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Mafia Book #2 - PART II - The Withered Rose - Chapter 1 - I'm a ruin

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PART II - The Withered Rose

Chapter 1 - I'm a ruin

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~Chan’s POV~

~4 years ago~

What the fuck is going on…?

Everything feels… blurred.

Like I’m in a state of inertia.

Ugh… My head hurts so bad. Why won’t Felix wake up?

“Felix…” I mutter, aware that it won’t make any difference. Felix is not going to wake up any time soon, according to Jeongin. Not with the wounds he has. “Why the fuck haven’t you worn a bulletproof vest?”

Of course, Felix stays silent, his eyes still closed. He looks peaceful, like he’s sleeping.

Well, I guess he is sleeping.

“Brother, you can’t go like this…” I mutter again. “You have to wake up soon so I can scold you properly. I’ll give you a good beating once you’re healthy again. How dare you be so careless during our most important mission?”

I sigh.

Damn, this is fucking hard. I feel my eyes getting all watery. I clear my throat, trying to swallow the tears back.

“Uhm… Minho killed Scarlet Rose’s Boss, by the way. He’s the best, isn’t he? And then he found Hyo… and you…”

I breathe in a bit, trying to calm myself. Hyunjin will be here soon, and I have to be composed when he gets here. He can’t see me in this state.

“… We… I lost… Everything, Felix. Emilia… She betrayed you. She betrayed us. It’s so hard to believe though… Minho is out to get her right now, and we’ll get revenge for what she put you through… Fuck.” I curse, as a tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away immediately.

What am I supposed to do when Minho brings her?

Do I shoot her? Can I even do that?

“Chan?” Hyunjin’s voice drags me out of my head, and I look up. He seems… horribly distraught. We all are.

“Oh, Jinnie. You’re here.”

“Yeah.” He swallows and avoids looking at Felix’s bed. “You can go rest for a bit…”

“Thanks.” I force a smile and head towards the kitchen.

“Chris!” Hyo exclaims. “How are you? How’s Felix?”

Jeongin is bandaging her leg, and I am once again reminded of what Emilia has done to them.

“Felix is okay. Hyunjin’s with him. How are you two? Is the wound deep?”

“Mhm. But it’s gonna heal well.” Jeongin replies, avoiding my gaze. “We’re done here.”

He stands up and looks like he wants to leave. He must also have a lot on his mind, but in times like this, being alone is not a good idea.

“How about we order something to eat?” I suggest, and Hyo nods enthusiastically. “Jeongin?”

“… okay.” He replies and sits down, so I follow him.

We all stay silent for way too many minutes. No one really wants to say anything. We are distressed after all the trust we had has been completely shattered.

“It’s been such a shit day, hasn’t it?” Hyo speaks after a while.

“Mhm. I think this is the first time we’ve ever successfully finished a mission and felt so shitty afterwards.” I try to joke, but the words I speak sound weird, like I’m dragging them out.

“I can’t believe Emilia did that to us…” Hyo says in return, and she starts crying again. She’s been crying almost non-stop since we got back from the Rose Manor, and everything that went down keeps running through my head repeatedly.

Not only am I extremely sad, but it’s also really hard to contain my anger.

How dare Emilia shoot Felix and Hyo?

How did it end up like this?

What signs did I miss?

We don’t say anything anymore. It’s difficult to speak when words sound so distorted. Hyo lost a friend, Jeongin lost someone he truly cherished, and I… I lost everything I’ve ever loved.

I’m not sure I’m ready to confront Emilia yet.

I hope Minho is going to take a little while longer to find her…

We eat in silence — or rather, we play with the food, for no one has any appetite — and when we’re done, I stand up and clean everything. It’s easier to keep my mind busy this way, forcing it to think about pointless stuff like where the forks should go and how to fit each tray in the trash can so that it looks somewhat pleasing and arranged. Even if it’s just thrash, everything needs to have an order, especially since my mind is so erratic.

When I return to the table, the same deafening silence greets me as I sit back down. We’ve never looked so bad before, and I certainly have never felt this way. Jeongin looks like a train hit him, and Hyo… She actually looks surprisingly collected.

Maybe she’s just blocking out the bad memories to protect her mind.

Damn.

How did things get this fucked?

How…?

I’m about to say something, to attempt to be a leader and reassure my team that everything is going to be fine, even if Hyo was close to losing her leg, Jeongin’s heart is broken, and I don’t feel like myself anymore. I want to open my mouth, but words don’t have enough time to come out as we all hear the front door open hastily.

Is Minho back?

Did he already find her?

I feel myself sweat and hope it’s not Minho. Looking down at my hands, I realise they are in fists, my nails pressed against my palms. It’s not even painful. I can’t feel anything but an impending sense of doom.

It can’t be Minho already. It’s been too little time.

I’m not ready to kill her.

We turn our heads towards the entrance of the kitchen, our stares blank, and wait. Seconds are passing by so slowly; it feels like forever.

Emilia?

“Emilia?!” Jeongin exclaims and gets up, running towards her to embrace her.

Fuck, if only I could, too.

No, what am I thinking about?

I can’t. Hyo’s burning gaze tells me as much. She did something unforgivable.

I have to be strong and see past my love for her.

I have to.

“Chan, how’s Felix?!” Emilia asks. She’s a good actress, and I almost chuckle. She looks so worried, it’s funny, even. My anxiety is slowly melting away, replaced by something else. An emotion almost stronger.

Anger.

“Shade… bold of you to walk in here like this.” I say, and notice confusion written all over her face. I must be imagining things.

The human brain is a funny thing. You hope to see something to the point where you actually see it, even if it’s not there.

Emilia can’t possibly be worried. She shot Hyo and Felix. She is just trying to play with me again.

Anger.

“I don’t know what you-”

Does she think I wouldn’t find out about what she’s done?

I’m baffled.

“I’m barely holding myself together right now. Please, tell me… what the fuck did you do to Felix and Hyo?”

“I- I didn’t do anything!” She almost screams, and I’m seething with rage.

Don’t let her fool you.

Don’t let her get under your skin.

“Hyo, she’s the one-”

“She’s lying!” Hyo screams at the top of her lungs, tears streaming down her face once again. “After what you’ve done to us, you dare to come back here?! How could you shoot me and Felix?”

“What?! I didn’t- Chan, you have to believe me. Look, she-”

I can’t hear this any longer. Each word Emilia says angers me to no end, and I’ve never in my life felt the need to slap someone so badly. I need her to shut up before I lose my cool.

I need her to just shut up.

“Get out.” Is what I say instead, hoping she’d just listen. If only she does, I might not have to kill her. She could just go. I would let her go. I would let her leave.

Fuck.

This is so hard.

Please leave.

My consciousness is fighting a harsh battle between the anxiety bubbling in my stomach, the boiling anger in my head and the heartbreak in my chest. It’s harder and harder to keep my composure, to stay strong.

If only she left.

“Wh.. what?” She asks hesitantly, and when I look into her eyes, my heart breaks. Despite what she’s done, I still love her. I bite my lip and muster all my energy to drive her away before I do something I’d regret.

I’m losing this battle I’m fighting, and I can feel everything slip away through my fingers.

Leave.

“You heard me. Get the fuck out of here and never come back.”

“But- but Chris-” She tries to come close to me, to touch me, but I can’t let her do that. She’s played me for far too long.

Fuck.

Just fucking go, Emilia.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” I say, my voice barely coming out of my chest.

It hurts.

Please go.

Please.

I plead in my head, but she just won’t fucking back down.

She tries to touch me again, and I feel myself erupting like a volcano. I slap her, but she just keeps.fucking.coming.

“I said, DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!” I scream so loud, my words are ringing in my ears, and I shove her away from me with all my force. It feels like she’s trying to provoke me, and I’ve never been angrier.

I’ve never lost my composure like this before.

My anger won, and it’s all her fault.

It’s all her fault.

If I say it enough times, maybe I’ll believe it. It would make sense that I slapped her.

She tried to kill Felix.

She shot Hyo.

It’s all her fault.

Yes… I have to do this.

I have to…

… I have to kill her…

“Chan-” Jeongin tries to intervene, but I won’t have it.

“Go check on Felix, will you?” I command harshly and watch Jeongin get out of the room reluctantly.

I breathe in a couple times and try to calm myself down, but then I look at Hyo again, who’s still crying, and every time I close my eyes, all I can see is Felix’s body lying on the bed, so I just can’t look at Emilia anymore.

I hate her.

I love her.

I hate her.

I hate her so much.

I love her.

Fuck, why is this so confusing? If only she’d just fucking go!

“For what you’ve done, I should kill you right here and now. You somehow managed to make me fall for you. How stupid was I?!” I pull out my gun and point it to her head. My grip is so hard, it hurts. The gun is pressing into my palm, into the little crescents made by my fingernails, and it hurts.

It hurts.

My chest hurts.

Or is it my hand?

My hand hurts.

I…

What is going on?

It’s like I’m in the grey zone.

I so desperately want to kill her, to avenge Felix and Hyo, but my hand is trembling way too much and just won’t move when I try to press my finger on the trigger. I just have to pull the trigger, and everything will be over.

Pull the trigger.

Just DO IT!!!

…

I can’t do it.

Why?

I so desperately want her to live as well, to find out it’s all been a hoax, a horrible nightmare. I want to wake up tomorrow next to her, I want her to whisper in my ear that she loves me, just as she’s done so many times, and I want to find out that somehow this day never happened.

I once saw a picture of an on the internet. It said ‘Today has been cancelled. Go back to bed.’

Maybe today was not real. Nothing – nothing happened. We’ve never had that mission. Emilia is not on her knees in front of me, trembling.

Fuck, how can she look at me like this?

How can a guilty person have these eyes?

Today… didn’t happen.

Or- if it happened… if this nightmare is real… I want someone to tell me that Emilia hasn’t done anything. I want to hug and kiss her, and I want to get on my knees and apologise for slapping her, and I want her to be mad at me for a while, and then to make up, and kiss, and make love, and be just like we’ve always been.

But I can’t do either of these things.

This is not a nightmare.

This has been a real day, and Emilia’s done all the things I prayed were false… and Felix and Hyo are living proof of that.

“How could you betray them?! How could you betray me, hm?!”

“I never-”

I don’t want to kill her.

I can’t.

And I also don’t want to forgive her.

I can’t.

So, I will do something else. I will threaten her, I will make sure she runs far and stays away, because she can’t be here any longer. I can’t bear it.

I’m not… strong enough.

“You look so pathetic. And you are worthless. It wouldn’t even be fun killing you at this point.” I force harsh words out of my throat, and I bend down, grabbing a handful of her hair, forcing her to look at me.

It hurts.

“I’m gonna give you some time to pull yourself together… and when your world’s sweetest, I’ll hunt you down with everything I have. You hear me? This shall be fun. We can even put your pretty head on display somewhere in the garden when the time comes, why not? That’s what rats deserve.”

I watch her, and wait for her to say something, anything.

But she doesn’t.

“Not gonna say anything, doll? Then, get the fuck out of my house already, will you? You fucking traitor.” I push her away and turn around, wiping my hands with some discarded napkins from the table.

Keep your composure.

I can’t look at her anymore, because if I do, I might just take it all back.

I need to be strong. I need to be the leader Stray Kids deserves.

My knees are trembling so bad, I don’t think I can be in this room any longer. I signal Hyo to follow me, and we head towards the door together. I refuse to look back, and I try to ignore Emilia’s cries.

Keep your composure.

Don’t look back.

Keep your composure.

Jeongin has changed.

He looks like he aged 10 years in just under a week, and he absolutely loathes me.

I don’t blame him. I hate myself just as much, if not more.

He believes Emilia to be innocent, and he doesn’t hesitate to voice that out anytime he sees me. But… How can that be? How could she be innocent in all of this? Who shot Hyo and Felix, if Emilia is innocent?

No… don’t think about this.

It’s Emilia’s fault for betraying me.

I shake my head and look at Felix, trying to focus on him, otherwise this tension is going to end up breaking me. He is still asleep.

Keep your composure.

“God, Lix, how much longer are you going to sleep?!”

I sigh and let my head fall on the back of the armchair, letting the world go black.

Huh?

I hastily wake up from my slumber as a raspy cough interrupts my dreamless sleep.

“Felix?!” I get up immediately, grabbing Felix’ hand.

“Chris…” He takes his other hand and places it on his chest. I wonder how much it hurts… “Fuck.”

“I’m so glad you’re awake, brother.”

“How much was I out for?”

“A little bit under a week. We weren’t sure if you were gonna make it.”

“And Emilia?” He asks, and I freeze. “Where is she, is she okay?”

Why?

Why is he saying her name?

No…

Was Jeongin… right?

“Why… would you ask about her…?”

“She was… fuck, this hurts… she was stabbed… Hyo turned on her…”

“Felix… What are you saying…? Didn’t she shoot you?”

“What?!” Felix tries to sit up, but the pain in his chest must be too great, for he immediately lays back down and covers his chest again with his palm with a groan. “No… it was Hyo… damn, she got a number on us. I remember opening that door and Emilia bleeding badly… then Hyo’s weapon pointed at me… I just remember… hearing two shots…”

“No… this can’t be… it was Shade… she shot you…”

I shake my head in denial.

No…

No way…

No…

Was it Hyo’s scheme all this time?

But why?

Why?

Why didn’t I pay more attention?

“No, hyung… Emilia would never… fuck, she was hurt so badly, I was so scared seeing Hyo… She is frightening when she wants to kill someone.”

“But… it makes no sense… Please tell me you’re misremembering, Lix… please.” I cry, my voice hoarse.

No.

This can’t be happening.

I couldn’t have fucked up so badly, could I?

I close my eyes shut and remember my dad’s advice, and I feel myself wanting to scream. I want to break something, to grab a blade and slit my wrists, to somehow reverse time and not be so naïve…

But I can’t.

Is there any way to make this better? To fix things?

Is there?

“Chan…?” Felix asks. He seems concerned. “What did you do…?”

“Hyo… is in the kitchen…” I reply, and Felix’ gaze darkens.

“And Emi…?”

I look at Felix and the words are stuck in my throat.

I have no idea where she is.

Why did I turn her away?

Why didn’t I believe her?

I didn’t even give her a chance to explain herself.

I didn’t-

“Chan… where is Emilia?”

It’s my fault.

Fuck, it’s all my fault.

“Felix… I… I fucked up.” I confess, tears spilling out of my eyes uncontrollably. “I thought she- I thought she shot you, so I…”

Felix squeezes my hand and waits for me to stop crying. It takes a while, but I finally manage to calm myself down enough.

“What… will you do about it, hyung…?”

I force a smile and pat his leg two times, standing up, as it suddenly becomes clear.

I know exactly what I must do.

I go in the kitchen and look at the fucking traitor. She’s just eating, like she hasn’t ruined my whole life in a span of 2 weeks.

Did she ruin my life?

Or did I just ruin it myself?

Of course, I’m aware she’s not the only guilty one. It’s just easier to blame someone else.

It’s Hyo’s fault.

It’s not.

I know it’s not.

It’s my fault for believing her.

It’s my fault.

I am to blame as much as her, for not even listening to Emilia’s side of the story.

But I will make things right.

Like they should’ve been in the first place.

“Channie, how’s Lix?” She smiles.

How can you show me that smile, Hyo?

After what you’ve done to me… how can you be so cruel?

Fake.

It was all fake.

“Chan, is everything alright…?”

No, Hyo. But it will be.

I pick up her revolver from the table, and surprise surprise, there are only 3 bullets out of 6 in it.

Tsk. You were so confident you didn’t even bother reloading it.

How little did you think of me, Hyo?

I want to laugh.

“Felix woke up.”

“Wh… what did you say?”

“It’s funny, really.”

“What’s funny, Hyung?” Jisung asks.

I didn’t even notice he was in the room.

Oh, Jeongin is here too.

Whatever.

It doesn’t matter.

“You guys all know how my dad was betrayed by the one partner he trusted the most… I can’t believe… I got myself tricked the same exact way.”

“Channie, whatever Felix said…”

Shut the fuck up.

Shut up, Hyo.

I open fire, and I shoot her three times.

One for shooting Felix, one for fooling me, and one… for Emilia.

I look at Hyo’s lifeless body and my heart has never throbbed so much before. In a span of just two weeks, I lost the love of my life, I lost my sister and I almost lost my best friend.

How could I be so stupid?

“God, what did I do?!” I let out.

Emilia… she will come back, right?

“She tried to tell you…” Jeongin says, but I barely hear him, because I notice something new. Blood.

There’s dried blood on the wall. A lot of it.

Felix said that she was badly hurt. Is this blood … hers?

No… it can’t be…

“No… No, no no! Where is this blood from?!”

Why isn’t anyone saying anything?

Fuck.

Fuck!!!

Is this Emilia’s blood?!

No…

No way…

“Jeongin! Answer me! Where is this blood from?”

He still stays silent.

“That’s… no… fuck… she was hurt and I… What did I do?!”

I don’t even notice how hard I’m crying, nor do I care. I just stand up and take it out on the poor wall. I hit it over and over and over and over again, until I can’t feel my knuckles anymore. I actually can’t even feel anything besides this crippling pain in my chest, suffocating me.

What did I do?

FUCK!

What did I do?!

“Please… Jeongin… you know where she is, don’t you? You… you helped her, right? That’s where you’ve been leaving these past days…” I plead with him, hoping that I’m right at least with this thing. Minho told me something, hinting that it’s very likely Jeongin has been taking care of Emilia, but…

“You knew?” I.N avoids my gaze. “And didn’t say anything…?”

Yes! Okay! She’s alive! Good!

I can make things better.

I can fix this.

I can fix us!

I can… I can change everything.

Just wait, Emilia! I will come for you, and I will make it all just like it was.

“Where is she?”

“She… she didn’t make it, Hyung.”

… what?

No… this can’t be…

Did I hear right…?

No.

He’s lying.

He must be lying.

I’m angry again.

“Don’t lie to me, goddammit!”

“I helped her! But she… fuck. I couldn’t save her!”

“No… no, this can’t be. NO!” I scream and scream, but no matter how loud I do it, it won’t change anything.

I can’t change shit.

I ruined everything, and I can’t make it better.

She’s dead.

“Why… did she die?” I summon up all the force left in my body to ask this.

She’s dead.

Because of me.

“… Stab wound…”

“Her body… where… where is it?”

“I buried her… before coming here…”

“This… can’t be… Jeongin, please. Please tell me you’re lying. Please…”

“We can go to her grave, Chan…”

“But…” I shake my head. I still don’t want to believe it. “ You’re… you’re lying, right? Tell me you’re lying…”

“I’m really sorry.” He shakes his head, and suddenly, everything around me seems to disappear. It dissolves into nothing. It’s blurred. There’s a loud ring in my ears.

It hurts.

Emilia is dead.

And I helped kill her.

Jeongin decides to treat my wounds first, so he bandages my knuckles tightly. They don’t hurt. I can’t feel them. I can’t feel anything anymore despite a slight sting in my chest.

We drive for a little while and he brings me to a hill. An improvised grave overlooks the fields below, and the ground looks freshly dug.

I don’t want to believe that the love of my life is laying down there, a few metres deep in the cold ground, by herself.

I failed you, Emilia.

It’s all my fault.

It’s surreal. I really can’t believe she’s actually there. I want to dig the hole again, just to check, but of course, I can’t do that and disrespect Emilia once again.

After all, I didn’t respect her enough when she was alive, so I have no right to do anything and disturb her dead body too.

I try to choke back a sob but fail miserably as I fall to my knees and scream and shout and cry so hard, until my voice is completely gone, and no tears are falling anymore.

I want to crawl in Emilia’s grave and bury myself next to her and simply disappear. I would never get up from the ground. I don’t deserve to keep on living after what I’ve done to the love of my life.

However, Jeongin doesn’t let me give up. He helps me up and forces me back to the car, and the whole drive back is a blur.

Everything is a blur.

I don’t understand anything anymore.

I just want to forget.

The pain in my heart is way too great to bear, to the point where it’s simply killing me.

Unless I get rid of these feelings, I won’t be able to keep going.

I have to… let it all go.

I have to grow numb to protect myself. And… I have to protect everyone around me, to prevent a tragedy like this from happening again.

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Days are all blurred into each other. A horrible routine under grey skies between the cold walls of what was once a happy place.

My heart’s been missing for so long, nothing hurts any longer.

Nothing feels any different, no matter what I do.

Even if I’m spending time with Stray Kids, which I used to enjoy so much; even if I’m killing somebody; hell, even if I hurt myself, forcing a blade into my skin over and over again to draw blood, I just don’t feel anything anymore.

There is no more pain.

There is nothing, nothing inside of me anymore.

Is this the consequence of growing completely numb?

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work.

That’s all I seem to be doing lately.

I just work.

I can’t stop working, because if I dare to stop, my mind gets empty enough to leave room for thoughts I am not prepared to face.

Will I ever be prepared?

Nothing is ever changing.

Nothing.

No matter how much time passes.

Everything in me died already, so… what is the point in doing anything?

What is the point?

Nothing is changing.

I’ve been sucked into a black hole and I just

can’t

get

out

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Love is real I invented it -Danny Words: 2,241 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Crumbs' -by Belaganas

VIII: Somebody Sedate Me!

Ara is looking at her reflection in the mirror with tension. What was that outburst she had with Percy? It's like he and Lily pull a trigger in her that she's yet to find.

She wants them to be proud of what she's accomplished, so why can't they be glad for once? Having a child of Olympus on their side during the war with Kronos would've made all the difference, why are they so pressed about it now?

Learn the difference between concern and distrust, says Lily's voice in her head.

Though they're not that different from each other. Both come from the same thought: This prophecy is beyond Ara's skills.

She brushes her damp hair (she took a shower to cool off), and puts on a camp half-blood shirt, then she grabs her cosmetic set and stares at it, she wears makeup when she needs to feel better. Now is one of those days.

When she arrives at the meeting, she's the only one who made an effort to look more than just well-rested and that cheers her up, Generals should look neater than their army.

It's the first time the seven gather with no one else around, except Ara and Coach Hedge. She makes her way to the head of the table and pulls back a chair at the same time Percy reaches for it. She looks at him thinking Are you kidding me?, but a second later her brother mumbles an apology and sits next to Annabeth.

Ara looks at the group trying to gather her thoughts. They do seem intimidating, but Ara's interacted with them in such domestic settings that to her they just look like kids. "Anything we should know about the expeditions?"

"Well, maybe the part where we ran into Nemesis," Hazel suggests.

Ara's got so many things in her mind she'd forgotten about Nemesis, but now that Hazel brought it up, she can feel the piece of paper the goddess handed to her burning through her pocket.

Leo and Hazel share their adventure, and Ara uttered no word. What she got out of that encounter is of no use to the others—and then Annabeth, Frank, and Percy talk about their quest, but nothing worth remembering comes out of it.

"So where to now?" Leo takes a bite of his pizza. "Ara and I did a quick repair job to get us out of the lake, but there's still a lot of damage. We should really put down again and fix things right before we head across the Atlantic."

"We need to put some distance between us and Camp Jupiter," Percy replies. "Frank spotted some eagles over Salt Lake City. We figure the Romans aren't far behind us."

"I don't suppose we should go back and try to reason with the Romans?" Piper offers. "Maybe—maybe I didn't try hard enough with the charmspeak."

"That won't cut it," Ara replies, perhaps too harshly. "For charmspeak to work, they have to find you appealing. I don't think they feel like cuddling us at the moment."

Jason tries to lift his girlfriend's spirits. "It wasn't your fault, Pipes. Or Leo's. Whatever happened, it was Gaea's doing, to drive the two camps apart."

"Maybe if we could explain that, though—"

"With no proof?" Annabeth raises a brow. "And no idea what really happened? I appreciate what you're saying, Piper. I don't want the Romans on our bad side, but until we understand what Gaea's up to, going back is suicide."

"She's right," Hazel speaks hoarsely. She's having the worst seasick case ever but tries hard to keep it together. "Reyna might listen, but Octavian won't. The Romans have honor to think about. They've been attacked. They'll shoot first and ask questions post-hac."

Ara plays with the last pieces of veggies on her plate. "Then we stick to our original plan, and we look for Nico."

Hazel's anxiety causes precious stones to gather around her plate. "Nemesis said we have only six days until Nico dies and Rome is destroyed."

"You mean Rome Rome, not New Rome?" Jason asks.

"I think, but if so, that's not much time."

"Why six days?" Percy questions. "And how are they going to destroy Rome?"

"July first," Ara comments like it's obvious.

"What?" Her brother stares at her blankly.

