#<- guy who is shaking himself. get up.. GET UP ‼️

[kabuwu]

Why did I ever stop doing hijabi redesigns..

[wowzyee]

NON-BINARY TOP READER (afab) X BOTTOM 007N7 WHERE THEY OVERSTIMULATE HIM PLEASE‼️‼️ 😖

Also you absolutely COOKED w/the Yandere 007n7 and no i am not 🧼🌸 anon, trust‼️ Also idk if there are other emoji combos taken but i crave to be 👅💦 (freaky) anon!

😀

thanks

What is your problem. Why must you be so freaky.

Anyways I thought this was funny, so here’s your food, Freaky Anon. Also, I’m assuming you mean Forsaken 007n7, and not the actual guy.

NSFW WARNING.

007n7.

An outcast, for sure, but you liked him.

Even if he was a hacker and criminal and wrecked everything, that was in the past. So, you, being one of the only people who would engage with him, became his friend.

Overtime, you developed feelings for him, whether you liked it or not.

Anyways, here you were, riding the absolute Hell out of his dick.

His glasses were foggy and slightly askew on his flushed face, his breath hitching as he gasped and trembled. He held onto your hips, his hands sweaty.

The poor guy was definitely not used to this kind of treatment.

He tried to make eye contact with you, only to nervously look away or stare at the ground. He was still processing what was happening, which was quite difficult considering the intense stimulation he was getting.

“U-uh, c-could you please- nggh~.”

He groaned as you slammed your body down particularly hard against him, causing him to shudder and lean into the crook of your neck.

He was shaking slightly, his moans still breathy and desperate.

“. . . p-please. Slow down, p-please, it’s t-too much.”

007n7 looked up at you shyly, adjusting his glasses.

He’s such a fucking bottom.

How adorable.

You smirked at his question, trailing a finger down his chest.

“No.”

You decided to speed up, causing him to whimper some more. You gently caressed his face, still keeping the rigorous speed of your hips.

He practically melted into the affection, sighing contently before sitting up straight and gripping your hips for dear life.

“I-I feel like I’m going to-“

You slipped off of him, placing your hand on his cock and stroking it slowly, watching as he shuddered (again) and finally came on your hands.

His face flushed again. He grabbed a small cleaning tissue from his shirt pocket and gentle grasped your hand, attempting to clean it.

“U-uh, sorry for that, I-“

You cut him off with a kiss on the lips. He dropped the tissue and flinched before leaning into the kiss gratefully. Afterwards, he sat there, glancing over at you before wrapping his arms around your waist and sighing, leaning onto your chest.

He seemed pretty tired already.

And for some freaky reason, you decided you wanted to overstimulate him, watch him squirm and whimper some more.

He removed his hands from your waist.

“Oh, if you don’t want to- uh, love, what are you-“

007n7’s eyes widened as you took him into your mouth. He moaned loudly, immediately covering his mouth as you side-eyed him.

“Uh, y-you d-don’t- I-I don’t t-think-“

He was cut off by another pleased sound he made as you flicked your tongue along his length.

“I-I wouldn’t mind this i-if you don’t m-mind, b-but I’m already w-worn out and-“

You didn’t let him finish, suddenly taking him fully into your mouth. You then gagged, realizing you had SEVERELY overestimated your gag reflex.

However, it was worth it to hear the whines and whimpers he made.

You took his member back out of your mouth, noticing that his cock had stiffened back up pretty quickly. He was already panting.

Wonderful. It would be easy to overstimulate him.

You went back down on him, this time taking a reasonable amount of him into your mouth instead of shoving the whole thing in there.

He inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to thrust. He didn’t want to accidentally choke you, even if it felt good. A light sheen of sweat formed on his forehead as you continued to suck him off. He pathetically bucked his hips, accidentally forcing himself deeper into your throat before pulling back.

“O-oh! I-I’m sorry, dear, I-“

You pulled him down to make-out with you, sliding your tongue in between his lips. He moaned into the kiss, putting his arms around your neck.

You pulled away, sitting back on the bed and gently pushed him down between your legs, nudging his face towards your slit.

He looked up at you, redder than the color itself, putting his hands on your thighs.

“Uh, w-would you like me to-“

You nodded, pulling him closer. He didn’t refuse, slipping his tongue inside you.

You kicked your feet slightly, letting out a small moan. He immediately stopped, a small look of fear on his face.

“A-are you okay? I don’t want t-to accidentally hurt you, I-“

You reassured him that you were fine before pushing him back. He obliged, continuing to eat you out to the best of his ability.

After a few minutes, you wrapped your thighs tightly around his head, gripping his hair and holding him in place as you finished.

He looked at you, smiling slightly. He grabbed your thighs as you moved them from his head.

“S-sorry, but . . . could I stay like this for a bit longer? Pl-please?”

You caressed his cheek, wrapping your legs around his head again. He closed his eyes and sighed contently, smiling.

Pulling him into your lap after a short while of this, you smeared a bead of pre-cum on his tip, watching him shiver and arch his back.

You decided to take it easy on him for today, stroking him with a moderate pace until he finished. Of course, he softly kissed you and helped you clean up, cuddling you and pulling the covers up.

“Goodnight, love. Please sleep well.”

He eventually fell asleep, holding you close to him. You nuzzled into his neck. It wouldn’t hurt to give him a few gentle hickeys while he slept, would it?

BONUS!

007n7 walked into the main cabin, accidentally bumping into Elliot. He was very sore and very tired from last night.

Elliot rolled his eyes and scoffed as 007n7 apologized before nothing something.

“Oh my GOD, do you seriously have a hickey?? Jeez, I didn’t think you-“

007n7 sighed, putting his face in his hands and groaning.

“I-it’s called a lovebite, a-and please, don’t tell the others. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Elliot sarcastically smiled as he saw you walk out of 007n7’s cabin.

“Did you have fun last night? I hope you did, because I got NO sleep.”

He glared.

You threw a shoe at him.

ANON, IS THIS YOU?!?!

[starkwlkr]

undressed | michael robinavitch

an: guys i’m finna be in the pitt ‼️ n e ways here’s my contribution to the pitt fics (btw i spent the last few days reading every fic and they’re all soooo good i’m obsessed) and yea this is inspired by undressed by sombr!! and am i rewatching ER? yes ma’am 🫡

He worked on instinct now—his hands steady, his voice calm, his focus laser-sharp. The boy on the gurney, no older than five, had taken a nasty fall at the park. A fractured arm, a possible concussion, a scared father, and a worried older sister waiting outside in the waiting room.

Robby gently adjusted the sling on the boy’s tiny arm. “You’re very brave, Luke.”

Luke sniffled through his tears but gave a shaky smile. “Mom says crying is okay as long as you still try to be strong.”

Robby’s hands froze for a second.

His heart did that thing it hadn’t done in decades—skipped, clenched, softened. He swallowed tightly and looked down at the boy.

“Your mom says that, huh?”

Luke nodded solemnly, then added, “She also says you should always try your best even if you’re scared.”

Robby chuckled softly, a sound that cracked in the middle. He could almost hear her saying those exact words. He hadn’t heard that voice in years, but it still lived in the dusty attic of his mind, untouched but never forgotten.

“I used to know someone who said that too,” he murmured, more to himself than to the boy.

Luke tilted his head, curious. “Who?”

Robby smiled faintly, not looking up from the IV line he was adjusting. “Someone really special. From a long time ago. She wanted to be a teacher. Always had her nose in a book and believed in people—even the worst ones. I thought... I thought we’d be together forever.” He chuckled. Was he really telling a little boy about his failed love life? Yup.

“Did she move away?” Luke asked innocently.

“Yeah,” Robby said softly, the word almost catching in his throat. “Life took her somewhere else. And me too.”

He stood quietly, ruffling Luke’s brown hair. “But if I could see her again—even just once—I think I’d give anything for that.”

And then—

“Luke! Luke, where is he?!”

The voice was frantic, a mother’s voice, rich with fear. Robby froze. He turned just as the emergency room doors flew open, and time. . . time stopped.

There she was.

Hair slightly messier than he remembered, a coat slipping from her shoulders, panic in her eyes—but it was her. The only woman he’d ever really loved. The one who got away while he stayed behind in this city full of ghosts.

She hadn’t changed. Not really. Not where it counted.

“Mom!” Luke called out, smiling through his tears.

She rushed forward, falling to her knees beside the gurney. “Oh, baby, are you okay?” She cradled his head, kissed his forehead, checked his arm with shaking hands. She peppered kisses all over his face until the boy got annoyed.

“I’m okay. Dr Robby said I was very brave.” Luke turned to look at the older man.

Her eyes met Robby’s, and it was like someone had cracked open an old wound and let every ache spill out.

She blinked. “Michael?”

His voice was hoarse. “Hey.”

She stared for a second too long before whispering, “I didn’t even know you were still in Pittsburgh.”

“I never left.”

There was a pause. So much hung unsaid between them. Years. Regret. Memories. Choices.

“Thank you,” she cleared her throat. “For helping him.”

“Of course. . .” He said, his eyes not leaving hers. “He’s a good kid, very brave too.”

And then—without meaning to—his gaze fell on Luke’s face again. On the eyes.

Her eyes. The same eyes he’d once dreamed their children might have. But they weren’t his. They belonged to another man. A life he never got to live.

“So you’re back?” Robby finally snapped out of it.

“Just for the week. My niece is getting married then it’s back to Vancouver. My kids are waiting for me.” She explained.

Kids? Did she have more?

She then realized how that sounded and corrected herself. “My kids i teach. I’m a middle school teacher.”

So she did end up being a teacher after all. . . Robby could remember all the times she would mention how she wanted to work in a school. It was during their high school days that she would go on and on about her dream of being a teacher that cared about the school system.

“You live all the way in Vancouver . . .” Robby said with a sad tone.

“Yeah, my husband has his law firm there.”

Husband. That hurt to hear.

“Can we go?” Luke asked.

“Y-Yeah . . . Sorry for . . Yeah, you’re all good.” Robby helped Luke get down from the gurney. “So if he—” he was cut off by the voice of his first love.

“Yeah, I got it. I actually read your med books for fun after you would fall asleep when we would watch ‘Unsolved Mysteries’. If he’s in so much pain, I know who to take him to.” She held her son close as she spoke.

That was news to Robby. Watching unsolved mysteries was something they would do if they had time, which was rare, but when they did, Robby would end up sleeping after a couple of episodes and that’s when she would take a peek at his books.

“Thank you again,” she smiled at him. And just like that, she was gone—arms wrapped around her son, walking to the waiting room to her family and back into the world that wasn’t his.

Robby stood still for a long time.

In the end, all he could think about was this: the children of another man had the eyes of the girl he could never forget.

And there was nothing—absolutely nothing—he could do about it.

[reidsdimples]

I Can Take Him

18+❤️‍🔥 MDNI ‼️

Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

You think you can take Spencer in a wrestling match. You end up taking him in a different way.

“JJ,” Derek nods towards your coworker who is railing into a punching bag in the private gym.

“No way she’d destroy me,” you laugh.

“Come on what about Emily?”

“What about me?” She cuts in.

“I was wonder who Y/N thinks she could take in a wrestling match,” Derek beams.

“She could take me,” Emily pauses. “Until I stop letting her win.” She nudges your shoulder and exits the training room. You laugh.

“I could definitely take him,” you point out Reid who finally wanders into Derek’s ‘mandatory not mandatory’ team workout. He was at least dressed to workout but had his nose in a book while he walked.

You eye his long legs and arms that weren’t usually on display. The black shorts and t shirt suited him well.

“What?” He asks through a mouth full of donut.

“See?” You turn to Derek as you finish your post workout stretch.

“Well pretty boy, you’re on your own! We’re just wrapping up,” Derek claps him on the shoulder and leaves behind Emily and JJ.

You lie on your back on the soft mat and bring your legs to your chest, hugging your knees close to stretch.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” you inform him. You hear him shuffling around somewhere behind you.

“What were you guys talking about?” He appears above you, looking down at you as you bring your legs back down. He looks peculiar at this angle and then he crouches down to get closer to you.

“How I’m stronger than you and could take you in a wrestling match,” you flirt and move to standing. He stands with you and tilts his head.

“What makes you so sure of that?” He raises his eyebrows. You couldn’t help but think he looks especially delicious today. But you couldn’t do anything about it, he’s your coworker.

“I just know,” you smile as you stretch your arms across your body. He stares at you, amused. “What? You want me to prove it?” You’re a very competitive person and the way he’s glaring at you makes you want to prove it to him.

“You can try,” he opens he’s arms and taunts you. His lean body looks so tackle-able so you do just that. With a laugh you dip low and tackle him with your shoulder to the ground.

The two of you roll around for a moment and he flips you onto your back. You shake it off and sit up in time to catch him as he throws his body across yours to pin you.

“Nope,” you laugh and knee him end the ribs.

You take advantage of catching him off guard and roll him off of you. You’re attempting to pull him into a choke hold when he breaks your grip, and pulls you around him to the floor.

Then he’s on top of you, your hands pinned above your head with his strong arms hovering over you. Your wrap your legs around his waist and buck side to side, trying to break his grip. But his knees are planted firmly on the ground, his hands pinning your hands to the mat.

He stares down at you with a smile, sweat beading in his forehead. His eyes skate over your body briefly before he stops himself.

“Tap out,” he demands.

“No,” you squirm beneath him. But a darker part of you is turned on.

All the points of contact between you is overwhelming. Your legs around his narrow waist, allowing for the smallest bit of friction against your now throbbing cunt.

The flat planes of his stomach are against yours and you feel him panting. The air grows more charged between you.

“Come on I already won,” he growls into your ear. His breath fans over your neck and he presses his hips harder against you. Your body betrays you and a moan escapes your throat.

He jerks his head to you, eyes blown wide as they meet yours.

Oh shit.

Your eyes trail down to those perfect lips and his grip on your hands loosen as he leans down. You drop your legs open for him with either foot on the mat, allowing him to get closer and kiss you. You feel his hard cock graze between your legs when he adjusts himself up your body.

His lips find yours ready, wanting. It’s sloppy, it’s heated, but it’s passionate. Your hands trail up his sides, skating against his ribs as he deepens the kiss. His tongue invades your mouth deliciously and you flick yours across it. Your hands are on his bare chest beneath his shirt and you’re writhing with need beneath him.

“Spencer,” you say his first name now as you place your hands on his chest. “We can’t do this here.” It’s a miracle no one walked in and saw something already.

“Come on,” he helps you up.

He drags you into the nearest closet outside of Quantico’s on sight gym. It’s a maintenance closet of some kind with loud servers humming.

You dip your hands into his waist band and pull him forward into you. He pushes you up against the wall and you revel in the feeling of his fit body on yours, his tall frame devouring you as his lips find your neck.

You move your hands up into his recently cut short hair. It’s new, you like it.

“Fuck,” you groan when he sucks on your neck. You push a hand into his shorts and palm his hardened cock.

He exhales at your grip and digs his nails into your hips. You run your hand along his length, and rub your thumb over the pronounced head of his cock with a moan. God that’s going to feel so good inside of you.

He moves down and roughly pushes your tits up out of your sports bra. He cups and bites at them until you have to throw your head back to absorb the sensation. You pump him slowly, a whimper escaping him.

You grab his face with your free hand and bring him up to kiss you.

“Fuck me Spencer,” you plead.

“I don’t have a condom,” he looks into your eyes but you pump his cock again.

“I’m on birth control,” you smile. He sighs like it’s a relief and you bite his bottom lip before sucking it greedily into your mouth.

His hand slips into your shorts and it’s his turn now to explore you. He pushes his long middle finger between your folds and moans in appreciation at your arousal.

“Does losing always get you this wet?” He teases and you groan. He knows you’re competitive but before you can argue he’s pressing his palm against your clit and sliding two sinful fingers deep into you.

“Oh my…” your mouth pops open and you reel your head back.

The raw sensation of those fingers stroking the nerves inside of you is unreal. He’s skilled and he curls them inside of you until you’re twitching and moaning.

You steady yourself with your arms around his neck and cry out into his chest.

“You gonna cum for me too?” He taunts into your ear. He’s so fucking hot, his dirty words send you over the edge until you’re shaking and your cunt is clenching around his fingers. “There you go,” he praises and lets you ride it out against his palm while you grip onto him for dear life.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you can’t wait any longer. You step out of your shorts while he watches you, biting his lip. God you could devour him in that moment.

You pull his cock free and look around the space, trying to determine the best position.

“Bend over that work bench,” he instructs. You take his hand and lead him over to it where some kind of technical tools and papers are spread out.

You bed over and arch your back expecting him to enter you, needing him too. Instead he puts one of your legs up on the table, spreading you wider and giving him better access.

You feel the hard head of his cock between your folds as he torturously drags it through your wetness.

“Mmm please,” you whimper.

“Can you admit that I won?” He drags his nails down the center of your back while teasing your clit with his cock.

“Fine you won, now give it to me Spencer,” you huff. He grins and obliges.

He slides his cock into you slowly and sucks air through his teeth as your walls tighten around him.

“Sorry it’s been a while,” you blush.

“No it’s…” he stammers. “Feels s’good,” he moans.

You were right, his cock feels amazing inside as he starts to move. The head of it brushes against that sweet spot and he seems to have a set rhythm. It drives you crazy as he pushes into you. You try to quiet your moaning but fail.

He reaches forward and shoves his fingers into your mouth, giving it something else to do besides moan.

He increases his speed, letting out whispered praises here and there as he stretches your pussy for his needs.

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine around his fingers in your mouth. He pulls them free and moves his fingers down to your clit.

He speeds up and sets a wicked rhythm against your throbbing bud until your eyes are rolling back into your head.

“I wanna feel you,” he groans.

Your body starts to shake and you hold off for a moment, letting it build until you can’t anymore.

“Fuck!” You slam your hand into the wall in front of you as you explode.

Your pussy clenches and tightens around his perfect cock, milking him for everything his got.

“Of fuck,” he shudders and pumps his load into you. He moves slowly as you feel the hot liquid fill you and then start pouring out of you around where his cock is still inside.

You push back against him, reveling in the feeling.

“Mmm,” he moans and throws his head back.

You had no idea Spencer Reid could fuck like that, or that he could overpower you on a wrestling mat. Damn.

“For the record, I want a rematch,” you tell Spencer after you’re both clothed again. “I was distracted the first time.”

“Let’s do it,” he smiles and you follow him back to the gym.

[callme-holly]

dallas x reader where reader is sick and dallas takes care of them ‼️ i love your writing sm your my favorite writer

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 [𝐃𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

a/n: sorry for not posting y'all. im back tho !!

The room felt too hot and stuffy, despite the open window just beside your bed and the breeze coming in cool from outside, the curtains swaying gently from side to side. Your cover had been kicked to the floor after much battle, and despite the oppressive heat that washed over you whenever you wrapped it around you, without it you were trembling with cold, your whole body prickling with goosebumps. 

You had been drifting in and out of sleep all morning, and despite your parents' protests, you'd convinced them to go to work and that you'd be fine. Your nose was stuffy, your throat raw and burning, your limbs heavy as lead. You felt miserable; there was no other way to put it. You felt down right miserable. 

