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freshmanyearhistoryteacher · 3 years

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this is a genuine request, sweetheart

im looking for a female teacher and a male student

but he!! he dominates her!! shes a little innocent ykneo?

i'd adore some corruption darling. you know how a man has his needs these days. using her could be a little lovely too.

thankyou for your time! you know what teacher this is about ;)

Word count: 3, 087

Warning, contains:

- pretty heavy cnc

- teasing

- multi-O

“I told you to stop, we are trying to practice! For the last fucking time,” the teacher at the front of the class shouted at him, everyone else falling silent in the room. Even then, after the multiple times she had stopped to tell him off the humiliation of being yelled at, he stayed smug. Grinning openly in her face as she went red with anger. Normally, he was a good student. Never got in trouble, never caused disruption or chaos. But today, something in him had broken open. The sight of her in the shortest skirt she owned, tight black shirt that hugged her chest, and thin tights had sent him wild. Now, 50 minutes through the class, he still had his eyes glued to her, the exposed bit of thigh and small amount of cleavage shown in her outfit.

“You aren’t even listening are you? Fine, then detention. Next period. I don’t care what you have. My office, now,” she yelled, but her voice was unsteady and something in her eye told him she didn’t enjoy having to scream. He got up anyway, taking his time to pack up his things and striding out the door. Inside, she composed herself, smoothing her skirt before telling the rest of the class to pack up and leave early. She had had enough for today.

Strutting out the door, heels hitting the floor in quick even patterns. She arrived at her office door, already swung open and overtaken by the boy from class. His bag was thrown to the side, still open with pages spilling. His instrument case thrown over her desk without care for what it rested on, including a now stone cold half cup of coffee an inch away from felling to the floor. He was leant back on her chair, feet up and harms behind his head. His mind, wondered to how he could touch her. If she would let him or if she would make him force her. How much she would resist. How good it would feel to cum inside of her when she was crawling awa-

“What do you think you are doing?” She spoke with no conviction or dominance, the shake coming back to her tone.

“Waiting in your office for you,” he stated simply, as if she was crazy for questioning him, dragging out “miss” at the end of his sentence. She flushed again in a way that turned her cheeks a light pink as she coughed on his tone. “That’s what you wanted me to do, it’s it? Or, was there something more,” he shifted forward to plant his feet on the ground and rest his elbows on his knees, “you wanted from me, miss” he drew out the words again. Ego dripped from his every work, action, thought, while she shuffled awkwardly forward to close the door as if afraid other teachers would watch her be mocked by a student.

“You can’t talk to me like that,” she began but his smile grew. “I’m your teacher that’s not-” he stood up, stalking towards her until she was pushed back against the same door she just closed. His hand reaching around her side to flip the lock with an audible click, the lights above them yellow in tone, slightly flickering as students in rooms either side fiddled with amps and cords. He towered over her, the top of her head coming to rest at the top of his lips, kneeling she would be- his cock began to harden from the thought.

“I,” he said in a low tone, “can talk to you however i want.” She opened her mouth to argue with him but he snaked a hand up her back, weaving his fingers through the roots of her hair and harshly pulling. Her head tilted back to expose her neck while her eyes finally met his.

She shook her head, hand coming up to push his chest in a futile attempt to get him off her. He stayed put, pulling slightly harder before biting the side of her neck, sucking and kissing over the red mark which grew from the attention. Branding her publicly as his own. A small cry escaped her lips in protest, turning her head away but only allowing him more room. Her mind screamed for her to get away, break free, run, and she wanted to. But his other hand held her waist so tenderly and the kisses pampered across her skin after each painful bite made her stomach flutter. She didn’t want it, but some sick part of her loved it.

Eventually, deeming the number of bright red marks fit, he stepped back and gestured to the seat, taking a place on the desk. Waiting for her to sit but seemingly confident she wouldn’t run. And she didn’t. She sat, now aware of how short her skirt was and how deep the V neck of hre shirt went.

“Was I bad, sweetheart? Did you want to tell me off?” he mocked her, faking a pout before taking his finger and lifting her chin. “Will you punish me baby?”

She pulled her head away, turning it to the side to escape his gaze and touch, her face again flushing, this time a deeper shade.

“I can,” she said, then suddenly remembered she was above him, coming out with more certainty, “I will. You have detention for the rest of the week. Form, break, and 20 minutes after school. I don’t care when you bus comes You will be here with m-” He chuckled at her.

“You think that punishes me sweetheart? I can’t wait to spend time with you, alone, in this room. Think of all then,” he paused, “fun, we will have.” Her eyes grew wide as if realising he planned to take this further, standing to make her exit before it was too late but he only pointed to the seat and her will folded. It was wrong. He couldn’t do this to her. She didn’t want it, did she?

Again, he got up to lean over her, bending down and slowly pressing there lips together. His warm and minty, taste of gum previously chewed evident on his breath. Her lips a sweet lip gloss coated mark on his. She turned her head but he stilled her with one hand, placing the other behind her on the chair to hold her in place and make escape possible. On all sides she was trapped, her breath quickening and pulse speeding, but lips involuntarily responding to the kiss. Her air soon running out from her muffled complaints and protests, his mouth only moving when her head began to panic. Gasping for air and freedom. Inside, her nerves grew, but so did a knot in her stomach that told her any underwear she had worn today was destroyed without him even venturing down there.

She again attempted to stand, making it half off her seat before he shoved her back down and reconnected their mouths, this time with more passion and speed. Exploring her mouth with his tongue, forcing them apart with a rough hand squeezing her cheeks. She whimpered in resistance, but it seemed to fuel his kisses, moving them from her mouth to neck. Repeating the surely red bruising on the other side, completely claiming her as his against her will, mostly. He trailed down further, kissing and sucking slightly softer on her collar bones, leaving marks down the V neck of her sweater before revealing a small pocket knife and cutting the fabric down the front, letting it fall to reveal her tightly fit back bra. He took only a moment to marvel at the sight, kissing the top of each breast before cutting the fabric from her. Carefully avoiding any skin and kissing the angry marks that trailed her skin one more time before gently massaging each nipple with his mouth, sucking and kissing, occasionally biting. Everything making her head scream in every direction. Yes, she was terrified at the sudden presence of a knife but at the same time, the care he now took with her skin sent sparks through her core.

His own mind amazed by the new access to skin, extremely turned on by the sight of her. Except, her hand was planted on his chest to push away and her other was reaching for anything to help her escape. Without thought, he stripped her of the shredded shirt, pulling her gently to the floor as he kneeled over her, tying her hands behind her back to stop the thrashing. Securing her ankles with an spare piece of ribbon from her desk. Now, fully defenseless to his actions. Though, from the flush on her cheeks and look in her eye, something told him she wasn’t entirely upset by it. Good, he thought, she deserves to be ruined, needs to be treated like the little slut she is. Wearing skirts like this and expecting boys hyped on hormones to sit quietly through her class.

“You have been teasing me for too long now baby, look what you do to me,” he rubbed his hardened cock over her thigh, undoing the zipper on his pants to allow it more room. Stroking it through the fabric over the sight over her. Hair a mess, tied up, vulnerable in front of him. Her beasts and stomach on full display for him. Soon, he was removing the hold of his underwear and allowing his cock to spring free.

She whined again, not entirely sure if it was for release from her hold or release from her growingly damp underwear. Wanting both his touch and to never see him alone again. He stroked himself slowly, spitting in his hand and using it as lube to get himself off over her body. Tracing every inch of her with his eyes, pure need overcoming his egotistical expression.

“This is all for you,” stroking faster he continued, “this is what you do to me. Each day in those tiny skirts, the dresses. The thin tights and innocent looks.” He growled out each word, putting an arm beside her head to lean over her. Still stroking himself. His breath ragged and broken, growls, groans, and moans spilling out. Praises over her willingness to give in, degrading over her outfits. Her own need growing but a fear of what he would do as soon as he came.

His eyes closed and head fell forward, movements becoming faster and faster until he stilled entirely and flashed a wide smile at her.

“Want to know what it feels like sweetheart? To be fucked?” But it wasn’t a question. He was already between her thighs, knife out and splitting the thin material from her core, leaving her legs from the mid thigh down covered and intact. Then, her underwear was slit down the centre, leaving again, only her core to be exposed by a gaping hole.

Gently, he pushed her legs up and against her stomach, leaving her exposed for him. Leaving one arm across her legs to station them while the other hand gently traced the folds of her pussy. Feeling the already present wetness before diving deeper. Eventually wondering up to her clit, tracing two slow circles over it before dipping back down and exploring her excitement. Still, she thrashed to get away, accidentally grinding herself over his hands and letting out a shocked gasp from the faster contact. There was nothing she could do, except lay there, allow him to explore her in every way possible, pray he didn’t cum in her and, pray she got to cum. She was dripping, wetness making its way down her thighs and soaking the surrounding split of fabric he left.

“Please,” she begged without knowing what for. So he dipped one finger into her, sliding only to the first knuckle before moving back to the clit. Repeating this movement, each time diving deeper into her until his finger was fully wrapped in her core, mind wild. Then, he slid another finger in, fucking her and curving each thrust to rub against the best spots. Making her hips circle and thrashing settle down to an occasional complaint.

Then, he removed them entirely, giving her a single moment to notice the absence before slamming his cock into her. Immediately, she cried out a long moan. Something deep inside her singing in pleasure against her fear. She stayed entirely still, nearly compensating for the pleasure she felt by refusing to allow him any. But he took what he wanted anyway. Pushing her legs further to allow himself more room before thrusting into her. Picking up pace fast, filling the small room with the sound of slapping skin that anyone in the two rooms either side was sure to hear. Not that he cared and not that she could stop. With his free hand, he gently stroked her cheek, still fucking her as fast as he could, slamming in harder and harder with time. Then, gently yet firmly he shoved her legs apart between thrusts and brought himself closer, sliding the last half inch on himself into her. Making her again cry out and whimper. She tugged the shirt around her wrists but the fabric didn’t give and her position became no comfier. She whined and whimpered at every movement, Trying desperately to keep her body still, not grind on him, but her muscles betraying her. Squeezing tighter as he went, eventually moving her hips every so slightly to make him hit her g-spot. Making a whole new level of confusion shake her mind. She arched up but hated it, betraying her thoughts with moans and strings of curses.

He slowed for a moment, pulling entirely out before thrusting slowly back in. Letting her excitement slow down for only a second before his hand came into contact with her clit, sending her down a new spiral of noises. Her rubbed slow, matching his pace of thrusts before speeding both up to drive her close to an edge she didn’t entirely want yet. His own pleasure seaming to grow as she tightened and involuntarily met his hips with her own. Growling and moaning roughly each time he pushed entirely back into her. She didn’t want him to cum, thrashing away harder as he began to find his edge. Pushing with all her strength to release from his grip, but her legs were weak and his grip was tight. Her mind half convinced to stay from the steady pattern he set on her clit that sent waves of pure bliss through her.

“Fuck baby, god you’re a fucking slut. Don’t act like you don’t want this. Don’t want my cum inside you, leaking down your thighs once i leave. Wetting the edge of your tights with a mixture of our excitement,” she thrashed again, pleading and begging for him to not cum in her. “Don’t act like you aren’t a slut, like you don’t want me to cum in you. Don’t you want daddy’s cum sweetheart.” He was panting harder now, both hands coming to hold her waist and keep her from wiggling free, eventually moaning wildly as she begged and he came inside of her. Ropes of cum spilling from his cock as she begged and whimpered softly, entirely too turned on by the sight of him cumming to put up any real fight. Deciding now that, perhaps it wouldn’t be too bad to enjoy herself. Allow him to make her cum. It would only be once anyway, where was the harm if they had gone this far.

His cum continued to fill her, spilling out as he thrusted slowly, growing each time he bottomed out into her. Her whines now mixed with pleasure and panic. He stopped now, slowling his thrusts to allow himself rest, though she continued to thrash and wiggle, now aiming for any form of touch. Noticing, his hand returned to her clit and picked a furious pace. Her hips bucking and grinding into him, almost fucking herself slightly onto him as he touched her. Smirking through his orgasm haze at her desperateness. Her muscles contracted around him, knot in her stomach growing and growing until she almost couldn’t handle it, wanting him to go just a tiny bit faster but not finding the touch needed to take her over the edge. Choking out a cry and moan all in one, she moved her hips faster in an effort, only finding the slightest bit more pleasure. Nearly ruining her orgasm she couldn’t quite reach. Pussy contracting and edging her against her will until he thrusted slightly again, hitting the one spot that sent her spiralling over the edge. Crying, eyes watering, and whining as she came hard all over him. Grinding on him still as her body arched and shook without control. Pleasure flooding through her veins and mind. Leaving her nothing more than a dripping puddle underneath him, his cum still leaking out with her own now added to the mix. Limp and panting heavily from the orgasm.

But his touch didn’t stop, despite her half hearted attempts to push him away or convey her overly sensitive state. He slowed dramatically, keeping her pleasure going and hips rolling into him as he drew her orgasm out. Eventually building the knot back up in her stomach, the contractions in her muscles twice as powerful yet dangerously sensitive. Again, she found herself unable to cum but desperately on the edge. Softly crying to herself from the need and sensitivity that consumed her. His pace picking up slightly again as he remained stationary inside of her and allowed her to cum again on his half hard cock. Shaking her body until there was nothing left and more. Repeating his soft touched once last time to make her cum again, this time making her see stars and spots of black in her vision.

Finally, he pulled out and pulled her legs to straighten out on the ground, releasing the past ball of pressure in her body she hadn’t even been aware of. Pulling his cock back into his underwear and pants. Moving behind her to lift her against his chest, removing the haphazard tie from her arms and massaging the slightly red marks left on them. Kissing the back of her head against her hair while supporting her and allowing her to curl into him. Muttering soft apologise and praises close to her ear. Eventually hearing the last bell ring for the end of the day.

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luxekook · 4 years

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make you scream » ksj

» pairing: sully!seokjin x reader » genre: monsters inc. au, crack, smut » summary: there’s a monster in your closet, but you want him in your bed. » word count: 2.1k » warnings: 18+, cursing, bad jokes, teasing, TMG references, reader ties jin up, generally clueless seokjin, smut [oral (m receiving), mentions of sex and impregnation]

» request: @j-sope said: jin + mystery drink!

as part of the bangtanhq drinks and drabbles challenge

Ever since you moved into your new apartment, you’ve had a slight monster problem. And you aren’t talking the energy drink. You’re talking a living, breathing monster who creeps out of your closet in the wee hours of the morning in an attempt to scare you shitless.

At least, that’s your current theory of his intentions - mainly compiled from dark web searches and reddit threads. You aren’t sure what exactly his motive is with you, but you do know one thing - you don't want to scare him away. Whatever monster lab created him had royally fucked up, because your monster is really fucking hot.

You aren’t even sure if you can actually call him a monster given that he looks like a fucking god amongst men.

He’s been visiting you for three weeks now, and you have stopped acting frightened since week two. Your silence seems to be both baffling and vexing to your nightly visitor. Neither of you have spoken to the other. Hell, you aren’t even sure if he can speak. He’s only yelled and jumped out at you so far in an attempt to draw your screams.

But, tonight you plan to change things up and finally get some answers.

As the clock grows closer to 3am, you pretend to sleep, nervously awaiting your monster.

Finally, you hear the telltale creak of your closet door and the soft footfalls that always follow. Your heart thumps in your chest.

