#like. I saw this scene again just and went...oh. OH.
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(cracks knuckles) ok so lemme tell you. from the moment i saw this event's masterlist, i was HOOKED by your fic. mean slytherin kai??? YES PLEASE??? gave myself a moment to sit down and really enjoy this fic so i could give you a proper review soooo… prepare yourself, because im completely normal! ^^
starting off with the smut being in his pov… ouuuu yes i love. i can’t remember the last time i read smut in the male lead’s pov, this was so interesting and refreshing (also i couldn’t help but get stuck on the fact that you used “cloying”. such a cool word just wanted to tell you!) but christ… what an opening scene!! this was such a good choice on your part, so many things were told about his character right off the bat— his refusal for intimacy when literally having sex, the degrading way he regards this girl, his dominance… oh lord i was squealing and kicking my feet!!! the fact that he physically pushed down this girl’s hand when she tried to kiss him??? ohhohohohoho ur so good… calling it a line he never crosses… AND WHEN HE WENT “should I?” AHHHHH i can’t. he’s so cold and arrogant and i LOVE IT
“She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight.” im not gonna get into it too much right now because it’s gonna come LATER, but it’s crazy how such small details like these manage to encapsulate your characters so much. it’s like you know all your characters like the back of your hand, im enamoured…
“He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him.” this sentence. DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? so good so yummy i can imagine him so perfectly… you’re so good at setting the tone, you make it seem effortless; the same goes for status, i absolutely adore that you go into small details like his pristine clothes, the way people react when he passes, the way kai doesn’t regard them— it really sells the whole idea that kai is above everyone, i love it!! EVEN MORE SO when he tries to intimidate a gryffindor, just to get a reaction out of him?? it’s like he needs to prove himself every chance he gets, and the fact that he gets so disappointed when he doesn’t get the reaction he wants is soooo…. fawk… i was a little intimidated… i was a little scared…
your writing is just so??? good??? you keep pulling out imagery left and right and it stuns me because it’s all so unique and not repetitive at all, which is so difficult to do! i love the little motifs that recur throughout (blades, cracks, blood, rot, etc) and how you manage to keep it fresh every time! I read “he could see the ache written in the curve of her back” and immediately ran to my notes to be like “woah!!! me like!!” and TRUST i will be pointing out the other ones i liked!!!
oh also him pretending like he didnt gaf and didn’t want to see mc was so funny to me. he’s just going “i have no choice, i don’t want to see this, idgaf!!” over and over just to get so entranced by her is so akdhadggk okay man. keep telling yourself you don’t care. (btw that whole sequence was SOOOO good!!!)
getting introduced to jay and chaweon was so interesting… i love getting thrown in a situation and be given the context later its my favorite kind of storytelling… it makes everything feel much more intense and trust, my hatred for chaewon is indeed INTENSE!!! when she called??? mc??? DIRTY???? oh i SCREAMED CAUSE HUH!!! but god, this interaction being the way the readers get the mc’s backstory… so delicious. again, you have the ability to set up tone/mood so nicely, and your imagery just amps that up to a 100. “You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say.” you are just so fucking cruel, you know twisting the knife inside of someone after stabbing them is just overkill!!! the fact that her life is just so rough that she even wishes she never got the letter is just so telling…
“Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.” this is just perfection. such an intense contrast that shows how the mc perceives herself,,, im giving you a kiss. right now.
MEETING JAY WAS SO. im just gonna repeat myself, but i just love the deliverance in your wording when it comes to certain characters, whether it be introducing them/giving them dialogue. his dismissiveness toward the mc, him laughing at her unease, his dialogue?? oh it’s so telling and i was immediately wary of him… “I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you.”/ “If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?” I can just hear that stupid arrogant tone as if what he’s saying is the most obvious thing… good job! I hate him. 💗
HIS PERSISTENCE. THE REVEAL THAT IT WAS ALL A BET. OUHHHHH IM RAGING I HATE THIS GUY!!! him trying to chase after her and asking to talk is such a slap in the face (haha) like??? oh WHO IS YOU!! (also let me tell you the sentence “his form clinging to your shadow” is so fucking cool. just imagining him trying to grab her but not being close enough… your imagery breathes life into this fic)
the switch to kai…. oh 💞💞💞 i can’t i just love his character so effing much. the way he perceives the mc, the way he watches her… the way he grins 🤤 i need him soooooo bad its not even funny. the way he sees her crying and gets HORRNNNNEEEY like wtf do you mean you wanna be the one to make her cry instead($^(#^)& UNDER HIS??? HANDS???MOUTH??NAME??? EXCUSE ME!!? (yes PLEASE!)
this little opposites attract moment you have with kai and mc is just so interesting because of how intense it is, and holy fucking shit i cannot believe i just came to this realization while i typed this up im so fawking dumb: kai’s upbringing was so meticulous, crafted into the perfect leader, someone who can charm his way through anything but can still control the room with a single glance… he was given a formula, given the world, given more attention than he knows what to do with; he’s calm, collected, perfect. and then the mc… is quite literally his counterpart. no family (she’s an orphan right? or rather, adopted? did i pick that up correctly?) mistreated and ignored, forced to care after herself and figure out life, which inevitably flipped itself on its head when she was accepted into hogwarts, a complete 180 from her muggle life.. a storm of trauma and emotions she doesn’t know how to regulate, with powers that are way out of her league [or so she deems] unapologetically herself, unapologetically imperfect. it’s no wonder kai would be drawn to her, she’s everything he’s never been allowed to be!
when kai decides to chase after her, “like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.” (let me just say, the same metaphor for jay and kai, only one is clinging and the other is stretching out? come on. you’re joking.) ouuuu you. you you you you you when i get my hands on you!!! so interesting how the mc knows she’s being followed, and kai doesn’t really care about being subtle?? their dynamic is just so interesting, and kai is so forward it makes me squeal… “The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch.” TO FEEL IF YOU WOULD FLINCH YEOOOWWWW HOW INTENSE!!! this whole interaction was just perfection. crazy first (official) meeting, but hell yeah!
people whispering how dare she? for beating the shit outta jay… grrrr we lowkey gotta kill them. mc not explaining herself bc she knew no one would care anyway… oh we gotta bomb the school! (too much? sorry.) also, i would love to learn more about mc and her powers; i know it was already pretty well established in this fic in regards of what they are and her struggles with them, but i just find it so interesting… something that has the potential to bring her to the top yet is frowned upon, alienates her, and she tries to suppress… i just find it so interesting, along with chaewon’s (ex)friendship with the mc! so much worldbuilding… me love. oh, and her snap at chaewon?? “I have power. You just have a last name.” YESSSSS QUEEN!!! oh everyone cheered. clapped. whistled. screamed, even.
AND KAIS ENTRANCE UGGGGHHHHHHH 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 YOU ARE SO CRUEL FOR MAKING HIM SO FUCKING HOT the fact the you wrote that he was STAKING HIS CLAIM MEOWWWWW im a melted puddle of kai brainrot you cannot be doing this to me its just. not fair!! also why the hell is this man saying he “didn’t do it for me”??? is there a secret third person getting bullied by chaewon in this room that we just didn’t know about??
but ough… mc finally breaking down after having to pretend to be strong… this poor girl.. can i just say, despite you mentioning previously that kai was taught to listen and look into someone’s eyes while thinking a million different things, this didn’t feel like that at all… it was just such a raw and intimate moment, the fact that hueningkai didn’t try to use some flowery language to comfort her, didn’t do anything unnecessary,, but just stood there… just to be there. and the kiss… and the fact that it had yet to develop any passion, bc hueningkai is just so confused on why he’s so drawn to her,, “He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to” god its like you want me to kill myself i hate you. him also being shaken by the kiss… just to tell her to stop crying bc it ruins her face 😭😭😭 god i love him. I LOVE HIM!!!
my goodness, you really did your big one with this fucking character. i love when kai is written in a more cold manner, it’s such a weakness for me; i love that you made him soooo forward, it’s so ridiculously hot. he knows what he wants and doesn’t care that they have different statuses, which is sooo incredibly HOT?? i wondered if it would be a dilemma between the two (as if he’d be repulsed by her or reluctant to chase after her) but the fact that it’s not is SO REFRESHING you have no idea!! him just following her around like a guard dog…. dude my knees are weak. i need to shake you by the shoulders and scream at you so you can realize what this man is doing to me.
the scene where the mc was having a panic attack was so !!! important to me !!! kai doing something as simple as feeling her pulse and telling her to continue walking with him…. then holding her hand… oh em gee… need that… also yunjin coming up to her after and asking if she was kai’s gf.. and not being super mean and jealous ?! again,,, this is like a breath of fresh air.. it’s not like i hate cliches (love them) but i also find it interesting when you’re just met with the unexpected… like. yunjin’s chill as fuck! okay queen! saying he’s obsessed with the mc… 😖 and calling him unwell LMFAO she’s so chill i wasn’t familiar with her game…
“I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.” this line is so crazy good i ate that shit UPPPP i always think abt that trope where it’s like. idk how to explain it… people that know they’re bitches are more real/better than a person who hides behind a fake persona and tries to convince themselves they’re not rotted… idk. yunjin reminds me of that.
now lets get to this final scene shall we… everything about this was genuinely perfect. i loved hearing kai talk about his upbringing, talk about how cruel it was but not seeing it that way bc yk… it’s what he grew up with. “He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.” you and that fucking figurative language i cannot believe you just write this shit down like nothing i cant STAND YOU (marry me? ^^)
“I look for you when you’re not around.” DO YOU KNOW IM CRAZY??? IM HUNTING YOU DOWN!!!!
the smut…. im speechless…. kai constantly asking for consent FAWWKKKKK GRRRRRRR I CANT DEAL WITH THIS. YOU CAN TELL ME TO STOP ANYTIME>????A{OEGT&)&)U JJST FUCKING. SHOOT ME!!! “Here?” / “You want me here?” HES SOOOOO>??!>!$@$ im malfunctioning. NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED NEED GIMME GIVE ME HIM NOW
the teasing. the dirty talk. him being a fawking EATTERRRRR MEOWWWWW
HIM CONSTANTLY. FUCKING. KISSING HER. EVERYWHERE. HE JUST. CANT STOP. KISSING HER. DO YOU KNOW. IM FUCKING CRAZY. YOU HAVE THREE DAYS.
everything about that was just so sweet… so good and charged with emotions and pining, the way they lingered around each other, meticulously cleaning up not because it needed to be perfect, but because it meant having an excuse to stay longer…
the callback to the mc fixing the bed, focused on symmetry. him not caring about it and instead being fixated solely on her. oh FUCK YOU!!!
“Why would you change for me?”
“Because you made me want to,”
oh sigh…. i need to be institutionalized after this. this was just so… soooo perfect… (but also can i say it’s interesting that kai’s first instinct is to mold himself completely around her? it really is all he knows, in a way… it’s okay to be you kai…) BUT ALSO i can recognize the sweetness and adoration that comes with wanting to be like your partner, wanting to understand them more in order to reach a better closeness. i just love overanalyzing !
ALRIGHT now let me move onto these following quotes that i just found so interesting and that i wanted to talk about on their own!
“you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold.” / “boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots” / “Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.” / “A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth,” / “You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.”
i just wanted to dive a little further into the whole “you have motifs that keep appearing in your figurative language for each character” thing, because this is truly so interesting and (in my personal opinion) a huge standout in your writing! (or at least, this fic? i’ll have to read more of your works to prove this theory… hehe) like how the mc is constantly associated with rot/ruin/cracks, and how kai is always associated with silver/blades ? (THE FACT THAT YOU USED SILVER BLADE INSTEAD OF SILVER SPOON YOURE A GENIUSSS) and how the themes of power and legacy are also associated with rot/decay… and how there’s a lot of recurring metaphors of blood… i can’t it really is just so amazing to read and pick up on. it just sets up this subconscious premise in the reader’s mind on how they should feel about certain things, gives them physical imagery/ imagery that appeals to the senses and just really elevates the feelings one gets… idk, the fact that you used blooming like mold is so crazy to me. how do you come up with this?? were you blessed by the gods? i hope you know that at some point, i just started cussing you out in my notes.
okay! let me just say, despite my really, really aggressive review and reactions, i loved this story!! so much!!! i truly think you’re such an incredibly talented writer, you have such a good grasp on imagery and your characters that you manage to intertwine both and elevate your story so much more. the plot was absolutely perfect, im such a sucker for jaded characters like kai, your fic had me hooked from the day it was announced, and i was so excited to see that it was finally out! i’ll add a final comment on the playlist; i was so surprised to see that it went for a much softer, loving sound, but i truly think it fits. it’s so gentle and just added to that yearning that we got in the fic… 10/10, amazing. (die for you, paramore, and w2e in one playlist?? Oh, your mind…) i enjoyed this fic sooooo soso much, i wish i were hit in the head and given memory loss so i could experience this for the first time again. amazing work, im in love with you!
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pairing: slytherin!kai x gryffindor!reader
He was supposed to look away. He was never supposed to crave the one who didn't belong.
warnings: hogwarts au, set in college age, romance redemption, strangers to lovers, pureblood/halfblood societal norms, mdni. bullying!, family!trauma.
smutwarnings: virginity-loss, missionary, oral!fem receiving.
wc: 10k — playlist
𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: so happy to be part of this event! thank you to my girls, rain, ash yun and nina for being awesome ily all ^.^ see the event masterlist here.

He grips the back of her head, his fingers sinking into her hair as he thrusts into her with a steady, punishing rhythm. Skin into skin. Her soft moans turn ragged, a needy, breathless chorus in the dimly lit room. The air is thick with the cloying scent of her perfume, almost too sweet, making his head swim.
“m-more, Kai, please,” she whimpers, her nails scraping at his shoulders, her legs tightening around his hips.
He smirks. They always beg the same way.
He watches her, how her lips part with every gasp, her brows knit in desperate pleasure but as she reaches up, her fingers brushing against his jaw, he knows what she’s after.
A kiss.
He shoves her hand down, ignoring the flash of irritation in her eyes. He doesn’t want to see that. He doesn’t want to see anything but her writhing beneath him as he chases his own high.
He keeps pounding into her, the bed creaking under them, her breaths turning into sharp cries. When he feels himself tip over the edge, he holds her hips still, burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard into the condom. He stays there for a moment, head bowed, catching his breath. He pulls out and steps back, his chest heaving. She lies flushed and trembling, a sheen of sweat on her skin, her hair a tangled mess. He’s already made her release twice tonight, but he can’t find it in himself to press his lips to hers.
A line he never crosses.
She sits up, tugging down the hem of her uniform skirt, smoothing it over her thighs. She ties her hair back in a tight ponytail, her green scarf slightly wrinkled. She watches him with narrowed eyes, her lips still parted and pink. “Why don’t you ever kiss me?” Yunjin says finally, her tone somewhere between curiosity and frustration. “I used to think it was just me… but I talked to some of the other girls you’ve hooked up with. You never kiss them either.”
He shrugs, his eyes heavy-lidded and dark as he tugs on his jeans. “Should I?”
“Asshole.” Yunjin’s voice is clipped, her eyes sharp with hurt as she stands up. She can’t let him be the one to leave first, not tonight. She smooths down her skirt and grabs her bag, shoulders squared as she heads for the door.
Heuning Kai just watches her, his lips quirking into a lazy smirk. He’s known her since their first year, long enough to read every flicker of her mood, how she tries to cover her hurt with anger, how she thinks he can’t see it.
He doesn’t bother trying to stop her. He doesn’t have to.
She leaves with her head high and her footsteps light, and he doesn’t move until the door clicks shut behind her. He shakes his head, a small huff under his breath as he stands and tugs his jeans back up, his shirt still undone.
Kissing. It’s always been too intimate, too close; something that feels like more than he can give. He’s never been interested in playing at something deeper than what they already have. He’s never found the will to do it.
He glances at the rumpled sheets. He will need to have them smoothed out, made right again. Things should be neat, aligned.
He has always hated disorder, the way it jars the symmetry he craves.
He strides through the grand halls with the effortless poise of someone who believes the castle itself was built for him. Every step is confident, his polished shoes clicking softly on the stone floor. When someone calls his name, he turns enough to flash them a half-look. His name is on everyone’s lips. His robes are cut to perfection, dark green and silver threads woven just so, a mark of being a pureblood heir and wealth. He sees the girls watching from the corners, cheeks flushed. Some whisper to each other, others just stare in open admiration. The boys in his own house, look at him with a mix of camaraderie and begrudging deference. They share the same colors and the same crest, but not the same steep.
He doesn’t slow down for them. The air around him seems to shimmer with an arrogance that doesn’t need to be spoken aloud.
Everyone knows who he is and what he represents.
He’s about to turn the corner when someone barrels into his shoulder. He glances up, finding himself face-to-face with a student dressed in vivid red.
A Gryffindor.
“Honestly, must you always be this clumsy?” Kai sneers, his voice dripping with scorn as he glares at the boy. There’s no kindness in his eyes, just the sharp gleam of someone who delights in cutting others down. He’s never had patience for Gryffindors, the way they strut around, so certain of their own virtue, as if bravery alone could make them special.
“Watch where you’re going next time,” he adds with a thin smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “Or did you leave that famous Gryffindor courage somewhere behind you?”
He hates their pride, their blind sense of righteousness. It’s always been a sore spot for him — the ones in this house always seem so sure of their own moral, so quick to wear it like a crown. They don’t understand real power. They don’t understand how quickly their loud ideals can be torn apart.
“Careful,” he murmurs. “Not everyone here is as forgiving as I am.”
The Gryffindor boy shoves his hands down into his pockets and walks off without a word. Kai’s smirk falters, turning into a disappointed scowl when he realizes he won’t get the reaction he was hoping for.
He turns back to his locker, swinging the door open and rifling through his books. His fingers move. A sudden burst of laughter echoes from the other side of the hallway, loud and grating. He can’t see them, but the harsh, triumphant cackle is enough. Another group of Gryffindors, undoubtedly.
He hates how their lockers are practically pressed up against his own. How he has to see them every day, laughing like the world is theirs for the taking. It makes his skin prickle with annoyance.
He heard them leave.
With a grunt, he shut his own locker and started toward his first class, but not without catching a faint, choked sound from the direction of the lockers he hated so much.
It’s not that he’s curious. It’s not that he wants to see it.
It’s just that it’s on his way, like a grain of sand stuck in his shoe, like a pedestrian standing in the road he needs to cross. A path he has to take, whether he likes it or not.
At the end of the row, a girl is crumpled in defense, her face hidden in her hands. Her shoulders are trembling, the soft, broken sounds slipping past her lips even as she tries to swallow them down. Even from here, he could see the ache written in the curve of her back, in the way her breath hitched and faltered. The world feels too bright around, the hallway too bright and uncaring.
He breathes.
How hurt must she be to let someone else see her so wrecked, so undone?

"I am not the Darkling" he said softly, his eyes searching mine. "I am not the monster you think I am."
You echo the words under your breath, the pages of your battered book trembling slightly in your hands. You feel your eyes burn, but you don't dare blink. The darkling tried dragged her into the dark, but it was her light, Alina, that ended up swallowing him whole.
Fairy tales for the lonely. Lies stitched into paper and ink. Because in the real world, no one survives being consumed by someone else.
And no one asks to be.
“Hey.” You hear your name. When you glance up, Chae Won is standing over you, eyes sharp with contempt.
She’s supposed to be your friend. A fellow Gryffindor.
Without warning, she snatches the book from your hands and grabs your wrist, yanking you up from where you’d been sitting quietly on the floor. “Can we just stop this, please? I—”
“Stop what?” she snaps, already stepping closer. “Crying to Jay? Playing the victim again?” His name stops you cold.
She doesn’t let up. Her hand fists your hair, enough to hurt. “Do you forget you’re a Muggle-born?” she hisses. “And him? He’s everything people want. We were fine before you. You just had to show up, cry to him like some helpless little thing, and now he thinks you're this princess he has to save.”
Chae Won shoves you hard against the lockers. The metal slams cold into your back, the sound echoing down the empty hallway. She leans in, eyes burning, and says the one thing that never stops hurting, no matter how many times you've heard it. “You’re dirty.”
And just like that, you’re six again.
Not here. Not now. But back in that cold, too-quiet house where no one looked like you. Where you sat at the dinner table and watched mouths move around you like you weren’t even there. Where you learned, early and without being told, how to be invisible.
Where no one taught you how to belong.
You don’t say anything. The words are there, caught in your throat, but they taste like shame. They always have.
The afterthought. The charity case. Strange eyes. Odd temper.
You were the one who showed up on the doorstep with nothing but a trunk and a name no one knew how to say. You tried your best to earn your place, to blend in, to make yourself useful, but they still looked at you like you were something foreign. Something misplaced.
In the darkest corners of the night, you wished you’d never gotten the letter. That magic had skipped over you. That your name had never burned through that parchment. Never touched a wand. Maybe then, you could’ve had a normal life. One where you didn’t have to watch your adopted siblings shine in a world that only ever dimmed you.
Because then maybe, just maybe, you’d get to be normal.
Not this. Not the ghost haunting a place that was never yours. Not the muggle-born mistake among children who made spells sing on their tongues, while yours stuttered, cracked, and bled.
You didn’t even feel that you were crying.
Chaewon stares down at you with a cruel smirk, almost entertained by your tears. You’re frozen, your chest tightening, looking like a ghost of yourself. Pathetic. That’s probably what she’s thinking. Then she shoves you again hard. Your body hits the cold locker room tiles with a sickening thud, pain through your spine. You flinch, but you don’t even try to get up.
“Tell anyone,” she sneers, leaning down. “and you’ll regret it.”
They left you right after that.
No one would believe it anyway. You’ve spent your whole life fighting, pretending you're fine, building yourself up just to keep surviving. You wear strength like armor. But now?
Now you’re nothing but shattered pieces on the floor. No one saw you break. No one knows how hard you cried.
No one fucking knows.
"What?" Your voice comes out sharper than you meant, caught off guard.
It was the morning after — after everything and Jay had found you outside like he always does. The golden boy of Gryffindor, the one everyone seemed to adore without question. For months, he'd been chasing you. Sweet smiles, thoughtful words, persistent in his way. He asked you out more times than you could count and a month ago, you said yes.
That was why Chaewon hated you more now than ever.
Jay leans in across the picnic table, casual and unbothered like nothing had shifted in your world. Like you hadn’t spent the night before crumpled on a locker room floor, swallowing sobs and blood.
