocky and annoyingly good at making things play out his way.

But he was your best friend. And he was wearing his stupid silver jacket that matched his stupid silver hair and a stupid graphic shirt with a stupid bear that wore sunglasses on it and the stupid Star Wars pin that you gave him for his stupid fourteenth birthday. He was so utterly and completely stupid, and it was stupid to think this could work.

And maybe you were stupid too, because it seemed that you liked him, a stupid amount.

“Okay, don’t get too cocky, now.”

He kept staring at you, expecting your next words.

“I like you too.”

“As in... more than a friend?”

“No I’m actually friendzoning you.”

Finally he opened a grin, relaxing as he caught on to your teasing tone. Now that looked more like him. “Are you? That’s good. I was actually gonna tell you I changed my mind.”

“You did?”

He walked towards you, in a normal speed for once. “Yeah. I think we should stay friends.”

You nodded. “Yeah me too.”

“Friends kiss, right?”

“Platonically.”

“Yeah, platonically.”

You laughed at how ridiculous that excuse sounded now. “We’re so stupid.”

Hee shook his head. “I don’t know what youre talking about.”

You didn’t have time to keep the joke going, as he finally pulled you closer and leaned in.

You’d kissed a good amount of times before, but this time was different. It wasn’t impulsive, and you weren’t going to regret it after. You wouldn’t have to pretend it didn’t happen when it was over, and you really, really liked the thought of that.

But, of course, you did live with your really, really nosey friends, who you hadn’t noticed had been standing by the door.

“You guys are so confusing!”

Okay, it would be really stupid to think you would ever be able to live this one down.

[. . .]

A/N: treating you guys to these cute little oneshots today past mars was such a cutie i was gonna say i miss her but i dont really

#x-men #the x-men #peter maximoff #peter maximoff imagine #peter maximoff x reader #peter maximoff x you #x-men imagine #x-men x reader #x men #x men comics #x men movies #x men x reader #x men imagine #mars writes

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irritatedirishfrog · 2 months ago

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"𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐗, 𝐈𝐈"

— 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘳

CONTENT: how some more of the wind breaker boys would react if you told them that you wanted to get pregnant.

[A PART TWO OF, ] -> "𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑, 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐗" Something I wasn't sure I would continue or not, but now am. So thanks for the support!

✓ requested by @tsunderelover07

✓ warning, poorly written work

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ SUGISHITA looked at you like you had completely lost your ever-loving mind. A what? Excuse him—pardon his stubbornly slow brain—but did you just ask if the two of you could make a baby? Like that was a normal thing to say? Like that wasn’t one of the most important, life-changing decisions a person could make? It was responsibility. And way too much of it.

“… You don’t have to answer right away, just think about it.” you mumbled, nervously fiddling with your fingers in that cute little way you always did when you were worried about how he might respond.

His girlfriend was insane.

And it wasn’t like you asked in a calm setting. No, you just blurted it out in the air, making him snap his head around like an owl—eye twitching erratically. And now, you were just moving on like you hadn’t dropped a grenade on his entire existence. You were just blissfully unaware of how that sentence affected him.

He figured that was kind of on him. He had a habit of barely talking, and nine times out of ten, you just got him without needing words. That was one of the many ways you were smart. Too smart, maybe. Smart enough that something as irrational as wanting a baby somehow made sense coming from you.

Funny, he had always assumed he’d be the one to catch baby fever first.

"Kyotaro, you're zoning out." You sighed, waving your hand in front of his face. He always had a bit of a dazed look, but you could still tell when he was listening—and when he wasn’t. He grunted in response, scratching the back of his neck, still stuck on the earlier topic. What could’ve possibly made you think about having a baby?

"I said I just realized I’ve lied to you about something," you continued. "How do you want me to tell you?"

Now he was doubly lost. Somehow, this conversation had evolved while he was still stuck on the baby conversation—you know, the one where you practically offered to spend your entire life with him like a fool. Another grunt, this one paired with a raised eyebrow—the kind that said, Are you serious right now? Though as much as he pretended not to care, he was listening.

“I realized that sometimes, when I say I need a hug... It’s really just because I think you need one.” You hesitated, your voice going a little softer.

Sugishita stared at you, deadpan. His expression read as mildly annoyed, but you could never quite tell emotions off of his face. It was mostly just how he replied to you. He wondered if you had any idea how warm that made him feel—how those words melted something in him. Like he might fall in love with you all over again, just because you said something that disgustingly sweet.

His girlfriend was definitely a keeper.

"...So I should probably just say that instead of lying," you added. "Anyway, I was gonna make some sushi. What do you want in yours? I was thinking maybe—"

"I want a baby too."

"...Eh?"

"Eh?"

Now you weren’t even sure you were having the same conversation anymore. And for the first time since you’d started dating him, he looked nervous. Blushing, even. The last time you remembered him reacting like that was when he first asked you to be his girlfriend. He must’ve thought this was serious enough to actually use his voice now.

Oh… Right. You did mention wanting a baby. But you didn’t think he’d respond so quickly. You expected maybe a nod, maybe a small 'yes' or 'no' by the end of the week—definitely not an answer right then and there... He wanted a baby?

“… Hold on, really?”

“No,” he muttered quickly, turning his face around. He couldn’t look at you—not with his face was practically neon red, not after letting that slip so easily.

It had just… Come out. He hadn’t even meant to say it. Maybe his subconscious did, but he honestly had no idea why he’d responded like that. Did he really want a baby? He wasn’t sure. Normally, he’d say no. He never thought of himself as someone who could be a dad. There were a dozen other people who’d be better picks—half his classmates, at least.

“You’re cruel.”

He turned around at the sound of your voice—just in time for a hand towel to smack him straight in the face, blocking his sight. By the time he pulled it off, you were already halfway down the hall, trying to escape.

Damn it. What was wrong with him?

Sugishita was quick to follow, grabbing your wrist. You smacked his chest with your free hand—not hard, but just enough to let him know you were pissed. The guilt hit him instantly. He didn’t mean to say no. He didn’t even know what he meant. He was just confused—about how to feel, let alone how to respond.

“You could’ve just said that you didn’t want a baby, you didn’t have to mock me,” you huffed, teary eyed as you tried to push him away. He ignored your hand pulled you closer to him anyway—because when he didn’t know what to say, his instinct was to hold you.

You were probably on your period, not that he was going to mention that though.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, hugging you a little too gently, too sincerely, like he was trying to tell you everything he couldn’t put into words. “I don’t… I didn't mean to be cruel.”

You hesitated. You wanted to push him away, still riding the wave of frustration, but you knew how this went. He wouldn’t let go until you hugged him back. He needed to feel that you still wanted him close, even when you were mad.

You let out another huff, this time lighter, and patted his shoulder with one hand while the other reached around the back of his neck. He didn’t loosen his hold—in fact, he pulled you closer, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. His back bent awkwardly as he tried to curl himself around you like a blanket.

“I think that’s a harsh word, though.”

“…What is?”

“Cruel. I don’t think I’m really cruel. I just… Have a hard time talking.”

“I know,” you sighed, closing your eyes and hugging him tighter. “I’m sorry for getting mad.”

“I… Um—” Sugishita stuttered. Not out of nerves, but more like he was still figuring out how to speak.

“… I don’t know if I want a baby right now.”

“That’s okay. That’s why I said to think about it.” You smiled, pressing a soft kiss behind his ear. He shuddered, but didn’t let go. Instead, he squeezed you again—hard enough that you started to wheeze.

“Okay—okay! I can't breathe!” you gasped, pushing at him until he eased up. He always forgot how strong he was, the guy didn’t know his own strength.

“But I want you to be happy,” he said quietly.

And the way he said it wasn’t forced, it wasn’t performative. He sounded almost upset by his own uncertainty, like his answer was disappointing him, too.

The thing was… He didn’t know if he could be a good dad. He could barely take care of you when you first started dating. Back then, all he knew was how to fight. Literally. That and he didn't remember too much of his own dad, he'd need some sort of guidance... Right?

“I am happy. I’m so happy with you,” you whispered, cupping his face and kissing the space between his brows. “It was just a thought… I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I wanted to let it out.”

His girlfriend was too good. Too precious.

“…I think… That I might want one,” Sugishita mumbled, eyes dropping to the floor. “But I don’t think I’d be a good dad. Not yet.”

“I probably won’t be the best mom either. But I want to be,” you replied. “And I think if we work together, we could be pretty good parents.”

“…So you don’t mind if we wait, then?” he asked, lips pouty.

“No. Maybe I should’ve explained myself better. I just wanted to let you know I wanted one, I’m okay with waiting.”

Sugishita pulled you into another hug—this one gentler than the last, but just as full of warmth. He might not say it often, but he loved you more than he could ever really express.

“Love you,” you said with a grin, kissing him again. Then, with a mischievous little smirk, you squeezed him as tightly as you could, trying to return the favor. Of course, he barely flinched. But he smiled—a real one, small but there.

“Love you too.”

You were kind. You were patient. And with you, he felt like he could just be. No expectations. No pressure. Just him. Every time you told him how lucky you were to have him, he wanted to correct you. Because in his mind, he was the one who got lucky. Fate, miracle, coincidence—he didn’t care what it was that brought you together. He was just grateful you stayed.

He was so in love with you.

…Fuck it.

“Let’s get married.”

“…Eh?”

“Eh?”

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ HIRAGI had started looking at you like you'd smacked him in the face—then proceeded to take three stomach pills at once, risking overdose. It was hard, having your girlfriend basically tell you she wanted you to get her pregnant without actually saying it. It was strange. And honestly, how did you expect that to work, given their situation? You were both still in school. Not only was it irresponsible, but it would be wildly inconvenient. Especially in an economy like this.