Before he can scare you, you hop out of bed, catching him off guard. Using his shock against him, you push him into your desk chair and quickly grab the jump rope you had set aside for this very purpose.

“Yah!” Your monster struggles as you tie him up, “Stop that! Get your hands off me!”

Ah, so he can speak. You secure the knots that tie him to the chair and step back to assess your work. Flicking on your bedside lamp, you check out your monster in all his glory.

He’s glaring up at you with a vicious pout that would be menacing if he wasn’t so fucking adorable. His hair is a mix of blue and purple with two small horns twisting up amidst the strands. His body is long and lean with shoulders that give you way too many dirty thoughts.

Finally, your eyes meet his. His brown eyes linger on yours for a moment before wandering up and down your own body, reminding you of your current outfit of just a long shirt and underwear.

“Well?” You place your hands on your hips, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

Your monster scoffs and pulls at his restraints, “Untie me, human!”

“Puh-lease,” You roll your eyes, “You’ve been barging into my house in the dead of night for weeks, and you think you can order me around? No, sir. Not today.”

“Well, I wouldn't have to keep coming back if you would just scream for me,” He mumbles, hands clenched into fists, “I have a quota to meet, you know!”

“That sounds like a you problem,” You shrug, edging closer to him. He tenses at your approach. “Why don’t you like humans touching you, my little monster?”

“Little?!” He exclaims, “How dare you! I am Kim Seokjin, top Scarer at Monsters, Incorporated!”

You reach out to cup his cheek, “Aw, did I hit a nerve, Mr. Kim ‘I’m so scary’ Seokjin?” He glowers, refusing to answer.

“Going to have to shred your door now,” He mutters, looking defeated, “And get sanitized.”

You snap back, “Sanitized? Well, that’s just rude. And if you even think about destroying my closet door, just know that I will be sending you the bill.”

“I don’t know who this Bill is, but don’t send him to me,” Seokjin scrunches his nose, looking thoroughly displeased.

You laugh, shoulders shaking at his dead serious remark.

Your monster’s eyes widen as he stares up at your laughing form.

“What?” You ask, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen and still chuckling slightly.

“Can you do that again?” Seokjin asks again, looking at you with a peculiar yet hopeful gleam in his eye.

“What?” You furrow your eyebrows, “Laugh?”

He nods, and you immediately get suspicious. “Why?”

“Because it apparently works the same way as screaming,” He shrugs, “I don’t make the rules.”

“So you do need my screams,” You smirk, “Interesting… Do these screams that you gather only come from fear?”

“Duh,” He rolls his eyes, “What other kind of screaming is there?”

You laugh again, ignoring how happy he looks that you did so. “There is one that comes to mind, monster boy.”

“Tell me!” He practically bounces in his seat, despite being tied up.

“Nah,” You shake your head, undoing his restraints, “I think that’s enough for one night. Out you go.”

“What?”

You pull him up from the seat and shove him towards your closet. He argues with you the whole way. Peering into your closet first, you pout when you don’t see anything out of the ordinary - that is, until Seokjin slips past you.

The back of your closet disappears before your eyes, and you see what looks like a warehouse with almost-human-but-not-quite individuals milling about.

Seokjin turns to leave, and you panic, your hand darts out to grab his wrist. You want to see him again.

“What is it, human?” Seokjin looks at you hesitantly.

“(Y/n). My name’s (y/n). And the other kind of screaming? It's not from fear; it’s from pleasure.”

His eyes practically pop out of his skull as your words sink in, “Pleasure—! But-but how?”

You push him out of your dimension.

The next evening, you don’t even feign sleep. This time, you wait up wearing nothing but a satin robe.

It seems that Seokjin also doesn’t follow his usual pattern as he storms into your room right on schedule. “(Y/n)! I demand you scream in pleasure for me!”

You choke on air, “That’s not how it works, Seokjin!”

“Well,” He crosses his arms, staring down at you from the foot of your bed, “Then tell me how it works.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” You sigh, shifting your legs so that your upper thigh peeks through the slit in your robe. Predictably, his eyes follow. “You’ll have to touch me, and I know you wouldn’t want to.”

You watch as he swallows hard, his eyes glued to your body, “I-I never said that.”

“Really?” You shift again. The tie of your robe loosens slightly. “I could have sworn you said ‘get your hands off me’ last night.”

He shakes his head emphatically, “No, that wasn’t me! That was, uh, Jim Seok-im!”

“Any relation?” You cock your head, entertaining his terrible effort to convince you.

“Nope, never met him,” Seokjin inches closer to you.

“Right,” You deadpan. “Well, don’t you all have sex over there in monster land?”

Seokjin gapes at you, “Yah! I am not making a child with you!”

“Good god, Jinnie,” You laugh, “Not all sex ends with pregnancy.”

“Ours does,” He scowls, looking thoroughly put out.

“So, let me get this straight,” You stand, walking the short distance over to him, “You monsters have monster sex with your monster cocks, and you don’t monster scream in monster pleasure?”

“Motion to ban you from saying the word ‘monster’ again,” He mumbles, still looking miffed.

“Motion denied, you monster.”

Seokjin pinches his nose in frustration, “Sex is purely for reproductive purposes. It’s a transaction. I don’t see how it can feel good.”

“What the monsterfucking fuck!” You just about blew a fuse. “What have you been doing? Just staring at your dick? Don’t you touch yourself? Have you never gone down on a girl monster? A boy monster? A gender-nonconforming monster?”

Seokjin slams a hand over your mouth, “Shut up, my human. Now, show me how to make you feel good so that I can collect your pleasure screams.”

Swatting his hand from your face, you shake your head, “I think I want to hear yours first.”

“I would like to see you try,” He laughs in an endearing squeaky way that makes you want to give him the suck of his life.

“Bet.” You sink to your knees, making quick work of his pants.

“Oh my sweet monster cock,” You breathe as you take in the sight before you. His cock is the biggest you’ve ever seen - thick and long with veins running down its smooth skin.

He’s hard already, and you shoot him a skeptical look. “What?” Seokjin shrugs, “It’s just my body acknowledging you as a potential mate. It’s happened before.”

Fury bubbles up inside you at the thought of him getting hard for anyone other than you. God, are you actually developing feelings for your monster? Pushing that thought aside, you vow to make him come so hard that all his (hypothetical) future orgasms will belong to the mere thought of you.

Without pause, you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip.

“M-my human, what are you doing?” Seokjin yelps, his hand digging into your hair. He’s a natural, you think, choosing to ignore his question.

Your hands run up and down his thighs before winding their way around to squeeze his ass. The gasp that results is delicious and urges you to move faster.

You take more of him into your mouth, sucking harder, your cheeks hollow. His breath hitches, “O-oh, (y/n), keep doing that. Feels so good. How does it feel so good?”

Oh, your poor little monster boy has no idea how good it will get…

You take him all the way, your nose nudging his firm pelvis. Seokjin moans, and when you swallow around him, he lets out a series of what you can only assume are expletives in the monster world.

One hand still gripping his ass, you bring your other one forward to tease his balls in your palm. He shouts your name, and you feel him twitch inside your mouth.

You release him with a pop. “Will you come for me, Seokjin?” Your voice is raspy from the deep-throating, “Will you come in my mouth for me?”

“Y-yes,” He pants, “I need to release. Your mouth is the best thing I’ve ever felt, my human.”

Laughing softly, you grab his monster cock once more, “Oh, my little monster, you are sure in for a good time.”

Without further explanation, you suck him harder than you’ve ever done to anyone before. You want and need to have Seokjin unravel before you, to come down your throat. And it isn’t long before his moans grow louder and louder until he comes with a yowl that honestly rivals what yours had been like when your monster had scared you at first.

“My human,” Seokjin finally mumbles, as you pull your mouth away from him, “What was that?”

“A blowjob,” You shrug, getting to your feet, “Sometimes referred to as ‘giving that sloppy toppy’ or ‘putting that dick through a carwash’ or ‘showing them that 360 degree spin cycle’.”

He looks baffled, “I understood none of that, but can I give you one of these ‘blowjobs’ now?”

You laugh, “My greedy little monster, come back tomorrow, and we’ll talk.”

He pouts adorably, and you can’t help yourself from pressing your lips to his. A blush overtakes his cheeks and the tips of his ears, “My human, why did you do that?”

“You’re so cute, Jinnie,” You shrug, “I wanted to kiss you to show that I like you.”

He blinks, “You-you—?”

You shove him once again towards your closet, “Tomorrow, my handsome monster. Get ready, there are so many things I still have to show you.”

His eyes widen, “There’s even more!?”

“Oh, yes,” You flash him a wicked grin as you kick him out of your room, “I’m going to fucking rock your monster world, baby.”

Four Months Later...

“Hey, my pretty human,” Your monster whispers, his breath ghosting over your ear. Goosebumps rise across your skin.

“Hey, handsome,” You answer, your eyes shooting open to meet his.

“Yah!” Your monster stumbles back, “Would you quit doing that?” His pout only draws your attention to his plush lips.

“No,” You grin, sitting up in your bed. “Are you ever going to quit creeping around my room at night?”

“Never,” He continues to pout. “Besides, you love it.”

And you really do.

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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Cuddling With SuperM

↳ ❤︎ CARO’S NOTE: their concept is all about badassery i know but we’re dealing with seven angels so let’s talk about that shall we

warnings ⚠️ some light teasing, innuendo

length: 1.5k

taeyong

am i really telling you something ground-breaking with this:

so this guy’s truly adorable

turns into a baby what else is new

draws his knees to his chest and just enjoys the ride with his eyes closed

you can do whatever the hell you want

back rubs, head pats, foot massages, caressing the neck or underneath the chin which is particularly sweet

and a whole lot of tickling he’s kinda obsessed with this

excellent chef he is, taeyong enjoys preparing snacks for a set cuddling time or movie night

so what if this turns into feeding each other basically are you ready for that

this guy’s impossible face up close is hard to bear for the faint-hearted just mentioning that in passing here

because… he has that one yearning expression and his eye contact is very steady

bit of a duality here huh

but worry not because taeyong’s tiger inside is more of a cat actually, tyongkitty behavior guaranteed right there

he does do friendly head buts and yeah the eye contact is also a cat thing now that i think about it… it all makes sense now

ten, baekhyun, lucas and taemin are pretty cocky types of cuddlers, taeyong leads the more subdued fraction in super m

it’s the kind of cuddling that needs rainy weather and a cup of tea

ten

quality time right here

banter is always included ofc

or at least a lot of talk because with ten, conversation and cuddles go together

likes pets joining, three’s a party, a cat can always make a snuggly contribution

add a ball of wool to play around

like. a-you, a-me, and a cat right in between ya see

music is always playing in the background, always

ten’s body is very sensual… you can tell he’s a dancer by the way he’s adapting, how he’s feeling it, how he moves in general

the reflexes are just so different he has great feeling for what you wanna do next it’s his bodily intuition and he just goes along with it

what you gotta tell him though is to keep it lowkey with keeping his jazzy outfits on

a hoodie cuddles better than high fashion and spiked jackets

plus he looks adorably small in it so two birds with one stone

never forget ten is really tiny that sure makes a difference

reluctant little spoon, he keeps it face-to-face or sleeps on his back

ten is glad to be approached with hugs he’s not always doing the initiative

shy thailand angel ikr

but don’t complain if he farts because he absolutely will

goddammit chittaphon

kai

if it’s without a plushie something’s going wrong it always needs one

his favorite teddy’s gotta participate y’know he’s a social creature

in this home we don’t discriminate against plush bears

and yeah, his bear ear hoodie likewise he is sure to put it on

jongin tends to be rather taciturn because he wants to enjoy the body-to-body sensations

meaning, don’t interpret his frequent silence as awkwardness he’s just observing

is not above teasing… if his outfit is showing some skin he’ll invite you to touch the area

also enjoys you putting your hands under his sweater

he’s laughing like crazy and kicking his legs all giggly if you put your head underneath it and let it roam oh la la

yeah nini likes some wit to it for sure, and some steaminess in the mix it’s just a natural byproduct if we’re honest

dim the lights down low for this one…

but also light the candles alright

cuddling is more of a soft and steady thing there’s not much position changes going on

this is the couch not the dancefloor your honor

while we’re talking about that: jongin is a buff biatch my god

prep a water bottle to chug when you’re cuddling this guy is effortlessly hot

also know that kai will almost definitely snap a picture of you huddled together for the memory of it

baekhyun

unlike his memes, baekhyun’s cuddling behaviour is entirely predictable

will snuggle against your shoulder by default pretty much that’s his favorite area

stays glued there for two hours if you’re not busy

im not kidding

needless to say he needs a partner who can handle this level of clinginess

baekhyun can’t keep his hands to himself in general

neither can you

it’s groping x cuddling these two are a dead sure combination

keen to snuggle casually while he’s gaming, cross-legged on the ground with you massaging his back

likes to lay his head into your lap, too.

baekhug i mean back hug enthusiast. something inside his face has an inbuilt magnet that sucks him into the space between your collar bones

especially when you’re at the stove cooking

caution: love bites. lots of them. does this count as cuddles? probably. it’s not like he’s eating you or is he. oop—

what am i saying all he does is nibble alright

and oh yeah bring on the sweater weather. he can’t stay still in bed it’s gonna be a pillowfort building session though

you gotta exhaust him until he naps off lmao!

energizer bunny bf

mark

enjoys being fed watermelon during the process how else could it be

wait until this guy hears what harry styles’ watermelon sugar is all about his world will never be the same again

anyway

he’ll look so cute in his striped shirt and his round glasses awh

cuddling is his favorite way to show his trust and affection before all else

his favorite time to cuddle is before going to sleep

he usually hugs pillows so you can tell how clingy he winds up as

mark really sleeps and dreams better if you do that it has an astounding effect. cuddles are his perfect recharging if you will it’s just that he’s actually calming down through it whereas he can be nervous throughout the day so he needs that downtime

spooning is a given

what he enjoys the most about it is the warmth

markie easily gets cold sometimes he just needs that tune-up with you he’s like blink blink there goes my dose of daily heat beep beep

what the fuck

anyway again

talk about tune

just like ten he’s very talkative all the way verbal stimulation and mark lee just go together

if you compare him to taeyong there’s not much of a transformation going on mark lee on two legs is the same mark lee during cuddles it’s all copy paste

all in all a delectable experience, extremely cute and heart-melting, super m truly has a super mark

taemin

much like xuxi he has that permanent smile on his lips that tries to make you laugh

in fact taemin is hard to stop with his puns and his humor

ffs he is a true brat

taems can’t help but try to escalate this into a playfight every time

not that he doesn’t enjoy the calmer types of cuddling but he needs some action in the sack

enjoys praise along the way who are we kidding

the clothes you both cuddle in are very important alright, the fabric in particular

taemin keeps it expensive here it’s just the way he rolls

satin my dear

it’s just so satisfying to the touch

but also beware of his most lethal clothing choice which brings out his innate maknae charm the most

THE FLUFFY TURTLENECK

gyeahh

which he will use during special occasions to turn you into a cuddle monster ready to pounce him

give it up for shinee my loves they taught him well and sent him out to fluff up the world

what else is there okay we also gotta mention that cuddling consists of many little kisses here and there

taemin wants to get absolutely peppered

he is and stays a prince

lucas

ideal body type for cuddling except that it needs the right place, not the environment but the spot i mean, you can imagine

lucas can explode any smol-size couch or bed

don’t even think about trying to cuddle on regular chairs my god why would you live so dangerously

king size por favor

there is a lot to cuddle against it’s really a whole wonderland

those big ole thighs are practical cushions for anything really.

and his face is just so amicable it has to be kithed

his hands… his hands! you will feel maximum protection with those giant baby fingers around your hips i’m telling you

admittedly yukhei is hard to properly hug around the shoulders obviously that’s a drawback but hey his waist is lithe and tiny so hello there, very inviting

oh, that infectious smile.

serious cuddling: 0 — funny cuddles: over 9,000

and tasty cuddles because foodcas brings some fried rice every time oh yum

hates to go to work he really prioritizes you and cuddles go on for long long hours especially when you watch your favorite series

xuxi goes the extra mile, he will touch your hair a lot, just gently combing through it

and he doesn’t mind it when you do the same, he’s got the most angelic blonde locks after all

lu calls you beautiful all the time the cheesy mf is really pulling the standard compliment alright

cue jonas brothers sucker for you

ugh, boyfriend

mlist

#super m #superm #superm hc #superm scenarios #super m x reader #superm fluff #super m imagines #kai #lucas #baekhyun #taemin #taeyong #mark #ten

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 4 years

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Desire

A/N: SMUT ON THE BRAIN, I REPEAT SMUT ON THE BRAIN.

