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[get-more-bald]

i have an unreal hatred for oppo rancisis

[kisses4themissus]

Mr, Mrs & Labour? | Hwang In-ho x Reader

wc: 2.3k

a/n: I locked in and finished writing this!!

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Classic music filled your ears as you laid by in-ho who was wide awake as the lights began to turn on. You both looked at each other, knowing the next game; Mingle.

The others got up, groaning at the bright lights. In-ho leaned over to you and ran a hand over your bump before helping you up. 

“Don’t wake them up, all night long was filled with back pain and endless kicking!” You complained to your husband who chuckled and rubbed the lower portion of your back while you all waited to be led up the stairs.

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You stared at the soldiers as you entered the carousel themed room. You were too tired to really act scared, your back felt as if someone had taken a hammer and tried to break your spine, your unborn child was restless the night before and your braxton hicks seemed too real for comfort. 

Gi-hun noticed your pain and walked to a solider. “Does she need to participate? Look at her, she’s in pain.” He motioned towards you and in-ho who rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. 

“The appeal of the game is that everyone is treated equally, even if they have different needs.” The soldier said sternly, making gi-hun sigh before walking back to you all on the platform. 

“I’m alright gi-hun, I should be able to make it through the rest of the game…I hope at least.” You tried to joked earning stern looks from everyone.

You quickly apologized and waited for other players to step on the platform. Tuning out as the instructions were played out. You had left the third game up to in-ho after you had grown frustrated from in-ho’s comments about your ideas. In-ho held you close as him and the others went over a plan. 

“If it’s lower then five, we group apart and adapt.” Gi-hun informed you all. You smiled as the others began to place their hands in the middle, you joined in and smiled at in-ho. “One, two, three, victory!” You all quietly cheered before turning back to face the colorful doors.

As the players were all on, the lights dimmed and the platform jerked everyone, in-ho holding you and jun-hee up right. You sighed as children’s music played, before you could think the platform stopped. 

“Ten!” 

You all looked at each other. Gi-hun turned to the people next to you all. “How many of you?!” He asked, looking around panicked as players yelled over each other. “Four,” Hyun-ju looked around for one more player. “That’s makes nine, we need one more!” Jung-bae noted, as you all discussed a plan, another group of players walked over and held dae-ho by his shoulder.

“Your a group of five? So are we, come with us!” They yelled out. Before you all could step forward a different group rushed over and grabbed the other group of five. Hyun-ju looked around and sighed in relief and grabbed the shaman lady.

You quickly moved from in-ho grasp and waddled the fastest you could to the nearest room and held the door open as the others followed you, shutting the door in time. You winced as gunshots rang out outside the door.

“You’re all alive thanks to me, I saved you all!” The crazy lady announced rasing her finger as she looked at each of you. You scoffed at her.

She quickly whipped around and tilted her head at you. 

“We’re the reason you’re not out there being shot.” You sneered at the religious woman, she scoffed at you and stepped closer, everyone’s eyes bouncing between you both. “Just like a snake in the heavenly garden.” She spat down on your shoes, geum-ja and the others gasped at the lady’s actions.

Your eyes widen, stepping in her way you glared at the woman. “Talk about me again.” You challenged, straightening out, your hands curling up in anger. 

“Let’s not fight right now,” Geum-ja tried to defuse the situation, everyone joining in, trying to calm you down from harming the shaman. You sighed and turned to face the door, trying to calm down, feeling your baby kick around.

“Your child will be stuck in your cursed hands.” She muttered, there was a beat of silence before it had dawned on the others what was happening.

You had stood with your back to her, the next you were slamming a fist into her nose, your other hand holding tightly on her ponytail. In-ho quickly moved and held you on one side while the other blocked you away from her. “You bitch! I’ll snap your neck!” You yelled, trying to claw your way away from your husband and dae-ho’s grasps.

- - - - - - - -

Thankfully the doors unlocked, letting you all out. You glared as dae-ho softly pulled you away from the room. Once out, everyone looked around to notice the drop on the counter of players.

You sighed, shaking your shoe clean of spit. 

“Brush off that woman’s evil words!” Geum-ja told you and she ran he hands over your jacket as if she was clearing off dust.  “Your baby will be born in the hands of a wonderful mother.” She continued as she fixed your jacket.

You nodded at her words. “I would’ve killed her, bringing up my baby like that.” You muttered, in-ho cleared his throat and lead you back. “You can’t be doing that, not when your in a vulnerable state.” In-ho scolded as you both stepped back onto the platform. “Are you saying i should’ve let her run her mouth about our child?” You scoffed, crossing your arms at your husband. 

“I wasn’t saying that..” In-ho sighed and gave up as the platform spun around. You held hands with jun-hee, you both squeezing each others palms for comfort. “Four!” 

Gi-hun looked at you all and sighed, “You four go, me and jung-bae will find someone.” Gi-hun tried to separate you all but you quickly shook your head and held onto in-ho’s arm, “You four go, me and in-ho will go!” You quickly walked away with your husband as the others fled into an empty room. 

“We need two players!” In-ho yelled as you noticed the panic on players faces, people getting betrayed by their teams left and right.

A younger man scrambled on the floor by your shoes and held your ankle. “Please miss, don’t let me die here.” He begged, in-ho quickly helped him up as you found another solo player, you all ran into a room in time, the door close and clicked shut.

You caught your breath as you waited for the soldiers and workers to be done. The other two players caught their breaths, player 256 sighed and bowed to both you and in-ho. 

“Thank you for saving me.” He thanked, the other player quickly joining in. You and in-ho chuckled and shook your heads at them. “It’s alright, thank you for coming with.” You smiled at the pair.

- - - - - - - -

Once it was clear you walked out and looked around for the others.

“MRS OH!” Jung-bae yelled out.

“BROTHER YOUNG-IL?!” Dae-ho called out, him and the others frantically looking for you both. 

“Mr and mrs Oh!” Jun-hee smiled as you both joined the group, you holding your back with a smile as you waddled to the others who embraced you in a hug.

“Oh, i’m glad you and the baby are safe!” Jung-bae sighed in relief and hugged you the best he could. 

“Me or the baby aren’t going anywhere so easily.” You chuckled, quietly smirking at gi-hun and in-ho’s sweet reunion. “I’m glad you both made it, i was worried.” Gi-hun expressed, placing a hand on in-ho’s shoulder.

“Well, me and my wife are very charismatic, so it was easy to get players!” In-ho smiled charmingly at gi-hun. 

In-ho glanced over to jun-hee and checked on her. “You feeling alright?” He questioned, the younger girl nodded a smile on her face. “I’m alright, im glad you both are safe.” She grinned.

Nodding in-ho turned to gi-hun and placed his hands in his pockets. “Wait so if the number is eight, we won’t need other, correct?” He asked, making the other look at him confused, you groaned and cover your face.

“Why’s that?” Jung-bae asked confused, “And the dad jokes have begun..” You chuckled a bit, trying not to. 

“Oh, cause the ladies have babies in them!” Dae-ho realized, making everyone chuckle at the joke.

“If they both had twins we would’ve been good by ourselves for 10.” Jung-bae added, making you all laugh as you got onto the platform.

You held onto jun-hee who tried to brace herself for the stop. “Three!” You all stopped, looking around you all figured out a plan.

“You three go, we’ll go to a different room!” Gi-hun yelled out, both in-ho and him holding onto your arms as you all went to the nearest room.

As you approached the blue door the two let go of you to let you walk on your own but stopped as other players rushed past you, distancing you from in-ho and gi-hun who realized what had happened.

Beside you the older woman, geum-ja was left alone. You looked at in-ho and motioned for her. Without warning in-ho grabbed geum-ja and gi-hun and made it to a room. 

You sighed and looked around, it was too late for players to help you, quickly you snuck away and hid where the solider’s stood hidden for the duration of the game. You noticed the number on the guards back and tapped them. “011, cover me, i couldn’t find a room in time to hide.” You explained as the solider stood up and blocked anyone from seeing you.

You groaned as a cramp ran down your spine. You let out deep breaths, making the guard tense up, not turning around they spoke up. “I believe you’re in labour, gameplanner.” They informed you making you chuckle. “I don't think so, i have a few days before my due date-!” You rushed out the words and tightly held on the soldiers shoulders as a cramp tensed up once more.

“My daughter came a week before her due date.” They informed making you glance up at the triangle, you sighed as the pain calmed down for the moment. “If they get worse, have them call my number, but don't let anything slip to my husband!” You lectured, earning a nod from the solider before they stepped away, letting you slip into a group of players exiting the rooms.

“Mrs oh!” Gi-hun gasped out as you waddled over to the two men, the other also approaching. “I’m glad you’re safe.” In-ho embraced you, leaning into him.

You turned to see geum-ja comforting her son who began to cry as she held him close. “It’s alright, i’m here alive!” She muttered, running a hand over his head. “What happened?” You questioned, in-ho sighed and fixed your jacket.

“Her and her son meant to stick together but got separated when others took him.” In-ho explained, watching as you began to tear up at the bond. Hyun-ju turned to in-ho and gi-hun and thanked the men for keeping geum-ja alive and safe.

Wiping away tears, you all stepped on the platform and waited for the number. “Are you feeling alright, miss?” Player 246, gyung-seok asked as you held your bump. “I’m ok, thank you though.” You reassured before turning to see a worried look on in-ho’s face.

- - - - - - - -

The round had gone by smoothly, you had split apart and joined in-ho and the other men, stepping out and all gathering on the platform you all noticed hyun-ja’s depressive state and the lack of player 095. The platform spun as the song played out, the lights doing the usual pattern. You all waited for the platform to stop.

“How many do you think it’s gonna be?” Jung-bae asked. Leaning towards in-ho and gi-hun who stood in front of you all. 

Gi-hun hesitated, the game didn’t have a pattern to the numbers. “Hard to say-!” Gi-hun was cut off by in-ho’s stoic voice.

“Two.” 

Gi-hun and jung-bae looked confused at his confident answer. “How are you sure?” Jung-bae questioned.

“There’s only 50 rooms and hundred and something players left!” You lied, knowing your husband had a slip up. In-ho nodded along as you pointed to the player counter. 

The platform halted, you all waited as the lights dimmed and began to strobe,

“Two!”

With quick glances everyone grabbed a partner and took off. You and in-ho held hands as you both ran to the nearest room. Opening the door you stopped as player 100 and another man yelled at you to shut the door.

“Green door!” In-ho yelled, tossing a guy to the ground before following behind you into the room. In-ho braced you as a man cowered into the corner of the room. “We-we were here first!” He tried to defend, making in-ho widen is eyes in anger and walked over to the man.

The man swiftly avoid in-ho and backed into you. 

As in-ho went in to rip the man away he watched as you wrapped your arms around the man's neck and slowly moved to the floor as the man tried to let you release him. “Where did you learn that?” in-ho questioned, holding the door shut with his weight.

“the recruiter taught me somethings!” You winked up at your husband who tilted his head, his eyes having a tint of jealousy after all those years.

As the man patted around the room you felt a wet sensation go down your leg, making your eyes widen.

“Asshole!” You cussed twisting the man’s neck, watching as the heavy body lay limp on your lap. In-ho quickly pulled the weight off you and stopped at the wet stain on your pants. “I’ll signal a guard to help clean you up.” He reassured but you shook your head at him. The room door locking and gunshots rang out. 

“My water broke..” You muttered.

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[certaimromance]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Allegation of Love.

Boyfriend!Hotch x Lawyer!reader

Summary: When you arrive at the police station to defend a client's innocence, you don't expect the man accusing her to be the same man you've been dating for months.

Words: 1,6k.

Warnings & Tags: fem!reader. mentions of crime and serial killers. established relationship. aaron already divorced. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: I just love Hotch and wanted to write something with him here. To me, he is definitely the kind of man who is so tired from work that he tries not to mention it on a date (of course, after all the trauma he has been through).

It wasn't that you were annoying, particularly aggressive, or obsessed with being right, you just did your job to the best of your ability. Even if that meant being the villain of other people's stories and mentally going over every law to make sure it was obeyed.

The issue was that not everyone saw it the same way. In the workplace, where you managed, your exact memorization of the rules wasn't always appreciated if you were the one carrying the defense and doing everything to overthrow the other side's theories. For the same reason, you usually had to argue with cops, prosecutors, judges, and—on this occasion—even an FBI agent who wasn't happy with your presence.

You had in your hands an alleged confession of several murders delivered by your client under the coercion of the man who was interrogating her, without your presence there and with some pretty questionable methods to put her in an empty room without concrete evidence or an order from the judge. Unbelievably, it was a fairly common occurrence in your day-to-day work.

At least it was until the boss of the agent you were arguing with showed up and everything started to get complicated.

“What's going on here?”

The cross words and your intensity in emphasizing the injustice of the manipulation of the confession did not allow you to realize that there was someone else in the room. Much less that it was someone who looked exclusively at you until one of the police officers present cleared his throat.

“There has been a violation of the law.” You slowly turned to look behind you, and that's when you saw him.

Aaron stood stiffly, trying to look professional and serious, wearing a tie that matched your dress.

“There wasn't one, Hotch. We just got the confession.” Agent Morgan interjected into the silence provoked by the exchange of glances between you and his supervisor.

For the first time in the half hour you'd been there, you were completely silent. Even when two more agents showed up to try to defuse the situation, you didn't stop repeating the same arguments and insisting on your point. Now, however, you seemed to have lost the ability to speak.

There was a long pause before Aaron spoke carefully. “I'll take care of clarifying the situation.”

Trying to remain serious and stoic, he led you to one of the station's offices with the excuse that he wanted to talk about the case quietly so as not to attract the attention of his team. The strange thing was that he called you by name in front of everyone, without anyone having introduced you before. Maybe one of you two would have noticed if you had been a little less attentive to the other and more attentive to how the situation looked in the other's eyes.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as soon as he closed the door behind you, loosening the tension in his jaw a little, at least now it was just the two of you.

“Where's my 'Good to see you, sweetie. Please don't sue us' or anything like that?”

He raised an eyebrow at your comment, hoping you would take it seriously. Automatically and unconsciously, he had begun to move away from you and sat down on the other side of the desk, marking a distance between the two of you. Aaron had brought out his work side and you had hidden it at the mere sight of him.

“The woman your team pressured into confessing to a crime is my client.” You finally spoke in a serious tone, staring at him with some surprise. This wasn't the usual dynamic with him—you usually had a more relaxed side to him.

“Since when do you take cases like this?”

“Since it's been assigned to me.” You said, raising your shoulders. “One of the buffet partners is on vacation and left me to his clients, as I mentioned the other night.”

The other night when you were in his car, when he had his hand on your thigh as he drove home, when he smiled at you every chance he got to turn around and look at you. When the two of you weren't on completely different sidewalks and weren't supposed to act like strangers.

“This is pretty weird.” You said after watching him for a few seconds and noticing that he seemed lost in his memories. “I hope the agent I was arguing with isn't your friend. That would be awkward.”

Aaron looked at you, trying to figure out what could have happened before he showed up. He already knew you were a good lawyer, very capable and, above all, a good striker. It was too weird for him to think that you had been using your skills against his own team, against the friends he once wanted to introduce you to and that you had now met for the first time in the most unimaginable way.

“What?” You asked.

“Nothing.”

“You look at me like I'm a ghost.”

His brow furrowed again.

He didn't want to say out loud that everything related to his work had ended badly and was completely destroyed, just like his ex-marriage and any attempt to fix it. He had always felt comfortable with you because your work was just as demanding but less dangerous than his. You usually handled family cases, divorces, estates, and coordinating child care. You were away from the blood, the killers, and all the atrocities he lived with.

“I'm worried about you being in the middle of this. It can be dangerous.” He showed his concern for you and had to hold back from holding your hand.

“You should worry more about the lawsuit.” You pointed out in a tone somewhere between teasing and serious. You didn't like him worrying too much. “I'm very good.”

“This is serious.” He finally let his guard down and placed his hand on your knee from under the table, giving it a gentle touch.

That was the man you know and love.

“Me too, it's my job.”

“And you're making my job harder.” He pointed out with a small smile in response to yours.

What were the chances of your love life and work life crossing paths like this? You thought they were pretty slim, which is why you steered clear of talking about work when you were together.

You were just about to answer when you heard a tap on the door and one of the agents who had been watching you during your discussion came over to give Aaron some information about the profile. You couldn't understand him very well because he seemed to be speaking in code because of your presence.

“I'll be there in a moment, Rossi. Get the team together and we'll talk.” Hotchner finished earnestly. You could still feel the warmth of his touch on your knee. “I'm just finishing up here.”

As soon as he left the office, you looked at Aaron with surprise.

“Is he who you always mention?” You asked, and he nodded. “I thought it was 'Rosie,' not 'Rossi,' and that he was a woman.”

“Now I understand why you grimace when I mention his name.” He replied with some amusement. “You were jealous.”

Yes, especially when you found out that they'd shared a room once.

“Don't mock me, I'm about to sue you.” You advertiste in a fake threatening tone, pointing a finger at him. “And I don't care how handsome you look right now, I'll do my job.”

“Me too.” He replied, trying to ignore your compliment to keep a serious expression on his face. “And you look pretty too, I like that dress.”

The love between you seemed to be bubbling anyway, and it was impossible to hide it when you had breakfast together just a few hours ago. You went from making him coffee to offering him a lawsuit if he didn't agree with you.

“I know, I'll use this dress while I debunk your profile theory.” You got up from your seat suddenly after taking your phone out of your bag. It was then that you looked him in the eye. “Are you going to release my client now or should I call the judge?”

“You're not going to take a suspect in five murders. I'm not going to let her off the hook.” He copied your action.

“Give me the evidence then, love.”

Oh, to call him that at that point was a cheap shot, especially when you were the one who won because he had no concrete evidence, only theories and his complex profile.

“But stay away from her anyway, she can be dangerous. My agents will keep an eye on her.” He snorted after a few seconds, trying to find an argument, but failing.

At that moment, you gave him a little smile, proud of yourself and what you had accomplished. “See you at dinner?”

“Sure.” He replied without being able to help but give you a small smile in return. “But I'll pick the place.”

“Well, that's an argument I'll let you win.” You put your phone back in your bag and took a couple of steps towards the door, stopping when you saw him coming after you. “Can I kiss my opponent?”

“This is pretty unprofessional.” He said, putting a hand on your waist and leaning you against the door. Without hesitation, he kissed you firmly on the lips.

After a few minutes, the two of you walked out of the office as if nothing had happened, and the professional scene continued. Your heels clicked towards the exit with your client at your side, while Aaron met with his team, trying to find new ways to solve the case and refine the profile. The only problem was that he happened to be working with people who were very detail-oriented.

And, gosh, it was impossible not to notice the traces of your lipstick on his lips.

[7-deadly-cats]

killing me softly | extra

rafe buying reader a gift at the gas station

K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- C H . 1 7 | C H . 1 8 ->

✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive themes and implications, awkward!rafe, cougar behavior from an older woman (age appropriate but still gross), mention of alcohol consumption (flashback), one-sided flirting, kinda ptsd!rafe lol, rafe going insane (again)

✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 2.8k+

✿ A / N ✿ thx @wefelldowntherabbithole13 for requesting this. hope you guys enjoy this little extra and lmk what you think <3

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W E E K O N E // S A T U R D A Y 2 : 5 5 P M

Rafe was so close to ripping off the fucking gas cap of his fucking Benz because why the fuck wouldn't it close, HUH?!

Or better yet: why the fuck did this stupid shit piss him off so goddamn bad in the first place?

OH RIGHT. Probably something to do with how he’d just dropped you off in the fucking Cut, at that rat-infested shithole where his stupid sister and her loser rat friends always hung out.

FUCKING GREAT.

No. No, you hadn't exactly told him who’d be waiting for you there besides your loud-ass friend and some dude she apparently needed help with. Seriously, Rafe still couldn’t wrap his head around how you of all people were supposed to help her. You could barely grasp the concept of flirting—how the hell were you supposed to be of any help besides driving everyone in a five-mile radius absolutely insane with your crazy head?

Rafe exhaled. Finally punched the damn gas cap shut with his fist.