Then again, that didn’t mean you weren’t absolutely adorable when you begged. No, not at all, He'd just had to stay strong... But every time you asked, it was getting a little harder to resist.

Today might just be the breaking point.

Probably not though.

See, Hiragi had made peace with a lot of things since starting and continuously attending Furin high. Working on homework at 2 a.m. that literally no one else in the school did? Fine. Getting offered curry from people who he knew damn well didn't know how to cook it? Whatever. The slow, creeping suspicion that he might be flunking science soon and Mrs. Sato would be on his ass for it? Already expected.

But this? This was something else entirely.

You might as well have asked him to marry you, or at least, that would have been the only other thing you could say that'd stress him out more than this.

“Toma! Please!?” You whined beside him, voice sickeningly-sweet like you were trying to rot his brain through his ears. You shook his shoulder again—for what felt like the fourth time this week—and he could already feel the dread bubbling in his stomach.

He didn’t need to ask what it was about... But did it have to be this topic again? And right now while he's trying to eat?

Despite his dislike for the time you chose to bring this up, he didn’t flinch this time. He just stared dead ahead, blank-eyed with an almost dull look, like he was trying to get his heart to disconnect from his body.

He can bet that if he didn’t move, the higher beings in charge of adolescence would smite him where he sat and save him from this hormonal minefield of a conversation. Maybe they’d open a portal to another reality where you weren’t absurdly obsessed with the idea of becoming teenage parents.

Maybe in that universe, you'd be a normal girlfriend, one who still liked cats and bubble tea but didn’t casually drop life-altering hypotheticals during lunch. Then maybe he could finish his udon in peace and you could find something else to do.

“I was just thinking,” you started sweetly— way too sweetly. “It’d have your eyes, you know? Big and moody, it'd probably have your little pointy nose too. Hopefully not your stomach issues though, i'd feel bad for the baby if it did.”

Your voice practically dripped with a fake innocence. That tone—that tone was dangerous, the kind of tone that had consequences. It should have been illegal for you to speak to him with that kind of voice.

He could almost feel his soul attempt to crawl out of his body.

“I’m seventeen. You're seventeen.” he said flatly, still not turning to look at you in fear of possibly laughing at your face. “I can’t even drive legally in half of the country.”

“But imagine—tiny sock and cute clothes. I bet I could find the sweetest little bear-themed ones when it gets cold outside. Oh! And if it's a girl I can get pretty bows to wrap around her head!”

“You sound the same right now as when you and I were building Lego mansions and shit last week. that's already a warning in and of itself, we aren't mature enough for a baby.” He groaned.

It was almost like he was pleading from God for help.

This was just his life now, wasn't it?

“Well, technically, it'd be like that.” You grinned. "The baby would just be much louder and squishier."

Now he turned, slow as death, his expression one of exhausted disbelief. He couldn't handle you, someone just kill him right now.

“A child isn't a fucking Lego set, you don't take the damn thing apart and put it back together and it doesn't come with a set of instructions! And plus, do you even hear yourself? Do you genuinely hear the words you’re saying right now?”

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t be the worst thing ever, and it'd be funner.” You shrugged, batting your eyelashes in the way you knew made his brain short-circuit.

“No, you're right. The worst thing ever would be my Mrs. Sato finding out I got my girlfriend pregnant while I still can’t pass pre-calc and then getting arrested for attempting to murder me,” he snapped, rubbing his temples. “Do you want me to die? Be honest, because I've been having a hard time recently believing that you actually love me.”

“Only a little, and you don't even live with Mrs. Sato anymore, that's an unusable excuse.”

He dropped his head onto the dining table with a heavy thud, pushing his udon bowl a few feet away to the side. “My stomachs hurting again.”

"Aw, come on baby." You chuckled, giving him a kiss on the side of his head. "I'm only asking because I love you, and it'd be fun to be parents. Don't you think? I'm sure you'd be an absolutely lovely dad. Lively too."

He looked at you, finally looked at you, because really—what other choice did he have? You were giving him that look. Eyes wide. Smiling like mischief itself. He swore your cuteness was a government-level biological weapon.

And the worst part? It was working.

Little by little, you were wearing him down. He might as well have been a prisoner at this point.

“... You do realize,” he said slowly, pinching the bridge of his nose like he was holding in a sneeze, “that if I actually said yes to this, I might spontaneously combust from stress and end up dying in a hospital bed before we even get to pick out a crib?”

“Then I’ll collect your ashes after your funeral and raise the baby in your honor. We’ll keep your urn on a manly mantle along with your stomach pills and I’ll teach the baby to wave at it every morning”

"Oh my God, I have a fiend for a girlfriend. And you don't even have any sort of shame about it." He groaned staring at you in horror. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

You leaned even closer, voice dropping to a playful purr.

“Love you too, daddy.”

He dramatically gagged out loud, and you nearly doubled over laughing.

Eventually, you gave up, resulting in him sinking further into the dining table like he was trying to hide away from you and become one with it. You simply tucked yourself into his side like a content cat. And thankfully for him, you didn’t push the subject anymore that day, at least, for now. Not while he was chewing on yet another stomach pill like it was his only lifeline.

Still.

There was always next week.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ TSUGEURA hadn’t even registered your offhand comment about wanting a baby as something serious at first. He blinked at you, silent for a good two seconds, before letting out a laugh like you’d just made a joke. But once the realization hit—once he really got the hint—he froze up and went quiet. You could see the gears turning behind his eyes, unsure of how to respond or if he even should respond at all.

To be fair, though, you weren’t the one who started this whole thing.

It had been one random night, the two of you curled up together when he shoved his phone in your face, showing you a TikTok of some chubby baby giggling over something dumb you’ve already forgotten. He’d laughed and said, “Our baby would be even cuter,” all casual like it wasn’t the most emotionally loaded thing he’d ever said to you.

So really, you blame him for opening that door.

“But… How would we even take care of it though?” he asked now, breaking the silence as he leaned against the wall next to your dressing table. He toyed with a Rubik’s Cube absentmindedly, spinning it with twitchy fingers, his expression caught somewhere between genuine concern and mild panic. “We’re still kids, and your grandma might try and beat me with a broomstick.”

“Don't worry about her, but I don’t really know,” you admitted as you were applying mascara. “I’m assuming the first one would be the hardest, seeing as we don’t exactly have experience.”

His hands froze mid-twist.

“First?” he echoed, practically choking on the word. He turned to stare at you, wide-eyed. “You mean... There would be more?”

“Well, yeah. Duh.” You held up a single finger, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “At least one more. That way the first one won’t be lonely, and they'll need similar names, but not too close that their annoyed by it when they get older.”

Tsugeura just stared at you as you finished doing your makeup, eyes darting around different parts of your face like he was doing mental calculus on how to escape this conversation alive. The Rubik’s Cube made a soft click as he slowly twisted it one last time, then lowered it into your lap like it had become radioactive.

“What?” You raise an eyebrow, tilting your head.

He squinted at you suspiciously, arms crossing like he was dealing with an international negotiator instead of his girlfriend. At this point, were you even planning to go out shopping tonight with your girlfriends? Or were you just saying that only to get food by yourself at the mall?

“You’ve thought this through way too much. How long have you been planning this? The whole sibling dynamic, the names, the timing—is this a trap?”

“You’re the one who showed me the baby TikTok and said ours would be cuter. That’s like signing a contract, basically.” You snorted.

“I knew that TikTok app was freaking cursed, I need to get that thing off of my phone immediately. It takes up way too much of my time anyway” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face dramatically. "I'd totally like a baby, but like, in five years when we're married and have our own house, not right now."

You sat back, arms behind you for support, still watching him. “Chill. It’s not like I’m saying ‘let’s have a baby tomorrow,’ calm down.”

“Yeah, but you would, if I said yes right now.”

You didn’t even blink. “I mean, probably.”

"... It all makes sense now." he huffed.

"What'd you mean?"

"I had this really strange dream last week that you tampered with your birth control so you'd get pregnant."

"..."

"... Well, did you?"

You decided to tease him, just a little, even though you didn't.

"... Maybe?"

"... Wow." Tsugeura clutched his chest like you’d physically wounded him. “Nope. That’s it. We’re done. I’m breaking up with you—temporarily. As of this moment, we are not dating. I need distance. I need time to think. I need legal counsel.”

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled.

“Yeah,” he said, striding dramatically toward the bed. “I’ll reconsider next year maybe, if you play your cards right. But for now, I need to preserve my youth. I’m sixteen, I still don’t know how taxes work.”

You didn’t chase after him as he laid sprawled out dramatically on the bed like his soul was leaving his body—you just watched him with that same smirk that always made him feel like you knew something he didn’t. That was the worst part. You probably did.

He plopped down on the bed, about ready to hide away from you with the covers before you spoke again.

“Fine,” you said with a shrug, flopping back on the bed with your arms spread wide. “Guess I’ll be single until next year then. Tragic.”

“Extremely,” he muttered.

You glanced over. “So, just to clarify—this breakup includes all boyfriend responsibilities, right? No late-night phone calls? No forehead kisses? No helping me open jars?”

His head whipped around. “Wait, hang on, I didn’t say all boyfriend responsibilities—”

“Ah, so you do want to co-parent the jar with me. Interesting.”

“Stop weaponizing jars! And no! I just like your forehead kisses.”

