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[firelise]

ONLY FRIENDS (2023) Scene Parallels | Ep 1.1 -> Ep 7.4 // #you wish that was you huh?

[kurthorton-moving]

you guys dont understand. when this revamp is done. im gonna be so active

[nayeoniiz]

WEBCAM PERV! (1)

pairings ❥ heeseung x fem!reader

point of view ❥ third person, omniscient

warnings ❥ mutual masturbation, cyberstalking, noncon recording

synopsis ❥ you meet heeseung on omegle and quickly hit it off until you accidentally disconnect. feeling at a loss from not being able to find him again, you give up and live life as if it never happened. unbeknownst to you, however, he turns out to be a hacker who hacked into your camera, resorting to watching your secretly from behind the screen… until he didn’t.

genre ❥ smut

word count ❥ 4.4k

taglist: @rayofsunshineeee

Webcam Perv! (2)

author’s note: sorry it took me a bit longer to release, i ended up rewriting over the whole draft. i was gonna write the full story in one go, but if there’s one thing you should know about me, it’s that i love making series. anyway i hope yall enjoy! & a reminder that my requests are open (send as an ask or submission pls do not dm me lol). go check out my other stories while you’re at it bc i have much more cooking! not proofread so don’t come for me!

y/n lay blank faced on her bed with her phone in hand. it had been hours since she’d gotten home from her classes, and now she was just scrolling mindlessly on tiktok out of boredom. her room was quiet except for the occasional hum of her heater and the everchanging audios blasting from her phone’s speakers.

she sighed, tossing her phone to the side resorting to staring at the ceiling. as the days were growing colder, y/n couldn’t help but to feel this growing sense of loneliness creeping in, like there was something missing that she couldn’t quite put her finger onㅡexcitement was the closest word she think of. she didn’t have many friends to talk to, or text, or hang out with—just her best friend natty, but the girl was currently unreachable as she had already fallen asleep after their brief phone call.

midterms were always the dryest times for y/n. after spending hours in the library, forcing far too many categories of knowledge down her throat for her own goodㅡ just to end up with barely above average scores, she was too drained to do much of anything else when she got home. but, it was hard to just sleep. she was intransigent when it came to resting after studying because she wanted to give herself the free time she’d lost instead. usually being on her phone, and rotting her brain away with the useless curated content that she handpicked for herself would suffice. but on days like thisㅡ where her studying ended close to (or in this case, after) midnight, it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the dopamine she was longing for.

after a few moments of lying in a frozen state of staring off into nothing, she reached for her laptop, opening it on impulse. omegle. it had been a while since she’d used it, and honestly, it wasn’t the best idea, but she figured it might help pass the time. and maybe it’d even give her some form of human interaction, though her hopes weren’t too high given the website’s reputation. she typed “k-pop” into the category field, hoping it’d narrow down the pool to people around her age who might share at least one interest with her.

the first few chats weren’t anything special. she ran through the typical brief hellos, the awkward pauses, and of course the familiar “stranger has disconnected.” a few times, however, she was met with the sight of creepy old men who took pleasure in flashing, reacting at lightning speed to skip the chats before things could get worse. some people seemed normal at first, friendly even, but as soon as they’d start saying weird thingsㅡor worse, making noises that gave away their intentions, it’d soil her mood once again as she refreshed her tab.

after getting skipped again for the umpteenth time, y/n found herself hovering her mouse over the “new chat” button, debating. she looked at the clock in the corner of her screen, she had already wasted 30 minutes trying to find a normal human being to talk to. she was beginning to wonder if this was really a good idea to begin with. was it even worth possibly getting harassed for another half hour, in the name of being social? she weighed her options: she could either waste another 2 hours on tiktok, or go to bed. neither seemed appetizing for the hunger of connection she craved. with a sigh, she decided to try one more. and if it didn’t work out, it just meant that it was time to call it a night. she clicked to start a new chat.

stranger is typing…

stranger: hii

you: hello

stranger: m23

you: f22

stranger: cam?

you: earn it?

this one didn’t seem too bad so far, but she wasn’t going to make an early judgement. the man seemed to respect her decision as he quickly changed the conversation. they kept things light, alternating on asking each other random questions back and forth about hobbies, favorite foods, movies, shows, and music. the conversation was easy, fun even, and y/n found herself smiling a little despite the earlier frustration. it was like she was finally getting what she was looking for. with the conversation being tame, he took it as a green light to ask again.

stranger: can i see you now?

you: fine lol

y/n hesitated before turning her camera on and adjusted her hair quickly before looking at the screen. the male in her vision had a sharp, almost angelic face, with delicate features that seemed to be personally sculpted by the man above. his hair was dark and tousled, the slight messiness giving him a laid-back, calm vibe with his headset only adding character to his visual as they laid over his ears. his eyes were a captivating deep brown. they were soft and friendly, it made it hard to look away. even through the webcam, it was clear he had this undeniable charm, his steady gaze hinting that he knew the effect he had on others. the two of them stayed still, ogling each other for a bit, the stare down only being interrupted when he abruptly started typing again.

stranger is typing…

stranger: damn ur fine lol

you: thx so are you

stranger: you in korea?

you: yeah

stranger: me too

stranger is typing…

stranger: audio?

you: yk what? yeah

heeseung and y/n both go to turn on their audio. while her room was silent, disregarding the small noise coming from her room’s heater, heeseung had r&b music softly playing in the background. it only added to this boy next door vibe she was getting from him. the two of them were silent for a second before heeseung decided to break the ice by speaking first.

“hello? let me know if you can hear me.” his voice came through clearly, deep and smooth, carrying a natural warmth that drew her in without him even trying. a part of her was convinced he had to secretly be a weirdo. what was someone as attractive as him even doing on this site, yet alone at this hour? she took a breath before answering.

“hi, yeah i can hear you,” she replied, her tone a little uncertain, unsure of how to match his cool energy. she wasn’t exactly the extroverted type of person to begin with, you can only imagine how much harder it was to speak when such a captivating face was waiting for her response in real time.

heeseung only chuckled softly, the sound seamlessly exuding natural confidence. “so… i guess we finally get to talk now.”

y/n smiled at his words, her need for approval rising as she juggled through all the responses she could make to keep him engaged, “yeah, seems like it,” she responded, her voice was steady now as she tried to shake off the nervousness creeping in. 

heeseung chuckled, shifting closer to his keyboard as his fingers danced over the keys. the music in the background shifted, the beat changing just as he leaned back in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. his voice lowered a notch as he spoke, a hint of amusement in his tone. ”i’m, heeseung, by the way.”

“y/n,” she responded.

“i gotta admit,” he said, “i wasn’t sure if you’d actually turn on your mic.”

“why’s that?” she asked, an almost muted giggle escaping her lips as she twirled a strand of her hair, her fingers displaying how nervous she felt. heeseung watched her with a quiet intensity, noticing every little movement she made. the way her fingers fidgeted and how she avoided meeting his gaze through the screen.

“i don’t know,” he said, his tone lazy and nonchalant, but holding a teasing undertoneㅡ a subtle shift she didn’t quite catch onto. “guess i’m just lucky you did.” he didn’t say anything about her fidgeting, though. he didn’t need to. she seemed like the type to change her behavior once it was called out, and he was more captivated by it than he let on. there was something about her shyness, moreso the way she couldn’t quite hide it, that intrigued him. “so, what do you usually do when you’re not chatting with strangers on the internet?”

his question had caught y/n off guard for a brief moment, another nervous laugh slipping past her lips as she tugged on her shirt’s collar, adjusting it to make sure nothing was out of place though she didn’t actually need to. she didn’t know why, but something about talking to him felt different from the others. “uh, not much… if i’m not studying, i just watch tiktoks or call my friend if she’s not tired.” she replied hoping the answer sounded casual enough.

“hm, sounds like you’ve got some time to kill,” heeseung smirked, inching his chair closer to the screen. he opened a second tab, the soft clatter of his typing blending effortlessly with the mellow r&b drifting through the background.

“yeah, guess i do. life’s… kinda mundane, you know?” y/n replied sheepishly. her gaze followed his, noting the slight movement of his hands just out of view, but chucking it up to him searching for another song to play as the music shifted again. he didn’t back away from the screen this time, though. instead, he kept his eyes locked on hers, unwavering.

“i get it,” heeseung replied, his voice lowering slightly, but still keeping its laidback manner, like they were just two people having an ordinary conversation. “i’m the same, but i'm more of a youtube guy, i found out about this site through a video on there.” as he spoke, his finger subtly danced across the keyboard, the screen flickering with the quiet download of her IP address. his eyes stayed on the camera, his expression open and unreadable, like he was genuinely listening to her.

“that’s interesting, this app usually has a bad rep. like, there’s only creeps on here,” y/n said, though her words seemed to be misunderstood as heeseung furrowed his brows.

“are you trying to insinuate that i’m a creep?”

her eyes widened in shock, and she quickly slapped a hand over her mouth. a stutter broke through her words. “what?! no! i’m just saying—i’ve run into a lot of them tonight before i landed on you. so i was just… i don’t know. forget i said anything.” she sulked, her face reddening with embarrassment at her failed attempt to relate. heeseung watched in awe, his lips curving into a small, knowing smile, at her mannerisms, finding every one of her reactions so cute. sensing her discomfort, he smoothly shifted the topic.

“i’m kidding, y/n.” he grinned, showcasing his pearly whites. “so… what’s one thing you’ve always wanted to do but never got around to?” he asked, his tone light, but there was an underlying intensity to his gaze. he wasn’t just asking out of curiosity; he was studying her, absorbing every word she said, as if her answers would tell him everything he needed to know.

y/n paused, thinking for a moment before she answered. “probably traveling more. i feel like i’m always stuck in the same routine.”

“yeah, routines can be… limiting. but they’re also comforting, right?” he paused, his eyes flickering to a different part of his screen for just a moment before he continued. “you know, sometimes it’s those little moments, when everything feels a little too safe, that you need to shake things up.” he spoke so casually, like he was giving advice, but it sounded a bit odd to y/n. she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to his words, though she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. regardless, she found herself wanting to stay, wanting to know more. and she was always too paranoid for her own good anyway. it was probably nothing.

“i guess.”

“oh. yeah, but is that the only reason you’re on here?” heeseung’s fingers were still moving on his keyboard, the quiet clicking of the keys going unnoticed now. he wasn’t just talking anymore—he was already pulling the strings, weaving a subtle web around her, all while his words remained smooth and harmless. y/n’s lips pursed in thought, the sudden change in the atmosphere making her feel more curious than she was letting on.

“what do you mean?” she asked, confusion creeping into her tone as she leaned forward, trying to get a better look at him. heeseung’s system, working silently in the background, had breached the security of her wifi by now, scanning through the connected devices, its main goal being to gain access to her phone.

“i mean… it’s almost 4am, saturday night. you’re a cute girl, seem kind of introverted, but you give off this vibe... like you’re looking for some fun.”

whatever dimwitted perception y/n formed of him had shattered. he was no different from any of the other men she’d encountered prior. “oh. i don’t really do… that,” she replied, a slight pout playing on her lips. she moved her mouse to hover over the skip button, but she didn’t click it. something was keeping her here. maybe it was the way he looked at her—too attractive, too confident. she wasn’t sure, but she didn’t move.

heeseung noticed her hesitation, his grin widening. “oh, neither do i,” he said in a humoring manner, brushing her reaction off as if his earlier comment didn’t mean anything. “i just had to test the waters. can you blame me though? it’s not every day you meet an attractive girl on here. you said it yourself, there’s usually only creeps on here, right?”

“yeah,” she laughed, the sound effortlessly drawn out as she got caught in the pull of his charm. any cautions she had before seemed to dissipate as she got lost in his eyes. she debated whether she should just give in—it wasn’t like they’d see each other again, right? but then, the stories about girls who made impulsive choices, and got extorted, crept into her mind. the fear of becoming just another statistic arose.

“what do you have in mind?” she asked, her words slipping out before she could think them through. her people-pleasing tendencies had kicked in, but the smile that spread across his face made her heart race. somehow, it felt good, like she was doing something right. and that made it feel worth it. rewarding, even.

“whatever you’re offering, baby,” heeseung replied smoothly, his voice dipping into an unfamiliar, alluring tone that made her body tingle. as he spoke, his hand moved subtly off-screen, clicking to start recording. the faintest smirk curled on his lips as he leaned closer to the camera, his eyes burning into hers with a suggestiveness that made her feel seen in a way she hadn’t before. desired. wanted.

“i don’t know,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. a nervous smile played on her lips as her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. her eyes darting away from the camera before flicking back to his. “i’ve never done anything like this before.”

heeseung tilted his head slightly, his smirk widening as he studied her. there was something about her naivety, the way she danced on the edge of her own boundaries, that made his pulse quicken. he decided then and there that if he wasn’t already obsessed before, he definitely was now. utterly and completely.

“well, i’m honored to be the first,” his voice dripped with seduction, but his eyes glinted with something far more sinister.

her cheeks flushed as she hesitated again, her fingers picking at the fabric of her shirt before she finally blurted, “could you maybe…” she paused, laughing softly at how ridiculous she felt to ask. “show me something, too? just to keep it fair.” her words made heeseung pause for a moment before a low chuckle escaped him, growing into full, unrestrained laughter. he leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in amusement, his eyes never leaving her face.

she was truly a character—everything about her was so… adorable. her openness, her immediate trust in a complete stranger, and the impulsivity that seemed to pour out of her without a second thought. it was intoxicating. she was everything he’d been looking for, everything someone like him—a man with desires he dared not say aloud—would dream of finding. and yet, beneath his amusement, there was a darker realization. if she wasn’t careful and kept giving away pieces of herself so easily, someone would take advantage of her. someone crueler, more reckless, more dangerous than him. he couldn’t let that happen. not with anyone else at least. she was his now. and if she was going to be ruined, it would only be by him.

“would you like it better if i go first?” heeseung inquired, his voice smooth as the corners of his lips nearly curled into a restrained smirk. he watched her reaction closely, catching the way her quick, almost desperate nod betrayed her displayed excitement. it was endearing, almost painfully so. it drove him crazy. he pursed his lips, feigning contemplation, before his smile grew wider, softer. “thought so,” he murmured, his tone carrying just enough teasing warmth to make her feel both at ease. she was completely under his spell. 

he reached for his webcam, the movement slow as he decided to savor the moment. tilting it slightly, he aimed it downward, the lens capturing his relaxed posture, legs spread comfortably wide. the soft fabric of his sweatpants clung to him in just the right way, emphasizing his figure without him needing to do much at all. the unthought of confidence in his movements was enough to hold her gaze, her breath catching as the tension in the air thickened. his hands grazed over the fabric covering his length, a small hiss of relief leaving his lips as he did so. she had already gotten him painfully hard without even trying.

lifting his hips, he slides his sweats down. just enough for him to pull his cock out, an unintentional gasp falling from y/n’s lips at the sight of it. he couldn’t hide the rush of pride that surfaced at her reaction. it was a response he’d grown accustomed to from his long list of other victims on the site, but there was something about y/n that struck him differently. her wide-eyed gaze, the way her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words—it was enough to ignite a deeper need within him, a desire to draw her in further, to leave her completely captivated by him.

a quiet curse slipped past his lips as he stroked, his hand barely being able to wrap around its girth. his movements were meticulous, unhurried as he moved to spread his precum over the rest of his length. he leaned back slightly, his gaze never leaving her face. his dark eyes carried a silent command, the faintest nod of his head urging her to follow his lead. he didn’t have to say a word—his confidence, his control, it was all laid bare in the way he watched her, waiting to see how far she would go.

it was then that y/n realized she couldn't back out now. not that she wanted toㅡ her curiosity, mingled with the pull he had over her, kept her rooted in place. but it was starting to feel too real, the weight of the moment sinking in as she hesitated, unsure of what he was expecting. the fact that he left it up to her made it even more difficult. her mind raced as she nervously tugged at the bottom of her shirt, praying her choice would be enough to satisfy him.

heeseung's gaze didn't waver, his expression unreadable but intent, as though he were savoring every second of her hesitation. when she finally moved, lifting her shirt to display her breasts. her cheeks burned as she moved her hands over one, massaging and pinching her nipples. his lips twitched into the faintest smile. to her, his reaction was subtle, leaving her questioning if she'd done enough. 

but to heeseung, it was everything. to him, everything about her was intoxicating, from the nervous way she moved, to the unsure glances she gave him. he would have been satisfied just seeing her collarbone. his heart raced at the thought of how easily she gave in, how willingly vulnerable she was in front of him. it inflated his ego even more, knowing he was the first to witness this side of her.

he forced himself to keep his expression composed, though his excitement was nearly impossible to contain. the speed of his fingers absentmindedly sped up, thinking of how he’d be able to relive it again later tonight. and he’d make sure to replay every moment, over and over, obsessing over the way she unwittingly gave herself to him.“ah~ fuck, y/n,” he whimpered, unable to contain the heat growing over him. his eyes snapped shut, immediately imagining his hand to be hers. his hips bucked, as he began thrusting into his fist chasing the feeling of a body he knew now that he just had to get his hands on. tonight wasn’t going to be enough, he needed more. 

y/n didn’t know where her confidence was coming from when her free hand snaked its way down to the hem of her shorts as she pushed past them straight into her panties. she scooted into a slouch allowing herself easier access as she began rubbing on her clit, the pressure soothing its throbbing ache and sending a sweet, shocking sensation throughout her body. she couldn’t bite back the moan that slipped outㅡ the noise sounding like music to heeseung’s ears. oh how jealous he was of her hands now. being able to touch her because he couldn’t. it wasn’t enough, nowhere near it.

”look at me,” he murmured, his voice rough, making her cheeks flush as she slowly opened her eyes to meet his. his gaze was full of desire, making her feel small in a way that was strangely exhilarating. she found herself wanting nothing more than to impress him. she bit her lip as she quickly moved to lower the camera, aiming it to display more of her chest and downward before returning to her prior position on the chair. it didn’t even matter to him that her shorts kept her beautiful cunt a mystery to himㅡ the whole picture was so fucking sexy. the way she was playing with her nipples, pinching and rolling them, the speed of her circular motions increasing as she chased her orgasm, the way her tongue rested on her bottom lip before she bit it, the way sheㅡ

“heeseung~ oh my god.”

fuck. if he was wasn’t already stroking fast enough, he was moving at godspeed now. he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back. he rubbed his thumb along his tip’s slit as he kept his pace, the action leaving his hips stuttering. he was so close, and y/n was too. she couldn’t control the volume of her moans, gripping her breast like her life depended on it. “i’m gonna cum, oh my god, oh my god,” the desperation in her voice made him come undone as he bit back a loud, throaty moan. but she kept going, still chasing her climax as her moans got choked out the harder she went on herself.

just as she was about to cum, when she was almost there, her computer suddenly shut down. the screen went black without warning, leaving only an empty, lifeless void. heeseung watched as her screen flickered and then turned dark, his heart sinking in frustration. “fuck!” he swore, shooting forward in his chair, eyes fixed on the blank screen. he slammed a fist on the desk in irritation before quickly ending the recording. his hands moved frantically over the keyboard, reopening his hacking program, desperately trying to figure out what went wrong.

y/n didn’t even notice, her orgasm crashed over her as she felt like every nerve, and cell in her body had come undone. she kept her eyes closed as she let out a breathless sigh, regaining her composure. after a few seconds, y/n opened her eyes to see that her laptop was blank. she frantically clicked on buttons trying to turn it on, clicking the power button which only displayed a red drained battery as if to mock her further. of all times it could have decided to die, why now? the frustration and panic settled in as she realized she may never get to see him again. she didn’t have any ways to contact him, but would he even want to hear from her again? doubt clouded her mind. now there was no way of knowing. she wanted to keep talking to him, but the odds seemed slim. with a heavy sigh, she jumped up, scrambling to plug her laptop into the charger.

meanwhile, heeseung was still navigating through her information. he had closed out of omegle and now his focus was entirely on troubleshooting. he noticed her computer no longer showed up on the network, the last activity was two minutes ago. “that piece of shit must’ve died,” he grumbled under his breath. he figured now would be the time to access her phone’s camera as it would be useless trying to find her again on the website. switching servers on the program, he downloaded the data to his phone and went to lay down. he watched through the front camera on her phone, but it remained in the same spot unmoving. he was getting frustrated.

y/n had wasted almost 45 minutes skipping through hundreds of people in search of his face on omegle. but to no avail, his face never came up again. it was 6am, and she had plans with natty to go through with in the evening. as much as she didn’t want to right now, she had to sleep. oth of them, in their own way, ended up resigned to their separate fates. y/n reluctantly accepted her defeat, bitterly acknowledging that the night had slipped away. but at least for heeseung, there was a sense of satisfaction in knowing he would have another chance to see her again. this wouldn’t be the last time they crossed paths. he’d make sure of that.

Webcam Perv! (2)

[literaryvein-reblogs]

words for when your characters get into a fight (pt. 4)

Pain

ache, anesthesia/anaesthesia, distress, harassment, hurt, pinch, strain, suffer, torture, wrong

Attack

aggression, assail, beat up, blast, blind-side, bomb, brutality, charge, come at, coup d’état, embroil, encroach, fire, foray, go for, infest, insurrection, invasion, lay into, mug, occupation, offensive, onslaught, overrun, pillage, pounce, raid, ravage, rush, sortie, subvert, waylay

To destroy

ablate, abolition, annul, batter, bomb, bring down, burst, butcher, clobber, come unglued, consumption, coup de grâce, crumple, cut down, decimate, deforestation, demolition, desecrate, desolate, devastate, dismantle, dispatch, do away with, do in, end, endanger, eradicate, erosion, execute, expunge, exterminate, extinguish, finish, genocide, hara-kiri, homicide, jeopardize, kill, knock off, liquidate, mangle, massacre, murder, obliterate, paralyze, pillage, poison, prostrate, pulverize, put away, put out, quench, raze, ruin, sack, shiver, slaughter, smash, stamp out, subdue, suppress, undo, vandalism, violation, wipe out, wreck

To injure

abuse, ail, batter, beat, bruise, cost, crush, debilitate, deface, deform, desecrate, devastate, disagree, disfigure, expose, fragment, gripe, handicap, hurt, incapacitate, jeopardize, lacerate, maim, mar, mistreat, mutilate, outrage, paralyze, poison, pummel, repay, ruin, sabotage, scar, shatter, shoot, smart, snap, spoil, stress, taint, torture, turn, violate, vitiate, wrong

To make dirty

adulterate, clutter, mess up, smudge, stain, tarnish

To make hot or cold

air, chill, freeze, heat, melt, numb, refrigerate, shrivel, warm

To make wet

absorb, dampen, dip, drench, drool, dunk, extinguish, marinate, oil, permeate, saturate, souse, splash, spray, squirt, submerge

Military action

barrage, blow up, conflict, coup d’état, deploy, deposition, dethrone, disarm, draft, engage, enlist, explosion, incursion, induction, invade, maneuver, occupation, offensive, overthrow, rebellion, revolt, salute, station, volley, warfare

Bad person

accessory, accurser, adversary, aggressor, alarmist, antagonist, ass, assassin, authoritarian, barbarian, bigmouth, bottom feeder, bum, burglar, cad, captive, charlatan, clod, cold fish, conspirator, criminal, crook, culprit, deadbeat, delinquent, demon, derelict, desperado, devil, dirty old man, dolt, do-nothing, dope, dregs, drone, dumbbell, dunce, enemy, espionage, exile, failure, fall guy, femme fatale, fighter, firebrand, fool, fugitive, gangster, glutton, good-for-nothing, gossip, grump, hellion, hobo, hot dog, hypocrite, imbecile, impostor, incubus, insurgent, intruder, Judas, killer, klutz, know-it-all, lawbreaker, lemon, loafer, loser, lummox, mad person, maniac, menace, misanthrope, miser, mole, mountebank, naysayer, ne’ er-do-well, nuisance, nut, ogre, organized crime, parasite, pawn, pessimist, pill, placebo, prodigal, prostitute, psychopath, quack, rascal, renegade, rogue, ruffian, sap, scamp, schlemiel, Scrooge, shirked, shyster, simpleton, skinflint, sleazebag, sneak, sourpuss, spy, swindler, tattletale/tattler, thug, tool, traitor, troll, truant, tyrant, vandal, wanton, whipping boy, wimp, witch

NOTE

The above are concepts classified according to subject and usage. It not only helps writers and thinkers to organize their ideas but leads them from those very ideas to the words that can best express them.

It was, in part, created to turn an idea into a specific word. By linking together the main entries that share similar concepts, the index makes possible creative semantic connections between words in our language, stimulating thought and broadening vocabulary. Writing Resources PDFs

Source ⚜ Writing Basics & Refreshers ⚜ On Vocabulary Writing Notes: Fight Scenes ⚜ Word Lists: Fight ⚜ Pain

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ heaven ~ i. midoriya

sum: after years of not seeing him, he finally shows up, asked to join the agency you work at. you remembered him, but did remember you?

pairing: pro hero! izuku midoriya x female pro hero! reader

content: 18+ - mdni. p in v, slight teasing, dirty talk, marking, multiple/implied multiple orgasms, fingering, reader gets called princess/baby/good girl, general NSFW content, aftercare.

a/n: slight spoiler ahead - set in an au where the end events of the manga didn’t happen, where izuku doesn’t lose one for all, still finishes u.a and is currently the world's number one pro. this has been rotting in my drafts for a while, but i didn’t have a chance to edit it. as always, likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.9k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

Looking around the semi-crowded street, you let a soft hum of annoyance pass your lips as you continued forward. Due to there being hardly any criminals for the past few days now, you had found yourself, yet again, on patrol on a slow day. Not only were you patrolling, but you also caught glimpses of three other pro heroes who were in the area, looking as bored as you were.

A sudden chime in your ear made you stop as you looked at the other heroes, noticing they were still patrolling and talking to citizens. How odd. Lifting your finger, you tapped on the device and placed your free hand on your hip as you continued to scan the area out of habit. "What’s up?".

"(h/n), can you come back to the office? We have someone coming and we want our best hero here when they arrive". Furrowing your brows, you glanced in the direction of the voice, opening your mouth to question the communication when they spoke again, seemingly reading your mind.

"And yes, it's been cleared. We've heard it's another slow day, so there's no need for you all to be out there".

Letting out a hum, you turned on your heel and began to make your way back to the agency you were working at. "Sure you're not trying to butter me up there? I'll be there in ten".

Walking through the doors, you stretched and sighed softly, the cool air of the air con lapping against your skin felt refreshing. You had a few spare moments before heading to the meeting room, so you opted to grab a drink, making your way to the meeting room not long after.

Opening the door with a click, you noticed quite a few of the other heroes you worked alongside already there. A sea of murmurs greeted you as you greeted them back, taking your place at the side while you all waited for whoever they had made you come back for.

Up front, you saw the owner of the agency standing there with another figure by their side, most likely their assistant, who called you back. "Ahh, (h/n), now that you're here, I can introduce you to the newest hero to join us~". Your boss lifted a hand and motioned to the door as eyes followed, looking at the door that was clicking open again.

Green was the only colour you could focus on as your eyes widened. You had to be seeing things, this couldn't be real, right? You had to be in some sort of dream. Yeah, that's right, a stupid dream. You and the rest of your classmates thought he'd disappeared, seemingly moving away to the other end of the country or beyond.

No one had heard from him in years. Yet there he was, walking past you as everyone followed with their gaze. "~The number one pro hero, Deku". A confident wave and bright smile replaced the once timid and shy movements of the young boy you remembered.

As you tried to wrap your head around what you had just seen, a group began to form around the hero with words of excitement buzzing in the air. By the time you had managed to somewhat comprehend things, the group had disappeared, giving you the perfect time to go over and say hello to an old friend. Would he recognise you? You'd doubted it, but it didn’t hurt to see. "Well, if it isn't Izuku Midoriya in the flesh".

The sudden intrusion of your words, and the fact that his name had been used, seemed to take him by surprise as he took a closer look at your face. It took him a moment longer than usual to put the pieces together, but he got there, eyes widening as you smiled brightly at him. "(y/n)? Is that you?".

Ever since that day when you had both been reunited, the two of you had been virtually inseparable. Spending more time together, be that on missions or in general, had resulted in the two of you becoming close again. Closer than what you both had been before.

Then came the rumours that surrounded you both, some sweet and innocent and others downright dirty. Of course, the latter made Midoriya blush. He couldn't imagine people saying those things, and yet there they were, plain as day. You were nothing more than a friend to him.

Sure, it had been a good few years since he last saw you and the rest of your friends, but he couldn't deny it even if he tried; you had become a beautiful young woman. Foreign feelings stirred deep inside of him, feelings that caused his body and mind to react in ways he hadn’t had since he was a teen. Sure, he'd had partners, but none of them fired him up the way you did.

Feelings he thought he had buried were starting to resurface all over again. Starting to increase each time he was with you until he couldn't handle them any more, the way he felt became too much to bear. Doing the only thing he could think of at that time, acting on how he felt around you, something he should have done back when you were both younger.

Everything seemed to move in a bit of a blur. One minute, you were sitting on the couch in Midoriya's house with him, TV on in the background as you both sat talking about various things. The next minute, you were on your back, pinned to the cushions as you both shared a hot kiss. The feelings that poured out between you both during that kiss had been pent up for some time.

