#and well. shit! a bitch was right and that still irritates me a little. how the fuck did that fucker know that much about me

[mars-ipan]

the hinata kinning is strong tonight

#marzi speaks #once again. shoutout to izuru for calling me out on that enough times for me to realize it’s the truth #crazy thing is i keep finding out how correct it is in different ways #like i realized recently. i have no idea who i am or who i’m supposed to be #i think i know who i wanna be? but i might already be that person and not even know it #and the other night i was sitting there. and i thought ‘who the hell am i.’ and then i realized that’s such a fucking hajime ass thought #identity issues moment. teehee !! #i didn’t… think i had identity issues??? but shit i might !!! #it might be genderfluidity having a moment. it might be stress. it could be anything #anything could be responsible for the way i am. if i would be likely to do anything given the right circumstances #how can i know that any choice i make is truly my own #…i need to go to bed. it might be bedtime #do you see what i MEAN though??? goddamn. i should work on getting a therapy appt set up or smth #on a more lighthearted note the whole hajime kinnie thing is SO funny in hindsight #when i asked izuru why he thought i was a hajime kinnie he just went ‘oblivious and gay. among other things.’ #and i said ‘what other things?????’ and he went ‘i’m not gonna bore myself with the details. if anyone would know it’d be me trust me’ #and well. shit! a bitch was right and that still irritates me a little. how the fuck did that fucker know that much about me #it is a super funny interaction though. izuru kamukura came to my blog called me a faggot and left. slay

[jensettermandu]

oxytocin - jennie kim

genre; smut with some plot, fluff by the end

pairing; jennie x g!p reader (enemies to lovers)

content; oral (reader receiving), fingering (jennie receiving), degrading/name-calling, p in v :D

description; Something you and Jennie always did was hate each other, bickering every chance you two got, not caring about how others' ears fell off from it. Although, you two get put in a situation where you both need to try not to kill each other.

words; 13k+

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You shoved Eunwoo into the lockers with force, the guy hitting them and actually creating a dent, making you both stop and look behind him. "It's either that I am hella strong or you are just getting fat, buddy." You commented, your best friend turning back to look at you seeing the shit-eating grin on your face he decides to shove you back into the busy hallway. It was one thing when you pushed him since you pushed him into the lockers while he pushed you into a crowd of people. "Watch the fuck out, Y/n." Taehyung grumbled out as you got pushed into him, you looked at the guy. "Shut the fuck up Taehyung, no cares about you anyway." You said and the guy huffed as he continued to walk with his friend, he was one of your friends so it was ok to be mean.

"You have no chill Eunwoo just pushing me into a crowd of people." You huffed out and he gave you a smile. "Who told you to call me fat?" He asked and you pinched his side, making him squirm away. "Was that a little fat roll? Getting big are we?" You asked, knowing that he had nothing against it since you two were super close and always joked like that, he would call you fat and you would do the same, he would call you ugly and you would do the same and so on. There were no feelings getting hurt since if that would be the case one of you would say something. "The only thing big here is that attitude of yours." He bit back and you were just about to shove him back into that locker only for him to push your hands away and land his hands on your shoulders giving you a harsh shove instead of you shoving him.

This time you weren't lucky enough to get pushed into one of your friends or some random, but the biggest bitch you could possibly stumble upon in this entire universe. Her feelings of hate were mutual. The second your back collided with her side she pushed you right back the way you came from with much annoyance. "Get your herpes-infested body away from me!" Jennie yelled after shoving you away from her and you turned to look at her, the girl standing with a pissed expression, a scowl on her face as she fixed the purse hanging on her shoulder with the cross C's on it. "The only infested thing around here is that big mouth of yours with the yapping virus." You bit back and her eyes went up to you, looking away from her baby pink purse, her eyes sharp as she locked gazes with you although you weren't one to falter.

Jennie clenched her jaw in irritation as she couldn't even stand the thought of you.

"At least I'm not fucking braindead." She huffed out.

"Well...That's debatable." You commented and heard Eunwoo stifle a laugh behind you and you nudged the guy so he wouldn't laugh.

"What's debatable is you still not being in special ED class." Jennie said and her close friend Nayeon stood behind her just like Eunwoo stood behind you.

The two are used to the everyday bickering between you two that always happened. Everyone at school was used to it. No one knew why you two hated each other so much, you two just simply did even if there was no actual bad history between you two. You were the school's popular delinquent, known for that while Jennie was a popular kid, you assume mostly because of her family status because there was no way that it was because of her personality as it seemed quite rotten from your point of view. It's not like she was mean to everyone or a bully, the only person who she was a bitch to in their face was you and it was kind of the same with you.

Before you could say much more the bell rang and pissed about not getting to say the last word as Jennie started to walk, you tripped the girl for your own satisfaction. Jennie stumbled forward but quickly regained her balance as you had a big grin on your face until she without any hesitation turned around with her baby pink Chanel bag swinging towards you, covering and it hit the back of your head instead of your face. Groaning as the metal cross C's collide right with the back of your head. "You fucking bitch." You grumble out as she flips you off and walks away with Nayeon as if she didn't almost fall face first and then didn't assault you with her purse after.

That was just your first encounter with Jennie today.

-

The only reason why you were in this art class was that your friend Chaeyoung forced you to join it. It wasn't that you were bad at art, you would just prefer to do something else than sit with a canvas in front of you and paint whatever you were told to paint. Looking past the canvas that was in front of you. There sat Jennie very invested not in her half-finished painting but in her phone, you took the paintbrush and glanced at Chaeyoung beside you.

"Can I borrow that pink paint?" You asked her and she shrugged, taking the paint palette and holding it out for you to take the pink paint, watching you scoop up as much as possible onto your brush. Thanking her she went back and you moved your stool to get a better view of Jennie who was in front of you.

Taking aim, you whistled to catch her attention which seemed to work, Jennie flinched in her seat the second a big splat of paint flew right at her face. She stood up so abruptly that her stool flew back, grabbing everyone's attention. Her phone was discarded to the side as you watched her face turn red from anger, her jaw clenched as she with closed eyes wiped away the paint, only smearing it on her face and you finally started to laugh. "Jennie and Y/n-." The teacher got cut off as Jennie had finally charged up and her outburst came.

"You fucking idiot! I will fucking kill you!" Jennie yelled at you and you widened your eyes as she grabbed onto the pair of scissors that were laying beside Lisa. Jennie charged towards you and you grabbed onto your canvas, quickly holding it out when she swung the scissors your way and you realised that this girl was serious about killing you. The pair of scissors went right through the canvas.

"You ruined my makeup, you dickhead!" Jennie continued as the scissors fell to the floor with the canvas.

"If anything I only fixed it...You look more like your true self now, you know a clown." You said, adding fuel to the fire.

"Hey, that's mine." Minho beside you complained when Jennie took his colour palette and yanked it at you when you said that, the paint splattering everywhere and Chaeyoung beside you becoming a victim of Jennie too as some got on her shirt, the colour palette landing on your pants.

"Y/n and Jennie!" The teacher finally raised his voice at the childish behaviour coming from the two high-school seniors.

You stop as you with a clenched jaw remove the colour palette from your crotch to see a big colourful stain on your black pants, a mix of red, white and blue.

"Great, now I look like I have the American flag on my crotch." You complained, letting the palette fall to the floor, the mess getting bigger and the teacher angrier.

"Shut the fuck up." Jennie snapped and the teacher slammed his hands on his table.

"That's detention to the both of you after school, you two will stay and clean this entire classroom!" He angrily let out.

-

Soon P.E came and Jennie was one of those girls that always had an excuse for not being able to participate and would sit on the bench the whole school year and somehow still get a P.E grade by the end of the semester by picking up a ball and then throwing it a foot in front of her, her friends praising her together with the teacher. You would like to assume that she sucked off the P.E teacher for that grade, but the man was gay and married so you assumed that she paid him as she could swim in her family's money as Scrooge McDuck did. She was that rich.

After that art class, you had to change into the pair of sweats you had packed for P.E and luckily for you, this was your last class for today so you wouldn't have to walk around in them for the rest of the day as that wouldn't feel too fresh. Sitting on the wooden floor of the court as you stretched with Eunwoo on your left and Wonho on your right, sitting in the middle of those two big guys as you were a lanky fucker, tall (5'9) and skinny.

"Did you really get detention?" Eunwoo asked in a hushed tone and you sighed.

"Yeah."

"Awh come on, we were supposed to hang out after school." Wonho complained and you shrugged.

"Well, I will be spending it with Jennie, the girl who tried to stab me with scissors in art class." You said, not actually feeling safe doing this as you looked up in front of you to see Jennie sitting in all her glory on the bench.

The girl was for sure beautiful and you were aware of that, her personality sucked but that was probably because she was a privileged kid that had gotten everything she wanted her whole life. Always quick to judge people simply because of what they wore for example, although she never went up to someone and straight up bullied them. She did that from a distance, talking about whatever person would pass her and her friends, quickly exchanging looks with her group of friends before getting to judging.

You mostly liked to mind your own space that you were in with your friends and if someone got into that space you would quickly give them a look or say something so they would scurry away. You were the school delinquent and people were usually quick to judge you for that so you just lived up to their judgement instead.

"You had it coming for flicking that paint in her face...Poor Chaeyoung became a victim of Jennie's wrath caused by you." Eunwoo said and you looked away from Jennie and at the guy before letting your gaze fall on Chaeyoung who now had her gym shirt on, sitting with Jisoo and stretching.

"I apologised to her and to be fair Jennie was the one who had it coming for hitting me with her purse, I think I lost brain cells when that metal logo hit me." You grumbled out and winced internally since whenever you would touch that spot it still hurt. Wonho and Eunwoo both snickered and you sent both of them a look.

"I doubt that it's possible to lose more brain cells if you have none left." Wonho laughed out and you kicked the guy's shin, making him wince in pain.

Ignoring what the P.E teacher was talking about as you turned to Eunwoo and punched him too as he was about to comment too.

"Y/n, you don't seem to be paying too much attention to class either way so how about you go and help Jennie with getting the volleyball balls from the storage for tomorrow morning as the team has early practice." The teacher said and you stopped at that, he couldn't be serious.

You could see in the corner of your eye Jennie already rolling her eyes in annoyance as you got up without protest not needing much more detention after school than what you already had. Looking at Eunwoo and Wonho with a scowl before walking away as the teacher handed you the keys to the storage room.

You walked ahead, Jennie following right behind you as you pushed the big door open and walked out of the court.

"You ruined my favourite pair of pants, you know." You grumbled out still pissed about your favourite pair of black pants being ruined by paint.

Jennie scoffed and you glanced beside you where she was walking by your side with the distance between you two.

"You can buy a new pair, you ruined my makeup and I had to redo it." Jennie replied.

"Or you could buy me a new pair for ruining them, you have the money...plus ruining someone's makeup and pants are two different things- like you said you fixed your makeup." You explained with your hands in your pocket, looking in front of you as you walked through the empty school hallways.

"I don't do charity cases and plus you would never catch me in one of those cheap stores." You gave her a distasteful look at that, you weren't serious about her buying you a new pair but she didn't have to go as far as call you a charity case before judging the places you could afford to buy clothes at.

You took out the keys from your pocket as they jingled, approaching the door leading to the storage that should have the volleyball balls stored.

"Thank you for rubbing your wealth into my face and I wasn't serious about it either." You spoke as you unlocked the door before pushing it open and going inside after finding the light, walking into the small storage.

"You're welcome and I know how to read sarcasm but I still like to put it out there." Jennie let out with sass and you scoffed before looking back at her as she stepped inside just looking around the small space.

"Whatever, brat." You said and pushed her aside to push the door closed as the balls seemed to be behind the door.

"Who are you calling a brat?" Jennie angrily asked as she never liked being called a brat, she despised being called one because she wasn't one, not in her opinion at least.

"Definitely not you." You said and spotted the net with balls.

"I thought so." Jennie firmly stated and you chuckled at that.

"I thought you knew how to read sarcasm, brat." You said and turned to her.

Jennie looked confused for a second before a scowl appeared on her face and you knew that she caught on. Your eyes widened as she gave you a harsh shove, making you stumble back and trip over the net with balls. Reaching for the first thing to not fall you grabbed onto Jennie's wrists. A squeak left Jennie who definitely wasn't the best choice to grab onto as the girl seemed to lack strength and only fell with you as you closed your eyes embracing yourself for the impact.

You groaned as you landed on the bunch of soccer balls that were there too, Jennie falling right on top of you. Opening your eyes you were met by soft darkness.

"Am I in heaven or hell?" You mumbled out confused.

Jennie quickly with wide eyes pushed herself up to sit when she felt your hot breath hit her cleavage as her chest landed right on your face.

You bit back a smile seeing that the soft darkness was her boobs in your face as the girl was straddling your waist.

"I guess it was heaven after all." You mumbled to yourself with a smug look on your face, Jennie's cheeks getting coloured together with her ears at what you said as she managed to hear it.

"You fucking perv!" Jennie exclaimed and slapped you quickly.

"The fuck! You were the one who pushed me." You complained and cupped your cheek, bucking your hips and pushing the girl off of you as she wasn't moving fast enough.

You sat up on the floor and caressed your cheek as the girl stood up, still angry as she fixed her clothes furiously.

"You fucking molested me! You fucking freak." You frowned at that and looked at Jennie.

Jennie stopped for a second at the flash of hurt in your eyes, knowing that she didn't watch her tongue.

"That's low of you, Jennie-" You mumbled, looking down as being called a freak wasn't something pleasant as you had been called one ever since you were a kid until your 16th birthday when you changed schools at last which is this school. Growing up and getting hormonal your classmates didn't find you a freak anymore but found it attractive instead and cool, girl's instead of avoiding you would throw themselves at you. Although that didn't mean that it still didn't hurt you when you were called one. It wasn't your choice to be born with a dick.

"And I didn't molest you! It was an accident that was your fault, to begin with!" You exclaimed and Jennie let out a huff at that, with a roll of her eyes and a judging look she turned around and yanked at the door handle to leave.

It got quiet...

She yanked at it again.

Nothing.

With that she started yanking and pulling on the door handle, trying to open the door that did not want to open at all. You frowned and looked at the girl who was struggling to open a door, wondering if she was incompetent and did not know how to open doors since she probably had people do it for her ever since she was born.

"Are you that fucking stupid that you don't even know how to open a door?" You commented and she stopped pulling on it with a frustrated sigh, turning to you with her usual scowl that only you seemed to fall victim to. "I am not you moron, it's not opening...try for yourself." Jennie let out and you got up from the floor, wiping your hands on your sweats as Jennie stepped aside to give you space in the already small room.

"You just pull-." You cut yourself off as you pulled but nothing happened, frowning you tried to push instead, but still nothing. Bumping your shoulder into the door as you tried to force it open. "Now who's stupid?" Jennie asked, seeing that you couldn't open the door either. You let go of the handle and took in a deep breath because there was no way that you were stuck together in this cramped room with someone like Jennie. Your ears were bound to fall off if no one would come and open the door for you two before gym class would end.

You inspected the door and saw that you needed the keys to open it from the inside. "Oh, we just need the keys." You quickly stuck your hands into your pockets, but the only thing you felt was your cardholder. You looked up at Jennie who was leaning against the wall and waiting for you to open the door, her fingers fiddling with the strap of her purse.

Clearing your throat nervously as you did not have the keys. "Did you perhaps remove the key from the door before entering after me?" You questioned and looked as her face fell and anger was boiling inside her eyes.

"Are you fucking kidding me! You didn't remove the key!?" Jennie angrily let out and you watched as her hands clenched onto the strap of her purse.

"I thought you would do it, you bimbo!" You defended although you knew that you should have removed them since you were the one who inserted them.

The word bimbo must have ticked Jennie off a lot because the purse swung right your way again.

"Don't. Call. Me. A. Fucking. Bimbo." She stated with each hit as you covered your head, trying to move away as she landed hits on your body with her baby pink Chanel purse.

"Goddamnit!" You complained and managed to push the purse away at last making her stop. You grumbled to yourself and fixed your hoodie that she messed up, taking a safety step away from her before leaning against the wall and sliding down to sit on the floor.

"What are you doing?" Jennie asked and you shrugged. "I am not going to stand and wait-" You glanced at your wristwatch before continuing to explain. "P.E ends in 40 minutes and that's when they will come here." You stated and tried to busy yourself with something to make the time pass faster, grabbing onto the small baseball ball that layed on the floor not too far from you as it had rolled from its place after your and Jennie's fall.

Jennie sighed and looked around the small and cramped room before moving over to the corner and sitting on top of the storage drawer that contained new volleyball jerseys.

It got quiet as you rolled the ball around on the floor.

Glancing up at Jennie who opened her purse and took out her phone, shaking your head slightly as she tried to call whoever it was she was trying to call...there was obviously no signal here as the room was very isolated and in the furthest corner of the whole school.

The girl gave up on trying to call one of her friends for help and with a grumble opted on playing games on it while the two of you were waiting.

-

You glanced at your clock to see that it had been 45 minutes already, P.E ended five minutes ago and you knew that no one walked in this hallway, but the P.E teacher would definitely come here to get his keys back.

Jennie was still seated on top of the storage drawer with her phone and you were still playing with the baseball although it was starting to get boring.

"What are you playing?" You questioned and looked at Jennie who glanced up from her phone at you, sending you a look, obviously not up for having any conversation with you. "Mind your business." She only replied and you heaved a sigh, picking up the baseball in your hand and thinking about throwing it in her face, but you wouldn't do that since that would hurt her...and hurt you even more since she surely would start beating you with that purse again.

You opted on just looking over Jennie who was wearing a black skirt with black pantyhose, a baby pink v-neck shirt with the small Chanel logo on her cleavage that was barely visible since it was the same colour as the shirt, black low doc martens and the damned purse to match her outfit and a hairband holding back her perfect brown hair.

You already knew that you found her extremely hot, but that was it- her personality was rotten and very unattractive which prevented you from ever actually hitting on her. Rolling your eyes at your own thoughts and averting your gaze at the door that hadn't been touched by anyone from outside yet.

"What if no one comes?" You stated, putting the possibility out there and that seemed to get Jennie out of her focused bubble. She looked at the time on her phone to see that it had been 15 minutes since all classes had ended and you two hadn't heard a single person even pass by the door.

"Then you are fucking dead because it's all your fault since you are a dimwitted fucker." Jennie snapped, not liking the idea of being stuck in this room much longer. "Same with detention, you always ruing everything for me." Jennie said angry with the fact that she also was supposed to have detention right now although that wouldn't happen now that she was stuck here instead.

"Hey, hey, hey...how is detention my fault?" You asked since in your opinion it was her fault.

"Because you flicked fucking paint in my face!"

"That's cause you hit me with that pitiful purse of yours."

"Watch it! It's Chanel."

"Should have gotten a bigger one 'cause that one isn't nearly big enough to fit all of that attitude in it."

"You surely have an ego way too big for the prick that you have in your pants."

"Your mother should have swallowed to spare everyone your aura of idiocy." At that Jennie gasped and reached for the first thing in sight, throwing the dodgeball at you as you shield yourself, the ball bouncing off you and you grabbed it throwing it right back at her. The girl slapped it away from her before it could hit her and reached another throwing it at you, hitting the top of your head.

"Yours regrets that she didn't." Jennie fired back and huffed, getting off the drawer and walking up the door, banging on it, as she couldn't stay in there for another second or she would totally flip.

"Someone open this fucking door!" She screamed and banged on the door, getting to yanking on the handle as you rolled your eyes at what she was doing. No one would open that door for you two, not until someone would need to get something from this room and that would be tomorrow morning when the volleyball team has practice.

Instead of wasting your energy on what Jennie was doing, you got up, ignoring her banging on the door and trying of yelling for help. You sighed and walked over to the three shelving racks that stood beside each other that were filled with stuff. Kicking the few balls to the side that were in the way and rummaging through them to maybe find something interesting, not minding the few things that you knocked over and fell to the floor. This caught Jennie's attention, who gave up on trying to get someone to hear her as most people had already left the school property and she looked at what you were doing.

She leaned against the door with a small pout from the anger and frustration this and you were causing her as there was only this much she could handle of you every day and today the limit had been crossed. Jennie never knew why the two started to bicker in the first place, but you two just did and it had been going on since you moved to this school- two years now. Well, she knew that she liked having your attention on her and what better way to get it if not from being a bitch...Seeing you all frustrated and angry because of her sent dopamine to her brain...oxytocin too...but that was something only she would know and no one else.

Your fingers stumbled upon a permanent marker and you knew that it would be enough to occupy you for a few hours since you were the type of person that could get entertained by an empty paper roll. Jennie watched as you turned and removed the cap from the marker with your teeth and walked over to the wall where you sat earlier before sitting down and busying yourself with doodling on the wall.

-

"Nooo." Jennie whined when her phone battery died only managing to catch a glimpse of the time before it died. School ended three hours ago- it was 7 pm now- and you two were still sitting in the cramped room, Jennie had managed to make herself comfortable on top of that drawer and you were still on the floor. None of you uttered a single word to each other for three hours as it seemed like you two only knew how to bicker.

She discarded her phone beside her and sighed in boredom, her eyes falling on you to see you still doodling on that wall- you had taken occasional breaks between. At this point, you had drawn everything you know how to draw. She looked at the things you had done on the wall and tried to come up with something to say as she would die out of boredom if none of you would say a word.

You got snapped out of it and looked beside you to see Jennie crouching down next to you, double-checking to see if you were tripping or not. There was no way that Jennie was right beside you without having any malicious intentions. Her expensive perfume invaded your space as she always smelled so feminine that her smell and looks slightly made up for that rotten attitude.

"How do you draw this?" Jennie asked and pointed at the 'Cool S' graffiti sign that everyone always did on every surface possible although Jennie had no clue how to do it. She had wanted to learn ever since she first saw it which was when she was still a kid. You looked at her slightly baffled, wondering why she wasn't throwing insults your way or hitting you with her purse.

"What?" You questioned to make sure you heard her right, Jennie rolled her eyes and pointed at it again, your eyes following her finger. "Teach me how to draw this." Jennie demanded, of course without a, please.

"It's really easy." You said as you shifted as you were sat cross-legged. "You just- draw six lines...connect this with this...then these too and lastly these and...done." You showed her step by step and finished it, looking at Jennie who was still crouched beside you, a small frown on her face. Sitting this close to her and with peace was different and it let you look closer at her features and she didn't look as dangerous as when she was angry.

"Here, try." You said and carefully held the marker out for her, Jennie looked away from the wall and at the marker, taking it from you. You leaned a bit closer to her to look at her doing it. Watching her do the first step and then moving to the second one. "No- this one goes to this." You corrected and pursed your lips when she scowled. "That's what I am doing." She huffed out, mad at you for correcting her. "I know what I am doing, Y/n." She continued and went back to the S that she was doing wrong. "If you knew then you wouldn't ask me how to draw it, Jennie." You commented and tilted your head at her attempt as it didn't look right at all.

"It's stupid." Jennie concluded and dropped the marker after failing, she was about to stand back up but you grabbed her forearm gently and pulled her back down. "It's not...come on, it was your first try and you're already giving up." You said and tried to hand her back the marker, now wanting to teach her how to do it. Jennie looked at the marker with raised eyebrows and then at you. "It is stupid...it's just an S." Jennie said in distaste as she never did anything twice if she failed on the first try.

"I know, but it's a stupid S that you wanted to learn...Why give up after just trying once?" You questioned and used your free hand to open her hand, placing the marker in her dainty hand before making her hold it. Jennie was wondering why you were this patient with her if she herself wasn't, she always gave up after her first try if it failed. "Fine." She gave in and you smiled.

She did the first lines and then looked at you for you to explain what to do further. "Connect this one to this..." You pointed and she followed your instructions.

"See, it wasn't that difficult." You said as she managed to do it on her second try. Jennie tilted her head at the S she did and then looked at the ones you did. "Yours look better than mine...Why?" You stifled your laugh when Jennie's head snapped your way. "Is my failure funny to you, Y/n?" She seriously asked with a threatening voice and you shook your head with a smile. "No...It's not that- it's- it's not important." You let out since you only found the way she asked it cute, but saying that out loud would not happen. "Just try again and it will get better with time." You said instead and watched as she shifted on her feet a little.

"Why won't you sit down?" You questioned confused since it couldn't be comfortable to be crouched down like she was. Jennie rolled her eyes at what you asked as she started her new S, trying to make it look better this time. "Because I have a skirt on Y/n, the floor isn't something I would like to sit on without jeans on." She stated the obvious since she only had thin pantyhose on. Suddenly you were in sort of a dilemma and contemplated whether or not you should offer her your hoodie since you had your t-shirt under. One time wouldn't hurt...just because you and she always bickered didn't mean that you were a complete ass.

You pulled off your hoodie while she was busy perfecting her S, taking it off just as she finished and the girl looked at you. "Here...uhm, you can sit on it...unless you don't want to." You awkwardly offered her and Jennie looked, a bit taken aback as never in a million years did she think that this type of generosity would happen between you two. About to just as awkwardly retreat your hand while cursing yourself out in your head, Jennie took it from your hold. Without knowing what to say to you, she placed it on the floor before sitting down on it. Jennie cleared her throat and went back to the wall as you watched her try another one.

Seeing that she was invested in doodling on the wall now, you stood up and walked back to the shelving racks. Just when you were about to look, your eyes landed on the paper that had written tomorrow's date on it as it layed on top of a box. Being curious you walked over to the box and dragged it away from the wall before removing the paper from it and opening the box. It was water and snacks for the volleyball team that had a game tomorrow after school. "Do you want water and crisps?" You questioned Jennie as you crouched down beside the box, not giving a single fuck about the volleyball team because you weren't about to starve for their sake.

Jennie hummed confused and you dragged the cardboard box over to her, where you had been sitting the whole time. You slumped down beside her in a v position with the box between your legs as you looked down at it. "Here." You said and took out bottled water, handing one over to her. Jennie took it as she reached for the cap of the marker, closing it to not get her clothes dirty. You both sat by the corner so you leaned against the wall where the corner connected as she sat leaning against the other wall, being a good two feet away from each other.

You took out water for yourself and placed it beside you before taking out a bag of crisps. "Do you want some?" You questioned Jennie who was drinking some of the water you had handed her, she shook her head and you frowned slightly. It wasn't like you cared, well as a decent human being you somewhat cared, right? But that was cause you were a human being and nothing else. "Why not? Aren't you hungry?" You asked her quite baffled as you opened the mini pack and went straight to eating the crisps since you were starving. "I am, but...it's not part of my diet." She murmured and looked to the side, her eyes gazing around the storage room, pretending it was interesting since she wasn't used to you being generous and somewhat caring towards her.

You laughed at that although groaned in pain when the heel of her doc marten collided with your shin. "Why are you laughing you dickhead?" Jennie asked pissed as she clutched onto the plastic bottle in her hand. You rubbed your shin. "Because you are stupid." You replied and quickly moved your leg away when she was about to hit you again. "How?" She asked with a scowl. "Who's here to see if you are following your diet or not? No one. And I certainly do not care...but suit yourself and starve." You said and continued to finish the mini bag of crisps before crumpling it up and flicking it away somewhere on the floor. Grabbing onto another one and opening it while Jennie crossed her arms and leaned against the wall behind her.

