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ladybl4ckbird · 1 day ago

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Why I think Mike realized the truth about the painting in the van scene

This probably isn't a new or revealing topic, but I want to give my opinion anyway. So, let's get to it. First of all, we need to keep in mind that Mike Wheeler is one of the smartest people on the show, and he's always been the leader for some reason, right? And one of them is that Mike is the kind of guy who acts on situations. He was the one who acted when Will disappeared; he literally put himself in danger multiple times; he jumped off a fucking cliff. He devised plans to defeat the monsters of the Upside Down and made them happen. He's not the kind of guy who sits around and waits for things to work themselves out. No. Mike Wheeler is a problem-solver.

We also need to remember that he realized the difference in his feelings for Will and El at the end of season 3. This is very clear in the way each goodbye unfolds.

Here we have Mike happy that his best friend says he can never "replace" him.

And here we have a Mike who is supposed to BE HAPPY because his girlfriend just said she loves him back.

That said, let's get to it.

Season four begins with a different version of Mike; he's aware of his feelings for Will. He's already a teenager, and he knows what he wants and doesn't want in terms of sexuality. He literally has a folder with Will's drawings under his bed, which is a not-so-subtle parallel to what Erica says about Lucas hiding his things under his bed too (something we can get a sense of, lol).

We all know Mike knows about the painting because El told him in the letter, about how Will was working on a painting in secret and how she thinks Will is painting it for someone he likes. So when he goes to California, Mike already knows about it. And (in my opinion) he HOPES it's for him.

We have the first Byler scene of the season, and it's that extremely awkward hug that screams "gay panic," right? But what about the FIRST WORDS Byler? There's a subtle greeting, and then Mike asks about the painting. Mike is anxious, nervous, and curious about the painting Will made for someone he likes. Someone Mike hopes is himself. But then Will "denies" it, and Mike literally wilts before our eyes. And then there's the whole thing about him being hyperaware of Will's actions and reactions while his girlfriend is clearly uncomfortable and about to be bullied, and all that stuff we already know.

In my opinion, Mike is upset beyond jealous. He's also desperate for the slightest sign that Will feels the same way. And that's why we have this scene here:

Like I said, Mike Wheeler is the kind of guy who acts. And so he's desperate for the slightest sign of reciprocity from Will. So when Will drops a suspicious "what about us," Mike looks not only devastated but also fucking HOPEFUL. I can literally hear his heart beating like crazy from here.

And when I say Mike needs a sign of reciprocity to act, I'm not saying he's going to kiss Will or anything like that. But I believe he was waiting for a sign so he could resolve his issues with El and then make amends with Will. But why? Well, it's the '80s and they're two boys; the social issues surrounding this type of relationship should speak for themselves. He needs the security of reciprocity to act because Will is his best friend above all else, and one wrong move and boom, it's all over. I mean, that's basically what Robin already made clear, right, about asking the wrong girl out.

Anyway, Will "denies" it again. And then things start happening with El, and Mike cares (and loves, even if platonically) enough for her to put her first in that moment. There are all the subtle "flirting" scenes initiated by Mike, but I'll refrain from that because otherwise this whole post will get too long. So let's skip ahead to the van scene and why I think (I'm 99.9% sure) Mike understood Will was talking about himself, not El.

When Will hands over the painting, we see Mike literally break into a firecracker of a smile because the painting was meant for him all along, like, "Hey, I was right, Will likes me too."

And then there's the whole speech and Will projecting his feelings as if they were El's. But Mike's not an idiot, you know? He's one of the smartest people in the group, and besides, HE KNOWS El didn't ask for the painting. Oh, but why didn't he say anything? You might be wondering. And I'll answer. 1) They weren't alone, it wasn't a private conversation, and even though it was Jonathan and Argyle with them in the van, it's still the 80s and being gay isn't "cool." 2) Just before, they had that whole thing about being afraid to tell the truth and the other person not liking it, so I assume Mike didn't want Will to back down and "deny" it again. He wanted to hear. He wanted to know. 3) He is still El's official boyfriend and although he is the type of person who acts, he would NEVER act with Will without first resolving his situation with El.

There, in the van, Mike knew his feelings were mutual and THAT'S WHY he made that expression when he realized it was time to work things out with El.

Mike is happy to find El; he loves and cares for her. But he knows he'll probably break her heart. He knows he'll hurt her with the truth, and that makes him sad. But he's willing to do it because "friends don't lie," and he doesn't want to repeat the mistakes of the summer. He doesn't want to prolong this relationship when he knows Will is there too and loves him. And that's what Mike was going to talk to El about before Argyle interrupted them. Mike would probably tell her he loves her, but not the way he should, or something like that. That would be a breakup scene.

And again, that's why Mike looks so incredibly devastated when Will encourages him to confess his love for El.

Is Mike scared for El? Definitely. Afraid of losing her? Definitely. Does he want to help her gain strength against Vecna? Of course. But he's not about to confess his love for her. I've watched and rewatched the scene several times, and each time the conclusion is the same: if Will hadn't encouraged him, Mike wouldn't have told El he loves her.

Once again, from the beginning of the season, Mike has been incredibly aware of Will's presence in a way he never was with El. He knows what he feels and needs a sign of reciprocity from Will. And the painting is that sign; it's what Mike needs to be certain that Will loves him back. But then why is Will telling Mike to confess his love romantically to El? Mike is confused and deeply devastated here because he thinks he misread the signals.

He doesn't understand why Will would say something like that after the van speech, not if Will truly loves him. So I suppose he concludes he's got it all wrong. He probably thinks the painting El mentioned in the letter was a different one, and that everything Will said in the van was really about El.

I have some theories about the continuation of Byler's romantic development and how the painting issue will be addressed in season five (but that's a topic for another post). However, everything is connected, from the fact that I think Mike will be the first to initiate any romantic interaction and how/when he will do.

In conclusion: Byler is endgame.

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idkyetxoxo · 2 days ago

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Two | The Gentle Unveiling | Afterglow

Pairing - Azriel x reader

Word count - 2.2k

Warnings - None

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Two months.

Two whole months had passed since the mating bond had snapped into place between Azriel and me—a golden thread pulled taut, delicate and unbreakable.

It still didn't feel real sometimes.

Azriel, the Shadowsinger, the brooding, silent warrior feared across courts and whispered about at night—was mine. And I was his.

The Mother had a wicked sense of humour, I'd come to realise. Where Azriel was stillness, I was spark. He moved like mist, like moonlight through fog, and I moved like sunshine on the first day of spring, loud, laughing, unapologetically alive.

And somehow, impossibly, it worked. We worked.

It had only been a month since we'd accepted the bond fully, survived the frenzy, which was... something. Something I had not been adequately warned about.

It had been intense, all-consuming, and left me absolutely, insatiably undone in ways I still hadn't found words for.

And if I were being honest, neither of us had really stopped since.

Which was why, at this very moment, I was trying to fix my hair in the mirror—trying being the key word while Azriel stood behind me with his arms wrapped around my waist and his mouth attached firmly to the side of my neck.

"Az," I murmured, trying for stern but failing miserably. "Please. I need to do my hair. You know, so your family doesn't think I crawled out of a bush."

His only reply was a low hum against my throat, his lips grazing just beneath my jaw as he lazily tossed my hair over my shoulder to get better access.

Shadows licked playfully along my skin, featherlight, almost purring with amusement.

"Maybe I should keep you here another month," he said, his voice rough velvet, gaze meeting mine through the mirror. "Those busybodies can wait."

His hazel eyes were nearly black now, pupils blown wide with want, and gods help me—I nearly caved.

"Tempting," I whispered, clutching the edge of the vanity for balance. "But you did promise not to keep me hidden forever."

"I never meant to hide you," he said softly, pressing a kiss behind my ear. "I just wanted... more time. Before they all started meddling."

"Azriel," I said, turning in his arms just enough to face him. "They're your family. They love you. They're going to love me too."

"You're optimistic for someone about to be thrown into the Circle like a lamb to wolves," he muttered dryly.

I grinned, twining my fingers through his hair and tugging gently until he looked me in the eyes.

"I'm a ray of sunshine," I said sweetly. "They'll be lucky to have me."

That earned a real laugh from him, deep and low and so rare it made my heart ache. I would never get used to the sound of it, never grow tired of drawing that warmth out of him.

"Ravish me when we return, Shadowsinger," I whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth before giving him a little shove.

He let me go, reluctantly, smirking as I stood and turned back to the mirror.

I smoothed my dress down over my hips, fingers brushing over the soft, rich blue fabric, a perfect match to the cobalt glow of Azriel's siphons. His idea, of course. "Subtle," he'd called it.

"How do I look?" I asked, twirling once with a grin.

Azriel watched me like he was starving. "How soon can I ravish you?"

I laughed, smacking his chest with a playful glare. He caught my wrist, tugged me against him, and in the blink of an eye we were airborne, his wings snapping open as we soared out the window and into the sky.

The wind whipped past us, crisp and clear in the high mountain air. The House of Wind came into view, golden lights spilling out of the windows like stars.

Azriel's arms held me tight as we dipped low over the cliffs, the city twinkling far below, and I couldn't help but whisper, "Are you nervous?"

There was a pause, his chin resting lightly atop my head.

"A little," he admitted. "They're going to ask a thousand questions. Rhys will probably smirk for an hour. Cassian's going to be unbearable."

I smiled. "Good. He deserves payback after all the stories you've told me."

Azriel chuckled, breath brushing my cheek. "You're dangerous."

"I try," I said, my hand pressed over his heart. "But I'm yours, remember?"

He kissed the top of my head, and we circled once above the House of Wind before descending.

Tonight, the secret became real. Tonight, I stopped being the mysterious girl who'd punched the Spymaster in the face and became what I was always meant to be.

Azriel's mate.

Dinner had begun wonderfully, though "wonderfully" in the Inner Circle meant a strange and chaotic cocktail of affection, snark, and very little personal space.

The initial introductions had been warm, albeit peppered with lighthearted teasing at Azriel's expense.

Apparently, territorial wasn't even a strong enough word for how he'd been acting lately.

Rhysand had snorted into his wine when Azriel refused to let go of my waist for the first ten minutes, and Mor had outright cackled when he subtly slid my chair half an inch closer to his.

To his credit, Azriel didn't say much. But his shadows curled around the room like warning smoke, dancing protectively at my back, unseen to most, but I could feel them. They loved me too, in their own secret way.

Now, we'd migrated to the plush living room, the air humming with firelight and full bellies.

I was curled between Azriel and Cassian on the massive couch, one of Azriel's large, calloused hands resting warm and steady on my thigh.

Cassian, on the other side of me, had taken up the role of unofficial court jester, generously regaling me with scandalous tales of my mate's past adventures.

Most of which I was sure were exaggerated... but also entertained by.

"It truly is astonishing," Cassian said, lifting his whiskey glass and eyeing me like I was a rare bird he couldn't quite believe had landed on Azriel's shoulder. "To see Azriel with someone so... bright."

I raised a brow, sipping from my wineglass. "I'll take that as a compliment. I think."

"You should," Mor chimed in, her smile equal parts angelic and mischievous as she lounged across from us, legs draped over Amren's chair. "He's usually all shadows and silence and 'I work alone.' You're practically sunshine in a dress."

Azriel exhaled slowly, clearly regretting every life choice that had led him to this moment. His grip on my thigh tightened just slightly—a warning, or maybe a silent plea for mercy.

Rhysand, sprawled like a damn cat in an armchair nearby, was smirking into his wine. "It's refreshing, honestly. Like watching a thundercloud fall in love with the sun."

I beamed. "That's beautiful, Rhys. Did you rehearse that?"

"Of course," he replied smoothly. "I like to prepare for historic events."

Azriel muttered something under his breath, and I swore I saw a shadow jab Rhys in the ankle.

"Now, now," Rhys said smoothly, sidestepping without even blinking. "Don't lash out just because your mate is the most radiant creature we've had in this house."

Rhys leaned forward, eyes twinkling, and said directly to me, "If you ever tire of brooding and blades, my dear, I happen to be fond of sunlight."

Azriel didn't move, didn't speak but the tension vibrating off him was enough to shake a mountain.

Cassian leaned a little closer, all twinkling hazel eyes and unrepentant amusement. "Honestly though, you're stunning. Absolutely beautiful."

Azriel's shadows froze mid-drift. His thumb pressed slightly harder into my thigh—not painful, but firm. A silent enough.

Cassian, of course, noticed. And grinned like he'd just won a game only he was playing.

"What?" he said innocently, turning to Azriel but draping his arm behind me on the couch in the most not innocent way possible. "Can't I appreciate your mate's beauty? I'm just being polite."

Azriel's jaw flexed. "Polite would be keeping your hands to yourself."

"Technically," Cassian mused, glancing at the completely empty air between his hand and my shoulder, "I haven't touched her."

"That's not the point," Azriel growled, low and dangerous, but I nudged him gently.

"Easy, Shadowsinger," I murmured with a smile. "He's just trying to get a rise out of you."

"I already have a rise out of him," Cassian muttered under his breath, barely dodging the shadow that snaked across the back of the couch toward his face. "Besides, can you blame me? She smells like citrus and honey and something I'd definitely make bad choices for."

I choked on my wine.

Even Mor burst out laughing at that one, while Amren, ever the chaos-loving little monster, added from her corner, "She's too good for any of you."

Azriel's grip on my thigh was practically a vice now, and though his expression hadn't changed much, still calm, still unreadable I could feel the tension in him. Like a storm waiting for the first crack of lightning.

"You're all insufferable," he muttered darkly, but his shadows had returned to circling me, curling up around my shoulders like living velvet, a quiet, possessive caress.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, softly, deliberately. His jaw relaxed just a fraction. "I'm not going anywhere," I whispered, just for him.

"I know," he murmured back, his voice low and rough.

Cassian sighed dramatically. "Gods, you're unbearable as a mated male."

Amren simply hummed, sipping her bloodred wine. "One of you finally brought home someone who doesn't make me want to leave the room. I'm shocked."

Mor raised her glass. "To our newest ray of sunshine. May she continue to drive Azriel insane for centuries to come."

"Hear, hear!" Cassian echoed, clinking his glass against mine.

Azriel just groaned quietly under his breath, but when I rested my head against his shoulder, he leaned into me without hesitation. His shadows wrapped tighter, warmer.

Surrounded by laughter, mischief, and the found family who clearly adored him and were starting to adore me too, I let the moment settle over me like a blanket.

I belonged here. With him. With all of them.

And even if they teased him to hell and back... I was theirs now. And he was mine.

That night, when we finally returned home he followed through on his promise. Thoroughly.