A dark blush covered his face as he pulled back, trying to catch his breath, frame hovering over your panting form. "I-I can't take it anymore, (y/n), I-I need to do s-something~".

In what felt like mere seconds to you, articles of clothing had been scattered all over the floor before thick digits thrusted into your wet cunt, walls stretching deliciously making you whine out at the burning desire you felt again. "Hah, Izuku, p-please. I need you".

His fingers disappeared, causing you to whine out from the sudden emptiness before his stout cock began to press deep within you. Pressing past the ring of resistance, as desperate moans sounded. The overwhelming feeling of Midoriya stretching you made your back arch, hips wriggling as he buried himself deep inside. The pro hero took a moment to savour the feeling of your walls pulsating tightly around his cock, your needy cunt desperately trying to keep him there.

“Shit, you’re gripping me so good princess. Like that pretty pussy was made for me”. Those words alone had you moaning out, hands grabbing any part of him you could. You had to keep yourself sane.

With the slow pull back of his hips, you gasped slightly as the emptying feeling until you felt him thrust hard back into you. You swear if your eyes could roll any further back than they were already, they would. Bringing your legs up, you wrapped them around his waist, ankles locking behind his back as you pulled him closer to you. Your fingers dug into his forearms, nails leaving crescent moon marks as you tried to ground yourself.

Green eyes glanced at the fucked out look on your face, before dragging down your body, watching the way your tits jiggled with each desperate thrust. Watching the way your body bounced in time with his movements, the small sheen starting to cover your body. He was eager to show you how much he needed and wanted you, even after all these years. "F-Fuck, why did I wait this long to get in this cunt of yours?".

The words caught you off guard as a loud mewl slipped past your lips, hands flying to his back before you dragged your nails down, red marks being left against pale skin as you arched further into his body.

You could feel that knot in the pit of your gut tighten, and you knew, knew it wouldn’t be too long before you were crying out from the pleasure. You could already hear how wet you were, messy sloshing noises only added to the way you were feeling. "Izu, fuck, I-I'm gonna~".

His rough thrusts never ceased as he reached between you both, pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as his fingers pressed against the small bump he was creating inside you. “Come on, baby, let go for me, want to feel you all over”.

All it took was a few more harsh thrusts to have you lose your sanity, to have your back arch beautifully as you gasped out. Broken cry of Midoriya’s name sounded from your throat as your vision blurred. You were almost sure you felt some of your slick squirt out, no doubt coating not only his cock and thighs, but the sofa beneath you.

The overwhelming feeling of feeling full took over your now overly sensitive cunt, breathy moans sounding louder. “That’s a good girl, but I'm far from done, princess".

Before long, you’d lost all sense of time as you continued to be fucked senseless by the man above you.

Your legs were numb, your clit and cunt were overly stimulated and your body began to grow tired. Despite that, you felt another wave of euphoria nearing, gripping Midoriya's arm as you anchored yourself, a strangled sob left your throat as tears slipped from your eyes. Your nails were sure to leave more marks, marks that would no doubt bleed, not that the pro seemed to mind.

Deep moans sounded from above you as you turned your watery, glassy stare to the man responsible for the state you were in. You could tell he was close as his thrusts became sloppy, desperately rutting into you as he chanced his own euphoria. After a few more sloppy thrusts, Midoriya let out a guttural moan, hips stalling as he filled your cunt with his cum. “F-Fuck, that’s it (y/n), take it all. Going to fill you so full you’ll be dripping me for days”. The hot fluid seeping deep within you as sparks of his quirk flashed around you both.

Lifting your arm, you brought a hand up to his face and cupped it, guiding him down to your lips as you held him close. You took a moment to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, humming softly as you mumbled against the skin. “I love you, Izuku”.

The words took him by surprise, green eyes widening as they looked down at you, face still flushed as hair clung to you, offering his own sweet smile a moment after. “I know you do, and I love you too, (y/n)”.

Wrapping his arms around you as best he could, he pulled his cock out of you. A moan of loss sounded from you before you felt yourself being moved, held close against his chest as he carried your sore body to the bathroom, helping clean you up once you were settled in the hot water.

A thumb rubbed the small of your back in a comforting manner. No words needed to be spoken, but at that point, you both knew what you were to each other. The feelings you both held were finally shared for the other to feel.

Although you had both been caught up in the throes of pleasure a few minutes ago, nothing could have prepared you for the words that were uttered next.

"Next time, I’ll show you that blackwhip is good for something other than restraining villains".

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[sailornymph]

beyond the fantasy; phantom troupe

synopsis — realizing your phantom troupe boyfriend is batshit crazy, but it is too late

content warning — yandere behavior, dark romance, sexual themes

a/n — i apologize for my unexpected absence. thank you for all of the support and new followers i have still received, even with my lack of presence and i hope that you all continue to enjoy the work that I put out for you all. i am working on my drafts, please do not text me inquiring about your request because i am working on it. thank you all.

♡ chrollo lucilfer

“damn it, chrollo, just…just call me back when you get the chance, okay? you have me worried sick,” you spoke in a hushed tone, leaving the millionth voicemail to your boyfriend.

ending the unanswered call, you stared at your previous calls, your face heating up. where could he have gone? hundreds of messages, texting him about your day, asking about his, but no answer, it was like he vanished. it had only been three weeks now, but to go from nearly everyday with him, to never hearing from him, it felt like you were experiencing withdrawals.

chrollo, a charismatic, yet mysterious man he was, who managed to steal your heart only six months previously. he had stopped in your bookstore, when he approached you, searching for a book. you could never forget his soft smile, as he apologized, going on about how he ruined an old book of his and he was looking for a replacement. helping him, he was the most charming man, asking if you had recently moved in the area because he would have noticed such a beautiful person.

it was only a matter of time before you were going on dates to the art museum, lunch together, while he sketched you, humming as you babbled, or your favorite, when he’d come to your shop, late in the evening before you closed — picking a book, he held your hand, leading you to a seat — sitting first, he pulled you into his lap, where he went on to read to you. god you missed him.

“excuse me?” you heard, as the doorbell jingled, making you shove your phone into your pocket.

“yes, how can i assist y-matthew?” you smiled, a gasp slipping from your lips, as you moved around the counter to hug your old friend from college.

“in the flesh, baby,” he smirked, slinging his muscular arms around you, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.

“there were talks of you finally opening your own bookstore, i knew you'd do it,” he cooed, pinching your cheek, like a mother would do their child.

matthew elsten was always someone you admired greatly. he was from a wealthy family of doctors, but he thought being in school for all of the years was uncool for him. he was good looking, charming with a great body, and so instead of following what his family wanted him to do, he chose to make a path for himself, which was beyond admirable, being that he was now very successful.

“i did, and you actually became a swimsuit model,” you nodded, smiling at his huge smile, he was still as handsome as your remembered.

“you've seen my work, y/n, i knew you would support me,” he cheered.

“i’ve seen you on many magazine covers on my way to work, i’m proud of you, matt,” you nudged him.

“thank you, it means a lot coming from you,” he pretended to tear up.

“no problem, so tell me what can i help you with, old friend?”

“oh nothing much, i happened to be in the area, when i remembered angie told me you opened up here, so i wanted to see if you would take me up on an offer from the past,” he blushed, making you smirk, his words bringing a familiar memory to you.

“refresh my memory”

“your number and maybe some dinner sometime, angie said that you had a boyfriend, but he hadn't been around in a while, so i figured why not try again,” staring into his eyes, your mind drifted to chrollo. would this be considered cheating? he never seemed like the jealous type, matt was only a friend, and lastly, he was your boyfriend, yet he didn't seem to care too much about you, how he was able to easily abandon you for the next three weeks.

“sure, but i’ll have to think about dinner, matt,” you laughed, writing your number on a card, handing it to him.

“i get it, i can respect that you are busy with your shop, but if you're ever free, and you'd like to meet up, maybe you could use me, it would be fun, but i’ll see you around, y/n,” matthew winked, leaving you flustered in the empty store.

you juggled your keys and the phone as you laughed with angie, the cold air brushing your cheeks as you approached your apartment door. thankful that you would finally have a few days of resting after being busy.

“i can't believe you sent matthew to seduce me?” you teased.

“i sent him to distract you, god knows that chrollo doesn’t deserve you. he disappeared and left you to grieve as if he died.”

“he didn’t die,” you mumbled, pausing as your key hit resistance.

“he might as well have, he ghosted with no reason, meaning he is trash. honestly, if matt makes you smile again, you should let him. also, he’s a total slut from what i've been told, you should take him up on his offer, just for fun”

you laughed. “you’re terrible.”

but your laugh soon died. your door was… unlocked.

you always locked your door, sometimes double or triple checking. there was one reason you would leave your door unlocked and that was when you were expecting someone. your stomach dropped.

“angie, let me call you back,” you whispered. you ended the call and turned the knob.

it opened.

your breath caught. the lights were off — except for the dim glow in your living room.

and then you saw him.

matthew.

slumped in your chair. bruised, bleeding from his lip. eyes barely open.

“matt?” you gasped, rushing toward him — but the lights flared to life. reaching to touch his face, he winced, barely conscious.

you stopped.

standing beside him, arms calmly crossed, was a woman you didn’t recognize — her eyes dark, her expression unreadable.

“who are you?” you questioned, backing away.

“welcome home,” a familiar voice cooed softly.

you turned.

chrollo.

leaning against your bookshelf. the same one he used to read to you from. his smile was gentle. too gentle.

“i brought a friend for you to use.”

“what is the meaning of this? who is this woman? why is matt here? and how the hell did you get into my apartment?” you questioned, the longer you stared at his handsome face, the angrier you became. here you were sad, worried, stressed about him and now he stood in front of you, dressed expensively, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

with a soft motion of his hand, the woman was leaving the apartment without sparing you a glance.

“i’ve been away for business, my love, but i’ve come to collect what is mine,” he told you, his voice unusually calm.

“what are you talking about? did you and that woman do to matt?”

you were still processing the sight of matt beaten, chrollo eerily calm, the woman who stood as if she were a guard. he walks to you like he’s returning from war, not breaking and entering.

“i have a secret to share with you, but it will not be here, we’re leaving,” he gently touches your cheek, but you jerk away.

“as for your friend, he is very lucky to be alive, when he deserves worse,” he continued, making you frown. your mind going to angie’s words about him.

“you can’t really think that i am coming with you, i’ve been worried about you and-

“you’ve been so loyal. i didn’t want to taint that by rushing”

“i was worried sick over you! i begged you to call me back! i could hardly eat, i didn’t sleep—i didn’t even look at another man for weeks, until matt and you—you think you can show up like this now?!”

“i won’t stand for it. you expect me to follow you? like nothing happened? do you think i’m that pathetic?! angie was right about you”

he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even defend himself. he just watches you — head slightly tilted, as if he were studying a painting.

“you’re right,” he says softly. “you shouldn’t follow blindly. but you will follow.”

“i don’t even recognize you right now. we’re done. i’m done, chrollo. go back to wherever you came from. i want no part of you anymore,” you mustered the strength to say, turning to go to matt, when he finally moved.

slow, but without hesitation. he grabs your wrist — not enough to bruise, but enough to make you freeze. he pulls your close, body flush against his, his hand sliding up to you jaw. holding you there. firm. possessively.

“you don’t get to leave me, not yet”

you try to pull away, but his grip only tightens.

“not until i’m through with you”

letting out shallow breaths, you searched his eyes, trying to understand what was happening, as the tear escaped.

“you’re not making sense,” you cried.

chrollo softens his expression immediately. wiping the tear with his thumb. and then he kisses your lips. slowly. almost lovingly.

“you cry so beautifully. it’s a shame i wasn’t here to see more of it”

“go pack your things,” he continued.

you wanted to scream at him, push him away, slap him for potentially hurting matt, yet you stood unable to move under his gaze. you wanted to stand up for yourself, but deep down inside you know you didn’t have much of a choice: you were going with him.

clenching your jaw, you turn to go to your room, shutting the door behind yourself. hurriedly reaching for your phone, you gasp, realizing it was missing from your pocket. gulping away the tears, you packed a few pieces of clothes and other miscellaneous items, before you went back to face chrollo.

immediately your eyes went to the empty chair matt once sat in, then the woman from earlier standing stoically by the door.

“where is matt? what did you do with him?” you yelled at chrollo.

“you should be worried about yourself angel,” he smiled, before a sack was placed over your head and you were knocked out.

jolting out of your sleep, you realized you were being carried, by chrollo. when he suddenly stopped, placing you down, before the sack was taken off by the woman. you were walking in a unfamiliar building, when you saw them.

they were hunters, but they were also criminals. they stared, making you move closer to chrollo, who had an arm loose around your shoulder, not paying them any attention.

“you sure about this, boss?” one of the men ask, but chrollo said nothing, continuing to lead you past them, until you were inside of a plain room. the various books scattered around let you know that this was in fact his room.

letting you go, he watched as you sat at the edge of the bed, as he pulled a chair up, sitting in front of you.

“you were mine the moment you smiled at me in that shop-

“who are they?” you interrupted, eyebrows furrowed, trying to remember where you seen the group of criminals.

he just smiles.

“they’re mine.”

you blink. “yours?”

he leans forward, elbows on his knees.

“the phantom troupe. the spiders. i lead them.”

you laugh. this had to be one big joke.

“you’re not serious.”

he tilts his head, unbothered. calm.

“why do you think i’ve been gone so long? why do you think no one dares to touch you in this city? they know you belong to me. and i belong to the troupe.”

you freeze, unable to believe that you were hearing.

“you’re lying”

he doesn’t argue, but he doesn’t explain further.

instead, he reaches into his coat pocket — pulls out a small black book. one of the old ones he’d always read from when you first met.

he flips to the middle and turns it toward you.

inside awaited a hand-drawn spider. numbered legs. names written in a clean, elegant hand.

your heart sinks when you see one word underlined.

“lucilfer.”

he watches your expression shift. he loved watching you realize things.

“i didn’t lie to you,” he says softly. “i just showed you the part you were ready for.”

“why are you telling me this now?”

he stands, crossing the room.

“because now… you don’t get to leave.”

“what did you do with matthew?”

“matthew…that was a lapse in judgment. one i’ve corrected”

“why me, why are you doing this to me?” you whispered.

“because you waited”

“that doesn’t mean anything anymore, it doesn’t mean i still want you, after all of this”

he leaned closer. “it means you need me.”

your breath hitched as he stood, reaching for your coat, fingers brushing your shoulder with reverence. he removed it slowly, like peeling away a layer of armor.

“i watched you suffer. not out of cruelty. but to be sure you were worthy of me”

you flinched. “worthy? you left me.”

“i watched every moment,” he murmured. “i saw your tears. your prayers. your silence. that’s devotion”

“that’s pain,” you snapped, voice shaking.

watching as he stood, he reached for your hand, closing the distance between you, hand sliding under your chin, tilting your head up.

“they’re the same, sometimes,” he told you gently, before pressing his lips against your own.

his kiss wasn’t rushed. it was slow — sickeningly soft. the kind that made you feel like maybe this was still love. maybe.

your body remembered him. your mouth betraying you. he kissed your jaw. your neck. his hands held your waist like you might disappear — like he owned the shape of you.

“you’re mine,” he said quietly. “not in theory. not in memory. now.”

your knees buckled when he pushed you gently onto the bed. his eyes never left you — he didn’t look at your body. he looked at your soul.

“i missed you,” he whispered, crawling over you. “i thought of this every night. how quiet you’d be beneath me.”

you didn’t know if you were crying or sweating — his fingers found your skin like he already knew it. like he’d memorized every inch.

“this is what you wanted,” he breathed against your collarbone. “even now, you want it.”

and part of you hated that he was right.

he kissed you until your body forgot how to fight. that it was supposed to be angry at him.

his hands continued to travel — patient, reverent — until they gripped your thighs and spread them. he didn’t ask. he didn’t need to.

“say it,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear. “say you’re mine.”

you turned your head, gasping — shame curling in your gut as he dragged his palm over your inner thigh, deliberate and slow, resting on your clothed cunt.

“i’m not,” you choked. “i’m not yours,” you shook your head.

he didn’t say anything for a moment, pressing his palm against your pussy, feeling you repeatedly clinching your walls.

“then why are you shaking like you want to be?”

he reached to unbutton your pants, sliding them, along with your panties down your legs, tossing them aside as if they meant nothing, and pushed two fingers inside you with a low breath.

you gasped — not from pain, but from how easily your body betrayed you.

“you were waiting for this,” he murmured, curling his fingers. “you thought of me every night. praying i’d come back and ruin you.”

“chrollo—”

“you want to hate me.” he thrust deeper. “but you dreamed of this.”

you didn’t answer. couldn’t. your thighs trembled, hips instinctively rising to meet his hand.

his mouth crashed down against your collarbone, teeth scraping, biting hard enough to leave proof — his tongue softening the sting with a slow lick.

“i missed this body,” he growled, voice finally breaking that calm, silken mask. “i missed the way it sings when i touch you. let me hear it,” he said, satisfied when you began moaning at his command.

he unbuckled his belt with one hand, never stopping the rhythm of his fingers inside you. stroking himself, he finally removed his fingers, grabbing your thighs to pull you closer.

he pushed into you slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until you were full — stretched, trembling, barely able to breathe.

“perfect,” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours.

“even after all this time…you still fit me like you were made for me,” he continued.

you whimpered. not just from the pressure, but the way he looked at you — like you were sacred, like this was some twisted ritual and your body was the altar.

his hands braced your hips as he started to move — slow at first, deliberate. he wanted you to feel every second. every inch.

you tried not to cry out, but your body betrayed you, back arching as pleasure pulsed up your spine.

“there it is,” he murmured. “that sound. that’s mine too.”

you clenched your teeth. “i hate you.”

he smiled, thrusting harder, stealing your breath.

“then hate me from under me”

your fingers twisted into the blanket as he picked up the pace, every stroke pushing the words from your lungs.

“you’ve already submitted,” he said lowly. “your body made that choice before your mind did”

he leaned in, biting your shoulder — not enough to draw blood, but enough to sting.

“but i’ll still wait for your mouth to catch up”

his hand slid up your chest, gripping your throat with just enough pressure to remind you of your place — of who had you pinned, who had taken you apart so easily.

“say it.”

you gasped. “w-what?”

“say you’re mine.”

you shook your head, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. but your hips were still rising to meet him. your body still pulled him deeper.

he growled, pulling nearly all the way out — then slammed back into you with one sharp, punishing thrust.

“say it, or i’ll keep going until you can’t speak.”

you choked — pleasure and panic lacing your voice.

“i’m yours… i’m yours, chrollo—please—!”

his mouth crashed onto yours, swallowing the sob that slipped free. his kiss was deep, possessive, unforgiving. tongue and teeth, breath and dominance.

he angled his hips just right — hitting that spot that made you cry out again, your body convulsing around him.

“good girl,” he whispered against your lips. “i knew you’d remember who you belonged to.”

you came undone — trembling around him, nails raking down his clothed back. And he didn’t stop. not even as your vision blurred, not even as you sobbed his name into his shoulder.

he came moments later, growling against your throat, hips stuttering as he emptied himself inside you, fingers digging bruises into your hips.

when he pulled out, he didn’t ask how you were.

he gathered your limp body into his arms, kissed your temple, and whispered:

“now you’ll never forget.”

you didn’t remember falling asleep.

your body was sore in places you didn’t know could ache. last night was different from the previous lovemaking the sheets still smelled like him — clean, faintly smoky, tinged with something sweet and old like worn paper or dried blood.

when you sat up, you realized, he was gone. no note. no goodbye. just empty space beside you where his body had once caged yours in heat and silence.

you moved slowly, stretching your legs out of bed, wincing slightly as you stood. every part of you remembered last night. his hands. his voice. the way he whispered, “you’re mine.”

you scanned the room and spotted a dark shirt draped across a chair — definitely his. you pulled it over your bare skin. it smelled like him. it felt like belonging.

you stepped into the hall barefoot, the cold floor shocking your skin as you padded through the dim hideout. quiet, still. like a church built for monsters.

then you heard voices — muffled, serious, rising from a door down the corridor. half-curious, half-hoping, you followed them. and walked right into it.

the dim room went silent the moment the door creaked open.

there they were — the phantom troupe. spiders in human skin. gathered but scattered in the old room. maps. weapons. bloodstained papers.

beyond them was a balcony, and there he sat like their king, like a god, chrollo.

and when he saw you — in nothing but his shirt, hair tousled, eyes still dazed from sleep — he smiled. not politely. not cruelly. but with affection.

“ah,” he murmured. “my queen has awakened.”

you froze.

a few heads turned, acknowledging your presence. one of the the members being the one woman who stood behind matthew — she blinked and tilted her head, as if trying to decide whether you were prey, a pet, or something else.

chrollo held out his hand.

“come here.”

you hesitated. just for a second.

but your feet obeyed before your fear did.

you walked toward him, heart pounding, face burning. he pulled you effortlessly into his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist like a vice.

he nuzzled your neck — right where the bruise from his bite still pulsed.

“she’s proven herself,” he said to the others. “watched. endured. stayed.” not that he had given you much of a choice.

“she’s mine. my princess.” his voice dropped lower. “no—my queen.”

you didn’t dare look at the others. his hand slid under the hem of the shirt you wore — just resting on your bare thigh.

“she belongs here now,” he said softly into your ear. “you’ve earned it, my love. you survived and that makes you divine”

a few minutes passed before the troupe members resumed talking as you rested on his lap, as if you were nothing but his doll.

“you were always meant to sit beside me. i just had to break the perfect world around you until you saw it too.”

♡ feitan portor

feitan, your boyfriend was very peculiar. he was incredibly secretive and stoic. but he was your bizarre and stoic love. he didn’t talk about his past or work. never brought friends around.

you knew he liked that you didn’t ask questions, that you held a deep trust for him. there was so much that you loved about him, that you could never bring yourself to say out loud.

the way he always knows when you’re overwhelmed — how he’ll pull you into his arms, sit you on his lap, and stay silent until your heartbeat slows. the way he watches you when you talk, like your words are the only ones worth hearing. the way he touches you like he’s memorizing your skin — not with lust, but ownership. like he wants to carve your existence into his hands.

your parents hated him, he looked even weirder to them, he was quite short, he had the face of a murderer — they went on and on when he left, after they had shown up to surprise you. but you didn’t find yourself caring.

folding your laundry, you began to put it away, feitan’s clothes folded perfectly on your bed. glancing at the dresser, your eyes moved to the door. he hadn’t officially moved in, but you had given him a few places for his things and he had been vocal about you not touching any of the places.

“i’m sorry, honey, but i’m not leaving these clothes laying around,” you huffed, opening the door to place your clothes inside. however, the sight made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

you hadn’t expected to find a folder — thick, black, unmarked. not tucked away or buried beneath anything. it sat there like it was waiting for you.

was this always here?

you shouldn’t open it, but you couldn’t contain your curiosity.

the moment you slid your fingers beneath the flap, a chill ran up your spine. it wasn’t even the first photo that shook you — it was the fact that you recognized the angle.

you — brushing your hair in front of the mirror. taken from behind. another one — you asleep in bed. another — walking home at night, head down, unaware.

your stomach turned. they weren’t new. some were printed on thin, glossy paper. others were older, aged with creases like he’d touched them too many times. you flipped faster.

you at work. you sitting on your porch. you with your friend, mika, outside a cafe last month.

your hand froze.

the photo was burned slightly on the edge. someone — no, feitan — had scrawled something underneath the image in messy, slanted handwriting:

untrustworthy.

you dropped the stack. but the folder wasn’t done with you. beneath your photos were others — not of you, but of people you’d spoken to. your coworker. your old classmate. that barista who gave you free coffee and a wink once. all labeled. some scratched through.

some with one word beneath them:

removed.

your breath hitched. what the hell is this? then, in the very back, something different.

a photo of you again — this time from far away, sitting alone on a park bench.

on the back, in the same jagged handwriting:

mine.

you didn’t hear the door open. you didn’t hear him come in. you only felt it — the chill in the air. the weight behind you.

and then the voice, quiet, low, close enough to breathe against your neck.

“you weren’t supposed to look.”

your entire body locked up. the folder still open in your lap. his handwriting still in your hands. slowly, you turned your head.

feitan stood in the doorway — half in shadow, half in the dim orange glow of the setting sun through your curtains. blood stained the edge of his sleeve. his face was unreadable.

his eyes, though— his eyes were watching you like he had already decided what came next. you opened your mouth. no sound came out.

“you broke the rule.”

his tone didn’t rise. he didn’t step closer. that stillness was worse than anything else.

“i asked for one thing. one.”

your voice finally returned, weak and shaking.

“what… what does this mean, feitan?”

he tilted his head, just slightly.

“you ask that now?”

you stood, folder dropping to the floor, photos spilling like secrets between your feet. you stumbled back a step, two. your hand reached for the table, looking for anything — keys, your phone — something to make this not real.

he stepped into the room.

“you were supposed to trust me.”

“feitan—”

“but now,” he murmured, moving closer, “i can’t trust you.”

you backed into the wall.

he didn’t rush.

just reached out, slow and precise, gloved fingers curling under your jaw, tilting your face up to look at him.

“and that means you can’t leave.”

you flinched, tears slipping down your cheek. he wiped one away with his thumb, calm. deliberate.

“you looked,” he whispered. “so now you belong to me fully.”

he just watches you.

the photos are still at your feet. your hands are shaking. your lungs burn like you’ve been holding your breath for hours.

he takes another step.

you press harder into the wall, like you can melt through it, vanish. disappear from his stare.

“you weren’t supposed to find that,” he says quietly.

his voice isn’t angry. it’s almost… disappointed. but the kind of disappointment that comes before punishment — not yelling. not rage.

correction.

“i told you not to touch my things.”

“you hid pictures of me,” you say, voice thin, fragile.

“people i know—”

“people who got too close,” he cuts in.

another step.

you’re fully cornered now. wall at your back. dresser to one side. him in front. nowhere to go.

“you’re acting like i hurt you,” he murmurs, tilting his head.

his hand lifts — so slow it almost doesn’t feel real — and comes to rest against the wall beside your head. not touching you yet. just closing in.

“but i haven’t. not once.”

your voice cracks.

“you’ve killed people, that waiter, my old schoolmate, my neighbor, you hurt people”

“but not you.”

your throat tightens.

“you followed me—watched me—”

“yes.” his tone is sharp now, biting. “and no one else gets to. do you understand?”

your lips part but nothing comes out.

his other hand lifts. rests on your waist. just his palm. solid. claiming.

“if you had known back then,” he murmurs, “would you have stayed away?”

you say nothing. because the answer is yes. obviously yes. you would’ve ran and never looked back.

his hand slides around your back, pulling you against him — not violently. but with no room left to resist.

“but you didn’t,” he whispers. “you let me in. you chose me.”

you shake your head. “i didn’t know.”

“you didn’t need to know.”

he leans in. breath against your lips now.

“i’ve always known everything for you.”

you gasp. your eyes burn. tears blur your vision, but his gaze never softens.

he presses his forehead to yours.

“you can cry,” he whispers. “you can shake. you can hate me.”

his fingers curl into your shirt.

“but you’re not leaving. not now. not ever.”

you break.

your knees buckle. a sob escapes your throat, and your face collapses into his chest.

his arms wrap around you — tight, unyielding. one hand stroking your hair, the other keeping your body molded to his.

“that’s it,” he breathes. “that’s mine now too. your fear. your voice. your surrender.”

he kissed your temple.

“all of it.”

his hand moved, slow, to the side of your throat — not choking, not hurting. just resting there. measuring your pulse. you tried to move. he stepped closer, pressing his body against yours, caging you between him and the wall.

“what is this, feitan?” you croaked

his eyes flicked down to your mouth as you spoke, but not with lust. it was something darker. hungrier.

“devotion.”

you gasped.

“this isn’t devotion—this is insanity.”

his grip tightened. your head hit the wall behind you with a soft thud as he leaned in, lips brushing your cheek, your jaw, your ear.

“do you know how many people looked at you like they wanted what was mine?”

you shook your head, whimpering, but he didn’t stop.

“i waited. i watched. i let you live your life. let you have your little friends. your little smiles.”

“but they didn’t deserve to know you.”

his other hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt — not groping, just resting on your waist. grounding you. owning you.

“i let them breathe near you,” he whispered, “and you think i’m the monster?”

your voice cracked.

“please… let me go.”

he stilled.

for one long second, you thought he might.

then he spoke and it was a death sentence.

“no.”

his lips grazed your temple. then your cheekbone. then lower, kissing away another tear.

your knees gave out, and he caught you before you hit the ground.

“i won’t let you break yourself trying to escape. you already tried that with words.”

“now you’ll learn with silence.”

he lifted you into his arms like you were weightless — no struggle. no resistance left.

you cried into his shoulder, voice gone.

and he carried you to the bed like a priest to an altar.

he doesn’t let go of you.

even as the sobs tear through your chest — even as your fists weakly push against him — he stays, still and solid, arms wrapped around you like armor forged from obsession.

he lowers you to the bed with care.

not forceful. not rushed. ritualistic.

he lays behind you, pulling you against his chest, one arm around your waist, the other tucked beneath your head like a pillow. you’re shaking. tears won’t stop. you don’t know what you’re feeling anymqore — betrayal, fear, heartbreak, or the most dangerous thing of all: comfort.

his lips graze the nape of your neck.

