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runningfrom2am · 5 months

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leveling the playing field XIII

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there. oh, and manipulation (both of them lowkey)

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You think you might die from this heat. The ice bag that Coryo brought you only lasted so long, especially when you shared it with the covey, which cut its window of efficacy in half. Both of you trailed behind everyone on the way to the lake, besides for Maude Ivory who found a very comfortable spot on Coryo's back. You should have thought to buy her some new shoes before the several-hour hike, but you didn't think that would be of consequence.

"How is Sejanus?" You ask, making conversation as you wipe the sweat from your brow. You'd like to gauge if Coryo knew anything more about your mutual friend's habit of hanging around with the wrong people.

"He's... yeah. He's fine." Coryo sighs, adjusting his hold on Maude Ivory's legs around his waist as he steps over a tree root.

"You don't sound so sure." You laugh, tilting your head up at him.

The bruise on your cheek wasn't red anymore, now healing into a yellowish hue that Coryo could hardly tear his eyes away from. He wishes you were still in the habit of wearing makeup every day, then he wouldn't have to stare down the result of his failure every time he looked at you. He shakes his head. "Well, I'll tell you about it later."

You just nod, looking down at the ground in front of you to make sure you don't trip. Now it was your turn to wish that the two of you could talk about what's going on between you. Whatever Sejanus is up to with Billy Taupe reminded you that even though you're far away from the chains of the Capitol, you still weren't entirely free. Even if now it was just free of the prying ears of a little blonde girl who loved to talk. "If you could change one thing about your routine right now, what would it be?" You ask, looking up at him again and squinting at the sun as it breaks through the trees above you.

Coryo draws his head back for a moment, confusion washing over his features at the seemingly random question. "Uh, everything. Next question."

"Ah-ah," You shake your head, hair falling into your face which you quickly pull back again. "Only one thing."

"Okay, fine." He chuckles, shaking his head. "Um... not sure, honestly. Maybe I'd have more success trapping those damn Mockingjays." He grumbles, looking up into the treeline.

You laugh, rubbing over the mostly healed scratches on your arms. "Nothing yet, huh?" Up until the point that you forgave him, you had gone out every night for almost a week, having learned a better system for opening the traps that didn't result in them cutting up your arms with their claws. Not so much as a thank you from the birds that apparently could speak, until you had started to thank yourself every time you reached around the side of the traps to open the metal, just so they would echo it back to you. You knew it was crazy, but it had become a fun semblance of a normal routine.

"Not one. Hardly any Jabberjays either, we think someone was setting them free in the night, they were easier to trap at first." He replies, smiling at you despite his frustrations about it. He couldn't wait until they could catch enough for Dr. Kay so he could start shooting them instead. "Rebels, most likely."

"That's annoying." You laugh, trying to hide the nervousness in your tone. "Why would they care about some birds?" It was a stupid question to pose, to poke holes in his only theory when it didn't already point back to you.

"They're hardly more than animals themselves." He grumbles, shrugging. "No, actually, I'd probably spend more time with you, if I could." He changes his answer and effectively, the topic as well. At this, Maude Ivory lifts her head from his shoulder.

"Are you guys in love?" She asks, turning her head so she can look at you now.

"Oh, no." Your cheeks burn as you laugh, shaking your head. "It's complicated big kid business, Maude Ivory."

"That's enough." Coryo chuckles nervously, spinning her on his hip and carefully putting her down. "Go bother the others."

The girl giggles, walking backward in front of you with her shoes in her hand. "It's why, I love you, you're as pure as the driven-" She starts to sing a song you were writing with Lucy Gray, knowingly taunting you, but you're quick to cut her off.

"Hey! Don't!" You laugh quickly, pretending to push her forward so she'll run along. "They've got some thin walls in that house..." You chuckle quietly, avoiding his gaze as you watch her run up ahead.

After a few moments of silence, Coryo speaks again. "What about you? What would you change?"

"Can I be uncreative and say the same thing as you?" You ask, cheeks still red.

"Sure." He nods slightly, a small smile on his face.

"Great, because those birds are starting to get on my nerves." You joke, bumping your shoulder against his arm.

He smiles, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I hate you too."