Ara rolls her eyes. "All the stuff that's happened, Gaea's done them on important dates of our calendars. The winter solstice, the feast of fortune... the Kalends of July is a special occasion because," she pushes a piece of broccoli forward. "In Rome, that day's dedicated to Juno. Which is weird, 'cause I feel like that should be during the Kalends of June, but whatever—"

"How do you know all this?" Percy frowns.

Ara eats the piece of broccoli and points at Jason with her fork. "He's been teaching me Roman history for the past six months."

"Okay... so that connects to Nico... in what way?"

"We are six days away from July first," she frowns. "Nico's literal deadline lands on a big day for annoying people—the Romans—and Gaea likes to taint our big celebrations, so maybe she's using him as bait."

"I've been seeing some things in my knife," Piper blurts out of nowhere.

Frank gulps down his food with difficulty. "Things such as..?"

"They don't really make sense, just garbled images, but I saw two giants, dressed alike. Maybe twins."

"Twins, like in Ella's prophecy," Annabeth points out. "If we could figure out those lines, it might help."

"Wisdom's daughter walks alone," Percy recites. "The Mark of Athena burns through Rome. Annabeth, that's got to mean you. Juno told me... well, she said you had a hard task ahead of you in Rome. She said she doubted you could do it. But I know she's wrong."

"Reyna was about to tell me something right before the ship fired on us. She said there was an old legend among the Roman praetors—something that had to do with Athena. She said it might be the reason Greeks and Romans could never get along."

"Nemesis mentioned something similar," Leo says. "She talked about an old score that had to be settled—"

"The one thing that might bring the gods' two natures into harmony," Hazel quotes. "'An old wrong finally avenged.'"

"I was only a praetor for about two hours," Percy sighs, playing with his food like Ara does. "Jason, you ever heard a legend like that?"

"I... uh, I'm not sure," he says. "I'll give it some thought."

Percy and Ara both look at him with the same scowl. "You're not sure?" Percy repeats.

Ara could've pressured Jason into talking, but before she can, Hazel intervenes. "What about the other lines? Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death."

"Giants' bane stands gold and pale," Frank continues, "Won through pain from a woven jail."

"Giants' bane," Leo hums. "Anything that's a giants' bane is good for us, right? That's probably what we need to find. If it can help the gods get their schizophrenic act together, that's good."

"We can't kill the giants without the help of the gods," Percy muses.

"I thought you guys killed that one giant in Alaska without a god's help, just the two of you," Jason points to Frank and Hazel.

"Alcyoneus was a special case. He was only immortal in the territory where he was reborn—Alaska. But not in Canada. I wish I could kill all the giants by dragging them across the border from Alaska into Canada, but..." Frank sighs. "Percy's right, we'll need the gods."

"Oh!" Ara snaps her fingers, putting two and two together. "They took him!"

Frank frowns. "Come again?"

"Twins snuff out the angel's breath, Who holds the key to endless death," Ara recites again, looking at her sister. "In your vision, were the twins guarding something?"

Piper tries to remember. "I think they were... pulling up a large vase from a pit?"

"Was it large enough to fit a thin person in it?"

"You're not saying..." Hazel starts fearfully.

Ara's gaze darkens. "Your brother was looking for the doors of death, maybe he found them and knows how to close them, but they caught him before he could tell us."

"Di Angelo," Percy groans in realization, running a hand over his face. "Twins snuff out the angel's breath..."

Ara nods. "If Nico's been captured because he found the doors, rescuing him has to be our priority."

"Which is going to take us straight to those twins," Annabeth points out.

"Whom we can't defeat unless we get the giant's bane beforehand," Percy adds. "Whatever that is."

"And we must get all that before the Kalends of July, or everything will go wrong," Ara concludes with a sigh. "I'm not loving the tight scheduling..."

They stay quiet for a moment, trying to think of a different meaning to those lines, but nothing comes to them. In any case, going to Rome is what they were supposed to do since the start.

"So..." Leo drags his chair back once he finishes his food. "First things first, I guess. We'll have to put down in the morning to finish repairs."

"Someplace close to a city," Annabeth says, "in case we need supplies. But somewhere out of the way, so the Romans will have trouble finding us. Any ideas?"

"Well," Piper leans on the table. "How do you guys feel about Kansas?"

"Lights out! Settle down! Try to sneak out, and I'll smack you back to Long Island!"

Ara opens her cabin door angrily. "Coach! If you don't stop yelling you'll finish the quest as a potted plant!"

"Who're you calling a potted plant, Jackson? I'm a carnivorous one!"

"Those can be potted too, you jacka—"

"Someone needs a nap!" Leo comes out of his room, which is right in front of Ara's—definitely on purpose—and stops her before she kills the satyr. "It's alright, Coach, we're all tucked in, stop yelling."

"I don't see you tucked in, Valdez."

"Hedge, I swear," Ara says through gritted teeth, but Leo stands between them.

"I'm wearing my finest PJs, man, c'mon, knock it out," he guides the satyr towards his cabin.

Hedge gives in, though he gives out warnings as he goes. He stops before entering his room and points at them squinting. "You two—straight to bed."

"Unbelievable," Ara mutters, re-entering her room and leaving her door open.

As expected, when Coach Hedge leaves, Leo goes to his door and closes it loudly from the outside, then slips into Ara's room as quietly as possible. Ara crawls under the covers of her bed and Leo sits at the foot of it, his right leg hanging from the side.

He's got his crooked smirk that unsettles adults on his face, but he won't do anything unless Ara lets him, and right now all she wants is sleep. She curls up and buries one hand under her pillow.

"Not bad for our first day, huh?" He says.

Ara chuckles. "Not what I had in mind, to be honest."

Leo squeezes her calf over the covers. "You handled it well. I'm proud of you."

"Thank you," she yawns. "You were great too."

"If those lines in Annabeth's prophecy are about Di Angelo..." he starts carefully. "Isn't it a bad idea to play along?"

Ara frowns. "You think we shouldn't save Nico?"

"We don't know for sure he's been taken—"

"Exactly," she interrupts him. "We're going to Kansas first, we could find something there that proves my theory wrong."

Leo nods, he doesn't want to upset her, so he changes the subject. "Well... I don't know about you, but I'm not sleepy yet."

Ara laughs and quickly tries to cover the noise even though it isn't loud. She sits up to face him properly. "Just ask, Leo."

"Can I stay?" He scoots closer. "I'll behave, obviously, I don't want your brother to gut me..."

Ara presses a palm against his chest, and his heart races at her touch. She should tell him about the curse since it concerns him too, but his heartbeat is so fast and he glows golden so brightly... she doesn't want to ruin his happiness, at least not tonight.

"You know, I think I understand Echo," she whispers.

"Hm?" Leo struggles to focus on her words, even though his eyes are on her lips.

"You can love yourself a lot," Ara explains, "but if you're genuinely in love with someone, you'll stay beside them, even if they give you sorrows. Echo sees something worth saving in Narcissus because she loves him, and you can't listen to reason when that happens."

Leo leans his forehead on hers. "But he already died once and it did nothing to make him reconsider."

"He's been cursed," Ara's voice quivers. "He can't change his fate alone. You're right, Echo's very strong and brave for staying by his side, considering she has no powers, no..." she chokes a little. "No answers."

Leo moves to look at her. "You okay?"

Ara wraps her arms around Leo and buries her face on his neck. "I lied. I got scared when you attacked me—and my ribs still hurt, and I don't like Hazel, and Percy's mad at me..."

Leo's guts twist with guilt, and Ara feels it right away. "Crap, I'm so sorry—I should've—"

She pulls the emotion out of him with her empath touch. "I was scared for you, Leo, not me," the girl assures him. "I'm telling you this... because you said we could lean on each other. Please, don't forget it."

"I won't," Leo tilts his head, staring at her with soft, loving eyes. "Wanna lean on me first?"

Her soul-light brightens and she buries her face in his neck again. "Yes."

"Alright," Leo grins and kisses the top of her head. "You know... I wouldn't mind living through a thousand shitty days like this one if it meant I'd hold you like this every night."

Her heart squeezes with unease. "I know."

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Song of the Sea: Chapter 10: Note of Courage

Chapter warning: canon typical violence, dirty jokes Series warning: explicit smut, alien anatomy (it's a monsterfucker fic, guys), major character injury, grief, canon typical violence, autistic meltdowns, and my terrible attempts at Mando'a

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Echo was coaching Omega on using the bow she'd stolen from the slavers, using a target in the corner of the bar. They'd taken the last couple days for Hunter to decide if this was really the life they were going to proceed with, haunting the back booth in turns.

Hunter had already taken the others' concerns into consideration, but tapped the table lightly to get Shiani's attention from the datapad Echo had given her. She'd been very doggedly distracting herself since the slaver mission with any and everything she could research. Tech answered her followup questions, the two of them having turned inseparable since the rancor incident. If Hunter hadn’t felt bad for Shiani after Tech’s rejection, he’d have found it charming.

"Shiani? What do you make of Cid?"

She looked up, glancing at the trandoshan across the bar. "... selfish hearts." She finally said. "As long as we help her, though, she’ll help us. It protects her investment. Not love or loyalty though, just business." She finally shrugged.

"You can tell that much?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I can feel hearts.." She nodded. "Cid feels like the siren high council. Scared, desperate, and selfish."

Tech frowned from the scanner he was working on as she wordlessly handed him a small screwdriver. "That is not encouraging."

"Better than the Empire." She made a face. "They’ll definitely kill us. Cid only might."

He studied her profile as she went back to the datapad. He’d never asked much about her abilities, delighted instead that she listened to him ramble without interruption. He was beginning to regret he hadn’t learned as much as he taught with her, though now there were so many more pressing things at hand now. They’d been working on modifications around the ship together for the last couple days, trying to make sure it was undetectable by the Empire. He’d shown her how he’d scrambled the signal on Pantora, and was pleasantly surprised she suggested a few upgrades to the rear shields that he hadn’t previously considered. And she still made time for his siblings, currently memorizing the specs for Echo’s scomp link so she could repair it when need arose. She’d made the target Omega was shooting at, to Hunter’s specifications. She’d even tried wrestling with Wrecker, and surprised him with how strong she actually was. Those tentacles could pin even his arms to his sides.

She wasn't just Tech's friend now. She was all the Batch's friend, and he was… bothered. Maybe not jealous, she certainly needed more friends and his squad was trustworthy, but there was something disappointing about no longer being the only one who made her eyes light up. It was the exact opposite of what he was logically sure was best for her. He wouldn’t act on it, for her best interest, but he couldn’t get it to go away no matter how hard he tried to squash it down.

I did not anticipate that I would feel this way.

Shiani looked back at her datapad, handing him his soldering iron with her tentacle as she did. "Cid’s coming."

Sure enough, the trandoshan was headed over to them grumpily. "Hey. I got a job for you guys. Big credits."

"We're still not sure if we're in or not." Hunter said mildly.

"Of course you're in. I just told you you're in. You space cowboys know what a command droid is, right?"

The men nodded. Shiani glanced at Echo as he approached, and he covered her confusion by explaining to Omega. "They directed battle droids during the war. The more they fought, the more they learned. And they were networked, so any remaining one contains the sum of all Separatist knowledge of how to fight the Republic. It would be invaluable to a resistance, or crush one in the hands of the Empire."

Cid nodded. "The only one I could track down is on Corellia. The Empire has melted the rest already, but my buyer is paying big credits for this one."

Hunter huffed. "And you won't tell us who."

"Bad for business, Bandana. And you." Cid snatched the bow from Omega and fired off three shots in rapid succession, hitting the target every time. "You're missing cause your noodle-arms shake. Build up your strength. Now practice time is over, get going."

With very little choice, the Batch headed out. Shiani put her arm around Omega. "Don’t you worry, Baby Mega. You’ll get stronger soon."

Omega nodded, determined fire in her brown eyes. They loaded into the Havoc Marauder and lifted off for Corellia, Hunter going over the mission specs on the bridge. Echo sat with him, and Wrecker was parked at the foot of the gunner's nest to talk to Omega. Shiani followed Tech to the cockpit and sat beside him with her datapad.

Tech watched her from the corner of his peripheral. “Are you still studying Echo’s arm?”

She shook her head. “Looking at your old mission notes. Trying to understand how the Batch works together. Where I can be useful…” She knew she couldn’t replace Crosshair, and she didn’t want to try. Every time something came up that reminded them of the sniper, all of the men went silent and uncomfortable. She felt their loss under her skin, and the unique ways it affected them. Wrecker was hurting, missing his brother and open about it. Hunter was swallowed up by silent guilt as he tried to do what was best for everyone else and not dwell on the man he’d had to leave behind. Echo had a sort of tired resignation about him, as someone who’d gotten used to losing people he loved even if it never got any easier might. And then there was Tech, who internalized everything. He kept moving, no physical signs of his pain, but it lingered in the differences Shiani could feel in now and before they left Kamino. She kept thinking over his words the other night.

I do not want to lose you.

Was it because of the loss of Crosshair that he’d said it? Was that the reason he sat closer now, and let her touch him more? Or why he’d changed his mind about ‘limiting proximity’ between them? He’d seemed to want her in his sight at all times lately, asking her to join him working on his endless side projects or sit beside him in the cockpit. She wasn’t complaining, she loved this new closeness, but she didn’t know how to comfort Tech if he wouldn't admit he was hurting.

“Why would you think you aren’t useful?” He frowned. “You rescued us when we were captured during the last mission.”

“Like Hunter said, I’m a civilian. Never been to war, or seen the galaxy before. I don’t want to be a liability… or get anyone hurt.”

Tech nodded. “Perhaps we could work on a few things that would be beneficial, as Echo is doing with Omega.”

Shiani chuckled. “My blaster shooting was bad on Salucemi.”

“You did not shoot yourself in the foot, so it was better than Hunter’s first time with a blaster.” He smiled faintly. “But additional practice would be beneficial. I will teach you.”

“You teach me everything.” Her tentacle wrapped around his ankle carefully, as if she were holding his hand. He didn’t say anything, but stretched his leg slightly towards her. It was approval, subtle but enough to make her smile.

Squeeze squeeze squeeze. He felt her tentacle flex around his ankle three times, not hard enough to be anything more than noticeable. When he looked at her to ask, she was looking back at her datapad again, brow furrowed with intent. He decided not to disturb her, but glanced down at the purple limb suction cupped around his boot.

He had to get his head on right for the mission. He had to focus… because they had to fill in the blank left by Crosshair and keep everyone else safe, alive, and together. He didn’t want to lose anyone else. The Empire had taken enough from them.

"Tech, take point." The Batch was outside a droid decommissioning facility, and the genius had already figured out a gap in the patrol rotation that gave them enough of a window to get inside. Shiani was tucked into the middle of the formation, listening to Hunter give orders and keeping her eyes on her best friend. Tech was doing what he did best, trying not to look as distracted as he felt, as he began guiding them inside. It wasn't a hard climb, despite Wrecker’s fear of heights.

"What does the droid look like?" Shiani whispered when they reached the platform over a series of conveyor belts. "I see better in the dark than humans."

"It's got a round head and a mouth like a parrot." Wrecker tried to make her smile, ever friendly and sweet. She’d quickly picked up he was the most emotionally stable of the Batch, because he wasn’t trying to repress his feelings. She liked him, and hoped that trait rubbed off on Omega.

She peered over the railing, tentacles latching on to the opposite side so she could lean out. "See it. But it’s already broken, Hunter."

"We only require the head." Tech caught the back of her pants as if she were in danger of tipping over, despite her anchoring. Echo and Hunter exchanged glances behind them.

"We'll go down and get it. Wrecker, you're lookout. Omega, stay put." Hunter ordered.

Omega looked ready to protest, but she wasn't given the opportunity. Shiani patted her head. "You’ll get your chance, Baby Mega. Wait." She whispered. Omega wanted to prove herself as useful much as the siren did, she knew it. But if she'd been a siren, she'd still be too young for her first hunt. It was their responsibility as adults to provide for and protect her, until she was ready.

Omega wilted, and the others took off. Wrecker was grumbling as they reached the ladder for him to start climbing higher. "It's Crosshair’s job to be lookout."

"He's not here. Go." Hunter ordered, leading the rest towards the conveyors as the human wrecking ball made his unhappy ascent. Shiani felt a sharp burn in the energy around Tech at the sniper’s name, and lightly touched his arm with her shoulder.

They were barely halfway there when Wrecker commed in. "Someone's heading for the droid from the other direction."

"I got it!" Omega peeped.

"No, stay put!" Hunter growled, but the girl was already on the move. "Dammit."

Shiani looked around for a vantage point to get a better view herself. “Echo, can I climb you?”

He tried not to snicker and nodded. She clambered up until she was standing on his shoulders, balancing with her extra limbs. The cyborg just held her ankles, not even surprised at this point. "What do you see?"

"Baby Mega got to the droid. So did another lady." She reported, the dim light catching her eyes in an eerie green tapetum lucidum. "Baby Mega has her bow, but her little arms are shaking again."

"If she misfires, the whole facility it's gonna know we're here." Hunter hissed.

Shiani nodded. "No avoiding that."

Tech typed at his handheld. "Once a security alert is triggered, all the exits will seal and police droids will be activated. The only way to open the doors will be a full system restart."

Hunter nodded. "I'll get Omega. Tech, you and Echo get ready to restart the system. Shiani, cover them."

They broke in opposite directions, Echo wrapping his good hand around one of Shiani’s ankles. She locked her knee and he tossed her like a cheerleader into the air, caught her in one arm, and set her down next to Tech.

They got in place by the terminal, and sure enough the alarms started going off. Shiani posted herself behind Tech as he started trying to override it. He passed her one of his blasters. “I know we have not had an opportunity to practice, but just… point and shoot.” He instructed. Echo was helping Tech, working as fast as they could. "We are going to have to manually restart the power for the whole facility." Tech muttered.

"Yeah, and we're pinned down."

Shiani used a tentacle to hit her comm while still shooting. "Wrecker, you near power override?"

"What's it look like?"

"A big lever on the wall!" Echo yelled over his shoulder, loud enough his brother could hear.

"Oh, yeah. I see it… it's really high and across an open hole in the platform..."

"Don’t be scared, Wrecker. Do it for your brothers." His little siren buddy coached between shots, voice as encouraging as she could get it.

"I hate heights, Shiani."

She glanced up. He was hesitating over an open gap, looking like he was about to panic. "Put in your earpiece and listen to me, Wrecker."

When she saw him adjust the audio input, she brought her comm closer to her mouth… and started singing.

None of them recognized the language, something long and haunting that floated over the din of blaster fire and machinery. Only Tech had experienced it once before, though this feeling was far different from her song on the ship. It struck a chord in every human present, like a dose of adrenals right to the nervous system. Confidence, bravery, and a vivacious determination surged through their blood. Echo wasn't so stressed he wanted to compact into beskar. Hunter's impending migraine let up. Tech's distraction eased… and Wrecker jumped.

When he'd made it, despite an overshot that smacked his helmet into the post, he flipped the switch and dropped out of Shiani's sight. She quickly dropped the note and gave Tech a sheepish smile. "Sang too hard. Wrecker hit his head."

"That happens frequently." He blinked at her, finishing his calibrations as Hunter dragged Omega and the woman he'd been fighting with on the conveyor over. Shiani ducked down with them, a tentacle snapping up and hauling a second woman down next to her.

"Who are you?" She demanded, baring her teeth and narrowing her eyes.

"Rafa Martez. That's my sister, Trace. We're with the resistance." She looked entirely bamboozled and more than a little terrified. "What are you?"

"Your best chance at getting out of here." Shiani closed her mouth when she realized they weren’t a threat. Her head cocked back and she watched Hunter hand the droid head over to Tech, who started copying the data onto a drive with the idea to give both groups access.

Trace nodded. "Fair enough. What we need is a diversion."

"No, what we need is a diversion." Rafa smirked. Shiani decided she liked them, smiling again. They teased each other, just like the Batch. Even in these circumstances.

"Is there an echo in here?" Trace groaned.

"Yes. I'm Echo." The cyborg waved.

"Are you kidding me?" Rafa blinked.

"His name Echo, yes." Shiani nodded, looking over her shoulder. "... Tech? Plan?"

"Hold on, I have almost calibrated this droid to-" The command droid eyes lit up. "There. Now I can program it to order the B1s to target the police droids. That should give us cover to escape."

"Tech is a genius." Shiani smiled at the Martez twins, almost like she was bragging on him. "He’s my very best friend."

"I like you." Trace grinned right back, charmed. Rafa didn’t look entirely as convinced, but she had been the closer twin to Shaini’s fangs. "Not so sure about the clones though."

Shiani shrugged and fired off another shot as Wrecker ran up to join them. "Package deal. I come with clones."

"If Tech would get off his ass, she would." Echo snickered to Hunter.

"Can we just get out of this situation?" Tech hissed, finishing the droid program. The little bit of skin they could see behind his helmet was bright red, and Echo had to remind himself he was in the middle of a fight so the teasing would have to wait. The battle droids started getting up, providing an excellent cover for the group to run out.

Halfway to the Martez twin's ship, the droid was blasted out of Tech’s hands and into scrap. "... I still have the data stick." He mumbled when Shiani looked at him with concern.

They bailed into the escape shuttle and everyone collapsed on the floor. Omega was the first to recover, excitable and talking to the twins about her brothers and Shiani.

"I don't get it. I thought all clones were working with the Empire." Rafa grumbled.

"We made another choice." Hunter explained, looking at Omega. She smiled, plopping into his lap happily and hugging him.

Shiani sat up, checking over the guys one by one. "Your head okay, Wrecker?"

"Yeah. I'm good. That singing helped… how'd you do that?" He hugged her tightly enough to make her laugh and her coils squish out of the gaps between his arms like molded dough.

"That’s what siren’s do. We sing good things, and scream bad. I’m not very good at stealth missions."

Wrecker snickered. “Me either. I hate stealth missions.” When he sat Shiani back on her feet next to Tech, his brother was staring at him a little too hard. At least until Shiani settled back next to the genius clone to talk to Trace and Rafa again, and his attention went back to listening to her talk.

The Martez girls were at least kind enough to drop the group off by the Havoc Marauder. "Guess we'll have to report back that we didn't get the head…" Trace sighed.

“What were you going to do with it?” Shiani asked quietly.

“Fight the Empire. That information could give a Rebellion a massive advantage.” She explained.

Shiani twiddled her claws and looked from Echo to Hunter and back. “... I know I’m just a civilian, and you’re the officers.” She said softly. “But maybe… some things are more important than the mission?”

Hunter looked at the data stick in his hand. "It was a lot easier when we were soldiers…" He mused quietly. "Nothing mattered but the mission. Now, it's a whole new world. We've got to make our own decisions." He handed the drive over to Trace. "You'll make better use of it than Cid's buyer."

Shiani beamed. Echo just nodded, taking Omega by the hand and leading her into the Marauder after Wrecker. Tech waited on the ramp as they passed, then Hunter, until Shiani joined him and they all were accounted for.

Rafa smiled as she followed her twin back into their ship. "We're telling the captain about them, right?"

"Yep."

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(Thanks to @feelinkeeli for suggesting this clone!)

Jet tries to be cheerful as a rule, but if he were to sit down with a medic or someone, he might actually get convinced to admit he’s not had many good days in his life. That’s the case for most clones! But he’s had a lot more bad days than most people would expect.

So he’s expecting yet another really bad day when he gets recalled to Coruscant within the first couple months of the war.

As he sits like a naughty cadet outside the High Commander General’s office—another thing that would surprise most people is that this isn’t the first time he’s been waiting for judgement outside Fett’s office—he tries to go through everything he’s done throughout the last month that he’s been handling checking on just what the Trade Federation is doing with supplies. Did it have to do with his reports? Did Fett not think of another way to get him new orders? Did he mess up royally?

Finally, two Mandalorians approach. One is Fett, and has him shooting up from his seat and into parade rest, just like he was taught, and the other has green paint and a kama and a round oval of gold painted on their buy’ce and he feels a clench of nostalgia just like he does whenever he sees the ARCs’ kamas.

“Apologies,” Fett says, which is a surprise, and he holds up a plast sack with boxes inside and a frankly tantalising smell coming from it. “We were getting lunch. I hope you like Chalactan.”

“And haven’t eaten yet,” the other Mandalorian adds, voice weirdly familiar. Maybe it’s just because their accent is so much like a cross between Fett and Sergeant Rau(‘ka).

“I haven’t,” Jet lies, because what he did eat was a ration bar. “Thank you.”