You grinned, turning to the side to look at him more closely. He still hadn’t moved from the bed, like his brain was buffering. But you saw the way his shoulders relaxed a little, like the panic had passed and now he was just pretending to suffer for dramatic effect.

“I know we’re not ready,” you said after a pause, voice a little softer now. “I was mostly joking. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe seventy percent joking.”

His mouth quirked into a tired smile as he turned to face you again. “That’s… Still like, thirty percent terrifying.”

You patted the spot beside you. “Come here, temporary ex-boyfriend.”

He hesitated, then sat up and crossed the room in a few steps, plopping down beside you like gravity had finally won. You leaned into him immediately, your arm hooking around his like it belonged there—which, in your mind, it did.

“I don’t actually want a baby right now,” you added, tilting your head against his shoulder. “I just like the idea of being a parent with you, if we ever do end up wanting kids.”

His breath caught a little—not enough for you to notice unless you were really paying attention. Which, of course, you were.

“Yeah…” he said after a long beat. “I guess if I ever do something that nerve-wracking… I’d want it to be with you, too.”

You blinked. “Wow. That was almost romantic.”

He groaned and buried his face in his hands. “I take it back. We’re broken up again.”

You laughed, and this time, he didn’t even try to leave.

“You know this means I’m upping the baby count to three now, right?”

“That’s not how negotiations work!” He gasped, horrified.

“Sure it is. You bailed on the deal you started, so I'm adding interest.”

Tsugeura groaned and leaned his head against the back of his chair, his brain silently praying for strength. “God, give me patience… And maybe a vasectomy.”

“You’ll change your mind.” You grinned, absolutely unbothered.

And the thing was… he might. Maybe not now or tomorrow.

But... Probably sometime next year. On your birthday maybe? Yeah, that would be a pretty romantic time to revisit this, Right?

"Maybe, but I won't let you know when I do." he scoffed.

"Yes you will." You simply replied, standing up from your dressing table to grab your purse.

"... Yeah, I will."

━━━━━━━━━━ ʙᴏɴᴜꜱ ʙᴏʏꜱ! ━━━━ KIRYU was intrigued—intrigued indeed. You definitely had a way with words, and he knew damn well that this would be yet another way to piss his father off. Not that he always wanted that outcome, but it was just... Funnier to annoy him that way. And besides, you were always there for him, always ready to help him or make him feel better. So really, who was he to oppose what you wanted?

Then again, he really did need to think about the consequences, didn’t he? After all, the two of you weren't even officially 'girlfriend and boyfriend', you were just messing around with each other, and he really had no idea how to be a dad either. Did you even truly want to be a mom? Or was it just something subconscious, something you hadn’t fully thought through? He wasn’t even sure if starting a family with him was something you genuinely wanted—or just something you said in the moment.

Your fingers moved gently through his hair, smoothing it out with care and focus. Though you weren't really doing much with it—just braiding a few places here and there before undoing them, or putting clips in and taking them out.

Kiryu was completely comfortable under your touch, but that didn't distract you from the overwhelming quietness in the room. It was almost silent—unusually so—and you didn’t need to look at him to know his mind was chewing something over. You could practically feel the weight of it pressing off him in waves.

“You’re quiet,” you said softly, letting a bit of a teasing tone into your voice as you reached the back of his head. “That’s usually my job.”

He let out a low grunt, barely audible—not in an annoyed kind of way, but more like he had just been caught.

“Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You. That thing you said earlier.” He shrugged, absentmindedly messing with his phone settings.

You hummed as you worked a stubborn strand into place. “The thing where I said I’d give you a kid, or the part where I said sometimes your friend Nirei reminds me of a sock puppet?”

“The first one.” He snorted, and the sound made your chest warm.

You paused for a moment, fingers stalling at the back of his head. Was he really taking the time to think about it? Or was he just pulling your leg? It wasn’t like you hadn’t expected that to stick in his brain, but still… Hearing him bring it up made your stomach flutter.

“Do you want me to take it back?” you asked carefully, brushing a few strands behind his ear.

“I didn’t say that,” he replied, turning his head to look at you. His hair escaped your grasp, and your eyes were now stuck staring at it. Silence settled between you—warm and a little heavy. Then your hands moved again toward his hair, slower this time.

“I wasn’t joking, you know. I mean, maybe not right now, but someday... I think I’d want a baby.”

Kiryu swallowed hard, unsure of what to say—unsure if anything he could say would measure up to the weight of that kind of trust. He wasn’t sure if he was ready, but something about the way your hands kept moving, patient and calm, made him feel like he might agree if you asked him again. He'd want to figure it out quick, otherwise you might find another guy that'd give in.

Despite that, he didn’t say anything for a while, and you didn’t push. That was the rhythm you both understood—he’d come around to words when they made sense to him, not a second before. Still, you could see his hands fidgeting with his phone, not really doing anything with it, just tapping the edges, adjusting the brightness for the third time, flipping the screen orientation even though auto-rotate was off.

You smiled faintly to yourself.

“You’re not obligated, you know,” you said quietly, still focused on smoothing out his hair, brushing it down with a reverence he probably didn’t think he deserved. “Just because I said something doesn’t mean I expect you to actually say yes, or—y'know, start thinking of baby names.”

He snorted again, this time a little louder, and you saw the corner of his mouth twitch up.

“I’m serious,” you added, more gently. “I said it because it was true in that moment. I wasn't trying to tease you or be mean.”

Kiryu finally set the phone aside and leaned back into your touch, head tilting just enough to meet your gaze without saying too much. He looked tired—but not the kind of tired that sleep could fix. The kind that lived behind the eyes. The kind you’d been learning to see.

“I didn’t think you were being mean,” he said after a beat. “I just… I’ve never thought of myself like that. As someone who could have my own family. I'm already part of one, even if it's not the ideal one.”

Your fingers paused, just long enough to lace a small braid near his temple and let it fall again.

“In a way, you are part of another family,” you spoke. “My mom and my grandma both like you a lot, even though they aren't too fond of your pink hair and piercings.”

His jaw clenched, not out of anger—more like he was trying to stop something from cracking open inside him. His next words were low, half-mumbled.

“Sometimes I think I wouldn’t be good at it. That I’d screw it up. Be like my old man, or worse.”

“You won’t,” you said without hesitation. Not because you were blindly optimistic, but because you’d seen him—really seen him. How he protected people, how he thought too hard about things, how he tried even when he didn’t know how.

He didn’t answer right away, and that was fine. You weren’t trying to get a declaration out of him. Just honesty.

“Would it be weird,” he finally continued, “if I said I’ve been thinking about names? Just... in case.”

You blinked, then laughed softly, brushing your fingertips against his scalp. “Depends. Are we talking badass names like Raiden and Takeshi the protagonist, or...?”

He gave you a dry look. “If I have a child with you, I’m not naming it 'the protagonist'.”

“Okay, but what if it fits?”

"You watch too many weird shows." Kiryu rolled his eyes but didn’t hide the tiny smile tugging at his lips.

"Yep, cause they remind me of you." You teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

Kiryu leaned back a little more, enough that his head nearly rested in your lap. You didn’t mind. In fact, you welcomed it, letting your hands fall from his hair to rest gently on his shoulders. The warmth of him there, so close and still, made you ache in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The silence wasn’t heavy anymore. It just was just there, almost calming.

Then he said, “Hypothetically speaking, If we did have a baby, and it was a girl... Can we name her after my sister?”

You perked up slightly, watching him with a curious tilt of your head. “Your sister? Do you think she'd like that?”

He nodded once. “I think so.”

“... Sure,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. "She does have a very nice name."

He looked like he was about to say more, then hesitated, his jaw working slightly. You didn’t press. Eventually, he'd say what he wanted to.

Kiryu's eyes flicking down toward your hands. He picked one up—rough and calloused fingers brushing yours—and held it like it might vanish. It wasn’t romantic, not in the conventional sense. But it was... comforting, a show of care on his part.

“You think it'd look like me?”

“Yeah, I hope it’s got your ridiculous pink hair and terrible fashion sense.” You smiled at him.

He made a noise halfway between a scoff and a laugh.

“You love my fashion.”

“I tolerate your fashion.”

“You’re wearing my hoodie.”

You glanced down at yourself, then shrugged with mock indifference. “That’s just because it smells like you.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And that’s not romantic?”

“Nope. Totally practical.”

Kiryu smiled then—really smiled—and something in you eased.

"Can we at least start dating before we think about having a baby?"

"... Yeah... I'd like that Mitsuki."

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ TOGAME had known for a while—quietly, secretly—that you wanted a baby. You’d never said it outright, just dropped a few soft hints here and there. And he hadn’t brought it up either, not because he didn’t care, but because he didn’t want to make you feel awkward or rush you into something you weren’t ready to voice.

So he waited. Patiently. Waiting was second nature to him, after all. He figured when you were ready, you'd say it. And when you did, he’d agree—no hesitation. That much, he already knew. Honestly, you probably should’ve known it too.

But damn, you took forever to say it. Longer than it took him to walk to a vending machine and grab a drink. And in his defense, he wasn’t that slow—no matter what you said.

At the moment, he was lounging in his seat at the Shishitoren headquarters, idly watching the stage as a few guys shuffled boxes around and cleaned up. Not the most riveting sight, but there was something oddly calming about the movement. He could’ve been doing something more productive, sure, but he didn’t feel like it.

Then came a light tap on his shoulder.

“Jo? Baby?”

He didn’t look back right away, but the voice was familiar. A slow smile pulled at his lips as he lifted a finger and pointed ahead. You caught the signal quickly, circling around to the row he was sitting in.