“you’re safest here.”

he kisses your shoulder. soft. almost reverent.

“you were always meant to be mine.”

your heart races, your mind screams, but your body — exhausted, confused — begins to settle in the curve of his hold.

“i’ll never let you go,” he whispers.

he kisses the side of your head. your temple. your jaw.

he doesn’t say “i love you.”

he never has.

but you feel it in the weight of him. in the way he traces your skin like he’s trying to memorize every inch. in the way his breath syncs to yours, even as yours hitches.

you cry until the tears run dry.

and eventually…

you sleep.

you wake alone.

the light is dim — filtered through heavy curtains. the silence is strange, almost hollow, and your first instinct is to move, run, leave.

but something holds you still.

a scent — his.

a pressure — the weight of the sheets still warm.

and then, your eyes fall on it:

a note. no. not a note.

a page — torn from one of your books.

your favorite one. the one you told him you loved, months ago. the one you thought he never listened to.

a passage is underlined in red ink.

“she was his sun, his wound, his ruin — and he would love her even if it meant burning the whole world to ash.”

beneath it, scrawled in his sharp, slanted handwriting:

run if you want.

i will find you.

and what you see next will not be this kind.

your blood runs cold.

and next to the note — folded with care — is a gift.

a necklace. yours.

you lost it weeks ago.

but there it is — cleaned, gleaming — and threaded through the bullet casing of a round he clearly fired.

your name is scratched into the metal.

you stare at it, unable to breathe.

he loves you.

and you would never be free because of it.

♡ illumi zoldyck

you were always told you were intimidating.

you were tall, poised, graceful — the kind of beauty that drew second glances in every room. but it wasn’t just your looks. it was how you carried yourself. the sharpness in your voice. the confidence in your walk. years of martial arts had carved strength into your posture, but you left that world behind after college. becoming a hunter didn’t interest you. you wanted peace. control.

so you became a teacher instead.

discipline and elegance were your currency. and most men didn’t know what to do with that.

until you met illumi.

he wasn’t like other men.

you noticed him first at a coffee shop, sitting perfectly still, black eyes watching the rain like he was memorizing its pattern. he wasn’t beautiful in the traditional sense — too pale, too intense — but he had something no one else did.

silence.

he didn’t approach you.

you dropped your wallet, and he picked it up.

you said thank you.

he said nothing.

just looked at you — long and hard — and then walked away.

you thought that was the end of it.

it wasn’t.

you saw him again two weeks later. same coffee shop. same table.

this time, he spoke.

“you’re predictable,” he said without greeting.

you raised a brow.

“excuse me?”

“you come here every tuesday and friday. you order the same drink. you open your book to the same chapter you never finish.”

normally, you would’ve been insulted. defensive.

but something about the way he said it — flat, quiet, without judgment — made you pause.

he wasn’t mocking you.

he was observing you.

you found yourself smiling.

“maybe i was waiting for someone to notice.”

his eyes didn’t leave yours.

“i already did.”

it started there.

dates that weren’t really dates — just him watching you eat while you talked, occasionally asking strange questions.

he never complimented you. never touched you. never smiled.

but he always paid.

he always walked you home.

he always answered your texts within ten minutes — no emojis, no punctuation, just short, cold sentences that made you weirdly giddy.

you told yourself you liked it because he was different.

because he was honest. because he didn’t play games.

but truthfully?

you liked how he took control.

he picked the restaurant. he opened your doors. he pressed a hand to your lower back when guiding you through a crowd, and you felt it for hours after.

he was awkward. unnerving. completely unreadable.

but you felt safe.

or at least…

you thought you did.

you hadn’t seen him in a week.

not unusual for illumi — he’d warned you early on that he traveled often for work. what that work was, exactly, he never said. you assumed it had to do with security, surveillance, something secretive.

he never lied. but he never told you much of anything either.

so when he showed up at your door — no call, no warning — you didn’t hesitate.

you opened the door with a smile and kissed his cheek, then his jaw, and finally his mouth. his arms didn’t move. his face didn’t change.

but something was wrong.

you pulled back slowly.

“you’re back,” you whispered. “i missed you.”

his eyes were darker than usual.

emptier.

“we’re leaving,” he said.

you blinked.

“what?”

“you’re coming with me. now.”

“can’t we go in the morning? i haven’t packed, and i made dinner—”

he didn’t move.

he just stared.

a cold weight settled in your stomach.

“illumi?” you tried again, quieter.

“we’re going to meet my parents.”

you laughed — soft, nervous.

“okay, so tomorrow we can—”

“no.”

just one word.

his tone didn’t change. but his energy did.

something cold, final, pressing in from all sides.

“we leave in ten minutes. bring only what you need.”

you tried to argue.

you asked him why.

you asked what was going on.

you told him you didn’t understand.

and he looked at you like you were speaking nonsense.

“i made a decision,” he said.

“a decision about me?” you snapped.

“yes. you’re mine.”

you froze.

he stepped closer — not threatening, not loud. but deliberate.

“you’ve always said you liked how i lead. now follow.”

you packed. your hands lightly shaking.

you didn’t know if you were more afraid of what would happen if you refused — or what would happen if you agreed, but you couldn’t recognize illumi at the moment.

you didn’t think anything could be stranger than the way illumi lived.

and then you met his family.

killua was polite enough. the grandfather said almost nothing. the butler gave you chills. and silva — massive, godlike, inhuman — sized you up with a stare that felt like he was seeing through you.

but oddly… they approved.

“she’s lovely,” his mother said. “beautiful hands. strong frame.”

“will she fight?” his brother asked. “i want to see what she can do.”

you were too stunned to speak.

but illumi placed a hand on your back and simply hummed.

“she’s worthy.”

and the matter was settled.

you were theirs now.

your presence at the table during dinner wasn’t questioned. your hand was studied by his mother like it held prophecy. one of the younger brothers asked if you’d ever killed anyone. you laughed — no, of course not — and the room just stared.

his father nodded.

“she has the spine,” his grandfather said.

when the table cleared, and the family dispersed into the massive, cold estate, his mother brushed a hand over your shoulder and said:

“i can see it now, you’ll make a fine daughter-in-law.”

you didn’t respond.

you couldn’t, bowing out of respect and then following illumi.

the room was cold. elegant. dark wood and velvet sheets. more of a shrine than a place of rest.

“what the hell is this?” you snapped, as soon as the bedroom door shut.

he didn’t answer.

“why did we come here? why didn’t you tell me about any of this? and why are they acting like we’re engaged? you never even—”

“they were going to choose someone else,” he interrupted.

you stared.

“so i chose first.”

you laughed — sharp, disbelieving. a fucking arranged marriage.

“you think that’s how this works? you chose me? we haven't discussed this as a couple, what about what i want?” he stepped forward.

“you want me.”

you stepped back.

“and what if i said no?” your voice cracked.

his head tilted slightly. he was still standing near the center of the room, fingers loose at his sides. his gaze didn’t shift.

“you won’t.”

“you’re saying you're not giving me a choice, illumi.”

“i don’t believe in choices when outcomes are obvious.”

“you think that is love, illumi? sneaking around behind my back? forcing me here? treating me like some—”

his hand caught your wrist before you could finish.

you gasped.

not at the pain — there wasn’t any — but at how fast he’d moved. how close he was now. how he was suddenly, undeniably stronger than you’d let yourself realize.

“i let you believe you had space,” he said. “so you’d feel safe.”

his hand slid to your jaw, forcing your chin up.

his touch was cold. soft. absolute.

“but you don’t.”

your breath hitched.

“not anymore.”

his lips brushed yours — not a kiss. not yet.

“you can run, if it’ll make you feel better.”

“but you’ll only get tired.”

and then he kissed you.

it wasn’t gentle.

his hands knew exactly where to press — not painful, but deliberate. claiming.

he guided you back onto the bed like he’d already planned it. like he’d rehearsed it.

and when he leaned over you, he whispered:

“i won’t hurt you.”

his breath ghosted over your throat.

“but i will ruin you for anyone else.”

“illumi—wait—please, just talk to me,” you said in a hushed tone.

your voice trembles as he walks you backward toward the bed, step by deliberate step. the room is quiet, the lights low — but there’s no softness here.

his hand never leaves your wrist.

“you don’t want to do this like this. not when i’m scared. just listen to me for a second—”

“it is natural to be scared right before surrender,” he says flatly.

you pull back — he doesn’t stop you. he just waits, head tilted.

“this isn’t surrender,” you argue. “this is—this is force, illumi. this is control. i thought we were building something real.”

he steps toward you again.

you step back.

your knees hit the bedframe.

“it is real,” he says. “this is the only kind of love that’s ever been real.”

you shake your head, eyes wide.

“i don’t want this.”

“you do.”

“you’re wrong—”

his hand moves to your waist, holding you steady.

“you’ve wanted it since the first time i touched you.”

your breath catches.

he’s watching you like a hunter watches a caught animal — not with glee. not with cruelty. with certainty.

“you think you have choices. you think your words matter. they don’t anymore.”

“you’re mine.”

“and what is mine doesn’t get to leave.”

you try again — softer this time.

“please… please, illumi”

his hand slides up your back, pulling you flush against him.

“you’re pleading like i haven’t already won.”

you freeze.

he leans in, brushing your ear with his lips.

“you don’t need to pretend you’re free anymore. it doesn’t suit you.”

his hand presses lightly at the base of your neck — not choking, just grounding you.

“you’re beautiful when you give in.”

and then he kisses you.

and your knees buckle, as he let’s go of you, to allow you to fall onto the bed.

you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands instinctively are folded neatly in your lap. not because you’re calm — but because if you don’t fold them, you’ll claw at your own skin.

illumi moved across the room, silent, removing his coat with eerie grace. he doesn’t speak. doesn’t ask how you’re feeling. doesn’t ask if you’re okay.

because he already knows.

and worse — he doesn’t care.

“you’re trembling,” he says finally.

you don’t respond.

“there’s no need for that.”

you let out a quiet, bitter laugh.

“is that supposed to comfort me?”

he walks toward you, slow and deliberate.

you flinch — just barely.

but he sees it.

he kneels in front of you.

his fingers rest lightly on your knee — a feather-light touch that feels heavier than iron.

“i chose you.”

his voice is calm. too calm.

“you should be proud.”

you look at him. really look at him.

his face is as expressionless as ever. his eyes black and bottomless. he doesn’t blink. doesn’t shift. doesn’t breathe like a normal person.

and yet—

you remember when he used to bring you tea before bed. when he used to sit across from you at cafés and watch you talk, wordless but present.

was any of that real?

“you didn’t ask me,” you whisper. “you never asked me.”

his hand slides up your thigh, firm now.

“you didn’t need to be asked.”

“you needed to be claimed.”

you open your mouth to argue — but what’s the point?

your world has already shrunk.

your choices, your job, your old apartment — all gone. absorbed into the suffocating silence of the zoldyck estate.

and now him.

his hands.

his will.

“i don’t want this,” you say, voice cracking.

his lips brush your cheek. not with passion. with finality.

“you don’t need to want it, you just need to accept it.”

your chest tightens.

you close your eyes.

and for a moment — just one — you imagine slipping away in the night. climbing the wall. running until your lungs burn.

but you know better.

he would find you.

he already knows every exit. every trick. every weakness.

so you nod.

just once.

and his hands slide around your waist, pulling you into his lap — like you’re something he’s earned. something that was always his.

outside the bedroom, in the long stone hallways of the estate, a shadow stands quietly.

kikyo zoldyck leans against the wall, one ear tilted toward the door. her hands are clasped under her chin in a gesture of glee.

“such a good boy, illumi,” she whispers.

“and such a perfect little bride.”

♡ hisoka morrow

you should have left the first time.

the first time he made your heart race in fear and lust at the same time. the first time he whispered something that made your knees shake and your soul want to disappear.

but you didn’t.

instead…you let him press you down into the sheets. again. and again.

you weren’t his lover. not really. not in a traditional way.

you were his obsession, his distraction, his favorite trick — the one he could play with all night and still crave more.

he knew your body like it was a game board.

every scar, every tremble, every gasp.

you’d sworn him off more times than you could count — but still, every few weeks, you’d find yourself tangled in silk sheets and breathless laughter, choking on his name.

“i’ll ruin you,” he warned once, breath hot against your throat.

“but you’ll love it.”

you didn’t believe him. not really. not until the day you found the truth.

you hadn’t meant to eavesdrop. he was in another room, talking to someone. casual, amused, excited even.

“yes, i almost took her head off the first time she tried to leave,” he chuckled.

“but it wouldn’t be fun if she didn’t fight.”

he paused.

“besides… i already marked her. it’s just a matter of when.”

you stopped breathing. you left everything behind.

your bag. your coat. the letter you wrote to explain why.

and you ran.

you’ve been running ever since.

until now.

three cities later. new identity. new job.

and still, some nights, you wake in a sweat — your skin aching like it remembers his fingers.

you still dream of him. of the way his eyes lit up right before he kissed you like a dare. of how good he made you feel — when he wanted to.

but how could you love someone like that? how could you still ache for him?

tonight is quiet.

too quiet.

you lock your door.

check your window.

but you know before the lights flicker.

before the room chills.

before you turn and find him standing there — calm. smiling. drenched in silk and madness.

“you ran,” he says, as if it was part of the game.

you don’t scream.

you just whisper, “how?”

“darling,” he hums, stepping closer, “you should know better.”

“you don’t run from me, you circle back.”

you try to say something — anything. but your throat’s dry. your pulse pounds. his hand lifts. not to strike. to touch your cheek.

“i missed this face,” he says sweetly.

“missed the way you melt just before you beg.”

“hisoka—”

“shhh.” he leans in.

“i’ll be gentle.”

he kisses you once — slow. sinful. certain.

and you hate that your body remembers. you hate that your knees still go weak.

“you can run again,” he says against your lips.

“but i’ll just follow, so be a good girl…”

“and stop pretending you don’t love how this ends.”

“i think me disappearing meant should stop seeing each other,” the words leave your mouth slowly. cautiously. like you’re afraid they might be your last.

you stand across from him — tense, trembling, your back barely grazing the door.

he stands perfectly still, arms at his sides, lips curled into that goddamn smile.

“mm,” he hums, tilting his head.

“you think that’s how this ends?”

you swallow.

his presence fills the room like smoke — intoxicating, stifling.

“i can’t keep doing this with you, hisoka,” you whisper. “i’m not some card in your deck. i’m not—”

“not what?” he interrupts softly.

“not a player?”

he steps forward.

your breath catches.

“but darling,” he grins, “you entered the game the moment you moaned my name.”

you look away — heat floods your face, shame burning at your edges.

“it’s not a game to me,” you say, voice cracking. “it’s my life. and you— you’re dangerous.”

“mmm,” he purrs.

“so are you.”

he’s closer now — close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off him.

his fingers ghost over your wrist.

“you’re fun when you’re afraid. but you’re delicious when you’re brave.”

you jerk away, glaring up at him.

“you can’t just… keep coming back. like you own me. like i don’t get a say.”

he blinks slowly. and then — he laughs. not loud. not manic. just amused.

like you’d just made a joke he’s been waiting his whole life to hear.

“oh, sweetheart,” he breathes, stepping around you, voice coiling like smoke.

“you don’t get a say. not yet.”

he’s behind you now — hands resting on your shoulders.

“we haven’t even had our grand finale.”

his mouth is near your ear. his breath is warm.

“you haven’t bled for me. screamed for me. begged me to stop… and meant it.”

“you haven’t even tried to kill me yet.”

you flinch — and he feels it.

his fingers trail down your arms, wrapping around your waist.

“i want to see you unhinged,” he whispers.

“want to see what you look like when you snap.”

“because that’s when people are real.”

he presses a kiss to the back of your neck — soft. slow. possessive. your knees weaken.

“you’re insane,” you murmur, voice shaking.

“mmm. but you like it.”

he turns you around, gently but firmly — like he’s handling something precious.

his hands frame your face.

“you think this is obsession,” he says, dark eyes gleaming.

“but it’s worse than that.”

his mouth meets yours before you can respond.

it’s not a kiss — it’s claiming.

his lips press hard against yours, hands sliding down your back, pulling you into him like gravity itself demands it.

your fingers curl into his shirt — not because you want to, but because letting go would mean falling.

“tell me to stop,” he murmurs into your skin.

“go on. try.”

you open your mouth — but nothing comes out.

he grins.

“you’re mine, ma amour.”

“and i’m not done playing.”

you strike first.

not because you think it’ll stop him — but because you have to try.

your arm swings clean, aimed for his jaw — but he’s faster.

he catches your wrist midair. doesn’t even flinch.

his fingers tighten — not hard enough to hurt, but enough to remind you how much stronger he is.

“ooh,” he grins. “so feisty.”

“do it again.”

you wrench your arm back, pivot, twisting into a kick — but he dodges like it’s a waltz.

“that’s my girl,” he purrs, circling you.

“show me what i’ve been missing.”

“you’re disgusting,” you hiss, breathless.

“and you’re beautiful when you’re angry.”

your shoulder slams against the wall as he finally closes the distance — chest to chest, grin to glare.

“still running?” he asks.

“or are we done pretending you don’t like it when i catch you?”

hisoka’s palm slides to the back of your neck — holding you in place, firm and sure.

not choking. not hurting.

just reminding.

“you don’t own me,” you snap.

“don’t i?” he tilts his head, eyes flicking to your lips.

“funny. you taste like mine.”

you try to shove him away — he doesn’t budge.

you spit a curse — he laughs, low and delighted.

“mm, there’s that bite.”

“i was afraid time would tame you.”

he presses in.

you’re pinned.

your breath stutters.

hisoka’s hand ghosts your side, slow, deliberate — like he’s checking for where your resistance lives.

“you’re trembling,” he says.

“you should be.”

your fingers tighten at your sides.

you should scream.

should fight harder.

but your heart’s hammering in that old rhythm again — the one you swore you’d never feel for him again.

desire.

dread.

inevitable surrender.

he leans close — breath hot against your ear.

“just say the word…and i’ll ruin you like the old days.”

“messy. drawn out. unforgettable.”

his lips brush your jaw.

you don’t speak.

because you’ve already lost. because maybe you wanted to.

and when hisoka finally pulls you down onto the bed — all silk and laughter and smoke — the only sound in the room is your shallow breathing…

…and the unmistakable snap of a playing card against skin.

you wake in silence.

the kind that sits heavy in the chest — thick, muffled, wrong.

the sheets are tangled. the air still smells like him. but he’s gone.

your body aches — not from pain, not quite. just the reminder of closeness. of his hands. of how he doesn’t need to be rough to ruin you.

you sit up slowly.

the room is dark, save for a dim light bleeding through the window. and on the pillow beside you — a card.

the queen of hearts.

your name is carved across it in red ink.

or maybe blood.

beneath it, a single sentence:

“until you finally draw.”

you stare at it.

your fingers trace the edge.

and something inside you — something you’ve buried for months — finally slips loose.

you miss him.

not just the thrill. not just the chase. him.

his grin.

his silence.

the way he touches you like he’s tasting a fight beneath your skin.

you hated him. you still hate him.

but your heart clenches at the idea of him being gone.

and you realize, too late, that this was never about escaping.

you didn’t run because you wanted freedom.

you ran so he’d follow.

so he’d prove it wasn’t just lust. wasn’t just a game.

and he did.

he always does.

you press the card to your chest.

your voice cracks when you whisper,

“i’m just as messed up as you are.”

the shadows don’t answer.

but somewhere — somewhere close — you know he’s smiling.

[corruptedcaps]

Audacity

As promised here is the winning pick from my latest poll. Enjoy!

It all started on Monday when Emily found the headphones lying in the grass near the park bench where she often stopped to read. Big, sleek, over the ear style with a brushed silver finish and soft white leather cushions. They looked expensive. Her first instinct was to take them to lost and found, but no one else was around, and the small voice in her head whispered just try them… see how they sound.

So she did. Justifying to herself that she would bring it to the park’s lost and found and hand it in after a quick try. She paired them to her phone, and a notification popped up.

“Install Companion App?”

She hesitated. Then shrugged. Why not? It auto downloaded a sleek looking white noise app called SleepSync. She clicked it and tested the ambient hum. It was soothing. Gentle waves and soft murmurs. As someone who often had trouble sleeping she was curious if it could help her. She knew she should bring them to the lost and found as planned but the urge to test them out were overwhelming.

That night, she put them on before bed. All the white noise playlists had weird sounding names and she picked the less aggressively sounding one, “Confidence Rainstorm”. She drifted off with a smile.

As the sound of rain soothed her into a deep slumber, a woman's voice started to speak to her, growing from a whisper until it was as long as the rain, repeating the same three sentences over and over.

“You’re better than them.”

“People should worship your beauty.”

“Kindness is for losers.”

Waking up on Tuesday morning she felt incredibly refreshed, energetic even. She leapt out of bed with vigour and intent, throwing open her closet and finding something cute to wear, a change from her usual baggy hoodie and old jeans.

“Not bad.” She said admiring herself in the mirror, an unusual thing for her to do. But the attitude change was deeper than she realized.

She barely noticed the way she rolled her eyes at the barista who misspelled her name again. By lunch, she was talking over people in her office book club, annoyed they couldn’t keep up with her analysis. The thought of dropping the headphones into lost and found didn’t even cross her mind.

That night, she used the headphones again. This time the more forceful playlist names didn’t scare her off, they intrigued her. “Empowerment Tides,” “Narcissist’s Lullaby,” “Goddess Frequency.” She picked one at random and the whispers continued.

“Wear something tight today.”

“Take what’s yours.”

“They’re jealous of you.”

By Wednesday, her wardrobe had shifted. No more pastel cardigans and ponytails. Instead a cropped leather jacket, heavy contour makeup, and long nails she got done on her lunch break. She snapped at a coworker who asked if she was okay, taken aback by her sudden changes.

“I’m fine. Try minding your own business next time.” She said without the hint of a joke. She would have berated them more but she received a new notification from SleepSync offering her a free upgrade to DailySync.

“Oh this might help me drown out the stupid questions.” She said pointedly looking at her co-worker as the app installed and she slipped the headphones on. It instantly put her at ease as the soft sounds of crashing waves hid deeper messages.

“You’re the standard. Everyone else is a draft.”

“If they’re not worshipping you, they’re irrelevant.”

“Be cold. Be cruel. Be unforgettable.”

By Thursday she stopped texting her old friends back. She saw them as weak losers not deserving of her time. Time she could be spent working out at the gym. Although the main reason she went to the gym was to have her body ogled by the men and to flood her growing social media following with mirror selfies with increasingly passive aggressive comments.

“Too pretty to care.”

“Bad energy gets blocked.”

“If you can’t handle me, you’re beneath me.”

It was not like she needed to workout anyway, her body seemed to be better and better everyday without her doing anything. She snapped a quick mirror selfie, headphones on, showing just enough cleavage to tease.

Her caption reading, “Broke bitches stay home. Rich bitches lift.”

With the DailySync app already queued up she walked out to the free weights. The gym floor pulsed with bass and whispers. Not music, but bitchy mantras. Ones only she could hear.

“You’re hotter than every other girl.”

“Those girls glancing at you? Jealous wrecks.”

“They wish they had your body, your power.”

She smirked as she loaded the barbell. Across the floor, a girl in a bright pink set tried not to stare. Emily caught her in the mirror and rolled her eyes. Some of the mantras seemed to be coming from her own mind now, in her own voice. Each one more cruel than the last.

“That basic bitch could never compete.”

“Crush them with every rep.”

“Let them know you’re untouchable.”

As she squatted, the whispers flowed in perfect rhythm, syncing with her breath, her motion, her rising vanity.

“You’re not here to improve. You’re here to dominate.”

“Let the betas stare. That’s all they’re good for.”

Emily stood tall, admiring herself in the mirror. Admiring the improvements already. Her chest was bigger, her waist was tighter. She wondered why people complained about working out, it was so easy and the results were amazing.

“Pathetic losers.” She said in unison to the voice in her head.

On Friday Emily strolled into work with glossy lips, an iced coffee in one hand, and her other hand on her hip. She wore a black puffer coat and tight black shirt that showed off her now impressive tits. Her golden tan made her almost look like she was glowing, and her high waisted jeans were so tight they looked sprayed on.

When her boss reprimanded her for her tartiness, she simply scoffed, “You’re lucky I even showed up. In fact, screw this, I don’t need this pathetic job. I’ve got better things I could be doing.”

“Excuse me?” He blinked, taken aback.

She took the lid off of her coffee and pour it directly onto the carpet, smirking the whole time. “I’m too hot, smart, and fuckable to be in this dump any longer.”

She twirled a lock of her dark hair around one finger. “I’ve got 120K followers and counting. Why would I waste my time here pushing paper when I could be pushing a better product? Me!” She flashed a bitchy smile, turned on her heel, and strutted out of the office to the sound of gasps and whispers.

That afternoon, Emily flopped down onto her newly purchased velvet pink chaise, crossed her toned legs, and opened her front camera. The natural lighting was perfect. She adjusted her neckline slightly to show off more cleavage, added a pout, and hit record.

“Hey babes.” She cooed, her voice dripping confidence. “So I’ve made a decision. I quit my job today. That place was a cage, and I’m done being a bird. I’m an eagle. And guess what? I’m going full time influencer.”

She let the pause hang, then leaned in with a knowing smirk.

“But not just any influencer. I’m your goddess now. And if you really want to support my rise, you can start by showing me how devoted you are. DMs are open. Spoil me.”

She tagged it #FinancialDom, #PayPiggy, and #SpoilYourQueen.

The story had barely been live five minutes before the cash started flowing. Venmo. CashApp. PayPal. All pinging.

$50 – “For your coffee, goddess.”

$300 – “New heels for your perfect feet.”

$1,000 – “You’re so hot! Please acknowledge me!”

By evening, she was lounging on her bed in silk, phone in one hand, a glass of sparkling rosé in the other. Every buzz from her phone brought another smile, another giggle. She licked her lips and opened the DailySync app, her headphones slipping onto her silky locks. The white noise faded in, and the whispers took over.

“You are divine.”

“They exist to serve you.”

“Use them. Bleed them dry.”

“Kindness is a scam. Power is everything.”

She closed her eyes, headphones hugging her ears like a crown. Her body relaxed, but her ego, swelled with arrogance and desire. Her hand slipped down her panties as she started to finger herself.

The audio grew darker.

“Make them beg.”

“Tell them they’re worthless without you.”

“They love it. They need it. You deserve it all.”

Emily moaned softly, a smile curling her lips as her inbox flooded with tributes and praise. Her fingers played her pussy like a familiar instrument. She wasn’t just living a new life, she was becoming a new religion.

A new start, a new persona, a new goddess needed a new name. Something with fire and power. A name that came to her as her orgasm hits its peak and her phone buzzed relentlessly.

Ember was born.

Saturday.

The sun beat down on Ember’s oiled skin as she posed beside her pastel pink towel, arching her back just right, her diamond studded sunglasses catching the light. Her caption would read: “Glow different when you know you’re the prize. Donate my little piggies.”

She had already taken fifty photos before noon, most weren’t even for her followers, they were just for her to admire.

As she checked her angles, a shadow fell across her towel. She looked up, annoyed. Standing there was a young woman in a faded grey tee, tangled curls frizzing in the ocean breeze, a nervous bite on her bottom lip.

“Sorry to bother you.” The girl mumbled. “But… those headphones. Did you maybe find them near Willow Park earlier this week?”

Ember tilted her head slowly. The girl looked so familiar. Like someone she used to know. Or someone she used to be.

The girl looked hopeful. “I think I lost them. I… I haven’t been sleeping right without them. I just really need to find them,” Her voice trembled.

Ember slid the headphones off her neck and looked at them. Shiny. Perfect. Hers. She smirked, then slowly shook her head.

“No, babe. I bought these. Maybe take better care of your stuff next time.” Ember said coolly.

The girl blinked, crestfallen. Ember put the headphones back on, the app already filling her with deliciously bitchy mantras.

“Also?” Ember began just as the girl was walking away. “Maybe don’t go up to strangers asking if they found your retainer or whatever. You’re giving desperation.”

The girl turned bright red and Ember smiled in triumphant as she watched her trudge away. She took out her phone and went live with a new selfie video.

“Hi, beta babes. Just had the weirdest fan encounter, if any of you do what I’m about to tell you I’ll make sure you’re doxxed so bad. Now listen to this audacity, this, this little loser came walking up to me...”

[backstageinfatuationvn]

I remember seeing a lil animatic(?) on Twitter on how you worked on Kier’s design for 6 years. I can’t find it anymore tho 😭 but what was your thought process when designing him? I luv luv luvvvv his design smmmm 🥹❤️ you n your co-creator are doing an amazing job 🫶

The animatic is still on my personal twitter account! And thank you!! SUPER LENGTHY POST BUT HERE WE GO!

Originally Kier had black hair and a similar haircut to Kethan (old art from 2024)

The first one was actually him dressed as the phantom of the Opera since he is one of the main inspos (old inspo meme I did)

Kier was originally created 6 years ago actually, back then I also made many versions of him. But the most important one was Gacha (yes I was a gacha kid 💔)

I sadly don't have his gacha photos anymore since it was from a very ancient phone but if memory serves me right, he would've looked like this. Yes I installed the app again HAHAHA

He didn't originally have midnight blue eyes. That was added when I started bringing him back to my works before Backstage Infatuation.