You were so exhausted that you weren't even aware of the boy climbing in through your window, not until he landed on the floor with a soft thump followed by a resounding groan. It took a lot of effort to lift your head, to force your eyes open, and for a few seconds, his face was blurred and unfocused.

“Dal?” You mumbled, voice barely audible, scratchy and dry.

“Man, you look rough, doll.” 

You felt your whole body sag in relief, all the pain melting away for a second as he stepped towards you, hovering by the edge of your bed uncomfortably. He wasn’t good at this sort of thing: taking care of people when they needed it most. It just wasn’t his forte, but to see you like this, clearly suffering, it created a strange mix of emotion within him.

“Thanks…” You rasped, letting your head fall back against the pillow, and he merelyhummed in response, pressing the back of his hand to your clammy forehead.

“No problem,” he smirked, watching you for a few seconds. “D’you want anything?” The offer was sweet in a way that was so uniquely him, spoken in a way that, to anyone who didn’t know him, would come across as blunt and heartless… But to you, you knew he cared and that he wanted  to help you.

You shake your head, swallowing thickly and forcing your eyes open once more. Your vision was hazy, swimming with nausea. “Just you.” 

Dallas scoffs quietly, chuckling to himself, but he kicks off his shoes nonetheless, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it over the back of your chair. “You know, you should have called if you felt this bad.”

You fix him with a pointed look, though it is weak and pitiful. “I did call. You didn’t pick up.” 

“Oh, well…” You watched with a semi-amused expression as he struggles to say something that wasn’t an apology. “I’m a busy guy.”

That earns a small, chesty laugh from you, the action drawing a pitiful little cough from you, and you settle into his side with a tired huff. struggled

“Sure…” You sniffle lightly, closing your eyes and letting your body melt. “I hate feeling sick…” 

Dallas hums in a way that sounds almost sincere for him, rubbing your back gently; you’re surprised he’s here, surprised he knew something was wrong. “Yeah. I know. Ain’t nobody like bein’ sick.”

He presses a kiss to the side of your neck, tender and lingering, and you gasp dramatically, pulling away so quick that your head spins.

"Dal! I've got germs, remember!"

He only rolls his eyes in response, giving you a weird look. "what? On your neck? Ain't like I'm kissing ya properly."

"So? You can still catch whatever this is!" You sound almost exaspered, like a tired mother, your voice hoarse and grating, the mere act of talking making your throat burn like hell.

"Calm down, doll. I'm already sick." And with that he gets comfortable, laying down next to you and reaching for the blanket thrown haphazardly over your legs, cocooning yourself inside its warmth. 

You frown, confusion washing over you. "What? You're sick?" 

"Yeah." He drawls, tracing patterns against your skin. "Love sick." 

[harryspurpleloofah]

A Taste of You Instead

Picture is most definitely not mine ‼️‼️‼️

Summary: y/n is a chef who travels the world working in little restaurants and having her own pop up stands at festivals. She ends up having to stay in the villa because of an emergency and her and Harry come down to get water at the same time and end up hooking up.

Warnings: start and end are just fluffy, p in v sex with protection (use protection guys), nipple play, no one really plays the role of a Dom or a sub, subtle flirting between y/n and Harry the entire time, tit sucking

Mr and Mrs Lowe owned a beautiful holiday villa in the Bahamas. It was complete with a private chef who they had hired about a week ago for the high profile guests coming to stay. It was Harry Styles. With his guitarist Mitch and his drummer Sarah. Their son Arlo was with Mitch’s mother back in England. They’d also brought their mutual friend Pauli so Harry wouldn’t be third wheeling.

The whole group was buzzing with excitement, voices overlapping as they scattered throughout the villa to pick rooms. The air smelled of salt and sunscreen, a reminder of how far away they were from real life.

“Is this real?” Sarah called out from upstairs, her voice echoing. “I think this bathroom is bigger than my flat!”

“Dibs the room with the outdoor shower!” Pauli shouted, already halfway down the hall.

Mitch, less concerned about claiming a space, threw himself onto the oversized couch in the living room, right next to Harry. He grabbed the sleek brochure that had been left on the coffee table, flipping through it casually.

“Check this out,” Mitch said, holding it up so Harry could see. The cover had a photo of the villa bathed in golden light, with a caption that read, ‘An Exclusive Escape: Your Paradise Awaits.’

Harry leaned over, squinting at the text. “They really went all in on the marketing, huh?”

Mitch chuckled, turning a page. “It’s not just the house. They’ve got this whole... experience thing planned. Private yoga sessions, snorkeling tours, and—” he paused, raising an eyebrow, “a one-night ‘luxury dining experience’ with a personal chef. Fancy.”

Harry let out a laugh, shaking his head. “That doesn’t sound like us at all.”

“Speak for yourself, mate. I fully intend to live like a billionaire this week.” Mitch grinned, tossing the brochure back onto the table. “Who do you think the chef is? Like... a real one from a show or something?”

Harry shrugged, leaning back “Don’t know. Probably some bloke who makes tiny portions look pretty.”

A soft but deliberate ahem cut through the air behind him. Harry froze, Mitch’s eyes widened slightly as he looked past him.

Harry turned slowly, his gaze landing on her. She stood in the doorway to the kitchen, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised.

“Not a bloke,” she said simply, her voice calm but with a hint of teasing, “and the portions will be perfectly sized, thank you very much.”

“Right..sorry about that.” Harry smiled apologetically and ran a hand through his hair.

She smiled back, “don’t worry. Mr and Mrs Lowe just asked me to drop by and make sure you guys have settled in well. Any problems?”

Sarah comes back just then with Pauli, his face in a pout, “there’s no hot water from the sink.”

Y/n’s eyebrows furrow as she thinks for a second, “huh. Shouldn’t be a problem. Did you leave it running for a bit? Takes a bit of time.”

“Yeah for a good few minutes.”

“Alright. I’ll ask someone about that and have it fixed for you.”

“Thanks so much.”

Her gaze switches back to Harry, “now if that’s all I’ll see you guys at dinner tonight. And it’ll just be me no bloke with tiny portions.”

Harry winces in apology at being reminded once again of his mistake.

As Y/N turned back toward the kitchen, the group lingered in the living room, a little quieter than before. Sarah raised an eyebrow at Harry, clearly trying to suppress a grin.

“‘Probably some bloke,’ huh?” she teased, plopping onto the couch opposite him. “You’re off to a stellar start.”

Harry leaned back, crossing his arms defensively, though his cheeks betrayed him with a faint flush. “I didn’t know she was there,” he muttered.

She doesn’t seem like the type to hold a grudge,” Sarah offered, smiling.

At dinner, the patio was set with a long wooden table under a canopy of string lights, the sea breeze carrying the scent of fresh herbs and sizzling garlic from the open kitchen. The group was buzzing with excitement as they sat down, wine glasses clinking and laughter filling the air.

Y/N emerged from the kitchen carrying a tray, setting down the first dish with practiced ease. “Tonight’s menu is a little taste of the Mediterranean,” she said, her voice calm but warm. She explained the dish, a roasted red pepper and goat cheese tart without missing a beat, her eyes skimming the group until they landed on Harry.

“Not too small, I hope,” she added with a sly smile.

Harry sighs at the subtle jab at his earlier comment before chuckling, “alright that was a bad move. I’m sorry.”

She smiles softly, “enjoy your food guys.”

Dinner had stretched into an easy, flowing evening, laughter filling the air as everyone sat back and enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere. By the time Y/N had cleared the last of the dishes and wiped down the kitchen counters, it was well past 11, and she was starting to feel the weight of the day.

She’d tried calling her usual driver earlier, but he’d canceled because of an emergency, and now, every taxi app she tried only showed unavailable drivers. She frowned at her phone, frustration building

“Still here?” Sarah’s voice interrupted her thoughts as she appeared in the kitchen doorway, a glass of wine in her hand. She looked at Y/N with a small smile. “Everything alright?”

She glanced up, showing her phone to Sarah with a frustrated sigh. “My driver canceled hours ago, and now there’s no way to get a car out here. I was thinking of walking down to the path, but I can’t get anything close”

Sarah’s face twisted into concern. “Wait, what? Walk down the path? It’s pitch black out there. You’re not doing that.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I wasn’t planning on going on a hike, just needed to get to the main road and hope for a cab.”

But Sarah protested “No way. It’s way too late and it’s not safe.”

Pauli came into the kitchen, “What’s going on? Is someone trying to leave in the middle of the night?”

Y/N shrugged, holding up her phone. “Just trying to figure out how to get home. My ride bailed, and now it’s too late to get a replacement.”

Pauli shook his head. “Not on my watch. I don’t care if you’ve got a time machine, you’re not walking down that path to the main road alone, and that’s final.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sure I’ll be fine, Pauli. I’ve done worse.”

Mitch, always the quiet one, stepped into the room and leaned against the doorframe with his usual laid-back vibe “You sure about that?” he asked glancing at the clock. “It’s getting late. Maybe you should just stay the night.”

Y/N hesitated, glancing between them. “I don’t want to intrude. It’s your getaway. You didn’t sign up for a surprise roommate.”

“Nonsense. You’re basically our friend now. Besides you’ve already done enough for one day you gave us a lovely dinner.”

“She’s right.”

Harry stood in the doorway, his presence effortlessly commanding. His sweatpants and t-shirt were simple, but the way he carried himself made them look intentional, almost tailored. His hair was slightly tousled, and he held a bottle of water loosely in one hand.

“You don’t even know what’s happening.”

Harry stepped further into the room, his smile soft but sure. “I don’t need all the details. Just heard you’re thinking about heading out on your own this late, and that’s not happening.”

“You make it sound like I don’t have a choice,” Y/N said, tilting her head.

“You don’t,” he replied easily, leaning one hip against the counter. “Not because anyone’s forcing you, but because it’d be ridiculous. There’s more than enough space here, and I’m pretty sure none of us want to wake up to a news story about someone wandering down an unlit road in the middle of nowhere getting hurt.”

Pauli nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. ‘Chef disappears into the abyss’ is not a headline we’re aiming for.”

Y/N glanced at the others, then back at Harry, whose gaze was steady but relaxed. “And if I insist on leaving?”

Harry smiled, his tone light but firm. “Then we’ll insist you stay. It’s a holiday—it’s supposed to be easy, remember?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re awfully persistent.”

“It’s a skill,” he replied smoothly, his grin widening. “One night, Y/N. You’ll thank us in the morning.”

“Fine,” she said with a playful sigh, throwing her hands up. “But only because it’s easier than arguing.”

“Smart choice,” Mitch said with a small smile.

The villa was quiet, its sprawling layout and darkened hallways lending a hushed intimacy to the late hour. Y/N crept down the stairs barefoot, her silk pajama pants brushing lightly against her legs. She hadn’t meant to stay up this late, but the weight of the day had settled in her chest, leaving her restless.

Water. That was her excuse. She needed water.

When she entered the kitchen, she stopped short.

Harry was already there, standing by the counter in loose black sweatpants and a white t-shirt, the hem brushing his hips. His hair was an unruly mess, like he’d been tossing and turning before deciding sleep wasn’t worth the fight. He was mid-sip from a glass of water when he noticed her.

“Midnight cravings?” he asked, his voice low, the kind of quiet you only hear when the rest of the world is asleep.

“Just thirsty” she replied, stepping further into the room. “Didn’t think anyone else would be up.”

“Me neither.” He set his glass down and leaned against the counter, his hip jutting out just enough to make it look effortless. “Guess we’re both full of surprises.”

She went to the sink, reaching for a glass from the cupboard. She filled it slowly, her movements deliberate. “You always wander around this late?”

“Sometimes,” he said, watching her with an easy smile. “Hard to turn off the brain y’know?”

She nodded, turning to face him. “Yeah. I get that.”

For a moment, they just looked at each other, the silence stretching but never uncomfortable. The kitchen, dimly lit by a single overhead bulb, felt almost too small, the air thick between them.

“You seem more awake than I’d expect for someone who’s had a long day,” he said, tilting his head slightly, his green eyes sharp but warm.

Y/N shrugged, lifting her glass. “Water’s magic.”

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling low in his chest. “That what they say?”

“That’s what I say,” she said back, taking a sip.

Harry stepped closer, his movements slow and deliberate, closing the space between them. “You always this quick on your feet?”

“Occupational hazard,” she replied, her voice steady even as her pulse quickened.

“Impressive,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips for just a fraction of a second before meeting her eyes again.

The shift in the air was palpable, like the pause before a storm. Y/N felt her breath hitch as he reached out, his hand brushing hers where she held the glass.

“You’re really hardworking y’know?,” he said softly, his voice dipping lower. “I like that.”

“Is that right?” she replied, arching a brow, her fingers still wrapped around the glass even as his lingered on hers.

“Yeah. Ambitious and..driven. It’s refreshing.”

She should’ve said something clever. She should’ve stepped back, put space between them. But instead, she stayed where she was, her gaze locked with his.

“I don’t think this is the kind of conversation most people have at this hour,” she said, her voice quieter now, almost a whisper.

Harry’s smile deepened, his dimples making a brief but devastating appearance. “Guess I’m not most people.”

And then he was closer, the glass forgotten as he set it down on the counter. His fingers brushed against her wrist, his touch featherlight, but it sent a spark racing up her arm.

“Is this usually how your late night kitchen runs go?” she asked, her voice steady despite the heat blooming in her chest.

“Not really but I’ll make an exception.”

Y/N barely had time to process his words before he leaned in, his lips brushing hers. It was soft at first almost testing, but when she didn’t pull away, it deepened. His hand slid to her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss grew hungrier.

She let the glass slip from her fingers, the sound of it landing on the counter distant and unimportant. Her hands found their way to his chest, the soft cotton of his shirt bunching beneath her fingers as she clung to him.Harry’s breath hitched as he pressed her back against the counter, his body warm and solid against hers. His hands explored her sliding from her waist to her hips then back up to her jaw.

Y/N’s hands fisted in his shirt pulling him closer, her body instinctively arching toward him as the cool counter pressed against her back. She felt the warmth of his body seep through the thin fabric, the hard lines of his chest against her palms making her head spin.

He shifted slightly, his knee brushing against her leg as he slotted himself between her thighs. The motion was unhurried, but the weight of him was unmistakable. His hand slipped from her waist to her hip, his thumb pressing into the curve there, grounding her even as the heat between them grew.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured against her lips his voice low and gravelly, his breath hot against her skin.

Her response was immediate, her voice steady despite the way her pulse thundered. “I’m not telling you to stop.”

Harry pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, his green eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. When he found none, his lips quirked into a crooked smile, one that made her stomach flip.

“Good,” he whispered, his voice a velvet promise.

His lips trailed down her jaw to her neck, where he lingered nipping lightly at the sensitive skin there. Y/N’s head tilted back, a soft gasp escaping her as his hands slid under the hem of her shirt, his touch searing against her bare skin.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice rough but steady, his fingers pausing just above her waistline.

“Yes” she breathed, her own hands trailing down his torso, brushing against the waistband of his sweatpants.

His hands slipped beneath her top, skimming over her waist and ribs, his thumbs grazing the underside of her chest. He paused glancing at her, waiting for the slightest indication that she wanted him to stop.

When she arched into his touch instead, he let out a quiet groan his lips finding hers again as his hands moved higher, his thumbs brushing over her sensitive skin.

One of his hands trailed down her side, his fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pajama pants. He paused again, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Still okay?”

“Yes,” she replied, her voice firm, though her breath hitched as his hand slid lower, his fingers exploring with a confidence that left her dizzy.

Her hips shifted instinctively, seeking more of his touch, and Harry obliged, his movements slow and deliberate, as if savoring every reaction he pulled from her.

Harry’s lips were relentless his hands moving with practiced precision, sliding up under her pajama top to cup her breasts fully. His thumbs brushed over her hardened peaks, drawing a gasp from her. Her hips bucked against his instinctively the ache low in her belly becoming unbearable.

“Sensitive aren’t you?” he murmured. He dipped his head to her neck again, nipping the delicate skin, tugging her top up and over her head in one swift motion.

“You talk too much,” she shot back, her voice breathless but steady, her hands tugging at his shirt in retaliation.

He smirked, pulling back just enough to help her peel it off him, revealing the toned planes of his chest and the tattoos scattered across his skin. Her eyes lingered for a moment, taking him in.

Their mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongues now, their earlier teasing giving way to raw, unfiltered need.

Harry’s hands slid down her sides, hooking into the waistband of her pants and pulling them down in one smooth motion. His palms trailed back up her thighs, spreading them as he stepped between her legs again.

“You’re gorgeous,” he breathed, his voice low. His hands gripped her thighs, pulling her to the edge of the counter, and the cool marble against her bare skin only heightened the heat pooling between her legs.

His fingers traced up her inner thigh. He groaned low in his throat at the feel of her, leaning in to press a kiss just below her ear. “So wet already,” he murmured, his voice dripping with approval.

Her response was a whimper as his fingers began to circle her in slow, deliberate motions, teasing and testing what made her writhe against him. Her head fell back, her hands clutching at his shoulders for balance as her breathing grew ragged.

“Harry,” she gasped, her voice cracking on his name.

“That’s it, love,” he muttered, his lips traveling down her chest, his tongue flicking over a hardened peak before he took it into his mouth. His free hand gripped her waist to steady her as his fingers worked her over, building her higher and higher until she was on the edge.

“Please” she whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders as her hips moved against his hand.

“What do you need?” he asked, his voice a low rasp as he pulled back just enough to look at her.

“You” she said simply, her gaze locking with his, her cheeks flushed and lips parted.

“Hold on,” he murmured, his voice rough but full of care.

She blinked up at him, her own breathing uneven, and watched as he stepped back slightly, his hands reluctantly leaving her body. He reached for his sweatpants, which had been discarded hastily on the floor, and pulled a small foil packet from one of the pockets.

“Just gotta be careful yeah?”, he smiles at her.

She watches him put the condom on and nods.

Harry gripped her thighs, pulling her against him. Their eyes stayed locked as he aligned himself with her, pausing just long enough to let her adjust to the feel of him.

The first thrust stole the air from her lungs, and Harry groaned, his head dropping to her shoulder as he began to move. His pace was measured at first, but it quickly became clear that neither of them was interested in restraint.

“You feel so good,” he murmured against her skin, his voice barely audible over their shared rhythm.

Her reply was incoherent, a mix of moans and whimpers as her release built to a breaking point.

You’re stunning,” he said, the words tumbling out like he couldn’t stop them if he tried.

Y/N let out a small laugh, “Flattery gets you nowhere Harry.”

“Doesn’t feel like nowhere,” he countered, his hands gripping her thighs as he pulled her to the edge of the counter. “Feels like I’m exactly where I’m meant to be.”

Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, “God you’re so big..” he gripped her thighs to hold her steady. The sound of their bodies smacking together filled the kitchen, mingling with their ragged breaths and soft moans.

He pulled back, almost completely, before thrusting forward again pounding his cock deeper into her, the motion deliberate and slow. His hips snapping against hers with more urgency, each thrust driving deeper, harder. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room.

Her cries grew louder as she reached the edge, her body arching into him as the tension inside her snapped. Her release hit her like a tidal wave, leaving her shaking and clinging to him, her nails digging into his back.

Harry followed moments later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep a guttural groan escaping him as he came undone. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her close as he spilled into her, his body trembling with the force of it.