“...Hi,” you said, smiling.

Still, Togame didn’t speak—just gestured to the seat beside him. You rolled your eyes, but sat down anyway, the leather cushion creaking faintly beneath you.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. The background noise of crates being dragged and orders being barked barely registered in your little bubble of stillness.

Togame glanced sideways. You were deep in thought—too deep. He tilted his head slightly, watching for a moment longer before leaning back and crossing his arms.

“You’re doing that thing again,” he said, voice low and amused.

You blinked. “What thing?”

“The one where your mouth’s closed, but your brain’s loud.”

You laughed quietly, your shoulders relaxing just a little. Okay, maybe he had a point.

“…Can I ask you something?” you said after a pause, your voice small, hesitant.

His eyes flicked over to you again, expression unreadable except for the slight lift of his brow.

“You can ask me anything, pretty thing. Always,” he said, more serious now.

You nodded, fingers twisting nervously in your lap—just like they had when you first admitted your feelings for him. Which was ridiculous, considering all you’d been through together. He’d seen you at your worst, yet somehow… this felt scarier than anything else.

“I’ve been thinking,” you began slowly. “Like… if you wanted to, maybe… I’d want a family. With you... Like, a baby. W-would you want that?”

Togame didn’t move right away. Not out of shock or hesitation—more like he was taking a slow, full breath inside his head. Letting it settle.

Then he leaned forward slightly, his gaze soft as it met yours.

“Took you long enough,” he murmured, lips curling into a crooked grin.

This guy. Of course he already knew.

"... Took me long enough?" you almost gasped, pointing at yourself. In turn, you earned an even softer smile as he lightly pinched your cheek.

"... How long have you known?"

"Uh, since... Two months ago I think, when you were giggling at that baby at the restaurant."

You flusteredly chuckled. “I was trying to do it right.”

“And I was trying not to scare you off,” he said. “Guess we’re both idiots.”

“Guess so.” You laughed again, even though you couldn’t picture Togame as an idiot—he was too calculated for that, always deliberate, even if he took his sweet time.

A comfortable silence followed, and then he reached out, covering your hand with his. His touch was warm, steady. He didn’t offer any grand words—just gave your fingers a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s do it, then,” he said. “I’d love a baby with you.”

Your breath hitched at his words, your heart doing something warm and fluttery in your chest. You hadn’t expected it to feel like this—so simple. So right. Like all that time you'd spent worrying about how to say it properly didn’t matter in the end. Because Togame already knew. And, of course, he’d just been waiting on you.

You squeezed his hand back, your fingers threading between his.

"...You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, right?" you asked, half-joking, half not. You didn’t doubt him—not really—but this was something you needed to be sure about. Something too big for even a sliver of uncertainty.

He turned his head fully this time, eyes meeting yours without a single flicker of hesitation.

“I don’t say things I don’t mean,” he said simply. “Not to you.”

You nodded slowly, letting that settle in your chest. It helped, how calm he was—how steady. You, on the other hand, felt like your brain was short-circuiting with every possible version of your future crashing into each other at once.

But his presence had a way of grounding you. Always had.

“… So, like,” you began cautiously, “Do we just… start trying? Is there a… plan? Or do people just wing it and hope for the best?”

Togame raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“I don't know,” he said. “Never done this before. But if it involves more of you climbing into my lap, I think I’ll manage.”

You smacked his arm lightly, biting back a grin. “You’re the worst.”

“And yet you want to have my kid,” he replied, deadpan. “So who's really the problem here?”

“Don’t make me regret this.” You groaned, leaning your head against his shoulder.

He chuckled, his chin resting briefly against the top of your head. “Too late.”

The two of you sat like that for a while, the noise of the hideout continuing on without you. Someone cursed in the distance. Something metal clanged. But it all felt far away—like background noise to a life that was about to shift into something bigger, something deeper.

Eventually, Togame spoke again, quieter this time.

“We’ll figure it out,” he said. “Doesn’t have to be perfect. We’ll just… do it together.”

You looked up at him, heart feeling a little too full. “Okay.”

And just like that, it wasn’t a maybe anymore. It was real.

The idea of a family, with him... Felt perfect to you.

"Can I be the godfather?"

You slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a scream. Togame nearly jumped out of his seat. Both your heads whipped around to the voice behind you—only to find a wide-eyed, grinning intruder grinning from one row back.

Choji Tomiyama.

Leader of the Shishitoren gang. Togame’s best friend. Certified menace. Also a stealth ninja.

You might just die from secondhand embarrassment.

"What did I tell you about sneaking up on us like that?" Togame groaned, yanking off his sunglasses and flinging them at Choji’s head.

Choji caught them one-handed, like a show-off. “Sorry, forgot. So, is it a secret? Or can I be, like, the uncle?”

"You," you started, pointing at him with deadly precision, even as a reluctant smile tugged at your lips, "can be the family friend. Like you already are."

"But that’s so boring," he whined. “I wanna give the baby a bunch of gifts!”

"So you can spoil our future kid rotten? Absolutely not." You huffed.

"Plus, you are practically a baby yourself," Togame added dryly. "You might as well be our practice child."

“Pfft. Whatever. I’d make a great godfather,” Choji scoffed, now wearing Togame’s sunglasses on his forehead like a crown. “Me and a baby would totally vibe. I’d be the perfect babysitter. Teach the little one how to box.”

"If anyone’s teaching my child how to fight, it’s me," Togame deadpanned.

“Aw, no fair!” Choji whined, kicking his feet like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You leaned toward Togame, lowering your voice. “…How does your friend run this gang again?”

“Beats me,” he said with a shrug. “And I should know, I’m his emergency contact.”

You were still recovering from that answer when Togame leaned over and kissed your forehead.

And then—

“If I can’t be the godfather,” Choji suddenly declared, finger pointed dramatically at you, “I’m telling everyone that you two are trying for a baby.”

Your face twisted on instinct, a mix of dread and mortification hitting you all at once. Choji, of course, fed off that reaction like it was his favorite snack. His grin turned predatory—but in that obnoxious, mischievous older-brother kind of way.

Thank God you had Togame. At this point, he was basically your human shield.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Togame said, standing up with finality, exuding just enough threat to wipe the grin off even Choji’s face. “And give me those damn sunglasses back.”

Choji pouted as he peeled the shades off his forehead and tossed them back.

“Party pooper.”

Togame caught them without looking. “Professional buzzkill,” he teased. “It’s a full-time job, you're lucky she hasn't asked me to beat your ass.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, some of the tension melting from your shoulders. It was chaos—warm, familiar chaos—even with Choji’s nonsense.

Oh well, you guess Choji could be the godfather.

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Regina George X Reader

Warnings: none

"You, yeah you, come over here" Regina called from across the hall. Cady looking around unsure before slowly walking towards her. "Why don't I know you?".

"I'm new, I just moved here from Kenya" cady responds happily.

"Shut up, shut up" Regina replies

"I didn't say anything" Cady says with a confused smile causing Regina to giggle before slowly looking off somewhere behind Cady. "You're really pretty"

Surprised Cady happily responds "thanks".

"So you agree, you think you're really pretty?" Regina says turning her attention back towards Regina.

Gretchen joins in saying "You're an international student,that is so fetch!".

"What is fetch?" Regina says slowly turning to gretchen with a slightly judgemental look on her face.

Gretchen hurriedly justifies "it's like slang from an old movie. Juno I think".

Karen joins the conversation saying "Have you ever touched a tiger?".

"No,those aren't indigenous to Kenya" cady replies seemingly happy to be talking about Kenya.

"Cause that's one of my life goals. To not touch a tiger" Karen slowly responds.

"Hey new girl!" Jason cuts In "wanna see a trick? I can guess any girls bra size, just jump one time".

They all turn to him with varies looks of surprise and disgust except for Karen who happily says "ooo do me do me!" While Gretchen calls out "ew Jason!".

Before he can respond Regina cuts in harshly "Oh my god Jason, you do not come to my party with gretchen then skeeze on the new girl right in front of me. Do you wanna have sex with him?"

"Oh, no thank you." Cady says after a small moment, taken aback by Regina's blunt response.

Regina gives her a small smile before turning back to Jason with a harsher gaze "Then it's settled, no body thinks you're funny and that thing you do where you lower your voice is making people really sad." She then turns out to the rest of the hall which had seemingly been watching the whole interaction. "Excuse me anyone who wants Jason Weems to go back to his normal voice raise your hand"

Suddenly everyone in the hall puts up their hand, some nonchalant and some excited to be included in something related to the infamous plastics.

"Bitch"

"Wow, you're really going to get noticed around here. We should help you" Regina says with a small smile. "Can you give us some privacy for a second?" she asks.

Cady turns around towards Janis and Damien who are mouthing to her "we have your food" her attention is drawn back to the plastics as she hears some of their whispers.

"Shes nice, I'm sure she wouldn't tell anyone"

"People won't question it as much"

"Just ask her"

Cady doesn't know what they mean but she doesn't want to intrude so she returns her attention back up to the rest of the room. She sees a girl quickly looking up in her direction before returning to her phone typing something. Cady then hears Regina say "Okay so we don't normally do this but,you're invited to sit with us for the rest of the week".

"Oh no I'm fine,it's ok" she starts to say, wanting to go back to Janis and Damien.