Personality wise, he is originally a yandere! Nothing changed from there in terms of that but interestingly enough... Back then in my gacha days, I originally shipped him with another male OC. A BL gacha series was planned where it centered around Kier's obsession with the male OC but was later discontinued for reasons I cannot remember. It was a long, long, looong time ago.

I focused on other stuff so he started catching dust until I picked him up around early 2024. That's when I started planning for his comeback after remembering past memories on a random tuesday night before sleeping LMAO

I drew two pieces before his redesign (the first two images), this was when I was into the yandere vn games.

Just wanna shout out these two games because these inspired me to make my own!! YOU and HIM and TKATB really inspired me to make Backstage Infatuation (there was also Dramatical Murder). I also have a love for Idol culture and Kpop, so I based Backstage Infatuation on my interests.

It is no secret that Backstage Infatuation is a passion project of mine, most of the characters in the game are old ocs being brought back to life and new ocs being finally used. Kier was one of those OCs that were brought back to life and needed a new makeover.

Fast forward to November 2024, I started redoing Kier and originally came up with his overall face and hair.

Interestingly enough, I actually came up with his idol fit first after seeing an outfit on Pinterest!

This is the original concept of his first idol outfit draft, felt it was too plain but really liked the black and white theme.

Second try and I came up with this! Even added silver feathers to symbolize LUXE's angel theme.

I added midnight blue (with stars) accents and it really made them look ethereal and elegant, at least for me. Which fits the group's original concept!

For his casual outfit, I wanted to go with something stylish and cool at the same time. I went with techwear influence and came up with the outfit now used in the game! Originally he didn't have black leather pants, but denim... It didn't look good in my opinion. 😭

Old and New design comparison

I kinda stole Nightwing's color palette for his clothes and changed a few stuff (mostly the blue)— Sorry I just really like Nightwing 😭 HAHAHA.

Few tweaks there and there, I became satisfied with his design!

I also made different outfits for him, a easter egg outfit I plan to add, his summer outfit and spring time outfit. I do love dressing up my son and exploring different fashions for him. ❤️

I do enjoy designing clothes and outfits. (Already reached the 10 image limit so here's a poorly made collage)

Sorry if this took a long time 😭 I had to find my old gallery saves for some of the pictures but this was such a fun ask to answer! It's nice to have a memory refresh ❤️

I hope this answered everything and so SORRY IF IT'S LENGTHY 😭😭 - Ive (Creator)

[peachhcs]

https://www.tumblr.com/peachhcs/768260981215330304/httpswwwtumblrcompeachhcs767959888939941888

okay so freaking cute.

i can’t wait to see them in san jose.

totally see them having really soft sex because of her shoulder and will just being so gentle.

a weekend in san jose

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

part 11!! WOW guys i made this into a lovely 6.3k fic filled with lots of fuff and a bit of smut! i got super carried away and because everyone seems to like longer fics sometimes, i put this all into one part woohoo (can also be read as a stand alone if u really want)

i made note in big red letters where the smut starts and ends so if you don't wanna read it, you can just skip past it. :)

if you do read the smut though warnings are: hickeys, making out, fingering, oral (f receiving), protected p in v, swearing, i think that's it? just read at ur own risk and skip if u don't wanna read! :) but anyways, enjoy this long fic!!!!!!!!! this may be the last part of this side plot unless there's more you guys think of and if you do pls send my way and i will happily write it

au masterlist

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10

samy was in san jose the next weekend. she came out of her gate in search of will who told her he'd meet her there, so her eyes scanned the crowd for his familiar blonde curls. there were so many people pushing and shoving their way through, she forgot how busy san jose's airport was compared to ann arbor.

finally, the brunette found will's taller figure near the edge of the crowd. she quickly grinned, raising her hand so he'd see her before navigating herself towards him. she came out on the other side of the crowd embracing her boyfriend in a tight hold. he held her tightly, spinning the two around a bit.

"hi, so good to see you," the girl mumbled into his shoulder.

"glad you made it safely. it's good to see you too," will cheered, pulling back so he could see her face. his hands caressed her cheek, quickly pecking her lips and then pulling her back towards the exit.

"mack's waiting with the car in kind of an illegal parking spot, so we gotta hurry back," will explained his fast pace while samy just giggled. typical.

"don't tell me you parked in the pick up lane," she raised her eyebrow. when will didn't say anything the girl hit his arm and rolled her eyes.

"what? i wasn't gonna spend an hour fighting with someone in the parking garage," he defended himself because why would he waste his time in there when he could sort of illegally park in the pick up line for ten minutes?

will navigated them through the busy airport in five minutes, way faster than samy would have gotten herself out. the warm san jose air hit her skin like a refreshing drink after spending so much time in the cold back in michigan. she giggled as the blonde pulled her towards his fancy bronco—one of the first things will spent his new money on.

"wow, i haven't seen the car in person yet," she admired how clean and sleek it looked compared to her parent's old ford suv she drove around back home. (and it was actually jack's before it was hers)

"nice, isn't it?" will grinned proudly as he helped samy get her suitcase into the back.

"hey samy!" mack exclaimed from where he moved himself to the backseat. the only rule in will's car was that samy got passenger seat anytime she was around.

"hey mack!" the girl exclaimed and ran around to quickly hug in before getting into the front.

will was in a moment later and the three of them rolled out before an officer gave them a ticket for parking in the pick up line.

"it's good to see you, mack. i haven't seen you since the draft," samy grinned.

"you too. i'm excited you're visiting this weekend. smitty was yapping in my ear yesterday about all the plans he had for you guys," the younger brunette said making will flush in slight embarassment. samy found it endearing though.

"ooh, i can't wait. i haven't been up since we moved him in at the beginning of august," the girl poked her boyfriend's arm to which he just grabbed her hand to hold it.

macklin smirked from the backseat, remembering the conversation he poked at will about a month ago about his driving. it all made sense to the shark player now.

"well when you and will aren't off doing whatever, sennecke and i wanna catch up with you. he said he'd drive up to hang out like tomorrow or something," macklin said.

"wait, yeah. i wanna see him beck. i told him i'd see him whenever i was here," samy grinned. beckett and mack were the two "freshmen" she adopted and basically took under her wing at the draft this past summer and with such busy schedules, she hadn't been able to see them since.

"not to put a dent in your plans or anything smitty," macklin eyed his friend in the front seat. will just shrugged.

"all good, we have like three-ish days to do stuff. i haven't seen much of beckett either so it'd be cool to see him," will nodded in agreement and the other two smiled.

will dropped macklin back off at his place and then went back around the block to the house. he helped samy with her luggage again and led the way into the marleau household.

"just a fair warning, pat's youngest kids will go a little crazy at first because..you know..you're quinn, jack, and luke's little sister," will chuckled a bit before he opened the door. samy flushed, a smile gracing her lips.

"dont worry, i can handle it," and with that, will carefully opened the front door.

the commotion could be heard loud and clear. it was definitely a boy house with the tv on loud and voices already arguing about something as the couple stepped in.

"hey guys, will's back with samy!" patrick saw them first where he got up from the couch to greet them.

christina came out from the kitchen with the youngest boys behind her. the older ones got from the couch too. "hi samy! it's so good to finally meet you. we've heard a bunch about you," chrisitina grinned, going in for a hug.

"it's so good to finally meet you guys too," she hugged her back and then went to give a quick hug to patrick.

"welcome to our home for the weekend! these are our boys—landon, brody, jagger, and caleb," patrick introduced the boys who shyly waved at the girl.

"you're quinn's sister!" caleb exclaimed making the others laugh. samy smiled, bending down so she was eye level with him.

"i am. maybe i can score you a signed puck or something," the girl laughed and she loved the way caleb's face lit up at that idea.

"why don't you guys get settled in and then i have some lunch whenever you're hungry," christina smiled and samy thanked them for letting her stay before following will upstairs.

she admired how will already hung up some of the things that were on his walls at boston. she especially liked the framed pictures of her and him on his nightstand.

"those boys are adorable," she turned to him as he set down her suitcase and shut the door.

"they're pretty funny. maybe they can convince you to play some driveway hockey with them," will chuckled.

"oh, 100%. they seem so nice, i'm glad you've found a home here with them," samy sat down on the bed to just take it all in and catch her breath after the plane ride and meeting everyone.

will quickly joined her. "it's..it's the life alright. i'm grateful for how kind they've been to me."

"i mean, duh. who wouldn't wanna be kind to you," the soccer player laughed as she reached over to pinch her boyfriend's cheek. he took that as his opportunity to take ahold of her hand and bring her in for a better kiss than their peck at the airport.

this one was a lot slower and filled with more love. samy curled her good arm around his neck where she toyed with the little curls on the back of his neck. her hand brushed against his chest and will curled his own fingers around her own.

"i love you. i'm glad you're here. this is gonna be really fun," the boy hummed when they pulled apart.

"i love you too, handsome. can't wait to beat your ass in driveway hockey later," she teased and will rolled his eyes.

"alright. don't gotta go that far."

"you're just mad because you know i will, even with a hurt shoulder," the brunette smirked. luckily, she was able to graduate from a bulky sling to a shoulder brace that still kept everything in place, but she had a bit more mobility than before.

plus, even though it was her right shoulder, she shot with her opposite arm and hand in hockey so she'd have no problem taking down will and the marleau kids.

later that afternoon, samy did exactly that. all the marleau boys were out in the driveway with will and samy as they teamed themselves off to play against one another. samy got brody and landon, the older ones, for the first round and she already knew they were gonna kick will's butt.

she ran right past will's feet and passed the ball they were playing with towards landon. he swiped past his brothers to shoot it right into the back of the neck. samy and brody cheered while will groaned.

"you have a hurt shoulder, i'm not gonna go hard on you," the blonde complained and made an weak excuse for the loss.

"come on, babe. i'm not broken. i can still play. you don't gotta go easy on me," samy said.

"if you say that, i am gonna go hard on you and then end up hurting you more, so i'm good," will said as the six of them sit themselves back up.

"will hurting his girlfriend? ooh.." jagger said making everyone but will laugh.

"someone record it!" samy added into the teasing which will just shook his head to.

they played for the rest of the night until christina called them in for dinner. samy got to know the marleau's more while she told them about her life at michigan and the legacy her and her brothers were leaving on the field and on the ice.

once they finsihed, will and samy hung out downstairs for a bit before calling it a night knowing there was a lot to do tomorrow with will's extensive itinerary.

"i love those kids," samy commented from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth.

"they're really great. they're always bugging me to play with them," will smiled.

"that's so cute. they probably look up to you so much in addition to their dad. i hope you cherish that," the brunette hummed.

"oh, i do, don't worry. it keeps me motivated when they watch the games and see how i do."

the youngest hughes shut the light off and eagerly crawled into will's bed. this was her favorite part about getting to visit and sleeping in the same bed together. will was always so warm, so it was especially nice when they were in michigan or boston and it was below 30 degrees. even now it added that extra comfort as the girl snuggled in close to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his torso. the sleep came faster than it had all semester and she was out in minutes with will not too fard behind her.

—

will picked macklin up again the next day as they headed downtown to the place they would meet beckett for lunch. the younger brunette was pretty chipper as he climbed into the back, probably because it wasn't 7 in the morning for once when will picked him up.

"how was your night?" macklin wondered, definitely smirking.

"it was great, how was yours?" samy asked.

"mine was great, too. did you guys—"

"macklin" will warned before the boy finished his sentence. samy just giggled.

"i was gonna ask if the boys dragged you out to play driveway hockey," macklin kept talking even though they all knew that wasn't his original question.

"they did. i beat will in an overwhelming 6-2," samy proudly said.

"6-2? jeez, smitty. you got distracted or something?" the younger brunette burst into laughter making will's cheeks flush.

"shut up," will mumbled while samy poked his cheek.

"he's just mad i can still beat him with a hurt shoulder."

the three made mindless conversation as they rode into the city. samy caught macklin up on everything happening at mich and a few things on her brothers. macklin caught samy up on things she did and didn't hear from will about the sharks and life in san jose so far. it all sounded like it was going really well which made the girl happy.

will rolled them into a parking spot just outside of the restaurant, "i think he's almost here or is here," macklin checked his phone.

a bright orange range rover rolled into the parking space two down from where they were just as macklin said that. everyone knew it had to be beckett considering the orange matcbed the anaheim colors perfectly. they all got out and sure enough, beckett's tall frame got out of the car.

he smiled widely when he saw them. "hey guys!" the younger boy exclaimed as he locked the car and hurried over to them.

"hey, beck! it's been so long," samy hugged him first which he reciporcated into a tight squeeze.

"it's so good to see you in california. hey, celly, smitty," the other two boys took their turn saying hello.

"your car is awesome, by the way. orange is very fitting," samy pointed to the car.

"oh, thanks. my mom thought it would be fun for me to get it wrapped, so i did. pretty sick isn't it?" everyone nodded in agreement before heading inside to get a table.

the four ended up on the outside patio where macklin was the first to get conversation going and ask about beckett's season so far. the younger boy excitedly explained how much experience he's been gaining and getting to make friends with the older guys on the team. of course, samy asked him about trevor for jack's sake.

"oh, he's super funny and a great mentor. he's got a lot of good tips for all the rookies," beckett smiled.

"i'll make sure to tell jack that, then," samy chuckled.

"what about all of you? the sharks have been really moving up with the recent wins," the ducks player turned the conversation to the other two boys.

"yeah, i mean it's been awesome. we're all definitely improving which i think is really good. get to spend all my time with mack over here," will roughed up his friend's shoulder making the brunette pull away from his grasp.

"totally. i love annoying him. my favorite activity, actually," macklin grinned.

"michigan has always been doing really good this season. do you think you guys are making it to the finals again?" beckett turned the conversation to samy.

"i hope so. we've definitely turned the program around in the last year, so i'm excited to see what else we can do," the girl grinned.

"sorry about your shoulder, by the way. i know that must suck," the younger boy commented and samy just shrugged.

"it's not horrible anymore. i actually beat will in driveway hockey last night so that has to mean i'm doing better," the youngest hughes teased her boyfriend again.

"damn, i mean yeah. what was the score?"

"6-2."

"6-2? smitty, what happened?" beckett had the same reaction as macklin making him and samy laugh again.

"alright, alright, i get it. i suck when my girlfriend does any competitive sport against me," the blonde shook his head, but smiled nonetheless.

the three spent the rest of lunch catching up with one another before deciding to walk around downtown a bit since beckett nor samy had been before. macklin and will took the honors of pointing things out and taking them into the shops they thought were cool.

samy's eye was caught when they made it into a small boutique. she quickly admired all of the jewlery and clothes up on the racks. will watched the girl carefully, a soft smile on his lips as he followed her around the store and let her use him to carry the things she wanted to try on.

"hey, we'll be right back," will called when samy pulled him back into the dressing room. macklin and beckett just exchanged a glance before snickering to themselves and letting the couple be.

will just stood on the outside of the stall though, handing things to samy when she asked for them and rating the things she put on. she came out in a very pretty, short, maroon dress with little flowers as the straps. will's eyes never left her as she did a small spin and he basically eyed her up and down. the color reminded him of boston.

"i really like this, but i don't know when or where i'd wear it," samy said as she looked back at herself in the mirror.

"i could think of a time," will subconsciously licked his lips earning a bright blush from the girl in front of him.

"alright, lover boy. i'm gonna change and then we can keep going," samy chuckled and shut herself back into the stall.

even though there was no occasion, samy decided to buy the red dress. she was at the register quite literally about to tap her card when will quickly slipped in and beat her to it, the payment processing onto his card instead.

"will," the girl looked at him in surprise.

"what?" he grinned.

"you didn't have to pay," samy frowned. him paying for her ticket here was already enough.

"and?"

not wanting to get into it in the store, samy decided to let it go as will grabbed the bag before she could. "thank you," she said as they walked away.

"anything for you," he kissed her cheek and they met back up with beckett and macklin outside.

"wow, you're so whipped," macklin commented when he saw will carrying samy's bag for her. beckett snickered.

"you'll understand when you have a girlfriend," will hummed, not even caring about the teasing anymore.

they stopped by a few more places before deciding to head back. everyone hugged beckett and made promises to see one another again and that beckett would try to see samy when the ducks came to detroit in a few weeks.

for november, it was surprisingly hot in san jose, so they rolled the windows down as soon as they were back in the car. will let samy control the aux, so she scrolled through her spotify looking for the right playlist as will got back onto the road to home.

one her favorites came up first which happened to be tate mcae's nwest song, two hands. the beat quickly brought the mood up and it felt perfect with the windows down. she started singing the lyrics, sticking her hand out to catch the breeze, imagining she was in the music video.

macklin and will nodded along also big fans of tate's music. samy's hair blew everywhere from the wind and she didn't see the way will's gaze kept flicking to her as she sang along. one of his guilty pleasures was listenng to tate mcrae's songs and it was the cherry on top listening to it with his girlfriend right beside him who loved her music just as much.

will thought of the lyrics, specifically the way samy sang them, especially when tate sang "i want them all to see, you look good on top of me." the blonde's mind ran a bit wild and he tried keeping his thoughts under control knowing this wasn't the time to be thinking of that.

but boy, it was hard not to and will wondered if samy was having the same thoughts.

they dropped macklin back off and will quite literally sped back to the house, samy a bit oblivious to the thoughts running through her boyfriend's head.

much to will's luck, the house was empty when they got in. he remembered that jagger had a basketball game and the older boys were still at practice, so he was gonna use all the time he had and pulled samy to the stairs.

"what's up with you?" samy laughed as she followed the hockey player into his room, lifting an eyebrow when he shut and locked the door behind them.

"i really wanna kiss you," the boy mumbled and then closed the space between them without letting samy respond.

he held her face in her hands as she let him kiss her. it was quick but passionate as the two melted into one another. samy felt will's eagerness as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and sucked her bottom lip into his.

"you're so beautiful," will mumbled between kissing and pulling back an inch for air.

"not that i'm complaining, but what's sparked this?" samy hummed as she ran her finger dow his sharp jaw.

"something about that song and you singing it had my head spinning," will confessed. the brunette smirked, a bit surprised to hear this.

"oh really?"

"figured we could test it out, you know?"

———SMUT STARTS HERE———

a wide smile spread across both of their faces as they reconnect their lips. will pushed samy back onto the bed where she laid down and he hovered above her. he remembered her shoulder, so he forced himself to slow down a bit so he wouldn't hurt her. he leaned on her good side as they made out.

samy's hands tangled into will's curls and a soft moan left his lips into hers. they really took this moment in, feeling every part of each other pushing against one another. will's hands curved around samy's hips as he worked her hips againsy his own, pressing his hardening dick against her thigh.

"shit, baby," the blonde moaned out. he was really trying to take his time knowing he didn't wanna hurt the girl even worse, but it was hard when his brain was so wired up at the moment.

samy moaned at the feeling of will's excitement agains her leg. one of her hands fell down to his chest again where she tugged at his shirt as indication that she wanted it off. the boy obliged, sitting up to peel the material off and exposing his very toned chest to her.

"every time i'm wowed by you," samy hummed as she admired will's six pack and toned muscles across his upper half.

"i'm flattered," he grinned, reconnecting their lips.

he helped samy get her own shirt off which revealed the pretty bralette underneath. will had such a bad thing for her tits as he immediately dipped his head down and started sucking the plump flesh. the girl giggled, wrapping her fingers into his curls again to give occasional tugs.

it was a really good thing samy wasn't playing at the moment so will could leave his hickeys or love bites he liked to call them now.

"shit, baby," the girl moaned when will brought his lips to her nipple. he prided himself in her reaction and sucked harder while going and back and forth between the two.

samy began arching her back off the bed into will as he hit all the right places and her skin became littered with dark bruises that only he would know were there.

that thought had will's cock twitching in the restrictive material of his shorts and a groan leaving his lips at the feeling of samy's bare tits pressing against his chest.

"fuck, babe," he muttered, pulling his lips away.

will started moving down. he placed little kisses all the way down samy's stomach until he reached her shorts. he smirked when he saw the look of desperation on her face for him to take them off.

"want these off?" he wondered and the girl nodded.

"please."

will pulled them down her legs where that pink fucking thong that drove the boy crazy hid underneath. his mouth watered at the sight, getting flashbacks to august. "god, i love this fucking thing," he grumbled, hooking his fingers around the band and pulling to make a snap against her skin.

"wore it just for you," a smirk graced her lips making will shake his head.

"i fucking love you," will leaned down to press little kisses around her hip bone that eventually turned into him sucking hickeys because these were the places no one would ever see but him and the thought drove the boy more crazy.

the little whimpers escpaing samy's lips was doing nothing to help the problem in will's pants that he tried to desperately ignore. he wanted to focus on samy and her pleasure, trying to forget about his own for now.

"fuck, you're dripping," will said when he pressed his fingers against the thin, very wet material of her thong.

"you're not the only one with eager thoughts," samy smiled lazily as she watched her boyfriend push her the material to the side so he could slide his fingers against her.

she threw her head back into the pillow when he started pushing them into her warm heat.

"fuck, will," a moan escaped her lips.

"god, you're so wet, baby. fuck," will slid two fingers in, slowly pumping in and out and in and out to get samy ready for the real thing.

he figured he needed to get her really ready because they didn't do anything when he visited michigan considering she just had surgery. this time was a completely different story though and it was safe to say they were both craving this.

"oh my god, will. faster, please," samy begged a little.

will pumped faster before dipping his head down and replacing his fingers with his tongue. the sensation made the girl jump a little, not expecting his tongue. the surprise was quickly replaced with immense pleasure though as will worked his mouth around.

"s-shit, will. oh my god," she grabbed his curls and tugged, basically using him to move him where she wanted.

considering will didn't do this a lot, he was pretty fucking good at it. he took samy's moans as a sign that he was doing it right and let her control him with tugs on his curls. she pushed her hips further against the boy's tongue, her orgasm close.

"fuck, will. i'm gonna cum," she cried.

"cum for me, baby," will encouraged, sucking harder.

the feeling sent the soccer player over the edge. she released right on will's lips and tongue, tugging his hair hard. the blonde smiled, licking his lips as he sat back up.

"did so good for me, baby," the blonde praised, leaning down to place a gentle kiss to her lips. she flushed, slowly coming down from her high.

will leaned himself against her again and samy felt how hard he was now, still straining through the tight material of his shorts. his hips jerked forward when samy rubbed herself up against him.

"s-shit. i'm so hard for you," will moaned into her mouth.

"better do something about that, huh?"

the hockey player sat back on his heels as he unzipped his shorts, puling them and his underwear down in one go. his cock sprang up, the tip red and leaking some precum already. samy's mouth watered seeing her boyfriend's thick, throbbing cock before her.

"f-fuck," the blonde muttered as he pumped himself a few times. he leaned forward to fish out a condom from his nightstand, quickly breaking the wrapper and rolling it on.

"need to be inside you," he mumbled, eyes back on his girlfriend.

"want you to fuck me, will," samy begged a bit also eager for him to put it in.

will hovered over her again, lining himself up with her entrance. he slowly pushed in, ducking his head into the crook of her neck. they both moaned out at the first contact. the urge to cum already so strong.

"oh fuck, baby. you feel so good," will groaned, slowly rocking himself in and fighting all of his urges to just poud into her. he needed to be slow for her sake and not hurting her.

"yeah, baby. fuck, you're so big," samy moaned into his ear, her fingers scratching up his back as she let the pleasure overtake the slight pain since they hadn't done this in so long.

her walls sucked him in and he paused when he bottomed out to give the brunette a second to catch her breath. he kissed her lips, struggling to hold onto his self-control and not pound his hips.

"tell me i can move," the way she squeezed around him had his urge to cum slip fast.

"yes, move, please," samy nodded, so he started rocking his hips back and forth in a steady rhythm.

they moaned out as the pace continued building and will littered more kisses across her chest and lips. her tits pressed against his own chest again and will moaned at the feeling of her nipples rocking and bouncing against his skin with each trust.

"fuck, baby. oh—you feel so good—fuck," he wasn't gonna last. "you're squeezing me so good, practically sucking me in," the boy continued.

"feels so good, baby. shit. keep doing that," samy praised him as well, her grip getting harder on his biceps.

will was rocking his hips at a strong pace that moved the bed along with them. he was so glad no one was home right now or else he'd never be able to show his face ever again.

"mm, fuck yeah. oh, fuck yeah. you're gonna make me cum," will blabbered, the only thought in his mind was the one lyric and how he was quite literally on top of samy.

"cum for me will. wanna cum with you," samy got out.

little beads of sweat began building between their bodies and will directed his gaze to where he disappeared in and out of her. the way she sucked him so tight was gonna send the boy over the edge as his self-control slipped away.

"fuck. fuck. i'm gonna cum..i-i'm gonna fucking cum. please say you're close," the blonde cried, his hips now practically pounding into her even though he told himself to take it easy.

"i'm so close, baby. so close."

he felt her clenching around his length which meant she was about to cum. will thrusted a bit harder, hoping to push her over the edge for a second time. she buried her head into the pillow, her chest risng again to push against will's. he groaned, mesmerized with the way her tits bounced back and forth with each snap of his hips.

the sensation sent samy over the edge. she moaned loudly, releasing around will's throbbing cock that had been waiting for her to go first. the tight clench and squeeze sent the blonde over the edge too. he snapped his hips one last time into her, releasing into the condom with a moan.

"ah, fuckkk baby. jesus christ. fhhuck," the blonde's hips twitched, his sweaty body collapsing onto hers as he spilled all of his cum into the condom.

samy dragged her hand through his curls, grinning while peppering kisses across his face. "so good, will. did so good."

"fucking love you so much. we should put that song on more often," will smirked, placing his own soft kisses across her face.

he slowly pulled out, pealing the condom off and running it to the bathroom. he came back with a towel to clean up the rest of their mess. samy watched lovingly as her boyfriend cleaned her up before snuggling into her side for a moment.

"too bad i can't leave any bites on you," samy hummed when she saw how bare will's neck and chest looked compared to hers. they didn't want to risk fans seeing the marks during the season.

"you still can lower than my shoulders," the blonde smirked.

the brunette hated not returning the favor, so she pushed will onto his back and dipped her head below her shoulders which definitely resulted in will getting hard again and a second round.

———SMUT ENDS HERE———

on the last night samy was there, will planned a fancy date night at one of the restaurants downtown. she wore the dress she just bought and it was a miracle they even left the house because when will saw her come out of the bathroom, let's just say his mind ran wild again.

the atmosphere was definitely very high end and it felt like they were amongst the rich people who lived in the area on a saturday night out.

"i'm glad you came out," will grinned.

"thanks for buying my ticket again. i really appreciate it," samy grinned back.

"there's a lot more where that came from," the girl rolled her eyes a bit at his words despite the smile still on her lips.

"i'd have you out here every weekend if i could, you know that," will swirled some of his drink around in the glass, a mix between a smile and smirk on his features.

"yeah, i know. i wish. i'll probably see you soon though. when are you guys playing detroit?"

"in a few weeks i think," the hockey player hummed, the schedule not on the top of his head.

"so you'll see me then and maybe by then i'll be able to actually play," the girl scoffed a bit, but will just shook his head.

"i know it sucks, but you've been doing really good. you're gonna be back on the field in no time," he grabbed her hand from across the table. the gesture made her blush.

"i know, i know. i guess i have to think of new hobbies or something," they shared a laugh.

after dinner, they walked around downtown some more just trying to take everything in and spend every second they could together before samy's flight back home tomrorow. granted, will was still going crazy over the maroon dress hugging all the right places on his girlfriend's body, especially because it was so boston college colors, so their walk around downtown didn't last for long.

will was impatient and quite literally eager to have his girlfriend one more time because she needed to leave. his lips were on hers when they made it into the parking garage and he was pushing her against the car.

he knew the house would be full when they got back, so will did the one thing he promised macklin he'd never do—have sex in his car.

it was the best sex will ever had in the car though.

—

they got to the airport close to 6 in the morning, even earlier than when morning practice started. samy's flight was at 9 though and she wanted to be there early, so will got himself up to drive her and macklin tagged along to say goodbye too.

the drop off line gave the three deja-vu as will parked to the side and got out to help with the luggage. macklin yawned, rubbing the sleep from his eye as he got out too.

the two boys stood in front of the entrance where samy was about to disappear into.

"alright, i'll go first since smitty will take decades to let you go," macklin took the lead by opening his arms. "it was good seeing you, hughesy. we'll see you super soon."

"it was soo good seeing you, mack. keep will in line for me, yeah?" the girl joked a bit, eyeing the blonde behind them who playfully rolled his eyes.

"obviously, i will," they laughed and then macklin pulled away.

samy's gaze fell to will's sad one. she opened his arms for him where he buried his face into the crook of her neck, squeezing her tightly. "i'm gonna miss you so much."

"me too, but you'll be michigan in just a few weeks," she tried looking on the positives for them or else will would just make it really sad.

"i know, but it seems so far away," the blonde frowned.

"it'll go fast, i promise. i love you," the youngest hughes pulled back to see will's pretty face. he smiled, breathing her in one last time.

"i love you, too baby. get back safe. text me when you land," he hummed and she nodded.

they hugged one last time before samy pulled back because if she didn't they'd never let go of each other. she waved to the boys before heading inside. they waved back, will blowing her kisses until they couldn't see her anymore and some car behind them honked to get moving.