Azriel had ravished me with a kind of intensity only he could conjure, like worship and wildfire and something infinitely more tender woven between each kiss, each whispered word.

He had touched me like I was made of starlight, like I was something rare and celestial that had chosen to fall just for him.

And now, the storm had passed.

The room was hushed in the way only late night could be, velvet-draped silence, broken only by the soft rustle of sheets and the quiet rise and fall of our breathing. Moonlight filtered in through the open window, casting silver over the bed, painting our skin in a soft glow.

Azriel lay beside me, bare-chested, quiet in the way only he could be.

His hand moved lazily across my shoulder, tracing absent-minded patterns into my skin, circles and constellations, or maybe just the memory of the places he had kissed earlier.

He didn't speak, but he didn't need to. There was something sacred in the stillness between us.

My cat Shadow had climbed onto the bed some time ago and now lay curled firmly against Azriel's side, purring like a small engine.

The feline had only needed a week—and a few offerings of roasted chicken and chin scratches to declare Azriel acceptable company. Now he was obsessed.

Azriel's hand stilled as he glanced down at the sleeping ball of fur nestled into his ribs. One brow arched slightly.

"He's possessive," he murmured.

I smiled into the pillow, voice muffled with sleep. "He gets that from me."

Azriel huffed a soft laugh, the sound like dark velvet.

Shadow stirred faintly in response to his name, then promptly resettled with a twitch of his ear and a heavier, more dramatic sigh.

I turned slightly to face Azriel, burying myself deeper into the curve of his body. That's when I felt them—his shadows.

Soft and sinuous, they drifted toward me like ribbons of night, slipping across the mattress and brushing against the small of my back. One curled around my wrist, another twined through my hair like a breeze through silk.

It was instinctive now, how they reached for me just as my fingers reached for Azriel in the dark.

I smiled, eyes still closed. "My Shadow gets you and I get your shadows?"

"They're jealous," he murmured, low and reverent. "They want to be near you. Always."

I opened one eye, barely, and reached down to run my fingers through the living wisps of shadow. They coiled playfully around my wrist, content and warm in a way that shadows should never be.

"They're sweet," I whispered.

Azriel brushed his knuckles down the curve of my spine. "They love you."

I turned in his arms until I could see him, those hazel eyes soft now, stripped bare of brooding or biting amusement. Just warm and open, like he only ever was when it was just the two of us.

"I love you," I said, the words as easy as breath, and just as vital.

Azriel leaned in, pressing a slow kiss to my temple, then my cheek, then finally my lips, soft, unhurried, full of quiet wonder.

"I know," he whispered against my mouth. "And I'll never stop thanking the Mother for you."

We drifted then, me into the safe cocoon of his arms, his shadows curling tighter around me like they too were settling in for the night.

Shadow purred, nestled against Azriel's ribs, and for a moment I imagined they were all bound by the same thread now, cat and male and shadows alike, all protectors in their own strange, loyal ways.

And me?

I was just the girl who had accidentally punched a Spymaster and ended up finding home in the arms of a myth.

Lucky, lucky me.

A/n - Meeting the family!

Az tried to keep her hidden for as long as he could but even the broodiest male can't resist fate or a determined sunshine mate. Naturally, his protective instincts are still in overdrive x

Of course, once they're home, the real bonding happens. Azriel gets her cat (Shadow has chosen well), and she gets his shadows (who are totally smitten). It's a very well-balanced household :)

This part was definitely more on the fluffy side. A little relationship growth, a sprinkle of teasing, and a whole lot of affection!!

The next part? Let's just say... things are about to heat up.

Thanks for reading <33

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yumiblaze · 9 hours ago

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Cursed - Saja Boys X Fem!Reader Part 21

IBS and Depression are a hell of a bitch so sorry for not posting yesterday >^< Also I want to say thank you for all the likes and comments! I read every comment even if I don't reply and it's all so lovely <3

PROLOGUE / PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / PART 5 / PART 6 / PART 7 / PART 8 / PART 9 / PART 10 / PART 11 / PART 12 / PART 13 / PART 14 / PART 15 / PART 16 / PART 17 / PART 18 / PART 19 / PART 20

WARNING: BLOOD AND VOMIT!

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Abby didn’t bother trying to hide who he was so as soon as you reached the hospital people’s heads turned to stare at the idol. His idea was that the Saja Boys would seem even better to the public if one of them was seen visiting Rumi in hospital, however the amount of attention he got made you feel so uncomfortable.

The boy seemed unfazed by the attention though and trotted over to the front desk, a relaxed smile adorning his face.

“Hi I was hoping I could visit Rumi.” He told the receptionist. The brunette at the desk literally did a double take as the boy spoke to her, her mouth hanging slightly ajar as she took him in.

“Yes sir, I’ll get one of the nurses to take you to her room.” She managed to stutter out after quickly clearing her throat.

“Thanks.” Abby replied gazing around the room while you both waited for a nurse to take you to your sister’s room.

You were fiddling with your fingers unable to hide how nervous you were to finally see your sister and how everything would go after last time Mira and Zoey saw you. Abby seemed to notice as he gently took one of your own hands in his, giving it a reassuring squeeze. A nurse quickly rounded the corner her eyes locking onto you and Abby, a soft smile gracing her features.

“Sir, ma’am, this way.” The nurse told you both leading you down a maze of white corridors.

It wasn’t long until the nurse opened a door and stood aside letting you and Abby both through. Your eyes immediately locked onto your sister, sitting up in her bed her conversation with Zoey halting as she looked over at you.

“Rumi!” You cried rushing over to her and gently throwing your arms around her shoulders.

“(y/n)! Thank goodness you’re okay!” Rumi gasped her own arms wrapping around you tightly.

“Are you okay? What happened?!” You asked pulling back from the hug and holding the girl by her shoulders.

“I’m fine. What do you mean what happened to me? What happened to you??!!” You purple haired sister replied looking you over with worried eyes.

“Why the fuck is he here?” Mira asked glaring at Abby who was just standing by the door awkwardly.

“He is my bodyguard.” You replied simply.

“No he’s a demon and he needs to leave.” Mira snapped.

“No you know what? This demon has saved my ass on multiple occasions, if he wasn’t looking after me I would be dead by now Mira. I don’t care what he is, what any of the boys are, they have been looking after me with so much love and care! So can you just not try to kill him for a few minutes so I can explain all the shit that has been going on for the last few days?!” You ranted giving the girl a stern glare.

Mira looked at you in utter shock for a few moments, glancing between you and Abby a few times before her face went back to her usual resting expression.

“Does the explanation include why Jinu and the other boys attacked me?” Rumi asked slightly hesitant.

“Yes.”

“Alright go for it.”

“First of all The Saja Boys seem to be my soul mates and until they ‘mark me’ my scent will get stronger and continue to draw other demons in. Second of all you know when I got stabbed by that demon, well turns out he poisoned me and I’m slowly dying. The bright side is there’s an antidote but Gwi Ma has this antidote right now and he won’t give it to me or the boys unless they kill you and break the Honmoon. Jinu was attempting to do that when he attacked you, he also did that behind my back so when I found out about it we had a huge issue and I left the apartment on my own and got caught by the same demon who stabbed me. Which leads me to three, the demon guy who stabbed me is going to punish the boys by hurting me every time they fail. So all these injuries I have, are his fault, not the boy’s fault. Any questions?” You dumped all the lore on them.

“So you’re telling me that these 5 demons are in love with you and Gwi Ma is using that to blackmail them into killing us?” Mira asked slowly.

“Yes.” You replied simply.

“But demons can’t love people! They’re demons right?” Zoey asked confused.

“They can love it’s happened before.” You stated subtly glancing at Rumi.

“Surely we would’ve heard about it if it’s happened before.” Mira retorted.

“It has happened before.” Rumi told everyone with a heavy sigh. “My dad was a demon and my mother was a hunter.”

“What?!” Mira and Zoey cried in shock.

“Celine told me Gwi Ma blackmailed your dad with the exact same offer.” You added not skipping a beat.

“What?” Rumi said this time.

“I called her to ask if she knew about my injury. She said your mum was poisoned too, that Gwi Ma would only give your dad the cure if killed the other hunters and broke the Honmoon.”

“So mum died…”

“…Because your dad refused.”

The room was quiet for a few moments as if all four of you tried to absorb all of the information that had just been shared.

“I can’t do this.” Rumi admitted quietly.

“You can’t do what?” You asked confused.

The purple haired girl took your hands in her own, looking up at you with tears streaming down her face.

“I lost my mum and my dad. And I know we’re not blood related but you’re my sister. I can’t lose you!”

You didn’t know how to respond. You didn’t know what words you could even mutter to help the situation. You just stared at her hands holding yours, like she was gripping something she never wanted to let go of. You stared at how hard she sobbed, like her heart was crumbling in her chest. Yet there was nothing you could do to help her.

The crying started off a chain reaction. Zoey coming over and flinging herself onto you, tears also streaming down her face. You could feel her crying soaking through your top with how hard she was crying into your shoulder. With one glance over at Mira you could tell she was also crying but was covering her face with her hair.

“I-It’s fine Celine said she’ll try and find something, I’m sure she’ll come up with something.” You lied, your voice coming out meek and unconvincing.

You felt own tears sting your eyes, your mind coming to terms with what, or who you’d be leaving behind if you did end up dying. You didn’t want to think about it though, you didn’t want to die, but it wasn’t like there was any other choice.

Before you could say or do anything else you felt your wound once more, the injury sending a cruel wave of pain over your body. One of your hands slipped from your sister’s grasp, pressing it to your injury in an attempt to ease the sharp pain. You felt the urge to double over but tried to resist it not wanting to draw any attention to the poison that was once again eating away at you.

“Are you okay?” Mira asked first to notice something off.

“I’m fi-” Before you could finish your lie a sudden flurry of coughs hit you.

You covered your mouth with your hand, a strong iron taste filling your mouth. You didn’t dare move, you already knew the liquid that had leaked into your now shaking hand. Panic got worse when you realised your other hand on your wound could feel your shirt soaking up a warm liquid from underneath.

“Oh my god!” Zoey squealed, blood smeared across the bottom of her hoodie from your wound. “You’re bleeding!”

“Shit.” Abby hissed, pushing the dark haired girl away from you.

You didn’t realise how much Zoey was supporting your body until she was gone, your legs folding in on themselves like they were made of paper. Abby wrapped his arms around your torso gently lowering you to the floor before you could fall.

The moment your thighs hit the floor you weren’t at the hospital anymore, not that you had time to notice. Your body doubled over involuntarily, blood forcing its way out of your mouth alongside another wave of immense pain.

“Fuck!” You heard someone exclaim as you coughed and spluttered trying to get any remaining liquid out of your throat.

You wheezed slightly, tears flowing from your eyes as you wiped at your mouth with back of one of your wrists. It felt like every breath was irritating your abdomen, like it was angry at every sign of life your body clung to. Your body shook violently though you couldn’t figure out if it was from pain, tears or how much you were struggling to breathe.

The world around you was a blur all your senses consumed by your bodies panic and pain. You could see all the blood around you, all over your hands as big red blurs. Your ears filled with the sound of your own heart pumping faster than usual, voices a blur underneath the overpowering sound. You couldn’t even feel the wet liquid all over your hands over the pain than washed over and over you like unrelenting waves in a storm. The taste and smell of your own blood was overpowering, each breath you sucked in hitting you with another urge to puke that you desperately fought back against.

Then out of nowhere you felt something different. A warmth against your back, cradling you. Dry hands slipping into your own and holding you. There was a hand holding your hair out of your face, keeping blood from staining it. There were words making their way to you as your heart slowly lowered in volume. The pain seemed to slowly recede across your body, the ache keeping to your injury freeing the rest of your body over the course of a few minutes of calm.

After a few more deep breathes you finally summoned the strength to look up from the blood stained floor. Your eyes met by a familiar pair of brown framed by perfect black hair, looking at you with an unnatural amount of worry and sadness. You couldn’t keep contact and quickly flicked your vision back down to the ground.

“I-I’m sorry.” You whispered out your voice dry and strained.

“Why an earth are you sorry?” Jinu asked softly.

“I bled all over your floor.” You mumbled struggling to find a real reason for your apology.

“You think I – You think any of us care about the damn floor?” The man said his voice breaking.

“We don’t care about this apartment.” Romance told you running his hand through your hair.

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“We don’t care about this whole fucking world.” Baby said giving you thigh a gentle squeeze.

“We only care about you.” Mystery whispered against your back.

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Lipstick Stains

synop: After getting a makeover from Barry, you go to your game night with Chance and Parker. The two receive lipstick kisses on their cheeks and realize they want more, a lot more. Together they come up with a new game that'll have you kissin' them all over.

words: 5.7K

includes: chancexparkerxgn! reader, afab! reader, kissing, smut, creampie, squirting, marking with lipstick

a/n: This fic was inspired by these drawings by @captainveld! Their art is super duper cute! Also, this is smutty. You know the drill 18+!

“Hmmm… decisions, decisions.” Barry’s fingers danced over the various lipsticks he had gathered. Tongue poking out of his mouth in concentration as he determined what color would fit the look he made for you the best.

Patiently, you sat on the bathroom counter. Legs aimlessly swinging as you watched Barry think on the color.

The man had asked if you would allow him to do your makeup to test out a new eyeshadow. Of course you accepted, loving being pampered.

“Do a neutral, it’ll make the eyeshadow pop!” Bathsheba chimed in.

She had been regaling the latest gossip amongst the objects as Barry worked.

“I think you should do blue.” Jean Loo chimed in.

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have a blue lipstick.” You said with a quirked brown.

“Yes you do! It is right here!” From your lipstick stash he pulled out a blue stick.

“Oh, yeah! That’s not blue though. I think it’s like a berry color. It’s supposed to change to the lips ph, I think.” You shrugged.

“What is ze point of making it blue. Hmm?” Jean Loo pushed the lipstick in your face.

“I dunno, man. Marketing bullshit?” You pushed his hand away from your face.

“Oooh, I just don’t know…” Barry whined to themselves before looking up at you with knitted brows. “What do you think?”

Hopping off the counter you looked over your lipsticks. In the corner you spotted one that never let you down.

“How about a classic red?” You asked, holding up the lipstick.

“Of course!” Barry clasped his hands together. “A classic red lip will definitely complete the look!”

Settling back on the counter, Barry went to work putting on the lipstick. Using a liner for emphasis, then filling it in with the red. When he was done, he clapped his hands in joy.

“Oh you look absolutely gorgeous!” He said.

The man gave you a final spritz of setting spray, then allowed you to look at yourself.