Their breaths mingled in the quiet of the kitchen, both of them still trembling slightly as they came down from the orgasm. Harry stayed close, his body pressed against hers, his hands gently smoothing over her sides as if grounding them both.

“You okay?” he murmured, his voice soft and low, the usual cheeky edge replaced with genuine care.

Y/N nodded, her fingers brushing through the damp curls at the nape of his neck. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice still a little shaky. “You?”

“Better than okay” he said, pressing a tender kiss to her shoulder. He eased back, his green eyes scanning her face, searching for any sign of discomfort.

When he was satisfied, he carefully slipped away, helping her down from the counter. She wobbled slightly, and his hands were instantly at her waist, steadying her with a gentle smile.

She watched as he went to get a glass of water and a clean dish towel. Settling beside her, he handed her the glass, his hand resting lightly on her thigh.

“Drink,” he urged softly.

She took a sip, the cool water soothing against her throat. Meanwhile, Harry unfolded the towel, dampened with warm water, and began gently cleaning her up. His movements were tender his eyes flickering to hers every so often to make sure she was comfortable.

After a while, Y/N shifted slightly in Harry’s arms, reluctantly pulling herself upright. “I should probably... you know, head up,” she said softly, glancing toward the staircase.

Harry’s arms tightened around her for a moment before he let her go, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “Yeah, probably a good idea,” he agreed, though the reluctance in his voice mirrored her own.

She stood, smoothing down her borrowed t-shirt, one of Sarah’s from earlier and glanced back at him as he leaned back against the couch. His hair was a mess of soft curls, his face flushed and glowing in the low light, and his sweatpants hung low on his hips. He looked far too good for someone who’d just spent the last hour being utterly wrecked.

He caught her staring and raised a brow, that effortless charm creeping back into his expression. “What? Already miss me?”

She rolled her eyes, biting back a grin. “Hardly,” she said, though the warmth in her voice gave her away.

Harry stood too, stretching slightly before stepping closer. “I’ll walk you up,” he offered, his voice softer now.

“I can manage,” she replied, but there was no real protest in her tone.

Together, they padded up the stairs, their bare feet barely making a sound on the wooden steps. The villa was quiet, save for the faint rustling of palm trees outside.

Soon it was the group’s last day at the villa. Y/N hadn’t stayed over every single night but the time she’d spent with them was savored by them all and they’d definitely miss her.

The late afternoon sun spilled through the villa’s open windows, casting golden light over the long dining table where Harry and his friends sat, their plates filled with the last meal Y/N had prepared for them. The air buzzed with lighthearted chatter and laughter, the group savoring both the food and the company.

“You’ve outdone yourself again, Y/N,” Sarah said, setting her fork down with a satisfied sigh. “I don’t think I’ll ever enjoy a regular sandwich again.”

“Agreed” Mitch added, raising his glass in a silent toast to her.

Pauli leaned back in his chair, a mischievous grin on his face. “What’s the secret? Is it the knife skills, the seasoning, or just pure magic?”

“Third one.” She responded while smiling as she made her way over to start to gather the plates.

Harry watched her from across the table, a soft smile playing on his lips. She moved with an effortless grace, her presence brightening the room just as much as the sunshine pouring in.

After lunch, the group lingered for a while, lounging on the couches and soaking up the last moments of their holiday. Eventually, though, the time came to start packing up, and the air grew tinged with the bittersweet weight of goodbyes.

Out on the front porch, their bags gathered near the waiting car, Sarah enveloped Y/N in a warm hug. “Thank you for everything,” she said earnestly. “You’ve been amazing.”

Pauli was next, wrapping Y/N in a dramatic bear hug that made her laugh. “If I’m ever in a food coma again, I’m blaming you,” he said, winking as he stepped back.

Finally, Harry stepped forward, his hands in his pockets and his smile soft but radiant. “They’re not wrong, you know,” he said, his voice low. “You’ve been incredible.”

“And you guys have all been lovely guests.” She replied.

Harry chuckled, pulling his phone from his pocket. “So, uh,” he started, holding it out to her. “Any chance I could get your number? For... you know, culinary emergencies.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, but her smile widened as she took his phone and punched in her number. “Only if you promise not to text me at three in the morning asking for pancake recipes,” she said, handing it back to him.

“No promises,” he replied, his grin boyish and charming as he glanced down at his phone.

The car honked softly, breaking the moment, and Harry gave her a small, reluctant nod. “Guess that’s my cue,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.

“Guess so,” she replied, her chest tightening just a bit as he stepped back.

As the car pulled away, Y/N stood on the porch, waving as they disappeared down the winding drive. The villa felt quieter already, the absence of their lively energy palpable.

She glanced down at her phone, the screen lighting up with a new message: "Thanks again, Chef. Hope this isn’t goodbye."

A soft smile spread across her lips, and she typed out a quick reply: "Not goodbye. Just see you later."

[tiredfox64]

Bi-han x confessing to a person who's been making ice puns at him since day 1 (+ him asking his brothers for guidance on doing so). He's so embarrassed to be in love with anyone and even more embarrassed that it's THEM, the lame pun guy/girl. Tomas and Kuai are literally howling with laughter at this whole situation. Their emotionally constipated brother and the person that thinks “underwhere/underwear” wordplay jokes are clever. The added dimension of hilarity added to Bi-han openly cringing at their jokes by the fact that Bihan wants to marry this person sends his brothers into borderline hysterics laughing everytime. Everytime they greet him with “*ICE* to see you again! :D ” it pushes bihans eventual confession back 2 days.

Love at Frost Sight

Yip notes: Yeah but this is the man who said "Freeze where you stand" before throwing ice. He has the tiniest funny bone in his body.

Pairing: Bi-Han x Gn reader

Warnings‼️: Bad puns, not proofread I’m tired (fixed it a little cause I can’t sleep)

You made an impression the first day you joined the Lin Kuei. You were a skilled fighter who had the potential to be greater, even Bi-Han could see that. He needs people like you. Naturally skilled with a boost to perfection. You acted like the perfect candidate…

Until he allowed you in.

It was like shaking a poor sinner’s hand. Bi-Han had no clue what was about to hit him. Your true nature was exposed the moment he gave you your uniform as a sign that you were part of the clan.

“ICY that you like me.” You joked.

His eyes immediately widened in confusion, “…what?”

“Nothing. I’ll start getting ready. I’ll see you later.” You walked off quickly to put your uniform on and start your new beginning.

Poor Bi-Han, he sure will have a hail of a time.

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Bi-Han learned quickly that you were quite the jester. You made every serious situation into a comedy skit.

You know how hard it is for the others to keep a straight face when they are being lectured and you decide to tell Bi-Han to “chill out”. The once quiet room that echoed your grandmaster’s voice was now disturbed by sharp exhales and snorts. It didn’t help that he’d go silent and everyone would try to figure out if he was mad or you actually made him shut the fuck up. The answer was there were so many thoughts running through his mind that if he tried to speak he would stutter.

You always have an ice joke ready for him. In every situation, you’ve managed to put anything ice into your sentence. If it’s not ice it’s cool, icy, or hail. How do you fit all those jokes into your head while focusing on your training? It’s almost mystical.

So why, WHY he screams. Why does he have feelings towards you? You’re so lame but he wants you. Heavens help him, he’s fallen in love with a loser.

The worst part is that his brothers are starting to catch on. They can see that Bi-Han is different now. He’s frustrated with his emotions. They’d hear him grumble to himself even when things were going well. He’d whisper under his breath about something being so idiotic and foolish. Not to mention he was daydreaming more. Blank stares, fist clenching, slow blinks, and cringing. Yes, cringing. He’d take a deep breath, give a little ‘eh’, and walk off. It’s clearly not serious if he’s acting like that.

Kuai Liang and Tomas discussed how they were gonna approach the situation. Clearly, Bi-Han doesn’t want to talk about his feelings. He never does. But this is different. He is reacting to something he has never felt before. That’s why he’s acting out.

Out of all the emotions they ran through they would have never guessed it was love. Bi-Han is supposed to be too cold for love. So when Bi-Han came to them in a tense mood they were shocked by his question.

“Kuai Liang, I know you have experience with…infatuation of a person.”

“I have never-“

“Do not play dumb we all know you like Harumi ever since you were a child.”

Kuai Liang put his head down slightly after being called out like that. Tomas was already thinking a million things. He caught onto what Bi-Han was going to ask. He slammed his hands down and blurted out a question.

“Who is it?!”

Bi-Han glared at his adopted brother for asking the obvious. He wanted to deny that he was interested in anyone, let alone you. But he came to them for a reason. He has no idea how to portray his feelings. He’s been stuck being this uptight, serious, cold-hearted person for a long time. You introduce a warm and tingly feeling and he doesn’t melt, he crumples like an iceberg. So if he wants a genuine he has to be honest and tell them who it is.

“The person is the one who gives me the most headaches.” He said quietly.

The reaction he got did not ease his awkwardness and embarrassment. Kuai Liang and Tomas were looking at him like he had grown a tail. Their eyes shifted as they tried to calculate the right words to say.

“Interesting…” Kuai Liang said in the most enthusiastic voice he could produce.

“Wow, I mean you two sure would make a lovely-“Tomas stopped himself when he snorted and had to cover his mouth.

Bi-Han immediately turned his back on his brothers and tried to walk out. Kuai Liang jumped out of his seat to catch his brother and let him know there was no shame in falling in love.

“Please, brother, we do not mean to offend you. We are simply surprised that it’s them.”

“Please, please, it’s fine.” Tomas was responding in a higher pitch as he tried his hardest to contain himself.

Kuai Liang was staring down Tomas and was mouthing to him to stop already. This is a moment in history, Bi-Han is in love! He’s in love with a person they would never expect. Tomas immediately contained himself and suppressed any giddiness he was feeling.

“Bi-Han, there is nothing wrong with your feelings. It would help if you sit down with us and tell us why you might like them.” Kuai Liang advised him.

“That is the problem. I have no reason to like them when they tell those horrible jokes.” Bi-Han’s anger was boiling up just thinking about his silly crush.

“Maybe you haven’t thought about it enough. You should take time to think about it and not be confused all the time.” Tomas genuinely wanted to help his brother figure this out. He even pulled out a chair for Bi-Han to sit in.

This feels more like an intervention than what Bi-Han originally came here for. He might as well put in the effort to figure it out. He hates leaving this a mystery even when it comes to emotions. Fine, he’ll bite, but they can’t laugh.

Tomas, hold it together for your own sake.

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It may have taken 3 hours but they got a coherent answer from Bi-Han. His reasons are, well, reasonable.

As mentioned before you are a skilled fighter who has a lot of potential. You are graceful in your movements both in kombat and in general.

It’s not all jokes and lollygagging with you. You can sit down and have a heart-to-heart conversation with someone. You could take things serious, you choose not to unless it’s life or death. Even when you get a little silly it’s cute. The joy on your face when you make people laugh or smile can melt your grandmaster’s frozen heart. Not fully, don’t toot your horn.

It’s the jokes that kill him. The puns, fucking hail, they are so corny and cheesy. They are always directed towards him. A pile of ice puns just waiting to be thrown at him. That’s why he’s so embarrassed that it’s you. You have great qualities but puns are not your forte in his mind.

According to his brothers he shouldn’t change that about you. It’s your charm. It’s also the reason he noticed you more. So could he really say it’s a bad quality when it brought him closer to you?

“So you do want them to be your partner?” Tomas reiterated.

“Yes, yes, for the thousandth time. Are you imbeciles going to help me or not?”

“We will help. The real question is if you can confess. It seems like their jokes knock you off balance.” Kuai Liang had this smug tone to his voice because he knows what he speaks in the truth.

That struck a nerve. Bi-Han feels like he’s being called a chicken. If Kuai Liang were not his younger brother he’d be dead by dinner time.

Bi-Han’s hands clenched into fist that slowly turned to ice. He has to keep his calm to prove he can confess to someone like a normal human being.

“Tell me, tell me how to confess someone. I will do it today.”

“It is simple, brother. Just tell them what we discussed. Tell them about the qualities that you like about them and ask them to be your partner. It should not be hard for you.” Because who in their right mind would deny their grandmaster. That’s a death wish.

With that answer Bi-Han was already out the door, trying to find you. Ten seconds later he returned.

“I will do it tomorrow.” He said as he gritted his teeth.

Tomas’ jaw dropped as Kuai Liang rolled his eyes.

“Why did you change your mind?” He sounded so exhausted.

Bi-Han didn’t have to say anything. He just flung the door open and there you were with a shit-eating grin. You looked so giddy as you bit your bottom lip and looked up at Bi-Han. Anyone could see the sparkle in your eyes.

Bi-Han signaled for you to repeat what you just said to him. He needs his brothers to hear the shit he deals with every day.

“I was just saying how it was ICE to see him again!” Look at that proud smile on your face.

Tomas immediately let out a laugh before covering his mouth. He did not mean for it to be that loud but his mouth was already open. It was a chain reaction because Kuai Liang struggled to keep a straight face. He lowered his head and used his hands as a visor to prevent anyone from seeing his lips twitch. His heavy breathing gave away the fact that he was close to laughing. Bi-Han…he’s not entertaining. He was pinching the bridge of his nose and grimaced as the pun replayed in his head over and over again. It’s nothing new but it makes him react the same way every day you tell it to him.

“Aw, don’t be so COLD with me, grandmaster.”

Kuai Liang smacked the table as a plead for mercy. Don’t make another joke he might combust. Tomas could only produce a wheeze in his effort to stop a laugh. The best part, they were imagining the same things which didn’t help their laughter.

Picture this:

It’s you and Bi-Han’s wedding. It’s a beautiful winter wedding and you are ready to marry the man of your dream who was once your grandmaster. You both stand before the Lin Kuei and the ceremony goes on. You are both asked if you take each other’s hand in marriage. What is your response.

“Uh duh, I’m head over HAILS for him.”

The mind can create such funny things even from men who are assassins.

Yeah, no, Bi-Han can’t do this today. He grabbed your shoulders and turned you the other way. He ignored how you were raising your eyebrows continuously as a weird way of asking if he gets it. He pushed your back lightly and that was your sign to walk away. He does that often you know what he means. He closed the door and looked back at his brothers who looked like they were hanging on for dear life.

“As I said, tomorrow.” He emphasized.

They nodded their heads as they understood their brother’s reason. Tomorrow…yeah right.

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Tomorrow came and passed. Then another passed. Then another. Another. Ah, he didn’t confess. But Kuai Liang and Tomas were sure having a hoot.

Their poor brother, why must you throw a pun at him just because he is a cyromancer?! He just wants to admit that he is in love with your lame ass. Every day when he gets the motivation to confess to you, you make another joke. He has a moment of clarity and walks away. In the morning that man is in need of you.

Do you realize the effect you have on that man? He can’t live without you or your pun. There was one day where you didn’t feel too well. You had a major headache that prevented you from thinking straight. When you saw Bi-Han and didn’t say anything he wanted to clutch his nonexistent pearls. He actually ask you if you were dying. You reassured him that it was just a headache and you’d be fine soon. Yeah, he knew you were fine when you told him “Boy, that sure was a HAIL of a headache.”

You’re gonna give me a headache. Please, have mercy.

Maybe today will be different. He’ll tire you out and catch you off guard to prevent you from saying anything. It doesn’t matter at this point he just needs to get this off his chest without walking out of the room. He went around, looking for you to bring you somewhere more private. You were just coming around the corner when you saw Bi-Han. Gosh, you were like a devious fly the way you rubbed your hands in preparation for your pun.

“Hello grandmaster! It’s ic-“

“No.” He replied bluntly as he covered your mouth.

You were actually shocked since this was the first time he’s tried to stop you. It was successful, all he needed to do was cover your mouth. He was quick to redirect you to one of the training rooms. Yes, his genius plan is to tire you out by fighting. Can’t speak when you’re too busy trying not to get your ass beat.

To his dismay his brothers were in the room. He wanted to tell them to leave but any sentence he constructs will give fuel to the pun flame. He grumbled before pushing you in.

“Today, I want us to spar. I need to see how you’ve improved.” He removed his hand from your mouth and distance himself from you.

He went into his usual fighting stance and was hoping on a star that you would follow along. His brothers were watching you both. They were watching like hawks. For once, you didn’t say anything. You got into your fighting stance, making sure you were properly balanced. But…

“Before we start I just have to say…”

Oh, oh no

“That you’re gonna need to take it ICE and easy. I fell yesterday and it hurt like HAIL. The way ICY it, it would be unfair to fight me at full force when I’m injured.”

…

…

…

“You ready for some more COOL puns?”

That’s a new face Bi-Han was making. He was wincing as if your puns physically hurt him. It hurt his soul. His eyes narrowed. His arms dropped. Today’s not the day. Tomorrow won’t be the day. This week won’t be the week. He needs to recover from all of that.

“Why do I like you?” He questioned out loud.

That was the breaking point for Kuai Liang and Tomas. They haven’t laughed like that since they were children. Tomas was on his hands and knees, dying of laughter. He sounded like a hyena. Kuai Liang was clutching his stomach. His body is not used to laugher so it’s a mixture of joy and pain. He was going in between laughter and coughing. He really wanted to support his brother, he did, but Bi-Han’s reaction was too good.

The tips of Bi-Han’s ears started to burn and turn a shade of pink. That color traveled to his cheeks. This was too embarrassing, especially because he knew you heard what he said. He had to walk away from this failure.

What did you do? Well you clearly joked around since you thought that would make him feel better.

“Wait FREEZE don’t go! Did you mean that?! We can make it work! I’ll fight tooth and HAIL to make this work between us! ICY that you like me a lot! It’s as clear as ice.”

“THAT IS ENOUGH FOR TODAY!”

Bi-Han’s words bounced off the hallway walls before he walked to his bedroom and slammed the door. All the clan members looked around to see what all that ruckus was about. All they found was you with a dopey smile on your face, Tomas cackling, and Kuai Liang coughing up a storm.

Well, I hope you are happy. You just drove your future husband crazy. I don’t know why he’s so mad. He should let loose and enjoy the ICE of life.

Yap notes: Sorry if the second half is a little messy, I don’t have my laptop with me. So I went swimming for a bit that was nice. I went into the 10 feet end like a dumbass but it was nice. Now I must rest and forget about my life. Adiós!

[jungkooklover777]

𝑌𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒 ; benjamin (ben) “benny” miller | one-shot |

summary: the morning after you intoxicatingly confessed your crush on the man (& what he says after).

pairing: introvert!fem!reader x ben miller

trope: best friends to lovers.

genre: fluff + mild angst.

warnings‼️: feelings of low self-esteem & insecurity (reader).

word count: 2,376.

random disclaimerrr: sequel to this one-shot! i have garrett hedlund brainrot. happy reading! ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ ♡ © 2025 @jungkooklover777

Ben’s making breakfast: chocolate chip pancakes with chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and some freshly cut fruit on top. He also made you some coffee.

A good breakfast isn’t something you indulge in as often as you’d like but he knows what you need. He always does.

He walks in with the plate and cutlery wrapped in napkins in his pockets, gripping the coffee mug carefully.

He sets them down as quiet as he can on your bedside table and checks up on you.

Your body temperature has returned to normal and your vitals are still good since you only consumed half of the drink, thankfully.