Knuckles throbbing, he rubbed at them, though it hurt less than his damn head.

Like, Jesus fucking Christ, that stupid-ass conversation you two had just minutes ago? Rafe didn’t even know how the hell he’d managed not to crash the fuck out. He deserved a fucking gold medal or trophy for keeping his cool and actually calming your crazy ass down.

And the best part? Not even a whole fucking minute after he’d defused the ticking bomb that was your brain, you were already ready to ditch him.

Seriously, was Rafe just some fucking joke to you?

Sure, yeah, okay, your friend had indeed called, and apparently you’d promised to hang out with her anyway today. But that wasn’t exactly a solid reason to dip immediately. You could’ve stayed just a little longer and… yeah. Done what, exactly?

Under different circumstances, it would've been late evening, and Rafe would've gone to your place because no way in hell was he bringing a girl around his nosy-ass family. And of course, you'd have the house to yourself—Rafe had zero interest in dealing with a random girl's parents (except that yours actually were pretty chill). You'd have giggled at the door, walked in, one thing would've led to another, and he'd have you moaning into the sheets. Or well, not moaning, considering at this point he’d rather shut you up and feel you choke on his—

Fuck, he really didn’t need to get hard at a damn gas station.

And yeah, just like with his occasional (!!!) hookups (again, he wasn't a fuckboy, alright?), he’d either crash at your place, too lazy to drive back, or show up at Kelce’s or Top’s, do a line, and pass out on the couch.

That’s it.

But those hadn't been the circumstances. It had been the middle of the fucking day, and Rafe knew better than to expect some quick fun with you. Hell, he’d be out of his fucking mind if he even tried making a move. You’d probably lose it, that whole exhausting conversation would start all over again, and even more likely: You’d freak the fuck out, dip, and that’d be the end of whatever the hell this was between you two.

Oh right, now there actually was a label. Apparently you were aiming for a friendship, or rather you thought he wanted one.

Cute, really. You two had barely known each other for, what, a week? Not even? And you’d already pressured him into deciding where things were going after the project because apparently, your brain needed to "make space for new people if they decided to stay" otherwise your anxiety would eat you up.

Aight.

Like, dude. Chill the fuck out for once. Why couldn’t you just live in the fucking moment for a second? But no, you had to constantly leap a thousand steps ahead and dissect every possible outcome.

You were literally the least chill person Rafe had ever met, and somehow, he still couldn’t bring himself to dislike you. How? He didn’t fucking know. Probably better if he never figured it out, because unlike you, he didn’t need every single answer to every goddamn situation.

Jesus Christ.

But yeah, sure, why not. Rafe loved collecting annoying people as his friends for a living. One more wouldn’t kill him. Bonus points to you, though, because for some fucked up reason, he actually had fun with you. Sometimes more than with Kelce and Top. And well, he didn't have the option to flirt with those two. But with you? Shit, it was his new favorite activity.

Which brought him back to the original question: What the fuck was Rafe supposed to do with a female friend?

Like, with Topper and Kelce, he’d hit the country club, hang out at one of their places, smoke some hookah, hit some beach bar or the gym.

Wait. On second thought—dragging you into the gym, you wearing tight leggings, squatting in front of him, and—

Rafe rubbed the bridge of his nose. He seriously needed to think of some other shit.

Another reason he desperately needed a fucking line right now. This whole situation—he was actually going insane.

First things first: pay for the goddamn gas.

The Benz gave two clicking sounds as Rafe locked it and headed into the station.

Good thing he’d driven back to the north side of the island. No way in hell he was about to get robbed by some cracked-out junkie at a Cut gas station where they probably laundered money and sold kidneys on the side.

“Pump Three,” Rafe said as he stepped up to the counter, eyes on his wallet, fumbling to get that fucking credit card out of the sleeve. Seriously, his patience was really being tested today.

“Oh, honey, what happened to your face?”

Rafe looked up—and his heart dropped.

Fucking shit. Not her.

Agatha Woods. 44, widow, Pogue, and the fucking woman Rafe had almost hooked up with last year at a bonfire party.

She’d been working the bar (which—let's be real—grown woman hanging out at a teenager party? Fucked-up), and Rafe had been doing shots one after the other with Top. And then Topper—holy shit, that was the party the idiot almost hooked up with your friend—dipped, and Rafe got left behind. And for some goddamn fucked-up unexplainable reason, he'd stayed at the bar with cougar Agatha and let her keep pouring him drink after drink.

Fucking shit, he'd been so wasted and desperate anyway because he'd dropped Gracie a week before and then there had been fucking Agatha with her triple Ds, her purring at him and fuck, Jesus Christ, his whole body literally tensed at the memory. His horny, almost-blackout self had almost followed her to her truck if Kelce hadn’t intercepted him.

Actually no, Rafe's entire skin was covered in goosebumps right now.

Shitshitshitshit. Just ignore her. She won’t remember. She probably pulls this shit on every guy who'd just celebrated his 18th birthday.

He shook his head and shrugged like it was no big deal, avoiding her eyes. “Golf club accident.”

Now Rafe was forced to meet her eyes, only because he was trying so fucking hard not to look down at her way-too-exposed cleavage as she leaned forward on the counter.

“I’m off soon, want me to take a look at that?” she said, fluttering her lashes in that sweet—actually, no, raspy smoker’s voice of hers.

Rafe kind of wanted to go back to Barry’s and let the guy shoot his brains out, because what the actual fuck. Why was he getting hit on by a woman twice his age? For the second time.

He just shook his head, letting out a tight chuckle. “Nah, I’m good. So, uh ... Pump Three.”

“I heard you just fine the first time,” Agatha said with a smirk, leaning back. “Just thought maybe you’d wanna pick up where we left off last time.”

Please just let me fucking pay. Holy shit.

Rafe gave a strained smile. “How much?”

Agatha chuckled. “Oh, sweetie, this is a gas station, not a brothel.”

What the—fucking shit, what?

His neck and cheeks were suddenly burning, and for a second he genuinely considered walking out and setting the entire gas station on fire, himself included.

Jesus Christ. This day was just getting worse by the goddamn second.

“I’m well aware,” he replied but his fucking voice cracked, and FUCKING HELL.

The hunting knives on the counter suddenly looked way too inviting, even though they were sitting right next to a blindingly pink stand full of glittery, oversaturated plastic bags with little rainbow-colored horses printed on them.

Okay. Seriously. The fucking universe—or whatever sick fuck ran it—was messing with him, because guess what was printed in bold letters on that stand?

Friendship Bracelets: Pick Your Pony, Share The Sparkle.

What. The. Fuck.

This had to be some serious joke. Hadn't he just made fun of the idea of making you a friendship bracelet a few minutes ago, just to shut you up?

“Four bucks.”

Startled, Rafe snapped his eyes back to the cougar, blurting out, “Huh?”

She laughed. “Looking at that thing with that big eyes of yours. You got a friend you wanna share the magic with?”

“Girlfriend, actually.”

The words had left his mouth before his brain could even catch up.

Shit.

Even worse than calling you his girlfriend in front of the cougar trying to bag him: he seriously considered buying one of the dumb bracelets.

See? This was your fucking fault. Riling him up with your psycho brain, then bouncing to Sarah’s rathole where she was most likely also hanging out. And now, here he was, about to buy you some glittery-ass children’s bracelet just to… fuck, he didn’t even know. Just the idea of you owning something he got you, it made his blood rush in a way that genuinely concerned him.

Well. One upside to the sudden topic shift: Agatha was backing off, now that she thought he was taken. Just like he’d intended, of course.

Guess she has some standards, at least.

“All grown up now, got yourself a girl, huh?,” she said with a giggle. “You oughta invest in a real bracelet then. Ain’t no girlfriend gonna want some kids’ toy meant for little girlies.”

“Nah,” Rafe muttered with a frown, cheeks warm. “She’ll like it.”

You loved sending fucked-up, crazy-ass crackhead pics to express your emotions. You’d absolutely love some discolored, shitty plastic bracelet from some shitty-ass horse cartoon.

And the fact that Rafe even knew that fucking cartoon in the first place was reason enough to buy one of the hunting knives as well and end his misery right here. Wheezie used to watch that crap when she was younger. He remembered those smiley, ugly-ass horses now.

Nonetheless, Rafe stepped closer to the stand, scanning the different packages. Apparently, each bracelet was themed after one of those LSD-tripping ponies.

There—that one. The obnoxious blue one with rainbow hair. He hated that smug, loud, egotistical piece-of-shit horse. Friendship bracelet for the Rainbow Dash in your life.

Yeah, no thanks. He wasn’t putting that asshole on your wrist.

“You need help choosing?” Agatha asked with a chuckle. “Otherwise move that sweet little ass of yours. Got another customer waiting.”

Rafe furrowed his brows and moved to the side, trying his best to ignore the heat crawling up his chest. First thing he’d do once he got out of here was a fucking line in the car, because fuck this day.

Okay. So what shitty-ass horse should he even get you?

He remembered the purple one with the emo bangs and that dumb little dragon sidekick. Wheezie’s favorite. Twilight Sparkle the package read.

Jesus, how the fuck did they all have shitty names like that?

Then there was the pink one. Of fucking course, she was called fucking Pinkie Pie. Rafe remembered her being all over the place and screaming and bouncing and just... no. That bitch reminded him way too much of Kelce for some reason. Or your best friend. Which was basically the same thing. Hard pass.

The weird cowgirl-looking horse just looked straight-up ugly. No way he’d let you wear ugly shit like that. Plus, it gave off full-on Pogue energy, so yeah, fuck that too.

Which left him with two fuckers called Rarity and Fluttershy.

And for some reason, Fluttershy just... felt right. Rafe couldn’t explain it, but he knew that was the one. Soft colors, none of that oversaturated eyesore bullshit. And her smile on the packaging—kinda sweet, kinda shy (well duh, the bitch was called Fluttershy for a reason), and she just radiated your vibe. Quiet, soft, but like... deep (in thought about some unnecessary bullshit probably).

He even remembered her being eerily like you. Awkward, kind, and anxious.

Jesus Christ, why the fuck did he even remember that?

Rafe grabbed the package with a grimace. It read Friendship Bracelet for the Fluttershy in your life. He seriously questioned his fucking sanity as he dropped it on the counter.

“Oh, so you finally picked one,” Agatha said, scanning it in with a smirk and raising an eyebrow. “I’m just gonna assume your girlfriend’s of legal age.”

HUH WHA—FUCKING SHIT, EW.

The audacity of that woman to say that of all people.

Rafe smiled crookedly, holding up his card. “Listen, lady, I’m in a fucking hurry, alright?”

Agatha chuckled again, holding out the reader. “That’ll be 110.55 then.”

The moment the confirmation beep rang out, Rafe snatched the bracelet and bolted the hell out of that goddamn gas station slash cougar pit. Before he ever stepped foot in there again, he’d rather make out with a fucking Pogue or shoot himself in the face.

In the car, he dropped the plastic package along with his wallet and keys into the center console and slammed on the gas. He needed to get out of there before that cougar actually chased him down.

And then the overwhelming urge to just crash his car into the nearest wall or tree rose up because:

Did he seriously just buy a fucking horse bracelet for a girl who was driving him completely insane, which also had the most fucked-up brain he’d ever witnessed?

Oh, and the worst part? He knew damn well he wouldn’t get anything in return. No sex. No blowjob. Not even a basic makeout. Probably just some awkward little smile and a confused “Thanks". Worst case? Another fucking discussion about what this meant, what Rafe’s intentions were, whether he was just trying to get in your pants, blah blah blah.

And the most fucked-up, goddamn infuriating part? He didn’t even seem to mind.

Sure, if you'd show him your gratitude on your knees, he wouldn’t complain (shit, just the thought almost made him hard), but Rafe had pretty much (almost) accepted that nothing like that was ever gonna happen between you two.

And guess friends without benefits didn't do this kinda shit, right? Like, Top and Kelce basically fit into this category and he'd never in a million years...just fuck no, what. Then again, they didn't have tits and a cute ass like yours, so. And moreover, Rafe would never ever gift them a cringe-ass fucking friendship bracelet. And definitely not one week after getting to know them.

Shit. The bracelet wasn’t supposed to mean anything anyway. Rafe just felt like he needed to make his point clear one more time, once and for all because he had this gut feeling that words didn’t cut it with you. Two days from now, you’d be whining again because Rafe made some harmless flirty joke, and your fucked-up head would twist it into some manipulative scheme of him wanting to get in your pants.

So when he'd give you this dumbass bracelet, he’d make fucking sure you read what it said:

F-R-I-E-N-D-S-H-I-P Bracelet.

Unfortunately, the gas station didn’t offer a bracelet that read “For the girl I got stuck with in a school project, who I kinda wanna bend over but I'm also fine with not doing so, even though she’s batshit crazy and wants a label six days in for a FUCKING HANGOUT, and for reasons only God knows I’m still putting up with her shit and guess I'm her fucking friend now and buying her this crap just to shut her spiraling brain up AND to make it loud and clear I'm not toying with her crazy ass”.

Jesus Christ.

He was losing it. He was actually going insane.

And the only reason for it?

You.

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[wilwheaton]

Every day, more and more everyday people are at the point where they get it, and they get the urgency, even if the conventional politicians with their consultants and their focus groups and their big-ticket donors do not. Any leaders who join them on the Tesla protest lines are the ones who will be rewarded in the coming elections, and not the cowards who troll hopelessly for right-wing votes. The Democrats like Newsom or Houlahan who didn’t speak out for those being marginalized by the forces of autocracy will be remembered at the ballot box, but not in a good way.

Feckless Dems need ‘a Navalny, not a Newsom’

Newsom has been a reliable governor for us here in California. I have taken some comfort in the knowledge that he has stood up to Trump several times, and any of Trump’s fuckery will hopefully be mitigated or defused because Newsom is my governor.

But I’m disgusted with his platforming of a Nazi, his careless willingness to just abandon and betray our trans siblings, and his transparent effort to suck up to the shitty Gen Z nazis who are ascendant in Republican politics.

Like so many centrists who came before him, Newsom is about to experience -- but will learn nothing from -- the reality that, given a choice between a real piece of shit republican, and someone who is pretending to be a piece of shit republican, the real republican wins every single time.

It’s why Fetterman lied through his teeth about being a progressive; he NEVER gets elected if he runs on what he’s done since taking office. He has infuriated and betrayed the people who worked so hard to get him elected, and now he will be a one term senator, because no Democrat will trust him, and the garbage MAGA morons will choose some dipshit WWE guy or whoever the party puts up, no matter what.

It’s very early in Newsom’s national political rollout, and he has time to clean this up ... but he isn’t stupid. He knows exactly who Charlie Kirk is, and he knows exactly what platforming him on his premiere episode means to the Democratic base.

Trans rights are human rights, Governor. You know that. You’ve said it. Your conduct on your podcast is disappointing and morally bankrupt. My first strike against you was that idiotic French Laundry stunt you pulled during Covid, which directly led to the recall against you. This is your second strike. I really hope you don’t strike out.

[residentwordsofaffirmationdealer]

hi guys. i keep seeing posts about damian talking about how he's kill-happy, or is he the most likely to break bruce's no-kill rule and here's my comprehensive reply, as a damian scholar:

damian has already made the conclusion that killing is bad (and has adhered to that for over ten years). he does not kill anyone anymore. he is not a "feral demon/gremlin". his (current) morals are very similar to his allies + family but in total, i'd say most like cass & bruce.

he is a very complex character who is NOT a remorseless, violent killer but rather a child who was trained to be a warrior (and arguably a weapon as well). he DOES feel very intense remorse and guilt for his actions, and is also very genuinely compassionate and cares very deeply for other people and animals!!

main themes that are often emphasized in works centered around damian are redemption, acceptance (from his family & allies), atonement, and forgiveness. damian will work to redeem himself not because "bruce told him to do it" but because he knows it is the right thing to do!! anyway, not to understate bruce's role in making damian who he is, as of course damian does look up to bruce a lot, but ultimately, damian made his own choices about who he is and what he stands for.

i know he makes a lot of statements about killing and violence but it is a facade he puts up -- often times he will mock or ridicule dick (whom he has mockingly called the angel on his shoulder) because damian will say something like "i'm going to kill x person" and then dick will reprimand him but they both know damian would not have done it anyway -- in the 2016 nightwing, there's a scene where damian says he will kill dinesh, a robin impersonator, but when dinesh is killed, damian gets mad at his attacker, lunging at him while yelling "he was just a kid!"

also, i stated earlier how he is a lot like cassandra in terms of morals. this is because she, like batman, truly believes in redemption and seconds chances. i'd argue that one of "the batman's" defining value is his belief in redemption, not his obsession with vengeance. a fundamental part of his character is the belief in second chances. he will always be there to help the people of his city -- whether it be saving kids or defusing bombs or providing support for the rehabilitation of villains -- think of the BTAS scenes of two face saying "good old bruce, he was always there for me" or how many times bruce has supported harley quinn in her journey to redemption or in general how many times he's rescued the joker instead of let him die out or how many times bruce has forgiven jason. cass is also very obviously similar to bruce. in the batgirl (2000) series, there's an issue where she tries to "rescue" a man who was sentenced to death. she rescues him because she truly believed he was capable changing -- even if he was a murderer. she, too, was one but has learned and grown, but he'll never get that opportunity. similarly in shadow war (2022), damian has a similar crisis where brion markov (geoforce), pretending to be deathstroke, assassinates ra's al ghul. in the major confrontation scene, damian lunges at him, yelling "you killed my grandfather!" as they fight, brion compares himself to damian and tries to manipulate him into disliking the al ghul side of his family. brion says "i was also trained to be a weapon. but i did it out of love for my country. but you? what your mother and grandfather did to you. how they tried to kill you. and here you are defending them. seeking revenge? protecting killers?". damian's response to that is "it doesn't matter who they were. you killed people. your actions led to the death of others. people who never had a change to change." this is especially interesting because it shows his growth -- he understands that people will always have the chance to grow, and he wants to encourage that, not take lives -- it's also almost exactly the same conflict cass had like 20 years ago!!

also, its super interesting from the point where one of his major inecurities is people not thinking he's good enough -- and good as in pure/moral etc. he (for a long time) has hesitated to call himself a hero, and has had nightmares about dick thinking when damian died, he went to hell, and so on. all damian wants is to redeem himself and be accepted, and he's scared that the people he loves the most do not think he is capable of that, and he's especially scared that they think he belongs in hell. more than anything, he wants to prove himself to them, and he tries and he tries and he tries. he'll never stop trying, even when bruce tells him that he's selfish, uncompassionate, and untrustworthy. even when he's hurt that tim puts him on his hit list. even when he thinks dick is replacing him by having his a new kid.

in all, he, like cass and bruce, very strongly believes that everybody is capable of redemption and he worries that him killing maya's father (a supervillain) means that he took away any possibility for her dad to turn his life around. most importantly, as much as he believes in forgiveness for everybody else, he does not believe he deserves forgiveness -- he is not a heartless killer/feral demon child etc etc.

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anything 4 u pt. 3

brother’s bestfriend!sungchan x reader | 11k words

much requested and a wonderful commission. long long awaited, i hope it lives up to everyone's standards. thank you for all the love you guys have given this couple.

contains: kinda toxic relationship, kinda emotional, unprotected sex

“Why is my sister on your back?”

Shotaro’s words replayed on a permanent loop in Sungchan's head. You sounded like you were sound asleep when he said it, snores raking through your chest vibrating against Sungchan’s back. 

At first, Sungchan refused to turn around. For a moment he thought about the cold weather and how he tended to hear things when he was tired and agitated. Shotaro wasn’t actually there. When Sungchan closed his eyes and took in a deep breath everything else was a figment of his imagination. Sungchan was able to ignore the presence behind him. The figure behind him was just a shadow and the voice he heard was only the wind. He continued looking forward to his car that he almost made it to.

“Sungchan?” Shotaro called out to him again.

