#but i just... i love all of the character interaction in this chapter

[so-much-for-the-seashells]

I Was Made For Lovin’ You

Colt Seavers (The Fall Guy 2024) x Reader

This is the third part of a three part series!

Part One: Coffees, Plural

Part Two: It’s A Love Story…

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters except for the reader insert!

Author’s Notes: This set has been a lot of fun to write! I think my pacing got a little off towards the end of Part 2, but oh well! As always, if you enjoy, please consider leaving a comment! I’d love to read your feedback!

Content/Content Warning: Minors do NOT interact!! You’re better off!

This chapter is SPIIIICY. Very. Very. Spicy. And it’s long. What more could you want, right? But seriously, if you don’t like spice, the story’s over after pt 2! like this is pure spice 😭

Anyway, thanks for reading along!

Reader’s POV

I couldn’t ask for anything more, anything more at all. Because in the words of his favorite song, this is a Love Story and baby, I will always say yes.

Somehow we made it back to the set from the bar. The ride was tense as his hand squeezed my thigh the entire time, while his own leg bounced with ADHD.

The kisses outside of his truck had went from giggly to steamy really fast- before I knew it he was on my neck, my earlobe, my jaw, anywhere he could find. And the hottest part? He kept asking if what he was doing was alright until finally I smashed his mouth to mine, telling him through the passion that everything he was doing was in fact alright.

And good grief. If he told me to jump into a volcano with his lips by my ear I’d do it.

Without a second thought.

Suddenly I’m struggling to unlock the door to my trailer because I have a six foot man pressed all up on me, kissing the shell of my ear, hands on my waist.

And to be honest, part of me wants to let him take me right then and there.

But the rational, sane part of me knows much better and somehow, by some stroke of luck gets that damn door open only for him to push me right through it with a deep, heavy kiss.

He tastes like chocolate, his kisses rich just like the sweet. I’m barely in my right mind enough to close the door to the trailer, but I don’t have to because he picks me up and holds my back against that door. My hand covers my mouth, a frail attempt to cover the breaths and whines that want to break free of my lust filled self as his mouth gets lower and lower, reaching the tops of my breasts in the damn jumper.

“Please let me hear you, y/n,” Colt asks. His voice is a breathy wreck. I don’t move my hand, but he brings his up to mind, covering it.

“Please, y/n,” his blue eyes are electric, filled with longing as they bore holes into mine. I nod, ever do slightly, letting him take my hand into his, reveling in the strength of his perfectly callused hand.

“Listen,” he says as he kisses up my neck. “If we’re going to do this, I need to know what you like.” His voice is more gravelly than usual, a product of lust.

And I know that I need to say something, but he’s so all consuming. His perfect body over mine, his lips clouding my senses. My brain is short circuiting, with lust and love, and the only answer I can give him is a soft whimper when he starts nipping at the conjunction of my neck and shoulder.

“C’mon, sugar,” he prods, murmuring as he briefly removes his lips before going upward towards my earlobe. Sugar? For fucks sake. I’m not going to make it.

“Y-your voice,” I tell him as I start running my free hand through his fluffy, fluffy hair.

“Oh yeah? My voice? You want me to talk you through it?” he asks, turning on his straight-up seductive voice.

“Yes,” I breath. My voice is high and whiny, and I’d be so embarrassed if I wasn’t with him.

But I am with him, and suddenly the little sounds aren’t so embarrassing. Suddenly, everything’s a little too hot.

“Bed?” I suggest through a moan as kisses along my jaw whilst simultaneously cupping my breast.

***

Colt’s POV

I’ve been drugged before. Saw unicorns and all kinds of weird shit. But nothing matches the level of intoxication I feel right now. She’s stronger than any drug, my senses- what I feel, what I see, what I’m touching… it’s all y/n.

So when she asks to go to the bed, I am there faster than a heartbeat. I lower her down as slowly as I can, kissing her for all I’m worth. I shrug off my button down, letting it fall to the floor. Her nails scratch at my biceps, and I can’t help but let out a heavy breath. I kiss from her earlobe down to just between the tops of her breasts. She’s so perfect. God, she’s so perfect.

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” her voice is so breathy, it’s going straight to my, er, yeah. I did that to her. Shit.

“Can I take this off?” I ask, meeting her eyes, tugging at the romper she hated so much.