"Damn these are good." You moaned out on purpose just to get on her nerves and watched as her nostrils flared from the pissed exhale. Taking a sip of your water before eating more and chewing a bit louder and watched as her jaw moved in anger at your behaviour. "Oh, these barbecue ones are delicious...good thing you don't want any, more for me that way." You said and reached for a new pack, taking it and opening it, using your hand and trying your best to make the delicious smell of the barbecue crisps reach her proximity. Jennie groaned at how annoying you were and finally spoke up. "Why do you even fucking care if I eat or not...fuck off, Y/n." She let out pissed because not even her closest friends cared enough to make her eat.

"Because...we are staying here until tomorrow morning and you will feel uncomfortable if you sit hungry." You rolled your eyes and sighed. It was almost 9 pm. "Plus, it's not like I do it because I care specifically about you, but because I am a decent human being, but you wouldn't know that now would you...You only associate with rich people in the end so why would you ever get to know me...plus I am a freak aren't I?" You let out and took out a new packet and threw it in her lap before going back to your opened one.

Jennie licked her lips as she looked down at the small bag of crisps on her lap, pouting slightly as she felt really bad for calling you a freak earlier. With a sigh, she took the bag of crisps and opened it. "I don't only associate with rich people." She corrected while still keeping her gaze on the bag of lays. You looked up at her, watching her just looking into that bag as if she was actually contemplating if she should or not eat. "The barista at Starbucks doesn't count, Jennie." You said and watched as she, at last, ate some, rolling her eyes at you while being at it. "You don't know me either, Y/n just how I don't know much about you." She stated as a matter of fact and you hummed, agreeing with her.

"Still, the Starbucks barista doesn't count." You reminded her and the girl groaned, throwing a crisp your way. "Hey!" You complained and threw one at her too, her hard gaze met your eyes and you knew this would not end well. "You braindead fucker, it's Chanel." Jennie exclaimed and threw more your way and soon you two were throwing crisps at each other.

You took your whole bag of crisps and yanked it in her face. "Ha, gotcha big ass forehead!" You laughed and Jennie's blood was boiling as she grabbed inside the box and took an unopened pack, moving from her place you tried your best to cover yourself to not get hit in the face although Jennie wasn't having it.

"Stop. Fucking. Covering. Your. Face." She gritted out and pushed you over, making you lay on the floor, pulling on your arms to get them away from your face, the bag of crisps already discarded as she needed both of her hands since you were much stronger than her. Jennie managed to grab hold of your wrists and with all her strength yanked them away from your face, pinning them down beside your head. Your breathing was heavy as her chest heaved up and down, you both swallowing as she ended up straddling you. Her hair which was being held back by the hairband gently fell down her shoulders but kept all her hair out of her face.

Jennie took this awkward position as her chance to apologize because she knew that it couldn't get worse than this. "I am sorry for...calling you a freak earlier...I didn't mean it." Your lips parted at her words and you pursed your lips slightly. "I just...uhm..." She trailed off not knowing what to say without exposing herself too much to you now. "Well, I am sorry for molesting you." You apologized too and she shook her head. "No, you didn't do anything inappropriate, I was just..." Jennie trailed off and her grip tightened on your wrists for a second as she looked away since a blush was threatening to cover her cheeks again.

"No, I am sorry because I clearly made you uncomfy and that's my fault." You stated, because no matter how much you two would bicker and push and pull, your intentions never were to make her uncomfortable. That made Jennie look at you and her cheeks were slightly flushed as she was quick to clear it all this time without beating around the bush. "No! Really, it was because...I got really flustered and didn't know what else to do or say...So, I just slapped you and accused you when it was clearly all an accident." She finally explained and you were very surprised to hear that you made thee Jennie Kim flustered. It was something you thought that you would never get to hear or would never think would be true.

"I believe you." You said and she tilted her head at that. "I mean, look at you...you're as red as a tomato right now." You said with a smirk and Jennie clenched her jaw as she knew that it would be a bad idea to boost your ego like that since it was already big. She let go of your wrists at that and pulled away, sitting up straight about to get off you, but you stopped her, grabbing onto her forearms as you sat up with the girl straddling your lap. You glanced down at her chest subtly to see how her breath hitched. "I knew that there was something more to you than just liking to get on my nerves." You stated the obvious and her eyes darted around the room to avoid yours. "Like what? There's nothing else, I just enjoy making you mad and that's it." Jennie sassed out, trying to slither her way out of this somehow.

"You're attracted to me." You cockily said and watched how her pink chubby cheeks got a little brighter with your words, her skin flushed and probably hot. "I am not...Your ego is way too big right now and that's far from attractive." Jennie replied and still kept her eyes away from you, looking behind you instead as you still gently held onto her forearms. "Ok then, can I try something? If you don't find me attractive just stop me right away, Jennie." You said and she finally met your eyes with hers that held curiosity and she gave a hesitant nod at that. You wetted your lips and didn't waste much more time as you pulled her closer to you, her eyes widening at that but her whole body freezing and going into shock when you pressed your lips against hers.

You just gently pressed your lips against hers, you closed your eyes and started to move your lips against hers, waiting for her to either push you away or to start moving her lips against yours. Loosening your grip on her forearms, Jennie's eyes closed and her hands came around to your nape, her lips moving against yours. The amount of comments you would like to make right now just to get her mad and worked up were right at the tip of your tongue, but you decided to push it into her mouth instead of annoying her. Her nails dug into your nape slightly as she opened her mouth more. Wrapping your arms around her petite waist you tilted your head slightly to have more access, a hum left her mouth at how your tongue pushed against hers.

Although you pulled away when you felt her warm thighs that were straddling you squeeze slightly, obviously looking for some sort of friction. "Don't be a wuss and stop now, Y/n...finish what you started." Jennie firmly demanded through the blush covering her cheeks and there was the attitude you knew her for and not the shy little Jennie she was just a second ago. "Or are you afraid of some pussy?" Jennie quipped and quirked an eyebrow just trying to provoke you to get what she wanted. You bit your lower lip with a smile and lifted the girl off your lap, making her sit back down on your hoodie. You watched the frustration on her face from that before you stood up and reached your hand out for her. Jennie took hold of your hand and you pulled her up to stand.

"Still seeping with attitude even though you're the needy one." You commented and a small gasp came from her mouth when you pushed her up against the wall. Her hands gripped your shirt as you held her waist, pulling her into you before leaning down and kissing her again. This time more assertive as you knew what she wanted from how much attitude she had even when being desperate to get fucked by you right now. A moan slipped past her lips and her hands kept pulling onto your shirt, definitely ruining the material with her neediness. Your knee went between her thighs, parting them as they were so desperately rubbing against each other for friction. She shuddered at the contact with your knee and gripped onto your shoulders just in case her knees would buckle beneath her.

Feeling her hips roll against your thigh that was between her legs as she continued to kiss you fiercely, too focused on chasing her high to realize what was going on. Your hands let go of her waist and went under her skirt, gripping the thin material of her pantyhose, Jennie groaned right into your mouth when you ripped their seam, exposing her cunt- inner thighs too- that was only covered by her cheekies now. Moving your hands to her hips as she rolled them, grinding right onto your thigh that was pressed between her legs. You pulled away from the kiss, Jennie's lips were wet and parted as her head fell back and rested against the wall, her eyebrows furrowed as she lost herself in chasing her orgasm that was growing in the pit of her stomach.

Seeing that she was too busy to even try and kiss you now, you leaned down to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the skin while your left-hand untucked the pink v-neck from her skirt. Sneaking your cold hand under it, goosebumps formed on her hot skin as you ran it up to her breast, fondling it through the bra she was wearing. "Oh fuck." Jennie breathed out, her nails digging into your shoulders while you sucked on her neck, squeezing her breast as you reached your hand inside her bra, your fingers busying themselves with her hardened nipple. Jolts of electricity went through her body at the pleasure that her body went through, starting to feel light-headed from it. Breathless moans came through her mouth mixed with cries as she was so close but yet couldn't reach the orgasm that was right there.

"Fucking rub my clit or something you fucking- fuck yes!" Jennie got stopped from cursing you out of frustration- letting out a cry of pleasure instead- when you let go of her breast and moved your hand between her legs, snaking your hand through the waistband of her panties and finding her swollen clit. Her legs tensed up and her movement halted as she moaned continuously, not being able to stop her moans even if she did not want you to think that you were good at this which you very much were. She wrapped her arms around your shoulders, holding herself up as her legs were giving up at this point when her orgasm came at last. "F-Fuck." She breathed out before gasping when you did not stop rubbing her clit for even a second.

She choked on her breath as it didn't make it past her chest, her whole body burning from the inside at the feeling. Her legs were shaking the slightest as you removed your hand, watching her chest heave up and down, holding her up by her hips. She continued to pant, trying to catch her breath as quickly as possible although she hadn't had a good orgasm in a while since her own hands did not satisfy her enough. "Come on." You ushered and tried to pull her away from the wall. Jennie finally moved her head that was resting against the wall and looked at you confused. "What?" She questioned confused and you chuckled, reaching into her hair and removing the hairband that was in it gently before throwing it on top of your hoodie. "You know...I want a release too." You pointed out as you were very fucking hard right now.

"I'm not sucking your prick." Jennie let out and you raised your eyebrows at her. "Who said anything about sucking? And even if I was talking about sucking, why the fuck not?" You said, kind of offended that she wouldn't want to suck you off. You were very clean. "Because why waste talent on a one incher?" She tsk right after and your mouth went agape. "Plus, I don't have any condoms."

"One incher!?" You exclaimed and she rolled her eyes at you. You reached into your pocket, taking out the cardholder while praying to the seven goods of fortune. They seemed to be on your side when you took out the unopened condom with a big grin on your face. "Wanna do the honours?" You questioned as you held the wrapper in front of her, throwing your cardholder into the pile of other things. She was about to take it but you changed your mind. "Nevermind...why would you waste time on a one incher, right?" You said and shrugged, putting the condom in your pocket. "Unless you are saying that because you...well, in simpler words suck at giving blowjobs...I will go with my version." You provoked and saw how something literally flicked in her eyes at your words.

One thing Jennie hated was to be bad at things, anything, it didn't matter and she despised people who said that she was bad at something when she knew damn well that she was a pro at it. It triggered her so badly and she knew that she needed to work on it because it wasn't healthy to always feel the need to prove herself. You bit your tongue when Jennie literally dropped down to her knees in front of you. She was going as far as bruising her knees right now just to prove to you that she was not bad at this and she wasn't sure why she went this far because the Jennie she knew herself as would never, NEVER bruise her knees for anyone even if her life depended on it. Yet here she was, on her knees before you.

This made her not want to look up and meet your eyes. Instead, she looked at the print through your grey sweats and she could tell that you were not a one incher, definitely not. Her hand went up to the hem of your sweats as she tugged them down, the sweats pooling around your ankles. You looked down at her, watching her every move carefully as she reached her hand up to your dick that was trapped in your boxer briefs. Taking in a deep breath when she ran her fingers gently along your length up to the hem of your boxer briefs. Her lip was between her teeth as she pulled them down, curious about your size and excited.

You smirked when she finally removed your boxers, watching as she squeezed her thighs when her eyes landed on your dick. Jennie wanted it inside her, didn't matter what hole as long as it was inside her. Her hand gripped onto the base as she stroke up, your tip leaking with precum that she gathered before spreading it along your length. "Ever had anything this big in your mouth before, brat?" You groaned when her grip around your leaking tip tightened in response, Jennie wasn't sure if she liked your big ego or not. Instead of responding she let her tongue out and licked up the precum, your dick twitching at her kitten licks, wanting much more. "Come on...Anyone can do that...thought you were a pro." You added fuel to the fire.

Jennie ignored you because she knew very well what she was doing. "Don't cum too fast because I still want you to fuck me." She only said and you noted to not let go too fast to not embarrass yourself. Not after getting this far with her. Your lips parted as you watched her take your tip into her warm and wet mouth, her lips wrapping perfectly around it. You hummed as you put your hand into her hair, pushing her hair back for her as she swirled her tongue around your tip before pulling away. You watched in a daze as she finally looked up at you, using her hand, she guided your length, running your tip along her plump lips, covering them in your precum, you tried to push it back into her mouth but she did not open her mouth and you rubbed against her cheek instead which she didn't seem to mind, almost nuzzling into your leaking tip, rubbing it back to her lips.

"Are you that into teasing?" You questioned and she looked at you through her lashes with a small smile, her tongue only poking out to clean her lips before she bit down on her lower lip. With that she opened her mouth and took you into her mouth, your grip tightening in her hair as she gradually took more and more into her mouth. She hummed as she hollowed her cheeks, sucking back up and swirling her tongue around your tip. Stroking what she didn't reach with her hand while her other hand went to your balls, kneading them and making a moan escape from your lips. She continued to take you in as much as she could before sucking and swirling her tongue around your tip, fully focused on the dick in her mouth.

"I've had better." You groaned out, Jennie's movements almost halted, but she continued because she was just getting started. She sucked hard with her cheeks hollowing even more up to your tip, another moan coming from you, pulling out and licking up the spit that almost fell from your tip before entering you back into her mouth. A loud mouth left your lips and you felt your thighs shake while Jennie let out a shameless moan, enjoying this more than you at this point- when with one smooth and fluid motion she loosened her throat muscles before they tightened around your tip with her lips around your base. The girl deep throating you and making your free hand hold onto the wall beside you as her throat muscles squeezed your tip. "Oh- Oh fuck." You shakily breathed out, not knowing what to say as you hadn't had anyone do this to you yet. You were so fucked.

Jennie released your tip from her throat and slurped back up, the spit running down her chin as her hand squeezed your balls, your hand tugging onto her hair only making Jennie moan and you watched your tongue, to not say anything without thinking it through at first. With another lewd moan coming from Jennie when her throat opened for you again, her nose tickling the skin of your stomach as she had her lips around your base again. "I'm gonna cum if you don't stop." You moaned out because there was no way you would be able to hold yourself if she was going to take your dick like this. Flexing your stomach to not cum when you looked down and met Jennie's eyes, who had your dick shoved down her throat with her eyes watering slightly.

You gave her hair a tug because you were going to bust any second and reluctantly Jennie slurped back up before letting your dick out of her mouth against her own will, but she didn't want this to end yet. You took deep breaths to try and collect yourself, baffled that you had to collect yourself and you hadn't even had a release yet as you pulled your sweats up. "Fuck, how- how?" You breathed out, Jennie rolled her eyes although on the inside she was smiling because she managed to get you like this and it made her feel different things. Instead, she reached for the hem of your shirt and used it to wipe her chin and mouth. "I- you bitch." You grumbled and grabbed her wrist, removing her hand from your shirt to already see that it was too late as the spot was wet on your white t-shirt. "Fuck me like one." Jennie said and you snapped your head back at her as she stood up, your lips parted and eyebrows quirked.

"You know what, I fucking will." You let out and Jennie let out a yelp when you manhandled her and turned her around, pushing her down on the drawer where her purse was laying in one smooth and quick motion. You pinned her front down on the drawer, her hands gripping onto its edge as her chest pressed down on the wood. It was the size of a desk but was used as a storage drawer and now you were going to use it to fuck Jennie into it. "J-Just...don't forget the condom." Jennie basically whimpered as she felt your hand caress her ass slightly through the pantyhose as they were only ripped on her crotch. You hummed at that.

Just when Jennie was about to push herself up because it was taking too long for her liking she hummed out a whine when you pushed her body back down, flush against the drawer. "You fuck like a grandpa." Jennie complained because she wanted you inside her right now since her wetness was already threatening to run down her thighs. You chuckled as you moved her skirt, flipping it up to get a view of her ass that was covered by the black lace cheekies and pantyhose. "Fucked a lot of grandpas?" You questioned and she groaned at what you said. "That's not what I meant!" She grumbled out and you crouched down, removing her doc martens as she let you do whatever you pleased so far.

You yanked down the pantyhose that were already ruined, hearing how they ripped more together with a gasp coming from Jennie, throwing them away in a corner since she wouldn't want them anyway. Still crouched down, you ran your hands up her smooth thighs, looking right up at her cunt that was covered by her panties that were soaked, seeing some of the wetness that was on her inner thighs. Holding them when she tried to close her legs for any friction, preventing her from doing so. "Damn, you're so fucking wet." You commented, slowly pulling down her panties that were basically clinging to her drenched pussy. "And you're so fucking annoying that I would rather fuck a grandpa at this point. Do something already!" Jennie let out frustrated, her nails digging into the wood of the drawer.

You stood up after getting her panties off her and stuffed them into your pocket, taking out the condom and pulling your sweats down. Ripping the packet and taking out the rubber as you discarded the packet somewhere on the floor. Pulling the rubber down your length to the base. You grabbed onto Jennie's hips that were exposed together with her ass and glistening cunt, her skirt flipped up above her hips, licking your lips at the view. Jennie reached behind her, wanting to speed up the process, but you grabbed her wrist, making her hiss as you pinned it against her lower back. That's how she knew that she was going to get fucked literally and in other ways, may it be emotionally or physically.

You took hold of your cock, letting your tip disappear into her folds, collecting the wetness as you run it between them before finding her grasping hole. Choking on your breath as you pushed into her, the tightness of her in this position making your stomach twist as her walls took you in with ease from how wet she was, the tightness only making it difficult to thrust. Jennie whimpered as you stretched her out, her hand that was held by you balling up into a fist and her free hand gripping hard onto the desk before a loud moan spilled through her lips.

You started to move slowly in and out of her, feeling how her walls were squeezing around you. "Fuck- Oh fuck!" Jennie cried out when your pace just picked up from nowhere as you didn't feel like going easy on her, not after what she put you through today. Letting your frustrations out on her. "You know what your mouth is actually good at?" You groaned out and thrust deeper into her, she let out an uneven hum, her voice unstable from how her body was being fucked into a drawer by you. "Sucking dick." You stated and she moaned when you pressed your hand more onto her back, making her feel your dick right on her spot, rubbing her g-spot just the right way because of how her lower stomach pressed into the drawer, making it easier for you to reach her wet, spongy spot. It made her legs shake. "Fuck you, Y/n, and fuck me better!" Jennie bit back, wanting more from this.

You removed your hand from her hip and took it up to her head, gripping her hair before pressing her face harder into the top of the drawer. Jennie's cheek squished into the wooden top, her moans and cries echoing in the tiny space that got hotter from the sex. Having her hand pinned behind her back, her legs shaking from pleasure, the lewdness of her wet cunt swallowing your dick and your hips meeting hers, taking over your senses as it all sent you into a frenzy because you were fucking Jennie Kim who was a big bitch and a brat for all you know, but here she was letting you fuck her as if she had no dignity at all.

You groaned as you pushed harder into her, hearing how the drawer banged into the wall with her purse falling off it although Jennie was getting fucked too good to even notice. "Y/n..." Jennie whined out and her thighs spasmed, clenching hard around you, making your movements go uneven and you instead tried to thrust harder into her. She choked out whines at the feeling of your tips continuously brushing her spot, the twitching of your hard cock, making her want to clench harder to feel more of you inside her. All her sticky wetness just ran down her thighs and she knew that she would never redeem herself when it came to this.

"God, you're so fucking tight, Jennie and you take dick so good." You praised and she let out a shaky hum at that. "You're the first person to fuck me this good." Jennie admitted with her tears of pleasure hitting the wooden top, her cheek still squished into it, her free hand, digging its nails into the wood as she tried her best to grip it. She needed so much more to grip on, the way you were fucking her brains out, your dick stretching her tight walls and she wasn't sure if she wanted more or if she wanted you to stop, her mind getting clouded.

"Fuck, please...I want more." Jennie begged like never before and you let go of her hand that you had pinned down, reaching it around to her front Jennie's whole body tensed up when your fingers came in contact with her clit, her body momentarily flinching at the contact. "That's too much!" She cried out although in pleasure, not wanting you to stop, you kept going, her both hands gripping onto the drawer that was sounding like the last screws in it wanted to leave right this moment. "Yet you're taking every bit of it, aren't you?" You questioned and pressed a tiny bit harder on her clit that you continued to rub and she gasped big, your dick still rubbing on her spot inside of her.

Her mind went blank, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as she whimpered at the orgasm that went through her toes all the way to her ears that were ringing, her legs feeling numb with her walls pulsating in rhythm with her heart which she could feel amidst her orgasm- the throbbing of her clit and wall- her hips pushing more into you as she let out moan after moan. "I- I- I can't...Y/n." Jennie managed to whine out as she needed you to stop, her clit and walls throbbing from how intense her orgasm was. You removed your hand from her clit and let go of her head, making it easier to breathe for Jennie who was panting.

Holding onto her waist, the feeling of her slick walls, throbbing and clenching around your cock made you burst within seconds as you had been holding long enough. You pressed your body flush against Jennie, your face in her neck, burying it in her hair as her perfume attacked your nose as you busted into the condom, filling it like never before with a slight whimper. It got quiet in the small room that you two had been trapped in for a good six or seven hours now, both of you panting and swallowing to get rid of the dryness in your throats. Waiting for your legs to not feel like jelly as you rested on top of Jennie who had her eyes closed, trying to just breathe normally.

You took in a breath and placed your hands on each side of Jennie's body on the drawer, pushing yourself up before pulling out of her and pulling down her skirt for her. You took hold of her shoulders seeing her still struggling to push herself up fully, getting her up and making her turn around. Jennie leaned against the drawer and you stopped yourself from leaning over to her and kissing her since you were scared that she would find it too intimate. "Just- wait a second." You quickly let out and Jennie didn't care and just listened as you lifted her to sit on the drawer.

Removing the condom and tying it as you cringed at it before throwing it somewhere on the floor. Pulling your sweats back on fully with your boxer briefs, you turned to where your hoodie was and wondered what you were actually doing since you never acted this domesticated. You shoved your cardholder into your pocket that was on your hoodie, took her hairband and then picked up your hoodie and a water bottle before walking back over to Jennie. Cringing internally at yourself because what the fuck was up with you? "Here, put it on." You let out and placed the water with her hairband beside her, even going as far as putting the hoodie on Jennie, who yawned after you pulled it down, feeling drained.

"I don't- uhm, I don't have any paper or tissues..." You trailed off, going too far for your own liking and Jennie pointed to her baby pink chanel purse on the floor. You picked it up and like an idiot opened it, ignoring all the tampons and whatnot before taking out the pack of tissues. Jennie saw as you stopped after taking them out, seeing how you were contemplating what to do. "I can just do it myself, if you really don't want to, Y/n...You don't need to act-." You cut Jennie off as it wasn't like that. "It's not like that...I just have never even thought of doing this much after sex for someone and here I am wanting to do it...so I am just a little confused with myself." You admitted and looked away from Jennie and down at the tissues. This made Jennie just as confused cause she never had anyone go the extra steps for her and yet she wanted you to do it. God you two hated each other for this.

"I haven't had anyone go the extra step for me." Jennie decided to admit since you two were at it so there was not much more to lose here. "I mean even the hoodie was more than I have ever received." She said, people weren't even decent enough to pull a duvet over her let alone a hoodie and to think that the person she "hated" the most and was "hated" by the most was the one to show the most care. She would at first think that you were just a really generous person, but you did admit just a second ago that you never did this for anyone else before...so that meant that you actually cared for Jennie.

"But at this rate, I rather do it myself, you dingus." Jennie said and tried to reach for the tissues in your hand because the stickiness was starting to get too overwhelming after being there for so long, but you moved them out of her reach. "No...I got this." You firmly stated, for some reason wanting to leave an impact on her- which you already had done today in multiple ways- this time by being the first one to go the extra mile for Jennie. She rolled her eyes and just let you do it as you took out two tissues and helped her clean up while she took the water bottle and drank from it, liking the princess treatment she was receiving from you.

Once you were done you looked at Jennie who was looking at you with a knowing look. "I need my panties back." You groaned as you hoped that she wouldn't have caught you and reached into your pocket, handing them over to Jennie as you had been caught red-handed. Jennie took them from you and you helped her get down from the drawer and stand on her feet before averting your attention to look around the room, ignoring the corner where you had made a mess with the crisps and the other part of the floor that had her ripped pantyhose, the wrapper and the condom. You looked at the place where the soccer balls were and saw what you knew you had seen earlier, walking over to them and reaching for the rolled-up yoga mats, taking three of them.

Jennie watched as you walked over to the clean part of the storage room and rolled out the mats, placing them on top of each other before you heaved a sigh and slumped down, sitting in the corner and leaning your back against the wall. You glanced at your wristwatch before looking at Jennie. "It's only 11 pm...the volleyball team doesn't start training until tomorrow morning at 6:30 am." You informed and gestured with your head for her to just sit with you, looking at her as she stood with your hoodie that reached mid-thigh on her, making it look like she wasn't wearing much more. With that, Jennie walked over to you.

Feeling needy for cuddles after what you did to her, Jennie settled down between your legs, taking you by slight surprise but either way, you wrapped your arms around her waist wordlessly as she leaned her back against your front. "You're not really as arrogant and spoiled as you pretend to be? You're no snob." You questioned after a few seconds of just silence. Feeling Jennie shift slightly at your question before she rested her head against your shoulder, looking at the door in front of you two. "...Not really no." She replied quietly and you nodded as her fingers started to fiddle with yours.

"Then why do you always act like that?" You curiously asked.

"It's my personality Y/n." Jennie stated the obvious.

"I don't mean the attitude, that's obviously bitch syndrome." You groaned when she nipped your thigh at what you said. But you knew that the attitude was just part of her although the rest wasn't. "But seriously, I know that the spoiled brat and arrogancy isn't you...not from what I have seen today, you're no snob."

"People don't like rich people that are humble." She shrugged and you moved your face to look at her, the girl just looking down at your hands that she played with.

"How do you know?" Jennie sighed at that and you were worried that maybe she would snap soon for pushing this far since you two never had any real conversations.

You could see that she was a bit reluctant but decided to just say it. "Because I tried at first...I had to change schools because of how much they bullied me for it." She explained with a frown, remembering how much everyone just pushed her around when they found out about how much money her family had and yet she was one of the most humble people they had met. "You can't know if now will be the same if you try to just be your humble self." You tried, seeing no reason at all for her to be the snob that she pretends to be.

"Exactly, that's why I don't want to risk it...I don't enjoy flaunting wealth, but people don't like it when someone with money tries to be humble, they think that we do it out of pity or something." She reasoned and you could see it from both sides.

"Do you?" You asked her.

"No, I don't do it out of pity, I do it because wealth had never been the most important thing to me, I am thankful that we have money, but that's it..." Jennie had always been grateful for having money, but she never saw it as something that would define her until people made her use it as something to define herself as. They didn't like her humble self and bullied her for it, most people who were not as wealthy hated her for how she was like right now, but they at least didn't bully her and she associated herself with other wealthy people who were nice towards her. "I just don't trust it." She concluded, not trusting people with trying to be herself in front of them.