Ben’s instinct to protect is always amped up by a thousand around you.

He was hot-blooded, wanting nothing more than to just bash that demented motherfucker’s skull in.

But he didn’t, he couldn’t. Not when he had you there. Not when he had to take care of you.

You, with your soft heart and voice. You with your beautiful smile and clever mind.

He sits down on the side of your mattress, admiring you.

The golden rays slip between the cracks of your blinds and cast an ethereal glow onto you.

It’s a bit comical how the only space that is occupied by light is casted onto you.

Your face is like a mountain he once scouted while on a dangerous mission in South America. The slope of your nose reminds him of a pathway that leads down, into the plush forest that are your lips. The delicate curve of your jaw juxtaposed with your collarbones are the parallel channels of water he crossed stealthily.

Everything ultimately leads back to you.

Turning on your side, you deeply inhale and exhale: the early tells of your awakening.

Your blink rapidly for your eyes to adjust and once you notice him, you self-consciously tap around your mouth to get any drool you may have produced overnight.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty.” He cheekily smiles.

You smile with your eyes. “Hi.” Your voice raspy as you lift the duvet to cover your mouth.

“Made you breakfast.”

You smell it before you see it, a great plate of your favorite breakfast and coffee.

You gasp with excitement. “Aw, Ben. You shouldn’t have.”

He smiles at your happiness. You still have that light from when he first met you all those years ago.

“Of course! Gotta keep my best girl fed.” He winks.

His girl. His best girl at that.

You blush at his words, heat crawling up your neck and spreading over your cheeks.

“I’ll just be outside.” He swiftly adds, knowing you’d wanna get ready before eating.

You nod and he’s out the door, shutting it gently.

You bring the duvet over your face and breathily giggle, lightly squealing in giddiness.

There's an opposite reaction outside.

Ben facepalms himself and sighs in frustration. “My best girl? Really? Why do I always do this shit.” He shakes his head and rubs his face, hoping you don’t mind.

Quite the contrary, you mind it a lot but not in an offensive way. In a way that makes you think of it fondly.

You try to recall last night's events but it's all a weird blur for you, a cloudy haze of bits and pieces that don't quite connect yet.

You remember walking in and meeting his friends.

They're nice enough, you'd say.

You then went off to get a drink at the bar, Will came and chatted with you for a moment

What else?

You squint your eyes as you clasp your bottom lip between your index and middle fingers.

There was a shifty guy who wouldn't stop talking your ear off and then he insisted on getting you a drink.

But what after that?

You know Ben had to be the one to bring you home because that explains his presence, but you can't quite remember that point in time.

You sigh and get up to freshen up, maybe your mind will freshen up as well.

In the meantime, Ben is gushing and blushing.

He smiles cheesily as he hears your words ring in his ear, your flushed face and sparkly eyes cloud his mind and you're all he's thinking about.

Actually, you're all he's ever thought about. You're constantly on his mind, 24/7 and he didn't even know it.

He'll be eating dinner late at times and think, Did she eat today? She probably did. When? I hope not as late as me.

Ben thinks about you when he's out doing some shopping, whether it be for clothes, decor, or any other random things.

He'll stop by the candle aisle and think about which candles you'd like, which ones smell like you, which scents remind him of you.

“She'd like this.” He'd say as he held up some room decor and imagined how it’d look in your place.

He’s been so enamored by you all these years. His heart has always called out your name.

If Ben has any shot at making this real, he has to do this right.

Should he plan a romantic candlelit dinner? At home or at your favorite restaurant? You’d like a carnival date as well! He could win you anything you’d like and then y’all could go to the photo booth to immortalize the whole day.

So many choices, so little time.

There’s no doubt in his mind that your confession was said in a moment of clarity and not in a state of delirium.

“Hey, you’re still here.” You smile warmly and he keens at the sight.

Your hair slightly frizzy and damp from your hotter-than-hell shower, skin glowing, and eyes retaining that sparkle from last night.

He can feel his heart skip a beat as you laugh. Are you laughing at him?

“Why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” You say with an airy lilt in your words.

So you are.

“Like what?”

You walk back to grab your plate and mug and get situated at the dining table. A cute grin remains on your face.

“I dunno, kinda like a kid being told to move his clip back up to green from red.”

Ben guffaws at this. You always did have such a way with words.

“A guy can’t just be happy now?” He asks as he takes a seat beside you.

His knee touches yours and you don’t move away. He doesn’t either.

You shrug, taking a bite of your pancakes and closing your eyes to savor the taste. You set down your utensils and point at the plate repeatedly, chewing before you speak as you’re no animal.

“This is so good. Five stars, seriously.”

Your praise for his culinary skills aren’t rare but they aren’t common either.

What kind of chef can you a expect military man who survived on food packs to be?

Ben rests his chin on his palm, his lips in a slanted smile as he observes you in your natural state.

You’re calm, cool, collected. You’re in your comfiest clothes and fall into a rhythm not many people get to witness.

He also notes that you’re very happy but they say the way to a girls heart is through her stomach, and that proves true in this moment.

There’s just one thing: you’re still abashed when he watches you eat. It’s just the one thing you can’t get over with people regardless of how close you may be or how long you’ve known them.

He knows that, that cheeky little shit. It’s the thrill of poking fun at someone who won’t let it get under their skin that makes him want to do it all the more.

“Please, stop staring.” You ask softly before taking a sip of your coffee.

He moves his head left then right, then left and right again.

Your tongue pokes your cheek in a feeble attempt at trying not to smile.

“I wanna keep doing this.”

You lick your coffee stained teeth and your eyes dart to him. “Keep doing what?”

Ben's confidence has always been his stellar quality, the best thing about him. Though, it dwindles as you stare at him expectantly.

His nervousness is afoot and he hopes it's not as noticeable to you as it is for him.

“I, uhh... I mean I wanna still, like...” He trails off and shakes his head, a shy smile growing on his almost-flushed face. “Nevermind. It's not important.” He tries to pass it off.

You dismiss the notion. “What? No! You can't do that!” You deny with a chuckle. “Now I wanna know— have to know, actually.”

Ben bites his lip in contemplation. Should I say it now? Is this the right time?

Regardless of what his heart is telling him, his mind overrules it and he shakes his head once more.

“Nothin’. It's nothin’, I promise. I was just...” And he trails off again, a short laugh interrupts his string of words.

You tilt your head and blink, your hand coming to rest on his. “It's not unimportant, not to me.”

That makes him hold his breath. You really give a damn, don't you?

“But if you still don't want to then I won't force you. Just know that you can always talk to me, always tell me anything.”

You smile sweetly and he’s left staring.

“No pressure.” You say lastly before drinking some more of your coffee.

Oh but the pressure's on.

He can feel an odd squeeze at his lungs and is reminded to breathe again, the feeling going away once he inhales deeply.

“You wanna go out with me?”

He couldn't have picked worst timing.

You choke on the beverage and explode into a fit of coughs, almost spilling it on yourself as you set it down with a semi-loud thunk.

The man next to you immediately sprints into action by placing one hand on your back, rubbing it and occasionally giving it a pat.

“Jesus, girl!” He chuckles. “You okay?”

You clear your throat and just sit for a minute, catching your breath. “Yeah, yeah… I-I'm good.”

Your softly pant as he sits back down, both hands in his lap now as he observes you.

For the first time, he can't read you. Ben can't seem to figure out what's going on that pretty, little head of yours and that starts to freak him out a little bit.

He doesn't show it though, obviously. You shouldn't have to cater to his feelings when you have your own to cater to.

You clear your throat gingerly and catch his attention, his blue eyes intently observing you.

“Do you really mean that?” Your voice comes out small.

He blinks, confused by your comment. “Of course I do.”

You nod, looking down at your unfinished breakfast.

You don’t know what to say.

The better part of your life has been filled with an undisclosed secret, a longing for him.

He’s your best friend, your confidant. He’s also the one that knows you inside and out, the one that loves seeing you content more than anything.

You’re elated yet conflicted.

A sharp breath enters your lungs and gives you the courage to raise your most important concerns.

“Are you sure?”

He’s clearly taken aback.

“What?” He laughs incredulously.

You blink once, twice. Licking your lips, you ask again. “I mean, are you sure that’s how you feel?”

Ben’s stumped. This was not the reaction he calculated at all.

“Where exactly is this coming from?”

Oh boy.

If he’s gonna take it there then you might as well go ahead.

“Okay, Ben... I remember what I said last night and I’m really, really sorry.”

He can’t believe this. You’re apologizing for having a crush on him?

“It was honestly, probably the most embarrassing moment of my life so far,” A pitiful chuckle escapes the confines of your mouth before you can reel it in. “…But please don’t think you have to return the feelings.”

Your eyes are beautifully tragic. They’re filled with a glimmering sadness that runs deeper than he’ll ever understand.

You’re baring your soul to the man who has the privilege of being the object of your affection, he sees that much.

Ben feels so badly for you. He doesn’t know how you can think of him as a man who’d take pity on you for something you revealed in confidence, albeit under the influence given the circumstances.

“Y/n,” He husks and doesn’t let you look away from him.

He ducks his head down to meet your flinching gaze. His steely eyes are unwavering and raw, always revealing his inner machinations to you. Especially now.

“I’m not… doing you a favor or whatever it is you’re implying.”

You blink as unshed tears border on the horizon of your eyes.

“I like you a lot, actually. As in I wanna be with you.”

A shaky sigh from you, a breath of confidence from him.

“And I’ve felt this way for a long, long time, alright? I would never lie to you and you know that.”

You don’t hold yourself back anymore. You lurch forward and anchor yourself against him, both arms around his neck and your chin in the crevice of his shoulder.

The fabric of his denim button-up is now marked forever by your tears of joy.

“Do you know how long you’ve kept me waiting, Miller?” You sniffle.

Ben smiles. “Do you know how long I’ve been holding on to that secret?” He playfully retorts.

You lean back just until your noses are a hair away from each other.

He stills, absorbing every detail your face has to offer.

The tear tracks on your cheeks are rubbed away by his thumb and your lashes flutter from his tender touch.

“Seriously though. I’m sorry it took me so long, I dunno what I was thinking.”

You shake your head lightly. “I’ve kept you waiting long enough, too.”

Ben nudges himself closer, carefully entering your space as his knee touches yours once more. A rough and calloused hand comes to caress your head as he coaxes you to lean into him.

As he plants a feathery kiss onto your forehead, you think about all the ones that came before this fateful day and the many to follow in the near future.

[strangelysamantha]

JJ MAYBANK X FEMALE READER‼️ a short fluff about jj + how he would be too nervous around you to confess his feelings + so his usual tough guy act is lowered + he has to really find a way to tell you how he feels.

nerves ❀

jj maybank x fem!reader.

warnings: none.

summary: jj is too nervous around you, he struggles to tell you how he really feels.

word count: 984.

request? yes!

a/n: i’m so excited to finish up my drafts, and create more stories for you guys.

my masterlist

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you sit on on john bs couch. jj is sitting a little far away, but he’s sitting with you. the sunset leaks through the living room blinds, it’s quiet but comfortable. you look over at him, his face is hard to read. “hey j, is everything okay?” you question. he takes a second, “yeah, i’m alright. it’s just been a long day that’s all.” you nod, but fall short on a response. after a few seconds, jj breaks the silence. “why do you hang out with me?” you’re caught off guard by his question, “what do you mean?” he quickly corrects himself, “i mean like, us, the pogues?” you nod. “you guys make me feel like i have a family. i don’t have to change who i am, yknow? my last friend group made me feel like i had to act a certain way. i lost who i was…” you glance over to look at him, “you guys helped me find that girl i had lost.” jj finally makes eye contact with you. “im really glad we’ve done that for you.”

“jj, you were one of the main reasons i felt comfortable enough to be myself. i could never thank you enough.” you move closer to him on the couch, placing your hand on his. he holds it, “i don’t want that to change.” you nod, “it won’t change, i know it won’t.” his breathing is slow, and his eyes are shut. “what’s on your mind j, you can tell me.” he shakes his head, “i just need a second, okay? i’ll be right back.” he stands up, and walks out onto the porch. his hands are shaky and his heart is racing.

you wait on the couch, compelled to get to the bottom of what was going on with him. he was always there for you, regardless of what happened, or what needed to be done. you couldn’t sit around, you needed to return the favor. you slowly stand up from the couch, you tread slowly to the front door, you knock, hoping he wants you to follow him.

“hey.” he mumbles. “i wanted to check on you. i’m here for you, you know that right?” he turns around to face you, he grabs your hands and takes a deep breath. “listen, i don’t know how to act around you. it’s been difficult for me.” you understand how he feels, “that’s okay, talk to me. we’ll get through it together.” he looks away, and drops your hands. he can’t get the words out. his brain is overwhelming and he can’t navigate it. “join me.” you lay with him on the hammock. you guys look up at the sky in comfortable silence. “jj. i’m open to anything. just get it off your chest, i promise there is nothing you can say that will ruin our friendship.” his heart stings at the dynamic.

“you see the stars?” you glance at him, and notice his eyes are set on the sky. your eyes look up as well, “i do.” he hesitates, “we only get one life. and i don’t want to mess this up. but i can’t continue being your friend, it’s too difficult.” your heart speeds up, “what are you saying jj?” he sighs, “i have this urge to protect you, and do everything for you. whether it be as small as grabbing you water, or running errands with you so you aren’t alone. anything you ask, and it’s done. but…” his cheeks are bright red and his breath is heavy. he continues softly, “i don’t want to just be your friend, i need you as more. my whole body aches to be yours.” you sigh with relief. “are you saying you like me maybank?” you giggle. you roll over so your body is cuddling his. he laughs and nods his head. “yes, that’s what i’m saying.” you kiss his cheek, “well, i don’t want to just be friends either. i’ve liked you for so long, but i was too scared to say anything. i couldn’t fathom loosing you.”

“i felt the same way, i was so nervous all night. but i knew i had to say it now, or else id miss my chance.” you both sit up, “i don’t want to miss this chance either j.” you’re looking into his eyes, you glance down to his lips, and without a second thought you lean in and kiss him. he eagerly kisses back, his hands desperate for your touch, land around your waist. he pulls away softly, his forehead leaning against yours, “will you be my girlfriend?” he chuckles slightly, his face bright red. “of course, i’ve been waiting for this moment forever.” he goes in for another kiss, your arms wrapping around his back, you run your fingers through his hair.

john b and kiara interrupt, “finally, took you two long enough.” john b exclaims. kiara laughs, “i’m so happy for you guys.” the two of you both embarrassed, look at your friends. jj is the first to comment, “hey! it’s a delicate subject okay!” kiara rolls her eyes, “i’m just glad you guys have finally made it official. everyone has seen the way you two look at eachother.” you bite your lip ashamed, “i thought i was being subtle!” jj shrugs, “you were subtle, i was certain you would have laughed at my confession and went home.” you playfully punch his arm, “i would have never done that! i’ve had a crush on you since the first day we met!” john b chimes in, “why do you think she’s turned down every guy whose ever looked her way jj?” you gasp, and jj laughs, “i should have saw the signs.” all four of you head inside, making plans for the rest of the night, however, unlike usual, jjs hands are wrapped around your waist, and he cuddles and kisses you all night.

[savemeafruitjuice]

My first Sonic fic! 😈🔥 🔥 🔥🗣️‼️‼️

(and my first fic of the year)

Lee: Sonic

Ler: Maddie, Tom

TW!: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF GORE! (Not really descriptive, just a reference to a movie) Other than that just fluff!!!!!

THIS IS SET AFTER THE EVENTS OF THE FIRST MOVIE, SO BE AWARE!!! ALSO, NFSW DNI!!!! THIS IS A FAMILY. A CHILD AND HIS PARENTS.

Maddie had to admit, having a kid was an unexpected change of pace to her slower small-town life, but a welcome one nonetheless.

She and her husband, Tom, had recently adopted a young blue hedgehog, who just happened to have come from another universe. Sonic, as she had discovered his name to be, had joined their family after years of being hidden from the world. His newfound family had given him a chance to experience a safe and fun childhood- one that he enjoyed and cherished every single day.

Sonic seemed to be having a blast catching up on all of the things to do in Green Hills, and although he loved the sports, games, and foods he had gotten to try, an interest that had really stuck out among the rest was watching movies. Maddie found it interesting as to how such an energetic teen could be pacified into calmly sitting just by having a film playing in front of him.

Which, she wasn't going to judge at all. Especially when it meant a few hours of peace and quiet.

Sonic had made it a point to she and Tom that they should all watch movies together, admitting as to how he had totally-not-creepily watched a few from their window before he was discovered by the couple, but never got to finish most of them. This prompted an excited, albeit slightly concerned, Tom to insist on the three of them watching all of the classics that night, and having a bit of family time.

And just like that, the newly-made hedgehog mom was lounging on the couch, surrounded by plenty of blankets and pillows as Tom was going through their DVDs, naming them off as their blue-quilled son jumped up and down excitedly next to him, babbling about his favorite parts.

"Uhm.. Oh! How about 'Karate Kid'?"

Sonic jumped onto the couch, barely missing Maddie's leg, and did some ninja-kicks at the air, imitating some moves he must have seen in the movie. "Ohohoh! I love that one!"

Tom chuckled, flipping through another couple discs. "We also have 'The Princess Bride', have you seen that one?"

The hedgehog stopped his attack on the void, going back to bouncing on the couch cushions. "Hmm.. I didn't really understand parts of it. Like, near the end when Westley was threatening to cut off the other dude's nose and mouth and stuff, but leave his ears. Why would a dead guy be able to hear?"

At her husband's pause, Maddie laughed, shaking her head fondly. "I think it was the idea that his soul would still be able to hear things from his body's place. You don't have to look that far into it, though, hun."

Sonic shrugged, and Tom stood from his spot on the floor, carrying the selection of movies the three had agreed on, and settled them near the tv. He put one in the DVD player, and plopped down on the opposite side of the couch as his wife, leaving a bit of room for Sonic to sit once he was ready.

As the first movie's title appeared on the screen, Sonic cheered, letting himself fall onto the couch. He scooted back, then curled up against Maddie's side. "Alright! Jurassic Park sounds cool!"

"Betcha didn't know there are three Jurassic Park movies."

"And another three- don't forget Jurassic World, Tom."

The brunette smiled. "Right, can't forget those."

Sonic was practically in awe, jaw dropped as he stared at the two. "Wait, what? You're telling me there are six movies about dinosaurs?!" He sighed, flopping back onto the couch. "We have to watch them all!"

"Wohow, you're getting ahead of yourself there." Tom laughed, ruffling the smaller's head. "We can't watch all of them tonight, but I promise we can eventually. Just.. not all in one sitting."

Sonic smiled, nodding at the assurance. Tom then pressed play, and the family quieted, focused on the beginning scene in front of them.

As the movie played, Sonic had found himself deeply invested in the plot, rearranging himself every now and then into a more comfortable position. As of now, he was curled up in Maddie's lap, socked feet in Tom's lap. The teen's head was propped up in his hand as he focused on the tv screen, being caught off guard as a dinosaur screeched loudly, flinching back.

He froze, the hedgehog subtly glanced at Tom's face, hoping the Sheriff, nor Maddie noticed him jump. When neither of them had a reaction, Sonic let out a quiet sigh, trying to go back to focusing on the tense scene that was happening.