She takes a deep breath before answering. “Yes.”

“You sure?” I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. The last thing I want is for her to be uncomfortable, she deserves the best.

“Yes, Colt. I trust you, you have me,” she tells me.

And if that doesn’t set me off.

“Okay,” my voice is shaky. But she likes it, so I force myself to keep it together.

I tug at the top of her romper, kissing newly exposed skin as I do so.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” I tell her, a rhetorical question.

“So, so fucking perfect,” the words are just falling from my lips at this point as I finish tugging down the garment, leaving her only in her underwear and her sandals.

“Colt?” I never want to hear my name called by anyone else ever again. Ever. Again.

“Yeah?”

“Can you uh, take off your shirt? I feel underdressed.”

Before she can even finish her statement I’ve literally ripped the tank top off. What a dipshit, I want to facepalm so badly. But now she’s giggling, and I can’t help but laugh with her. She’s so cute.

“Sorry, I’m a little over eager,” I laugh, kissing her on her perfect, plush lips once more.

“You don’t say,” she laughs as I duck my head to kiss her breasts. Shit. She’s perfect everywhere. I cup one of her tits in one hand, the other I surrender to my mouth, eliciting all kinds of perfect noises out of her.

“That’s my girl,” I tell her. “You sound so pretty for me.”

I keep kneading and sucking on her perfect, pillowy breasts until she’s completely wriggling under me. Good. “You’re beautiful,” I say, as I start traveling southward. “So, so beautiful.”

***

Reader’s POV

It’s so much. He’s just ripped off his shirt like he was in a Tom Ryder movie, and yet, he is actually, truly, ardently, beyond better than the movies.

His physique… it’s to die for. Sun-kissed skin meets taut muscles, and and biceps bigger than my head. Not to mention that happy trail, and the blatant bulge in his pants.

It’s come to the point that I truly can hardly think. His voice is an aphrodisiac, taunting me, forcing slick to pool in the only article of clothing he has yet to tug off. His eyes, his big, vivid, electric eyes have either been locked on me or in mine. His mouth works wonders, I fear that at this point whatever he suggests, whatever he wants, I will comply without a second thought.

And now that his kisses are trailing down the slope of my body, from the valley between my breasts and down over my stomach, stopping on my pelvic bone… quite frankly I could be finished right now.

And yet, he makes eye contact again, looking down at my underwear clad core and back to me.

Oh. He wants to-

“Colt…” I start.

“Yes?” he’s lifted his face, looking me dead in the eyes.

“You don’t have to… it’s been a while, I-“

“Y/n,” he says. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t. But if you do, I promise you I’m going to make it so good for you, and you’re gonna think of it every time you look at me.” And his words are so fucking honest, so sincere. I know he means it.

So my answer’s easy. “I trust you, Colt Seavers.” He smiles, and I can’t help but smile back before he drags my legs so they’re dangling off of the bed, my core right on the edge.

He stands at full height, looking down at me, and what a sight. His hair is a mess, because of me, but it’s so fluffy and gorgeous. His lips are swollen and pink. His eyes are brighter than ever, his beard… oh shit. His beard is going to feel so good-

“I’m gonna take these off,” he tells me, as he reaches for one of my legs, tilting it up so he can slowly, deductively take of my sandal as he massages my calf. I’m quivering, literally quivering from how attractive I find this to be. He then removes the other shoe, before sinking down to his knees. And if he’s a sight at full height, on his knees…

And suddenly I can’t think, because he’s kissing up my leg. “Easy there, pretty girl. Relax,” he tells me, his voice soothing. His beard is scratchy in all the right ways, soft like his hair. But just before he reaches my core, he bites the inside of my thigh, gleaning a loud gasp out of me, before stopping all together and doing the same thing to my other leg, taking his sweet time. And the worst part is that he’d maintaining eye contact this entire time, searching through my soul.

I’m soaked. I’m going to have to throw these underwear away, because his every move is just getting me hotter.

Finally, finally, finally, he bites the inside of my other thigh, and inhales by my core. “Oh sugar, you’re soaked.” His eyes are blown out, darkened by lust.

“All for you,” I barely manage to say, before he’s slowly pulling off my underwear, and then getting between my thighs again.

“All f’me?” his words are slurred as his nose is level with my cunt.

“Mmm,” I respond.