You thought about it carefully, knowing that this could very much ruin even the bickering between you two, but with a sigh, you just went for it just like you had the whole time ever since getting trapped here with her. "Maybe...you could give me a chance to prove to you that it doesn't have to be the same." You suggested, knowing that it wouldn't hurt to get to know thee Jennie Kim especially since she proved you wrong- her personality wasn't rotten and she was hot, but you already knew that since you weren't blind.

Jennie chuckled and turned her head, coming face to face with you...small blush on her cheeks because well, Jennie had always been attracted to you and bickered with you for your attention and because she liked it and now you were basically asking her out. "This is my pussy preceding me, isn't it? I am sure this is out of order, Y/n." Jennie let out another chuckle as everything that went down today was not in order. You shrugged as you gazed around her face, momentarily glancing down at her lips that had been places today and had let out different sounds and words before looking her in the eye.

"I mean...kind of is, but the sex isn't what's making me ask this." You cleared it up since Jennie had made you feel a few things you hadn't really felt with anyone else yet and the same went for her...You made Jennie feel like a normal human being and didn't kiss her ass just because of her money- you never did as you were basically the only one at school that didn't care about whether she had money or not and then showed a bunch of care ever since getting trapped and no one had really done that either.

"What is then?" She asked, wanting to know what your intentions were if it wasn't sex.

"I would actually like to get to know the real you...unless you really can't see yourself with someone like me, then it's fine and understandable since-." Jennie rolled her eyes at your rambling.

"Fine. Plus I just told you that I am not like that...money doesn't matter to me." She cut you off, reminding you about what she had told you not even five minutes ago.

"Fine?" You asked baffled as you expected her to be a bit harder to get to agree, but here she was...but only if you knew how you made Jennie feel every day and especially today you would understand right away why she so easily agreed.

"Yes...but no sex until you take me out on a few dates and we get to know each other." Jennie leaned more into you and licked her lips before leaning in and leaving a peck on yours. "That's just to close the chapter for what happened today." She explained as you never kissed her after fucking her so good. "No more." She said and put her hand on your lips when you tried to kiss her again since you weren't ready for that peck. "I will only kiss you once we are together...you can kiss my cheek." She let go of your mouth and pointed to her cheek, making you lean in and peck her soft cheek before the girl sighed and closed her tired eyes after today.

-

Soon the morning came and it was 6:35 am when the door to the room opened, the light waking you and Jennie who was snuggled into your chest while you were still leaned against the wall. The girl who opened the door gasped and you widened your eyes at the way too-familiar voice. You only managed to cover Jennie's face (although everyone would still know that it was her) who groaned awake before the flashlight of Yeri's phone lit up the whole room, taking a picture of the mess, capturing everything from you and Jennie- her bruised knees- to the condom and ripped pantyhose- Yeri the school's biggest gossip girl ran away right after.

"What was that?" Jennie asked pissed as she sat up straight, you cleared your throat and swallowed.

"Yeri." It went quiet.

"Hold me or I swear to God she will be 6 feet under." Jennie let out and was about to stand up, but you pulled her back down.

"Wait...is what we said yesterday still...you know valid and not something in the moment?" You asked to make sure, Jennie rolled her eyes at that.

"Of course, you fucking moron-" She confirmed, still having that attitude of hers that you always loved before she gave you a quick kiss on the corner of your lips before shrugging your arms from around her. "Now let go so I can threaten Yeri and the next five generations of her family, Y/n."

You smiled and she quickly stood up, running out of that room you two had been stuck in for 15 hours and 15 minutes together...it was all the time you two needed to get something between you two started.

Let's say that it didn't take her long to introduce you to her parents...she knew that you were staying for good and you had no plans of leaving Jennie once you had gotten to know her better.

#blackpink smut #jennie smut #jennie x reader #smut #jennie x g!p reader #girl group smut #fanfic #oneshot #fluff #smut with plot

[mylackoffaith]

Dragon's Dreamer - Part I

Summary: Winning races is child's play compared to waking up naked, and tangled in the sheets with none other than Daemon Targaryen himself. Not only that, but you're also the daughter of Otto Hightower?

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x modern!reader word count: 3009 words

“Cunt!”

You shift your gear, and manage to slow the car a little as your opponent, Blaze moves in front of you as a means to block your path. You swerve to the right, in a way to overtake Blaze. 

This race was not going your way, clearly. Actually, not just the race, but your whole day was just horrible. What with your landlord not fixing the water problem in your apartment and then to top it off, he had the audacity to increase the rent. Dick face. 

You mentally curse the person whose face you first saw this morning, blaming them for the mess your day has become. Then you remember it was your black cat, Storm. Instantly, you retract all your curses because, well, Storm's your baby, and he can never bring bad luck.

Teeth gritted, hands firmly on the wheel, you refuse to let Blaze have the upper hand. Today is not the day you lose a race, especially when there's money on the line. Your engine roars as you slam the gas pedal, and send your car surging forward. 

You can tell Blaze has noticed you trying to overtake him, as he tries to block you again, but you're not letting that piece of shit take your cash home. As he moves to the right, you swerve left this time, and slip past his car and zoom past the finishing mark.

You drift to a stop, a bright smile on your face as you savour the victory. Your chest is heaving, your blood is pumping, and your adrenaline is still running high. Blaze screeches to a halt behind you, his face a mix of surprise and frustration. You can hear the roar of the engines and the cheers of the crowd. 

The cool breeze feels amazing on your hot and flushed face as you step out of your car, heart still pounding. Before you can fully get out of the car, a screech escapes you as you are lifted off the ground and spun around.

It's Emma, your best friend, grinning from ear to ear, and cheering your name. "You crazy bitch, you did it! I could kiss you right now!" they exclaim, as you wrap your arms around their neck to keep yourself from falling.

Emma sets you down, both of you laughing and catching your breath. The high from your victory is buzzing through your veins. You can feel the eyes of the crowd on you, and Blaze begrudgingly walks over, a forced smirk on his face.

"Lucky win. No need to get too cocky," Blaze mutters, trying to save face but you can see the annoyance in his eyes. 

"Cut the bullshit, and face it, she smoked you fair and square. You're just a sore loser." Emma retorts, their tone sharp and unapologetic. They stand next to you, with their hand around your waist.

You can't help the smile that spreads you, and raise a brow at Blaze, "No, no. You're right, Blaze. Maybe it was a lucky win, but when I wake up tomorrow, I'd still be a winner, and you'd still be stuck  to the same old loser routine. Tough break." 

Blaze scowls at your words but doesn't say much, clearly irritated. Laughter erupts between you and Emma as Blaze retreats, the cool breeze carrying away the tension of the race. 

Emma turns to you, placing a kiss on your cheeks. "You, my girl, deserve a few drinks. How about after you collect your prize, we hit The Hop House? First round's on me," Emma suggests, a mischievous glint in their eyes.

You grin at Emma's suggestion, feeling the thrill of the victory still coursing through your veins. "Hell yeah, when have I ever turned down free drinks?" you reply, feeling the rush of excitement and accomplishment.

The two of you head off, with Emma's arm around your shoulder, ready to drink the night away. Your pool of cash awaits, and calls your name. our pool of cash is calling your name, and you've got plans for that moolah – rent's getting paid, the fridge will finally be full, Storm will get a new toy, and that PlayStation plus subscription is getting renewed. Because let's be honest, Joel Miller and Arthur Morgan are calling your name.

Nothing can ruin your night, or the following day. 

A groan escapes you, and son of a bitch does your head hurts, as you lift it from the pillow. You squint your eyes at the blinding sunlight stabbing through the curtains, regretting every decision made last night. Your head's pounding like a drummer in a metal band, and you're pretty sure a family of woodpeckers set up shop in your brain overnight.

Sitting upright, you realise that the room's a blur, and you rub your temples like that's gonna magically fix the hangover. A pathetic whine escapes you because going to work with a hangover is the last thing you want to do. Dealing with Rhys and his relentless flirting on top of this pain? No, thank you.

"Oh good, you're awake."

You flinch so hard, you might've set a record for the fastest, most ungraceful wakeup in the history of hangovers. The screech that escaped your throat is a sound you vow to never repeat. Like, ever. You whip your head around, and regret it immediately. The room spins, and you grab onto the edge of the bed for dear life.

You blink a few times, trying to focus on your surroundings. The blurred room starts to come into view, revealing a place that's definitely not your messy apartment. Because no way in hell is your room this big, nor does it look straight out of period drama.

You're stuck in some fancy-ass room with curtains that look like they belong in a royal castle. And speaking of fancy, there's a guy sitting across from you, looking like he just walked out of that show that your sister watches and sends you edits and facts about.

The guy is broad, like, shoulders-for-days kind of broad, and tall enough that you gotta tilt your head back a bit to meet his eyes. He's wearing a black coat, the ones that Lords wear in a historical drama, complete with shiny buttons and intricate embroidery

He's got long, silver hair, and violet eyes? What the fuck? You squint at him, convinced you must be seeing things. Violet eyes aren't a real thing, right? Because if they are, you need to meet God immediately and demand why you weren't given a pair.

"Easy there, little girl," he says with a smirk, cutting off your eye-colour investigation. You're still trying to process the silver hair and violet eyes when he leans back in his chair, all casual-like.

You're sitting there, staring at this dude with silver hair and violet eyes, feeling like you just stumbled into a weird dream. But, nope, this is real, and he's calling you "little girl." Rude much? 

"Motherfucker, don't call me little girl. The last guy who tried that got a black eye," you retort, because, seriously, who does he think he is? You might be in an unknown place, but you're not about to let this silver-haired dude talk down to you. 

"Oh, the daughter of Otto Hightower has a bit of fire in her," he chuckles, raising an eyebrow like he's enjoying this little exchange. That smirk on his face? It's practically begging for a fist.

"First of all, who the heck is Otto Hightower, and secondly, who are you?" you demand, your arms, crossed defiantly, suddenly feel a lot heavier, and when you glance down, it hits you.

You're naked. Covered only by these flimsy silk sheets, you're clutching onto them for dear life. You pull the sheets away to look down, to see that you're naked from head to toe. Your face snaps up at the man sitting in front of you, only to see his amused expression morph into a wide grin. Great, just great.

"Oh, don't worry, little Hightower, I've seen it all before," he says with a teasing glint in his violet eyes. You're not sure whether to be annoyed or embarrassed, but you quickly decide on a mix of both.

"Alright, first of all, stop with the 'little Hightower' crap. Call me by my name or don't call me at all," you declare, mustering all the confidence you can while wrapped in those flimsy sheets. He leans forward in his chair, still grinning like he finds this whole situation amusing.

"Fair enough, little Hightower," he says, emphasising the last two words just to irk you.

You shoot him a death glare, but he just laughs. "Alright, Silver Fox, let's cut the crap. Where am I, and how the heck did I end up here?" you demand, deciding to take charge of this weird conversation.

The silver fox tilts his head to the side, a confused glint in those violet eyes, while his head rests on his fist. "Did I fuck you too hard to make you lose your memory?" he smirks, clearly enjoying the banter.

You roll your eyes, unamused. "Trust me, if that were the case, I'd remember it vividly. Now, are you going to answer my question or keep making terrible innuendos?"

"Oh, good one, little Hightower. After the passionate night we spent, I reckon your father would have no choice but to wed us. Could you imagine, the pious and eldest daughter of Otto Hightower, and Daemon Targaryen, the Rogue prince?" he teases, his tone laced with amusement.

Daemon Targaryen.

You can't help but let out a chuckle, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. The laughter bubbles up within you, gradually turning into a full-blown, almost maniacal eruption. It's almost too surreal, and you find it hard to believe that this isn't some elaborate prank your sister pulled.

You remember all the times you had scoffed at the complicated family tree, and the absurdity of season 8. Your sister had insisted you give it a chance, and now it seems like she's turned the tables on you, dropping you into the very world you dismissed.

The daughter of Otto Hightower. The guy that pushed his daughter into the bed of the walking dead and practically handed her a one-way ticket to the chaos express. Seriously, why couldn't you be the daughter of someone sensible, like Ned Stark? The guy was practically the gold standard of fathers in the messed-up Game of Thrones world.

House of the Dragon, you loved it because it was much better than Game of Thrones. You also loved Rhaenyra, your bisexual baby, she could do no wrong in your eyes. Aegon was relatable, what with your mommy issues, I mean sure the guy was… Well, you pause, realising you might be here a while if you list out all his issues.

Viserys, if he weren't a king, you would bash his head in. First the guy pressures his wife for an heir, then he kills her. The only good thing the man did was make Rhaenyra the heir. Then the guy is a dick to all his other children. If Viserys had no haters, you were dead.

Rhaenys, and Corlys. The DILF and MILF of the Seven Kingdoms, and possibly even Essos. Well, followed closely by Oberyn, and Ellaria. . Rhaenys, your queen, held a pedestal in your heart so high you'd gladly sacrifice yourself just for the privilege of sharing the same air. And, oh, when they say black don't crack, Corlys was living proof. 

Laenor, now there's an underrated gem. Honestly, the best guy in the whole series. He accepted the Strong children as his own, raised them as his own, all while hiding who he truly was. Then there was Laena, sweet and fiercest Laena, who you'd willingly walk into fire to protect.

Helaena and Luke. Your precious little babies whom you'd preserve and hold forever if you could. They're the kind of innocence you'd fight the Mountain for. Your little dragons, the only ones who you would kill anyone for.

Jace, your sweet gentleman, the kind of guy who'd rescue kittens from trees. The type that makes you believe chivalry isn't dead. Truly, Ser Harwin's son, and you loved both the father and son, for being the way they were.

Aemond was…well, Aemond. Complicated, pitiful, and a source of both frustration and fascination. You loved Luke, but you also loved Aemond. So you were honestly conflicted when he had lost his eye but gained Vhagar.

But the Daemon gave… a whole new meaning to the term "complicated." It's like he took a crash course in creating chaos and then decided to make it his life'

"You find something amusing, little Hightower?" He's still grinning, but now it's more like he's enjoying a private joke.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head slightly. "Please, just call me by my name. I've had enough of your 'little Hightower' nonsense already. And I'm not finding anything about this situation amusing, trust me," you reply, your tone a mix of irritation and disbelief.

Daemon's grin widens, clearly revelling in your exasperation. He checks his nails, before crossing his arms casually, silver hair cascading down his shoulders. "Alright, name it is, little Hightower."

You shoot him a glare, but he pays no mind, seemingly unfazed by your annoyance. "So, care to explain how I ended up here in this…room?" you ask, your sarcasm dripping like honey.

Daemon chortles, the sound echoing in the room. "Well, my little Hightower, it was quite the surprise, I must say, having the pious daughter of Otto Hightower, bursting into my room, begging me to take her maidenhood. I suppose I should commend you for your bravery. Not everyone dares to enter the lair of the dragon."

You arch an eyebrow, your irritation growing. "You do realise that storming into someone's room and begging for deflowering isn't exactly a standard move, right? I'm not some damsel in distress, and I certainly didn't come here to beg for anything."

Daemon's violet eyes gleam with amusement as he tilts his head, considering you. "Ah, a damsel with a bite. I like that. It's not every day a woman challenges me, especially in such… unconventional circumstances."

"I didn't burst into your room, and I certainly didn't beg for anything. I have no idea how I got here, and I'd appreciate it if you could provide some actual answers."

His grin fades slightly, replaced by a more contemplative expression. "Well, that's a bit disappointing. I was hoping for a more scandalous tale to spread across the Seven Kingdoms."

"Sorry to disappoint your highness, but my life isn't a series of scandalous escapades. Now, can we focus on the matter at hand?"

"Fine. Last night, upon my return from Flea Bottom, what greets me? You, sprawled in my bed, slumbering in all your naked glory, like a celestial offering. It was quite the unexpected revelation," Daemon remarks with a grin, his eyes dancing with mischief.

You glower at him, the reality of the situation sinking in. "Look, I've already told you, I have no idea how I got here. I didn't plan this little rendezvous, and I certainly didn't intend to become some sort of surprise package in your bed."

Daemon's amusement persists as he hands you his white tunic. "Oh, don't sell yourself short, my dear visitor. Not everyone gets the privilege of waking up beside Daemon Targaryen. Consider it an experience worth cherishing."

As you reluctantly take the tunic from Daemon, still wrapped in those flimsy silk sheets, you shoot him a look that could melt steel. "You know, waking up beside you is not on my list of life goals," you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than to him.

Daemon seems unfazed by your displeasure. "Life has a funny way of surprising us, doesn't it?"

You scoff at Daemon's casual attitude, shooting him a pointed look as you begin to struggle into his oversized tunic. It's a struggle not to trip over the lengthy fabric, but you manage to maintain at least a modicum of dignity.

The tunic hangs loosely on you, and you shuffle towards a massive mirror, still holding onto the silk sheets as if they're your last shred of dignity. The room spins a little less now, allowing you to navigate the unfamiliar terrain with some semblance of grace.

As you catch sight of your reflection, you scream. No, it's not because you suddenly transformed into a Targaryen dragon or something equally absurd. It's the realisation that your once normal, probably slightly neglected, hair is now ginger.

Ginger hair.

The ginger hair revelation hits you like a ton of bricks. You stare wide-eyed at the reflection in the mirror, desperately hoping this is just some bizarre dream. You reach up, running your fingers through the vibrant strands as if expecting them to revert to their usual colour with a simple touch.

You take a deep breath, trying to accept the bizarre turn your life has taken. As you gather your courage, the room starts to spin again, and a wave of dizziness washes over you. Before you can protest or question Daemon further, darkness creeps in at the edges of your vision.

The last thing you hear is Daemon's voice, distant and muffled, as you succumb to unconsciousness. The world blurs and fades away, leaving you in a disorienting abyss. The sensation is akin to tumbling down a rabbit hole, but there's no Wonderland waiting for you at the bottom.

#daemon fanfic #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen x female reader #daemon targaryen fluff #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targeryan #daemon targaryen x oc #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen x y/n #daemon targeryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd x y/n #hotd x you #hotd x oc #daemon x reader #daemon x oc #daemon x you #daemon targaryen x modern!reader #modern!reader

[cosmiiwrites]

Omg can you please do an Alastor x reader (gn + platonic)

Basically where readers ex won’t leave them alone (always stalking their socials and goes around asking for them) so Alastor steps up and helped the reader. Would be greatly appreciated 😭🙏

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ ex’s and oh’s

·:¨༺ platonic!alastor x reader ༻¨:·

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: in which alastor puts your obsessive ex back in line cw: cussing, violence, obsessive behaviors a/n: JSBNJDHS THANK YOU FOR 120 FOLLOWERS OH MY GOSH??? also i hope this is good, i dont usually write for alastor😭 you frowned at your phone, a notification from no other than your ex being the cause. "thought running off to some shitty hotel would keep me away from you?" the message read. it was the third time you'd had to delete one of their comments. honestly, it was getting tiring. you'd moved on weeks ago! every time you'd block their account, they'd just make a new one. you sighed, deciding that putting down your phone would be the best option. your peace lasted about five minutes before charlie called you downstairs. "uhm, [name]? there's someone down here who'd like to meet you..." she said, suspicion evident in her voice.

you made your way to the railing of the stairs, before stopping abruptly. your ex was right outside the hotel doors, looking in every direction frantically. hoping to catch sight of you. "why is-" charlie pulled you aside before they noticed you. "we tried sending them away," she sighed, "but they wouldn't budge!" "charlie, it's alright." you reassured. "just tell them i'm not here." she gave a curt thumbs-up before retreating downstairs.

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“of course they’re here, the little shit’s probably just hiding,” your ex spat. they’d been arguing with charlie for the past half hour trying to get to you. alastor’s smile grew irritated at the sight.

“well-“ “i’ll handle this one, my dear.” alastor interrupted. charlie gave him a nervous nod before letting him drag your ex by the collar.

the hallway lights flickered as alastor forced your ex into a corner. “what the fuck do you think your doing?” the smaller demon protested.

“you’ve been causing disturbances in my hotel. i can’t allow that.” alastor snarled, voice dripping with poison.

your ex scoffed. a mistake. “the fuck are you gonna do about i-“ they were cut off by a hand to their throat. with alastor’s free hand, he grabbed your ex’s arm, locking them in place.

“here’s whats going to happen.” alastor deadpanned. the lights were flickering more fervently now. “you are going to leave this hotel without any complaints.” his antlers grew as he continued, eyes darkening. “and if i catch you bothering my dear friend [name] again,” alastor leaned into the trembling demon’s ear. “i’ll rip your insides out and broadcast your screams for all of hell to hear. you’ll set a prime example of what happens to pathetic wretches who dare cross my path. do you understand?”

your ex’s lack of response displeased alastor. alastor’s nails dug deep into the demon’s arm, drawing blood and emitting a loud cry from your ex. “i said, do you understand?” he repeated darkly.

“yes, yes—fuck! get off of me!” the demon cried, hand clawing around their neck in hopes to loosen alastor’s grip. which was unsuccessful. “glad we both can settle on an agreement.” the lights went back to normal, and alastor went back to his usual calm and collected demeanor. he discarded his hands from your ex and wiped them on his coat.

your ex flew out the hotel doors in less than 30 seconds.

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few hours later

“hey, charlie, how’d you get my ex to leave?” you questioned. “yeah, that bitch was NOT going nowhere,” angel chimed, eyes still glued to his phone. “how’d you even survive dating a fool like them?” you sighed at his comment. “well, they’re an ex for a reason…”

“but back to the main question. how DID you get them to leave?” charlie gave you a nervous smile. “well…”

“i handled them myself.” alastor quipped. “it was quite easy, might i add.” his grin sharpened, as if he was proud himself. he was, and for good reason! angel cocked a brow. “yeahh, we’re never seein’ them again, are we?”

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[jeansplaytoy]

‘ 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 .

part three.

if you haven’t already, please read part two and one first. warnings: physical + verbal abuse, language, fluff (in the beginning), mentions of alcohol, lots of angst. if this is too much for you, please don’t read it.

‘i wont get too drunk, i still have to go home.’

that’s what you told yourself every five minutes when you went to pick up a drink. and every five minutes, you changed your mind about that drink.

‘fuck, i have to go home.’ you thought to yourself while checking your phone. 1AM. “shit.”

but you stayed sitting on the couch, regardless of the fact that it was already getting out late, and you were supposed to be out studying.

but those thoughts were brushed away when you felt someone sit down beside you. “what’s wrong?” ony asked, looking at you. you slowly shook your head. “nothing… just worried about what my moms gonna say when i get in the house at three in the morning.” you said, staring at the ground with your lips softly pursed together.

ony smacked his lips. “you know she ain’t bouta say shit bout it. she gon be cool.”

“you can think that cus we not related. if you really knew how she was, you’d picture her like i do.” you said, shaking and scratching your head.

“you tryna go home?”

“not really.”

“then why you complaining? go find armin or sum.” ony softly smacked the back of your head. you groaned. “i don’t wanna talk to armin. he already think i’m a hoe.” you looked at ony as he grabbed your wrist and led you through the crowd.

“well… you could’ve fooled me.”

“bitch-“

“armin yo future girl lookin for you. she said you think she a hoe.” ony nudged armin and brought you into view. you looked at him with an annoyed look and then at armin while rolling your eyes.

armin chuckled. “wassup.”

as ony walked away you dramatically sighed. “you uh.. ready to go home?” you asked armin while tilting your head. “why? you tryna go?” you shrugged.

“we can leave if you wanna go.” armin shrugged, putting his phone in his hoodie pocket. “yeah.” you nodded, almost rushing out of the party. you left through the front door and hurriedly made your way down the walkway.

“damn, hold up.” armin held up his arm. “you know yo back pack still in ony room, right?”

you sighed, anxiousness filling your heart. “fuck. can you go get it? you don’t have to.” you rubbed your eyebrows. “i’ll wait for you.” you said, adjusting your crop top to stop the sweat from forming. armin nodded, going back to the house.

it was only a few minutes when he came back out, holding your backpack. “my fault. people was crowded and shit.” he said. you nodded. “thank you.”

you let armin hold your backpack as the both of you walked down the street, since that’s how you got to onys house in the first place. you walked quickly, armin following beside you. he seemed calm. like this was something he did everyday.

“why you so nervous. yo mom can’t be that irritating.” he mumbled.

you shook your head. “this the latest i ever been out. she strict as hell and i know it’s finna be a never ending argument when i get in the house.” you exhaled and rubbed your hands together.

“me and you both. dad bouda be on my ass.” armin raised his eyebrows and shook his head. “fuck. i hope he sleep right now.”

“me and you both.” you repeated his words with a quiet voice. armin seemed the notice it and glancing at you before looking forward again. “we can get yelled at together.” armin shrugged. “i thought you said you ain’t have no curfew when we first saw each other again.”

“no curfew before 11, yeah.” you shook your head.

it got quiet as you both continued to walk. you started to slow down a little, realizing it was already too late to start rushing home.

“i was playin when i said that stuff about you lookin at me. i know you don’t do that to everybody.” armin suddenly spoke. you hummed. “what made you think about that?” you asked. he bit his top lip. “when ony told me you said i think you a hoe… sumn like that. i know you ain’t no hoe.” he said, looking down at you as you walked. you didn’t look up from the concrete.

“it’s whatever.”

armin heard your tone and inaudibly sighed. “if it makes you feel better, i can talk back to my dad so he can yell more. yknow, so he can yell his ass off for the whole night, and you can rest knowing i’m still getting called names and shit.”

“don’t put yourself at risk to make me feel better.”

“i’m not risking nothing. that’s the thing.”

“you risking the relationship between y’all though, so…”

armin pursed his lips together. “ain’t no relationship between us no more. he been gettin more fuckin’ irritated by the days.”

you hummed. “oh.”

only a couple more steps forward and that’s when you made it in front of your house. “well. here we go.” armin clicked his tongue, starting to walk towards your backyard. “you gon keep my backpack?” you asked. armin shrugged and looked back at you.

“call me.” he mumbled.

“no number.”

he paused and hummed, reaching in your backpack and pulling out a random piece of paper and a pencil.

he wrote down his number, barely being able to write it down because of the fact that he had to put the paper on his palm. he passed you the paper, putting your pencil back.

“when we get done getting yelled at.”

you put the piece of paper in your skirt pocket and nodded with a small smile.

knocking on your own door, a few seconds came your mom. with a worried, but more angry look on her face. “get in this damn house. right. now.” she pointed behind her. you sighed and walked in, rubbing your forehead.

she slammed the door behind you and frowned. “you said you was going out to eat, so why the hell you coming back in my house at 1 in the morning?” she said, blocking your way to the stairs.

“i went to a party at onys house, it’s not that serious.” you mumbled.