"Oh, hush. You know I love you." You freeze up as soon as you say it, suddenly it holds a lot more weight to it than your typical friendly banter.

At that, Coryo drapes his arm over your shoulder with a satisfied smile, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"Can you tell me about Sejanus, now?" You ask, head placed on Coryo's lap as you lay on the dock. You had been out of the water for a little while, now, utilizing the sun to dry your wet hair and skin.

He looks back up to the cabin, seeing Lucy Gray and the rest of the covey scattered and picking plants or lying in the grass. "Uh, he just keeps sneaking off, and I found a good bit of money in his locker, but he told me he was broke so... I don't know what he's up to."

You sigh. "I've seen him hanging around Billy Taupe a lot. They're a sketchy crowd in the nicest of terms."

"Well, he is district. It doesn't surprise me that he'd associate with them." Coryo explains, distracted in a weak attempt at braiding a small section of your hair.

"He's gonna get himself killed." You mutter, eyes closed to block out the sun. You couldn't tell Coriolanus about how you ran into Sejanus a couple of weeks ago, knowing he would ask questions about why you were out at that time too. It's easier to lie to Sejanus than to him.

"It's not our problem if we stay out of it." Coryo tries to ease your mind.

"We can't just stand by and watch, though. It'll eat my conscience alive if something were to happen to him."

Coriolanus looks down at you, watching your calm expression form into something resembling worry. He chews on the inside of his cheek and nods to himself. He would have to do something, if Sejanus ended up getting in some kind of trouble, the guilt of knowing without acting will kill you. "Okay. I'll figure something out. I'll get him to keep his distance." He promises.

Days had passed since that interaction, and Coriolanus is crippled by the fear that he made a horrible mistake. He got the full story from Sejanus, and it was worse than he pictured.

You liked Sejanus, at least you acted like it when he was around. Coriolanus could always see that the district-born boy meant something to you, even if it was unclear based on the way you spoke about him when he wasn't present. Him running off into the woods with a bunch of derelect rebels was far from a viable option, Coriolanus wouldn't have it. He couldn't risk your reaction knowing that he told you he would do something to intervene.

He needed to talk to you. You were the only one he could trust to tell about the Capitol-bound recording he sent off of Sejanus' confession, or the news that his family had been kicked out of their apartment back home. He wasn't even sure he wanted to tell you. Coryo had been fighting this internal battle for what felt like ages, so maybe he could just include the basics, leave out his actions, and let you lift some of the tensions from his shoulders by telling him it would be okay. That it would all be over soon, and that you're proud of him for passing his exam. He could get the two of you out of this dump by the end of next week, and he couldn't get you away fast enough.

Unfortunately for him, when he finally arrived at the Hob on his night off you were already on stage with the Covey. You were laughing, dancing and spinning, occasionally joining Maude Ivory on her hip drum while Lucy Gray sang. The crowd loved you, and you loved the attention. He'd be lying to himself if he tried to say he didn't love watching you so happy, but the timing was inconvenient at best.

Coryo found his usual spot against the wall, sitting down next to Sejanus. He wasn't about to let him out of his sight, not anymore.

"Give it up for our friends in the band!" He smiles at Maude Ivory's excessive spirit as she holds her arms out to encourage applause before her eyes lock on him. Her face lights up more, somehow, and he greets it with a nod.

She turns to you while music is slowly tuning out, and gives a slight tug on the bottom of your new dress. It had been scuffed up in your fight with Ash, but you had cleaned it up nicely- hardly a stitch was out of place.

You look down at the girl, who just gives a slight nod in the direction of the wall Coryo was sat against. "He's here, you gotta sing it now!" Maude Ivory says, loud enough so you could hear but not enough to be picked up by the mic behind her.

You look very briefly over at Coryo, shaking your head at her as your cheeks turn rosy. "He's never gonna hear it." You say, leaning down to her level. "Who even says its about him, huh?"

"You can't trick me, Sage." She giggles, pointing at your nose.

"C'mon, lets do it!" Lucy Gray chimes in encouragingly as you stand back up. "I'll play for you. All you gotta do is sing."