“You ready, pretty girl?”

Pretty girl. Sugar. He’s going to kill me.

“Y-yes,” and just as soon as the word’s left my lips has he dove into my core.

Colt’s POV

Shes intoxicating. Tastes like strawberries, sounds too sweet, looks like heaven… I’m so far gone.

I’m eating her out like there’s no tomorrow, holding her down while she tries to squirm. Emphasis on tries because it only takes one hand to keep her down. Finally her hands rest in my hair, tugging as she moans. It’s either my name, and again, I never want to hear my name from anyone else ever again, or “oh my god oh my god,” which is just as hot. I start off easy, with just my tongue, testing the waters, and she can’t get enough. I lick strips before finally just going for it, straight into her pussy and nothing has ever felt so right.

“More, more,” she starts saying eventually, so I add a finger, thrusting in. “Faster, harder,” she says, and who am I to deny her? Eventually I’m just sucking on her clit while pumping not one, not two but three fingers into her tight little cunt, hard enough that her body is going forward and back with each thrust. Her hands in my hair are tight, making me grunt or moan into her core while my hand is keeping her down.

“Colt, Colt, Colt,” she cries, trying to push my head away with her hands as her peak nears.

I grabs her hand, holding it to my head, squeezing it as I trace circles on her clit before finally-

She lets go with a broken moan of my name. I do my best to take everything she can give and then some, bringing her to the precipice of a second release.

“Colt, Colt, it’s too much,” she gasps. But something in those fucked out eyes is urging me to bring her over, just one more time.

So I do, and she comes with a weak cry of my name, smaller this time but just as powerful.

***

Reader’s POV

It’s too much. But it’s also not enough. The way he’s listening to anything I say, and then brings me to not one but two orgasms in what? A half hour? He was right. I will never be able to look at him without thinking about that.

His head rests between my thighs, even after the second release. He looks up at me with a mischievous smile as he caresses one of them with his big hand. “Was it good, sugar?” He asks, kissing the inside of my thigh, making me tighten my grip in his hair. I don’t fail to notice the little breath that escapes him when I tug his roots.

“Yes,” I breathe, still trying to recover.

He climbs up onto the bed, laying down next to me. There’s drops of release on his chin, and yet he doesn’t even bother wiping them off. Slut. Hot slut. Very hot slut. Very hot slut who’s very good at eating me out.

“You alright? Did I push you too hard?” He tilts my face towards his with his hand, lightly cupping my cheek.

“No, no, you were perfect. So fucking perfect,” I tell him, finally starting to regain my bearings. There’s a severe ache between my thighs, and I don’t know if it’s from the double dose of pleasure or from a want for more.

He smiles again. “Alright, let me go get you a towel.”

It’s when he starts to get up that I notice the strain in his pants, the small wet spot. How has he kept those on this whole time?

“Colt, wait, what about you-?” I ask frantically.

“We don’t have to y/n, you’re tired,” he says sweetly, a look of pure concentration on his face.

“No, Colt. I want it. I want it, so bad,” I say, my voice getting whinier as I talk.

“Are you sure?” his eyes are on me, boring into my soul once again.

I grab his face and pull him into mine, tasting my release on his tongue but not caring because I need him to know. To know that I want this.

I think he catches on, because once he pulls away, waiting a moment for the strand of spit that’s connecting us to break, he stands up, looking at me with pure lust.

He reaches into his pockets, probably looking for a condom. “Dipshit!” he curses. “I uh,” he shakes his head. He doesn’t have one.

“We don’t need one,” I tell him. “I’m clean, I have morning after.”

“I’m clean too- you sure?”

“Colt Seavers, I want you to fuck me so good that I can’t walk tomorrow, that I can’t sit because I’m still going to be able to feel you dripping out of me,” I tell him, my voice firm. He moans, really moans, which is maybe the hottest thing I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

“Alright, alright,” he says setting me on the bed so my legs aren’t falling off anymore. “Alright,” he breathes as he sets a pillow under my hips.

“Okay,” he says, taking off his shoes and then his pants.

“Okay,” I whisper as he stands before me in his naked glory, the only thing on his body his golden pendant.

He fists himself, rubbing up and down a few times, and good grief. He is radiant, like some sort of rugged Greek god. I’m sure my jaw has visibly dropped, but next time, his hand is going to be my hand(s).