Fett grunts and keys open his office door and Jet follows he and the other Mandalorian. The food is sat on the centre of the desk while Fett goes around to his seat, leaving Jet to puzzle at the two on the other side until he’s shooed into sitting down.

No moves are made to get into the food and Fett takes off his buy’ce to look Jet in the eye.

Fett sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “I know you know better than to spill anything you hear in this room, but this is going to be a difficult secret for you to keep, so you’re going to stay and have lunch with us to come up with an acceptable cover story to handle when you inevitably can’t help yourself.”

It’s not something Jet has ever been accused of, being unable to keep a secret. “I’m good at what I do, sir,” he says.

“We know you are,” the other Mandalorian says and Jet gets the feeling they’re glaring at Fett. “This is just…different. There are already a lot of layers. And it’s really not that important—.”

Fett glares right back at them. “Of course it’s important, and he’ll agree with me.”

The Mandalorian leans back in their chair, crosses their arms, and humphs.

Jet’s chest clenches.

Fett smirks. “As will the others. This is the first one from this squad we’re telling and you have to deal with it.”

The Mandalorian sighs, and then takes off their own buy’ce, revealing long, dark hair and a familiar face—a clone.

And then they turn to Jet, and he sees the scar on their cheek.

“Hey, Jet’i,” Spar says, smiling. “I’ve been hearing good things about you.”

Jet lets out a single hiccup, then throws himself into his old Alpha-tutor’s arms. “You—you’re—.”

“I know, udesii, udesii,” Spar murmurs. “I’m alive, hibir.”

Jet hugs him tightly. He doesn’t really want to risk letting them go, just yet.

He’s a little scared to.

What if it’s all a dream? What if they’re really dead after all?

What if this isn’t the best day of his life, like his brain is quickly slotting it in to be.

Spar laughs at him. “And I thought I was the crybaby,” he teases.

Jet pulls back at that, swallowing hard. “What…?” He looks over at Fett, who shrugs with an impassive look on his face. Well, he can guess, can’t he? The Kaminiise. Well, fine. “What am I telling people?” he asks seriously.

Fett, for once in Jet’s life, smiles. “Let’s talk while we eat.”

(I am not currently accepting clones to subject to Spar.)

#my fanfiction #alpha clone spar #clone commander jet #ssitb #ssitb verse #ssitb verse au #in this Jet was partially trained by Spar along with a few others #fully blaming projie for that

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epicfranb · 6 months

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Here are my reactions to Bdubs's first Secret Life episode!

EPISODE STARTS WITH ETHUBS GREAT START I'M LOVING THIS ALREADY 👏👏👏

Bdubs really digs his mine ONE BLOCK AWAY FROM ETHO'S 😭😭😭 I'm telling you this man is NOT OKAY

This is like them pissing together except mining 1 block apart from each other (cuz they're not gay)

"You can't even tell your best friend" you mean yourself? "You can't even tell me" yup.

"I really wanna tell you really bad" I'M TELLING YOU THIS IS THE PERFECT START.

LIZZIE IS BACK NOW I ACTUALLY FEEL THE HYPE HELLOOOOO!!!!

Mesa on the map 👀

Bdubs feels so bad about killing horses god bless his pure soul 😭😭

Oh so they can't regenerate AT ALL once they lose their hearts they are GONE. No potions no gapples nothing

YOU CAN GIFT HEARTS??? this is huge

"My boy Bdubs" Etho is also not okay

Bdubs in Last Life gives Etho a shield bc Etho forgets them all the time... This season Etho remembers the shields first and then makes Bdubs one.... And they giggle so sweetly :( I HATE THEM...

And now they're reminiscing about good old times. Great

MUMBO IS ALSO IN IT???? How many people do we have this time?! Is Ren in this one?

They didn't play on 1.18 generation in LimLife where everyone died left and right but they DO play it on the season where you can't regenerate hearts. Awesome decision making

Paused on this bit and just want to say. Team STEM

Aww Mumbo Pearl and Bdubs neighbors? :O :D

That was just three nicknames in a row with no pause in between. Skizz comes in saying "Pearlie-Pop! :D" Pearl goes "Skizzlie!! :D" and Bdubs instantly goes "Hey Skizzie!!!" They are so silly and whimsical

Bdubs: Hey Skizz i have words of affirmation for you

Skizz: That's so last season 🙄

Bdubs: *collects Cleo's wheat* nothing to see here! Just borrowing some stuff! 🥰

Cleo: Oh that's fine , they're not mine, they're Lizzie's :D

Bdubs: OH SHOOT*glues the sugar cane back on*

I see this man has his priorities straight 😭😭

THEY GET OP REWARDS FOR COMPLETING SECRET TASKS???

BDUBS REALLY SUGGESTED HIM MUMBO AND PEARL BE CALLED AXIS THANK GOODNESS CLEO WS THERE

So Bdubs is now sort of in a team with Mumbo and Pearl. The question is though: will be be undyingly loyal to them 🤔

The rock thing with the rewards is so watcher-core you just know the watcher fandom will eat well this season LMAO

Cleo: Hey Bdubs where's your boyfriend?

Bdubs: Etho is...

That's it. I'm done. This season has peaked. I don't even know what to say anymore. I'm quitting. My career is over. I don't have anything else to do or say I'm done.

I CAN'T BELIEVE BDUBS ANSWERED BEFORE FULLY PROCESSING WHAT CLEO SAID. HIS BRAIN JUST WENT "My boyfriend? Oh yeah that's Etho" i actually flat out CANNOT believe it's only the first episode and is already gayer than Last Life 😭😭😭

Riding a camel wearing a helmet (against the rules) holding tnt like a slut he is

I wonder if the admins themselves assign everyone their tasks. Whether that's the case or not, it's VERY ironic that Bdubs, a master builder, gets a task to build the ugliest house known to man and people end up looking at it and going "what a creative idea!" and decide to make it there gimmick as well.

ETHO'S TASK IS TO GET EVERYONE TO SLEEP AT NIGHT?! THAT'S CRUEL MAN i can't wait to hear him whine and whimper about it in his video

Joel wants to build a mound as well? 👀 Bdubs and Joel alliance? 👀

THE MOLES. GREAT

Mumbo's "tell a bunch of puns" and Etho's "get everyone to sleep at once" you can clearly see who is watchers' favorite etc etc

Scar threatens to burn down Jimmy's house againSJJDKDKDKFJJDJ

Skizz: *hears Bdubs's secret* i do that without a task xD

Skizz: we're all pretty old, maybe our island is called Heart Problems 😭😭 he says out of nowhere

Can't believe Tango and Skizz lit up their island and get attacked by 2 baby zombies, a creeper, a witch and a Trident drowned 😭😭😭

#life updates #secret life

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“I Got All A’s! Can I Have Some Dick?” (Bros + Undateables)

Just something stupid and funny I thought about. You had a very tough semester in the Devildom and you got good grades! You want to celebrate and go to your favorite demon to ask for a special reward.

Obvious NSFW warning. No minors allowed!

No Luke. Luke is baby.

I have a personal headcanon that Simeon likes to be totally cozy when he writes. We’re talking big fluffy sweaters or a blanket cozy. I like to think he wears glasses when he writes, too.

Lucifer

He’s part of a special committee who’s notified about your grades/progress so he actually knows before you do

Proud boyfriend is proud

Purrs when he opens up the wax-pressed envelope and reviews your marks

Secretly plans a cute, fancy dinner date at Ristorante Six

Is thinking of being suave and breaking the news to you when you bounce into his study (he may or may not have poured a couple of glasses of your favorite age-appropriate beverage)

He’s got something witty prepped and is ready to toast you and maybe steal a few kisses but you come out of left field like a bullet with a simple “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Lucifer.exe is broken

That’s what you want as a reward? No dinner, no date?

Literally doesn’t know what to say for a few seconds. Totally freezes. Starts to stutter.

His brain kicks back in when you start playing with the folds of his collar and petting his chest and staring at him with those wanting eyes

Sets his glass down, fixes the cuff of his gloves, and hoists you up to plant you on the nearest surface. “I will make it worth every point, and you will say all the letters.” he purrs.

Mammon

He’s just happy he passed.

Mammon actually does pretty well, he’s just a very...chaotically successful type. A lot of last minute turn-ins and such. Not top marks, but no dunce either.

Now that the semester’s over he’s checking his schedule to see when the next shoot is or if he has time to squeeze in a party. Maybe a trip somewhere. Something fun!

He’s feeling lucky! Lucky enough to win some money and make Goldie happy!

If he’s going anywhere, he needs a good luck charm though! He goes to hunt you down and his stomach just warms because you’re smiling and clearly in a good mood

It makes him purr in that cute, curious little way. Basically using the demon’s language to ask you why you’re in such a good mood (but you don’t know that. It’s basically a cute chirp).

You both shout your good news at the same time.

His invite to go tear it up was a bit long so it takes a minute for his brain to process what you said. You want...his dick?

Boy wants to blush SO BAD. HE’S SO RED!

Well now his thing seems stupid, doesn’t it? He wants to do your thing! Your thing sounds GREAT!

“OF COURSE you want to be with the GREAT Mammon!” he’s got his hands on his hips and his chest is puffed out big in that happy, silly way he has about him.

No, really, you do your thing. It’s a great thing.

It’s a good way to unwind from exams, right? He likes it!

Levi

If Levi didn’t get good grades, Lucifer would kill him.

Probably force him to go to school physically ALL THE TIME!

HIS SUBSCRIPTIONS WOULD BE AT RISK,OKAY?

He’s a solid B student (at least). No desire to be all A’s. Too much time away from other passions.

Because he’s well-behaved and leas likely to get on Lucifer’s nerves, he gets a little bit of bonus money for good grades.

Levi’s neck-deep in his charts and comparisons and muttering to himself about where to invest that money when you pop into his room

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?!”

You get The Noise

How indecent! How naughty of you to ask! But yes, yes you can. Absolutely. 100%!

He’s really shy about it because it’s sudden and you asked him instead of him having a cool moment or anything, but it ends up being a giggle-filled romp that ends with a cuddle in his bathtub bed and you wrapped up in his tail

He totally suggests a round two with a sexy VR game or just making bets with ‘winner take all’

Satan

He’s a grade juggernaut with lots of self-discipline so Satan expects to get out what he gets in

The type to be smug because he knows he did well. He owes it to himself and he’s glad.

Likes to treat himself to an outing, be it a simple walk or a visit to a cafe or even a new book

Satan’s 100% ready to settle down with some books by the fireplace. At the end of the semester he typically makes a one or two-portion charcuterie board and picks at it while he reads

Thumb keeping his place, Satan’s in the middle of stacking a fancy little cracker with meat and cheese when you let yourself in

His eyes flick to you and he smiles, eating his little cracker

You pick at his tray with him (he’ll let you, of course). “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Chokes on cracker. It’s not a good time

Almost drowns himself/further chokes trying to wash it down with drink

Can’t help but laugh at your...bold request

When he sees he’s kind of sputtered all over himself, he slips out of his clothes and makes a few witty jokes as your ‘naked butler’

Naked butler happily provides his services

Later he makes you picked crushed cracker off the floor with him

Asmo

The second Asmo knew he passed everything (like he always does. Just because he’s pretty doesn’t mean he’s stupid!), he booked himself a full day pampering experience

His inner circle of beauty specialist know his routine so they save his spots for him

Asmo sweet-talked them into including his favorite human and he’s DYING to tell you and DYING to make his brothers jealous

You skip into his room, so bright and lovely, and hold his hands in the cute excited way he likes. Makes his heart skip a beat every time like it’s young love.

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Doesn’t expect it and has probably never been asked ‘Can I have some dick?’ in the thousands of years he’s been alive

Boy gives an airy laugh because he’s surprised and flattered. Of COURSE you want him (because who wouldn’t?) but he always gets a bit shy when it’s YOU asking

“Sounds amazing,” he’s already peppering you with kisses, “and I’m happy to provide but can we do it after our special spa day?”

You guys have a sweet, lazy round the day of the booking to ‘loosen up’ and ‘fully appreciate the services’ and he DEFINITELY worships you when all is said and done because ‘the epitome of beauty deserve the epitome of devotion’

Beel

Boy works hard and celebrates even harder. Usually with food

Because he’s always hungry and looking forward to eating, Beel likes to do his work ahead of time. The sooner he does it, the more time he has to eat!

He has to keep up good grades to stay on the sports teams, anyways

Solid B student, sometimes A’s. C’s and below aren’t a thing. He refuses.

Because he is also best boy and generally acts as Lucifer’s pseudo-enforcer, he also gets some bonus money.

The coach of his local sports team also pitches in because Beel is best boy and a TANK. He could literally carry the whole team

Beel’s all set to hit the town with his food money when find him and wrap your arms around him

He’s all excited and ready to tell you about the food money when you make his face catch fire. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Brain also stops. BEEL IS SO EMBARRASSED!

You’d rather have him than food? That’s pretty impressive! He’s honored!

But...what if you could have both? He’s totally down for both!

You celebrate your success by staying in (bed) and spoiling yourselves with food in-between rounds

Belphie

Belphie is a ‘C’s get degrees’ kind of guy but C’s are his minimum. Tries for B’s and usually gets mid-to-low B’s.

With exams over he’s 100% down to sleep the day away and there’s NO REASON for ANYONE TO BUG HIM ABOUT IT!

Totally prepared to live in his finest pyjamas until school starts again. Might even treat himself to a new pillow or blanket!

If he hadn’t learned your scent by now, you wouldn’t have a face when you breach his blanket cocoon

Belphie just snorts and smiles at your little face and messy hair (the blankets give it static and mess it up)

You kiss his nose and wait to make sure he’s really awake before sharing the good news. “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Laughs himself to the point of almost choking on one of his blankets

Throws himself out of the cocoon to breathe and wipe his tears away

But yes, yes you can. After he calms down, he pulls you onto his lap to straddle him.

It’s fun and lazy but a genuine celebration of the end of the semester

Diavolo

He’s the other part of the committee that saw your grades, so he knows

It’s a bit off his plate so he won’t have as many duties to attend to

Diavolo wasn’t sure when you’d come over, but Barbatos assured him you’d be over that day. He did his best to speed through his meetings and arrange his schedule to have a rest period

He asked Barbatos to prepare a small, modest lunch of finger foods and some complimentary tea

You may have thought Diavolo was making himself a plate when you walked in, but it was actually a plate for you

The prince of the Devildom almost dropped that plate when you said, “I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Prince of Hell is super blushy and flustered and awkward and almost knocks his teacup off the table. Is suddenly scrambling to make sure he doesn’t know anything else off the table

Tries to compose himself but can’t help the boyish smile and laugh that escapes him

You’re just such a lovely, fascinating person! He’s so happy to have you. His life seems eternal but you make it so fresh and new! His heart just bursts with love and delight.

Is no longer worried about the food or pushing in your chair for you. Offers his lap instead. “I have an opening for that,” he assures, pulling you onto his lap.

Diavolo likes to think he’s thoughtful about taking you on the floor because Barbatos doesn’t have much to clean up.

If your stomach grumbles after you’re settled and sleepy, he pulls himself off your body long enough to grab a plate from the table and put it beside your head.

Demons have more stamina and it would be un-princely of him not to spoil you, so he feeds you until you’re too sleepy to eat.

Barbatos

It’s exhausting to be able to see multiple timelines and see into the future.

He never knows how far into the future he’s seeing, or if it’s in the timeline he’s currently in

All he knows is he heard you ask him for dick and almost dumped the wrong thing in the soup, okay?

Had to excuse himself and ask someone on the cooking team to take over for him while he “dealt with another matter” (laughed it out where no one could hear him)

I’m not sure if Barbatos is considered a student at RAD, but Diavolo must be too. We’ll say he is. Boy is a master of self-discipline and scheduling so he’s fine. Flawless, as a butler should be. It carries over into all things.

It’s a delicate balance sometimes, but he’s type A and used to being busy so it works itself out. He does well.

Barbatos simply looks forward to having less to do. Focusing on Diavolo can be a job all its own.

He was planning on making a few sweets for Luke and the others. Diavolo suggested a “pot luck” to celebrate. It’s something the humans came up with and he seems to like it. It turns into sweets for the pot luck

Probably makes you a special mini-dessert or a special portion of the dessert

If he’s in control of plate presentation, you might get a special sauce heart of chocolate heart

When Diavolo is generous enough to include him in the celebration (because he deserves it and you’re there, so it’d be cruel not to), Barbatos makes small talk and woos you subtly

You ask him to “show you where to take the dishes” to get him alone. He can feel it in his little demon bones. You’re about to do it.

You do it.

You’re basically vibrating with excitement because you probably planned this and think you’re very clever. Human enthusiasm is so darling and it makes his heart pitter-patter to think you were simply bursting to ask HIM this.

“But of course,” he helps you stack the plates and guides your hand to the silverware sorter because you’re looking at him instead of what you’re doing. You almost put a fork in the spoon section. “Covered in chocolate? Plain?”

He’s trying to one-up you. He loves seeing his human change colors and not know what to do.

You whisper “I prefer wet,” back in his ear and Barbatos wonders how he didn’t see THAT in any of his visions

You: 1, Barbatos: 0. Helpless. Defenseless. Horny.

“That will be ready shortly,” he’s already pulling you away, down the hall, to meet your request.

Solomon

It wouldn’t serve him to do poorly in the Devildom. Basically wasted opportunity

He’s not a straight A student but he does well. Really pulls out the stops on major projects and things that are worth more points than others

Isn’t perfect at everything but makes up for it. Solid B’s, always really close to A’s. At least a couple low A’s.

Solomon doesn’t quite know how he wants to celebrate. He knows Asmo’s already pestering him to go shopping or clubbing

He’s considering it. He’d like to drink, honestly

You show up, light of his life, his favorite person, and he feels himself warm with joy

He revels in being the only other human in the Devildom. It makes your relationship that much more special, he thinks. It’s kind of stupid, but it’s something to coyly hold over the others whenever he sees fit. All in play, of course (not).

“I got all A’s! Can I have some dick?”

Pretends to think and looks anywhere but your face. If he looks at your face he’ll blush himself stupid and won’t be able to say anything smart.

He can’t lie. He’s already hard. He appreciates humor and wit and you’re all of it.

Very bold of you to come onto him like that, and he’s 100% for it.

“Can you take it?” Solomon wishes he said something smoother, that he wasn’t already slipping between your legs and grinding against you like the weak man he was. He doesn’t regret it though because the friction is good. Something you both need.

He whispers against your skin and gives you light, sloppy kisses with a hint of teeth.

He gives, and he’s generous. He wants to reward your efforts.

Simeon

Simeon makes it a point of personal pride to do well in the Devildom

That’s the utmost symbol of peace and understanding, isn’t it? To embrace their culture and livelihood and do well? To do well means he’s understanding them and walking in their shoes. It’s only right

He works hard and does well. Doesn’t stress himself out with A’s since he’s keeping up his grades because it’s required. He’d rather reconnect with the brothers and try to help Luke enjoy the Devildom.

He’s happy to spend his free time taking Luke to places in the Devildom, trying to visit the House of Lamentation, and maybe working on some things for TSL since editors are clamoring for more

You stop by because he’s been fairly quiet, wrapped up in his favorite writing sweater with his little editing glasses on

Simeon smiles and greets you with his little ‘Hi, angel’ as he kisses your hand.

Boy almost breaks his favorite pen when you ask him for...for dick?

He’s not absolutely clueless but this boy has been in ‘holy angel’ mode for centuries. He struggles with texting and stickers and you expect him to know slang?!

So confused he takes his glasses off. Boy can’t comprehend

“You’re asking me to procure one? Like...the ones humans use from those stores? You want mine? Well, I certainly hope so because we’re--oh...”

He could write books of poetry about you, and though he doesn’t like to admit it, he’s had those thoughts

“Well,” he’s standing up from his chair and guides you so gently to his bed it’s like you’re floating on a cloud. He lays you down just as gently, fabrics whispering as he slips out of his sweater and it pools at his feet. “I wouldn’t be a very good angel if I ignored the wishes of my dear human, would I?”

Doesn’t really see the point of sex as a reward, but will never turn down a moment to show how cherished you are.

Hope you liked it :)

#Obey me!#Obey me! x Reader #Obey me x Reader #Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Levi x Reader #Leviathan x Reader #Satan x Reader #Asmodeus x Reader #Asmo x Reader #Beel x Reader #Beelzebub x Reader #Belphie x Reader #belphegor x reader #Simeon x Reader #Diavolo x Reader #Barbatos x Reader #Solomon x Reader

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widow-maximov · 3 years

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Hi! I love your work and they are so cute ❤❤ can I request a wandanat x reader where reader is very open and loves people in general. One day on a mission, reader decides to spare a young (perhaps a young teen like 13/14) because they felt bad and wanted to give them a second chance. Also (momma bear instincs) Of course wandanat and the avengers are mad and don't trust the kid, reader confronts wandanat saying she is going to leave them if they don't accept that the kid can change. Happy ending

Instincts

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst :3

Summary: What if one mission threatens your relationship with your two girlfriends, how will this end?

Word count: 3.4K

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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It was no secret that whenever people met you, they instantly fell in love with you as a person, you were always an open, honest and very lovable person to everyone you met.

People loved that you were able to voice your opinions without being afraid of the whispers or peoples opinions changing about you, that's what made you, you.

It was not surprise that you wanted to join the Avengers, everyone knew how dedicated you were to saving people and with your powers that you hid for some time, you were qualified to join their team.

You were always a calm person when it came to missions and not soon after having your first missions, you knew you belong here. The team absolutely adored you and your personality.

You always made sure everyone was okay everyday and especially after missions...

It was always something in you that wanted to ask everyone you knew if they were okay and they would always feels safe enough to open up, you always offered a solution to that issues and most of the times, it helped.

Today coming back from an exhausting mission that lasted a whole week, not many teammates were there but everyone knew that exhausting feeling.

You decided to cook a very generous meal for everyone and especially those who were on that mission, including your crushes which were Wanda and Natasha.

You were a loving person but a mess when it came to asking people out, you always avoided it and somehow had the person ask you out but this day was a little different.

You prepared everything and when everyone arrived, they practically immediately retreated to their rooms as a way to escape the constant reminder of those who they couldn't save.

You decided to personally invite everyone because why not? They needed to relax and you were here to do that, so you knocked on everyone's door and greeted them as you invited them to be there in ten minutes.

You walked back, put the food out on the table along with some alcohol and as soon as people started to flood in, they were shocked at how this room looked like.

"Who did you hire to do this Y/n?" Tony asked as he had a small smirk across his lips, he loved to tease you but always appreciated your work.

You scoffed as you stood up "Unlike you I don't use other people to do what I can do myself."

Natasha smirked "See Tony, you're just lazy and Y/n just proved it"

Everyone laughed as they took their seats, you sat in between Natasha and Wanda, well to be fair they sat on each of your sides so no one else would.

"This looks really good Y/n/n" Wanda commented as she smiled at you when you looked over.

"I might have had some help from this little fluffy friend" You spoke as you remembered your little encounter with this little cat.

"Fluffy friend? How many did you drink whilst cooking Y/n?" Tony once again teased to which you shoot him a glare.

"I found a cat alone and he needed some food so I gave him some" You shrugged at the end.

Natasha was just staring at you with a smile "You are incredible"

You blushed at her words as you looked at her "How so?"

"You took the time and effect to help out a little animal, you fit in here perfectly"

Steve walked in as he sat down, reached for a napkin "Hey Romanoff, here is a napkin you're drooling" and threw it at Natasha.

Wanda looked away as she quietly laughed, it was never like Natasha to be so open about her feelings but you were different and that's what made her want to be around you constantly.

Wanda on the other hand saw right through you, you were delicate even if you tried to act tough in some moments, she was always there for you when you had your breakdowns and always kept it on the downlow.

"Okay okay, will yous stop and just eat" You stopped Natasha from throwing something back because you knew she would, especially since this has happened before.

After the whole dinner, yous relocated to Tony's party rooms, it was a good idea to do something other than watching movies all day long. Of course the team wanted to do things like play stupid drunk games but that was never something you was interested in.

They would make stupid dares and that just wasn't your type of relaxion so you decided to just chill on the balcony.

"Come on Tony! Drink it up, you said you liked spicy sauces" Sam shouted as he tried to hurry Tony up.

The dare was that Tony had to drink different types of spicy sauces and couldn't drink until it stopped burning, at first he didn't want to do it but Steve along with Bucky started to call him a loser and what else would a man with loads of money do if not accept the dare.

Wanda noticed you were no one to be found, she looked around without trying to draw attention to herself, she excused herself and told Natasha in her head that she will look for you.