Angel Reyes x Reader

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1705k

Language: Smut, mention of blow-job, language, SMUT

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Y/N leaned dangerously lower finding herself eye level with none other than Angel and the guys. She smirked; “You have five minutes to meet me in the storage closet Angel Reyes or I’m starting without you.” Y/N whispered licking the shell of his ear seductively. “And I don’t like waiting…”

Her converse shoes squeaked ever so slightly against the wood floors beneath them as he ogled her ass swaying farther from his reach. Her form fitting shirt was leaving little to his active imagination. Her denim cutoffs taunted him with the simple sway of her luscious hips. She was a fucking deity and Y/N knew he was eating out of the palm of her enticing hand.

Under his breath, Angel finally exhaled the compressed air lodged in his chest; “Fuck.” Popping the ‘k’ overtly. It wasn’t until Coco coughed attempting to clear away any residual sexual tension that Angel peeled his stare from Y/N looking around the table innocently.

“Yo, I say this with mad love but if you don’t leave this table to fuck her, I will homie.” Gilly and Riz laughed wholeheartedly alongside Coco. The fire in Angel’s orbs blared to life, anger gripping ahold of him. His fist clenched ripping one of his cards clean down the middle trying to refocus his pent-up frustration.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours, man. Anyone who dares to touch Y/N nonetheless solicit my girl will definitely be meeting me in the fucking ring. Got it, hermano?”

Coco cheeks blushingly glowed chuckling at his best friend. They were in the middle of a poker game and Y/N knew to not bother him during these times. But, looks like Y/N didn’t want to play fair tonight and he’d have to remind of the rules. Angel licked his wet lips as saliva pooled within him.

“I only do it because you’re so easy to get a reaction out of…probably why Y/N loves seeing that pissed look on your face. Bitch knows how to play the damn game; I’ll give her that.”

He threw his cards down to the table signaling his defeat; “Boys, I gotta girl that needs tendin to. Don’t come searching for us.” Angel raised his left eyebrow wiggling it to the best of his ability. His boots scuttled as the chair legs screeched backwards. Angel leisurely rose from his seat chugging the rest of his whiskey. The liquor was bitter, malty, and burned in all the right places. With his nerves afire and his belly ablaze, Angel sought out the one thing that could calm and simultaneously bait him.

The rumblings of his brothers didn’t jog past him as he walked towards the empty storage room. The soft voice of Gilly made its way to him; “Fucking Reyes and Y/N. How the hell did he score her again?” Coco chimed in; “Cabrón con suerte.”

Ez watched from the bar top inspecting his brother’s hungry glare scouring the room for Y/N. To say he was jealous wouldn’t be his choice of words but there was something about his best friend and brother boning that provided a weird energy of comfort.

“Avert your gaze, Prospect. That’s an order.” Angel raised his hand saluting him breaking into a fit of laughter. Ez merely nodded focusing his attention back to demeaning cleaning chores and collecting miscellaneous bottles. The older Reyes walked through the door in search of the hidden room approaching on his left. He so enjoyed these games especially when it included Y/N.

“Oh sweetheart, where ya hiding? Papi is getting impatient.” His questioning tone vibrated off the bare walls as Angel observed the nooks and crannies surrounding him.

“Querida, you’re being a damn tease…”

Out of the blue, Angel heard the teasing tone of his girlfriend; “Marco….”

“So, you want to play games, Y/N? Bring it on darling. Polo.”

His ears perked up as his arm hairs stood straight looking for identifiable clues. Angel whipped around hearing a broom clash against the cold concrete. Y/N shuffled covering her mouth in hopes of keeping her laughs muffled. Her heart was practically beating outside of her rib cage as his signature cologne invaded her nostrils. Ever so quietly, Angel instinctively sauntered obscenely silent towards a corner of the abandoned room.

Angel was swift on his feet jumping around the corner scaring the living shit out of Y/N; “Gotcha!”

Y/N jumped as Angel watched her eyes bulge in momentary fear; “Shit, Angel! Well, looks like you found me. Now time to claim your prize?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” Angel’s grip on her smooth hips tightened gluing her between the wall and his frame. Y/N huffed pressing her breasts firmly against him in retaliation.

“Well now that I’ve got you exactly where I want you…what are you gonna do with me?” Angel nipped at her exposed cleavage moaning loudly.

“Jesus Angel. You’re driving me crazy.” With little vigor, Y/N’s hands shoved him giving her a sliver of distance. Grabbing by the collar of his pristine shirt, she pressed him into her former place. Immediately, Y/N reached for the bulky belt buckle currently blockading her path, pulling hard admiring it slipped through the loops. She kept one hand securely on his chest as the other dropped the offensive item to the ground.

“You’ve been very naughty Angel. I’m here to deliver your penance.” Her flirtatious manner was beginning to get the best of her, her patience was truly being tested. She sunk down to her knees staring up at his bashful brown eyes and quivering Adam’s apple. Contemplating every sinful thought riddling his thoughts Angel tried to find the words garbled in his throat.

Her hands moved faster than his brain undoing the button of his jeans before Angel was graced with the delicious sound of a zipper lowering. A minor tug of his pants revealed his striped boxers as Y/N slipped beneath the pesky layer. Her doe eyes gawked towards him in a demanding yet submissive approach.

“Looks like you’re in for a treat, Reyes…Of course if you’re not interested, I bet I could find---”

“No more fucking around baby.” Y/N bobbed in innocent agreement; “As you wish.”

She enveloped his hard cock stroking him the entire length, squeezing just enough at the tip as a groan slipped from him. “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve missed you.”

Y/N continued her perfected movements fondling his dick faster causing his breath to hitch.

“Damnit, baby! What’re you doin—?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Angel was engulfed in her heat, the warmth of her flawless mouth. Y/N sucked harder compelling Angel’s head knocking the white wall holding him.

“You are too good at that. Too fucking good.”

Drool oozed from the corner of her salacious mouth as Y/N hummed forcing the vibrations to take Angel to the next level of pleasure. She sucked him off like her life depended on it. He was a half second away from losing it when she deep throated him to her limit. The suction noise was enough to turn him on enormously, but watching his girl go full force was about to make him lose his load. Pre-cum leaked down her chin before Y/N made quick work of licking it away, tidying up her mess.

She proceeded to remove herself, popping her lips loudly in effect; “Mm hmm, two minutes and you’re a goner.”

Angel was stunned into submission at the attractive girl on her knees and it turned him on to no surmountable end. He guided her back to where he craved her most cleverly placing his hand on the back of her head. He hated controlling her mannerisms but strictly stayed in place for future guidance. Angel added the smallest of pressure as more of his length guided down her throat. So warm and welcoming, Angel had to think of literally anything else to stop himself from cumming. The lustful look, her hands locked behind his buttocks, it was all too much for a simple Mayan to take in.

“Ahh, ahh shit. If you get doin that, I’m gonna explode.”

So, Y/N kicked into overdrive taking him as deep as her body would allow. She loved watching his eyes roll into the back of his head and the part of his lips waiting to cry out. So close, Y/N knew he was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm so she initiated into full force.

The squelching noises coming from Y/N sent Angel overboard. Y/N sloppily slurped vying with every energetic thrust. The ache within him involuntarily released driving Angel to cum ferociously into Y/N’s sweet, hot mouth. Ribbons of cum filtrated the back of her throat welcomingly.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ was the only explicit word in Angel’s mind as lustful chaos stormed throughout his body. Hot cum simmered down her throat as she so freely swallowed every gulp with dignified pleasure. She moaned around his length allowing his orgasm to linger. Angel lovingly held her in place as she sucked every last drop from the tip of his cock.

“God damn. God damn woman.”

Y/N’s fingers edged along the corners making sure to clean up any remnants remaining surveying Angel candidly. Y/N removed herself from the floor tucking him gently back into the folds of his boxers as his body turned to gelatin.

“You taste sweet. A hint of strawberry and pineapple?” Her devious tone enticed him wanting to bend her over and make her scream. But they’d been preoccupied for longer than anticipated. Angel knew he couldn’t fuck her quite yet but the night was young and the devilish grin on Y/N’s face told him he was in for a night of fucking and love making.

“Babe, that was fucking mind-blowing.” Angel cupped her cheeks kissing her excitedly. His cock twitched wishing to be buried inside Y/N but he knew better.

“Damnit, one hour and we’re out of here. Got it?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Reyes. I’m in dire need of an orgasm or two especially with my sexy as fuck Mayan to ride reverse cowgirl.”

“You have to idea what you’re askin for….”

Winking in Angel’s direction, Y/N knew precisely what she desired; “One hour or I’m starting without you.”

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hardyimagines · 5 years

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Part 2 — The Krays

Hi I just wanted to say how much I love your blog! It’s amazing I also wanted to know if you could write a steamy smut piece with the Kray brothers where they are both interested in the reader and instead decide its better if they just share her. Thanks! — @angelinaburns

Warnings: Sex!

Part 1

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“Im not sure that this is the most romantic way to go about this.” You whispered breathily. Reggie Kray was busy assaulting your neck with those plump, pink lips of his. He was staining your skin with hickeys, eager to lick, bite, and suck at every inch of skin he came across. A low whimper of enjoyment escaped the back of your throat, alerting the man that he was doing a very good job. The second he had you tucked away in the privacy of the club, he’d dropped down on a chair and your small body had followed. As lovely and enjoyable as his mouth was against your skin — this wasn’t all you wanted. You wanted a proper date. Your nimble fingers wrapped around his broad shoulders, gripping them as you dipped your hips south toward his own.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He groaned out quietly before moving his mouth away from your neck so he could catch his breath. He set one of his hands on your waist, palm practically swallowing your hip. The man needed a moment to calm down and collect his thoughts, but you continued to dry hump him. It was difficult to calm yourself down and you doubted you’d be able to if he didn’t stop this from going any further. Lifting one of your hands away from his shoulder so you could cradle his neck, your mouth moved to his ear, resting there. “We, yeah, we’ve got to stop.” His hands moved from your waist to your thighs. “As much as I fucking want you, yeah, I think for our very first date we should actually go somewhere.” His words had little dips and cracks in them from how increasingly hard he was becoming against you. His hands tightened around your thighs, a poor attempt to stop your grinding. The bulge beneath you was becoming more evident than you’d ever seen it before, you couldn’t help but continue to tease him.

“Sex doesn’t always have to come at the end of the date, Reggie.” You told the man softly.

And so it didn’t.

Reggie wasn’t exactly a rough lover. But he was frantic. Passionate. He was impatient, but you didn’t blame him in the slightest, it had been a long time of waiting. He was by far the best youd ever had. It was impossible to get a sound of enjoyment out, because he left you breathless. He touched every inch of your body, caressing and kissing whatever he could. Sex was meant to be fun, it was meant to be enjoyable. Laughter mixed in with your unstoppable moans was what you’d dreamt of and it was finally happening. Reggie was too goofy when it was just the pair of you, he wanted to see the creases beside your eyes and the curve of your lips, so evident on your features. He loved the way the contagious sounds would spill from your throat but the second he switched his angle, your head would fall back and your mouth would hang open, laughter morphing into the breathiest cries of ecstasy. Reggie was so gentle with you, cupping your chin when he kissed you, massaging your breasts, speaking under his breath to ensure that you liked what he was doing. God you did.

Reggie Kray was fully clothed, but you couldn’t complain, your dress had just been rolled up to your hips. There were slivers of skin on show between his fastened buttons and so you kissed what you could see. It was very loving, slow, time-consuming. It was exactly how you’d imagined. You were sat on the table with him stood between your legs. You left half-moons in his lower back, hands pushed under the back of his shirt so you could hold him close to you. He drew sounds that sounded animal-like from your lips. Purrs similar to a kitten’s. Whimpers similar to a puppy’s. Quiet, slurred swears. Pleas. It was all music to his ears and he never wanted it to come to an end. But all good things had to.

The sweat that coated your skin as you sat across from your date reminded him of what you’d just done on the table. Situated in front of you was a very appealing looking dinner. It was just take-out, but you didn’t care. Reggie wasn’t a chef, so you didn’t exactly expect a home cooked meal. You were glad that the two of you already knew so much about one another. It made this much less nerve-wracking. It felt instead like your hundredth date, only now you could kiss him if you wanted. Reaching across the table, your fingers played lazily with his as you spoke. Chin resting in your hand, your eyes slid between his.

“Im so happy that we’re finally doing this.” You whispered. Your breaths wafted over his face, tickling his sensitive skin. The man drew his bottom lip in and suckled on it before leaning back in his chair. His thighs spread wide, blue eyes gliding along your features. His heart fluttered happily, thumping against his chest harder than it ever had before. He supposed, in that moment, maybe he’d never been in love before. Not until now. Maybe what he’d felt for frances had been nothing more than a fascination. An attraction, sure. But not love. He felt like he was suffocating from how much he cared about you. He loved you more than he could put in words. His large palm lifted to his cheek, rubbing his slightly stubbly skin before he let out a quiet grunt.

“We’ve waited a long time for it.” He spoke softly. The glass in front of him was half-empty, and instead of finishing it off, he traced the rim lazily, eyes glued to you. “Do you remember,” He sat up slowly. “All those times you tried to kiss me?” You defensively moved your small hand to your face, a poor attempt to shield your expression as you shined away in the slightest.

“You’re a bit hard to resist.” The lines on his forehead were etched deep into his skin as he furrowed his brows and watched you intently. “And you’re quite.. strong to be able to resist me.” Nudging him playfully beneath the table with your foot, you bumped his shin with a giggle. “You turned me down more than once.” Shrinking back in faux sadness, you set your hand on your heart with a little whimper. Reggie smirked at the innocent face you wore.

“I didn’t have a choice, did I, love. Brotherly bond.” His brows lifted with his words as if testing you to deny him. You didn’t. The table shook as you leaned against it further.

“Do brother’s usually agree to them share a girl if it’s unfair for only one of them to have her?” He shook his head in disbelief and amusement before spreading his legs wider.

“Maybe Ron and I are just special.” He spoke softly. You smiled slowly before standing.

“I agree.” Your fingers traced the length of the table as you moved around it so you could settle down on his lap. It felt so good to be able to do as you pleased. His arm opened, allowing you to sit however you wanted. You straddled his thighs, fingers brushing along his warm cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. “I’m ready for dessert.” You hmphed against his lips.