Turning around, your eyes widened. Damn, you looked good. Some might even say, hot. As if confirming your thoughts Amir appeared before you. A look of adoration was sparkling in his eyes as he appraised your appearance.

“My, how lovely you are, Azizam.” He crooned, making you blush.

“Gosh Amir, always such a charmer.” You waved him off with a giggle.

“Only for you.” He pulled your hand to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss on it.

Alarm sounds blasting from your phone startled all of the objects. Quickly you pulled it from your pocket and shut it off.

“S-sorry guys, didn’t mean to scare ya. Just have my alarm reminding me it’s game night in the attic.” You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.

“Aww, does that mean you’re leaving?” Barry pouted.

“Yes, but I’ll see you guys another time.” You wrapped Barry in a hug, who returned the gesture.

“Well, have fun!” He said with a wave.

“But not too much fun!” Bathsheba said as you exited the bathroom.

Quickly, you made your way to the attic, but not before being stopped by your toolbox. Looking over you he gave a wolf-whistle.

“Where you off to lookin’ like that, toots?”

“I’m actually late right now, Tony. So if you’ll please…” You motioned for him to move.

“What’s the rush? Got a hot date, or somethin’?” He waggled his brows suggestively.

“No date, just game night. And I would like to get there sooner than later, please.” You let out an exasperated whine on the last syllable.

“Alright, alright. Have fun, gorgeous!”

Walking away, you blushed. Damn, you have your face beaten one time and now you were having all the objects all over you.

When you entered the attic you saw Parker and Chance already setting up the game. Seeing you walk in, both of the men perked up at your presence. Looking over you, the men’s eyes widened and jaws dropped. Feeling their eyes on you, a blush bloomed on your cheeks. Composing himself, Chance cleared his throat.

“You look good.” His voice slightly cracked.

“Good? You look hot!” Parker said.

That had the red in your cheeks turning a darker shade.

“Oh, um. Thanks guys.” You shyly tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Did you get all gussied up for our game night?” Parker leaned towards you with a suggestive smirk.

“No, I was doing Barry a favor. He wanted to try out a new look on me.”

“Give him my compliments, you do look really good.” Chance blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “N-not that you don’t look good without it, I j-”You placed your finger on Chance’s mouth to shush him.

“Chance, it’s okay. I appreciate that you guys like the look.” You gave him a soft smile that had his heart fluttering.

“Well, now that pleasantries are over. Let’s get this game night goin’!” Parker pumped his fist in the air.

“Hell yeah! What are we playing tonight?” You asked.

“We’re playing Clue! You know how much Chance loves to solve a mystery!” Parker buzzed with excitement.

Letting out a huff of amusement you looked over the board. You reached for the character you always go for, placing it on its starting spot. The yellow piece of Colonel Mustard.

“Colonel Mustard?” Chance raised a curious brow.

“His name is funny to me.” You shrugged with a smirk.

“Well, I’m always Professor Plum.” Chance grabbed the purple piece.

“Why am I not surprised?” You teased.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He smirked.

“Miss Scarlet is supposed to go first, so I guess I’ll choose her.” Parker said.

“I think he just wants to play as Miss Scarlet.” You nudged Chance in the ribs.

“So what if I do? She’s the sexiest piece!” He motioned to the piece on the board.

“The piece is shaped like a pawn?” You quirked a brow.

“Exactly!” Parker said enthusiastically.

Chance shuffled and dealt out all of the cards. You all checked off the cards in your hand on your sheet. Parker grabbed the die and rolled for the first move. It landed on a five.

“Damn, can’t get in a room yet.” He cupped his chin in thought as he looked over the board.

None of you made it to a room yet, thus beginning the next cycle of turns. Parker got into the lounge. He grabbed the knife and Mr. Green.

“I believe it’s Mr. Green in the lounge with the knife.” Parker said, puffing out his chest.

Chance was to Parker’s left. He held out a card for only Parker to see. He nodded, marking the card on his sheet.

“I see, I see. Veeeery interesting…” He narrowed his eyes between you and Chance.

“What? It’s not like we killed Mr. Body.” You chuckled.

“Oh, you may try to act innocent. But it could easily be one of you!” Parker pointed at both of you.

“So what if it is?” Chance joined in the banter. “I doubt you could stop either of us.” An evil glint flashed off of his glasses.

“I don’t think it’s possible for there to be two killers in the game.” Parker huffed out, ever the rules lawyer.

“I suppose you’re right. The night is still young though, let us continue!” You clenched your fist in the air dramatically.

“How awe inspiring, Colonel.” Chance chuckled.

“Why thank you, Professor.” You purred at Chance with a smirk.

At your sultry voice, Chance’s face flushed red. Oh, oh that was really hot. Shaking off his flusteredness, Chance coughed nonchalantly.

“Anyways… guess it’s my turn.” Before Chance could grab the die, Parker spoke.

“Awww, you won’t talk all sexy-like to me?” Parker asked, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You let out a huff of amusement, leaning toward Parker. Noses barely touching, you cupped his cheek.

“Oh, is Miss Scarlet feeling left out?” You purred again, then placed a kiss on his cheek. The bright red lipstick you had on left a stain on his cheek. His cheeks almost matched its color. “Better?” You asked.

“Uhuh.” He nodded in a daze.

Chance felt the room grow hotter. Pulling at his collar, he decided to proceed with the game. Though he couldn’t stop glancing at the kiss mark left on Parker’s cheek. Whatever, it wasn’t a big deal. You were just teasing in the friendly way you always do.

Rolling the die, Chance made it into the library. There he blamed Colonel Mustard for the crime using the candlestick. Shaking your head, you clicked your tongue at Chance.

“You’re blaming me?” You let out a fake scoff. “I’m offended.”

“I’m just playing the game, sweetheart. Take it up with the creators of Clue if you’ve got a problem with it.” Chance shrugged his shoulders with his arms crossed, a teasing smirk on his lips.

Looking through your cards, you found the library. Pulling it out, you showed it to Chance.

“At least part of your guess was wrong.” You teased.

“Oh, I’ll prove who dunnit.” Chance leaned toward you, eyes glancing at your lips expectantly.

Pausing your banter, you pulled back slightly. With a quirked brow you looked between the two. Both of them appeared very flustered.

“Chance?” You asked, a smirk growing on your face.

“Yes?” He wondered where this was going.

“Do you want me to kiss your cheek too?”

Caught red-handed, Chance blushed. Rubbing the back of his neck, he nodded.

“Maybe.”

“Only maybe?” You leaned toward him.

“Okay, yes. I do.” He pouted, looking absolutely adorable.

“You just have to ask, you know?” You teased, leaning toward him.

Again, he blushed at your proximity. Softly, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. Chance held in a content sigh, afraid you’d fluster him even more.

“There you go, now you match!” You giggled at the sight of them with a print of your lips on their cheeks.

Parker stared at you with a dopey smile on his face. Chance was looking at you similarly, a tenderness in his eyes.

“What?” You asked, suddenly feeling very self-conscious.

“Oh nothing!” Parker immediately snapped out of it. “It’s your turn!” He said, pushing the die over to you.

Chance seemed to shake himself out of whatever trance he was in. Returning to your friendly competitive banter.

Ultimately Chance won the game. Guessing correctly that it was Colonel Mustard in the kitchen with the candlestick. It didn’t surprise you that he figured it out so quickly.

As you picked up the game, Chance twiddled his thumbs nervously. You gave him a curious glance.

“Something up, Chance?”

“Oh uh…” He gave you a sheepish look. “Does the winner get anything?” He asked, giving you pleading eyes.

Looking at Parker you raised a confused brow.

“Um, we haven’t done prizes before.” You said. “What exactly do you want?”

“Well, my other cheek is open.” He turned it toward you expectantly.

Letting out a laugh, you shook your head. Placing another kiss on his cheek, you heard Chance sigh.

“There you go.” You pinched his cheek, wiggling it.

“Thanks.” He gave you a look of adoration that had your heart swelling.

“Don’t mention it.”

Beside you, Parker now waited expectantly.

“What about consolation prizes?” He gave you those puppy-dog eyes again.

Rolling your eyes, you planted a kiss on his free cheek. That dopey smile returned to his face.

Pushing off the floor, you dusted yourself off.

“Well, I’ll be off. Gotta say hi to the Breaker Box boys before bed.” You gave them a wave. “Have a goodnight!” You said as you took your leave.

When the boys were left alone, they let out content sighs. Parker touched his cheeks with his hands.

“I’m never washing my face again.” He sighed with a smile.

“Dude, that’s gross. Also, you kinda rubbed off one of the marks.” He pointed at Parker’s right hand.

The man lifted it to his face, seeing red on his fingers.

“Noo!” He reached toward Chance to rub one of his marks off.

“Hey man!” He grabbed Parker’s wrists with a strong grip, stopping him from reaching his cheek.

“But we gotta match.” Parker pouted, still in Chance’s hold.

“No we don’t.”

It suddenly dawned on Parker the precarious position he and Chance were in. A blush blooming on his face at his proximity to the man, plus being restrained by him.

“Eh, when did you get so strong?” Parker leaned toward Chance as much as he could with a smirk.

Shrugging his shoulders, Chance leaned in. Pressing a deep kiss to Parker’s lips. The other man’s eyes widened at the surprise action, then he pulled away. Chance still had his grip on Parker’s wrists and pulled him back in.

“Golly… you uh…” He trailed, looking at Chance’s lips.

“Parker, do you want me to kiss you again?” Chance teased with a smirk.

“Yes?” Parker had no idea how to feel about this turn of events.

“Is that a question?” Chance quirked a brow.

“I think I very much would, but…” He bit his lip, recalling his rules. “But we haven’t rolled the relationship dice.”

“Fuck the relationship dice.” Chance released his wrists, opting to hold his hands. “I know you’ve got your ‘thing’,” Chance waved his hand around for emphasis, “but I would prefer to just admit that I like you, you know?”

“That’s a bit hypocritical coming from a guy that rolled a die on his last date.” Parker teased, gripping onto Chance’s hands.

“I might’ve been trying to get out of a bad date. Penelope is sweet, but uh, not really my type.”

“What is your type?” Parker asked, eyes sparkling.

“Dorky board games that are a little too obsessed with rules?” Chance chuckled, a blush dusting his cheeks.

“Oh that’s not your only type…” Parker nodded to the door.

Waving his head side to side, Chance let out a sigh.

“I guess… but they’re always so occupied with the other objects.”

“We could occupy their time.” Parker gave Chance a suggestive look.

“I’m listening…”

In the Breaker Box you were listening to the poor croons of Johnny Splash. Occasionally sending him polite applause. Eddie graciously provided you drinks on the house to help you drown out the sour notes.

“Ah! Live wire! Long time no see! Where have you been running off to?” Volt joined you and Eddie at the bar, leaning against the counter.

“Oh here and there, in my house, of course.” You sent him a smirk.

“Of course. I was just asking because you are mighty prettied up tonight.” His eyes landed on your red lips. By this point the lipstick was slightly smeared. “Have fun on your daily escapades?” He licked his thumb, then stroked off the streak at the corner of your lips.

The action had you blushing.

“Volt, be nice…” Eddie gave the other man a look of warning.

“What? I haven’t done anything.” He gave Eddie a charming smile.

The man behind the bar rolled his eyes.

“I know you, you fuckin’ tease.”

“Actually, I do want to talk about it.” You looked down at the counter, trailing a finger across it.

Both of the men turned their attention toward you.

“So, I know some of the objects like me… like romantically.” You said softly.

“Some?” Volt and Eddie shared a look.

You looked at them with a confused gaze.

“Or maybe they don’t?” You bit your lip.

“That is not at all what I was insinuating, Live wire.” Volt leaned his face toward you.

He caressed your cheek, sending a shock through you.

“Oh.” You got the message, nodding.

“I’m assuming you are wondering if a specific object likes you?” Eddie chimed in.

Turning back to him, you nodded.

“Uh, yeah.” You felt yourself flush, feeling like a school girl.

“Care to tell us who the lucky object is?” Volt pried.

“Chance and Parker.”

Eddie let out a chuckle with a smirk.

“What?” You asked.

“Seriously?” He leaned on the counter, that smug smirk still on his face.

“Yes, seriously.” You pouted.

“I know you can be kind of oblivious at times, but I didn’t take you to be THIS oblivious.” He poked you on the forehead.

“O-oblivious?” You sputtered. “I’m not oblivious. And I’m not particularly entertained by this vagueness.” You crossed your arms, narrowing your eyes at the man.

“Darling, those boys are very much in love with you.” Volt said what the two were thinking.

That had your face turning an even deeper shade of red.

“In l-love?” You shook out of your flustered state. “How do you even know that?”

“Takes one to know one, I suppose.” Eddie said extremely nonchalantly.

Your mouth dropped open in shock, but you couldn’t find any words to say back at that revelation.

“I’m too drunk for this.” You pushed yourself up from the bar. “But we will be discussing this later.” You pointed at Eddie and Volt.

“I look forward to it, Live wire.” Eddie gave you a tender look before waving you off.

When you exited the Breaker Box, you readied yourself for bed. However, you couldn’t get to sleep. Tossing and turning at thoughts of Parker and Chance. Did they really feel the same way as you? You guessed they enjoyed you kissing them on the cheek, but a lot of the objects appreciated your physical affection even if they weren’t attracted to you.

Groaning, you pressed your palms to your eyes. Next game night you were going to have to confront this. Unbeknownst to you, they were planning on confronting it as well.

Soon enough, the night arrived. Waltzing into the attic, you gave the men a confused look. There wasn’t a game board or cards set up, not even a twister mat on the floor. Both of them gazed at you in a way they hadn’t before. It sent a shiver up your spine. Hunger. That’s what filled their eyes as you made your way toward them.

Tentatively, you sat down in your usual circle. Wringing your hands together, you felt sweat prick at your forehead. You couldn’t recall ever feeling like this around them. Why hadn’t they said anything yet?

“H-hey guys. What are we playing tonight?” You asked.

“A new game,” Chance said lowly, pulling out two dice.

“We came up with it ourselves.” Parker added, a smile on his face coupled with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Right… what is it?” You wondered where this was going.

You watched Parker pull something out from his pocket, he held it out to you. Quirking a brow you took the object. It was your red lipstick.

“You should put that on.” Parker said.

“You guys are being extremely cryptic.” You looked between the two of them, hoping one would explain what was going on. Neither of them did, instead waiting for you to do what Parker said.

Shrugging your shoulders, you did what they asked. Using an old mirror in the corner of the attic to do so properly. Returning to the men, they felt like they could drool. The red on your lips making them buzz with excitement.