In hindsight, you bringing up Shotaro’s name made sense. His name was always used as a weapon between the two of you in moments like this. Sungchan moving too fast because he was mad at you was a perfect time to use it. He never thought it was a warning, never something to save you both from this position. Shotaro liked going to parties, Shotaro liked coming into town on the weekends when he was done with classes and didn't have work. He also texted Sungchan earlier in the week asking if he could crash at his place. He never got around to answering him, and now his friend was asking him another question.

"What are you doing here?"

This was all just punishment, Sungchan cutting you off and forcing you to walk in those heels led to this moment. He should've helped you when you were teetering from side to side and wincing with each step. Now you stiffened against his back as you woke you up from your drunken nap. Sungchan couldn’t bare to accept his fate as he turned to face his friend.

Instead of playing the role of the mediator like Shotaro always did, seeing him only made everything exponentially worse. He was the concerned and confused older brother, cocking his head to the side.

Sungchan felt you go slack against his body and he instinctually moved his hands further down your leg to keep you in place. Shotaro instantly locked in on Sungchan’s hand grabbing your thigh. The two of you were conveniently underneath one of the only buzzing lampposts, giving Shotaro complete sight of his friend betraying him. Sungchan watches his friends eyes go to your arms lazily draped over his shoulders one hand holding onto him for stability. His blood ran cold, and the thought of dropping you to the ground crossed his mind. He would’ve raised his hands in defense like he was caught by the police. If he was lucky you’d yell at him, showing Shotaro this was nothing more than another case of angry bickering between the two of you. 

But that was an impossible story to spin, Sungchan was a terrible liar and your head rested in the crook of his neck like it had been there a million times before. He could tell Shotaro saw it too, the way his hands instinctually held onto you with anything but contempt despite years of you two saying you couldn’t stand to be in eachothers presence. 

“What are you doing here?” Shotaro asked again.

He should really drop you. Maybe if you woke up and started slurring insults and tipping in your heels you would’ve taken Shotaro’s attention away from him so he could focus on tending to you instead. Maybe you would illicit laughter and defuse the bomb that was getting closer and closer to nuclear. But Sungchan kept his hands securely on your thighs, even when Shotaro’s eyes went back to his.

The rest of the night was a blur. Sungchan remembers not speaking for awhile, opening his mouth and closing it again. he knew that lying was no use. If it wasn’t him avoiding eye contact, it was the sweaty palms, and if wasn’t the sweaty palms it would be the stuttering. Shotaro had also known Sungchan his whole life. Lying was pointless.

Sungchan readjusted you on his back as he tried to come up with the answer. Shotaro’s eyes darted to your head that lulled to the crook of Sungchan’s neck before going back to look at his friend.

“She called me.” Sungchan said quietly.

“Why would she call you?” He asked.

Now seemed like a better time than any to reveal your relationship. Sungchan could tell Shotaro that you two have been dating and he’s been lying about it up to this point. While he’s at it he should tell Shotaro that he’s the one who has been taking pictures for your Instagram, the reason why Shotaro can never get you to talk about the men you’re dating, and why you’re reckless. He’s been doing everything for you since he met you, that’s why he’s here in the middle of the night with his night clothes still on. He could give him an abridged version on everything that led up to you two becoming a couple. Sungchan pulled in a breath to stop himself from a long winded explanation.

“I live on campus.” Sungchan said.

Saying useless facts to avoid telling the truth made the real reason even more obvious, but he couldn’t help it. Shotaro furrowed his eyebrows for a second, seeing right through everything. He put him through another bout of silence just to see him sway on his feet. 

Your bag dropped from your hand to the ground and Sungchan and Shotaro’s eyes both snapped down. When Shotaro leaned forward Sungchan did the same. He recoiled instantly, the momentum jolting you awake. Sungchan heard you groan against his neck and he felt heat across his face. He almost dropped you again thinking about all the things drunk you could say. You could’ve drunkenly recalled your last conversation, muttering something like why won’t you kiss me not knowing Shotaro was right there. Sungchan purposefully shook his back and squeezed his hands around your thighs a little tighter, hoping that you could have a moment of sobriety to get him out of this mess. But you kept your eyes closed and your head tucked into the crook of his neck as you spoke.

“Aren’t we going to your place?” You said groggily.

Sungchan closed his eyes the same time Shotaro’s widened in surprise. He laughed like he couldn’t believe what he just heard while Sungchan shook his head profusely.

“I don’t have my keys.” You straightened your head before you let it lull to the side again, letting out an annoyed huff. “Giselle has the keys and she’s going home with Shotaro tonight.” You said.

Your words were a drunken babble, but Sungchan and Shotaro understood it the same. Both of their eyes went wide again as they processed what was said. Now it was Shotaro shaking his head.

“Are you seeing Giselle?” Sungchan asked, his eyes still wide.

He knew he was in no position to feel the slight sting of betrayal not knowing who Shotaro was seeing. Sungchan thought that he was the only one who had secrets between the two of them. At his question Shotaro cocked his head to the side and motioned to the scene in front of him.

“Are you seeing my sister?” He asked.

At the time, Sungchan didn’t know standing outside of the party that Shotaro already knew. He didn’t think about how compromising everything looked. Sungchan had obviously come here in the middle of the night to help you because he was the first person you called. So Sungchan foolishly stood in front of his friend underneath the light post with your weight resting on his back and shook his head slowly.

“No.” Sungchan readjusted your body to try and ignore the shift of your body against his. You no longer leaned against him fully. You pulled some of your weight back, and slightly loosened your arms around his shoulders. “I’m not dating her.”

Sungchan knew he messed up when you stiffened against his back. You picked your head from the crook of his neck, and between your stares and Shotaro’s, he thought he was going to burn up. The rage he could feel dissipated, and then you were sliding off his back. Sungchan tried to hold your thighs in place but you continued sliding off. He could not keep you with him, he let Shotaro pick your bag off the ground and then you teetered to him on your bare tiptoes. 

“Be careful.” Sungchan whispered.

Sungchan extended his hand towards you but you ignored him. Shotaro eyed his friend carefully, only focusing on you when you reached out a hand to be steadied. You held onto Shotaro’s arm as you put on your heels. Sungchan watched you smooth out your dress, not sparing another glance towards him as you looked towards the other side of the parking lot.

“Where’d you park?” You asked Shotaro clear as day, leaving Sungchan underneath the buzzing lamppost. He caught his friend’s eye again, just to see him shake his head when he opened his mouth. You were already walking away, somewhere in a general direction opposite of Sungchan. Both him and Shotaro took a step towards you and Sungchan only stopped when Shotaro blocked his path. There was silence between the two of them and then wordlessly Shotaro left him there. He was there by himself, watching his bestfriend catch up to you, grabbing your bag and helping guide you where the car was. Sungchan watched you both go over the hill, frozen in place. 

When Sungchan got in his car he texted you immediately. He didn’t even close the door, half his body still outside when he sent you the initial i’m sorry text. He sent another one when he closed the door saying we need to talk and then i didn’t know what to do. When his car rolled onto the main road he finally called you. The phone rang all the way to voicemail, and when he called a second time it all repeated. On the third time when Sungchan called underneath a red light and got to the third ring. He was prepared to hear the sound of your automated voicemail but the call connected.

“Hello?” Sungchan pulled the phone away from his face to make sure he was seeing things correct. The time the call was lasting was counting up and he pulled the phone to his face quickly.

“Sungchan?” When Sungchan brought the phone back to his face Shotaro answered instead. He paused, pulling the phone away from his face again to make sure he called you. Your contact name was at the top of his phone, but when he put it back to his ear it was Shotaro talking to him. “Are you there?” He asked.

“Yeah sorry. I just,” The light turned green. Sungchan waited underneath for a moment, sputtering right into the receiver. “Is your sister there?” He asked.

“Yeah,” Sungchan heard something over the line. Curse words, Shotaro covering the speaker with his hand and his hushed voice. Even when he took his hand away from the receiver Sungchan could still hear something muffled on the other end of the line. “But she’s sleeping right now.” Shotaro said quickly. “Is it all right if she calls you back later?”

Sungchan hummed and finally pressed on the gas. He was mindlessly going down the road, listening to the silence between him and Shotaro’s end of the line. 

“I gotta go though, Sungchan.” 

More silence between the two of them. Sungchan’s lips were parted in pure shock. He’s never been lied to so obviously by Shotaro, or has he avoided a call with him. Sungchan can’t do anything else besides nod to himself, then tell Shotaro okay over the phone before the call disconnects. 

Sungchan didn’t call or text the rest of the way home. When spent an hour staring at the ceiling in his apartment replaying what happened over and over again, he called you one last time. He was banished to voicemail, and when he sent you a please talk to me it couldn’t be sent. When he called you again he realized for the first time in his life he was blocked, and he could no longer get through to you.

You forced him to go through his regular day. He would go to class and then work, then the places you frequented, then home. He was forced through radio silence, from you and Shotaro. Even though he knew Shotaro longer than you did, he thought it was the least he could do. He gave you space, even though he waited for you outside your class like he was making sure you made it there okay. 

Radio silence from you and Shotaro lasted too long. Giving someone the silent treatment must’ve been a family trait, because it came like second nature to you and Shotaro. 

By the end of that following week Sungchan found himself going insane. He gave you space, and then another week passed and he thought he was dying when the second week passed by. He debated on breaking through the forced no contact and seeing you in person. 

When Shotaro reached out to Sungchan and they met at the cafe near the campus, he found out that his friend already knew the truth. 

If the circumstances weren’t so grim, Sungchan would’ve smiled hearing all the little things Shotaro picked up on. He painted a very vivid picture of watching you two fall in love, constantly going back to how he was just waiting for someone to come clean. Shotaro even alluded to knowing before either of you did.

Just when Sungchan was starting to smile at Shotaro mentioning the abrupt end to phone calls, the lingering stares, and the softness you’d get in your voice when Shotaro would ask about his bestfriend his look became more pointed. Sungchan couldn’t mirror the intensity, focusing her nerves on the pastry in front of him.

“Now that I know, is there something you want to tell me Sungchan?” Shotaro asked. 

Sungchan couldn’t help but sputter again. He was reminding himself of that night, trying to think of a way around the situation before facing it head on. He thought about you at home right now, then the dejected look on your face when you went home with Shotaro instead of him. Sungchan had to fix the mess he made. He took a deep breath, stood a little taller and cleared his throat.

“We started dating a little after the semester started.” Shotaro nodded and went back to his drink. Sungchan hands started pressing deep into his thighs, he turned in his barstool to fully face Shotaro. “One day it just kinda happened.”

The truth finally slipped passed Sungchan’s lips, an unfiltered truth just like when they were kids. He doesn’t know why he even tried to lie outside of the party that night. Even as a child Sungchan could never control it, if there were any surprises or wrongdoings Shotaro was the one in charge of coming up with a cover story.

“Sungchan, I know you weren’t you know.” Shotaro gestures vaguely in the air, avoiding eye contact with Sungchan. “Like plotting on her or anything,”his friend is sincere when he looks him directly in the eye. “I just thought you two would have more respect for me as a person is all.” 

Sungchan hung on his every word and waited with baited breath. The mention of you two, of you made Sungchan selfishly want his friend to continue. The days without seeing you were catching up to Sungchan in a wicked way. He wanted to linger on the topic of you. 

“She wanted to tell you for a long time. I was the one that held it off.” He said truthfully. While Sungchan was reprimanded he pulled off a piece of his pastry to put it on the tiny plate in front of him. He nodded gratefully for while messing with the edge of the plate, turning it slightly with his finger.

Shotaro chuckled and nodded like he already knew. His smile made Sungchan feel less awful about the whole thing, and the way he sympathetically put his hand on his shoulder made him think everything was okay now.

“You’re a terrible liar and she’s can’t hide her feelings. You guys are perfect for eachother.” Shotaro said.

Sungchan couldn’t help but recoil at the use of the word perfect. He spent so long hiding everything from Shotaro that he gave his unfiltered reaction, his eyes went wide as he got the pseudo-blessing for his relationship with you, even if it was built on scandal and held in secret. For a second Sungchan was horrified at the thought of Shotaro recanting it at any moment, telling him that he didn’t deserve a second chance. He wasn’t sure if he even earned the right to extend a thank you, or anything beyond offering to pay for the drinks and food. 

“If it was any man but you, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation.” Shotaro took another sip of his coffee. “But I know your heart. I know you meant well, even if you lied and embarrassed her.”

“Is she—”

“Mad? Of course she is.” Sungchan hangs his head and Shotaro laughs. “She’s so mad at you it somehow turned into her being mad at me.”

“I’m sorry.” Sungchan’s apology is cut short by the server saying they’re closing up the cafe soon. Shotaro turns in his barstool to acknowledge the server. 

“Sungchan. You know she tries to hide things well but she can’t.” Sungchan nods, leaning closer to his friend. “She misses you. She says she hates you but she doesn’t mean it. She’s just hurt. Months of you two dating and you just threw it all away.”

“I feel awful.”

“Giselle is staying at my place, so she’s there alone.” Shotaro shakes his head, like he still can’t believe he’s the mediator for you two after all these years. Ordering Sungchan to apologize for pulling your pigtails to telling him you’re probably sulking around your apartment with a broken heart. Everything about this situation is so juvenile it makes him laugh when he brings his hand to rest on Sungchan’s shoulder. “Go and apologize.”

Sungchan told himself that he was going to see you regardless of Shotaro’s blessing or not. But it was complicated, because he wasn’t sure if his friend would already be at your place for emotional support and you’d make Shotaro push him away. Having his friend here, telling him that you were alone in your apartment thinking of him gave him the strength to go. So he left a little too fast, taking his jacket off the back of the barstool and seeing himself out before Shotaro could even tell him to have a good day. 

Sungchan continued to drive as he went over the way Shotaro laid out the scene of your relationship. He talked about the bickering, and then the cordialness that transformed into doting that at some point blossomed into something more. Sungchan went over how he avoided using the world love as he made his way to your apartment, and he went over everything again and again as he knocked on your door.

Sungchan could hear you shuffling around your apartment. He waited in front of the peephole, going from one foot to the other. He knew you were looking at him, keeping him out here as some form of torture. He almost turned around to walk back to his car when he finally heard the door open. 

Sungchan watched the door open as far as the chain would allow. He tried to get closer to see. you between the crack of the door and the frame but you backed up. He gave you a smile, a small one to try and show you he was harmless. You continued to look unamused, staring forward right through him.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

Sungchan saw right through your scowl, instead going to your teary eyes and the pajamas you never changed out of. His heart broke at seeing your state through the crack in the door. 

“I was in the area.” He answers.

You huff behind the door, bringing it closer to the frame.

“You really can’t expect me to believe you.” You say.

Sungchan sees that the door is closer to being closed. Saying what he needs to say now or forever hold his peace crosses his mind. He prepares his hand to stop you from closing the door all the way, hand splayed across the wood.

“I saw Shotaro.” He says quickly.

You scoff even louder, looking past Sungchan before you turn to him again.

“Glad to hear you worked things out with your boyfriend.” You say.

“I came to apologize.” When you try to close the door Sungchan puts his hand against it. He doesn’t push more than you’ve already opened it, he barely adds pressure. Still, it’s enough to keep the door open. You’re eyes are narrowed right through him, but atleast he can see you. “Can we just talk for a minute?”

You keep him outside for a long time. Sungchan watches you contemplate, shift around on your feet, then he feels the door press hard against his hand to close.

Sungchan stares at the closed crack in your doorframe. He holds his breath until he hears the sound of the metal chain that holds the door close loosen on the other side. He hears the door crack and then your full face—not through the crack of a door—but a fully open one. He tries not to show that he’s completely in the wrong because sometimes it feels like you can smell fear on him. You’re daunting enough, because you don’t even let Sungchan all the way into your apartment. He’s stuck in the entryway, staring at you with his hands clasped in front of him, trying to seem put together and confident in whatever he was going to say.

“Well?” You smelled the fear and it makes you even more impatient. You stand in place, then your arms leave your hips to settle at your sides. “Sungchan if you’re not going to say anything, I’m going to bed.” You point towards your bedroom behind you. He knows he caught you at a terrible time because you’re in your pajamas and your face looks soft from the moisturizer you use. 

At the urge to hold your face in his hands Sungchan takes a step forward. When you don’t take a step backwards he takes it as an invitation to take another step. He comes closer and closer until you have to look up to see him, and he’s slow reaching his hands forward to grab yours.

You fit so nicely in his hands and he takes up all of you. He clasps his hands over yours and sways them back and forth, trying to bask in the time you’re letting him touch you. He parts his lips but before he speaks he licks them, and he can feel your pliant hands turn to fists. You pull your hands from his, but the sides of your fist drag heavily against his palm. Sungchan takes in another deep breath.

“Baby.” Sungchan starts and instantly one of your eyebrows raise and you tilt your head to the side. “I’m sorry,” he clears his throat and goes back to holding his hands like he’s your harmless dog. “I just miss you so much.” Sungchan goes to scratching the back of his neck, his thick hair carding through his fingers. “I can’t stop thinking about you and that night. I know I should’ve told the truth then and there”

“Because you suck at lying?”

He knows you only interjected at an attempt to get under his skin. He wishes he could be upset but you teased him the same way you did when you were kids, how you teased him before all of this happened. He thinks he’s going to sprout a tail that’ll start wagging and he’s embarrassed he’s so happy from your cruelty. What matters is that his sentiment breaks you down just enough to make you take a tiny step towards him.

“Yeah. I suck at lying,” Sungchan says it completely forgetting his previous train of thought. He nods to solidify the statement when he sees the smallest smile on your face. He would go even further, tearing himself completely down if it would bring any closer. “and I’m so terrible for what I did,” he continues, fighting the urge to go down to his knees. "I shouldn't avoid saying you're my girlfriend when you're the best thing that has ever happened to me."

You nod your head. He doesn’t have you figured out in the slightest because he’s confused why this is the first time he’s seen you smile in the longest and what brings you another step forward. He knows he loves you but he also knows you know he's lying. The best thing that's ever happened to him wouldn't constantly put him in these situations. But he also knows he's a terrible liar and when you pat his head he feels like he's done something right.

“You made me feel so awful that night, you know.” Sungchan feels your hands press flat to his chest and he knows you can feel his heart pound against your palm. “Taro knew the whole time, you lied for no reason.”

“He told me. I’m sorry.” 

He grabs your elbows and caresses the taut skin. Every part of you is soft, even when you scowl and try to be angry all he sees is how all of you is rounded off at the edges. Even the sharpest part of you is doughy. He’s spent too long away from you because he’s close to tears feeling your body warmth bleed through his clothes. If he spent another day away from you he would’ve turned into a puddle right in your entryway. He just knows he shouldn’t cry because he is the one at fault.

For a moment it’s just the two of you holding eachother in complete silence. Whatever it is isn't a hug, it's Sungchan holding onto you for dear life while you try summoning up the courage to play hard to get. Even if your waist is right there Sungchan doesn’t wrap his arm around it, even if that’s all he wants to do. He just takes in a deep breath and lets you lay your head against his chest. You take in a breath and press your head deeper into his heart. He reaches his hands up from your shoulders to hold the back of your tricep.

“Sungchan.” He looks down at the top of your head. You keep your head pressed to his chest, not looking up towards him. “Do you want to stay the night?”

Sungchan had to do everything to contain his expression when he nodded his head. You still didn’t look up from his chest when you turned around, and you let his hand drift down your arm until he could hold your hand. He was so stunned he was stuck in place for a moment, dragging his feet behind you when you gently tugged at him. 

He staggered through your apartment like it was the first time. He held your hand tight as you guys walked through the common area, then into the hallway through your open bedroom door.

He took the liberty to get into the bed first. You hesitated and before you had the chance to recant his invitation Sungchan made himself comfortable. He made himself look as welcoming as possible, laying on the bed and stretching himself out as far as he could go. Your twin bed could barely contain him, and you always found it comical the way his limbs would always hang over the edge. He was happy to see your smile and your eyes rake down his body. He took another chance by patting the small space next to him. 

The way he held out his arms after your laugh was a direct contradiction of how fast his heart was beating. You at any time could reject him, kick him out of your apartment. He knew that to some extent he deserved it, but he hoped his calm demeanor and how he held his arms open for you showed how much he needed you. 