"On Wednesdays we wear pink!" Karen happily says leaving no room for her to disagree.

~~~~

"Yeah he's almost too gay to function" Cady says giggling slightly before realising saying that might not have been the best idea. Before she can take it back Gretchen says "sounds like someone else we know". Karen laughs as Regina giggles with a light blush on her face.

After a short while Cady asks "do you write about everyone in here?".

"Not everyone. Just people who get on our nerves, it's a good way to get out feelings without anyone being hurt" Regina explains.

"And we would never write about friends in it! Because friends are completely deserving of our respect and confidentiality. I mean you would never tell anyone anything we told you, would you?" Gretchen adds on.

Cady nods "of course, you can tell me anything!".

"Good because some secrets are secrets for a reason, otherwise someone could get hurt." Regina states a sudden seriousness to her tone.

After looking up confused for awhile Karen suddenly turns to Gretchen and says "we have secrets?".

Shaking her head Gretchen reasons "of course! You know the fact that Regina-"

"It doesn't matter she'll find out soon enough anyway. For now why don't you give Cady the shoes." Regina cuts her off, turning the conversation into something else.

"The shoes? Oh yeah! Come on Cady." Gretchen says before leading Cady Into the closet.

Karen and Regina start to talk for awhile until the doorbell rings and Regina excitedly runs to get it.

"Hi baby" Regina says as she pulls Y/N Immediately into a hug who mumbles a small "I missed you" Into Regina's chest.

"I missed you too" she responds as she pulls back placing a small kiss on the top of Y/N's head before grabbing her hand and leading her upstairs to see the others.

"Y/N hi!" Karen exclaims seemingly shocked to see her as the couple enter Regina's room.

"Hiya" Y/N responds as she sits at the top of the bed right next to Regina. "Where's Gretchen?" She asks realising the girl was no where to be seen and neither was the new girl.

"I'm here! I was just giving Cady some shoes and having a bit of a chat with her" Gretchen responds as she walks out of the closet with Cady trailing slightly behind her looking a bit awkward.

"Oh I didn't know you had another friend. Im Cady, nice to meet you." Cady said thinking back to Damien and Janis' run down of the plastics and not remembering them saying anything else about a fourth plastic.

"I've heard quite a bit about you, I'm Y/N" the girl says with a smile.

"My girlfriend" Regina adds on as she puts a possessive arm around Y/Ns shoulders who happily leans into her touch.

Cady looks a but shocked before smiling and saying "Oh I didn't know you were dating anyone. Why weren't you at lunch?"

"People in northshore aren't exactly the most accepting with, well anything really. Especially when it comes to the most beautiful popular girl in school dating a loner theatre kid." Y/N says a bit sadly.

"But that's ridiculous, what does that matter to other people" Cady says quite annoyed. She doesn't understand why people can't just mind their own business.

"Everything here is perfectly set out, there's a clear hierarchy and rules on who can do what and if you make one wrong move you immediately fall down. You're lucky Cady, you're new so no one knows who you are, you could be anything, you could be at the top or bottom of the hierarchy. Luckily you have us to help you get to the top"

After a moment of contemplation Cady decides to ask "why did you decide to let me sit with you? I mean I don't exactly scream popular, I didn't even know schools had this kind of hierarchy.".

"Well exactly that, you seemed lost and we wanted to help. Besides it'll help with our plan" Regina responds like it's nothing.

"You're plan?" Cady asks confused.

"To help Y/N sit with us of course!" Gretchen answers "if we were to bring a loser into our group now everyone would question it but if we wait awhile then it won't be too weird because we already would've invited you.".

"Do not call my girlfriend a loser!" Regina yells.

Pulling Regina back towards her Y/N speaks softly to her "Hey hey baby she didn't mean it like that. She's just trying to say that that's what people think and I'm fine with that." Regina grumbles a small sorry to Gretchen before leaning back into the embrace of her girlfriend.

Watching the sweet interactions between the two Cady couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous of the two,she wished Aaron would look at her the way Regina looked at Y/N. But it also made her question, what would she tell Janis? She had promised her new friend she would tell her everything the plastics had said but she had also sworn confidentiality to Regina, what would she do?

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A/N:

I finally finished writing the first part of this fic, it's nor the longest chapter but there should be more:)

I hope everyone enjoyed it. This is my first time writing a fanfic so if it's not the best I apologise.

Thank you so much for reading!💜

#Regina George x Reader #regina george x fem reader #Reneé Rapp x Reader #Regina George #Reneé Rapp #mean girls musical #mean girls 2024 #mean girls #it's a blessing and it's a curse #my writing

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xotication · 2 years ago

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hear me out okay..

kaneki loves to leave marks. whether it’s hickeys, bruises, literal bite marks.. you’ve had your fair share of it all. you can’t even complain either, because it doesn’t change anything. poor ken just thinks they look really pretty on you nd he can’t help it :(

sometimes it’s kind of embarrassing how many hickeys he’ll leave on your neck.. you hate having to cover them all the time so at some point you just give up & he’s ecstatic about it. you could be doing your makeup at your lil vanity, nd he’ll come up behind you just to lift your chin nd admire the love bites in the mirror. he’s sosososososo fucken proud of em too.

one time he took a video & posted it on YOUR insta story.. you knew he had your password but you didn’t think he’d do that. what’s funny is that you didn’t even realize until people were replying to your story going crazy.

“wtf??”

“are you dating a vampire??”

“did it hurt..”

“what’s wrong with you..?”

all types of things were being said. kaneki didn’t care though, & he didn’t necessarily understand why you did either. in his eyes it just let people know you were his nd his only.

the bruises he’d give you would be on your hips or thighs from gripping them too hard during sex. he tells you he’s sorry nd that he feels super bad afterwards but he’ll never admit that a big little part of him enjoys hurting you like that.. he doesn’t know what you’d think so he keeps it to himself.

he’ll always make sure to give you an ice pack wrapped in a towel so that it helps the bruises go away but if you say you’re fine without it, he doesn’t pry.. he’ll even ask if he can take pictures but you never really wondered why. you’re just a good s/o so you let him!!

oh nd don’t even get me started on you leaving marks on him.

he LOVES IT. he genuinely thinks it’s so cute nd he leaves them on display if & when the chance is given. he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. even if he goes to work, he couldn’t give less of a fuck if they’re “unprofessional” you try & tryyyy to tell him that he won’t die if he covers them up.. but he begs to differ.

“how will other people know i’m taken if they’re covered?”

“well, you could tell them.. if they ask you anything”

“too much work.”

kaneki’s using any excuse that he can. nd idk if you’ve ever seen those pics of the girls making lil hearts on their bf’s chest out of hickeys but kaneki BEGS you to do it for him. nd when you do he doesn’t wear a shirt for days.. “i should get this tatted” LMAOO ND HE’S SOSOSO SERIOUS.

his obsession with you nd everything you do is absolutely insane. it’s to the point where he’s literally told you he doesn’t even like looking at other girls/boys. like seeing them in public or at work is an ick for him. you leave him wondering why they even exist.

if his friends ask about the marks or tease him about them, he doesn’t let it slide at all. like omg.. this man is all like “mkay & when’s the last time you got play..? ohhh okay” HE’S SO SASSY FOR WHAATT. like baby sit down. it’s just a jokey joke.

n e wayz. he’s all for the love marks. you guys could be 40 nd he’ll still be laying them across your skin.

we love a crazily obsessive man!! ^-^

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jeremiahhawkinsfanfics · 26 days ago

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JAYCE & VIKTOR TALK ABOUT THEIR LOVE LIFE ❤️🤔🥰

And Jayce learn some new czech words! 😉 This scene takes place during Jayce’s BIPOCALYPSE 🔥😂😈

Extract from Loving is Caring Chapter 8 - Twisted Mind

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“Vik, I was wondering. What’s the word for “partner” in your language?”

“Parťák,” Viktor answered flatly, still watching the quiet city.

“Oh! Partak. That’s… easy to remember.”

A chuckle escaped Viktor’s lips - soft, endearing. It always happened when Jayce asked about a new word. Maybe Viktor found his accent funny.

“Parťák.” He said again more slowly, making Jayce repeat it again and again until it rolled the right way on his tongue.

“Is it specific?” Jayce asked candidly. “Or is it like “partners”? Like it can be used for colleagues, friends, or lovers?”

“What the fuck is wrong with my brain?! What was that question?”

Viktor turned to him a little too fast. One eyebrow arched in clear surprise. The analytic gaze returned, now tinged with intrigue – similar to when the result of an experiment contradicts his previous conclusions.

“There are distinct words for that. For a romantic partner, you’d say lásko.”

“Lasko.” Jayce repeated carefully. He liked how it felt — smooth, warm, tender. He imagined Viktor saying it to him and felt his face heat up. “That’s a beautiful word.”

“It is.” Viktor agreed. “You can also say miláčku, but I personally prefer lásko.”

Something moved in Jayce’s brain – a very familiar and dangerous feeling. Curiosity.

“Have you ever had a… a lasko?” Jayce asked, carefully looking away, all too scared to give away his most private thoughts.

Viktor’s eyes wouldn’t leave him.

“No” he answered with a tone much more casual than his gaze. “I had a few lovers. More for… scientific curiosity, if I can put it that way. But I never had a significant other – a lásko. Not yet.”

Jayce felt his caution wrestling with his curiosity. It was a brutal, uneven match. And caution wasn’t winning this round.

“And… would you like to?” Jayce risked, still stubbornly looking outside, knowing all too well what kind of bare emotions were dancing in his eyes right now.

“Of course” Viktor smiled. “As long as it’s with the right person, love seems like a fascinating thing to experience. Don’t you think?”

Jayce’s blush deepened, and he pretended to look at something down in the street to hide it.

“Yeah… yeah. Love is… really something fascinating.”

“I trust your word on that.” Viktor said, looking back to the city. “I imagine you’ve had plenty of lásky.”

“Not that many… I mean, I had a few girlfriends before, and I've loved each of them. But I hope one day I would meet the one true love, like my parents did. They really had a beautiful story” Jayce smiled, starting to relax.

“Interesting,” Viktor replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Jayce shifted awkwardly.