"I said you should sneak into my dorm later," he repeats. You blink at him. You had planned this picnic, thought maybe today would give you a moment of peace. A needed softness, but now his words float in the air like smoke, invasive and unexpected. He doesn’t notice the way your hands tremble slightly. Or if he does, he says nothing.
You swallow hard.
"Why would I do that? I could get caught," you say, your voice uneasy, the words tumbling out. Jay laughs, it was as if your nerves are a joke to him.
"Come on," he says, grinning. "It’s been a month now. I wanna be with you. Do that thing with you."
Your stomach turns. You might be naive but you’re not stupid. You open your mouth to say something, to maybe ask what he really means, to question the way he’s looking at you like he’s owed something, but he cuts you off. "If you really liked me, you’d do it too. You know?"
You look at him, stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. The boy you thought wanted you for you is now dangling your feelings like bait on a hook. "That... that won’t prove if I like you or not,"
"What do you mean?" he asks, brows furrowing. "So you don’t wanna do it?"
"Of course I would," you say quickly, your throat tightening. "But not right—"
"Not right now?" He scoffs, shaking his head. "That’s always your excuse."
"Excuse?"
He leans back, annoyed. "You know, if you don’t want me, just say it."
You freeze. His next words come out in a bitter, quiet mumble, like he doesn’t even realize he’s saying them aloud. "If this wasn’t for a stupid bet, I wouldn’t—"
"What?" Your voice is almost breathless. Cold rushes through your chest like someone ripped the air straight from your lungs. He doesn’t answer. His eyes widen, just for a second — just long enough to tell you everything you needed to know.
Your mind races. You remember the guilt that bloomed in your chest every time you turned him down, thinking you were the one being difficult. You remember how sad he looked when you said no, how it made you feel like you were failing him. How you apologized for it, over and over, thinking you were the one ruining things.
You remember trying, really trying to open up. The effort it took to prioritize someone else's wants over your own. The nights you rehearsed words in your head, how to say things gently, carefully, so he wouldn't feel rejected. You remember the ache of being left out, how his friends would talk around you like you were invisible. The silence when you spoke. The forced smiles when they laughed at jokes you didn’t understand because they were never meant for you.
You remember Chaewon's cruelty and you remember convincing yourself it was all worth it because he chose you.
"I was a fucking bet?" Your voice comes out hoarse. You stare at him, this boy who once looked like something good. Something kind. All that softness you thought you saw in him feels like a lie now.
You can feel the fire start to rise in your blood. You wore the same house colors.
"I—It was from the start, but then—"
“We’re done.” A blade slipped between the ribs.
You stand, your eyes focused on anything but him. You don’t look at the people beginning to notice, don’t care about the whispers. Your chest is hollow and screaming, but your face doesn’t show it. You walk the grounds like your heart isn’t shattering with every step.
You feel him behind you, his frantic footsteps, his form clinging to your shadow. You feel the stares, the weight of every eye on you.
"Can we please talk?" he pleads, his hand wraps around your wrist.
You turn your head and slap his face so hard it echoes. He doesn’t even get to process it before your foot collides with his, a sharp kick that throws him off balance. Pain, humiliation — all of it written across his face now for everyone to see.
“I said we’re done.” Your voice cracks but not out of weakness. It cracks from the sheer force of holding back everything you could’ve screamed. "You're evil."
He’s looking at you now like he’s the one broken. You turn, this time for good. Your body is trembling, anxiety crawling beneath your skin like a thousand needles, but your steps are steady. You're done.

Kai lounged on the stairway, tuning out the crude, drunken laughter of his housemates as they bragged about the girls they’d had the night before. Their voices blurred into nothing. His eyes scanned the grounds lazily, flashes of yellow, green, blue, red, the usual mess of students he barely cared to notice.
He saw you.
He saw you and remember how you cried that night.
He leaned forward without thinking, resting his chin on his hand, the world narrowing to just you. Everything else fell away against the blinding, face of yours. You moved with a kind of arrogance he recognized instantly: head high, steps sharp, like the world didn’t deserve you. The fire in your eyes. Typical of your house — spoiled, untouchable. He should’ve been bored.
He couldn’t look away. He couldn't stop hearing remembering your soft whimpers the night before.
A boy in red caught up to you, fumbling for your attention, desperate to be seen. Kai watched, as you turned to him with a look of pure disdain. The boy stammered something, like he was apologizing. You slapped him. Hard.
Kai’s mouth curved into a slow, wicked grin.
You didn’t stop there. You kicked the boy’s foot out from under him, angrily spat a few words he couldn’t catch, and walked off, not even glancing back. Kai’s eyes stayed locked on you, tracking every furious step you took across the grounds. You tried to hide it; the tremble in your hands, the way you blinked too fast but he caught it.
You're crying.
His chest tightened, something crawled under his skin. How much sweeter would it be if he were the one to do it? He could already picture it: your pride, your voice breaking, your pretty face crumpling; under his hands, under his mouth, under his name. Not for some sniveling boy, but for him.
Only him.
You didn’t even know his name. He stayed where he was, eyes following your broken form.
Kai had grown up as the only son of a pureblood family, where reputation bled deeper than blood, and control was not a suggestion but a rule etched into the spine of every morning. He was taught to be composed, restrained, untouchable — never too loud, never too soft. Smile, but not too often. Speak, but only when it matters. Feel, but never let it show.
He’d been raised that way.
His life was built on legacy. Emotions were weakness. Kindness was liability. He was not held, not comforted, not loved — only shaped.
They carved obedience into him like marble.
He watched his father hold entire rooms in silence with nothing but a stare. Watched him speak to people as if their existence was a favor, an inconvenience he barely tolerated and everyone listened. Everyone bowed. He learned early that power wasn’t just about magic.
He wore it well. Better than most.
He learned how to mimic empathy without feeling it. He learned how to laugh on cue, how to listen without caring, how to look someone in the eye while thinking of a thousand other things.
He drifted through life half-asleep, wearing the world like an ill-fitting coat. Friends, lovers, enemies; it was all noise. Meaningless. Predictable.
You were raw, undone, human. Everything he wasn’t. Everything he had been taught to crush.
What would it take to ruin you completely?
With every difiance in his body he stood up. He found himself taking step forward. Kai moved before he realized he was moving.
The sound of his housemates' laughter faded behind him, smothered under the pounding in his ears. He descended the steps with the same cold precision he was raised with, but something feral stirred beneath his ribs. His strides were steady, calculated, like a shadow stretching to meet its mark.
You were walking fast, too fast, your back stiff and your steps clipped. Anger clung to you like perfume, sharp and choking. He trailed you from a safe distance, ignoring the students who brushed past, oblivious. All he saw was the set of your shoulders, the shake in your hands. He could practically taste the heat radiating off you.
You turned a corner. So did he.
You passed the greenhouses, cut through the arch, your pace stuttering as if your own breath was betraying you. You didn’t notice him. Or maybe you did. Maybe you felt it — that feeling like you're being watched, hunted. The air changed around you.
Kai waited until you slowed near the old stone path that led toward the empty wing of the castle. Then he spoke.
His voice didn’t waver. “Why did you hit him?”
You stopped walking.He watched your back rise with a breath, then you turned.
Your eyes met. For the first time.
Up close, you looked even more dangerous. Even more breakable. Fire and ruin, cloaked in pride. Your lips were trembling, but your jaw was clenched. He took a slow step closer, tilting his head slightly, studying your face like it was a spell he hadn’t learned yet. Something unreadable flickered in your eyes — recognition? fear? anger?
He spoke again. “Is he the one who made you cry?”
Your fingers curled at your sides. You narrowed your eyes, not answering, as if silence could keep you safe.
Kai smiled, cruel. “You're not very good at hiding it.”
“I heard you last night,” he said, voice so calm it almost sounded kind. “In the hallway. You were crying.”
Your expression twisted. “Were you spying on me?”
“Observing,” he corrected, as if it mattered. “You’re... difficult to ignore.”
You scowled and turned to walk away, but this time he moved,faster than you expected, cutting into your path. “Your name,” he said. “Tell me.”
You stared at him like he was insane. Like something in him wasn't right and you were right. Something wasn't right. “What, so you can tell your little pureblood friends? Have a laugh?”
“So I'll know what to call you.”
Your breath hitched. He didn’t smile this time. His eyes dropped to your mouth, then back to your eyes. He could see it, the flicker of panic behind your bravado, the instinct to run, the ache in your throat from holding everything in. And yet, you didn’t move. You stayed rooted.
Still burning. Still human.
Still too much for someone like him.
“You're insane,” you said.
“I've been told.” Kai murmured. The wind caught your hair, brushing it across your cheek. His fingers twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch it, feel if it was as soft as it looked, feel if you would flinch. “Tell me your name,” he said again.
You stared at him for a long time. Seconds stretched like hours. A war in your eyes, as you spoke your name. Maybe if you gave him your name, he would leave you alone.
“Wasn’t hard,” he said softly, almost mockingly. “Was it?”
He stared at you for a second longer, and when you didnt answer him he turned and walked away; no grand gestures, no parting words. A slow retreat, like he’d taken exactly what he came for. You stayed frozen in place, blinking hard, as if shaking off some invisible fog. The anger you felt with Jay minutes ago completely erased in your mind.
You told yourself he was just another entitled, pureblood brat playing mind games. But somehow… you knew he wasn’t done with you.
It was a surprise that you didn't cry a tear when you returned to your dorms that night.
The sun filtered through the high windows in thin, silver lines, catching on the dust that hovered in the still morning air. Breakfast chatter filled the Great Hall.
You walked in alone. As usual.
Your boots echoed softly against the stone as you passed through the threshold, robes hanging heavy off one shoulder, the collar of your uniform just slightly wrinkled. Your hair was pulled back, but loose strands clung to your cheeks from where you’d barely bothered to dry it. There were shadows under your eyes. A bruise of exhaustion, of restraint.
People noticed. They always did.
You could feel it, the way heads tilted toward each other when they thought you weren’t looking, how eyes followed you just long enough to make your skin crawl. It wasn’t new.
That’s her, they’d whisper. Muggleborn. Dangerous. Did you hear what she did to that Golden boy? How dare she?
You could’ve explained. You could’ve said he tricked you. Said he turned you into a bet, but you’d learned a long time ago, they never really wanted your side of the story.
You crossed the room, spine straight, steps controlled, passing the long tables like you didn’t notice the silence blooming around you like mold. You sat at the edge of your table. Your plate filled with food, untouched by your hand. A flick of your fingers beneath the table, no wand. No words.
A few first-years flinched.
Your fingers hovered over the rim of your goblet, then curled back. You weren’t hungry. You hadn’t slept much. A voice still rang in your head like a spell that hadn’t worn off.
“So I'll know what to call you.”
Kai sat three tables over, surrounded by his housemates; all perfectly-groomed pureblood sons and daughters of old families, boys with bloodlines like poisoned roots. He wasn’t speaking. He rarely did, but his gaze was fixed on you like a blade laid flat across your skin. He didn’t look smug. He didn’t smirk. He just watched. As if you were something worth waiting for.
You held his gaze. Steadily.
He didn’t look away. The last time you locked eyes with someone like that, they ended up on the floor, clutching their ribs, coughing blood, but Kai didn’t flinch.
He simply raised a single brow, like he was inviting you to do it. Daring you. Testing the temperature of your fury. You clenched your jaw and shoved your chair back, the scrape echoing louder than it should’ve.
Screw the eggs. Screw the toast. Screw this whole bloody castle and the way it always stank of legacy and rot.
And just as you stood, “Filthy little freak. Thinks she’s special.”
Your fingers twitched. You didn’t need a wand. The goblet in front of the boy crushed. Water soaked his robes. Gasps echoed. You didn’t look back. You kept walking.
You weren’t afraid of what you could do. You were afraid of how easy it was now.
The doors slammed behind you as you left the Great Hall, but you didn’t get far. You’d barely made it into the courtyard, “Well, if it isn’t our little wandless wonder.” The steps behind you were deliberate. Stiletto-sharp. The sound of privilege. You turned around.
Chae-won stood there, arms folded, robes pristine, her platinum hair twisted in a perfect knot that screamed power. Her prefect badge gleamed on her chest like it mattered. And behind her, always behind her. trailed two other girls.
“Chae-won,” you said flatly.
Her smile was razor-thin. “Did you think we wouldn’t hear? Poor Jay.”
“What?”
“You slapped him. Humiliated him. In front of everyone,” she hissed. “He was apologizing, you freak.”
“You know nothing.”
Chae-won’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, please. He did something, or what? That gives you the right to act like some dark creature in the middle of the grounds?”
You didn’t flinch. “I said you know nothing.”
Chae-won blinked, her voice lowered to something crueler. “So? Do we care about a mudblood like you?”
You looked at her. Really looked. And wondered how many people had handed her the world and called it earned. You remember the first year you were friends, the first year she knew all of you, and the once smile on your face whenever you see her. It all became a blur when people looked at you as a misfit.
Your hands twitched again.
“You planning to explode something else?” Chae-won taunted. “Go on. Show us what you can do. Everyone’s already terrified. Might as well give them a real show.”
You stepped forward. “You want to know the difference between you and me?” Chae-won raised a brow.
“I have power. You just have a last name.”
Her jaw tightened, but before she could respond, before she could reach for her wand or hurl another insult, a voice broke through from behind: “Chae-won.” She froze.
Kai stood a few feet away, arms crossed, eyes locked not on her but on you.
“I’d stop if I were you,” he said, calm, lazy, terrifying.
Chae-won blinked like she hadn’t heard him right. “Excuse me?”
“I’m not repeating myself,” His shoulder brushed yours, intentional as he passed and stood between you and her. Not defending you, but as if staking a claim.
Chae-won’s face burned. “This has nothing to do with you, Kai.”
“It does.”
She stood there for a second, jaw clenched, then scoffed. “Figures. Your house never know where to keep your standards.” Then with one last look at you, all venom and fury, she turned and stormed off, her little shadows flurrying after her.
You looked at Kai. “You didn’t have to do that.”
He didn’t look at you. “I didn’t do it for you.” And yet, he was still standing there. Still between you and the world.
You hated how you lived your years.
You hated the way your life had built itself around survival; around silence, around swallowing things that no one else ever seemed to choke on. You hated that you were born like this, like a wrong answer in a question nobody asked.
You hated that once, long ago, you’d called Chae-won your friend. That you’d laughed with her, studied with her, braided her hair in the dormitory mirror. You hated that she knew all the parts of you worth breaking and now she used them like blades.
You hated that even now being Muggleborn wasn’t enough. Wasn’t already a mark on your back. No, you had to be different, too. You had to wield wandless, wordless magic, the kind they couldn’t control, couldn’t track, couldn’t replicate and that made them stare, like you were unnatural.
You hated that, out of all the people in this castle, the one who wouldn’t look away was him.
Kai. A stranger. A Slytherin. A boy born with a silver knife in his mouth, and the gall to look at you like he saw past your fury, like he saw you about to break.
You walked away; fast, sharp steps that echoed off the stone corridor — hoping he wouldn’t follow.
He did.
You didn’t stop him. You hated that, too.
You didn’t speak, didn’t glance back, you kept walking until the hallway emptied behind you. Until there were no portraits, no prefects, no Chae-won, no whispering mouths. A stone and silence and the feeling of someone watching you like a match watches a flame.
When you reached the end of the corridor, where the light didn’t quite reach and the air felt still and forgotten, you stopped. Your shoulders rose once, then fell. The first sob cracked out of your chest so violently it startled even you.
You tried to cover it, your hand flying up to your mouth, like that would make it less pathetic, but it didn’t matter. You were already shaking, already crying, already too human to stop it now.
Behind you, he didn’t say anything.
You sank down against the wall slowly, like your legs had given out — not from fear, not from pain but from carrying it all too long. The silence between you pulsed, thick and unkind, and still he stayed. No comfort. No lies.
“I didn’t want it to be like this,” you whispered, not even knowing if you meant your life, or this day, or this moment. Maybe all of it. You could feel his eyes on you. You could feel the way he was listening.
“What do you want from me?” you asked, voice raw.
You wiped your cheek with the back of your hand, angry at yourself for crying like this in front of him of all people. Your lips trembled, and your vision blurred, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away.
And Kai just sat there.
Watching. Unmoving. Unbothered.
Or so you thought.
Kai exhaled slowly, like a man tired of waiting, because watching you; ruined, furious, crying and still managing to burn like a goddamn wildfire — it made something unravel inside him. Something unholy. Something that clawed its way up from beneath all the manners and legacy and careful obedience.
You, with your defiance. You, with your trembling hands and splintering voice. You, who didn���t even look his way.
You felt too much. You burned too brightly. You cracked in places he didn’t understand. You cried like it meant something. You fought like the world still owed you something soft.
A single, smooth motion and before you could ask what he was doing, before you could read the shift in his expression, he was standing over you. Looking down at you like you were a problem he couldn’t solve, like you were noise in his carefully constructed world of silence.
His jaw twitched. “I don’t like messy things,”
You opened your mouth, to apologize, to yell, to tell him to leave but your voice didn’t come.
Instead, he crouched down. Slowly. His hand reached out, not toward your face, but beside it, bracing against the wall near your shoulder, boxing you in. His other hand hovered near your chin, pausing midair. A breath. A hesitation. Something nearly human.
He kissed you.
Your fingers curled in the fabric of your robes. Your chest ached from the sobs you hadn’t finished, from the weight of the day, from the way his mouth pressed against yours like it was the only language he knew.
It wasn’t sweet. It was hungry.
He tasted like someone who hadn’t felt anything in years and hated that you made him want to. His hand moved to your jaw, holding it, not harsh but unrelenting.
His breath was unsteady when he pulled back. So was yours.
Your tear-slick lashes fluttered as you stared at him, chest rising and falling with everything you hadn’t said, everything you didn’t understand.
Kai didn’t blink. You didn't too.
You weren’t sure who looked more shaken.
“Stop crying,” he said. “It ruins your face.”

It was past curfew when the door creaked open.
A soft, deliberate sound, barely loud enough to disturb the quiet hum of sleeping breaths in the girls' dorm. The enchanted lanterns were low, casting dull golden shadows across the hardwood floor.
You were curled on your side, blanket kicked off, facing the wall like it might protect you from the dreams that had been growing more vivid lately — filled with brown eyes, the weight of a stare, the press of a mouth that never should have touched yours.
It has been a week since he kissed you, and all he did now was consume you.
You heard a slow footstep across the floorboards that didn’t belong. You sat up in an instant. Your hand instinctively curled, breath caught in your throat.
It was him.
Kai stood there leaning just inside the doorway like he owned the place. His eyes flicked over the room, over the slumbering forms of your roommates, and then back to you.
You were too stunned to speak. He shut the door behind him with a careful click.
“You can’t be here,” you whispered.
“Then tell me to leave.” He said it like he already knew you wouldn’t.
He didn’t move toward you. “I won’t skulk around and pretend I don’t know what I want.”
You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how your heart was hammering. Of the ache in your hands from clenching them too tight under the blanket. Of the way you hadn’t breathed properly in hours.
His voice lowered. “I wanted to see you.”
You looked at him then. Really looked. His hair was messy from wind or sleep, his collar half-open. His expression, unreadable as ever, but void of any smug.
His look scared you more than any smirk ever had.
You were walking to your next class, trying to keep your head down, your thoughts together, your breathing even.
Kai walked beside you. Beside you. Shoulder to shoulder, step for step, like he belonged there and he wasn’t hiding it, either. He was adamant in the way he moved.
You rounded the corner and saw them.
Jay was seated on the ledge just outside the main stairwell, one arm slung lazily around Chae-won’s waist as she perched in his lap. They looked like a painting, like every pureblood fantasy the school worshiped. Perfect posture, perfect hair, perfect detachment. Chae-won was smiling; a perfect, cold little curve of her mouth that never quite reached her eyes while Jay just stared.
He saw you before you saw him. His gaze locked with yours, cold and pointed, like you’d wronged him. As if he were the victim. Chae-won didn’t even glance your way, but she leaned in just enough to whisper something in his ear, and though he didn’t smile, something in his jaw flexed. His hand tightened on her hip and suddenly, you couldn’t breathe.
Your vision went blurry. Your throat tightened. The corridor felt too bright, too narrow, the sounds too loud, too far away. Your breath stuttered; shallow, clipped, your heart racing like you’d been running.
Kai's gaze move from your face to your hands, where they clenched and twitched at your sides. You tried to blink it all away, tried to keep walking like nothing was happening, but your body had betrayed you.
“Has this happened before?” His voice came low.
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Your limbs felt heavy and useless, and the corridor seemed to stretch further with every step. You were floating and falling all at once. You barely noticed when his hand reached for you, until you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist — not tightly, not to restrain, but to feel.
He pressed his thumb lightly over the spot just above your pulse. He didn’t need words to know. The panic was there, thundering under your skin, alive and frantic and loud enough to silence everything else. His brow furrowed. “You’re panicking.”
The words landed heavy, simple and precise. You flinched like he’d struck a nerve, tried to pull your arm back, but he didn’t let go.
“You don’t get to worry about me,” you snapped, voice sharp and broken at the edges, as if saying it out loud could make it true.
Kai tilted his head, expression unreadable. He didn’t react to your words. He didn’t need to. He just looked at you like you were the one thing in this corridor that mattered. And then he said, calm and quiet, “Continue walking with me.”
It wasn’t a plea. It wasn’t even a request and you hated that your legs obeyed before your mind could fight it. Hated that some fragile part of you wanted to keep walking, if only he stayed beside you.
You closed your eyes for half a second, just enough for the tears to sting. You wouldn’t let them fall, not here, not with them still behind you but your chest ached, and the shame pressed hot against your throat.
His hand found yours again.
His fingers slipped through yours like it was instinct, and then he held on careful, steady, like he was holding something breakable. You kept walking. One step after the other.
He walked with you ike the entire castle wasn’t watching, but even if they were, he didn’t let go.
“So, you’re Kai’s girlfriend?”
You looked up from the ancient, half-crumbling book in your hand and blinked at the girl now standing beside you in the dim library aisle. She was dressed in green and silver and wore the kind of smile that had probably gotten her everything she ever wanted.
“Pretty,” she added, tilting her head slightly, eyes raking over you not with curiosity.
“I’m not,” you replied evenly, turning back to the shelf, hoping she’d take the hint but her presence didn’t waver. You could feel her shadow shift with yours. She followed as you stepped further down the aisle, her footsteps light but intentional.