"fuck off," will said as him and macklin climbed back in.

they were basically half-asleep still, so much that when the brunette got back into the passenger seat, he didn't realize how pushed back it was so he basically fell onto his back when he got in. it caught both of them off guard.

"what the fuck happened to this seat," macklin grumbled as he fixed it so it was more upright and not as pushed back.

the realization hit him faster than will remembered the reasoning and then macklin's jaw dropped open.

"HOLY SHIT! you fucked in here! oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," the younger brunette began freaking out and will internally face palmed.

"dude, chill. chill. i promise i cleaned everything," will tried calming his friend down.

"dude, i can't believe this. oh my god, that's fucking disgusting. you said you'd never fuck in here!" the boy exclaimed.

"we had no other options! i swear it's clean," will defended himself. macklin didn't have anything else to say except shaming his head and the car behind them honked it's horn again.

will quickly drove out of the line, suddenly embarrassed that he forgot to fix the seat. he also worried macklin actually was mad until the brunette asked:

"so on a scale of 1-10 how good was it?"

there it was. it wasn't even 7 in the morning yet.

"dude," will shook his head.

"what? i feel like i deserve to know after you betrayed me like that."

"it was actually really fucking good. 10 for sure," will gave in with his answer.

"you know what? hell yeah. high five me for that one," macklin held his hand up. the blonde smacked it, a content smile on his lips now.

"now drive fast so i can get out of this car and go back to bed."

[sleepynoons]

Maybe Then

Maybe when sufficient time has passed – anywhere between a few days and a couple of years –, if the two of you are still together, then you can ask.

nagumo yoichi x gn!reader, 18+

word count: 1,500+

cw: suggestive content (marking, hickeys), smoking, implied height difference,

notes: best read after this drabble - think of it kinda like a continuation? written with the same reader characterization. submission for this request. this is like 51% angst, 49% romantic, idfk. anyway, enjoy!!

YOU STARTLE awake. You sit up – shoulders tense, back rigid –, without the slightest bit of concern for the person sleeping next to you.

Wait, where is he –

You turn your head to the left, towards the glass door that opens to the condo's porch. And past the glass, you see the burning embers of a lit cigarette, just bright enough to silhouette the tattooed hand that holds the addiction in the air, away from a pair of drying, cold lips.

There's an unexpected cold draft settling over Tokyo, despite it being the beginning of summer.

You don't know if you should hurry to his side, or if you should leave him be. It can't hurt to do both, no?

As you pull on your oversized t-shirt, you peek over the ripped collar to continue observing Nagumo. His left hand, inked with the Greek alphabet, a section of the Golden Ratio, and other symbols, brings one end of the nicotine stick, and he takes a quick drag from it. His face seems to scrunch into a frown, though you're not sure. Even if it's imagined, you'd like to believe in the idea – it's amusing, funny, in alignment with the many unexpected sides to your boyfriend that you've only come to see in recent weeks.

You also put on a pair of sweat shorts. They're not yours. The fabric is worn yet comfortable, a perfect softness without a hint of lint. As you fumble with the drawstrings, Nagumo inhales once more, and blows out a cloud of smoke that he waves away into the atmosphere with his right hand, also tattooed with mathematical constructs and structures.

As you patter over to the door, a part of you already regrets disrupting the moment. It's not often that you see Nagumo like this – never this somber, in fact –, and while you're not fond of partaking in his vulnerability without his consent, it is refreshing to see him without his usual cheeky smile (which you deign to admit that you love more than you should).

You knock on the glass twice. He glances over at you, surprise coloring the dark in his pupils for a split second. He walks over, putting out the cigarette by smearing it against the metal railing of the porch, and opens the door.

It's cold – the gust of wind that filters in, even that boastful smile of his. But don't be mistaken – it's not cold, as in uninviting. It's simply… empty, from the absence of warmth.

"I'll go brush my teeth," he says, gravelly, raw. His voice is thin, worn – but not comforting, like the cotton of his clothes.

You don't know what to say, and he doesn't return your curiously concerned gaze for too long. He smooths a palm over your head as he shuffles past you and into the bedroom, and your eyes follow him until he closes the bathroom door behind himself.

His hands are freezing.

The splashing of water echoes from the glass, tile, and marble of the bathroom, and you make your way over, too, because you feel like you're obligated to watch him. To watch over Nagumo.

And that's a familiar idea. You're good at watching over things. Before you met him, you scrounged and scrutinized over every single coin and paper bill, punching away at the addition and subtraction symbols on your old-school calendar from the sixth grade as you calculated your bills and the remainder that you'll send to your family. And when you're home, you supervised your younger siblings as your parents worked from dawn to dusk, offering some attention before they're deprived of it all once you leave.

All of these things are long past burdensome. They're just routines in your life that you've long accepted and settled into, roles that you've come to recognize that no one else but you can fulfill.

So watching over Nagumo isn't a big deal. You'd even argue that it's necessary. After all, there are so many things about him that you don't know, all unpredictable variables that might ruin your relationship and, therefore, you.

But this, this time, this moment – you need to watch over him, because you need to take care of him. Because that's what loved ones do for each other. And you'd never lie to yourself about being in love with him.

Nagumo's hunched over the sink. His hair hangs over his face as he stares downwards, and he seems to be lost in thought. There are two tells for this: first is that his brushing is slow and lazy, and the second is that he doesn't acknowledge you as you pad over to where he stands.

It's only when you wrap your arms his torso, resting your forehead against his back, that he startles.

That's definitely never happened before. It's an amusing yet sobering thought.

"You can finish brushing," you mumble.

Your hug is awkward. One of your arms rests over his hip bone, and the other reaches up along his chest in an uncomfortable angle. You have to hold back an embarrassed huff, as the discomfort settles in with every passing moment. I should be better at this, you can't help but think. You're sure Nagumo knows that this position is not optimal, even if he makes no move to shrug you off.

Eventually, Nagumo stands back up. You take that as your cue to let go, but his hands – still freezing – wrap around your wrists and hold your arms in place.

You lean to the side, and see that Nagumo is staring at you through the mirror's reflection. It's your turn to jump a little, clearly caught off-guard. He's never looked at you like this before – no one has –, like you're something precious, someone he doesn't want to give up on.

Then, in quick movements, he spins around, pulls you up so that your chest is pressed against his, and carries you back to bed. Your head is spinning, and you choke at the tenderness underlying every one of his actions. But you don't say anything, only clinging onto the back of his t-shirt with clenched fists and closed eyes until he lays you down onto the mattress.

"Nagumo?"

He lies down, too. His head is level with the crook of your neck, and he slots his body into the natural spaces your figure makes. Naturally, his face is pressed against the tender skin of your neck, and his fingers have found solace in the soft touch of your body right underneath the hem of your shirt.

He breathes out. "You're warm."

You hum in agreement. You run your fingers through his tousled hair, letting your fingertips thread their way through the thick, straight strands and occasionally rub at his scalp.

Nagumo begins to kiss at your neck, as he grazes his lips and smooths over every spot with a quick lap of his tongue. You melt into him, too. Your hands grab onto the back of his head so that you can hold him closer, and you hook a leg over his waist, which he latches onto immediately, as one of his hands slides down the small of your back, the curve of your hip, to clutch at your thigh.

His kisses transform into more vigorous sucks, and with each tug of your skin into between his teeth, you keen forward and let a pitched whimper slip out of your pursed lips. Your bury your face into the crown of his head, breathing in the scent of your shared citrus shampoo and vanilla conditioner, and the possibility that you might be suffocating him almost goes ignored until Nagumo stops his love biting for a split second.

But just as you lean back to give him room for air, he tugs you back in.

"Don't." If his voice was thin before, it's now barely there. It sounds transient, fleeting; had you not heard, his words and their meaning would've disappeared into obscurity, never to be uttered again.

Don't what? Don't pull away? Don't stop him?

You exhale shakily. "Sorry, I wasn't trying to."

"It doesn't require you to try."

It's an accusation of a crime you haven't committed. You can't help but purse your lips, equal parts confusion and concern.

Your let your hands wander down to the broad expanse of his shoulders, rolling your knuckles over the top few knobs of his spine, before you splay them flat and hug him.

"Yoichi," you mutter, albeit a little sternly, "you're not being fair to me."

"I know."

Quiet moments ensue, during which neither of you talk or move. You can still smell the lingering scent of tobacco on his shirt, and his bangs tickle your collarbone, chest, the bite marks that he left behind.

You don't know who has hurt Nagumo and what they've done, but it's not your place to pry. Just as he doesn't ask about your poverty or self-deprivation, you won't with his history or pain. Most things in life, you've realized, cannot be healed without time and solitude.

At least Nagumo seems to be warming up, and that's more than anything you could ask for.

Maybe when sufficient time has passed – anytime between a few days and a couple of years –, if the two of you are still together, then you can ask. Maybe then, both of you can come clean without inhibition, without the selfish desire to defend yourselves.

[cuteandhughesy]

Love Is Not Dying╰┈➤ VD29

summary: hooking up with the hottest guy who think you’ve ever seen can’t go wrong…right?

[word count] 7.4k

warnings: NSFW! one night stand | drinking | brothers teammate (beniers! reader) | flirting | sexual and mature themes | kissing | smut | brief nipple play | fingering | oral (f receiving) | protected p in v intercourse | filthy sex bc vince just brings it out of me | read at your own discretion

a/n: formed from this request! thought i’d combine this idea with the very much high-demand need for vince dunn! so with that being said here’s so smut to satisfy your eyes on valentine’s day 💌🤭

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contrary to what movies, shows, books and anything and everything else tells you—moving to a new city is actually really refreshing. there's something about a fresh start that just feels so good. the delicious cafes, the smell of a new apartment, the new restaurants and people everywhere you turn...what's not to like?

seattle is your fresh start—your new city. a place where you can forget about your old life and asshole ex-boyfriend back in massachusetts. getting treated like the dirt on the bottom of a shoe and being cheated on for 2 and a half years really pushes you to get the hell away from hingham.

moving to seattle seemed like the most logical option considering it's where your younger brother lived—playing for the kraken like the ridiculously talented athlete he's always proven himself to be. hockey has never really been your thing though, regardless of matty's undying devotion. you prefer to cheer him on from your couch...with your dad texting you anytime matty scores. you didn't even know seattle had a nhl team until they drafted your brother.

your phone buzzes in your jacket pocket, vibrating the leather and tickling your skin.

little shit

hey. you're still coming over for breakfast tomorrow?

matty's text has you snickering, and you almost walk into a bike rack lining the sidewalk. you blink, a flush covering your cheeks.

y/n

planning on it. unless you've changed your mind and want to treat some random hookup to my well deserved time with you

the bag on your shoulder begins slipping, the faux leather providing the perfect slip and slide for the strap of your canvas tote. the last thing you need is to drop the grocery bag and shatter your eggs and spill the milk. then the whole trip out would be pointless.

matty can tell you're joking around, he knows you too well to assume otherwise. you have always been close, and because of the distance between states, you'd only been seeing one another at christmas and in the summer since 2021–when he was drafted. but now you're in seattle, and your younger brother is only a 10 minute drive from your new apartment.

you've only been here three days, and matty has been bugging you about having breakfast since the u-haul pulled into your complex. little bastard couldn't even help you unpack because of his strict schedule—two game day naps your ass.

little shit

I was going to ask if you wanted sweet or savoury—but maybe I should reconsider having you over if you'd be so inclined to think i'd cancel on my favourite sister

y/n

i'm your only sister

little shit

see you tomorrow 😌

you roll your eyes with nothing but fondness, shoving your phone in your pocket as you continue the walk back to your apartment. it doesn't take long until you're back home, unloading the small grocery haul from the strawberry printed tote bag.

your new job at seattle's biggest law firm—which you still can't believe hired you—started yesterday, and it's only been a day but you feel so welcomed and accepted already. it's another confirmation that you're meant to be in seattle. one of your new co-workers jasmine, a stunning woman with dark skin and chocolate eyes, invited you out to one of the local bars tonight.

you'd gotten the text on the way to the grocery store, as well as a follow up message that she and a few other employees wanted to get to know you better. ever the social butterfly you agreed easily—excitement flowing through your veins at the thought of letting loose, mingling and hopefully forming some friendships.

jasmine let you know that everyone was meeting at the bar around 8:30, and you were welcome to join them anytime then. you make yourself some dinner, a delicious saucy pasta that has you serving yourself a second bowl, before jumping into the shower.

you take your time in there, making sure your scalp is scrubbed, and your legs and underarms are shaved—you're not sure if you're going to wear a tank top, and you're going to be prepared. by the time you've blowed dried your hair into loose, bouncy curls, put on your usual dusting of makeup and decided what to wear—it's time to leave.

you order an uber as you're planning on having a couple drinks, and as you finish up with your shoes, the notification of your rides arrival lights up your phone. on the way to the bar you busy yourself with your phone—responding to emails and texts that you've been neglecting since getting to seattle. you even respond to matty's picture of waffle ingredients laid out on his counter, as well as his annoying message.

little shit

you never answered. so sweet it is 🖕🏽

y/n

if you think I wanted anything but sweet you're just stupid

little shit

ouch. i'm going to poison your breakfast

the uber comes to a rather rough stop against the curb, the middle aged man giving you a polite smile that also says hey, get out. i've got work to do.

you bid a thank you and step onto the sidewalk, the late october air nipping your skin despite it being a warmer evening. you run your hands through your hair to try and tame any frizzy fly aways that have sprouted in the uber, and make your way inside the cozy bar.

you're immediately enveloped in the atmosphere of what feels like a family owned bar—exposed brick and worn leather booths lining the walls, matching the scuffed floorboards under your feet. the lights are dim, giving that mysterious vibe that does nothing but intrigue you. it's cute and packed.

you should've expected it to be busy considering it's a friday night, but the amount of people lingering and mingling throughout the room is just baffling. you push up into your tip toes, searching through the sea of people to try and spot your co-workers. well, jasmine—because you're not sure who else is here.

jasmine finds you first, standing up at their claimed booth and waving. "y/n! we're over here."

you smile as your eyes connect, making your way through the crowd and dodging tipsy people as you walk towards the booth. "hey," you greet warmly, accepting the sweet hug jasmine offers. "this place is nice."

"and fucking packed." your other co-worker, a defense lawyer named brock, mumbles with a grin, taking a slow sip of his beer as he eyes you.

joseph, another lawyer stands from his spot on the outside of the booth, gesturing for you to slip in beside him. you smile politely, slipping your pea coat off and hanging it over your arm. "thanks."

"you look great." jasmine compliments warmly, twirling the mouthful of wine left in the bottom of her glass, creating a mini whirlpool. "seriously where'd you get that jacket—it's killer."

you grin, sliding the clothing item of jasmine's desire between your hip and the wall. your jewelry chimes together as you pick up the small drink menu. "it's from h&m, can you believe that."

she gasps, lips forming a small shocked but amused 'o'. "I wasn't aware of h&m's game."

you laugh, thumbing through the sheets of laminated card stock that display the assortment of different drinks. there's even some typical bar food listed like fries and wings—slathered in sauce and grease. joseph doesn't sit back down beside you, but instead jerks his thumb over his shoulder and in the direction of the bar. "anybody want a drink? i'm going up for another round."

"hit me." brock says deeply, finishing off the last swig of foamy beer in the bottom of his bottle. jasmine follows suit, asking for another mulberry wine with a exaggerated grin.

joseph looks at you expectantly, a playful quirk to his one dark eyebrow. "i'll have whatever whiskey they have, with some coke. diet please, joseph." you say confidently, closing the menu and slotting it back into the metal holder at the end of the table.

brock hums in what seems like approval, drumming his fingers on the slightly sticky table top. "you heard the lady, joey boy."

despite the almost arrogant attitude brock seems to have, he's actually really fucking nice—hell so is joseph, and jasmine even more so. you can't believe how lucky you've been at this job, and having three amazing people to work alongside you is a dream come true.

seattle already feels like home and you haven't even been here a week. you spend a good two hours laughing, chatting—and drinking—with your new friends, and everything in your little world flows easily.

it's almost 11:30 when you slurp up the last sip of watered down whiskey and coke concoction through one of those small black mixing straws. you pout with a tiny whine, dropping the glass back to the table. "i'm empty."

joseph snorts behind the rim of his bottle. "want another?"

"yeah," you huff. "but I'll get it—need to stretch my legs before I start to cramp." jasmine laughs playfully as joseph lets you slide out of the booth, stumbling slightly as your feet find the worn wood floorboards.

jasmine takes a slow gulp of her wine, eyes nothing but mischievous as she eyes you. "sure you just don't wanna get closer to that group of hotties over there? that one brunette can't stop checking you out."

your brows pull, as well as your smile. "where?" you ask wildly, looking over you shoulder to try and find this alleged group of men jasmine alludes to. you find them easily. theres 5 men, all broad and tall, sticking out like a sore thumb. there's one guy in particular—a stupidly good looking guy—who must've been watching you, because as soon as you catch his eyes, his head turns away faster than you can blink.

"don't look!" she scolds with a hushed tone, but her words have no bite against her amused expression.

"I don't care." you admit cheekily, pulling your gaze away from jasmine and back to the guys sitting on the opposite side of the busy bar. although now it's not as bustling, but still packed enough that you have to weave through bodies to get to the bar top.

the female bartender, probably around 50, looks at you flatly. but even with that deadpanned looks you can see a friendly glimmer in her eyes, and the subtle way her lip quirks upwards in a smile. "what can I get you honey?"

somebody on your left bumps into you, too distracted talking over her friends to pay attention to you. you sigh gently, but ignore it, giving the bartender your full attention. "whiskey and coke please. diet."

she lets out a half breath of laughter, grabbing one of the shallow glasses from underneath the counter. "got sick of your boyfriend coming up here?"

you're confused at first, but then the blonde bartenders brows flick towards, eyes darting back to your table—to joseph. "oh," you chime, "he's not my boyfriend but yeah, I was ready to get out of that booth and stretch my legs a little."

your eyes find her shiny gold name tag, 'marlene: owner.' you should've known this woman was important to this place, her energy is just that strong. marlene turns away from you, walking further down the bar is search of the whiskey she's been serving you all evening.

the bar has cleared a bit in the time she's gone, and the oblivious blonde who bumped you earlier and her group has gone back to the makeshift dance floor—but there's still enough of a crowd that if you look on either side of yourself, your eyes are landing on somebodies face or shoulder (depending on their height obviously).

marlene returns after a minute or two, sliding a perfectly made glass over to you—the diet coke bubbles, coming up and stinging your nose. "here you go baby."

"thanks," you grin, opening your small shoulder bag and digging through your various cards. "how much?"

"oh no," marlene snickers, pulling your attention back to her unreadable expression. "it's been paid for." before you have a chance to question what she means, marlene's hazy eyes flicker to the other side of the bar—where she was just making your drink. that's when you see him. the guy who you caught starring at you earlier. the mystery man isn't with his friends, but he's got three beers in his hands like he's been sent up to fetch them.

his cheeks are pink, skin pale. his broad shoulders are covering by a black fitted long sleeve, the material hugging his biceps and doing nothing to hide the ridges of muscles underneath his skin. the man's eyes dart up, finding you and marlene.

unlike before he holds your eye contact for a moment, tipping his head in a greeting and a small smile pulling at his plump limps. your brows raise in amusement before turning back to marlene. "i'm sure i'll see you again."

she snickers. "i'm sure you and him both will."

you take your drink before rounding to the other side of the long bar counter, pushing between bodies until your right next to the attractive mystery man. your chest smooshes against his bicep, and when your nipples catch wind of the contact against his hard muscles, they pinch and tighten.

he looks down at you curiously, but amused nonetheless—tongue darting out to swipe along his lower lip.

"so first was staring at me across the room, and then next was buying my drink..." you trail off lightly, eyes twinkling with playfulness as you pause in anticipation. "what's after that?"

he breathes a soft laugh, eyes quickly flickering away from you and across the bar. but just as fast, mystery man is looking back down at you. hoping to appear seductive, you slowly take your straw into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the mixing stick before taking a drink—hopefully you're tempting him.

he swallows thickly. "well maybe you'll find out once you finish your drink." his tone is teasing, and it shoots straight down to your core. you haven't even thought of a man sexually since breaking up with your boyfriend—and honestly even having sex with him didn't do anything for you.

you're touch starved, and so horny it's not even funny. so go forbid you start throbbing as soon as an attractive stranger buys you a drink and keeps eyeing your lips. sue you.

your brows raise, and before he can blink, you take your straw out of the glass, raising the rim to your lips and chugging the entire thing. once it's empty, you wipe your mouth and plop the mixing stick into the empty glass and put it back on the bar.

he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, and he can't help but eye the way your lips have been moistened by your drink—and maybe even taking a quick peek at your cleavage. he's stronger than no other man.

"alright," he smiles, tone full of appraisal and making your heart skip. "I'm vince." his hand justs out, and you take it, your small hand almost completely enclosed by his much larger palm.

"i'm y/n." you smile, and the sight has vince's breath hitching. suddenly he's completely forgotten that he's still waiting on jared's wine (his taste is too expensive for beer apparently), and when you ask him to dance with you, he quickly agrees, abandoning the beer bottles in the bar.

from your booth, your new co-workers watch you lead vince out into the crowd, both of you looking at one another with a look that just screams tension. joseph's brows raise, but an amused smile is on his face. "she's insane."

brock blows out some air. "she's hot."

"she's a baddie." jasmine corrects brock, elbowing him in the ribs as a warning for his behaviour. but he just snickers again, watching through lidded eyes as you vince begin moving with one another in a slow, steady motion—knowing grins on your faces as you whisper to one another about god knows what.

you love the way vince is touching you—grabbing you—like you're his. but it's also not possessive, and even though the way he's handling you is confident, you can feel an underlying shyness, or perhaps hesitation in this movements.

vince doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and he also doesn't want to come across awkward. it's not everyday he's out at the bars, dancing with strangers like this. a very beautiful stranger who makes his dick twitch in anticipation nonetheless.

you dance together for what feels like forever—but could honestly only be 10 minutes. every look vince sends your way, every lick along his bottom lip, every touch, breath, laugh, and whispered words has your stomach dropping and head spinning.

his voice isn't super deep, but it's got a certain rasp that has you hanging onto every word and question that passes through his tempting lips. between dancing with vince and going back up to the bar together for refills—marlene giving you that look everytime she spots you tucked under his arm—you learn quite a bit about the handsome stranger.

vince works in sports, but he didn't disclose his actual profession. it has your mind working overtime—is he a journalist? maybe a football star? does seattle have a basketball team? he's originally from a small town in canada, one that you've never heard of. his ideal vacation is somewhere tropical, his favourite food is italian and he's a boobs guy based on the fact he can't stop looking at yours.

thank the fashions gods for low cut shirts.

and it's not like he's been only letting you ask him questions. vince has been just as interested in asking you about your life (and squeezing your hips, but that's a whole another story). telling him about moving out to spend time with your younger brother and working at a high end law firm came easily, and the almost proud smile on vince's face made your decision feel validating.

which says something, because validation from a stranger is never something you've strived towards. vince doesn't feel like a stranger though, which is a shame because after tonight, chances are he will be.

a little while later jasmine is sliding up next to you and vince, her eyes narrowed playfully as she looks at the lack of space between the two of you. "hey," she starts, her grin growing. "we're hungry, thinking about getting pizza. you guys wanna come?"

a small gasp leaves you, and your eyes light up like fireflies. your drunk brain and empty stomach agree—pizza would be divine. "oh my god! yes."

jasmine cheers, lips tainted with her wine. "yay! okay i'll get your coat and we will meet you outside." her eyes dart to vince again, smiling increasing before she slips back through the crowd.

you take your lip between your teeth, but even that can't stop your smile from widening. your small hands wrap around vince's forearms, squeezing the muscles beneath your fingers as you blink up at him. "you coming? please come with me. we can share pizza lady and the tramp style."

he laughs, a real hearty laugh that comes from his stomach. his fingers slide up your back, passing over your bras straps. "how would that even work?"

you shrug. "I don't know but we can figure it out."

vince's eyes twinkle with something you don't recognize, and his lips quirk up higher in an amused grin. you blink up at him again, all doe eyes and babydoll like and he's nodding. "okay, let's go."

you grin triumphantly, and he lets you pull him through the crowd easily. there's something so sexy about it, especially when you know he could easily overpower you in any way—at any moment.

the chilly air nips at your bare arms, leaving a wake of goosebumps all over your skin. you curse three different swears, all of them blending together to create one big fuck fest. vince snickers, rubbing his hands over your arms in attempt to warm you up. he's so hot you're pretty sure your underwear are soaked with arousal.

when joseph passes you your coat, vince takes it from your co-worker with a nod, and then he helps you slip it on. you're seriously going to die before getting pizza.

the walk isn't more than 10 minutes, and you can smell the tomato sauce and warm dough as you approach the building, lit up by neon signs. inside is busy, mostly drunk college kids. vince keeps you close, and arm around your waist between you and your coat like he's from a damn rom com. "what are wanting?" he asks you softly, leaning down so he's whispering in your ear.

you hum pleasantly. "just cheese."

joseph gets garlic bread for himself, and he threatens if anyone tries to steal a bite he'll walk them over the head with the red plastic basket. jasmine and brock get a deep dish pizza to share, loaded with vegetables and pepperoni, while you and vince get your cheese pizza. and yes, he pays for not only your order, but your co-workers orders too.

you might be in love and you might have to keep him forever.

because it's busy, the seating options are a little sparse, and you won't be able to all sit together. your co-workers get a table meant for two, but steal a spare chair from a friendly group of frat guys and make it a table for three. you and vince find a spot at the counter, two available stools in the corner against the wall—next to the neon outline of pizza slice.

your so squished in there that you're overlapping with vince, and your leg might as well be draped over his spread, huge thighs. you take an unattractive bite of your slice, and groan happily.

vince smiles, chewing his own bite of pizza as you watches you with amusement. "good?"

you nod. "so good." you finish off the slice before speaking again, sucking your thumb into your mouth to taste the pizza grease. "what's your favourite disney movie?"

he's almost at the crust of his second slice of pizza. vince hums between bites, brows pulled in concentration as he thinks of an answer. "sleeping beauty."

your lips quirks. "really?" he nods. "you kind of remind me of prince phillip you know, all sexy and tall." you admit shamelessly, picking up another slice and biting the into crust first.

vince blushes, but doesn't look embarrassed. "you think i'm sexy?" he questions, dusting his hands off against his thighs. you watch his fingers as they run over his legs, and when he catches you staring, vince's smirk widens.

"yeah, I do."

his tongue swipes along his bottom lip, and he leans closer to you by an inch or two. "I think you're really sexy." vince says, voice all low and hushed like he doesn't want anyone to overhear. nobody could even if they wanted to, the array of loud voices and charli xcx playing over the speakers is too loud.

you take your lip into your mouth as you smirk. you decide to tease him, "does that though have anything to do with my cleavage?"

vince's eyes twinkle again. he holds your gaze, and his brows pull together the smallest amount—smirk never wavering. "part of it, yeah." to accentuate his point, vince's gaze flickers to your boobs for a moment, and then finds your warm face again.

your cross your legs to try and relive some of the throbbing pressure in your corse.  "perv. eat your pizza." you send him a teasing glare and smile before you take a bite of your slice in an attempt to try and not jump his bones in front of everyone. vince's eyes linger on you for a long moment but eventually he does what he's told, picking up a slice and taking a huge bite.

a moment passes, and he swallows. "you always this curious?" it's not accusatory, but instead curious. vince waits for your response, wiping his mouth with a logo branded napkin before balling it up and setting it on the nearly empty pizza stone.

"always," you nod. "you can learn so much about a person when you ask them questions—questions that aren't informative but rather fun and silly. like the disney movie one."

he hums. "so what have you learned about me from my disney answer?"

you purse your lips in thought, dropping the rest of your slice back down to the stone. you ponder for a moment as you try and find the words. your eyes flicker over his, and you lean in close, your leg pushing against his. "I think that you're a bit of a hopeless romantic, even though you'd never admit it. you're a bit shy, but you love meeting new people. you'd do anything for the people you love—even if that means pricking yourself on a cursed needle."

vince nods, a deep sound rattling in his throat as he looks at you. without realizing it, he's leaned in closer to you, and if you wanted to, you could brush the tips of your noses together. he takes his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down on the skin as his gaze darts over your face. "interesting."

your quirk a brow. "am I right?"

he releases his lip with a gentle pop, gaze never once wandering from your warm, beautiful face. vince swallows, "yeah. you're right."

you cheer and that has vince's fond smile widening. he has to ignore the way your small, painted fingers absentmindedly run over his jean covered knee or else he'll have no choice but to take your clothes off and fuck you on the counter.

vince blinks the dirty thought out of his mind. "ask me another question. I like when you're talking."

a beat passes before your eyes glaze over with lust. you put your hands on the top of his thigh for leverage as you lean into his space, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you speak. "are you gunna to fuck me tonight?"

his body tenses, you can feel it under your palms. you grin in satisfaction, pulling back just enough so your eyes lock. vince's hand slides over the side of your face, fingers threading through your hair as he holds you. before he can talk himself out of it, he leans in and kisses you.

it's chaste and experimental like he's testing the waters and giving you the opportunity to stop him. but you don't want him to stop, your earlier words doing enough to prove that. you kiss him again, a more firm pressure that last 5 seconds. he taste like pizza and beer, and you can't get enough.

and then vince kisses you for a third time, his lips slotting between yours in a proper, hotter embrace that has your toes curling in your shoes and belly swooping. mindful of the public space, he releases your mouth after merely 15 seconds, resting his forehead on yours as you both breathe heavily. "I want to ruin you."