“What about you?” he asked, trying to sound casual. “You said you didn’t have a lásko, but… have you ever had a crush? Been in love before?”

An odd chuckle passed Viktor’s lips – one that sounded a bit ironic – as they curled into a quiet and endeared smile.

“… I have.”

His voice was just a whisper – like a secret, quietly placed in Jayce’s hands, precious and fragile.

Jayce turned to him. There was something new in Viktor’s expression. Something vulnerable, tender, and loving.

“How was he like?” Jayce asked, now burning with curiosity.

Tall? Strong? Handsome? Brilliant? Everything all together? What could Viktor’s secret love be like?

Viktor let another chuckle pass his lips.

“… Kind.”

His eyes were infinitely more eloquent than his words – filled with more love Jayce could have ever imagined seeing in those pearls of brightness and intelligence. Long lashes dropped modestly as if hiding something too raw to be fully seen.

And suddenly, without warning, Jayce’s heart ached.

That look… That smile… That affection in Viktor’s eyes… Jayce realized he wanted them for himself. He wanted to be the one Viktor would think of like that.

But if Viktor had never had a lásko… that meant this affection, this love, had never been returned.

Someone had wasted it – someone who hadn’t been smart enough to accept it, to cherish it.

Had this man rejected Viktor? Had Viktor been through a heartbreak because of him? Or had Viktor simply never dared to tell him – like this man made him feel like he was not enough?

Jayce imagined Viktor alone in bed, tasting nothing but loneliness and longing, instead of being covered with all the love and affection he deserved. Could it even be that… this man ever made Viktor cry?

A burning wave of protectiveness flooded Jayce’s chest, running stronger at each beating of his heart.

Viktor deserved better. So much better.

Viktor deserved to be kissed good morning every day, to be brought sweet milk to bed, to be cuddled before going to sleep, to be spooned to stay warm through the night, to be told every hour how beautiful, and smart, and funny he was, to be listened to when he had another brilliant idea or when he had a bad day. Viktor deserved a man who would gift him that book he couldn’t find anywhere for his birthday, who would make him feel everyday how wonderful, and brilliant, and loved he was.

Jayce heart skipped a beat.

“Now that… that really feels like love. And really not like friendship.”

He felt them again: the wires crossing, short-circuiting his mind. Like love and friendship had been both battling in his mind for weeks – and right now love had placed a powerful blow. The whole blueprint of his relationship with Viktor shifted again – an unsolved equation just getting even more complex.

Before chaos could fully overpower him, a grounding hand settled on Jayce’s shoulder.

“We should get back to work now, parťák”

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devilishchaos · 2 years ago

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Wildin', on a boat on an island | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: M (18+); smut, fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Y/N and Rúben go on vacation..again.

Warnings: Explicit smut, explicit talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected vaginal penetration (don't do it!!! stay safe!), hair grabbing, use of pet names "baby", "babe", "princesa"

AN: manifesting this photos energy <3 enjoy x

Word Count: 5 871 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Your eyes narrowed slightly as you analyzed the shirtless brunette standing in front of you, your arms were crossed firmly across your chest. His eyebrows were raised as he awaited your answer, his back pressed against the kitchen island.

“You are suggesting we don’t sleep together for the vacation..why?” you questioned, waiting for a decent explanation.

“Because..my parents room is literally 30 centimeters from ours.” he explained quickly as he shrugged his shoulders with ease “AND I didn’t say that we can’t sleep in the same room! Just no funny business while in it..”

For more context, Rúben had asked you to accompany him on a little trip, on this beautiful boat on his family vacation. And has decided that now - an hour till you guys go on the boat - is the perfect time to let you know he didn’t want to have sex with you.

“It’s not like that has stopped you before?!?” you questioned him, with some suspicion still.

“Babe..in the house is different. It’s a big house. Practically no one can hear us.” he answered with obviousness, it was a simple but logical answer “Listen, I’m going to go upstairs to bring your luggage down and put it in the car, while you cool off a bit, yeah?”

You already knew it was probably one of the worst ideas he'd ever had and considering it's impulsive, spontaneous Rúben we're talking about..it was indeed terrible.

"No." you replied simply, with no further explanation or motives as to why.

Rúben looked actually taken aback by your answer, not being used to getting a ‘no’, not even from you. Though, he knew the only reason you'd said ‘no’ was to contradict him, and you, having no apparent reason to refuse, was an open invitation for Rúben to keep insisting.

“Come on, it'll only be three days out.” Rúben insisted, using the nicest voice he could “Out there in the nice sea, with perfect weather, with food, drinks and a nice AC system... yeah? Plus - the boat has a double jacuzzi! Yeah?” he questioned you with a raised eyebrow, and at that, you shut your mouth.

“I-”

“Uh huh, exactly.”

“I can live without it!”

“Oh, come on Y/N..” Rúben sighed heavily, closing his eyes for a few seconds, as if recharging his patience before adding “I'll give you whatever you want, whatever it is, I'll get it for you..after those three days. The only condition is - no sex on the boat."

That really got you thinking.

“I can’t believe you. You sound really confident in yourself right now! Why do you think it is going to be me that is going to initiate something with you first? But you’re lucky that I love João, Bernardete and Ivan and would love to spend time with them. Have a great day Mr. Dias.” and with that you went inside the house to get your luggage because you are an independent young lady, who is not going to let things play out like her boyfriend wants to.

In no time at all, the five of you were out. Rúben told you it would take a couple of hours to reach the perfect spot and if everything went well the fun on the boat could start in the early hours of the next day.

It didn't seem like a bad plan, so you saw no reason to complain, it seemed fair. And if it wasn't so many days together you could easily ignore him.

Rúben had kept his word about the ship's commodities, there were all kinds of snacks, drinks, and he had brought other kinds of substances. It was actually very comfortable and a part of you was glad you'd accepted to join them. But you still weren’t able to relax knowing your man didn’t wanna sleep with you.

To say you were pissed at him was an understatement, but you were at that point of anger where you didn't even bother to show it, you immediately resorted to ignoring Rúben, which was very hard to do considering the fact that he was walking basically naked around you, only wearing his stupid short shorts that you wanted to rip off of him so bad.

You had had your doubts about it at first, but now you were more than grateful that you had packed your swimsuits. Since you were giving Rúben the cold shoulder, you would have to find another way to entertain yourself; and being that you were in the sea and the weather is so nice, the most logical and comfortable thing to do would be to lie down on your towel, put on your sunglasses on and at least get a good tan out of it.

Rúben, on the other hand, was annoyed with himself. He knew it was among the possibilities that you would get mad at him and do just what you are doing now, which is ignoring him completely.

He hadn't seen you since last night, when you two had an argument during dinner about sleeping in separate rooms, which you insisted on. Since he didn’t wanna have sex with you - you didn’t want to tempt him..yet.

Rúben felt his heart almost leap out of his chest as soon as he saw you come out of the booth, in your red swimsuit, the one that accentuated every curve of your body. You'd worn it around him before, and the last time you did, he fucked you in the pool.

You seemed not to have seen him, or if you had, then you did a very good job of pretending he wasn't there. Once you knew you were within his range of view and he could see you perfectly well, you bent over to lay your towel on the floor of the boat, feeling the fabric of your bathing suit slide slightly over your butt. It wasn't much, but just enough.

Rúben’s jaw tightened so bad he feared his teeth would crack, to keep from letting out a groan at the sight, he closed his eyes shut and gripped the edge of the table until his knuckles turned white; focusing on what Ivan was telling him, trying to get the image of you, bent over a few feet in front of him in nothing but your bathing suit, out of his mind.

Rúben knew you were doing it on purpose, you knew how much he liked that bathing suit on you. But today? Right now? You were playing very dirty games with his head.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't take his eyes off you. The way your skin glowed under the sun, how well your swimsuit fit and the fact that you were doing this to provoke him, caused his shorts to feel too tight all of a sudden.

Rúben didn't even know what to do with himself, so he decided to go take a cold bath; he wouldn't give you the satisfaction of messing with his head like that.

He excused himself and exited the small cabin, leaving Ivan, and you lifted your head to see him walk away. Rúben looked a little uncomfortable and you noticed how he slightly tugged the front of his shorts as he walked.

"What, do I make you nervous, Rúbes?" you teased in a loud voice, causing him to turn around and flip you off. Without saying anything else, Rúben entered another door and slammed it shut.

And with that, a little victory smile appeared on your lips.

Eventually, tanning got boring. You looked down at your own body and lifted the edge of your swimsuit slightly, the tan lines were just the way you liked them, on point. Full of satisfaction, you gathered your things and decided to go back inside, maybe to take a bath and eat something.

You entered quietly, not wanting to attract anybody's attention. You walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Just as you grabbed the bathroom doorknob to open it - the door opened. Out of the bathroom came Rúben, with nothing but a towel tied around his hips. You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway at the sight, which you couldn't deny was very good. The towel was wrapped around Rúben’s hips so low that his prominent V-line was visible to a rather dangerous point, one you didn't want to let your eyes get to.

He was shirtless obviously, so you had a perfect view of his defined torso and muscular arms, some water droplets still rolled down his body, making a path from his chest, down his abdomen and getting lost under his towel.

His hair was still wet, framing his face perfectly. His dark eyes were fixed on you, and you realized, too late already, there was a little smile on his lips, prompted by the way you were eyefucking him.

“What, do I make you nervous, princesa?” Rúben questioned you, using the same condescending tone and smirk you had earlier, as he took a step closer to you.

You genuinely felt your knees weaken at his voice and the way he looked, but you were too proud to let him know that, so you simply shrugged.