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Ron had been out all night. The crowded streets were full of honking cars and frustrated drivers. He walked along the pavement, lit cigar clutched between his thick fingers as he lifted it to his lips so he could take a lengthy drag of the thing. His shoes scuffed the cement loudly as he made his way home. Little bits of snow fell from the sky above, kissing his skin before they melted away almost instantly. His glasses were foggy and his pink lips were paling because of the cold temperature. He wore a big coat and a red scarf but it seemed that that wasn’t enough. Dropping his cigar in front of him, he crushed it as he continued to walk. He wasn’t far from the house, just a little ways left to go. A turn here, a turn there, and then a straight shot.

All the lights in the house were off except for Reggie’s light. He assumed, since he didn’t see any movement inside, that Reggie was getting ready for bed and he’d already taken you home. The man opened the front door using the key in his pocket before dropping it in the bowl by the door. Knocking the thing shut, he twisted the lock and headed for the stairs. He had a lot to fill Reggie in on, business wise, and figured that now was just as good a time as any. Climbing the stairs, his heavy shoes thudded noisily against the steps. No matter how hard he tried to be quiet so he didn’t wake his slumbering mother, his attempts were useless. He knocked once on his brother’s door before opening the thing and poking his head in.

“Reg?” His deep voice floated into the room. His eyes landed on the bed, blue eyes sliding along the lump beneath the covers. The sudden movement made him lift a brow. Was his brother really tucked away under the duvet, rolled up in a small ball. The blanket moved and your head popped out from under the covers. You wore a wide grin, one that told him that you were as excited to see him as he was to see you. A bubble formed in the center of his chest.

“Y/N..” He whispered. “I’m sorry.. I didn’t mean to stumble in.” He wasn’t sorry. He had no reason to be. You shoved the blanket off your body and smoothly climbed off the bed.

“You did. That’s alright, it’s only me.” Your fingers lifted to his chest, tracing his tie lazily. “I was expecting to spend the night all on my own. It’s not very easy dating two busy gangsters, is it?” Ron’s lips twitched.

“Well, I’m home for the night.” He told you quietly. “I don’t suppose you’d want to change rooms? My bed is plenty big.” Your brows lifted at his words. As if you hadn’t been in that bed of his plenty of times before.

“Why don’t you show me?” Testing him, you followed the oaf as he started to move backwards. Both of you made your way into the hall, cutting off Reggie’s light and shutting the door before you went to the room parallel. Ron was quick to twist you around and back your little body up and into his bedroom. “This is a lovely surprise.” You whispered, only coming to a halt in your steps when the backs of your knees hit the bed. Ron bit his bottom lip. He’d been waiting for what felt like forever to get you into bed so he could do more than just hold you. Ron held a much more innocent look in his gaze than Reggie had. The second that man got you alone, he’d screwed you. Ron, Ron seemed more cautious. Like he wanted everything to be fair. You saw the silent wonder in his eyes, so you helped to quieten his curiosities. Laying back on the bed, your arms folded beneath your head, legs swinging lazily as they hung off the bed.

Ron licked his lips slowly before moving closer to you. His palms found the space beside your shoulders on the mattress. Lowering himself down, he tipped his head to the side, glasses falling along the bridge of his nose. You reached up and pushed them back into their rightful place before inhaling deeply. In comparison to forwardness, Ron was the more shy one between him and his brother.

You leaned in and kissed him softly, fingertips gliding along his back muscles until they found his lower back. Rolling him over slowly, you straddled his waist and pulled your lips in. The man laid beneath you with a warm look, eyes shining. He wanted this so badly, and you definitely did too. Moving your hands to your blouse, you slowly rolled the shirt up and off of your body before throwing it to the floor.

Ron Kray was a rough lover. The absolutely opposite of Reggie. But he was just as frantic. Feverish. Desperate. You felt like his ultimate goal was to break you in half. Unlike his brother, who left you desperate to suck in gulps of air, Ron forced you to. His hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing it as he fucked you senseless. Being quiet was impossible. The sounds that left your lips were broken and frayed, noises that shouldn’t leave any person’s lips. You’d had several kinds of sex before, but apparently rough sex wasn’t one of them. Because this, this was unimaginable. The bed beneath you creaked so loudly, it sounded like the springs were going to break and the mattress would topple to the floor. Ron was an absolute beast, groaning and grunting about how good it felt to be buried inside you. You couldn’t even look at him, your eyes had rolled to the back of your head. You felt useless, like you weren’t able to do anything to help him feel good, but you weren’t in control. Ron left you feeling numb, suffocating from how good - what an understatement - he was making you feel.

You were sure violet had woken up. You were positive she was sitting in her room with her hands clamped over her ears as she tried her hardest to drown out the sounds coming from the room above hers. And you were positive that her attempts were all failures because the pair of you were loud enough to wake the neighbor’s next door. Ron hammered himself inside you as if he were trying to implant himself there permanently. You swore he’d gone the hardest and deepest anyone ever had. Reggie had been the best you’d ever had that morning — and now you didn’t know. Reggie was the tenderest and Ron was the roughest and both of those were important to have. When your body couldn’t take anymore and Ron’s couldn’t either, the pair of you had given in to the tingling sensation that built up in your bellies and spread to your groins. You were just a mess of tangled limbs, which moaned and groaned out their appreciation for one another.

Ron’s body was warm as you snuggled up against him. Head laid upon his head, you stroked the hairs that stuck out from his upper body absentmindedly. His lips traced your forehead, whisper’s soft as he ensured that you were alright. You were — for the most part. But he’d drained you of all the energy in your body, so you were exhausted. Falling asleep in someone’s arms was foreign to you, so tonight, you really cherished the feeling, face pressed against his neck and legs tangled with his own. You swore you heard him tell you that he loved you, but maybe that had just been wishful thinking in your exhausted state of mind. Nevertheless, you sleepily whispered it back.

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Morning was a little awkward. You were sat at the table with Ron, legs crossed beneath the table as violet stared at you with a look of uncertainty. She’d spent majority of her night trying to forget the god-awful sounds implanted in her brain. You fidgeted beneath her stare. Ron was unbothered. He cradled a newspaper in his hand, legs spread wide as he lazily rotated his mug of coffee in his other hand. Guiding the hot liquid to his lips, he took a sip before looking toward you when he sensed your constant urge to glance toward him. He cocked a brow, a silent question to see if you were alright. You smiled lazily before nodding. He returned the gesture, a short nod.

The sound of the door opening and then slamming shut filled the house. Reggie Kray came strolling into the kitchen. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, back stiff from standing all night and he was ready to crash. He licked his full pink lips as his eyes roamed his family, but when his gaze fell on you, he felt a sense of comfort. He moved around the table and leaned in to give you a very soft kiss.

“Morning, love.” He spoke out gruffly. “You sleep alright?” His question was asked as he moved to the corner to pour himself a cup of coffee. Violet stared at you with accusing eyes, stunned that one of her son’s had shared a bed with you and the other had just greeted you with a kiss. Were you cheating on one of them?

“I did, yes.” You twisted around in your seat. “You look like you didn’t sleep at all.”

Ron wore a little smile at the fact that you’d slept good. He took credit for that seeing as he’d rubbed your back for the entirety of the night.

“I didn’t.” He yawned to prove his point. Grabbing a mug, he filled it to the rim before inhaling deeply. Turning to face you, he smiled softly. “But I’m going to go catch up on some if you want to join me?” Ron’s eyes lifted at the invitation. He looked to you and you looked to him.

“I’m off to the club.” Ron alerted the room. His discreet way of telling you that he didn’t mind. The chair groaned beneath him as he folded the paper up and set it to the side. He finished off his cup of coffee before rising. Kissing his mother’s cheek, he grasped his coat and made his way from the room. You folded your arms before standing. He was really going to have to learn how to bid you goodbye.

“Ron.” You called out before standing. Moving from the room, you rushed after him before hurriedly pinching his sleeve before he could make it out the door. “Where’s my kiss?” You spoke when he looked to you. His lips twitched, heart thumping excitedly against his chest. He twisted around fully so he could pull your little body against his. You received a, soft, lingering kiss before he told you he’d be back tonight. It was comforting to always be around at least one of them. Waving goodbye, you closed the door and twisted the lock before moving back into the kitchen to be with Reggie.

“Nap time?” He smiled slowly, hand extending toward you. You took it happily, eyes roaming his handsome features before you nodded.

“Nap time.”

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Reggie slept for most of the day. And although that was good for him, you’d been wide awake. Playing with his hair as he slept, counting his breaths and straining your ears for the little sounds he made in his sleep, it was a great way to spend the day. You read. You snacked. It was so peaceful. It was only when Ron came in around 6 that Reggie decided to wake up and as typical as it was, you’d fallen asleep when the three of you had gone to the living room. It was fair in your defense. Ron had kept you up all night and when Reggie was ready to go to bed, you’d just gotten up, so, curled up on the sofa with your big bears only meant you felt safe. Warm. Protected. Sleepy. Ron’s lap was your pillow and Reggie’s was the remainder of your bed.

Reggie set his hand on your calf, absentmindedly caressing the soft skin beneath his fingertips as he leaned his head back against the sofa. The conversations had subsided between the brothers now, all that could be heard was the tv, quietly playing in the corner. Neither of the men were watching it. Ron was captivated by the way your chest rose and fell with your quiet breaths and Reggie was staring at the ceiling, thinking over how the rest of this little agreement was going to go. Who’s bed would you share tonight?

“Reg,” Ron leaned over and nudged his brother. “don’t wake her, mate, she’s had a long fucking night.” His eyes fell to Reggie’s fingers which refused to cease their caresses as they moved higher and higher. A low growl left Ron’s throat before he shook his head and looked down at you. If you woke, upset that you’d been pulled from slumber, it was his brother that would be chewed out, so he didn’t try to halt Reggie again. Adjusting the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, he lazily ran his fingers through your hair. You sleepily began to shift when Reggie’s fingers moved even higher. His fingers were warm against your hot skin, featherlight as they continued on their journey, all the way up to the end of your skirt. Reggie couldn’t help but smirk to himself and Ron couldn’t help but watch. He didn’t think it was right to be fiddling with you when you were trying to get some rest, but he kept quiet. Reggie’s fingers grazed the edge of your skirt before, without warning, moved beneath it. Both men looked to your features when a shaky sigh escaped your lips. Your thighs adjusted on Reggie’s lap before your head lulled to the side, heavy breaths wafting over Ron’s crotch. He kept himself tamed though, eyes locked on to the tv now so he wasn’t forced to watch the way your parted lips nearly skimmed his groin. Or the way your breaths shook audibly, effectively visible through the shakes of your chest. Or even the way Reggie’s fingers inched all the way up to your underwear. His eyes closed.

Reggie chuckled lowly as he moved his thumb along your inner thigh. “Look at her.” The man spoke up. “So fucking beautiful, isn’t she.” Reggie’s fingers hooked in your underwear and in one easy, swift movement, the fabric was rolled down your thighs and to your knees. “She’s got no idea what she’s signed up for, dating both of us.” Reggie continued to mumble. His hand slid back inside your skirt, fingers very gentle as they brushed along your slit.

“And what’s that, right, suppose to mean?” Ron looked to Reggie with a furrowed brow before letting his gaze fall back to you when you moaned out softly. A look of concern was plastered on Ron’s face before he looked back to his brother when he repeated the action. Your hips sunk toward his hand and your back arched lightly. Ron laid his hand on your belly to keep ahold of you, preventing you from falling off the sofa. Reggie wore a devilish smirk, continuing to run his digit along your slit and teasingly flick his finger over your increasingly sensitive clit.

“She likes that, mate, look at her.” Reggie grumbled lowly as he watched your peaceful expression morph into one of concentration. Your shaped brows pulled together and your mouth fell open slightly. A little whimper escaped you then, but neither man could tell if it was from pleasure or frustration from being drawn out of your sleep. Ron grumbled incoherently before moving his hand along your stomach. His thumb grazed the bottom of your blouse, tempted to tug the thing loose from its tucked away position inside the waistband of your skirt. “I didn’t mean nothing by that, right, I just meant you’re pretty horny, aren’t you?” Reggie elbowed his brother before clearing his throat as he leaned back against the couch, fingers falling away from you for only a second. The little whimper that left your lips was all the man needed to hear though to give confirmation that you wanted him to continue. The pad of his thumb found your clit and he gently began to rub lazy circles around the bundle of nerves. He didn’t want to wake you, he just wanted to toy with you while you slept.

“Ease up on her, mate, she’s fucking sleeping.” Ron sighed heavily. He wasn’t bothered because of what Reggie was doing, he was just contemplating how you’d respond. And of all the different scenarios that played out in his head, he doubted the one that he wanted to happen most would happen.

“Would you be quiet?” Reggie exhaled louder than he meant to.

“I don’t want you to upset her.” Ron shot a glare toward his brother.

“And how do you, mate, fucking know what she won’t like? Right, maybe she’s been dreaming of me doing this very exact thing to her?” Reggie’s eyes rolled and Ron’s did the same.

“Yeah, that makes a fuck ton of sense, doesn’t it. She’s been daydreaming of being finger-fucked on the sofa while trying to sleep? Christ.” Ron moved his hand to your cheek, tracing your skin slowly before his thumb moved to your lower lip. He supposed between himself and his brother, he fell under the ‘more jealous’ category. He didn’t know where this internal struggle was coming from, but he pressed his lips together to silence himself from arguing with Reggie any further. “Do what you want, mate.” Reggie lifted a brow before doing exactly that.

“I think we’ll soon find out if she likes it or not.” His pointer finger, hidden by your skirt, slid to your entrance. He traced the wet space, caressing it before he slowly inserted his finger into you. Your lashes fluttered before your droopy eyes opened in surprise. Both men were staring down at you with curious gazes. There was no anger on your face or frustration in your gaze, just a pure expression of confusion. And then you felt it. Reggie adjusted his finger inside you, lips twisting upwards when your eyes fluttered shut. You moaned out breathily, small hand moving to the one Ron had laid on your belly. Gripping on to him, you opened your legs further, small foot digging into the couch. Arching your back in the slightest, you shifted to get comfy before moving your free hand south to Reggie’s. His finger thrusted at a steady pace, eyes glued to your expression as you took on a hazy, blissed out look. You leaned up on your elbow, balancing on Ron’s thigh. The big bear-like man looked so innocent, sat beneath you with nothing more than his palm on your tummy. You gripped his collar gently and drew him forward so that he’d kiss you. He did so without complaint. His mouth moved against yours, slow, matching the pace of Reggie’s touch. Both men drew the moans from your parted lips, eyes closed and fingers wrapping around Reggie’s tighter. His free finger moved to your clit, rubbing it simultaneously which drew a shaky gasp from your lips. Crying out breathily against Ron’s lips, your head fell to his shoulder, hips dipping and rocking toward the hand inside your skirt. Ron’s hand moved along your stomach, steadying you so you still didn’t fall from the couch. He stared at you with admiration floating in his gaze. He loved you. They both did.

“My god..” You moaned out pleadingly. “Is this.. how I get to wake up every night that I take a nap on the sofa?” Your words were broken and breathy, causing the twins to strain their ears to hear you. They exchanged a smirk before watching you again. There was a hitch in your breath and a shake in your shoulders. Your head tipped back, lower lip disappearing into your mouth so you could suckle on the pink flesh harshly. Ron moved his hand to your cheek, guiding your lips back to his so he could muffle the cry he knew was going to leave your lips. The last thing they needed was to wake their darling mother. Your moans were effectively stifled as you climaxed. Your thighs pressed together tightly, trapping Reggie’s hand in place so you could draw out the delicious feeling that spread throughout your body.