“not that serious? i almost called the police because i thought something happens to you, but it’s ’not that serious’? and i bet you was out there with a bunch of damn boys, huh.” she squinted. “a bunch? what you tryna say? i’m some kinda thot?” you frowned and tilted your head. “i went to a party, had some drinks, and lost track of time. i barely did anything at the party anyway, so i don’t know why you tryna make it seem like it’s the worst thing in the world.”

“and you might be just that.” she mumbled.

you frowned in confusion. “what?”

it took you a minute to realize she answered your first question and disregarded the rest of your words. “because every damn time, it’s something else. then you gon end up pregnant with no help.” she shrugged, continuing to stand by the stairs.

you scoffed and shook your head. “yeah, right. i’m gon get pregnant, fuck a thousand boys, cus i’m a thot right?”

“you need to find you something else to entertain yo damn self with.” she pointed her finger in your face. you started getting irritated. “can you move?”

“no i cannot. because i don’t know who the hell you been hanging around that’s making you act like this, but you not going out no more.” your mom continued to yell in your face. “you a little ass girl-“

“first of all i’m 18 years old, damn!” you smacked your lips and pushed past her, going up the stairs.

“i wish a had a damn son. don’t know why little ass girls like you act like this. shoulda knew that from the time you was born.”

for some reason, those words struck you somewhere you’ve never really been hit before. now your moms said a lot of fucked up things to and about you, since you were young. but to basically say she wished she never had you? it was weird.

“cool.” was the last thing you mumbled before walking into your own room and shutting the door, locking it behind you.

meanwhile there was armin, listening to his dads yelling. still listening.

“i don’t know why the fuck you come in and out of this house when you feel like it, but next time you do that shit, i’m gon’ fuck you up, you hear me, armin?!” his dad yelled outside his locked door.

“i heard you the first time bruh.” armin mumbled.

but he guessed he heard what he said perfectly, because he jumped at the loud pounding on his door. staring at his door knob, which looked like it was about to practically break from the sounds it made and the way it moved.

he looked like a deer in headlights.

the sound of his mom yelling and the sound of his dads silence, mixed with the banging of the door, it made armin go silent, and put his phone down beside him on the bed.

suddenly, his moms yelling and muffled and his dad broke down the door, going straight for him. before he could even flinch, he felt his self getting thrown into his dresser. “i’m sick of this disrespectful ass kid!”

he felt his dads grip on his hoodie, as he got thrown into the wall, where a big hole laid when he was swung off the wall and into the door, nearly breaking it off the hinges. “you disrespectful son of a bitch! you need to learn some respect!”

as armin tried to fight back, he threw a punch to his dad, which landed. and hard.

it only made him more pissed.

armin felt his self being slammed to the floor, which he was glad was carpet because his head hit it instantly. he squinted at the pain before throwing full punches at his dad, who did the same on top of him. and was much stronger.

the sound of his moms yelling still didn’t blink in yet.

“get off of him, he didn’t do anything wrong!” his mom yelled, face almost soaked with tears.

“you need to learn respect, you fucking hear me?!”

his dad pinned his arms down to the floor. “get the fuck off of me! i fucking hate you!”

armin kicked his legs and screamed, but it was no good. that’s when he felt tears flood his eyes and roll down his face. his room was filled with nothing but yelling from him, cries from his mom, and harsh words from his dad. he was basically throwing a tantrum now, kicking his legs around, knocking things off of his dresser.

his dad suddenly yanked away from him, standing up and running his hand across armins dresser, sending all his things flying.

his dad pushed past his mom as he laid there on the floor. armins mom, shaking, slowly shook her head, sobbing as she slowly left the room.

armin, heavily breathing, fists balled, sweating and still crying, suddenly started to yell again, this time at his self. he was mad. more than mad.

throwing things around his room as he yelled, kicking his lamps over, throwing glass around, tearing curtains, and more. “i fucking hate this house!” he yelled, tears still dragging down his tired, red face. he sent a punch towards his bathroom mirror, completely shattering it. throwing things around his bathroom, he panted, walking back in his room and grabbing his phone and his charger. he grabbed his backpack, shoving any clothes he could fit, along with his toothbrush, deodorant, things like that.

he put on his shoes, and swung his door open, breathing heavily as he made his way downstairs, leaving and slamming the front door behind him.

and you? you stared at the ceiling, thinking back on your own mothers words.

for a few minutes, you were lost in your own thoughts.

until you heard a knock on your window.

part four here.

#aot x reader #jeansplaytoy♡︎ #armin arlet x reader #aot armin #armin headcanons #armin x y/n #armin x you #armin x reader #armin aot #armin angst #armin x black y/n #armin x black reader #armin x fem reader #armin arlet x black reader

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Nasty - Tomura Shigaraki x Reader

Minors Do Not Interact (18+ to read)

Warnings: This is a GROSS smut fic. Straight-up bloody period sex! Blood kink, female reader, masturbation, Shigaraki is a tad misogynistic, Shigaraki has toxic traits but we've been knew, quirkless AU, Shigaraki may or may not be a drug dealer, unprotected sex (but reader takes birth control), degrading pet names (mostly slut along with adjectives like dirty or filthy), blue-haired Shigaraki, use of vibrator, rough sex, light choking, not proofread

Today was a little tiresome. It was that time of the month and per usual, you weren't feeling like a pretty little princess right now. Thankfully your flow had lightened up since a few days ago, but you still felt worn down. You were hungry, tired, and above all else..horny.

It was such a nuisance. Out of any time of the month to be horny, why now? You supposed it could be easily explained by the fact that during your period, you're a hormonal wreck. Of course, you'd be horny. Doing anything about it filled you with shame, though. You COULD use a vibrator, maybe even a dildo, but it almost made you feel guilty. To pleasure yourself when you're utterly filthy.

Vibrators and dildos are great, but you also had a whole-ass boyfriend. A boyfriend who would sometimes question why you'd use toys and not invite him to play. Wasn't he good at making you cum? Why would you leave him hanging?

The thing is, it's not that simple right now. You were sure that if you had asked him to do anything with you now, you'd be hit with some nasty comments about how disgusting it would be to fuck you on your period.

Shigaraki was out in the common area talking to Dabi about some...stuff he had and how they were going to sell in order to make rent. You figured he'd be in there for a while, so you saw this as a ripe opportunity to try and squeeze in a quickie with your vibrator. You made sure to lay down a towel, a red one, to make sure no mess ended up staining the bed. Tomura would surely be pissed if that happened. You snuck over to your special box and pulled out your favorite vibrator that was notorious for making you cum quick and easy.

You lie down on the bed and turn on your vibrator, placing it snugly on your clit. The immediate touch is nice, and soon you're greeted with those warm, special, fuzzy feelings that come with being pleasured like this. Your flow was being generous, as you weren't getting much blood anywhere. After all, the clitoris isn't responsible for blood.

The vibrating sensations are quite lovely, but you raise your hand to tweak your nipple simultaneously to enhance the pleasure. That really got you going. Unfortunately, your blood wasn't being very conservative anymore. The mixture of wetness and blood together was making a mess and even getting on your hands a bit. You were simply grateful that you had set this towel down.

The comforting pleasure felt amazing, so much so that you hadn't even noticed your door open. Your self-care was shortly interrupted by an abrupt, "What the fuck are you doing?"

He didn't say it in an aggressive tone, surprisingly, just irritated and confused. You jolt upwards, shoving the vibrator behind you. Not that it made much difference. You were lying there, he clearly saw you using it, and now your thighs and fingers were covered in blood. But, hey, you used a towel, right?

"Well, excuse me, but I was horny and didn't have any other option. Is that okay?" you retort defensively.

"Calm your tone, woman," Shigaraki snaps. "I don't appreciate that bitching shit and you know it. I was just asking what the fuck you were doing."

"Okay. I'm masturbating."

"I can see that."

"So why did you ask?"

"Rhetorical question, haven't you heard of that shit? I thought you were smart."

You don't say anything for a moment. You were embarrassed beyond belief. Maybe you should've assumed he would eventually walk in, but goddamn it you needed this. And now he's ruined it.

"You're gonna stain my fucking bed."

"That's what the towel is for."

Tomura wanted to lecture you, but despite the bloody mess you've made, your thighs and legs right now were alluring, to say the least. You were wearing a band t-shirt, and while Shigaraki usually would prefer to see your tits, the contrast between the shirt and your gorgeous legs made him want to fuck you badly. Maybe to pull the shirt over your breasts and watch them bounce as he fucked you.

Oh yea, you're on your period. Tomura didn't really understand this shit. He didn't grow up around girls and was never taught anything about the female reproductive system, other than if he came in you you'd get pregnant. But that's what your birth control is for. This period nonsense was annoying for him. Why the fuck should he have to hold your hand through all the cramps and bitchy behavior? He was convinced that your period made you an absolute cunt. Maybe it did, but he just didn't get it, and didn't appear to want to.

Some fucked up part of him saw the blood in between your beautiful thighs and his dick twitched. For some odd reason, you looked so cute right now. All bloody and filthy. He only wished that you would've yearned for HIM, and not that stupid vibrator.

"Are you really this desperate?" Tomura says in a seductive tone as he rests back on the door to your shared bedroom.

You blush, embarrassed to admit it. "Yea.."

Shiggy takes slow steps towards you, with the most sinister look on his face. He firmly holds your chin in between his finger and thumb, tilting your face upwards to look at him.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you wouldn't want to, because it's gross."

"Well, yea. It's disgusting. But you need your bloody cunt to be pleasured, don't you?"

Your eyes beam bright, and Shigaraki chuckles as he notices you perk up. He pulls you into a nasty kiss, full of yearning and lust. You moan lightly into his embrace, still feeling unsatisfied as you were unable to cum earlier.

"Heh..you know I love you right?" He soothes. You can't tell if he's being serious or just saying this shit to make you horny. Either way, his charm is working. Shigaraki sits down next to you and pulls you in for a closer embrace. You rub your hands up his chest and tug on his shirt.

"I love you, too.."

"That's obvious, you goon. Listen, if you're gonna use this vibrator, the least you could do is let me help you."

Shigaraki reaches over to the vibrator you placed behind you. He looks at it for a bit, noticing the sticky blood and pussy juice. A part of him is grossed out, but knowing that you're so damn horny when you're bleeding like this? It's animalistic, and he loves it.

He reaches the button and clicks it, but there's no response.

"Huh?"

"You have to hold down on the button."

"Oh."

He does so and watches as the vibrator starts buzzing. He glances back at you and kisses your neck, pushing you to lie down as he slips the vibrator to rest on your clit. He's met with an instant pornographic moan from you, making his cock twitch in excitement.

"Hehe.."

Shiggy moves the vibrator according to your needs. He used to be pretty bad at knowing how to please your clit, but he's learned well. Years of fucking around on a controller taught him some things about pacing. He watches as you grind your hips against the vibrator and he makes sure it hits the most sensitive spot on your clit.

"Awwhh~~"

"That's it. You love this, don't you? You filthy slut.."

You reach down to the bulge in his pants and begin groping his cock as he uses your vibrator on you, eliciting a sexy groan from his raspy voice. You continue to stroke his dick through his pants and he begins making his motions on the vibrator more taunting

"Awhh~~, Tomura.."

"What's that?" He says teasingly.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Then do it. Cum on my hands with your bloody pussy."

Tomura reaches to tease one of your nipples as you're approaching your high, making you way more sensitive. A powerful orgasm washes over you in waves, causing desperate whines to exit your mouth.

"AaAAAH~"

"Mmm..." Shigaraki hums, horny as fuck from your pretty moans and wet pussy. As you settle down from your high, he looks at his hand, doused in blood. So gross, but who is he to deny his babygirl of pleasure? After all, you're so good to him when you suck his cock and let him fuck you on every surface in the apartment. Dabi, Jin, and some of the other roommates have been making food on those kitchen counters. Oh, how little did they know.

Shiggy reaches to unzip his pants and eagerly throws them off before whipping out his cock quicker than you could say, "fuck me."

There's a burning hunger in both of your eyes. Tomura practically pounces on you, kissing you passionately as you grip his hair. You know that his scalp is sensitive.

"Oh you're asking for it.."

Shiggy reaches down to penetrate you. He takes a look at your cunt before inserting it, almost as if he's reconsidering his decision. You've got him riled up though, and frankly, he's too horny to back down now. Tomura eases his cock into you, immediately hit with a pleasant surprise.

Your pussy felt amazing. So wet, so warm, so slippery. Oh he was going to have fun with you. Without much warning, he begins thrusting quickly inside of you. You feel so fucking good, so perfect.

"Mmm..."

"This is what you wanted, right, you nasty slut?"

"Yea.." You say seductively, intentionally teasing him. He loved how sexy you sounded when he fucked you.

Tomura held your waist as he pounded your pussy deep. For someone who was so concerned about you staining his bed, he wasn't holding back much. He didn't care, all he cared about was how gooey your pussy felt. Shiggy reaches down and softly wraps his thumb, middle, and ring finger around your neck. Not enough to actually suffocate you, but enough for you to feel dizzy.

This was probably feeling better for him than you at this point. He was relentless, thrusting at a rhythmic pace. He brushes your cervix and panting like a dog. Maybe even growling like one too. In his mind, he was fucking you like an animal in heat. He may as well play the part, right?

He's fucking you so nicely, every inch of your insides being pleasured. Your g-spot is practically throbbing against his cock. You allow the sexiest moans to escape, and both of you are sure that your roommates can hear you.

"You're my good little horny slut, huh? Yea??<3<3"

"Yea..mmm...Tomura.."

He reaches to pull your shirt above your tits to watch them move at the rigorous pace. Just as he had fantasized about earlier. They bounce so good, and you look even sluttier than before.

"Fuck..Y/N.."

"Awhh!~"

"I'm gonna cum.."

"Inside..do it inside.."

"In this bloody pussy??" He chuckles.

"Please.."

A couple more quick and desperate thrusts, and Shigaraki cums deep inside, and while you can't see, you can tell that his load was heavy and thick. He lets out a horny grunt as he came and both of you are panting and sweating. Not only were you bloody and wet, but now you had cum oozing inside of you. How fucking disgusting.

Shigaraki pulls out and sees the absolute filth that covered his cock. If he wasn't such a sick fuck, he'd probably puke, but knowing how well he fucked you? It makes it worth it. You're so messy now, and the towel came in good use for sure.

"Jesus fuck..that was hot..."

#shigaraki smut #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki tomura

[happy74827]

Just Words

[Siobhan Roy x GN!Reader]

Synopsis: Words can be hurtful (especially to most) but with Siobhan’s “5-star” personality and ability to not care about anything other than herself, you can’t help BUT spill some words. {GIF Creds: @olliviacooke// I took this off of google (fair warning) so I had to dig deep to find the OP}

WC: 2274

Category: Slight Fluff (?), Enemies to… trope {Trigger Warning: Foul Language (I really channeled the Roy family here), Logan}

I did not expect my first succession fic to be Siobhan… but honestly, I’m not complaining 👀 (fyi: this was a request and I stupidly forgot to “answer” so hopefully the anon who requested lovely Shiv finds this 💀)

『••✎••』

Siobhan Roy… mega bitch. You hated her. Well, that might be an understatement; you despised her. From the moment you met her, she was just a total and complete pain in your ass. Not to mention completely and utterly self-absorbed. She had the attitude and ego of a child.

So when you were made to work with her, you were less than pleased. Logan Roy, the only man who could top Siobhan in terms of being an insufferable asshole, had made you a deal. If you and Siobhan worked together to find a solution to the media shitstorm he was currently experiencing, he would put you on the team that handled the IPO of Waystar. It was the opportunity you had been waiting for, so you sucked it up and agreed.

You and Siobhan sat in the meeting, both of you looking like a pair of miserable children. It made Roman look like a ray of sunshine, and that was really saying something.

Logan slammed the door, causing you to flinch.

"Fuck," he said, taking his seat.

"What?" asked Siobhan, a tinge of irritation in her voice. It’s amazing how her mood could shift on a dime.

"Nothing. I'm just a bit tired of this fucking circus."

"Well, what the fuck do you expect? You made a public promise. If you can't make good on it, why not just say so? Why continue this fucking farce?"

Logan narrowed his eyes at her.

"If I wanted to hear that, Siobhan, I would have gone to my wife's bed. I don't need a cunt in my ear right now."

Siobhan rolled her eyes. "Jesus fucking Christ. I'm a realist. You're the one who wants to live in your fantasy world. Just fucking drop the bomb, tell the truth, and let's move on."

"The truth? And what is the truth? That my son’s a psychotic, drug-addled mess? That Kendall is a sniveling, entitled little fuck? A pathetic, whiny, little shit stain who can't do his job because he's too busy jerking himself off to his own sob story? Is that the truth you want to set free?"

Siobhan stared him down, and once again, you were surprised. You had thought the woman was completely brazen, but there were still limits.

"I'm not your therapist," she said.

"No. You're not. And I'm not going to sit here and listen to a woman with the emotional range of a fucking teaspoon telling me how to handle this situation. Now, I need to get on the phone with my PR team. Fuck off, all of you. Get back to work."

You and Roman both jumped up, quickly leaving the room. Once you were safely away from Logan, you took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.

"Jesus fucking Christ," you muttered, "I don't know how she does it."

Roman smirked, "Oh, she's a special snowflake—a real ball buster. You should see her with Tom. It's a fucking bloodbath."

“Tell me about it. It’s a raging dumpster fire, even saying more than two words to her. I feel like she's going to snap my head off any minute. I’m so tired of her bullshit, and she's the least of my worries. The whole family is a fucking disaster. And I don't have time for any of it…. No offense.”

Roman gave you a half smile. "None taken. You're right; I'm the best of a very bad lot."

"Well, at least you're self-aware."

“You fuckers talking shit about me behind my back?"

You turned and saw Shiv leaning against the wall.

"Always," replied Roman. "And it's fucking hilarious."

"Well, don't let me stop you," she said, rolling her eyes. Her eyes then shifted to you.

"I didn't realize we were having a fucking slumber party."

"Just having a bit of a break," you said.

"Oh, well, that's very fucking nice. I'm glad everyone is taking a fucking break because I've been dealing with our father, who is a raging psycho at the moment. You know, while the rest of you are fucking around, the company is dying. It's falling apart, and everyone is too fucking busy to give a shit."

"Come on, Shivvy. Take a breather. You’re starting to act like Kendall… and that's never a good look," said Roman.

"Fuck off, Ro.”

Shiv glared at him, then glanced back at you. The glare made you want to hide, but you refused to show fear in front of her. You had done it in the past, and it only fed her.

"Well," she said, "aren't you going to say anything? Or are you just going to stand there with your mouth open like an idiot?"

"I think I'll take option B. I'd like to live through this," you replied.

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"I think it's pretty clear."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. I guess I shouldn't expect someone like you to understand."

"Someone like me?"

“Shiv,” warned Roman, trying to interject. Personally, despite his whacked-out sense of humor, you actually enjoyed his company. He was definitely the least obnoxious of the Roy siblings. “Let’s not get into this now, okay? Just drop it."

"No. No, go ahead, Shiv. Let's have it out. Right here, right now. Let's see if you can handle it."

Shiv stared at you for a few moments, then she smiled. It wasn’t her usual smug, condescending grin. It was different, almost sincere.

"You think you're tough?" she asked.

"No. I know I am. It's a little different, don't you think?"

"Okay," she replied, her eyes darkening. She leaned forward, her face just inches from yours. Roman just looked at the two of you as if watching a tennis match. "You're so sure you can handle me. So why don't you prove it?"

"Prove it? Like, what, punch you in the face? Is that what you want?"

"Although, as satisfying as that sounds, I was thinking we all should just move on… maybe have a drink, talk it over? Yeah? No?”

Shiv just looked at you. "Yeah, I'll pass. I'm not here to make friends, and I'm certainly not here to kiss your ass."

"That's good. Because, honestly, I don't see you as the ass-kissing type. Tom, yes. You? Not a chance. You're the type who wants everything to be handed to you on a silver platter. I'm sorry, but I'm not the maid. I'm not going to serve you or kiss your ass. I'm here because I have a job to do, and I intend to do it. That's it.”

"Oh, right. I see. Well, then, why don't we cut the bullshit and just get right to it. How about you go back to whatever shithole you crawled out of and let the real people get on with things."

“Guys-” Roman started.

"Real people? Real people? You think you're real? You think this is real? I hate to break it to you, Siobhan, but you're not a princess, and this isn't a fairy tale. You're not the queen. Your father isn't the king. You're a spoiled brat, and he's… well, he’s Logan. He's not even a king. He's just a bully."

"Is that supposed to hurt me? To insult me?"

"No, but you seem like the kind of person who doesn't take criticism well. You’re doing a terrible job.”

Shiv stared at you, her lip curled up in disgust. She looked as if she were about to hit you, but the rage was just a facade.

"Well," she finally said, "It's a good thing we're not here to play fucking games, then. So why don't you shut the fuck up and get back to work? Unless, of course, you don't think you can handle it. Maybe you should just go back to where you came from, and let the real people get on with things."

Your nostrils flared. It took every ounce of strength in you not to smack the look off her face. But you knew better. If you started a fight, Logan would take your head off, and that was a fight you couldn't win. So, instead, you smiled.

"Fine," you said. "If that's what you want. I'll do my job, and you do yours. But, just remember, the day is coming when this little charade is going to come to an end, and when it does, it's going to be a lot worse than it is right now."

You didn't wait for her reply. Instead, you turned and walked away, leaving the two of them standing in the hallway.

Once you were back in the safety of your office, you collapsed into your chair and let out a sigh. You had just gotten your first taste of a Roy fight, and it was worse than you had anticipated. The worst part was Siobhan had gotten the last word. It didn't matter that you might’ve won. She had gotten the last good word, and you hated her for it.

As the hours ticked by, you became more and more frustrated. You were angry and bitter. You were pissed at yourself for letting Shiv get under your skin, and you were angry at her for getting to you.

So, when your phone rang and you saw her name, you were tempted to ignore it. You let it ring for a few seconds, then decided to answer.

"Yes?” Your attitude was short.

"Get your shit together," she snapped. “We have a meeting in five minutes. We have a lot of ground to cover."

That was, in fact, false. By the time you arrived, the conference room was deserted, and only Shiv remained. She was sitting at the table, her laptop open in front of her.

"What the hell?" you demanded.

"I'm sorry. Did you want a fucking audience? Because that can be arranged. But, if you don't mind, I would prefer not to have any interruptions."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the fact that we are both here, and we have a job to do. Now, either sit down and help me, or fuck off. I really don't give a shit."

You stared at her, and she looked up from her laptop, raising an eyebrow. There was no audience, and there wasn’t going to be one. So, you had two options. Either walk away and look like an idiot, or stay and possibly get chewed out again. You took a deep breath and sat down.

Shiv just hummed in response, then looked back at her screen. "Good choice."

For the next couple of hours, the two of you worked together, trying to figure out a way to turn the situation around. Arguments arose, shots were fired, and at one point, Shiv threatened to kick you out, but overall, it was a productive session. Logan wouldn’t be pissed, so that was a win.

"So," Shiv said as the two of you left the building, "Did you cool down?"

"What?"

"I'm asking if you cooled down. Do you feel better now?"

"Um, yeah, sure. Why wouldn't I? You know, besides the fact that we were at each other's throats for hours and the fact that we both wanted to kill each other. I'm peachy."

"Mm, peachy." She said the word like it was an insult. "That's a strange choice of words, don't you think?”

“What? The real people don’t use the word peachy, huh? Is it beneath you, Shiv? Do you only use fancy words and proper grammar?"

"Oh, I can be a real commoner when the situation calls for it. It's all about knowing your audience."

"Really? So, is this the commoner Shiv? Should I expect a new side of you?"

"Maybe.” She smiled oddly again. The one that made you nervous. "Maybe not. That depends on you. Do you want to know the real me?"

"No, not particularly."

"Good. Because I'm not interested in showing you. I’m just curious if you have what it takes."

"To what, put up with your bullshit? To put up with a spoiled brat who thinks the world is hers for the taking? Mmm, yeah, I think I've got what it takes."

"Okay, first off, fuck you. Second, you're a piece of shit. Third, I have something to tell you. So, listen up. This is important. Okay, ready?"

You were about to say something, but her expression stopped you. Her voice was low, her tone serious. You nodded.

"I'm a bitch. And, yeah, I have a temper, and I'm not a warm and fuzzy kind of girl. But, that's the thing, I don't need to be. I don't need to pretend that I'm anything other than who I am. I don't have to fake it because I know what I want, and I'm not afraid to go after it. That’s what you need to understand. It's not about what you think you need. It's about what you want and what you're willing to do to get it."

You just stared at her, unsure of what to say.

"So, let me ask you, what do you want? And are you willing to do what it takes to get it?"

You thought about it for a second. "I want a drink. A strong one."

A little comedy never hurt anyone. And judging by her expression, you could tell you had made her smile.

"Well, that's a start." Siobhan had a smirk on her face. "Alright, fine. Let's get that drink. Then we'll see how far that gets you."

"Yeah," you muttered, "I'm sure."

But, as you walked down the street, you couldn't help but think about the question. What did you want?

And what was Siobhan offering?

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[an1meslvt]

|attitude|

tag: toxic!shuriri x blackfemreader

warnings: smut, smut, smut! (18+)toxic relationship themes, a bit of angst, dom!shuri, dom!switch! riri, sub!reader, bdsm themes, fluff at the end :)

translations: xhosa: kuqhubekani-what’s going on, thatha yonke into endikunika yona-take everything i give you. sthandwa-my love, usana-baby, ewe-yes

summary: you’re fed up with how shuri and riri have been in the lab, and giving less and less attention everyday…but it gets resolved. :)

you laid comfortably in the bed you shared with riri and shuri. they were down at the lab (as always) and you were quite bored honestly. ever since this big project came up, they’ve been distant due to the constant need to tweak what they’ve already worked on. now you being the considerate girlfriend you are, you completely understood that they needed to work and honestly it didn’t really bother you….at first that is.

you knew they wouldn’t always be around since shuri is a well know scientist and the queen of wakanda, and riri was her right hand man on missions and projects, but got damn! you didn’t think you would feel basically like a damn child waiting for their parents to give them attention(cuz that’s literally how you felt.)

as you thought about it more, the more annoyed you got. and to make matters worse, they haven’t been home in almost a damn week(except to shower and change, and sometimes barely that.) “bruh this shit so unfair.” you mumbled, getting up from the bed to go into the kitchen. you aggressively took out the items you needed to make dinner.

as if the universe could have the worst possible timing, riri and shuri walked in the door with wide smiles on their faces (that soon dropped when they saw how mad you clearly were.) “woah, ma! what’s wrong?” riri’s voice was slightly raised as she addressed you. “yea y/n, kuqhubekani?” shuri asked.

angrily, you threw a bowl in the sink, causing the two to jump. “how could you ask a dumb ass question like that? what’s wrong is how yall been in that mfin lab for a whole damn week! what about me?!! huh?! i need attention too!.” you yelled. shuri and riri both scrunched their faces up at your yelling.