“Okay, I did what you asked.” You sat back down on the floor. “What now?”

“Now, we play the game.” Chance said, setting the dice in the middle.

“Can you tell me the rules for this game?” Your gaze darted between the two.

Heat prickled at your skin. Both of them still had that hungry look in their eyes. Like they wanted to pounce on you. They did, but you didn’t know that. At least… not yet.

“Chance and I are gonna roll the dice, and you’ll have to give us a kiss on the face that many times.” Parker said, puffing out his chest proudly.

You giggled, it seemed so childish. Thinking back to your conversation with Eddie, you realized he might’ve been onto something. Smirking to yourself, you nodded. Sure, you could go along with their silly game.

“Okay… and what exactly is the goal?” You leaned toward the two.

“Uh, whoever makes you lose all of your lipstick is the winner.” Parker gulped at your proximity. A heat shooting through him as you gave him a lustful gaze.

“And what does the winner win?” You smirked at the men’s now flustered state.

“An actual kiss!” Chance blurted, red in the face.

“Why did you guys come up with this game?” You pushed, wondering if they would cave.

“Oh you know…” Chance rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what to say. “Board games can get pretty, boring?”

“Hey!” Parker smacked him on the shoulder.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” Chance raised his hands in defense.

Huffing with a pout, Parker turned his attention back to you.

“What he means is we wanted to try something new.”

“I see.” You let out a huff of amusement. “So who goes first? Miss Scarlet?” You purred leaning toward Parker. “Or Professor Plum?” You did the same to Chance, the smirk on your face growing as the men became extremely flustered.

“I-I believe we agreed on a coin toss.” Chance pulled a coin from his pocket, handing it to you.

“Seems fair enough. Whose heads?” You asked.

“I can be!” Parker exclaimed.

“Cool. Here we go!”

You flipped the coin, letting it land on the back of your hand with a slap. Pulling your hand away, it was tails side up. Smirking at Chance, you leaned toward him.

“So I guess it’s your turn then?”

Gulping, Chance nodded.

“Make your roll, Chance.” You said lowly, gesturing to the dice.

Picking up the dice with both hands, he closed his eyes and shook. Releasing the dice, you watched with bated breath as they clattered to the floor. Two threes.

“Six.” He let out a harsh breath, unsure if he was actually ready to go through with him and Parker’s plan.

“C’mere big guy.” You motioned him forward, then climbed into his lap.

Large warm hands landed on your hips, pulling your body flushed to his.

“Six kisses then?” You murmured, pressing your forehead against his.

“Mhmm.” He squeaked out, nervous sweat prickling on his forehead.

Softly, you pressed kisses over his cheeks. One on each cheek, then his nose. Deciding to have some fun, you trailed your lips down. Placing three kisses down his neck. He did his best, but he couldn’t fully stifle the groan your actions elicited. The sound shooting straight to your core.

Leaning back, you looked at Parker. He shivered at your gaze.

“Your turn.” You said, crawling off of Chance’s lap.

“Y-yeah, it is.” Parker grabbed the dice with shaky hands.

Rolling them, they landed on a four and five.

“Hmm, nine then? How’s the lipstick looking so far?” You looked at both the men.

“A little faded, but there’s still a lot there.” Chance answered.

Satisfied with the response, you crawled into Parker’s lap. His hands were shaking as he grabbed onto your waist.

“Nervous?” You teased, rubbing your nose against his.

“A bit.” He said quietly.

“Don’t be.”

You began giving him kisses. Six on his face over his cheeks and nose, then you trailed down his neck.

“Oh! Oh golly!” He keened when your lips pressed into the crook of his neck.

Deciding to have a bit more fun, you licked a stripe against the spot.

“Oooh, f-fuck!” Parker grit his teeth.

“How’s it look now?” You looked over at Chance.

“S-still some there.” His breathing had become labored.

“Guess it’s your turn again.”

Chance rolled a five. Again, you crawled into his lap. Through his pants you could see a tent forming. Biting your lip, you decided to tease him. Pressing a kiss against his neck, he groaned.

“Are you enjoying this?” You breathed against his neck, making him shiver.

In response, he nodded. His throat suddenly felt very dry.

“Words, Chance.” You admonished him with a click of your tongue.

“Yes.” He croaked.

“Mmm, good boy.” Your words had him shivering, gripping your hips tighter.

Pressing more kisses up the column of his throat, you gave him a little nip just for good measure. Your last kiss was planted on his forehead. Pulling away, you smiled down at him. Looking up at you, Chance was in a daze. Eyes blissed out from your kisses.

“It’s Parker’s turn, again.” You were about to turn around, but Chance held you in place.

“No, he lost.” Chance rubbed his thumb over your lips, nothing was on his finger. “I win.” He said lowly.

Before you had an opportunity to say anything, Chance’s lips pressed against yours hungrily. Your eyes widened, then fluttered shut as you pressed a kiss back. His tongue lapped at your lower lip, so you opened your mouth slightly. Tongues tangling, you let out a soft sigh. He tasted really good. The same could be said about you.

From the sidelines, Parker watched as you made out with Chance. Biting his lip, he reached for the bulge forming in his pants. Moaning, he gave himself a light squeeze. Oh, he could watch you and Chance go at it for ages.

“H-holy crit!” Chance gasped out, looking blissfully at you. “You’re perfect.” He nuzzled his nose against yours.

Kissing his nose, you attempted to get out of his grasp. However, his hands tightened on you once more. The look in his eyes grew dark.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked lowly.

“I-I thought you won a kiss. I gave you one.”

“Mmm… I suppose so. But did you really think that’s all we wanted from you?”

Oh. Ohhhhh. Your eyes widened as you shivered at his words.

“If I may, I have a sneaky suspicion you feel the same as us.” Chance pressed another heated kiss to your lips.

Biting your lip, you nodded in response.

“Use your words.” Chance echoed your command from earlier.

“Yes, I do want more. I want you.” You looked over your shoulder. “Both of you.”

It was as if a switch had been flipped on for the both of them. Parker and Chance practically pounced on you. The former capturing your lips, finally being able to kiss you. Not holding back, he let out a whine. Your tongues intertwined as you felt Chance’s mouth on your neck. No doubt, he was leaving marks that you would have the luxury of witnessing tomorrow.

Keening, you pressed your chest up against Parker. He took that as a sign to start removing your clothes. Practically ripping your shirt off, he threw it to the ground. Mouthing down the front of your body, Parker also marked up your neck. Nibbling down your skin till he reached your nipples. His tongue and mouth lavished them till they were perky. Parker appreciated his handiwork with a nod before returning his mouth to yours.

Reaching around your front, Chance began to lower your pants. Shuffling around, you helped him remove the article. Suddenly, his fingers had found their way to your clit. Your pussy already soaked from the start of your activities.

“Damn,” Chance groaned against your throat, “you really have wanted this.” Slipping a finger inside you, he made you moan. “Parker, look.” He grabbed the other man’s attention.

Moaning, Parker caught sight of your sopping cunt. Chance’s thick finger pumping in and out of you, palm grinding against your clit.

“Oh golly,” Parker whined. His eyes transfixed on Chance’s hand fucking in and out of you.

“Why don’t you help Parker?” Chance suggested to you, nipping on your sweet spot.

“Oh! Okay!” You groaned as Chance’s finger curled inside you.

With shaky hands you helped Parker out of his complex outfit, leaving him bare. His cock standing at attention with a bead of precum beading at the tip. Licking your lips, you took in the sight before you. Parker’s lean but slightly muscular frame, his flushed face and kiss bitten lips. He looked absolutely wonderful.

“Mmm… look at that.” Chance groaned against you. “You two look so good. So beautiful, so handsome…” He purred nosing up your throat. “So perfect!” He pressed another finger into your cunt, making you cry out.

With what little thought you had, you reached toward Parker. Hand wrapping around his hard length. At your touch, Parker let out a whine. Using your thumb, you flicked at the underside of the head. Through clenched teeth, Parker let out a pleasurable hiss.

Leaning over, your mouth enveloped his cock. The action had the man crying out. Fuck, your mouth felt amazing. Popping off of his cock, you licked a stripe from the base to the tip. Hand lightly cupping his balls as you returned to sucking him off.

“Fuck,” Chance groaned as he made eye-contact with Parker. He shivered at the sight of you blowing him.

Around his fingers he felt your pussy tightening, signaling your impending orgasm. He continued to pump curled fingers in and out of you, bringing you closer and closer to your peak.

“Cum for me, then you can take me. Can you do that?” Chance groaned as you clenched around his fingers. Around Parker’s cock, you moaned in response. The feeling had Parker’s brain turn to mush.

One final pump of Chance’s fingers had you gushing over his hand. Your plush walls clamping around the digits as you let out a low groan around Parker’s cock. The man in front of you moaned at the sight. Loving how your body shivered as Chance brought you down from your high.

Slipping out of your cunt, Chance brought one of his fingers to his mouth. Sucking off your essence, he groaned. Fuck, you tasted good. Parker had to enjoy this too. Crawling from behind you, Chance pressed his fingers into Parker’s awaiting mouth. The taste almost had him cumming right then and there. Eyes rolling back as his tongue swirled between Chance’s fingers. All the while, you were still sucking on his cock. Glazed over eyes indicating how cock-drunk you already were.

Taking that as his cue, Chance stripped himself down. Returning to his spot behind you, Chance lined up his cock with your sopping entrance. Teasingly, he rubbed up and down your folds. From behind you could feel how big and thick he was, oh he was gonna fill you real nice.

Slowly, he pressed into you. Tip pushing past that first ring of resistance, then fully pressing inside. Both of you groaned at the feeling. Your plush gummy walls tightening around him as he began to pump inside you.

Parker was getting close. With you moaning around his cock, and now having the show of Chance fucking you, he was gonna burst.

For Parker’s sake, Chance went slowly at first. Wanting to see the man finish in your mouth. Then, he would ruin you.

Warm hands caressed your body as you were fucked. Chance leaned his body over yours, pressing his cock deep inside of you. The tip pushing against that gummy sweet spot inside. The whine that escaped your mouth at the feeling was Parker's undoing.

“Ah, oh, gosh. Oh golly, oh mmph!” He whined as he shot hot ropes of cum down your throat.

One of his hands was in your hair as he fucked into your mouth, chasing the feeling of his release. In a daze you swallowed his cum, not realizing the action until Parker let out a low groan at the sight.

“Y-you’re so fucking good.” Parker flopped onto his back, catching his breath after cumming so hard.

With Parker satisfied, Chance took that as his cue to fuck you silly. Strong, warm hands gripping your hips with bruising strength, he pummeled in and out of your sopping cunt. Wet sounds filling the attic as the man fucked into you mercilessly. Your face was pressed against the floor, mouth open as a stream of moans and whimpers escaped you. Pressing you further into the floor, Chance’s body pushed against your back. His strong chest and soft tummy holding you down as his cock brutalized your internal sweet spot.

Another orgasm was building in your belly. A heat growing with each precise thrust against your gummy spot. It had you crying out, hands scrabbling around for purchase.

“That’s right, take it. Mmph, you take us so well.” Chance softly bit your shoulder, sending pleasurable pain through you.

The feeling had you clenching around Chance. You were so close. He was too. Those thick fingers found their way to your clit, circling around the sensitive nub. Shocks of pleasure had you squeezing around him tightly. Each push and swirl drawing you closer and closer till you finally snapped.

With a final cry, your pussy clenched around Chance’s length. Through gritted teeth, he groaned. Hot ropes of cum filled your sopping cunt. The warmth had you humming in bliss. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as your body shook with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Chance ran his hands over your body soothingly. Pressing kisses down your back before pulling out of you. Groaning, Chance watched as your mixed spend dripped down your thighs. A sight he could certainly get used to.

The three of you caught your breaths and returned to your senses. All of you realizing you were very much not done with each other. Finding yourself tangling together once more. This time your pussy pulled against Parker’s face as Chance fucked into him. Parker growing addicted to the taste of you and Chance together, hoping to add his own to your cunt.

Soon enough he did. You rode the man as Chance watched from the sidelines, catching his breath. Shivering, you and Parker came together. Kissing him deeply, you came down from your highs.

Eventually, you were snuggled together on the hard floor. Sweaty and absolutely fucked out of your minds. Looking at both of the men at your sides, you softly smiled.

“You know, Volt and Eddie told me you two love me.” You said.

“Did they, now?” Chance leaned on his elbow, looking down on you.

“They did.” You nodded.

“Well, I do love you.” Parker pulled your body to his, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I love you too.” You reached both of your hands to caress their faces.

Kissing your palm, Chance nodded.

“I love you.” He made eye contact with Parker. “Both of you.”

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mattsmadness · 2 days ago

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A Bond Beyond the Stars p.3

Pairing: Clark Kent x Reader

Summary:

Clark Kent never believed in soulmates, at least, not until he met her. Drawn together by a mysterious pull he can't explain, he soon discovers that the bond between them might be far more than just a coincidence.

Tags/Warnings: soulmate au, unknown biology, Superman 2025 spoileres

WC: 6.3k

A/N: Idk where this fic is even going so hold on everyone

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

The whole world was watching Superman.

But she was watching Clark.

Every news cycle seemed to spin tighter around him, the press like wolves circling a lion—anxious, eager, a little afraid. Lex Luthor had gone from an undercurrent to a full-blown headline. A ruthless mind, brilliant and venomous, slithering through boardrooms and broadcasts with carefully worded takedowns of Superman’s existence. Most of the public couldn’t see it, not yet. But she could. She could see the obsession tightening behind Lex’s eyes in every clipped interview and "hypothetical" public address.

And the worst part?

Clark was the one interviewing Superman.

The Daily Planet, known for its award-winning journalistic integrity, had exactly one voice authorized to speak for the Man of Steel. One reporter who somehow got every exclusive quote, every inside scoop. One glasses-wearing farm boy with a slow drawl and big hands and "nothing to hide" who was, to her horror and delight, increasingly bad at keeping secrets.

And Lois Lane was catching on.

She’d brought it up over coffee the other morning. “Doesn’t it seem weird to you?” she asked Jimmy. “That Clark keeps getting all the Superman quotes?”

Jimmy shrugged and mumbled something about "Midwestern charm."

But Lois wasn’t buying it.

Clark, meanwhile, was doing his best to lay low, which meant kissing her half to death in the mornings before dashing out the window and hoping no one from the newsroom happened to be looking up.

She understood why he was so insistent about keeping their relationship quiet. Superman couldn’t have a girlfriend. Superman belonged to the world. But Clark Kent could have someone. Someone soft and small. Someone whose hands fit perfectly against his chest, whose eyes lit up when he opened the door, who made the whole Fortress feel like a home the second she stepped inside it.