A couple minutes had passed, and he had finally relaxed again. The air in the room was peaceful, and everyone was calm. Maddie subconsciously reached a hand to gently rub at Sonic's side, used to holding hands with her husband or something of the sort when watching things together.

Nothing, though, could have prepared the small family for the noise that elicited from the blue hedgehog's mouth.

At the touch, Sonic absolutely screamed as if he had been shocked with a million volts of electricity, his head tumbling from his hand as he whipped around. The veterinarian's eyes widened, and her hand quickly pulled away from her son's body.

"Sonic! Are you okay?"

Maddie's eyes swept thoroughly over his torso, searching for any possible sign of injury. Sonic, on the other hand, was now turned to face her, looking just as shocked as she did.

"I- yeah, I'm okay. I guess you just.. scared me?"

Tom looked puzzled. "Seems that way, huh? We weren't even watching a scary movie, kiddo."

The teen shrugged. "I know. Weird."

Maddie thought for a moment, brows furrowing slightly as an idea formed. "Sonic.. Is it alright if I try that again? Just.. to make sure everything's alright."

Sonic nodded, sitting up to allow her easier access. As her hand went to gently touch his side, he glanced down with equal interest, only to jump and giggle the second her hand came into contact with his skin.

"AH! Wait- hahah!"

The green-eyed hedgehog looked up with a confused grin, head tilting slightly as Maddie pulled away again. She smiled back, laughing a bit as she spoke. "Looks like we figurehed out what 'scahared' you!"

Sonic looked back down at himself, grabbing his own side, face pinching in a perplexed expression. "What.. was that? You just- you made me laugh?"

Maddie glanced at her husband, who seemed to be shocked by this new piece of information. The sheriff's jaw dropped, and he stared at Sonic in disbelief.

"You mean you don't know what tickling is?"

When the smaller shook his head, Maddie quickly interjected. "Okay, we are fixing that right now." She straightened up in her spot, and reached for his side again.

"Tickling is when someone touches a specific part of the body that makes them laugh." She squished at his torso, gaze softening as he burst into happy giggles. "It's an involuntary response."

Sonic jerked away from the offending hand, flopping to the side as his arms went to curl around his belly. "Ahah! Snrt- Yohou mean Ihi've been wastihihing my time on johokes? This is- Snrt- ahawesome!" The teen kicked his legs out, squealing as another hand came to his knee. "HAH! Tohohom, noHO!"

"I still can't believe you had no idea what tickling is! I wonder where else you're ticklish!" Tom's excited smile morphed into something more smug, and he spidered his fingers all along the laughing teen's knees, reaching a hand up to dig into his underarm too.

A squeaky squeal escaped from Sonic's mouth, and he quickly clamped his arm down, kicking his legs out frantically. Maddie snickered, placing a hand over her husband's as she spoke. "Be gentle with him. We don't wanna overwhelm the poor kid."

Tom rolled his eyes playfully, but went back to tickling at his knees. When Sonic exploded into bright laughter again, trying to pull his legs away, he stopped, moving to instead rub at his leg comfortingly.

The hedgehog looked up as the fluttery sensation stopped, a confused residual smile plastered on his face. "Whahah.. Why'd yohou guys stop?"

"Figured you needed a break. You were laughing pretty hard there."

Maddie smiled for probably the umpteenth time today. "Unless you want us to keep going?"

She noticed a tinge of shyness in his tone, but the happy smile he wore way outshined it. "Yeah! I-If thats okay, of course. Tickling is just.. really fun!"

"We'd be happy to!" She beamed, bringing her fingers to his belly, scribbling her nails over it. Sonic's limbs flailed for a moment, then his hands snapped up, holding onto his mom's wrists, giddy laughter spilling from his mouth when Tom wiggled a finger into the crook of his neck.

The smaller cackled, scrunching his shoulders up. He wiggled about, legs instinctively kicking at Tom and Maddie's arms, though despite his half-hearted struggling, the kid looked like he was having a blast.

Maddie cooed, half expecting to be pushed away, but she never was. Sonic just held onto her, eyes squeezing shut in mirth. After a few seconds, Tom pulled his hands back once more, his son peeking an eye open through his giggles to see what was going on.

"Honey, can you get his hands? I wanna try something."

"Sure, Tom." She smiled, reaching forward a bit to gently scoop up the smaller's wriggling arms, lifting them above his head.

Sonic tugged at his hands, attempting to pull his legs up to gain some sort of protection, as he was feeling a lot more exposed now. An anticipatory smile tugged at his lips as Tom drew closer.

"Nahah! Snrk- Get awahay!" Sonic tried to kick at the elder, only to squeal in an embarrassingly high pitch as his ankle was grabbed and pulled away, being quickly pinned onto the couch. "Tohom! Whahat're yohou doihihing?"

The brunette grinned, sneaking a tickle across his son's side, prompting the younger to burst back into giggles.

"Nothing much, bud. I just wanna introduce you to tickling properly. And this is the best way to do it!" Tom lunged forward, inhaling deeply before blowing a huge raspberry against Sonic's belly.

The hedgehog shrieked, immediately tearing his arms and leg from his parent's grasp as he exploded into cackles. His arms curled around Tom's head, eyes going wide at the horribly ticklish feeling shooting through his torso.

"PFFAAHAH! SNRK- TOHOM!" he squealed, legs kicking frantically in a blur of movement. A few seconds went by, and the raspberry still didn't stop! The blue teen tossed his head to the side, cheeks growing redder the longer he laughed. "EEEAHAH! HAHAH! SNRK- OKAY OKAY OKAHAHAY! PLEHEHEASE!"

Tom pulled away, chuckling at the giggling mess of laughter on the couch. "Whahat? Too ticklish for you?"

Maddie laughed, shaking her head as she helped the younger up. "Oh my goodness.."

The blue-themed teen slumped into her, hiding his residual giggles into his hands as he recovered from the playful attack. "Geheez, I.. cahan't believe thahat- Snrk- just happehened.."

After taking a moment to catch his breath, Sonic let his arms fall from their spot over his face. He looked up at Tom with a gentle smile. "..Thanks, Tom."

The sheriff smiled back, then crashed into the two, wrapping his family in a hug. "No problem, little man."

The three seemed perfectly content, until the youngest burst into laughter again. "Pfft! Wehe- We plahanned out this whohole movie night, and didn't eheven watch a sihingle movie!"

"Ohoh yeah! We were watching a movie, weren't we?"

Maddie cracked up, shaking her head at the silliness of the situation. "Ihi don't even remember what part we were at.."

"Rihight.." The youngest thought for a minute, then shrugged. "Yeah, I don't know."

"Want to pick a different one, and go back to Jurassic park later?"

"Yeah! Oh, I know the perfect one.."

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Rahhh I finally finished it!! I really liked writing this, they're such sillies! 💙💛💙💛

[submenarehotties]

— untitled #1

pairing; submissive ryomen sukuna & dominant gn reader.

(does not follow the plot of the jjk manga or anime)

cw & tw: suggestive, its clear you’re in control here, heian era, uhhh idk if this counts as sfw but i’ll still put a cl regardless…

summary: how did you manage to break down sukuna’s ego in one swoop?

note: guys i can’t write anymore, i’ve lost it😭😭 let alone smut oml - and i’m too lazy to make it all pretty with colors so i’ll probably edit this in like a few months lol. mind any spelling errors!

word count: 0.4k+

ryomen sukuna was not sure what it was about you. the way you made him question all of his decisions. the way you didn’t let anyone get a firm grasp on you. the way you wouldn’t let properly claim you. his ego just cannot bare it.

it was if he had been cursed, which is humorous because he, himself, is the king of curses.

you had such an addictive aura. a fiery one. one that he could not let go of.

and he would be lying if he said that he wasn’t enjoying the situation he had put himself in. even if it meant bending his poor ego.

“damn you.” sukuna groaned, his fingers digging into the arms of his chair.

“be careful of what you say.” you murmur sweetly in his ear.

you could disappear and he wouldn’t be able to do a single thing about it. you tilt your head curiously, wondering what he’s pondering in that chaotic mind of his.

his eyes snap open and his hand possessively grabs your arm, assuring himself that you won’t disappear from his view.

you scoff, roughly shaking off sukuna’s hand. you cup his chin, looking into his eyes, seeing nothing but deeply hidden fear. not really a shock that you could see that, you’ve completely flipped sukuna’s world upside down.

“don’t tell me that you can’t function without me anymore.” you chuckle, not even believing the words coming out of your mouth.

he stays silent and you know you have your answer. you raise an eyebrow at his silent behavior. his hands reach for your waist, his forehead resting against your stomach as he growls as if angry with himself.

“i don’t want to feel this way. i don’t need to.” he grips your waist tighter as he talks.

“are you so sure? i would bet my life that your heart’s racing so fast right now.” you comment with a smile.

sukuna raises his head, his jaw clenching. you drag a hand down his chest slowly, feeling the unsteady, fast beat of his pathetic heart. he grabs your arm, not to stop you, but to keep your hand there.

“help me.”

sukuna murmurs with a low whine. you wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t for his whine. you freeze, clenching your jaw, your hand on his chest gripping his kimono for dear life.

it only takes so much for your control to break.

your head bows for a moment before you slowly look up, leaning your face close to his, your lips so close to touching. sukuna is shuddering very slightly at the closeness of your mouth to his.

“what do you want me to help you with exactly?”

while maintaining eye contact with you, sukuna begins to guide the hand that was on his chest lower and lower…

a/n: this literally is so bad, i haven’t written a single thing since december of LAST year. EMBARRASSING! anyway, i may make a part 2 with a lil smth😛 but who knows? - i don’t‼️‼️‼️

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© 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 2024. All Rights Reserved.

[transformers-spike]

Jello there it's foot anon.

Anyways.

I've been having lots of thoughts about like. A cnc scene with Screamer and his human. Foot based of course. Because I want that guy to be mean to me. Just a little. Well a lot. But that's not what this ask is about. It's about Screamer's human finding his stashe of feet pics and also kind of being into it. They're supportive at least. Also should I start writing a foot fetish fic. With Screamer. I'll be the change I want to see in the world.

Anyways².

We all know how much Starscream loathes himself for like fleshie little pedes. His curiosity got the best of him and he's done some 'research' (looked up pede porn) but none of it got him going like seeing his human shoeless just lounging around. Then he finds foot fetish content on the internet!!! And he's like 'wow....... These fleshies are such perverts who could ever find themselves self servicing to this slop?' and lo and behold he's nearly bulging out of his panels imagining his human in the pictures instead of the model.

And this continues for a while. Anytime him and his human get freaky, Starscream is always distracted. The way their toes curl or their legs shake in pleasure, it drives him up the fucking wall. And his human is like 'you okay, bud?' and Starscream is like mm never better while he's blue balling himself over some toes.

But his human suspects something more. And they suspect the worst. Maybe they just don't pleasure him, or he's losing interest. (VERY LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER‼️) so they start sniffing around. They look for clues. They have an obnoxiously large magnifying glass too. But in reality they just scour his search history. They find the foot fetish content. And human is like. Not as bad as it could be. So they stew, and the consider, and they think, and they doubt, and they get insecure. Insecure that they can't fulfill a very normal fetish, but human has no idea where to start. So like any normal person they look more into the foot fetish porn that Starscream has procured. He likes stockings, and dangerously high heels that are sleek in design. He likes bare feet that are well maintained, pampered even. Likes the cutesy casual socks that look suspiciously like their own socks....... Oo this freak like feet and he's ashamed! is the big take away they get. And they love starscream so much, and the stuff he likes seems mostly tame! Why not? Why not indulge your big metal man's foot fetish?

and then that's exactly what they do. Idk how they obtain Louboutins but what's funny to me is that they use Megatron's credit card. I know it's unrealistic, but hey, anything for pretty bird man.

Anyways³.

Starscream's human obtains the Louboutins, and stockings, and replenishes their normal socks because those have been going missing too. But that's a story for another day.

They hide this stuff away, nervous but excited. They start out slow, incorporating more upscale footwear and during their night time routine, lotioning their feet and legs where they know Starscream is watching. And boy does he watch. (POP THOSE PANELS BOY I KNOW YOU WANT TOO.)

Now. I have concepts of what happens next, but that's where this lil drabble ends in my notes app, so I'm gonna freeball the next part.

Eventually, they put on the Louboutins and a slutty little secretary outfit (pants or pencil skirt, your pick) and watch a tutorial on how to walk in these things, and they are golden. They pick the perfect day for it too. They say megatron FINALLY decides to host a meeting for all his Decepticons for uh.... (Checks notes) Literally what ever reason. Battle plans and whatnot. And guess what! Starscream decides to bring his human for also! Literally whatever reason. And so does everyone else! So his human is perched on his shoulder, ever vigilantly watching over him (watching cat videos but shhhh) and those itsy, bitsy red bottoms are just. There! Resting against him so casually! He's distracted yes, but not distracted *enough*

His human is innocently crossing and uncrossing their legs. Starscream's fans click on but nobody says anything, not while Buckethead (laub u megsy) over there is talking. At this point, Starscream would be taking notes, but he just wants fleshie feet. Literally would do anything in this moment to whip it out and not be chastised for jorkin it to feet in front of his boss and subordinates. But he keeps and level head. He can mooch off Soundwave's extensive notes later.

Meeting adjourned. Now, his fellow Decepticons are mingling, sharing notes and opinions about the formerly discussed battle plans and what not. Starscream is anxious to hightail it outta there but his human makes eye contact with Megatron's human and now they just have to talk! They gotta catch up! They gotta make plans! And share silly videos! And compliment each other's outfits!

So now, like many other mechs, Starscream has to wait for his human to finish socializing. It's like moms at a little league game. Wine coolers are involved. (/j?)

Anyways⁴.

At this point, I'm just rambling, but I think I could turn this concept into a little fic. A foot fetishie fic☝🏻 hope u enjoyed my mindless thoughts and my run-on sentences.

Bye lol

Pleaseeee if you turn this into a fic send it to me. Even if unfinished, I need this

I'm a sucker for TFP Starscream going through it TM just because he won't admit his kinks

And tbh it cracks me up to hear about Starscream and Megan's humans chatting together. Straight up telling you Screamer's having a hell of an awkward time

Also something tells me he's into open-toe socks...

[amphitriteswife]

🎡🎟️Snv/ ror character going to a state fair 🎡🎟️

Tag list: @mizz-sea-nymph @tinyy-tea-cup @brokensenseofhumor @monstertreden @nicasdreamer @bumblebees-knees-threes @itz-hel @gabelesimp @swallowtail-lotus @praisethesuuun @meliii-mp3 @imperfectbloodmoon @rukia-writes @snowmantita @salmonpoki @sigyn-foxyposts @miserable-homo-momo @rorlokiswifey

Poseidon:

🔱 hates it. Too loud. Too many people. Too many peasants, too crowded. No fishes and no sea.

🔱 now, as much as he hates it, he does enjoy certain rides. Like the dodgems. Although he sometimes is way too rough.

🔱 you’ll probably spot him on the bench judging ppl. He’s the type that holds your bag and valuable stuff when you go into any of the rides

🔱 he plays claw machine games or them throwing games w the cans. He actually always wins a price too.

🔱 is scared of heights. He won’t tell you that either. You’ll be sitting in a ride and when you turn to your side you’ll just see him wide eyes n all. When his ass got out of the ride he tumbled down and tongued the floor.

🔱 But, he doesn’t get sick, mostly because he doesn’t eat anything before he goes into a ride. (Give him sum food pls he’ll tumble down again)

🔱 Hades convinced him to go into the booster. Yall lucky he still alive. Man was almost bricked up cause of the adrenaline. You could basically hear him scream while Hades laughed at him. What a wholesome sibling moment

🔱 He was terrified after that and just camped in the bathroom stall but found them disgusting so eventually came out.

🔱 He won a shark plushie that he carried around and refused to let anyone hold. He later gave it to his S/O as a present.

🔱 he might go into those ‘romantic’ rides. Like the swan stuff, cause he gets to see pretty decorated water.

🔱 lowkey liked the Farris wheel?? 🤨 despite him not liking heights he did like the view of the Farris wheel. Mostly at night cause then you can see all the bright lights n all (so real Poseidon)

🔱 He had a contest with Loki about who could win the most prices, mostly plushies cause the other prizes suck, and they would give it to their S/O.

🔱 you might spot him with some type of headband. Mostly to keep his hair out of the way and the other because his S/O might like seeing him with it

🔱 his S/O also won a plushie for him and he was lowkey so happy about it fr

🔱 Skips the line. Not sure if it’s every where but you can buy vip and skip the line if you pay more in amusement parks, yeah if the fair has em he buys em. Offers more money to skip the line. Blud is not patient❌‼️

🔱 he ate some food there (called it peasant food) he surprisingly dislikes churros but loves fries (what a picky eater) he bought it like 3 times while he kept an eye on the bags.

🔱 bought over priced slushies in all flavors. His favorite was blueberry and orange btw

🔱 Moaned when he ate mozzarella sticks and corn dogs.

Hades

💀 thinks state fairs could be a fun date.

💀 he probably went into everything. Might even have went in some multiple times.

💀 his favorites are the Reactor and Breakdance. As well as Chaos. Only it depends on the Chaos cause some are very short, he likes the high ones a lot. And ofcourse the booster because why not.

💀 he’s the type to casually say ‘let’s try that one!’ And it looks like the death itself. Ironic. But he aint scared off em, brodie can sit there with a straight face.

💀He also likes those parkour stuff. Like a haunted houses, the ones where the whole ground shakes and you have obstacles where you need to get trough.

💀 dw guys he’s hades. Aka god of riches for he has enough money to go into all of the rides, multiple times. He’s probably there for like a week cause he on vacation or holidays.

💀 Also won a lot of plushies but that’s cause of his skill. He probably competed with Poseidon to see who can win the most. He gifted him the sea plushies and kept hello kitty for himself

💀 He actually doesn’t eat. Mainly cause he had like a routine for when he eats or he probably already ate. He’ll only eat gum.

💀 He’s the type that tried to dress ‘casual’ but you could still know he’s rich and probably could buy your whole family.

💀 He likes romantic rides too. So like the swan ride although he likes to annoy Poseidon with it. Like he’ll stand in the exist and be like ‘is that the only ride you’ll go in?’

💀 He’s either in all the rides or just sitting there and paying attention to like the bags n shi. He probably thinking about his work or something like that.

💀 one of the few who went in everything and didn’t get sick or dizzy cause of it

Loki

🎭 he’s probably going to annoy those who are scared of the rides and rub in their faces that he can handle them by buying all the pictures during the ride.

🎭 actually only goes if the rest is going, mainly to bother people. If not many are going you wont catch him alone there, he the type to laugh if you’re scared if the rides

🎭 his favorite are the tilt-a-whirl type. Mainly because you’re trapped in it and you get spun around, and each time it goes faster. So he likes it cause it’s chaotic and fun.

🎭 because of the fact he floats a lot, he’s not afraid of heights and the fastness of the rides, concluding he’ll ride the booster or the ones that shoot you very much up in the air.