Natasha nodded and tried to concentrate on what they were doing, obviously she didn't join the game either, she really didn't want to be dared to kiss a man, especially those in here.

Wanda looked around and was able to find you really quickly as your thoughts were really loud, sometimes it felt like it was louder than the whole city combined.

"Hey? What you doing out here?" Wanda spoke from behind you to which you didn't turn around.

"I'm just having fresh air" You answered back soon after her.

She approached you as she stood next to you "So what you thinking about?"

You looked over at her with a smile "Wands you can literally read minds, you don't even need to ask that question"

She smiled back "I do have respect and self control so yes I do Y/n/n"

You looked back out into the sky "Well to answer your question then, nothing"

She frowned in confusion "What do you mean?"

"I mean I am just enjoying this beautiful evening, look at how the stars are in perfect placements, its just beauty" You spoke with so much admiration in your voice.

Now Wanda's attention shifted towards the stars "I see what you mean"

You looked at Wanda, you could feel your heart pumping and as soon as you wanted to say what you were planning for a long time, Natasha walked in.

"I want to join! You guys always leave me out" Natasha whined as she walked towards yous.

You laughed a little "Not always, we were just talking about stars"

"Hm, yes stars, they are a beauty within just like you котенок (Kitten)"

Wanda nodded to agree with Natasha to which caused you to blush "You guysss stoppp"

Wanda giggled as Natasha shook her head "No can do Y/n/n"

There was a moment of silence which only egged Natasha to finally ask you out but you beat her to it "We should do this again but just three"

Natasha and Wanda shared a curious look, they planned to take you on a secret date, where you would be fooled to think its just a hang out when in reality it's a date.

"I want to do more fun stuff with yous, like going out on a date or something" You casually suggested it and suddenly Natasha stood straighter than anyone could witness.

Wanda tilted her head "A date huh?"

You nodded without looking at them because you could already feel your cheeks turning redder with each passing second, Natasha placed her finger under your chin, making you look at her "We can arrange that"

Before this could proceed to anything more, Peter walked in letting in the loud music from the inside to hit your ears "Guys Tony wants to fight in the suits, please help"

Natasha retreated her hand to which you instantly missed it as she sighed and shook her head "He always has to ruin the day"

Wanda rolled her eyes and the three of you walked in and went to deal with that before chaos erupted.

Currently you were on a mission, ,you were camping out the bases and you were suppose to call in for the team if anything happens, the only reason to why you were sent alone was because you were the most patient person on earth.

That doesn't mean your girlfriends weren't against it, they didn't like how far you were going to be from them, they needed your warmth and daily breakfasts.

You still went on the mission and did just like you were suppose to, as soon as there was movement, you alerted the team and proceeded inside the base alone.

You were suppose to wait but it was your only chance and you were skilled enough to know when to retreat back if you were in trouble, so you went inside and what you witness was horrible.

You knew the team would be there soon, like soon soon, especially when you had two needy girlfriends wanting to be around you 24/7 it only rushed the time.

You decided to act, you knew if you triggered the alarms here, all of the guards would be running towards that place leaving all of these places unguarded, and so you did it.

You pulled out your phone and hacked into their security system, you made sure the guards were the furthest from you so your plan can work, and it did work until the Avengers showed up.

You started to open doors to rooms that had children in, it broke your heart at these kids, they seemed terrified and scared to run away but most of them spirited out.

There was this one kid who just stayed in, you wanted to make sure everyone was out before retrieving back before the Avengers arrive, you walked inside the room and that kid looked up at you so quickly.

"Hey buddy? What are you still doing here?" You asked as you slowly approached him.

He was shaking so you looked around for some sort of clothes, which seem to be there, you took them and handed them to him "Come on we can get you home"

He looked up with a hint of hope in his eyes, he reached out and took the clothes from you, he stood up and you could see the deep cuts in his body as if he went through experiments.

Your heart was breaking at the sight of him, you managed to dress him and just before you were able to get him out of there, your two girlfriends stormed in, one pointed their gun at him and the other held him with her powers.

Your eyes widen at his fear again "Stop! let him go!"

They weren't listening and that boy was only getting more and more angry, the more you felt fear the more he felt like exploding to which he did, he screamed which threw you along with your two girlfriends against the wall.

You were able to get up from the floor towards him, as you handed him your phone "Run, I will find you"

He nodded and did just that, he ran as far as he could until he felt safe, leaving you behind with a very angry team.

You arrived at the tower in complete silence and instead of going to your room, you walked into the living room where the whole team headed.

"I cannot believe you let a dangerous child run away!" Tony spat out disbelief at you.

You stood there as everyone had their arms crossed "I don't understand how that even happened in the first place! You were suppose to wait!"

"WAIT!" Tony screamed, he was furious.

"I don't get why you are shouting, you got what you wanted in the end anyway" You rolled your eyes at him.

"That doesn't matter! You not only put yourself in danger but along with Wanda and Natasha!" Tony pointed towards the two girlfriends who were just as furious.

"Now we have a deadly weapon walking around the fucking field all because you couldn't wait"

"I can't even look at you in this moment" He huffed as he stormed out of the living room, everyone followed him quietly only leaving you in the room or so you thought.

You turned around to see your girlfriends blocking the way "Yes?"

"I can't believe you Y/n we thought they took you hostage, we were so worried" Natasha stood still as she spoke.

"Nothing happened as you can see" You gestured to yourself with a slight smile.

"No, you don't get to be cute and think this will solve everything" Wanda narrowed her eyes.

It took you by surprise at how they took this so seriously "I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of it, it's a kid, he was scared and not only the both of you scared him to death, you triggered him"

"So now you are blaming us for this?" Natasha asked as she raised her brows at you.

You shook your head "No, I'm saying this kid was okay until you busted into the room and not even listening to me!"

"Do you understand that this is a Hydra kid, you can't just let go of every Hydra enemy like that"

Now that hurts you because you were that Hydra kid, you knew how it felt to be locked up for numerous days and hoped you'll get out one day.

"I was a Hydra kid so excuse me that I felt like that kid needed help because I was in his shoes" You had a single tear roll down your face.

You walked towards them "Now move out of my way, I don't want to talk to yous anymore"

"Where are you going?" Natasha asked.

You asked with a cold tone this time "To find that kid before yous decided to kill him"

You barged past them, leaving them alone there as you went to your room to locate your phone that the kid had on him, you were able to do that so quickly, all you needed was the jet and you were set to go.

You sneaked out and you were able to snatch one of the jets and fly over to him, you were able to cloak your location from Tony because he was unpredictable when angry so you wanted to avoid any issues.

You found his little abandonment cabin, you walked inside as you whisper shouted "Hey buddy are you here?"

Suddenly within seconds you had the kid glues to you with tears in his eyes, you bent down as you hugged him back, feeling the warmth of the hug hit your heart.

"It's okay, you are safe now, I found a place for you where you'll be completely safe"

He nodded with a smile "Thank you"

You smiled widely at his joy, it was rewarding knowing that you were able to save a little kid from eternal doom.

You took the kid by hand after giving him your hoodie and slowly made your way towards the jet, suddenly you stopped when you heard footsteps.

An group of 5 agents emerged from the trees, you looked at the kid who looked just as shocked as you, you sighed as you reached for your weapon.

You liked to create your own inventions and that was along with a cloaking device, you used it many times to get out of trouble when you were younger.

You managed to upgrade it and now it was a time to use it. You cloaked the two of you and just walked past them without any trouble, you walked inside the jet but of course it wasn't that easy.

You took the kid inside and before taking off, suddenly you had agents attaching themselves to the jet. You sighed again and decided to just fight them all.

Of course you managed to win, even if it was 1 against 5, you used to train all day before dating Natasha and Wanda, you walked back into the jet and this time you took off towards Shield base.

When you arrived, no one really paid attention to you as you were a regular but when they noticed the kid, you had a lot of them stop and ask if it was yours.

It was something new to you, you never really though about kids in that way because you never had time especially with the whole saving the world but maybe it was something you will consider.

You took the kid into a small room and the shield agents arrived with some friendly looking women who took the kid from you. You explained the situation to them, you were redirected to another room.

It took them hours to take down everything from you and then the decision if they would want the kid or not, turns out they had places and needed kids like him.

You were thankful they were able to provide a safe space for him and those alike, you were able to visit him anytime you wanted and that's what you planned once you have rested.

You returned to the tower very late at night and without any thought you walked to your room, you sighed as you closed the door from your room and suddenly you were charged towards.

Natasha was the first to hug you and kiss you so hard that for a second you couldn't register what was happening, she pulled away and Wanda was the next to be glued to your side, she was more gentle than Natasha, she planted kisses everywhere.

"Gosh I am so glad you are okay!" Natasha breathed out.

Wanda held your face as she saw the slight bruise under your eye "What happened?"

You sighed as you unglued yourself from the women so you could walked further into the room "Fighting that's what happened"

"Are you okay?" Natasha asked with a very worried voice.

You nodded "Of course, I can take care of myself"

They both nodded to agree with you, so before you allowed the silence to fall, you asked "What are yous doing here?"

Natasha held herself "We came here to apologise but we didn't find you here and we got worried"

You looked at Natasha to see if she was genuinely sorry so Wanda continued when you didn't say anything back "We are sorry Y/n/n, we never meant anything that you shouldn't have saved that kid, we wanted to help but you did everything alone and without letting us know we thought you were in trouble"

You sighed as you leaned on your desk "I thought I could make it before you got here, I am sorry as well"

Natasha smiled as she took Wanda's hand and dragged her towards you, pulling you into a hug which you sank into very quickly, closing your eyes at the sound of their heartbeats.

"I was thinking..."

Natasha hummed to answer you to which made you continue "I think I would like to have a baby"

Wanda smiled as you looked up at them "What do you think?"

Natasha had a wide smile across her lips as well "We want a family with you as well Y/n/n, a big family somewhere away from this city, somewhere the stars are only around us"

You smiled at the thought, you hummed "I would like that very much"

They hugged you tighter as they shifted from the desk to your bed, sandwiching you in between them, you closed your eyes when Natasha pressed her front against your back.

You always loved when she would spoon you, it was very relaxing when her muscular arms wrapped around you, whilst you held Wanda with so much love that you could stay like that forever.

"Stop sticking your cold hands under my shirt Natasha!"

"What? I am cold, it's not my fault you are a walking furnace"

"Can you guys stop moving so much I am actually trying to fall asleep here"

"Stop complaining witchy, you can never fall asleep anyway!"

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lokiskitten · 3 years

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Darling I loved adventurous trip soooo much - I thought that you maybe could do a second part where the deflowers the Reader? Or maybe he gives her first head? I am not sure you can choose 🥰 If not that’s also perfectly fine thank you

Tom Hiddleston | adventurous trippt2

Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader

plot : ( refer to part 1 ) after the eventful afternoon you guys spent together, you decide to offer Tom your virginity. He therefore takes the initiative to drive until a motel where you two decide to spend the night.

warnings : smut, age gap, kissing, deflowering, unprotected sex, breeding kink, intra!ejaculation.

Wind brushed through your hair as Tom drove onto one of the many isolated roads of Britain, his hand gently resting onto your thigh whilst the other one kept a firm grip of the steering wheel. A small smile had progressively formed on his lips, his sunglasses gracefully resting on top of his nose as he hummed along the song which played on the radio. Your childish self playfully stared out of the window, watching the landscapes that passed by and disappeared at a rather fast pace whilst enjoying the warmth Tom’s palm offered your upper thigh.

“I don’t want to go home.” You suddenly affirmed, catching the grown man’s attention as he took half a second to shoot you a simple look. He then looked back at the road, thumb rubbing against your clothed flesh. “We don’t have to. We can stop somewhere else for the night.” He answered reassuringly, earning joy from your tormented soul. Now, this was one of the reasons to why you loved him : he was always willing to participate in your unexpected change of plans. “That’d be lovely.” You responded, your hand now landing on top of his in order to accentuate the physical contact you desperately craved for.

This upcoming event managed to strike some confidence within your heart. If you had behaved shyly at first, the accumulation of physical contact and interactions easily led you to crave for more. You wanted Tom to be the first. “I want you to be the first.” You announced, earning an eyebrow raise from the older man who also stood as your best friend. He seemed surprised to hear such a thing, yet his rational heart also felt flattered that you were willing to offer him all of your trust by giving yourself to him. “Well..” He spoke lowly, clearing his throat in order to offer himself some extra time to think about all of this.

“Is it really what you want?” He ended up asking on a rather serious tone, which allowed you to guess that he was nowhere near being joking. Now, this made you shift in your seat as a layer of anxiety now took over your formerly confident mindset. Tom had managed to make you doubt due to his cold words. “Umh.. yes?” You responded hesitantly, fearing that this would also reduce the chances you had for the older man to believe you. “Mmh.” Groaned Tom as his vehicle penetrated into a random Motel’s parking lot. He stopped his car into one of the emplacements before turning off the engine, his body then turning towards yours as he was now able to focus his entire attention on your saddened self.

Instead of speaking up, the man unexpectedly began to caress your hair before bringing a few loose strands behind your ear. His thumb and index finger took a gentle hold of your chin in order to move your face towards his, ocean blue eyes making contact with your rather turned off self. “Hey..” he began calmly, wanting to slowly dip you into the subject. “You don’t owe me anything. You know that, right?” Tom questioned, earning an understanding nod from you. Never once had you thought that you owed your friend something, but it was probably better for him to see and understand it with his own eyes. “Right.” Tom finished before turning back around and reaching for the door handle.

He opened the door of the vehicle before stepping out of the car, anxiously looking around and seeking for random people passing by which he thankfully didn’t spot. Tom had always enjoyed peace, but also remained aware that motels didn’t necessarily have a good reputation. The last thing he wished was to put you in danger. You got out of the car as well, slamming the door shut after yourself before beginning to follow the grown man until the motel’s reception desk. It didn’t take long for the two of you to book a room for the night, which Tom generously agreed to pay by himself, before being handed the key to your temporary apartment.

The room was petty, and so was the decoration and global hygiene. Yet the fact that you would get to spend an entire night with your friend managed to make you forget about all of those irrelevant details. Tom dropped his jacket onto one of the chairs after he had taken care of closing the door behind your agitated silhouette. His body turned towards yours, mind remembering about what you’ve previously told him in the car. His hands traveled up to your cheeks which he rubbed with his thumbs, the man taking steps forward in order to make you automatically back away towards the bed. Tom looked right into your soul, yet without ever appearing intrusive nor inappropriate. In contrary, it all felt amazingly right.

His lips ended up pressing against yours again, offering you another taste of his flesh for the first time since you had put an end to your first intercourse back in the car. You allowed yourself to shyly kiss back as the back of your legs collided with the dirty mattress, a sensation which managed to pull you back into reality. Pulling away, Tom watched in awe as you took the initiative to lie down on the bed yourself, your head soon colliding with the stiff pillows whilst your friend took care of patiently removing your shoes. He allowed himself to pull off your sock, his lips offering your ankle a delicate kiss whilst his ocean blue eyes continued to stare at your face.

A smile then appeared on his lips as the grown man began to lower his silhouette in order to get on top of you, your hands reaching out for his shoulders which you held in a needy manner. If you hadn’t hold yourself back, whimpers could’ve easily been escaping your lips by now. You were desperate to receive more of him. Again, his mouth came in contact with your open lips- tongue slipping inside of your mouth in order to get a taste of your saliva. You enjoyed this brand new, warm and moist physical contact. Tom’s hips soon began to grind against yours, his cock hardening within his pants at the thought of getting to intimately discover your body in a couple of minutes.

Though you were usually considered as an overthinker, this new position managed to make you forget about anything which didn’t regard the upcoming matter. You could feel genuine love and passion burning through every single of Tom’s kisses, his large hands roaming your waist as his hips continued to happily collide with yours. The scent which erupted from his neck and overall silhouette was quite intoxicating- the man having done a great job when it came to choosing the right cologne. An eager moan came out of your mouth, catching Tom off guard and leading him to chuckle playfully.

His body hovered above yours, arms now holding him up so that his blue eyes would be able to make proper eye contact with you. “What was that?” He questioned ironically, obviously looking forward to ease the ambiance by teasing you. You hid your face behind your palms, smile appearing on your lips as Tom used one of his hands to move your arms away from your pretty face. The eye contact the two of you now engaged managed to make your heart melt, nothing but pure honesty reflecting in Tom’s ocean blue orbs. Anyone with a good instinct was easily able to feel if a specific person possessed negative intentions, and you could genuinely tell that your friend neared none of those bad thoughts.

“You’re beautiful.” He affirmed calmly, earning a head tilt from your shy self. You never truly knew how to properly react face to receiving an unexpected compliment. After taking a few seconds waiting for an answer, Tom decided to break the silence by beginning to go down on you, his large hand trailing down your thigh until he was kneeling in between your legs. His hands began to unbutton your jeans, which were then removed in order to allow the older man to praise your bare flesh. He lifted your leg up to his face, lips spraying rough kisses and gentle bites onto your inner thigh- moves which sent chills down your spine. You tilted your head back as your hands took a firm hold of the bedsheets.

Face to your positive reaction, a smirk appeared on Tom’s lips as his eyes were directed towards your face, lips still pressed against your skin as he progressively made his way towards your crotch. If you once felt intimidated by the thought of such an interaction, you couldn’t help but now want things to accelerate and accentuate. A few extra shy moans came out of your mouth upon sensing Tom’s nose near your clothed cunt, your genitals throbbing and soaking up underneath the comfortable cotton panties. One of your hands reached down for his shoulder, leading the man to look up at your exhilarated self. You were pulling onto his shirt- either suggesting for him to take it off or make his way back up to your upper body.

Being torn apart by doubt, Tom sat back up on his knees before beginning to unbutton his fancy shirt he once took off for you in the back of his vehicle. His defined abdominals were revealed to you yet again, your eyes still as pleased by this satisfying view. Smiling down at you, the man tossed the article of clothing away before leaning back down, lips colliding with yours in order to form a passionate kiss. You were now easily able to feel his hardened cock and that even through his pants, a sensation you couldn’t potentially get enough off and which sent your own genitals crazy. You were now desperately gripping onto his hair, wishing to install a little bit of extra heat within this already eager intercourse.

Tom obviously understood your signals as one of his hands traveled down until his pants which he began to undo, the other forearm keeping his body up above yours and making sure not to accidentally crush your smaller self. You looked down at his hurried action, your hands resting against your own chest as your eyes admired his perfectly veiny hands. In order to remain active as well, you ended up sitting up to remove your shirt, leaving yourself in nothing but your bra and comfortable panties. This was an initiative which visibly pleased the older man who barely just got done with unbuttoning and sliding off his trousers. As soon as he managed to get rid of his pants, the British gentleman was back at it again, more eager than ever.

His lips now praised your neck, the scent of your pheromones driving his own senses absolutely crazy. One of his hands dared to begin to massage your breast, offering it exactly the perfect amount of attention it needed and craved for. Your breath was shivery, and so was his. Tom was soon to begin a well deserved dry humping session, his hips eagerly colliding against yours as if he wanted you to get used to the upcoming interaction before it had even started. You moaned as you felt his warmth against your crotch, clit and lips throbbing out of need and envy face to such inviting manners.

“More..” you begged silently, eyes opening only to end up making contact with his. Tom smiled down at you, appreciating the way you seemed to be feeling more confident about the overall situation. “My fierce little girl..” he praised happily, his lips then pressing a kiss to your forehead. One of Tom’s hands slid down until his underwear which he pulled down, revealing his stiff member which you didn’t even bare to look at for now. Then, the grown man took a few steps back in order to remove your own panties, which were then tossed to the side like most of the pieces of clothing you once wore. Falling back down between your legs, an unexpected shiver ran down your spine as his warm tip collided with your clit.

Again, it was a brand new feeling you would surely get accustomed to, and which you would probably soon be begging for more of. But for now, anxiety had managed to take over your organism again. “It might hurt a little at first. The best you can do is relax, breath.” Tom explained reassuringly, not wishing for this upcoming sensation to take you off guard and potentially scare you for good. One of the male’s hands took ahold of your thigh, lifting it up against his hip and keeping it there whilst he began to line up with your sensitive entrance. Meanwhile, you calmly rested where you’ve been lying for a couple of minutes now whilst waiting for Tom to finally penetrate your cunt.

His tip ended up pushing inside of you at a slow pace, allowing your entrance to take the time it needed in order to stretch and accustom to his rather prominent size. A guttural groan escaped Tom’s lips upon finally feeling his cockhead being wrapped in your wetness, this sensation sending shivers down his spine and tickles within his own genitals. On another hand, you couldn’t help but wince silently in order not to offend your friend, your hands taking ahold of his shoulders for both physical and mental support. Thomas waited a couple of seconds before beginning to push himself further in, his girth breaking through your hymen which thankfully didn’t hurt one bit. It only felt as if something was stretching you out, but pain lacked.

Once he had finally reached balls deep, the calm adult looked down at you in order to spot potential facial expressions which could’ve betrayed the fact that you felt uncomfortable. He would obviously wait until these had eased up before he could begin to thrust in and out of you. The warm sensation of his balls pressed against your ass managed to pull you out of your negative thoughts, as it was a small add up indeed but which still managed to bring joy to your lustful heart. Your cunt couldn’t help but unintentionally contract around his member, leading Tom to wince every time your walls squeezed and got tighter against your will. It was a pleasuring feeling, but which also made the man crave for more.

After waiting for a couple of long seconds, Tom took the initiative to move out of your tight self, earning fainted hisses from you which progressively faded away the more his hips thrusted against and away from your crotch. Thankfully for the two of you, the minor previous foreplay had managed to soak you up perfectly- which obviously made it less painful for you than it could’ve been. You were now fully able to enjoy the beginning intercourse, your arms wrapping around Tom’s neck and pulling him closer to your desperate silhouette. Your eyelids closed, your brain seeking for extra concentration through this sexual interaction. Never once you had thought it could feel that good, and even less with a man who was twice your age. To be frankly honest, you hadn’t truly questioned the matter until today.

Tom moaned against your ear, his gutteral groans sending chills down your spine and shockwaves of pleasure through your crotch. Your entrance continued to occasionally contract around his thick girth, making the overall interaction even more enjoyable for the older man who was seeking intense sensations. You absolutely loved feeling his warmth against yours, the way his smooth skin would rub against your flesh in such a nice manner. You absolutely didn’t regret trusting him through this scary process, and you were now rewarded for your boldness and courage. The bedhead rocked against the wall as Tom thrusted in and out of you, hips rolling against yours in divine manner. None of you could potentially care nor even think about the neighbors’ tranquility at the moment, as you were too intoxicated by the ongoing intercourse to pay attention to your surroundings.

Thomas unexpectedly bit down onto your neck, teeth taking a gentle hold of your flesh as if the man wished to make you his, to mate, tame and claim you as his. As primal as it could appear, you enjoyed it. Besides, your heart now irrevocably belonged to him, which left no room for another man, or woman, to steal your devoted attention. His thrusts were now getting sloppier, exhausted pants exiting Tom’s lips as his hands moved underneath your back before taking ahold of your shoulders- probably in order to keep you in place when he would finally come. Again, you managed to bump into this rather primal side of his through small details such as this one. However, before you could think any further, you suddenly and unexpectedly felt a warm substance fill up your hole, staining your walls with heat and lust. Had he just..?

Seemingly satisfied moans escaped Tom’s lips as his hips remained tightly pressed against yours, balls twitching as they sent warm sperme shooting through his sensitive urethra which remained locked with your cervix. If there was a chance for you not to get pregnant, your friend had just wiped it off the list. The grown man moved up, face looking down at your crotch as he pulled out of you. “Ohhh... fuck.” He moaned, cum soon beginning to flow out of your twitching entrance. Now, this was an extremely delicious sight to the man who had a breeding kink- and who enjoyed admiring his good work. His thumb traveled up to your clit which he began to rub and tease; once again sending shockwaves of pleasure through your crotch. Your entrance contracted unwillingly, leading more semen to squirt out of your exhausted and sweaty self.

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love thy neighbor | kun (m)

title: love thy neighbor pairing: kun x black reader genre: fluff, smut, neighbors to lovers request: “Hello again Rain! I hope you're doing well and I'm happy to see you're open for requests again. Your writing in general is a treat to look forward to. An idea for a fic I'd like to suggest is wayv kun/black oc where they're neighbors that secretly pine for another and do feel free get very nsfw lmao. TY!” word count: 5.7k warnings: alcohol use, protected sex, dirty talk, dry humping, riding a/n: i used a prompt from this list of ideas to help me create this fic.

i’m sorry, this fic could’ve theoretically been finished long ago but took me 3893 years because kun intimidates me (and i don’t know why) and that makes it hard to write for him l m f a o chile anyway...