“Come closer and maybe I'll tell you.” you teased with a low tone, letting your eyes travel down his body.

Rúben’s smirk only grew and you thought that finally you two were on the same page, thinking about the same thing, and more importantly, that it would happen. He took a confident step towards you, so this way he was towering over you, his chest barely inches away from yours, his lips basically hovering over yours.

You placed both hands on his body, letting them travel from his abs all the way to his chest, causing him to bite his lip at the feeling. Rúben leant down even more, his lips grazing with yours, breaths mixing and skin touching.

And then..

You pushed him out of the way and locked yourself in the bathroom. By doing that, provoking Rúben in that way and then putting a door between the two of you - you had started a silent game, in which you were provoking each other in an obvious way, waiting to see who is going to give in first. And you were determined it is not going to be you.

After hours of playing tease, any slight contact or brush from Rúben’s skin against yours had you biting your lip to silence a sound and any look you gave Rúben with your bedroom eyes had him on the verge of jumping your bones.

The staring game got a little too heavy for Rúben, so he stood up from the booth and walked to the kitchen, pulling out a cold bottle of water to refresh himself. You knew you couldn't let him get away with it, at least not without trying, so you stood up and walked to the kitchen as well, if he asked, then being dinner time would be a perfect excuse.

Rúben heard you walk into the kitchen, but paid no mind, deciding to focus solely on his water, placing a hand on the kitchen island and letting his head hang low. Funny enough, the drawer where pans are kept is right where Rúben is, by his left hand, and sure as hell you wouldn't ask anything from him. Which left you with only one choice.

You walked to where he stood, which he noticed as he turned his head sideways to look at you, and right when he took a step back, you found the perfect opportunity to slip right between him and the kitchen island, your body grinding on him, in all the right places.

The sound of Rúben’s breathing picking up gave you a sense of victory, as you remained in front of him and bent slightly to take out the pan you needed, only to walk away right when you felt him harden behind you and the ghost of his hand over your hip.

He really thought he had you. Again.

Your smile of victory didn't disappear, not even when the stove wouldn't turn on and you had to resort to chopping fruit and hoping that was enough to rid your hunger. Now is when Rúben found the perfect opportunity to tease you back, seeing as you were completely distracted while cutting fruit. He slowly walked back into the kitchen, making sure you couldn't hear him. You were completely clueless to his presence, even when he stood right behind you.

However, as soon as Rúben took another step closer, you did become aware of his presence. Very.

“Oh, don't mind me.” he mumbled in your ear.

“Rúben, what are you doing?” you asked, pretending to be completely unbothered, while the reality is that you're screaming on the inside. His chest was pressed to your back, one of his hands had found its way to your hips, and his breath tingled in your ear.

And right there was when he reached out to grab a glass, which was on the cabinet above your head. The reality is that he didn't have to stretch to reach the glass, it was just a matter of raising his arm. But where was the fun in that?

As he stretched, his body pressed even closer against yours, you could feel him hard against you, his breath now in your ear. And in an attempt to avoid his lips, you bent over, a move that only served in Rúben’s favor, causing you to bite your lip in an attempt to silence the moan that would come from your lips.

You both were thinking the same thing. Of just how easy it would be for him to take you right there and then.

But you wouldn't give up just yet, no sir, you still had one ace up your sleeve. Which is why you picked up your fruit tray and slid out from the right space between the bar and Rúben’s body.

Normally, you wouldn't care if Rúben decided to just watch you eat instead of eating something himself, but right now it had you on edge.

You and his mother were sitting on the couch in the booth, while Rúben and Ivan were sitting opposite of you, their dad fishing on the other end of the boat. Rúben was sitting on the seat in front of you, his legs spread slightly, his hands on his thighs and his eyes fixed on you. He was basically manspreading, occasionally lifting his hips from the chair to ‘get comfortable’, but you weren't stupid.

“Are you done flexing your muscles?” you asked him boredly, raising an eyebrow at him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but closed again as you stood up, his eyes followed your hand closely, especially when you drove your fingers to your lips and sucked the remaining fruit juice off them. The sight almost made him roll his eyes, but not in annoyance.

“I'm going to the jacuzzi.” you announced, letting your eyes travel over him. “You continue doing that.”

Even though it had not been an open or direct invitation, you knew Rúben had understood the innuendo.

You hurried to the jacuzzi, taking off your clothes as the water heated up, you poured the bubble soap while letting your hair down, knowing that Rúben wouldn't be long in coming, although he wasn't hot on your heels to disguise how desperate he was, you knew he was coming for you.

As you stared at the steaming, bubbly water, a wicked idea found its way to your mind.

Meanwhile, Rúben paced back and forth in the hallway, running his hands through his hair repeatedly, especially when he stopped and had that urge to open the bathroom door where he knew you were.

You're just a door away and what's holding him back is his pride. Knowing that if he opens that door, he's admitting his need for you. Proving that chasing after you is more important than his pride.

He cursed himself for what felt the longest time before giving in and opening the bathroom door. The first thing he saw was steam. Lots of it. It made him squint his eyes while they trailed over the place in search of you.

His eyes fell on the jacuzzi, it was filled with small bubbles, the room smelt like you, white musk scent surrounding you. And there you were, your back pressed against the side of the jacuzzi, arms spread over the edge, the bubbly water covering your body, stopping right below your collarbones, just atop of your chest.

His mind automatically went places, but Rúben kept his thoughts at bay as he took off his shirt without a word. You did nothing but stare at him, your eyes following his every move, from the way he gripped the edge of his shirt, to the way he slid it off his body and his torso came into view.

Rafe took a step closer, but he felt something soft under his foot, so he looked down. And what did he find?

Your swimsuit.

At first he didn't process entirely what it meant, but then his eyes widened.

You were naked.

In the jacuzzi that's just a couple of steps away from him.

And he was just..standing there like an idiot? Rúben was embarrassed of himself.

A soft giggle escaped your lips when you noticed how flustered Rúben suddenly got, he actually struggled while taking off his shorts and if you hadn't been so amused by the view, you would have offered to help.

Eventually he stopped fumbling with its ties and right when he pulled it down his hips, you looked away. Your tongue glided over your teeth as you felt the temptation to look, but you were stronger than that.

“Enjoying the jacuzzi you said you could live without?” Rúben asked in a calm tone as he got in it, sitting by your right side.

“Very much.” you assured, running your hand through the water, moving the bubbles slightly, you really had no intention other than to distract yourself from how nervous you were, still, Rúben tried to see through the bubbles.

He couldn't handle himself anymore, he had denied himself of you for so long that he wanted you now. Told himself he was crazy. But now that he has you in front of him - he will do anything to have you.

And an idea popped up in his mind. He knew this would be pathetic, lame even, but it would work.

As you both did nothing but enjoy the hot tub and tried to ignore each other's bodies, Rúben discreetly slid his hand to the side control panel of the hot tub. Although he would never admit it, he spends so much time in the hot tub that he learned the controls by heart. So he knew exactly which buttons to push to disable two of the hot tub jets, the ones on your side, for that matter.

Your state of relaxation was interrupted as soon as you stopped feeling the hot water flowing on your side of the jacuzzi, the vibrations had stopped and you no longer felt the soft massages on your skin.

You raised your head and opened your eyes, noticing that indeed, the water stopped on your side. “What the..”

“What's wrong?” Rúben asked, his eyes closed as he did his best to hide a little smirk.

“The water just..stopped?” you replied in confusion, not understanding why he was so calm.

“Oh, that's bad. My side is just fine.” he replied simply, opening his eyes.

You rolled your eyes at his disinterested tone. You couldn't believe that you had actually gone out of your way to plan all this and he couldn't even stop getting on your nerves for a second.

Utterly done with his bullshit, you slowly moved to the little steps that led out of the hot tub, the last thing you wanted was to slip and embarrass yourself.

However, before you could even reach them, you felt long fingers wrapping around your wrist, his skin was soft and warm due to the hot bubbly water. You turned to look at him, doing your best to keep your eyes focused on his.

“Come closer.” his voice was calm, his fingers softly tugged your wrist; as if wanting to pull you closer but not quite to make you uncomfortable.

You complied to his request and walked slowly to where he sat, the bubbles doing all the work and covering your body from his. You kept getting closer, Rúben slowly opened his legs, so you could stand between them.

The feeling of the skin of his thighs against yours was your cue to stop, knowing that if you took one step closer, you'd feel him against you.

His eyes bore on yours. The hazel color of his eyes was darkened by the lust running through his body, his pupils were dilated, his lips plump and red. He was one hell of a handsome man.

Your faces were inches away from each other, but neither of you would yield to the temptation.

You bit your lip slightly as soon as you felt Rúben’s large hands resting on your hips, the grip was firm, showing he wasn't hesitating.

Testing the waters, you took a step closer and he let you, the grip on your hips becoming firmer and more secure, you could even say you felt him pulling you into his body slightly.

Keeping eye contact, Rúben’s hand began to slide lightly, brushing your hip with his fingertips. His hand moved down to your thigh, where he caressed your thigh with his fingertips, drawing imaginary circles, which moved closer and closer to the center of your legs.

Knowing exactly what he was doing, you felt fire in the pit of your stomach. You wanted him. And you wanted him now. But you also didn't want to give him the satisfaction. Maybe after all you were as stubborn as he claimed you were.