🎭 he actually enjoys theme parks better than fairs mainly just cause it had themes💀

🎭 When he’s in the state fair he has a one thing he always buys as tradition: a candied apple, that’s cause he really likes the sweet crunchy candy and the juicy inside of the apple. He often goes for green apples because it then had a sweet and sour taste he likes

🎭 hell spent his money on fortune tellers. Not because he cares or is curious about his future, he just thinks it’s funny that mortals try to make him believe they have some type of power. He finds it funny and amusing

🎭 he also likes the mysterious air in the fortune tellers’ tent, it reminds him of witchcraft. The some, the lil lighting, the glass ball, the mysterious person with a cloak. He thinks it’s funny and cool

🎭 he likes parkour rides. Not for the parkour itself but because he’ll hide and jumpscare others. It may or may not end very well depending on the person he’s scaring.

🎭 he also plays lots of games. He’s the type to go there when a kid is doing it so that he can beat them and take the price they wanted just to see them cry💀

🎭 he’ll probably act insane for the funzies. He’ll stare at random ppl or growl at them. Or he’ll start screaming and ppl think he’s crazy. Loki is a social experiment.

🎭 He screams in roller coasters. Not because its scary but because its the only moment he can scream without ppl giving him weird looks or being labeled as insane. He’ll be at the very front in the roller coaster tho.

🎭 he brings his own candy, usually sour and sweet. So candy ropes, gummies and hard candy. But the hard candy may melt depending on the temptation. He may or may not have use for it.

Thats it i ran out of ideas so yeah :P i might make a part 2 or nah. Sorry if i made spelling mistakes

[iveneverbeenhere]

❤️🍒 I am a god ❤️🍒

Summary: 🍒You fell asleep after the Nightclub fire. What do you do when suddenly your best friend, Hyungwon shows up covered in blood? 🍒

Genre: ❤️Hyungwon x reader, Jennifer Check! Hyungwon x Needy! Gn! Reader, reader has boobs, suggestive, Dead Dove Do Not Eat(?) ❤️

CW: 🍒Blood, mentions of assault with Hyungwon, Actual assault from Hyungwon, he chokes reader out, toxic behavior from Hyungwon, he’s an asshole, Sexual Assault‼️‼️‼️, very dubious consent in this one boys🍒

A/N: I FINALLY WROTE FOR MY ULT GROUP 😭

❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒❤️🍒

Bump-bump-bump

Bump-bump-bump

Your body rustles under the sheets while your eyes remain shut.

Bump-bump-bump

You can feel your irises move under your eyelids as you dive deeper into your blankets.

Bang-bang-bang

You forcibly open your eyes. You take a deep, groggy sigh as you check your phone. 2 A.M. Who could it be at this hour?

Bang-bang-bang

The thought hits you…no way…it couldn’t be—you rush down the stairs in a frenzy. Your sleep-striven body cannot match your alert mind as you nearly trip and fall nearly every step. You hold onto the railings for balance. It wouldn’t be the first time Hyungwon has shown up unannounced in the middle of the night, but this time is different. He must have been in trouble.

Bang-bang-bang

You stop for a moment to catch your breath; the sound of the doorknob jingling back and forth brings you back to reality. It starts again—bang-bang-bang. The door shakes as the doorknob rattles repeatedly. You can feel his large outline through your old wooden door. You lay your hand on the doorknob and the noise comes to a screeching halt. He knows you’re there. You slowly unturn the lock as you cautiously open the door. Your eyes widen.

“Hyungwon?”

There stands the once beautiful boy you knew—covered in blood. He leans to one side as if holding the statuesque height he flaunted every day was burdensome. The white linen trench coat that his mom had bought for him on his birthday and his favorite black jeans—stained crimson. Splatters of blood paint him like a Pollock painting. His pristine coat colored a mixture of light pink and brown from where the blood and dirt had soaked into the fabric; especially near his forearms, like he had been forcibly dragged through the ground. His once whole jeans were ripped asymmetrically to show the cherry bruises on his pale knees and thighs. You could see the bits of dirt and gravel that clung to his white skin making it look like he dug himself from the grave.

“Jesus Christ…What happened?”

He stares at you absentmindedly; his hair which he spent all night combing and prodding at to get the perfect look was disheveled. Debris, water, and blood mixed giving it a dull sheen as flyaways and frizz surrounded his scalp. Bits of the blood-water dribbled down his bangs onto his face as he continued to stare numbly. His eyes were pink and puffy. You could see small cuts near the edges of his face. His plump lips which never held a flaw in them were suddenly dry with large cracks. There was a swollen bump on the end of his mouth that oozed blood from his mouth. He looked like he had been in a fight. When your question reaches him—he smiles. Not his usual modelesque smile that held a thin sense of scorn and superiority; one that only a boy named the Snowflake King could carry unquestioned, but a toothy smile colored by blood and bits of grass and dirt.

“Hyungwon,” you pause. You eye him worriedly. A sharp pang of guilt lodges itself into your stomach like a butcher’s knife. You should have never left him alone; he always said that he was better with you; that he makes dumb decisions when you aren’t around. You’re the brains and he’s the appeal. So, why was he so adamant about leaving with that band then?

“What—what did those guys do to you?”

He quickly loses his smile and pushes you away. He stalks into your kitchen. You tentatively follow him; he’s not right. Something must have happened for him to come back…like this. Suddenly, you see the artificial light of your fridge as Hyungwon opens it. He haphazardly throws his long limbs into your fridge like the tyrant he always was.

“So, are you gonna tell me what happened? At least, where you’ve been?” You try to scold him, but it mostly comes out like a shaky plea for control.

He pays you no mind as he grabs the rotisserie chicken from your fridge. He throws it on the ground and claws at it like a wild animal. He chews and chomps like a starved man as he kneels on your kitchen floor. You shakily kneel to his level as you watch him. From this angle, you can see more details. His eyes were bloodshot as though he’d been crying—Blood smeared across his neck and underneath his jaw—his silk black button down that had chastely buttoned because “no one likes a cheap skank” looked to be ripped open, showing his well-defined chest. Mud speckled his cheeks, bangs, and hands; underneath his once perfectly manicured nails was a deep brown- almost blackish substance. It looked as though he had been trying to crawl out of somewhere.

“Woonie—I—I think you need to go to—“

Before you could finish your pathetic plea, he let out an animalistic scream; a scream that no person could have, should have, been able to make.

Your back hit your kitchen island. The sweat dripped down your brow as you felt your heartbeat rise. What the fuck did that band do to him?

Soon after, he began to violently choke. As if the food were poisonous. He gagged and retched to get the food out; his body heaved with every pitchy gasp it took. You slowly crawled toward him; he needed help after all. The boy who never needed help needed you at this moment. In his body's last-ditch effort to rid himself of the meal, he spewed a black bile. A forceful stream came out that stopped you in your tracks. It felt as though it would never end as it permeated your pajama bottoms and his old t-shirt that he insisted you wear. It smelled putrid—like a body melting in hot tar. It was sticky and looked to almost move. He curled into himself as he finished; he crossed his shaking arms around his chest as he violently trembled. His vertebrae awkwardly bent into the circle shape he had made himself into. His whole body creaked anciently as he shook like a scared child. You almost couldn’t believe it; the boy who you had grown up with and seen grow into a beautiful, popular man had never looked more pathetic. You stared at him unable to function nor process what had just happened; then he snapped his head to look at you. The black bile dripped from his mouth as he looked dazed. As if he were a beast and you had waltzed into his trap.

“Woonie?”

He smiled again. His teeth presented a greyish hue as his eyes bore holes in you. This smile looked sharper as he pierced into you. He eyed you hungrily as his canines showed; they looked far sharper before and that terrified you. The danger hit you in that moment; you gathered all the strength you had and tried to run. Your slippers stuck and slipped in his black puddle as you grabbed your island and counter for support. You didn’t know why, but you needed to get away from him. In that split moment, you felt your back slam into the wall. A sharp pain spread through as you made contact with the hard maple wood. You could already feel the bruise forming. There he stood, Hyungwon. The Hyungwon who you had left the house with earlier that night to go drinking with. The Hyungwon who spent hours at your house studying for exams. The Hyungwon who never denied the allegations of you two dating even though he only ever called you his best friend. The Hyungwon who left you after the fire at the club to stay with a rock band. The Hyungwon who had again become a scared boy with his shuddering body and shaking pupils once the fire took down the old pub. He stood there with his hand on your throat against the wall; staring through you as if he could swallow you whole in a second. He squeezed at your neck cutting off circulation as you cried in agony. You felt the bruise birth as your windpipe burned and your smaller hands clawed at his. You wheezed and cried as you begged,

“Woonie—please—I can’t breathe—“

He released the pressure; it was typical of him to only ever listen to you when it seemed like he was about to lose you. His hand holds enough space to where you have enough air to breathe, but he can still feel your pulse. Your life was still in his hands. He tilted his head. He eyed you again as he slowly began to fiddle with your neck. Making light squeezes as if it were a toy. His nimble fingers began to move lower. He gently traced the line of your collarbone and shoulders; down to your shaking arms then back up to your collar. He flatted his palm on the bone as he slid it down to your chest. He felt your heartbeat.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump

He slid and slid until he felt your breast over his old t-shirt. He had long since outgrown it in middle school, but refused to throw it out. He had you keep it as a gift, even though you didn’t even like the band it was from. He said you should be grateful since he rarely gifted you anything. You were paralyzed in fear; unable to comprehend what he would do if you attempted to fight back or said no. He groped you as he saw fit as he breathed heavily into your neck. He rubbed his cheek back and forth against your hair. He had always loved your hair; hating it whenever you said you were going to cut it or dye it. You told him that he just had trouble with change. He scowled at you and refused to talk to you the whole night. He inhaled your scent and closed his eyes. He lifted his head slowly; you could feel his breath tickling your ears. It felt icy cold as though he’d been locked in an industrial freezer. You felt tears burn your eyes as you tried to grip the wall and found nothing in return. A sickness pooled into your stomach as he continued breathing and sliding his hand lower down your abdomen until it hit the waistline of your pajama pants. Your nails scraped the old wood of the wall as you waited for something, anything. His fingers traced the straps of your pants slowly; since he had met you in kindergarten and had your first sleepover in the 2nd grade he hated them. He called it ugly and tacky when he was little, but now as an adult, he says things like

“ It suits someone like you.”

“It’s…quaint.”

“It’ll grow on me..one day.”

Tentatively, he slipped one finger into the waistband slowly rubbing against your bare skin. He adds another and another as your stomach quivers with each addition. He circles the sides of your underwear; pulling and snapping the fabric back to your skin then moving away to caress your goosebump-ridden thighs. You could have sworn you felt one of his fingers slip underneath the leg band. What is he doing and why wouldn’t he stop? He answered you quickly as he grabbed your heat in his hand. You felt yourself involuntarily twitch out of something akin to fear as you stared at him. He paid you no mind as he continued to press himself closer and closer to you; never once did his hand leave.

“Are you scared?” He purred with escalating ecstasy. You could feel a growing hardness between his legs. It poked your thighs through the slim fabric leaving a searing heat on your flesh. It felt as though he was trying to rub himself on you; as though he was attempting to steal your warmth from the source.

The tears cascaded down your face as you choked out an inconsolable “yes”

He looked up to face you as your body wracked itself in sobs. Your chest heaving as you looked at him through bleary eyes. He led ever closer with half lidded eyes; his nose brushing against yours as the faint smell of blood and bile reached your running nostrils. He leaned in as close as he could get until…he stopped. You open a teary eye as he stands there, wiping your tear stained cheeks with the bottom of his dirty button down. He has a solem, borderline remorseful look in his eyes. The slightest pout to be seen on his lips. You go to reach for him for comfort. He was always there to rely on, even if he was the one who hurt you.

“Woonie..?”

You’re suddenly bashed back into the wall as he backs away. You lay defenseless on the ground shivering in fear. You begin to sob again.

“Hyungwon?”

In that moment he’s long gone, leaving the door open.

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Something’s possessing her, oh, I need Jennifer

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baby come back

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This is a sequel to "Careless Whisper"

✧ Summary : they say "you should leave all the past behind" but what if they deserve a second chance?

✧ Word Count : it might be long but I hope it's worth it

✧ Warnings : 18+ MDNI‼️ Past!Ex-Boyfriend!King Steve! Harrington x FEM!reader, eventual smut, cursing, mentions of bad household, complicated father & son relationship, slight emotion invalidation & misogyny, cheating, separated parents, alcohol consumption, mentions of smoking, child neglect, trauma, intense confrontations, fluff, angst, not giving away anything! don't wanna give you guys ideas 🤭

✧ What to Expect : ANGST, FLUFF AND SMUT‼️reader will be so unsure of him but she'll get there ;)) I promise this will so fast paced, the story goes back to present and past!

✧ Note To Reader : YOOOO y'all making me inspire to write more for Steve! THANK YOU FOR ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT omg- even it's just small numbers of recognition is enough for me 🥺🫶🏻✨

✧ Author Note : I literally tried to think of a better song to associate the next part and my god- my brain was like zapping up to Baby Come back and I was like "THAT'S IT!" 🤩🙌🏻

"Henderson, I already told you not to wipe your feet on the inside of my car"

"Must've slipped off my mind"

"I've been your chaperone- wait a second- I'm your goddamn babysitter for the past 3 years!"

"Just step on it, already!"

"Remind me why I'm being friends with you" Steve turns on the engine of his car and held onto the steering wheel

"It's because I'm a great person"

Steve chuckles as he shakes his head but a fond smile is evident on his lips

"What time should I pick you up?"

"The usual"

Dustin talks about his night yesterday after school with the whole segment of the D&D Campaign, while listening as he kept his eyes on the road, I think he could make a word count on how many times he mentioned Eddie

Steve watches his young friend steps outside of his car, "Okay, see ya"

He's heading on his way to Family Video, where she meets Robin sitting on the front stairs

"What are you doing?" He asks as he gets outside of his car and puts his keys inside of of his pocket

"I guess, we're both too early, too early that Kevin hasn't even arrived yet" Robin stood up as she walks closer to Steve

Steve looked behind him, there's a new diner in town that he hasn't been it yet

"Wanna go there and eat some breakfast?" He nudge his head on the facility that he's looking at

Robin follows his gaze and clasps both of her hands together "Let's go, I'm getting bored here for waiting"

Once they get inside, the smell of brewed black coffee invades both of their noses and the sweet scent of pancakes and waffles

Robin already got an eye on the waitress who is serving some delicious fully packed breakfast plate, she swore that she is drooling over it and it made Steve chuckle

Steve is always been a pancake and bacon kind of a guy, he likes the combination of sweet and salty, so, that's where he is aiming for

Both of them saw a table that is near to window, they sat together across from each other

The male waiter was about to gave them menu's but they dismissed it

He nods gladly as he calls someone else to fill up their order

"Hello, goodmorning, what's your order-"

"Hi, can I get-"

Oh my fucking god

Holy fuck

It's you

His mind is going ablazes because he pretty much knew himself that he has a 20/20 vision

But at this time? All of his insides are overheated

He hasn't seen you since....the prom

Fuck, the memories starts to take him back

You just finished your last school year on that history that you both happened before and you move out of the school

Not only moved out of school, but you also left the town, Hawkins Indiana

Yes, you left.... without sparing him a single word about your departure

The town that you've never wouldn't have thought you could ever get back to

But, this is your hometown where you truly grew up in

You only decided to comeback since

You got homesick

You missed your family, that's why you take the chance to finally be with them

Temporarily

You clear your throat, you try to mask up your expression as you completely forgotten his companion that you briefly glanced and you noticed her confused look at you

She darts back and forth on you and Steve

You remained civilized, "What can I get for you?"

You say softly as you clicked your pen and holding up your notepad

He blinks as he takes a deep breath, "Uh- Pancake and Bacon and Coffee"

Damn, you wished there's a machine to mind sweep your entire memory of him

You still remember it

He still eats the same way

"Okay, um, should I bring creamer and sugar?"

"Yes, please"

Shit, he still makes his coffee the same way too

Fuck, fuck, fuck

Who in the right mind that you chose to have your vacation here?

When you could do it somewhere else

You trust yourself too much that you thought you won't be able to see this familiar face again

You nod but you can feel his eyes on you

You look incredible

Of course, he'll take every chance to look at you

You cut your hair shorter, you even changed it into different shade of color, your natural dark brown is gone, it turned into more lighter brown

The wavy length and the bangs looks so perfect on you is shaping your face that he still does love until now

You dress so differently now too, he could tell by your silver rings and....

A piercing? You have three earlobes now

He adores how you wear your makeup, not too flashy but it enhances your features

He is delighted to see your face again, he never thought that the universe will give him another glimpse of you even is just like this

A part of him that made him sad for a sec, it's understandable that you changed your whole appearance

You changed because you want to forget who you were before

You have to remove every single thing about how you look that reminded of him

Maybe in another life....

You're happy together

You motion to Robin who is still absolutely puzzled from the not so obvious look of recognition form the both of you

She could already tell that is something is deep between the two of you

Before she tells her order, he catches Steve who is not even afraid to gape on you, he's not even trying to hide it until she spoke up and he heard her voice

He got shy all of the sudden and runs his fingers through his hair

"The Breakfast meal?"

"Yeah, right that one"

"A drink along with that?"

"Oh, a cup of coffee too as well"

You nod as you clicked back your pen as you tear off the paper from your notepad

"It'll be ready in a minute" you say, you offer the both of them with a small smile as you finally take your leave

Robin leans forward with her hands together, "Okay, what was that?"

"What?" He acts clueless, he knows Robin won't drop the scenario that just happened

Robin chuckles in amusement "Well, you tell me" she nudges her head to you

He glances at you with those eyes, you can still freaking feel them on you

You start cleaning the table and picked up the tip from a another customer

"Robs-"

"Don't you dare "Robs" me and don't you ever lie to me" she throws her hands up as she raises both of her eyebrows at him

He sighs as he scratches the back of his neck

"Do I really need to tell you?" He shuts his eyes for a second as he takes a deep breath

"Uh yeah? Because that look it isn't something that is far beyond that you just know the person"

"You knew her"

She leans backward as she crosses both of her arms

She can't even tell if she just struck off a nerve or offended him

"I'm just messing with you, dingus, it's okay-"

"No-No, it's just-" he exhales

"it's been a while since I saw her" he speaks in a voice that his bestfriend couldn't ever expected to hear

It sounds so broken, it increases her pique of interest even more

What happened?