When you crawled on the bed and sat on the corner he was grateful. He wanted to mention that you were wearing his shirt of his to bed, that it was so big on you it covered up the shorts you were wearing. He was so grateful he didn’t know what to do about it. Each time he moved you refocused on him. Being underneath your scrutiny was overwhelming, but he was doing this all because it was you. He let you stare, narrow your eyes, and fix your lips towards him. He was just waiting for what you were going to do next.

“You know I’m still mad at you right?” You said matter-of-factly.

Sungchan propped himself up against the headboard, letting his legs stretch in front of him. You knew what was coming when he positioned himself like this, but you stayed put in your spot on the bed as you continued rubbing your sleepy eyes. 

“I know. I feel awful for what I did.” Sungchan answered your question and tilted his head to the side. He reaches a hand to touch your face and then guides it down, lower and lower until his hand goes underneath his shirt your wearing. He didn’t even let himself bask in the view of you in his big shirt because he was so busy trying to fix the situation he found himself in.

He remembered the sunken look on your face, the way your body physically sagged against his when he lied to Shotaro that night. When his hand underneath your clothes pressed into your underwear pressed against your cunt he used his other hand to your arm and pulled you away from rubbing your eyes raw. He pulled you slightly towards him, making your body lean. He tugged you again when you stayed in your spot. There was no resistance against his pull on your arm, but you were adamant about staying in that spot in front of him. Sungchan looked at how his hand enveloped your entire wrist.

 “We are really going to talk about all of this in the morning,” Sungchan pulled at your body again, and you gave in completely. From sitting back on your haunches to leaning forward until your hands were pressed into the mattress. “But right now just let me make it up to you.” He said.

You stayed looking at him like he was a piece of meat. With you on all fours it made you look like a predator. Sungchan had the tendency to do terrible things under the guise of not knowing any better, but he was a prey animal at heart. A big one, but something that could be taken down easily.

When you finally gave in, Sungchan took his hands away. He liked watching you crawl towards him on the bed. The position was inherently demeaning, with him leaned nonchalantly against your headboard. He liked the suspense of it all, how it was finally quiet between the two of you. You still were upset, Sungchan believed it’d make you even more angry if you got the view of yourself now. His arms went back to his sides, one hand pushing his bangs out of his face while the other messed with the blanket beside him. 

You finally made your way to his stretched legs and sat back. You wanted him to give you instructions, Sungchan was sure of it. He still said nothing, only taking you in perched in front of him completely. He had to give it to you that you remained unnerved. Even when he looked at you so intensely you didn’t waiver. 

Sungchan knew that Shotaro sent him here under good faith, to apologize to you and fix whatever this was. He wasn’t sent here to fuck you, despite it becoming glaringly obvious that’s what you two were about to do. Sungchan let the thought that you guys were better off separate ran through his mind again. He was mean to you when you were drunk, he denied that you two were in a relationship, you were unnecessarily rude to him, too stubborn to do anything that would show you were ever wrong, and you both thought that sex was going to make everything better. You guys were so radioactive he was convinced that being gentle would only make you more upset. 

Instead of pulling at you roughly like he did outside of the party he hesitantly reached one hand to your shoulder and the other to your arm furthest away from him. He had to let out a tense breath, trying to show you that he meant no harm. He had been walking on a tightrope since he showed up outside your apartment, one wrong move and you were liable to pounce. He felt like a wolf in sheep’s clothing when he guided the top half of your body over his legs. 

Neither of you could complain because you were so willing to bend for him. He thinks you must’ve seen the fault in your behavior by the way you perked your ass perfectly in the air. He liked that you were purposefully obedient, letting him move your body a million different ways. He was still not satisfied, even when he pressed a hand to the small of your back to make your arch impossibly deeper and treated you like his living breathing doll. He kept burning eye contact with you as his hand pressed harshly again. You whined quietly, letting your legs slide on the soft sheets until Sungchan stopped pushing. 

Slowly Sungchan traced his finger down the line of your back, making you shiver from the contact. This was never the first position he went to. This was usually one of the last ones of the night, on the rare occasion he would be spent and you still needed more. He would finger you until your knees slid out completely from under you and you were reaching a panicked hand backwards to stop him. He liked being able to see you falling apart, coaxing out something arguably past your limit while he talked sweetly to you. Other times he was cruel in this position, looking down at you while he teased you relentlessly. This would’ve been the first position you two would have been in if Shotaro didn’t catch you two. 

But right now, this being the first position meant that it was body worship thinly masked as foreplay. Like your week apart was an eternity, Sungchan took time going over every single part of you. His lithe fingers went down the line of your back again, going down your leg all the way to your feet. When his hands went to your ass he heard you sigh contently. The moment was so tender, so desperate from the two of you. Your silent apologies were shared and accepted, but something about this couldn’t be put into words. Leaving the physical connection unsaid mended you both in some perverse way. Knowing that Sungchan was the only person that could have you like this was healing. You let him apply force behind his hand to cause your body to move, you let him spread your legs further apart. This was trust, ironically built on years of pigtail pulling and countless arguments. This was trust built around a lie and sneaking around. This was sentiment in such a raw form it bordered animalistic. This was push and pull. You broke your short streak of listening and being malleable to move your hips away form his hand. 

Sungchan’s eyes went from your back to your face. You kept the same pout, holding eye contact even if your face was pressed into the mattress. You looked ridiculous. But you didn’t falter, even if he had the same unforgiving stare he held with you outside the party. He half expected you to pucker your lips pitifully the same way you did that night.

“Don’t move.” He said sternly.

The authority left you nodding against the mattress, taking in a deep breath as you forced yourself to stay still. Sungchan kept his eyes on your face as he went back to playing with your ass. He held both of your cheeks in separate hands, moving you around with a force you couldn’t fight against. He liked feeling your body sway with his ministrations, you let him bring your ass close to his body. He palmed you against his splayed hand while he kept you close to his chest with the other. 

Sungchan looked down at you again, trying to feel pity for the compromising state he had you in. He told your brother that you were dating, ignored your wishes to never see him again, came into your home, made you crawl to him on your hands and knees, and put you in a position that had you on complete display for him. There could’ve been a debate on if you were even comfortable in this position, or if he was a good person. But you told Sungchan yourself you liked when he was mean to you and you didn’t complain—you only closed your eyes in relief when he pressed a chaste kiss to the swell of your ass. 

He acted fast when your eyes were closed. One moment he felt the spit cool on your ass, then the next second his hand came down and the impact bounced off the walls. He was so fast you missed his hand raising in the air and it coming back down again. You could only react to the sting, jolting in Sungchan’s tight hold. His grip on you was so firm you barely moved, but he could not control your surprised yell that rang through the room. Your eyes jolted open in reaction to the impact. 

When you made eye contact again Sungchan could see your blown out pupils and the whites of your eyes becoming misty. Instantly he rubbed the warm imprint to lessen the pain. When your eyes became downcast he cooed, when you seethed from the aftershock he placed another gentle wet kiss over the place his hand came down on. 

“Only one.” Sungchan assured.

Despite the surprise you stayed still. He was amazed that you still didn’t complain, not even a whimper about how mean he was being.

“Only one.” Sungchan repeated.

When you sniffle Sungchan gathers your face in both of his hands. You bring your body up from the bed, hand pressed into the mattress to keep your body upright. He coos again and preemptively wipes a tear from under your eye.

“I don’t want you to cry,” Sungchan sees your eyes focus on him. He pauses, letting you look for something in his gaze. He likes having your complete attention like this, no talking back as you wait for the rest of his sentence. “I just want you to say you’re sorry.” He says.

If this were in any other context, you would’ve gotten indignant at him telling you to apologize. He can count the times you’ve genuinely apologized on one hand, half of which were when you were kids and it was an off chance you listened to Shotaro. But here now, you’re nodding your head before you can even think about what you’re apologizing for. 

“I’m sorry.” 

With a hand underneath your chin he tilts your face upwards, turning it like he’s inspecting you. You’re malleable, turning with his hand and looking at him with wide eyes. He’s satisfied enough with your desperate apology. He’ll replay it in his mind during the next petty argument, or hold it over your head until you have steam coming from your ears. He applies the apology to you sneaking off that night and getting irresponsibly drunk and then calling him and putting you two in the position that led to this. He absolves himself of guilt, even if he was the one who lied. But Sungchan is an adult, he can admit he was in the wrong, too. He should’ve never let your secret relationship drag on for as long as it did. He knows he’s wrong for it, which is why he brings your soft face to his and kisses you gently.

“I’m sorry, too.” Sungchan says.

You only let out a tiny sound to let him know you heard his apology. He guides you back down to the position you were in before. Even if you whine again you let him put you back in the same position as before, ass perked in the air. The only difference is that you spread your hands in front of you, preemptively finding a place on the soft sheets you can hold for support. 

Sungchan trailed his fingers down your back one last time, and he watched you shiver as he went over the curve of your ass. He went down again, and he could feel your body stiffen as his index and middle finger pressed harder into your skin. He continued down, lower and lower until he felt his fingers on your taint. This was a dirty act, between your two holes and he acted like he was debating on what to do. He looked at your face just to watch your gaze tear away from him, now you were too embarrassed. Sungchan pressed hard until you pushed forward against his hold. Sungchan wrapped his other hand around your waist and held you close, pressing against your squishy skin and dragging his fingers lower.

Your tight ring of muscle sucked his fingers in quick. He felt your walls tighten then loosen from the prospect of him fingering your ass. Unfortunately it only made him want to play in your ass even more, and how nervous you were at the thought of him doing that to you drove him to stick another finger inside of you. He was disgustingly turned on by the idea of taking you off guard, to have you squirm in his hands as you tried taking even one finger. But Sungchan was coming to you as someone trying to win your heart back again. He had the rest of your lives together to finger your ass, to make you whine and cry and twist in his arms. He was a freak, but he distracted himself by adding a third finger inside of you.

“Channie.” His name was dragged out, partially muffled through your face pressed in the mattress. He watched your hands grip at your sheets, before they finally found a way to his body. One of your hands desperately grasped his calf, he found feel your hand barely wrapping around the muscle. Your other hand goes over his hardened dick in his boxers. “Feels good.” You whimpered.

Sungchan coos and continues working his fingers in and out of your cunt. Even though he’s hard and you’re touching him, he knows nothing will come of it. You’re too consumed with pleasure to do anything besides periodically pulsing your hand around his tip. He knows you’re easily distracted, and he’s too apologetic to become undone just from a halfhearted handjob. Still though, he lets out a shaky breath when you squeeze him particularly hard, working your hand halfway up before you have to put all your energy in still pretending you’re upset. Your hand splays across his stomach, palm pressing hard into his abs. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth to focus on digging his fingers deeper into you. He pulls his index finger out of you, trying to stretch you out by scissoring his middle and ring finger. You gasp and squirm underneath him, your nails scratching his stomach.

“You’re too tight.” He chides you and emphasizes his words by picking up the pace. 

“It’s been too long.” Sungchan sees you lose your form for a second before you’re pushing yourself up back into place. Instead of running away from his fingers you push your ass back to meet them. Around his fingers your soft walls close around them, and he swear he can feel your slick all the way to his wrist. “If you didn’t do what you did—“

“Atleast I know you weren’t fucking other guys.” Sungchan interrupts. He can’t bare to hear how he broke your heart that night or how upset he was with you. During times like this he has to force himself to focus on one thing and one thing only. He can hear your defiant hmph the wet sound between your cunt and his fingers. 

“Pussies don’t work like that.” Sungchan hums and brings his hand that was wrapped around your ass to your clit. He can feel your walls pulse just from a simple touch, and when he starts working small circles you start shaking. You plant your hands into the mattress and lift yourself, on your hands and knees. “I could’ve been fucking other people and you’d have no clue.” 

Your attempt at being nonchalant fails. He can visibly see you focus on getting the words out, having to close your eyes and look down to try and center yourself. Even when you get the words out you’re quiet.

“But you weren’t.” Sungchan leans down, getting into your line of sight. You turn your head and hold eye contact. Your pupils are blown out, your face looks hot to the touch. Sungchan pouts at you and for a moment your eyebrows furrow, but when he changes his fingers all of it melts away instantly. He puts his hand that was on your clit to between your shoulder blades. After adding the smallest bit of pressure you’re back to pressing your face into the mattress. “I know you weren’t.” He says quietly.

“I should’ve.” Your voice is soft, betraying your words and your anger. He can feel his heart break at how dejected you sound, even when your cunt squeezes around his fingers. “But I would’ve just been thinking about you the whole time.”

Sungchan loses all of his calm then. He’s taking his fingers out of your cunt and looking at your pulsing hole only for a second. In that second your body already starts sliding, and he almost feels cruel for needing more. He can’t help himself when he realizes how easy it is to disarm you. Sungchan has to stick his fingers into his mouth to be sated long enough to guide you off his lap. You help him blindly, following his guiding hands to lay on your back.

“Are you still with me?”

He can tell you’re barely aware of what’s happening, because you let something so tender slip from your lips when you’re supposed to be angry. He also knows you have no idea what he has in store for you because you just let your body be pulled to the edge of the bed and you only make a tiny yelp. He watches your hand grip the sheets and he quickly guides your legs propped on the mattress up until your ankles are on either side of his head.

“Look at me baby.” He pleads with you, splaying his hand across your legs to keep them straight. “Wanna see your face.” 

Sungchan uses his other hand that’s not holding your legs against his chest to your face. He grips your chin with just enough force to make your lips pucker. He turns you to face him, he keeps heavy eye contact. He doesn’t dare let his eyelids droop even from the anticipation. Of being inside of you. He keeps his eyes on you swimming in his shirt, turning your head each time you try to look away from him. 

You smack his wrist away and he pulls from you completely. He watches you scoot your body closer to the edge of the mattress to get closer to him. When you notice the motion your try your best to hide it. He knows he could tease you for your clear desperation. He decides to let you keep your pride, instead reaching his hand down to his sweats. He’s to impatient to take everything off. Both his boxers and his sweats are caught at his mid thigh, just enough to free his dick.

“You’re not gonna look at me?” He leans foward, until both of his hands are planted on the mattress next to your head. He leans closer to you, making you groan from the stretch. 

“I don’t wanna look at you.” You still avoid eye contact even when Sungchan casts a shadow on your face, keeping your hand on your chest. He can’t believe you’re stopping him from seeing all of you and looking at you in the eye. He knows he deserves the punishment, but watching you bite your lip to hold back a moan makes him want to go harder. “You don’t deserve it.”

Sungchan watches your breaths become short pants from how close he’s getting to your body. Your legs are draped over his shoulders, he can feel your ankles digging into his back despite you not looking him in the face. 

Even when he has you nearly folded in half and your lips are almost touching, you still refuse to look at him. He whines just to see the flicker in your eye as you take the quickest glance towards him. In the fraction of a second where he has your full attention he parts his lips, planting a wet kiss on the corner of your mouth. He feels you absentmindedly pucker up before you press your lips into a firm straight line.

“It was awful what you did to me at that party, you know.” You grunt out the words and Sungchan readjusts his body until his dick presses against the crack where your thighs are pressed together. 

He can feel his precum wet the back of your thigh. He wants to press forward until his dick peaks through your legs. 

But he’s understanding, nodding his head and running his tip along your thigh. The attempt to keep your voice steady makes Sungchan nod quickly to get you to keep going. He puts too much of his weight on your legs, he can tell instantly when you seize underneath him. 

“I would still do anything for you, you know.” Sungchan says it quietly, pulling his hand from beside your head to guide his dick to your entrance. He can feel you pulsing, you both know it will feel so good and he’ll be a tight fit because he’s made just for you, but you still won’t look at him. “Anything.” He repeats.

You don’t respond to Sungchan, instead letting your legs fall from his shoulder to the bends in his arm. He lets you spread out, already trying to accommodate to his tip that prods your entrance. He thinks about pressing further, but he lets you eyes that finally connect with his do all the talking. He keeps eye contact with you and continues pushing his hips forward, until he can finally feel himself push past your tight ring of muscle. He greedily pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, and he brings up one knee to prop up on the mattress. He sees you pulls in a deep breath then let it out, all the anticipation comes out and shakes your chest.

Sungchan stops for a moment when he can feel all of himself inside of you. You adjust and he squirms, knowing he has to hold himself together to not lose all of it right here. He knows he controls the pace but all of this is completely in your hands. He knows you’re extending the olive branch because you pull at his arms to get him to come onto the bed the rest of the way. 

Almost immediately when you make it to the center of the bed Sungchan is on top of you. He got on the bed the rest of the way too fast, desperate to feel you surround him again. He guides your legs to either side of his body, pulling you close by your thighs. He can’t control the urge to cover all of you, his hands are underneath your shirt feeling you up. He watches his hands move under the fabric, grabbing whatever he can until he makes it to your chest. His lips part seeing his knuckles make a dent. He feels your hardened nipple against his palm and he’s so distracted by the sight. Sungchan doesn’t refocus until your legs around his waist brings him closer to you. He leans back, using his hands one last time to gather the bottom of your shirt to pull it up to your neck. 

The first and last time he lets you do the work is when you take off your shirt the rest of the way. You pout the entire time while doing it, and he’s the one that pulls the shirt the rest of the way when it covers your face for too long. It’s discarded in the same place where the rest of your clothes are. You settle back into the bed again, his dick hard and wet and smacking your soft stomach. When you look up  Sungchan can feel the heat all across his body, and he comes close to press his chest to yours.

“I don’t deserve you.” He whimpers it in the crook of your neck before tenderly kissing your skin. “I’m so sorry for what I did.”

Sungchan knows he’s broken through more when your hands go to press into the plane of his back. You pull him close to you, the both of you sigh contently. You’ve welcomed him back in as if nothing has happened, the time you spent apart was too long. He drags his hand up your arms, massaging all the way up to your wrists.

He pulls away from your neck to look down at you. He hates that he can see how wet they are from incoming tears, and how you look away from him now as a form of self-preservation instead of punishment.

“I like when you’re mean to me sometimes,” You guide his hands to your face, Sungchan’s eyes flit down to the way he takes up so much of you. “But that was too mean.”

He thinks that if you keep going you’ll break his heart. He’s too emotional feeling your heart beat against his. He needs to make you feel good

“I know.” He draws his hips back until he can feel where he was before, then pushes back into you until he’s bottomed out. He looks at you arch your back and he can feel your heels dig into his back. “I know.”

“Please move.” You whine underneath him. 

Sungchan realizes it’s been too long since you told him what to do so he does it quick, pulling all the way out to push right back in. Your back arches and he watches you get used to his size all over again. He repeats the motion, faster and faster until his heavy body pressed to yours is the only thing keeping you in place.

“I missed you so much baby.” Sungchan looks down at you, fighting to keep your eyes open to continue looking at him. He has to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing. Just a few minutes ago you were doing everything to not look at him, now you’re fighting to keep eye contact. 

“I know.” Each word is pushed out by Sungchan’s hips. He feels your nails digging into his back, you get so tight around him it’s almost a struggle to move. 

Sungchan presses his bitten lips to yours. He swallows you whole like you might disappear to make up for lost time. He instantly pushes his tongue into your mouth and you suck on it for a moment, causing a terrible amount of spit to swap between the two of you and make a mess on the perimeter of your mouths. When your claws scratch his scalp Sungchan cups your chin again to keep you in place. 

His hair was unkempt because you put him through too much emotional distress. His long hair tickles your face and tangles in your fingers. He knows the moment before you pull that you’re going to do it, because you’ve always been equal parts the reason for his smile and the reason why he’s in constant pain. You smile when he whimpers, but you lift your hips to meet his because you feel bad about him doing all the work. You even take it a step further, clenching around him so much that Sungchan has to pull away from your lips and go to the crook of your neck to focus. 

He’s whimpering and letting off the beginning of profanities, because you’re doing so good he can’t get a full thought out. He laid you down on a mission to do something right by you, but he’s so overwhelmed that he can’t even remember what he was going to do. He presses his cheek into yours, knowing he’s close and needs as much of your skin against his as possible. 