“ok first of all calm down and talk like you got sum sense. second of all you know how important this project is so why you tripping, baby girl?” riri spoke, causing shuri to look at you expecting an answer. “maybe because it seems like the only people in this relationship is y’all two! it’s just fuck me and my feelings, right?!” you said now calming down a little, but still angry.

“so we get yelled at because you wanna be an attention whore? wow, that’s crazy.” shuri laughed. this bitch-she had the audacity to call you an attention whore just because you felt neglected?!!?? oh hell no! “oh so i’m an attention whore because i wanna spend quality time with my significant others?! you got me ALL the way fucked up.” you began to walk upstairs to the shared bedroom.

they followed close behind you, curious to see what you were about to do. once reaching your bedroom, you pulled out a suitcase. “i honestly don’t know why you pulling out yo suitcase cuz you not goin no where.” riri said, throwing your suitcase on the ground. shuri followed up by kicking the suitcase down the stairs. “y/n you need to stop playing with us as if we can’t track you down wherever you go, kimoyo beads or not.” shuri said, glaring at your kimoyo beads.

“and y’all need to stop thinking you can talk to me any kinda way! i’m not some child so stop treating me like one!” you we’re beyond hurt at this point. the two people you loved the most were growing further and further apart from you.

“Look y/n, maybe you should start being considerate of our work! we go in that lab everyday and bust our asses to make sure you and wakanda is safe!” riri yelled, walking up to you. “you’ve been more irritable lately, y/n…what your problem?” shuri now began to walk towards you. ok, now you were getting anxious. these mfs is ganging up on you! now you were fully pressed against a wall.

“why are y’all fucking ganging up on me?! all this because i want to feel loved by my girlfriends?!” the tears couldn’t stop and their faces softened as they looked at you, realizing their mistake. “y/n baby we’re so-” you cut shuri off before she could finish.

“no! i don’t wanna hear it! fuck you! fuck both of you! how dare you treat me like shit and call me names when you’re the ones who should be getting yelled at!?!” you pushed past them, grabbing your purse and phone, putting on shoes and walking out the door to your car.

of course they followed you outside, begging you to stay. “come on, y/n! don’t be like that!” riri yelled, running after you. you got in your car and closed your door before they could get to you. you pulled out of the drive way and just drove. you didn’t have a specific destination.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

it’s been about 2 hours since you left and shuri and riri have begun to worry. they hadn’t gone out to look for you yet being that they knew you wanted space, but DAMN. 2 hours is absolutely insane. you took your kimoyo beads off so they couldn’t track you the easy way, they were about to do the next best thing until you finally walked through the door.

they both both ran towards you, showering you in love. “baby! are you alright?!” “are you you hurt or anything?! where did you go?!” you pushed passed them, heading up to the shared bedroom. they frowned as they followed you.

“y/n? will you talk to us please? we just want to know if you’re ok.” shuri spoke and riri nodded in agreement. “i’m fine, i went for a little drive and stopped to get me something to eat. is that ok?” you spoke, giving them a side eye and rolling them as well. riri and shuri looked at eachother before sharing a light chuckle.

“ok y/n, you getting a lil too bold now, ma. roll them pretty eyes again and see what we do.” you scoffed before turning to face them fully. “not shit, that’s what. i really don’t wanna talk to y’all right now.” you said waving them off, but shuri wasn’t goin for it.

she grabbed your arm tightly before giving you that look. “you wanna repeat that princess?” shuri said and riri followed up right behind her. “yea cuz obviously you we must’ve heard you wrong or sum…cuz ain’t no way you just said that.”’she then pulled on your other arm so now you were basically restricted.

they begin to kiss your neck, slowly removing each item of clothing you had on (as well as themselves). “you want us to show how sorry we are, mami?” shuri asked, biting your neck like a starved animal. you let out a faint “yes please.” to let them know they could continue.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

“oh fuuuccckk.” you moaned in ecstasy. riri was between your legs while shuri kissed all over you. “yea? you like that?” she whispered in your ear, softly biting it afterwards. your hands were cuffed to the rails of the headboard and you had a silk blindfold on.

“oh shit riri! please don’t stop!” you moaned loudly, causing riri to bring her head up and move her fingers faster. “hmmm, i don’t know, ma. do you deserve to cum?” she said, giving off fake sympathy. your breathing hitches as you reached your orgasm. “please mommy! please let me cum!” you were so close, you just hoped she wouldn’t deny your orgasm. luckily for you, she granted your wish.

“alright, cum baby. and it better be a lot too.” as if on cue, you came, creaming all over her fingers. your legs quivered as she overstimulated you. when you finally had enough, you squeezed your legs together, which made her slow down and come to a stop.

she gave your pussy light peck before coming up to let you taste yourself. “hey, i wanna taste her too! kiss me.” shuri said, causing riri to laugh and kiss her. “now it’s my turn. riri, go into the the closet and get my strap for me baby, while i eat baby girl’s pussy.” riri smiled and nodded, scurrying to do what shuri asked of her.

“awww. it’s so swollen baby. and you’re leaking! you ready to cream for me, huh? you ready to cum again?” she rubbed your pulsating nub causing you to ooze more cream. “yes!” you yelled, but shuri slapped your thigh. “yes what?” “yes daddy!” you squealed as she connected her lips with your clit, her fingers sliding inside of you. just then, riri walked in with the strap in hand.

“oh? she creamin already? damn, ma, ian know you was like that.” riri laughed climbing in the bed next to you, kissing your neck sweetly. shuri’s head bobbed up and down between your legs, her fingers moving rapidly. you moaned loudly, your chest moving up and down due to your heavy breathing and gasps.

“daddy! i’m gonna cum! oh shit i’m gonna cum!” you screamed. shuri moaned into your pussy before speaking. “do it, sthandwa. cum in my fucking mouth.” shuri said aggressively, lapping up your juices. riri whispered in your ear, telling you to “do what daddy tells you and cum, baby.” making your back arch instantly, cumming all over shuri’s face and fingers.

“good girl.” they both cooed to you. shuri thanked riri for grabbing the strap for her before standing up to put it on. the strap was of course made of vibranium, and i was about 8 inches long with veins that glowed a blueish purple. “ri, lay y/n between your legs so you can keep her calm…she’s gonna need it.” shuri said, climbing into the bed and running her hands up your exposed torso.

she spread your legs and put them on her shoulders. “i’m gonna fuck you so good, usana.” shuri said before bottoming out. you gasped loudly, pulling at your cuffs. “daddy!” you moaned, instantly creaming around the sex toy. “mmm baby. you sound so fucking good, you making mommy’s pussy so wet.” riri said biting her lip.

you let out the most pornographic sounds as shuri pounded your fat pussy, and riri whispered dirty words in your ear, fondling your breast. “i know baby, i know. you taking what we give you so good.” shuri said, barely above a whisper. they couldn’t see it, but your eyes was rolled to the back of your sockets as shuri hit your spot. you couldn’t control your body anymore.

“fuck baby, wish you could see how good you look right now, shit.” riri moaned. just then, shuri began to drill into you, catching you by surprise and making you squirt. “fuckkk! ok daddy! okayyyyy!” you screamed, trying to run from her unforgiving speed, but she held you down. “nuh-uh baby, thatha yonke into endikunika yona.” shuri said in a very dominant manner.

“say you’re sorry baby. tell me and daddy your sorry then we’ll give you and that pretty pussy a break.” riri said, slapping you pussy a couple of times. “oh shittt! fuck, i’m sorry! i’m sorry guys please! i won’t act up no moreee!” you moaned. shuri and riri smirked in satisfaction. “mhm, yeah. tell us who this pussy belongs to.” shuri said, rubbing your clit. “it belongs to youuu! oh shit, this pussy belongs to both of you!” you screamed, on the brink of cumming so hard.

riri looked up at shuri who was already looking at her. shuri nodded which let riri know everything. “go ahead and cum baby, cum for mommy and daddy. make that pretty pussy come for us.” riri said in your ear, feeling on your upper body. you being basically brainwashed by them, you came as soon as they told you to. shuri finally stopped and began the after care process.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

you layed in between them both, their arms draped over you in a protective yet lazy manner. “we’re sorry, ma. we should be more considerate of your feelings and make time for you, and we shouldn’t have called you out of your name.” riri cooed, causing shuri to nod in agreement. “ewe, usana. we promise to be better from now on.”

you smiled weakly before snuggling into them and speaking softly. “it’s ok i forgive you guys. and i love y’all so much…please don’t ever leave me.” they both nodded. “we love you too baby, and we won’t ever leave you! we 4Lferss!” riri said, making you and shuri laugh. you loved them annoying ass mfs so much.

𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷༄𖧷

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[testingthewatersss]

I never lost him Trigger warnings for PTSD, mentions of war, torture,  etc. Just unapologetic cuddling and comfort ft. Steve Rodgers. Bucky Barnes x F Reader Chapter 1 2400 words fluff, angst, comfort. 18+ MDNI Post TWS Steve realises that he's not the only one looking for Sargent Barnes. Reader is Tony’s sister, a non-enhanced shield agent who recently resurfaced.

“I don’t really know what you want me to say”

“Y/N” Tony says, exasperated, “I want you to say that you’ll be more careful”

“That’s a bit rich, comin’ from you”

Natasha scoffs at the young woman’s reply, quickly shrugging at Steve, who is positioned directly across from her in the quinn-jet.

“I” Stark continues, “Didn’t just ransack an entire underground base-“

“No, you were just waiting outside said base, with a shit-tone of explosives”

This time, Romanoff doesn’t even bother to disguise her laughter, much to the dismay of the other, more uncomfortable passengers.

“I also have a billion-dollar suit-”

“I can make myself one, if us matching would make you feel any better”

The offer silences Tony, who rubs at his goatee, screwing his eyes shut for a moment as he considers his sister.

“I’m sorry me doing my job makes you nervous” she offers calmly, standing up from her spot to pace towards the main console, “but, look on the bright side, we got all the tech we wanted, and, it’s one less HYDRA lair for SHIELD to worry about bringing down”

“She’s right, Tony” Steve inserts, speaking for the first time since their departure, “I’m not gonna say I agree with her method-”

“Oh good” Stark counters, still clearly irritated, “Because for a second there, it sounded like you were going to praise my little sister for jumping head on into a fight without backup”

“I had back up” Y/N mutters, keying something into the computer

“Like who?” Tony bristles,

“You” she answers, turning to face him.

It’s clear from the silence that follows, that that is something she was expecting him to have known already.

It’s also clear that her having that level of unwavering faith in him, is something he didn’t consider as a possibility.

He’s suddenly very flattered. It shows.

Y/N rolls her eyes, and everyone notices how identical the expression looks when it’s her who’s wearing it.

Tony smiles the rest of the way back to New York. Not even Fury chastising them for their ‘rash actions’ does much to temper his new found elation. In fact, when he tries to scold Y/N, by saying that ‘Reckless impulsivity’ must be a genetic trait they share, he only seems to get happier.

Steve looks somewhat satisfied with the days events, and Natasha is boarder line chipper considering her usual blank facade.

“What did you go back for?” she whispers, when Y/N eventually takes her seat, back at her side, “i pochemu ty pryachesh' eto ot svoyego brata?” and why are you hiding it from your brother?

“because it’s not any of his business” she answers calmly, ignoring the quirk in Steve’s brow, “Eto to, chto ya dumayu, prinadlezhit Sardzhentu Barnsu”

“Sargent Barnes?” Natasha echos, shock making her forget her place for once.

Rodgers snaps up in his seat, eyes suddenly trained in on the women-

“Don’t pretend you don’t know who he is” Y/N chides, “I know damn well you’ve both been tracking him for months-”

“You know Bucky?!” Steve demands in a hushed tone, acutely aware of their lack of privacy.

“Who the hell is Bucky?” she quotes, not bothering to hide her smirk.

“Son of a bitch!”

“Language” the women tease in unison.

Natasha has taken the minute of distraction to compose herself.

It’s hardly surprising Y/N has caught on to their lame attempts at locating the former assassin. They’ve been hacking into her tech after all-

“No offence” she chides, “but did either of you really think nobody was going to notice a bunch of Stark drones being deployed covertly with no authorisation? ”

It’s clear from Steve’s expression that that’s exactly what he’d thought.

“You’re lucky it was me who caught on” she says, “Tony would have put a stop to it pretty fast, y’know, he’s still a little sour about the whole he murdered our parents thing”

“Y/N/N” Steve begins, clearly desperate, “He didn’t know- there is no way Bucky would’ve-”

She raises a hand to silence him, nodding over at her brother who is still blissfully focused on the navigation software.

“You’ve been keeping him off our tracks” Natasha realises, blinking between the siblings, “You are the one that’s been helping me decrypt the security codes-”

Y/N just shrugs.

“You’re actually quite good” she comments, “for a field agent”

Natasha rolls her eyes, bumping her shoulder playfully.

Steve shifts anxiously on his seat clearly trying to process the information he’s just been hit with.

“If you” he begins, “If you’ve already been doin’ that, would- would you help us? I’m sure with you runnin’ some of the kit we track him down in-”

“I don’t need to track him down” Y/N says pleasantly, shutting her eyes, “I know exactly where he is”

Before either of the others could formulate a response, she’d put her headphones in, and was leaning back against the wall, seemingly serene.

Steve had festered for the entire journey back, sharing strained looks at Natasha who seemed to be utterly unwilling to share in his urgent need to do something.

Once they’d landed, Tony had rushed his sister down to their lab to run some tests on the things they’d brought back, and to update Banner who’d been staying behind with Clint.

Much to his continued dismay, Black Widow had only cautioned him against doing anything stupid where the Starks were concerned. Warning him that he was on thin ice with Tony already, and reminding him of the older man’s protective nature, when it came to his sister.

“But she knows Nat” he’d insisted, “she knows his name, she knew about the bridge, about what he said-”

“maybe” Natasha allows

“-How?! How the hell does she know about that” he half demands, “and how, has does she know ‘exactly where he is!?”

“I don’t kn-”

“Shocking” Y/N says, pushing the door to the room open with a smile on her face, “You’re in the dark about’ somethin’ Red? I’d never have believed it-“

Before the spy can react the teasing, Steve has reacted, he’s turned, jaw locked as he reaches out to grip her arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.

She stiffens at the sudden contact, and Natasha takes a step towards the pair.

Their eyes are locked together, Y/N looks almost curious by the boldness of the mans actions, but she can tell that he’s hurting her, even though she knows him well enough to be certain it’s not deliberate.

“Steve…” she cautions, astutely aware of the way that the other woman is assessing the scenario “let her go”

“Unless you want you and your old buddy to have a matching set” Y/N says, flicking a glance at his hand, “then I’d do what she says.”

Steve releases her instantly, ashamed of the way he’d acted on instinct, without considering how he much have hurt her in the process.

“I’m sorry” he says sincerely, taking a step back, “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know” Y/N accepts, damp hair falling in front of her face as she offers him an amused smile, “Don’t worry about it”

“Y/N/N” Nat begins, hopeful that if she can do the talking, they might stand a chance of leaving this interaction with more information then they’d started with, “You said you know where Barnes is located”

“I did” she agrees, leaning on the counter, “I do”

Steve watches her, body thrumming with adrenaline.

“How?” Nat presses, “we’ve been running drones-”

“I know what you’ve been doin’” she replies, “and don’t get me wrong, I love a satellite controlled drone as much as the next girl, but I’ve been takin’ a different approach in terms of gettin’ an updated location-”

“-and that is?”

“I called him a couple of days ago.”

Steve’s jaw drops open, Natasha’s locks shut.

Y/N looks at the duo, and her amusement visible shifts to something more akin to sympathy, when she sees how earnestly Steve wants information about his friend.

“He’s alright…” she offers, “… safe”

“He has a cell phone?” Nat mumbles, more annoyed at herself for not figuring that out, than she is absorbed in the nuance of the conversation

“He takes your calls?”

“Well yeah” Y/N replies to both of them, “I check in every now and then”

“You… check in, on the winter soldier?”

“Are we still calling him that?” she quips, turning to look at Natasha, “I mean, we can I guess, but it sounds a little formal don't you think? I usually stick with Bucky"

Steve is still speechless. He just blinks dumbly at the women for a second, thoughts racing.

“What?” Y/N chides, “You’re the only one allowed to make new friends?”

He runs a hand through his hair, starring at her again.

“Is that what you are? His friend?”

She thinks his tone is awfully protective, if a little suspicious. It doesn’t take her long to decide that it’s endearing, rather than offensive, so she offers him a smile before shrugging, and murmuring a “somethin’ like that” that makes Natasha scoff.

Another, longer silence fills the room. Nobody seems keen on breaking it, and the mutual air of acceptance that has come with it.

Steve isn’t sure why he trusts the woman’s intentions, but that doesn’t change the fact that he does.

Natasha has always loved Y/N. Their bond goes deeper and further back then any of the others know, so there was never any part of her that was going to risk upsetting her over a man she’s never spoken to.

“He’s expecting a call tonight” Y/N says finally, “I'll tell him you say hello”

The hope that flairs behind Steve’s eyes is sweet. He grins and takes a step towards her, he catches himself though, and slows his movements, feeling absurdly guilty about the way he’d greeted her earlier.

“I’m not giving you his number” she tells him firmly, with no hint of apology

“Please” he asks, feeling the optimism he’d been experiencing a moment ago dissipate like smoke, “Y/N-”

“I can’t” she replies, looking at the other woman for support, “He knows you’re looking for him, Steve, he knows where I live, I-”

“is he angry at me?”

“What?” both girls say in unison

“Why would he be angry at you?” Y/N asks, as Natasha offers her a confused glance.

“I- I left him, I-“

“You nearly died” Black Widow inserts, “He nearly killed you”

“That doesn’t matter Nat, I-”

“No” Y/N says calmly, “No Steve, he’s not angry with you- He’s-” she sighs, “He’s not angry at anybody”

“So why-”

“He’s scared, Steve” Natasha says, as if that answer had been obvious, “I mean can you blame the guy?”

Y/N averts her eyes, but it’s obvious from her expression that she agrees.

“I don’t-”

“God, Steve” the red head continues, "He's clearly running from something, and right now, my money's on us-”

“-Oh, god…”

Y/N looks up seeing, hearing the remorse in their voices.

“He’s fine” she repeats, “but he’s not ready for a reunion”

It looks like he might cry. She can barely handle it, so she moves in, closing the few steps between them, and pulls him into a hug.

He laughs into her shoulder, shocked at the contact, but not displeased. He holds onto her, before nodding when she pulls away.

“Would-” he sighs, clearly emotional, “Would’ya tell him, I’m- I’m sorry, I’ll- I’ll give him space, and I- I swear I never meant to make it any harder on him I just- I just miss him-”

“I’ll tell him, I promise”

He nods again, and reigns himself back in, the best he can, pawing at his face to stop tears from filling his eyes.

“So…” Nat begins, “…what did you bring back for him?”

Steve turns to face the spy, and then the Stark.

Y/N is grinning, as she pulls a silver chain from her pocket.

“What’s that?” Romanoff asks, looking at the dog tag that’s hanging from it almost suspiciously, “and why do you think it’s his?”

“Because it is” Y/N answers calmly, “Isn’t it?”

She hands it to Steve, who holds it like it’s fragile, like it’s precious, or like he’s worried it might disappear.

He turns the tag over in his fingers, looking at the familiar engraving with awe.

“It… that… that’s not possible”

“Clearly, it is” Y/N teases, taking it back from his hands, “He told me about it once, said he’d never taken it off before he fell- when I saw it in that drawer I figured I should probably get it back to him”

“We had them made” Rodgers says, “when we got him out of that camp, everyone was jokin’, said it was so if one of us got lost, we’d get brought back to the other”

“Where’s yours?” she asks, eying his baron neck,

“Somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.”

The sadness in his tone is heavy. It pulls at Y/N’s heart strings until one almost snaps in her chest.

“Well, maybe it’ll come back to you one day” is all she says, even though she feels like she owes him more than that.

He forces a chuckle and nods.

“How are you gonna get it to him?” he asks, clearly nervous, “it could get-”

“I’m going to hand it to him” she says, “I’m not going to risk sending it in the mail, Steve, I promise”

His curiosity is clearly sparked again, but this time, he bites his tongue.

The trust he’s putting in her is tangible. She offers him a smile, and tucks the necklace away.

“I’m gonna get back to T-” she announces, pressing a peck against Natasha’s cheek, “I’ll let you know how he’s getting on”

“We’ll stop the drones” the other woman offers,

“You don’t have to” Y/N replies over her shoulder, “they’re way off track”

Steve shakes his head, dismayed- earlier that week they’d been sure they’d gotten a lead in Budapest.

“We really weren’t ever close?” Nat asks, almost irritated

“No” she replies apologetically, “But if it helps, you were up against me, so you never really stood a chance”

“Careful, darlin” Steve cuts in, “you’re startin’ to sound-”

“Like an arrogant douche bag” Natasha finishes for him,

Y/N laughs, loud and hearty like her brother.

“Maybe it’s genetic” she suggests playfully, “Recklessness, Impulsivity, Arrogance, I’m sure Fury’s puttin’ a list together-”

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#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes angst #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky fanfic #the winter soldier x you #fluff #x reader #drabble #series #BBneverlosthim

[akkkkollle]

Before you say it: yes i’m toxic. Moving on-

Just imagine: mikey pissed you the fuck off - like, did everything from being annoying to being a selfcentered rude bitch all day. So you know what? You’re gonna ride it all by yourself, bitch. And i have this idea that mikey is that whiney bitch that needs helps to get off even when riding that dick so after a time, he start cooing and begging for your help, almost crying (still riding you) meanwhile you’re on your phone, watching shits on tiktok and not giving a fuck while mikey is almost having a breakdown 😂😭

#staytoxic💅

Pairing: Mikey × M!Reader.

Words: 600+.

TW/CW: humiliation, disobedience(?), riding, pleading, overexcitation, denial of orgasm(?).

You sigh, watching someone's Instagram posts and in your thoughts, ridiculing their stories that happened because of their stupidity. Did someone break up with a guy because he tied your tail a little lower than you need? Fuck. This is some kind of nonsense, but someone really has no brains.

- Manjiro, be quiet, I'm busy. - you say irritably, flipping on.

But what did he do? Honestly, nothing, but he didn't stop, that's for sure.

His hands are on your abs, squeezing it. His head is thrown back, as are his eyes. Tears are streaming down his face. His little red cock twitches, having a sincere desire to cum. He whimpers, having practically nothing in his brain. How long has he been riding you? It's been about an hour and a half. And how many times did he cum? Null. He just wants to cum, wants to touch his dick and cum, but he can't. It will be worse.

- M-m/n... I'm begging you..! Let me cum! Ah, I-I can't... anymore! - he begs, actually having a strong desire to cum.

- No. You were acting like a bitch. So you'll be treated like a bitch. - you whisper monotonously, still flipping through .

He whines loudly as more tears roll from his eyes. His right hand is shaking, he struggles with a strong desire to touch himself. What happens if he doesn't do it? He probably won't come. And if he does? It will end, but it will end even worse than it is now. And what does he have to lose? His hand touches his penis. And he only rubs his head slightly, as he ends up with a loud scream.

He falls on your breast with heavy breathing, closing his eyes. But he is immediately turned over on his back. He opens his eyes, seeing your expression. It gives him goosebumps. Is he afraid? Maybe.

- Bitch, I think you got something wrong. Who do you have to listen to, huh? - you squeeze his neck slightly, pressing him against the mattress.

-Y-you, M/n...

-So what the hell are you doing? Did I let you cum?

- No, you're not.

- Well, then I will have to not only punish you, but also teach you to obey, whore. - you hiss, squeezing his neck harder and starting thrusts.

He moans loudly, feeling the stimulation of his sweet spot. But apparently he won't come again, at least not until you think he's had enough.

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[shortpplfedup]

Only Friends Character Rankings Episode 9

A contemplative episode this week, as most of the characters stop struggling and start accepting some shit. But while some people come to correct conclusions (Ray and Mew break up, but can you call it a break up if you were never actually together?), others just decide to make the same mistakes and hope for different outcomes (Sand keeps trusting Ray instead of himself; Mew decides to give Top another chance). We're moving into the last act of the story now, and it's anybody's guess where we land up when the dust settles. Last week y'all judged Ray the most audacious by a mile. Lemme put my glasses on and see who I'm feeling this week.

🔺1. Nick (6)

Team Second Option!

Nick and Sand's loser friendship and their self-awareness of same is one of the most delightful parts of a truly delightful show. I can totally believe Nick suggested them hooking up, this is EXACTLY how these things go. Them dissolving into giggles over their kiss and cuddling each other to sleep was a beautiful friendship moment. Another beautiful moment was Nick's acceptance that he really had just fucked things up with Boston (we will ignore the fact that the boy just can't HELP spying on that man having sex with other people🤣), apologising in a heartfelt way and attempting to move on. I think Nick's heart might be the only one at ease at the end of this ep, so he wins the week.

⭐2. Boeing

My room is right here as well.

IT'S MOND IT'S MOND IT'S MOND MOND IS HERE AND HE LOOKS GOOD AS FUCK! It's time to find out what the hell this is all about, but whatever it is looks kinda fucked which YES.

🔺3. Sand (11)

We are just masochists.

The loser camping trip did a lot to make me feel less irritated with Sand this week. Sand has always been incredibly self-aware about how much him having feelings for Ray is a suck move, but having him state it all so baldly and call himself a masochist this episode did move the needle for me. Architect of his own misery? Yes, but knowing he lowhighkey ENJOYS the misery makes all the difference. You know what king, you do you. Swing wildly between euphoria and despair while you're young enough to find it exciting.

🔻4. Boston (2)

Gay, straight, pan, whatever the fuck you want to be. I just opened your eyes.

Oh sis, I saw you trying there, but the lack of impulse control as always will land you in trouble. He should have sent Atom packing after that party, but sad, lonely and pissed off are a bad combo, and one thing Boston consistently does is make poor decisions when he's feeling some typa way. He clearly served up a top tier dicking though, because Atom is in LOVE. Inconvenient at best. As I keep saying though: you can't keep a bad bitch down, and Boston's one of the baddest. This too shall pass.

🔺5. Ray (12)

I am thick-skinned. I don't care.

*deep negro spiritual sigh* How DARE you bust up the loser camping trip Raymond. I'll not forgive you for that one. Ray, rejected by Mew, demands Sand's company for an ego-boosting dopamine hit (including the sex that Mew denied him, natch), continuing to treat him like a servant and a possession. But this time Sand calls him on it, and that maybe means he thinks about it a little? TBD. I do think Ray WAS actually honest this episode about his feelings (hence the rise in rank), but he was still trying to get what he wanted out of Sand. He and Mew ended their ill-advised relationship as friends though, so that's a positive. Rehab seems to be on the menu next week so anything's possible. I still think these two are terrible for each other, but they're 21, I guess it's allowed.

🔺6. Top (7)

I just want you to know that the person you think loves you the most is not that good.