You roll your eyes playfully, shaking your head again. "No, I-"

"Now, welcome back for her second performance with us, Sage! She's gonna take us over for a minute here. I promise, y'all are in for a real treat." You're interrupted by Maude Ivory making the announcement for you. Internally you cuss, plastering on a nervous smile.

"It's beautiful, you gotta relax." Lucy Gray says in your ear, already adjusting her hold on her guitar. "If I can sing a breakup song to the whole country, you can sing a love song just to the folks in this room. C'mon." She smiles, nodding for you to take the mic as Maude Ivory bows you in.

You'd played this song a bunch back at the Covey's home after Lucy Gray caught you humming the abstract tune of a lullaby your mother used to sing to get you to sleep when you were little. You didn't remember a single word, but the melody was enough for her to recreate and embellish it into one of their songs, to which she insisted you help her write the words for.

Coryo is leaning forward, elbows rested on his knees as he watches you. From what he knew, you weren't much of a singer. The redness evenly spreading across your cheeks and nose in time with the intro music was evidence enough of that.

"Sing for us, sweetheart!" Someone from the crowd calls out, which is matched with whistles that force Coryo to sit up to try and get a look at who the hell is yelling at you. His jaw is seized until he hears your voice echoing through the large room, drawing his gaze back to you on the stage.

"I've taken some hits, so no wonder I'm wary. It's why I need you, you're as pure as the driven snow..." You look over his way only briefly while you sing the first round of the chorus, trying not to let your voice catch from the nervousness still pumping through every inch of your body.

He knows it before you're finished, but the last word, the one you didn't let Maude Ivory get to on the way to the lake, makes his heart flip in his chest. The eye contact he made with you as you said his name was so heavy with everything you've ever wanted to say to one another but never had, and he completely swells with pride knowing that it was about him.

"Cold and clean, swirling over my skin..." The inclination, again, to shout to everyone that you were his girl was immense and overtaking. Just like the first time, but now he knew it for sure. He was positive."You cloak me, You soak right in, down to my heart."

By the time you render the final verse, his whole world has changed."It's why I trust you, you're as pure as the driven snow..."

I'm gonna marry her.

He's up as soon as the song is over, heading for the back of the stage as you take your bow. Your smile is wiped when you look up and he's no longer there, and neither is Sejanus. Worry pools in your insides as you scan the crowd, giving a rushed smile to Lucy Gray and Maude Ivory as you jump down. You hurry to the back of the stage, brow furrowed as you search for Coryo.

By some miracle, he's there. If you're not mistaken, he's got tears in his eyes as he strides up to you quickly, the stage lights leaking past the stage to illuminate him just enough. His pace and his intense expression only worry you more. "Is everything-" You ask frantically, only for your question to be disrupted by his actions.

Coryo takes a deep breath, and then, as soon as you're within reach, he cups your face in his hands and leans in. The world around you seems to fade as his lips meet yours in a passionate, long-awaited kiss.

Time stands still, and in that moment, everything falls into place. The worries that plagued him when he walked in completely dissolved as he felt your hair in between his fingers. When he finally pulls away, a small smile graces his face.

You're both breathing heavily as you stare at each other, and it's then that you realize he wasn't crying due to any kind of upset. He was crying because of you. With a smile so real that you could feel the sun on your back, even late at night in this dim building hundreds of miles from the comfort of your collective home.

"Coryo..." You say, smile fading as you regain perceptions of your real life.

"I know, and I have so much to tell you..." He grins, leaning down to kiss you again.

It was your turn to interrupt, pressing a hand to his chest to stop him in his tracks. Tracks you so desired to follow, wherever they may take you, but right now you had bigger concerns. "No, no it's... where is Sejanus?"

He pauses, and it's like the spell is broken as he straightens his posture, looking around as if Sejanus should be right there. "Uh... shit." He had completely forgotten about his friend as he fell under the trance of your voice, of the song you were singing to him.

You're quickly out from under his arms, walking back around the side of the stage to go look for your friend.

"Coryo-" You stop, and he's right on your heels as you turn back to him, pointing toward the back wall. "Go check the bar. Keep an eye out for Billy Taupe. Obviously. He's probably with him." You instruct and he nods to you quickly before beginning to push his way through all the drunk people in the crowd.