“I’m Yunjin, by the way,” she said. Her voice had that lilting quality warm, but not soft. “I always see him around you. I mean, everyone’s noticed. It’s kind of hard to miss, the whole... obsession he has with you.”
Your fingers paused mid-reach. Obsession?
“And I guess,” she continued casually, “that must be the reason he stopped seeing me.”
“…What?” The word left your mouth before you could hold it in, too stunned to coat it in disinterest.
“Oh, don’t worry.” She gave a light, musical laugh. “It wasn’t serious. Kai doesn’t do serious. He’s unwell. Emotionally, I mean. Brilliant, but broken. The type of boy you keep behind glass until he cuts you with it.” She said it like she knew. Like she’d bled.
You stared at her. Her smile didn’t falter. If anything, it widened. “But I do see something different now,” she added, “He looks at you… differently.”
You expected cruelty to follow. A sharp comment tucked behind a smile. A passive-aggressive jab meant to draw blood beneath the surface because that’s how it usually came, wasn’t it? From the people who knew how to dress poison up in perfume.
You thought of Chae-won. A girl from your own house. People from your own house who doesn't even dare to smile at you. It was strange, wasn’t it? That someone from your own house had been so much crueler than the students from the house everyone warned you about.
So much crueller than Kai. Than Yunjin.
“Why are you being kind to me?” you asked, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.
Yunjin tilted her head like she was trying to decide whether to laugh again. Then, with a small shrug, she said, “What?”
You held her gaze, unflinching.
She exhaled through her nose, almost amused. “Oh. Yeah.” There was a flicker of something beneath her expression then something real. “I’m ambitious,” she said. “And if being ambitious makes me a bad person… then I guess I’m a Slytherin.”

You were sitting in your bed, knees tucked loosely to your chest, the blankets crumpled around you like a forgotten thought. The castle was quieter than usual. Music pulsed faintly from somewhere down the hall. There was a party for your batch tonight; a celebration, one you were meant to attend, smile through, pretend for.
Instead, you were here. Alone.
You were counting the minutes.
The door opened without urgency, a soft sound not trying to sneak, not trying to impress. You didn’t turn your head. You didn’t need to. You already knew who it was.
Kai stood in the doorway like the rest of the room didn’t matter. His eyes swept across the space, landed on you, on your still form in the sheets, on the way your gaze had already been waiting for him.
“You knew I would come,” he said.
“Yes,”
He strode toward you with his usual measured grace, never rushed, never nervous and you moved slightly on the bed. “You never told me anything about you,” you said, and your voice didn’t accuse, “You’re always around. You help me. You... show up but you never talk.”
Kai looked at you, and there was something different in his eyes tonight. “What do you want to know?” he asked.
You didn’t blink. “You.”
There was a long pause.
Long enough that you thought he wouldn’t answer. Long enough to feel the ache of expectation rise in your chest, but then Kai huffed, soft through his nose, and there was a shape to it that almost — almost — sounded like a laugh. Not the full thing, but the ghost of it.
You wondered, not for the first time, what he sounded like when he really laughed.
Your eyes flicked to the empty space beside you, and you shifted further inward on the bed, a small movement, but clear.
He caught it.
He sat on the edge of your bed, hands resting on his thighs, the weight of him sinking into the mattress beside you. His posture was still too careful, still too contained, but he was there.
“I don’t talk about myself,” he said suddenly.
You didn’t answer. You knew better than to fill silence that didn’t ask to be filled. Kai exhaled softly, the sound shallow. Measured. Then he looked up, his eyes distant but focused on you, like he was reading from a page only he could see. “I was raised to be an heir. Not a person.”
You didn’t flinch. He noticed that. It made him keep going.
“My father were strict. He didn’t believe in wasting time on things like comfort, or affection. If I cried, he said it was noise. If I asked questions, he told me to read faster. If I smiled too easily, he asked if I was bored, or foolish.” He paused. Not for effect. To breathe.
“He had this saying. You were not born to be loved. You were born to lead. And I repeated it to myself every morning. For years. Until it didn’t sound like cruelty anymore.” he shakes his head, “When I was five, I learned how to duel with a real wand. When I was seven, he started leaving me alone in the manor for days. Said it would teach me independence. I didn’t speak to anyone for weeks.”
His voice didn’t shake. Not once. He didn’t sound angry. He didn’t even sound sad. He sounded like someone explaining the weather. Like grief was just another season he’d already lived through.
“I don’t know how to talk about feelings,” he admitted. “I know how to talk around them. How to look someone in the eye and not let them touch a single part of me.”
He looked at you again. “But then I saw you.” The words weren’t loud. They weren’t dramatic. “I didn’t mean to care. I don’t know how to. But I do. I hear your voice in my head even when I try to ignore it. I look for you when you’re not around.”
“And when you’re upset, I want to fix it.” His hands unclasped slowly, then gripped the edge of the bed. “I want to fix it because it’s you.”
You moved closer. He didn’t stop you. He just looked at you like you were the first warmth in a life made of glass and granite and rules. “I hate how much I feel now,” he admitted. “But I don’t want to go back.”
His words made you reach out the back of his neck and pull him to you. You hugged him and you let out a shaky breath. "I'm here. I'm here Kai."
Two strong arms snaked around your waist as soon as you said those words, and Kai's lips were against your nape. He left trails of kisses on your neck up to the back of your ears, his body pressed on yours. "Good."
He presses a few more soft kisses to the back of your head, then his voice drops to a whisper against your ear. “Can I touch you?” Your breath hitches, but you nod. His hand slips beneath your shirt, fingers brushing lightly across your stomach. “Can I touch you here?” he asks, voice gentle.
You nod again, barely able to get the word out. “Yeah.”
His hand travels higher, fingertips gliding up until they meet the bare curve of your chest. He pauses, just long enough to make your heart race. His lips are at your neck now, breath hot. “Here too?”
When he feels you nod, his hand moves with more purpose, fingertips gliding over the curve of your breast. He cups you fully, palm warm, thumb brushing the softness, squeezing just enough to make you arch subtly into his touch. He teases, exploring everywhere except where you need him most, drawing out the ache with every careful touch. When his fingers finally graze your nipple, a quiet moan slips from your lips before you can stop it. He pauses, his breath brushing against your neck. “You can tell me to stop anytime.”
Then he pulls his hand away from under your shirt, and the sudden absence makes you whine, your body instinctively chasing after his warmth. Before you can speak, he cups your face gently, tilting your head until your eyes meet. It’s dark but he's close, so close — you can make out the shape of his face, the softness in his gaze.
He leans in, brushing a featherlight kiss over your lips. Then another. You smile softly, breath mingling, and when your lips part, he takes it as invitation. This time the kiss is deep — hungry. His mouth moves against yours with desperation, like he’s been craving your taste for far too long. His hand finds your waist, tugging you closer, bodies aligning in all the right ways as the heat between you builds.
“I want you,” you whisper, voice barely there, lost in the way his lips trail along your neck, warm and wet. “Please.”
He pauses just enough to meet your gaze, then his hand slips between your thighs, cupping you through the fabric. The pressure makes your hips jerk, breath hitching.
“Here?” he murmurs, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “You want me here?”
It’s too much, and not enough. Heat pools low in your belly, a need that feels raw and overwhelming. You nod, biting your lip, your voice trembling. “Yes. There. Please.”
He groans, low and deep, and that’s when clothes start disappearing—slowly, messily. Every layer peeled off is interrupted by his mouth; on your lips, your jaw, your collarbones. His hands, greedy and gentle all at once, explore you like he’s memorizing every inch. The room is filled with nothing but breath, the soft rustle of fabric, the occasional hitch of a moan.
When he finally sinks lower, eyes locked on yours as his lips trace a burning path down your body, you don’t stop him.
“Kai…” You moaned as you clenched your fist on his dark locks. His tongue was doing to your buds as his fingers part your wet folds. You don't know what it is, but it makes your legs quivered as his tongue lapped at your entrance.
Kai grunts as he hears your soft moans, sucking on your clit to hear more. Your taste in his mouth got him drunk as he shook his head from side to side, making your moans go higher as you moved your hips to grind your wetness on his tongue. "Hmm?"
He pulled back, replacing his tongue with his thumb, rubbing her wet clit as he kissed and sucked your inner thighs. Your eyes rolled back as your chest rose up and down, glistening with sweat.
You're fucking beautiful. Kai thought as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. The sight of your blushing cheeks, eyes asking for more with your lips between your teeth made Kai slightly rut his hips on the bed.
"Do you know how long have I imagined this?" He pumped a finger inside your pussy, curling it to hit your spot as he put his mouth back to work again, flattening his tongue over your swollen pearl before flicking it with the tip. You cried out in pleasure, throwing your head back.
“I couldn't help myself but think of you.” He begged as he doubled the finger inside your soaking cunt, making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grabbed the pillow under your head.
“I can't resist having all of you.” He kissed your clit, making you whimper at the brief contact. He took off his shirt and pants before pulling you by your arm, sitting you on his lap as he took off your blouse and bra. He kissed around your nipple before taking it into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.
He moved your position to grind on his bulge, letting out quiet moans as he desperately kissed you. He stopped your hips as he moved to your other nipple, lightly biting it while staring at your glossy eyes, making your breath hitch. He hummed as he sucked the pebbled flesh into his mouth, nibbling on it. He laid your back down, admiring your body as you panted. Your eyes are glistening, and so is your cunt. He groaned at the sight, pushing his hair back and taking his erected cock out of its confinement. He pumped it a few times before you sat up and took it into your hand.
“Let me make you feel good.” Kai stopped your hand, giving a kiss on your forehead. “Fuck.” He murmured as he moved to your lips, sucking on them, making you whimper as you laid back down again.
“Kai, please…” You cried when Kai started to rub his shaft on your slit. Every time his head hits your bud, you let out a whimper, eyebrows furrowed and eyes wide as you look up at him.
Kai took his time, grunting before pushing the tip inside. You gasped, grabbing the sheets under, feeling the pain as his length invade you. Your walls fluttered around his cock, making him let out low growls. You felt tears in your eyes as you watched half of his length disappear inside you. Kai took your hand, intertwining your fingers. He kissed your tears.
“Am I hurting you?” Kai shushed when you hissed, feeling a hint of pain as he filled you. His other hand began rubbing circles on your clit to ease the burn from the stretch.
"No,"
Kai kissed your hand when he was entirely in, giving you time to adjust. You look gorgeous underneath him. Legs wide open,mouth slightly parted, and body glistening under the dim lights of his room.
Kai started moving slowly when you nod your head, until your whimpers turned into moans. His name echoed in whispers, as you clawed on the skin of his back, leaving red marks. He was cradling your head, and his lips pressed on your ear. He was whispering the sweetest things to you.
“The things you do to me,” Kai whispers, kissing your ear lobes. "I can't even look at anyone else now."
“Yes, yes, Kai, please…” You begged as his hips started to thrust harder into you.
“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling your walls clench around him. He could tell that you were both close. Your walls spasmed around him, and his thrust started to stutter.
“Look at me.” He stared into your eyes, feeling your orgasm take over your body. His mouth reaches for your sweet lips, your toes curling as your legs wrap around his waist. Kai thrustied into you a few more times before pulling out to spill his thick load on your thighs.
It was slow, and it was soft, the way he helped you clean up. No magic. Just his hands and yours, sleeves rolled up, fingers brushing as you folded the same blanket twice just to have an excuse to linger near each other. The silence between you wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t awkward. It was full.
Your scent clung to the air; a little floral, a little tangy, something warm and alive, like late spring clinging to skin. It was in the sheets, in the corners of the room, in him. He’d never been the type to notice things like that, but here he was, trying to memorize how the air felt with you in it.
You were fussing with the pillows now, distracted, focused on symmetry but he was just watching you.
“I’m going to work every day,” His voice was low, almost rough with restraint. “I’ll work every fucking day, just to follow you.”
You feel your eyes burn.
“I’ll learn how to move the way you do. I’ll learn how to speak the way you understand. I’ll change the way I live if that’s what it takes. Every single day, I’ll do it, just to fit you.”
“Why?” you asked, voice almost a whisper. “Why would you change for me?”
Kai’s eyes found yours. “Because you made me want to,”
It's the truest thing he’d ever said in his life.

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June 2025 CPNs round-up ❤️💛💚

• dragonboat festival cpn crumbs: xzs/ybo posting time, same bgm again & wwx zongzi
• there’s been some talk of xz giving some small clues & candies to try and coax bobo because he (xz) had a kissing scene in legend of zanghai. i mean, everyone is free to believe what they want — and at the end of the day, it’s all clowning anyway. but i just don’t believe in this. xz is the type that drops bombs so this is not intentional on his end. and these two are serious actors. they know what the job entails. plus, xz has much more direct ways to coax yibo. he also doesn’t need to appease cpfs and give us candy because A.) we know dramas are fiction. kissing scenes are normal. B.) we are not a third party in their relationship. he doesn’t need to prove anything to us.
i love cpns as much as the next person, but it’s important to draw the line ✌🏼
• another BGM coincidence
• what 🙄🙄🙄 means
• in one of the legend of zanghai bts, xz was talking to zhang jingyi and he mentioned their age gap. which led to a whole trip down memory lane on the times wyb refused to make their gap a big deal 😌
• yibo posting selfies on the last day of LOZ airing
• “i’m here” cpn and then a day after this gets talked about in cpf circles, yibo-official shared a behind tbe scenes video of sorts of that song. 👀
• Crystal sky of Yesterday movie candy and it’s connection to devil timeline
• Why the number 8 is xiao zhan’s number in his early years
• there is this old fake rumor that mentioned they both want to see each other in high ponytails & curly hair. and now, i think xz got that wish cause wyb has his curly hair on 🫶🏼

• yibo had hotpot in san francisco
• hello to ren shaobai in a motorcycle
• rumor that xz asked leave from work/shooting his drama as soon as wyb was allegedly back from his US trip - as with all rumors like this, we will confirm this in our little way in months/years to come.
• a new bts released in 0627 of them holding hands
This year’s anniversary celebration of CQL is a success and why wouldn’t it be when it’s by people who genuinely love and care for the show? It could never fail. I’m still amazed by all the fan arts and edits that people share & all the offline gatherings. It’s all a labor of love and i’m sure XZ and WYB are thankful that there are people who still appreciate a drama that changed their lives. 💛💛💛
Even the Untamed IP weibo account posted. 📝

Six years, a long journey, but fortunately we are on the same journey. This summer is still hot because of you.
It also went on HS and there were new-ish BTS videos that came out. This is so inspiring. The level of dedication and support that the fandom has for both xz and wyb is unmatched. &&& this is why CPF circle is so strong after all these years! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
• this fake repo/rumor is really cute. it’s not a secret in cpf circle that xz allegedly was visiting the set of Being A Hero. and we also saw that WYB was practicing calligraphy during this time.
I was chatting with my friend, and halfway through we talked about a very cute thing that was mentioned before. When Bobo was in Chen Yu, most of the actors in the group would take notes on their roles. Bobo saw that XZ’s handwriting was very beautiful, so he started practicing calligraphy again, but he stopped after practicing for a while.
XZ went to visit the set for a few days. Once, he (XZ) looked through his notes and praised him, "How come Yibo-laoshi’s handwriting has become so beautiful?" Bobo replied very calmly, "It's okay, there is no difference from before." XZ said, "No, you have improved a lot." Bobo was still very calm, "Maybe I practiced it a while ago." XZ continued to praise him for a few sentences, and then changed the subject. At the moment, Bobo didn't seem to have much of a ripple, but the next day he immediately picked up the calligraphy and continued to practice.
Oh, I still think he is so cute, the arrogant little Bo. On the surface, he is no longer the little boy who would give himself a thumbs up when he was praised a few words in 2018, but in his heart, he would still secretly wag his tail because of his wife's two words of praise. XZ is always the person who understands Xiaobo the best. Perhaps he knows from somewhere that Xiaobo doesn’t continue writing because he feels frustrated, so he finds a way to affirm Xiaobo’s every effort and always comforts Xiaobo with gentle love.
• another fake repo/rumor:
( this was is kinda embarrassing ) 🙈🙈🙈
I was inspired by his fans. Let me tell you another story. When he was filming Ace Troops in 2020, I found someone to enter the filming location and waited for Xiao Zhan to film next to a mobile home (I didn’t know it was Xiao Zhan in the car at the time). While waiting, I chatted with my CPF friends, including their (bjyx) life. Suddenly, someone got out of the car and told us that Xiao Zhan was reciting lines in the car and asked us to speak softly.
• this similarity, xz saying he would love to go outside when it’s raining and smell the air. same thing with bobo, he loves the smell of a rainy day.


that’s all for this month! i hope that July will be good to them & they will have more time to spend with each other. ❤️💛💚
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Nobody has even once questioned why Gerson's dust+hammer was in a fucking drawer in the church, when its fucking supposed to be in the graveyard. In the ground🪦
years ago, when i first saw this scene, i knew we were gonna see Gerson again. I read this scene as Alvin being anxious about digging up his father's remains an hucking 'em into a dark world. I actually had this whole other theory back then about the Boom family being behind everything, but that was then, this is now
what i fucking want to know is: did Gerson leave instructions to his son to dig up his remains and leave them in a certain part of the church at a certain date? Did Gerson pull a back to the future part two and have a mail courier deliver a letter at a certain date to Alvin with exact instructions?
whats nuts is that the old man has been dead for awhile:
I don't know how many years ago Susie first moved to town but i wanna say it couldn't have been more than 4 years ago?
So unless Alvin is up to somthin stanky all by himself, Gerson has been plotting to be involved with the prophecy since long before he died. After all, he's also a historian, he might have found somthing really important in his research because-
Lost pieces? Missing parts of the prophecy? Um thats kinda fucking HUGE
We know by now that Ralsei gave us the "Kidz Bop" version of the prophecy, just like he did with Raise Up Your Bat, but who's to say that the windows we saw in the church are the whole story either? All that is stuff the dark world made from the holy books in the church. Gerson might have found somthing big before he died, and he knew he had to keep his cards close to his chest and not let anyone know, not even his son (unless Alvin actually is secretly in on it too but pretending to be clueless)
Gerson figured he wouldn't live long enough to get involved so he set everything up in advance and...
now that could be how it went, but somthing still really bothers me
alot
the pink hair thing
now i know the first explanation to reach for is "DUH ITS HIS DARKNER FORM"
Chara Violet on twitter made a chart that explains one theory i'm sure plenty of people have:
and when you compare his darkener colors to Alvin:
huh...
hmmmm
Huh
HUH
its almost exact except Gerson has more yellow in his green... (i don't know why png maker made his eye white)
"but they have different shells! But Alvin doesn't have visible nostrils! But his hair is shorter! But-" look how fucking different Ralsei looked from when we first met him to after he took his hat off. He didn't even look like he had arms or a real face. Things work differently in the dark world and theres just one thing i can't stop wondering:
Why the fuck haven't we seen Alvin's eyes yet?
SUS
SUSSY BAKA
now am i implying that Alvin pretended to be his own father? YES, but thats just one spin on this theory, cos this could go a few ways:
🐢ONE: Alvin carried out Gerson's last request to move his remains to where Susie and Kris find them in the church. Alvin has no idea why but does so out of love and respect for his father
🐢TWO: Alvin carried out the last request because he was in on it, and placed the dusty hammer where instructed because he and his father knew what was coming before his father's death
🐢THREE: Alvin put on a big show for us out in the graveyard in chapter two, muttering about the hammer loudly as we steered Kris towards the exit. Then he moved the hammer to another location and created a fake replica to hide in the church, fake dust and all. Then put on some makeup, his father's old clothing, some prop dentures and a cover over the top of his shell that looks identical to the one his father had in life
Why all that for number three? Well it would certainly be convenient if you wanted to get close to the heros, but wanted to make sure that anyone (Us/Kris/The Knight/Carole/Gaster???) watching would think "oh fuck that Gerson guy could be a problem with the plan (whatever it is) but thank god he's dead and can't be brought back easily! After all, he didn't come back when Susie made a dark world!" but then at a critical future moment, PSYCH!!! HE'S FUCKING ALVIN, THE BAD ASS MINISTER WHO WAS SECRETLY TRAINED BY HIS BAD ASS FATHER HIS WHOLE LIFE
OR
even better?
Alvin put on this whole show so that the ominous they would be sure that Gerson was super dead and not going to throw a spanner in the plan (watever dat is) but oh. oh no. uh oh.
GERSON WAS NEVER DEAD. HE FAKED THE WHOLE THING, LAID LOW FOR YEARS, ALVIN WENT THROUGH ALL THE MOTIONS BUT HE WAS IN ON IT THE WHOLE TIME and now ya'll are boner'd
yeah this is getting into fanfic territory but it all feels plausible, because Gerson is a smart and crafty bastard. Remember how ready for us he was in Undertale?
Remember his dialog in the genocide route?
he fucking knew that he was untouchable as a store vendor, some fucking how he'd gained some secret knowledge of his reality, of being a video game character
so whats to say that in Deltarune, what we just experienced with Gerson in the dark world isn't him using knowledge of the game's mechanics to his benefit again? It could be as simple as deceiving us, the player, or it could be that as a darkener he'll have far more power to change things then we could have ever imagined...
yeah like dat :)
#deltarune#deltarune theory#deltarune spoilers#gerson boom#gerson undertale#gerson deltarune#deltarune alvin
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You Wreck Me (Slash x Reader)
You dragged your best friend to the Strip to see a rising band. Half for the music, half for the guitarist you definitely weren’t done with. A night soaked in sweat, smoke and shared history...
“You remember what happens when I take the lead?” He nodded, but it wasn’t enough. “Say it.” “You wreck me.” “That’s right.”
Warnings:
Explicit sexual content, power play & dominance (consensual), alcohol use, strong language, mentions of fame, nightlife, and band life dynamics
18 +
Side note: My bestie requested this💕
“They’re good, aren’t they?”, you shouted over the music, leaning toward your best friend so she could hear you.
“Amazing!”, she shouted back, eyes wide, a real smile on her face.
“Told ya!”, you grinned and threw your arm around her shoulder for a second before you both went back to dancing. The band on stage was killing it, and even though it had taken you a decent amount of convincing to get your best friend to come here instead of following your other band members to the Troubadour, it was pretty clear you had made the right choice.
After everything you’d been through, a world tour, the sleepless nights in recording studios, the pressure, the fights, the high highs and the lowest lows, it felt damn good to be back here. Just the two of you, drunk in a dark, loud, half-crumbling club on the Strip. No spotlights, no obligations. Just music. And the two of you. Like it used to be.