Your neighbor might actually kill you one day—but only in the figurative sense.

Kun is too beautiful and kind for your sanity; he’s like one of those men out of a romantic novel who simply should not exist. In other words, the ideal guy. One who helps all the little old ladies in the building take their groceries up to their apartments, one who feeds all the stray cats that hang around the complex, one who helps new tenants move their things in without even being asked.

Your roommate Charlotte would probably be totally smitten over him just like you if she did not already have her own happy relationship with her girlfriend. But since she does, she has decided to spend her time instead teasing you about your crush on him and trying to persuade you into getting tangled up in a matchmaking mess.

“I’m sure he already has a girlfriend, I don’t know, trying to shoot my shot seems ridiculous,” you say to her, worrying the edge of your blanket in your hands. You toss and turn on the couch, flipping onto your stomach and sighing before shuffling onto your back again. “People like that can never stay single for long. Right? They get snapped up quick.”

“You’d know if you simply asked,” Charlotte points out. “Staring holes into his head won’t help you find out more about him.”

“I guess you’re right,” you say, your fingers stumbling over the blanket as it momentarily slips from your hands. Still, the idea of asking him if he’s dating anyone, whether discreetly or more openly, makes you nervous. You’ve talked to Kun several times before, even hung out with him at those friendly get-togethers your apartment building always holds to get the residents mingling, but you’re still anxious around him. It makes you feel silly, like you’re back in high school; but you aren’t quite sure what to do with those emotions or how to form them into something coherent. “Easy to say all that when you already have the person you want, though.”

“Oh, girl. Love is not easy, but that’s why you have to fucking work for it. AKA, go for what—or who—the hell you want and stop pining over him like some lost Juliet on our couch. It’s better than watching you flop around like a dying fish.”

You stand up from the couch abruptly, leaving your blanket to the side and glaring at her. “You don’t get it, ugh.”

“I get it! But you refuse to let me help—”

“Yes, because if I did, you’d say something completely ridiculous and tell him I’m madly in love with him or something.” You head to the bathroom to check yourself in the mirror.

Charlotte throws her hands up in surrender. “Hey, maybe. But that wouldn’t be a lie.”

“Really? I don’t think—”

“I think so. The way you talk about this guy, it’s definitely sounding a little like love to me.”

Once you’re satisfied, you come back in the main room and grab your keys, wanting to end this conversation before Charlotte sets a world record for how many times she can make you feel embarrassed. “Whatever you say. I’m gonna go to the corner store, so...speak now if you need something or forever hold your peace.”

“You can’t run from it,” Charlotte sing-songs, going back to reading her magazine. “And no, I don’t need anything.”

Once you get out your front door, it’s just your luck when you see Kun’s door is also open. You are not dressed for running into him, of all people; your “corner store” clothes being just a T-shirt, leggings, and slides. You freeze in place and momentarily think about unlocking your door and bolting back inside, which you realize is utterly ridiculous. By then, it’s too late; he’s already coming out his door and closing it behind him.

He perks up when he sees you outside, smiling at you with those deep dimples that make your insides melt. “Hey Y/N, good to see you.”

“Kun! Uh—great to see you too.”

“Are you going out somewhere?” he asks. Inwardly, he feels a bit silly for asking because you clearly are, keys in hand and everything.

“Yeah, just to the store to get a few things.” You wave your hand, and you almost have the urge to lean on your doorframe to appear more calm and collected than you are. Which could potentially end up looking sillier than you intended. “How about you?”

“Going to see a friend,” he answers, and he brushes his hand through his hair in a way that’s completely casual but somehow modelesque at the same time. This is unbelievable, you think to yourself. “We haven’t met up in a while, so…”

“Oh yeah, it’s always nice to go out with old friends,” you say, smiling at the thought of it. Kun nods his agreement, and then has an abrupt, wild idea to ask if you’d like to go out somewhere sometime. Too busy warring with himself over whether he should take the dive, he doesn’t notice you heading towards the stairs already. “I hope you two have a good time!”

“Oh—thanks. Hope you enjoy your trip.” He chuckles, following you down the steps to get to his car. Well, that moment has passed. Sure, he could probably still ask you now if he was bold enough about it, but it feels too awkward to randomly ask someone out in the middle of a stairwell.

You wave bye to him once you both get in the parking lot. He watches you walk to your car with a wistful smile on his face. He wants to say more to you, but the timing isn’t right and it’s best not to hold you up right now. Plus, Hendery’s probably already waiting for him.

It would’ve provided you with a lot of relief if you knew Kun was facing a similar dilemma to you. He’d never had much problem talking to women he liked in the past, but something about you made him feel clumsy and hesitant. But just like with your inability to move forward, there’s no way for you to know his feelings without him saying anything about it—which he has been hesitating over for the longest.

Maybe he was also still cowering from the embarrassment of the time he’d tried to show you a magic trick that didn’t quite work out, but it was a convenient excuse. At least for him, anyway.

One day he’d get the courage to tell you how he felt, but he didn’t think today was that day.

–

Some strong shots and a few hours at the club was exactly what you needed to unravel your nerves after a long week. You and a few others from your work had decided to go out that Saturday night as a group effort to unwind from dealing with your overbearing boss. “Just a couple shots” eventually turned into more than that, though, but you weren’t complaining. As long as it gave you the opportunity to discard all your issues for a while, you didn’t mind losing yourself a little.

However, your night of fun quickly dissolves into frustration when you realize you’ve lost your keys and have no way to get back into your apartment. You’re not even sure where they might’ve disappeared—in the club, or in the rideshare back to your apartment?

Charlotte is out of the city for the week visiting her long-distance girlfriend, so there’s no way you’re getting back in your apartment tonight. The main office won’t be open at this hour, either; it’s the weekend, and nobody will be there regardless until Monday. And you’re definitely not drunk enough or desperate enough to try to bust the door down.

Though it pains you to do so, you knock on Kun’s door, your head throbbing and dizzy. You feel bad about this. He won’t even be awake at this hour and might not answer, but you don’t know what other options you have. You aren’t familiar enough with your other neighbors to ask this of them. Especially not the old lady living on the other side of you who has a perpetually judgmental aura towards everyone in the apartment building. The only person she seems marginally approving of is none other than the man himself—Qian Kun.

It takes a good minute or two, but you hear the latch unlock, and Kun is suddenly standing in front of you, a look of concern on his sleepy face. He is adorable like this, in his pajamas and his hair mussed and his eyes foggy with sleep. He’s so cute it makes you want to cry—and so you do.

But your tears are mostly because you’re very tipsy and tired and currently locked out of your very comfortable apartment.

This awakens Kun immediately. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He gently pulls you into his apartment, his tone quiet but panicked as you put your face in your hands and cry. You just shake your head for a few moments, crying too much to say anything to him. When you don’t reply, he doesn't try to press you for answers; he just puts his arms around you, a bit carefully as if you’re made of some easily breakable material, and lets you wet his T-shirt with your tears.

Finally, when you’ve collected yourself some, you abruptly feel foolish for crying over something like this. He probably thinks someone’s died, and you’ve gotten him all worked up for practically nothing. “I-I’m locked out,” you sigh heavily, and he has enough politeness not to outwardly react to your alcohol breath with your close proximity. “And my roommate is gone…forever.”

His eyebrows lift. “Forever?”

“The whole week, Kun...but it feels like...f-forever.”

“Ah...I see. Is that why you were crying?”

You put your head back in your hands. “Just kill me.”

“Don’t feel bad about it,” Kun says, and there is a tiny lift to his mouth like he wants to smile at your dramatics. “It’s fine. You can stay here tonight.”

“Kun, thank you.” You’re still loosely embracing each other, and you squeeze your arms more tightly around him. Maybe it’s just a reason to rest your head on his chest again and hear his heart beating strong against your cheek, but you wouldn’t admit that. Wait, why is his heart beating so fast? “Thank youuu, I love you so much, this means the world to me.”

Kun’s mind catches on the words I love you so much, and he knows you’re just drunk and need to sleep it off and aren’t really thinking about what you’re saying, but he cannot help lingering there for a moment. He’s glad the front room is still dim from the single lamp he turned on, otherwise you might notice the flush growing on his cheeks. “I...it’s no problem. We should get you comfortable, then.”

As it turns out, get you comfortable means he lets you sleep in his bed while he takes the couch. In another context you’d protest, not wanting to kick him out of his own space, but you are simply too smashed to think about it. You’re seconds away from falling asleep where you stand now that the adrenaline of discovering you’re locked out has worn off. Kun has the idea to make you drink some ice cold water, though, which wakes you up enough to take a proper shower.

By the time you get out of the shower and are wearing his clothes—his clothes—you are feeling a little more sober. You also feel like you’re going to have another small meltdown over all this. “This” being: wearing Kun’s clothes and standing in his bedroom, which is decorated with all his interests and treasured belongings. There’s a small studio setup in one corner, which interests you, but you don’t investigate it any further.

Now you have another little problem, though; what are you gonna do about the pillows? You don’t have anything to cover your hair with, with all your scarves and bonnets in your own apartment. One night of sleeping on a cotton pillow wouldn’t kill you, but that doesn’t make it any less distasteful to think about.

Kun comes into the bedroom to check on you and sees you puzzling around, sitting on the bed and looking awkward. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh. It’s nothing really,” you rush out, unsure if you should tell him about a problem he likely won’t even understand. It must be at least 4:00 a.m. by now, meaning you both desperately need to get some sleep.

“You can tell me, I won’t bite.”

I wouldn’t mind if you did pops into your head, but you immediately try to ignore that thought and are silently grateful that you do not blush visibly.

“Uh, my hair.”

“Your hair?”

“Okay, I need to cover it at night so it won’t get all broken off or anything—sleeping on cotton does wonders for destroying moisture—but I don’t have anything here to use. I mean—it’s...not a huge deal though, I can deal with it for a night?” You’re rambling now. Kun just nods, taking in all this information like he’s listening to something very important and very interesting.

“So then, what would you do to stop that?”

“Wear a scarf, or a bonnet, or using a silk pillowcase works, too. But you probably don’t have any of that stuff, you don’t have to bother with it—”

“Well, let me see.” Kun disappears into his closet and you pause, wondering for a moment if he actually does have a bonnet or something in there. Which would probably be a little hilarious to you.

He comes back out with not a bonnet of a scarf or even a pillowcase, but one of his own shirts. It’s just the right material though, being a pretty purple silk.

“Oh—Kun.” At this point, there are several emotions all trying to come to the forefront, though you have no clue which one to settle on. “Your shirt? You really don’t have to. I could…”

“It’s just a shirt, Y/N. There are a lot more where that comes from...I don’t mind.” He chuckles.

You sigh bashfully but take the shirt from him. “Thank you, it’s really thoughtful of you.” You cover the pillow with his shirt, and it works perfectly.

“Anyway, if you need anything else, just tell me,” he says, lingering by the door.

“I will...thank you,” you say, your voice quiet as you give him a nervous smile. Only when he shuts the door and his footsteps fade away do you allow yourself to bunch the comforter in your fists and scream into it. Everything in here smells just like him, which is probably more than enough to fuel all of your Qian Kun-related daydreams for the next 8 months.

It doesn’t take long for you to drift off when you finally do lie down, and your mind is blissfully empty of anything throughout the night.

The next day takes a bit of settling into. You’re momentarily alarmed when you wake up faced with a strange room until you remember last night’s events and recall where you are. There is also the smell of food, good food, which is also sadly unfamiliar to you. Charlotte can’t cook to save either of your lives, so you know you’d never be waking up to the smell of a professional chef-approved breakfast if you were still in your apartment with her.

Walking out of Kun’s room, you see that he’s in the kitchen, halfway finished with cooking breakfast for the both of you. It’s more like brunch at this hour, but what does that matter.

You linger at the doorway for a moment, allowing yourself to imagine that this is what things would be like if you were dating. Getting this view everyday? Life cannot be this unfair.

Maybe not too much, though, since you are standing in his kitchen.

“Oh, good morning,” he greets you, breaking your reverie. “Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning. I slept great. Thanks again for, you know, the shirt, haha…”

He grins, and his dimples come out. “Sure thing. Go ahead and sit! Breakfast will be ready soon.”

It’s the best breakfast you’ve eaten since living with Charlotte; maybe some of the best food you’ve ever had. “I had no idea you could cook this well,” you say. “I mean. I guess I wouldn’t since I haven’t—you know, uh—eaten here before, but—it’s great.” It’s just your luck that your thoughts come out in this fumbling mini-rant, but Kun only laughs good-naturedly.

“Thank you, I’m truly glad you like it.”

You both continue eating breakfast while making light conversation. This just might be the longest conversation you’ve had with each other, and that knowledge seems surreal. You’re almost a little glad you lost your key. Almost.

“So...today is Sunday. And the leasing office still won’t be open until Monday.” Kun says this over the remnants of breakfast. He speaks in a measured tone, like he’s trying to ensure he says the right thing. Whatever that could possibly be. “And you told me your roommate won’t be back until Monday.”

To your credit, you hadn’t exactly accounted for this when you first came over to his place in your distressed state. That means another night spent in his apartment though, which becomes very obvious to you now. “Ah. Sorry, am I imposing?”

“What—no, I-I just wanted to make sure you knew you can stay here tonight, or—however long you need.”

Relief floods through you, and you briefly wonder why you even worried about it; as far as you know, he’s not the kind of person to just kick someone out. “Ohh, of course—that’s good to know. Thank you for all this!”

“You’re welcome.” You miss the smile he gives to your response as you’re busy drinking your juice, but it’s one filled with a certain affection.

It feels a bit awkward to just sit around in his apartment all day, with nothing to do and all your belongings still locked out of your reach in your own place, so Kun shows you the studio in the corner of his room. He’d talked about being into music before, but you’d never heard anything of his until now.

When he plays the keyboard for you, it’s to the tune of a beautiful self-composed song. You almost pinch yourself to remind yourself this isn’t a hallucination or a fever dream. A man this appealing really exists, and you’ve stayed the night in his apartment and eaten his breakfast. You give a small round of applause when he finishes.

“Wouldn’t it be cool if you became a famous singer or something? I’d come to all your concerts,” you say lightly, kicking your legs on the edge of his bed.

“All? Really, all?” He laughs.

“Yes, all. A voice and talent like that deserves all the attention.” You lean back on his bed, stretching your legs out. “But all your venues would probably be sold out. Hopefully you’d remember me from your lil’ ole apartment building. I’m sure you’d be living in a penthouse by then.”

Kun smiles bashfully at your compliments, waving his hands as if it’s too much. “Thank you. But I don’t think I could ever forget you.” His voice grows a bit softer. His expression is more genuine than you expect for a conversation that was so playful only seconds ago, and you find it hard to hold eye contact all of a sudden.

It is your turn to be bashful, and you shrug in an effort to seem natural. “Well, I’m flattered.” Despite your unaffected demeanor, you don’t think those words will leave your mind for a good while, even if you wonder about the meaning of them.

Later that evening, Kun makes dinner and you watch TV together, flipping to whatever channels have dramas or movies playing.

You two eventually fall into another conversation when you can’t find anything good to watch—one that does not make you overly nervous for once. During a lull in the talking, that big question pops up into your mind, and you wince internally at how Charlotte would’ve already told you to make a move. You aren't sure how to do that without making him uncomfortable or seeming too sudden, but you decide to make an attempt.

You edge into it with, “So, um, your place looks pretty nice for one guy. It’s just you here, right?”

“Ah yeah, just me. Thanks, I do try my best.”

“Haha, I’m used to my guy friends all having super messy apartments until they get a girlfriend and she teaches them how to clean a stove for the first time…”

“Oh really? That’s a bit sad for them, isn’t it?” He chuckles. “I’m not dating anyone right now, so it’s all me.”

Just the information you were looking for. You try not to show your elation. “Why not?” you blurt out. Then you cringe because this might sound too invasive or even judgmental, but Kun only grins. “It’s just, it’s a little surprising. You’re such a generous person. You seem to care about everyone, even those poor stray kitties that stay outside the apartments all the time.”

He smiles timidly in response to receiving more of your compliments. “I guess it seems curious when you put it like that.” Just like when you’d drunkenly said I love you so much, there’s suddenly heat on the back of his neck that he hopes won’t turn into another blush that’ll expose him. “I don’t really know, I haven’t thought much about it; life’s weird like that.” He isn’t really sure how to answer that question in a way that won’t be too big of a hint that he’s interested in you, though he’s also not entirely sure why he’s still trying to hide it. Wouldn’t now be the perfect opportunity? When will you two have this much time together again? Still, you staying in his apartment for two days doesn’t mean you like him, and maybe he’s jumping the gun.

“That’s true. Guess that’s the same reason why I’ve been alone for a while now.” You shake your head.

“You?” Kun is equally surprised to know this about you.

You laugh incredulously. “Does that shock you or something?”

“I...well.” He rubs the back of his neck as he searches for the words. “I just thought...you’re very pretty, and you’re always really kind when we speak, so...”

“Oh?” Your face heats up at that.

“Yeah, I…think anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

“Oh.” Your body’s first instinct is to freeze with nervousness, but you know Charlotte would be kicking your ass in gear right now if she were somehow here. So, you decide to stop stressing about it and just do it. “Well...wouldn’t it be nice if we both had a way to fix our problems at the same time?”

Kun pauses for a moment before replying. “What do you suggest?” He knows what you are proposing—you can see in his eyes and his slight grin and his posture that he knows—but maybe he wants to hear you say it out loud.

“Hm, well…I don’t know, what do you think?” You lean a bit closer to him, raising your eyebrows and trying your best to look innocent and unassuming. His smile turns into something different with your increased proximity. Something a little more sly.

Mirroring your actions, he inches nearer to you until there’s little space left between. “Well, I think…” Kun tentatively closes the remaining gap between the two of you, the rest of his sentence left to linger as his soft lips envelop yours.

Maybe it’s corny to say it, but it definitely feels like one of those fairytale kisses with the fireworks going off and streamers popping; even though you’re sitting on his couch wearing his pajamas, some movie in the background you’ve long forgotten the plot of, empty dinner plates sitting on the coffee table in front of you.

You aren’t sure how you end up in his lap—who made the first move? Was it his hand on your back or your hands on his shoulders? You straddle him on the couch, your arms slipping around his shoulders and his hands on your back but assuredly traveling farther down your body.

Kun’s hands come to rest on your thighs, pulling the fabric of his shorts up a few inches higher. “I never thought I’d see you wearing my clothes,” he says lowly, grinning against your mouth.

“I also never thought I’d be sitting in your lap like this, but maybe sometimes dreams do come true,” you say jokingly, your lips rubbing against his skin as you slowly kiss his jaw.

You can’t see his expression, but his eyebrows shoot up at that. “Dreams, huh? You think about me often?” His voice pitches lower when he asks this, aroused by the thought of you imagining anything quite so lewd about him. You’ve definitely incriminated yourself now and won’t be able to wiggle out of it without an answer.

“...Maybe.”

“What do you think about me?” Kun grips your hips, which quickly turns into him grabbing your ass—tentatively at first to test the waters, and then firmly enough to grind you against his hardening cock. Sensing him solid and warm underneath you sends a shockwave down your spine, and the sensation heightens when his voice caresses your ear, all low and tense with arousal. “It’s just the two of us here. No one else has to know.”

“I think about your...lips. How you might kiss me. Or what you might say to me. And...your hands.” You pause there, a quiet breath whispering past your lips. “You have really big hands, you know.”

“My hands…” Kun places one on your chest, spreading his fingers across and touching your collarbone. The heel of his palm glides on the top of your breast, and just that touch is enough to get you more worked up. “Hmm. Actually, I’ll admit I’m pretty good with my hands.” He smirks, and he’s possibly the finest thing you’ve ever seen. “What else, Y/N?”

“I thought about how you’d touch me.” His hand slides between your breasts now, down your sternum, and to your stomach. “Maybe I’d invite you into my apartment when Charlotte wasn’t there. We’d watch some stupid movie and pretend to be into it, but we’re really just thinking about each other. You’d eventually end up slipping your hand up my skirt...and making me cum all over your fingers.”

You aren’t sure how you’re saying all this to Kun right now, the dude you have a major crush on, without bursting into flames.

His shaft rubbing against your clit even through your layers of clothes makes you sigh dreamily, pressing your forehead to his and gripping at his shoulders and biceps. His bangs are soft against your forehead, and your breath stutters when he moves to kiss the side of your neck. He has to know how hard your heart is beating right now.

“And then what?” His voice is barely a whisper, then.

“And then you’d fuck me, of course.” There’s a slight laugh in your voice at the ticklish feeling of his lips kissing your skin.

“And then I’d fuck you...hm,” he echoes. “Sure, I can do that.”

The promise of it entices you, and more heat pools between your legs, amplified by the fabric rubbing against your sensitive parts. His hand that’s still on your stomach travels under your shirt then, and your hips falter in your rhythm against him when his fingers brush across your nipple. He brings his lips to your other breast, lapping his tongue against your nipple over the fabric.

You soon come like this, his shaft grinding against your clit and his clothes rubbing against your skin, his hands on your ass and his lips traveling across your breasts. The orgasm is sudden and surprises you, but it’s good, and you convulse as the waves of pleasure course through you. You weaken and slump against him, with him still teasing your breasts with his mouth and hands. Pushing your face into his hair, you moan into the black strands until the quivering stops.

You’re breathless when you speak again. “You haven’t come yet.”

“I’d rather do that when I’m inside you,” he replies. You giggle quietly.

“...What are you waiting for, then?”

“Hold on.” Kun carefully maneuvers you off his lap, and you already want to complain at the lack of his touch. “I have to get a condom.”

“Hurry, or you’ll miss all the fun,” you say as you pull your shirt off with your back to him. You look back over your shoulder at him and grin mischievously.

“You’re such a tease…”

Kun goes into his room to fetch a condom, and when he returns he’s already pulling his shirt off, leaving it on the floor somewhere. You’re fully naked now, your legs pulled up to your chest and your chin resting on your knees as you sit on the couch. Kun’s eyes drop between your legs, your inner thighs still glistening from your previous orgasm, and he swipes his tongue across his lips at the sight of you, wet and ready for him.

Likewise, your eyes drop to the dark trail of hair leading into his pants and his bulge just below it, the way his sweatpants cling to his length, and your pussy throbs with the desire to be filled.

“Please, hurry.”

Kun doesn’t waste any time in getting the rest of his clothes off, shoving his pants and underwear done in one swift move and rolling the condom over his shaft. He climbs onto the couch, grabbing your legs and guiding them around his waist, and you giggle at his eager but gentle touch as you recline on the couch pillows behind you.

He grabs his dick and lines it up with you, then pushes it in slowly at first. The stretch makes your toes curl, but it is a good kind of stretch, the kind that fills you to the brim. Like the missing element you needed.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice husky from the pleasure.

“Fuck, please,” is your answer as you shift your hips and try to get him all the way inside quicker. Noticing your urgency, he slides the rest of the way in until your hips are flush against each other and starts thrusting into you. His length dragging across your walls feels much better than you could’ve imagined on any given night, and you clasp your legs tighter around him to get ever closer.

After a point, he pushes your legs up with his hands behind your knees so he can get a deeper angle, and you both moan at the difference in sensation and how much tighter you get around him.

There is no ignoring the messy wet noises of your bodies colliding due to the slickness of your previous orgasm and the new wetness he’s continually fucking out of you. Each thrust reaches deep inside you, deep enough to make you nearly sob, your hands fumbling over your breasts and your clit all the while.

“Kun, god yes please,” you whimper, rocking your hips into the rhythm of his own. You fucking him back makes him groan deeply, his bangs hanging off his forehead as he dips his head to watch himself slide in and out of you. You could not control the urge or the motion of your body even if you wanted to; you want all of him, as close as he can get.

“I don’t want this to end,” he moans, and he pulls out without a warning. You gasp at the sudden emptiness, and your discontent comes out in a full whine. You’d be more embarrassed about it if you weren’t currently consumed with desire, but you presently do not care.

Kun sits back on the couch and pulls you on top of him again. “Ride me,” he says. So you grasp the base of his cock, him grunting as you do, and you press the tip against your entrance before pushing it in. He watches himself slip inside of you while fully enraptured, one hand tight on your hip.

Once you are full with him again, you experimentally grind against him to see how it’ll feel in this new position, and your arms tremble as his pelvis stimulates your clit.