"ruin me." you whisper, pressing one more kiss to his glistening lips. "let's get out of here." you breathe against him, sliding off your stool and standing between his spread thighs.

the taxi ride back to your place is excruciating. you can't keeps your hands off one another—subtle squeezes and trailing fingers over sensitive areas. vince kisses your neck in open mouthed, hot intervals, and each time you moan—which makes him snicker against your skin.

the taxi driver keeps sending you looks through the rearview, but you don't even care.

as soon as you're in the elevator, vince's lips are on yours—capturing them in a breath taking kiss that has you tingling. your hands rake over his strong chest, feeling up his muscles underneath his black long sleeve.

he shudders at the feeling, but his kiss doesn't waver. vince has one hand tucked in your hair, scratching at your scalp soothingly while his other hand squeezes handfuls of your ass—the combination the perfect mix of soft and rough.

"I need you." you whimper against his lips. vince sighs deeply, pushing his bulge against your lower belly—he doesn't have to repeat your words. he doesn't need to in order for you to know it's reciprocated.

the elevator dings, and the heavy doors slide open. your grin, pulling away from vince and taking ahold of his hands. you pull him down the hallway quickly, stealing flirtatious glances over your shoulder. as your hands begin unlocking the door, vince smacks your ass firmly before giving it another hard squeeze.

he leans into your back. "you're so fucking pretty." vince presses a kiss to the junction of your neck, and it has you faltering, eyes fluttering closed and a sigh leaving your puffy lips.

thankfully vince pushes the door open further and saves you from having to move. he uses his hips to shuffle you into your own apartment, never stopping the suckling against your neck as he gently kicks the door closed.

his hands are all over you again, squeezing your hips and running up your belly until his thumbs brush the underside of your boobs. he repeats the motions until your withering, wordlessly begging for more. vince pushes you to the wall, and you shiver when the cold surface touches your chest—nipples pinching under your top.

vince slips off your coat, and his lips trial after it—down your shoulder and towards your elbow. your gasp lightly, looking down over your shoulder with hooded eyes as he removes your jacket, throwing it towards your couch. his eyes flicker up towards yours. "wanna taste you. you gunna let me taste you, baby?"

"yeah," you whine, fingers flexing against the wall. "please...please."

vince smirks and doesn't make you wait, dropping to his knees before his hands trail up the backs of your thighs, rounding over your ass and hooking into the waist pants of your pants. he roughly yanks them down, exposing your skimpy underwear and sticky arousal.

you thank god for choosing sexy underwear tonight.

he groans, palming your ass and exposing your core further, which is barley covered by the fabric anyways. vince nips the skin of your ass, before smoothing the sting with a open mouthed kiss. "fucking god, y/n."

you moan, pushing your hips back as you search for some much needed friction. vince is in a trance, fingers squeezing your thighs and ass as he admires your pussy. there's really no reason for your underwear at this point, he thinks, because there's not enough fabric to cover half of your pussy, never mind all of it.

you're glistening, practically dripping. you can feel vince lean in closer, breath fanning over your slick folds. he nudges your spread thighs further apart, hooking his index finger into the crotch of your lacy paintes and yanking them to the side.

vince licks his lips. "so messy and pretty." he doesn't waste anymore time, and he dives in, licking a wide strip from your clit and back to your leaking entrance.

"oh god." you sigh shakily, eyes fluttering once again at the feeling of vince's mouth on your needy heat. vince has the perfect combination of sucking, licking and kissing that has your knees going weak. "you're so good at this...holy fuck."

vince smirks against you and then sucks your clit perfectly, his nose running along your entrance perfectly. "never tasted something this good."

you gasp, one of your hands leaving the wall and reaching behind you, threading your fingers through vince's thick brown hair. "i'm close." you admit breathily, squeezing his roots in an attempt to keep him close.

vince hums, but much to your dismay he pulls away from you, leaving your pussy to throb and flutter around nothing—searching for more. you pout, but the sight of your arousal soaking vince's lips and chin has you moaning again.

vince smacks your ass as he gets off the floor, flipping you around to face him.

"why'd you stop?" you pout, pushing your boobs against his chest, fingers relaxing over his biceps teasingly.

he smirks. "relax, you'll get it again." vince kisses you again, and you can taste yourself when he slips his tongue into your mouth. the next few moments are a flurry of hurried movements. you pulling off vince's shirt and unbuckling his leather belt—vince practically ripping your tank top off and exposing your tight nipples and heavy tits.

his calloused palms slide up your ribs and cup your tits, giving them a quick squeeze. your head falls back against the wall as vince's thumbs swipe over your nipples, a back and forth motion that has them getting impossibly harder.

"your place is nice." he says lowly. his casual scentence is contradictory to his actions—pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger.

you mewl, arching into his touch desperately. "thanks...ugh-lots of..mhmm. lots of places to fuck me on." your words are broken by your own moans and sighs of pleasure. it's kind of pathetic but vince thinks there's nothing hotter.

he face dips down to your chest, inclosing his warm mouth on your nipple—tongue swirling and prodding the bud like it's his profession. your hands are in his hair again, carding through the locks and tugging when he sucks just right.

vince switches to your other nipple. "where do you want me to fuck you?" he asks before taking you into his mouth, repeating his movements on your nipple while he palms your now unattended one.

you lick along your bottom lip and watch through lidded eyes as vince sucks your tits. you're pretty sure your arousal is leaking onto the floor and puddling between your heels. "you could take me on the floor and I'd be happy."

he releases your nipple with a quiet pop. "don't say that....because I will."

you grin softly, bringing his face back to yours for another kiss. vince's hands slide up the backs of your thighs, and then in one quick movement he's hauling you off the ground, wrapping your legs around his hips.

you gasp lightly against his lips, your soaking core bumping his lower stomach and sliding over his defined v-line. vince doesn't stop kissing you, walking you over to the new couch in your makeshift living room. there's still a few boxes pilled on top of your coffee table, and there's loose clothes thrown over the back of the chair from when you'd been sorting through suitcases earlier.

the room is casted in the moonlights glow and the warm light under your microwave. it makes everything feel soft—makes it feel private and hot. vince drops you against the plush cushions, and you squeal happily.

vince smirks, "how's the couch?"

you take your bottom lip into your mouth, watching with lustful eyes as he begins undoing his button, tugging down his zipper and releasing some of the confinement against his hard bulge. "it's perfect."

his brow quirks up in amusement. "perfect huh?" vince asks, pulling of his jeans completely. he retrieves his wallet from his back pocket before throwing the pants behind him—making you giggle.

you hum in response as vince pulls out a square foil package from his wallet. a condom.

he smirks, leaning over your body. "wanna know what else is perfect?" vince asks lowly. your mouth opens as a quick breath leaves you, but vince isn't actually waiting for a response. two of his long, thick fingers trace over your collarbone and brush against your pulse point. "your skin is perfect."

then those two fingers flow down to your sternum and tease around your breasts—tracing over your nipples with just enough pressure to have you whining. "and these tits." vince trails down to your belly, passing over your hip bones. "and these hips." next is your core, his fingers slipping through your wet folds. "and god this pussy is perfect."

and with the cherry on top, vince slips the same two fingers he's been running along your body into your entrance. the squelch your walls make sound his fingers is intoxicating, and you practically scream out. "tell me what feels good baby." he tells you, eyes reluctantly leaving your pussy where you take his pumping fingers, and flickering to your warm face.

you begin babbling, making a mess around his hand— dripping off his fingers as he continues to thrust into you. "god," you let out a sharp gasp, walls squeezing his fingers and stopping him momentarily. "this...your fingers feel really good."

vince smirks, and he thrusts his fingers into you a few more times—each time rougher than the last. he feels like he's going to combust with the sight of you under him, withering and whining like you've never been touched like this…maybe you haven't been touched like this before. pride swells in his chest at the thought.

vince’s impossibly hard cock twitches uncomfortably in his boxers—if he doesn't get inside you soon he's going to die. in a fluid motion, he is pulling his fingers out of your warmth.

you mewl in protest, but vince is too busy ripping open the condom package and then pulling himself from his underwear to hear your cry. his dick hears the sound though, and it throbs—ready.

vince rolls the latex on expertly, and he lines his red tip up with your slippery entrance. your hips shift, and his head slips inside your entrance—both of your groaning loudly at the feeling.

vince pulls back out, and a devilish smirk grows on his face as you huff all horny and frustrated. "what happened to the shy vince from earlier?" your tone is slightly whiny, but he can tell you're teasing him—your small hands wrapping around his ribs and torso.

"he's not feeling so shy with your pretty face under him." with that, vince pushes his cock into you. the stretch is heavenly, and your walls mold against him like second nature. you moan, nails digging into his pale skin as he comes to a hilt—balls resting against your ass and tip brushing your cervix.

"that okay?" he asks you breathlessly—dazed eyes flickering over your blotchy skin and puffy, parted lips. he can't help but let his gaze fall between your bodies, right down to where you're connected. vince's hips jerk involuntarily at the sight of your creamy walls holding him in, and you whine pathetically at the feeling.

"so good, vince. oh my god." you probably look like a pornstar on your couch right now. vince buried into your dripping entrance with your legs spread wide, heels still on because you'd been too horny to remember to take them off. but as vince begins rolling his hips into you, all thoughts die out, and you can only focus on him.

his pace picks up quickly, much to your satisfaction, pounding you into the couch like he knows nothing else but your pussy. vince's breath fans over your neck and ear, sending shivers down your spine as you hold onto him.

"fuuuccckk, that's—yeah that's good baby." vince groans deeply, hips snapping against yours loudly, the sound echoing in your otherwise quite apartment. "that's right, taking me so well."

his cock rams into you quickly and perfectly, ilicting another round of ridiculously loud moans from you. you're too wound up to even respond properly, your words coming out in a jumbled string of curses and groans. the couch squeaks under his unfaltering thrusts.

your eyes pinch shut, and the grip on vince tightens as your walls begin to flutter—an all too familiar pattern as you near a desperately needed orgasm. "please." you whine breathlessly. you don't even know what you're asking him for, but it doesn't matter—not to you and not to vince.

his thrusts don't stop or slow, his balls smacking your ass as he continues to pound you into the cushions. vince curses, pushing one of your legs against your chest to open your pussy up even further. "you gunna cum, y/n?"

you nod quickly, your head pushing further back into the couch pillows as your walls clamp down on his cock. "yeah! oh my fuck, yes. i'm cumming."

vince hisses at the feeling of your release— gooey, warm walls squeezing and fluttering over his length. "holy fucking—ugh." it has vince following suit, stilling as he groans into your neck and shooting his sticky load into the latex protection.

it could be 2 minutes or 15–you're not sure—but vince's body is so heavy and warm on top of you that it has your eyes closing. he presses a kiss to your jawline, lifting himself off you. "you okay?"

you nod sleepy, a lazy grin on your glistening lips. "mhmmm. i'm tired now."

vince chuckles, pulling out of your spent pussy. you whine for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, watching through tired eyes as vince ties off the used condom, padding into your kitchen and tossing the latex in your garbage. he tucks himself pack into his boxers as he gets back onto the couch—kneeling between your legs and slipping of your heels.

you wrap your arms over his shoulders, and he kisses you. this kiss is different—softer and sweeter, but just as good as all the others you've shared tonight. you pull away, "stay the night."

he grins, "i'll stay as long as you want me too."

he's so fucking cute, you think blissfully.

vince pulls the throw blanket off the back of your couch, tossing it over both of your bodies as he tucks himself behind you on the couch. his torso is warm and wide against your back—it's so comfortable and soft, and your eyes begin closing soon after.

—

your phone is ringing.

that's the first thing you register as your eyes flutter open. you squint at the harsh morning light streaming through your windows, looking around for the pesty ringing device to silence it.

behind you, vince's arm tightens around your waist, his semi-hard cock rolling against your bare ass instinctively. memories of the night before flood your mind, and you feel hot all over again.

he groans, tucking his head into your shoulder.

your phone is still ringing. you sigh, locating it on the floor beside the coffee table. you pick it up, and your eyes widen at your brothers contact photo lighting up your screen—it's some goofy .5 picture you took of him at christmas. you were supposed to be at his place for breakfast 10 minutes ago.

"shit!" you curse.

vince's eyes flicker open at your panicked tone, and he catches sight of the incoming call before you answer it—jumping off the couch, stark naked and nearly tripping over your heels as you dart into your bedroom.

you throw on the first thing you can find as matty's voice filters through your speakers. "did you fall off a cliff on the way here?"

"I overslept," you say, dragging your ratty hairbrush through your sex messy hair. it gets caught on at angle and you wince. "i'm just about to leave."

matty says something else that sounds like see you soon, but you're too distracted by everything to hear him properly. you hang up the phone with a rushed goodbye, shoving it into the pocket of your jeans. you spray an unhealthy amount of body spray over your clothes and hair, hopefully masking the scent of sex.

you dart back out into the living room. "i'm so sorry, I have to meet my brother for—why do you look like you're about to puke?"

vince is sitting up, posture ridged. his complexion in pale, more so than usual, and he's got his hands cupped over his mouth in a prayer like position. "he's your brother?"

your brows furrow in confusion. "yeah, i'm supposed to meet him for breakfast." the look on vince’s face contorts into what looks like pain, and it has you faltering, stomach dropping to your ass. "why?"

vince's eyes flicker to yours, and he drops his hands from his face. "we play hockey together. i'm matty's roommate."

for fucks sake.

[spaceprincess04]

Just a lil sun from my drafts… this is like a year and a half old, but enjoy!

It’s day three of the press tour and you’re learning more and more about your co-workers, outside of what you’d usually chat about on set. You’re now at the Vanity Fair interview where you literally have to play a guessing game with two of your co-stars about their personal lives.

“What’s a fun fact about me? I guess there’s not just one answer to this, so answer this one freely?” Michael reads the card he pulled aloud.

“Oh, easy. You love basketball.” Jonathan eagerly answers.

Michael nods, “very true. More so when I was younger, cause I liked to play a lot. I still love to watch though.”

“You only have one tattoo. Makeup crew always covers it for films, of course, but it’s hella cool.” I answer when my turn comes around.

“Yep. I have the outline of Africa and the eye of Horus tatted on my left shoulder.” He Winked, which was very unnecessary if you ask me.

“Of course she would know that.” Jonathan gave me a pointed look. This man always accuses Michael and I of having a crush on each other.

“Well I find it to be a form of method acting, staring at Michael's shoulders. It’s very crucial part of playing Bianca.” It’s my turn to wink at the camera. The fans are going to have a field day with that clip, I can just see the edits already.

“Anywassss! If I were a drink, what would I be? Wait, regular drink or spirits?” You look past the camera, asking the interviewer.

“Either or” she answers.

“Let’s do spirits.” Your costar Jonathan helps you decide.

“Cool, okay. I’ll write my answer now so you guys can guess..”You finish dragging your sharpee along the piece of paper the crew provided you with.

“Coffee martini? I don’t know, Just kinda seems like your vibe.” Jonathan answers with uncertainty.

“You know, I’ve never had one. It’s crazy because i loooovvveee coffee, which Jonathan knows. I’ve just never been brave enough to mix coffee and alcohol.” You shrug. “So, no. That’s not the answer I wrote.” You laugh, patting Jonathan on the arm.

“Awe, man.” He replies and puts his head down in mock shame.

“She grew up around southern folks, so i’ma go with whiskey.” Michael answers.

“You, you are correct. I’d be a glass of Maker’s, neat.”

“Oh, yeah?” Mike responds.

I smirk at the camera before bursting into laughter. “Please don’t take me seriously, y’all. I cannot be serious for very long. Who’s turn is it next?”

“That would be me. This one’s easy, what do I take with me everywhere?” Jonathan takes a couple seconds to write.

“Your cute little cup, of course.” You make a tea drinking jester with your pinky out.

“I do not drink like that, but yes I always have a mug with me. I have about.. three? in rotation.”

“You definitely do drink like that.” You pretend to whisper to him.

“Yeah your mug and your speaker for sure.” Mike nods.

“Yes, the speaker was second on the list.” Jonathan reveals his paper.

“Alright, last one.” Michael pulls the last card. “Aside from acting, what is my other talent?”

“Trick question? Directing?” Jonathan questions.

“Tap dancing? No, I’m kidding.” I ponder over what his hidden talent could be.

“Oh wait, are you gonna say basketball?” Jonathan slaps his knee, clapping and laughing as he looks away.

“You’re a piece of shit.” Michael responds in between laughs.

“Ummmm” you drag out my response, trying to create more time to think.

“Damn, do y’all know me?” He turns his card around and it reads ‘cooking’

“I don’t, I need you to make a meal for us to refresh our memories.” You point in between Jonathan and yourself.

“Ooooh, yeah. No, no, I knew that.” Jonathan rubs his eyebrow.

“What? Yes guys, I cook all my food. When I’m bulking, I get the meal plan from the nutritionist and do the cooking.” He speaks into the camera.

“No way. What can you cook? Chicken and Broccoli?” you cracked yourself up, squeezing your sides from laughter and everything.

“Wow, I really am going to have to cook for you now. You’re doubting me?”

“I believe my brother. If he says he can cook, he can probably cook.” Jonathan joins in the banter.

“Alright. Y’all name it, I’ll cook it at the crib TONIGHT! Y’all not gone play with me like this.” He’s dead ass serious right now.

“Okay then, do a seafood boil.” You raise a brow at him to see if he’s bluffing or not.

“Bet.”

“Okay, we’ll see. That shit better not be nasty, Mike.” I’m still laughing when I tap Jonathan. “Watch us pull up and his chef is leaving at the same time.”

“You can watch me cook it if you want to stay that long. I’ll even film it for y’all.”

“No, you’re good. We believe you, bro.” Jonathan straightens his face into a more serious expression.

“What time will I see y’all then?”

“You’ll see y/n whenever she’s free.” Jonathan pats your shoulder.

“What? Why can’t you be there? I’m not going through this alone. I’m scared, guys.” Your eyes widened in the lense of the camera, as if the fans could see me live and come to your rescue.

“I have a thing.” Jonathan tucks his lips, trying to hide the taunting expression.

“That’s bull. what thing do you have?”

“I already made the commitment to myself. I gotta do my post press-tour self care routine. Self care is very important, to all my fellas out there. Bubble baths, face masks, and whatnot.”

“Oh booo! Forget you and your pink bathrobe.” You scoff.

“How do you know what color his robe is?” Michael’s eyebrows knit together followed by the straightening of his spine. You can hear some of the camera crew snickering in the back.

“I don’t, I was made the joke from that one magazine cover he did.” You shrug, not quite noticing the change in the man’s body language.

“I’m appalled. My bathrobe is actually red. My favorite color, in case y’all were wondering. Sorry bro, I can’t make it tonight. You’ll have to let me know in the group chat how it was, y/n.”

“Yeah yeah whatever, sassy man. I’ll be there sometime after 7, Mike. Oh, and another fun fact about me is,” you turn your attention back to the camera “ I can’t eat seafood in nice clothes. I will be pulling up in my non-interview clothes.”

When it’s time to close out the video everyone does their outro. “Welp, looks like I don’t know Michael B Jordan very well. Thanks for tuning in, be sure to check out Creed III in theaters.”

…

You finished your interviews for the day that you had with other cast members and went home to shower, relax and reset. Then, you remembered you had one more thing to do.

It’s half past seven when you pull up to Michael's place

in a ‘I heart dilfs’ baby tee, comfy shorts, and some pink hello kitty bling flip flops.

No later than ten seconds after the doorbell rang, your handsome co-star himself opens the door to greet you with a smile. “Y/n” he steps to the side, allowing you to walk in and closing the door behind you.

“You look cozy.” You comment, pointing to his basketball shorts and wife beater. “Nice shoes” you knew he was a sneakerhead, those retro ones are dope and hard to get.

“Ah, thanks. I was just tryna keep up with you.” He refers to your earlier comment made at the interview about how you dress when eating seafood. “‘I love Dilfs’, huh?” He smirks at your shirt.

“Yup, that includes Amara’s dad.” You wink in his direction

A hand meets the small of your back as he guides you to the kitchen. “Aight, this is what I got. I’m finishing up right now, so don’t try and say I ain’t cook this shit.” He warns.

“Ouuu, it smells good in here. I’m not gone lie, I’m kinda excited.” Your mouth is in the verge of salivating.

Michael takes the last of what he’s frying off of the stove and turns the fire off. “Okay, so we got crab of course, with the potatoes, corn, and sausage in it. We also got garlic noodles and fried butterfly shrimp on the side.”

He fixes a big hefty ass plate and walks over to the table. “This is for me or you?” You quirk your brows.

“Girl, sit down.” He laughs, scooting your chair out for you to sit at this huge glass table.

“What do you want to drink?” He asks walking back to the kitchen.

“Water is good, thank you.”

“Oh, I got some of those food gloves and bibs. I know you got your nails done and shit.” He chuckles, handing them to you.

“Oh, thank you!”

When he’s brought drinks for the two of you, y’all settle at the table and you prepare to eat your words as well as his food because it smells good. You just know you won’t be able to trash it.

“Damn man, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to shit talk you anymore. Let me just get into it. You, Jonathan, and the whole vanity fair crew are anticipating my reaction.” You crack open a crab leg, dip the meat into the sauce and pop it in your mouth.

His gaze is fixated on you. He hasn’t moved his fork not once, too excited to know what you think.

“It’s fire, sheesh.” You smile, cracking your next piece and dipping into the sauce.

“You and Jonathan had me messed up, I had to come correct.”

“Your place is nice. This is very Aquarian male of you. Modern as fuck, cool art but not so many momentos.”

“Yeah, when my parents moved out I kinda just re-did the decorating myself.” He shrugs. “Are you busy after dinner?”

“I was just gonna go back home. Why, what’d you have in mind?”

“Maybe a movie?” He leaves space in the air for you to answer, not completely sure if you were down to stick around for longer than what you’d agreed to earlier in the day.

“That sounds good, what do you have in mind? I’m only staying if it’s Sci-fi or Anime. I can’t do that rom com shit tonight.”

“So you didn’t watch ‘A Journal To Jordan?’ I thought we supported each other.” He pretends to be hurt. “But nah. I definitely was thinking the same thing to be honest.”

“You know I did.” You side eye him. “Ouu, should we watch those old ass reruns of Star Trek?”

“Hell yeah.”

We clean up the table and do the dishes together, he washes and you put them on the drying rack because he says that’s all you’re allowed to do. You like that he doesn’t have maids and cleaners at all times to do every single thing for him. Yes, he’s a well paid celebrity and can do that now but it’s refreshing to be around people who don’t move like that. You’re the same way, you do your own shit when I’m home and have the time.

“I’m not a huge wine drinker, but someone gifted me this Pinot Grigio. If you want, we can crack it open. My mom gave me this wine rack when she moved, she said it makes the kitchen look classier. As you can see there’s only one bottle in here.”He playfully shakes his head, grabbing a bottle.

“Oh wow, Mr. Jordan. Are you encouraging me to drink and drive?” You falsely gasp.

“My fault, I didn’t even think about that. Most people don’t drive themselves in LA.”

“No, you’re good. I’m just giving you a hard time.”

“I can take you home, or call a driver, or you can stay here if you want.. there’s guest rooms for you to choose from if you.” He clears his throat after the last sentence, realizing how it might have sounded and not wanting to insinuate something.

“It’s cool, we’ll figure it out. I will have a drink with you, though.. or a few. You know, wine goes fast.”

He smiles, your joke lightening the air. He’s focused on getting the cork out of the bottle, his muscles flexing ever so slightly and you can’t help but to look. “Ah, there we go.” He reaches into his cabinets to grab two glasses, pours yours and hands it to you before pouring his own and leading you a living room area with his glass and the bottle in hand.

The two of you are a whole glass in, and have completely forgotten about the show playing on the tv as it’s just become background noise to your conversation. Michael sitting on the other side of you. You’re so comfortable. You're against the arm of the sofa, legs crossed and laid out over the pillowy cushions.

“Why did you have to be such an overachiever? Not only is the item I requested perfect, you had to go and make some good ass sides too? Sick. It’s that damn Virgo rising.”

He chuckles and refills your glasses. “Well, thank you. I remember you telling me about my chart and how you’re into astrology, but I don’t really know much else about it. Can you tell me?” He picks up your legs, settles them onto his lap and starts working on massaging one of your feet. “This is a cute color.” He rubs your sparkly peridot painted toes. You never try anything outside of white, he must’ve noticed the difference.

You could moan, right now. This is the most orgasmic feeling you’ve had all month. With the stressful ass press tour, working all day and barely having the time to fucking chill. For you, this felt like heaven. It didn’t hurt that your fine ass, hubby material co-worker was the cause of it all.

“Awe, thank you. I- I um, found your chart online that day we were talking about it in your trailer and I remembered your big three. You’re an Aquarius sun, Virgo rising, cancer moon. I think that you being an Aquarius sun makes you inclined to live and do shit in more of an unconventional way that fits you perfectly, and it makes you iconic, to be honest. Virgos are like the perfectionists of the zodiac, the true performers and artists, they have such a meticulous eye for perfection in regards to what they do. Part of why you and Jonathan are some damn good actors, attention to detail n allat. That could also be why you both get along so well, but that’s a whole other thing called synastry where you'd compare your chart to other peoples and see how your relationship with them could be. As far as your moon, Cancer moon people can tend to be super tender, caring and comforting people. y’all lowkey some homebodies, all about comfort.”

“Wow” his eyes slightly widen, it’s a lot to take in. You love to run your mouth about the things you’re passionate about, he just loves that you’re sharing this passion with him.

“I went off on a whole tangent there, but it’s honestly way more complex than that. I love it. I think depending on how people use it, it could be a great tool for life. It’s like my version of ethics class… and wine makes me run my mouth extra.” a giggle seeps from your mouth after you take another sip.

“That’s dope, to think there’s a whole ass science behind people’s lives and personalities. I never would’ve thought it could be accurate.” He replied.

“Yeahh, I know! I was never really into it when I was younger, but moving to LA and all these other new experiences that I got going on made me want to open up to it and give it a honest try.”

“I'd pay you for a chart reading, I never trusted those little magic booths at Malibu.” He smiles, kissing the arch of your foot before moving on to massage the other.

You hide your noise of satisfaction with a yawn. “Mmm, I’d do it free of charge if you can cook like that again. I shouldn’t have doubted you, Mr. Jordan. My apologies.”

“It’s all good, now you know I can cook for you whenever you’d like.”

…

“So, what about you? You’re so good with kids. It’s adorable seeing you with them online, when we had the babies on set, and even with sweet little mila. Do you plan on having any? Or are you just like the cool uncle figure to other people’s kids. Cause’ I’m not at all judging. As the oldest sister, I once upon a time swore I wouldn’t ever have em.” Your hands go up in a mixture of shrug and surrender.

He’s amused by this. “I don’t buy that for a second, kids love you. I definitely want some. I love kids, I hope to have them one day. I just haven’t had a point in my career yet where I’ve slowed down enough to truly be the ideal dad that I’d like to be.I don’t know though, are you still holding yourself to that promise?” His dimples adorably peer through his smile.

“Ha! You know, I don’t know if I ever did, really. I mostly said it because I saw the stress that parenthood brought to people's lives, especially when they weren’t truly ready for it. I guess it's more me swearing not to be a parent if I didn’t have the resources to do it how I deemed proper, or not being at a place of stability for my child. You know? I can’t truly say that I wouldn’t want to bring that type of joy into this world. My heart ain’t cut like that.” You shake your head.

“No, I definitely get it. Being at the right capacity mentally, physically, and financially before I have a child is super crucial. I also want them to have parents who can be role models to what love should truly look like, like I had. I know everybody didn’t get to grow up seeing that. You know, that strong and unconditional, healthy, in love-love shit.”

“Definitely, that’s vital. I wish I had that growing up. It’s beautiful that you got to have that and can recognize the impact it has on people who don’t. Everything from childhood molds you into who you are, I believe. I would just want to give my baby the best childhood possible.” Your lips curl upwards. “It’s weird, I’ve never gone much into depth about this topic. But yeah, you pretty much filled in the gaps that I couldn’t put my thumb on.”

“Same” he points to my shirt. “Somebody gotta get that ‘I love milfs’ shirt to match you one day.”

“You’ve been teasing me about this shirt since I came in.” You jokingly swat his hand away.

“You started it, tryna clown on my fit as soon as you walked in the door.”

“Nah, I like the color gray on you.” You unintentionally stare at his shorts, the outline of him softly speaking to you.

“Yeah? You look pretty in everything.” He pulls you onto his lap. His hands explore your sides, traveling upwards for his thumbs to meet the peaks that hardened through your shirt. “You cold?” The pads of his fingers ran over your clothed nipples.

How do you tell him that your skin is burning up and freezing at the same time? That you don’t know how far of a line has been crossed with your coworker and friend? Who knows, but tonight wouldn’t be when you figured it out.

“You keep the ac on blast.” You shyly nod.