The two of you didn’t stand out here. Not really. To the rest of the crowd, you were just two girls dancing up front, having a great time. Well, except maybe to the people who really paid attention. The local bands and musicians all knew each other, in that incestuous Strip scene kind of way. Everyone had played together at some point, partied together, crashed on the same floors.
Honestly, that was half the reason you were here tonight.
Slash -the guy on lead guitar- had been in a different band a while back, and he’d been to one of your trailer parties. You remembered the way he had looked at you back then. And he had been very fun in bed. So, when you heard he was playing in a new band and that they were close to getting signed, you had two very good reasons to drag your best friend out.
“You gotta check them out! Heard they’re fuckin' good”, you had told her.
What you hadn’t mentioned at first was that you fully intended to get laid tonight. Your friend had figured it out eventually. She always did.
But now that you were here, you could tell she didn’t regret it. She was smiling. Laughing. Moving like herself again. You’d missed this version of her too.
And you weren’t wrong about the band either. They were seriously tight. You caught her watching the singer with a squint, like she recognized him from somewhere.
“Yo, what’s the lead singer's name again?”, she asked, leaning close.
“Oh, that’s Axl. Hollywood Rose, remember?”, you shouted back.
“Oh yea, right!”
The crowd was packed, but you’d managed to get the two of you right up by the stage. You stayed through the end of the set, dancing like maniacs.
When the music finally stopped, some generic rock playlist kicked in and the crowd started to shift. You turned to your best friend.
“You gonna head backstage or wait here?”, she asked you.
This place didn’t exactly have a backstage, not really. Just a glorified closet for gear and a shitty mirror. You knew how it worked; you had played here before. And Slash? He’d definitely seen you in the crowd. You were in fact wearing his shirt for God’s sake. He’d come to you.
“He saw me, so trust me, he’s gonna come to me”, you said with a smirk.
And sure enough, he did.
Slash pushed through the crowd a few minutes later, all sweat and swagger, grinning like he’d just won something. He pulled you into a hug and greeted your friend too. Polite, cool, friendly. Congratulated her on the album. She returned the favor and told him he was a sick guitar player. Which, to be fair, he really was. Perhaps even better than you, you had to admit.
But you could see the moment she realized it was her cue to bounce. You’d done this dance a million times. She gave you a look and started heading off, probably for another drink or to spot someone she knew.
That was the thing about her: she could walk into any place like this and make it feel like home. You both could. But tonight was yours. And you were on a mission, including the infamous guitar player.
Your friend melted back into the crowd and you turned your full and undivided attention to Slash.
He hadn't changed much since the last time you'd seen him. Maybe a little more swagger, a little more confidence now that Guns 'n' Roses was finally gaining traction. The curls were still wild, untamed, cascading past his shoulders. His black tank top clung to his body, soaked in sweat, showing off the tattoos that snaked up his arms and disappeared beneath the fabric. His eyes were dark and hooded beneath the brim of a worn leather top hat and his grin was lazy, dangerous, like he already knew you were planning on going home with him. And you so definitely were.
“You still got the shirt”, he said, nodding to the faded band tee you’d knotted over your hips, accentuating your curves in the perfect way. It had holes in all the right places and still smelled faintly like smoke and whiskey. His shirt. From the last time you had done this.
“Thought it might bring you out of hiding”, you said, licking a drop of Crown from the corner of your mouth. You saw his eyes follow the motion, slow and shameless.
“Worked, didn’t it?”, he said as he stepped closer.
The air between you was thick with sweat, cheap cologne and your unfiltered memories of the last time. Your heart beat faster; not from nerves, but anticipation. You were in for a fun night.
“You were good up there”, you admitted, your hand casually grazing his arm as you leaned in. His skin was warm, slick from the show. He didn’t flinch, instead he leaned into your touch like he’d been waiting all night for it. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”
His laugh was low, gravelly: “Bullshit. You knew exactly what I had in me.”
Your mouth twitched into a smirk. He wasn’t wrong but you surely enjoyed teasing him.
A song with a slow beat started pulsing through the speakers, and before you could say anything else, his hand found your waist. Rough fingertips, calloused from guitar strings and cigarettes, slid just beneath the hem of the shirt. You didn’t stop him. You leaned into him, let your body press against his, let the friction start to build.
Damn, you had it bad for him.
You were moving now, not dancing, not really, just swaying, breathing in sync. Your hands slid up his chest, fingers toying with the hem of his shirt. There was a familiar heat curling low in your stomach, the kind that came with knowing exactly how this night would end.
“I’ve missed this”, he said in your ear, his voice a ragged whisper that sent a shiver down your spine.
You tilted your head back to look at him. You weren’t this easy to shmooze. “You say that to all the girls?”
He grinned again: “Only the ones who make me forget lyrics mid-set.”
God, he was smooth. And you were so, so ready.
You tugged him down by the front of his tank top until his lips were at you neck, and when he didn’t hesitate, just kissed the skin there like he owned it, you knew you were done for.
“I’m not dragging you to my place again”, you murmured confidently, breath hitching as his hands slid further down, fingers curving around the back of your tattooed thighs.
“Good”, he said, his voice thick: “Because I’ve got a bottle and a couch five minutes from here.”
He didn’t have to ask twice.
You grabbed his hand and pulled him through the crowd without looking back.
The second the club door slammed behind you, the air changed. It was thick. The scent of alcohol and smoke still clung to your skin, but you didn’t care.
Slash moved to speak, but you were already in front of him, pushing him back with a single hand pressed flat to his chest.
“You had your turn onstage”, you said, your voice low and steady: “Now it’s mine.”
He grinned. “Knew you missed me too”
You didn’t answer. You turned, slow and deliberate, giving him a look over your shoulder that dared him to follow. Of course he did.
His apartment was a hole: floor covered in old vinyl sleeves and half-crushed cigarette packs, posters peeling off the walls, a guitar case cracked open like a relic on the floor. You stepped over a broken drumstick and dropped your purse onto a milk crate that passed for a table.
Slash leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, watching you. Still that shit-eating grin on his face.
You peeled off your jacket, letting it fall with a heavy thud. Then your fingers went to the hem of your shirt, lifting slow, just enough to tease the skin beneath. You watched him watch you. You saw the shift in his posture, the way his cocky smirk twitched when you didn’t break eye contact. Oh yeah, you we're in charge here.
“You remember what happens when I take the lead?”, you asked.
He nodded, but it wasn’t enough.
“Say it”, you demanded.
“You wreck me.”
“That’s right.”
You crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his jeans and dragged him inside, slamming the bedroom door shut with your foot. The back of his knees hit the edge of the bed, and he went down hard.
“Don’t move.”
You stood over him, shirtless now, breathing heavy. His eyes were locked on you like you were the last thing on earth he’d ever see. You unzipped your jeans and stepped out of them slow, watching his hands twitch. They wanted to touch but knew better.
You kicked the pile of clothes aside and crawled onto the bed, straddling him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand.
He tried to sit up, but you pushed him back down, hard.
“Still think you can outplay me?”, you asked.
“I wouldn’t dare.”
You kissed him then, deep and punishing. You bit his lip hard enough to make him hiss. His hands strained under yours, but you didn’t let go. He’d get what you were willing to give. Nothing more.
Your hips rocked against him, slow and torturous, enough to make him whimper. You kissed down his throat, licked a line across his collarbone, left a mark where you knew it would show under his shirt tomorrow. You loved the idea of marking him as yours. Even if just for a night.
“You taste like sin”, he breathed.
You whispered against his skin: “So do you.”
You let go of his wrists and sat up, rolling your shoulders, owning every second. Then you tugged at his jeans, dragging them down just enough. He reached for you, but you slapped his hand away with a sharp glance.
“Touch me when I say.”
He nodded, panting now.
You dipped down again, mouth trailing fire down his chest. His back arched. Your nails scraped across his hips. He was shaking under you, lost in it.
And that’s exactly where you wanted him.
He was fully hard now, twitching beneath you, breath short and ragged. You dragged your tongue down his stomach, slow and deliberate, tracing the faint trail of sweat and skin with the kind of precision that made him groan.
He lifted his hips, desperate for more, but you pinned him down again with your hand flat against his hip bone.
“I said wait”, you growled.
He froze obediently watching you through half-lidded eyes.
You liked him like this: wild and wrecked but under your spell. Rockstars were all the same - loud onstage, cocky off it - until you got them alone. Then it was all begging.
You took him in your hand first, squeezing just enough to make him suck in a breath.
“Still with me?”, you asked teasingly.
He nodded, voice gone.
“Use your mouth.”
“Yes”, he choked out.
“Good.”
You wrapped my lips around him then, slow at first, pure torture. You worked him with precision and rhythm. Spit on your chin, fingers digging into his thighs, mascara smudged and falling into your dark lashes. He writhed beneath you, one hand clenching the sheets, the other grabbing at his own hair like he didn’t know what else to do with himself.
“Fuck, Y/N...fuck-”
You pulled back, eyes dark and filled with lust: “You gonna come already?”
He looked wrecked. “Please.”
“Not yet.”
You climbed back up his body, kissed him rough, let him taste what you’d just done, then lined yourself up and sank down onto him in one long, slow, punishing motion.
He cried out with his head back and his eyes rolling. You moaned, low and filthy, grinding down until he was fully inside you.
There was no rhythm, just pure, animalistic heat. You rode him, hard and relentless, nails dragging down his chest, fingers tangled in his curls, using him like he was yourd. Because tonight, he was.
The headboard slammed the wall, again and again, in time with your hips. The room ranked of sweat and sex and old cigarette smoke. He was a mess beneath you. Slash was panting, shaking, cursing.
“Y/N, baby...gonna -fuck- I’m gonna-”
You grabbed his jaw, forced his eyes open. “Look at me when you come.”
He did. Pupils blown wide and then he fell apart with a strangled moan, hips jerking, mouth spilling half-formed words you didn’t care to understand.
You didn’t stop. Not until you were done. Not until you ground yourself over him, clenched around him and dragged every last drop of control back where it belonged: your body, on your terms.
When it was over, you slid off, stood up, and grabbed his tank top from the floor to wipe yourself clean.
He was still catching his breath, lips parted, hair a mess, completely destroyed.
You lit one of his cigarettes, blew the smoke toward the ceiling, and glanced back at him.
“If you make me late for soundcheck tomorrow”, you said, voice flat: “I’ll fuck your other guitar player instead.”
He laughed, wrecked and dazed.
-> MASTERLIST
And if you wanna know what happens when her best friend stumbles into Duff... you can find it here.
#slash x reader#slash smut#slash guns n roses#slash gnr#slash x y/n#slash fanfiction#gunsnroses#guns and roses#guns n' roses#guns n roses#saul hudson#imagine#selina writes
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One More Night
[Boxer! Denmark x reader] 14
Wordcount: 7, 647 Rating: R18+ for sex The reader is referred to as she/her.
One more night - 14 Finale part III: Locked out of Heaven
The way you reacted was as if you’d seen a ghost.
And frankly, it wasn’t so far off.
Dropping the cup in your hand, your heart stopped like you just saw something you weren’t meant to see. The glass shattered into shards on the hardwood floor, drawing the attention of every patron in the bar. Conversations halted, heads turning to watch the scene unfold.
And in a small town where everyone knew everyone, it didn’t take much to figure out that what was about to go down was filmworthy.
Philadelphia’s greatest boxing rookie just came back from the dead.
“Mat?”
His kind blue eyes, his knowing smile, his crazy bedhead like he just woke up from the longest slumber, oh, it was him, alright.
“Did you miss me?” His lips curled upwards for a gentle look.
It had been a month since Mathias was admitted to hospital with a life-threatening brain injury, and you’ve wrestled with the possibility that he may never wake up again on more than one occasion. That he may as well be dead--that you were better off moving on from him.
So to see him standing in front of you at your work, without any warning whatsoever, was as if your mind had conjured a phantom of him when you missed him the most. Only he was the real deal, all seventy-five inches of his flesh, blood, and thick-headed stupidity.
Moreover, Mathias was still in his boxing shorts, so it looked like he had just come out of the ring with not a single moment in between.
Time stopped for you the second he passed out, but it just resumed.
“Oh my God,” You gasped, plowing into his arms.
The dam was all but broken, and you burst into tears. You clung onto him like he would disappear if you didn’t, squeezing him so tight that he laughed out a breathy ‘woah’. But you didn’t care. You couldn’t.
After a month of grieving, Mathias was finally back.
“I thought you’d never wake up again! I was so scared!”
“I’m sorry, (F/N), I’m sorry,” He furrowed his brows for the deepest frown he could muster, voice trembling as he spoke. He combed his hands furiously through your hair, kissing you repeatedly on the forehead. “I never meant for this to happen. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“You never meant for this to happen?” You repeated faintly as you pulled back to look him in the eye. The sadness behind your gaze melted in seconds, and your face went red with a livid rage.
His face fell, realizing he was about to get torn into.
“This is exactly—” You shoved Mathias.
He knew you were furious, but he was blindsided by being pushed.
His eyes flew open as he stumbled backward. His legs were so weak, he almost fell on his back and landed himself another lengthy hospital stay, but clearly, that was the least of your worries right now.
“—what everyone told you would happen, you asshole!” You raised your voice, sobbing once. “You knew what you were doing!”
“(F/N), please,” He begged.
“I thought you’d never wake up again!” You exclaimed, this time angrily, like it was an epiphany. “I thought you were dead, Mathias!”
“I know, and I’m sorry.” He closed his eyes in defeat.
“You’re sorry?” You raised your brows.
He looked like he was about to cry, seeing how unfazed you were by his return. Or more accurately put, how mad you were to see him alive, because if he were dead, at least you could feel sorry for him.
It was a classic, come back alive, and I’ll kill you myself scenario.
“Do you know how many nights I stayed up crying about you, thinking it was my fault that I let you go back out there?”
“No.”
“—even when it wasn’t my fault at all?”
That was when you finally cracked, tears flowing all over again.
“All of this could’ve been avoided if you just stopped being so stubborn for once,” You cried. You were as quick as a whip, where everything came spilling out of your mouth like an open faucet, and the truth stung. “But you never listen to me, do you?”
Mathias burned up so badly with shame, he turned pink, and his mouth opened like he wanted to say something, but just couldn’t.
After all, what could he say?
“I can’t with you, Mat.” You sobbed, rubbing your eyes with your arm as you practically started wailing. It was the hardest you’ve ever cried, and he watched on, so ashamed of himself, he wanted to die.
He never made you cry like this, ever.
“I missed you so much, but right now, I hate myself for loving you.”
But to hear you say that made Mathias so appalled with himself, something changed in him. His eyes went wide with shock, and his brows furrowed so close together that wrinkles formed between them. It was the distinct look of self-loathing, the first of its kind.
He’d never broken you down like he did just now. But after a year of running in circles, he finally found your limit and pushed that too.
He reaped what he sowed, and this was the consequence.
A string of words that would haunt him for the rest of his life.
You bring me to my knees, you make me testify You can make a sinner change his ways
You drove Mathias back to the hospital after ending your shift early. Having been the unwilling witness to the entire exchange, your manager insisted that you take the rest of the week off. There was no discussion, just understanding. And you couldn’t be more grateful.
Not that it meant the end to your troubles.
The car ride there was completely silent. You were burnt out from all the crying, and he didn’t have the nerve to start anything.
He just sat quietly in the passenger seat, his usual, boisterous self replaced by something else entirely--he was never one to reflect on himself, let alone give up the reins in the relationship when he was always the one driving the horse. But he was loosening his grip.
And the more he thought about it, the more jarring it became.
How he always acted in the past, knowing you’d keep coming back to him. It wasn’t like you’ve never laid down your boundaries either, so it was just him disrespecting that over and over. But did it really have to get to this point for everything to finally get nailed into his head?
You were in so much pain, and not because of what happened to him. It was the pain of being in a relationship with him, of forgiving him time and time again until he had all but broken you down.
Mathias let his gaze fall to his lap with a deep frown.
He was a real jerk, wasn’t he?
Open up your gates ‘cause I can’t wait to see the light And right there is where I wanna stay
You dropped him off in front of the hospital, helping him out of the car. The Dane didn’t have trouble chasing you down to your bar, but it looked like all the adrenaline had worn off into sobering reality.
Because now, he could barely walk without support, leaning against you as you walked him all the way to the front entrance. He wrapped his arm around your frame as he tottered like a newborn babe, just what you’d expect from someone who was bedbound for a month.
And to think his first priority was to find you, you almost forgave him.
Almost.
Besides, you knew it wouldn’t be Mathias if he did it any differently, if he gave it any more thought than he did. He was always acting on impulse, and this time, it came from a deep-seated guilt.
And even though he knew he messed up, that wasn’t enough.
He still had yet to earn your forgiveness.
It was only until he got inside did he get a word from you, and not without a pitiful look first. As he stood in the door frame of the front entrance, not quite ready to part with you, he glanced at you over his shoulder with misty eyes, his lips downturned in a sad pout.
He wanted to see if you were still mad at him--and you were.
You had your arms folded with an impatient look as if to say, go on.
Mathias shed a few tears, but he didn’t make a big deal out of it. He just rubbed them away with the back of his hand, turning to leave.
You couldn’t always read him like a book, but right now, he was definitely wondering if you still loved him. And even after all the grief he just put you through, that was the one thing that could get you to cave--before you knew it, you were marching up to him with everything you had, and with your most conflicted expression yet.
He hurt you, but he still deserved the least of your assurances.
You pulled him down for a hug, feeling him melt into your arms.
“I’m getting tired of you, Mathias,” You told him, getting a slight tremble to seize his body. More tears streamed down to his chin as he began to cry, sniffling as he did. And the more you seemed to push him away, the tighter he squeezed you. “Sometimes, I don’t know if I can handle you forever, and that really scares me.”
“But you’re the only one who can handle me,” He choked.
“Then act like it,” You frowned, pulling away to look him in the eye. “Stop expecting my forgiveness because I can only take so much.
“Okay,” Mathias let out. “Just don’t let go of me, okay?”
“That’s the problem,” You sighed, gaze softening. “I don’t think I can.”
He ended up staying in hospital for six more weeks to recover.
When the doctors heard he was already up walking and talking, running, even, they could only scratch their heads at the medical miracle that was the Danish boxing star, who held an utter disregard for everything they knew, apparently. Regardless, you insisted that he go through the standard procedure of recovery like everybody else.
Monitoring brain pressure, vitals, and preventing potential seizures, followed by intensive therapy. He had to learn how to walk, eat, and use the bathroom again, but he seemed to know how to talk just fine.
During that whole period, you didn’t tell Amy or Allen a thing.
Not even Gilbert.
You felt horrible about it, seeing them brood and sulk about Mathias, all while knowing he was awake. But before you opened up that chapter, you wanted to work things out with him first.
The day he got discharged, you helped him get settled back at his apartment. You stayed over as well, telling the twins you wanted to get some alone time--which they bought, no questions asked.
That night, you lay beside him in his bed, something you missed terribly. It had been months since he’d woken up from his coma, but it only started to feel like life had resumed. Here in the privacy of his home, and without having someone hovering beside him every time he took a step, things were beginning to go back to normal again.
‘Cause your sex takes me to paradise Yeah, your sex takes me to paradise And it shows Yeah, yeah, yeah
“When I saw you talking to that guy the other night,” Mathias said in a whisper, keeping his half-lidded eyes glued to the ceiling. He was frankly exhausted, but he’d say this with his dying breath if he had to.
It took him a moment before he could get it out, chest rising and falling as he recalled the depth of his emotions that engulfed him. He wasn’t one to get jealous easily, but to witness you potentially moving on from him, he’d rather he really died just to avoid seeing it.
“It really got to me.”
“Good,” You replied, rolling your head to him.
Maybe you were being a little unkind, but the wound was still fresh.
“Then you’ll know not to do this again, because I know my word doesn’t mean anything to you.” You told him, much to his dismay.
“That’s not true.” He sighed.
“Do you really wanna argue with me about this right now?”
Mathias pursed his lips awkwardly, just like how a man would when he knows he’s already lost the argument. Another word from him and he’d just be proving your point--and end up sleeping on the couch.
But all that aside, you were kind of sexy when you were mad.
“No.”
“I thought so.”
“But tell me,” The Dane rolled his entire body to you so that he was lying on his side, propping his arm up so he could rest his face on his hand. Then, with a lopsided grin, he asked, “Would you have considered going out with him if I didn’t show up when I did?”
“How could I?” You frowned, a little irritated that he even doubted you. But you had to remind yourself that this was all in good jest, and he was really just looking for attention. “Not after a month, anyway.”
“Hey!”
“I’m only kidding.”
“You better be, because I wouldn’t look for another woman if something happened to you.” He lay back down again and pulled the covers up to his nose, closing his eyes for the most contented look.
He was so comfortable as he said it, because he meant every word. There was not a shadow of a doubt in him that he’d found the one.
“Really?” You asked faintly, gaze softening.
“Really. Like I said, who else is gonna put up with me?” He hummed.
“You’re lucky you’re in rehab right now, because I would’ve hit you with my pillow.” You glared, rolling over to let your back face him.
“Okay, I’m sorry,” Mathias apologized with a wince, sitting up so he could hug you from the side. Understandably, it was still a touchy subject for you, and he said that without thinking. But then again, he did a lot of things without thinking. “I’ll never joke about that again.”
“You better not, because it’s not funny anymore.” You huffed.
“I know, I was just being annoying.” He kissed your shoulder.
“You’re always annoying.”
“I wouldn’t say always.”
A few moments went by with him just staring down at you as if to gauge a reaction. You did your best to stifle a smile, all so you could keep feigning your frustration that was already starting to wane.
You were always so weak around him, and you hated yourself for it.
But Mathias couldn’t let you feel that way anymore.
The edges of his lips curled up slightly, though it wasn’t long before a warm smile broke out across his face. There was an intense adoration behind his eyes as he looked at you, almost to the point of worship.
But it couldn’t be worship, not when this was real.
“Thank you for being patient with me.” He nudged you.
“You’re welcome.” You uttered quietly, gaze averted to the side. Rather than saying sorry, he thanked you. It was an unexpected change of pace--to have him focus on your effort, rather than making everything about his mistakes. His guilt. And it was a welcome one.
It let you believe he was really changing this time.
“Hey,” He whispered, leaning down to you. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” You whispered back, turning to him so you could give him a proper hug as you lay beneath him. He closed his eyes as he embraced you from above, covering you with his body.