Finally, finally, after excruciatingly long moments he’s gingerly climbing over me. He presses a soft, sweet kiss to my lips, and then goes to say something.

“Colt, if you’re going to ask if I’m sure, I am. Alright?”

“Alright,” he breathes, before lining up with my entrance.

He starts pushing in. He’s massive, and even the tip has me gasping.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” his words are slurred. “Just gotta relax for me, alright. You can do it.”

And just because he says I can do it, I can do it, and finally he’s bottomed out, fully inside me. Either the pillow under my lips he’s hit any sensitive spot possible, and my mouth is stuck in an “o.”

“Colt,” I say after a few moments, my voice once again high and breathy. “Can you move?”

***

Colt’s POV

“Yeah, sugar, I can move,” I tell her. I start to pull back and in with shallow, soft thrusts. “You’re so tight,” I groan. She clenches around me, and it’s all I can do not to bust right then and there.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl,” I say, kissing her slowly. She’s tense, but the kiss seems to have loosened her up a bit. “You’re okay.”

She threads her fingers in my hair, entangled in the roots. I’ve got my hands planted on either side of her head, and her eyes between them have me captivated.

Finally we have a smooth rhythm. Her lips are parted in a perfect o, and we’re both gasping and panting. But eventually, she hooks her calf around my thigh and tells me “I said I wanted you to fuck me.”

“Alright, honey, but if it’s too much you’ve got to tell me, okay?”

“Okay,” she breathes.

***

Reader’s POV

He pulls all the way out, getting a whimper out of me to which he tuts at, before slamming back in and setting a fast, hard pace. The sounds of skin slapping skin are pornographic, and they’re making my brain fuzzy. My breath is hitched in my throat from how good it feels, I couldn’t say anything if I tried. Which is fine, because he has all the words for the both of us.

“Yeah, there you go, pretty girl. That good enough for you?” A rhetorical question. He knows it’s good.

“You like this? Like me fucking you into next year?” All he gets is a gasp of his name in response.

“Aww, poor baby, can barely think straight,” he punctuates his words with particularly deep thrusts. “Thats alright, cause I’ll take care of you.” His leans his head down to bite my collar bone, trying to leave marks.

I feel myself start to tighten even more around him, and he grunts.

“You gonna come?” he asks, near my ear.

“Y-yes,” I whine.

“Good girl,” he says, before reaching a hand between us to rut on my clit.

“C-Colt- it’s too much-“

“You’re just sensitive, sweetheart,” he says, applying more pressure. And finally, before I know it I’ve released with a shout of his name, and he’s holding me close, still thrusting lazily.

“I, uh, I’m going to-“ he starts.

“In me, Colt, in me!” desperation clouds my voice. I want him to fill me.

“I-uh, oh, he says, picking up the pace again until it’s just brutal, pounding into me until finally he stills, and I can feel him coming inside of me with a weak cry of my name. God, that’s hot.

“How do you feel?” he asks, his forehead on mine, kissing my nose.

“Full.”

His face scrunches up like he’s in pain. “God, you can’t just say that.”

I smile. “Pshh. But seriously I don’t think I’m going to be able to walk tomorrow.”

“Call in sick. I’ll call in sick with you,” he suggests. “We can watch our movies, and maybe have some more fun..?”

“I’d love nothing more. Also, Jody knew what she was doing when she made you sing that song.”

“No shit,” he laughed. “I was made for lovin’ you, baby.”

I shove his chest. “Cheesy!”

***

Bonus: the next morning:

I wake up wondering why my blankets are so heavy, until I feel light breathing in my ear.

He slept on me. He literally slept on top of me. I would laugh, but I can hardly breath.

“Colt,” I whisper. “Colt!”

“Heyy,” he says groggily.

“Can you move a little please?”

“Yeah, sorry,” he replies, kissing my ear.

“It’s okay, you’re a very nice weighted blanket,” I tell him. He laughs, leaning in to kiss me before I hear a buzz. Stupid phone.

“Don’t check it, stay here,” he urges, wrapping his arms around me.

“Clingy,” I chuckle. “I still need to call in sick though.”

“Fiiiine.”

I reach around for my phone, thankfully I somehow managed to get it to the nightstand. The buzz was a text from Jody.