She got it. But it didn’t make it easier.

Especially not when her boyfriend was getting stared down by Lex Luthor and starting to draw suspicion from his coworkers, and still refused to let her do the dishes when he came over.

“Babe, you do not need to fold my laundry,” she grumbled, trying to wrestle a towel away from him.

He just grinned. “I like taking care of you.”

“You already do! You fly me to see sunsets. You open every door. You stare at me like I’m made of gold,”

“Because you are.”

“—and now you want to iron my socks?”

“They’re wrinkly,” he said, dead serious.

She sighed. “You know, this relationship is starting to feel like Twilight.”

He blinked. “The sparkly vampire one?”

“Yes. You’re giving Edward Cullen if Edward was raised by Martha Kent and had better communication skills.”

Clark leaned in, nosing along her cheek. “So…you’re saying I sparkle?”

“I’m saying you sparkle with purpose.”

He laughed into her neck and pulled her onto his lap, his arms already curling around her like muscle memory. He was warm, too warm, always running hotter than any normal man should. His fingers laced behind her back like he couldn’t bear to let go even for a second.

And then came the thump.

And the howl.

And the crash from the living room.

Clark stiffened. “Oh no.”

“What the hell was that?”

“Uh. Kara.”

She blinked. “Kara is in the living room?”

“She dropped something off.”

The “something” was currently chewing on the arm of their couch.

It was white. Huge. Furry. And had laser vision, apparently, because the moment it spotted her, it bounded across the room, knocked over a lamp, and body-slammed her legs with enough force to take down a grown man.

“Krypto,” Clark groaned, rubbing his face. “Down.”

The dog looked up at Clark like, No thoughts. Only love. Then it immediately turned back to her and licked her from chin to forehead in one go.

“Hi,” she wheezed. “You must be the goodest boy from outer space.”

Clark cleared his throat. “Mostly good.”

“He has teeth, Clark.”

“He’s just excited. He loves you.”

That part, at least, was true. Krypto was massive and alarmingly fast, but he wouldn’t leave her side. On their evening walk, he trotted between her and the street like a very toothy bodyguard, growling softly at passing garbage trucks and anyone who looked even slightly suspicious.

Clark watched the whole thing with a dopey grin.

“He’s got good instincts,” he said, hand on her lower back. “Can’t blame him for being protective.”

“You already do that.”

“Not when he’s around,” Clark murmured. “It’s nice. Having someone else watch over you when I can’t.”

The tenderness in his voice made her stop mid-step. She looked up at him, her Clark, her Superman, and for a moment, she saw the full weight he carried. Not just as a hero, but as a man in love. A man who worried. A man who had enemies now. Powerful ones. Ones who might not stop until they destroyed him or used her to do it.

“Clark…” she said gently.

He kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose. “I’m okay. Just don’t like leaving you alone.”

“You’d hover over me like a drone if you could.”

“Wouldn’t even blink.”

“I think Krypto would compete for the job.”

Clark looked down at the dog, who was currently chewing a stick and watching her like she might evaporate.

He nodded approvingly. “He’s hired.”

Back at their apartment, Clark brought in takeout and pretended like the weight of the world wasn’t pressing harder by the day. Lois was asking more questions. Lex Luthor was scheduling interviews and “leaks” designed to undermine Superman’s integrity. The Fortress felt cold lately, more echo than home, and the robots had started doing maintenance scans on Clark every time he arrived, like even the Kryptonian tech was sensing something coming.

She lay on the couch while Krypto snored against her legs and Clark flipped through the evening news with a frown.

He wasn’t Superman when he was with her. Not entirely. He was Clark. Her Clark. But even she could see it—how the lines between the two were starting to blur. The strain. The duality. The danger creeping in through every crack.

She reached for his hand and threaded their fingers together.

“I’ve got you,” she said.

He leaned down and kissed her slow, his voice a whisper in her ear.

“You always have.”

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There’s a particular silence that follows an international crisis. It’s heavy, strained. The kind of quiet that creeps under the skin, settling just behind your ribs like a stone. And when that quiet is paired with the knowledge that the man you love just threw himself between two warring nations and now has a godlike hammer forged for war after him, you don’t really… sleep. You wait.

The news plays on mute in the background, even though I’ve read every headline, every shaky op-ed about Superman: Savior or Saboteur? and the increasingly public question of where the line is between heroism and intervention. I already know what they're going to say. That he had no right to interfere. That he stopped the war too fast. That maybe, just maybe, the world was better before he started caring.

They don’t know him. Not like I do.

Clark had returned from stopping the Boravia Jarhanpur war bruised, bloodied, and heartbreakingly silent. He didn’t come home that night; he went straight to the Fortress.

"Too dangerous for you, sweetheart," he’d murmured over the phone, voice thick with guilt and pain. "I just need a day. Or two."

So I waited. Because that’s what you do when your soulmate is a walking miracle with a target on his back. You keep living. You feed Krypto. You lie to your friends and pretend you’re not worried sick.

Krypto gives a low, grumbly sigh and thuds down beside me on the apartment rug, massive head in my lap. He’s never far from me these days. Kara left him in our care while she "partied responsibly" off-world. ("We can't get drunk on planets with yellow suns," Clark had muttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh.)

“He’s fine,” I tell the dog. Myself. “He’s probably arguing with FOUR about rest protocols again. You know how he gets.”

Krypto hums. He doesn’t believe me either.

“Wait, so you’re telling me,” Lois says, pointing at me with a glittering pink nail, “that you trust your mysterious boyfriend enough not to question where he is after an international war, but not enough to tell me what he actually does?”

“I didn’t say I don’t trust him.” I swirl my wine around in the glass, eyeing her over the rim. “I said I trust him too much. There’s a difference.”

Lois Lane, Pulitzer-prize-winning investigative journalist and queen of eagle-eyed suspicions, narrows her eyes. She’s been circling this conversation all night—gently, playfully—but every so often there’s a sharp glint in her questions that makes me wonder if she’s really joking.

“Mhmm,” she says. “And you have no idea why Clark Kent has been the only reporter to consistently land interviews with Superman?”

I take a sip. “Maybe they go to the same barber.”

Lois snorts into her glass. “Cute.”

We’re knee-deep in movie night fluff, face masks on, wine flowing, and some old vampire flick playing in the background. Lois is on one end of the couch, wrapped in a throw blanket like a cape; I’m on the other, with Krypto in the middle like a self-appointed security pillow. His tail thumps every time I laugh. Every time I speak. He’s a menace on walks, growls at passing cars and pigeons with equal suspicion, but he’s good. Deep-down good. And fiercely protective.

Clark calls him “a chaotic good boy.” I call him my fluffy guardian.

I miss Clark.

“Alright,” Lois says finally, setting her glass down. “I’ll let it go. For now.”

“Thank you.” I smile, even though my chest aches. “I’ll try to be more mysterious next time.”

“You already are, girl.” She bumps my foot. “It’s kind of annoying how soft and gooey he gets around you.”

“I know,” I say, grinning despite myself. “He’s like a golden retriever in a farm boy’s body.”

“Correction: a very hot farm boy.” Lois raises her eyebrows. “You don’t have to lie to me.”

“I would never,” I laugh.

Then the wall explodes.

Not literally, but the sound is catastrophic. The apartment window shudders as a massive weight crashes into the balcony door. Krypto barks, leaps over the couch, and Lois screams bloody murder while I bolt to my feet.

Smoke. Glass. A flurry of red and blue—

And then I see him.

Clark. Still dressed as Superman. Crumpled on the living room floor.

“—Clark!”

I’m already by his side, sliding to my knees. His cape’s torn, suit scorched, his hair disheveled and damp with sweat.

“Sweetheart,” I whisper, cupping his jaw.

“I’m fine,” he rasps. “Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Too late.” My hands roam frantically over his chest, checking for bleeding. “Clark, what the hell—”

He curls into me like gravity itself is too much to fight. His head dips to my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck.

Lois is frozen. Her jaw is on the floor.

“You crashed through your own apartment,” she manages to say. “Clark Kent is Superman?”

Clark groans into my collarbone.

I sigh. “Surprise?”

Later, after Krypto has finally stopped growling at the window and Lois has called Perry White (followed by a muttered I knew it, I freaking knew it), Clark is half-asleep on the couch, curled around me like he might shatter if he doesn’t stay touching me.

Lois is still here, seated in one of our kitchen chairs with a notebook already out. Her reporter brain flipped back on the moment the shock wore off.

“So,” she says slowly, “you stopped the war. The Hammer of Boravia threw you into the ocean. And now the world thinks you overstepped.”

Clark lifts his head. “They’re right to ask questions.”

“They’re scared,” I say gently.

He leans into my hand as I touch his hair. “But I had to stop it. I had to. I couldn’t just watch people die.”

Lois’s pen is poised above the page, but her expression is soft now. "We can talk about ethics another time. But we’re going to have to control the narrative. Luthor’s going to spin this however he wants.”

“He already is,” I murmur. “He’s obsessed with Superman, Clark. He’s not going to stop until he brings you down.”

Clark’s jaw tightens. “Let him try.”

I don’t doubt him. Not for a second. He’s fire and steel and kindness wrapped into one impossible man. But I also see the weight on him. The exhaustion. The moral war behind those soft, storm-gray eyes.

Krypto pads over and presses his big head into Clark’s side.

Clark cracks a small smile and pets him. “Good boy. You protected her while I was gone?”

Krypto sneezes.

I chuckle. “He barked at a balloon the other day and wouldn’t let me walk past it.”

“He’s a hero.” Clark kisses my shoulder. Then my cheek. Then my jaw.

“Clark,” I whisper, trying not to melt. “Lois is right there.”

“I’m hurt,” he says dramatically. “I need affection. I need...kisses.”

“You need rest,” I say.

“You can do both,” Lois offers from the kitchen, entirely unfazed.

Clark grins, the same boyish thing he’d flashed at me the first time he asked me out, with a sunflower in hand and his tie on crooked. “Told you she was smart.”

By the time the night ends, Lois has promised not to publish anything until Clark decides how to proceed. She hugs me tight before she leaves, whispering, “You’re braver than me,” into my ear.

I whisper back, “You’d do the same if he looked at you like this.”

Clark is already in bed when I crawl in beside him. He rolls over immediately, pulling me into his chest, wrapping around me like a blanket.

“You scared me,” I murmur, fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. “You can’t crash through walls like that. We’re on a budget.”

“I’ll patch it tomorrow,” he says. “Probably.”

“Clark.”

“Okay,” he relents, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll do it now.”

But he doesn’t move. Just buries his face into my neck again, hand splayed across my lower back like it’s the only place he belongs.

“I’ll fix the world tomorrow,” he mumbles.

I close my eyes.

“Just stay with me tonight,” he adds. “Let me be Clark tonight.”

“You’re always Clark to me,” I whisper.

Even when the world doesn’t understand him. Even when Lex Luthor tries to rewrite the truth. Even when galaxies shift and power makes people afraid—

He’s just mine. And I’m his.

Always.

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#clark kent x female reader #clark kent x reader #superman x reader #superman 2025 #soulmate au #krypto #krypto is a good dog #lois lane is a girls girl #wow we're bad at keeping secret #where is this fic even going ?#no smut yet

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gay-dorito-dust · 3 days ago

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Can I request ‘It’s always been you’ with Johnny?

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'it's always been you, you know.' Johnny spoke within the dead of night. 'it could only ever be you.'

You furrowed your brows as you looked at the blonde, wondering where this came from, only to find that he was already looking at you with those deeply expressive brown eyes.

'What're you doing Jonathan.' You said as you leaned agaisnt the balcony of the baxter building, going back to overlooking the city that you both swore to keep safe when you found his gaze too much to bear, seeing the civilians on the streets that would wave up at you and johnny both upon noticing you both as you both waved back in kind. 'You sound as though you've reached an epiphany, a realisation that you should've seen from the start.' You add as you dared to look back at him again, hoping that he would find something else to look at, only to be proven wrong when his dark eyes found yours with effortless ease.

'i guess i did.' He tells you as he made sutble movements to be closer to you until his shoulder was brushing up agaisnt your own, his warmth was already beyond human and so feeling him near you made you feel as though a protective barrier was formed, keeping the cold away from biting your skin as though it was the greatest sin it would ever commit. 'i say that becuase i don't want to waste more time then i already have, and i have wasted enough time looking elsewhere for what i've been wanting when i could've just looked right beside me this entire time.' He finishes as he reaches to hold your hand in his own as you allowed him the luxary to caress the lines upon your palms, tracing them with eagerness and a softness and in a way where he felt like the most familair thing in your life.

The thing was that you weren't being ironic or joking either becuase you would absoltuely know Johnny by touch and sense alone, his touch was burned and seered within the corners of your mind that even if you forget him, you would know he was the most important person in your life from how he touched you. His touches could be playful as slinging his arm over your shoulder, pulling you to his side by your elbow or putting both of his hands upon your shoulders when you were sitting down. His touches could be serious as him pushing you behind him when he percived a threat, gripping your wrist in his hand when he didn't want you to wander off too far from his sight or how he'd make sure you were within rage for him to grab and fly off if he thought you were in danger.

His touches held all the emotions he wanted to say but couldn't and so when he was caressing the lines of your palm before slowly, almost intimatetly draw his fingers up against yours before intertwining them tightly together, making it impossible for you to pull away from him. You knew what he was doing, how could you not when he purposfully brought you here to be alone with him, to be in close proximatey with him despite how spacious the balcony actually was, to see how his eyes seemed to let you know the words that would come out of his mouth before he actually said them.

So you said them first for him.

'You finally confessing that you were wrong to chase after other women, knowing that their fancy in you was shallow and superficial, now finally realising that it's me that has ever been true and honest with you instead of an ass kisser?' You asked and Johnny could only smile in disbelief as a laugh left his lips.

'guess i don't have to wax poetry to you if you already know what i'm about to say.' He says, leaning to rest his forhead agaisnt yours, 'but i'm guess that's what i love best about you. You've been with me for as long as i can remeber and have seen me at my worst and at what i'd hope to be my best, and you've never once left me for not living up to my true potential but instead stand by me through it all and fight with me and fight me.'

You didn’t say much, just allowed for his words to wash over you, allowing you to sink in what had been writhing within the depths of his heart for a long time, just tucked away in the depths of his denial until it was proven too true to ignore.

‘You could say that when things got hot you weren’t scared of getting burnt.’ He joked and you couldn’t help but allow a small smile cross your lips, which made his smile widen at the fact that he had elicit that reaction from you.