"I hesitated because-" he looks at her with guilty eyes "I think you're not going to look at me in the same way ever again"

Robin listens intently as she gestures her to keep going

"I am here to reassure you that I'm not going to judge you"

"I did something bad in the past, Robin, but I've changed"

"We all have done something wrong in our lives, Steve, the right way to do is to face it, hold yourself accountable for it, and learn from it, but that doesn't make you a bad person"

He looked at you again, you are now serving someone else a vanilla milkshake

"Yeah, you're probably right, but to her? I am"

Flashback to 1986

He spent all of his allowance that his father gave to him

All of his money going out all night in the town

The prom was one month ago

One month ago

He trying to do anything to get you out of his mind

He drank a lot of alcohol and gets drunk most of the time

But when the morning comes, it felt like he needs to start it all over again

He realizes that trying to forget you, it's just a waste of time

He wants you to come back, he needs you to come back

He'll do anything for it

Anything at all

He knows it won't be easy

He angrily crumpled and tear off all of the pictures that he had with his friends

Friends that aren't not even real

He knows that you're right about him, it's just his own stubborn mind who refuses it

He hates himself

No, scratch that, he loathes himself for becoming like this

His mom's words were very dear to him even it's just a simple phrase

"Don't try to be something that you're not"

Don't be a fucking people pleaser

Now, he got the point why you don't like these titles at school

The social cliques at the campus

It's also his own fault that he got into this

He wanted to be somebody

Even it hurts people that he loves the most

So, that same morning, he is so determined to be different this next coming school year

He trashed everything that upsets him, he even ditched some of his varsity jackets, all of his trophies he put them all in a case and placed them on the attic

Everyone is going crazy how he acted so differently at school

He just rolls his eyes at it, god, now he really fucking gets it why you're so ick to this

"They're so overdramatic at this stuff, I mean- what's the damn point?!?" your voice echoes to his mind

That's where he retired of being King Steve

Everytime he heard someone mentioning it, he just grimaces, winces and even cringed at it

He doesn't even Iike to be called on that name anymore

Sure, he is still good at his academics and sports but now ever since he pulled that "dropping his title" at school?

He is now getting the treatment of true colors

Now, he is out of that barrier of being on the top popular guy at school

His eyes and mind opened at your perspective

He can see it why, fuck, that adds more salt to the wound

He cannot even blame anyone for making him being this way

Maybe, high school is tough that's why he did it

But then, he notices a pattern of events on his life

Fuck, he is just like his father

He rarely visits the house and just talking about his work and didn't gave him a chance to speak what is going with his only son

He never paid attention, never even cared, not even felt any affection to him

But when he does, he just snaps at him, and tell him that being emotional is weak

Having feelings are weak?

How fucked up is that?

So, he kept his mouth shut even though he wanted to yell at his father

The only parent that he felt being loved is his own mom

His mom that left them both behind, he can still remember it

Because why?

His father cheated on her too

It's like a damn cycle, it making him violently vomit at the thought of it,

History repeats itself

He made a promise to himself that he won't ever be like his father

But, he already done it and it angers him even more

"Hey, Steve" he opens and locks the door behind him

Not "Hey, son" am I even your son? He thinks to himself as he keeps his eyes on the television his own father doesn't even noticed the obvious scowl on his face

"There's this woman at work, who-" he chuckles in a salacious way and it sends shivers down to his spine

"Who slapped me right after I kissed her and told me that she isn't interested in me" he chuckles yet again as he removes his coat

"She wears that outfit and expect me not to do anything? She did that in order to seduce me, she wants it" he scoffs as he shakes his head

He gotten so uncomfortable, he starts shifting from his seat

Steve needed this bottled up emotions to blow up

He wants and he needs his father to hear him out

"That's what you did to, Mom, too, huh?"

The silence is too loud, Steve is so fucking insane for doing this confrontation but he has to do it or else he will lose his mind

"What the fuck did you just say?" His dad grumbles as he stares down at his son with a fire on his eyes

He glares at him as he chuckles dryly, "You're so messed up that it hurts" he spats

"What are you even talking about?" He pushed him by the shoulder

"I hate that you're my dad!" He does the same action as he stumbles back, Steve thought his mind playing tricks at him but he swore for a brief moment that he saw his dad cracked

He is guilty, he is ashamed of it, he knows he is not a perfect father, he is not proud of it

15 year old, Steve would've been shitted on his pants for doing this but he is not afraid of it anymore

He is completely appalled, lost for words, the way his narcissistic exterior washed out on instant

"I lost the girl that I ever truly loved because of you!" He points at himself with anger and sadness swirling into his eyes

"Do you think it's easy for me to live out my life there knowing that my own fucking father is proud to have this mindset?!?" He steps closer as he makes hand motions to his head

"I can't just push you away because why? You're my dad, I-I can't just do that" He throws his hands up as he sighs in exasperation

"I-I have so much things that I wanted to scream out loud for you to hear because I've been carrying it for a long time and it really sucks because this argument isn't going to change anything" He is trying to so hard not to bawl in front of his old man but it his voice wavered badly but he didn't care

This is the most unfiltered thing he has ever done in his life and he knows for sure this will help him....A lot

"You've gone soft, Steve, that's the real world"

He looks at him with furrowed brows as he shooks his head

"I'm not gonna grow up to be just like you, asshole" He laughs incredulously as he starts picking up his shoulder bags and luggage

"Where do you think you're going, young man?"

"I'm going to leave because I'm sick of you and this big house"

"You're not able to survive out there without my help"

"You know for the first time in forever made me realize having a enormous fortune isn't necessary in life sometimes"

"You listen here-"

"What is fortune when you don't even have a good fucking relationship with your parents and household"

That's where he slams the door shut and breathes out a really long satisfying sigh with a proud smile on his face

He feels good, he feels great, he feels he has done something wonderful in his life

This is just the start of it

He takes his car keys and drove away like nothing ever happened

"Steve! Earth to Steve!" Robin clapping her hands right across to her bestfriends face

"What- I'm sorry" he says as he began shifting on his seat

"Okay, so to be clear, y'all are highschool sweethearts before-" Robin squints her eyes as she make gestures to her expressive hands

"and I was...." His shoulders slumped down, he doesn't even want to finish the sentence

"King Steve" Robin shrug both of her shoulders as she gave a sympathetic smile

"yeah" A small but sad smile flashes on his lips as he ducks his head down in shame

Robin is obviously needs some more information to fully understand what happened to your relationship with him

"Is it so bad?"

"is far more than bad, Robs"

"Did you kill someone?"

Steve eyes widened as he genuinely laughed, "N-No- I didn't!"

She chuckles but she is glad she made him laugh, "So, what is it then?"

He just made this one look to Robin and as she tries to read his eyes, her smile drops

"Oh"

As if you we're on cue, you placed their orders on their table as Robin made a stressful brush up to her hair as she glances at you

"Your order's are complete, just call me if you're ready to-"

"We can pay now" Robin's voice is firm but a hint of disappoint surrounding at the tone of her voice

You looked over at Steve for a sec who still gave you those pleading eyes as you tried your best to look away as you gave the receipt to them

You've taken both of their payment as you walk away quietly

Did just Steve talked about you to her?

Fuck

"Robin- I"

"I know it's in the past, It isn't my place to open up the wound again" she sighs as she tug up a smile to him

He smiles as he nods to her words, he is worried that this could ruin their friendship

"But I am fond that you chose to change, Steve, you changed for her" she places her palm on top of his as she pats it gently

"Do you still love her?" Robin asks him as she tries to search his eyes

She can see it, the same devotion is still there, it never died and it never will be

His last words to you echoed into his mind

"I can't never love again, I only want you"

And it truly did

He still does

Robin chuckles slightly to Steve with those lovesick eyes, "Of course, you do"

"You can't never get over with your first love"

You're done with the night as you put on your jacket along with your sling bag on the shoulder

But when the time you got inside of your car, your vehicle won't start up everytime you try it won't ever run

You sigh in frustration "Goddamn it!"

You look over to the other side of the road, you saw Steve locking up the doors at the Family Video

Shit, the universe is really testing you

You walked outside of your car as you close the door with a slam as you start to pace around it

You fumbled with the stuff inside of your bag as you pulled out a cigarette stick and you flick the lighter in your pocket

You inhale deeply as you blow out the smoke, you massage the back of your neck as you try to figure how to get the fuck outta here

You're mad that you're hopeless to get home

The last thing that you wanna do and the last option is to get ride home with Steve

You felt a hand behind you, you shrieked as you almost punched him in the face

"Woah- it's just me!" He held both of your wrist as he takes as step foot back to dodge your aim

You huff as you tap off the excess from your cigarette, you mumbled a small "sorry"

Well, isn't this great? Your first conversation with him after what??? 3 years???

He doesn't want to react because he hasn't seen you smoke before, I mean- you can do what you want but both of you really did changed

Did you developed anything else such as bad habits? that added another pang into his chest seeing you do things that you've never done before

He looked over to your car, "What happened?"

You blew out the smoke as turn your head into the other side, you try your best to remain calm but it feels all too much when he is this close to you "My car won't start"

"I can take you home, I know a place that can fix your car tomorrow" he suggest as he offers you a ride home respectfully, you can see that

Something is not right to him and it's giving you the creeps not in a bad way but why do he seems so nice? Is it because of you or he changed too?

You have no other choice, the terminal closes up pretty early, so, there's no train or bus to take

Only for tonight, just this night

You blew out the last smoke as you stub the cigarette into the nearest ashtray near the trash can

His eyes are glued to you, he watches your every move, of course, he knows that you wanna wrap this all up and forget all of this ever happened

As much as he wanted to talk to you ask you if you're okay, he respects your peace and boundaries

"Okay" you walk back up to him as the both of you crossed the road

What the fuck? Is he a gentleman now? You're not used to him like this, opening up the car door for you?

You flashed him a small but also confused smile as he jogs into the driver's seat

You saw the oh so familiar necklace that hangs on the rearview mirror

You made that necklace to him

Why does he still keep it?

He starts the engine as he put his hand over the headrest as he drives backwards

The drive was....so awkward and how quiet it is ringing to his brain

You just busied yourself watching all of the scenery outside in the car window as you passed by into different places

He takes his chances to glance at you

My god, he can't believe that you can still made him feel like this way

You crossed your leg that made your skirt rides up a little, he clears his throat

"Uh, so, which way should I go to?"

"Just turn here" you point out to him

He brings the car around the different small houses and his breath staggered he recognizes it

Oh, you're here because of your family

You're only having a vacation

"Stop here!" The tires screech as he stops abruptly and you accidentally bring yourself closer to him that he almost almost can kiss your lips in just one move

His breath hitched at the gap between the two of you

Your eyes flit to his and to his lips

It felt like eons that you both just stare for each other at the moment

You know and he knows

Fuck, you still love him

"I-I gotta go" you slowly move back up as you open the door but before you get outside, you softly say "thank you" and closed the door

You didn't give him a chance to reply as you quickly grab your house keys to unlock the front door

He sighs as he massages his forehead, he rolls up the windows before you get inside

"Take care" he says as you only nod and closed the door behind you

You squeezed your eyes shut at whatever that was inside of his car

"What are you even looking for?" He says not looking at you as he looks at a Nazareth vinyl

"Michael Jackson's Bad album" you say as you squealed gleefully when you found the one you were looking for

"We're going to be late for the movie, sweetheart" he hold both of your shoulders to grab your attention

"They're aren't going to start without us, Eddie" you say as you smirk at him as you walk away

"We have to buy popcorn-" he whines jokingly as he kept being all dramatic while he slings his arm around yours

"and drinks and other goodie stuff, I know, I'm just gonna pay this, stay calm" you giggled as you excitedly take the purchased album into your hands

"Hey, Eddie!" The same girl with the dusty blonde hair greets him the same time as you both are about to leave the record store

You can't never avoid him, huh?

She looks at you and your hand is wrapped around his forearm as she gives you a small wave

You only nod and smile, Steve is right behind her

"Dude, what's up?" Eddie greets him, right you forgot they studied in the same school

Of course, they knew each other, except for you because you left

You're nervous because of what Steve might think of you but you can't see anything on his face and his eyes

He doesn't seemed to mind that you're with someone else, there's no jealousy, mockery, sarcasm as he talks to Eddie

He doesn't even noticed how close you are at the metalhead

Meanwhile, Robin saw how you study him, but you look away you don't want to make him realize that you still care for him after all of this time and as she does as well

"Where are you two going?" Steve beams as he takes in how divine you look, Eddie didn't even catches it

"To the movies!" Eddie grins as he pulls you by his side as you roll your eyes playfully

"Are you guys going to watch Batman?" Robin gasps as she watches Eddie eyes goes big in excitement

"Yeah" you nod at her, Robin who is surprised that's the first ever interaction that you just had with her, so, she decided to introduce herself to you

"I'm Robin, by the way, I'm the bestfriend of Steve- ow!" He hits her by the shoulder as you chuckle in amusement in the way Robin punctuates and emphasizes the words to you

"We gotta go now" Eddie chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, but halts his tracks as he remembers something

"Sure, see you later" Steve nods as he purses his lips together as the both of them step inside

"Harrington, you could invite her to your party!" Eddie points at you and your close your eyes in embarrassment

You didn't tell Eddie about your history together with Steve but you did kinda....throw some hints at him about your past but didn't reveal the real name

Party? He still does that? you think to yourself

You saw how Steve became jittery all of the sudden as he tries to drop the topic right away but Robin, a glint of mischief on her eyes as she snaps her fingers at Eddie

Damn, you got yourself invited but you grew amused to the mystery girl

"I can't fucking believe you did that" he glares at his bestfriend who is pretending to be innocent as she walks away from him

"Oh- please, don't act that you didn't want that" she scoffs at his in denial behavior as she saw a vinyl that is similar to his situation

"You still want her, right?" Robin smirks as she gives the vinyl to him who is now gauging at his reaction

He takes the vinyl out of her hands without looking at it first but he laughs as soon as he saw the title

"Baby Come Back by The Player"

She wiggles her brows at him, he tries to kick her by the leg but she managed to dodge it

"Don't fuck it up this time, dingus"

"Trust me, I won't"

You had fun watching Batman with Eddie, he'll be right back with you as he headed at the men's restroom

You overheard a kid who is very defensive with his bestfriend, you try not to pry but until you heard the name "King Steve"

You've never looked around so fast in your entire life and your eyes fall onto the boy

"You're being friends with a douchebag-"

"He is not a douchebag!"

"Yeah, right, I heard he break girl's hearts like it was nothing-"

"T-That's not true!"

God, your mind is saying no but your heart is making you walk towards him

Curiosity got the best of you as you listen closely, but you stay alerted when things get heated

The poor kid, huffs as he shifts on his stance as he watches the two young ones left him

"He doesn't even like that name anymore, what a bunch of assholes"

"Hey, are you okay?"

He quickly swipes the tears away "Y-Yeah, I'm good"

He probably doesn't even remember you, "Dustin, right?"

"Yeah"

You smile sweetly at the kid, you really shouldn't ask a lot about him but you feel mystified of what you just witnessed, "Was that true? about what you said at Steve?"

"He cares a lot, he loves a lot, he is willing to do anything just to protect- Wait a second- who are you anyway?" He was getting into until he realizes that he is talking to a stranger and he paused

The kid missed the endearment on your eyes as you blink rapidly, you looked over your shoulder as you saw Eddie searching for you

"I'm gonna go now, bye" you say as he tries to chase you but you got lost in the crowd until he can't no longer see you

"Whoever that person is, that's so bizarre" he speaks for himself

"I have to tell this to Steve at the upcoming party"

He is not looking forward to it

But he wishes you were

He doubt that you will show up over at his house

But, honest to god, he thought the time stopped when I saw you walking by alongside with Eddie and Robin

His brain is muddled and his heart rate is increasingly so fast

"Hey, Steve-" Dustin jogs over to him but his mind is elsewhere as the door swings open

"Here we are" Eddie does his classic antics as he opens his arms as you chortled

"Welcome" Steve steps aside as he lets you all walk in

"Where's the drinks?" Robin feels so at home like she unashamedly looks through his refrigerator

"It's literally 7pm- don't you dare drink-" He puts his hands over his hips as he reasons with Robin

"Not that- I'm just thirsty" Robin rolls her eyes as she tries to explain

"You?" Dustin loudly made a sound that all of the guests caught their attention

You give him a small wave and a crooked smile and now you're regretting attending this

Steve clocked your reaction as he hold your shoulder leading you away from him

"Why are you pointing at her, Henderson?" Eddie is perplexed as he tries to understand the situation

"You mean- you didn't know?" Dustin bunches up his eyebrows at the metalhead

Steve glares at Robin who winced at the look that his bestfriend just gave him

"I think, you might want to sit down, Munson"

Steve has taken you in the backyard as he slides the door close

Oh, hell no

Not this place

Steve cringes what he just realized but he tries to keep his composure

"You still do parties, huh?"

He stare at you for a second, are you actually having a conversation with him?

"Uh no- we're going to have a movie marathon, not a party"

"Oh" you nod slowly in understanding as you stare at the swimming pool, you breathe in deeply as you keep your hands to yourself

Your sight of vision fell into Eddie, Robin, Dustin bickering at each other as you saw the guilty look on your metalhead bestfriend directed at you as you send him a small smile as you look away yet again

"I see that you told them"

"I-I'm sorry, I only told Robin-"

"Save it, Steve" your voice has gotten serious unlike earlier, but he can see it in your eyes that you're fighting between your emotions

You're trying your best to resist yourself for giving yourself away too fast

Steve's shoulders tensed as he looked up into the sky to find the right words to say to you

You deserve to know that, he needs you to know that him and Robin are nothing more than a platonic friendship

"Robin is just my bestfriend, she helped me"

"Help you?....with what?" You knit your brows together as you look at him in question with your arms crossed

"I- uh- I moved away from my dad after we- to live on my own independently" He suddenly became shy as he scratches the back of his neck as he averts his gaze somewhere else

That's where he truly see your eyes soften as your eyes went everywhere to his face

He can communicate properly with you now?

He is actually saying the truth to you?

You're not used to it and he knows he doesn't blame you

Before you can reply, Dustin calls out at the both of you as Steve sighs when you're the first one to walk away from him

"Hey, are you okay? dude?" Dustin asks him sincerely

"Yeah, man, I'm good" He lies, as he gives his young bestfriend a forced smile

False bravado, that's the mask that he's wearing all the time ever since you reappeared again

Tryna' keep up a smile that hides a tear

He wants you so bad, but how he will ever to win you back?

"Sweetheart, I'm so sorry, I didn't know-"

"It's fine, Eddie, it's not your fault"

"Do you want to leave?"

"No, I'm gonna stay, Eddie- it's alright, I promise"

"Just tell me, if you're not up for it anymore, okay?"

"Okay"

Everyone is a blobbering mess after seeing Dead Poets Society, except for you and Steve

You caught him giving you those eyes yet again like he was begging for you

Begging for you to give him a chance

He wants to talk to you, the scariest thing you could ever say to him that your doors are chained and he'll understand

But the thing is that, he can't live without you

He'll do anything to persuade you, convince you, make you believe that he is nothing like the "Steve" the one you've met before

If he could go back in time, he would redo everything

The moment when everyone is leaving and saying their goodbyes

He took your hand and he must swallow his shock because you let him hold you for the first time in forever

Eddie even talked to him while you were distracted by Robin, by him saying "I don't know what happened between the two of you that much but.... I'd get her back, man, whatever it takes"

"Can we talk?" He whispers as he puts you in the corner where no one else can see you both

"Steve-"

"Just give me the chance to make you see-"

Oh, Steve's brain just mushed down

Because you're fucking kissing him

He recovers as he cupped both of your cheeks as he gives into you

Your hand gets lost to his hair, god- he misses that a lot, your sweet scent, he's inhaling it so much that electrocutes his brain

The kiss went into seconds, minutes and feels like an hour

You don't know what's gotten into you but you know you're going to blame yourself for this

You already told yourself that your guard is up

But, your heart tells no otherwise and your body reacted, so, positively that it flushed down closer to his

You stopped yourself as you saw him chasing after your lips but then he saw how hurt you look, his heart drops to his stomach as he gulped

He is flustered and so are you, but he sees the recognition in your eyes, the realization

He flinched the way you angrily punched him in the chest all of the sudden as you wept in front of him

No words thrown out between the two of you

It's the same damn kiss

It never changed, it still feels the same, moves the same, the way both of your lips melded into one another is a complete shocker to you

He didn't care about your outburst as he let the tears fall from his face as he embraces you instead

He starts caressing your head as he tries to keep you calm on his warm hug

You held onto his shirt in a fist that you violently sobbed face flat in front of his chest

As much as you wanted to stay in that area

You begrudgingly dragged yourself away from him as you walked outside, not giving him a second look

He knocks off one of his picture frames as he slides his back down against the wall as he started crying

Love is embarrassing, isn't it?