You try and scan the sea of faces, but you don't see Sejanus anywhere. The music the Covey is playing is loud, drowning out any hopes you had of being able to shout for the boy. You could follow Coryo in the search, but that would no doubt just waste time. You groan, pushing your hair back out of your face in frustration. You shouldn't have stopped Coryo from kissing you again, if Sejanus wants to be reckless you should just let him. The two of you already saved his life once, was that not enough for him?

You glance down the deserted hallway to your right, and then your feet are carrying you toward the back room in an instant. You turn the corner and push the sliding door open when you hear shouting coming from the other side. "What the fuck is going on?" You ask, eyes flitting between Sejanus, and the two other boys in the room, alongside a girl who who you vaguely recognize.

"Y/N?" Sejanus asks, turning back to you quickly.

"Y/N..." The girl mutters to herself, rolling the name around in her mind and on her tongue. You can see it in the way she's looking at you. You ignore it, eyes locked on your friend now.

"I told you to not get involved in things you shouldn't, didn't I? Didn't Coryo?" You scold him, gesturing to the door.

"It's not- I didn't know they were going to buy weapons! It's not what I wanted, they told me the money was only for supplies, that no one would get hurt!"

"These are supplies." Billy Taupe's friend, Spruce, replies.

"Why would you trust them!" You spit, pointing vaguely at the other people in the room.

"Listen, Princess-" Billy Taupe starts, a bitter taste to his tone just as the door slides open again. Coryo's frame is blocking your view of the boy in a second, tucking you carefully behind his back.

"Talk to me. Not her." He hisses, and you grab his arm. The feeling of his skin under your palms is comforting, warm, and tense in your grip. "What are you doing, guns, Sejanus?" He turns his attention to your classmate.

"Coriolanus, I didn't know this is what they would do, they lied to me-" Sejanus starts his pleads for help again on a separate set of ears.

Unsurprisingly, his response is almost identical to yours. "You thought they would be honest? What are you doing? There are peacekeepers right outside!"

"That's what I said." You mumble in exasperated agreement "Why did you even give them money at all?" You ask, hoping to get some answers.

"Sejanus wants to run off with these dimwits into the woods up north," Coryo explains to you.

"What?" You ask, shocked, looking past him at the boy you've known for years. The thought of never seeing him again pulls at your heartstrings in a way you're unfamiliar with. "You can't. Absolutely not."

"You're not my Ma, Y/N!" Sejanus spits.

"Wait, I know you." The girl cuts in, pointing at you. "You're that missing girl. From the Capitol. Y/N Y/L/N. My dad got a call about you!"

You freeze up at the accusation, biting your tongue as you look up at Coryo. A memory flashes in your mind, that's why you recognize her. She's the girl who Lucy Gray dropped a snake on in the reaping- the mayor's daughter. "Huh?" You ask, trying to look as confused as possible.

"Don't play dumb, we're past that." She scoffs and you just shake your head.

"Genuinely, don't know what you're talking about." You relax your posture, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Well," She sighs, shrugging sarcastically. "I'll go tell my dad where you are. Your family sure is missin' you..." She starts to take a few steps before the back exit and you clench your jaw at her smug smile. You want to rip the hair out of her head and throw her body in the lake to rot.

"Mayfair, you can't leave." Billy Taupe scolds her, grabbing her arm which she quickly yanks away.

"This is ridiculous and confusing, and you act like I don't see the way you still look at Lucy Gray! Why don't you take her with you instead, huh?"

"She is coming, isn't she?" Spruce asks, seeming just as confused as you in a completely opposite way.

"You were bringing Lucy Gray?!" Mayfair shouts, shaking her head at her (now presumably) ex-boyfriend.

"She said she wanted to come!" Billy Taupe defends and you laugh, shaking your head.

"Okay, so clearly there's some major communication issues in this gang of misfits you've found, Sejanus, so let's just go and leave them to it. It won't benefit you to be stuck in the wilderness with a bunch of starving idiots who will kill each other in a week if they get too lazy to hunt." You plead with him and he shakes his head at you.