“Go ahead,” he whispers, grasping the nape of your neck and kissing you hard once more, “fuck yourself on me.”

So you keep grinding your clit on him like that, your limbs shaking from the stimulation and your walls fluttering around his cock. You can barely catch a complete breath from him kissing you hard enough to make your lips swell, and your head is so fogged with lust that all you can concentrate on is getting yourself off just like he told you to do.

“Kun…” You roll your head onto his shoulder, pressing your forehead into his skin, your body tiring as you get closer to reaching that high. You’re so close to coming, but you’re not sure if you have enough strength left to get there on your own. Kun notices the state you’re in and grasps your hips to pull them into his, effortlessly sliding himself into you while making sure your clit gets stimulated at the same time.

The new friction of his dick rubbing against your g-spot in this position is enough to have you finally coming and crying out against his neck.

You continue babbling nonsense against his neck as he keeps fucking you, searching for his own end. His hands are hot on your body as he moves you up and down his length.

His climax comes soon after yours, his dick pulsing and his pace slowing. Your back arches at the sensation of him throbbing inside you and releasing his cum into the condom. The way he groans in your ear has your stomach clenching.

For a few minutes after, you both sit quietly and do nothing but cling to one another as you come down from the pleasure.

“So, does this mean we’re together now…?” Kun asks hopefully, running his hands over your back as you lie against him.

You smile against his skin. “Obviously. But if you still want to convince me, we can go a couple more rounds…”

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I've been debating making this because this is definitely not what my blog is known for and I was worried that people wouldn't want to see it, but with the amount of shit im seeing on twitter it's compelled me to make this because I'm so frustrated.

I feel like I could make 100 posts about 'Cancel Culture' and it wouldn't be enough, so I'm just going to focus on what caused me to write this tonight - the Tommy situation. *Warning for a VERY long post below*

To be clear, Tommy has been in 'hot water' on twitter for the past couple weeks, roughly starting with the KSI collaboration where he made a joke about dream stans.

Last week, when the SBI 'exposing account' got made and twitter hyped it up, someone made a Tommy account and made a thread of things he needed to be '''educated''' on: https://twitter.com/idktommyinnit/status/1379158964148002821?s=20

I'll let you read it for yourself (and come to your own conclusion) but to me.... half of this stuff does not require a twitter thread? Breaking it down accusation by accusation:

1) 'The Mexican accent' - the clips show he is clearly only doing it when copying big Q (who famously exaggerates his own accent) and there is zero malicious intent (Big Q is also IN the 3 clips mentioned in the thread, and obviously didn't tell Tommy it was offensive). There's debates in the comments from people who think it is offensive and people who don't, so I'm not trying to pick a side. To avoid accidentally offending anyone, maybe it is best for him to stop, but the way twitter acts as if he was purposefully doing this to offend people is just not true.

2- 'Making a slave joke' - Even saying that feels wrong, because it suggests Tommy is doing something awful. Instead, they are referring to the 'bit' that Tommy, Techno, Tubbo and Ant were involved in, when Tommy and Techno took Tubbo and Ant as their slave. People are taking this vod and using it to accuse Tommy of being insensitive to Black people, but I think people are just assuming the worst. Slavery existed long before the transatlantic slave trade and still exists today. This is a role-play server - Tommy 'forced' Ant to work for him and used the word slave, which to me is exactly what was happening? People 'murder' others on the SMP, people 'kidnap' on the SMP, people are 'terrorists' on the SMP, and all happen without issue. To add, Ant is a WHITE man. Tommy taking a WHITE man as a slave is not something uber problematic.

3- 'His reply to Techno's 'murder is bad' tweet'. - I get people saying that Techno's initial tweet was insensitive, but saying Tommy's agreement to this from almost over a year ago is something notable and worth addressing is just super nitpicky and is clearly only in there to pad out the thread. It also makes me wonder what other CC's interacted with it and if THEY should be cancelled too (according to twitter).

4 - 'The saying slurs' tweet / jokes about 'whats the worst word you know' - This one I can kinda see how people might not like it. However, it's clearly a 'poke' at his friends, making them seem like bad people. To me, its in the same vein as 'Tubbo is a Tory' or when Tubbo shoots back that 'Tommy is a Nigel Farage fan'. They're obviously not, but its making fun of your friends by saying they are, and mockingly making them out out to be bad people.

5- 'Covid jokes' - People are taking jokes he made about him 'having covid' and saying he shouldn't joke about this, even going as far to linking it to asian hate crimes. I don't even know how to explain that that this is just? not a 'cancellable offence'? I'm sorry but if I hear anyone in my family coughing I make a little joke that 'they better not have covid' and I know other people do. I have someone in my family who is extremely vulnerable to Covid and if they caught it, would quite literally die, but I can understand that jokes like these are harmless. The whole internet had a running joke that we were in a 'panoramic' or 'Panera' or 'insert any word that sounds like pandemic.

This thread got a lot of attention and anything he tweeted afterwards was spammed with the link and there were so many people upset that he hadn't addressed it. I saw so many people say how 'upset' and 'disappointed' they were in him.

Going on to today, this happened: https://twitter.com/khasiid/status/1380611890104139776?s=20

I get it, it looks bad. But for context (which the tweet doesn't give), the reply was only up for less than a minute. It was obvious to me, even BEFORE Tommy addressed it in his stream (clip here: https://twitter.com/cowrpse/status/1380640046202593283?s=20 ) that it was a mistake. In the clip, he clearly acknowledges his mistake and seems embarrassed. To me, this situation should just be laid to rest because a mistake does not need this much attention, but twitter disagrees.

In case it wasn't obvious by now, the tide is turning against Tommy and people are less willing to ignore genuine mistakes and assume the worst.

Today, during his birthday stream people were clearly already waiting for him to mess up. Around half way through, he started saying 'finna' out of context and Tubbo joined in. This led to tons of tweets telling him he was misusing AAVE, and while there were plenty of people willing to be patient and educate, there were also people seeing this as an example of him being a 'bad person' and someone who should be 'without a platform'. I think people forget that not everyone has the same internet upbringing as they do. In general, I think its noted that the misuse of AAVE is something that has just recently been brought to attention. I learned about it through tiktok and stan twitter, and I don't think it's unimaginable that a British 17 year old boy (who is not active on either) has never heard of 'African American Vernacular English'.

Just for a fuller picture, today has also brought about another 'criticism' that I just had to address.

1) 'Tommy made a KKK joke' - Like the 'slavery' point, saying this is extremely misleading. It makes people think the worst. Here's the clip: https://twitter.com/ghostburz/status/1380673589612011522?s=20

Here, Tommy and Tubbo are both joking about Tubbo's 'bit' of naming his alt streams 'aaaaaaaaaa', 'bbbbbbb', 'cccccc', etc and how it would've been bad if it was 'kkkkkkkk' (for obvious reasons). That is literally it. It is a less than 20 second clip. Acknowledging that people woulda thought about the 'KKK' is not him 'not understanding Black issues', its a throwaway joke about the obvious.

Lastly, someone on twitter has made a tommyinnit (address asap) doc - https://docs.google.com/document/d/1tZEZtBzikS-EYYkssfFtwVOoFqOwCK0zhStLe6H1wCc/edit

I've basically already covered everything in this document, but I wanted to mention how extremely 'guilt trippy' the whole thing is. I struggled to come up with the perfect word for the situation, and I am open to hearing other peoples opinion, but as I have mentioned none of these things Tommy has been accused of were done with malicious intent, and some I believe don't even need addressed at all.

'slavery is a source of astronomical trauma for black people, and isn’t something to be taken lightly if you’re to look into the horrors of the slave trade."

and "Oftentimes they are the last words we hear before we die and it really is not Tommy’s place to joke about words that affect us so negatively."

Are extremely emotional words for a 17-year-old boy to hear on his birthday, for stuff that I believe has been taken out of context and blown out of proportion.

I really feel bad for him, because such a large proportion of twitter (which ofc is the loudest side of the fanbase) is angry at him and is demanding (as the document says) ''either a stream or twitter thread/twitlonger to addressing this' and 'a long and serious apology instead of a short statement pre-stream'.

We all know how twitter works, and unless his apology is perfect (which to me means apologising for stuff that he should't have to, as explained in the thread), twitter will continue with this weird hyper focus on everything he does, and it's not going to end well.

Twitter's mentality of 'putting everything this person has done that could ever be considered problematic' into one neat little thread is so unhelpful and counter intuitive. I got overwhelmed reading some of the stuff people were saying about him, I can't imagine how he feels.

I feel like I have more to say but at risk of writing an essay longer than my actual work I have to do, I'm going to end here.

#this was incredibly cathartic to write #turns out im not just a c! Tommy apologist LMAO #tommyinnit #dream smp #tommyinnit neg #tommyinnit critical #tommyinnit crit #Tommy crit #Tommy neg #twitter neg #cancel culture #mcyt crit #mcytwt crit

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if I can never give you peace — zero || Jungkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and the girl’s father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

Until he comes back.

Also available on Ao3.

Word count (chapter): 5.8k

Genre: Mafia AU, Hybrid AU, enemies to lovers, heavy on angst, slow burn, eventual smut

Warnings & Tags (chapter): Descriptions of Violence, Tension, Dehumanization and general poor treatment of hybrids

A/N: So I have two modes and those are tooth-rotting fluff and angst feast. This is... not fluff. I hope you’ll enjoy this first installment and introduction to the series, and I will see you soon for the next one!

Your eyes follow Jungkook’s every step as he walks through the crowd and enters the cage that serves as a ring. He doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re watching. You’re always watching. You’re standing in your usual corner, from where you make sure everything goes smoothly. Two tall, muscular men stand on either side of you. They look like they’re your bodyguards, but really, they’re here to handle him if he tries to do something. To everyone in the room but the two of you, this looks like every other fight night since the very first time he came to the Circle.

You’re too far for him to smell you, especially over the crowd of excited, sweaty men, but if he did, he’s sure he would pick up on the bitter scent of anxiety, would hear your heart beating a little too fast. He’d say you’re lucky the guards aren’t hybrids, but he knows that’s not the case. You never count on luck. Everybody knows that. That’s what makes you so good at your job. That’s what might just save his life.

He glances at you, finds your eyes glued on him, and gives you a smirk, which reveals his abnormally pointy teeth for a rabbit hybrid. It’s been over a year since they’ve been sharpened for him, to make him look more threatening. You’re used to them, but he still sees you swallow. For the first time he wonders, vaguely, if you had any say in that. You’re the one he meets with nowadays, but you’re not his owner, after all.

Your eyes leave him to look at his opponent. The man’s taller and has broad shoulders, he seems to have some training based on his on-guard position, and he’s older than him. You couldn’t find many informations on him, but based on his attributes, he’s probably some kind of dog hybrid.

You both know he doesn’t stand a chance.

“On my left,” the announcer roars, “some fresh meat! I give you… Jin!”

There are enthusiastic shouts, and the man shoots nervous glances around him at the crowd all around him. It’s clear that he isn’t used to that type of setting, and you feel an unexpected wave a guilt in your chest. He’s going to get destroyed tonight, you’re sure of it. You’re the one who suggested that Jungkook should fight a newbie, for the show. You don’t regret your decision, but you don’t feel good about it either.

“And on my right! The man who needs no introduction, who has won thirty! Two! Fights in a row, I give you… Jungkook!”

The crowd goes hysterical, and the hybrid facing him winces again. If he thought he had chance before that, it’s clear that he doesn’t anymore. You wonder if he’d heard about Jungkook, if his owners had prepared him well enough, if whoever owned him was betting against him. You wonder if he’d just been told he would be fighting a rabbit hybrid and assumed he would be fine.

Jungkook’s long ears are flat against his head, carefully tucked under a headband, and without those, he doesn’t look like a rabbit hybrid, too tall and broad-shouldered. Then again, he had never really been your typical rabbit hybrid.

Truth was, you had been relieved when you had been assigned to working for the daughter of Mr. Xanders. Your whole life, you had known you would end up here. Your dad had worked for the Family since before your birth, and though it was clear your mom disapproved, she had never held any illusion that you would escape it. If anything, you were the sacrifice, a way of making sure your siblings wouldn’t be forced to work for the most powerful crime family in town. That was, if you did good enough.

Getting assigned to the girl who was nicknamed “the Princess” was both a blessing and a curse. It meant you got to stay away from most of the illegal stuff, as the girl was notoriously sheltered from all of that by her father. However, it also meant that you had to basically babysit the spoiled seventeen years old, despite her being only a few years younger than you. You had dressed as professionally and sternly as you could, adorning yourself in a dark woman’s suit, but she hadn’t seemed impressed.

That was how you found yourself here, at an auction for rare hybrids. You thought the whole thing was grim — oh, how naive you had to be back then, to think this was bad — but you had obeyed orders without batting an eye. You had to do this right, and this was a pretty easy job, after all.

You gritted your teeth silently as various hybrids were brought on stage, exhibited and bought, one by one. The status of hybrids was a complicated subject in the country, always had been, but you had grown up in a poor area, where a lot of hybrids lived freely, and the idea of owning what you knew to be a person made you sick to your stomach. At least the Princess hadn’t said a word the whole time you’d been there, and you had hopes that you would leave without — God — buying someone.

Naive. So damn naive.

“I want this one,” the girl had announced decidedly, pointing at the stage with a movement of her chin.

Shit.

You looked at the stage. There, the auctioneer was highly praising the hybrid who had last been brought on stage. A surprisingly tall and muscular rabbit hybrid, with fluffy black hair and long ears falling on either side of his head. He was shaking slightly, sending terrified looks around him, and your heart tightened in your chest.

Naive and soft.

“Are you sure?” you asked, and the girl rolled her eyes.

“Do your job. Get him for me.”

Numbers flashed in your mind, the exact amount of money you were allowed to spend clear as day. It made you feel a little better, for a second. This was what you were good with; numbers, facts, informations. If you thought of the hybrid as just that — a number, an element to compose with — you should be able to do what you were supposed to do. Do your damn job, and ensure your little brother never ever had to work here, because they wouldn’t be as kind to him.

You took a deep breath, and, after a few people had already considerably raised the price, you made your bid.

Jungkook walks to the center of the ring, arms raised high. He’s good at giving a show, good at most things, actually. He looks good here, confident, knowing exactly what he’s worth, and he’s nothing like what he was that first day. There is absolutely no fear on his face as he fists the air and people shout for him. Instead, he seems to be positively thriving on the attention he’s getting.

He’s a favorite here, because he always gives people what they came for. He makes the fight last, makes it theatrical, with twists and impressive moves. It’s been a while since he’s struggled in a fight, really struggled, which has made it easier. You recognize you’ve played your part in that. You have your word to say when picking his opponents, and you don’t want him to— well, to die, or to be too badly injured.

You know it’s not much. You know no matter what you tell yourself, that’s not protecting him. You know you should have acted a lot earlier.

But you didn’t.

They gave you Jungkook as soon as the payment was confirmed, which didn’t take long. People were fidgeting in the room, careful not to stare too long at the Princess. They knew who she was, of course. The bodyguards and your ghostly presence, one step behind her, did not do anything to soothe their nerves. No one actually knew you back then. You hadn’t earned your reputation of efficiency, no one had called you a cold-hearted bitch yet, though that would pretty much become your identifier, but you were still somewhat unnerving, with your stillness and your all black attire.

Which was why you never tried to add color to it.

The Princess seemed to be in her element, not bothered by the silence and people’s obvious fear of her, even for a second. Instead, she was watching her acquisition. The hybrid — Jungkook, you remembered, because you’d heard his name after winning the auction — was staring at the floor, stealing glances at her every once in a while, before quickly looking away again. He was clearly shy, and terrified, and it looked like the Princess liked that.

When they handed the leash to her, she was quick to clip it on his collar, and you held back your disgust. Your mind went to Mark, a kind golden retriever hybrid you had grown up with, and the idea of him being collared like that almost made you retch.

But, of course, none of that could be seen on your face. You had been told that you had the perfect poker face, unreadable at all times. In moments like this, it was a true blessing.

“Hello, Jungkook, I’m Anna, and I’m your new owner. I’m going to take good care of you.”

Then Jungkook looked up at her, briefly, and an adorable smile curved his lips.

You knew then that this could only end in pain and heartbreak.

Once Jungkook is done, he turns to face Jin. The other hybrid looks like he wants to run away, but even if he tried it, he’d be pushed right back in. So he does the smart thing, and prepares himself for the fight, lifting his hands to protect himself. Jungkook does the same thing. There is a brief moment of silence, everyone bracing themselves for what is to come. Despite his earlier display, Jungkook is deathly calm now, every muscle in his body ready for action.

The second the bell rings, Jungkook is moving, so fast he’s almost blurry, and you have to avert your eyes when his fist connects with the other hybrid’s chest.

This all feels like it could have been avoided.

A relationship quickly developed between the shy bunny and the Princess. You didn’t say anything about it; that wasn’t what you were here for. A baby-sitter, sure, but not a chaperone. Anyway, it seemed like Mr. Xanders wasn’t too worried about that, and his daughter was free to do whatever she wanted as long as she didn’t get pregnant. You supposed a hybrid was the perfect choice for that, with how rare it was for them to have children with a human. It could happen, of course, but it was highly unlikely without medical assistance.

Still, you weren’t sure you liked the relationship all that much. It just felt like Anna had so much power over him. He was a couple of years older than her, since selling hybrids under eighteen was technically illegal, but it was clear from the very beginning that he had been sheltered and didn’t have much experience in— well, in any areas. A sickening feeling told you that had probably been done on purpose by the people who had raised him. You were well aware of what rabbit hybrids were usually bought for.

You watched, silently, as they got close, as Anna’s hands started to easily find Jungkook’s, as Jungkook started to rest his head on her shoulder, to scent her, as he fell in love with her. Today, maybe you would have been annoyed at the sight, annoyed by his innocence, but back then, it only made you sad.

You were also there to see Anna grow bored of him. It didn’t even take her that long, no more than a couple of months.

When she insisted on going to another hybrid auction, and asked you to bid on someone else, you knew that it was over.

“Get him to fight,” Mr. Xanders told you dismissively at a meeting you had with him. “I want the money he cost me back.”

“He’s a rabbit hybrid,” you had said, frowning. “He’s not exactly the fighting type.”

“I didn’t tell you to make him win,” he scoffed. “I don’t care if you have to bet against him. Get my money back. After that, I don’t care what you do with him.”

You didn’t realize then that that was a ‘promotion’, and that this meant you would start working in illegal settings. All you knew was the painful weight in your chest at the idea of sending Jungkook to his death. You had kept away from him, not trying to create any bonds with him, but he smiled politely and kindly when he saw you.

God, he was in love with Anna. You were sure he had noticed her losing interest in him, but you also believed he held out hope. This could— This would probably be crushing for him.

So you took the matter into your own hands. You didn’t just sign him up for an upcoming fight, but you also found him a trainer, the best you could.

“Does Anna want me to learn how to fight?” he had asked you, big brown eyes looking at you, when you had told him about the training. “So I can be her bodyguard?”

“My orders don’t come from Anna,” you’d answered, trying to stay as distant as possible.

“But will she— Do you think she’ll like me again, if I learn to fight?”

No. You thought Anna had gotten everything she wanted from him.

“I don’t know,” you had answered. You couldn’t. You couldn’t do it.

The first fight had been brutal. Devastating, in fact. Jungkook had been training, and you’d been told he was good at what he was doing, but, as a newbie, he’d been sent against an expert fighter — “for the show”, you’d heard, the exact same thing you would use as well, years later —, and you were later told he was lucky he’d made it out alive.

You stayed next to him in the hospital room. As a hybrid, he healed quickly, but he still looked terrible, body marred with black and blue, lip busted, and black eyes. When he woke up, he looked around the room, every movement he made clearly painful, and you knew, at his expression, that there was only one thing he thought about in that moment.

Anna wasn’t there.

You would never forget the look he gave you then. The way he set his jaw, the way something hardened in his eyes.

“Get out,” he had said, and you were pretty sure he had meant for it to sound aggressive, but he wasn’t good at it yet, so it was more pleading.

You had gotten up, made a move to— to pat his shoulder, to do something, but you had refrained and your hand had fallen down to your side.

“I’m sorry,” you had said, and you had left him alone in there, with his broken hopes and heart.

That night was the first and last time you considered leaving your job.

But there was no quitting, where you worked.

In the ring, of course, Jungkook is good. He leaves an opening for the guy to place a few punches, ones that can’t hurt him too much. The crowd is delirious, bets are being placed. There’s a rumor that Jungkook was injured at the last fight so tonight could be the night where he loses his title, couldn’t it? The first round is coming to an end, and he doesn’t seem to have done much so, surely, he’s not going to be able to end that guy by the third, like he usually does — and if he does, hey, at least they’ll have had one hell of a show.

The three rounds thing is something you asked him to do after an organizer told you people needed that to feel they had gotten their money’s worth. You had told Jungkook, and he’d growled an answer, but he had never won in less than that since. For all his obvious hatred of you, the organization, and everything that surrounded him, he didn’t actively oppose you most of the time. He had tried to run away, twice, but when those attempts had failed, he had seemed to realize that it was just easier to go with the flow.

When the second round starts, though, he goes wild. His bare feet are light on the floor, his fists quick and precise. He doesn’t leave anything to luck either. Every punch lands exactly where he wants it to, when he wants it to. He dodges his opponent’s attacks easily, and he sees in his eyes the moment when the man realizes that he’s not winning this. He sees confidence turn into surprise, then into fear, and it only makes him want blood.

His right hook hits the man in the jaw with all the power he can put into it, and this time you don’t wince. You’ve gotten used to the violence now — it always takes you a while — and you’re mostly impressed at how good Jungkook is.

But that’s exactly why you’re in this situation, isn’t it?

“We should put him down,” Mr. Xanders said, with the exact same dismissive tone he had used years ago to tell you to make Jungkook fight, and you looked at him in disbelief. Surely, surely, he didn’t mean—

“I really disapprove of that solution, dad,” Anna said, shaking her head, and you realized he did.

You had been surprised by Anna’s presence, when you had walked into the office. You hadn’t worked for her in a long time, having graduated to far worse things. You had served your purpose, you supposed, made yourself practically indispensable when it came to the organizing of the Family’s business, as you knew the workings of the Family in and out, both legal and… less legal aspects. No one had ever said anything about your siblings joining.

“He attacked someone,” her father simply shrugged.

“If I may, Mr. X, it was after a fight and the man was being really aggressive after he lost the money he’d bet against—”

“I don’t care,” he said, waving his hand like you were just an annoying fly. “He attacked a human. We can’t have our hybrids doing that, otherwise it will just be chaos. You’re smart enough to know that.”

You swallowed. Something inside you was screaming. You had long shut down any form of moral compass, but it seemed like Jungkook always awoke the last remnants of it. You were pretty sure he despised you now, and you didn’t blame him for it. But, just like what you’d thought when Anna had bought him, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this just wasn’t right.

“I understand, sir.”

“That’s a horrible thing you’re doing, dad,” Anna insisted. “I thought you’d try to at least reason with him, (Y/N).”

That wasn’t your job. You knew when your opinion was asked on those things, and now was not one of those times. You also knew that you hated that she called you by your first name, like the two of you were friends, and you didn’t say anything about that either.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Mr. Xanders said warmly, like he had just refused to buy her an expensive toy, and not condemned a man to death. “I’ll make it up to you, okay?”

Anna sighed and rolled her eyes, and you assumed she’d probably stay mad at him for a while. But not too long.

Your heart was beating so loud in your chest you barely heard Mr. Xanders dismissing you, and you were relieved to be left alone when you walked out. There was only one thing you wanted to be thinking about now.

How were you going to save Jungkook’s life?

Jin hits the floor and doesn’t get up. It’s not an actual knock-out, because he’s still moving around, but Jungkook doubts he’ll even try to get back on his feet. The guy seems to be smart, he probably realizes that that would be suicide. Another minute with him on the ring? Nah. That would be a really, really stupid thing to do. Jungkook’s knuckles are bleeding — he doesn’t think they’ve been intact once in the four years he’s been fighting — and he’s pretty much unstoppable, right now.

He lets the referee grab his arm and lift it in the air as the crowd screams. They’re particularly loud tonight, because he won in two rounds. It’s not really a surprise when they force the entrance of the cage, flooding it, and Jungkook looks for you, almost instinctively. When he finds you, your eyes are on your phone. You look like you couldn’t care less about what’s happening around you, and he knows you do genuinely dislike the fights. You’ve never made it a secret. You’ve never taken care of the other hybrids owned by the family who participate, either. He doesn’t know if he’s your burden, or if you’re the one who chooses to still do that. Before, he wouldn’t have doubted it. Now… He’s not so sure.