“You finally banged him! Congrats! No need to come into work today, Sheila said she’d cover you. Proud of you, babe. X”

I start giggling hysterically. He reads it over my shoulder, and laughs with me. “She always knows,” he says.

“Yeah,” I laugh, setting my phone back on the nightstand and turning back to him and his messy hair. “She always knows.” I lean into kiss him, and he kissed back, softly and sweet.

I think I might actually be the luckiest woman in the world.

***

The End. 😘

[selfloverrrrrr]

The Fallen Angel~

Chapter 1

Masterlist , This Story Masterlist

( All characters are aged up/18+)

Minors Do Not Interact

Read the warnings carefully....if you don't like my stories block me not report

Warnings : love, fluff, a lot of plots, smut , heavy smut, unprotected sex, Noncon, Kidnapping, physically and emotional abuse, biting, torture, size difference, fallen angel gojo....

Summary: Gojo Satoru was an angel. But instead of falling in hell accidentally he falls on earth and got a life like humans. Then the story begins....

It was a sunny day. We all were doing our work. Cutting the wood and pack them for the royal family. The zenin family. We live in The Kingdom of Zenin family.

"Oi Geto...calm down. You're going to cut the earth with the wood with the pressure you are giving" Shoko said who was sitting on the floor beside where the boys Geto, Nanami and haibara were cutting the woods. Geto cackled. "Mhm.... don't say that Shoko! Geto is strong after all!" I said grabbing Geto's bicep and he winked at me. "Yeah yeah continue flirting with each other " Shoko said with a giggle.

"whatever you say.... anyways, guys guess what.... I've made a dessert.... it's too sweet... I've tried hope y'all gonna like it " I announced with both of my hands behind me and a cheeky smile. "We like everything you make y/n" Nanami said with a smile. "Awww thank you sooooo much Nanami!" I replied.

We all lived together. We all are friends. We means me, Shoko, Geto, Nanami and Haibara. We don't have parents. From our childhood we grew up together like that. We all live in one house. All of us are best friends. We help each other with anything. Geto was the strongest in our friend circle. As a human he's too strong! He's the one who always protects all of us from any danger.

It was almost the sun set. All woods were chopped for today. We girls tied those woods and took it to the cattle car who brings the woods to the castle. Geto, Nanami and Haibara were handing us the woods and me and Shoko were bringing those woods to the cattle car. Two soliders were standing beside the car.

"why are you still working so hard, y/n? When price Noya is ready to marry you and you can live a luxury life marrying him?" One of the solider said. "Why are you still talking so much instead of shutting your fucking mouth up knowing damn well that I can chop your damn head with this axe if say a single word again " Geto said glaring at the soliders. They quickly went to the car and went out from there.

"it's okey Geto... don't listen to them... you know that they always come and say that so I can say yes" I said putting a hand on his shoulder. "Nah nah... it's totally fine... Geto is just protecting his future wife" Shoko teased with a smirk.

Geto looked at Shoko and said "madam why don't you go and marry Haibara who is already your boyfriend?" Geto teased back. This time Shoko blushed. "Why are you blushing now ma'am?" I teased. We all laughed.

We all were laughing when suddenly we heard a loud sound. That came from our garden. The sound was like as if something fell in the garden. We all became silent. "What was that?" Nanami asked. "I'm thinking the same" Haibara said. "Let's see it together what was that" I said.

We all started walking towards the garden together. We were almost near the garden when we heard a groaning sound. Our heart was beating so loudly. We finally reached the garden. But what was that...? All of our eyes widened. We've never seen this in our whole life. There was a man on the ground of our garden. But he wasn't like normal human. He looks like a normal human but it has two big white wings on it's back.

Chapter 2 coming soon....