Reggie and Ron were completely infatuated with the little spasms coming from your body. Reggie was focused on the way your insides clenched around him, twitching and clinging, Ron was breathing heavily from the breathless kiss you’d given him. Both men were stuck, gazing at you. ‘Staring is impolite’ their mother had warned, but neither of them could find the self-control to look away. When Reggie pulled his fingers away and Ron straightened, you sat up, body feeling like jello. You whimpered out before slowly standing on unsteady legs.

“I’ll be right back.” You excused yourself. Both men found you to be too innocent for your own good, externally at least. Your appearance, so young looking. So naive. But you weren’t. You were smart, brave, a good girl with a side to her that could be quite scary if you wanted it to be. Reggie folded his arms, eyes falling to the end of your skirt as it bounced against your thighs. You left the room with a feverish temperature flooding your body. Ron watched the sway of your hips, eyes glazing over with a tint of lust. Which man would get to take you to bed? Nobody knew, but you were going to leave it up to the boy’s. You really didn’t mind. Both men had an equal space in your heart. Half for Ron, and half for Reggie.

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Do you know about the hanahaki disease in which the victim coughs up flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. It ends when the beloved returns their feelings (romantic love only; strong friendship is not enough), or when the victim dies. How about mc having this condition because she thought that it was a one sided love from her to jumin. Can you make this angsty please because I love to see a desperate jumin

im p sure this is the same person so for that ur getting hcs and also bc my brain is fried

Reader is female

CW (CONTENT WARNING): Violence, blood, Hanahaki disease AU

- The RFA is a circle of dumbasses and you were unlucky to join these band of idiots. Jaehee for sure isn’t included in the band of idiots and Saeyoung is on neutral ground.

- When a person creates a cult, suffers from a mental illness, kidnaps and threatens you on multitude occasions… that’s like more than one reason to not trust Rika again? It’s beyond you that people would still believe Rika to have changed when clearly she has you on her shit list. You would think that Jumin might have qualms about her joining the RFA again but to your horror, he accepted her with open arms.

- Two coughs, then purple hyacinth petals fell on the floor.

- It felt like the RFA was back in its prime and you didn’t exist. Despite her aloofness, Rika made it look like all of your efforts before the Mint Eye fiasco look like nothing. You just stay at the sidelines, watching Rika interact with the ones you love as you cough up petals. It becomes especially worse when you see how Jumin looks at Rika with a softness in his eyes.

- You had your heart set out for Jumin. The aloof heir to a huge company made your insides flutter with petals. The purple petals matched him greatly but the color doesn’t match well with your blood. You hated it. You hated whatever god made this disease and you hated that your love is the most oblivious man on earth.

- Speaking of shit list, Rika obviously sees you as a threat against her. So together with Mint Eye, they kidnap you in your sleep. It’s scary that you’ve become desensitized to threats after your time with the RFA that you tried to fight back against your offenders (even going so far as to insult the blonde bitch for not staying dead) but they strapped you on a chair in a dungeon and you soon let God take the wheel.

- It didn’t take long for the RFA to connect the dots but they didn’t want to believe it, especially Jumin. They just had Rika back; their main reason for bringing this dysfunctional family together. Yet they remember how after her, you immediately took her place and made them see the light. Rika may have created this family but you were the one who treated them as equals and glued them back together.

- Mint Eye was unforgiving to you. They knew about your disease and they exploited that beautifully. Rika sitting on your lap and whispering how she was Jumin’s first crush, how the RFA would never find you when they have her back, and how you’re just a replacement to the group that had you vomit blood and petals. They could practically fill a small jar but you wouldn’t tell Rika that: you wouldn’t tell her that you wanted to scream from the hammer slamming against your temple, you didn’t tell her that it was practically hellfire when they smashed your fingers and toes. You didn’t want to give Mint Eye the satisfaction that attacking your insecurities made you crumble.

- It felt like years but soon, Mint Eye’s hideout was found out by Saeyoung and armed men came in and stormed the place. They never saw it coming as they shot down most of the Mint Eye members and took down Rika and restraining her. You didn’t bother to watch the blonde getting feral at all her plans failing, you just shut your eyes that you can finally fall asleep from all the pain.

- Back in the hospital that the RFA had close ties to, he frequents your room each day. He grimaces at the blood around your mouth, head, fingers, and toes as his eyes especially honed in on the purple petals. He knew of the Hanahaki disease, he just didn’t think that you would still have them. The doctors had said that your chance of survival was made slimmer because of the flowers in your lungs and Jumin can’t help but wonder who was the damned soul to not answer your feelings.

- When he complained to the chat, it was like a miracle that the entire RFA just typed in ‘They like you sir/dumbass/Jumin’ and sent it all at the same time. It definitely made both of you dodge a bullet though. It made things so much easier when you recover.

- It was a nice wake-up call from your anesthesia-induced sleep to see Jumin sitting at your side, looking as though someone had sneezed at Elizabeth the 3rd’s direction. When he realizes you were awake, he sucked in a breath and had told you something that made smashing your fingers worth it.

- “MC, I know that the RFA had been too cruel to you, especially me. We-I didn’t want you to feel like that we’ve forgotten about you or your condition. I take full responsibility for what transpired and for that, I apologize for it. I know that what I’m about to say is more stress on your shoulders but I have to say this before your condition worsened…

- I love you so much. I love you even before we even met face-to-face and I hope that you’ll have me.”

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side-effect-of-the-meds · 5 years

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Okay so its okay if u dont do this, i underdstand but if ever you do im wondering what Aaron's reaction is once he finds out what happened to Erin? Im just desperate for twinyards. How does he take it and will he ever find out what happened to her in all those foster homes and her scars?

Sorry this took so long, love! You’ve probably lost interest but here’s the answer anyway. I’ve got another request for Twinyards so I’m saving the scars bit for that.

They were only playing around when it happened. Katelyn had been riling Aaron up since he’d walked through the door, teasing him, laughing at him. The breaking point had been when she started to tickle him.

“Katelyn, stop,” he gasped through fits of laughter.

“Say please,” she cooed. Aaron could barely catch his breath, let alone say please. Instead, he caught her by her wrists and flipped her over so he sat straddling her. Pinning her arms down on either side of her face he closed the distance between the two of them. He speckled kisses all over her face. Katelyn laughed at the ridiculous display of affection from him. As he pulled back, he saw her face flushed with her arms pinned on either side. Her long blonde hair had come unbound and was splayed across the white bedsheets. Suddenly, the sheets were soaked red. The hands pinning her down weren’t his own. They were far too big to be his. Drawing his gaze back to Katelyn’s face, it wasn’t Katelyn he had pinned down. In her place was a face identical to his own, haloed by pale gold hair. Tears streamed down the girl’s face. Manic laughter echoed through Aaron’s head.

“Erin!” he shrieked as he toppled off the bed. Scrambling backward, he felt his back hit the door. Aaron felt as if there were chains binding his torso. He clawed desperately at his chest, trying to tear off chains that weren’t really there. He couldn’t breathe.

“Aaron. Aaron, it’s me. It’s Katelyn.” Aaron’s gaze snapped up to see Katelyn kneeling a foot in front of him. Her hands were outstretched, hovering around his face. He grabbed them and cupped them around his face. Sobs wracked his body and he felt Katelyn get closer. She dropped a hand from his face and wrapped her arm around him. She drew him into her lap. Aaron didn’t know how long he sat there crying, only that Katelyn didn’t leave him the entire time.

It had been three weeks since Erin had been shipped off to Easthaven. Aaron hadn’t even known that she was leaving. Josten had been the one to tell him. The words had barely left her mouth before he’d shot out of his chair, knocking it over in the process. He’d torn down the hall and flung open the front door. Aaron had run all the way down the street before collapsing to his knees. Digging his hands into the ground, he ripped hunks of grass out and screamed up at the sky. He curled up in a ball and lay there for a few seconds, minutes, hours. Something nudged him and he turned to look up. A hand had appeared out of the sky. For half a second, Aaron thought it was God coming to save him from his misery. It was only Josten. He smacked her hand away and got to his feet on his own. Trudging back to the house, he wiped the tears from his eyes. He smeared snot all over his shirt sleeve but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“What did you think running was going to accomplish?” Josten asked him when she found him searching for answers at the bottom of a bottle of Jack Daniels. Aaron just stared at the floor.

“Why are you different?” he whispered. He looked over at Josten. A frown creased her brow. “I know you’re not that stupid,” he spat. “Why does Erin treat you differently? What makes you so special? Why does she do things for you?”

Now it was Josten’s turn to avoid his gaze. He watched as she shrunk into her sweater. No. Not hers. The sweater she wore belonged to Erin, a Christmas present from Nicky. He had watched his sister chuck it in Josten’s face before they’d left for the drive out here. After a few endless minutes, she finally answered. “Because we’re the same,” she whispered.

“What do you mean?” Aaron asked. With a sigh, Ania told him about men with sharp smiles and roaming hands. She told him about their stale alcohol breath and the weight of them bearing down on her. She told him about a boy in Millport that’s shoved her up against the lockers so many times that she’d lost count. Tears slipped from Aaron’s eyes against his will. Little by little, the pieces of the puzzle clicked together.

“That’s why you never come near us,” Aaron said softly as she finished her story. He watched the slow nod of her head. “Josten.” Her eyes remained glued to the floor. “Ania,” he said. Slowly, she dragged her gaze up to meet his. “I hate you but I won’t ever hurt you,” he said. A small smile tinged her lips. Aaron could have sworn his soul left his body. Even tired and broken, Ania Josten was stunning. Not as stunning as Katelyn, of course, but she had her appeal.

“Erin would kill you if you tried,” she replied. Aaron huffed a laugh. She was right. Brother or not, Erin would never stand for him doing anything even remotely resembling what the two of them had survived. “You know, it’s 2 a.m., right?” Aaron cursed softly and Ania’s smile grew. “Get to bed. I’ll drive us home in the morning.” Aaron let her take the bottle from him and trudged up the stairs alone. He felt a shard of pain wrench his heart as he passed Erin’s room. Collapsing into his bed, he let his exhaustion drag him into sleep. That night he dreamt of dark red blood smeared across golden hair and pale wrists.

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Loving his sister was undoubtedly the hardest thing Aaron had ever done. In the three years that he’d known her, she had always shut him out. A lot of it made sense now. Her last brother had been a disgusting excuse for a human being. How could she expect Aaron to be any better? Sitting in the booth at the diner, Aaron found himself resenting the fact that all the Foxes were together. As soon as Erin was out of the picture, Kevin and his cousin had started cozying up to the upperclassmen. A pang of guilt always stuck him in the gut as he felt the Katelyn’s arm wind around his waist. As soon as Erin was out of the picture, he’d started cozying up with Katelyn in front of the others too. Didn’t that make him just as bad? That night he let Katelyn kiss him until his brain couldn’t form a single coherent thought.

Laying beside her, he traced patterns across her exposed stomach. All of the cheerleaders were pure lean muscle. All except Katelyn. Unknown to most, her uniform hid a layer of fat on her abdomen. Katelyn had been self-conscious about taking her shirt off in front of him the first time but it hadn’t taken him long to convince her he loved it just as much as the rest of her.

“Why wouldn’t I?” he’d asked. “It’s the world’s most heavenly pillow.” Katelyn’s bright laughter had filled the room as he rested his chin on it. Staring up at her, Aaron was convinced that he was staring right at the sun. Being so close to the sun would only burn him up and Aaron knew it. Hearing her laughter, Aaron decided that he wouldn’t mind if it was for her.

Now as she lay sleeping, Aaron felt soft and sleepy himself. Warmth bloomed in his chest at the sound of her murmuring his name softly in her sleep. A thought cut through his sleep-addled brain. Could Erin ever have this?

Aaron knew that his sister deserved someone who loved her more than anyone he’d ever met. But who? Kevin definitely wasn’t good enough for her. Matt seemed fond of her but that didn’t seem quite right either. Erin needed someone who understood what she’d been through. Someone who wouldn’t push her any further than she was willing to go. She needed someone who’d whisper her name like a prayer.

There is someone, Aaron realized. His thoughts turned to a person with a smile that could easily light the stadium all on its own. A person who always took no for an answer, and so, was never denied a single request. A person who he’d once heard whisper, ‘Jude’ in her sleep like the prayer of a sinner on her deathbed.

Loving Erin Jude Minyard was damnation itself. Aaron knew his sister was all hard lines and sharp edges. She was all vice with no discernible virtue but Aaron didn’t care. He had spent his entire life feeling sorry for himself, believing that there wasn’t a soul in the world more deserving of salvation than his own. From the moment he’d laid eyes on the empty shell of a person that Erin was, he’d known he was wrong. Never before had Aaron felt such shame as he did when he realized the depth of his own selfishness.

Being raised by a drug-addict and her endless string of short term boyfriends only bought Aaron so many concessions and he knew he’d used them up long ago. Aaron’s self-centeredness had hurt more people than he cared to admit. He was no saint and he didn’t have any intention of becoming one. Still, some small part of him wondered if he lived out the remainder of his life trying to make amends for all he’d done before maybe, just maybe, he’d get to glimpse his sister standing behind the gates of heaven on his way down to hell.

The next morning at practice, he watched a girl who’d once outshone the sun collapse into herself like a dying star, sucking up every shard of light and joy as she went. Watching her, Aaron began to think he’d found the only person who cared more for his sister than he did. Erin deserved better. He was sure of it but they were Foxes. They’d never get what they deserved. Settling for less was an art form that every one of them had been forced to master.

Screwing his eyes shut, he prayed with sincerity for the first time in a long time. “Please,” he whispered. “Just let my sister be happy. Even if it’s with Josten. With Ania.”

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non-stop-imagines · 5 years

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Baby Daddy Stark (Part 1)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Black!Reader

Word Count:1405

A/N: Soooooooooo, yo gurl is an impulse writer! Nah, but I have had this idea for a couple weeks now and so here it is! It’s probably something completely different than what y’all were expecting, but hopefully its still good. I’ll just say that it won’t take Tony very long to assume fatherly duties. Anyway, enjoy!

Warnings: Gets a bit steamy, mentions of alcohol, but is just a background chapter overall.

“Travis, get your shoes on we’re leaving in 2 minutes.” You shout to your 10 year old son from your room as you secure your small hoop earring and then fluff your hair a bit in the mirror, fixing the bandana you had tied around your head. You exit your room and head to the large open living room of your three bedroom ranch style home in Upstate New York. You pass by your son who was finishing tying his shoes, tossing his loose dark brown curls. He was considerably light considering your deeper brown complexion, but his hair was just as dark as yours, and his eyes were a lighter brown, so you were able to see the color in any light. You didn’t notice your son’s gaze glued to the television until you turn to look at him while you pull on your jacket, following his line of sight, your eyes land on the image of your son’s hero, Tony Stark. You look back at your son a watch his eyes light up with admiration. You take a deep breath and fix your face, knowing that you had places to be and no time to sit and wallow in the past.

“Trav, it’s time to go. Turn the tv off and grab your bat bag.” You held the door open to the brisk fall air and watch your son trot outside to the car, then close and lock the door behind him.