Your eyes flicker up to his for a second, and you nod, imperceptibly. Your heart is probably beating as loud as his right now, though for different reasons.

Jungkook examines you, takes in how out of place you are in that environment, immaculately dressed, small glasses on your nose, hair pulled back, and lets himself be amused by it, one last time.

And then he’s gone.

You only visited Jungkook when there was about to be a fight, and it was clear he really didn’t like it when you showed up. You always seemed to be interrupting him, whether it was a training session or a work-out. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him do something other than those two things. You didn’t know if he had anything else.

You brought some food from a restaurant he liked, as you usually did, and got some things for the guards who would be around. That wasn’t as usual, but you had done it before, so hopefully it wouldn’t make anyone suspicious and it would allow you to have some privacy with Jungkook.

He sat down opposite from you, immediately diving into the food you’d brought, and you watched silently. His shoulders were tense, never completely down but, though he would hate to admit it, he was more relaxed around you than around anyone else. It said a lot about his life, about how desperate he was for any form of companionship, that the way you told him about his opponents almost made him feel like you cared about him. It said a lot that your presence comforted him, and it was pretty pathetic, if you asked him.

“So, who am I fighting?” he asked while eating. He never bothered with his manners when he was around you.

“A newbie,” you said. “Some fighting training from what I’ve gathered, but he shouldn’t be an issue.”

He growled. The sound was unnatural for a rabbit hybrid, but he had mastered it over the years. It was a good way of intimidating people.

“Really? I thought I told you I wanted a challenge.”

You didn’t reply immediately, and that made him look up at you. When he did, you were chewing on the inside of your cheek, hesitant. That was completely out of character. Then, you made up your mind, and your expression turned back to the unreadable one he was so familiar with.

“Keep eating, and don’t raise your voice” you ordered.

He lifted an eyebrow. Normally, he would have done something like folding his arms and waited for more, in a defiant attitude, but this was you. You would never do something like that just to assert your power over him. He hated your guts, but that was one thing he could say about you.

“Mr. X is going to have you killed because you attacked that man at your last fight.”

There. Direct, to the point, not a useless word — though you couldn’t bring yourself to use the words “put you down”. Jungkook froze for a half a second, than resumed his eating, albeit slower than before.

“It was all good as long as long as I brought him money, but he doesn’t want any trouble for it, huh?”

His voice was bitter and low, barely more than a rumble. You were confident no one was paying attention to you, since the guards ate in another part of the house and no one cared about what you were saying. They could see you through the picture window, but they couldn’t read lips. Still, you lowered your voice as well.

“Win your next fight in two rounds,” you said, instead of answering him.

He shot you a dirty glance.

“Do you really think that’s what I—”

“That should get the crowd to lose their mind,” you continued. You had gone through all the possibilities in your mind, over and over again. This was the one that was the safest for you and your family, while giving Jungkook a reasonable chance of survival. “When that happens, you’ll use the hysteria to leave through your opponent’s entrance.”

This got his attention, and he stopped trying to interrupt you, finally focusing on your words.

“I can probably get you somewhere between five and ten minutes before everyone finds out you’re missing.”

He scoffed.

“That’s very generous of you.”

“I also won’t look too hard for you,” you added, because you would obviously be in charge of that as well. “So as long as you don’t do a terrible job hiding, we probably won’t find you. Stay away from hotels, and don’t get noticed.”

Jungkook stayed silent for a while. He didn’t look at you, jaw set, and you were pretty sure he was weighing the pros and cons of your plan.

“I don’t know if there’ll be another chance,” you told him truthfully. “They want you gone after the fight.”

The silence went on a little longer, before Jungkook spoke again.

“Anna’s said yes to that?”

You didn’t miss the way his voice faltered on her name. You didn’t think he had spoken to her in years, but he still had a soft spot for her, and being reminded of it always made you sad. You had accepted, a long time ago, that life wasn’t fair, but that was particularly true when it came to him. None of what had happened to him was fair. The shy boy with the wide eyes you’d helped buy at the auction deserved better. You didn’t, probably deserved every single bad thing that had happened to you, but for him, you wished you had done something — anything — differently. So you wouldn’t be faced with a jaded, cynical version of that boy right now.

“She opposed it, but her father is still going through with it.”

“So she didn’t oppose it much.”

You didn’t answer that. It was true, and you both knew it.

You glanced at your watch. Your time here was almost over, and you had a lot of responsibilities.

“Will you do it?”

Jungkook glanced at you, eyes wary.

“How do I know you’re telling me the truth? You could just do that so you could have me killed and say I tried to escape.”

You shook your head, almost amused by the possibility.

“I would gain nothing from doing that, and if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t go about it that way. Will you do it?”

This time, he nodded. He didn’t trust you, but he thought you were telling the truth on this. So following your plan would be just as well.

“Good. I’ll see you for the fight.”

This would have been a good moment to wish him good luck, probably, but you didn’t do luck, so you didn’t say anything. You gave him a quick nod, gathered your things, and then you were out.

You didn’t think to say goodbye.

“We’ll get him when the crowd’s dispersed,” one of the bodyguards says, and you hum noncommittally in response, eyes on your phone.

Moron.

If these two were the ones you usually work with, they would know that your usual protocol is to go get Jungkook as soon as the referee’s lifted his hand up. That way, you can get him out as quickly as possible and you don’t have to worry about him getting mobbed. But you’ve changed your team the day Mr. Xanders asked you to ‘put Jungkook down’, so they have no idea. It’s been a week since then, which shouldn’t make it too suspicious. Hopefully.

When the crowd does move enough to see what’s going on in the cage — three minutes — one of the two men says, voice worried, “Hey, can you see him?”

Your head snaps up and your eyes scan the room. You’re relieved to see that Jungkook’s nowhere in sight.

“Where is he?” you ask urgently, and the men seem to shrink under your glare, exchanging worried glances. You roll your eyes and sigh. This may be your plan, but they’re still acting incompetent. Which is good for you, sure, but the perfectionist in you is annoyed.

“You two should pray he’s in the changing room,” you spit out as you march towards it. It takes some struggle, because the crowd isn’t exactly calming down, but it’s not too long.

Of course, Jungkook isn’t in the changing room. It was a bad idea to go look there anyway — usually you would probably have already informed everyone that he had disappeared — but these two don’t seem to realize that.

“Go search the fighting room,” you order, “make sure you haven’t missed anything. Then check the surroundings. I’ll stay there. Let me know if you find something.”

They practically run out, and you allow yourself to sit down. This isn’t even dangerous yet. If Jungkook’s done that part correctly, he should already be too far for them to find him. As far as you’re concerned, you’ve bought him — you check your watch — seven minutes. But even if you don’t doubt him, you still feel terror at the idea they could catch him. You don’t know what would happen then. You don’t want to think about it.

The seconds tick by. It’s been almost exactly ten minutes when your phone rings.

“Hello, Miss—”

“Do you have him?” you bark.

There’s a silence.

“I want an answer!” you snap.

“No. I’m sorry. We’ve lost him.”

You hang up immediately and start to dial another number to let people know Jungkook’s missing.

But, before you actually call, you let out a brief sigh of relief.

This just might work.

You get home late the following night. When you do, you’re absolutely exhausted. You’ve had a terrible day, unable to sleep a wink, and you got thoroughly chewed out over Jungkook going missing. You think Mr. X was suspicious of you, because you basically don’t fuck up, ever, but then Anna started to wax poetics about how “Jungkook was a soul who wanted to live”, and you don’t think he bought it, but it at least got his mind off of you.

You doubt he’d get you killed over that, it just isn’t worth it and you’re pretty valuable, but it would be much better if he didn’t think about it too much.

You’ve organized the searches, pretty sloppily in your own opinion. Of course, it’s possible that they could find him, but if Jungkoook does his part, everything should be okay.

You remove your shoes with a groan when you walk in. You usually never regret wearing heels, thankful for the centimeters they help you gain, but tonight you definitely do. Keeping them on for two days was not how they had been intended to be used.

Once they’re off your feet, you painfully walk to your kitchen. All you want to do is to make yourself a cup of tea before going to bed, but you stop yourself before grabbing your kettle.

Something feels— off. You’re probably the only person who could notice it, because you’re so obsessive with everything that’s in your home, but you just can’t miss it. It’s not much, just some items that aren’t where they should be, or that were moved a little to the side.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you hesitantly grab a knife from your kitchen drawer. You don’t think that would do anything, if someone was in your apartment right now, because you can’t fight and, considering the people you work for, you’re pretty sure if someone wanted to kill you they would, but it makes you feel better.

You make your way through the living-room slowly, heart hammering in your chest. You check the bathroom, first. No one’s in there, but it’s clear that whoever was there used it as well. He didn’t put your toothpaste back where it belonged.

That only leaves your room. You walk in, carefully, to find it empty. Your bed’s done, though not exactly how you do it, and that confuses you. At least until your eyes find the necklace that’s on your bedside table.

It’s the identifying tag Jungkook wore around his neck for fights. You reach out for it, in disbelief, and that only confirms what you thought.

A laugh bubbles in your throat, and you just can’t hold it in. It escapes your lips, breaking the silence that always reigns in your apartment.

Here. He was here, in the eye of the storm, while everyone was looking for him. You have no idea where he is now, but this makes you feel like he’ll be fine. Clearly, he is a smart man and he has resources.

You fall to the ground, lean against your bed, holding the tag in your hand. You give yourself a second. That’s more than you usually get. It’s a second to close your eyes and feel grateful and happy about what happened, a second to think that perhaps not everything is dark and terrible in the world.

A second, because Jungkook made it out.

And then, you open your eyes, and you come back to your reality, which is that you’ll be working for the family tomorrow, and the day after that, and probably for the rest of your life. There’s no out for you. No hope.

But at least Jungkook should be fine. You’ll never know about it, because if he is, then you’ll never hear about him again.

If you ever do, it will only mean bad news.

Thank you for reading! I hope you’ve enjoyed this first chapter and feel free to let me know if you would like to be tagged for future ones!

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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Pictures of You

Summary: prequel to I’ll Be Your Enemy - fluffy!

Characters: IBYE!Reader, Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, Nobara

Word count: 2,3k

Content warning: none

A/N: requested by @thecaptainsbride

If anybody got the reference Gojo made when he was late; congratulations, you have been successfully hurt (but this time it was not me).

Since I left the relationship between Gojo and the reader up for interpretation in IBYE, I will do the same here! Consider this piece me trying to mend your hearts <3

Taglist applications open for anyone who is interested!

“A trip to an amusement park or something like that doesn’t sound so bad,” you mused in front of Satoru. “It serves as relaxation and maybe the first-years can get closer to each other, you know, bonding and so on. They will see each other many times from now on, so getting along with each other is important,” you reasoned, your eyes almost sparkling from the thought of a day off.

“But Jujutsu Sorcery is an individual–” he began.

“Satoru, I think you should see this as vacation. A vacation where you can eat sweets until your teeth rot and absolutely nobody will hold you back,” you interrupted him.

“Okay, I am sold. Am listening now.” You just knew how to convince him. Sweets.

So that was exactly how the first-year students and you ended up at a fairground somewhere in Tokyo; it was quite neat, not too small but not too spacious either. None of you could get lost in it. Still, it was buzzing with life and all kinds of people mingled. The colorfulness was a refreshing sight to take in, compared to the dark world of Jujutsu Sorcery where seeing people suffer was your daily routine. The pleasant smell of food wafted through the air, making your mouth water, as you walked past the different booths with them. Waffles sounded like absolute heaven on earth right now.

Jujutsu Sorcery certainly was a draining sport, mentally as well as physically. Therefore it was only right to take a break at times, right? Self-care days were just as important as working.

In order to wind down a bit, you had suggested a one-day trip – just you, Satoru and the three first-year students you had adopted in your mind right away after meeting them several times.

“Sensei, you look very pretty today!” Yuji complimented you. Even Megumi noticed: “Did you have a haircut? Your hair seems a little bit shorter.”

“Yeah, Nobara had a field day with me. Cutting my hair.. or more like trimming the ends, choosing my outfit, doing my make-up and so on just for today,” you gushed as if you were a high school girl again. “Leave it to master stylist Kugisaki Nobara and nobody will ever look bad,” the brunette girl commended herself. Yuji was affectionately patting her on the back.

Undoubtedly, Satoru was late – nobody was surprised about that. You already went ahead and generously treated the trio of students you loved dearly to some food.

“Thank you for the food, sensei!” As usual, Yuji and Nobara were in perfect harmony with each other, seemingly sharing a brain.

“Thank you very much,” Megumi also expressed his thanks sweetly. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought the way his lips seemed to twitch was unintentional. “Absolutely no problem, kiddos. You guys enjoy it while I try to contact Gojo-sensei, yeah?” you shot them an apologetic smile, already fishing out your phone. The three of them nodded in perfect synchronization. They’re as cute as little ducklings, you thought.

You didn’t even need to bother calling.

You were about to dial Satoru’s number on your smartphone when Yuji’s voice boomed, “Oh! There he is! Gojo-sensei, we are here!!”

The boy waved at his teacher.

Satoru immediately spotted the pink-haired student and skipped over to where you all were standing. “Sorry for the wait! I’m afraid I got lost on the path of life!!”

“Nice of you to finally join us, but sadly, the fun is already over and we decided to go home. Just wanted to call you to let you know! We’ve been here since morning,” you deadpanned as the white-haired man arrived, looking Satoru dead in the eye – if they weren’t covered. “Wait, wha– Hold on, I am very sure I am not that late. MY MOCHI?” Satoru sounded frantic, facing his students who just shrugged their shoulders. “Serves you right,” Megumi stated calmly. Nobara, being the sassy girl she was, also joined in, “Losers don’t get to have fun and that’s a fact.”

It was such a wholesome and funny moment for you to see the students playing along with your prank without being told beforehand.

You broke out in laughter, not being able to contain it any longer, “You should have seen your face, dumbass! I was just joking!”

“Phew, I almost thought I had to kiss the idea of eating sweets today goodbye. What a horror that would be, my day would be OVER this instant,” the blindfolded man pouted, “so where should I buy my sweets? I’m gonna buy the entire place anyway, but where do I start? Any suggestions for Great Teacher Gojo?”

“Hold up, Satoru! We gotta take a picture together to commemorate this special day!” you suggested, bouncing up and down with enthusiasm. “I swear I just saw sensei’s eyes sparkle but I might be wrong,” Yuji remarked, looking at his dark-haired friend for confirmation.

“Sensei, if you want to take a picture, we have to take it at the right angle!” Nobara chimed in, the secret Instagram influencer in her on full display. She continued to explain, “It would come out great if Gojo-sensei took the pic, long arms privilege and so on.”

The female student almost seemed more into it than you were, it was adorable to you to see the usually bold student be this into taking pictures.

You hand the tall man your phone, but not without shooting him a “if you drop my phone, I’ll make you drop dead” look.

“Okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation,” the male teacher commanded loudly. Upon hearing that, Megumi immediately slapped his hand in his face and turned away in embarrassment. Why was this man like this?

“...Ladies?” Yuji asked, the expression on his face screaming ‘confusion’ “Gojo-sensei just referenced a Beyoncé song, Itadori,” the dark-haired boy explained in a hushed tone, turning back slightly as if he did not want to get caught.

“And it’s not just any song!” Satoru happily chimed in. “Yes, yes, the good old Formation,” you added, nodding in satisfaction. You remember how you showed him the album when it dropped.

“Can we all just ignore Gojo-sensei and take our pic?” Nobara inquired as she shoved everybody into their respective spots. “Alright, everybody, smiiiiile for the camera. Say cheese!”

Click, click, click, click.

Finally, Satoru had gotten his share of sweets. Complying with his sweet tooth was always an effective way to calm him for some time. Almost like feeding a baby, in a way.

Now it was time for fun rides!

...or at least that was what you thought… until Satoru dragged you along to ride a freaking pendulum ride with him. The three students had managed to talk themselves out of stepping foot on that monster of a ride but Satoru didn’t even give you a chance to refuse, he simply gripped your arm and walked towards it.

Stopping only when you were already standing in line, you nervously eyed the metallic behemoth with its iron arm. The monstrosity was seemingly ready to make you throw up from the way it would spin you through the air repeatedly, going back and forth and back and forth again. Why did you have to do this?

“Satoru,” you called his name timidly and tugged at his sleeve, the strange feeling not leaving your gut, “do I really, really have to do this?”

“Absolutely! I promise it will be very fun,” Satoru replied with a signature grin you wanted to wipe off of his face at that moment.

No, it was not fun. At all. You were dizzy and your fear of height was kicking. The blasts of air hitting your face left, right and center were not helping at all and you were sure, if anybody took a picture of you right now, you would look horribly green.

“I– can’t do this anymore!” you shouted mid-air, right before the ride swung to the other side. The force knocked the air out of you once again.

“SATORU, PLEASE GET US OUT OF HERE!” you begged and squeezed his arm with an iron grip. The height was too overwhelming. “Mid-ride?” Satoru asked and you nodded frantically. “Now that’s what I call reckless! Sounds like fun. I’m in!” he declared with a grin.

“Domain Expansion: Infinite Void.”

That was the last thing you heard the tall man say before he touched your head with his large palm.

Your eyes widened in horror as you realized this man used his domain this recklessly, for fun. Maybe it was a side effect of being able to use it multiple times a day.

The infinity gently wrapped itself around Satoru and you. Almost movie-like, you watched as the entire, vast universe beautifully unfolded in front of your eyes. Each star being created separately, then abruptly flashing by as a sea of stars – as if you were in a wormhole. You perceived the entire domain within a flash of a moment, yet tasted eternity in it. Everything but nothing at once.

Despite being touched by Satoru himself, the sensations weren’t without merit. If this was how it felt to be in the safe space of Satoru’s touch within his inner world of Limitless, you would rather not fathom how it felt to be the one hit by this powerful domain.

It took you some time to process things and recollect.

“When I said I wanted you to get the two of us out of that thing, I didn’t mean ‘send me to your domain’,” you scolded him.

“Well, it was convenient,” he defended himself and you could almost hear the grin on his face, “Bet you’ll hate me after this though.”

“Hating you was never really an option I’d ever consider but okay, we’ll run with it this time. Now undo your domain, please, while I am asking nicely.”

“Your wish is my command! This time at least.”

“Satoru.” A stern last warning fell from your lips.

“Yes, yes, boss. On it.”

“I thought you said it’ll be fun but I am absolutely not riding that thing ever again,” you took deep breaths to calm down as your feet securely touched the ground again. Your legs were still trembling a bit.

“And it was fun! At least for me! I like seeing you struggle – it’s so funny – and the way you clung to my arm? Adorable! You are so tiny compared to me, like a bug I could crush between my fingers!” The annoying sorcerer laughed merrily.

“Gojo fucking Satoru, the only thing that is about to be crushed here are your balls. With my leg. You are very lucky to have that damn Infinity of yours or else,” you threatened.

“Ouch, you really do know how to hurt an invincible man,” he snickered and flicked your forehead lightly.

Rejoining with the students was easy as they all saw the barrier Satoru’s domain created.

“You are lucky there was some kind of show going on down here. That barrier above would have freaked people out if they weren’t distracted,” Nobara said, looks shooting daggers at her weird teacher. Innocent and as nice as ever, Yuji pitched in as well: “Yeah, Fushiguro also tried to distract children with their wandering eyes! I think he did a good job.”

“Okay but what did he do though?” you asked curiously and looked at the boy in question.

“...Shadow puppets,” Megumi slowly admitted, looking anywhere but at the people in front of him.

“Oh? You love your foster-dad-turned-great-teacher this much to embarrass yourself out in public? That’s new!” Satoru teased the poor boy. “Someone has to be the voice of reason around here or you’d all be in jail. That includes preventing civilians who are able to see curses from seeing you use Jujutsu while floating mid-air,” he justified, ignoring the tall teacher’s mockery completely.

“As much as I love slandering Gojo-sensei, I’d rather spend my day actually having fun,” Nobara pitched in, reminding everybody of why you were here in the first place.

“So, let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” she added excitedly.

More fun rides.

Before you knew it, the day passed by. You could already feel the heaviness in your legs from walking. The swirling feeling from all the rides boded in your chest – you probably would not be able to sleep well tonight. It was definitely worth it though, you thought.

You had already brought the students back to their dorm – Satoru had ran off to the school because he remembered he had to do something – and were on the way home yourself.

You were in some sort of trance, completely immersed in your phone, so you hadn’t registered when Satoru called your name until he gently tapped your shoulder, falling into step with you.

“Yeah?” you looked up to Satoru, snapping out of your train of thought.

“Just wanted to tell you; ‘Operation: Relaxation Day’ was a great success.”

“I’m glad to hear that, Satoru.” A genuine smile graced your lips and for a moment, he softened at the sight.

“You know what? It was amazing, I really should start listening to you more often,” he confessed with a smirk.

“Well, it’s thanks to your amazing power of persuasion that we got to spend it like this, so thanks for today,” you half-heartedly complimented him.

“You do know I only said we’d not be available today and then dashed, right?” he asked you, the usual playful tone lacing his voice. “Exactly what I meant by saying ‘your amazing power of persuasion’.”

“I think I’ll frame the picture we took,” you murmured softly, fondly looking at the screen of your phone. The picture from earlier was displayed on your homescreen.

Surely, you would hang it on the blank wall in your home as well. It was a personal treasure now.

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levixreader · 3 years

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(Lemon!Modern!AU) Levi x Reader- Dirty Talking - Revenge

Your hands tingled a little, itching slightly at the tip of your fingers. You felt nervous. Unconsciously you pulled down your dress. Perhaps this hadn't been your greatest idea. Levi would be so angry if he ever found out. The tingling moved to the base of your stomach. Half of you wanted him to see you and half of you wanted him to never know about your outing. Fucking butterflies. They were fluttering your stomach to Sweden. It wasn't that bad. It was just a stupid dress after all. And it hadn't entirely been your idea. More like 20% you and 80% Hanji. Yeah, it was all Hanji's fault. "This dress is perhaps a little too short", you thought when even tugging it wouldn't let it pass your midthigh. You inhaled deeply trying to sedate your somersaulting guts. Levi couldn't kill his future wife, could he?

You closed your eyes releasing the stupid animals in your stomach as you exhaled. Even you, who enjoyed dressing provocatively, had to admit that this was pushing it a little over the line. But it wasn't like Levi didn't deserve it. It had been a week since your engagement. Well, secret, engagement. No one really knew he had proposed. People didn't even know you were dating. At this point, however, wasn't it too much to keep hiding it from people? You were getting married!

You understood him, for the most part. He was a very private person and didn't like people meddling in his business. You were sure that he wouldn't have even told Hanji, Erd or Erwin about you two dating if they hadn't found out accidentally. You felt a faint blush colour your cheeks. Now that was a story for another day. Today was about showing up Levi. It wasn't like you hadn't brought up just coming clean, to which he had responded, "How is that any of their business?". Maybe this would give him a reason. He knew you had the dress and what better occasion to use it for clubbing?

"You okay?", Petra asked noticing your blush. You blushed deeper realising you had been caught mid-thought. "Yeah!", you answered a tad too fast, which in turn made one of her eyebrows hiked upward in amusement. She laughed teasingly. Currently, you were in a taxi, a girl taxi, with Petra and Hanji. The office had organised a night out at the new restaurant; Sina. It was like an unofficial office outing. Most of you were friends and would hang out after hours, so it wasn't so out of character to finally go on a night out together.

Of course, Levi knew about it. He had also been invited too. But you knew from the moment they had invited you that he would not go. And perhaps it had been a lucky break, for you, that he actually had dinner with a client and Erwin. He could be a grandpa at times, always opting to stay home in what he referred to as "peace and some fucking quiet". You, on the other hand, loved going out. You had loved bar hopping, dancing on tabletops and in general, just liked partying. The last time you had gone out partying had been when you met Levi. So almost a year and a half ago. You needed a good night out and Sina was the perfect place to just let go. It was a new-ish restaurant that became a club after 11.

"Who are you blushing for?", Petra insisted poking your cheek playfully. This made Hanji turn to look at both of you smirking, an evil smirk. "Yeah, who's got you so hot and bothered?", Hanji questioned. Evil, that woman was evil. "I'm not hot and bothered!", you defended blushing heatedly. Hanji knew a story or two about your misadventures with Levi. "Evvvvvil", you thought. "That's not what your cheeks are saying", Hanji added her smirk widening. This made your hands shoot up to your face to cover your burning cheeks. "Who is it?", Petra asked adding wood to the fire. Hanji giggled in satisfaction. She loved putting you in an awkward position. She knew you and Levi weren't public and she loved making both of you try to find a way out of people's stupid meddling. Well, it was mostly you, no one really questioned Levi. They wouldn't be there long enough to do so.