You motioned to move your leg, and immediately, Rúben took a hold of your thigh, stopping you. A smirk appeared on your lips. Without saying anything, you yielded to his touch and moved even closer, putting your leg over his thigh and quickly bringing the other leg up as well, straddling him.

The direct contact of your skin with Rúben’s, your core brushing against his dick..made him let out an agitated sigh right in your ear.

And you would have teased him about it, but the truth is that the contact of his hard dick against your body almost made you moan. He was right under you, all it took was for you to raise slightly and for him to align himself.

Ignoring how much you wanted to grind on him, you put your arms around his shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck in the process, moving even closer, your chest pressed against his and your chin resting on his shoulder, wanting to enjoy the warm water a while longer before the inevitable happened.

Rúben’s arms wrapped around your body, your breasts pressed against his chest, your pussy brushing just the right places on his dick. If this is the game you wanted to play, then Rúben would be just as good at it.

He lifted his hips slightly and at that you couldn't help but let out a gasp, which you prayed he hadn't heard, but he did and it only fed his ego.

As his fingertips caressed your spine, Rúben moved your hair from your shoulders to get better access and brought his lips to your neck. He started with innocent kisses, little brushes of his lips against your skin, while his fingertips caressed your skin.

However, he was determined to break you. He brought his lips to the small spot below your ear, where he sucked, receiving an audible moan from you. One of his hands had slid down your back until it ended at your left asscheek, which he squeezed and used to push your body against his, causing you to grind on him.

“Fuck..” you mumbled, throwing your head back out of mere instinct.

He had so many dirty comments to make, but he decided to concentrate on you. Since you had thrown your head back, he had more access to your neck. He brought his lips to your skin again, starting to leave little bites and kisses all over, while one of his hands traveled to your breasts, his fingers taking one of your nipples and giving it a twist.

At this you squirmed slightly on top of him, your hips moving against his, rubbing his dick in such a perfect way that it made him growl against your skin.

“You like that, meu amor?” he murmured against your skin, voice husky “Want me to do it again?”

“Yes.” you mumbled breathlessly.

His fingers moved deftly between your legs, as you grasped his jaw and moved his head to the side, so that you could have access to his neck and an efficient way to quiet the sounds he would elicit from you.

His index finger slipped between your folds, while his thumb searched for your clit until he found it, and began to give circular notions. You accidentally left a little bite on his neck, which was welcomed by Rúben , as he started to speed up his thumb and slid his middle finger inside you.

“Rúbenn..” you murmured, your walls automatically tightening around his finger.

“Does this feel good, princesa?” he murmured in your ear as his thumb accelerated his movements, he slid his ring finger in as well, your walls clenching at his voice "Oh it does, you're already clenching around my fingers."

Now he had two fingers inside you, which he began to move in a come hither motion, hitting your sweet spot instantly, the one he had found in a matter of seconds.

“Oh, fuuuck, Rúb-”

He could feel you, how your walls clenched around his fingers so tightly it was hard for him to move them, your kisses on his neck had become sloppy and wet and your eyes were closed. Just when you felt you would reach the tip of ecstasy, Rúben pulled his fingers out of you.

You were about to yell at him, but he spoke first, taking your jaw with one of his hands, fixing his eyes on yours.

“I want to make you cum on my dick, yeah?”

And you swore you could've come right there. Just by his words.

“Yeah?” he questioned again, making you realize it had been more of a way to get your permission.

“Yeah.” you nodded your head eagerly and that was all he needed.

Rúben wrapped his arms around you and stood up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his torso, biting your lip in anticipation for what was about to come.

Rúben knew the boat like the back of his hand, so in a matter of no time, both of you were in his room. Rúben placed you down on his bed, not caring in the least that you were wetting it.

He was soon close to you again, his lips on your skin. Your breathing started to become erratic, unable to control yourself in the face of the new sensations. His kisses traveled all over your neck, part of your shoulders and even on your jaw.

Without a word, Rúben grabbed you with moderate force by the jaw and caught your lips with his immediately. You lost yourself in the kiss completely, the sensation of his lips against yours stoking the fire within you even more.

Unable to stay still and wanting to discover your whole body, Rúben began to leave kisses and little bites on your neck. You tried to grab his face to bring him back to your lips, but as soon as you tried, he pulled away from you, took your wrists and put them against the bed, his face was above yours, the room was barely being illuminated by the light that was filtering through the blinds, so you couldn't see much, only the shadow of his features.

“You want me?” he asked over your lips, his voice hoarser than usual and his breathing was rapid.

“I want you. So bad.”

You saw the shadow of a victorious smile on his lips and felt them against yours again, he put both hands holding your wrists above your head, and held both of your wrists with one hand, freeing his other one.

His kisses began to descend again, with a slowness that clearly had the sole purpose of driving you crazy. You lifted your hips off the bed so you could feel some more of him, while Rúben took advantage of this and positioned himself between your legs with ease.

He stopped kissing you momentarily, you could feel his breath on your skin and without warning, he returned his hand in between your thighs and now pushed three fingers inside you, while his thumb returned to your clit, you inevitably ended up letting out a moan, as his fingers had hit the right spot again. Having located the spot already, he began to move his fingers faster and deeper, curving them from time to time, accelerating the speed of his thumb as well.

His lips went lower and lower, until his head was between your thighs and your hand was lost in his hair. His lips concentrated on your clit, sucking and circling it with his tongue, making you let out an erotic moan that you were ashamed of, because of how loud it had been.

His hand kept up that incredible rhythm, but what made you almost climax was the feeling after he sucked on your clit and bit down lightly.

“Rú- Rúben..I'm gonna-”

That was all he needed to know to remove his hand, he would keep up with his word. As soon as he moved his hand away from your pussy, you immediately felt the emptiness, but you were too busy getting back to normal to complain.

Rúben brought his fingers covered with your wetness to his lips and licked them clean, the sight of that, combined with the ‘mmm’ that he let out, was mouth watering.

Rúben pulled you closer to him, so that your legs were over his thighs, he placed his hands on the sides of your head. His dick rubbed against your entrance, which brought gasps to both of your lips.

He leaned over you and you could hear his breathing fast and heavy in your ear, it was almost like he was waiting for something.

“What's wrong?” you asked. “Are you doubt- ”

You didn't get to finish saying the sentence, because he entered you with a quick movement of his hips, making you moan immediately, it took a few seconds to get used to the sensation of having him inside you. It always did. No matter how many times you've slept together, he is just so big.

He stayed still for a few seconds, letting out hoarse mumbles of how good you felt, directly into your ear. Once you felt comfortable, you tightened your walls around him, which made him let out a grunt and start moving his hips against yours.

You brought your hands to his neck and pulled his face to yours, bringing your lips together in a desperate kiss, as his hips moved incessantly, one of your hands tangled in his hair and as if on reflex, he put a hand around your neck, squeezing the sides lightly, something that made you moan into his lips.

“How could you do this to me? All that teasing..I’m not made from steel..” he whispered in your ear.

“Rúben, oh my God..”

“I love you so much.”

His words and the movement of his hips made your eyes roll “Don't stop, babe..please.”

He pulled his face away from yours and placed his weight on the arm he had placed at the side of your head, speeding up his movements. You wrapped your legs around his waist to deepen things.

You noticed that he started to slow down, but his movements still had depth. You knew he was doing it so he wouldn't tire quickly, but maybe you could help. You used a considerable amount of strength to be able to turn you both around, ending up on top of him, while he looked at you with his lower lip between his teeth.

Just to tease him further, you slipped his dick out of you and moved away, your body hovering over his thighs. He sat down on the bed, waiting for you to do something, but you only smirked at him.

Rúben sat there while stroking himself and being done with your attitude, grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back to him, starting to fill your breasts with wet kisses and hickeys, biting your nipples from time to time, while you put your legs around him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him, again.

You knew you wouldn’t last too long, anyway.

“Stop teasing me, princesa.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

He used the grip he had on your hips and pulled you down, entering you again, a hoarse moan came from his lips. You pushed him down by the chest so he’d lay down and began to move on top of him, in circles and up and down while his hands were on your hips and yours on his chest.

You knew those moves were only satisfying you, as you moved as you needed to, and Rúben was quick to notice that. The grip he had on your hips began to tighten, a sign that he was getting desperate. Until he finally sat down in a rush, and began to move you at the pace he wanted, as the hand he kept on your hip guaranteed him control.

“You're so stubborn, you know that?” he emphasized every word with a hip thrust.

“Fuck, fu- fuck, Rú- Rúb-..” you weren't even able to say his name, or speak at all.

You placed one hand on his shoulder and another on his neck, starting to move faster. He left sloppy kisses on your chest and you scratched his back, sometimes even left bites on his shoulder to stifle moans, especially when he murmured things in your ear, along the lines of ‘you're mine’, ‘this pussy feels so good’, ect.

It didn't take long before you two began to lose rhythm, his movements were erratic and your speed had slowed. Until he finally came inside you, seeing the way his eyes closed tightly, as heavy breaths came from between his pink lips along with the “Fuck, Y/N, you feel like heaven..” he mumbled, was what made you climax too.

While you both came down from your highs, there was nothing but silence, Rúben was still inside you and remained like that, after he turned you over, collapsed on top of you and you wrapped your arms around his body, both of you falling asleep without another word.

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