3 years, 3 goddamn years, you both still yearn for each other

Your first kiss after 3 years invaded his mind the entire night, he stares at the empty space of his bed

God, he wishes that you were here next to him on his arms

You've never packed up your stuff so fast in your entire life

You're ready to leave first thing in the morning

The door bell rings and you hold your breath for a second

"Oh no, not you- Steve-" you tried to close the door but no to avail as he stepped his foot to prevent you from for not letting him in

He glanced at your luggage and bags that makes his stomach twist

"Have you used up all of it?" He says as he kept his eyes on you

"W-What are you even talking about?!?" You threw your notepad in the near table, fuck- you shouldn't have double checked too much on your lists before going out

He got you now, you can't escape this

"All the love in your heart"

That's where you avoid his eyes as he moves closer to you

"Ain't there nothing left for me?"

"Steve- stop!"

"That's right-"

"What-"

"A lot of people that I know what I did to you was foolish, anyone can see it"

You let your stubborn attitude subside as you listen to him

"There's was something and everything about you"

You take out a shuddering gasp as your eyes burn from the threatening tears

"You can blame it all on me, I was wrong, baby, I-I just can't live without you"

He could've done this before

Take the responsibility of his actions and not to sugarcoat every word and have the guts to hold the accountability of his mistakes

"Steve, you gotta move on-" you lie what you truly feel, what's stopping you?

"Baby come back, come back to me, please"

"S-Steve, I don't know if I can trust you-"

"I didn't realized what I had when you're were mine!"

Your guarded demeanor has shunned off as you let your arms dropped to your sides

"I-I confronted my dad after one month ago when we go on our separate ways, I-I know this is unbelievable but I removed everything that you didn't like with me, my friends, my title, all of it, and it did helped me to become a better person"

He looks straight into your eyes, he never looks away as he tries to make you understand

"And I'm so very sorry that pulling up that fucked up shit that I did before just so I can improve myself and to have a character development was utter bullshit, hurting you was never right"

You purse lips together as you shake your head in disbelief

"What I said back there was still true too"

"What do you mean?"

"That no matter what you do to me, whatever happens to the both of us, I'd still love you"

He cries, his face glows so red as he takes in every feeling that he's receiving

You're the first one yet again to kiss him

He yelped as he brings you closer to him, your hands went through his hair as you throw your arms around him, he dives in deeper earning a moan out of you

He breaks out of the kiss, your face went pale but he shuts off your thoughts with the words

"You sure, you want to do this?"

"Steve, yes, I do, I want you like you want me, I need you like I need you-"

You're about to dove back on him aggressively but something feels so different on his touches, it's not foreign but it's making you want to bawl at how he is so soft with you

His eyes crinkle in awe and delightment as he couldn't get anymore happier

He carries you upstairs as he puts you onto the bed carefully

He removes his shirt and his pants, you get out of your shoes and when you're about to remove the straps of your dress, he beats you to it as he slowly takes it off but not without kissing your neck

His hands goes under your skirt as he plays with the garter of your panties

You spoke his name so decadent that he nearly melted down on you

You held onto him by the shoulder blades as he finds the zipper on the back your dress, he unzips carefully and lovingly as he takes his sweet time to adore and treasure every single moment of you

This is not just sex, he never looked at you like the one from before only filled with lust

This is love and admiration and it touches your heart so deeply that it might've been stop beating for a few moments

It's unreal that he is doing this to you, it's also unreal that you let him do this to you

When all of it's left is your paired black lacy undergarments

You both stare together for a while as you held his cheeks as he rests on it

He smiles so wide that it actually hurts and so are you, your smile lingered everytime he looks at you

You raise yourself using your elbows as he unclasp your bra, he threw your bra across the floor somewhere, he can't help but to kiss you again, you mewl as you fall back down on the mattress, you grind yourself against him as he groans when felt how wet you are

You kept grinding yourself onto him as he grants your wish as the friction increases more

Next thing to remove is your panties, you whine, when he licked a stripe into your cunt

"Steve-"

"Yes, baby?"

"I wanna feel you"

You don't need him to ask him twice as his boxers flew off somewhere

He carefully enters your sopping aching hole as you both moan in pleasure

Your jaw falls slack as your furrowed brows crumpled up even more as you adjust to his size

He kisses every part of your body, worships it while you're losing your mind of how it feels so fucking good just like before

"F-Fuck" he curses, praising you as he kisses your jaw

He watches how your cunt clamps sucking him inch by inch, he grunts when you start clenching around him

You're drooling, your eyes are fucked out, you're brain is mashed up

You're a fucking goner

He kneads your breasts as you moan even louder, the squelching sounds that comes in and out of you is music to his ears

"S-Steve, pleas-e move!" you squeal and your voice becomes so tiny that you bit your lip

He spreads your legs far more wide as he grabs your hips harder

You arch your back when he picks up the pace and hitting the spot were you're mostly addicted

"Oh!"

Your eyes roll backwards as your mouth hangs "0" shapes as Steve watches your expression contorts in pleasure

Breasts are jiggling, he goes faster and faster, he places himself on the crook of your neck as he puts lovebites all over it

You locked him in place as you can't keep your suppressed screams any longer

"Steve!"

"Christ-"

You scream his name so loud that his brain shortcircuit as you both came undone

He peels himself off of you but you held him close

"No, don't pull out just yet"

You tap him by the shoulders as you switched positions, he let out a sharp gasp at the angle that you're on top of him

Despite the overstimulation, you grind yourself onto him

"Woah- baby, fuck-"

"Yeah?"

"Don't give me that look- I'm gonna bust"

You giggled as you close your eyes at the sweet sensation as your brows pulled together and you moan when you start to bounce on his cock

Holy fucking shit, you rocked up his world

His hands are everywhere literally setting you on fire, he brings you closer as you continue to do your job as you look at him with blacked out eyes

His eyes got even more darker as he copies your move making your head fell onto the side allowing him the access to kiss your neck

You both went off to one another as you both entered another climax

You fell asleep together after 3 years

The scenario you'll never thought you could experience again

You woke up in a cold empty bed as you look around in your room, you can't see his clothes anymore, maybe he's in downstairs

The last night events flashes right before your very eyes as you bring your knees up

A tinge of pink on your cheeks as you try to remember every detail happened last night you were so beyond elated and in a complete bliss

You wore your dress again as you went downstairs only to find Robin

"Robin?" You ask in confusion, not that you don't want her here but it's just so random

"Hi" she waves awkwardly as she scratches her head

"What are you doing in here? Where's Steve?" You look for him again but it seems like he left

"Don't freak out-" She breathes out

You raise both of your eyebrows as you motion for her to continue

"He's at the airport" She says as she starts following you making you stay focus but she has no power to control you

"What?" You take your car keys as you went inside the vehicle and turn on your engine

"Wait- stop! He didn't told me the reason why! He just said he'll be at the airport!" She shouts out loud as she rests her back against your front door

"Okay, I'll be here at your house! Steve and his ridiculous lovelife- I swear to god- I'm gonna kick him in the ass" she slumps down in defeat as she mutters words under her breath

Why would he leave you?

Fuck, no- did he regret it again?

Tears well up in your eyes as your stomach began to churn as you fighting for your dear life to get into the airport as fast as you could

No, Steve wouldn't- stop overthinking- maybe, he has a reason

He won't just leave you like this, you felt how soft and he made you feel like you're the only person on his life

He made you think that the both of you had a future

So, why would he leave without a word?

You ran as your feet can take you, but when you saw the airplane takes it flight, you rest your head against the window and sobbed

The familiar voice calls your name and you look around a bewildered Steve who is now walking towards you

"Baby, what are you doing-"

"I thought you left me" you hold him tight as you looked at him in the eyes

"You're not going to leave me? Are you?" Your voice sounds so small that he doesn't want to see you crying anymore

"Honey, I'm here, I would rather jump off a cliff for leaving you all alone again, okay?" He reassures you as your worried features decreases but there's still uncertainty on your eyes as he takes a deep breath

"Robin is in the house, I don't-" he cuts you off as he tuts

"Ah-ah, let me speak- the airline called me in the morning and told me that the schedule that I booked in for is going to take off and of course, that would be a disaster since I used half of my expenses for the flight right? So, I made a decision on the spot- I called Robin to accompany you because you were peacefully asleep, baby, I don't wanna wake you and I was about to come back to you and tell you that you're coming with me" he held up in front of your face of two airplane tickets

Your unsureness totally fades away as you look at the ticket, you read aloud what it says

"Chicago?"

"Yeah, I'm going to take you with me while I study for college"

"I actually want to take master's degree too"

"Yeah? We can go together"

A big smile grows on your lips as you step forward to him as he closes the gap and gives you the most promising kiss

"We better start packing up soon"

"We sure are"

"I love you"

He kisses your cheek, "I don't think I could love you more, baby, I love you more than anything"

•

special mention to @savage-aespa, this person here is the main reason why I made this fic! literally giving me an idea that there's a possibility for them to be together and I hope I did my job alright! I'm sorry, it took me a month to finish this up and if you made it here, thank you so so much for reading, your support and your kindness will always be appreciated! take care always! 🥹🫶🏻✨

[tiredfox64]

🔆 you’re popping off. your writing rocks brah.

I was hoping maybe you could do Raiden and Kung Lao fighting over readers (fem/afab) attention. Like back and forth jabs. And like Kung Lao trying to show off, kinda talks down on raiden in front of her. where as Raiden takes a more gentle approach with helping the reader with their training, helping her with her form he’ll glance at Kung Lao knowingly. It builds a small wedge between them, so reader decides to invite both over one night. And like you know that movie challengers? Like the zendaya scene where she’s got the two guys kissing her? Like THAT. LIKE THAT. If you can do this. I’ll piss rainbows. 🌈

Are You Challenging Me?

Prior notes: I had only the trailer to work off of so I hope I got things right. Also what a statement from you at the end. It’s not bad it’s unique and I like it.

Pairings: Kung Lao x Afab reader x Raiden

Warnings ‼️: Suggestive at the end

Even those who have been friends for so long can end up fighting over something. That something could be a girl. That girl would be you.

No one has ever seen Raiden and Kung Lao turn a friendly competition into a serious one. Constant bickering and jabs at each other that turn to hisses from nasty remarks. You would only see this kind of tension from middle school boys or some cheesy teen movie from the 2000s. Ah but boys will be boys. Who can blame them?

You are the prettiest girl they’ve ever seen. Not just that but you are tough and always willing to learn more. That’s why you train with them so much. Well, it used to be training. Things have changed since you came around. Mostly their attitude and their closeness.

You knew Kung Lao was cocky and boastful, even for a Shaolin monk. The things he did in front of you made the other monks groan in frustration and caused Raiden to shake his head in disapproval. He was always calling for your attention.

“Hey! Hey! Look! I can spin as fast as a tornado!” “Check this out! I can beat up five guys at once!” “I bet Raiden can’t strike as fast as I can! What do you think?”

That was the usual stuff you would hear. Though comparing himself to Raiden was mostly common. He would put Raiden down the moment he had the chance. It would go beyond fighting and go into ridiculous stuff.

He can eat more than Raiden. He can jump higher than Raiden. He can stay up later than Raiden. Everything Raiden could do, Kung Lao could do better. He’ll prove it again right now.

Kung Lao ran up to you and Raiden, almost crashing right into him.

“Hey Raiden, how about another fight? Whoever loses has to pay the next time we visit Madame Bo’s.” Kung Lao was hoping he would say yes just so he could beat Raiden up.

“I can’t, Kung Lao. Can’t you see we are busy?”

“Oh I see. You’re afraid of losing again. Bet you’re afraid of embarrass yourself in front of her. Don’t worry, I get it.” He patted Raiden on the back before letting out a laugh like he successfully humiliated him.

“That’s not it,” he rolls his eyes before speaking, “I’m helping her with training right now. We can fight soon just let me finish up here.”

Raiden loved to help you and you were grateful for that. Though it always seemed like you needed adjusting when it came to your form or help when stretching. Even if you are a centimeter off he had to correct you. Guess he is a perfectionist. Or maybe he is sneaky.

Raiden came behind you and placed his hands on your waist. His foot tapped yours to make it move to the side more. You didn’t notice but he gave a light squeeze to your waist. He wished he could wrap his arms around you but now is not the time. Though it would upset Kung Lao a lot.

His hands traced up your arms till they were at your head. Your face was so soft he wanted to kiss it. But all he can do now is adjust it. Raiden glanced at Kung Lao and saw he was almost seething with rage. For once he decided to be a little cruel to his dear friend.

He went down till his face was inches away from your thigh. His hands grabbed at the tantalizing piece of flesh before him and turned it slightly. Now your form was perfect.

Kung Lao couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Though Raiden’s straw hat was concealing his eyes it could not conceal that smirk on his face. He knows exactly what he was doing. He’s just too good at hiding his devilish intentions behind a sweet, kissable face.

It seems that no matter how many time Kung Lao shows off, Raiden will always be the winner here. He’s the one who gets to touch you.

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You’re not dense you can feel that something is wrong. There is tension in the air and it only appears when Kung Lao and Raiden are in the same vicinity.

You have been keeping a close eye on their relationship. They have been drifting apart for some time now. Everyone can see that. What you didn’t get was why. You were missing the signs. You missed the glances Raiden would give to Kung Lao. You missed the fact that Kung Lao would only call for your attention, not anyone else’s.

You had to do something about this. It would be a shame if their friendship crumbled over something silly. Whatever that silly thing was.

Inviting them over to your place was a great start. Though they might be shocked when they see each other at your place. You might have left that out on purpose.

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“What the—what are you doing here, Raiden?”

“What am I doing here? I should be asking you the same thing, Kung Lao.”

They both stared at each other with mouths agape. They were confused as if the possible reason was outlandish. It’s not like there is a universal rule that you can only invite one person to your place.

“What are you two standing there for? Come inside, you’ll catch your deaths out there.” You called for them.

They didn’t even realize you opened the door. But now that they do they were racing to get it. Kung Lao pushed Raiden out of the way, leaving him with a disappointed expression.

Your place was well decorated and well kept. It’s only you living in this small house. That doesn’t make it any less of a home. Your house expresses you which the boys really like. They followed you closely but realize you were heading in the direction of your room. There was hesitation, especially from Raiden. Why not just stay in the living room? What gives?

You don’t have time for this stupidity. You grabbed their hands and dragged them into your room. They always imagined being in your room , of course that fantasy always involved you on the bed and the other one not being there. Clearly none of that good stuff will happen, right?

“Alright, sit down, I need to ask you guys something.” You plopped down on your bed.

The bed is off limits in their minds. The chairs? No. The bean bag? No. The floor? Probably a safe bet.

They sat in front of you, looking up at you like loving puppies waiting to be loved by their master. That’s not the first order of business tonight. Don’t be fooled by their eyes. There is still a wedge between them.

“Mind telling me what’s got you two so bothered. Don’t act like I haven’t noticed your strange behavior recently. I’m concerned about you guys.”

They can tell that you really care just by the tone of your voice. But a silence still hung in the air. Kung Lao nor Raiden wanted to speak the truth. It’s awkward, especially with your bro there. Kung Lao’s cockiness got to him though, reminding him of who he is. He shouldn’t be afraid so he’ll say it.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He declared.

Well that was a shock. You know what else shocked you? Raiden.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He said as well.

They glared at each other after saying that. They don’t even acknowledge the fact that you were sitting there with a confused expression. It’s not usual for two men to ask you out at the same time, in the same way. It was at least straight forward. You snapped your fingers at them to bring their attention back to you. Like the good boys they are they obey.

“How often does this happen? Going after the same girl?” You asked.

“Not as often as you think.” Raiden responded.

“We usually have different types.” Kung Lao chimed in.

This is weird. Somehow you were the connection between them when it came to types yet at the same time being the wedge between them.

“So…are you saying I should be flattered?”

“Aren’t you everybody’s type?” Kung Lao said it so innocently that it was smooth. He does good when he’s not trying too hard.

Think about this for yourself now. It’s no lie that you like them both. They have their own quirk that draws you in. You love Raiden’s kindness yet ability to be brutal while in battle. He works hard and is willing to guide others to try hard as well. Kung Lao’s cockiness can be annoying to others but it enriches you. It gives him confidence and the ability to think of new ideas. That razor-rimmed hat didn’t come out of thin air. There is so much you can say and love about them. But which one do you choose?

Alright, you have an idea. A weird one but it’s an idea.

“Come here.” You motioned for them to join you on your bed.

“Which one of us?” Kung Lao asked but Raiden was already up and running to your bed. Kung Lao got there just as quick as he did.

Nothing else was said from you. You only had actions. You leaned into Raiden first, bringing his head closer to yours. Your lips captured his in a passionate kiss. It was just like everything he imagined. Your lips were soft and had the slightest hint of vanilla that came from your favorite lip balm. He was practically melting in the palm of your hands as he wished this could last forever. But you pulled away, you have someone else to get to.

When you turned towards Kung Lao he has an upset expression on his face. It turned to shock the moment he felt your lips against his. That softness and the taste of vanilla enchanted him. He almost turned the passionate kiss into a whole make out session. That desperation to have you and touch you himself was building up for quite a while. He doesn’t want to hold himself back. But just like with Raiden you pulled away.

From the kisses you gave to them you came to the conclusion that you like them both equally. You don’t want to break either one of their hearts since it will break yours as well. So why not have both men. This can do good in bringing their friendship together again. It might even make it stronger. Yeah, this can work out. And you would have told them but they came to a similar conclusion as well. That will be discussed later.

For now you are more focused on their lips that are leaving kisses all over your neck. It makes your body heat rise up and causes a stir between your legs. Their hands are all over you. Kung Lao’s reaches for your neck to hold it still while Raiden’s reaches for your chest. You whimper at the sensation of their tongues lightly licking your skin. Kung Lao thinks it best to stay leaving hickeys on you. It will show everyone who you belong to. Raiden should do the same so that all know that you belong to them.

They lightly push you back against your bed. There is a hunger in their eyes. One that has built up for days. Raiden just can’t wait to hold you close as Kung Lao goes to town on you.

There is no shame is wanting this as well. Don’t hide that devious smirk from them. It will let them know to keep going.

You know what they say. Sharing is caring. And they care for you a lot.

After notes: If you’re gonna piss rainbows do it in the ditch I dug. If a skittle don’t fall out imma be disappointed. I have a sneaking suspicion that imma be asked of more from this. I didn’t want to push it beyond anything I’m sorry if you wanted more. Now I must finish eating before I mentally prepare myself for my class tonight. Adiós!