"Y/N, wait-" Coryo says, looking back at you only briefly.

"Yeah, Capitol Princess is right. I'm out." Mayfair says, raising her hands in defeat and turning to leave. "You'll all hang for this!"

"This power trip you have about your father being the mayor pales in comparison to what my family has. You'll all be dead by the morning if you say a word." You tell her, voice calm as she freezes, turning to look back at you.

"She's all talk, she won't tell anyone." Billy Taupe tries to defend her from the tensions rising in the room. You were concerned about getting sent home, of course, but if she told about their plans to run, everyone in the room would be executed come the morning light.

"Oh, you think I'm scared of you, Sage? You think I won't tell? Ask Lucy Gray." She's right, Lucy Gray had told you about how this girl was responsible for the reaping being rigged to result in Lucy Gray's death in the games. What they never accounted for was her strength, her intelligence, and her having Coriolanus Snow and Y/N Y/L/N as mentors.

And how Lucy Gray became a victor, known initially to most of the Capitol for her similarities to you. Only, Lucy Gray wasn't bat shit crazy.

Coryo's mind is reeling at the threat made to you as the girl starts to walk away. Within a second, before you can even make a move to tackle her, he's reaching onto the table and grabbing one of the guns. He lines up quickly and squeezes the trigger, letting the bullet fly square into the center of the girl's back. His training had paid off sooner than he thought. Coriolanus wasn't about to have you caught, sent back to a home much worse than that safety hazard at the edge of the Seam where you're currently staying.

"Mayfair!" Billy Taupe is quickly at the girls side, but she's already dead. Sejanus is shaking, and you are fighting back the smile that threatens to form on your lips despite the stress of the moment. "What have you done?" He screams at your friend.

"She was gonna get us all killed!" You defend. "You should be thanking him! Trust me, she was nothing special."

"You've got something comin', Capitol boy." He says, shaking his head as he looks up at the two of you, hatred filling his eyes. "You think you're gonna blame me for this? That you'll never get caught?"

You resist the urge to just shrug, agreeing that no, probably not. Undeniably, your best move would be to blame him. "He was defending all of us, can you not get that through your thick skull?" You settle on, keeping your footing as level as possible as Coryo pulls you back closer to his side again.

"If I swing, for this you will with me!" He screams in anger, back on his feet and moving quickly towards you as Coryo shoves you back behind him, lining up again. He didn't have to shoot, though, because Spruce does. The boy's body flings into the wall to the left of you from the force of the impact, slumping against the floor.

Your heart is pounding as you look between your two friends. "Sejanus, are you alright?" You ask, trying to approach him as Coryo starts shouting orders at Spruce to get rid of the guns.

"Hey, he's fine." Coryo grabs your arm, pulling you close to him to look at you. "I'm gonna handle this. Get back out there and sing, play the violin, just do something, okay?"

You glance back at Sejanus again, who is clearly panicking so bad he looks like he might faint. "No, I'm not leaving you, and Sejanus-"

"Sejanus is fine." Coryo says again sternly, shaking your shoulders now as he looks into your eyes. "Go back out there. I will handle this. I'll find you soon." He promises, gently pushing you in the way of the door. "Go. Now."

You swallow the anxiety sitting uncomfortably in the back of your throat and nod, glancing only briefly at your friends before you leave, closing the door quickly behind you.

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THAWING ICE QUEEN (part 109)

–one night of fooling around with the annoying campus king gojo satoru (he thinks so), turns into...well, something else more long term

CHARACTERS: gojo satoru x you | geto suguru | jjk characters

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A/N: Contains prose. | cw: family angst and i didn't proofread yet so...

Deep breaths. You took them one at a time, hand hesitating on the doorbell. With each one, you composed yourself, calming the erratic beating of your heart and the way your hands trembled. Satoru was watching you, and after assuring him that you will be alright, you didn't want him to doubt that. Quelling your hesitation, you finally pressed the doorbell, turning slightly to wave haphazardly at your boyfriend who stood by the open door of the driver's side of his car. He waved back with an encouraging smile, and just then, the door opened.

"Miss L/N," your father's secretary greeted you with a bow, then his eyes strayed to Satoru. "Mr. Gojo can stay in the drawing room while you speak to your father."