Flashback (10 years ago, 2008)

You clumsily stumble into a large hotel, quickly being sucked in by the crowd and being carried away from your friends, who you were out with to celebrate graduating college. You are a bit more than slightly intoxicated, so the extravagance of whatever celebration going on was disorienting. After continuing to wander for a bit longer, you bump into someone, a man just slightly taller than you with dark hair. He turn around allowing you a glimpse of his brown eyes. His facial features looked as though they had time to mature and settle, trimmed facial hair surrounded his chin, and when he smiled at you and the sides of his eyes crinkled, indicating that he was indeed older than you by a slightly considerable amount. He put his hand out and you uncoordinatedly grasp onto it, being gently pulled into the man’s vicinity so he can speak to you.

“What’s your name?” He says in your ear then pulls back to flash you the most charming but childlike smile.

“Y-Y/N. What’s yours?” You slurred to him, trying to flash an equally as charming smile, but not knowing that it made it even more obvious your intoxication level. If you were sober, you would have notice the slight instance in which the man was confused as to why you asked his name, but nonetheless he answered.

“Tony. Tony Stark.” He chuckles when your eyes grow to the size of saucers, now realizing who you bumped into.

“Oh my god! Tony Stark! I love you! You were practically my only reference for my senior thesis. I just graduated with a bachelor's degree in Biomedical Engineering.” You drunkenly ramble, unknowingly trying to keep yourself from tipping over.

“Huh, pretty and smart? You the whole package aren’t you kid?” He laughs with an even large smile on his face. He takes a moment to study you, noting the flow of your shoulder length braids, your smile lines that are prominent by your eyes, the way your deep brown skin glowed underneath the moving lights, and your dark chocolate brown eyes twinkling with amazement from being face to face with a celebrity.

“Y-yeah, I guess.” You chuckle nervously. Your heart rate increases as Tony brings his face closer to you, getting close to your ear. You feel your face heat slightly as his shallow breaths caressed your ear.

“Let’s go somewhere where we can be alone.” He whispers in your ear, loud enough to cut through the volume of the party around you two. He backs up and put his hand out, making you impulsively grab it, and then absentmindedly follow him out of the extravagantly large ballroom the party was being held in to an elevator, putting all of your attention on him, not caring about what button he pressed.

“Where are we going?” You look up at him, melting into his touch as he lightly presses his hand on the small of your back then moving to your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“My room.” He nonchalantly states, looking at you. “That okay with you?” he asks after feeling you tense up. You just look up at him and nod, giving him a still nervous grin. Eventually you made it to Tony’s penthouse suite, and you watch as he swipes the card to let you two in and turns on the light, revealing the large living room area, consisting of a couch set, coffee table, and tv, a kitchenette adjacent to the area, not even focusing on the amount of extra furniture around the room. There was a window that spanned the entire back wall behind the tv, and two doors against the wall closest next to the front door, but closer to the window, which you assume is to the bedroom and bathroom.

“Wow.” Dripped from your mouth in amazement as you continued to examine the room.

“Perks of being a billionaire, I guess.” He flashes a billion dollar smile to you making you giggle nervously. “So, listen,” his speech is slightly slurred, something you hadn’t noticed when you were down in the party. “I know I have a reputation, but I definitely wouldn’t make you do something that you don’t want to.” He stops from the abrupt connection of your lips to his neck, and the light touch of your hands as you brush off his suit jacket.

“Whatever do you mean, Mr. Stark?” You ask, letting the alcohol in your system take over, kissing his neck again, this one earning a small groan.

“You’re sure about this, Ms…” Tony pushes you away the slightest bit, looking you in the eyes.

“Just call me Y/N.” your voice dripped with lust you’ve never felt before. “And yes, I’m absolutely sure.” You begin to unbutton his shirt, then look back up at him to be met with a mischievous grin. In no time at all, Tony crashes his lips into yours, feeling you all over, reaching for the zipper on your back while swiftly leading you to the bedroom. No more words were exchanged outside of that bedroom for the rest of the night.

(The next morning)

You reach next to you and grab a handful of comforter where you expected Tony to be. After feeling the area and trying to listen for any movement in the hotel room, you open your eyes, temporarily blinded by the sunlight pouring through the blinds. You look around the room and see your clothes in a pile in front of the bed, and next to you a note and about ten $20 bills. You open the piece of paper:

Sorry had to go. Here’s some money for breakfast and a cab. Had fun last night ;-)

You crumble the paper up and chuck it at the trash can in the corner of the room, then furiously climb out of bed and put you clothes on, and from that moment you vowed to always have a burning hatred for Tony Stark.

(Out of Flashback)

“Alright Travis, I’ll be out there in a minute. Go to your teammates, okay baby?” You stopped at the entrance of the baseball complex and looked back at your son.

“Alright, mama.” He beams and quickly climbs out the SUV.

You go to find a parking spot, and once you do you park and pull out your phone, scrolling through your messages until you see the conversation you have with your best friend, Naomi.

Hey, wanna get drinks tonite?

You type and in no time at all, you receive an answer.

You kno im always down fo drinks, but y tho?

Flashbacks.

You answer simply, looking out to your son who has begun throwing with his teammates.

Oh. Okay, tonite.

With that you put your phone in your purse, hoping out of the car and walking to the trunk, grabbing a lawn chair and a blanket, ready to spend a chunk of the day watching baseball.

Part 2

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #Tony Stark x Black!reader #iron man x reader #iron man imagine #Iron Man #robert downey jr #marvel #marvel imagine

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wellwellwellcometochilis · 7 years

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In Your Dreams ( michael mellxBi! reader)

requested: YEs! “Imagine Michael mell x reader where the reader gets bullied for her bisexuality at school and it comes up when they're playing games in his basement and so he offers her a blunt and it turns into really fluffy smut.... just imagine it “ THIS ONES FOR YOU ANON

tagged: @sincerlyyme and @earlyjunes bc why not

WC: 2163

warnings: lots of fluff, honestly more fluff then smut tbh, Weed use, smut ofc, cursing duh, i like this and i hope you do to ,,,

Since this morning, you knew today was going to be shitty. First, your alarm didn’t go off. Then, you fell ass-first into the toilet, after your younger brother had left the seat up AGAIN. To make matters worse you had missed the bus, forcing you to speed walk to school in the pouring rain. When you had finally gotten to school, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and realized that it hadn't charged whatsoever that night. Jesus Christ, what else could go wrong?

You scurried to the bathroom and jumped when you saw yourself in the mirror. You looked yourself and decided to start fixing your hair, turning the water on and flattening it the best you could. Content with your sudden handiwork, you headed towards the door. Before you could reach the handle, the door was suddenly pushed open, making you jump back in surprise. You grounded yourself before looking up to see who had just borderline assaulted you. You wish you hadn't come to school today. Fucking, of COURSE, she just HAPPENED to walk in. Standing in front of you was none other than the infamous Chloe Valentine and her two shadows.

"Wow, look who it is girls." Chloe grimaced letting a sinister smile spread on her face. Not again. "So (y/n) have you decided to pick a side yet? Or do you still want to be known as the school whore?" You didn’t respond, your eyes glued to your shuffling sneakers, tears begging to fall. "Oh, no Chloe!" Brooke teased. "She's gonna start whiiiinnnniiiinnngg." You sniffled and started to shake. "What a fucking slut, I bet you and that fucking weirdo boyfriend of yours have threesomes huh? I thought so you fucking whore." They all started to laugh and you had had enough, you bolted towards the door, but not before Chloe tripped you on the way out. You fell face first into the hallway and struggled to stand up again. When you regained balance, you ran from the bathroom. You could still hear their laughing echoing through the now empty halls. When had the bell rang? You raced to your first class with tears in your eyes, you looked worse when you had walked in your class. You saw your seat and raced towards it. Either your teacher didn’t notice, or he didn’t care that you were late. You weren't complaining. You immediately turned to look at your boyfriend, Michael. You locked eyes and he shot you a worried look. You just shrugged and turned around to face the front. You immediately felt bad and put your head on your desk.

You were woken up by a warmth on your shoulder, shaking gently. You sat up and looked over. "Hey, what happened?" You could hear the worry in his voice. You sighed deeply and rubbed your eyes. " I don’t really want to talk about it right now…basement?" he understood your request and smiled softly. You smiled back and reached out for his hand, squeezing softly.

The rest of the day was just as bad as bad as your morning, if not worse. It was as if the world was taunting you by making you trip during lunch and making you forget the countless homework assignments that you slaved hours over the night before. Needless to say, the final bell was the sweet release from hell you’ve been waiting for. You busted out of the school doors racing towards the familiar PT Cruiser that was your ticket out of this god-forsaken place. Thankfully, Michael was already inside jamming to the beats flowing from his stereo. You waited there for a moment watching him in absolute bliss. His eyes were closed and his lips were parted. You sighed and pulled open the passenger side door. Sliding into the seat was practically second nature to you, something you were highly fond of. He reached over and turned down the radio, settled back into his seat and looked over at you for a moment. You turned as well locking eyes with him once more. "Operation:' I love (Y/N)' is a go. Over. Do you copy? Over." He lifted the collar of his jacket and spoke into it as if were a walkie-talkie. You mimicked his action spoke into your shirt. "Operation is a go. Over." You giggled as he grabbed your hand and started to rub circles. You sighed. You were feeling better already. When you had finally gotten to his house, he jumped out of his car and ran to your side, quickly opening the door before you had the chance to. You smiled at him. "Wow, I feel like Oprah." You faked swooned and stepped out of the car kissing Michael on the nose before heading for the front door. "PLEASE, your WAYY better than Oprah. Plus you love bread a lot more than she does." "Ouch. But fair point". You bumped his side and opened the door. You raced downstairs and immediately flopped onto his bed. Footsteps were heard coming down stairs but you didn’t move a muscle. Content with your false state of security, based on how soft Michael's comforter was. "Jeez, if you wanted to get in my bed this quickly, we could have skipped school," He said with a chuckle. You visibly tensed at the memory of what had happened earlier that day. He noticed and came to sit by you. "Hey, I'm sorry (Y/N), did I say something to upset you? I'm really sorry." You sat up and leaned your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. He kissed your forehead let his lips linger. He squeezed your side again, as a way to get you to talk. So you did. You told him everything that happened to you. From the alarm to the bathroom incident. When you had finally finished spilling, he wrapped his other arm around you and rubbed circles on your back. "Hey" He broke the silence. "Fuck those girls (Y/N). You are amazing and beautiful and the best this that’s ever happened to me, never forget that." You nodded and sunk into his warmth. You closed your eyes. A few minutes passed before he spoke again. "What are your thinking about babe?" " I'm thinking about how I'm about to beat your ass in Mario Kart." He smiled against your head and laughed. "Not while I'm sober you're not." He reached under his bed and pulled out a tattered up shoe box. He opened it and immediately started to roll a blunt. You got up and headed towards the TV, crouching down and setting up the game console. When you were content with the setup you crawled over to your bean bag and plopped down into it, practically melting for the second time today. When Michael was finished with his handiwork. He followed suit and sat next to you. Grabbing his controller and placing it in his lap. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. He paused for a moment and looked over at you. You noticed and looked over at him. His face was red and unsure. "Do you want a hit?" You were surprised, to say the least. You didn’t have anything against weed, it's just that you never had the chance to try it before. Of course, you had been in a similar situation with Michael before, he just had never offered you it before? You were brought out of your thoughts when Michael started to panic. You didn’t realize how silent you had been. "O-ONLY IF YOU WANT TO?? ITS JUST THAT YOU’VE HAD A PRETTY BAD DAY AND I THOUGHT THIS WOULD HELP??" You placed your hand on his knee to calm him down. He stopped and turned his head to look at you. You squeezed his leg and took a deep breath. You were doing this. This was it. " Michael Mell it would be an honor to get high with you." You spoke softly and calmly. That set Michael off. "Really? Because I don’t want to like peer pressure you or anything?" "No, I'm sure babe, let's do it." You leaned over and placed a quick kiss on his cheek. You pulled back and he nodded. "Um, I'm gonna take the first hit and then I'll teach you how to do it, cool?" You simply nodded and watched as he lit the end of the blunt. He wrapped his lips around it and closed eyes. His breath was deep and slow. You saw the end of the blunt burn red as he sucked in. When he removed it he looked over to you and blew the smoke into your face. You were engulfed in smoke as you struggled to find oxygen. He laughed. "Ready?" "Ready as I'll ever be."

So here you were, stoned and content. Your body was radiating happiness and warmth. You had just finished your 10th game of Mario Kart and Michael had gone upstairs to find something to drink. You just sat there, sunken into your chair without a care in the world. You now understood the appeal, you could do this all the time. God, you love Michael. Love Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael. Michael has pretty eyes and a pretty face and pretty hair and a pretty voice. WOW. IM DATING Michael!!!

You were so surprised by your new discovery about Michael you didn’t notice him coming downstairs. He scooched closed to you and nudged you with a bottle of water. You jumped and yelped happily when you saw him. So happy in fact that you decided to crawl into his lap and straddle him. He didn’t seem to object so you continued. You grabbed the waters from his hand and placed them on the ground. His hands went to you hips like magnets. You bent down and started to kiss his neck. You made your way up and lingered over his ear breathing deeply. He got chills as your hands moved up his chest. "Thank you for making me feel better babe, I love you so much." You whispered into his ear, causing the grip on your hips to tighten. "Any-anything for you baby, you know I love you " You smirked and started to kiss his neck again. Slower and with more pressure this time, causing a slight grunt escape from his lips. You wiggled your hips against him and he ground against you. "It's getting kind of hot don’t you think?" you pulled back and your hands lingered at the hem of your shirt. Pulling it up slightly. "Hell yeah"

He grabbed your shirt and slowly pulled it off your body. You worked on his belt and pulled it off as soon as you could. You then started pulling off his sweater. His glasses came off with it. Leaving him with an undershirt and jeans. You were about to change that. You started to unbuckle his pants and he reached up to pull your lips on his. You almost got so lost in the kiss that you had forgotten your previous assignment. When you had finally shimmied off his jeans and shirt you two were all over each other. Sloppy kisses and burning skin. A tangle of love and need. He had reached over into his jeans for his wallet, more importantly, a condom. He ripped it open and slid it onto himself, causing a stifled moan to escape his lips. You started to jerk him off slowly, and his head tilted back. His hands went to your breasts as he started to play with them. When you decided you were ready, you pulled yourself over him, using his chest to balance. You watched Michael with half lidded eyes as you slowly lowered yourself onto him. You moaned deep and loud as your hips touched him. You were still for a moment, taking it all in. His hands came from behind and gripped your ass, squeezing lightly. You breathed lightly and started to bounce yourself on him. Hot. Hot. Hot. Michael. Michael. Michael. Your mind was racing as he started to meet your rhythm with equally sloppy thrusts. His moans became erratic as he started to unravel. Your breath became hitched as he put you on edge. "Fuck, Michael...Im gonna-" You were cut off with a moan and a deep thrust. "M-me too baby" You saw stars when you came. Hard. He was fast to follow. You collapsed on him breathing heavily and smiling wide. You listened to his racing heartbeat as his breathing started to slow. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head. "I love you (Y/N), never forget that." "I promise you, I won't". You tilted your head in kissed him deeply. "I love you too Michael". "Now, let's get you cleaned up so I can beat you in Super Smash Bros." "In your dreams, love".