‘No you were fireproof for how long you’ve had to withstand me for, you held me when I felt like I was burning from the inside out and didn’t want you anywhere near me, but you clung on and I couldn’t be happier that you did.’ He says softly now, his eyes were like two pools of chocolate, sweet, warm and deep enough to get lost within that you almost didn’t notice him nudging his nose to yours. ‘For I found that I was holding you just as tightly, greedily, wanting to keep your attention for myself while not giving you mine. Now I want to give you all my attention, only if you let me that is.’ He concludes as his fingers were restless within your interlocked hands, you squeezed them softly as to reassure him that there was no such need for that restlessness, not when you were about to put them to rest with a few choice words:

‘I would love nothing more then to be the one you are transfixed by, the one that makes it impossibly difficult to look away from, so call me greedy but I want all your attention for myself.’ You tell him and could’ve sworn you saw his shoulders flicker with flames for a brief second, but couldn’t focus on it for long when the hothead you dearly adored had his lips pressed against yours in the most anticipated kiss of your life.

He took your breath away both literally and figuratively, but you managed to get a grip and find yourself following the pace Johnny was setting, soft and slow and sweet as you both weaved your lips between each others; deliberately in a form of savouring the taste of the other and committing it to memory for the other kisses that you were bound to share, initially ignoring the lack of air you were getting until it was too much to ignore and you were forced to pull away, much to both of yours dismay.

‘You ready to be annoyed by how much I love you?’ Johnny asked a little breathlessly.

You pecked his lips, loving the lovesick look upon his face and secretly hoping you would be subject to seeing it more often. ‘Annoy me all you like because I’ll only embrace every bit of it, for I know that’s how you love and I love you for all your worth, and to me that’s everything.’ You tell him as you then shuffled yourself under his chin to leech off of his warmth and sighed. ‘Now give me your warmth hot stuff.’ You added as Johnny laughed, caging you in his arms and his hands began to rub up and done your back.

‘You got it, whatever my starlight wishes.’ He says with equal playfulness as he kisses your head, watching over the city that would be alight with news of this union in the morning.

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scorpioseaside · 10 hours ago

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@kingdonmicrofic Day 1: Pool (332/332 words)

Melissa King had never learned to swim.

She had wanted to, of course. As a kid, she had begged her mother constantly, and at one point went all out, taping together sheets of paper to form a poster titled Reasons I Should Learn How to Swim by Mel King. Her mother called it cute, in the way parents did when they attempted to show interest in the things their kids did, but really just wanted them to go and find a coloring book and be quiet. So the poster didn’t work. Her mother didn’t deem it necessary, because if Becca wasn’t going to be swimming, she wasn’t. Twins did everything together. Including not learning how to swim, apparently.

Anyways, she hadn’t meant for Frank to find out. It was, truthfully, a point of embarrassment for her. How many adults did she know didn’t know how to swim? Zero. But he kept asking her to go to the pool with his kids and him, using every trick in the book to convince her. He got her, finally, by giving her a drawing Tanner made where they were all (vaguely, he was six and the crayon was smudged) swimming.

To her surprise, he hadn’t reacted the way she expected. A joke, maybe, but instead, completely serious, he told her he’d teach her to swim.

She should have said no, but she couldn’t have known teaching her would involve floating on her back in front of him, one of his hands resting on her lower back, just touching the line of her bikini bottoms, the other cradling the back of her head. He’s speaking, but the water surrounding her is muffling it, and all she can focus on is the intense blue of his eyes, the smell of chlorine and sunscreen, a hint of sweat. His pinky dips beneath her waistband.

“Mel, wanna see me do an underwater flip?!”

Tanner did a cool flip, to be fair. Frank asks her to come again next week.

#kingdon #mel king #melissa king #frank langdon #is he divorced already? you decide #kingdonmicrofic #kingdon microfic #langdonmel #mellangdon #melfrank #the pitt

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andy-15-07 · 3 days ago

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Hi can i request a reader x tommy miller? Reader came into jackson with joel and ellie (tommy isn’t with Maria) and he begins to fall for reader. Joel and ellie notice and tease him for it until tommy finally makes a move after seeing another guy hit on you at the bar? (Smut/no smut after he confesses, it’s up to you) thank you!!

Jealous Kind of Love

PAIRING: Tommy Miller x reader

Word Count:924 | requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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A/N: the tommy miller requests have RISEN from the ashes like a phoenix and i’m unwell. i’ve been WAITING to write soft!jealous!tommy again bc i am just a humble fool for this man. this is for the girlies who want a man with work-rough hands and a permanent blush whenever u smile at him 😭 enjoy.

You came to Jackson in the dead of winter, boots caked in snow and heart still raw from the road. Joel and Ellie brought you in,Joel vouching for you with that rare kind of sincerity that meant you mattered. You didn’t ask too many questions about why Tommy flinched when Joel first walked through the gates. You just kept your head down, worked hard, and found yourself… safe.

Tommy Miller was a surprise.

You thought he’d be rougher, like Joel. Instead, he was warm in the way you’d almost forgotten men could be. Polite. Thoughtful. That Southern drawl and those damn dimples didn’t help.

You saw him in the mornings, when the sun crept over the mountains and the town stirred awake. He was always outside the stables, tugging gloves over calloused hands, nodding at you like he was about to say something but always holding back.

You liked that about him,his restraint. His gentleness.

So you smiled every time. And every time, he looked like he was trying not to.

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It didn’t go unnoticed.

Joel leaned against the porch railing one afternoon, watching Tommy walk away after helping you fix the latch on your garden fence.

“That boy’s got it bad,” Joel muttered, tilting his head toward Tommy’s retreating figure.

You raised a brow. “Who does?”

“Tommy. My baby brother.” He took a sip from his flask. “Can barely finish a sentence around you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “You’re imagining things.”

“Uh-huh,” Joel drawled. “And I’m the Queen of England.”

Behind you, Ellie snorted. “I think it’s kinda cute. He turns red whenever you talk to him.”

“I do not,” Tommy barked, suddenly appearing behind them. His ears were red.

Joel grinned around the rim of his flask. “Didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

Tommy didn’t say anything else, just tipped his head in your direction and walked away, boots crunching in the snow.

---

The teasing didn’t stop.

Ellie started leaving little heart-shaped doodles in the snow outside Tommy’s house. Joel would wink obnoxiously anytime Tommy walked past you with tools or firewood. Jackson might’ve been a place of safety, but gossip was as alive here as it ever was.

Still, Tommy didn’t make a move.

You wondered if he was just shy. Or if the apocalypse had beaten romance out of him. You’d almost convinced yourself to stop hoping when the universe decided to shove him into action.

---

It happened at the bar.

You weren’t trying to draw attention,you were only there for the warm fire and the faint buzz of beer. But Jackson’s social circles were small, and apparently being “the woman Joel brought in” was enough to pique interest.

“Didn’t think I’d see you out tonight,” said a man named Dean, sliding into the seat beside you.

You offered a polite smile. “I needed a night off.”

“Same here,” he chuckled, leaning closer. “You know, I’ve seen you around. You work with the horses, right?”

“Sometimes,” you said.

“You’re good with them,” he went on. “You wanna dance?”

Before you could answer, a shadow fell over the table.

“I think she’s fine where she is,” Tommy said, voice low.

You blinked. So did Dean.

Tommy looked calm. That easy Southern charm painted on his face, but his shoulders were set tight, and his hand curled into a fist at his side.

Dean glanced between you two, awkwardly. “Didn’t realize you were together.”

“We are,” Tommy said before you could open your mouth.

Your heart stuttered. Dean held up his hands and backed off. “My bad. Enjoy your night.”

When he was gone, you stared up at Tommy. “That was… direct.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to get all,uh, territorial.”

“You kind of did,” you teased.

He met your eyes. “Yeah. Guess I did.”

The tension that had simmered between you for weeks suddenly snapped into something sharp and hot and electric.

Tommy exhaled hard. “I was gonna wait. Thought maybe I was reading it wrong. But then I saw him talking to you, and I just,couldn’t.”

You stood slowly, placing your empty glass on the bar. “And now?”

“Now I think I’d really like to take you out. Somewhere quiet. Just us.” He swallowed, eyes soft. “If you want that.”

You stepped closer. “I do.”

His eyes searched your face like he didn’t quite believe it.

Then you rose onto your toes and kissed his cheek.

---

Later that night, as Tommy walked you home in the cold silence of Jackson’s snow-covered streets, his gloved hand brushed yours. He looked over shyly.

You linked your fingers with his.

He didn’t let go.

---

Back at your front door, you turned to face him. “So… we’re really doing this?”

Tommy nodded. “We are. If you’re sure.”

“I’ve been sure,” you said, stepping close again, “for a while.”

His mouth quirked. “You could’ve fooled me.”

“I thought you were the shy one,” you murmured.

“I was waitin’ for a sign.”

You smiled and reached up to cup his face, brushing your lips against his.

He pulled you closer, wrapping you in his arms like he was afraid to wake up from a dream. And when you finally pulled back, your breath clouding in the air between you, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’m real glad Joel dragged your ass to Jackson.”

You laughed softly. “Me too.”

He kissed you again,this time slower. Like he meant it.

Like he’d been waiting for this moment since the second you stepped through the gate.

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edwardhartenjoyer · 2 days ago

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hi!!! i see you’re open for requests and you’re one of my favourite blogs, i was wondering if i could request the ghouls (alan, haru, subaru, lyca) reacting to seeing an mc with tattoos for the first time? i have quite a few tattoos but i wear mostly long sleeves so people are always shocked when they see my tattoos

Hi!!! That makes me so happy to hear I'm one of your favorite blogs 😭 honestly still baffles me that people like my writing. Happy to write this one up for you!!

Tattoos

Featuring: Alan | Haru | Subaru | Lyca

Alan Mido - You were lazing about watching Alan work on one of the cars in the back of vagastrom, when sweat started to creep down your back.

It was far hotter out than you'd thought today, and you pulled off your sweater to let your skin breathe and cool off with only a tanktop on.

"MC, do you think you could-" Alan broke off whatever he was about to ask you as he turned to look at you, now seeing your exposed arms, and the half sleeve of tattoos running down the upper half of your arms.

"Alan?" You asked, confused why he didn't finish his question. Realization dawned on you, and you let out a small laugh. "Oh, right, I forgot you hadn't seen my tattoos yet." You mused, standing up and walking over to him.

"You didn't seem the type who would." Alan said softly, his gaze taking in the designs.

"Well, what do you think of them?" You asked, suddenly nervous that he'd say he hated how they looked on you.

"They look really good on you." He replied immediately, his gaze finally moving up to lock with yours.

You smiled, a light blush dusting your cheeks. "Thanks."

Haru Sagara - You were sweating after hours spent in the sun helping Haru out with the animals around the park.

You peeled off your sweater, leaving yourself only in a tank top as you tossed your sweater down.

"Thank you so much for the help MC!" Haru chirped, coming over to you. He paused as he took you in before his focus shifted to the tattoos covering your arms. "You have tattoos." He commented, an excited tinge to his voice.

"Hmm? Oh yeah, I forgot you hadn't seen them yet. Look, this one is of an animal." You turned your arm to gesture to the tattoo in question.

His face lit up, and he started asking you about what they all meant and what they all were.

You happily explained them all to him. He seemed enamoured with them. When you were done explaining them all he grinned at you, flashing you a wink.

"Maybe your next one should be Peekaboo." He teased.

Subaru kagami - "Ah MC are you alright?!" Subaru gasped, as the tree you'd been passing under decided to dump water down your back.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just wet." You replied. Subaru frowned and led you inside.

"Let me go get you some towels." He fussed, running off before you could say anything. You peeled off your now soaked jacket, leaving you in just a t-shirt that had been far more protected from the water.

When he came back, he passed you one of the towels he had fetched. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah, really I'm fine. Nothing drying off won't fix." You assured him as you started to towel off your hair.

Subaru watched you, his eyes tracing down your form now that you were too distracted to notice his gaze. He paused when he saw your tattoos, he was surprised by them. He hadn't thought you seemed the type to have them.

Though now, as he watched you and saw how the designs contrasted with your skin, he thought they were a beautiful edition to your already stunning looks.

He didn't comment on them, not wanting to make anything awkward or draw attention to the fact that he'd been staring. But he was more than attracked to the idea of seeing them again, perhaps from a much closer and more personal view.

Lyca Colt - You settled down next to Lyca for lunch, jacket wrapped around your waist as you enjoyed the light warm breeze on your bare arms.

"Hey Lyca!" You greeted cheerfully. He tilted his head and grabbed your arm, pulling it closer to him so he could get a good look at you.

"Why didn't you tell me you could draw like this?!" He huffed, staring down at your tattoos.

"Because I can't, I paid someone else to ink these into my skin." You replied, amused by his reaction.

He gently ran a hand down the designs. "They're inside your skin?!"

You gently explained to him about tattoos and even some of the meanings of your own ones. He seemed incredibly fascinated by them, though he didn't like the idea of a needle injecting ink into you.

"Will you let me make one for you to get sometime?!" He asked, glancing up.

"I'd love that."

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seokmn · 2 days ago

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︵⠀COMPLICATED ⠀◌Ⳋ ✧ ── sometimes, you have to be the bigger person in the relationship, even if it breaks your heart to do so.

pairing: donghyun x gn!reader wc: 1.7k words warnings: curse words, mention of drinking

ᯓ★ “now i look dumb and you look mean”

Your relationship with Donghyun had changed, and not for the better.

Ever since you graduated high school and started to study at different universities you began to notice small changes until they weren’t that small anymore. He got into another friend group, started to hang out with them almost all the time, especially at night — probably drinking, smoking and something more that left a bitter taste in your mouth just by thinking about it.

He changed so much around you, but it started subtly: taking more time to text you back, creating very convincing excuses to not go on dates with you, not being as excited as he used to be when you would see each other or when you would talk about something that you both really liked. When you would ask him what was happening and if you were okay and on the same page he’d always brush it off and say that he’s just tired from studying too much and that you were fine, that you were still on the same page.

You wanted to believe him so bad to the point of gaslighting yourself into thinking that he was really just exhausted and that every high school sweethearts had to deal with this situation after graduating and studying at different universities, even if you could still see each other regularly. But then it got worse and you couldn’t think like that anymore.

Dongmin, his high school best friend and the one that made you become a couple, listened to you venting about the same complaints every single time you felt the need to get it off your chest. He also vented to you as well, telling how Donghyun also changed with him and that he misses how things were before graduation.

One night, you found yourself staring at the ceiling while waiting for Donghyun to text you back. You were supposed to go to the movie theater with him and drive around later, just like the old times. But he didn’t show up when he was supposed to, and not even hours later.