Just when he feels he’s close he can tell you’ve run out of stamina. Your hips slow down and your grip loosens on his hair, and you let out a ragged breath. The thought of losing his high makes him grab onto your thigh. He’s exerting more strength than he ever has before, pulling your body while pushing his forward. He can hear your bed creak and he watches everything shake. Your chest, your hair, your voice. Now it’s you stringing together incoherent phrases. His hair sticks to his forehead when he leans back, making your legs straighten again until your ankles are on either side of his head. 

He smiles at you trying to control the situation. Your lips are parted, you grip the sheets so hard he can see your knuckles press through your skin.

“Are you still mad at me?” He teases and watches your eyes open. You can only nod because you can’t vocalize anything. Sungchan is fully holding your lower body off the mattress, just as a means to fuck you better. “Are you sure?” He presses your legs to straighten them. “Because it feels like you’ve forgiven me.”

To drive his point home Sungchan brings his hand that’s not holding your legs straight to your clit. Instantly his hand squeezes between your thighs and makes tight circles, causing you to squirm. You almost squirm out of his grip but he holds you tight, driven by your walls closing around him. He has to flick his hair to get it out of his view, and he’s fighting against your thighs pressing even tighter together.

“You’re close, right?” You nodded your head quickly and pulled your hand from the sheets. When grabbing his hand that was wedged between your legs didn’t work you went to his arm that was holding your legs straight instead. Sungchan carded his fingers between yours and squeezed when you held his hand tight. He let you pull and whine, letting how pathetic you were bounce off of the walls in your room. He nodded with fake sympathy and it made you only get louder. He let your legs do what they want, bending and sliding down his arms. “Are you still mad at me?” He asked again.

Instantly, your demeanor changed. When Sungchan slowed his hips he saw you shake your head profusely, straightening them on your own accord so he could keep going. 

“I’m not mad anymore,” all your bite was gone, instead replaced with fat tears in your big eyes and you pulling at his hand desperately. “please don’t stop Sungchan.” You begged.

Sungchan went from leaning back on his haunches to falling forward. He covered up all of you again, still holding your hand tight. He was able to go deeper, and the way your legs wrapped around him again made him closer to finishing. He wanted you in every way possible, the only thing that kept him from moving you again was your whimpers about how close you were. He was still holding your hand tight when he used his other hand to wrap around your body and lift you towards him. He felt you arch and press into him. His hips went from fast to deep and slow, making your bed frame collide with the wall. He was huffing into your neck, his hair moving in tandem with every thrust. He felt you tight around him and heard you moan right into his ear, you didn’t give him a chance to pull out when you wrapped your legs around his waist and told him that you forgave him and you needed him inside. 

Any remaining self control was out the window when Sungchan went deep inside of you and finally felt the relief. He kept going and he felt your walls clench around him, bringing more and more out of him. He was whimpering by the time you gave him a break. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist went to the bed, sliding down the same time Sungchan put his entire body weight on you. He would’ve fallen asleep like that, but your hands started hitting his shoulders.

“Too heavy.” You whined quietly.

With his remaining strength he rolled off you you completely, falling onto the bed next to you. He pushed his bangs out of his face. He watched you come up from the bed. Now it was you looking down at him, smile on your lips.

“You couldn’t wait,” you pinched the fabric of his wet shirt, letting it fall back on his clammy skin. “you didn’t even take your shirt off.” You said.

“I told you I missed you.” Sungchan squeezes your cheek, the same way he used to do when you were kids.

“I missed you too.” You let your cheeks be pinched, Sungchan purposefully did too much, moving your face side to side until you put your hand over his. "But I swear if that ever happens again I'll kill you."

Like you were threatening in any capacity Sungchan nodded before pulling your head to rest on his chest. He gripped your shoulder gently while you drew shapes on his other hand. There was silence, a tense one like both of you were scared to ruin it.

[lotusapple-xia]

Complicated Connection

✰ synopsis: When attending a networking night held by your university, you surprisingly find Caleb working as a representative for DAA.

✰ pairing: Caleb x reader

✰ content: fluff, pre-relationship, reader/mc gets jealous

✰ w/c: 918

✰ notes: So Calebpilled that when I attended a networking night, every time I heard aerospace engineering I could only think of Caleb. i also love jealous reader 🤭. couldnt find a Caleb DAA gif :(

🪷Reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!

The chatter of university students and industry speakers filled the air. The intermingling anxious students and persuasive panellists conversing near company stalls and walking through the walkways were all you could see. With your tote bag filled with pamphlets and business cards, you carried on, to find the Deepspace Hunter stalls.

You were at a networking event hosted by Linkon University, anxious to get your name out there as a future Deepspace Hunter. Logically, you knew that graduates of the Hunter Program will get a job through integrated internships, but you wanted to start early and get into the higher-level factions. And that led you to here—the dreaded networking event. You knew how to talk to people… sort of. But talking to these people?! These industry people who are so persuasive and professional that they’re scary? Yeah, nah. You were terrified. But the idea of landing an early internship that will make your graduate program smooth sailing is the only motivation pulling you along.

With a deep breath, you walk up to the Hunter’s Association representative and introduce yourself with a firm handshake.

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After an eventful and knowledgeable discussion with the representatives for the Hunters’ Association and a few brochures later, you decide to walk through the hall and see if any stalls catch your interest.

As you trek through the hall, you see a stall that piques your interest. The “Deepspace Aviation Administration and Aerospace Academy”. Huh, I guess I could check out the stall. You walk towards the aerospace stall, curious to see what they’re offering. As you get closer, you see a familiar figure. His tall frame is wrapped in a black, orange and blue polo shirt and slacks, with his usually messy hair combed back formally, with his forehead showing. God, I love his eyebrows. Wait. You halt for a second, “What’s Caleb doing here? He didn’t mention being a rep for DAA,” you murmur under your breath.

His joyous laugh snaps you out of your reverie. Caleb is laughing at something a woman in front of him said. The stranger, now that you look at her, is standing awfully close to him, too close for professional standards. And the look in her eye. It’s the same look girls in high school would use to ogle at Caleb during his high school basketball practices. You huff in disbelief as you walk closer to the DAA stall.

“Thank you for the information, it was really helpful,” the woman coyly says.

“Oh no problem, I’m glad to have helped!” Caleb responds happily.

“How about we get some dinner after this is over?” She looks up at Caleb through her lashes. Caleb blanches. He was not expecting to be flirted with at a professional event. He looks up just in time to see your fuming form striding closer. He gulps. He knew you heard this lady spouting flirtatious nonsense and given your jealous streak, he knows you’re going to cause a fuss if he doesn’t defuse the situation quickly.

“Hi, I’d like some information on the DAA!” Your smile is too wide to be genuine, and annoyance tinged your expression, which Caleb saw straight through. The woman also turns to look at the newcomer to the conversation. “What would you like to know then?” Caleb puts on his boyish grin, the most genuine one of the day.

“I wanted to know more about the work culture at the DAA. Are people there really friendly? Do they spend one-on-one time with people who aren’t their colleagues?” You raise an eyebrow suspiciously but keep the seemingly nonchalant smile on your face. Caleb, sweat beading in his combed hairline, knows that if he doesn’t answer correctly, he can say goodbye to kissing his pipsqueak after the event is over.

“Well, the DAA staff are very loyal to their colleagues, and they make sure to communicate with their project partner whenever possible.” Caleb lets out a nervous chuckle.

The other woman watches the ordeal, visibly confused. “Soooo, about that dinner?”. When you turn to face her, face flat and eyes secretly seething, the lady takes the hint and walks away while she still has the chance. Meanwhile, you turn your eyes to Caleb, who opens his mouth to explain the situation.

“Pips, I’m filling in for a sick colleague, so it’s all last minute. I’m sorry I didn’t get the chance to tell you.”

You sigh, well, there’s no arguing with that even when you want to continue your pettiness. “I didn’t like how that lady had the hots for you. I mean, you’re in a polo shirt, what’s hot about that?” You roll your eyes and hope he doesn’t notice how flustered you are.

Caleb sees your fidgeting hands and huffy pout and is tempted to tease you about it, but decides not to, lest he ends up in your grudge ledger again. Instead, he offers a simple suggestion. “How about after this is over, we go to your favourite restaurant for dinner? My treat.”

You agree with a huff. Caleb doesn’t need other women, he only needs you. After all, you’ve known each other for your whole lives, who else could live up to that? Maybe if I pretend to stay mad at him, he’ll buy my favourite dessert!

You scheme silently, not seeing Caleb’s fond exasperation and the loving expression he reserves only for you. It’s you, and it will only ever be you.

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Hyello! I don’t know if you do requests but I thought I’d ask so the request is that x reader is honestly pretty badass and Astarion does something that pisses her off and so she barges into his tent after a long day to tell him off and fight him but decides that amidst the anger there is also hunger and decides theres a a way he can make it up to her and smutty content insues, preferably very like animalistic?? think closer by nine inch nails lol i do like the idea that they're both fighting for dominance in the interaction, you choose which one wins lol hope I’m not bothering you

did i listen to closer on repeat to bring you this? perhaps

and i never really put it out there, but hell yeah im taking requests! thank you for being my first <3

(also thank you for your patience i was heavily focused on my last chapters for die for you before approaching this ask and then it really went overboard LMAO you said "animalistic" and i took it literally, i hope you enjoy!)

Run, Little Fox

pairing: astarion x reader!ranger!tav

rating: E

word count: 5.1k

cw: 18+. smut, biblicaly accurate Astarion primal!astarion, predator/prey, knife play (if you squint), rivals/hate sex, mildly dubious consent, fighting for dominance, p in v, blood/vampire bites, creampie, very slight somnophilia (but id rather mention it, never too safe)

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That’s it. 

That was once too many.

This brat of a rogue had gotten on your nerves more times than you could recall, and today you decided you had enough. Your group trusted and respected your position as their leader, a brave and cunning ranger whose decisions everyone agreed with — as they were for the greater good — so why couldn’t he do the same? It wasn’t enough that he questioned your every move in front of everyone else, no, he grew bored of you ignoring his remarks. He just had to act on his impulses and get you in trouble this time. 

You had intended on getting information out of a group of adventurers, when he had tried to pickpocket them in the middle of your discussion, and when he got caught, things obviously went south. You tried to talk things down, but they wouldn’t hear it. One thing led to another and next thing you know, they laid in a pool of their own blood and you stood with no more information than you started with. All of it, because of him, and he had the gall to say it was your own fault for not defusing the situation better. Really?!

The stress of this adventure — the impending doom that those tadpoles in your brains were — was already enough weight on your shoulders, you didn’t want to deal with Astarion’s trickery on top of it anymore. No — you couldn’t. You had enough of his unnerving attitude; enough of his shameless flirting when it was clear you weren’t interested; enough of his impetuous disdain and insolence that matched your own. Tonight, you would set the record right.

Once back at camp after this horrendous, unending day by his side, the first thing you do after dropping your loot and equipment at your tent, is bolt straight for Astarion’s. 

Still covered in a mix of your sweat, today’s unfortunate souls’ blood — and your own — you burst through the entrance of Astarion’s tent without so much as a warning to find him peacefully laying, with one arm behind his head and the other already flipping through the pages of a book he had found, and most certainly stolen, during today’s stroll.

He barely lifts his head to notice your intrusion, his eyes darting your way, half-lidded. “Looking for a cuddle?” 

The sheer audacity of the smirk he gives you. 

“You—” You fully step into his tent, staring him down with an anger that couldn’t be contained, as you close the flaps behind you, “Have been a pain in my ass for long enough.”

He scoffs, “Darling, we haven’t been close like that yet — unless this is your way of asking?” He closes his book and puts it aside to focus on you, as he rests on his elbows, his taunting smile never leaving his lips. What you wouldn't give to wipe it away from his smug face.

“The last thing I want is you anywhere near me.”

“You see,” he checks his nails, bored. “I have a hard time believing that, dear.”

“Get over yourself.” You cross your arms over your chest, annoyed at how well he could annoy you. “What makes you think I want anything to do with you after the commotion you caused today?”

“For one, you came to me, in my tent. If that's not a dead giveaway, I don't know what is,” his eyes dart back to you. “And to further prove that point, you still haven’t left — even though you claim I am the reason for your frustration. Really, it's as if you relished my company after all.”

You open your mouth to contradict him, but your words are left hanging when he gets up, his shirt slightly unbuttoned revealing the lines of his muscles concealed underneath and you can’t help but let your eyes wander longer than you intended, gulping as you do so. He chuckles lightly before he speaks up again.

“Secondly, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me.”

Your eyes shoot up to his face again, and you ask defensively, “Would you rather have me not look at you?”

He gives you a mischievous look as he eyes you up and down, and he meets your gaze with just as much intensity.

“Third, and lastly, I can smell you, darling.”

“I haven't washed yet.”

“You know that isn't what I'm referring to.”

Your heartbeat quickens, as the air seems to draw out of the tent, ��Well, whatever you think this is, isn't your doing,” you lie plainly in the hopes he buys it, but his smirk leads you to believe he sees right through it.

“You’re not fooling anyone but yourself, dearest.” He tilts his head, a long silence settling in between the two of you, with your breathing as the only sound audible in the space of his tent. “Maybe… There's another reason you might be frustrated. That all this, pent up anger building inside, is because of something else that you can’t control.” He closes the distance between the two of you, stopping but a whisper away from your face, and his voice gets lower, deeper. “Something that you would rather not have to deal with, but for some reason just can’t get rid of. Something that just rubs you the wrong way, and is the same reason why you can’t help but want to stay in my presence.” 

You scoff, challenging his gaze, “If that something you’re referring to is you, Astarion, then you’re right — you are the sole reason of my frustration as of late, but I could do without your irritating presence.”

“Oh, but I could make it much more pleasurable.” 

You lean back, and turn your head aside, trying to make some distance between the two of you, ”You give yourself too much credit.”

He slides a finger down your throat, leaving an unexpected shiver in its wake as he exposes your neck, when he pushes your vagabond strands of hair away, before he continues.

“Why don’t you give me a chance to show you exactly what I mean? We would both benefit from this, really; I could fix your predicament, and in exchange, I could receive… a little something from you in return.”

You contemplated the opportunity laid before you for just a second before opting for the reasonable choice. You grab his hand, pulling it away from you and when you speak up again, the anger in your voice is gone, leaving place for your much smoother, yet very assertive tone. “If you want my blood, you’ll have to earn it.”

You release his hand and he keeps it in the air where you left it, cocking his head to the side as he looks at where your hand had held him, “Earn it, you say?”

You nod, “We wouldn’t want you to become soft now, would we?” A smile of your own takes place on your lips. “If I am to be your meal, it’s only fair that you work for it.”

His eyes dart back to yours as a smirk appears on his lips, “I’m all pointy ears.”

“I’ll be hiding in the woods. If you can find and catch me, you get to drink from me. But if I catch you instead, you’re never getting a drop from me.”

He sighs, “That’s hardly a fair proposition, darling.” As you’re about to contradict him, he continues, “Here’s mine instead: if you catch me, fine — I’ll keep chasing boars and whatnot in the woods — but if I catch you…” He leans over the crook of your neck, whispering. “I get to drink from you every. night.”

You grab him by the chin, bringing him face to face with you, “If I catch you, you don’t get to put the party at risk anymore. You will be kicked out of the camp if you do.” If you had to put your vitality on the line, he had to bet something just as valuable.

His fangs glow in the faint lighting of his tent as he smiles. “Deal.”

You drop his chin as he steps back and you notice how something about him seems to be shifting; the pupils of his eyes widen, darkening; his own breathing stops; the hands at his side turning into claws, with his long and sharp nails peaking out, ready to hunt. There was nothing left of the rogue in distress that you picked up a few weeks ago, who could’ve pretended to be nothing more than an innocent, but rather pale, elf. 

When he opens his mouth to speak again, you spy his elongated fangs; much longer than you remember them to be, and his voice—

“Run.”

You don’t lose a second more; the vision of nightmares before you triggered your fight or flight reaction and without your weapons, the choice was clear. You turn around and slide through the flaps of his tent, bolting straight for your tent, where you quickly manage to pick up your trusty dagger and your set of bow and arrows.

Thankfully, everyone else at camp had gone off to bed, so no one notices you as you pick a frantic run towards the deep woods, making distance from the hungry vampire on your tracks. 

The woods are dark, with only the faint light of the moon guiding your tracks. Once far enough, or so you think, you hide behind a tree to control your breathing; you had no intention to lose to this, you needed all the advantages you could get. With your experience as a ranger, you were almost assured to catch him off guard.

Almost.

What you had seen in his tent before sprinting off was like nothing you had ever seen before. Of course, you knew Astarion was a vampire, but this was… different.

Terrifying. 

A beast, straight out of those scary bedtime stories you recall from your childhood; a monster guided by his thirst for flesh and blood, who would show no mercy, no remorse. It was merely enough to make you question this challenge with him, Gods, how embarrassing would it be to lose your life to a stupid game you had initiated purely out of spite?

The rustling of leaves nearby brings you back into focus, the adrenaline in your veins keeping you on edge for any sound. You ready your bow before you peek out of your hiding spot to aim where you heard the sound and wait patiently for another moment, your eyes never leaving the bush right until you hear another crack — right when you release the arrow, your aim striking true as you hear a loud thud. You wait a few more seconds, and when no sound can be heard from the bushes you leave your cover, advancing towards your prey. When you push the branches away, you’re face to face with none other than—

A boar.

Shit. Well — guess you caught your next meal.

Another rustling of leaves has you drawing out your bow again, ready to strike, but you’re unable to tell where it comes from.

“How does it feel, little fox?” You hear him through the woods, his deep and raspy, but unnatural voice almost echoing through you. “To be the one being hunted?”

“I’m hunting you, too, in case you forgot,” you mumble mostly to yourself, not wanting to draw out more attention and telling on your location. 

Although you were confident in your capacities, you couldn’t deny the fear building up in your chest. The unnerving feeling of knowing he was around, knowing he was onto you, but unable to find him through the dense woods, the reminder of what he looked like before you ran for your life, a creature of darkness—

“Keep running, you delicious little thing,” his voice already seems to be coming from somewhere else, where exactly you couldn't tell, as if he was constantly moving and it came from everywhere all at once. “You’re making this too easy for me.”

Damn him. He could be anywhere, it was useless to stay there, out in the open, when he was clearly onto you. Then again, he could also intentionally be pushing you to run, only to lead you into a trap of his, right where he wanted you to be. 

No, you’re smarter than this. You won't let your emotions get in the way of this: you were a hunter, born and raised for this kind of situation.

He is just another prey; you can outsmart him. You are better than him.

You put away your bow and arrows; you know your long range weapons would be of no use to you if you couldn’t see your target. If he’s trying to make you run, he has to be further ahead, so the smart choice would be to go back on your tracks.

You turn on your heels in a heartbeat and start sprinting in the opposite way, not even bothering to look behind you for any sign of him, as you hear the clear rustling of branches around you. At this moment, you know he’s right on your tail, the sounds of the forest barely covering the sound of his own movements between the trees — if that was even him. You assume it is, but who’s not to say it isn’t just another boar? Either way, all you can do now is keep running, hoping he will tire before you.

But you were against a creature of the night, someone — or rather something, now — much more in its element, in the darkness of the woods, than you were. 

You don’t run for long before you stop abruptly in your tracks to change directions, leaving the clear road for the crowded forest, where you think you could lose him.

You're temporarily reassured when you don't hear him anymore, and allow yourself to breathe again. Your heart is pounding in your chest, faster than ever, as the fear of being chased — of your life being on the line — created a warmth within you that pooled right down to your core. The risk of being caught, as for once you’re the prey, and you can’t explain it, but it excites you. Although Astarion had gotten on your every nerve, you had to give it to him — he was right that his unnerving attitude had gotten a rise out of you in the most carnal way — but you’d never admit it to his face.

A good minute passes by with no sign of him, and you feel safe enough to peek out of your hiding spot, investigating the beaten path for any sign of life. When you’re met with a dead silence, you move away from the tree you had been leaning against, only to come face to face with Astarion, who drops from the branches just above you. His eyes are somehow a much deeper shade of red, his pupils fully blown out, and he even seems taller as he smiles down on you, and that’s when you perceive the additional fangs that appeared next to the smaller ones you knew. 