Watching Top work Mew's moms over all Mew's objections was gross, and I'm fortified anew in my feeling that this dude's vibes are just OFF. Top...circling Mew like this, working Cheum, working his moms, making the move to excise Ray but not actually pulling the trigger because he knows taking the high road will appeal to Mew...look this show has 3 more eps to prove me wrong but something ain't RIGHT with this 'un. Top's money, his good looks, his sweet words, that's all it seems anybody pays attention to, but something underneath...anyway, his strategy's working, right up until the moment Mew runs into Boeing on his fucking doorstep.

🔻7. Mew (3)

I just thought if I became someone else, I'd be stronger.

Well the slut spiral was fun while it lasted, but I guess the morning after a coke bender is generally unpleasant and Mew's a paper tiger not a real G. Mew's trying to keep up the party boy persona but he's not built for this shit, his heart's not in it and Ray trying to literally get in his pants crashed him back to reality. He's totally going back to Top, Boeing or no Boeing.

⭐8. Mew's moms

I saw you on Mew's Instagram. You look better in person.

Oof. Look they're cute and they obviously love Mew, but their son is clearly uncomfortable and unhappy with Top around and they're ignoring that. They may not know what happened, but the room ain't THAT hard to read.

🔻9. Atom (1)

Did I just get nailed and bailed?

Atom tried dick exactly once and it's got him outside Boston's house in the middle of the night begging for more of the same. My bunny boiler hopes have fizzled for both Nick and Sand, maybe Atom is the one I've been waiting for.

🔹10. Yo (10)

Good can't buy love.

Mae Yo with the read this week: 'good can't buy love'. I really want Mom and Cool Stepdad back together. GO GET YOUR MAN YO!

🔻11. Daddy Dan (4)

I'm not going to be your boss tonight. Call me Daddy Dan.

The cringe is through the roof. Well he might get to sniff it but a sniff's all he's gonna get before Nick's back in Boston's bed, and that's just a matter of time at this point.

🔻12. Cheum (8)

The evil spirit left you already, huh?

Will Cheum ever learn to mind the business that pays her? Her lack of interest in her brother's clear and obvious heartbreak is contrasted unfavourably with her overinvestment and overinvolvement in the Mew/Top saga. I also somehow feel like last week's self-interested moment of solidarity with Boston won't survive contact with her brother getting exactly what he asked for and breaking his own heart with it.

#only friends the series #bless this mess #only friends weekly character rankings #i support gay wrongs #only friends #only friends series #bl meta series

[mummybear]

My Brother's Best Friend - Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Words: 3523

Warnings: Swearing, Talk Of Mates And Marking, Dirty Talk, Stiles Loosing Control, Think That's All :)

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Reader/You/Sadie McCall, Theo Raken, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Talk Of James (OC), Alan Deaton

A/N: Sorry about the wait guys! I'm still really struggling with writers block and I've been really poorly lately which hasn't helped! Anyway< I really hope you enjoy this one! I'm also half way through writing the next one :)

Chapter 6 - Mystic Wolf

Stiles doesn’t speak another word to you, he doesn’t need to though, you can feel his anger pulsing through your bond. He quickly pulls you behind a tree and positions himself in front of you. It's strange, it's almost like the feelings you shared before have been amplified. You take a single step closer to him and wrap a hand around his wrist, trying to pull him back with you. You’re pretty sure you know that voice too and nothing good can come from an amped up werewolf Stiles going face to face with him again, not after the last time.

Stiles lets out a deep growl, one you can feel beneath your feet. Just as Theo steps out from the tree line and into view.

Theo whistles with a stupid grin on his face, “I heard that you’d had an upgrade Stilinski, but shit, even I didn’t see this coming.”

“What do you want, dipshit?” Stiles grits out from between his teeth. You move your hand so you can grab his wrist and intertwine your fingers, before plastering yourself to his back, hoping to stop him from doing anything stupid. Your heartbeat is rapid and nervous, you’re so worried about what might happen right now, and there isn’t a thing you can do to stop it.

“I was looking for Scott. I understand he had a run in with my Beta.”

You’re very confused by this version of Theo, what the hell was he trying to pull. He was like a completely different person. Calm and in control, but you’re certain the monster is lying just beneath the surface.

“Your Beta? What the hell are you talking about?” Stiles asks, irritation and impatience rolling from every word. You can feel his body shaking with tension against your own. 

Theo smirks and steps closer, “you’ve both met him. James? I understand that Sadie knows him very well.”

You can’t help your reaction, it's instantaneous, your breath catches in your throat and you tense, gripping Stiles tighter. Stiles gently squeezes your hand back trying to comfort you, but you feel his rage spike.

“Yeah, somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Keep your bitch in line and the fuck away from my mate. You two belong together. Whoever the hell trusted you to be Alpha needs their head testing. But that’s your problem to deal with, so if you and your godforsaken pack can get the hell out of Beacon hills that would be great.” Stiles’ voice is dripping with sarcasm coupled with annoyance. Even though you’re worried about your situation and how Stiles or Theo might react you can’t help but giggle a little, you’d missed Stiles’ sarcasm.  

“I made myself Alpha. Not that I expect a little runt like you to understand what real power is. We don’t plan on going anywhere. Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to speak to your Alpha.” Theo announces and as he turns to leave, Stiles lets out a warning growl, and you can’t help but whimper in response to it. To your surprise Theo turns around too, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

With a sigh he looks Stiles dead in the eyes, “yes?” 

“One more thing. Keep James the fuck away from Sadie. She’s off limits. Not only is she my mate, but she isn’t interested in his caveman act, or his shit attitude and bad breath. He doesn’t listen and I will stop him, that’s a promise.” Stiles tells him with such steadfast confidence, that you can’t help but blush. You know it shouldn’t excite you this way, but your base instincts seem to take over at your mate defending you, and a noise you didn’t know you could make comes from your mouth. You’re on your tiptoes before you can stop yourself, trying to nuzzle his neck. 

Stiles tries not to react but you feel him relax against you, and without even trying you’ve split his attention. Theo laughs, “Sure, I’ll tell him. But he won’t listen. He will come for her, so make sure you are ready to stop him. I’d say good luck, but I don’t care either way.”

Neither of you have a chance to reply, the second Theo starts to walk away Stiles snaps and picks you up and pins you against the closest tree.

“Such a little troublemaker, Minx. You already know that nobody else is allowed to hear those pretty little noises you make.” Stiles purrs, taking both of your wrists in one of his hands and pins it to the tree above you as he nuzzles your neck. 

You let out a cry of pleasure when his teeth scrape against your skin, you grip him tighter with your legs and roll your hips against him. Feeling his cock straining against his jeans, “you know what I want, Stiles,” you pant breathlessly.

“I’ve already told you, if I start, I won’t stop. As soon as I’m deep inside you, feeling your pussy dripping wet all around me, I won’t be able to stop myself from sinking my teeth into your neck and claiming you.” Even the spoken words seem to have an effect on both of you, your grip tightens on you as you shiver against him. 

He lets out a shaky sigh as he presses his lips to yours softly before pulling away, “this pull between us is getting harder to resist and I’m hanging on by a thread,” he whispers the last part dropping his head onto your chest, carefully releasing your arms. Your hands drop to his head and you softly run your fingers through his hair. He lifts his head and meets your eyes. 

“I swear, I really am doing this for you, I know that’s probably hard for you to believe, or even understand but…” you stop him pressing a finger to his lips.

“I know you are. I can see how hard this all is on you,” you can’t help but giggle at that statement hoping to lighten the mood, and luckily Stiles is unable to hold back his own smile as a blush stains his cheeks.

“Yeah, no kidding,” he laughs with a roll of his eyes.

“You’ve been so incredible, Stiles. I have no idea how you haven’t snapped yet. Frankly, I’d never blame you for that, I couldn’t. Even if I couldn’t feel it through our bond, I know all you want is what is best for me, to protect me.”

“Always,” Stiles smiles and lets out a breath. You unwrap your legs from his waist and he carefully helps you onto your feet.

“I shouldn’t have let that prick get away though, I need to text Scott.” 

“Tell him we’re going to see Deaton now if he needs us.” 

Stiles quickly does as you say, though it’s obvious he’s reluctant to even let go of you for a minute. 

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks, as worry pulses through the bond.

“I promise, Stiles. Nothing that he tells me will change my mind. I’ve wanted to be with you for as long as I can remember. A few obstacles or difficulties won’t change my mind, I’d have been there for you even if it was just as your friend. This just makes me more invested to make sure that you turning into a wolf hasn’t harmed you in any way.” 

“That means more than you know, especially given all this fucked up shit going on. Just don’t speak too soon, please. I can’t get my hopes up yet, it will kill me if you decide against us.” He sighs as his phone pings before you can reply, and he looks to find Scott has messaged back.

“Scott says they’re with Deaton at the clinic already. Are you ready for this?” he asks, holding out his hand for you, which you eagerly take hold of.

The entire walk to the clinic is quiet between the two of you, but it’s nice, oddly comforting. Not that you have any idea what the two of you might face, but this time together with no pressure at all makes a change. It feels like it’s been non stop pressure since Stiles first burst back into your life. You can’t quite work out how it’s been such a short time since then, less than a week ago you had been planning to move on from him for good because you couldn’t wait for him forever. Now here you both are, walking down the street hand in hand, wondering what on earth the next few hours will hold for you both. Whatever it does hold, you just hope that Stiles will be okay, because you would never tell him, but you terrified whatever type of werewolf he is might be dangerous for him. Though you’re not worried he’d ever hurt you.

Stiles gently squeezes your hand, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Hey minx, I can feel you thinking… literally. Talk to me,”

You huff out a laugh. “Sorry, I’m okay. I guess I’m just wondering what Deaton will say about us, about all of this. I’d just like to have a year where something massive and life changing doesn’t happen, I dunno. Ignore me,” you sigh, a slightly self-deprecating laugh leaving your mouth.

“Don’t do that, don’t downplay this shit. I get it. Everything with Scotty has taken years to settle down. Last year you lost your best friend in some shitty accident, then all of this with me. You have every right to feel the things you’re feeling. Just promise me, you won’t shut me out. I want to be there for you, like I said even if you decide against us going forward with our bond. I would never hold that against you, I’ll never stop being there for you. You’ll always be a part of me.” Every word he speaks settles around you like a comforting blanket, and you can’t stop the grin from breaking out on your face.

“Thank you,” you whisper, emotion clogging your throat as you blink away your tears. “I can’t believe you said all of that without any sarcasm attached. And to think I was considering moving on from my obsession with you a week before you came back.” You can’t help but laugh when he tugs you to a stop and steps in front of you with his hand over his chest.

“I should be offended by that,” he smirks, stepping closer and pulling you into his arms. “Guess I’ll just have to count myself lucky I came back in time to stop that momentary insanity huh?” 

You wrap your arms around his neck, his eyes glow purple as you lean in and softly press your lips to his. His hands settle on your hips when you pull back, “this bond packs a damn punch,” Stiles chuckles with a slight wince while resting his forehead against yours. It’s only then that you realise you’ve stopped outside the clinic. 

You swallow thickly feeling the way your body reaches for him, almost like your soul is reaching for his own. It’s actually painful when you both pull away from each other, so Stiles takes your hand once again. You walk backwards slowly in front of him, with a grin.

“You sure you don’t want to just go back home. We can finish this right now Stiles.” 

“Fire. Minx, you’re playing with fire,” he rasps, as a blush creeps up his neck and he adjusts himself in his pants and rubs at the back of his neck.

You both walk through the door and come face to face with your brother, who quickly pulls you into a big hug, you melt against him as you wrap your arms around him.

“I’m so glad you’re okay, Sadie.” He lets go of you and gives Stiles a quick hug too.

“Did you guys have any trouble on your way over here?” 

You look at Stiles who lets out a huff, “yes. We should talk after… well this.” 

Before Scott can reply, Deaton walks into the room.

“Ahh, Stiles, Sadie. Good to see you both. As we discussed Scott, I think it’s best if this conversation is between the three of us. We’ll call the rest of you back soon.”

With a nod of his head Scott and the rest of the pack leave the clinic. You, Deaton and Stiles gather around the examination table. Stiles reaches out and wraps his fingers around your own, and you let out a shaky breath, “It’s okay, me too,” Stiles assures you, a barely there smile on his lips.

“Are you both sure you want to talk about this now?” Deaton asks thoughtfully, looking between you both, you’re certain your nerves are written on both of your faces.

“Kind of need to, Doc. We’ve agreed, the sooner we know what we’re up against the better,” Stiles tells him for both of you, unconsciously edging closer to you. 

“I would have to agree. Have you both been doing okay? Adjusting? I realise it’s only been two days but you seem relatively calm, all things considered.”

It feels as though your skin is itchy and you know the only thing that will stop the itch, so you do what your body wants and tuck yourself under Stiles’ arm. Blushing when both men stop to look at you, “sorry,” you whisper a little embarrassed.

“No need to apologise, it’s perfectly normal. I’m honestly surprised you lasted that long, I have to confess I’m also impressed that we’re even still able to have this conversation before you’ve fully mated with one another.”

Stiles clears his throat, “so… where should we start, Doc?”

“Well, from the little we know about the wolf you seem to have, it is a very rare kind. It’s also not known why and how people gain this particular type of wolf. However, there are a few things I can tell you. One of the main things is that we have no idea how the Mystic Werewolf occurs, only that as I say it’s extremely rare. It’s also been told that the Mystic is one of the only wolves able to resist the true Alpha’s influence, and in fact your power could rival that of Scott’s power. We also know that Wolfsbane doesn’t have an effect on you, at least, not to the extent it does on every other wolf. Once the two of you are mated, if that's the path you choose, then you’ll be able to mind link with each other, but only with each other. There is also the distinct possibility that Sadie might gain some of your powers, once mated. Although, if you choose to become a wolf, Sadie, there is a high possibility that you’ll also become a Mystic wolf. No matter who is the Alpha of your pack, your mate will consider you her Alpha, Stiles.” Deaton pauses, watching you both carefully as you both try to digest everything you’ve heard.

Stiles swallows hard and you’re sure you heard it, “okay. My first question is… is Sadie safe with me? Am I dangerous? To her, to anyone else?” 

Deaton frowns a little in confusion, “Stiles, I can see what this means to you. But I assure you, you’re only as dangerous as any other werewolf. As much as Scott is to Allison, though from the amount of restraint you’ve shown I know that your bond to one another is incredibly strong. There are some whispers that the Mystic wolf can shift into a full wolf and control the transition so they don’t lose themselves to the animal. However, that was one rumour that I couldn't confirm. But if you want my opinion, Sadie is safest when she’s with you.” 

You feel Stiles sag with relief as you press close to him, almost like his scent is stronger now you’re inside again. The rumble that leaves his chest makes you whimper and his fingers grip you tighter, pulling you closer. 

“If I make her mine, mate her, will she turn or is that a separate thing?” Stiles asks, his voice almost a growl now, you can see his wolf in his purple eyes, feel him clawing to take you.

Deaton swallows looking between you both, clearly the tension in the room has gone up quite a lot in the past ten minutes, and Deaton can sense that Stiles is barely holding it together.

“No, it’s completely separate. Marking is something that must be done while you’re mating. Changing someone is completely separate.”

“Alpha, please,” you whimper, feeling the cramps in your stomach again, but these are so much worse than anything you’ve ever felt before. 

Stiles growls and pushes you up against the closest wall. You whine a little at the pain but that’s soon forgotten when you feel him press against you. His breath is hot and fast against your mouth. His hands are fists beside your head pressed into the wall. You arch towards him and lick your lips desperate to feel his skin against yours.

“Doc? Does mountain ash work on me?” Stiles snarls, as his fists slam through the wall by your head.

“As far as I know.” Deaton responds calmly. 

“Do it, please. Stop me. I can’t do this here. We’ve waited too long, I won’t take her here, not like this.” Stiles whispers, eyes never leaving yours even when Deaton leaves the room.

You keep your eyes locked on Stiles as you begin to tug at your coat. Feeling the sweat rolling down your neck, you're unbearably hot. Stiles licks his lips as his eyes fall to your breasts, still covered by your t-shirt.

“Fuck. You want it, don’t you, my little Minx.” 

You lean in close, your breathing ragged and push up on your tiptoes and press your lips to his ear. “Told you I’d still want you. My big bad Alpha,” you purr, wishing he’d move to grab you but he keeps his hands buried in the wall.

“Stop it, Sadie. I’ll hurt you right now and I don’t want that.” 

You hum out a pleased noise as you look up at him, “Make it hurt then, baby. I wanna know, when you take me and make me beg for it, where are you gonna put your mark?” Stiles only growls low and deep in response. You tip your head to the side and bite your lip as your fingers skim the side of your neck, “here?” you ask breathy and desperate, “or here?” you whisper once more, brushing your fingers over the top of your breasts. Tipping your head back you expose your throat to him, desperation clawing at you painfully. 

Stiles finally snaps and leans forward and you feel his entire body shudder as he licks up your throat and nips at your chin. He rips one of his hands from the wall and his hand gently smoothes over your breasts with a gentle squeeze, he uses a little more pressure his hand pushes over your collar bone and comes to settle around your throat. He buries his nose in the side of your neck and inhales deeply.

“All fucking mine, taste so fucking good.” Stiles groans deeply, you squeeze your eyes shut as you feel the last of his control snap. 

However, before he can make contact a cloud of dust envelopes the pair of you and Stiles is ripped away from you. You hear a massive commotion but you can’t react. All you can do is sink to the floor, unable to hold yourself up anymore on your weak legs. You are vaguely aware of the snarls and growls just across the room, but all you can do is whimper as you collapse to the floor. The world around you goes dark as you slip into unconsciousness.

Stiles POV

I stop fighting Scott to get back to his sister the second that I hear that whimper and I watch, helpless and terrified as my mate collapses to the floor. I whimper helplessly pushing at Scott much less aggressively, desperate need and terror clawing at me. I’m unable to take my eyes from Sadies still body as Allison drops down beside her to take her pulse. I can hear her heartbeat but I allow it, what the fuck have I done. I drop to my knees as I look at her laying there in a heap, helpless and all I can think is that this is all my fault. 

Scott gets down beside me as he rests a hand on my shoulder, he meets my eyes. 

“Don’t go there, Stiles. Not your fault. You’ve both waited way longer to mate than is usually even possible. I know why you did and I’m glad you got all of the information before doing anything, we’ll all get you both back home. You both need food and rest, then go from there.” 

I give him a stiff nod as I slowly make my way towards her and carefully pull her into my arms, holding her close to my chest. I will make this all right, I’ll make everything perfect for her.

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[atxxzist]

broken | c.s (08)

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"lotte world! oh, and, we can finally visit cheonggyecheon!" mingi preaches excitedly from the other line, adding onto the ongoing list of never-ending things to do for the summer.

"yeah yeah, that sounds fun," you mumble, voice coming off disinterested because you've been circulating the small space of your room for the last five minutes looking for the only hair tie you have left.

you swear you had put it next to the nightstand.

"are you like not excited? we're gonna be free bitches for an entire summer!" his tone filled with disbelief, a scoff that accompanies it after.

"no, no. i am. just--ah!" you find the last survivor of the collection of hair ties on the floor just right next to your bed, picking it up to twirl it around your finger.

"are you literally having this conversation with me mid-orgasm?"

"pfft!" you blow, standing up on your toes to grab the comb on the bed before walking to the mirror on yuna's side of the room that has really come in handy. "i was looking for a hair tie to do my hair."

"oh, and what for? on this weekend after the semester ended and you have no work for the entire summer, huh?" his irritating and nosy voice vibrates the sheet of your bed where your phone is also at, you having to roll your eyes at the remark.

"so i can come up to your room and beat the living shit out of you for always sticking your nose in my business."

"ooohh!" he sings with exaggerated fear. "is this your way of saying you're gonna get laid tonight? a little end of the semester celebration? has the city finally changed you?"

"no," you answer, snapping your hair into a half ponytail before walking over to pick up your phone. "i'm gonna visit the cafe like a peasant. now before you make me late, create a google doc or something and i'll add to the list when i have something."

"fine. but we're doing it in comic sans, color-coded!"

you roll your eyes, muttering a "whatever" before cutting the line.

you catch yourself in yuna's mirror again after turning, and you honestly don't know why you're all this dressed up either. you've been to the place plenty of times before and you've definitely been there with yeosang as well.

the amount of coincidences still following you allowed for a run-in with him just the day before, having told him with eager lips about the exam score you got, later with an anticipated gaze about how this is going to work.

you suppose the cafe being the place of choice isn't a surprise.

he gets there before you, his hand that raises slightly when he sees you enter. it's a smaller table located in the center, and you begin making way to it, your sneakers gliding against the flooring.

"hey," you both exchange as you take the seat across him, a short lapse of silence after that is broken by him.

"want to order something?" he asks, eyes boring into yours.

"sure." you nod.

after picking your drinks and food of choice, yeosang offering to go up to the register, the silence reenters when he takes his seat. your gaze that tries to avoid his and his that tries to stir away from keeping them trained on you too long. he thinks you look nice.

in the half ponytail, white crop top tucked under a pink cardigan and sneakers with socks. he don't think he's ever seen in a skirt before, but it suits you. and if that's makeup you have on, he's not sure he's able to tell. you look about the same.

"so..." he starts again.

you shyly look up at him, clearing your throat before replying with the same aloofness of "so..." a quick second of nothing before you two burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of the situation, your leg lightly brushing his under the table.

"sorry," he mumbles, a smile on his face.

"me too," you say, "just... still trying to get used to it."

still trying to get used to the new feeling when you're around him; one that's not so hostile but actually very welcoming and new--one you haven't gotten from anyone else but mingi and yunho.

he chuckles lightly and nod, the feeling being very much mutual after all.

"well, i'm glad you passed," he brings up, digging for anything to talk about and break the tension a little.

"yeah. it wasn't easy."

"but you did it. maybe you really do have it in you." his tone very lighthearted.

you brush it off with a scoff.

"not really. i just couldn't wait to be done with the damn semester so i'll never have to attend another session of that class."

he laughs a deep chuckle and you have to dismiss how smooth it sounds to ears; how comforting and familiar it's starting to become.

"geez, only first semester and you're already getting beat down? come on, you still have a semester and three more years."

"gosh, don't even remind me." you cross your arms and fall back onto the chair, yeosang releasing another laughter at the pure distaste in your voice at the topic.

"you don't look and sound like you enjoy the major very much. why not change it?"

something in you light up at that. change your major? you actually haven't thought of that, but the more the idea lingers, the more you question why you haven't thought of that.

it's a lesson learned that just because you're a little more techy than your friends since your parents practically neglected you (so you had to seek out any other source of entertainment), it doesn't mean you were destined to work in the field of technology or whatever. simply only having basic surface knowledge won't cut it.

it took a semester (maybe less) for you to come to terms with that. but better now than later.

"well, even if i change it, i wouldn't even know what to."

"you can always just take the core classes first and then decide after."

you hum out a low note and actually consider the possibility for a few seconds, until the person behind the counter calls yeosang's name and you're interrupted, watching as he stands to head to the front, you being slow to get up and follow behind him in case he needs help.

the entirety of you being here the past couple of months and you honestly didn't even know they served other smaller dishes like tteokbokki and even snacks you'd usually find at street food stalls.

but it's nice. just like this. you and yeosang sharing a drink and snack while carrying on small conversations that gets easier as the time pass. there's no pressure to please or entertain him, and he doesn't seem like he expects any. like he's doing all of this because he wants to, and you can't help but to let a small drop of tear prick your lower lash in hope he won't notice.

because you're not very used to anyone besides your friends, let alone a guy, who does something for you if not for his own benefit. you made that mistake not once, but twice.

not sure if you're even deserving of someone like yeosang who's been the victim of your lows and outbursts, but now the one to conjure up a rare, foreign feeling that brings out a small smile that settles on your lips.

yeosang sees the somewhat conflicted, hard-to-read expression on your face when he looks up from his food, asking in a quiet, concerned voice, "you okay?"

you chuckle lowly, a light clog in your throat and nod.

"i'm good."

~

"so, earlier, you mentioned possibly opting out of the current major but having no idea what you want to do after," yeosang is the first to speak as soon as you both leave the place, the orange tone painting the sky once again.

"yeah..." you reply.

"maybe think about other hobbies, or well... what do you like to do? what are you good at?"

you ponder the question; think back to your early teen years spent helping your aunt around the house, getting dragged into mingi's and yunho's shenanigans, play stupid pranks on one another and beat them at the occasional games when you paid mingi visits--and wow, what the fuck do you even like to do? what are you good at?

you don't even excel at anything specific, too, like yuna in art, or yeosang with computers. it's awful, the sinking realization that you are nothing special.

"i write? a little bit?" you answer, not the slightest confident in the answer. because who are you kidding. you're no hongjoong and you can barely even string a coherent sentence together.

you're not even consistent, unable to recall the last time you wrote in the journal, and it was started for all the wrong reasons.

yeosang nod, the both of your footsteps in sync.

"you can start there, then," he attempts, able to read the tone about just how unsure you are.

the air goes hushed and you fidget a little in spot before raising your voice again. "i don't know. i don't even think i'm good at it, and it's only been recent that i started writing. plus, it's not even like a story or whatever. i only write in a journal and honestly, i'm not even sure what the hell i've been writing."

he snickers, finding something so amusing about it. you shoot daggers at him.

"what?"

"you said you only started recently so of course you're not gonna be great. it takes time and efforts to perfect a craft. if you like it, there's no reason for you to not consider it at least."

he continues, "take the next semester or even year to think about it. i'm sure you'll figure something out."

you scoff, even pout. that still takes time, too--kang yeosang actually sounding reasonable and like he doesn't hate your guts.

"i think i like it better when you just insult me and go on your day."

he laughs and shakes his head, your gaze lingering on the curve of his lips longer than you should. you think he has a really nice pretty smile.

"but we're way past that point now, right?" his voice raising in pitch as to exaggerate the overall friendliness.

"right," you reply, same energy and all, until it hits you again. "oh!"

he seems taken aback by the high volume and snaps to you, curiosity in his reaction.

"that thing we agreed on," you say, a little too excited for your own good, yeosang's chest deflating with disappointment in return that puts a frown on your lips.

"oh come now, you weren't hoping i would forget?"

he shrugs and keep his gaze ahead, muttering back in such a nonchalant tone, "that might've been the idea."

you frown even more, whipping your head around and letting yeosang take the next couple of steps by himself before attention landing on the bench facing the street just a few feet away.

you're fast to jog up and swoop him away by the arm, using it to drag his entire body until it plops down onto the bench with you, his doe eyes staring back, and it's only until then that you realize you're still holding on.

"sorry," you mumble, releasing the captive arm as it slips down to hit the empty space between you two.

"you're good," he assures, and even that sounds awkward, too. a short silence that hangs before you clear your throat and revert the topic back, even daring to scoot yourself a little closer. since you guys are kind of friends now, right?

"what i was saying was... are you ready to tell me now?"

he turns the other way to scoff. "oh, you really want to know, huh?"