The way he held you was like a quiet promise.
That he’d never let you doubt him again.
Your face was flushed like you were about to cry. You felt strangely emotional throughout, and sure enough, you teared up. To say the words you were so desperate to say in his month-long absence, then to finally hear the words that he should’ve told you a long time ago.
Thank you for being patient with me.
It was the release you’ve always needed, and you finally got it.
‘Cause you make me feel like I’ve been locked out of heaven For too long, for too long
The next morning, you two shared a nice breakfast together before going back to your apartment to break the big news.
Usually, he’d bicker with you for a bit about what to eat--he’d want an omelette with eight eggs, whereas you’d want something on the lighter side, like fruit and yoghurt--which shouldn’t even be a problem in the first place if you two just ate different things.
Mathias just insisted that he and you ate the same thing for most meals, but this time, he just caved without another word.
“You know, Allen got really depressed about you,” You told him.
He glanced up from his bowl, his arm that went down to scoop some more yoghurt into his mouth slowing to a stop as he listened.
Meanwhile, you couldn’t find it in yourself to return his gaze, your expression riddled with anguish. Unbeknownst to him, there was also guilt to blame for the sullen look on your face. It was cruel of you to hold out on the twins, but some part of you didn’t want them to see Mathias until it felt right--and now couldn’t have been a better time.
“He thinks he killed you.”
“Well, he didn’t.” The Dane said defensively.
It was hard to imagine that anyone could actually blame themselves for what happened to him, but Allen wasn’t just anyone.
“And even if I did die, it’s not his fault.” He finished up his yoghurt in rapid scoops, scraping the bowl clean until the only remainder of it was on the sides of his mouth, which he wiped with the back of his hand. Placing it in the sink, he turned to you with a sense of purpose.
“I know, but it’s better if you tell him that yourself.” You managed a smile, humoring him on his thought process. Words could only do so much, so what better than Mathias himself to deliver the news?
And while standing strong on his own two feet?
Back at the apartment, the twins were sitting around after a lazy Sunday breakfast. Usually, you’d all be heading out to do some shopping by now, then hit up the local Chinese just in time for the Eagles to play. But you weren’t here, and they weren’t in the mood.
Ever since Mathias vanished from your lives, there was this hole that never left. He took with him all his light, leaving you all in the dark.
Maybe it wasn’t wrong of him to act like he was the center of the universe, because it was becoming painfully clear how much of an impact he had on you all. And even when the topic wasn’t about him, the weight of what happened to him lingered like a bad aftertaste.
Subtle, but still potent enough for things to not feel right.
“I’m really worried about (F/N). This is the first time she’s stayed the night out.” Amy sighed at the dining table, eyeing the door.
She just hoped you weren’t doing anything rash, or worse, out with Mathias’s replacement--not that she believed you could do such a thing. It was more of an intrusive thought than anything.
“Yeah, she’s been kinda weird lately,” Allen frowned.
He was lying on the couch on his back with his feet kicked up on the armrest, arms folded together like you would in therapy.
“When I asked her how Mathias was doing, she just smiled and told me not to worry.” He made a face. You seemed almost happier than usual, but what could possibly warrant such a sudden change?
“Maybe she was just trying to make you feel better.”
“It’s not that.”
“Then what else could it be?”
“The way you say it makes me feel really fucking bad, you know? This isn’t about me.” Allen sat up and shot her a disgruntled look.
“I hope you believe that as much as I do, because it isn’t.”
Some things were better off left unsaid, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out what she truly meant. When he didn’t answer, staring off to the side with a hard glare, she knew she had hit the nail on the head.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Amy spoke with a slow firmness in her voice, like she was begging him to see reason--only it fell on deaf ears.
“Easy for you to say. You weren’t there,” Allen murmured under his breath, not wanting to announce that she was right to assume how he was feeling. But the bitterness could be heard from miles away.
He felt responsible for Mathias’s so-called accident.
That guilt was impossible for anybody to carry, yet here he was, shouldering that guilt on his back ever since the day he went under.
Nevertheless, his point still stood, and he walked off with enough frustration that he had to raise his voice--“And I told you, stop making this about me, it makes me feel like a crazy person.”
She shut up at that, watching him go to the kitchen and come back with a tub of hummus and a carrot. Cracking the lid open with more force than he normally would’ve used, he dunked it in the tub.
“She just didn’t look sad, alright? Maybe Mathias is getting better, I don’t know. I just don’t know why she’d leave the apartment.”
“Yeah,” Amy lowered her gaze.
That was when a knock sounded on the door.
“It’s probably her,” She perked up, sliding off her chair to answer it.
Not once did it occur to her that it could be anyone else, let alone the Danish boxer that had been down and out for more than two months. She opened the door with a slight frown, not at all prepared for who was behind it--a guy who looked suspiciously like Mathias.
“Hey,” Mathias grinned.
“What. The--”
The look on her face was priceless, just what you’d expect from seeing a loved one come back from the dead, a soldier returning home from deployment. She couldn’t believe her eyes, as wide as they’d become, and she only got these words out in choppy intervals.
“--fuck.” Amy whispered, but being shocked to the bone didn’t deter her from hugging him out of reflex. “I’m not hallucinating, am I?”
“Nope, I’m really here,” The Dane laughed, squeezing her back.
“How?” She shook her head, pulling back to fathom him properly.
Mathias smiled again, almost as if to say, how what?
“I mean, you were in a coma for more than two months. How are you here? Shouldn’t you be learning how to walk and everything?”
“That’s the thing. I woke up around seven weeks ago, so I’ve done all the therapy to get myself up and going again. Amazing, right?”
Meanwhile, you were standing behind him, shrinking into yourself.
“So you’re telling me you woke up that long ago,” She spoke slowly to piece the whole puzzle together, and once she did, she turned to you, the very reason for her grief. She heated up with the utmost disbelief as she shrieked at the top of her lungs, “And you didn’t tell us?!”
“Um, surprise?” You beamed nervously.
Just as she was about to tear into you, Allen marched over.
And what he did next took you all by surprise, dispelling the brewing tension that would’ve otherwise exploded into a full-on catfight.
He engulfed Mathias in the biggest hug.
No words were spoken, just a raw display of emotion that shook you to the core. He even patted him on the back just like two old friends, but his joy soon settled into something else entirely--his expression grew strained, eyes narrowed with a harrowing kind of sadness.
“I thought you were dead, man.” Allen muttered.
Amy was so pissed at you it wasn’t even funny.
She couldn’t believe you held out on everyone, and for so long, too.
She yelled at you for ages in the living room, which wouldn’t be the first time. Usually, it was out of care for you. Having unprotected sex, spending your paycheck on something stupid, or letting Mathias have his way when what you should’ve done was put him in his place.
But what you did was irrational and selfish.
It took a while for her to calm down, and you not knowing what to say didn’t exactly help. So you let her go on as long as she had to. But like all the fights she had with you, it ended with understanding--trauma was a strange thing, so she couldn’t blame you for how you reacted.
“Now that I think about it, maybe it was better that she didn’t tell us until now,” Allen told Mathias outside on the balcony.
“Why?”
“So I wouldn’t have to watch you struggle.”
His response was hard-hitting, alright. It spoke volumes without him needing to say it explicitly--he didn’t want to see him in the same position he found himself in once, nor did he need to feel worse about not being able to stop him from getting in the ring.
And Mathias picked up on all of that perfectly.
“Listen, Allen. What happened was completely my fault. I should’ve listened to you guys the first time,” He admitted with a sigh.
The other gave a snort. It would take more than that to get him to get over it, but to hear it from the boxer himself--perhaps he could forgive himself after all. That was when Allen gave his head a shake. He should’ve been mad, but he was more amazed than anything.
Amazed by how much patience you had with this guy.
“I honestly don’t know how she puts up with you.” He mused.
“I don’t know either, but I’m gonna make it easier for her from now on. I’m gonna listen to her from now on,” The Dane said sheepishly.
“About damn time,” Allen pursed his lips, leaning his back against the balcony. “So are you still gonna keep boxing after all this?”
“Honestly, probably not,” Mathias looked over the balcony, almost out of acceptance. He couldn’t return the man’s gaze, lest he see how much it really saddened him to admit--not being able to box anymore, even when it was the very reason he came to Philadelphia.
It was his calling, his dream, but it was crushed now.
After his coma, he simply couldn’t risk taking another punch.
“I can’t fake my way out of this one.”
“I’m sorry, man.” Allen closed his eyes.
He could hardly handle seeing Mathias like this, so low on his feet that he was practically unrecognizable. And the poor guy was doing his best to hide it, too. But he just had his whole life taken from him after working his ass off for it, and it was like looking in a mirror.
“What’re you gonna do then?”
“I’m almost done with my marine biology degree, so there’s that.”
“Oh, you wanna be a marine? Wouldn’t recommend it,” Allen cut in with a deadpan, earning a puzzled look from the blonde. That was when he cracked a grin, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he turned to leave. “I was just kidding. Have fun studying fish or whatever.”
“Right,” Mathias laughed through his nose. Just as the other was about to go back inside, something crossed his mind. “Hey, you should know that my gym is hiring. I put in a good word for you.”
“I appreciate it, but I don’t take hand-outs.” Allen waved him off.
To hear that he’d been spoken about, and in a positive light at that, he didn’t know how to react. But the gesture itself proved to be a big one--helping him find a job after such a long period of being out of the workforce. It meant a lot to him, whether he accepted it or not.
“This isn’t a hand-out, though. Ever since I told my coach about you, he hasn’t stopped asking about you,” He explained earnestly.
Only then did Allen stop, turning to him with his eyes widened.
“And we need sparring instructors.”
For a second, he was almost about to take it.
But he let self-doubt creep into him until he got cold feet again.
He was just so used to sizing things up to be bigger than they really were, it practically became an old habit he couldn’t shake.
“I don’t know, man. I don’t teach.” He gave a sigh.
Only Mathias refused to take no for an answer.
He frowned, not at all pleased by his response. Allen was seriously selling himself short, and he wasn’t about to let him pass this up.
“Oh, come on, why don’t you just give it a chance? You might like it.”
“And how would he know if I’m good at sparring?”
“Well, you were a marine,” Mathias pursed his lips like it was the most obvious point, craning his head from side to side. “And he did see you tear through a bunch of seasoned security guards like nothing.”
“Wow. And I was hoping people forgot about that,” Allen cringed, reaching up with both hands to hold his head. Nevertheless, he was weirdly flattered by the ordeal. What could’ve ended up his second biggest mistake wound up being perhaps the best decision of his life.
Saving Mathias, and now, landing him a job?
He couldn’t lie--the turnout was kind of funny.
“So, what do you say?” The Dane folded his arms, the edges of his lips curling up ever so slightly like he already knew the answer.
All his friend needed was a little encouragement, and he was well on his way to transitioning back into regular civilian life again. Because from the way they fell deep into thought, and with hope lighting up their eyes, it became evident that they were already looking up.
“I’ll think about it, actually,” Allen nodded with a growing smile, reaching over to give his shoulder a firm pat. “Thanks.”
Everyone got together to watch the birds play.
It took a bit of convincing to get Gilbert to show up, but when he did, he certainly didn’t regret it. When he saw his best friend standing in the living room, he practically tackled him in a hug. If it weren’t for their size difference, the boxer would’ve fallen right on his behind.
That Sunday ended up being the most eventful Sunday of your lives, but the best by far. Mathias was back, and so was everybody else.
“See, this is what I mean. Now that you’re back, we have an actual chance of winning,” Allen exchanged furious glances between the TV screen and the Dane, who stared at him with a dubious expression. “You see that? You fucking see that? You’re meant to be here!”
“Not this again,” Amy murmured.
The whole group was on the couches watching the latest Eagles game, except Allen, who stood in front of the television like he was part of the stadium crowd. It had been a while since he paid attention to football, but now seemed like the perfect time to get back into it.
“What’s going on?” Mathias asked nervously, not at all following with the game, nor the excited ramblings of a religious sports fan.
“He’s having his OCD superstitious time,” She said under her breath, eyeing her brother’s hand just after he bumped into the coffee table. The force pushed the remotes an inch from their spot, which he bent down to fix, moving them back into their original place. “Crazy.”
“I’ve never seen this before. Are lots of people like this in the States?”
“Unfortunately.”
“And every Sunday? You guys have it bad.” Gilbert pursed his lips as if to say, yeesh. “I thought Sundays were meant to be for relaxation.”
“Well, this is his idea of relaxation.” You mused.
“Well, it’s not very relaxing, is it?” The albino remarked.
“Oh, come on,” Allen faced you all on the couch, who were currently ogling him like some zoo animal. “You telling me it’s not a good thing that Mathias is here? How else would you explain this comeback?”
“Um, probably every other more plausible explanation out there,” Amelia stifled a snort, much to the man’s annoyance.
He was getting tired of being treated like a lunatic, even if it was a joke. It stung, but weirdly enough, he would much rather be teased constantly than coddled. It made him feel more normal, somehow.
“Screw you, Ames. You know we’re twins, right? That means we got a higher chance of having the same shit.” He pointed at her accusingly.
“Maybe that’s why you got double the stupidity.” She grinned.
Allen pursed his lips as hard as he could, like he was trying to hold himself back from saying something back. Only he couldn’t think of anything, so he resorted to the only thing he knew--Amy leapt off the couch just in time to be chased around the living room with a pillow.
“C’mere, you little shit!”
The big move came one month later.
It was only to a place ten minutes away, but that didn’t change the fact that you were leaving. Life wouldn’t be the same without you, and Allen was already having a hard time adjusting to that fact.
“I can’t believe you’re really going,” He leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom, his arms folded together for a calm demeanour.
He couldn’t find it in himself to raise any flags anymore, not when you looked so damn happy imagining your new life with Mathias. He could see it in your eyes, then the way you smiled as you laid out your things on your bed, deciding what to bring and what to leave.
He couldn’t be a part of your life on that kind of level.
He knew you were just being nice about it, but he couldn’t compete with your significant other. It took him this long to accept, but he finally made peace with it--or that was what he wanted to believe.
“I know, right?” You beamed at him. “Crazy how time flies.”
“I just know Amy’s gonna cry about it the second you leave.” Allen chuckled, his expression softening to a tender, yet bittersweet smile. “You were everything. You were basically her entire support system.”
That was when you stopped packing, turning to him with a frown.
He was trying so hard to not make it about himself, which you picked up instantly. He wore all of his emotions on his sleeve, where even now, he was doing his damndest not to let his facade break down.
“Are you gonna be okay?” You walked over until you were standing in front of him, intending to give him a hug. But he couldn’t give in.
Allen closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath, leaning back as if to create some distance with you. He could feel his front crumbling, and that was only from you being near him--he was just that weak to your influence. However, he didn’t want to be that person anymore.
But want didn’t always get.
“Yeah,” He whispered, like it took everything in him to lie.
“Okay, then give me a hug,” You beckoned him over with a wave.
He threw his head back and ambled forward to you reluctantly, but the second you wrapped yourself around him, settling so comfortably in his chest, his resolve was shattered beyond repair. He let himself melt into the embrace, coiling his strong arms around your body.
If this were a test, he knew he just failed it miserably.
Allen didn’t need to say it for you to know how much it hurt him to see you go; the way he held you was testament enough.
“I’m really gonna miss you, Al. We’ll have to Skype every night.”
“Every night? You sure Mathias is gonna be okay with that?”
He felt a cheeky grin come in, relieved that you stuck with what you once told him, and more. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
“He’ll live. And plus, I need to see Amy and Bob too,” You hummed, pulling back to give him a reassuring smile. “It’ll be like I never left.”
He and Amy helped you pack all your other stuff, such as clothes, toiletries, and other personal items you accumulated over the years.
Interestingly, you three had similar tastes in random knick-knacks despite being very different people--not that any of you would’ve had trouble telling who owned what. But from now on, there would only be two goldfish in the tank, not three, as you turned a new chapter.
Once everything was loaded in the car, you three gathered on the street for one final farewell. You and Amy came together for the biggest hug while Allen stood on the side with Bob in his arms.
Mathias had agreed to wait back at his apartment to let you all have some privacy, which was a welcome gesture on his part.
“I’m seriously gonna miss you guys.” You gushed.
“I’m gonna miss you more,” Amy closed her eyes as she poured everything into the embrace. “You’d better be still coming over on Sundays to watch the game. And Fridays to play baseball with us.”
“That’s a promise,” You hummed. It wasn’t every day that you could hug her like this, so you let her pull away first. And it wasn’t until a few minutes later that she did--truth be told, she was taking it badly, but she wouldn’t be caught dead crying about it in front of you.
So as much as she wanted to, she played it off with a grin.
When she found it in her to smile again, she released you from the embrace; she didn’t want to make this any harder than it already was.
“And here I thought you didn’t like football.” You smiled weirdly.
“Eh, I don’t. I just like the vibes.” She waved you off.
“Right,” You chuckled, reaching over to give her shoulder a pat. “Listen, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to call, alright?”
“I’ll try not to,” Amy laughed softly, knowing damn well how difficult it would be to look after Bob without you. But her brother was holding him right now, bouncing him in his arms to let her have this moment. “I think it’s time I pass that mantle onto Mr. Forgot-The-Baby, here.”
“Listen, I’m sorry. But it’s never gonna happen again. I swear.” Allen closed his eyes for a wince. “I’m not that person anymore, alright?”
His reaction was so immediate and genuine, she knew he meant it this time. But she still had to drive the nail in with this warning.
“It better not, or you’ll be getting more jail time than you ever have before. I’m serious.” She raised her brows for a stern look.
“Okay, damn!” He raised his tone. “You didn’t have to go there.”
“You know I had to.” She hummed.
After saying your goodbyes to Bob, Allen handed him back to Amy.
“You’re being surprisingly calm about this. I thought you’d be crying by now,” She commented, bouncing the baby with one arm.
“Eh, I cried enough yesterday,” He murmured, looking to the side.
“Hey,” She punched him gently. “I’m proud of you.”
Allen had insisted that he drive you over to Mathias’s to help bring your stuff inside. But even after everything was unpacked, he didn’t look like he was in a rush to leave--he even sat down at the dining table with a cup of tea, leaned back, and took a long, tantalizing sip.
Your boyfriend’s place was nice, alright.
He couldn’t have expected anything less from a guy who came from a country that invented IKEA. Or was it Norway? Whatever it was, he wasn’t exactly staying for the decorative towels or potted plants.
“So, what, you guys gonna bone right after I leave?” Allen dropped the bomb so casually, and with such an unexpressive, albeit slightly displeased face, you didn’t process what he said until seconds later.
“Allen!” You shot him a flustered look.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He put the cup down and slapped both hands on his thighs. “You know, that’s fine and everything, but how about we hang out for a bit? I don’t really have any places to be right now.”
“I think we’ll just see you on Friday, Al.” You laughed nervously, pulling him up from his chair so you could push him toward the door.
“Wow, so I was right. ‘Cus you’re totally kicking me out.” His feet skidded against the ground as he inched closer to the hall outside.
“Don’t dwell on it!” You exclaimed, heating up even more.
“I can’t help it, okay?” Allen defended.
Mathias sat wordlessly at the dining table throughout the whole exchange, watching you send him off. If it weren’t for the riveting question his guest brought up, this scene would’ve been pretty funny. But now that they mentioned it, it was all he could think about.
And now that he had you alone, it was the perfect time to strike.
Just as you shut the door, he got up and sauntered over.
He was pink in the face, and his heart was already pounding, excited by all the things he could do to you in an apartment all to yourselves.
Little did he know, you had the exact same idea.
“Were we not having sex once he left?” Mathias asked expectantly, wrapping his arms loosely around your body. When he towered over you like this with his hulking frame, there was no escaping what came next--a hot and hard pounding that left you wet and shaking.
But you weren’t fighting it this time.
You made your answer explicit without a word, gazing up at him with the most coy eyes he’d ever seen. Your lips curled up in such an alluring smile, it made him stupid.
You wanted him just as much as he wanted you, and to see it written all over your face was so rousing, he got hard right then and there. His mouth fell agape in awe, so turned on that he couldn’t believe himself.
You were about to tear into him, and he was more than willing to submit himself to a death of passion. It wasn’t often that you reciprocated his desire with the same intensity, but when you did, your dynamics with him completely flipped for something insanely erotic.
That was when you pushed him backward toward the couch.
He stumbled back, unprepared to face your vigor. His eyes went wide as he laughed nervously. He even started blushing like a schoolboy, as if he wasn’t the one always holding you down and dominating in the bedroom. But this was a side of you he wasn’t used to at all.
You were taking back control, and it couldn’t be any hotter.
After all, when Mathias said he’d do better, he meant it.
Ever since he woke up, he listened more and let you have your way more often than not. Arguments ended before they even started, with him nodding away and going along with everything you said.
He became as obedient as a dog, always at your beck and call for anything you needed. For him to be more generous, considerate, and selfless than he’d ever been--it made you even crazier about him than you already were, which was a feat in and of itself.
The first thing you and Mathias did upon moving in together was have sex. It was painfully on-brand, but what could you say?
The hot, explosive release was much needed. After all the tension and grief that built up over a year, he finally had you all to himself, and you gave yourself to him in a way without compromising your own needs.
You rode him to oblivion on the couch, rocking back and forth on his cock like a rocking horse. After that, you would bounce furiously on him, making sure to sink down all the way with every thrust.
And it felt so good, it looked like he was in pain.
His head tipped back as he moaned non-stop, brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut. Mathias swore he was about to cry from the intensity of it all, and he did, tearing up as he got fucked mercilessly on the couch. If he had known you had it in you to make love to him like this, he would’ve listened to you right from the get-go.
But of course, he just had to find out the hard way.
Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah Can I just stay here? Spend the rest of my days here?
Allen started working with Mathias at his boxing gym. Amy also took on fewer shifts and got some of the freedom she’d always wanted.
And now that you were living with your boyfriend, you could think about things other than making rent. That opened the door to endless opportunities, but for now, your priority remained with making up for all the time lost with him. Seeing him every day, because you knew what it was like to think he was gone forever.
But even though Mathias said he gave up boxing, he’d always look at a pair of boxing gloves like he had the world at the tip of his fingers.
After work when nobody was around, he’d slip them on and have a go at the speed bag. He rolled his fists against it, getting it to bounce back and forth rhythmically. A sheen of sweat glazed over his skin from head to toe, and his breath grew heavier the longer he kept it up, but he never faltered. That was when he swung into the speed bag one last time, the explosive impact making it rock to and fro.