You bit your lower lip and shook your feet restlessly, you were still waiting for him. Your phone buzzed with a notification and you grabbed it at the speed of light thinking it was him finally texting you back, but it wasn’t. It was a notification from Instagram showing that he posted a new story. A picture of him and his new friends at a party at his university's dorm, you recognized those posters of trap singers and drawings right away, his dorm mate’s posters and drawings.

You didn’t have time to process the picture you just saw or to even have in mind that he really stood you up to throw a party, you already found yourself walking out of your dorm and calling an Uber. Your mind was running miles, consumed by frustration and madness.

Arriving at his dorm, you could hear the loud sound of people screaming and talking loudly and the music. The place was filled with students drinking and enjoying their time like it was their last day on Earth. Your eyes wandered through the crowd of unknown faces until you entered the bedroom and found him with his eyes shut and mouth wide open as a random girl poured vodka in his mouth while laughing.

“Donghyun,” you said loudly and firmly, but he didn’t listen — or he did and just decided to ignore you. “Donghyun!” You pushed his shoulder, making him finally open his eyes and look at you.

The moment his eyes landed on you, he seemed startled, but it turned into mild annoyance in a matter of seconds. “Y/N, what are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here, Donghyun?”

“It’s my dorm, where else would I be?”

You scoffed. “I don’t know, maybe in the car driving around with me like we promised we would do tonight?” You looked around the room and frowned at the sight of the drunken strangers and of the way the bedroom looked. There wasn’t a single thing that screamed ‘Donghyun’ in that damn room.

“Shit, I completely forgot about it, I’m sorry.” His apology seemed empty and his voice monotonous.

“We need to talk.”

“Right now?!”

“Yes!” You gripped on his wrist. “Right now.”

You took him out of his dorm, bumping into some people on the way out and he didn't fight, he just let you take him out of there. The night breeze was a huge contrast from the heat inside the dorm due to how crowded it was.

“Okay,” he let go of your grip in a sudden movement and looked at your angry face. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Why are you doing this shit?”

He chuckled bitterly. “What are you even talking about?”

“I’m talking about this!” You gestured to his figure. “Who is this guy? You’re not acting like the Donghyun I know.”

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before resting his hands on your shoulders, leaning forward to meet your eyes and be face to face with you. “Babe, I’m still the same. I just forgot about our date, is that really a big thing? I said I’m sorry, come on, don’t be mad at me.”

“Don’t ‘babe’ me. You clearly changed and I’m not the only one who noticed. You’ve changed your style, you go out every night with your new friends to get drunk and do God knows what, and worst of all, you’ve abandoned your old friends. You’ve abandoned me, your fucking partner.”

“Are you really that mad at me? I said I’m sorry!” His voice raised and he let out a sigh followed by a forced smile. “It won’t happen again, I promise. There, better now?”

“No! I don’t want your empty promises and apologies. I want my Donghyun back.”

He scoffed and looked away. “You’ve got to be kidding me…” He muttered.

“I’m not kidding you, Donghyun. I’ve never been more serious in my entire life. I’m tired of pretending that I didn’t notice how you're distancing yourself from me and from everyone you once claimed to love. What the hell are you doing to yourself? I can’t even recognize you anymore.”

He just shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t care and wouldn’t move a single finger to fix your relationship. That was the moment when it hit you: he didn’t care at all about you anymore. He isn’t the same Donghyun you once fell in love with and promised to the stars and yourself that you would marry to.

“Do you even love me?” Your voice broke and you felt not only your chest hurt, but your eyes water. Donghyun looked at you with an unreadable expression and put his hands inside his pocket. “Of course I do,” he looked down and kicked a tiny rock. “I’m just going through some shit. That’s all.”

“Bullshit,” you spat. “I know what you’re doing, Donghyun.”

“And what am I doing, Y/N? Mind telling me?”

“Why are you so scared to say it? What you’re doing is so so fucking cruel, I’ve never imagined you’d be such a coward,” you looked at him in a mix of anger, hurt and disgust. “Stop giving me this shitty treatment so I can break up with you instead of being the opposite. Stop being a fucking pussy.”

“Me? Being a pussy?” He brought his index finger to his chest, pointing at himself while laughing in disbelief. “You really had the nerves to say that. Wow,” he sucked his teeth. “Are you drunk? Is that why you’re acting like crazy?”

“I’m not drunk!” You shouted and ran your fingers through your hair right after, taking a deep breath in order to not cry and relax a little bit. “Look, if you don’t end things, then I will. We’re done, Donghyun.”

“Y/N, c’mon,” he took a step closer, but you took a step back and hugged your shoulders while looking away and clenching your jaw. “Y/N, talk to me.”

“Now you want me to talk? What about all those times I tried to talk to you but you didn’t pay attention to me? Or what about the times you left me on read for days and then replied saying that you ‘slept with your phone on and forgot to text me back later’? Stop pretending like you still care about me or us. I’ve been sacrificing myself for this relationship and I think it’s clear as crystal that you don’t love me the same, everyone knows it, including me. Still, I tried to save this relationship because I love you, something you stopped doing for a while now. I’m so dumb for even thinking that if I tried harder, things would get back to normal.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t,” you raise your index finger with shaky hands and trembling voice. “I don’t want to hear anything from you ever again. Go back to your little party and enjoy your new life. I bet that girl who poured vodka in your mouth will be so happy to know that you’re single.”

He just stared at you for a moment before turning around and walking away from you, going back to his dorm. That hurt you more than everything he ever did to you. The fact that he didn’t even try to deny that he didn’t love you anymore, to say that that girl was no one important and to fight for you and what you two once had broke your heart into pieces.

You crouched and hid your face in your hands as the tears started to flow down freely and the sobs left your throat on their own. The faint music coming from his dorm only made you feel worse — an evidence that you were the only one struggling with the breakup, since the relationship was dead to Donghyun for quite a while now.

Your shaky hand found its way to your jeans’ pocket, grabbing your phone. You tried your best to not pay attention to the picture of you and Donghyun kissing that you set as your wallpaper as you typed the password. With a blurry vision, you scrolled through your contacts until you found Dongmin’s one. You tapped the call button and brought your phone to your ear as you waited for him to pick up.

When Dongmin picked up he didn’t say anything at first, he just stayed quiet and waited for you to speak up. It was almost like he knew something bad happened.

“Hey…” you sniffed. “Can you pick me up?”

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juanarc-thethird · 2 days ago

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House Husband, but with Raven

Raven *Narrating*: My name is Raven Branwen. I am the leader of my tribe, a born warrior. Capable of handling any situation thrown at me. But without warning, the greatest test of my life fell before my feet.

Raven sits in her favorite chair, tea in hand, while Jaune massages her feet. Jaune is wearing an apron, and with a smile of a thousand suns he looks at her and says.

Jaune: How was your day?

Raven: *Blushing and looking away* (So bright!)

Raven *Narrating*: As I said, the biggest test of my life. It all started when I caught him on one of our raids in a village. Apparently, he's the only son of the village chief, and the idea was to use him to get more money. But one day…

Raven returns home with a small child, bringing animals like fish, deer, and rabbits for the camp. And as always, the cooks got to work immediately.

?????: Wait!

Raven turns to see where the scream is coming from. It came from the cages, showing a worry Jaune.

Raven: What's the matter?

Jaune: Your cooks are doing it wrong. That's not how you skin deer and rabbit.

Raven: Ha! And what do you know about skinning animals? You live in a big house in the village with your own cook.

Jaune: So? I still know how to do it, and apparently better than you.

Raven: Oh really? Let's see how you do it then.

Not listening to any opposition to such an idea, Raven takes Jaune out of his cage and gives him a knife. Jaune tries to take it, but Raven doesn't let him go just yet.

Raven: Do something stupid, and it will be the last thing you do.

Jaune just nods and gets to work. At the beginning, Raven was just trying to get amused by Jaune's work, but as time passed, it was clear what an excellent job he was doing. Not a single piece of meat was wasted; the cuts were perfect. Raven was impressed.

After finishing skinning the animals, Jaune looks at Raven and asks.

Jaune: How do you want them cooked?

Raven: Do you also know how to cook?

He nods.

Raven: Show me.

Hours later, Jaune appears with a delicacy for everyone. Dishes they thought were impossible in a camp in the middle of nowhere are right in front of them. The tribe is delighted, and morale immediately rises.

Raven *Narrating*: That's how it started. Little by little, Jaune was given more freedom. And before I knew it, he ended up becoming part of our family. And honestly, I start to feel something for him. Something more than camaraderie, something deeper. But I knew is not possible. He is younger than me, and he deserves better than me. That's what I thought until one day he tricked me.

Jaune is at the river collecting water buckets for everyone. When one of the tribe's women, known for "eating" men, appears behind him.

Lady: *Hugs him* Hello Jaune, what are you doing here all alone?~💕

Jaune: I'm collecting water for everyone.

Lady: Oh my~💕 You're such a hard worker. You always work so hard for us. I think you deserve a reward.

She moves her hands a little lower than his waist. But Jaune reacts and pulls away from her.

Jaune: *Uncomfortable*There is no need for that. It's my job as the cook after all.

Lady: *Walk slowly toward him* How humble you are, but I still think you deserve it. Don't you think so?

Jaune: *Walking backwards* Seriously, it's not necessary.

At that moment, Raven appears, drawing both of their attention.

Raven: Is something going on here?

Lady: No, nothing. *She leaves immediately*

Raven walks towards Jaune.

Raven: Are you ok?

Jaune: Yes, I'm fine. Thank you.

Raven: You know, you can push her aside if you want. You don't have to wait for me to save you.

Jaune: I know, but I don't want to cause internal problems within the tribe. You know how they are.

Raven: True, maybe you should go out with someone. That way she won't put her hand on you. Don't you have a girl you like?

Jaune: It's complicated

Raven: As?

Jaune: I mean, I'm not much of a warrior. I'm just good at household chores. The girls here only like the tough guys, not the cook.

Raven: I see. (Oh Jaune, if only I were younger, I'd take you as my wife in a heart beat.) *She sighs*

Jaune: Are you ok?

Raven: Is nothing, do you need help with the buckets?

Jaune: No thanks, I can do it myself.

He bends down to pick up the buckets but when he stands up he loses his balance.

Jaune: Wow!

Raven: Look out!

Raven tries to catch him but they both fall, soaking themselves with water.

Jaune: Im sorry!

Raven: It's okay, you didn't... *eyes wide* hurt yourself?

Jaune: No, thanks to you.

Raven is frozen.

Jaune: Raven?... Are you ok?

She was not ok

Raven: (Oh my God! How the hell does he have a body that good?! Is this what happens when you fetch water from the river every day? Why is this happening to me!)

The water had completely soaked Jaune, making his clothes stick to his body, showing off his muscular body.

Jaune: *Worry* Raven?! Are you ok?

Raven: (FUCK IT!)

She kisses him for a moment and they separate. Jaune stays silent and Raven just worries.

Raven: Sorry, I didn't mean to. I just…

Without warning, Jaune kissed her back with a deeper and longer kiss.

Jaune: I love you too.

Raven's heart leaped with joy, and she took his lips once more. They couldn't tear themselves away from each other, and, unsurprisingly, that same day they spent a night together, sealing their love.

But what happened to Jaune's family? That's a story for another day.

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ella423 · 3 days ago

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Liam Mairi x Female Reader

Green Eyes (Part 3)

Summary: A much needed insight into the sugar candied world through your naive boyfriend's eyes....

A/N: I'm sure everyone knows the drill by now, Liam and Y/N are in their second year here, because Liam is very much ALIVE AFTER RESSON. Liam's squad leader, Y/N's his executive officer. This was sooo much fun to write, albeit a little difficult, but I'm glad it turned out the way it did!

Part 2 Part 1

Liam's POV

Y/N doesn't show up for dinner.

The seat next to me remains cold and empty, my girlfriend's absence creating a stark difference in the usual conversation on the table, without her and Ridoc's constant bantering, and atleast someone gagging whenever she and I showed some display of affection.

When I had come down here alone, Rhi had immediately asked where Y/N was. When I only muttered coldly about her being in her room most likely, Ridoc jokingly asked if "mom and dad were having a fight". And then promptly shut up when I glared daggers at him.

No one said a word to me for the rest of dinner, which I quickly got done with so I could go brood in my room in peace.

Do I regret raising my voice at Y/N? Yes, a little. The alarmed look in her eyes, the way she flinched... It broke my heart to see her have that reaction to something I said or did to her, when all I've ever wanted to do was protect her and be her safe space.

But do I regret what I said? My words?

Not one bit.

Y/N was was out of line. Just because Cynthia seems friendly and wants to hang out with me doesn't imply she's trying to seduce me. And this suspicion coming from Y/N? Someone who I love and fully trust, and expect to reciprocate that trust in me? To believe me to be loyal?

The past few years of my life, I've only been met with suspicious eyes and distrust in every word spoken, courtesy of the relic on my arm. All for something I didn’t do, 'treason' I didn't commit.

When it comes from random strangers? Fuck it, I'm not trying to prove anything to anyone. Their opinion of me doesn't matter.

But when it came from a person who knows all my secrets and thoughts and dreams, someone I've laid my heart bare to?

That's where I draw the fucking line.

If Y/N can't trust me or someone I trust, then there's no reason for me to feel bad about this. Or apologize.

Cause I'm not the one in the wrong here.

Y/N doesn't sit next to me in any class.

Earlier, during breakfast, she didn't spare a single glance at me. Her expression impassive, she simply marched into the dining hall, smiled at everyone else on the table, grabbed a piece of toast and headed off to Gods know where. Ridoc looked ready to comment on it, but was prevented from doing so by an elbow to the side from Violet. No one mentioned anything about it after that, and that was fine with me.

But then she continues to ignore my existence altogether during every single class.

The seat next to me is once again cold and empty as she sits sandwiched between Ridoc and Rhi, still pointedly ignoring looking in my direction. She behaves perfectly normal with the others, laughing at Ridoc's jokes, chatting away with Rhiannon, comparing notes with Violet.

And I sit there too. Every class. Staring straight ahead or into my textbook, reminding myself I'm not the one at fault here, and that my hands certainly aren't twitching on my lap when they don't have her soft, light fingers to play with under the table.

By the time it's time for Flight Field, every person in my path seems to think better of crossing me and stears clear. It may or may not have something to do with the frown that's now a permanent crease on my forehead. Or maybe it’s the fists clenched at my side.

The cool breeze and clear blue skies outside, and the prospect of flying in this rare pleasant weather does absolutely nothing to quell the storm inside me. I'm stalking past the dragons of First Wing, when I feel a hand grab my arm from behind me.