"well..." you trail off your tongue, letting the word roll around long enough till continuing on, "you kind of promised me."

"well..." he mimics the way you did it, "technically--"

"--oh," you cut in, your voice full of that playfulness that is strange in the presence of yeosang. "or are you a coward?"

"tsk!" he dismiss, trying to bite back a snicker that wants out because you're being a bit over-the-top right now... in a somewhat endearing way, that is. so eager to hear about his story that he kind of loosely pledged to tell only after you fulfill the 'deal'.

not that he ever doubted you would do well; he just didn't think you'd actually be so passionate about the entire bargain, it even being the first thing to be brought up when he ran into you outside the dorm building.

"me? coward? never," he brushes off, a smug but lighthearted act that brings a giggle from you.

"okay, then... tell me." you perk up, lips curled and eyes blinking his direction, way too thrilled for this.

his gaze drop to your lips for a second and he has to detach immediately, shaking the thought off.

"it's just... i don't know." he tries laughing it off. "you're going to think it's stupid."

you squint, tilting your head and frowning.

"why would it be stupid? i mean, i'm not sure what it's gonna be about, but i'll listen. whether you think it's stupid or not."

but judging from how he's acting, it looks like it might be something more personal than you initially thought; now starting to feel the tiniest bit of guilt for bothering him so much about it.

“maybe we can compromise with something else,” you offer an alternative but he rejects with a shake of his head.

"i'll tell you. just--you don't make fun of me or anything."

you chuckle. "i won't."

it goes quiet as yeosang prep himself up and try to muster how to start such a tragic tale. he thinks it's tragic, at least on his end. he's never shared it with anyone before; only those who were once close to him knew.

and for some reason, he feels an odd sense of trust in you. enough for you to be the first person that he's considered actually opening up to, regarding the topic.

"well," he starts, your full attention already on the first word. "i grew up in a small neighborhood; everyone knowing everyone kind of thing."

you nod, even humming quietly to let him know he's good to go on.

"so you know, like... there wasn't a lot of other kids my age and it was hard to make friends. but a girl, a year older than me... we became friends or something, you could say."

and if the way your eyes swell doesn't give away how immersed you already are, you don't know what will. because you hadn't expect kang yeosang's 'sob story' as he said it, would be about a girl.

"and this is going to be cliche as hell, but indeed i was in love with her. for the longest time."

he has removed his gaze from yours a long time ago, settling to watch the busy cars maneuvering through the streets instead. as if the retelling of this story is something to be embarrassed of. but you would beg to differ.

"i grew up with her, went through a ton of shit with her--meaning i also watched her fall in love with so many guys. maybe it wasn't love, i don't fucking know. we were young and stupid. but i sure hell did wanted to be one of them."

he takes a short breather before going on, "and it came true. i was one of them. well, or i thought i was. beginning of my junior year, she, for some reason, finally gave me a chance. oh... i was so happy... the day we became 'official'. i can't even recall any other time i was happier."

"and it's stupid because, thinking back, it was obvious she only did it out of pity. and maybe that's not a good enough reason to hate her; heck, i even started feeling bad for a moment just thinking back because i was such a fucking simp and probably annoyed the living hell out of her. but what i do hate her for, is for completely ghosting me."

"i could give less shit about the fact that i only found out she broke up with me through a mutual, or that only a month after, she started going out with a friend who'd always talk the maddest shit about her and why we shouldn't be together. no. it's the fact i never got any closure. paid her family a visit and was told she left for seoul literally the day before. no notice. no nothing. not even a 'fuck you, don't you ever come into my life again'. and maybe i don't deserve a closure, i wasn't much better by any means. but i sure can be bitter about it, and i guess here's me being bitter."

he finally turns to you, taking in your expression and feeling like he has to clarify some points.

"i didn't come to seoul in hope of sweeping her by her feet again or whatever. i just wanted to get away from the old city and kind of just... i don't know, try to find myself?"

you nod in acknowledgement. "no, i totally understand. i'm sorry to hear, though. but it really does sound like she had a big impact on you."

yeosang chuckles dryly in return; a smaller, somewhat sad smile gracing his lips after.

"i wish i could say you're wrong, and i wish i would mean it when i say i hate her. but like i said before, i can't recall any other time i was happier. in some ways, she made me a better person. it's complicated. i feel like i'm contradicting myself at this point."

your snicker directed at the last comment, assuring him with a shake of your head.

"you're good. but honestly, i never would've pegged you for someone romantic."

a scoff is what leaves him; you raising a brow in turn of what he's going to say.

"i'm not romantic. just realistic, i think. if i were to open my heart to someone, i'd want them to treasure it; to do the same back. which is why i am a lot more wary nowadays. i'd want to get to know that person really well first."

but you definitely still think he's a little bit of a romantic, he might not even realize it.

"because there's a different kind of pain that comes from loving someone who's out of your reach."

the amusement on you drops, the corners of your mouth falling downward at such a statement that if you mope about it long enough, you will see just how awfully relatable it is. but clasping it shut for a few seconds too long, all you say is, "fair enough."

"yeah... but anyways. that's my story. now it's your turn."

you glare at him through the pinched brows and wrinkles on your forehead.

"i don't remember that being apart of the deal."

"oh, forget the deal!" he waves off. "let's just talk. give me something tragic."

tragic? where would you even start with that? you think the entirety of your life has been a series of unfortunate, tragic events one after another; beginning with your parents, then your aunt and uncle, your ex-boyfriend, and now even a boy who managed to fool you with his charm and handsome look.

"my first and only boyfriend cheated on me."

yeosang is taken by surprise, his facial like a deer caught in headlight, whether at how fast you answered, or at what you just said. but you just figured, you might as well offer your own tale of a failed relationship, if that will make him feel any better.

"oh..." his delivery is muted, as if still trying to recover from shock, you have to laugh off the stone expression on his face; act like the revealed fact didn't bother you all that much.

you speak again, "i wasn't in love with him, though. i don't think i was. i only gave him a chance because he liked me and i felt compelled to say yes when he asked me out."

"so... you did it out of pity?"

it's like he got you there, your attention batting to the streets in shame. you're starting to sound like the girl in yeosang's story; who, maybe, went out with a boy not because she liked him, but for another reason.

except, in your story, he was the one who had hurt you. said in your face you deserved whatever happened, and though you didn't love him, it did hurt. it still hurts. because it was another person you couldn't get to stay; another proof that possibly, you're just not meant to be loved.

"you know..." instead of answering his previous question, you divert the subject, because at the same time, maybe you can comfort him as well with what you're about to say. "you reminded me of him a lot at first."

his features twist, not amused in the slightest, and you don't blame him. why wouldn't he be offended being compared to your cheating ex?

"he was very blunt and sarcastic," you add on, "if he didn't like me doing something, he was gonna let me know. and you were just... you didn't have any filter at all."

whether it's guilt or embarrassment on yeosang's face, you're not able to tell. but implying he's an asshole is not your intention.

"but the more i got to know you and spent time with you, i realized i was very wrong. you're nothing like him. not even in the slightest."

he goes from being puzzled to the smallest of light that starts reflecting in his eyes at the genuine compliment that leaves you.

"i questioned for the longest time how mingi and yunho could ever like you, but i'm starting to get it now, i think. it's because you're a great friend. you do so many things for yunho simply just because he's a friend."

you don't even notice a smile has crept to your lips, but yeosang catches it and return an even bigger one, his heart folding in a way that is so pure and innocent because of your gesture.

"well, thanks. i am feeling very flattered right now," he finally says, and your giggle echoes faintly.

"just being honest," you respond. "so that's my lesson learned: that it's hard to judge someone based on first encounter, impression, or anything of that matter."

because the boy who you thought would be the bane of your existence turned out to be a wonderful surprise. on the other hand, the one person you used to look at through a rose-coloured glass and with heart eyes, turned out to be just one of the many things on the list that keep you awake at night thinking to yourself why you're not enough.

san is sprawled on the couch, tired and ready to go to bed by the time there's a knock at his door, a bit dazed when he opens it to reveal a rather composed wooyoung with his hands buried inside the pockets of his jacket.

he wonders what his friend's doing here; at this time and in an outfit that doesn't look like it's for a regular event.

"here to use the bathroom," wooyoung clarifies, inviting himself in and not bothering to hear san's response considering the amount of times the boy himself used wooyoung's place to fulfill his own needs.

san doesn't say anything and only shut the door behind him, heading back to the position he was in before.

"we're going out tonight," wooyoung announces, stopping in front of the bathroom to turn to his friend; san snapping to him at the call. "an end of the semester nightout with a couple other people from campus. you thinking of coming along?"

"nah. think i'll sit this one out."

"alright," wooyoung mumble, disappearing into the other room.

san usually isn't one to reject an invitation like that, but just yesterday, the day before, and the days before that one, all he'd been doing is going to parties, getting drunk, and doing the one thing he came to those parties for.

it can start getting repetitive; even for someone like him.

"just to let you know, you're almost out of toilet papers."

wooyoung slams the door shut and begins making way to the front; san watching his movements carefully until wooyoung just stops midway, but he's already moving back to the tv screen at that point.

wooyoung debates for a moment whether he should tell san what he saw earlier. it's probably a bad idea knowing how his friend is and the extent he goes to when he has to have something, or when it doesn't go his way.

but realistically speaking, san's never gave a shit about any of the girls he messed or messes with. wooyoung picked that up through a lengthy history of constantly trying to rile him up by name dropping and mentioning any of the girls san saw and sees, in hope of one day finding a weak spot.

because san is a good friend... to wooyoung. but he's always had a problem with the way san views the world; love, relationship, women.

he also has a problem with the fact san never listens to him. everything in one ear and out the other. he didn't listen when wooyoung told him the girl he was fucking had a boyfriend and he was gonna get his ass beat (which he didn't, unfortunately, because san has a gift for getting out of trouble), so there's a very big chance he didn't listen either when wooyoung told him to leave you alone.

and really, above all, wooyoung is just petty. and because he is petty, he will take the opportunity to just annoy him, even if san doesn't give a shit.

"by the way, i saw y/n," he discloses nonchalantly, and the speed at which san twisted his neck to look at him would have wooyoung believing this is all a very vivid dream.

"where?" san asks, the tone very standard at first like it's just the littlest bit curious.

"near the cafe a couple blocks from the dorms. we passed it earlier. she was with someone. yeosang? i think that's his name."

the clockwork in san's mind starts as he tries to recall who this fucking yeosang guy is. name sounds familiar but nothing's clicking.

"the one we went out to dinner with last time," wooyoung adds, and that's when the light bulb goes off.

“sit down, sit down!” wooyoung hustles, pushing san down onto the seat, yeosang scooting to the wall to make space.

wooyoung plops himself down at the end, fidgeting in his spot.

“this is yeosang,” he starts; the two boys next to each other exchanging a small head bow.

"i think they might be a thing now. she looked really happy."

wooyoung's talking out of his ass, saying whatever just for the heck of it. you for sure looked happy, though. you conversed with yeosang with a smile on your face the entire time.

you guys being a 'thing' might be a bit over-the-top but it doesn't hurt anyone to exaggerate a little. san never cared so why would he now?

but wooyoung doesn't take notice of the way san's body tenses up and his grip on the arm of the couch gets tighter, wooyoung's mind completely elsewhere, focus on getting out now that he's done all he wanted to do.

"alright, well, i'm gonna head out now before i piss the other guys off."

and he's gone, leaving san to digest the new information as something churns in his stomach and his knuckles clenches. because now, it's starting to make sense.

the sudden silence from you and the unanswered message. you never even read his text from two days ago. it's all because you're too busy with yeosang.

he can still recall the small and subtle glances you guys would sometime exchange during dinner; the way your eyes would shoot to him, and he would try to cover the hidden laughter that wanted out because you did something endearing.

and san typically doesn't mull over the girls he hooks up with; who they slept with before or will sleep with after him. because most of them know what they're getting into. they don't expect anything from him after and he doesn't expect anything from them, either.

but over the course of seeing you, he's taken a rather big liking to you above any others. because out of all his conquests, you're the one who's always willing to go above and beyond for him.

you have feelings for him that are more than just simply fulfilling a need--you actually like him.

and in typical san fashion, because he's selfish, he uses that knowledge to hang over your head, knowing whatever he does, you're going to put up with it.

so how is he suppose to feel now, that you of all people is ignoring him, with someone else right by your doorstep ready to take his place.

well, it definitely doesn't feel good.

a fit of rage, jealousy, and possessiveness overtakes him completely, and before he knows it, he's up and with his car keys dangling around his finger. he has to talk to you.

even if he's on the verge of passing out right now and tired out of his mind. even if paying you a visit is quite possibly going to be the worst thing he can ever do to you.

"wait, so with that being established, could that mean you were being cautious around me because you were afraid of falling for me?" you tease yeosang through the elevator ride.

the chemistry has been so natural, the rest of the night spent in comfortable conversations that were full of sparks, and you have never felt so safe in the presence of anyone before.

he snickers. "oh would you let it go. i told you that like... an hour ago."

you return a giggle of your own, yeosang continuing on, "but i might've been a bit of an asshole to a couple other girls. maybe."

you roll your eyes playfully, at the same time stepping out of the elevator when the door open, about to make another remark when you catch a figure from the corner of your eye. standing in front of your room, head down and attention glued to his phone screen.

he finally looks up at the sound of the commotion, and you merely gasp in place when that familiar feeling of butterflies swoop your stomach at the sight of none other than san.

what the hell is he doing here? again.

you and yeosang are frozen in place, his questioning gaze lasering san's that stiffens upon seeing yeosang by your side, looking so in place and comfortable; that fit of rage, jealousy, and possessiveness making a comeback with even more vengeance.

silence consumes the thick air, you breaking it by shifting just enough so you're able to whisper to yeosang; thank him for making sure you arrive safely, and that he's good to return.

yeosang shoots san one last glance, the boy giving him all kinds of wrong signs, but it's also not his place to meddle. he nods and tells you a goodnight, shuffling his feet back into the elevator and you watch until the door closes on him.

now, it's just you and the person who has given you nothing but pain, showing up once again when you experience even an ounce of joy.

you walk to the door of your room with careful steps, stopping in front of him, everything about your body language is nervous and in defense mode, thinking that this is it.

this is where you cut off everything with him; the kisses, sex, months of being in each other's arms--this is where it will all end. you will tell him you no longer want anything to do with him because you can't agree to his conditions.

you're not made for a casual relationship without any budding feelings. it's just not who you are; therefore, you and him are not compatible.

"hey..." he's the one to start speaking, "i'm sorry i haven't been reaching out, i was--"

"--it's fine," you cut, not wanting to hear any more lies from him. the fact he doesn't even recall showing up drunk is enough to convince you there's no need to hear him out at all.

"oh," he simply says, and it's the most awkward silence after of you just standing there and he thinking of what else to say.

"i know you're probably upset, but--"

"--it's fine, san. i-i don't care anymore."

anymore. san thinks over the word more than he should, and the longer he lingers on it, the more he find himself hating everything about your tone and attitude.

but he's always been quite shameless, always testing the situation even if he feels a shitstorm coming.

"can i come in? for a little bit?"

come in. you know what that means, and how it will always end. you'll like to believe you're way past that now.

with a heavy sigh and striving a few steps forward, you pull out your key.

"i'm really tired." you unlock the frame, pushing it just slightly open. "i think it's best if you leave." your palms against it, slowly creeping yourself in; your voice unwelcoming because you're hoping he will get the hint and leave you the heck alone.

"and... i-i don't think we should see each other again after--"

your breath is whisked away, it all happening so fast. one second you were still in the hallway and the next, you're pushed into the room along with san shoving himself in, his grip around both your wrists and backing you into the wall.

"--all because of that fucking guy, right?" he taunts, a look on him so terrifying, you have never seen san angry like this before.

"what are you talking about?" you push him back by his chest, honestly amazed at the amount of sheer strength you hold when being cornered.

but that just might've been a mistake; he's able to catch his steps before stumbling completely and pins both his hands to the wall with a bang, trapping you inbetween his arms and hungry gaze.

you flinch a little.

"yeosang. the one that came with you. are you seeing him?"

your eyes squint--perplexed, only able to think, what about yeosang? and why of all times, now is when he's deciding to give a shit.

he's never cared about anything regarding you--what you do or who you hang out with--always leaving when he wants to, never bothering to call or text if not for his own benefits, and now he shows up (not drunk) after almost a month of silence to interrogate you against your will, shoving himself into your safe space like an intruder.

"and why does it matter whether i am or i'm not. you said it yourself, san... that we are just friends. i never even asked about any of the girls you see."

some of the rage on san's face dissipates, replaced by the conflict that runs through him--how and when you got this confident to even talk back when you were so tight-lipped the last time he saw you.

and it's true. you guys are just friends, and even friends doesn't sound right. it honestly is a very generous term actually, considering the extent of the relationship.

so yes, he doesn't have the rights to be concerned about who you're with or what you do with them. but again, he's selfish; maybe even rotten to the core. the thoughts of you ever being with someone else never proving to be a threat. not even jongho who really was just a nuisance.

but now, the threat is very much real, and he doesn't like it one bit.

he was the one who touched you first, claimed you first--so in terms, you belong to him. not yeosang or any other fucking guys. him.

and he's going to make sure you know that.

disregarding the veins practically popping on his forehead, you just want to establish a point at this rate, talking in your thin voice, "after this, i really do think it's best if we stop--"

his lips is on yours before you can finish the sentence. before you can make it known once and for all that you do not want to see him again after this.

despite his amazing sex drive and ability to make you cum, san isn't much of a tongue kisser. rarely, actually. but by how his tongue is moving against your protesting lips, you'd think this is his favorite thing in the world.

you're the one to break the kiss, pushing him back and trying to catch your breath after. it's when you see that familiar smirk on him that the fear creeps in to form a knot that travels down your throat.

"you were saying?" he cocks his head, so smug about the power he still has over you, so evident as it's displayed right in front of his face in all its glory.

but you haven't lost, yet. you still have the time to get rid of him and show that the effect he had on you is no more.

you clear your throat and straighten your posture, putting on an act of bravery.

"i said it's best if we stop seeing each other after this. our agreement or whatever it was, i don't want it anymore."

the smirk only widens, san honestly amused you still have some restraint.

"oh, really?"

an eyebrow is raised on him before you feel the cold sensation of his fingers crawling up one of your legs, slowly traveling to under your skirt.

you gulp.

"then stop me." he leans in to whisper, his breath felt on the tip of your skin, ghosting and sending a shiver down your spine--that sudden but recognizable itch in between your legs again begins coming into bloom--one that is truly going to be your downfall, you can already feel it.

"s-stop, san," you mutter with eyes glued on him. you don't even sound like you mean it; like you even want him to stop at all. and he knows; he knew.

that no matter how hard you fight, all he has to do is try just a little harder and you will fold.

he chuckles, whether at how cute you look or at your words, his hand stops in place and squeezes at your thigh, drawing closer and whispering in your ear using that deep tone that makes you shutter in excitement.

"do you really want me to?"

he pulls away after, face merely inches away and your gaze skips to his lips for a moment; lips that are on yours the next and comfortably taking you in this time because there's no more act or pretense that you don't want him.

because he still conjures up butterflies and still make you feel that something that is so unique only when in the proximity of him.

you still miss him when you know you shouldn't, and the taste of his lips still feels like home even though it's now only a forbidden flavor that serves as a reminder that in the end, you will be your own worst enemy.

your arms rest around his shoulders the way they usually do, replying back to the kiss and trying to meet his pace; at the same time, his fingers edging closer to the shorts under your skirt, stopping when he reaches the top, breaking away from the kiss to laser you a glare.

he scans your outfit swiftly before looking up again; something displeased already blossoming on his expression.

"did you wear this for yeosang?" the way he's able to flip flop emotions almost too scary, now currently showing the same frightening and much more menacing side once before that sparked fear in you.

you're about to answer but he cuts you off with a brief "fuck it." going back to resume the kiss that is a lot sloppier than the previous one, his lips moving against yours in frustration like he's trying to convey something.

you don't get a second to catch your breath when he abruptly swoops you from the behind--your arms still around his shoulders for support--and throws you down onto your bed, your back sinking into the sheet momentarily.

he situates himself and traps both your legs between his, and you think it's just going to be like any other times you both had sex.

he's probably going to eat you out or make you suck his cock, but san surprises you when he grabs your arm and flip you around just like that--your face right into the pillow.

the sound of his belt unbuckling is after, and you turn to look over your shoulder.

"san..." you call out, but he continues to leave you in astonishment when he hisses back instead.

"shut up."

he tosses the belt, and from the way it hits the wall on yuna's side before dropping to the floor means there was some force put into it.

"just... just shut up." and his cock is next, freeing itself from his pants.

it's when you feel the shorts underneath ripped from your skin, the cold air gushing right past it, that you release what sounds like a mixture of a gasp along with a moan.

he pushes your legs apart and scoots in, focus on the sight of your bare pussy that still needs some lubrication.

spitting on his fingers, you can only let your head fall onto the pillow as solace when he rubs over your entrance in preparation before inserting two digits in, a quiet groan escaping at the sensation you haven't felt in a while.

"look at you so fucking wet already, and you said you don't want to see me anymore." he chuckles a sinister, mocking laughter, bunching your skirt up to where he can see everything, gripping your hips firmly to line up with his hard-on.

"but truth is, you'll always come back for this cock."

the laughter intensifies and so does the knot in your stomach, barely able to get out, "d-do you have a cond--" before a curse leaves your mouth.

your eyes shut and you immediately grip at the sheet when he inserts his length in without any notice. without a fucking condom.

and san has never had sex without a condom before, but his jealousy has taken over completely, currently only focus on making sure you know you belong to him.

only he can fuck you like this and only he can feel your pussy as it hug around his length so nicely like it's made just for his cock.

his nails dig at your hips and you have to muffle the oncoming screams by burying your face into the pillow, san fucking you through the high at such an intense pace, you may never want to go back to slow and steady sex ever again.

"what were you doing with yeosang?" he asks through the grunts and lost breath.

lifting your head up to look over your shoulder again, you try forming an answer in hardship of the pleasure coursing your system.

"we were--oh fuck," you curse at that spot being hit so perfectly, "we were just hanging out."

he snaps into you a little harder at that, the hold you have on the sheet tightening.

"will you stop seeing him?" he asks again, his pace slowing down as he awaits your response.

"i-i don't know," you answer honestly, since you're actually starting to warm up to yeosang and he's nice to be around.

san's facial twists in red though you can't see it clearly because he's fucking you too good right now.

"i said," he almost growl, "will you stop seeing him?" picking up his speed again and nails digging even further into your flesh as he practically slams your cunt with the harsh thrusts.

"y-yes!" you give in, defeated instantly at the overwhelming sensation and pit that's starting to form. "i'll stop seeing him!" your face falling back into the pillow once more, the sheet in your grip, and only able to cry sounds of pleasure the rest of the session as he pounds into you over and over again.

you come hard and wet, unable to recall a time you ever came like this. san fucks you a few more time while you try catching your breath and pulls out.

there's no need for him to cum. he already accomplished exactly what he wanted.

"now that wasn't so hard, was it?" you feel the shift of his body weight as he stands on his knees again, and you're still panting with the side of your face stuck to the poor pillow.

it's when that high from what just happened is starting to die out and another feeling so familiar consisting of guilt and shame settles in again.

the commotion of san getting off the bed to go look for his belt competely ignored, you only staring into space at yuna's side of the room already imagining what mingi's and yunho's reactions will be like.

you have broken a promise. you went against your friends, and all for a boy who doesn't even like you.

a boy, who, will leave in the next few minutes; tell you he has somewhere to be, and will lie to you all over again the way he always does.

but before the end of the night, choi san surprises you just one more time.

he doesn't leave.

instead, he walks to where you're lying down and places a peck to your cheek that has you picking your head up to look at him.

he gives you that soft, handsome smile that shows those dimples you love dearly, and offers a hand.

"want to do something together?"

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#wrote her kinda fast or wuteva #ateez angst #ateez x reader #san x reader #yeosang x reader #choi san x reader #san angst #ateez series #fic: broken

[icryaboutit]

Common Sense!Yuu

SUMMARY: How CS!Yuu got into Twisted Wonderland..., Now they meet a creature in Ramshackle, they taught that it was normal, they blame Crowley for his incompetence, the appearance of a friendly "Dorm member", CS!Yuu is clueless but we love him, Pronouns rights bitches, I do not know how to write female characters... TAGS: CS!Yuu and their common sense, WORD COUNT: 586 words

"Hoo~! That was an experience..."

Yuu mumbled in exhaustion, a few moments ago, he was walking back home when he woke up in some sort of coffin, and the next thing he knew he was dubbed as a janitor out of all things.

"I thought I'd gotten used to weird shit happening in my life... But this... *Sigh*"

A tired sigh escaped his mouth as he plopped himself on the sofa. The fire-breathing cat Grim was already asleep in the only decent room. While Yuu is still having war flashbacks of the recent events that just transpired.

*Creak* *Clack*

Yuu heard the sound of the woods creaking from one of the nearby rooms and couldn't help but perk up.

"You guys..?"

Yuu called out, he thought that the ghosts may be playing another prank on them like they did before, and Yuu was not optimistic of having to face another pranking from the three ghosts.

"Crowley had already given me an official residence in this dorm, so ya' better not be trying to scare me away with those pranks of yours!"

Yuu exclaimed, yet he received no reply, as the continuous creaking of the wooden floors resounded in the dorm. So with a huff of irritation, Yuu had decided to talk to the ghosts himself.

Heading towards the source of the noise, Yuu was about to berate the ghosts before he stopped to look at the real perpetrator of the creaking noises.

A tall figure with four sets of horns stood near the barricaded windows, as its spiky tail swished side to side. Its skin was unlike that of the ghost's whiteness, but instead, it held a dark color of something...Yuu can't really discern from the shallow lighting.

"Oh~? A little mortal seemed to have stumbled upon my abode... How interesting~."

The creature's voice was rough as it was eerie, yet it seemed to have not fazed Yuu at all.

"Are you another resident of this dorm?"

Yuu asked in a polite tone, seeing that it was not the ghosts that were causing all the creaking noise.

"Yes...I suppose you can call me a resident along with the others~"

At the answer from the creature, Yuu couldn't help but sigh in frustration and disappointment.

"*Sigh* That crow bastard really isn't reliable is he? Forgetting to tell me that ghosts are living here then proceeds to forget to inform me of the other residents..."

Yuu mumbled to himself, unaware of the glint of amusement that danced within the eyes of the supposed dorm member.

"Well, the Headmage, Crowley, had always been so... hmm, how do I put this... Incompetent."

Yuu huffed in agreement, remembering the meeting from earlier.

"Yeah, can't believe someone like that is managing a school. I'm surprised it's still standing."

"Fufu~ I can't agree more~! How about I introduce you to the others, since your new here hmm?"

The dorm member suggested as they reached their hand towards Yuu, he only looked at the hand with exhaustion, yet Yuu also looked thankful at the dorm member.

"Yes, that would be nice."