He was slowly getting back into the zone.
And maybe one day, he could rise again.
‘Cause you make me feel like I’ve been locked out of heaven For too long, for too long
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IS THAT... REALLY?
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Gitae kim x R.femele. ( Stun gun )
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The night was silent, like almost all of them since you started living - or rather, surviving - in that house. It was one of those nights when tension hovered in the air for no apparent reason. Kitae walked around the house with his coat open, looking lazy, while you moved in a drawer full of junk that he took out of his pockets or received from the henchmen.
That's when you saw it. A compact, black, small shock gun. Something like a high voltage taser.
You took the object, analyzing it, without the slightest idea of how it had stopped there. He pressed the button out of curiosity and it made the characteristic sound - an electric and threatening click.
- "Really?" - he said behind you, with a debauched smile. - "Are you going to play policeman now?"
You smiled sarcastically. - "No. I'm thinking of testing this on your ego."
And before he answered or you thought better, you turned around and put the stun gun to his chest.
CLAC. ZZZZZT
The electric current ran through his body immediately.
You widened your eyes.
He didn't moss.
Nothing.
He just stood there, standing still, with his jaw tense, his eyes half-closed - staring at you as if you were more bored than hurt.
The sound of the shock filled the room. His body trembled just a little, enough to make you hesitate... and for you to notice the most absurd detail:
He was enjoying it.
You finally took out the taser.
Silence.
Kitae took a deep breath, looked down... and then back at you, with the most charged look of sexual tension you had ever seen in him.
- "Was it supposed to hurt me?" - he asked, with a hoarse voice. - "Because all he did was make me... harder."
Your face was hot, your heart racing, not knowing whether to laud or run.
But that's when, without thinking, without filters, completely overcome by the mental confusion and the effect of the scene, you let go:
- "Oh... I came."
Silence.
His eyes shone with pure malice. The mouth curved in a slow, possessive smile. And he took a step forward, enough to hold you against the bench.
- "Did you come just seeing me getting shocked?" - he whispered, low. - "You're more mine than I thought."
You bit your lip, panting, but didn't say anything. Because it was true.
He ran his fingers over your face, down your neck - exactly where you were most sensitive.
- "And now? Do you want to see what happens if you press that button again... while I'm inside you?"
His body trembled.
And you knew: the night was just beginning.
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You were still leaning against the bench, the taser fallen on the floor, the body hot, the thoughts in shock as much as he had been seconds ago. Kitae watched you like an animal about to jump.
And you... didn't want to run.
He approached slowly, with that look that already said it all. A slow smile on the lips.
- "You came just watching me take a shock. Imagine what will happen now."
You tried to maintain your posture, tried to look away, but he put his hand on your chin and turned your face back to him. Their bodies almost touching.
- "Do you still want to run away, (y/n)?" - he whispered, sticking his lips to his ear. - "Or do you want one more reason to hate yourself later?"
You laughed, sarcastically, even with goosebumps.
- "I want you to go to hell."
He bit his own lip as if he liked the answer. His hand went down your neck to your waist, pulling you to him hard.
- "I'm already in it. You put me here. Now you'll stay with me."
Before you could retort, he turned you around with calculated brutality, throwing you on the couch. The weight of his body came on top, hot, urgent, and his whisper burned in his ear:
- "You like it when I lose control."
And he lost.
With you.
Again.
And you screamed, moaned and got stuck in him as if you wanted to run away from everything - except him.
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I always enjoy reading your thoughts about this @oimoitalaina. I also worry about veering too closely into conspiracy thinking too lol.
As I've mentioned elsewhere before, I listen to some film pundit type stuff, while I work. (It's basically the only way I know about new movies coming out.) They wouldn't all call themselves film critics per se, but in the 'let's chat about the movie industry news of the day' way. And so I want to add an adjacent point to yours about audiences and reviewers being primed to approach Brave New World negatively, and Thunderbolts positively, other than direct marketing (like the trailers).
(And off the bat, none of these people are not what I'd call grifters or horrible people. The folks I follow are pretty left-leaning.)
I noticed that just by the nature of needing talking points to chat about every day or every week, they ingrained the idea that Brave New World had problems, intentionally or not. Before BNW came out, there were always comments like "Well, we've heard a lot about the behind the scenes trouble." or "Weird that the director wasn't at D23…he wasn't at comic con either, yeah that's …weird." or "If they really re-shot the whole thing twice, they need to make SO much money." and then "But I'll go into it with an open mind…" Just by repeating these things so often, solidified the impression in their audiences that these statements were true, and that it was destined to fail.
Likewise, leading up to Thunderbolts, with every piece of promo there would be a new topic to talk about. "Oh, they've gone with a gritty indie approach. That's really cool. We love A24." Or "They're saying they really put emphasis on practical effects. Not relying on CGI. Yeah, Marvel's been struggling with that recently…" etc etc.
That same pattern of repetition primed those channels, and therefore their audiences, to believe that Thunderbolts was better than it was going it. And I think a lot more people these days watch online movie reviews/social media reactions, more so than traditional written reviews.
And I do think that these people, the audiences that are locked into movie news, are the bulk of people who take the effort to go leave a review. General audiences saw the Thunderbolts trailer, and evidently mostly decided to skip it cos it was a bunch of nothing characters. But the people who did see, and went to leave reviews are the very people who were primed to view BNW negatively and Thunderbolts positively.
Lastly, I believe Rotten Tomatoes has an integrated verification thing with ticket apps in the USA (like Fandango?). So users who can prove they bought a ticket (via matching email accounts), have 'verified' reviews. I'd be curious to check the stats on Brave New World. Again, that's another hoop to jump through that mostly only people who are already invested with these movies (and their narratives) would bother with.
Thunderbolts is just an average movie. Painfully average. Made worse if, like us, you know the MCU and remember what some of these characters have done, what they represent, and what they're being rewarded with/getting away with. But for general audiences, it's just a painfully average MCU film that in no sane world merits a 93% audience score. Something is definitely up with that.
The Emperor Has no Clothes, or, Is There an Opposite of Review Bombing?
The comments @staying-elive left on my last post (which were great thank you!) has made me think more about another strange element of Thunderbolts. That is the fact that despite the movie being objectively a terrible mess and a financial disaster, it got good reviews. And now we’re seeing Ironheart get review bombed, like many projects before it. This makes me wonder, is there such a thing as the inverse of a review bomb? Where a bad movie gets artificially positive reviews?
One of the biggest problems with having a project get review bombed is that it puts anyone with positive things to say on the back foot. The most recent example before Ironheart was Brave New World, and I still see people start any positive take of the movie with something like “don’t believe what you’re seeing online” or “Well I *actually* liked it” or “despite what people say, I think it was good”. Or “I don’t get why people didn’t like it!” (It's racism, keep up). People are always giving ground to the “majority” negative opinion before giving their own positive take. Any praise of Brave New World has had to fight uphill so to speak, it's at a disadvantage because of that damn Rotten Tomato score. Even when sites like Rotten Tomatoes crack down on review bombing like they finally did for Ironheart, it's often too little too late. The first thing many people heard was that there were negative reviews. Even when people *logically* understand that something is incorrect, like an overwhelmingly negative series of reviews, first impressions make a huge unconscious difference on the average fan.
So we know that an objectively good movie can be made to look bad to the average audience if there are negative reviews, no matter how fake those reviews are. My question is - can the opposite happen? And can that help explain the weird case with Thunderbolts? Thunderbolts got good reviews and did terribly at the box office. Now, for many movies, this is not an uncommon phenomenon. The current state of theaters is pretty terrible, and people don’t have the finances to go out to every movie that comes out. We also have streaming now, so most people are willing to wait to watch a movie for much way less money. But while this is the case for lots of movies, it has not been the case for the MCU. These movies have a huge established fanbase, a massive marketing budget, and extra control over the movie theaters themselves. Disney has a huge amount of sway over how many theaters and showtimes their movies get. Thunderbolts had every advantage to do well, even over other MCU movies this year since it had a noticeably larger advertising budget than Brave New World.
The thing is, Thunderbolts is a bad movie. And a bad MCU movie bombing makes sense. The only thing that doesn’t make sense is the positive reviews. So while many people are questioning why a movie with such good reviews did so badly at the box office, I’m instead asking how such a bad movie got such good reviews in the first place. And, as I’ve clearly been hinting at so far, I think it's because the nature of many of these reviews is in some way artificial.
Now before people think I’m some conspiracy theorist about it, I don’t actually think that this is a one to one comparison to the act of review bombing. I don’t think that fans who didn’t watch the movie flooded Rotten Tomatoes with 100% ratings. Instead, I think that the marketing of the film influenced a lot of the reviewer’s opinions. Again, credit to @staying-elive for talking about this, because it is true that Disney made a big push to act like Thunderbolts was some indie film. They did the whole “absolute cinema” meme, and they leaned into the practical stunts involved with the movie. Florence Pugh jumping off that building and the cast talking about Bucky’s stunt double with the wig on his helmet come to mind. The marketing also leaned into the concept of mental health representation. This feels especially odd in hindsight. The depiction of mental health in this movie clearly moved some people, but a great deal of it was fairly one dimensional. Nicque Marina made a great video going into detail about this topic. This movie feels rather patronizing when it comes to the topic of mental health at parts, acting like it can be solved with a group hug.
The highlighting of mental health for this movie also feels odd since other MCU projects have also covered this topic, often with much more care and grace, but the marketing for those projects didn't use the term "mental health" as judiciously as we see in Thunderbolts' marketing. Moon Knight, Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and Wakanda Forever are great examples. These all do a much more in depth, nuanced look into mental health while also not taking such a patronizing attitude towards its characters. Hell, I’d say that Brave New World covers mental health more than Thunderbolts in a much more detailed and subtle way. It covers Isaiah’s trauma, Sam’s grief and sense of constant pressure as a Black man in such a prominent position. It's about, dare I say it, men’s mental health and how they can support each other by being open and vulnerable in their emotions. Sam and Joaquin’s conversation at the end of the movie does more work in that department than a goddamn group hug, that’s for sure! And, again, its fine if people liked the mental health messaging in Thunderbolts, but to act like its the only project that has covered this topic is questionable in my eyes.
The trailers also did a lot of work to make Thunderbolts look like a Guardians of the Galaxy style scrappy team looking for redemption, with Bucky acting as the mentor and moral center of the movie. The montage highlighting each character, complete with big text of their name, implied that this would be a true ensemble cast movie that would dive into each of their stories. The glimpse of Yelena’s room gave the impression that the story would involve all of the characters needing to confront their demons to defeat an insurmountable foe. By showing their initial confrontation with Val, the trailers implied that this would be a clear Thunderbolts vs. Val story where they reject her and help take her down.
But, much like the indie film comparisons, the theme of mental health and redemption isn’t a legitimate trapping of Thunderbolts. Neither was the whole “future of the MCU” angle I talked about in an earlier post. These were all just straws that the marketing department found themselves grasping at when everyone behind the scenes realized that the movie was a dumpster fire. But of course the initial reviewers didn’t know that at the time. And a lot of these reviewers wanted these things that the marketing promised to be true.
While I think that Disney deserves a lot of blame for how they marketed the movie, especially with regards to how they disrespected every project to come out in phases 4 and 5, a lot of blame also falls on the fans. Because the origin of the idea that the MCU fell off after Endgame was not from Disney itself, that was something that came up on the internet just a few projects into phase 4. And while there were a few missteps in the last six years, most of those were more a matter of issues behind the scenes. Executive meddling, poor organization, and insufficient support for creative teams. Disney not immediately listening to the requests of the writers and actors unions which led to the perfectly justified strikes. These account for most of the issues, and beyond that, there were plenty of disappointing movies before phase 4 that the fanbase has just conveniently forgotten with time.
But to many of these reviewers, the claim that Thunderbolts was the start of a new era for the MCU, a return to form, was tempting. It didn’t hurt that this movie was overwhelmingly white. There has been an insidious, racist association between phases 4 and 5 being of supposedly lower quality and their push for greater representation. The racists who believe this are of course choosing to ignore that Antman Quantumania and Thor Love and Thunder were not good at all despite having white leads. And while I’m not going to pretend that every reviewer had openly racist motivations behind being excited for Thunderbolts, it was probably the case for a few. And for those who weren’t being actively racist, I think the general feeling online about phases 4 and 5 have spread to reviewers who aren’t aware of the racist undertones. Plenty of people’s ears are too bad to hear dog whistles.
So, between the work of the marketing team and a general desire for the movie to be good, I think it makes sense that a good deal of reviewers would walk out of the movie having liked it. There was nothing to prime them towards having negative opinions towards the movie other than the actual movie itself. And, well, this is where I get into the kinda conspiracy-esque part. I think that these reviewers really wanted this movie to be good because it fit the narrative that the internet had already decided on. They wanted Brave New World to fail and Thunderbolts to succeed. Brave New World had the rumors about extensive reshoots and a bloated budget, it had a controversial character, it had a moment or two of questionable CGI, and it had a lead who many people can’t stand for reasons they *insist* aren’t racist. In comparison, Thunderbolts was marketed as the creative darling, with actors like Florence Pugh and Sebastian Stan who had been having great success with indie movies. This movie didn’t have those pesky reshoots like Brave New World, and it had all those practical stunts! It was moving the plot forward, bringing back these characters who we hadn’t seen in quite a few years confronting a villain who had been set up over multiple movies. It was an ensemble cast, which we haven’t seen since Eternals.
So unlike the victims of review bombing, this movie had nothing but positivity at its back. And so reviewers just kinda rode that wave. Because this is their job, and part of that job is getting attention. A confirmation that the movie everyone wanted to be good was indeed great? That gets views and clicks. So at least a portion of reviewers were just riding off the fun of watching a new MCU movie that they wanted to be good. A proportion were probably genuinely racist John Walker fans who loved how the movie mocked and erased Sam. But I think there were definitely reviewers who recognized that the movie was bad. I mean, how could anyone with half a brain not notice that? But I think they had good reason to not point it out.
Why would a professional reviewer not take the opportunity to call out a bad movie? Don’t they love doing that? Well, as I said before, it would go against the desired narrative, a narrative that was shared by Disney, fans, and reviewers. And it is genuinely risky to go up against something that powerful. Nobody wants to be the first one to point out that the movie everyone wanted to be good was actually really bad. They don’t want to be the buzzkill, especially since the movie is supposed to be this heartfelt masterpiece about the importance of mental health! To finally reference my title, nobody wants to be the person to point out that the emperor’s beautiful robes don’t exist, that his tailor has been lying to him, that he’s parading through the streets naked.
And so, much like the review bombing we’ve seen directed at recent projects, the reviews for Thunderbolts feel similarly untrustworthy. And while this is a concerning thing to have happened, in some ways it is actually kind of comforting. Because I want the theater industry to survive, and I want the MCU to last and make good movies. If it became a pattern that MCU movies with genuine, overwhelmingly positive reviews bombed in theaters just like every other movie, that would probably spell the end for theaters and the MCU. But in the case of Thunderbolts, it was just a case of a bad movie doing badly. And that is at least something that is actionable, something that can be changed for future movies to ensure financial success. I hope that the lesson execs learn from Thunderbolts is that, at the end of the day, quality is all that matters. No amount of marketing or public perception is going to affect the actual content of the film. Because when the emperor has no clothes, someone will eventually point it out.
#sorry for rambling!#i think i ended up just repeating your point lol#anti thunderbolts#mcu critical
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This absolutely obscure 90s movie really said "I'm going to define your taste in meow meows/babygirls, set in stone that you're bi by making you fall in love with both the female & male lead so hard, vanish from your memory for he next 16 years and then violently slap you in the face with the memory of all of this", huh....
#like. I saw this scene again just and went...oh. OH.#well if that isn't a carbon copy of how I like my men: goofy sad losers with a heart of gold & fluffy hair. skirts highly appreciated#LIKE TELL ME how this wasn't supposed to shape my brain into what it is today??!!!#that movie is WILD though. if you know you know#also the fashion in this slaps so hard#wAIT is that where my love for obscure fashion comes from too???? I'll be damned!#also the female lead is so cuuuute I can't breathe. watching it again had my heart beat faster all over again TAT#I forgot a whole bunch about this movie. the rewatch was bonkers to say the least#woodenelaramble#movie
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Ok in honor of this post getting pretty widely viewed I'm posting my (self proclaimed) funny tumblr text meme edit here
#in stars and time#siffrin#isabeau#image tag#This is probably the only thing of mine I'll ever publicly share I'm more of a reblogger than a Maker Of Things so#Funnily enough I actually made this Before op posted this scene. I noted the shift from fake portrait to scary portrait back when I was—#playing through act 4 (kind of hilarious thing for Siffrin to get annoyed about. btw. I could character analyze him over that but I won't)—#but I didn't actually realize ISABEAU reacted like this (I fucking missed the blush entirely) until my friend Robin pointed it out to me.#This specific screenshot is something I took right off cloudy's ''sifcore'' tag but ever since Robin mentioned that I was like. Haunted#And then I saw this reblogged by Cloudy and went OH I HAVE THE PERFECT PORTRAITS FOR THIS#Anyway these are The Exact Portraits Used In The Referenced Scene. How do I know for sure? I went back to my fucking second save file—#and looped forwards to floor 3 just to get the interaction again. To check and make sure I was using the exact portraits from the scene#Anyway these fuckers make me ill. Bye#Nebbie posts#<- I FORGOT MY ORGANIZATIONAL TAGS AUUGH
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hi. for people who saw gatsby: an american myth. do you remember mckee asking nick for lunch. and then gatsby in like the next scene inviting nick for lunch. because i remember.
#not pjo#chitter chatter#when gatsby was like 'we should do lunch' i was like. hello. fucking. hello. are we. hello.#gatsby really said we just met literally 5 minutes ago. come meet my father figure. normal normal thing to do jay.#to be clear gatsby also asks him to go to lunch in the book. but like. there's a time skip. and also#in the show after mckee asks they immediately start making out on the couch. none of this ... nonsense#so the vibes are a LITTLE different in my brain.#i saw a few people say they didnt think gatsby and nick flirted enough and like while i do think that think part of it is we're#in nick's pov but not his HEAD#he DOES start singing about gatsby's smile for no reason until jordon is like. alright buddy. lets talk about daisy.#like nick was just Doing That. pull it together carraway.#but i got the vibe (JUST my take) that gatsby was like. kinda into nick. zero reason to be leaning into his space like that sir.#however when he actually MET daisy again he became kinda singularly focused on her again#i mean he built his whole lifeup to this moment#he says it at the end. he murdered pieces of himself to bring himself here. for DAISY.#him snapping back to daisy mode makes sense to me but he still reaches out for nick as a comfort in the sense that hes like#nick do NOT leave please stay with us. daisy does the same. and ofc part is that theyre really. fucking awkward. but like.#LET ME HAVE MY OWN NONSENSE INTERPRETATIONS. HES TRAPPED BY WHITENESS AND CLASS AND HETEROSEXUALITY.#hes already so much of an outsider trying to fit in. (i also think he loves daisy or an ideal at least. and she's EASIER to love. safer.)#nick inherently has more freedom even as a gay man in the sense that hes richer and white and an ivy league dude i mean you understand righ#right????????#even if its in the book i do wanna point out the parallels between those moments. im choosing to see it as deeply intentional <3#this show had a lot of repetition and parallels (see daisy and myrtle in a lot of songs and scenes)#(one i LOVE is tom giving myrtle a necklace and daisy later giving TOM her necklace in case he sees anyone he knows. idk love that shit)#im...gonna queue this#im embarrassed to talk about this show so much. so. into the queue it goes!!!#all the worlds a stage#so like. anyway. thats where i think nick's mind immediately went when gastsby asked him for lunch. personal headcanon <3#gatsby after one convo: we're doing lunch // me and nick immediately: oh ok! guess that's a date then!
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Red Hot
Shin Ryujin x Male Reader
Tags: anal, anal creampie, asshole fingering, cock and toy DP, dick sucking lips, dildo, dirty talk, doggy, pornography, POV, redhead, riding, sex on camera, sloppy blowjob, thong, throatpie
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You were trying to scout new girls for your adult entertainment agency, but you had been struggling as of late to find new talent. Things were dire, and the girls you had lately taken a look at weren't impressing you much; maybe the prospect of new talents was truly dire.
Until you saw a redhead Asian girl shaking her ass on stage and fell in love with her instantly.

"She's so good, I need to get her number," you said as you watched the tape of the redhead girl, knowing you needed to get her at all costs to film a scene for your studio. "Apparently her name is Ryujin," you said to a staff member. "I have to call her ASAP," you continued. It took a bit, but you finally managed to find a way to contact her.
"Do you want to film a scene with us?" you texted Ryujin. "Sure, but I think I'll need my label's authorization," she answered. "This has to be between us; I don't want anyone to decide for you," you told her.
Ryujin ended up accepting your offer to film the scene; she was initially thinking it was for some drama, but soon she would find out it was a different kind of scene.
As Ryujin entered the studio, she found you finishing a hardcore sex scene with a girl. At first, she felt embarrassed. But before she could say anything, you put your clothes back on and went in her direction.
"I don't know if I can do this. I thought it was going to be a regular scene, not pornography," Ryujin told you. "Relax," you said to her. "What if people close to me see it?" she asks. "Don't be afraid; you can use a stage name. How about 'Red Hot'?" Because that's what you look like with that hair," you said to her.
"Ok, that's a great name," Ryujin answered. "Go to the dressing room and take your favorite outfit from there; we can start as soon as you do," you answered her. "Alright," Ryujin replied, still trying to process what she had gotten into.
"Wow, oh my goodness," you said as Ryujin returned from the dressing room. She had truly chosen the skimpiest possible outfit: a G-string bra and thong along with high heels. "Looks like you are going to pull out an amazing performance today," you told her. "I always do; you can count on that," she said.
Ryujin started making sexy poses in the mirror and smiling as you looked at her beautiful, hot body. Soon, you got the camera rolling. "You like my outfit? I put it just for you," she said, licking the mirror. "It's incredible," you answered. She smiled again. It didn't take long for her to start talking dirty to you. "I've been thinking about your cock all day long; bet it's really hard for me," she said.
"I can't wait for that big cock to be deep in my pussy and my ass," Ryujin kept talking dirty to you. "How did you guess I was gonna fuck your ass?" you asked her as the camera zoomed into her body. "Well, I know most guys would love to," she said, shaking them in front of the camera just like she did in the concert.