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were-cheetah-stiles · 7 years

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The Recruit (Chapter 22) - Mitch Rapp

Author: @were-cheetah-stiles

Title: “Day 93″

Characters: Mitch Rapp & Reader/OFC

Warnings: Mentions of violence and sexual assault.

Author’s Note: MASSIVE thank you to @thelittlestkitsune for reading this for me weeks ago and unknowingly talking me off a ledge from scrapping this and re-writing it completely. Thank you, Lau, you are a stunning human being, inside and out.

Chapter Twenty-One - Chapter Twenty-Two - Chapter Twenty-Three

At 0600 hours, the trainees gathered in the dining room for breakfast.

At 0645, they filed outside to the gun range to attend their daily morning shooting practice. You had been practicing particularly hard with your Glock.

At 0815, the trainees took their seats for language seminar in The Schoolhouse. That day was an intensive oral test in Arabic. You passed with flying colors. You only showed up to Arabic seminars because Mitch went.

At 1030 hours, Campbell replaced your Arabic instructor, and ran through a grueling lesson in encryption and other technical tradecraft techniques. An in depth discussion of the darknet took your mind off of the eyes that you had been feeling on the back of your head all morning.

At 1300, the trainees filed into the Main House for lunch. You joined Rob, Julian and Reza out on the balcony attached to the dining room, and enjoyed the warming weather.

At 1345, everyone filed back into The Schoolhouse for Spanish lessons. You sat next to Julian and Mitch, and paid close attention since Spanish was a language that you were lacking in your repertoire.

At 1500, Irene had arranged for the Agency's in-house psychiatrist to come in to speak with the trainees about compartmentalization in regards to violence and death in the line of work. Mitch's eyes remained glued to you, because you seemed entirely too interested in what the doctor was saying.

At 1630, Aiden led the group out to the obstacle course, and watched as you all killed yourselves trying to get through it faster and faster each new time.

At 1730, Stan met the trainees in the gym for hand-to-hand combat training. You practiced with Reza and Mitch practiced with Rob.

At 2000, when everyone's bodies were filled with fatigue and scrapes and bruises, Stan released the group to dinner. Mitch sat on the other side of Rob, watching you eat as Rob talked his ear off about a takedown technique that Mitch had used in training earlier.

At 2035, Mitch knocked on your door.

"Hey."

You looked up at him standing in your doorway and your face remained stoic. “Hey.”

“Can I come in?” Mitch asked hesitantly.

"You done icing me out for the day?"

"You done letting Dan walk around here like he never did a single thing to you?" Mitch asked, a mild hint of frustration undercutting his words.

You shook your head and sat up in your bed. "For fucks sake... I get that patience isn't what you're known for, but I thought you understood that this has to be done on my terms, and also... just how sick I am of this conversation."

"I do understand that, but, Y/n/n-"

"No. No 'but'. Telling Stan could affect my career and it could affect my relationship with him. He's basically my father. The thought of telling him how I was overpowered and violated and made to feel dirty and disgusting and..." You trailed off, a scowl resting easily on your face. "I will tell him when the idea of telling him, doesn't make me want to immediately vomit."

Mitch felt guilty for being so short with you the past few days since Dan Brunski had made his uneventful return to The Barn. "I'm sorry."

"I know. I know this is hard for you. Try to remember that it's hard for me too."

Mitch scratched at the hairs on his lip, glanced down and nodded. "I know. I'll try harder."

"Are you sleeping in here tonight?" You asked him, already willing to forget his behavior from the day. You understood that he was acting out of frustration and fear.

"If you'd let me... But Y/n, not on the floor. I want to be with you tonight. I miss you." Tiny wrinkles formed across Mitch's forehead as he whispered those words to his girl, who he had managed to keep at a distance for days.

You smiled softly, cocking your head to the side and resting your cheek on the back of your hand, your arm pressed against your bent knees. "Then come get in bed already..." Your smile widened because you had been waiting for him to come back to you for days.

Mitch sighed in relief and closed the door behind him. He pulled his Glock out of his waistband and placed it on your desk, the place where he usually kept it when he would sleep over, ripped his sweatshirt off over his head, placing it over the back of your desk chair, and walked up to you to kneel beside your bed, snaking his arms across your sheets to grab at you. You giggled and squirmed. Mitch bit his lip and stared up at you. "I have... I promised Rob that I would show him that takedown and then I need to do laundry.. I really need to do laundry."

You pursed your lips to the side and then rolled your eyes playfully. "Fine... I'm tired though so I'm probably going to crash soon. I'll leave the door unlocked?"

Mitch nodded his head against your mattress and then stood. He cupped your cheeks in his hands and pressed his lips against yours. He pulled away and looked in your y/e/c eyes. "I'm crazy about you."

You couldn't even begin to suppress your grin. You stared up at his caramel colored eyes and blushed. It didn’t matter how distant you had felt lately, when Mitch said things that alluded to his real feelings for you, you couldn’t help but be sucked back into the special connection that the two of you shared. "Oh, dear god, Mitch Rapp, if you knew the ways that you made my heart race..." You shook your head in his hands, and connected your lips with his again.

Mitch bit his lip, exhaled through his nose and had to keep himself from saying those three words. He said three other words instead. "You kill me..." He laughed softly. "I'll try not to wake you up when I come in." You nodded, feeling his scruff against your cheek as he kissed you once more, and watched him close your bedroom door behind him.

Mitch carried his laundry basket under his left arm as he walked up to the two of your’s section of the hall. He opened his door, placed the basket on his desk and walked over to your room. He opened the door quietly, the light flooding into your dark bedroom, and saw you shift in your bed at the stimulation. Mitch sighed. He still had to take a shower from his training with Rob, still had to fold his laundry, had been hoping to read a bit more of George Orwell's, 1984, and most importantly, did not want to wake you up. He closed your door quietly, listening to the latch hitch in the frame, and decided to just sleep in his bed tonight.

He finished folding and put away all of his clothes, then laid on his bed, relaxed in a pair of blue and orange Syracuse Lacrosse shorts, his wrist resting against his forehead, as he folded the paperback dystopian classic in half and picked up where he had left off when he had read last. He felt his eyes begin to heavy as the hour got late, and he eventually dozed off, the book resting on his bare chest.

Mitch shot forward in his bed at the sound of a gun being fired. He looked around his dimly lit room and wondered for a split second if he had dreamt the noise. He heard it again. The sound of a Glock 17M being fired coming from outside of his door. He quickly got to his feet, and felt the cold hardwood against his soles as he sprinted to your door.

He swung the door open to your room and saw you in your bed, illuminated by the hallway lights, with blood splattered on your face, your Glock in your hand, and Dan Brunski's lifeless body slumped over you.

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thenickelportrust · 7 years

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Lucy’s Perspective Short

This sucks.

It’s a goddamn stupid thought but at least it keeps me from tearing apart the alcohol soaked cloth that I press to my side. The armor was ridiculously difficult to get off… but that probably had something to do with the fact that my shoulder still looks a little too sideways for my liking. Probably dislocated. Damn.

Now the shirt underneath is plastered to my side and soaked a deep red. Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there soon enough and I can change once I return home. I struggle to keep from crushing the doorknob to the discreet black building, Mambo wouldn’t be happy if I did that again and I’m sure loyal customer service can only cover so many ‘destruction of public property’ additions to my tab. Still, I can’t keep it from getting dented in the process.

Lucky for me the waiting room is nearly empty, Tango shoots me a cheery glance from her place guarding the door, lifting the rifle strapped across her chest in a kind of half-greeting. She’s holding it tightly- I wonder if there was some trouble earlier today?

“Vicky!” One of the three others in the waiting room stands up on her chair, waving to me enthusiastically. Oppenheimer’s left arm dangles by her side, the red hoodie she wears soaked an even darker color. Even with only two others in the room she makes it a point to sit as far away as possible, with her back to the wall, suspiciously eyeing the others. One of whom I recognize- Bugbite, cradling his carapace armor with nasty looking cuts dotting the few parts of his skin that poke out from a shattered mask.

I nearly collapse into the chair next to her, it takes all my strength- even enhanced as it is- to keep myself upright as the final shreds of adrenaline fade. Still, I grin widely at Oppenheimer’s enthusiasm, “Hey Op,” I nod to her arm, “Rare to see you in this dump.”

I can hear Tango scoff even across the room.

“Yeah,” Oppenheimer shifts nervously around in her seat, gloved fingers in her working hand drum her leg before reaching up to pull the handkerchief even further up her nose- it almost covers the dark tinted goggles that hide her eyes. “I… guess we all have our off days, huh?” She laughs, a squeaking sound that dies down soon as the one guy I don’t recognize turns his head towards us. Oppenheimer immediately quiets, pressing just slightly closer towards me.

I fix him with a scowl in return, locking eyes- or as much as we can with both our eyes covered- in a daring challenge. Would-be silence is filled with the ticking sound of the battery-powered head-bobbing turkey that Mambo keeps next to the orchids on the desk. Eventually, he grumbles, turning his head away and looking back at the palms of his hand.

Even still, I don’t turn away, “Who’s he?” I nudge Oppenheimer with my shoulder.

She takes one quick glance at the man across the room, the visible shadow of her eyes seem to stick to him, glued in a kind of slight awe. “Y’know… Not quite sure. I think he’s new in town, sauntered and demanded to see Mambo right this minute. Didn’t matter that he was in the middle of a surgery. Tango couldn’t talk him down… Hell, she even brought Foxtrot out to deal with ‘im.” Well, that explains her nervous grip.

“Really?” I glance around, “They still here?”

“Foxtrot?” Oppenheimer repeats slowly, shaking her head, “Nah, don’t think so, they scurried off a while ago.”

“Damn.”

Oppenheimer finally tears her eyes away from the new villain, even with the thick goggles that cover half her face I can tell she’s looking at me funny, “Something important? You could ask Tango if you really needed her to call ‘em…”

“No, no,” I wave my hand, wincing when the dislocated shoulder pops and cracks in protest, “It’s fine I’ll… catch up with them later.”

Oppenheimer shrugs, slumping back in her seat, “‘Kay, well, if it’s important I’m sure they’ll turn up sometime.”

Important…

Oppenheimer sounds hurt, and I guess I can sympathize. It’s always hard to keep friends when half of you are fighting for your life… against each other. Foxtrot is the rare exception to that rule, and sometimes I wonder if I’ve trusted them with too much but… it helps to have someone who knows how to keep a secret. It’s even better when they’re a friend of yours.

Besides, it’s like Oppenheimer says, it’s… important.

Especially considering what they helped me with last time. Even if I never asked ‘em to keep tabs on… them, Foxtrot did me a big favor by tipping me off that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to stake out Yolanda Waltz’s big event. I hate being indebted to them but…

I breathe in, a heavy, shuddering breath that makes Oppenheimer lay a hand on my back, a concerned “You okay?” Quietly rising up.

“Fine.” Snapping is a bit too much, and Oppenheimer winces, whipping her hand away and holding it to her chest as if it were injured as well. I mutter a quiet apology, digging my nails into my gloves in the kind of familiar frustration that makes my muscles feel tense and uneasy. I need to move. I need to get out of here. I stand up, Oppenheimer spares me little more than a glance.

“You can’t seriously be going for a walk now.” She shakes her head.

“I am.”

“Valkyrie-”

I brush past Tango, who quirks an eyebrow but is, like always, silent as I head towards the back door. The limp as my injured side drags across the ground only makes me want to sprint even more, as if I could run all these wounds off.

Wouldn’t that be the dream.

I tear the door open with a bit too much force, the top hinges go sideways as the nails clatter to the ground. Tango tilts her head and I sigh, letting the door hand crookedly when I look back at her, “I dented the door knob earlier, too.” Her eyebrows go up, “You really need to get an automatic.” She huffs, and I slip back into the nighttime alleyway. I don’t bother to close the door… not like that would work anymore, anyway.

My arm still pressed to the bleeding wound in my side I pace down the block and then back up, then down the side street and back up again. But it doesn’t help. No, my frustration only grows with each step that sends a searing, burning pain through my side. My legs start to wobble and my hand curls and uncurls from a fist against my side. But it’s good, at least, because the anger makes everything else a blur. It conceals any thoughts into under a haze. It keeps me from thinking about-

“Goddamnit!” I slam my hand against the boarded-up windows of the abandoned building next to Mambo’s practice, the fist goes through the wood and glass as if I were punching through water- but it still comes back with shards dug into my skin, painting the white glove red along with everything else. Fuck it, I’m already here, aren’t I?

“Getting stronger isn’t going to make it any easier to keep what’s left of our door on.” I snap around, instinctively raising my good arm defensively. But it lowers when I spot Foxtrot perched atop the dumpster filled with bloodied bandages and rusted suturing needles. They tilt their head in a funny, almost feline way, and like with every motion they make it seems to be followed by traces of red and rosy-peach mist the color of their hair and skin before fading away into oblivion. “Unless you plan on robbing another bank soon, I’d advise against it.”

“Foxtrot… Oppenheimer told me you had a busy day,” They shrug, sending another wave of mist fluttering into the air. They hop down from their perch, seeming to flicker in and out of existence for a moment when their feet touch the ground, no more than a blink of an eye and suddenly their hand rests comfortingly on my good shoulder.

“This is about earlier, isn’t it?” The touch is light and, like most things about Foxtrot, never really seems to be entirely ‘there’. Their consistently blurred face, as if they were trapped in an out-of-focus picture, twists into what I recognize as a frown. “You didn’t go, did you?”

I shake my head, “No… but you-”

“I did as you asked,” Foxtrot hums lightly, the hand doesn’t seem to fall away so much as it just… fades and ceases to be there, instead apparating at Foxtrot’s side. “Made sure they didn’t die as you asked,” They hum lightly, fading away and leaving their disembodied voice floating in the air before reappearing, back on the dumpster, sitting with their legs crossed.

“That’s…” I breathe in deeply, “Good.”

“Though they did try Waltz’s drinks,”

“They what?”

“Relax, nothing happened…” Foxtrot trails off, “Though… There was a moment when I thought I was gonna hafta haul your ex’s unconscious body outta there.” What little I can make out of a nose wrinkles, “Woulda been awkward.”

“You didn’t stop them?” I can feel my hand curling into a fist again, and before I know it I’ve stepped up to the dumpster. “Foxtrot I asked you to-”

“What was I supposed to do?” They run an incorporeal hand through misty auburn hair, “Appear at their side and say ‘Hiya! Nice to meet you! I’m Foxtrot, the friendly ghost who’s here to give you some advice- don’t do drugs, kiddo!’” They fix it with a wavering grin, a thumbs up across their chest, and a blurry-brown-eyed wink.

Immediately, the facade drops, and Foxtrot leans back on their hands, legs crossed as they shake their head, “Yeah, I… don’t think that would’ve worked.”

“I…” I sigh, kicking the dirt rumbling out something incomprehensible. Something rears it’s head in my mind, a brief flash of a memory. Little more than their face, twisted briefly into an expression of bright horror as they jumped back, nearly knocked me over. I can feel my heart squeeze at even the brief bitesized reverie but still…

I begin to laugh.

Foxtrot’s face contorts into about as much confusion and concern as their ethereal form will allow, “... Okay, now I’m worried. You alright, Val?”

“It’s just…” I turn my back to them briefly, lifting my mask just the slightest amount to wipe a tear that seems to have sprung up, unwanted to my eye, readjusting the piece, I look back at Foxtrot. “I remembered something. Something… stupid,” An inadvertent grin spreads across my face, “So stupid it was fun.”