You’re fixated on his sudden presence, assessing your opponent the way you would a wild animal, and you remain unmoving, focused on your own breathing.

“Nowhere left to run, I’m afraid,” the voice that comes out of his mouth is otherworldly, almost a growl and nothing like his sultry voice he used to try and charm you before. It’s as if anything that once made him pass as a mortal was gone the second you ran off from him.

You want to turn around and sprint in the opposite direction, but he's faster than your thoughts. Before you can even move a finger, he grabs you by your neck, his sharp nails digging into your skin enough to draw blood as he pushes you against the nearest tree, slightly lifting you from the ground. Instinctively, you reach for your dagger, but he is fast to catch onto your intentions and takes it away from you, throwing it on the ground far from reach. With no other options left, you reach for his hand around your neck, trying to hold on as your vision blurs from the chokehold he had on you. 

“Caught you, little fox,” he leans into your neck where you bled from to breathe you in, and licks your skin from the bottom of your neck up to your jaw, tasting your sweat mixed with the dry blood left on you. Your camp clothing leaves you dangerously exposed as opposed to your armour, and he had every intention to take advantage of it. “You will make a fine meal indeed.”

He presses his entire body against you, and you can feel not only his oddly cold breath down your neck, but also his hard bulge rubbing against your navel, right above the heat between your legs. 

A particularly bad idea crosses your mind, and you know you’ll blame it on the lack of oxygen later, but for now, it’s the only option you have.

Your hand slides down to his crotch, where you squeeze his length through his trousers, making him shudder against you and loosening his grip on your throat. You take this chance to free yourself as you quickly push him away and against the earthy ground of the forest, pinning him down using your entire body weight. You land right next to your knife and grab it just in time before he comes to his senses, now holding it against his throat.

“I win,” you say, breathless, over him.

You remain unmoving, with the threat of your knife keeping him in place, but unsure what to do next — until he laughs. You’re taken aback, but you keep your position, pressing your blade deeper into his throat.

“Well done.” His voice softens, still deeper than what you’re used to, but less guttural than it was a minute ago. “You have me completely and utterly helpless. What will you do next, I wonder?”

You don’t get to answer before you feel him moving under you, his hardness rubbing against that sweet spot between your legs. Your breathing quickens once again, caught off guard by the delicious movement of his hips against you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You ask, the words almost getting stuck in your throat.

“Fulfilling my part of the bargain, of course.”

“That’s not—” he lifts his hips higher, the tip of his crotch rubbing against your clit, and your body tenses at the contact. He’s rock hard and between your thin camp clothes, it's almost as if you were rubbing skin to skin against each other. A pleasurable shiver running across your spine, and you allow yourself to close your eyes for just a moment, fighting between giving in to your desires or stopping yourself from letting this go any further; it was clear which side of you was winning over, as your hunger for that something more was becoming impossible to ignore. You soften your grip on his wrist and your dagger against his throat, and that’s all he needs to gain back dominance over you, flipping you back under him and seizing your wrists to pin you down the same way you had him only seconds ago.

“Now,” he says, “this is much better, don’t you think?”

“Oh you prick,” you groan, fighting to free yourself from his grip on you, but he only tightens his grasp around your wrists. His immortal strength beats yours and your hand twists under his crushing grip, making you finally release your knife.

You curse under your breath for letting yourself be bested by the most annoying member of your party; the one who you had dreamed to put back in his place was now dominating you instead. A mix of anger and shame swirls in your stomach, along with something else that you want to deny, but can’t for the life of you understand.

Your eyes meet his, dark and hungry and so incredibly close to you. His lack of breath is strange in comparison to yours, so heavy that your chest rises with each breath you take, brushing against him. It wasn't a position you were used to, either, and you find yourself liking it more than you thought you would; with his entire body pining against yours, his legs surrounding yours and keeping them closed together, your wrists held strongly above your head; a prey caught by her predator.

You remain unmoving in this position for what feels like an eternity, until he licks his lips, his eyes falling to the space in your neck that was exposed just for him.

He leans into you, his deep voice shooting a warmth straight to your core. “This little game of yours made me quite hungry.”

You gasp when you feel his bulge rubbing against you once more and touching that sweet spot that made you rub your thighs together. 

“Perhaps,” he whispers, “you've grown an appetite of your own, little fox?”

You take a few breaths, "If you wanna feed, be my guest. You…” you sigh, defeated. “You earned it. Just— be quick about it.”

You turn your head aside, looking away and giving him space to feed, only for him to lean back, “Quick? Oh darling, you’re mistaken if you don’t think I won’t draw this out as long as I possibly can.”

He pushes your wrist up above your head where he can hold them both with one hand, while his other hand slides down to your chest, his sharp nails grazing against the curve of your breast. You close your eyes as his hand continues its journey down your navel, and into your pants, rubbing against the moist spot that kept growing in your panties.

“But don’t worry — I’ll make sure we both get our fill tonight,” he growls.

Your hips move of their own accord, wanting more of him and his touch, almost against your own will.

“Greedy, greedy, little fox.” He flashes a toothy smile, “Can't get enough? I'm not surprised.”

Your eyes open back up and you stare at him, frustrated, “Gods, do you ever shut up?”

“You have such a way with words.” He sighs, pulling his hand out of your pants. “You know, it's a wonder we haven't gotten killed because of your social prowess.”

“If you think you’re so much better than me, why don’t you—”

His lips collide with yours into an hungry kiss, one bold enough to shut you right up. A part of you is disgusted, furious, even, that he would push himself onto you, but your body’s reaction betrays you, as you kiss him back with the same intensity. It’s sloppy, his elongated tongue invading your mouth and rubbing against yours, until he bites into it and sucks, letting your crimson hit his lips. 

You moan as you pull back, rolling your tongue around to feel the puncture he made, and he smiles down on you, his teeth tainted by your blood.

“Ah… delicious.”

Something comes over you, a supernatural strength — almost animalistic — and you flip him back around on his back to take control once again. Your dishevelled hair frames your face over him, and he gets to see you panting, teeth bared, with angry eyes towering over him. There's a flash of surprise in his eyes before they take back their lusty look, and his hands fly to your shirt, ripping it open as his nails tear through the fabric as if it were air. Your shirt is quickly discarded, exposing your skin to the cool night air that raises the hairs on your back.

In the frenzy, you give the same treatment to his shirt, using that strength to destroy his clothing and revealing the very muscles you spied earlier in his tent. He raises himself up to meet you where you sat over his hips, his mouth finding yours  and kissing you feverishly as he did before, while his hands work to remove your pants. 

With a grunt from him, you're pushed back on the harsh forest ground where he rips away your trousers, leaving you only with your panties to cover you. You gasp into his mouth, breathing in his cold breath, when the night air that matches his breath hits the thin fabric of your undergarments. The shock of temperature affects you more than you had anticipated, as you are completely soaked from your arousal that had pooled down there since the beginning of the night. Astarion instantly notices it, and laughs ominously.

“Are you still going to deny it now?” He pushes your underwear aside and slides his dexterous fingers between your folds, discovering just how dire your situation is. “Hells, look at how wet you are, just for me.”

His fingers feel good, and fucking Hells you didn’t want to admit it — he was an absolute asshole — but that ship had sailed a while ago, and now you just wanted to know how good he would feel inside you.

“If you still want to feed, you better do it now before I change my mind,” you groan.

“Change your mind?” He scoffs. “I'm afraid that isn't an option. I won fair and square, little fox; now I get to devour you every night.” He flips you around, the sudden roughness of the earthy floor rubbing against your sensitive nipples making you gasp in surprise. You feel him move behind you, and you're not sure how or when it happened, but he must've removed his own trousers as you feel the ghost of his cock hovering just over your entrance. Your heart threatens to burst out of your chest with anticipation, and this feeling goes into your throat when he grabs you by the nape of your hair and pulls you into him, making you arch your back and clearly exposing your neck to him in the process. “Starting tonight.”

Within the same beat, he thrust into you, his hips slamming hard against your skin, and his fangs dive into the crook of your neck, finally taking what is rightfully his.

You cry out at the stabbing pain in your neck, this one much more different than the first time he bit you, as his elongated fangs dive deeper into your neck to draw out more of your life source, and the additional fangs leave more marks into your skin. It hurts and yet, you find your core growing warmer and wetter; between his bite and his reckless thrusting into you, with the added sensation of his initially cool skin getting warm from your blood. His thrusts gain in speed and force, and in that position, there is nothing else you can do but take it.

Even as you try to reach behind you with that last remaining will to have control, to grab his hair and pull him forward, Astarion takes a hold of your arm and pushes back against you, using his entire body weight to hold you firmly against the rough ground, and his hips to slam into your needy, little cunt. With your hair still pulled back, but your wrist now stuck in his grasp, he continues to take his fill of you with no restriction.

“Look at you, finally put in your place,” he growls as he licks up the drops of blood leaking from the fresh wounds in your neck. “Is this what you’ve been desiring all these times your eyes got lost at the sight of my body? What you’ve been dreaming of? To be properly used, like a bitch in heat? Ravaged by a beast?”

You manage to get a few words out between rushed breaths, sneering.

“F— Fuck. Y— You.”

He snickers wickedly, “I guess that answers my question. Don’t worry, pet. Your secret’s safe with me.”

“Oh you—”

“Shh now,” Before you can even finish your sentence, his hand quickly moves from your wrist to your mouth, muffling any sounds coming from you. “We wouldn’t want to risk waking our dear friends, now, would we? Unless that’s what you want?” You groan in the palm of his hand and he chuckles. “You depraved little thing. I’ll give you just what you desire.”

His hand previously holding your hair goes down your body to hold your hips in place as he fucks you, and his teeth sink into your shoulder on the other side of your neck. The gesture meant only to keep you steady as he fucks you senseless. With his fangs deep into your skin, his nails cutting the soft skin of your hips and his dick pounding your abused cunt, you scream into his hand as you reach your climax. It’s nerve wracking, mind shattering, and leaves you completely drained. 

With a final push inside you, Astarion’s hips still and he growls into your neck, taking his last sip of you, as he pulses around your inner walls, filling you up with his warm seed. Your muscles fail you, as your body goes limp against the earthy ground, and you barely feel anything else — leaving you almost unconscious. Behind you, Astarion pulls out of you, and a weak moan escapes you as you feel his load leaking out of you.

While you’re recuperating from this treatment, Astarion loses his monstrous features: his nails retract, his pupils go back to those annoyingly charming red ruby eyes, his fangs retract just enough to fit back into his mouth, and he mimics breathing again; now passing as a mortal again.

With the minimal strength you manage to gain back, you push yourself up, and gather the few pieces of clothes that were shredded during your nightly session; tomorrow you would definitely need to find new camp clothes, these were the only ones you had and they were utterly ruined. Thank the Gods everyone else was fast asleep and you’ll be able to walk back to your tent without any remarks.

As you’re about to take your leave, completely disregarding the rogue who looked just as messy as you were, you hear him clear his throat.

“It’s always a pleasure to be doing business with you, my dear. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

You roll your eyes before shooting him a glare. “Don’t push your luck.” Your cheeks still flushed, your hair all over the place, and your form barely clothed, making you not as convincing as you had hoped for. 

You only catch a glimpse of his smirk in response to you as you walk away, and when you catch yourself actually looking forward to it, you tell yourself it's only for the opportunity to put him back in his place. 

Perhaps another white lie to coat your true feelings, but no one needed to know about that.

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[captainquake42]

> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ four

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

summary:

You go out to a bar with your team and kwon sees an opportunity.

OR reader teaches kwon a few moves

notes:

I can't dance so I did my best describe it.

Also, if you are the person who asked me to write a fic of the reader getting hurt. I accidentally deleted your request, but that is something that i'm working on a little bit.

part one // prev part

1.1k written by:

S A R A H

You sat with Sam and Robby a table away from Dimitri and Eli. The bar buzzed with music and chatter, but you were more focused on your water (you didn’t like drinking, same as Robby, and pop was off-limits during the season—you were strict about keeping your body in peak condition). Sam and Robby were deep in conversation about Tory and Miguel, their voices low but laced with tension.

“ I hope Carmen is okay.” Robby said idly, spinning his straw in his glass “ Did you talk to Miguel before they left?”

Sam shugs, “ for like thirty seconds. We were excited to go exploring but now…” 

You nudged your twin with an elbow. “ You feel any better?” 

He scoffed, his lips curling into a humorless smile. “ No, honestly I'm actually thinking of adding rum to this coke.”

Sam smiled a little thinking he was kidding. “ Yeah right you don't drink.” 

Robby’s gaze dropped to his drink, his fingers tightening around the glass. “ might be the time to start, I've been screwing everything up since Tory put us on break and it's not even affecting her.” 

“ Like salt on an open cut.” 

“ Yeah, she's fighting better than ever.” 

 Sam leaned forward letting her arms rest on the table. “ Tory chose the other side and I feel terrible for her but we can't keep letting her get in our heads like this. We just have to accept she's against us.” 

You huffed, rolling your eyes. “ You guys are acting like we're at war, she's not against us.” You said with a shake of your head. “ She picked a different team because she was vulnerable, and a master manipulator took advantage of that. It’s not that simple. You of all people know that, you were talking about it last night.” 

Sam stared over your shoulders without replying, her facing falling. “ I'm gonna get some air.” She said getting up. 

Both you and Robby turned confused  following her gaze to the door. That’s when you saw them—Tory, Kwon, and a few of their teammates walking in, looking every bit like they owned the place.

Kwon stared at you and gave you a little nod. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he made his way across the bar.

Your back straightened unconsciously, and you had to put your hands in your lap to stop yourself from messing with your hair. 

Kwon stopped beside you, his smirk growing wider. “ Hey,” he said smoothly, his eyes locking with yours. “ Dance with me?”

Before you could say anything, Robby’s chair scraped back as he stood abruptly, squaring his shoulders. “ She’s not interested.”

Kwon barely glanced at Robby, he only had eyes for you. “ I’m pretty sure she can speak for herself, man.”

“ Robby cool off, it's fine.” You said, trying to defuse the situation.

Robby frowned, his jaw tight, but he didn’t say anything else.

“What do you say?” Kwon asked, his voice low enough that it felt like the rest of the room disappeared.

You hesitated, glancing at Robby, who was still standing stiffly. Then you looked back at Kwon.

“ Okay,” you said, taking his hand.

Kwon’s smirk turned into a genuine smile as he led you to the small dance floor at the center of the bar. “ I didn’t think you’d say yes.”

“ Why?” You looked up at him.

“ You don’t like disappointing your team.” He huffed. 

“ One dance won’t kill them.”

“ Just one?” He teased, slipping an arm around your waist. “ I plan to keep you here all night.” 

You felt your cheeks get warm, but put an arm around his neck anyway. “ One,” you repeated, though your lips twitched into a smile. 

“ Counter offer, ten and a kiss.” He said with a sly grin. 

Your jaw dropped, and your eyes went wide. “ Damn you got a drink in you already?” 

“ Nah don’t drink in season.” 

“ That right?”

He hummed swaying with you to the beat. “ That’s right.” 

“ Five and I teach you how to two-step and a shoulder dip.”

“ Deal.” He said almost before you could finish talking. “ Sounds like you know your stuff.”

“ My mom used to take me and Robby to bars all the time, I learned a few things.” You took both his hands and held them up by your sides. “ A two step is easy, all you do is step forward with your left foot, then follow with your right foot. Then go back, right foot first and repeat.”

“ Just go back and fourth?”

“ Yep, super simple.” 

So that’s what you did, a back and forth two step until he seemed to get bored and spinning you. “ Alright now show me the other one.” 

“ Okay,” you laughed. “ First thing, take my hand,” he did. “ Now you're going to spin me out, away from you.” 

He did as told, spinning you out and pulling you back in, “ Like that?” He asked. 

“ Just like that,” You encouraged. “ But when you pull me back, spin me in twice, so towards your body.” 

He did both steps again. 

“ Perfect next cross your arm over and slide while I drag my hand around your back.” You explained while showing the moves you were talking about. “ Now I do a half spin so my back is facing you and I am going to fall.”

“ A trust fall?”

“ Yes. There is more but I don’t think your ready to carry me on your shoulders.”

He scoffed playfully, “ I can, promise.”

“ Swear you won’t drop me?”

“ Yes.” He says, “ what’s the saying?”

“ Cross my heart?”

“ And hope to die, yes that one.”  

“ Okay in that case, grab my waist.” He did. “ I’m going to jump onto your shoulders, on three ready?”

“ Yes.” He effortlessly picked you up, and ducked his head under your spit legs. 

“ Next I’m going to swing my left leg around and you are going to keep hold of my right, when I do that my body will fall into your arms while I keep an arm around the back of your neck to support you. When we both are standing again you will spin me one more time with the hand you have around my thigh. Got it.”

“ Understood.” He yelled back over the music. 

“ Ready?”

“ Yep.” He confirmed. 

You did everything you said you were going to, albeit a little clumsy, with it being his first time, but at least he didn’t drop you like the guy who taught you did. He was spotting Robby, who was holding you, the two of you were only ten and thought it’d be a cool trick to show mom. Instead you got your first concussion, and Robby broke his nose when he fell face first into the floor.

Kwon steadied you as you spin back to him, his arm loosely draped around your waist. His grin was wide and infectious, “ real speed this time?”

He didn’t wait for your answer before he spun you out and back in while you giggled.

[leilakisakabiri]

Jealousy, Jealousy (Gavi)

Summary: You realize that Gavi never gets jealous when other guys are around you and it makes you question if he still likes you. 

Warning(s): None

A/N: Hey! I had some inspiration to write so here I am! I’m trying to release shorter fics while I work on my longer ones. Requests are open!

Word Count: 2.5k+

Masterlist

The first time it happened, you felt relieved that Gavi had decided not to make a scene and instead chose to calmly defuse the situation.

The two of you had been at a club late one night, the high from Barcelona winning hours before pumping through your veins. He had his arms wrapped around you as you both danced to whatever Spanish song the DJ was mixing.

You laughed as he spun you around before pulling you closer, leaning down to whisper in your ear as he moved a strand of hair out of your face. 

"I'm going to grab another drink. Want to come?"

His breath was hot against your ear, and even though it felt like a million degrees in the club, and you were sweating through your dress, you still shivered, his voice sending shockwaves through your system no matter how many times you heard it.

You looked up, locking eyes, "I'm good, I'll save our spot."

He kissed the top of your head before letting go, "Ok I'll be back in a second. Try and find the others if you can."

You gave him an awkward thumbs up as he walked away and he chuckled before disappearing into the crowd.

The two of you had been dating for just shy of three weeks.

You had been friends for months before dating, with you initially being introduced to him through his hometown friends. Then there was a three-month period where you both liked each other but were too scared to admit it and ruin the friendship. Finally, Gavi caved after spending two weeks away from you without contact while he playing in the U.S.

Since he admitted his feelings for you that night on the steps of your shitty college house, he had jumped straight into the relationship, inviting you to his games, to hang out with his friends, and private dinners. You on the other hand still felt like an awkward pre-teen girl every time you were with him, he just made you feel giddy inside, and you reacted to things he said so intensely that the only way to cover it up was with strange humor and stupid jokes.

That led you to now. Sometimes being around him was so overwhelming because you were always scared you would say something to embarrass yourself, and although he never made you feel any less worthy you couldn't help but feel like he could be with someone much better than you.

As you stood there contemplating, you felt a body collide with yours, effectively pulling you out of your thoughts.

You stumbled, feeling hands come up to grip your elbows, stabilizing you.

"Shit- my bad."

You looked up seeing the guy holding you sporting a white button-down and an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, those guys just pushed me. Some friends." He said referring to the group of five or so extremely drunk boys behind you.

You shook your head, "No worries, I wasn't paying attention either."

He smiled, leaning a bit closer, hands still on your elbows, "Hey do I know you? You look really familiar.”

You squinted your eyes as you gazed at him, trying to figure out if you knew him.

"Eh I go to Universitat de Barcelona if that helps."