Tagging : @liciaforlife @candy69gurl @byakuya61085

[ladsofsorrow24]

OMG THAT'S SUCH A FUN CHAPTER I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT IT AHHHH

(also this makes me feels like the organization is indeed under kishibe, something like an anti-makima squad but this time it's just a small team to make sure denji didn't do anything stupid)

also, is this one of kobeni's siblings? i feel like maybe he(?) is...

look at these losers, i love them 😂💓

even yoshida can't handle the secondhand embarrassment from seeing asa fumbled so hard lol

also this panel and the last 2 pages are giving me... "we're gonna discuss bullying and conformity today" vibe

but honestly, i love how fujimoto showed just how... different denji and asa is. they're both outsiders, but denji has already accepted that status of him, and live his life how he wants. not only because he had experienced such... isolation from humans around him, but also because he had experienced love that was given to him unconditionally in a form of pochita, aki and power.

asa though, she's an outsider hiding in the shadows. she tried so hard to be accepted by her peers, and if that means pretending to get along with everyone? she will do just that. if that means ridiculing another person just to get away from being ridiculed? then she will do just that. which is exactly what she did to denji.

so... when iseumi (that mfing bitch) talked down to her like that... she might realized there's really nothing she can do to be accepted. no matter how much effort she do to conform to the standard of normalcy... she might still be hated for not performing it enough to make others comfortable.

but yeah i hope in this journey... asa gets to learn from denji on how to live in your truest sense. yes, denji's a bit of a goof, he took the money that he found in an empty building, he walk away and do his own things. but he doesn't pretend to play nice. i hope they can work together, but also i love seeing them be such a bitch to each other, it reminds me of hayakawa family dynamic... 😭💔

anyway, love this chapter! i wanna see more of asa's adventure to become a person who can be true to herself...

[iamumbra195]

Don't you love it when you get back into your childhood hyper-fixation that you remember very fondly as an adult and realize how fucking depressing the actual story is now that you have the capacity to understand it beyond cool fighting and characters, humor, and awesome friendships?

[michi-chelle]

in the span of a few hours rei won a moneymatch, won a deathmatch, had a fistfight with towa, had two emotionally heavy conversations, had like two mental breakdowns, and to top it all off lost his virginity? boy’s a fuckin machine lmaoooo

[lemongogo]

cant describe how nice it feels 2 see canon!vash again after bejng surrounded by fanon for days. its like waking uo from a nightmare . trimax vash my fresh glass of water

[ssreeder]

Petition to let jeeto smooch before you snatch them away <3 😚😚😚

[nulltune]

insanity (lynnsanity) is me going "my gawsh.... MARRY HAKUNO ALREADY?!??" to literally so many ppl from fate/extra canon bc their relationships n dynamics with hakuno is just TOO GOOODDD,,, but also me going "my gawsh... WHEN CAN I MARRY HAKUNO ALREADY?!?!?" because i facking love this moon binch sm i love hakuno kishinami...!!!!!!!!!!! 🐺🐺😫😫😭🥹🥹🫶❤️💘💓💗❣️💝❤️💝💞

[evienyx]

Fractures, Chapter Thirty-Seven: Piandao Interlude II

'A lesson in defining, and one in redefining, as well.'

- - -

I know, I know, it took a while. In my defense, a lot of shit happened. Whatever. This thing is 19.2k words, and is the last interlude of Book 1, so I hope you enjoy! Also, this means we'll be doing another interlude poll soon, so be prepared for that with either chapter 38 or 39, I'm sure.

The notes include a vague explanation as to my whereabouts, and then me rambling for a hot sec about the way Caldera works in this story.

Either way, I hope you enjoy!

[crystalkitty1220]

Welcome back to tumblr! Hope you enjoyed your break

It was very stressful. Ended up failing the marking period for English, but not by as much as I was failing before. Could still pull up the overall grade by the end of the semester.

[laesas]

Just wanted to pop in to say hi! And that

1) I absolutely LOVED that snippet you shared of Chay and Tankhun. Chay having nightmares and Khun comforting him? Amazing. Just. Khun being the brother for Chay that he himself wanted/needed is such a great concept in general, I'm very !!!! about it. 🥰

also 2) I couldn't help but notice this

in your tags, soooo.... May I ask about your Kinn vs Kim scene? 😉 Pretty please~

!!! Thank you!!

The Kinn v Kim scene is from chapter 2 of the same wip - Kinn calls Kim in to talk about his relationship with Chay. The following is the tail end of a huge argument:

“-and it’s your psycho ex that kidnapped him. The way I see it, it’s just you and Porsche fucking up, over and over and over again that put Chay in danger in the fucking first place.”

“Enough, Kimhan.” He’s playing at disinterested, but the muscle in Kinn’s jaw twitches. In the weighty silence that follows, Kinn takes a slow sip of whiskey. “Apologise, and end it. Stop stringing the kid along”

Rage boils in Kims chest again, his hands whip across the desk and rip the glass from his brothers hands, launching it across the room. The crystal tumbler explodes into a thousand glistening shards as as it hits the wall.