For a moment, my heart seems to skips a beat. The frown on my forehead vanishes, and I turn in a flash, ready to drown in a pair of beautiful-

Green eyes.

"Hey, slow down a little!" She smiles up at me, letting out a tiny giggle.

"Oh, uh- hi.. Cynthia" I stutter out, the sudden elation I had felt falling flat on its face.

There's no mistaking the slight disappointment in my tone, even to my own ears, and clearly, Cynthia's noticed something's wrong too, cause her bright smile seems to falter.

And my heart clenches. I had no intentions of upsetting Cynthia. She's the last person I blame for any of this mess, the last person I wanted to hurt right now.

I force the dismayed look off my face, willing my lips to stretch into my usual easy grin.

"What's up?" I ask her, and to my relief, I sound normal, cheerful even.

I see the hesitation on her face, the gears in her head turning. There's no mistaking Cynthia is clever. It's evident in the intelligent gleam in her eyes, and the way she carries herself. And she's certainly realized there's something amiss. But she doesn't comment on it.

Her expression changes back to what it had been earlier, ebullient and bright.

"I was just heading back inside-- we had Flight Field before this, but you know that," she chuckles. "I saw you and thought I'd say hello. We're still on for today's flight lesson, right?"

I quickly nod. "Yeah.. yeah of course, 5pm."

"Well, I won't keep you busy, see you then!" she waves at me, already turning to walk back indoors.

I wave back at her, giving her a tiny wink, before sprinting the rest of the way to Deigh, feeling, surprisingly-

Light.

"Gods, I've never got the left banking turn right before! Like, not even close to it. Liam, you're a miracle worker!"

Cynthia beams up at me, her cheeks flushed from flight, strands of loose blonde hair flying freely around her face in the wind, as we walk back from the Flight Field.

I huff out a laugh, looking ahead at the path. The sky is just starting to turn yellowish, streaks of orange blending with the blue, signs of an impending sunset in another hour or so.

"All you needed was a bit of personal attention to get it right, Cynth." I turn my head to look at her again. "You're more than capable of doing anything you set your mind to."

Cynthia giggles, green eyes glinting as they catch the light.

"You deserve credit too, instructor," she chirps. "But thanks," she says, her tone becoming a little more sober, and there's no mistaking the admiration in her words. "Any praise means a lot coming from you."

I flash her a sideways smile, as we now stroll through the gardens.

A cozy canopy of trees frames the sky above, a faint chirping of birds, and the sweet of smell of flowers surrounding us.

"This place gets so peaceful at this time, doesn't it?" Cynthia murmurs, running her fingers down the bark of a particularly thick peepal tree.

I hum in agreement, slowing down my pace as she continues to linger by the tree.

"I come here sometimes," she says, her fingertips tracing the deep indentations on the bark. "To think, contemplate... or even when I'm feeling a little down. The peace is refreshing."

"I agree," I say. "I used to come down here pretty often last year... almost every evening." I let out a small sigh. "Now, with squad leader duties, and the increased workload for second years.... this is probably the first time in months I'm strolling so idly through this place."

Cynthia leans against the bark, her gaze meeting mine. There's a look in her eyes, something I can’t quite decipher, but it's like she's looking deep into my soul, reading me.

"There's something on your mind, isn't it?" She says knowingly.

A soft silence descends over us, as I look to the ground, not meeting her gaze. Cynthia stays quiet, evidently waiting for my answer.

A humourless laugh finally escapes me, and I shake my head. "Am I that obvious?"

"I know you well enough by now to tell when you're upset," she says simply.

Cynthia slides down the tree, taking a seat on the ground, before stretching her legs out. She pats the spot next to her, beckoning me to come sit next to her.

I contemplate telling her we should head back inside. It's getting darker outside by the minute, and both of us probably have a lot of work to do, and....

And what, exactly? I come up short when I try to think of a reason. Why shouldn't I take a seat next to a friend out here? A friend clearly inviting me to talk, ready to listen to me seriously, which is more than anything I got all day today. I take the seat next to Cynthia, plopping down on the bumpy earth and roots underneath the tree.

Our shoulders brush together lightly. A gentle wind blows, caressing my skin, and the comfortable shade of the tree makes me feel calmer than I have all day.

"Y/N and I... we had a small fight yesterday."

"About what?"

"I- it's... it's nothing. Something silly.... it's just..." I bite my lip. I can't exactly tell her the reason, but revealing a little shouldn't hurt.

"Y/N doesn't trust me fully," I blurt out. "And it... hurts. I've laid my heart bare to her, and the only thing I've ever asked for in return, is trust. Ever since I got this," I wave my marked arm, "I've been treated with suspicion and distrust. While it doesn't bother me as much anymore, it's always nice to feel fully trusted, believed... understood, atleast by my girlfriend..."

A warm weight envelops my marked hand, and I glance down onto my lap, to see Cynthia's tiny palm loosely placed over the back of mine.

I look up to meet her gaze, only to find that she's already looking at me. Her eyes are soft, sober, sympathetic, but also in them, is a look I can't quite place.

"I'm sorry Y/N doesn't trust you," she whispers. "And that you feel this way."

She breathes out, and we're so close to each other that I feel it fanning my face, just the subtlest hint of vanilla in it.

"You know you're wonderful, right? Intelligent, strong, kind, a great leader, always willing to help others, looking out for everyone."

Her hand squeezes mine. "You're an amazing person Liam, and if Y/N can't see that..." she trails off.

A flicker of unease pools low in my stomach. There's no doubting how angry I am at Y/N, but to go this far in criticising her?

No, I had no reason to feel guilty, when I wasn't even doing anything wrong. Is it such a crime to want someone to appreciate you?

Cynthia's green eyes bore into mine, round and unblinking.

"It's blatantly evident to anyone who knows you," she continues.

A beat passes.

"I certainly can see it."

Her fingers slide through mine, so her hand is intertwined with mine.

My lips part in a sharp breath. Cynthia's gaze falls to my mouth, and a barely perceptible small crosses her face.

"And I can tell you feel it too," she whispers.

My mind goes blank as I register what Cynthia just said, but then I'm suddenly not looking into her eyes.

Cause one moment, I'm catching a sharp glint of green, and the next her lips are pressed against mine, soft and insistent, moving with a purpose, her fingers sliding into my hair.

Panic bursts in my chest, flaring through every inch of me at the speed of light.

Without wasting another second, I rip my hand from from hers, and push her away with all my might, my heart racing in my chest. She falls back, quickly catching herself on her hands, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

"What the fuck, Cynthia? I exclaim in horror, scrambling to get to my feet, and then getting as far away from her as possible.

But Cynthia's rapidly getting up too, getting over her intial shock.

"Oh come on Liam!" She exclaims, annoyance laced in her tone as a faint blush colours her cheeks. "You know you want this too!"

I gape at her.

"I have a girlfriend, Cynthia! What in the- I don't know what demented impression you were under-"

"Impression? Liam, you just told me how Y/N doesn't appreciate you and doesn't trust you! Here you have someone who sees you for who you-"

"I love her, Cynthia! So goddamned much! One ridiculous fight isn't going to change that."

She scoffs. "Love her? Liam you haven't stopped any of my advances in all the time we've known each other. You're lying to yourself."

A cold dread begins to settle deep in my bones. "Advances? I..." I run my fingers through my hair roughly, my hand shaking slightly. "Y/N's my whole world, I'd gladly give my life for her. How you thought I'd ever cheat on the love of my life..." I shake my head, guilt raging its way through me. "I don't know what you inferred Cynthia, and if I led you on, I'm sorry, but I only think of you as a friend, and nothing more."

Her face contorts in distaste, and she opens her mouth, ready to retort, but I'm already turning away, running back into the building, to the dorms, to my girlfriend.

Adrenaline burns through my veins, fueling every furious step.

Gods, what have I done?

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HOLY FUCK I NEED THE POOL SEX WITH JUDE one for kKENANNNNNNNN PLEASSEEEE

Sun-kissed Control

Explicit language, sexual content, public teasing, water play, face-touching, dirty talk, breeding kink, possessive behavior, unprotected implied sex, oral (female receiving), intense sensual tension.

You knew the pool was a problem the second he looked at you.

Not just looked. Watched. Assessed. Like every inch of your glistening, barely-there swimsuit was an answer to a question he hadn’t asked aloud but would. Soon.

Kenan leaned back on the sun lounger like he owned the sun, arm slung lazily over the cushion, golden skin shimmering under rays he dared to rival. His black swim trunks clung to his thighs, legs slightly parted like he knew damn well you were staring. Because of course you were.

“You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” he asked, voice soaked in smug heat, laced with that thick Turkish accent that made your stomach twist.

You gave him a cocky tilt of your head. “You mean tanning?”

“No.” His smile curved slow. Dangerous. “I mean that bikini.”

A flicker of heat pooled low in your stomach. “You picked it.”

“Exactly.”

He stood, moving toward the edge of the pool, the subtle roll of his abs under sun-drenched skin drawing your eyes helplessly. His eyes tracked you like a shadow. When he dived in smooth, silent you stayed where you were, pretending not to notice the slight clench of your thighs.

But when he emerged, dripping and glistening, dark hair slicked back, he didn’t go to his towel. He came for you.

“You’re burning,” he said, voice low, hands gripping the sides of your lounger.

You arched a brow. “You offering to help?”

Kenan’s smirk darkened as he pulled you up by the wrist, smooth and controlled. Your body pressed into his, hot, wet, hard. So. Hard.

“You’re mine for the whole summer,” he whispered against your jaw, “and you still think I’m gonna let you sunbathe in peace?”

Then his mouth crashed into yours hungry, insistent. The taste of chlorine and desire made your knees buckle as his wet hands slid down your waist, cupping your ass over the thin fabric, pulling you flush.

You gasped into him. “Kenan! someone could see—”

“Let them.”

His hand dipped between your thighs, finding the heat slick through the bikini.

“I’ve earned this view,” he growled. “Don’t cover it. Don’t hide from me.”

He turned you, pressing your chest to the wall of the villa, body hot behind yours, hand slipping the bikini to the side.

“Say you want it,” he murmured against your neck, fingers teasing where you were already throbbing for him. “I wanna hear you beg, pretty girl.”

“I want it,” you gasped. “Kenan- please—don’t make me wait—”

But he would. He always did. Slow. Punishing. Just enough to keep you trembling.

“You think you’re in control,” he murmured as he slid a finger inside, slow and deep. “You wear that bikini, tease me all day, then act like you don’t know.”

Your moan echoed against the stucco wall. “I didn’t! fuck—”

His hips pressed into yours. The hard line of him pressed between your cheeks, barely contained by those swim trunks. “You want me to fuck you right here?” he hissed. “Out in the open?”

“Please,” you whimpered. “Kenan, please—”

And he snapped.

Pulled the bikini aside. Tugged his trunks low.

Then he was inside you, slow and possessive. You cried out, nails scraping the wall as his hand wrapped over your mouth, biting down on your shoulder.

“Too loud,” he growled. “But I like it.”

His pace was punishing. Hot. Relentless. The sun on your back. His lips on your neck. Fingers digging into your waist. Wet skin slapping. A summer fever of lust and desperation.

“Gonna come,” you whimpered, toes curling. “Kenan! please, don’t stop—”

His hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head back as he whispered: “You don’t come until I say.”

You sobbed, whined as he fucked you harder, deeper, fingers finding your clit, drawing tight, aching circles until you were trembling on the edge.

“You’ve been teasing me for days,” he hissed. “Now you wanna be good?”

You nodded frantically.

“Then take it,” he growled. “Be a good girl and come on my cock. Now.”

And you shattered.

He held you there, his body a cage of heat and muscle, letting you ride it out until he followed low groan against your neck, nails biting into your hips, emptying into you with a rough thrust that made you gasp.

The pool glistened quietly behind you.

The villa was still.

But your body? Shaking. Soaked. Owned.

Kenan pressed a kiss to your shoulder, smug as hell.

“Sun-kissed,” he whispered. “And mine.”

Your legs were jelly by the time he carried you inside.

Kenan’s hands were everywhere hot, greedy, guiding you through the villa with your bikini hanging useless at your hips, his swim trunks low enough to make your brain malfunction.

“Where’re we—”

“Bed,” he cut in, voice dark. “But I’m not done tasting you.”

You whimpered.

He kicked the door open and laid you flat, wet skin on cool sheets, bikini top yanked over your head and flung somewhere you didn’t care about anymore. Then he was on his knees between your thighs like he’d been waiting all summer for this exact moment.

“Kenan—”

“Shhh.” His mouth hovered over you, breath hot. “You’re still shaking. Gonna fix that.”

Then he dragged his tongue up your slit, slow, savouring, like a goddamn dessert.

Your back arched screamed as he groaned into you, arms locking tight around your thighs. You tried to shift, to squirm, but his grip was iron. And his mouth?

Lethal.

He flicked his tongue over your clit light, teasing, relentless. Over and over until your moans turned frantic, breath hitching as your fingers clutched his curls, trying to anchor yourself.

“You taste like heaven,” he muttered, voice wrecked. “Could stay here all night.”

You cried out when he sucked, hard. Then circled it with his tongue again and again, pressure perfect, rhythm devastating. He slid two fingers inside, curling slow, just right

Your whole body jerked.

“Kenan—fuck, I can’t—”

He didn’t stop. Didn’t blink. Just looked up at you with that wicked, sun-kissed grin, face buried between your thighs like he belonged there.

“You can,” he rasped. “You will.”

And he kept going.

Sloppier. Wetter. Loud, nasty slurps that made your stomach coil and your toes curl. His tongue flicked faster then slowed just enough to make you scream, eyes filling with frustrated tears.

You were already close when he locked eyes with you and growled:

“Cry for me. Right on my mouth.”

That’s when you broke.

Your body snapped like a wire pulled too tight. You came hard, sobbing, hands tugging at the sheets, thighs clamping around his face as he kept licking through it like a man possessed. No mercy. No pause. Just Kenan’s tongue dragging every last twitch and whimper from your overstimulated body.

You shoved at his head weakly. “Kenan, I c-can’t—please! too much—”

He looked up, mouth soaked, eyes wild.

“Oh, we’re not done.”

He smirked and dragged your hips forward again.

“You wanted the sun,” he said, licking his lips, “now you’re gonna burn for me.”

Then he dove back in.

And the villa filled with the sound of your gasps, his name, the slap of his palms on your thighs,again. Again. Again. Until you were sobbing on the sheets, completely ruined.

And tip your girl for the damage:

https://ko-fi.com/touchline 💋

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