"Your outfit is wonderful. Are you ready to be my naughty little kitty today?" You asked Ryujin, the camera zooming in on her boobs. "Of course, I've been so horny," she answered, pulling her bra to the side and letting you pour some slick lube on her cute tits for her to massage them.
"My nipples are so hard, I'm so excited and horny to bounce up and down on that cock," Ryujin said as she grabbed her boobs and played with her small outfit. "Such a nice pussy, I love it," you said as she teased you, playing with her thong that could barely contain it. "I'm so horny, I need that big fat cock, please, stroke it for me, show me how much you want it, get it hard for me," she said.
Ryujin turned around and slowly took her thong down, showing you her tight little holes. She bent over a little, massaging her pussy in front of you and putting a finger in her asshole. "Rub it in for me," you told her, pouring lube on her ass and making it shiny as she kept teasing you and shaking her ass just like she did at the concert. "Imagine that butt sliding down that big fat cock, up and down like this," she said, moving it to show it.
Ryujin truly loved to tease you, smiling from ear to ear as her body got you throbbing. You had filmed countless scenes with many naughty girls, but Ryujin truly had a unique charm. "Use me, use all of my holes," she begged, spanking her own ass. Soon, you took your turn, spanking her butt a bit. "I like that," she said, with a cute smile, before you set your sights on a different target and started rubbing your fingers around her asshole.
"Oh yeah, play with my tight ass. Oh, that feels good," Ryujin says as you start penetrating her butthole with your thumb. "You like that?" you asked her. "Oh, I love it," Ryujin said, letting you stick your thumb as deep as possible. "My ass is very tight," she said, and you could tell as it contracted as soon as you pulled out of it.
You feed your dirty thumb straight into Ryujin's mouth, her enjoying it a lot as she smiled at you, and you gave her a little choking too. She pulled her tongue out as you ran your hands over her body and pulled your pants down. "That cock is nice and hard and ready to fuck me," she said, touching it. "It's all yours today," you told her. "I can't wait to feel it inside me," she said.
Ryujin slowly stroked your cock using her very strong hands. "Look at that cock," she said, getting down on her knees and kissing the tip of it before going down the whole shaft. She teased you a bit with a few kisses and licks, paying special attention to your throbbing tip and making your pant sounds be loudly recorded.
"I love to kiss your cock," Ryujin said. "Can't forget about the balls," she continued, putting them in her mouth for the first time as she kept stroking your cock. You zoomed the camera into her pretty face and worked all over your sack. "That's incredible," you said as she spat on your cock and started finally taking it in her mouth.
Ryujin gave you a very slow-paced blowjob, but her dick-sucking lips were so incredible you were already on the edge. And she knows how to tease, rubbing the tip of your cock in her nipples a couple of times between her blowjobs. "Playing with those hard nipples," she said.
Ryujin sucked your cock like a champion, giving you a blowjob very few girls you had previously performed with had managed to. Her warm mouth, dirty talk, and strong strokes made for a lethal combination, putting you at the edge of your seat from the get-go. "That cock tastes so good," she said, taking it deeper and deeper in her throat. She was very sloppy, coating your shaft with her saliva and maneuvering every inch of it incredibly.
You tried to fuck her face, but Ryujin didn't relent, taking your cock with ease deep in her throat before retaking control of the blowjob. "I love blowing bubbles on that big cock, so big I need to use both my hands to stroke it," she said as she kept working them alongside her tongue to perfection.
You kept panting against the camera, Ryujin's blowjob making you use all your energy just to hold onto the cum that was begging to come out of your cock. She circled her smiling all over it, smiling as she didn't spare
It didn't take long for you to not resist Ryujin's incredible cock-sucking skills and blow your cum out prematurely, forcing you to cut the scene. "Damn, looks like you enjoyed me sucking your cock a lot," she said with the camera already off. "I definitely did," you said, getting on the floor for the next sequence.
"Get that cock hard and we can keep going," you told Ryujin, who promptly obliged as she didn't need much effort to put it back throbbing again, spitting all over your cock as you lay on the floor. "I can't wait to have it inside you," you said to her. Ryujin agreed, but first she needed to taste it a little bit more.
Ryujin dove between your legs, circling her tongue around your balls before moving down to lick your asshole. "Such a nasty girl," you said as the camera followed her face and Ryujin started to make sloppy sounds with her tongue deep in your rectum. She moved her face up and down as she worked her mouth all over your anus, spitting on your balls and licking them as you filmed that amazing point of view for the audience.
"So good," you told Ryujin, praising her incredible rimjob skills. Not every girl has the courage to get down and dirty, even among the best cock suckers, but Ryujin was taking her tongue inside your asshole with the same ease that she sucked your cock. She kept following the camera, looking at it very naturally.
"Are you ready for my tight pussy?" I want you to stretch all my holes today, my tight little pussy and my tight little ass," Ryujin said, looking right at the audience while stroking your cock. She was finally ready to climb on top of that cock as she prepared herself to ride it and got herself in position, but not before you gave her a few instructions.
"Rub it in your pussy," you told Ryujin, who promptly started teasing you, touching the tip of your cock against the entrance of her vagina. "I love that pussy grinding on my cock," you told her. She went a little further, rubbing your tip against her navel. "Can't wait to have it bulging under my belly," she said, also pressing your cock a little between her thighs before finally taking it down her pussy.
"Fuck, it's so big," Ryujin says as she starts having second thoughts, taking only the tip of you inside her pussy. You capture her priceless reaction to the size of your cock. "Oh, it's so big," she repeats, trying to get it deeper in her pussy, bouncing very slowly. "That cock feels so good inside me," she says.
"Do you enjoy watching it go up and down my pussy?" Ryujin asks as she slowly starts to get more comfortable with your cock. "I can feel it stretching me out," she says, your amazing girth filling her pussy to the fullest. She looks at the camera and starts making sensual expressions, grabbing her boobs as she moans riding your cock. "Ohhhh, ohhhh, you make my pussy so creamy," she moans.
Ryujin picks up the pace, you moving the camera to capture every inch of her body. "I love feeling that cock so deep inside me, oh yeah," she moans. You try to push upwards, but Ryujin quickly takes control, her sexy slow ride quickly bringing you to submission. You zoom the camera right into her crotch, capturing her riding your cock in a way the audience can feel fully immersed in the scene.
"Ohhhh, I love to feel every inch of that cock in my pussy," Ryujin says, riding your cock hard and deep just as you zoom around her pussy. She grinds and spins on your cock, riding it perfectly as she rubs her pussy for the audience. "Oh, fuck, oh yeah," she moans, quickly getting wet and dropping a huge load of squirt into the camera that makes her giggle.
Ryujin cleans the squirt from your shaft and your belly as she smiles. "It tastes so delicious," she says. "You're so naughty," you tell her as she sucks your cock and spits all over your cock. "Come here, baby, crawl for me like a kitty cat," you tell her, Ryujin obliging as you put your camera on a tripod and capture her crawling body, giving you a nice gift in the process.
"Ohhh, that's big, but I don't know if it's bigger than yours," Ryujin says as you give her a dildo for her to play with. She strokes and sucks it just like she did to your cock, your camera fully capturing her sexy moves while she plays with her pussy, making gag sounds all over the toy and deepthroating it. "You like sucking it?" you ask her. Ryujin smiles.
"OH MY GOD," Ryujin screams as you get behind her and shove your cock back inside her pussy. The camera captures her reaction perfectly. "OH FUCK," Ryujin screams as you pump her pussy hard as she performs a spit-roasting with the dildo, gagging hard on it as she gets pounded. "OH FUCK, OH YEAH," she moans, you pushing her body closer to the camera and grabbing her hair, relentlessly attacking her tight pussy.
"OH, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," Ryujin moans as you get fully in the frame, topping her with hard thrusts deep in her cunt. She gags all over the dildo. "OHHHHH," she screams as she pulls out of it, giggling and sucking it as you tell her about your next plans.
"I want to put this in your ass," you say to Ryujin, filming her hot body in full display. "Do you think it can fit?" she asks. "Of course, I know you can do everything I ask," you tell her.
Ryujin bends over on the couch, you adding some lube to the dildo as you watch her start shoving it down her butthole. "Oh, fuck," she moans as the dildo anally penetrates her. "Oh my God, that ass is so tight," she says, yet still manages to shove the whole toy in her anus, teasing you as you zoom into her backside to watch her play with it, Ryujin taking the whole 10 inches of the dildo up her butt.
Ryujin moans as the dildo continues to stretch her asshole. "I can feel that cock stretching my little tight ass; I know you want it too," she says. "OH MY GOD, IT'S SO BIG," she screams, but keep going, simulating an anal penetration in front of you to perfection. You capture her moaning face and her incredible ass, eventually not resisting the urge and shoving your cock back in her pussy.
"Oh yeah, fill both my holes," Ryujin says as your cock gets in and double stuffs her. She takes both the fake and real cock with ease, giving away that she's got some previous experience getting double penetrated. "OH FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD," she says, your cock barely inside her as you keep thrusting, Ryujin matching your thrusts with the dildo in perfect sync.
Ryujin's tight pussy squeezes your cock even further now that she's got two massive toys in both her holes to play with it. She giggles as she pulls the dildo out of her asshole to taste it. "You want the real thing, don't you?" you ask her, not even giving her rectum a second to breathe as you already shut it back down with your massive cock.
"OH MY GOD, OH FUCK," Ryujin screams as you anally penetrate her for the first time, muffling her moans with the dildo. She shows she's not intimidated by your massive cock up her butt, moving her hips to meet your thrusts as your hand camera fully captures it for the audience. Moaning and gagging sounds come from Ryujin's mouth as your cock gets deeper in her ass, her shaking it nicely to take all of it while she gags all over the monster dildo, having fun with both her toys.
"OH YES, FUCK MY ASS, JUST LIKE THAT," Ryujin commands as you zoom briefly into her moaning face before giving the perfect view of your cock pounding her ass, immersing the audience almost as if they were the ones fucking her. "Do you enjoy fucking my ass?" Ryujin asks just as your camera zooms into her sexy face.
"Give me that big cock deep in my ass, use my hole, use my tight ass, oh fuck, use it to stroke that cock," Ryujin talks dirty as her tight butthole squeezes your cock to the fullest. "So nice," you tell her, Ryujin licking the dildo as you penetrate her butt.
"Ride my cock," you tell Ryujin, never pulling out as you get down on the couch. "Like this," you tell her as Ryujin starts squatting on your cock with her fit butt, you giving a full body angle to the audience of the incredible ride she's giving you, zooming into her ass just as she grabs her cheeks and spreads them for your cock.
"OH YES, YES, YES," Ryujin moans as she bounces on your cock like a pro, pushing you to the edge as the side of her cheeks hits your legs. Her flaming red hair waves beautifully, creating an effect that looks almost as if she's catching fire. You have to briefly pull out just not to cum, with how amazing she's performing. "Please, put it back in. I want you to use me like your sex toy," Ryujin says, begging like a baby girl to you.
"Put it back inside your ass, you earned it," you tell Ryujin as you recover your breath and hand your cock back to her. Ryujin promptly sits on it, you zooming your cameras as she shakes her ass on your cock sideways, giggling and moaning as she does so, you capturing her wide as close as possible while also taking a look at the reactions in her slutty face as she looks behind to watch herself getting impaled.
Ryujin goes all-in, riding your cock extremely well, taking it all the way deep with fast thrusts. "OH MY GOD IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD, I LOVE HAVING THAT BIG FAT COCK DEEP IN MY ASS," she says, you groaning again, her tight ass squeezing your cock more than ever.
Ryujin knows she's in the driver's seat, spanking her own ass as she squats hard on your cock. "OH, IT'S SO DEEP, MY ASS IS SO FUCKING TIGHT BOUNCING UP AND DOWN THAT BIG FAT COCK. OH FUCK, I LOVE RIDING THAT COCK," she screams as her bounces only get harder, the couch making noises as Ryujin makes you unload inside her ass. This time you don't cut it from the scene, just letting the audience enjoy the way she drained your balls.
"Looks like I'm winning it handily against you," Ryujin says off-camera as she watches you sit to take a little relief. It takes a bit for you to recover from her incredible anal ride, but as soon as you're ready, you pop your cock back in the screen for her to taste her ass. "Taste that dirty ass, baby, suck my cock," you tell her, Ryujin promptly bobbing her head, using no hands, just attacking your cock relentlessly with her dick-sucking lips as you try to fuck her face, but she's so strong she quickly prevails, spitting on your dick to sign her win.
"Lay on your back," you tell Ryujin as she spreads her legs on the couch and starts teasing you, bringing back the dildo into play as she shoves it in her pussy. You're still so numb from the last fuck session you drop the camera just as you were about to start filming her masturbating. "Oh, fuck, oh my God," she moans, her legs fully spread as you soon enter the scene, putting Ryujin in a feet position and pushing your cock back in her ass.
"OH FUCK YEAH," Ryujin screams as you thrust as hard as possible into her asshole. "OH YES, FUCK ME," she begs, pushing the dildo hard and deep into her pussy to match your intense penetration. She giggles and then shoves the dildo up her mouth just as you bring the camera and zoom into her body, giving the perfect view of her ass getting fucked with her pussy wide open, albeit not for long as Ryujin shoves the dildo back inside it.
"FUCK YES, YES, YES, YES, YES," Ryujin screams until she squirts all over the dildo, smiling to the camera as she tastes her juices from it. You stay focused, fucking her ass hard and immersing the audience just like a POV sex scene asks for, capturing all of Ryujin's sexy reactions as she fingers her pussy and facefucks herself with the dildo while you anally pound her. She puts a couple of fingers up her cunt, ready to squirt at any second.
"YESSSSSSS," Ryujin loudly screams as the juices of her pussy cover your cock after a massive squirting, some of it spilling into the camera lenses. "That felt so good," she says with that incredible smile that you already fell in love with. You adjust the camera, taking her into a slow round of ass-fucking, just admiring her beauty as you fuck her like your sex toy, just like she asked before, Ryujin sexy looking into your eyes and moaning beautifully.
"AHHHHH," Ryujin moans as you hit the depths of her asshole. You switch to her pussy. "Oh yes, fuck my pussy," Ryujin says as things get hotter and hotter, the red-hot girl making you want to go on forever. "USE MY PUSSY, YES," she begs. You choke her a bit and share some kisses, showing hot, passionate moments are possible even in the most hardcore scenes. "OH YEAH," Ryujin screams, her pussy getting wet as you fully top her, slowing down with your cock fully buried deep inside her pussy.
Ryujin starts losing her breath, the long pounding finally catching up to her. You sense her vulnerability and pick up the pace, kissing her as you thrust hard and fast inside her pussy, watching her get wetter and wetter. Her legs are so spread her high heels almost hit the camera, you grabbing it to capture her beautiful smile.
"Sit on my cock," you tell Ryujin, her obliging as you give a back view of her getting stuffed in her pussy. You grab her hot body and start pumping up her cunt. As soon as Ryujin gets your cock back inside her, the viewers enjoy her getting used by your massive cock with fast but very passionate thrusts. The only thing they can see is your legs and Ryujin's ass as you pump her hard and grab her butt. "OH MY GOD, OH YEAH, OH FUCK," she moans, losing her breath bit by bit as your hard pounding exhausts her, but despite that, she keeps giggling and smiling at all times.
You let Ryujin sensually grind on your cock, the viewers getting an incredible experience of her moving her pussy around your cock. Her puckered anus winks to them like a camera eye, Ryujin just letting herself get pounded nonstop as you attack her pussy like a madman, the only audible things on tape being her moans and the sound of your hips clapping against her cheeks.
"OH YES BABY, OH YES BABY, PLEASE FUCK ME," Ryujin begs as her pussy gets obliterated. She is tired now, her preparations for the comeback and all those performances at those university festivals that made you fall in love with her finally catching up to her. You stay with your cock inside her pussy, taking a little break to suck her cute tits and share some kisses.
"I want your cum," Ryujin says as she's ready to enter the final moments of the scene. You knew there was only one way to end this scene, as you put Ryujin's pretty face upside down on the couch and started fucking it balls deep, enjoying the saliva coming out of her face.
"Eat that ass," you tell Ryujin as you sit on her face to take a little break, her obliging and licking your asshole as you wipe it on her face and stroke your cock, Ryujin taking a slice of your balls to lick it as well. You quickly go back to pounding her throat, enjoying her coughing and gagging as your cock bulges under her throat while you grope her tits.
You switch the angle of the camera, attacking Ryujin's throat as hard as possible as you give the viewers a back view, Ryujin's throat getting stuffed like a pussy as saliva starts running down her mouth into her face, ruining it completely. You're now closer than ever and know only a few couple thrusts are needed for you to cum. "I want to fucking cum," you tell her, Ryujin gagging as a way to beg for it, her eyes rolling as her face is completely stuffed full of your cock now, loud wet noises coming out each time you hit deep in her throat, your cock all the way down it and even your balls now completely stuffed inside her mouth.
You unload inside Ryujin's throat, pulling out a bit to also shoot a couple of loads in her pretty face, the scene ending with her ruined face covered full of cum. "That was so good," she says just as you turn off the camera. "You're incredible, red-hot girl," you tell her. "Thank you," she says, smiling as you praise her performing skills.
As Ryujin gets ready to leave, you make another proposal to her.
"Come back tomorrow; I need to fill this pussy next," you tell her.
"Hell yeah, can't wait for you to cum multiple times in my pussy," she answers.
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i watched midori aka shoujo tsubaki and it's huhhhhh how do you say huhhhh lame
#at least it's short. 50ish minutes only#it's so. uninspired and pointlessly miserable i almost hated it. then 30-ish minutes in a scene so Batshit happens i was obsessed.#and then it was weird in a lame way again but the music slapped#anyway. mah#it's fine whatever i didn't expect much i just watched it bc it was short#i did in fact set out to watch belladonna of sadness but it is the perfect length aka 90 mins and i didn't feel up for it#and midori is kinda like. in my brain. trailing behind belladonna of sadness i just went w that#but i did find out there's a live action remake from 2016 and it's almost frame per frame exactly the same from the little bits i saw ?!?!#which was SO FUNNY#but somehow they managed to stretch it to a 90 mins or smth ?!?!?!?!?!?!?! WHAT HAPPENED THERE#oh nay
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𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.
college! peter parker x fem reader.
18+ only !!! f! receiving oral sex. peter parker has an oral fixation i said what i said. in my spider-man era again.
peter was a weekly visitor at this point. sometimes, it was twice, but never more than three. three was pushing it.
Three said that Peter meant something to you, and you couldn’t have that. No, whatever this was between the pair of you was strictly transactional. It was Peter texting you late at night, the classic, you up? Gracing your screen, and every time, you would pretend to be annoyed.
As if Peter coming around to give you the greatest head of your life was an inconvenience. Tempted, the devil on your shoulder smirking, to type back, Jesus, again? but never doing it. Instead, you wrote: sure.
Still, it plagued your mind. He never asked for anything else.
It was as if he did this purely for himself.
“Oh fuck,” you mewled, clenching down tight. The hand that was wrapped around Peter’s brown curls clutched and tugged, and the unconscious movement earned you a chastised groan. It rumbled through your cunt, and the echo shot to your clit, making you close your eyes and lean back, wet mouth spilling his name into your dorm.
Peter liked hearing you.
Liked seeing you lose your mind with his head between your thighs, your pussy wet and throbbing from his mouth and fingers. It’s why he came around often. Sometimes, he wouldn’t even text, would just knock on your door -- looking sheepish from under his dark curls -- and just. Not. Say. Anything.
His silence was answer enough. You knew what he wanted. Or, needed, as you later figured out, as you saw how red he’d gotten when you told him he couldn’t come around for a bit. When you said something about focusing on exams, he’d come over anyway, whined, shuffled his feet and said, You can do your work, I just gotta…I’ll be quick.
The lack of explanation made your mind swirl. But regardless, you’d let him in and did your work with his head between your thighs. He’d tutored you, too, told you how to solve for x with his fingers inside of you. He’d said, if you let me make you come again, I’ll do your Maths work for the next week. After he’d left, you stared at the scene of the crime in pure silence.
Just…reflecting.
Peter fluttered his tongue over your swollen clit. Focused on swirling it around his tongue in sloppy, wet circles, and the thick desire that swelled between your thighs began to pool at your lower back, forcing you to arch up into it.
“Please,” you wept, even though he was giving you what you wanted. Flat on your back with his deft grip keeping your bare thighs open. It was 8 pm. He’d caught you just after your shower, so the smell of your shampoo and body wash wafted through the air – Lavender and pear.
Peter had spread you open and said you smelled like spring. You’d been far too turned on to comment on it. He grumbled into your cunt, and you managed to work out the word, more? You hummed, too drunk on him and wound tight to verbalise that yes, you wanted more. Wanted him to make you come, and come again, till all you could do was mumble his name and focus on your breathing.
He'd learnt how you liked it. Paid attention, and he was getting full scores as he pushed his tongue flat against your swollen clit and sucked. Your vision went white.
“Oh fuck – ohfuck, Peter—” you squirmed, but Peter was strong, and he held you to the bed with his vice-like grip, wordlessly saying take it take it take it.
He lapped at you, salvia drooling over your cunt and down his chin, soaking the sheets. He was always so careless. In moments like this, that nervous edge that always fluttered around him was gone, replaced by a visceral drive to either please you, or get what he wanted.
The two bled into each other.
His tempo was leisurely, but that didn’t stop the heat from washing over you all at once.
You clamped your thighs around his ears and moaned -- loud, so loud that you were sure the other students on your floor heard.
Still, the ache was erratic, “So good,” you sobbed, and you heard yourself, heard the near primal need in your voice, and the desperation made you embarrassed, made you cover your mouth with your palm and grip the sheets, willing yourself to cool it.
“Move your hand, or I’ll stop,” he uttered against you, and your clit was so sore that the echo of his words made your eyes roll back. Peter must have seen, as he hummed a laugh, and kissed your inner thigh, “lemme hear you.”
Managing to gain some sense of sanity, you blearily blinked down at him, but all sense of stability you thought you had was wiped away when you saw Peter had his hand stuffed down his pants.
You dropped back onto the bed and sobbed.
You knew he got off on this, but Jesus Christ, you’d never seen that before.
“Gotta be kidding me,” you breathed, and Peter must have understood what you were referencing, as he buried his reddening face into your inner thigh. He let out a breathy chuckle, “’ M’sorry,” he mumbled, “usually I wait till I get home, but you’re just so hot.”