His eyes lit up at your words, and he nodded, "Yeah, that's totally how I know you. I think you're in my biology class."

You groaned, "No way the one at 8 a.m.?", he nodded, "I'm barely awake for that lecture." you muttered.

"Mean either but it's hard not to notice you."

You only heard half his sentence and looked at him confused, "Sorry what?"

His lips tugged up in a smile as he bent down, shifting closer to you, "I said it's hard not to notice you."

You felt your breath stop as you realized what you had gotten yourself into. You made a move to shy away when you heard Gavi call your name.

You lifted your head seeing him approaching as he carried your drink, "Hey who's this?"

You went to interject and tell him it was no one but the guy next to you interrupted, "Hey man, I got to school with her.”

Gavi nodded, accepting his answer as he handed you your drink, "Oh class friend?"

You went to speak but were again cut off by the guy next to you, who had still to let go of your elbow.

"Something like that."

You saw Gavi's posture slightly straighten at his words but he relaxed a second later, "Alright."

The guy turned to you saying something about seeing you in class and then proceeded to give you a hug, his arms wrapping around your lower back.

You noticed Gavi watching the exchange but he made no comment.

You approached him timidly, unsure of if he was going to say anything about the situation, but he paid it no mind, going back to casual conversation with you.

At the time you let out a breath, thankful that he seemed intent on letting you handle your own situation.

That thankfulness soon turned to annoyance and then confusion when similar situations happened time and time again and he made no effort to speak up.

You supposed it was good he never got jealous because you knew it could get very overbearing very fast, and yet, you couldn't help the twinge of defeat you felt every time someone tried to make a move on you and he did nothing to stop them or even show a ounce of emotion.

Slowly it was making you start to question your relationship with Gavi.

Why did he not get jealous? Was it because he didn't see others as a threat? Or didn't feel the need to because you weren't as pretty as the other girls he was seen with? Maybe he simply didn't care? Or perhaps he wasn't the type?

You knew the last one couldn't possibly be true because he was absolutely the type. His entire career was based on his passion, determination, and aggression to get where he wanted. His aggression is what made him so competitive and a loyal player. So if he was so driven and passionate on the field, why was that not carrying over into your relationship?

It wasn't until almost two months later that things came to a boiling point.

It was the last game of the pre-season for Barcelona and spirits were high, everyone hoping they could seal off a great season, and enter a new one, with a win.

The stadium was filled to the brim with fans and reporters. The family section was also full with player's partners and families coming to support them in the final game of the summer.

You were sitting next to Anna, the two of you talking about school, work, and life.

Eventually, the game started and you went into full-on fan mode - cheering along when Barca made impressive plays and booing when they were tackled.

The stadium was abuzz with energy, and you basked in everyone's excitement.

You gripped Anna's hand as you saw Gavi running up the sidelines towards the other team's defense, Joao running parallel to him.

You saw him sidestep, dodging the defender, and suddenly the ball was soaring, perfectly landing at Joao's feet as he placed it into the back of the net.

The two of you jumped up, cheering along with the rest of the crowd. It seemed like Barcelona would have its victory after all.

After the game, you stayed in the family section for a while chatting with Pedri's parents as you waited for the players to make a re-emerge.

You bid goodbye to them when you got a text from Gavi telling you to come down.

You made your way down to the field, waiting behind the barricades for him to appear.

The other team's players appeared first, signing fans t-shirts and taking photos.

"Need something signed?"

You saw a player from the other team approach you, waving a sharpie in his hand.

You pointed at your jersey playfully, "No thanks. I'm a Barca girl if you couldn't tell."

He grinned, "Ahh c'mon what will it take for me to convince you?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "Ride or die sorry."

He clutched his hand to his heart in mock offense, "Ouch. I'm hurt, but I'm not giving up."

You gave him a smile, remaining polite, as you looked over his shoulder for Gavi.

"Oh I know!" he exclaimed, directing your attention back to him.

He wiggled his eyebrows before taking off his shirt, "Here, new jersey for you."

He held it out to you, and you gave him an unimpressed look.

He rolled his eyes playfully, "Alright fine. I'll sign it, but only cause you asked so nicely."

You watched amused as he signed the jersey before offering it to you.

You squinted your eyes at him.

He dangled the jersey in his hands, "C'mon take it. You know a lot of people would pay good money for this."

You reached out to grab it, "Fine, but only because I'm going to sell it later."

He held up his hands in surrender, "It's yours now. Do whatever."

You thought the conversation would end there but he made no effort to leave, "Who are you here with anyway? Someone in Barca?"

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off.

"Me."

You whipped your head to see that Gavi had silently approached the two of you.

Besides yourself, you felt a tiny part of you waiting with bated breath for him to do something, to finally dig his boots in the ground and say something, but he remained impassive.

"Hey."

"Hey, you ready to go?" Gavi asked.

You nodded your head, unsure of how to leave the situation.

"I can lift you over the barricade if you need." The other player spoke up, and your eyes immediately flitted over to Gavi's to gauge his reaction.

His eyebrows furrowed but he didn't say anything.

You debated for a second, just to get Gavi to react, but quickly decided against it, opting to just walk around the barricade.

You approached the two of them quickly and with a hasty goodbye followed Gavi as he left the pitch. You heard the other player shout a 'see you around', and you waved in response.

You broke the silence first as you walked the empty tunnel, "Great game baby. You did amazing."

"Thanks."

His reply was clipped.

He went to hold your hand and you shifted the jersey last second to your other hand, catching his attention.

"What's that?"

"Oh, that guy gave me his jersey. I'm going to sell it." You explained, telling him how you were expecting to make hundreds.

He listened along till you finished.

"Can I see the jersey?"

You nodded handing it to him.

You swung your joint hands as you walked, talking to him about the game as he examined the jersey.

Abruptly he dropped your hand, mouth set in a firm line.

Your eyebrows stitched together, "What's wrong?"

He cleared his throat before handing you the jersey.

"I think there's something for you on it."

"I forgot something in the locker room, I'll be right back." He continued.

You looked down confused, eyes scanning the text before it clicked.

The jersey had the player's phone number on it.

You lifted your head seeing him already walking away, "Gavi wait. Can you stop for a minute?"

He turned around but continued moving, "Yeah what?"

"Stop moving!” You exclaimed, your frustration building as he continued to not express any interest in the situation.

He finally halted and you closed the distance between the two of you.

"Is there something wrong with me? Do you not like me anymore or something?"

He seemed taken aback by your words and several emotions flitted across his face, "What are you talking about?"

You took a breath, it was now or never.

"I'm not trying to sound conceited, but I'm pretty sure that guy was hitting on me-"

"He was." Gavi confirmed.

You continued, "So then why don't you care? I'm your girlfriend, so why aren't you getting jealous when other guys hit on me?"

"You want me to get jealous?" He asked incredulously.

"I mean I don't want you to become super overprotective or anything, but it would be nice if you at least acknowledged when someone is trying to get with me right in front of you. I know I would get jealous if someone was saying that to you."

"You don't think I get jealous?" His voice had a hard edge to it, and suddenly you felt like you might have read between the lines wrong.

You shrugged your shoulders, unsure, "I mean you don't show it."

"Of course I'm going to notice when some guy is eye fucking my girl one foot away from me, I'm not fucking blind."

"Then why don't you say anything?" You pressed.

“Shit y/n that's cause I don't want to scare you away!"

His admission only confused you further, and you lowered your voice acutely aware that your shouts were probably carrying far in the quiet tunnel,

"Scare me away? Why would that scare me?"

He shook his head, "The press is always making me out to be this bad guy. This kid that doesn't know how to get his temper in check and - mierda y/n - I don't want to get into this right now."

You relented, unwilling to give in, biting the bullet, "Alright so next time someone asks to lift me up, their just being friendly right? Trying to be helpful?"

His eyes blazed, "That's not what I meant and you know it."

You lifted your hands in frustration, "No Gavi actually I don't know that. You act like you don't even care."

"I care! Trust me y/n I care!" He argued.

"Then show me."

His lips were on yours before you had even finished processing what you were saying. His skin felt hot against yours as his fingers sank into your hipbone, crowding you against the wall.

You lost your train of thought as you got lost in the sensation he provided you. One hand went to tangle in his hair, as the other draped around his neck bringing him impossibly closer.

One of his hands slipped under your shirt, as he kissed you senseless. You finally pulled away for a breath but he didn't stop, moving to lay a trail of kisses from the sweet spot behind your ear, down your neck, and onto your collarbone.

You left out a soft moan underneath him, the feeling causing tingles in your spine, and a fluttery feeling in your stomach.

"We should really sto- fuck gavi - so-someone could walk in any moment." You reminded him.

"Just gotta leave a mark." He replied.

You nodded before his words caught up to you and you pushed him off, "What? No marks! I have to meet your parents tonight." You whined.

He grinned, not looking the least bit apologetic, "At least people will know you're mine now."

[myunconquerablesoul]

His Favored.

r.sukuna x fem!reader

Warnings: historical au, mentions of violence (towards an OC, but never us. Not even Sukuna is allowed to abuse us!), mentions of blood, mentions of wanting to kill someone, mentions of someone hanging, nudity (reader is a concubine), it gets steamy in the end, but nothing too detailed. (I think) Sukuna is soft(?) in this one.

Wordcount: 3.445 (I would like to say I'm sorry, but I'm not)

Fanart

The servant lays in a bloody mess before you. He was not dead, but you were sure he wished he'd be by now.

Sukuna is staring directly at you. His attention was no longer on the poor soul.

His hands grip your cheeks, and the others hold your wrists. 

"I told you," Sukuna says, voice low, "to not speak to that servant, or there would be consequences."

He lost his temper today. He has seen you talking to that lowlife, hidden in one of the many hallways in his estate. And as if that wasn't enough, that peasant tried to pull you into his embrace. Forcefully.

Looking back, it was a miracle for him to be still alive.

"Now, why would my concubine disobey my orders just like that?" It was simply inexcusable to him for anyone else to speak to you the way he did when it wasn't any secret that you were, clearly, the curse's favorite.

"The servant... he..." He saw your eyes drifting to the servant again. Nervous. You were in an inner battle with yourself. He had secretly planned to whisk you away from Sukuna's estate so you could have freedom and independence.

You'd felt his kindness and sincerity toward you in the short time you'd known him. You knew he meant well, but it was already too late.

Sukuna, on the other hand, felt that you were hesitating to tell him. Not only that, but you were trying to protect that poor excuse of a man.

It made him want to kill him right on the spot. 

Then he abruptly let go of you and turned his attention back to the poor soul. You felt the shift in the atmosphere immediately. You knew that if you did not do anything right this instant, the man's head would be rolling around the floor within seconds.

You were trying to figure out what to do. 

If you asked for it to stop, your master would get the wrong idea and kill the man without hesitation. You were sure of it.

"My lord," You had to try to defuse this situation. "may I ask for us to speak privately?" If not for the sake of the man on the floor, then for your sanity. 

"I will tell you everything, but please... alone." Sukuna stopped in his tracks upon hearing your request. 

If it were anyone else's request, no, others would not dare to. They only dare to speak to him when he addresses them. But you, you were always a particular case for Sukuna. 

For a moment, you were met with nothing but silence. You feared that you had made everything worse and sealed the servant's faith. 

But then, without warning, Sukuna turned back to you, grabbed you by your wrist, and led you out of the throne room.

You did not dare look back to see if the servant was alright. Knowing it would end in unwanted bloodshed.

"Uraume!"

You haven't even noticed Uraume standing there. But you weren't given the time to properly acknowledge them, as your shared master dragged you forward.

"Ensure that the filth's wounds are taken care of, and lock him in his room until I decide what will become of him!" He spat.

Sukuna leads you to his room.

It wasn't the first time you were here, but the first time you didn't know the outcome of what would happen. 

The curse let go of you after sliding the Shoji shut. He leaves you standing in the middle of the room. Sukuna's dark eyes meet yours.

"Explain." He didn't yell. 

For a moment, you believe you would've preferred if he did. It was a painful reminder of how patient he was with you. Of how much you could get away with.

"The servant wanted to take me away from here. I told him that I wanted to stay. But he kept pressuring me."

Sukuna leans against the wall, staring at you with a dangerous, hungry light in his eyes. The fact that you wanted to stay was good. He likes it when you're obedient.

"I never wanted to leave you, my lord." You got down on your knees and bowed until your forehead touched the ground. "Please, you have to believe me."

Sukuna looked at you for a long moment. He lets out a low growl, stepping up to you so that he towers over you. "Prove it, concubine."

"He wrote me letters. I can show you." You were still looking at the floor. You knew you had to be careful. If you say something wrong, misstep, or accidentally anger him more, the servant won't live to see the next day.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow at that, curious. "Show me."

"They are in my chambers."

Sukuna steps back, ordering you to stand and lead the way to your room.

"Here."

Sukuna sat on your bed as he took the letters and unfolded them. But before skimming each word, he takes a good look at you. 

You stood there with all your might. There's not a bit of fear in your eyes, just concern. 

Ever since your village offered you as an addition to his harem, the curse felt that there was something about you. Sukuna felt a strong pull toward you, an attraction he had never felt for someone else.

"The servant, Yuto, told me a week ago that he fell in love with me and asked for my hand." You studied Sukuna momentarily, wondering if mentioning his name was wise.

Sukuna, however, didn't pay any mind to that. Instead, he tried his best to conceal his surprise. 

He thought that you would try to protect the lowlife. Try to convince him to let him go, but you tell how things were - nothing but the truth - without concealing anything.

"I told him that I didn't feel the same way. But he wouldn't give up. I didn't want to cause too much attention towards this."

You didn't feel alarmed per se. It was just very out of character for the curse to react the way he currently was. He was too calm about all of this newfound information.

Sukuna chuckles at that. "Or were you too afraid?" tone mocking.

"I was afraid of what you would do to him." He raised a brow at that. So, you elaborated a bit more. "He does not deserve to die because he fell in love."

When he hears your words, his eyes darken again. Sukuna eyes you, and you can tell that his thoughts seem elsewhere.

"You're right." As you watch him, he gets up from your bed and approaches you to stand directly before you, towering over you.

"One does not deserve to die for simply falling in love, dear concubine."

Standing before you, you could now practically feel the bloodlust radiating from him. 

"But trying to steal someone else's property, especially when said property belongs to me, the king of curses, is where every human with minimum survival instincts may draw the line." he spat, full of venom.

You averted your gaze from him. You knew he was right. You, too, could not understand where Yutu's boldness came from.

But then again, love does blind people.

"That bastard deserves to perish for even thinking he had a chance to get away with it." now that was more like the Sukuna, you know. 

You felt smaller with every passing second, and you could no longer think of a way to save the servant's life. 

When you looked down on one of your master's hands, you could see the letters in a tied grip. The papers were utterly wrinkled. 

Not that it mattered.

"Or is it perhaps that my dearest concubine grew close to that poor excuse of a man and began to like the idea?" 

Your eyes snapped to him in an instant. "I didn't grow close to him. I didn't even like him." you desperately needed him to believe you.

"If that were the case," Sukuna counters, "why did you keep these letters?" 

You immediately began to shake your head. "I never let him believe he had a chance. I always told him that I belonged to you, my lord." The way Yuto kept insisting the past week made you uneasy; even remembering it made you feel uncomfortable.

Sukuna then gently stroked your hair - a silent apology after noticing your growing discomfort. 

He didn't mean to talk to you in that tone, but the mere thought of you being possibly interested in someone other than him-

"I kept the letters because I wanted you to believe me when I told you."

The curse nods, seeming to accept what you're telling him. It pleased him that you were thinking about telling him. "Good girl." His fingers slip down to your chin, stroking it gently.

"I wanted to tell him to stop today, but then you saw us, and- you know the rest."

Sukuna nods, his fingers still caressing your chin. "Indeed... but I want us to go over our boundaries again, dear concubine. I should not have to remind you what happens when you speak to other men besides me."

"No, my lord." you felt the room lighten up again, and for a moment, everything seemed to return to normal. "You should not worry; I will never accept a man who claims to love me. I know my place." you tried to brighten up the mood. But then-

"And if I was the one who loved you?" he asks, tone turning dangerous. "What if I was the one who desired you? Would you have given me your hand?" Sukuna looked at you with his intense eyes again. Something hidden behind them, something you could not read, but your heart answered before your mind could comprehend what was happening.

"I would."

Sukuna considers you for a long moment, his gaze boring into yours. 

"I know you to be loyal and obedient, and because of that, I am not as concerned... but I need you to make this promise regardless." Sukuna leans closer to you, his eyes dark and fierce. "If another man speaks to you, you will tell me. No secrets, no hiding that from me."

You nod at that, still not trusting your voice enough. The thought that the king of curses could be jealous and possessive of you made you smile a bit.

Sukuna smiles at you and strokes your cheek and hair. "Good girl, you look beautiful when you smile."

He still didn't know what to do with the servant, but he knew he had had enough of this useless conversation.

His tone shifts again, voice low. "Let us not dwell on this further. Shall we go to bed?"

"Whenever you please."

Sukuna laughs softly, his tone playful and flirtatious. "Let's not get too ahead of ourselves," he teases you as he pics you over his shoulders and takes you back to his chambers.

Of course, he could stay here and take you right then and there, but he wanted to spend the night in comfort with you. 

"Here, let me help you out of these things."

"Yes, my lord."

Sukuna removes your dress, leaving you in a thin chemise. He moves behind you, his hands slipping to the laces of that piece of clothing, his breath warm on your skin.

It feels all too domestic to romantic. And somehow, you can't seem to shake something off your mind. You weren't sure what would become of the servant. But something about your conversation with your master seemed to be off. 

"My lord, may I ask something?"

Sukuna hums. "Ask away, dear concubine."

How should you put it? This road you were taking could lead to death, but on the other hand, you needed to know. So you took a risk.

"You asked me if it were you who'd love me."

Sukuna momentarily stops what he's doing. "Yes, I remember..." a dangerous glint enters his dark eyes again for a moment, but it vanishes as quickly as it does. "Continue, dear concubine."

"I- if.. if it's not too bold of me to ask."

The last concubine who dared ended up hanging in the backyard as a reminder of your status - a reminder never to seek more. It would be best never to forget that your only purpose was to satisfy your master's needs.

"Speak. I'm listening," Sukuna tells you softly, hands returning to work on your laces. His eyes trail down the curve of your neck to your back, lingering momentarily.

He knew where this was going. Today was indeed a day full of surprises. 

"Do you?" there it was. a silent question. He never thought that you would pull through.

Sukuna's fingers freeze on the remaining laces of your clothes, his hands stilling. "... Do I what?" he asks cautiously.

"Do you love me?" The curse didn't know what to say first. He could deny it and proceed as if nothing happened, but the way your voice calls to him like you were hoping for some miracle.

His voice is barely above a whisper when he finally replies to you. "...I do."

"You- you Do? But- you have so many beautiful concubines at your service. So many women who'd willingly offer themselves to you…" your voice lost confidence, turning smaller with every passing second.

"None compare to you," Sukuna promises, voice soft and genuine. "None have a hold on my mind like you, my dear concubine. I do not feel for them what I feel for you."

Sukunas's hands slip to your waist and work on your laces again. "Do you think you could come to love me as I have you?" he asks.

It takes you a moment to respond. Sukuna is uncharacteristically patient with you. 

"When that servant first told me about his feelings for me, I told him that my heart already belonged to someone else." you reply breathlessly.

"And who, pray tell, would your heart belong to?" Sukuna murmurs, voice low. The laces are almost finished, the thin chemise the only thing separating you from Sukuna's touch.

"Can I be so bold?" 

Sukuna hums, a low grin curving his lips. "Yes."

He pulls the last lace free, the garment falling at your feet. "Tell me, dear concubine, whose heart do I have?" he questions eagerly, turning you around and looking straight at your eyes.

"Mine."

Sukuna smiles at you, his eyes shining brightly. "You are truly a good girl," he exclaims, a voice full of affection. "But that answer proves what you knew all along, doesn't it?"