Grabbing the dorm member's hand, Yuu remembered something that he had forgotten to ask.

"Oh right, can I ask for your name? I didn't get the chance to ask earlier."

The dorm member smiled at Yuu's politeness, before the dorm member opened their mouth, greeting Yuu with sharp pointed teeth.

"Duncan. My name is Duncan Orpheus."

Yuu beamed at this.

"My name is Yuu! Yuu Farrell! A pleasure to make your acquaintance Orpheus-san!"

Omake:

CS!Yuu: Right! What pronouns do you use Orpheus-san?

Duncan: Pronouns..?

CS!Yuu: Yes! Like... Are you a he/him??

Duncan: A yes, I am a... he/him... yes.

CS!Yuu: So I can call you Orpheus-kun right? I also go by he/him too!

#twst yuu #yuu au #disney twst #twst wonderland #CS!Yuu #The start of the adventures of CS!Yuu #CS!Yuu meeting a “Dorm member” #Well yes #Duncan is technically a dorm member... #We get pronouns right here😤😤

[oceansssblue]

[THE BAD BATCH]—COMFORTING THE STUDENT reader.

CROSSHAIR/F READER

WARNINGS: BARELY A MENTION OF STRESS 💔 AND SOME COMFORT 💖; THIS IS MAINLY SMUTT THOUGH 🔥 (STARTS WITH ANGRY ROUGH SEX W/ FACE SLAP&HAIR PULLING, TURNING TO SLOW PASSIONATE SEX; CROSSHAIR BEING A BIT OF A DICKHEAD AND PURPOSEDLY EDGING READER ON, W KINDA AFTERCARE). IN CONTRAST TO THE OTHER ONE-SHOTS IN THIS SERIES, READER IS FEMALE IN THIS ONE.

EVER BEEN STRESSED AS A STUDENT? WELL, JUST IMAGINE IF YOUR BB BOYFRIEND CAME TO THE RESCUE. THAT'S THIS.

"I can't fucking believe she did that!"

Your irritated voice echoes through your small apartment in the outskirts of Coruscant. Crosshair doesn't have to open his mouth to make his question; one eyebrow rising slowly and almost elegantly while he stares at you.

You waste no time in cursing the reason of your anger.

"Remember that teacher I told you about? The one that didn't even warn us when she skipped her own mandatory lesson for the THIRD time this month? Well, she just texted us and told us it has been posponed to next week, same time. I wasn't even going to be here next week, Crosshair! I was going to go on that little trip with my classmates and enjoy a relaxing well deserved rest! But now, instead of that, I'm going to have to stay in Coruscant and go to that fucking stupid irrelevant lesson just because that fucking irresponsible frog-head of a bitch decided she wasn't feeling like giving her lesson in the day that SHE had assigned! And I'm going to have to do her stupid little exam on top of that! Can you fucking believe that?"

Crosshair, like always, doesn't intervene. He watches you in silence while you curse all of your teachers and university, insults and complaints flying right and left. You're tired of them fucking up your plans –kinda ilegally, too– and not being able to do anything about it. You'd put a bullet through your incompetent teachers head right now with how angry you were. Well, okay, maybe not a bullet; but you'd definetely slap the shit out of her.

Crosshair has yet to say a word; watching you walk back and forth in your living room with a deep frown and disgusted expression perched in your face and an endless string of insults being muttered under your breath. It makes your blood boilt further for some reason. You know he clearly doesn't give a shit. Even if he's your boyfriend.

"Are you just gonna stay there and stare all day?" You snap at him, your feet finally anchoring you to the floor while your eyes burns his figure in the back of your mind.

Crosshair doesn't seem affected by your harsh comment or the furious expresion in your face.

"Mm" he hums, uncomitedly, a hint of a smirk tugging the corner of his upper lip up. "Might do. It's amusing seing you all riled up for once".

You huff, clenching your jaw. Your hissed reply is full of anger and heavy sarcasm.

"Oh, i'm so glad my suffering is entertaining to you, Crosshair" you mock, your words quickly abandoning all dark humour and slicing through his unbothered attitude. "You could try helping for once, you know".

His brow rises again, this time not in the form of a question, but in a sign of warning. His expression darkens; his eyes filling with controlled danger. His voice is carefully calm and neutral; covering the threat that lays within.

"Watch your tongue" he almost whispers, slowly walking towards you like a hunter towards his prey. "Your well justified stress and irritation doesn't give you license to lash out and tell me whatever you want".

You know he's right. It's true that you sometimes wished he'd be more expressive; but he has nothing to do with your anger. You already knew the limits to his personality and the way he expreses affection when you started dating him. You know how he is. You accept it. You know you're tettering the thin line with the sassyness and dry sarcasm you're throwing at him. And you still can't stop yourself. He's infuriating, standing there oh so tall right in front of you and looming over your figure like you're a tiny silly thing. Always with that strange calmness and the "dont fuck with me" look spread all across his body and face. You admire it most of the time. But today, somehow, in the state you are in, you just want to watch it crumble; tear it away.

"Or what?" You mock with a huff, your chin tilting defiantly towards him with the fire burning bright in your eyes. "You're just gonna... Stare at me harder?"

Crosshair has you shoved against the wall with your hands trapped behind your back in no time. This isn't his first time doing this; yet, it doesn't fail to surprise you. You haven't even seeing it comming; he's fast.

"Or I'm gonna have to show you some manners, cyare" he teases, voice deep and dangerous caressing your ear, slim but strong body carefully pushed against you to keep you pressed and trapped against the wall.

Your breath hitches, the small rush of adrenaline running through your body at his manhandling; but you're not a naive horny thing today. You're not ready to surrender –where as if it were any other day you'd gladly let your boyfriend use your body as he pleased–; and his way of controlling you only makes your frustration and anger burn brighter.

"I'm too tired for that kind of games today, Crosshair" you snap back, throwing him a murderous look over your shoulder to his stupidly amused face. "So you better let me go right now or no training is gonna be enough to save you from my claws".

A low chuckle is his first answer.

"Mm" he hums. His right hand grabs hold of your hair and he slowly but without hesitation pulls your head back. You're forced to comply with a hiss of pain at the tug on your scalp.

"You know your safe word if you need it, mesh'la. I'm going to have my way with you otherwise" he continues, his warm breath caressing the skin on the side of your neck and making you shiver, before he gently and sensually kisses it and whispers "Don't worry, kitten. You can fight back with your little claws all you want. You won't be able to hurt me. It just looks cute on you."

The condescending tone and his amused smirk stows your anger, and you waste no time in precisely swipping his face with those little claws he had made fun of just a second ago. He's too distracted to stop you in time; hadn't thought you'd react that fast. Your long nails make a quick slash across his left cheek; redness –although no blood– inmediately marking his tanned skin and making you proud.

Crosshair's stare turn murderous. He keeps his smirk, though, and it even widens; as if that was exactly the reaction he had wanted to bring out of you. Knowing him, the kinky bastard, it's probably true.

You don't see his slap comming either; the impact making your cheek turn and burn, and tearing a pained whimper out of your mouth before you can swallow it down.

"You piece of..." you mutter, and your fingers fly to grab his short grey hair and harshly pull down. He makes a pained sound in his own throat and his knees inmediatly bends a centimeter or two to soothe the tug. "Kneel down, you irritating shithead. Kneel down".

Crosshair fakes obedience before swipping your feet and bringing you to the floor, his body quickly climbing on top of yours. You groan with the clash against the hard floor, having barely enough time to stop the fall with your hands before you're being squished against the cold surface; your boyfriend waisting no time in pushing your shirt from your torso and your nipples hardens against the floor.

You whimper with the new sensation and try to throw him off, hips moving back in a hard movement to do so; his only pushing back down in retaliation. Crosshair is hard against your ass; and you can't contain the moan that the knowledge rips from your throat.

He chuckles again, slowly but purposedly dragging his clothed cock against your backside while holding tight to your hair again; lips travelling from your neck to your ear.

"You like that, don't you? Such a little cockslut..." he teases, warm mouth hovering over your skin. "You can't hold on to an argument without wanting me to fuck you against the floor... Make you mine..."

He tugs at your hair again, wanting you to arch your back for him. You hiss in irritation and make another swipe at him, catching him in enough surprise that he stumbles to the side, and you're on top of him in no time.

"You're not that good" you laugh, tightening your hand on his throat while you push your face closer to his, sitting down on his clothed erection and rubbing yourself slowly against him. "It's not me who's a sex addict that can only think about fucking his partner even when she's angry and ranting about her problems. It's you who is the little slut, isn't it, Crosshair?"

He moans and his hands fly to your hips. He doesn't make a move to throw you off him, for now; dark eyes swimming in pure pleasure while he watches you ride him over the clothes, breasts tempting him under a sorry excuse of a bra. He pushes his clothed cock up towards you once, twice, before he gets impatient and his fingers make their way towards it; unclasping and throwing it away before moaning again and sitting up, with you still pearched in his lap, to pull a nipple into his warm wet mouth.

You whimper in pleasure and your hand moves from his throat to his hair; once again tugging it, this time more carefully, nearly caressing it, in response to his teasing. He groans as he switches sides; grabbing and squeezing carefully the breast just abandoned while he ravishes the other one with his lips and tongue. You feel the fire between your legs burning brighter; your wetness making you slightly uncomfortable and embarassed. Fuck, maybe he's right. You're mad at him and still, it doesn't matter; you're desperate for him to fuck you. You're not going to beg, though.

Crosshair notices your little moment of weakness; and he quickly turns the tables, rolling over you and holding you against the floor again.

"You're partially right" he mumbles, lips kissing and biting every bit of your exposed skin, even your breast and nipple, making you whimper in pleasurable pain. "I can't think of other things when I'm with you. I always want to slide my cock deep inside of you, hear the little whimpery breathless sounds you make while I fill you up and warm you with my cum. Don't you want that, baby? Feel my cum dripping inside of you, stuffing you full of it?"

You moan and nod involuntarily before you're able to catch yourself. He laughs and smiles, a true, satisfied one this time; thumb travelling up to tease your lower lip with a caress.

"Yeah. Of course you wan't that, cyare" the condescendant tone is back in his voice, making you irritated and wet at the same time. "Sh, I'll give you what you want. Don't worry".

His hands drop to your pants; fingers deftly opening the lace at the front and pushing down. You quickly grab onto them, though; both of your stares clashing again with the same wild intensity. You're not going to beg.

Crosshair sighs and touches your forehead with his. He waits; reads your thoughts. He has been with you for a long time now.

"You don't like to let me win" he points out, stepping back enough to look into your eyes. "Specially when you're mad. But it doesn't have to be a win just for me. It can be a win for both of us. We both want this. Give up. I promiss I'll make you forget all your worries, mesh'la".

Your first instinct is to think it's a trap. With Crosshair, almost everything is always a game; even sex, sometimes. He get's a weird satisfaction in having the upper hand; you're alright with that, as it makes your encounters incredibly hot and exciting, and you always have your safeword in case you want to stop them. You have before, twice; and he hasn't treated you any differently. Same respect and concealed tenderness. Right now, though, his expression seems more real, opened and sincere; an understanding shining on his eyes. You hesitate, anger diminishing and turning off at the request to leave games aside, to let him take care of you without pretensions, now; the vulnerability making you uncomfortable and fidgety.

You look into Crosshair's eyes. He gives you time; neutral expression carefully in place. He's always fun and games, most of the times; but once his weird way of playing around is out of the way, only some times, a strangely real and raw Crosshair comes out. He lets you see that Crosshair for just a second or two before you slowly nod and accept his plan.

He gives you a tiny, almost imperceptible smile before he's urging you to to turn around and slowly presses your front against the floor again; helping you out of your pants slowly and carefully, this time. You know why he wants it this way; too many feelings for just one minute. He needs a break from it and he can't if he's looking straight into your eyes. You know that doesn't mean he will fuck you rough and hard, without consideration for your pleasure and well-being. It's just his way to give you what you want and keeping himself safe as well.

Crosshair pulls your panties down and off your legs. He stands up and get's completely naked too before kneeling down and over your thighs again. He gently squeezes your ass, lowering himself over you and slowly rutting his hard cock against it. You hum and push your hips back, trying to get more of him; there's precum smeared on your skin, now. You want him.

He pushes his cock over your ass four slow times before he uses his own hand in his erection for a minute while staring at your laying form in front of him. He bends over and kisses your shoulder; one hand finding its spot on your hip while the other slowly drags his cock up and down against your entrance.

"You want this?" He asks. It's not really a teasing tone; he's genuinly asking, even if he knows you'll say the safeword if you didn't.

It reflects one more his change of pace; the rawness, the vulnerability, and you nod with your cheeks set aflame. You tilt your head to the side and push yourself up on your elbows so you can look back at him. Just for a pair of seconds, he lets you; before Crosshair gently pushes you down again.

"You're ready, then?"

It's like he wants to hear you say it. But you've made up your mind about it; you won't beg. You can't send him the mesaje that he can drive you mad and then get everything he wants. You can't send him the mesaje that sharing his vulnerability always implies you surrendering to whatever he needs. It's stupid; but you're afraid of the power he has over you. Already too much; you need to reserve some to yourself too, some of yourself to you.

You glance back at him, and somehow, he understands.

"Okay" he whispers, kissing your shoulder again before linning himself up "Okay".

He pushes inside of you, and his hard cock drags deliciously against your inner walls. He's so big and thick; you can't help but give a little moan and tilt your hips up, giving him better access. He caresses your hip with his thumb til he's finally bottoming inside of you.

"Cross..." you whimper, clenching around him.

He sighs and his forehead presses against your back for a second or two.

"Got you, cyare" he answers, and then he's slowly pushing his dick in and out of you.

It stays like that for a handfull of minutes; no rush or need to go harder or faster, just enjoying the way his cock makes his way deep inside of you before retreating and starting again. It feels so good; you just get more wet and horny with the slow passionate way in which he fucks you. After that, he grabs your hips harder and picks up the pace; just as deep but faster, now, a little more roughness to the way he pounds in you. The sound of his pelvis smacking against yours echoes in the room. Your wettness can be heard, too. You moan and he tugs your hair back, carefully this time, and kisses and bites the side of your neck without stopping the force of his thrusts. You love him.

"Cross..." you moan his name again, needing to have more contact with him, somehow.

He groans and tugs your hips up, repositioning over your body so he can pound into you even deeper than before. You see stars.

"I know" he mumbles, a little moan escaping his lips too at the way you clench around him. "You love it when I'm inside of you, don't you, cyare? Feels so good, your little pussy tightening around my dick. It's like you want to choke it."

You squeeze around him as an answer, your orgasm making its ascend slowly but without stopping, trying to reach its climax.

"Want you, always want you" you mumble, lost in pleasure, and Crosshair groans and fucks you harder.

"Just like i do, cyare. So fucking pretty even when you're mad, so much fire in those eyes. It's what I love about you" he pants and slows down, keeping his thrusts deep while his hand sneaks around your hips to find your clit aching for his touch. "That you can stand up to me and aren't afraid to fight me back. So fucking hot. And your body. It's just. All. Mine."

You whimper and close your eyes shut. It feels so good, his body all over yours, his cock thrusting deep inside of you, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit. You're so wet, you're so close, you wanna cum for him and make yourself tight for him so he can cum in you and...

"I'm.... I..." you stutter, moans getting lost and higher, and he groans and pants behind you.

"Let go, mesh'la. Cum for me and I promiss I'll fill you up with my warm cum until you're full of it. I know you always love having a reminder of me inside of you. I'll stuff you full of it whenever you want. Cum, I'll follow right behind. Wanna feel you squeeze me one last time."

It's impossible not to let go. Your orgasm peaks and explodes in a million of pleasurable sparks that fly through every one of your veins and nerves. You whimper his name and clench around him; Crosshair letting out a loud groan while he thrusts in you one, two, three more times until he's pushing his load inside of you. You feel it dripping on you, warm and his. Crosshair squeezes your hips with his hands before his whole body finally relaxes. He drops his forehead on your shoulder and sighs in relief and satisfaction; letting his weight fall on top of you while he gets his breathing under control again and molding his front to your back. He sighs in contempt and covers you like a human blanket; lips lazily kissing your skin once while still being inside of you. You relax too and enjoy his warmth and closeness.

After a quick shower you're both laying in bed. Instead of cuddling, you lay side by side on top of the covers. Crosshair doesn't like too much contact after you both finish having sex, once his cock has slipped outside of you. He knows you do, though, need it, even; so he makes an effort and at least accepts holding hands while you both lay down and stare at the cealing, ocasionally offering tiny caresses to your forearm. He usually never talks for the first ten minutes or so, either; like he's still processing everything and needs to sort his emotions out. He does though, this time. Just a tiny, quiet thing. He's real and raw, still.

"You know you're gonna do good in your exam, right?"

You sigh and softly smile. You know he cares; even if he has trouble showing it sometimes. You love him so much it hurts.

"I know I probably will. And if not, fuck it, and fuck that bitch" you answer, glancing at him and gently squeezing his hand, smiling. "I'm glad you helped me relax, though. This was fun".

Crosshair chuckles and squeezes your hand back.

"Yeah. It was".

THE END.

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[willalove75]

love your Rebecca welton fics so much😭, is it okay if you can write something angsty (if thats okay with you) i am just obsessed with your writing 🥺🫶🏻

STOPPPP my heart is gonna explode thank you SO MUCH😭🥺

When I tell you I literally didn't think for a second anyone was gonna like/read anything I wrote and every time I get a comment like this I like, want to cry the happiest tears that ever existed😂

But yes absolutely!! Angsty stories are so fun to write!

As you're walking through the halls of AFC Richmond, you have your head down as you jot down notes into your planner from the meeting you just came from. You notice a pair of sleek, black dress shoes stop in front of you. You pause and look up from your planner to see Rupert, Rebecca's ex-husband standing in front of you.

"Well hello there." He says with a smirk.

"Good afternoon Mr. Mannion."

"Someone's a busy bee today." He says glancing down at your book.

You close your planner and look up at him.

"Yes, I just got out a meeting actually." You say as he looks at you. "So, what brings you to Richmond day Mr. Mannion?" You try your hardest to be polite to him, even though it's almost impossible sometimes.

"Please, call me Rupert." He says with a smile. If you didn't know him, you'd think he was Prince Charming. "And I just dropped by to pay my ex-wife a visit."

A worry comes over you, Rupert never comes around for fun. You've become better friends with Rebecca since you started working here and you know his history of being a piece of shit. You look over towards the stairs leading to her office, hoping she's okay.

Rupert senses your concern and a smirk comes across his face. It's beyond aggravating how much joy he gets from hurting her.

"Yes, my dear Rebecca, she broke my heart when she left me."

"I am sure she did." You say, a little irritated.

"And I'm so sorry, but what was your name again?"

"Y/n."

"Right, of course. Y/n, such a beautiful name." You see his eyes sparkle, kicking his charm into high gear. He reaches his hand out towards you. "It's so lovely to meet you again, y/n."

You reach out to shake his hand and he gently takes it and kisses the back of your hand.

You awkwardly smile at him and reply. "Yes, it was great seeing you again as well, Mr. Mannion."

"Please," he says, holding his hands over his heart. "Call me Rupert."

"It was great seeing you again Rupert."

His phone begins to ring and he pulls it out of his pocket and chuckles when he reads the caller id.

"I'm so sorry to cut our reunion short but I have to take this. I hope you can forgive me." He says sounding disappointed.

"I'll let it slide this time." You say, still trying really hard not to be a bitch to him.

"Lovely to see you y/n."

"You too Mr.-" You see his eyes darken as you go to say "Mr. Mannion" and you stop yourself. "Rupert." You correct yourself.

His eyes sparkle at you while he answers his phone and gives you a wave. You both begin to walk away and you head towards the stairs to Rebecca's office.

"Ugh, I fucking hate him." You think to yourself as you wipe the back of your hand on your dress.

You climb the stairs and head to Rebecca's office. When you reach the door you notice it's slightly cracked open. You peek in and see Rebecca standing with her back to the door, her one arm crossed over her waist, resting her chin in her other hand, looking out of the window onto the pitch.

You gently knock as you open the door.

"Rebecca?"

She turns her head just enough to see you out of the corner of her eye, keeping her back to the door.

"Oh, y/n," she turns her head back to the window and tries to wipe away tears without you noticing. "How was the meeting?"

"It was fine," you say as you walk in and close the door behind you.

"Is there something you need?" She asks with a shaking voice.

"No, I just wanted to see if you were okay."

She turns her head again to get a glimpse of you.

"I saw Rupert in the hall and he mentioned he stopped by to pay you a visit." You take a few steps towards her.

"Yes, it's always a lovely day when he comes to visit." She says looking back out of the window. You hear her sniffle while she discreetly wipes more tears away.

You walk up next to her and look out the window in silence. You see the team practicing on the pitch below. You hear whistles being blown, the boys yelling and the occasional punt of the football.

"They look good out there." You say, trying to make small talk.

"Yeah," Rebecca says with a sniffle. "Lets hope they look this good at the match this weekend."

You glance over at her and see her tear stained cheeks. She notices you look at her and diverts her eyes away from yours. You look back out the window.

"He's a piece of shit." You say, referring to Rupert.

You see Rebecca shake her head and you turn towards her. You see more tears streaming down her face as she struggles to keep them back. Her glossy eyes filled with heartache and insecurity while she purses her lips to stop them from quivering. You reach your hand out and gently place it on her arm, stroking the sleeve of her blazer with your thumb.

"Hey," you say gently. She shifts her eyes towards you and catches your gaze. "You're okay."

Her face contorts, as though she's struggling not to cry and shakes her head. She covers her face with her hands and gently breaks down. Without a second thought you wrap your arms around her and pull her into you. She leans into your shoulder, her hands still covering her face, and begins to cry more. You place one hand behind her head and gently rub small circles on her back with the other.

"It's okay," you whisper to her. "You're gonna be okay."

You can feel her heartbreak as she cries into you. You've never hated Rupert more in your life than you do in this very moment. You've come to deeply care for Rebecca since you started working at Richmond. She was intimidating at first, but as you got to know her, some of her walls began to fall away. You admired her for her strength, her willingness to always work hard. Her smile always brightening up every room she enters, you loved the way her green eyes sparkled when she talked about her passions or got excited about something. Every time you heard her laugh you couldn't help but be filled with joy, everything about her was beautiful.

She was always the strongest person in the room. One visit from Rupert reduced her down to a puddle and you wanted to kill him for it. Especially because you know how much he genuinely enjoyed doing it to her.

Rebecca lifts her head and steps out of your arms.

"I'm sorry," she says as she wipes her tears away. She seems flustered, maybe even a little embarrassed that you saw her in that state.

"Hey," You take a step towards her and look into her eyes. "It's okay."

"No, you shouldn't have to do this," she goes to turn away and you stop her.

"I'm not doing this because I feel like I have to," you put your hands on her shoulders and look into her eyes. "I'm doing this because I want to. As soon as I saw him in the hallway I wanted to come check on you. Not because you're my boss, or because I feel like I had to. I wanted to make sure you were okay," you pause for a second. "because I care about you."

Rebecca says nothing but continues to look into your eyes. She seems surprised when you tell her you care about her. As if she thought no one in the world did.

She begins to cry a little and you guide her to the couch and sit. You wrap her arms around her and she wraps her arms around you.

"I fucking hate him. I hate that he does this to you on purpose. That he thinks it's so entertaining to do this to you." You tell her. "I hate that he does this to you."

Rebecca pulls away and hangs her head. You hands fall from the back of her shoulders to her leg. She wipes away more tears and you tuck a piece of hair hanging in her face behind her ear. You fingers linger there for an extra second before you pull away.

"He can be so cruel," she says looking down at her hands. "But no matter what he does, I still love him." She slowly looks up at you with total heartbreak in her eyes.

"I know." You say quietly.

"You must think I'm absolutely pathetic." She says as she looks away from you.

You grab her hand and look into her eyes.

"I do not. Never for a second did I think that. You're the strongest, most amazing woman I've ever met." Her eyes widen as she listens to you speak, tears building at her waterlines. "Every person goes through shit, no one is immune to it. It's part of the human experience. But that doesn't mean you're not a fucking incredible woman. Because you are." She looks away and shakes her head in disagreement. You put your finger under her chin and guide her face back to yours and look into her eyes. "Rebecca, you are amazing. In spite of all of this shit, you are amazing."

She shakes her head again as tears fall down her cheeks.

"No I'm not," you go to object but she continues to speak. "I did everything that man told me to do, for years. I stopped talking to my family, I didn't see my best friend or my goddaughter for six years. I thought his cruel comments were just honesty and I thought it was noble, I admired him for it. I never loved anymore more than I loved him. I tried desperately to be the perfect wife for him. And he told me if I ever left, I would be alone. And now I am." She looks down and cries more, you hold her hand to comfort her, she picks her head up as you look at her. "And now he's having another baby, he always said he didn't-" she looks away for a moment and closes her eyes. "I always wanted a family. I loved him so much I was willing to give up everything for him. And now, I'm all alone. Just like he said I would be."

You look at her eyes as she looks away, her spirit completely broken. You pull her into a hug wrapping your arms around her.

"You're not alone." You whisper into her ear as she leans into you. "You have the team, you have everyone here, and you have me." You place your hand on the back of her head and gently hold onto her. "You're not alone Rebecca."

You feel her relax a little in your arms and she holds you tighter. You sit there in each others arms for a minute, hoping she feels the love you're trying to pour into her. She pulls back a little, your faces just a few inches apart, your hand still on the back of her head. She looks into your eyes, the heartbreak you saw in them earlier fading.

"You're not alone." You say, looking into her eyes.

She gently bites her bottom lip, pulls her eyebrows together and closes the space between the two of you as her lips meet yours. You welcome her lips onto yours as you pull her in while your heart begins to beat faster with excitement and nervousness. She glides her hand up your neck, resting her thumb on your cheek. Your lips part enough for her tongue to slide between them and caress your tongue. Her bottom lip sitting between yours, you gently suck on it. Your tongues delicately meet once more and your lips part. Rebecca places her thumb on your bottom lip and gently pulls down as you rest your head against hers. You feel her warm breath on your face, her thumb resting on your lip, her soft hair between your fingers, you're afraid to open your eyes, worried as soon as you do you'll wake up from a marvelous dream.

Rebecca pulls away, you gain the courage to open your eyes and see her face in front of yours. Relief washes over you, you see worry in her eyes as they scan your face for your reaction. You smile as you slide your hand from the back of her head to her cheek and caress it with your thumb. The worry from her eyes washes away, and she returns the smile. Your hands drop from each others faces and meet in your lap. Your interlock your fingers with hers and look back up at her.

"I really do care about you." You say with love in your eyes.

"I really care about you too." She says, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and resting her hand on your cheek.

You lean into her warm hand, close your eyes and inhale. Your eyes meet hers when you open them. You don't think you've ever seen her eyes look so green and filled with love. You look back at her with love in your eyes, both of you smiling, both of your hearts full of love and happiness.

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