You had to stay completely still, or you’d burst. Usually, I wait till I get home?
Peter moved his face and began nuzzling the wet folds of your pussy. He bumped his nose against your clit, and you quietly choked.
Peter hummed, “couldn’t help myself.”
You figured he did something like that, but the admission made your thighs tense. You pictured him stumbling home – cheeks still wet with you – and tugging his pants down, quickly shoving his hands into his boxers and taking hold of his aching cock. Did he whimper when he came? Or was he silent, all tremors and low grunts? No. He definitely whimpered.
He was far too pretty to stay quiet.
The sudden desire to kiss him swept over you.
Reaching down, you tugged at his curls, wordlessly motioning him to move. When he did, you briefly saw the red of his cheeks and wet of his nose before you kissed him, all tongue, and tasted yourself on his pink lips.
Peter melted into you. Huffed your name like a sigh, and the sheer tenderness of it had you wrapping your legs around his back and pressing your bare cunt against his jeans.
He was rock-hard. Tentatively, you ran your nails over his chest, and dipped low, pressing between his thighs, cupping his bulge, and gently squeezing. Peter wept.
“Oh fuck,” he sobbed, as desperate as you imagined. With one hand in his hair and the other on his cock, you continued to kiss him, until the ache between your thighs became too much to bear.
“Make me come,” you whispered, “and I’ll put you in my mouth.”
Peter had never moved so fast in his life.
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two to tango
pairing: bucky barnes x black widow! yelena’s sister! reader
summary: you weren’t sure what to expect when you went to visit your sister yelena at avengers tower. that’s when you run into the cocky and flirty bucky barnes. except, it’s dark and late, he doesn’t know you, and he thinks you’re an intruder.
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warnings: smut, unprotected sex, semi-public sex in avengers tower, praise kink, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, reader and bucky take turns on top, flirty bucky bc he deserves his own warning, minors DNI
You stepped out of the elevator into the hallway and headed towards Yelena’s room.
You were at Avengers Tower to visit with your sister Yelena. Your flight had gotten very delayed, so she told you to let yourself in. And that’s how you found yourself walking through Avengers Tower in the pitch black at two in the morning.
There was something eerie about how quiet and empty it was. You’d always pictured it as bursting with superheroes and energy, and now it seemed so still and deserted.
You had also trained in the Red Room, like Yelena, so you could handle yourself but the empty corridors still gave you the nervous jitters.
You walked past the kitchen and living room, noticing the giant television on the wall.
You swore you saw something in the reflection, and then as you walked around the corner, you felt a sharp kick to the back of your knees.
You fell, sliding across the marble floor. You rolled onto your back and looked behind you.
You could only barely see his silhouette, but there was a man standing above you.
You quickly wrapped your legs around one of his and pinned him to the ground.
“Who the hell are you?” You asked, lying on top of the man.
You heard him laugh under his breath, then he hooked one of his legs around your waist and flipped you over.
You tried to squirm out of his grip, but with him straddling you, there was nowhere for you to go. You landed a punch, your fist coming in contact with his cheek.
You tried to punch again, but he caught your fist in his hand. He grabbed both of your wrists and pinned your arms above your head.
“Just can’t catch a break today,” the man mumbled under his breath.
Suddenly, light filled the room. You both squinted as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light.
“Bucky? What the hell?” A voice questioned. You both looked over to see Yelena entering the room.
The name turned on a lightbulb in your head. You looked back at the man hovering above you. Then, you recognized his dark hair, beard, and oh shit— metal arm.
Bucky met your gaze, and you could see his brain connect the dots. “Oh god wait…are you—” Bucky started to ask.
Yelena walked closer to you. Her eyes widened as she saw the scene before her: Bucky straddling and pinning her sister to the floor. “What the hell, Bucky? Get off my sister.” Yelena snapped.
“She was on top of me first.” Bucky said defensively, shooting you a wink as he stood up.
“Woah woah…no no no. Do not wink at my sister.” Yelena said, noticing the way Bucky was smirking at you. You could feel a warmth flush to your cheeks. Bucky offered his hand to you.
You cautiously took ahold of his metal hand and let him pull you to your feet. “You must be Yelena’s sister. I’m Bucky.” He said, not letting go of your hand. Yelena’s gaze went between the way you and Bucky were staring into each other's eyes and Bucky's hand in yours.
“So, do you make it a priority to kick every visitor you have to the ground?” You challenged, tilting your head to the side. Bucky chuckled under his breath. “I’m sorry about that. I didn’t know it was you, Yelena said you were getting here tomorrow. You seemed to be able to handle yourself pretty well though.” He complimented you.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it.” You replied, coyly.
Yelena helplessly looked back and forth between the two of you.
“No no no no no. None of this,” Yelena interrupted, standing in between the two of you. She put her hands on your shoulders and started to steer you away from Bucky. “Thank you for keeping her company or whatever you were doing, Barnes.” Yelena said, pulling you towards her room.
“I’ll see you later.” You heard Bucky call after you. You glanced over your shoulder, and Bucky winked back at you.
“Don’t you even think about it.” Yelena whispered to you, reading your mind as quickly as the thought crossed your mind.
She brought you back to her room, and your mind couldn’t help but wander to thoughts of Bucky.
You crawled onto the bed next to your sister. “So, what’s Bucky’s deal?” You asked, leaning your head on her shoulder. She looked down at the giddy smile on your face. “I cannot begin to explain how much I forbid it.” She replied.
“Please,” you begged, clasping your fingers together and pouting.
“I’m your older sister. It’s my job to forbid it.” She repeated.
“Oh, please. You’re a year older than me. Do me this one favor. It’s not my fault he’s so charming and strong and— ughhh that arm?” You rambled.
Yelena’s face scrunched up at the thought. “Don’t talk about him like that. I work with him. And you’re my sister. No man is good enough for you.” She said, shuddering. You laughed at how protective she was being.
“Oh, Bucky is more than good enough for me.” You teased, as you laid down on the bed. Yelena pretended to gag and hit you in the face with a pillow.
You couldn’t resist the urge to annoy her a bit further. “He’s just so dreamy. I wonder what he could do with that metal arm.” You pestered her. Yelena plugged her fingers in her ears and started singing to herself.
You couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction. “I will go tell dad right now. Don’t even tempt me.” She threatened.
Your jaw dropped. You’d never get within one hundred feet of Bucky ever again if the Red Guardian knew you liked him. You pretended to zip your lips shut and rolled over to go to sleep.
When you woke up in the morning, Yelena was still asleep. You snuck out of bed and changed into some workout clothes. It was pretty early, so you assumed everyone was still asleep.
You quietly tiptoed down the hall towards the training room you’d passed last night. You swung the door open, but instead of being greeted by an empty room, you came face to face with Bucky lifting weights.
“Well, if it isn’t the infamous Bucky Barnes.” You said, smiling at him and leaning against the wall.
He stopped what he was doing to and looked up at you. As soon as his eyes met yours, that signature smirk returned to his face. “You been looking for me?” He asked, cocking his head to the side.
You walked across the room til you were standing in front of him. Your eyes lingered on his biceps before glancing back up to meet his gaze. You saw him bite his lip as he looked at you.
“Depends. Are you gonna try to tackle me to the floor again?” You joked. He dropped his weights back onto the rack. The loud metal clang almost made you jump. “Why? Do you want me to?” He teased.
You couldn’t help but notice the butterflies you felt when he looked at you.
You ignored his question, “doesn’t matter what I want, I don’t think you could beat me again” you challenged.
“You want a round two? Alright, fair enough. You’re gonna regret it. I won’t go so easy on you this time, doll.” He said.
You both walked over into the middle of the boxing ring. “It’s not too late to back out, if you’re scared to beat by a girl.” You teased. He chuckled. “Trust me, I have no problem with a girl being stronger than me.” He winked at you.
He threw the first punch, which you skillfully dodged.
Then, he tried to lunge for you, but you stepped out of the way and tripped him. He stumbled forward, catching himself on the ropes. You tried to use a side kick, but he grabbed your ankle and tugged it towards him.
You fell down on your back as he held your legs above your head. “Thought you weren’t gonna lose again,” he growled, keeping your legs straight and pulling them apart sideways. You could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked down at you and spread your legs.
You grinned to yourself as you thought of a way to beat him.
You held out your hands out, reaching for his. “Just fucking get down here and kiss me already,” you mumbled. He shuddered from the desperation in your voice.
He grasped for your hands, but when he did, you rested your feet on his stomach and flipped his body over your head, so he landed on his back. You quickly scrambled over to him and straddled his hips.
You held his wrists up above his head. “I think this means I won.” You whispered.
He groaned under you. “I don’t know. I’m feeling like I’m still winning either way.” He said, pulling his hands away from you and letting them rest on your hips. His thumbs massaged your skin.
You playfully rolled your hips against his. His eyes fluttered shut, squeezing your hips even tighter. You thought about the bruises that would be there in the morning.
“Anybody normally come in here in the mornings?” You asked softly, rolling your hips into his again. He swore under his breath. He couldn’t help but buck his hips against yours, desperate for friction. “You scared of getting caught, doll?” He teased.
“I mean, my sister and dad are in the building, and I was actually forbidden.” You told him.
“Forbidden from doing what?” He whispered, biting down on his bottom lip. You smirked down at him.
“This,” you replied simply.
You trailed your fingers across his stomach before letting them land on the hem of his shirt. You methodically pulled it off and over his head.
Bucky was practically drooling as he watched your every move eagerly. You leaned forward til your lips were millimeters away from his. He stared at your lips, longing to close the distance.
“Not yet,” you whispered. You pressed a soft kiss to his bare shoulder, and then another, and then another. Then, you softly bit his shoulder. A breathy moan escaped his lips.
His hands jumped to the small of your back. He pulled you into him, your body fitting perfectly against his like it was written in the stars.
He desperately bucked his hips up against you. “What do you need, honey?” You teasingly asked him. He tried to respond, but you rolled your hips against his again and all that came out was a string of curse words.
“Just tell me where you need me, and I can help you with your situation.” You teased, palming your hand against his erection.
“Oh, fuck,” he swore, his eyes tightly squeezed shut. You brushed his hair out of his face, pressing a soft kiss against his lips.
“Oh please, just let me fuck you. I need you so bad, doll.” He begged.
“Well, you know what I was thinking about all last night?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him. His eyes darkened. “Tell me,” he said, eagerly.
“Thinking about what you could do with this arm,” you said, running your fingers up and down the cool metal.
“Why don’t I just show you?” He said. He quickly spun over, pinning you to the ground. His metal hand grabbed your wrists and held them together above your head. “Not so cocky now that you’re not on top, are you?” He teased, noticing your silence.
You both stared at each other for a few seconds, the air in the room felt heavy. Then your lips attacked each other as you both quickly pulled at the other’s clothes. Your shirt and bra quickly ended up on the other side of the ring.
“Fuck, don’t have the patience for this.” He grunted, pulling down his shorts just enough that his cock sprung out. You swallowed as you looked at how big he was. You were so distracted, you didn’t see what Bucky was doing until you felt him tug down your leggings and rip your panties almost in half.
He firmly grabbed your hips. His cool metal hand in contrast with your burning skin made you shiver.
He slowly sunk his cock into you. His mouth hung open as he filled you up. You felt like you were seeing stars. “Fuck me, Bucky. I’m not gonna break. I need you.” You begged.
His grip tightened on your hips as he began slamming his hips into yours. You desperately reached for anything you could hold on to. Your hands landed in Bucky's hair, weaving and wrapping the strands around your fingers.
“Oh, fuck, doll. Squeezing me so well with this perfect pussy,” he groaned.
His cock rammed against you, slamming into your g-spot over and over and making you cry out. He sealed your lips with a kiss. “Gotta stay quiet for me, sweets. If you stay quiet, I promise I’ll make you feel real good.” He mumbled against your lips.
He pulled your legs to wrap around his hips. He reached even deeper inside of you. The coil building in your abdomen got tighter and tighter.
You leaned your head back against the floor as he started kissing your collarbone. Your gaze trailed down to see his cock burying itself inside of you and stretching you out. It was sinful.
The room was full of the sounds of your sweaty skin slapping against each other and breathy moans.
“Fuck, Bucky. I think I’m gonna—” you mumbled, scratching your nails down his back.
“You want to cum for me, doll? You gonna cum all over my cock and make me yours.” He coaxed you. His words went straight to your core, turning you on even more.
His eyes were black with lust as he watched you. “C’mon, doll. I bet you look so pretty when you cum.” He said, his metal fingers finding your clit and circling it with his thumb.
With that, you came around him.
You repeated his name over and over like it was a prayer. His hips stuttered against yours as you squeezed onto him.
Your vision went white as he continued to thrust into you.
He started to slow his thrusts, but you grabbed his hands and stopped him.
You quickly rolled over, so you were straddling him. “What’re you doin’, doll.” he asked, stuttering as he watched you.
“You’re gonna cum too, super soldier.” You said, sliding down on his cock again.
He sat up, leaning against the ropes of the ring. His head hung back, breathing heavily as you started riding him.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Your breasts bounced in front of his face with every thrust, and he was almost drooling. “Haven’t paid enough attention to these tits,” he mumbled, taking your nipple in his mouth. He softly bit down, making you yelp.
You knew you were already close to another orgasm. His hands cupped your ass. “You take me so well.” He praised you. You tightened your grip on his shoulders.
“Doll, you’re gonna make me cum.” He groaned.
“I’m close too,” you mumbled.
He took your hips in his hands and helped you speed up. His moans sounded angelic to your ears. You could feel his cock start to twitch and his breath got caught in his throat.
“Fill me up,” you purred in his ear.
That was enough to push him over the edge. You could feel him cum, and then your orgasm hit you. “Oh, God, Bucky,” you moaned.
His cum leaked out of you as you squeezed his length. “Love the way you feel,” he mumbled as he started to slow your thrusts.
You collapsed against his chest, sweaty and out of breath. He brushed your hair to the side and kissed up and down your neck.
“I would love to stay and do another round, but Yelena’s gonna be wondering where I am.” You said, caressing his shoulders with your fingertips.
“Any chance you can sneak out later tonight?” He asked, softly.
“I think I can make that work.” You said, grinning.
You both got dressed again. “I’ll be taking these.” He said, grabbing your ripped panties from your hand and stuffing them in his pocket. You went up on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss against Bucky's lips.
He walked behind you as you headed for the door. You both stepped into the hallway and came face to face with Yelena.
She took one look at your disheveled clothes and swollen lips, and her face morphed into a scowl.
Standing behind you, Bucky tried to smooth out your hair after noticing how messy it had gotten.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Bucky.” Yelena said, crossing her arms.
He held up his hands in surrender. “It wasn’t just my fault. It takes two to tango.” He said, winking down at you.
Yelena groaned and pulled you away from him. “See you tonight, doll,” he called after you, knowing it would get on Yelena’s nerves.
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Sundress Season



Blue collar!Rafe x Wife!Reader
a/n: based on this request! 💌
Summary: You surprise your husband Rafe with lunch at his worksite—wearing a sundress that turns a few too many heads. His coworkers are bold, but Rafe’s jealousy is bolder. He handles it the only way he knows how: by making it very clear you’re his.
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You should’ve known better than to wear the sundress.
It’s not like you were trying to be a distraction. You were just hot, the Carolina sun beating down through your windshield, and the soft yellow cotton was the only thing in your closet that didn’t make you want to cry. So you threw your hair up, grabbed the brown paper bag of lunch, and headed to the job site with a smile.
You knew Rafe was working somewhere out off the mainland, some big house renovation, and he’d sounded exhausted on the phone earlier. You figured a surprise lunch would be the least you could do.
What you didn’t count on was the way the crew looked at you when you stepped out of the truck.
A couple of guys near the framing area went silent mid-conversation. One of them let out a low whistle.
“Damn, Cameron’s wife is somethin’ else,” one muttered, not quietly. “No way she came out here lookin’ like that just to see him.”
Your cheeks burned instantly. You weren’t trying to make a scene—you just wanted to feed your husband. But you were very aware of how the dress clung to your waist, how the breeze caught the hem and played it around your thighs.
You smiled politely, tried to focus on the little path leading to the house, pretending not to hear the not-so-subtle commentary.
“Need a hand, sweetheart?” another guy offered, jogging up beside you with a grin. “That bag looks heavy. Bet I could carry it better than your man.”
You blinked. “Uh, no thank you. I’ve got it.”
“Sure? Don’t wanna strain those pretty arms—”
“You talkin’ to my wife?”
The voice cut through the air like a blade. Deep, rough, unmistakable.
You didn’t have to turn around. You felt Rafe before you saw him.
He was stomping over from the other side of the site, sawdust in his hair, sweat dripping down his neck, and he looked like he was about to throw someone through a two-by-four.
The guy beside you went stiff. “Was just being polite, man.”
Rafe didn’t blink. “Polite looks different than flirting.”
He took the bag from your hands without saying anything else and slid his arm around your waist, tugging you in close—close enough that you could smell the mix of sawdust and soap on his shirt. Close enough that no one could mistake whose you were.
“I’m fine,” you murmured, your hand brushing his chest. “They were just—”
“Did he touch you?” he asked quietly, jaw clenched, ignoring everyone else.
“No. Rafe, really—”
His eyes flicked back to the guy who’d offered to help. “You look at her again like that, you’re off my site. Got it?”
The guy mumbled something and backed off, and Rafe didn’t even wait to see where he went. He was already guiding you inside, big hand firm on the small of your back.
Inside, where it was quieter—unfinished drywall and the faint hum of a portable fan—he finally stopped. His eyes scanned you slowly.
“That dress,” he muttered.
You gave him a look. “What about it?”
He swallowed hard. “You wore that here?”
You crossed your arms. “Why, you don’t like it now?”
Rafe ran a hand down his face, looking borderline feral. “Oh, I like it. Too much. That’s the problem.”
You couldn’t help but smile. “So you’re mad ‘cause I look good?”
“I’m mad ‘cause you look good around other men.” He moved closer, eyes narrowing. “They shouldn’t even know what your legs look like. That’s for me.”
“You think I wore this for them?”
Rafe grunted. “I know you didn’t. Doesn’t matter. You still walked out there lookin’ like a damn dream.”
You shook your head with a soft laugh, resting a hand against his chest. “You’re ridiculous.”
“And you’re mine,” he said, kissing you hard before you could argue.
He didn’t pull back for a long moment. Just stood there, hands firm on your hips, lips pressed to yours like he was still staking a claim.
“You really came all the way out here just to bring me lunch?” he finally asked.
You nodded. “You sounded tired. Figured you could use a break.”
His gaze softened. “You always know what I need.”
“I also know you’re gonna murder your coworkers if I show up again like this.”
He smirked. “Not if you wear my jacket over it.”
You grinned. “Deal.”
And when you finally sat on the tailgate of his truck to eat—Rafe beside you, protective as ever, practically growling if anyone even looked your way—you couldn’t help but love him a little more for it.
Because sure, he was over-the-top. Maybe even a little unhinged. But you knew underneath all that jealous rage was the same man who always kissed your knuckles, remembered your favorite drinks, and called just to hear your voice.
And the way he looked at you—like you were the sun and the moon and every star in between—made you feel beautiful, wanted, his.
Even in a sundress at a job site.
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a/n: i’d like to personally apologize to the guy who tried to offer you help—Rafe will let him live, eventually. maybe. moral of the story: don’t flirt with the boss’ wife especially if she’s in a sundress, unless you’ve got a death wish (or a strong dental plan). shoutout to blue collar Rafe for keeping jobsite HR in business.
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actress! reader. he has a breakdown when you die in the movie
"are you for real doing this.." you looked at your husband who was passionately typing away at his laptop, through tears by the way
"babe, YOU be for real right now. what the fuck was going on in the minds of the writers that they decided to fucking kill you off?! im gonna make sure this stupid fucking movie has 0% rotten tomatoes! ugh im so fucking mad!"
you raised your eyebrow "you do remember that this is still a movie i acted in, right?"
"doesn't matter, princess! you were the main lead so they have no business killing you off! like wheres the plot armor?? uneducated asses. dont even know that the main leads always has to live, how did they even become a writer!" he said furiously
the latest movie you filmed in has been released on every platforms. you were particularly excited about this because this was the first time you acted as a main lead and it was also based on a medieval era. but however excited you had been, gojo was a thousand times more excited than you. he always supported your dreams and saw it as his own. he showed up during almost every shooting session, looking as proud as always. hyping you up so much that even the staffs started to get annoyed
"i can tell that this movie is going to be a blockbuster because of my baby," he had beamed at you and pecked your lips lovingly. absolutely unbothered by the offended stares he got
unfortunately, he couldn't make it to the last days of shooting because of missions. for which he showed great sadness (you had to provide him selfies with your pretty outfits, so that he doesnt lose his mind) which is why he didn't know the ending and since you didnt want to spoil it to him, you kept your mouth shut.. which was maybe a wrong decision
he had taken a leave from work just to stream the movie with you. arranged a super big bowl of sweets instead of popcorn like a normal person would, made the couch all cozy and even went as far as to turn off all the lights to give this a 'theater' vibe (hes planning to open one at his home to stream your movies)
at the start of the movie, he seemed really excited and happy. everytime you appeared at the big screen of his 80 inch tv, he would go 'thats my baby omg' with heart eyes like a fanboy. which he was to be honest
but as the movie progressed and you showed signs of, well dying, his heart sanked. and when you did die, he horrifiedly muttered 'what the fuck..' repeatedly and started bawling his eyes out while hugging you tightly
which brings you here with him writing a review of your just released movie and rating it 0
"this is not enough," he muttered. rubbing his face with his hand, he said "i gotta sue them for making this absolutely atrocious movie and for emotional damage."
"aw toru," you somewhat jutted your lips "did you really not like it?" you said dejectedly
his furrowed brows relaxed at your tone. he pulled you closer to him and pecked your forehead. "maybe i am overreacting a bit," he said sheepishly "but seeing you... die like this, even if its just in a movie, made my heart sink to my stomach." you noticed he used the word die fearfully and with great reluctance
you batted your eyelashes at him, innocently "oh.. but im still with you, no?"
he smiled sadly at your words, you really have no idea about the hold you have over him
"well yeah... but no offense to you, im never watching this movie again." he firmly said with furrowed brows
you giggled at your silly husband and flicked his forehead "none taken."
extra :
"ugh im feeling nauseous because i keep getting reminded of those scenes, I might really puke."
"babe i know you love me but thats only because of those damn sweets."
bday post:') not proofread !
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