You nodded, wondering if your dad finally decided on a change of tune or if it was yet another trick up his sleeves. Eyeing the man in earnest – both a plea and a threat – you said, "You may go ahead and ask him if he wishes to come in. If not, don't press it."

The response you got was a succinct nod and the secretary was opening the door wider for you, only leaving to go towards Satoru when you were already inside the house. Without waiting for the outcome of the ensuing conversation, you found your way to your father's study where he will most likely be.

How did it ever get to this? You couldn't help but think about all of the events that culminated to that single moment when you found yourself standing on the opposite side of the line from your father. The two of you had become as good as strangers, foes even, and you thought back on what you could have done to deserve the way he treated you for the better of your younger years to the present.

Then, at the back of your mind, you heard Sukuna's words to you, telling you that you were never at fault. Did you capitalize too much on that? Have you been a disappointment all along? At the end of the day, he was still your father, and maybe he had the right to decide on your life, you acknowledged that, but to what extent was it reasonable, fault or not?

The heavy oak doors stood before you. Several memories came to mind as you stood there, from how you would sneak in as a child, curious about all the things you saw inside the place that served as his refuge, particularly a glass paperweight that you marveled about. You later learned your mother gave it to him. After your mother died, you remembered his quiet sobs as you stood outside the door, and from there, the distance grew.

"Come in," you heard him from the other side of the door, and you did as you were told, slowly but deliberately opening and closing the door behind you. You remained standing there, the distance, ever growing between you, becoming even more palpable with each second that passed. After what happened, you didn't think you should be acting all familiar by taking a seat and invading his personal space. Despite it all, you still held respect for him, if not as a parent, then as a person.

He sighed, looking up from the papers he was signing. He motioned towards one of the couches, silently telling you to sit. He looked tired, older, but the sharpness of those eyes didn't dull in the least, observant as always. You admired the intelligence that shone in his eyes, what you detested was the cool detachment that came with it as if it would kill him to show warmth even just a little.

Acceding, you made your way to the seat he indicated, placing the file you were holding on the center table. It might have been a trivial gesture, but in your heart, it was a way to show you still considered an alternative to permanently cutting ties with him.

"I heard Gojo Satoru came with you," he began, somehow managing to look both smug and irritated at the thought. He chuckled. "I have to hand it to him. He knows how to play his cards well. Perhaps the board of directors at Gojo Group should watch their backs. Even I wasn't expecting that."

You merely nodded.

"He loves you, I can see that."

You smiled ever so slightly at that. "I don't doubt it. He doesn't exactly like working, much less taking over a company."

He put his pen down, standing up to his full height. Your father is an impressive man, commanding and confident. You've seen him in court, too, and he is a formidable force in his industry. You aspired to be like him no matter how many times you denied ever wanting to have anything to do with him and turning out to be like him.

He stood there, silently observing you while you just looked down at the table, unable to meet his gaze, but unable to endure it, you said, "I kept my end of our deal."

"I know that. Your friends –"

"– aren't the useless bunch you thought I run with –"

"And they'll protect you with everything they've got even if it means going against me," he supplied. "I know that now, Y/N."

"Merely knowing doesn't change a thing." You finally met his eyes, the animosity seeming to dissipate as you strengthened your resolve to decide without his influence, and just consider how you felt for once.

"But it does." He walked towards the shelf, fetching the decanter of his favorite whiskey, silently offering some to you but you declined, shaking your head. "What do you mean?"

"I see a great deal of myself in Gojo Satoru." At that, he smirked as if he was reliving a bittersweet memory. "I know that look of determination, that profound urge to protect you just to keep you by his side by all means regardless of who he has to go against.

I recognized that look on his face when he looked at you with so much longing when we met him at your university; the triumph and affection when he pulled you to his side along with the war he waged against me for making you unhappy..."

"That one thinks he'll win in anything."

"So did I, and that's all I've ever done." He shrugged. "I do not discount the fact that he has the means to do whatever he wanted, but what's so profound about it is his drive and single-mindedness to have you

I don't know if your aunt told you, but your grandfather hated me enough to want to kill me." He scoffed but it was without its usual edge. "Gangsters."