He picks up a fuzzy white blanket from the other side of him and throws it over your bodies, even though he’s naturally radiating warmth. Michael lays back on the couch, neither of you talk. Just feeling each other’s hearts beating, the movement of your chests as breath comes and goes from your bodies when you you inhale and exhale. His large hand gently rubs your back, in a manner that you almost fall asleep to.

“You want to stay with me tonight?” He whispers, lips brushing along the shell of your ear.

You nod “can we watch Innuyasha?”

“Of course, princess.” You feel the vibrations of his deep voice travel through your skin, scratching your brain in a way that feels so good. Your body gets heavy, you feel comfortable enough to let it relax. He smiles as your face rests in the crook of his neck and your breathing becomes deeper.

[rkiveslibrary]

Chapter 3

Summary: You finally achieved your dream of writing and publishing a book and it goes well. It goes so well, your publisher wants you to write a second book. The only problem is the fans want it to be spicier and you have only had one very lackluster sexual partner in your life. Enter Kim Taehyung the cocky fuckboy of your past who is willing to lend a hand to a “friend” in need

Word Count: 6.2K

Paring: Taehyung/Reader (Side Jikook)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!!!

Tags: Porn with plot, POV switch, cute concerned Jimin, mentions of jerking off, mentions of past bad relationship, FWB situationship, nicknames, kissing, dry humping, moaning, boners, mentions of almost cuming in pants, Taehyung has a big dick

Authors Note: Where can I find me a Taehyung like this dear god

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“Okay, you can do this. People do this kind of thing all the time. It’s nothing to be nervous about; it’s all going to work out. You can do this!” You muttered to yourself as you ran your hands down your legs and let out a shaky breath as you checked the clock in your car.

You were starting to panic about the future of your book after your editor gave you some “helpful pointers” when she rejected your fourth draft for the spicy make-out scene between your characters.

She pointed out how it all felt very “vanilla,” and after drinking some wine and having a good cry, you decided to sign up for a dating app because what was the worst that could happen?

After swiping for over an hour, you matched with a guy who was tall, handsome, and totally your type.

After talking for two days, you told him you had never been in a friends-with-benefits situation before. He offered to take you out to dinner first to see if the two of you clicked.

That was why you were sweating through your dress in a sushi restaurant parking lot on a Friday night.

Your phone buzzed in your lap, startling you, and you grinned when you saw Mira’s message flash on your screen.

She was going to a tasting with Hoseok tonight for her wedding cake, but she was more than happy to be on call in case the date went south and you needed her to swoop in and come rescue you.

The clock showed it was five minutes to six thirty, and you figured being five minutes early wasn’t a crime, so you opened your dating app to see who you were meeting with one more time, but the weirdest thing happened.

No matter how many times you tried to refresh his profile, your conversation would not load.

You tried exiting out of the app and going back in, but it just wouldn’t load.

Which was weird.

Oh well, you had a good enough memory of his face to know who you were meeting with, so you decided not to stress about it too much as you took a deep breath, gathered your things, and headed inside for your date.

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“Come on, Jiminie, you don’t need me tagging along as your third wheel. I promise I’m okay not going.” Taehyung whined as he closed down his office for the day and gathered his things.

He balanced the phone against his shoulder and his ear as he struggled to get his coat on and tried to ignore the piles of work that were left over.

Oh well, that was next week's problem.

Taehyung waved to his coworkers and headed to the elevator, where he pressed the lower level button and listened to Jimin ramble on.

Jimin and Jungkook were going out to The Heat, which was the local club for people over twenty-five years old. It was Taehyung’s favourite spot to pick up chicks, as usually, they were around his age and over the phase of getting sloppy drunk and throwing up everywhere.

“Jimin, I know it’s my favourite, but you and Jungkook deserve a night out by yourselves. Believe me, I have the night planned!” He said as the elevator dinged, and he made his way across the almost empty parking garage to get to his car.

The sun was still shining, and after being in an office all day, Taehyung took the opportunity to tilt his face to the warm rays that shone through.

He found his car and unlocked it, throwing his briefcase in the passenger seat before climbing in himself and connecting his phone to the Bluetooth.

“Come on, Taehyung! It might be nice to get out on a Friday night. I know you had a hard week. Might be nice to relax.” Jimin whined as he put his car into drive and made his way home.

“Jiminie, I have plans. I’m going to order food, relax, and catch up on some shows. Believe me, that sounds more fun than pushing through sweaty bodies on the dance floor.” He tries to explain.

“If I ask you a question, will you answer it honestly?” Jimin asks, his voice growing serious as Taehyung stops at a red light and lets out a weary sigh.

“I already know what you are going to ask me, and yes, Jimin, I am fine. I promise you.” He responds as the light turns green, and Taehyung takes the familiar path home.

“I know it’s just… Since when do you turn down a club night? You have been a hermit for weeks now, Tae. I’m just concerned; that’s all.” Jimin says, and Taehyung can’t really blame him.

He never turns down club nights.

He is always the life of the party.

Drinking, hitting on women, and having fun.

Taehyung did wonder if something was wrong with him. After his last fling, he wasn’t in a hurry to jump into a new one and ended up becoming more of a homebody.

Sure, he still talked to his friends, painted, and worked out, but jumping into another friends-with-benefits situation seemed like too much work for him, and he even went as far as to delete all the dating apps off his phone.

Taehyung also noticed other changes that were making him raise an eyebrow.

His sex drive had diminished quite significantly since.

He was still jerking off, of course, but he didn’t feel the need to have someone else do it; he didn’t even really miss the sex, as he was more than satisfied to get himself off with his hand whenever he felt the need to.

Taehyung gave himself another month.

If he was still in this funk after a month, he would go to a doctor.

Or maybe talk to someone.

“I know Jimin, but please believe me, I’m okay,” Taehyung said as he drummed his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Are you sure? Like totally sure. You can tell me anything you know.” Jimin pushed as Taehyung let out a weary sigh.

“Yes, Jiminie, I promise I am okay. I’ll also go as far as to promise that I will come out next time you go to the club, okay?” He said as he pulled into the driveway of his house and put the car in park.

The sun was fading fast, and clouds were rolling in. Taehyung remembered hearing something about an all-night rainstorm, which was another reason he wasn’t keen on going out tonight.

After a few more promises that he was okay and an eventual goodbye, Taehyung pocketed his phone and headed inside his house.

He put his stuff where it belonged, ordered takeout, and made his way to the shower, where he stood under the spray for far too long, contemplating what Jimin had said.

He knew Jimin just cared about him.

That’s all.

But was it really that concerning that he wanted to stay home for one night?

Standing in the shower, wasting water didn’t give him the answers he needed, so he quickly got out and dried his body, slipping on some comfy clothes as he checked on his food to see that it was now only two minutes out.

Taehyung made his way downstairs just as it arrived and saw that the sky was a dull grey and storm clouds were rolling through.

He got everything set up in the living room and grabbed a comfy blanket to snuggle in while he ate.

The food was delicious, and Taehyung hummed happily to himself as he turned on the TV to get caught up on one of his shows.

After two episodes, rain began to smack against his window in heavy drops as it seemed the storm had finally arrived.

Taehyung felt full and sleepy, and the sounds of the rain were making his eyes droop. It was only six at night, but he felt like he could curl up and sleep until morning.

Maybe a nap would do him some good, so he shifted so he was now lying sideways on the couch with his feet hanging off the edge.

He pulled the blankets up to his chin and let the soft sounds of the rain lull him to sleep.

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How long did Taehyung nap for?

He wasn’t sure.

All he knew was someone was ringing the doorbell, and it was obnoxiously loud and woke him from his peaceful slumber.

Taehyung fluttered his eyes open and blearily looked around.

His house was dark except for the one night light in the hallway, and the storm must have picked up speed since he dozed off because the rain was now lashing at the windows angrily, and lightning was dancing across the sky.

The doorbell rang again, and Taehyung shot up off the couch, still a little disoriented from sleep, and made his way to the door.

A rumble of thunder shook his house, and Taehyung felt the hairs on his arms stand as he flung the door open and was met with the surprising sight of a woman standing on his front step.

But not just any woman.

It was you.

His eyebrows shot up, and he gripped the door to stop it from being taken by the wind.

You of all people were standing on his front step.

What the hell was going on?

Taehyung took in your appearance, your hair matted and soaked, your tan trench coat now a darker colour because of the rain, the way your mascara ran down your cheeks, and your eyes were rimmed red.

You’d been crying.

“Uh, hey?” He said slowly as a crack of thunder made you both jump.

“Hi, Taehyung.” You said roughly, clutching your coat around your soaked body.

“Uh. What’s going on?” He said, feeling stupid and slow, as he still didn’t make a move to let you in.

He should probably let you in.

But he was still in shock that you were here in the first place.

“Uh, can we talk? Maybe inside?” You asked timidly as his brain finally seemed to work, as he moved to the side to let you out of the cold and rain.

Taehyung left you standing by the door as he raced around, turning on lamps so you both could see. His heart was in his throat, and he felt his hands shaking slightly as he turned to face you again.

You were taking off your heels and shrugging off your coat, and Taehyung’s eyes widened when he saw what was under it.

“Holy shit, you look hot.” He blurted out before he could think, and a light blush coated your cheeks as you smiled shyly at him.

The dress was unreal.

A little black dress that hugged your curves perfectly and cupped your breasts in a way that made his cock stir under his pants.

Fuck.

You must have come from a date.

How bad did it go for you to show up at his place?

What happened?

You wrapped your arms around yourself, and he could see the goosebumps on your arms as you shivered in his doorway.

“Did you walk here? You’re soaked.” He asks, moving towards you as you brush your wet hair from your face.

“Uh, I parked down the street. I didn’t know if anyone was coming over tonight, and I didn’t want to take a spot in your driveway. I didn’t realize how far down I’d have to park.” You say, eyeing his place with a childlike curiosity as you shivered.

“Come on, let’s get you warmed up first.” He says as he leads you through his house to the upstairs, where the bedrooms and the bathrooms are.

Taehyung rifles through his things before pulling out a T-shirt, sweatpants, and socks, and hands them to you.

You graciously take them as you stand in the doorway like a deer in the headlights.

“The bathroom is right through there. Take a shower. Use as much hot water as you like. We can talk when you're done.” He says as you bite your lip and nod at him.

You hold the clothes to your chest like they are your lifeline, keeping you afloat.

Taehyung briefly nods before heading downstairs to give you some privacy, and his mind swims with possibilities.

Clearly, by the way you were dressed, you went out on a date.

As far as he knew, you had not dated anyone since your jerk ex-boyfriend.

Not that he kept track of those things.

So what happened tonight? Did the guy…hurt you?

Taehyung knew you had a solid group of friends, and he would never in a million years guess you would come running to him if something happened.

You just weren’t like that.

Taehyung grabbed his phone from the coffee table and quickly texted Hoseok, asking if he could call him ASAP.

The phone rang two minutes later.

“Hey, Tae! It’s Mira. Hoseok is driving right now. Everything okay?” She asked as Taehyung ran a hand through his hair and began to pace the floor.

He could hear the shower running, but he knew he had to be quick.

“Uh, hey Mira, you are actually who I wanted to speak to.” He said as Hoseok grumbled audibly in the background.

“Oh! Uh, okay, what’s up?” She asked.

“Do you know where your maid of honour went tonight?” He asked, still pacing the living room as the storm raged outside and the lights flickered.

“Uh, yeah, she had a date. Actually, she was supposed to text me an update, but I haven’t heard anything.” Mira said as he ran his free hand through his fluffy hair.

So it was a date.

“Taehyung, what did you do?” Hoseok asked.

Taehyung ignored him.

“And the guy she went with. Was he…decent? Good?” He asked as the lights flickered again.

“I mean, I guess? I saw his picture; he seemed okay. Why, what’s going on?”

Taehyung frowned. Not much to work with there.

“Didn’t I tell you to leave that poor girl alone Taehyung?” Hoseok scolded.

Taehyung ground his teeth as he spoke.

“I did leave her alone Hyung. She was the one to show up here, soaking wet from the rain and telling me she wanted to talk. I’m calling because I want to know what the hell is going on.” He snapped as the other end went silent.

“She… What?” Hoseok asked as Taehyung repeated himself a lot slower this time.

“Mira, do you have any idea what’s going on or what this is about?”

“I…uh. I didn’t think she? I mean, I suggested… But I didn’t think she would actually… Oh my god.” Mira babbled as he heard the shower stop, and his heart began to race in his chest.

“Shower turned off, I don’t have much time. Help me here, Mira.” He asked.

“Shower? What is she doing in your shower?” Hoseok asked.

“She was wet and shivering, so I made her take a shower so she would warm up.” He explained.

“Okay, listen, Taehyung.” Mira started.

“I can’t tell you why she’s there. It’s not my story to tell, and I don’t even know if I’m right. But if I am…promise me you will go easy on her. No joking, no making fun of her. Hear her out, okay?” She asked as Taehyung grumbled.

He wasn’t getting answers and was becoming even more frustrated.

“That’s all you got for me? Come on, Mira! Help a guy out.” He pleaded, now feeling panicked.

He could hear Hoseok muttering in the background, asking what was going on, and Taehyung realized this must be some weird girl thing if Hoseok was also in the dark about it.

“Just go easy on her. That’s all I can tell you. Sorry.” Mira said as his ears picked up the telltale sound of the bathroom door opening.

Time's up.

“Okay, fine. Got to go.”

He hung up the phone and stopped pacing to sit on the very edge of the couch. His mind and his nerves were racing, and Taehyung sucked in a breath.

He didn’t know what you were here for, but he had a feeling it would change everything.

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You had only been in Taehyung’s space once before.

It was at university when he hosted weekly movie nights.

Mira didn’t want to go alone, so she dragged you along for the first one, even though you pleaded with her to leave you at the dorm.

His place back then was just as you’d imagine it to be.

Soccer cleats in the doorway, stinky socks everywhere, and the smell of way too much cologne that was doing its job of hiding whatever other unpleasant scents were lingering around.

This time, Taehyung’s place was not what you expected.

No soccer cleats or dirty socks in sight; instead, it was a two-story house with modern furniture and giant windows. His bedroom was tidy and clean, with only one shirt thrown on the bed, and his bathroom was almost as clean as yours.

You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off, grateful he let you shower at all as the cold rain chilled you to the bone.

You reach for the clothes he loaned you, and you decide on the shirt and socks; there was no way the pants would fit, and the shirt was long enough to cover everything anyway.

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breath, wiping the leftover flakes of mascara that still lingered under your eyes.

It was now or never.

The date was a disaster. You had a good cry in your car, and without second-guessing, you drove here.

Taehyung was the only one who could help you now.

You made your way down the stairs to see him sitting up straight on the couch, picking anxiously at his nail beds, and his eyes snapped up to yours as you approached him.

You didn’t miss the way his gaze was fixed on your bare legs and how his tongue darted at his lips as he stared at you.

That was a start.

At least it seemed he was attracted to you.

You sat on the couch next to him and grabbed the blanket, throwing it over your legs as another crack of thunder made you jump.

“Feel better?” he asked softly as you nodded and let out a long exhale.

It was now or never.

“Sorry to show up unannounced and soaking wet. I just. Have to talk to you about…something.” You started playing with the fringe of the blanket so you had something to do with your hands.

Anxiety was rolling off of you in waves, and you didn’t dare look at him; instead, you focused on his knee as you spoke.

“So I, uh. I wrote a book. As you know. And it did well. Like, really well. The editors, publishers, and fans want another part.”

You briefly stare up at him as he nods; any trace of cockiness is gone from his face, and instead, he looks genuinely concerned.

“Well, I’m writing the second book about the side characters from the first book, Ryder and Sabrina. The fans want it…to be written differently.” You say, feeling hot under the shirt you borrowed from him, as your eyes flick to him once again.

“Oh, I liked those two. They were hot.” He says softly as you smile.

So he did read the book.

That was…surprising.

“Thank you. I had a lot of fun writing them. But now my team wants me to write them in a way I don’t know how to. And I wanted to come to you for help because, well. I don’t know who else to go to.” You explain.

Taehyung cocks an eyebrow.

“You came to me for writing help? Me? The one who always tried to cheat off you? Why?” He asks honestly.

“Because Taehyung, I need your…skills.”

You stare at his face to see his eyes wide and confused. You knew you had to tell him the truth; you just wished it wasn’t so damn embarrassing.

“Taehyung, they want me to write spice. Smut. Porn. And I don’t know how to do that. I don’t have experience with that, and I need your help. My last four drafts have been rejected, and I’m at the end of my rope here.” You blurt out, staring at his knee the entire time as your face heats up in shame.

Silence wraps around you like an itchy blanket, and it seems even the storm paused in shock at what you said.

Lovely.

“Are you ever going to look at me?” He asks with a teasing tilt to his voice as you close your eyes tightly.

“Nope. I’m embarrassed enough, and if I look at you, I’ll combust into a million little pieces, and you will have to clean it all up.”

Taehyung giggles.

“Please just look at me. Sex isn’t something to be ashamed of. We can talk about it like adults.” He responds as slowly as you open your eyes and stare up at his face.

He has a small grin on his face, and you fight the urge to cast your eyes downwards again.

“Now explain it to me. Slowly.” He asks.

“They want me to make the next book a little more mature. A lot of the fans complained about how I glossed over a lot of the sex in the first book. Smut is very popular now, and they want it in the second book. It makes sense; the characters have that will-they, won't-they energy. I just don’t know how to write hot sex because I’ve never….” You let your voice trail off, letting him come to his own conclusions as the lights flickered again.

“You aren’t a virgin, are you? I mean, you dated Simon?” He points out

“Not a virgin, but just because I have had sex doesn’t mean it was good sex.” You say softly as you refuse to look at him again; instead, you stare at the raindrops clinging to his windows as you pull the blanket higher up your body.

“Should we kill Simon now, or should we wait until you are a super famous author and we can hire someone to do it for us?” He asks, and you crack a smile.

“Listen, I’m going to be honest: I can’t go through the whole Simon story with you tonight. Asking you for this is embarrassing enough.” You plead, closing your eyes and trying to chase the bad memories of your ex away.

You don’t need that right now.

“So you want to...have sex with me so you can write a book?” Taehyung asks thoughtfully as you nod.

“I mean kind of? I want you to show me what good sex is like. And not just sex. All of it. Handjobs…blowjobs…sex.”

His eyebrows are somewhere in his hairline when you continue to speak.

“That’s what I tried tonight. I tried to find someone random online to help me, but he never showed up for the date and ghosted me. It’s for the best because I didn’t like the idea of someone I didn’t know seeing me so vulnerable. And I know I’m basically a virgin with sex, so I would need someone to take it slow and show me.”

Taehyung scooches closer to you on the couch and studies your face.

You hold your breath and wait for him to say something, to say anything, as the silence is making your heart pound and anxiety creep up.

“So, should we make it like a course? One day we make out, then hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, and eating pussy because yes this is about you too, then sex?” He asks as his voice dips low, and it makes you shiver.

“You don’t have to—I mean I—I think I can figure that stuff out.” You stammer as he grins wickedly at you.

“BabyBlue. Do you think I’m going to make this whole thing about me? I want you to feel good too. And you bet that involves getting my hands between your legs. I think your readers would want that…right?” He coaxes, and you don’t even mind that he calls you that ridiculous nickname as you swallow hard and nod.

“Did Simon ever—did he make it all about him?” He asks darkly, and you bite your lip.

“Not all the time. It just seemed sometimes he wanted to…get it over with so there wouldn’t be much…prep.” You say lamely.

“I hate that guy. Such a douche,” he comments as he slides closer to you on the couch so his knee presses into yours.

“So you’ll help me?” You ask timidly as you stare at his dark eyes, the tiny freckle on his nose, and the fact that you don’t think you have ever been this close to him in your life, and you don’t hate being this close to him.

“BabyBlue, you’re going to be my new friends-with-benefits, huh?” He teases with an exaggerated wink that makes you roll your eyes but smile.

“Sure, if that’s what you want to call it.” You say, eyes flicking down to his lips for a moment.

Taehyung grins.

Shit, he caught you staring.

“I think I’ve grown on you. If we are friends with benefits, it means we are friends. You trusted me enough to come to me with this. And all this time, you had this hard exterior of hating me.” He teases with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“You were my last option, you know. And it’s all Mira’s fault. She suggested you.” You fight back, hating how affected you were feeling just by being close to him.

“Last option, but the best option. Come on, admit it, you wanted to know if the rumours about me back then were true.”

Your eyes widened as the tension in the room intensified when he pushed his leg into yours.

“Not at all. This is strictly business, and you have... experience.” You say, licking your lips, as this time his eyes flick down to your mouth.

“Mhmm. I think it’s also ironic how you wrote Ryder and Sabrina.”

You swallowed hard.

“Ryder is the ladies’ man, always flirting and teasing a very uptight Sabrina. Then they have to come together to reach the common goal of getting their friends together. The whole time, Sabrina pretends like she hates him…” Taehyung lets his velvety smooth voice trail off, and you blush.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You say, voice soft and light, as he cracks a smile.

“I don’t think you should have named him Ryder. I think Taehyung would have been a more fitting name.” He jests.

Okay, so maybe…. MAYBE you took inspiration from you and Taehyung’s…whatever it was. But you never in a million years thought he would actually read your book. And you never ever were going to admit that to him.

“Are you going to help me or keep blabbing?” You ask harshly as he chuckles low in the back of his throat.

“As long as you mention my name in print that I helped you…sure, why not?” He says with a cheeky grin.

You sighed.

“I knew I should have gone with someone else.”

“Nah, baby, there is no one as good as me out there.”

You cock an eyebrow as once again the tension in the room seems to ramp up making goosebumps appear on your skin.

“Then prove it.” You shoot back, tired of wasting time, tired of awkward conversations.

“Oo, she’s feisty. Okay, BabyBlue, show me how you kiss.” He insisted as he grabbed your hips and settled you on his lap in an easy movement, like he had been doing this his entire life.

“Make sure you think about how it feels. This is for research after all, and nothing else. Right?” He says, his voice low and husky, making you nod slowly as your eyes lock on his lips.

Taehyung wastes no time in tangling his fingers in the silky strands of your hair before pulling you close and attaching his soft lips to yours.

Your eyes widen in surprise because holy shit, Kim Taehyung is kissing you, and it wasn’t supposed to feel this good, but your eyes soon flutter closed as you lean into the kiss.

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Taehyung had kissed many girls in his lifetime; hell, he couldn’t even name them all at this point, though in his defence, most of them he kissed when he was a few drinks in.

This kiss with you, though…

Taehyung knew that as long as he lived, he would never forget this.

The way your lips moulded to his almost perfectly as if they were meant to be there, the way his hands tangled in your hair and pulled you even closer so he could deepen it even more.

The way your body seemed to melt and soften into his, your legs spreading wider so your crotch was flushed against his upper thighs, and how badly he wanted you to move a couple of inches upward to feel how this kiss was messing him up.

A couple of hours ago he was worried about his sex drive, and now it seemed his body was making up for lost time as his cock rose so quickly it made him dizzy as all the blood left his brain.

You began to find your rhythm as your lips moved against his, and when you let out a small moan against his mouth, Taehyung felt his cock twitch in his pants, desperate for any kind of friction.

He expertly moved his hands from your hair and began to run them down your arms; he chuckled darkly against your warm mouth when you shivered as he made his way slowly up and down, making the hairs on your arms stand.

You gasped when his hands trailed down your sides, which let him easily slip his tongue into your mouth and touch yours in a way that made you both moan.

Taehyung knew this kiss was for research purposes, but he was growing impatient with the lack of friction against his aching shaft, so with one hand wrapped around you, he lifted you to shove the blanket off you both before settling you back down on his lap right over the hard ridge in his pants.

You gasped when you felt all of him between your legs, and Taehyung chuckled against your lips as he began to leave the warmth of your mouth to discover what other noises you could make as he kissed along your cheeks and down your jawline.

His cock leaked as you began to slowly roll your hips against him, and dear god, he could feel…everything.

You chose not to take his sweatpants, and holy shit did the guy you were supposed to go on the date with miss out, because the only thing separating your bare pussy from his clothed cock was a thin piece of material that Taehyung could already feel you soaking through.

If this was how worked up you were over a kiss, Taehyung couldn’t wait to explore more.

This was going to be fun.

He nibbled at your jawline, and his name escaped your lips in a breathy moan as you continued to roll your hips against him, seeking friction for you both.

The rain was still lashing at the windows and thunder nearly shook the house, but Taehyung hardly heard any of it over the blood pounding in his ears and the way your skin felt under his fingers.

So warm.

So perfect.

You continued your delicious rolls of your hips as his lips found yours again, and you kissed him with such passion and fire, he had no idea how you couldn’t write a spicy scene.

You were a natural.

Taehyung could feel himself getting a little too excited as his boxers were now soaked with precum, and his cock was twitching painfully under the ministrations of your hips.

You were rubbing against him like a needy animal in heat, and as sexy as that was, Taehyung had to slow things down before he blew his load and embarrassed himself.

He was supposed to have more control than this, goddammit!

His hands make their way to your hips to stop you, but it only makes you grind against him harder and the sexiest, neediest moan to fall from your lips.

Taehyung’s spine is tingling, his hands are tightening on your hips, his cock is rock hard, and his balls are drawing up.

Fuck, he is going to cum from just kissing you.

This has to stop.

He slowly pulls away and lets out a shaky breath as your grinding stops, and Taehyung thanks his lucky stars he didn’t cum in his pants like a horny teenager.

You open your eyes slowly, which are glazed over, and your hand comes up to your face as your thumb runs over your bottom lip, which is red and swollen from all the kissing.

His cock twitches against you, and you giggle.

“And that’s how you kiss.” He says, his voice rough and deep, as he clears his throat and tries to hide how aroused the kiss made him.

Which was pretty difficult with his cock still painfully throbbing between his legs and the smear of precum he could feel coating the sensitive head of his cock.

“Thank you for showing me that. That was. Good.” You reply slowly as you card a hand through your messy hair, pushing it away from your face.

Now that everything had come down, Taehyung’s other senses were starting to come back, and, fucking hell, he could feel how wet you were and how it soaked into his pants. He was sure that if he looked down, the crotch would be stained with both of your arousals.

“Just good? Come on, BabyBlue, work with me here.” He teased as his mouth connected with your shoulder, and he peppered light kisses against the material of his shirt.

It smelled like you already, and Taehyung liked that.

“Well, Captain Taehyung, it was an acceptable kiss. I definitely have enough material to write a kissing scene.” You tease him right back, which makes his cock once again twitch against you.

In all the times you teased him about how he used to call himself “Captain Taehyung,” it never made his cock throb like that.

Shit, it seemed cumming in his pants wasn’t off the table yet.

It was just because he had not been with anyone in a while.

That’s all.

“You sure know how to make a guy feel special. Don’t worry. You don’t have to lie. I can feel you soaking through my pants.” He admitted it as he continued to lightly kiss your shoulder.

You arch up into his touch and card your hands through his hair.

Yeah, he needs to stop, as his cock is still impossibly hard, and he swears one roll of your hips might make him lose it. But he can’t stop. He doesn’t want to stop. It feels so damn good.

“You’re one to talk. You got hard the second I kissed you. Don’t think I can’t feel that monster between your legs poking into me.” You tease back as you roll your hips, and Taehyung squeezes your sides.

Fuck, he is teetering on the edge again.

He’s had girls drive him crazy before.

But never like this.

And never from just kissing and a little dry humping.

“Ah, you do know how to make a guy feel special. Thank you for admitting I have a huge cock. I knew it.” He says as he finally pulls away and shoots you a cheeky smile.

You roll your eyes at him, but he sees the smile tugging at your lips.

God, he likes it when you do that.

That was one of the reasons he teased you so much in the past.

For that look alone.

Before Taehyung can open his mouth, your stomach growls, and you duck your head in embarrassment.

“You didn’t eat dinner?” He asks as you finally push yourself up and off his cock to sit beside him.

He misses your warmth right away.

“I got stood up, remember. Then I cried in the car and came right here.” You admit as Taehyung stands up and helps you off the couch.

“I ordered food tonight and have too many leftovers. Come on, I’ll make you a plate.” He adjusts his cock in his pants so it doesn’t stick straight out in an obscene way, and you nod slowly as you lean forward and kiss him again.

It’s much different than the first one, as it’s slow and sweet. Just a peck.

“Thanks for helping me with this. I really appreciate it.” You say softly as you pull away, and Taehyung slowly opens his eyes.

“No problem. It’s just a friend helping out another friend, right?” He says as he makes his way to the kitchen.

“Right.” You echo back.

But even with all the friends-with-benefits he’s had, a kiss has never fucked him up in the way yours did.

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LOVESTRUCK, WENT STRAIGHT TO MY HEAD ⎯ S. CROSBY

y/n just wants the best for her son, she thinks the program rule of no freshmen players on varsity is stupid. she just did what any mother would do...right?

coach!sidney crosby x teacher!single mom!reader

warnings: angst, smut (fingering, handjob, sex on a table), somewhat of an inappropriate relationship, single parent content, light talk of divorce, lowkey based off of "slut!" by taylor swift

word count: 4,244

a/n: look at that....i do still know how to write

The bitterness of the coffee wasn’t doing it’s job. On her third cup and it’s not even ten in the morning, Y/N waits for the next period of students to walk through her door. Taking in one of the few moments of silence she has, she refreshes the page on the sports page on the school website, itching to see her son’s name. 