“You’re so full of shit Kinn. You’re a fucking hypocrite.” 

“Enough.” Kinn’s hands slam down onto the table as he rises. The sound echoes off the walls like a gunshot. 

“‘Stringing Chay along’-” Kim continues, his voice mocking “- as if you have a leg to stand on.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

Kinn’s expression is a storm, confusion and rage whip past his eyes until finally, finally Kinn’s face clouds in recognition. Guilt. Kim senses blood in the water.

“If he hadn’t been there-”

“Don’t” Kinn breathes. 

Kim pauses. He’s good at this. It’s exactly what he was born for. It’s exactly why he had to leave. Kinn can play at violence but Kim savours it, the moment before he twists the knife. A smile coils at the edge of his lips like a viper. As Kinn looks up, the words drip out of Kim’s lips. Quiet. Pointed. Venomous. 

“Big died for you,”

... Oof.

Context and meta under the cut

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Scene Context: After Kim posts the video, Chay has a breakdown and Porsche forces Kinn to call a meeting with Kim, essentially to tell him to leave Chay alone and let him heal. It starts off calm, Kinn trying to be a good older brother, but he's awkward and out of practice and they start misinterpreting eachother. It escalates slowly until Kim snaps. Kim rips Kinn to shreds over the way that Kinn and Porsche failed to protect Chay. Instead of recognising the anger as proof that Kim is actually in love with Chay. Kinn takes it to heart and goes back to his aloof mafia boss persona, believing Kim is just messing with Chay and telling him to "leave the kid alone".

Anyway!!! I'm glad you enjoyed the Khun + Chay wip! I just think they're so lovely. I haven't even started it yet but I'm beyond excited to write Tankhun being protective of Chay to Kim haha

Meta: Kinn and Kim are another favourite duo for completely different reasons. Kinn steps up to be the heir to protect his siblings and let Kim live a "normal" life. Despite Kim's desire for distance from the family business, Kim investigates Porsche and Chay, ultimately in an attempt to protect Kinn from the mole. They both love eachother deeply but have been brought up to view love as a weakness and in their outright refusal to acknowledge the fact that they are both acting out of love, they end up hurting eachother in the process.

Kim isn't even losing the argument. He's frustrated that Kinn is implying that he never cared about Chay but correcting him would mean admitting he's in love with Chay which is just as awful and laced with shame. Some part of him knows deep down that Kinn is right and he should leave Chay alone to heal. The thought is painful enough that he brings up Big, purely to hurt Kinn back. It ends the argument, but Kim realises too late how much it's hurt his brother. They've finally had a proper conversation, the first one in years, but it's one step forward, 10 steps back.

Ah yes. Pain and suffering. Delicious.

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[dangans-ur-ronpas]

attention;

read this fic. now

[kisskissgotohell]

it might need a reread once the full official tl comes out but i gotta say. based on one read, guardian (novel-only) did not feel like it actually went anywhere. it's like the novel equivalent of those posts where you learn something and the next reblog immediately refutes it. neutral experience.

[sylhea-raemi]

i'm going to cry this hits so hard

[zulemmita]

this is, no joke, the best shit i’ve ever read

[devoutjunk]

some novel scraps feat. sibling feelings

“He’d let me win again.” // “I let him think I still believed, like I had when we were children, that I’d won for real.”

and

“He didn’t offer to tow me along, though my kicks were faltering and uneven. He knew I’d refuse the help.” // “I wanted to take his grief from him (…) but I knew he wouldn’t thank me for it. (…) I followed in his wake.”

These two scenes that mirror each other in some ways (and that end two consecutive chapters) feel like they encapsulate Anna’s relationships with each of her brothers—the closeness and kinship w/ Nic, the closest to her in age, that’s warped or tempered by the fact that he still sees her as a child, or protects her as he couldn’t protect their dead sister, and the distance and reserve between her and Teo that actually belies another kind of closeness: an awareness of what each of them can give to each other, and what each of them can accept. But where she can sometimes approach being an equal with Nic, can sometimes have him see her as entirely herself, with Teo she never escapes the fact that she wears her dead sister’s face; he looks at her and will always see Jo first.