Foxtrot glances back towards Mambo’s door, they shrug and kick their legs against the dumpster, making soft and oddly solid sounds from their otherwise immaterial legs. “We got time.”

“You want me to tell the story?”

Foxtrot scoots forward, patting the dumpster next to them as they cradle their head in their hands, a bright smile plastered across their face. “Might help more than punching a window.”

I eye the space next to them, biting my lip. The idea of talking about… them makes me heart ache even more than it did already, but… “Well, what the hell?” The stronger desire pulls me towards reminiscing- which is weird because I’ve never been one for taking strolls down memory lane but… I have always been one to go with the stronger side of me. So, I pull myself up next to them, “I… guess I could try this whole ‘talking about your past’ thing every once ‘n a while, right?”

Foxtrot claps their hands together, exclaiming excitedly, “Story time!” As they settle in.

It must have been sophmore year of college. I remember that because it was right when everybody who hadn’t declared a major yet was beginning to panic and scramble for any kind of semblance of a future job idea they could grasp. Stress was damn high and it drove us to do stupid things, drove us to believe in stupid things. For me, that was when I really got into boxing, and for my friend it was ghost stories. He would gather us all up and spew these tales about ghosts that appeared in the B-Hall parking lots at 1:15 in the morning, or houses down the street that a former headmaster had died in after one student threw a too-rowdy rave and how his ghost still haunted that place, punishing any kid who dared throw a party on the premises.

They were all a bunch of B.S. but most of them led to some pretty wild college parties. So we tended to go along, and those who didn’t were dragged in by those who did. There was one, though, that really got us curious. It was this never-finished construction project for some big mansion on a hill-style house. Supposedly, though, it was supposed to be a lair for a villain. Kinda the… mastermind’s getaway vacation house. Apparently this guy had a lot of henchmen as well, and none of them were quite happy with his reign. So the lot of them plan a revolt when he’s coming to visit and check in on the progress of the lair. He’d have none of his fancy defenses at the finished place so it was the perfect time.

Villain arrives, they revolt, yadda yadda- everyone in a 3-mile radius dies. Usual stuff. Now the place is haunted and abandoned- two factors which made it the perfect venue for one of my friend’s ghost parties.

Problem was getting everything set up, since it was pretty far away we had to arrive a solid two hours beforehand, I had volunteered to do some of the heavy lifting and…

“Your ex came along?” I don’t notice I’ve trailed off in the story until Foxtrot speaks up, supplying the detail that’s still stuck on my tongue.

I inhale deeply, “Yeah,” I nod, “Yeah that’s right, my… ex came along.” I smile, a bitterness tainting the gesture, “Always seemed like no matter what it was, they’d be there to help me. Even the small shit.”

I find myself running my good hand through my ponytail, tugging harshly at any knots still stuck from the battle, “It feels horrible now, stupidly, but if I’d known then about everything else I think that maybe I wouldn’t have been so… liberal when asking for their help, y’know?”

Foxtrot just shrugs, “Hindsight is always twenty-twenty, as they say.”

“I hate being indebted…” The breath I’d taken in comes out as a whoosh, “But I can’t say I regret it.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah.” I grin, quickly segueing back into the story.

‘Cause you see this place, even if it wasn’t haunted, was just about the freakiest pile of rubble I’d ever been in. The entire thing reeked of death, and I knew this even before I understood what that smell felt like. We’re talking the works- half finished rooms, padlocked doors, peeling paint, rotting food in abandoned worker lunchboxes- you name it, the house had it. Now this got the host all excited about the possibilities but it also meant we had to comb through the house and set things up in the creepiest possible places. I teamed up with them, of course, and we took the second floor which was… mostly complete, really.

But that only made it creepier.

There were these furnished rooms with unpainted walls, like someone had lived in there for a day before disappearing entirely. There were nails in the halls for family photos that had never been put up and bedposts with no mattresses… Hell, even I was feeling a bit unnerved by all this. I remember they were practically shaking and… this was before things got serious but they were basically clinging to me the entire time. It was… kinda nice, actually. So I didn’t mind.

What made me laugh, though, was when we were in one of those unfinished bedrooms, and, as if that wasn’t worse enough, it was a children’s bedroom-

“Oh god.” Foxtrot interjects briefly.

Yeah, really creepy. All these dolls were lined up on the wall, most of them just harmless animals but when you’re already waiting for Krueger to pop his head around the corner and wave at you with his knife-fingers it feels a helluva lot worse than it is. We were setting up a stereo and some skeleton-themed chips in that room when apparently the shelf we were putting the bowl up on decided that was a bit too much weight. They’d just stepped away when the entire thing came crashing down. I swear they moved faster than you do, knocked me over and by the time I’d gathered what was happening they’d dragged me all the way downstairs and out the door.

I start laughing again, a wild sound that bubbles in my chest, briefly lifting the heaviness that’d settled there before it breaks down into a groan of pain. Too much joy for too many injuries. I wince, and press my hand against my side once more, swallowing the building pain, “I… had to sit there in the woods and calm them down enough to convince ‘em that it wasn’t a ghost. We ended up going back to campus before the party had started that night.” A strained smile stretches on my lips, “I promised, then, that even if it was a ghost I’d fight it off. They laughed at me. But I swore they had nothing to be afraid of…” Another sigh finds it’s way through me, “As long as I was around.”

Foxtrot says nothing, and I don’t feel the need to fill the silence either. So we end up sitting there for… who knows how long. Long enough that I hear Mambo’s front door open and close, whatever poor sap was on his table beforehand limping away. Long enough that their footsteps fade into silence. Long enough that it lasts even after that. Foxtrot takes a deep breath, they lay a quiet hand on my shoulder, “You know, it might not hurt to talk to-”

“It would.” I snap, and like Oppenheimer feel some guilt well up in me with the harshness, but unlike Oppenheimer, Foxtrot doesn’t wince, doesn’t even blink. Instead I feel their fingers curl around my shoulder, a sternes settling into what little of their face I can make out.

“You don’t know that.”

“I do.” Not quite as harsh this time, but just as determined.

“No, Lucy, you don’t.” Now it’s my turn to jolt back, caught off-guard by Foxtrot using my real name. Instinctively I look behind them for any eavesdroppers- but I know Foxtrot wouldn’t risk something like that unless they were absolutely certain we’re alone. “You’ve assumed the worst for four years, now, and you’ve never even tried to contact them.” Foxtrot’s blurry eyes narrow, “Do you even want to see them again?”

“Of course I do!”

“Then go!” Foxtrot releases my shoulder, hands extending out beside them, “I never thought I’d say it but you, of all people, are overthinking it, Lucy! You! Overthinking something!” They shake their head, “What’s the worst that could possibly happen?”

“They could-” I cut myself off quickly.

I trust Foxtrot enough to share parts of my past. I trust Foxtrot enough to look after them when I can’t. I even trust Foxtrot with my real name… But I could never trust anyone with that. If I did, it would make these past four years for nothing.

That’s not a fight I’m willing to lose.

Foxtrot doesn’t press the issue, they don’t get the chance to when the door slams open once more. Both of our heads turning to the mouth of the alley as heavy footsteps stomp around the corner. The unknown man from inside stands bathed in weak streetlight. “Dammit, him again…?” Foxtrot wonders beside me.

“You!” He juts an accusing finger directly at me, “I knew I recognized you! You’re Valkyrie!”

Foxtrot leans my way, “Fan of yours?”

“You hack!” He continues to scream, “You don’t deserve your spot on Nickelport’s most wanted!”

“Apparently not.” I scoff.

“What have you ever done of consequence!” He continues to rave, “You fight for nothing! Nothing! Villains like you give the rest us a bad name! We’re not all mindless slaughter-machines.” He snarls.

Foxtrot sighs, fading into a clear mist before reappearing off of the dumpster. Muttering a quiet, “Here we go again.”

“Wait.” I land beside them, grabbing their shoulder and grinning widely, “Let me.”

Foxtrot’s eyes flicker down to my side, “You sure?”

“You worried about me, Foxy?”

“Worried about him.” They jut their head towards the still-ranting man, “Far as I see it… well, the glass had a better chance against you.”

I laugh, relishing in that familiar temporary lightness that comes with it, “I’ll pull my punches.”

Even through the mist, I can see Foxtrot’s disbelief. “You never pull your punches.”

“C’mon, please?” I pat their shoulder, “I’m in the mood for a fight.”

Finally, Foxtrot relents, “Fine. Just… try not to kill him, okay?”

My grin only grows wider, “I’ll do my best.”

“Good. ‘Cause I’ve got cleanup duty tonight.”

#model citizens unmasked #lucille pinchette #short story #shorts

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I wanna know ur reasons for loving it so much ;w;

OFC YOU DO LOL. But okay, you opened the floodgates!! Also, I encourage people to talk to me about why they ship ZADR, let’s eXPAND ON THIS SHIT AND DISCUSS IT YO! I’m open to more reasons :DDD I may have missed somethin!

Now sit down and lemme tell ya Mita’s shitty shipping reasons for ZADR (careful, it’s pretty long).

I’ll start off with different reasons from canon and how I view it as a sort of the foundation where the pairing comes from for me v/w/v

-Zim is seen as a failure, a defect and is literally tricked into a suicide mission to an unknown part of the galaxy with hopes of him never coming back. His own people want him dead and they fuckin hate him. I mean they have good reason as Zim’s a loose fuckin’ cannon and he’s dangerous and cannot seem to understand his own flaws (HEAVY WINK WONKS AT THE IDEA THAT ZIM DOES THIS TO DEFEND HIS FEEFEES ON HIS INSECURITY LOL) Dib is just the class freak that no one listens to and people just treat him like a mentally ill loser that can’t tell fiction from reality. No one wants to associate with him, everything sucks once Dib pitches in during class and he’s just an annoyance. Both are outcasts and no one cares about them, despite the fact that they both have untapped potential to be great (Zim is actually so much more capable than he lets on, he just…gets in his own way. Dib is so much smarter than everyone else, like ridiculously smarter, his interests just aren’t socially acceptable??).

-This actually makes me sad, but it’s very telling in Mopiness of Doom (i know this ep is used a lot for zadr but listen) because they finally found someone who matches them evenly, but the moment Dib gives up on it, they both become miserable. Like to the point that Zim actually does not want to conquer earth, hiS PRIME MISSION THAT HE WAS SO HELLBENT ABOUT!! I guess he doesn’t want his conquest to be easy or smth, but he just stopped tryin. Dib actually earns his father’s respect but it’s not worth it compared to the trials he goes through fighting Zim. Could be argued that his life was pretty boring before Zim came around and who wants to have a normal ass life?? Bitch there’s an aLIEN TO FUCK WITH. Their lives are practically meaningless if they’re not battling this… somewhat worthless fight with one another. It’s not as cute when thinkin about it like that imo… like damn. Part of me feels Jhonen wanted people to see that they are living sad, codependent lives on the enemy that they hate so much and their efforts are trivial compared to, say Dib actually doing ‘real science’ and making something of himself and Zim just… has nothing at all. Sadly humorous i guess??

-Branching off the one above, they generally believe the other is a real threat. Zim fully believes that Dib is a capable enemy; an 11 yr old kid. He’s actually evenly matched with a kid (motherfuckin child piloting a planet to fight him tho). He fully sees Dib as someone to tread carefully around and treats him as a worthy opponent despite talkin mad shit about humans 24/7, he knows Dib is the smartest among all the humans. Dib sees Zim as a huge threat too cause he finds observing Zim 24/7 is mandatory to keeping him from fucking up Earth. Sure you can argue the excitement he must feel to finally be able to investigate a live alien, but he truly thinks Zim is someone that needs constant surveillance cause he could destroy earth at any time. Even tho Dib has seen some of Zim’s plots as really stupid, he still knows Zim can be horribly dangerous and treats him as such.

-I guess this summarizes the top two but they validate one another. Zim validates Dib’s suspicions of paranormal anomalies (Which is his life’s passion??? Like damn???), he validates Dib’s intelligence, his worth to society even if it seems like a useless cause (cause no one fuckin’ cares, why does Dib continue anyways?? Self-righteous as Dib can be he IS trying to keep mankind safe despite them being dicks to him). Dib validates Zim’s existence. And I mean this as in, he validates him as what he SEES himself as; an invader. His own people don’t see him as one, his PAK isn’t issued as one anymore, but he believes himself to be an invader, and so does Dib. Dib pays attention to him, he gives him the recognition he feels he deserves. A nemesis that he can count on to always be there to duke it out with him. SuRE THEY FUCKIN HATE EACH OTHER BUT SERIOUSLY MAN.

-They work well together. This could be said for MANY rivals as they’re often more alike than they’d like to admit. Nothin too different for ZADR cause when they do work together, shit gets done. They hate to admit this kind of thing and they aren’t fans of working with one another, but they do it anyways cause they know the other is capable. When Dib needs help, he will go to Zim if he feels it’s necessary and vice versa. Could argue that they only know each other with working labs or other people are too stupid, but idk, they know the other has the potential to help. Who knows, I like thinking they see the other as somewhat of a frenemy even tho they’d never admit it.

-More of a Dib thing, but that boy is obsessive. He is constantly on Zim’s ass every time. Mentioned before, but he watches him all the time. I mean the comic starts out where Dib literally remained glued to his chair wondering why Zim never left his house, and Zim watched Dib too.They’re stuck on one another, but this is way more of a Dib thing cause he goes out of his fuckin’ way. There’s also the fact that Dib literally goes to Zim’s house to check on him when he hasn’t been around much. He gets genuinely curious where Zim is and finds it odd if he’s not around to be do his usual bullshit.

I guess that’s like from what I gather from the show as to where the foundation for it comes from. I like to analyze shit a lot so I try to make sense of the pairings I ship. If I can’t see the dynamic work, I probably wouldn’t ship it very hard. So… idk, i see those reasons as enough for the pairing, in my eyes, to work gradually. Some other reasons that stem more from headcanons:

-I like the idea that as Dib gets older he calms the fuck down. Like not as violent or willing to cut Zim up into pieces. He just more or so acknowledges that Zim’s a weird idiot that’s just there to shake up the day sometimes. I really love the idea of him still entertaining the idea of fighting Zim but not seeing him as much of a threat later on? Like he tries to move on but zim is a constant in his life. Even if he tries to stop completely, he can;t stay away for too long. I enjoy them basically being too invested in one another to just give up.

-Them knowing one another so well that they just… see through the other all the time. I feel this is a lil more ooc as Zim doesn’t feel the need to actually research or study Dib in the same way that Dib does to him. Like … just years and years of fighting and bickering they become so familiar with it that it’s almost endearing. That kind of bond that’s still settled on hatred but mutual understanding of the other just fucks me up?? Also all their insults becoming endearing terms in a way??

-HEIGHT. Bonus because Zim’s race bases so much importance on height. Like height differences is a huuuuge thing for me >w>;;;; I think that just speaks for itself honestly. I like Zim developing a crush on Dib specifically for his height as first like b o y .

-Human/Alien. IM JUST. I LOVE HUMAN/NONHUMAN SHIT SO MUCH?? That potential of exploring the other’s body, culture, etc?? Always fun. Culture shock and generally not understand customs of another’s race/species is always so fun to me. Like wow, I love how Zim is confused 90 percent of the time over human customs.

I could probably add more shit. I’D LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE WITH PEOPLE???

#apathetic--narcissist #zadr #iz #invader zim #TALK ZADR TO ME #IM LONELY #shipping shit #LONNNGGG POST #asks #thanks for the question vwv

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