Sukuna begins to move against you, his hand now caressing your cheek, and he leans down towards you as if expecting you to kiss him. His dark eyes are locked on yours as if looking for your consent.

You give a slight nod.

Sukuna cups your face in both hands, his fingers gently pushing your hair out of the way. He moves slowly, not breaking eye contact until your noses and lips are all but touching. His breath is warm against your skin, your heart racing.

"Is this what you want, dear concubine?" he whispers, low and sultry, full of desire for you.

"Am I allowed to speak what I truly want?"

Sukuna chuckles in response, voice low and breathy. "You do know that I allow you to say whatever you'd like, don't you?" he questions you, still close to you that the two of you are almost kissing. "So, speak your mind, dear concubine."

"I- I want to be more than just a mere concubine to you, my lord."

Sukuna stares at you for a long moment, eyes heavy with consideration. "And what more would you like to be to me, dear concubine?" he whispers, looking down at you. "Do you wish to ascend past this place of yours... to be on equal footing with me?"

"I would never dare to ask such things."

"But, if I were to offer them to you, would you accept... dear concubine?" Sukuna's voice is low and husky.

There's promise there, hope, and a little bit of lust. You've been a good and loyal concubine, not one to ever ask for more than what you've been given, and he rewards loyalty.

"What if I allowed you to become my equal?" it all sounds too good to be true. 

"Then- then I would be selfish and accept."

"There is nothing wrong with being a little bit selfish," Sukuna reminds you, his fingers running through your loose hair.

"You deserve this, my dear concubine. You have been loyal and obedient for as long as you've been here. You deserve to be treated as my equal."

Sukuna's eyes gleam, his gaze lingering on you in a way you hadn't known him to do before.

"You are more than just a servant," Sukuna says, voice low.

"I'm willing to give you a new title, my dear concubine..." he pauses, taking a deep breath before he continues.

His gaze is locked on yours, his eyes sparkling with love and lust. "I want to make you my wife."

"W- wife? As in- in your lady?"

"You will be my lady, yes," Sukuna tells you, voice huskier as he speaks. "My dear, loyal wife. And I will be yours. You will be queen alongside me."

"Your body belongs to me," he adds. "But in every other regard, you will be my equal. We will walk among the humans together, as their rulers, in love, in trust. And I will grant you anything you desire... no matter how dark."

"I- I don't know what to say."

"Then do not say anything," Sukuna tells you. He lifts your face towards him until your lips are almost touching. "Show me with your actions how you feel about this, dear concubine."

"Show me what you feel," he adds, voice low. His gaze is heavy with desire for you, and your heart pounds in your chest, heat rising to your cheeks at his words.

Sukuna is kissing you passionately, his hands tangled in your loose hair and pulling you closer. You can feel the force behind the kiss, the want and need from the curse, which sends your body into chaos. He moves a hand down, driving up your body with purpose. They continue moving upwards, over your ribs and chest, to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently before they caress you.

"I want this. Everything you're willing to give. I want to be selfish. I want you, please…"

Sukuna responds to your words by deepening the kiss and pulling you even closer to him. He's no longer in the mood for words, his hands sliding up your curves to your neck, pinning you to the wall. 

He's gentle, despite the force of his kiss, and he makes sure he doesn't hurt you — but there's no denying he wants you, and you can feel the lust spilling from him as he pushes his body more and more onto yours.

Sukuna groans into the kiss. Your mouth is against his, your lips and his moving back and forth to satisfy this thirst between you two.

He breaks from the kiss and stares at you with soft eyes. His smile is heavy and filled with love, and he leans to press another kiss against your lips. "Then, from today on, dear concubine, you will be my wife."

"You are mine," Sukuna says to himself, too lost in this moment. "My wife, my love. No longer my concubine, my subject, but my equal."

He trails more kisses against you, those of love rather than lust. They are soft and gentle as if he's promising you only the best.

When the two of you are breathless, Sukuna carries you toward the bed. Your heart flutters within your chest as if you're in a dream come true. He lays you upon the bed, and his lips are again moving against yours, soft and gentle, full of love, as if he's worshipping.

He pulls back to look down at you, his eyes heavy. He is long gone. Body and mind filled with nothing but pure ecstasy. "Mine."

"Always yours, my lord." The curse's tone was possessive and full of devotion. It made you breathless to think that was all for you.

Sukuna's eyes locked with yours, his every movement designed to be as erotic as possible. His kiss is heavy, and how he moves against you is enough to force a moan from your lips. His fingers explore your body, moving lower slowly so that you are practically panting by the time he reaches his destination.

"Let me love you in every way possible."

[paropamisus]

Just remembered how shite Modern Warfare 3 was and how it doesn't count to the cannon so yeah Soap is basically alive. John "Soap" McTavish x GN reader CW: Kinda creepy Soap, stalking, alcohol, mentions of nudity, medical inaccuracies, lmk if I missed anything So what if Soap survived? You were put on as backup for the mission in the tunnel. Good enough to make it into the SAS, never quite making it into the ranks of the 141 though. Orders were simple enough, wait outside the perimeters and if something went wrong be ready to storm in with the rest of the personnel in your squad. But it was the 141, nothing ever went wrong with them. Until it did, when the field radio reported that a group of Konni men were seen approaching the tunnel, everyone was already on the move. Making it inside just in time to see the taskforce work on defusing the bomb as Makarov approached. Everything was a blur after that. You briefly remember how no one noticed Makarov walk right up to the Captain and man with the buzzed mohawk, shot the two of them in their legs, and right before a bullet could've gone through his head, you remember pulling one guy to the ground. There was the sound of a gun going off and when you looked down at the man, his head was bleeding but the bullet hadn't gone in. Just grazed the side of his head. Honestly it was pure luck the man had survived, you had no idea why everyone was praising you when all you had done was be at the right place at the right time. In the midst of it all, your arm had been shot which resulted in medical leave for a few months. ... Johnny had truly wished that bullet had killed him.

At first he was thankful, then he got the news. Honorably discharged. Apparently there was something wrong with him. Aside from feeling a little hazy sometimes he was still perfectly fine. But everyone told him the same thing, even Simon. Apparently the bullet graze did some damage to his brain. It was deemed too risky to send him back out again.

And just like that, with a gnarled scar embedded deep into the left side of his head, he was sent back home to his bachelor flat expected to just reintegrate into civilian life, like that wasn’t the hardest thing he had ever had to do. Civilian life was never cut out for him ever, Johnny had always known that his true home was out there, on the field, constantly surrounded by the threat of violence. He really should've died out there.

Even right now, the blinding led lights of the Tesco was just giving him a migraine as Johnny scoured through the multiple different types of cereal. He could understand why so many retired military officers went insane. That's when he noticed you through the wire separating the two aisles'. You hadn't noticed him of course, too busy deciding which juice to get. Johnny couldn't help but notice how serene you looked, calmly taking all the time in the world to do your grocery shopping. As if you weren't the sole reason, in his mind, he was stuck living this suburban nightmare. You should never have pulled him back away, Johnny truly believed he should’ve died that day as a hero. Even with the cast around your left arm, it was tranquil, relaxed and peaceful. Things Johnny had desperately wanted to experience for himself.

It wasn't fair, how on earth could you stand there, perfectly in tune with everyone else acting like a civilian whilst he was stuck constantly struggling with the simple idea of being outside. Before he knew it, Johnny had followed you to the cashier. Watching the way you seamlessly interacted with the staff with that soft smile on your face. Then he trailed behind you out of the Tesco and towards your car. Staying just out of sight so you'd never notice the man carefully watching you. He just wanted to know what made the two of you so different. What were you doing that he wasn't?

Johnny had only noticed how far this had escalated when he had got in his car and followed you all the way back to your home, quietly saving the address into his gps. It was for research, he told himself. Johnny needed to understand just how you felt. How to eliminate the buzzing sound in his head that never went away, how unsettling he knew he seemed to others with his perfect smile stretching just a tad bit too wide as if he had forgotten what a normal smile looked like and this was just a cheap imitation, the scratching inside his brain as if something had crawled deep inside the bullet hole and taken root like an infection.

Maybe the reason why you seemed much more laid back was because you had the promise of returning. That arm of yours wouldn't stay injured forever. And maybe the only way of understanding Johnny's point of view was to have you stay.

He didn't even realise how far this whole monitoring thing had gone until he found himself outside your home everyday. Watching your window from inside his car with a pair of military grade binoculars noticing everything you did. By the end of the month, he had started to bring his sketchbook. Simple domestic things, cooking in your homely kitchen, folding laundry on the sofa, getting changed in a dark room because no one could see anyway right?.

Often he found himself spacing out, looking too long at you sweeping as he let his imagination run. His fingers mindlessly sketching the shape of your body over and over again in his notebook. Johnny couldn't remember the last thing he drew that wasn't you. It was all (mostly) domestic things and quite frequently he forgot why he even started doing this in the first place. To analyse, take notes on what he was doing wrong. He swore up and down to himself that he truly hated you. Johnny really did believe it. But he never could figure out why whenever his brain fogged up and everything got hazy, he could just imagine himself with you. Doing all those homely things with you. Cooking together, watching TV together, all that sappy shit he never imagined himself doing with anyone but himself. Once when he went out with the team for drinks, he spilled everything out to Price. The Captain, in response, could only laugh and shake his head.

By the time a very confused Soap could finally understand what he felt, he was too far gone. He had notebooks filled with drawings of just you, entire pages dedicated to noting down every little thing about your routine. But he only had a month left, your arm was healing up quite nicely. The good thing was that Johnny knew basically everything about you by now, even if your only memory of Soap was dragging him back away from a tkb-023. So when Johnny overheard you making plans with your friend over the phone about going out for drinks, he knew he had to make a move. … When you bump into the stranger, his name was Johnny, you suddenly feel as though you had met this man before. With that charming smile of his and those ocean blue eyes, surely you could recall someone as memorable as him. It didn't seem to matter anyway, the two of you had gotten along so well. He seemed to like all the same exact things as you! However somewhere along the way at the sticky booth top he sat you at, you had gotten to the topic of jobs and everything just spilled. It was definitely the alcohol speaking but you really couldn't hold yourself back from stuttering on and on about how much you hated the military and how brutal some of the things you saw were. Johnny seemed to listen intently, hanging onto every word you said about you wanting nothing more than to remain on medical leave forever and that you were loving civilian life. His smile just got wider and wider as you continued rambling. Johnny had been such a good listener that you didn't complain when he guided you out of the club and into his familiar looking car with his hand secured on your lower back. Nor did you say anything when your intoxicated self tried to mumble out your address to him and he just chuckled to himself. "I know bonnie, don't worry about it"

Definitely not commenting on why he knew where your bedroom was when you opened the door. You were probably just really out of it right? It didn't explain why the next morning you had woken up to the smell of your favourite breakfast cooking in your kitchen with a new email reading: Failed Psych evaluation - Unfit for further deployment.

Sure Johnny had to pull a few strings but recording your whole crash out and sending it to Laswell might've been the smartest thing he's ever done.

[lizhaoyu]

Do you take smut requests? If yes maybe giving Iso a blowjob? 👀 I wanna choke on that dick ngl

What the hell guys I would never ever write smut what the fuck

(NSFW under the cut 🤤)

How did you even get here?

One second, you were teaching this newbie Agent the basics of proper spike defusal. He was pretty cute, his hands were shaking and everything, and when you'd hold him to stay steady, you felt like he'd just start shaking even more.

You could tell he wanted something from you. You could tell by the way he was breathing heavily, purposely messing up just so you can touch him some more. And when you do touch him, you could almost hear his small whimpers. Was this guy a manwhore or what?

This poor, poor guy. You thought that maybe he just needed some help, maybe you can take him into your room and "talk" to him or something.

Now, here you were, giving this poor man a great time. You didn't expect this guy to have the biggest dick you've seen in your entire lifetime.

Sure, you've never given head to anyone before, just seeing a couple pictures of dicks because horny fucks online love sending them, but this guy's cock was just too much.

His dick was practically standing proud and tall, his tip leaking copious amounts of precum. If you didn't know any better, you'd think that this is Niagara Falls.

This guy was a whimpering and moaning mess. He was begging you to touch him already, jerking his hips upwards.

"Chill out," you laugh, "You're leaking so much."

You poke the tip a few times, which led to more precum, and loud moans from Iso.

Goddamn this man was fine. Maybe you'd give in to your worldly desires just this once.

You slowly stroke his cock up and down, eliciting whimpers from him. Your fingers were stained with his sticky cum, but that didn't really stop you.

And apparently, it also didn't stop him from jerking his hips upwards and begging you to keep going.

So, you did. You took his tip into your mouth, tasting the slightly salty cum on your tongue. It was hard to take it all in, especially since his dick is like, a fucking horse cock idk, but his hip jerking made it all the more easier.

His moans filled the room, whimpering your name over and over, while his tip hit the back of your throat perfectly.

You were practically gagging, but hey, who doesn't wanna gag on and choke yourself with a huge cock?

Things didn't last long because Iso was very horny and a manwhore and ended up cumming all over inside your mouth.

You swallow his thick and sticky cum, before pulling away. God, this guy was still fucking hard? He's a manwhore confirmed.

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(A/N: guys what the fuck ummmmm he's literally my husband and i just woke up and started writing smut bro like what. also, part three of why so shy is cumming soon (haha get it ahhahahaha I wrote this in 30 minutes come on i havent even woken up fully yet))

[wileycap]

The Stupidest Things In Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender: A List

a.k.a.

a whiny rant from someone who has dedicated far too many of their already limited number of braincells to atla i know it's just a tv show but come on this is what tumblr is for let me whine

For your consideration, with many spoilers:

5. Katara Being Smug After Kicking Jet's Ass

In the original, Katara is betrayed by Jet. You can feel the raw emotion in the words "I trusted you! You're sick, and I trusted you!" immediately followed by her concern for the innocent people Jet has seemingly murdered. It's not a triumph, it's a wound, and the next time she sees Jet, her first reaction is "kill on sight".

This is great. It's heartwrenching, it's humanizing, and Katara using violence against Jet isn't a victory for her. It's just pain.

In the live action, Katara very mildly chastises Jet for trying to kill innocent people, which is... an interesting characterization for her, to say the least. Jet then tries to grab her, immediately followed by Katara throwing him and freezing him. She then just tells him goodbye. Her tone is placid, almost unaffected.

And then Jet says "Look at the power you have. That's because of me!"

Katara: "That wasn't you. That was me."

And then she strides off with a small smile, and that's the end of that. Sokka and Aang are not present. It's an incredibly hokey moment that's meant to emulate the style of feminine empowerment, but it has none of the substance. It glosses over any human feelings of hurt and betrayal. All that the it ends up doing is removing a story beat for Katara.

4. The Badgermoles

"They're blind! They sense feelings and react to them! Anger, fear... but mostly love."

Katara and Sokka hold hands in a cave and it makes the badgermole stop attacking them.

The blind badgermoles. Navigate by... love.

Yeah.

Do I need to say anything? Can we all see (pun intended) how stupid that is?

3. Bumi Makes Aang Choose Between Killing Him Or Letting Himself Die To Make The Dumbest Point Imaginable

Remember Bumi? Aang's old friend, a fun, kooky king? Well, here he's an actual fucking psychopath.

He collapses part of the roof onto Aang, and Aang holds it up with airbending. Another part of the roof collapses on Bumi, and Bumi just... shrugs his shoulders, fully intending to die. Aang holds that one up as well, and Bumi, instead of helping, makes the dumbest fucking point I've ever heard about "making tough choices", and urges Aang to let the boulder crush him.

Again. Bumi, the fun, wise king, wants Aang to kill him.

The situation is defused by Katara freezing a little strip on the floor so that Sokka can very slowly slide on it and tackle Bumi to safety. I can not emphasize how slow his slide is. Running would have been faster. Bumi has time to look at him and say "Huh?" as Sokka slowly slides across the floor. Oh, yeah, they were led onto the scene by the love-sensing badgermoles.

Then it's Aang's turn to be dumb. He says "you CAN rely on your friends" and hands Bumi a friendship rock. Bumi is pacified for now, but there is no telling when his next Saw trap will activate.

This made me actually feel bad. I just. I kept expecting for it to turn into a secret lesson, like Bumi in the original show, but it never did. Bumi's just a spiteful psychopath who is easily swayed by the gifting of rocks.

2. Koh The Face-Stealer Has A Backstory Now

Why? Mother of Faces? What? No.

No.

Iroh Is Intimidated By Zhao, And Then He Kills Zhao

Ah, Live Action Iroh. The most ineffectual man on the planet.

So, Zhao has the Moon Koi in a bag, and is ready to stab it with his special stabbing implement. Iroh is standing right behind him. RIGHT BEHIND HIM. Iroh has been there the whole time. Iroh does not want Zhao to kill the fish.

Iroh says: "Whatever you do to that spirit, I'll unleash on you tenfold!"

Remember how in the original, where that was like a big, shocking moment that he got angry? And how Zhao immediately let go of the fish, only to then have his anger get the best of him? How Zhao attacked the spirit by surprise?

Well, here it's a little different. For one, like I already said, Iroh doesn't come in suddenly, he sort of gets bullied into looking for the spirit by Zhao. Then he looks for the spirit, and after Zhao finds it, then he decides that he really has a problem with killing the spirit. He did protest before, but then he kind of just caved and helped anyways.

He threatens Zhao, and Zhao just... brushes him off. "Spare me your empty threats." Then the firebenders next to Iroh sort of... glower at him menacingly, and Iroh looks worried.

Zhao offers Iroh a place at his side once he becomes Fire Lord, which, uh? Okay. Fine. I actually don't have a problem with Zhao wanting to be Fire Lord, that seems to be entirely on brand for him, but everything he does to get to that goal is just stupid.

Aang arrives, they talk, Aang says "I don't matter", and then Iroh, who has sidled past the Glowering Firebenders Who Do Nothing Else, shoots the fish out of Zhao's hands. And then, as Zhao is on the ground, reaching for the fish with his special stabbing implement, Iroh forgets that he can shoot fire out of his hands, and lets Zhao stab the fish.

AND THEN Iroh, who literally stood by two different times and let Zhao kill the fish, decides to kick everyone's ass. And the Glowering Firebenders do nothing. One of them just stands in the background. Iroh doesn't even attack that guy.

In the original, Iroh immediately leaps into action after Zhao kills the spirit by means of surprise attack, takes out Zhao's guards in about a second, and Zhao escapes.

Here, he doesn't do anything at first except help Zhao find the spirit he doesn't want to see killed, then back down, then do something, then back down again, then do something again, then forget that he can do anything, and then he does something again.

It's just... so dumb. (So dumb it's brilliant!) No! It's just dumb!

And then, fifteen minutes later, after Zuko has dueled Zhao, Iroh kills him. Iroh just barbecues him by striking him from behind. Gee, Iroh, if you were willing to do that, why not just do it when Zhao was holding the fish?

Dishonorable mentions:

The fact that all of the actors fit their characters so well and have some great moments, but the show just doesn't support their performances at all. I feel so bad for all of them, being robbed of a chance to shine by some truly awful writing, editing and direction

The Ocean Spirit making Godzilla noises

June flirting with Iroh (didn't they say that they wanted to remove iffy stuff from the original? Well, that whole thing was iffy in the original. Why didn't you cut it entirely?)

Zuko doing the jazz hands to charge an attack

All the clunky and unnecessary exposition (for example: after Aang turns into the Ocean Spirit, Yue immediately turns to Sokka and narrates that Aang has turned into the Ocean Spirit, for almost 30 seconds)

The fact that Aang can only communicate with each Avatar at their shrines

The Ice Moon

The Cabbage Man literally turning to shout his line to the heavens while fire rages around him

The Secret Tunnel song being shoehorned in for no reason

Iroh's entire backstory being shoehorned in for no reason

Ozai being a caring dad actually

Zuko being shocked that Ozai prefers Azula

Gran Gran's speech

The fact that they showed Gyatso being killed by Sozin (literally nobody needed a big action scene, because that's what it was, predicated entirely on the genocide of the Air Nomads)

And finally, the fact that Sokka and Yue's reason for going to the Spirit Oasis is that Momo was fatally injured.