"No one!", you insisted still covering your cheeks. "Liesss", Hanji said tauntingly. "Haji do you know something I don't?", Petra asked pouting, turning to look at Hanji. Hanji smiled an evil, wicked smile. All you could do was shake your head furiously, which only made her smile grow. "Maybe", she said giggling. Petra scowled and turn to look at you, "Why are you keeping secrets?", she asked poignantly looking at you, "Is it someone from the office?". You were screwed, oh so very screwed. It was one thing to deflect questions, lying was an entirely different story.

"We're here", The cab driver called out and sure enough, the restaurant was but a few metres away from where he was parking. Before they could say anything else, you quickly opened the car door and stepped out. "In a rush?", Hanji called out still inside the cab. "Suspicious", Petra added getting out of the cab. "Guys!", you moaned a little tired of the interrogation. "Relax, we'll stop teasing you", Petra said smiling and pushing playfully your shoulder. "Yeah yeah, for now anyway", Hanji corrected making Petra chuckle. They both walked ahead of you making their way to the bouncer at the entrance of the restaurant.

You exhaled, loudly, at that. Sometimes you could make yourself such an easy target. "Wait guys!", you called out trotting in your 5-inch heels. Man, you were so out of practice. You used to be able to wear heels hours on end. The two women simply giggled as you reached them. "Reservation for Ackerman", Hanji said to the bouncer.

You could feel your blood drain.

Did she just say, Ackerman?

Fuck.

The bouncer knocked on the door. A girl appeared with a tablet in hand. She greeted your group. "For Ackerman", Hanji repeated. "Fuck, fuck, fuck", you thought. Stupid, evil Hanji. "Is the captain coming?", you whispered very nervously to Petra. She looked at you deviously, "And if he was?", she asked in a curious tone. "I didn't know", you said trying to appease her curiosity. "Aha", she responded still looking at your suspiciously. "So, is he coming?", you asked again looking away. Petra smirked, "No, he just made the reservation", she finally answered, "Don't worry, we've all been there", she added placing a hand on your shoulder. What did that mean?

"Ah yes, there are already a few people waiting for you already", the hostess said, the bounder opened the door so that the three of you could follow her. You. Mindlessly followed behind Petra. What did she mean by they have all been there? Levi had told you he had dated here and there but never from the office. Did she mean he had just done it with them? Nothing official? How many people from the office had he slept with? You worked with these people every day! Was this why he didn't want to disclose your relationship?

You felt dizzy.

"Here you go", the hostess said showing you to the large booth-like table. The rest of Levi's team and Erd were already sitting with a couple of empty glasses on the table. "You made it", Erd called out seeing Hanji next to the hostess. "About time", Aurou added, trying and to a certain degree succeeding in imitating Levi. "Don't look at me, we had to wait for this firecracker", Haji said pulling you to the front. You unconsciously tugged again at your dress whilst looking down a little embarrassed. Someone at the table cleared their throat. "We-well it's fine, you're here now", Erd added. You could feel a slight blush coating your face. Stupid four eyes. Hanji laughed, "It takes time to look like she does", she said scooting inside the booth. "H-Hey!", you protested sitting next to her. "You do look nice", Eren remarked kindly from his seat. "Eren you're barking at the wrong tree", Hanji commented still chuckling making Eren blush. "That's not how I meant it!", He opposed. "Sure", Hanji said dismissively, "We're ordering tequila", she said enthusiastically finally changing the topic. "Hell yeah!", Erd joined finishing whatever drink he had been sipping.

After the little scuffle, the night had continued more casually. You had caught a few of the guys stealing a glance or two your way, which was innocent enough. You were still circling what Petra had said earlier. We have all been there. And to that tune, you had were on shot number 9. At least dinner had been amazing. It was a course type dinner, and for every course, you better believe that you had at least two shots. After the first 5 shots, you felt your embarrassment melt away and you felt a lot more relaxed. By shot 7 you actually started to enjoy yourself.

"We should dance", You suggested, you felt as if you were brimming with confidence. "I like this (y/n)", Erd added, passing you the bit of tequila that was left. You didn't bother pouring it, you grabbed the bottle and finished the bit that was still left in the bottle. "Woooooo", Hanji cheered. Petra and Jinn simply laughed at the antiques of the table. "Oi Waiter, bring the third one!", Hanji shouted. The waiter winked at her. This was the second tequila bottle the group had finished. Everyone was pretty tipsy and at this point, it felt as if you'd known these people for all your life.

It was by now after 11, the staff had moved the centre tables to reveal a light floor that would change from red to blue lights. The lights had been dimmed down and the music became louder.

"We're taking the bottle to the dance floor", Hanji announced when the waiter arrived with a freshly chilled tequila bottle. "YES!", Petra said surprising everyone. "You guys go ahead", Jinn said excusing himself. "You guys are no fun, common Petra, (y/n)", Hanji said half pouting. Aurou simply stared in disapproval.

Petra ushed you out of the table. You had missed this. You had missed fun drunk you. Your best nights had been like this one. "Stupid Levi", you thought. Why couldn't he be more fun? You doubt he would be here dancing with you. If you had somehow convinced him to come, he would have stayed behind at the table and then force you to leave early. Not today though. Today you were going to have a lot of fun. After all, he had had his share of fun with apparently everyone in the office. "Stupid Levi", you thought again., "Screw him".

You smirked and ran after Petra in your 5-inch black heels. ''Yes, screw him'", you reassured yourself. As you reached the dance floor, the lights neon lights became stronger, blinding you for a moment as you stepped into the lited floor. The liquor was really getting to you now. Suddenly, the image became more or less clearer, well clear enough for you, to distinguish a massive crowd of people dancing to the pounding music, which seemed to be coming from the ceiling. The three of you started dancing, simply feeling the music.

"Wow, I didn't know you could move like that", Petra half screamed passing you the bottle. "My parents made me take gymnastic classes", You said winking going down to the floor bouncing your ass tilting the bottle down to your mouth.

"Is that so?", a masculine voice asked from behind you.

You froze.

No.

No fucking way.

"Captain", Petra said coving her mouth.

Fuck.

You turned to look at him still down on the floor. He was pissed. His arms were crossed and he looked as if a vein would pop in his neck. "Levi", you breathed out, your eyes wide as plates. His nose flared up. "If you're done giving a show to the whole place, get up", he ordered gritting his teeth. You stared up at him still frozen in place. He glared down at you, "Are you waiting for me to pick you up or what", he was angry. So very angry.

You shot right up. That was a bad idea. Your dress had hiked up dangerously high. Levi's eyes scanned you, narrowing, even more, every inch he met. If he was angry before, he was furious now. You followed his eyes and finally noticed the dark material too high for comfort. Too obviously you pulled down your dress, which wasn't much of change. This just made him deepen his frown. "Erwin! Hi!", Hanji waved to the man behind your fiancé. Levi took this chance to grab your arm and whisper in your ear, "What the hell are you wearing?", You felt his grip tightened on your arm. You swallowed air.

Wait.

Why were you nervous. You had done nothing wrong. He was the one who didn't like going out. He was the one who had done half the office. He was the one who wanted to hide you.

"A sexy ass dress", you answered a little too loud. "Uuuuu", Hanji commented having had caught your reply. Petra was still greeting half drunkenly Erwin. "She looks hot, doesn't she?", Hanji added squeezing your right boob. You chuckled with Hanji but Levi... Levi wanted to cut Hanji's hand clean off. His grip tightened even further. "She's a real price", Hanji continued, "I mean you should see how many guys I've had to fend off". This made you giggle even more until, "Ouch!", you said trying to free your wrist from his grip. "Calm down midget, we've behaved", Hanji defended. "Zoe, come here", Erwin called looking at Levi sizzle in anger. "Show me to the table", He half commanded. "Sure thing!", she sloppily started marching back to the table.

"Is this your big idea of a 'night out' ", Levi gritted his teeth. It was your turn to glare at him. "I haven't done anything wrong", you hissed back. His jaw clenched, his nose flaring up again, "So you wouldn't mind if I danced with other women?", he taunted. You look impassive, your face challenging him, "Not like you haven't done half the office".

Red, that's all you could see.

"What?", he asked confusion all over his face. "I know all about it", you continued crossing your arms. This only pushed your breasts upwards, half of them already spilling out of your dress. "You're drunk, we're leaving", he stated leaning forward in an attempt to grab your arm again. "No", you said moving backwards, "Petra said 'We've all been there ". He looked puzzled. "We're leaving", he insisting attempting once more to grab your arm. "No, I'm not leaving", you said moving back again, "I want to stay". He sighed exasperated, "You're talking nonsense, and you're about to trip and fall on those heels", he tried to reason. "Is that all you can say?", you asked angrily. "What else do you want me to say? That you look like a prostitute?", he answered equally as angry. "I do not!", you said placing your arms on your hips. Levi's hand shot up to your chest. "You idiot!", he shouted, pushing down your breast. You blushed, hard. You had garnered some attention from onlookers, and he was basically groping you. He looked around glaring at every man that looked your way, you swear you could hear him growl.

"Levi", you called out, still blushing. "What!", he barked reaching his patience limit. "You're groping me", you said shyly. He looked down at his hand. "So?", he said closing the distance between you two. "People are staring", you said quietly. "I know", he said squeezing your breast harder. You moaned. You could feel your body becoming hotter. You could feel his body nearing you until he was next to your ear. "Did you want to provoke me?", he asked and then he bit you. He bit you. You blushed even more. His teeth played with your earlobe. "You gave every man here a show", he continued breathing shallowly against your ear, "I'll have to correct that", he growled into your ear. Your heart was pumping twice as fast, your hands were sweating and your lips... Your felt as if your lips were on fire. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't ever forget who you belong to", he whispered in a low tone, his hand giving another squeeze to your already abused breast. "You know what I want to do?", he continued whispering, his free hand cupping your ass, "I want to fuck you in front of all these people", his fingers dug into the fabric, "Do you think I'm joking?", he asked rhetorically his hand going underneath your dress caressing the back of your thigh. You took a sharp inhale. "He wouldn't", you thought. "I'm going to fuck you with my fingers", he announced, his hand reaching your ass. "Levi! No!", you pleaded feeling his fingers move your underwear to the side, exposing you. "You think you can go out in this dress and I won't punish you?", he said rather severely. You moaned when you felt his middle finger enter you. He smirked. "Levi please", you begged when you felt him slowing down. "You were the one who didn't want to leave", he replied pushing a second finger in.

"Captain! (y/n)!", a female voice called out. It was Petra and behind her Eren, Aurou and Jinn. Levi turned to look at them his eyes narrowing. "Fuck that", he growled in your ear. He took his fingers out of you, earning a whine from you. He grabbed your hand and started making his way opposite your friends. "I could have sworn they were around here somewhere", You could hear Petra say.

Once Levi felt you were far enough, he pushed you against a dark corner, harshly. His right leg was between yours; his chest was crushing yours. You felt as if your legs would give out. You wanted him. You wanted him now. "Lev-", you started but he put a finger up to your lips. "Who said you could speak?", he warned, anger still lingering in his voice. You swallowed nothing. "When I said I would fuck you in public I meant it", he said lifting your dress enough for his hand to find you again. You bit your lip feeling his fingers inside you once again. This man was going to be the death of you. You moaned quietly with every touch. "Was this your plan?", he asked between pants. Your face was resting on his shoulder. "You wanted me to fuck you?", he continued. You locked your arms around his neck for support, something was building up inside of you, and he and you knew exactly what it was. "Tell me you want me inside you", he ordered. You bit down his shoulder trying to stifle a loud moan. "Say it", he insisted. You couldn't even speak, you wanted to just melt in his hand. "I'll stop if you don't obey", he warned. "Ahh ahh", you moaned in his neck, no longer caring if someone heard you or not. "Say it!", he commanded. "I, I want, you, you inside, me!", you screamed. He smirked, pushing one last time his fingers.

You felt undone.

You came coating his fingers and hand. He smirked, creating a small space between the both of you. "Good girl", he whispered helping you up.

"Captain!", a male voice called out for Levi. It was Jinn. "Yes?", Levi casually asked as his subordinate reached you. "Is everything alright? We've been looking for you and (y/n)", he said a little concerned. Levi used his head to point at you, still holding yourself against the wall. "I've been taking care of this one, she's drunk", he said half glaring at you. But at this point, you didn't care. You had came so hard you didn't think you could walk.

"I don't think she can walk", Levi said. "I'll carry her", Jinn offered taking a step in your direction. "It's alright. I'll take care of her", Levi said using his leg to stop Jinn. "Are you sure Captain?", Jinn asked probably not wanting to burden Levi. Levi nodded in reassurance, "Yeah, I'll make sure she is well taken care of, trust me", he said looking down at you.

Oh, you were in for a long night.

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Title: Listen to the Fires Scream & Pairing: Mace Windu/Someone of your choosing (tbh I just want Mace bc I don’t specifically ship him with anyone, yk?

Send me a title and a pairing and I will give you the summary of a fic I will never write.

[cracks neck] How are we feeling about Mace/Fox?

Also congrats you get a mini one-shot instead of a summary.

Mace Windu loses his hands and falls from a window while trying to arrest the Chancellor, who is a Sith Lord, and getting interrupted by fucking Skywalker, who then went on to help a mind-controlled clone army slaughter everyone in the temple, including the younglings.

It’s a really shitty night. They’d done all this on Skywalker’s suggestion, which is the real kicker. He could have just not told them if he was going to join Palpatine anyway.

This is the general set of thoughts going through Mace’s head as he stumbles through an alley, wrapping the Force as close as he can to avoid being found by fucking Skywalker. This does unfortunately mean that he’s not able to shore himself up with the Force, which is a problem, since he’s down two hands and heavily bleeding from an abdominal wound he’d gotten on the way down.

It’s a bad night to be a Jedi, he thinks, as he leans against a wall and clutches at his stomach.

“General Windu.”

Ah.

Shit.

That’s a clone.

Mace opens his eyes, and meets the helmet of a familiar figure.

“Commander Fox,” he greets, trying to keep even and non-aggressive. It’s a little hard, given the night so far. “Here to finish me off, then?”

Fox looks at him, long and quiet, and then steps forward and pulls out a large package of bacta.

“The Chancellor often had us stand outside for private meetings,” Fox says, voice low. He moves to help Mace sit down. “Including tonight. We’re meant to keep our helmets on, and comms off, but nobody cares too much if I take mine off in the en suite security office to do paperwork.”

The en suite security office, to Mace’s memory, is a repurposed supply closet. It’s not a very good office, but it’s also hidden from senatorial eyes. Nobody would see his face, there.

“My brothers love the Jedi,” Fox continues, peeling open Mace’s robes to get to his abdomen. “But they got this order, from the Chancellor. There was a holo on the wrist comm, but the audio went directly to their helmets. I was about to put mine on to take it, but they just... walked right out. Didn’t even stop to check with me. I look out the door, see them marching, check the security feed and see so many of my brothers, shooting down the Jedi, seemingly on the orders of a man every member of the Guard hates.”

Mace closes his eyes again and leans back against the synthetic brick of the alley wall.

“I have gaps in my memory,” Fox admits. “Days at a time, for years. Most of Guard Command did. We didn’t know that it was Palpatine, but... we couldn’t investigate. Something always stopped us.”

“You think he used mind control on the GAR.”

“I wouldn’t put it past the Kaminiise to add something to us that would let him,” Fox says without hesitation. “Or maybe it’s just whatever was letting him send electricity from his hands. Force Osik, sir?”

Mace nods. His head feels heavy. “You saw that?”

“Went digging through security footage for clues before I headed out,” Fox says. He pulls something from the medical package, crinkling, and then there’s the sensation of a hypo. “Disconnected all the comms on my helmet and took out the geo-tracker. Not sure how long it’ll be before someone notices, but... you were the only Jedi Master that even might have survived. I thought...”

“You had to try to save your brothers.”

“To save anyone,” Fox says, voice rough. “I don’t have anywhere to hide you that the Guard Command doesn’t know about. I don’t know how to hide you from a Sith, sir.”

“Did you ever read the report on Trooper Tup from the 501st?” Mace asks, head swimming enough that he can only hope to finish the thought. He doesn’t wait for Fox, just rattles off an address he’s had in the back of his mind for... decades, really. “Tell Miri that I’m calling in my favor. Hiding us, new hands. Take out the chip in your head, that’s the likeliest cause. Don’t ask for...”

He can’t finish his sentence.

(But he does wake up, to new hands and the sight of a Commander with a bandage on his head.)

(He wakes with hope, however small it is.)

#Commander Fox #Mace Windu #Master Windu #CC 1010 #the clone wars #star wars #phoenix answers memes #injury tw

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cosmiclatte28 · 3 years

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Camboy (camboy ty x reader) suggestive, smut 🔞

a.n : oh no, it's officially my first more than suggestive (i mean i go more than i usually did... sorry if it's messy or bad i am not a smut writer) but here's a camboy ty x reader, where he is requested to be subby/ Oh it's also my first fic with pictures in the middle (because y'all gonna be thirsty and wilding over him )

warning : toys, sub!Taeyong, noona (yeah i don't use mommy i use noona) and it's still suggestively safe.. curses? nothing that wild

here goes my first (extra almost smut) suggestive fic

i finished my promise.. tagging @mingisstar1117 @full-hd-sun and nah idk who to tag :))

“Welcome back to another night with your favorite boy, TY. It's Friday and I miss you guys a lot.” The man on the screen shows his toothy sweet smile, totally different from the charisma he can pull off in real life. You smile behind the camera as you sit back on the sofa behind the camera to watch your boyfriend does his weekly cam show which was the reason you first met him. You were a regular subscriber to his cam show where he acts like a sweet charming dreamy boyfriend every Friday evening. You were lucky to win one of his special lottery “a date with TY". You enter the lottery without much thought thinking your luck is not good enough to win. But well you won it and from one date to another coffee meet up and more hang outs. To first dates and first visits and voila you are his lover now. You click with him in so many ways, including those you'd rather keep secret in public.

“What will we do tonight?” he playfully asks his fans as he presses some buttons to change the mood lamp in his room You monitor his live by watching it from your phone and you grin when you see the comments. Taeyong's eyes grow wider when he also reads one comment that pops up from the rest. He glances at you and you nod. Taeyong clears his throat “Oh, lots of comments and hearts there! Thank you for the hearts.” He blows some flying kisses to the fans who donates money by sending hearts. “Since tonight you all are generous, I will consider doing anything you want. Please comment and I’ll do the most voted one.” He winks.

You raise your brow, did he really just say that in front of you? “Someone asks about the dating lottery. Well I did that one time and I am sadly not doing it again.” The handsome boy under the purple mood light chuckles lightly as he lays down lazily on his bed and brings his cam with him. “Why?” he reads the comment to communicate with the fans. You feel butterflies in your stomach, whenever you remember the first encounter and how you're his lover now just makes you feel so lucky. He looks at you and smirks “Because I belong to someone already. Right princess?” he glances at you and winks to which you slap his foot slowly and he winces “Aw she just slapped me.” He acts like he's in deep pain while looking at the camera

Oh gosh TY and his antiques! You choose to ignore him and just read the comments there. Oh they're all wild. “Baby, didn’t you promise them to do whatever is voted here?” your husky voice suddenly resonates in the purple lit room and of course in the rooms of all his listeners. Taeyong gulps when you stands up and shows your screen “The most voted one is to see you as a sub.” You step boldly into the camera, not showing your face but just your back and your long hair.

“(Y/n), what are you-" he whispers to you when you lean closer and closer to his ear. You give it a quick nibble and breathe “Do it, they want to see a sub TY and I can help you with your camera.” You smirk and hear a light whimper from the god under you. You disappear behind the camera again and giggle when the comment section is flooded with fans saying how hot the scene is. Well everyone will drool on you seeing that nice small jeans hugging your waist and a thin crop top.

Taeyong is still blushing so hard but the lighting makes it hideous. You clear your throat “Girls and guys, I will be helping him with the cameras. So, prepare to take screenshots and only for tonight this live won’t be saved. No recording, just screen captures okay?” you make the rule nice and clear because you don’t really want others to see a sub Taeyong but come on you're super thrilled too with this!

“Okay since I will be keeping my words, let's do this.” Taeyong smirks at you but his smirk fades when he sees you waving an object in front of him. You press your finger on your lips, telling him to keep quiet as you climb under him where the cameras cannot see you and swiftly tuck down his boxers and after one good lick and suck on his member just enough to make it wet, you slip in a vibrating ring on his aching member and tuck back his boxers. “Act like nothing is going on" you whisper on his ear while the camera is only showing one of his wall because Taeyong left it there when he sees you quick blowing him “What?” he still wants to protest but you press a small remote on your hand and he gasps when he feels the vibration. “They want you to pose, why don’t you be a good subby TY and pose for them?” your evil smirk comes to your face and Taeyong feels his cheeks burn. “Yes Noona,” he teases you back and you only click your tongue before turning the setting up by one notch.

“Ah" he closes his mouth with his hand when he realizes he's live and people are watching him.

He reappears in the cam, and after some more greeting and talking to the fans he finally get ready to pose. “Okay guys be ready, my girl will be helping me with the camera, so if it's ugly or the angle is wrong… blame her.” Taeyong playfully laughs to his fans who didn’t know what's happening under his shorts and boxers. Poor Taeyong is already jumpy when you pick up the camera and shows up in front of him only in your crop top and panties. Where the hell did your shorts go? Is all Taeyong can think about.

“Okay, pose one” you smile as you see Taeyong trying his best to still look manly with his pose under the purple light. He attempts to act like he's taking off his hoodie and oh that generous skin air time will make everyone drools. You even have to hold yourself from pulling it down and punishing him for that, but the show has to go on.

“Sexy, be more pliant Tyong,” you comment on him as you wave your remote to him and he groans because in this game he feels losing.

“The fans love it, but keyword is submissive honey,” you make the session heat up by making comments on him and tracking the fans hearts and requests. Oh gosh they're so generous in gifting moneys.

“Nicee!” You decide three is enough for his fans no way they're getting four.. that's for another time.

Taeyong groans but turns it into a moan when you press another button at your remote “One two three,” you focus the cam on Taeyong who's actually not ready but has to hold it for his fans to capture the picture

You send him a glare of warning but he cockily looks at the camera and says “Come on sweetie why did you freeze? Am I too hot?” he puts on his big boba eyes to you and you shake your head before moving back to shoot him at a nice angle. You put the vibration on top notch and Taeyong clearly shakes before you. You playfully spread your legs too so he can see how wet you are from his cute play too. Taeyong smirks when he knows you're also trying hard to not attack him on place so he gets bold and takes off his shorts. Your eyes widen when you realize he's gonna be in his boxers only for the last (best) shot.

You gulp when you see how pliant and delicious he looks like. Your hand shake and Taeyong quickly snatch the camera off your hands.

He shoots his face and winces when his member is still painfully locked in your vibrating ring “See you all next week, thank you and sweet dreams love,” he whispers his closing routine to his fans and ends the webshow “Final pose for tonight to all my TYfs out there, this is for you guys. I love you all.” Taeyong sends a flying kiss before bravely wrapping up the night with his lips quivering from holding back the moan and his boxer painfully holding his bulge back

“What are you thinking?” he asks from his gritted teeth. You froze, knowing you fucked up. Taeyong has always been the one incharge but for once you want to be the dominant one. You shake under his piercing gaze, where is the subby TY five seconds ago? “Sorry-" you whisper before getting cut by a plump lips on yours. “Finish what you started noona,” he softly mewls into your lips. His big eyes stare into yours with submission and desire. Your core burns when he kneels in front of you and keeps his hands on his back. “I'll be your good boy tonight. Use me and have fun with me.” He blinks two times in aegyo and that's all you need to get the green light to take over him tonight. “Good boy, noona is here to take care of your aching baby” you smirk before straddling his laps and placing a hand over his moist boxer. “Looks like my little kitten messes himself down there, do you need help kitten?” you whisper in front of his lips. Your hand is playing with his hair while the other one is touching his member. He nods “Please noona, I need you.” You press a quick kiss on his lips “You've been good. Noona will reward you tonight.”

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oh gosh (runs) good bye, did y'all figure out how i actually know a lot of smut knowledge ( i know more bye)

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