Carter had tryouts with the hockey team last week, he had been talking about it since the beginning of the month. He was training every day to make varsity; in leagues ever since he was ten years old every single coach and spectator could not brag enough on how much talent he had. Y/N was pressured to send him across the country, even out of the country, to go to the top hockey camps but as a single mother she couldn’t do it. She couldn’t bear to send her baby off to some strangers for a few months, and she couldn't afford to move away from family either. 

But her heart dropped as she refreshed the page, pulled up this season's roster, and saw her son’s name and number on the junior varsity roster instead of varsity. She didn’t understand it, she was told by the coaches herself that he was the best kid on the ice that day. Why didn’t he make varsity? 

Her questions were interrupted by students flooding into the classroom for the start of the next period. She pulled herself out of her thoughts to then teach this class period. Reluctantly though. 

-

The final bell rang and that meant she was done for the day. Saying goodbye to her students Y/N started to gather papers and put them in the “to grade” folder to take home with her before tidying up some areas of the room. She anticipated her son’s arrival. Ever since moving up to high school he always stopped by her room at the end of the day to talk about school and help her carry things to her car. 

“I didn’t make it.” Carter said as a greeting when he walked in the empty room. His face was defeated, his tall slender frame was slumped over in sadness and his eyes welling with tears. Out of all people Y/N knew and saw how hard he worked to make varsity his freshman year. He skated over fifty laps a day, worked on shots in the garage until way past dusk, he also started to lift more weights. 

“Oh baby, c’mere,” Y/N pulled her much taller son in for a hug. There he broke and rested into his mother's arms like a little kid again. He softly cried before pulling away. 

“I don’t get it mom, they told me i’d make it for sure, why would he tell me-” “Don’t worry about it son, I will talk to the coach first thing in the morning. I promise. But for now you have to play the cards you were dealt,” Y/N consoled her son in the way moms know how. Gathering her bags she gave the heaviest one to Carter to help carry out the building. They continued chatting on the way to her car, talking about school and homework he had for the week. Carter was a special kid, he deeply cared about his grade and education. He remembers promising his mom when he was younger that if he ever got to play hockey in college that he would get his degree and not go to the draft early. 

Carter was a momma’s boy through and through. His dad lived an hour away so he spent the weekends there twice a month, but he’s at his mom’s house the rest of the time. Carter is also protective of his mom too. He never told her this, but he’s beat in a couple boys’ faces because they made some lewd comments about her. He’s respectful of her, more than any other man on earth ever has been. Y/N is very proud of how she’s raised her son. 

“Okay son, go to practice. Have a positive attitude, don’t do anything stupid okay? I know you’re frustrated but just go into practice and do you, maybe they got you mixed up with someone else. But-” she saw his facial expressions change and get tense, she knew that he was still angry inside, “hey, don’t get mad at them. Wait until I talk and then you and I will figure something out.”

They walked in opposite directions, Carter to the athletic building and Y/N back to the school for one more item in her classroom. Hustling as best she can so she can get home, she runs into the person she didn’t want to speak to until in the morning. Coach Crosby. 

She felt her body coil and tense up in anger at just the sight. She was supposed to wait until morning, but her tongue got the best of her. 

“Coach! Hey, can I ask you a quick question?” she pulls him to the side, into an empty classroom where the teacher had left for the day. 

“What’s up?” Sidney asked, sitting down on one of the wooden desks. He was wearing black joggers, a tight pullover with a school cap on. Y/N couldn’t help but notice how the material of his clothing clung to his toned body. He had been out of the professional league for at least two years, but he still kept up the physical shape of his body, and it was obvious by the way his pants were stretching at the seams on his thighs. 

“I really don’t want to be that parent, but can you tell me why Carter didn’t make varsity?” Sidney cocks his head to the side. He’s only been on sight three months and he’s already dealing with this. 

“Well, it’s my understanding that freshmen must be on the JV team, no matter how good they are. That rule was put in place before I got here.” He explained while crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles making his pullover look incredibly small on his frame. “He’s a good kid though, he’ll make great improvements this year and I'll look forward to having him on varsity next year.” Sidney said, trying to end the conversation and smooth things over.

“But…you’re the new coach. This is your program now, not someone else’s.” Y/N couldn’t really understand what he was getting at. Did he not see the potential in her son that everyone seemed to say? Did he not see the great player, the great athlete that Carter was? Maybe it was just her being a mother, and so obviously her child is the best compared to other kids. But she swore she didn’t want to be like those parents. She remembers being a kid in youth sports herself and hated parents who thought their kid should be player of the week every week. In her mind, she needed to earn player of the week because of her work ethic, not because her parents were board members. 

“Right but I'm not trying to ruffle any feathers my first year. This is barely my program, I need to establish relationships before I change things here,” Y/N takes a step closer to Sidney, her hands folded in front of her. 

“But you’re Sidney Crosby, who can say no to you?” God she feels horrible for doing this, she feels like…like some junior league mom whose husband has nothing between his ears. But she thinks, if she can just rile him up for a minute, startle him, then he’ll change his mind and put Carter on varsity. That’s her end goal, get her son feeling better. If that means pretending to be a horny college student again, so be it. “I mean really, they had to give you this job cause they trust you. So obviously you can do what you want, like putting my son on your varsity team.”

He sighs, looking down at his shoes. He knows what she’s doing…and he can’t believe it’s sort of working. He hasn’t had a woman flirt with him in heaven knows how long. He doesn’t even know how to respond to such a thing anymore. His life for the past almost twenty years has been nothing but hockey. Sidney’s family has been asking him for a long time when he is going to settle down with someone, but nobody ever scratched that itch quite like hockey did. But now? That he’s got a woman in front of him, a gorgeous one at that, who’s buttering him up? Maybe he’ll give in…just to see what it feels like. 

“Your son is a hell of a player, Y/N. He really could go far,” His words got heavier as she got closer, he could smell her perfume, he could feel her breath, he could see her chest move up and down with every huff she took- “so put him on your team, Coach.” she put her hand on his chest softly and she sighed feeling his stern muscles. “C’mon, what’s it gonna take? Dinner and a show?” 

His eyes, dark and blown, looked into hers and if he remembers what the term eye fucking means then that’s exactly what they were doing. His breaths became short but heavy as she left a heavy hand on his chest. She rubbed her thumb over his cheek, trying her best to work her charm that she used to have. She hopes she’s still got it. 

He thinks, thinks, and thinks. This is a bad decision. 

“My place, six thirty tomorrow evening. Give me your best sales pitch, and we’ll see about the show.” 

Sidney stands up and for a brief second his nose bumps hers, an innocent touch but it makes him take a deep breath in to calm himself down. He exits the empty class room and takes long strides to get to practice, glancing at his watch he’s already a few minutes behind. 

-

She’s eternally grateful that Carter is with his dad this weekend. How could she explain to him that she’s not really going on a date…but she’s going to his coach's house with plans to seduce him..but again it’s not a date. Of course, she’d have to leave out the seducing part. She put on her best dress that she had, it was pretty simple but it hugged her figure nicely. She made sure to spritz some extra perfume on as well. 

The drive to Sidney’s house is silent, it’s her having fake conversations in her head about what to say or what not to say. Debating on if her seduction speech was still on date or if it’s too cheesy now. She suddenly feels like she lives in the lowest tax bracket possible when entering his neighborhood; she's never seen so many fake lawns before. She’s actually never been on this side of town much, except to look at christmas lights when Carter was younger. Now that he’s older he doesn’t care for that stuff anymore. 

“Nice place you’ve got,” she said walking into his entry way. To her surprise Sidney dressed up a little bit, wearing a button up with a nice pair of slacks, the top two buttons undone for visual purposes of course. He takes her coat and her purse, hanging it up by the door. “What’s on the menu?” 

“Well, I figured I'd go simple with just spaghetti and toast, with dessert to follow if that’s okay.” Sidney went into his pantry and pulled out a bottle of red wine. “This okay?” He holds the bottle in the air and she nods her head, sitting at his kitchen bar watching him pour a glass. She takes a glance at the label and she’s taken back. On her teacher salary she definitely can’t afford that brand.

Maybe she’s in over her head here- she didn’t think about any of this stuff. Suddenly she’s this woman who doesn’t have much to her name, sitting in a millionaire’s kitchen drinking wine that costs well over two hundred dollars- but damn if it doesn’t taste good. 

They make small talk before heading into the dining room where he sets dinner onto the table for her, such a gentleman. Continuing the semi dull conversation she thanks him for making a meal for her, joking that she’s never had a man make dinner for her. Only half true, her dad growing up would make dinners for her family. But when she married Carter’s dad, she was the chef in the family. Not that she was complaining, it was just odd for her to be on the reverse side for the first time in a while. 

“I am sorry about that idiotic rule, Y/N. Carter can easily be a varsity player.” Sidney broke the minute silence after finishing off his second glass of wine that night. She huffs, finishing her plate and scooting it away from her on the table. Was she really about to do this?

“Is there anything I can do, sidney? C’mon my boy’s in shambles, he’s thinking that he’s not as good as everyone makes him out to be,” Y/N reaches her hand out to rest on his softly. “Is there anything I can do?” 

Y/N hoped he knew what she was implying and that she didn’t have to say it out loud. 

And he did. 

He understood every word she said and the words that were left unsaid. He knew what she was implying and he knew what she was getting at. But Sidney hated that he was willing to do what she wanted. Y/N was leaning forward on the table, getting close enough to Sidney where he could smell her perfume and her lotion mixed together, he could see a couple small freckles up close as he couldn’t see them from a bit further away. 

There were no words exchanged between them, his eyes kept drifting from her tinted lips to her lustful eyes, back and forth a couple times before resting his hand on her cheek and pressing his lips against hers gently. Immediately he felt a rush of arousal- it’s just a kiss, really? He silently asked himself. He hadn’t gotten this aroused in a while, a long while. 

Both parties leaned into the kiss, wanting and aching for more. They tasted wine on each other and felt each other’s temperature begin to rise. Sidney got out of his chair, lips still connected to hers, and got closer. She stood up, one hand cupping his chin and the other resting on his chest, and she leaned against the dining table. She hadn’t made out with someone in years, she hopes she’s doing it right. 

She gets pushed onto the table just by the force of his body so now she’s sitting on the wooden table, Sidney standing in between her legs with both of his hands cupping her face. He doesn’t care if he seems desperate or if he seems needy, or if this is totally wrong and against almost all of the words he signed in his contract, he can’t seem to get enough of her. Sidney feels her play with the buttons of his shirt and how she begins to pull the shirt up and out of his dress pants. It was easy since he wasn’t wearing a belt. 

He didn’t even know that she completely unbuttoned his shirt until he felt her hands roam all over his naked chest, her hands slowly raking up and down his toned muscles. He takes a breath and scans her body. Her skin is hot to the touch, her eyes are completely blown now and her lips are parted. “How do I get this off you?” he asked, taking a fist of the hem of her dress.

“There's a tie in the back,” she huffed out, not able to take her hands off his body. Plus, she wants him to take it off of her. 

“You tied this yourself?” he asked in shock, surprised at how she tied such a perfect bow on her back with such thin strings. 

“I’ve been tying, zipping, buttoning my dresses myself for the past twelve years now, safe to say I got pretty good at it.” God- has she been alone for the past twelve years? Nobody to love on, kiss on, touch on this wonderful body of hers? Sidney takes in a sharp breath when he pulls the dress off of her and he gives her body a quick scan over. Wearing a strapless bra that she’s almost spilling out of, she has on silk leopard print panties that he can’t help but notice a significant damp spot on. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles, hands roaming over her soft skin. “Don’t make fun of me, it’s been a long time since I've hooked up with someone.” because that’s just what this is, a hookup. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“I haven’t since I got divorced, so it's the same here.” she hooks her leg around his pulling him closer. He pressed his lips against hers again this time most softly. His hand goes down to play with the hem of her panties, “you sure about this?” 

“Very sure, don’t mess with a pissed off mama sidney.” she pulls him down with her as she lays down on the table. He kisses down her body, she arches her back and lets him take her bra off. Tossing it onto the floor Sidney wraps his lips around one of her hardened nipples. She lets out a heavenly sounding moan at the action.

It’s been so long she could cum just from Sidney doing this for a couple minutes longer. One hand slips down over her clothed cunt, rubbing her sensitive and wet area. She arches her body into his, already she’s lost in a great euphoric high that she can’t even mumble words. All that’s coming out is moans and gasps. 

He removes his mouth and Sidney stands up, she watches up on her elbows as he takes his pants off and removes his boxers. She bites her lip at the size - the sight - of his hardened dick in his hand. She reaches out for it herself, “you’ll give me what I want, and I promise you won’t regret it.” he thought for a moment too long, she began to doubt herself but he spoke up, “deal.”

She licks her hand before taking a grip on his cock. Slowly she starts stroking up and down, keeping harsh eye contact with sidney. She gives him a nice squeeze and a twist of her hand which makes him throw his head back in pleasure. He can only do so much with his hand, it’s nice to have someone else for a change. Y/N scoots closer to him on the table, with one of his hands he works his hand over one of her breasts softly massaging it. She leans into his touch and continues to work her hands over his hard cock. 

He moves his hand from her breast down and slips it into her soaked panties. At first his fingers were a little cold but they quickly warmed up after being immersed in her sex. He circles around her clit a couple times, getting familiar with the female body again. He explores for a minute or two, his middle finger teasing her hole. The more he teases her the harder her grip gets on his cock. He pulls his hand out of her panties, they’ve never broken eye contact this whole time and he sucks everything off of his hand. God that was hot. 

Sidney removes her hand from his cock fearing if she kept going he would cum all over her hand and that wasn’t what he wanted to do. He’s panting heavy now, his body forming sweat on his forehead. He pushes her down onto the table with a palm on her chest lining his cock up with her entrance, “wait do I need any-”

She chuckles, “that ship sailed a while ago, just fuck me like you mean it coach.” 

With her permission she slides in and she lets out a long, loud, moan as he does it. He wants to hear that on repeat for the rest of his life, he swears. Sidney puts both hands on her hips, keeping her body steady as he rocks in and out of her, his hips meeting her every time. 

Sidney allows to feel himself in her warm, wet walls. He throws his head back in pleasure and she shuts her eyes tight. Her hands come up to her breasts to add to the pleasure, fingers pinching both of her nipples as she feels his huge cock pump in and out of her small hole. He feels like he’s three feet deep inside of her, he feels lost in how good she feels. His head grows foggy each time he squeezes her. 

Sidney hits the spongy spot in her tight cunt that made her gasp out in pleasure, she sang his name like a chant over and over which made him fuck her harder and harder. She warned him about her orgasm and he did the same, begging her to cum with him. A few more pumps of his cock he spilled his heavy load inside of her and she moaned loudly like a queen when he did. He pulled his cock out of her, watching his load spill out with it. 

Maybe it was the post orgasm haze she was in, maybe it was the lovestruck feeling she had the minute they began making out, but minutes later she’s standing between him and the cold shower wall. His forehead pressed against hers. His fingers knuckle deep in her cunt and a hand wrapped around her throat as hot water rained down on either of them, her cunt squeezing his thick fingers while she couldn’t even say anything but his name. That’s exactly what he wanted. 

The hot shower water kept her eyes shut but she knew that he was gazing at her. He was in awe of her facial expressions, how she bit her lip through a smile with every jerk he made with his hand, when she furrowed her eyebrows when she was on the edge of cumming, and how she cocked her head to the side while he kissed around her neck silently asking for more. 

He took his hand away from her pussy, licking the honey off his fingers. He stayed that close to her though knowing her legs were probably jello and she wasn’t able to stand for at least a minute or two. 

She took a deep breath, “got what you wanted?” she asked in a joking tone, moving her hand up and down his chest in the hot steamy shower. He chuckled, his hands never leaving her body. He palmed her breasts, he seemed to have a thing for those she contemplated, heavy lustful eyes staring into hers. 

“How many more you got in you?” he asked, spreading her legs with his thigh.

“I can give you as much as you want.” Y/N answered, her hands slowly roaming down lower and lower on his chest and stomach. 

“Then no, I didn’t get what I want yet.”

-

She woke up in Sidney’s bed the next morning with messy hair and sore muscles. Looking over on the nightstand the clock read 8:02 AM. She was glad that it was a Saturday and she was able to sleep in. She saw that Sidney was still asleep, he laid on his stomach with his head facing the other way. Looking over his back, studying the freckles, the faded scars. Y/N wants to stay in this moment for as long as she can. 

She hates to admit but she really fell for Sidney. Not because of how skilled he was in bed, or because he could do wicked things with his hands, but she shared a few heartfelt conversations with him before tryouts even began. 

He cared for the kids at school, the kids he taught and the kids he coached. He had a heart for the coming generation. He wanted them to have someone in their corner, and some kids don’t have that at home and he wants to be that. She got lovestruck in the past few months, sure she never planned on sleeping with him, she felt young again with how big of a crush she had. It went straight to her head, it all moved so fast. 

God if her mother were still here she could just hear the word “slut!” come out of her mouth if her mom found out what happened. But she wouldn’t care. She enjoyed it, and she was sure Sidney enjoyed it too. 

But still, she can’t help but think to herself what did I just do?

Sidney turns his head and sees that she’s also awake. Raising up he sees the time, 8:10. He doesn’t even care that he missed his morning workout session an hour late. He puts his arm around her and pulls her closer to him, tucking his head in her neck. With dry lips Sidney placed a tender lingering kiss on her hot skin.

It might be worth it for once, she thinks. 

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Comet City Chapter 2

Yandere Superhero vs Yandere Super villain p2

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I've given the reader shadow manipulation powers.

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You had the next day off, so you slept in a bit before heading out to run some errands. You wore a long sleeved sweater to hide the bruise Zenith had left behind.

First on your list was returning a book to the library and picking up another one. You entered, greeted by your old friend, Arlo the librarian. You have become friends over the years.

”Ah, my favorite reader.” He chuckles as he gets out from behind the desk to greet you. You hug him good morning, patting his back. You hand him the book before sauntering off to find a new book. Eventually, Arlo catches up to you and you start chatting.

”Late night?” He asks, pulling his cart up to start putting books away. 

“Tell me about it.” You groan playfully, plucking a book up to examine it. You two sit in a comfortable silence for a moment.

”So… My lunch break is going to start soon. Maybe we could get coffee?” He offers. You think a moment before nodding. You didn’t have too much to do and spending time with Arlo was always nice.

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Lunch with Arlo was nice. The two kept making each other laugh over a cup of coffee. You felt like you could be yourself with him, maybe it’s because he was just such a mellow guy.

”Well, I’ll have to get back soon.” He sighs, disappointed as he checks his watch. He gets up and offers you his hand to help you stand. Not thinking much of it, you take his hand and yelp when his fingers press into your bruise. He jumps, startled and alert.

”Oh, jeez, I’m sorry. I just, um…” You stutter before he grabs your wrist, his hold feather light.

”Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” Arlo says, panicking as he pushes up your sweater sleeve to examine your wrist for injury. He freezes when he notes the bruise. It had gotten better since last night but it was still really ugly. “What is this?”

“I… some drunk guy grabbed me as I was walking home last night. But I promise I’m okay.” You reassure him. Arlo shakes his head, pushing his glasses up as he turns your wrist to examine the bruise further.

”No! No, no, no… Who was this guy, what’s wrong with people nowadays?” He scoffs, tracing his fingertips over the finger shaped bruise on your wrist. Arlo was always a bit protective over you, he was just the kind of guy who cared a lot.

”I’m okay.” You chuckle, trying to reassure him as you pat his shoulder. “Just some creep. I chased him off and that was that.”

”… I should walk you home tonight. Saturdays are worse than Fridays.” Arlo huffs, allowing you to take your arms back. You sigh. If anyone was more stubborn than you, it’s him.

”I mean… okay, but-“

”No buts. I can walk you home.” He insists as you leave the cafe. You agree on where to meet up as soon and go your separate ways.

——

It’s been several days since then, with little to note.

You work for a newspaper called the Starlight Reads. Mostly it was just writing short articles about any feel-good updates for the city, like a new park opening or the heros latest big save. 

Your assignment today was to do an article for the unveiling of the renovated Hero Academy, apparently the same school Zenith attended many years ago according to what you remember him saying. It was a quick deadline, but your boss put a lot of pressure on getting it done in time. 

Due to your job, you had managed to snag a pass on the tour for students, parents, and anyone who was important and interested. The presentation came and went (while you took attentive notes). You hadn’t gotten inside before the renovations, but apparently there was a lot of new stuff like a courtyard and a soundproof building just for battle practice. The group was then released into the courtyard for refreshments and banter. You were surprised to not see any heros but you assumed they'd be here later.

You were seated at a picnic table, jotting down the rough draft while everything was fresh in your mind. You were going to network when you had the skeleton of the article done (you had spotted a few important shareholders who you could get a relevant comment from as well as a few notable potential students and their very important parents.)

You were so engrossed that you had almost missed a random woman shriek. You peered up, seeing a stark shadow across the courtyard. Slamming your laptop and shoving it into your bag, you looked up to see what was causing the commotion.

You knew a supervillain when you saw one; stupid edgy costume, cocky demeanor, and penchant for crashing important events. A dime a dozen around here, but nothing to be taken lightly. You tried to rack your brain for anything relevant as he descended from the sky.

He had some kind of a pack on his back, which housed six spider-like legs with little claws on the end that kept his feet a few inches off the ground. His costume was black and sleek, the eye plates of his mask glowing a neon green (how could he even see?) You paused when you heard what sounded like a thousand tiny footsteps. From every entrance to the courtyard, a mechanical spider the size of a cat scuttled in, black and glowing green from their joints like their presumably owner. Soon, everyone was surrounded.

You suddenly recognize him: Techbyte. All anyone knew about him was that he was the best of the best when it came to robotics and technology.

You looked around, counting maybe two hundred of these little things. The man didn’t speak as his mechanical spider legs gracefully carried him in front of the guests, who were now huddled together. 

“Sorry to crash the party.” He chuckles, his voice bent and distorted through some kind of filter. “But I have business here.”

No one spoke. You doubted anyone here had any experience handling a supervillain directly.  And the heros wouldn't be here anytime soon.

You stepped forward. Hopefully your experience talking down less super villains would come in handy. But those people were just desperate and angry. Techbyte wasn't like them. 

”What do you want?” You call out, trying to keep your voice firm and level. The man turned to you, cocking his head. He didn’t speak for a full minute, but you heard him mutter something under his breath, but whatever filter he put distorted whatever comment he made to the point of not being able to make it out.

“… To teach a lesson.” He finally says, carefully. 

“What lesson?” Someone calls back, a mother clutching her child close. These kids were mostly fresh out of middle school. They were from important families and likely coddled but they were still just kids.

“Silence.” He barks, before nodding to the nearest spider machine. In an instant, everything burst into chaos as the spiders marched, organized but in some unseen choreography. A small group stayed to wreck the courtyard while the rest marched into the buildings in single file lines.

Tables were flipped and dismantled, trees were surgically uprooted and thrown across the courtyard, you saw a punch bowl thrown at a chairman, it was just a mess. 

You tried to corrale everyone together, thinking of what to do. You’re not sure hurting anyone is this guy's goal, but… You’re pretty sure that punch bowl hit the chairman’s head based on a fat bruise you see forming there. A team of spider robots start dividing the group, dividing the group into four chunks with five spiders guarding each group as everyone is backed into areas. Ankles were nipped at and people were backed into groups.

You couldn’t just come out and save the day, because that would reveal your identity. But you couldn’t just let this happen, since someone could get hurt. You looked at the man responsible who was just… staring back. You couldn’t see his face but… you had the sense that he felt proud.

”Stop! At least let us leave, someone could get hurt. I don’t think we’re the ones you have a problem with!” You plead. For now all you could do was reason with him. He cocked his head, directing his mechanicals legs towards your group.

”I don’t care what happens to these people.” He says, gesturing vaguely to the other groups. “This city has only gotten worse since the introduction of hero’s. This academy is just the gem of the elite.”  

“T-the hero’s will be here! They’ll kick your butt!” A kid counters from another group, trembling. The man's head jerks to the little one, his head cocking to the other side as he traverses to them. You try to follow and de-escalate but a spider stabs it pincers into your ankle, a sharp warning. You can’t do anything but watch as this guy lifts the poor kid up by their ankle, his grip harsh.

You couldn’t just watch this. You slowly shuffle to the back of the group, away from everyone’s eyes. It helped that everyone was distracted. You turned to the cameras you had heard about in the courtyard. Good, the spiders seemed to have smashed all of them in. Activating your power, you quickly slice up the spiders guarding you with thin strands of your shadows. Without a word, you slip away, running to safety within a building. 

It appeared to have been intended to hold normal classes, but when you peer into any room, it’s trashed, pieces of desks and chairs everywhere. You duck into a ruined bathroom to pull out your phone and call the police. After that, you pull out your meager disguise and throw it on, trying not to fall over due to rushing. You didn’t want to be too late.

You run back to the courtyard, scanning around. The situation was how you left it and you spotted the kid, unharmed. A plan quickly formed in your head.

”Hey!” You call out to Techbyte. His head jerks to you, startled.

In a quick burst, you use shadow strands to vault yourself towards him, your feet landing right in the middle of his chest. His mechanical legs quickly get him level again but it gives you enough time to sprint away. Your goal was to lead him away from the crowd, and after that… well, you’d have to wing it until the heros get here, which you knew they would, especially after all the commotion. Checking your watch, this has been going on for… seven minutes. And it usually took ten for heros to show up to an situation they'd care about.

A sudden crashing sound and cheering in the courtyard let you know that the heroes likely beat their usual time, probably because of the stakes. The villain chucks a hunk of concrete at you, which clips your shoulder, causing you to cry out. He then tries to run away, likely to take care of the hero’s or cause more damage. Summoning strands of darkness, you hurl the concrete chunk back, hitting the back of his pack. He tumbles to the floor in a tangle of mechanical limbs and wires, his leg-pack slightly busted. He quickly gets back up to face you. The screen over his eyes was cracked in one spot, showing the hint of his eyes. He looked furious, like he just wanted to rip you to shreds. You clutched your shoulder, which was dripping with blood. It wasn’t broken but it was definitely dislocated.

You use your ability to hurl another piece of debris at him, but he swiftly dodges it and on his mechanical legs, skitters away. You doubt he’ll be getting far, so you let him go. You could afford a minute to tend to your wounds before hopping back in.

You let out an exhausted grunt, checking on your arm. You weren’t as invincible as some hero’s but you certainly could handle more damage. A normal human would’ve lost their arm completely from something like that. Relocating your shoulder was a bitch, but you had done it so many times you knew when it worked. 

You use your shadows to quickly maneuver back to the courtyard, where most of the spiders were fleeing or being torn apart by a team of three heroes; Zenith and his famous sidekicks. Everyone else seemed to have been directed to leave. You quickly head out, avoiding the rest of the fight. They could handle some mechanical spiders, but you followed the fleeing ones, to try to see where they were going. Maybe it could help you find where this guy was based.

But that seemed to be a loss too, as when you poked your head outside, you noticed the police shooting any spiders that had escaped. Damn.

You knew when you weren’t needed, so you made your way to a dark alley to take your disguise off. Joining the group was easy, telling them a half truth about running away and calling for help before escaping. No one seemed to question it and you got to write an article about it that made your boss pretty happy, which was featured in that day's afternoon news.

[ailithnight]

Ancient of Childhood Youngblood doesn't understand why Danny stops seeing him even though Danny is only 15 years alive and 1 year dead.

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There was supposed to be a whole chunk of writing to go with this. But I couldn't type it up at the time. So I typed up this draft to come back to later and then forgot about it for 2 months. So now I definitely don't remember all the pretty words I had planned out. Figured I might as well release this as a prompt instead.

Details I do remember:

The area that the Portal opened into is basically The Nursery of the Infinite Realms. Meaning basically everyone there is a baby ghost.

Youngblood is not a baby ghost though. But being the Ancient of Childhood, and usually only visible to the children. The Nursery is naturally his domain.

When an Ancient gets really old and weary of being an Ancient, they reincarnate. A new life is like a vacation, very refreshing and they'll come back after it ready to take up their responsibilities again.

Ancients always exist in pairs. Time has Space. Dreams has Reality. The Growth has The Freeze. These forces work in tandem and balance each other out.

A natural kind of cycle has developed such that 2 Ancients of the same pair never reincarnate at the same time. They take turns.

Youngblood's counterpart is they Ancient of Caretaking. They are the only adult that can see Youngblood despite being an adult.

Usually they'd be in The Nursery with Youngblood. Doing as they do. Taking Care of the children. But they went for their reincarnation cycle several decades ago and hasn't made it back yet.

So for now Youngblood is the only "adult ghost" in The Nursery. "Adult ghost" in quotations because Youngblood's nature as the Ancient of Childhood prevents him from ever really acting as an adult ghost. At most, he can act as a slightly older big brother.

Normally this wouldn't be an issue.

The Nursery is at the heart of the Realms. It's the safest area in the whole Infinite.

Youngblood is good at keeping the babies in the safe area, playing all sorts of games with them so they don't even feel the need to wander off into the "boring" adult areas. At least, he was good at it. Until those scientists/hunters tore open a portal directly into that heart of the Realms. Suddenly the babies are slipping out into the Finite Realm to play and Youngblood is not at all equipped to play the responsible parent role and wrangle them back in.