That was a surprise. "Grandpa seems to like you," you countered, sure that memory serves you right. You didn't hate your dad because old man Itadori asked you to understand him more. You didn't say that out loud.

Your dad shook his head. "Not always. He always threatened me every chance he got. Behind your mom's back, of course. He acted all nicely when he knows she's around.

I had to fight tooth and nail to gain his approval, perhaps even his affection. He didn't like me even when your mother already decided to marry me, even when she was pregnant with you."

"What changed?"

He smiled at you then, and you could see just why your mom fell for him. "You were born." He sat down across you, legs crossing as he took a sip from his drink. "And you're her spitting image, Itadori Wasuke's favorite daughter. You should have seen the look on his face when he first saw you. He looked at me as if I gave him the greatest gift in the world."

The thought of it hurt you even more, causing you to stand enraged. What was the point of telling you? Everyone else in your family showed you just how important you are to them, it didn't have to come from him. He didn't have any right. "But you hate me," you lashed out, tears falling from your eyes.

"No, honey, I don't –"

"Yes, you do! I know mom died because she got sick after giving birth to me. And you blamed me for it enough to send me away! You don't even want to see me. You think I didn't hear your conversations with Aunt? The way you treat my cousins as if they're dirt under your shoes? And then what? You suddenly decided you wanna be my dad? Make that make sense!"

You were shaking from all the yelling you did, but oddly enough, it felt cathartic, your pain ebbing away with each word you uttered. It made you realize you still held him dear to you in spite of the anger; that you still craved his attention, affection and approval. Because in your heart of hearts, he is still your only family and it hurt you that he didn't want you.

"I don't hate you and neither do I harbor the same emotion for your aunt and your cousins, especially Sukuna," he stated, reaching out to you to placate you, pulling you into his arms except you refused. Still, he held you tight, soothing your back. "What have I done to you?"

"You hate me," you whispered through sobs.

"Forgive me. I loved your mother so much that I couldn't bear the thought of destroying you, too, in the process of me falling apart. I didn't give you away. I thought...I thought you'd be better off with people who can give you all the love you deserved, but I ended up doing just that.

Forgive me for not having the courage to look you and your cousins in the eye because you all have so much of your mom in all of you, and instead of reveling in it, it only reminded me of my loss."

"You weren't the only one who lost her."

"I know. I see it now." He breathed in deeply. "Forgive me for my groundless fear when I learned you were seeing Satoru, thinking so much ahead of myself, afraid you will end up like your mom and that I'll lose you, too. I'm so sorry. I'm a shitty father, I know that."

You scoffed, looking at him. "You were."

"I don't hate you, Y/N. You're all that I've left of your mother. How can I?" Tears shone in his eyes, but he tried his best not to cry, but the agony showed in his eyes, a spark of tje warmth you've always craved for finally there for you to see. He sighed. "You don't have to go if you don't want to."

"I don't..." You calmed down a tad, your sobs reducing to sniffles, suddenly preoccupied about what he said about Satoru. "What about Satoru? Why did you bother enough to do..." You stepped back, a little exasperated. "...all of this..."

For the first time, your dad looked ashamed of himself. "I guess I was going through every father's nightmare. I understood your grandfather when Sukuna said you were different around Satoru."

"I didn't realize that either until you showed up in Hokkaido." You shivered inwardly at the way you treated Satoru back then upon reflecting on them. "You don't like him."

He flashed you a rueful smile, but that dissipated into annoyance. "I did a background check on him. He's a playboy and I only had Sukuna's words to vouch for him where your wellbeing was concerned."

You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up in your throat. "I'm not proud of it, but if you should know, I was the asshole in our relationship."

He frowned, both at your choice of words and the thought of you being the bad guy. "That doesn't sound right."

"But it's true. I put him through too much."

"Do you love him?"

You nodded, motioning to pick up the document you brought with you. "Enough to fight you in court for absolute emancipation, Atty. L/N." You waved the file in front of you. "Glad we didn't have to go there."

Your father regarded the file with sorrow in his eyes and finally, his tears fell. "You're so much like your mother."

You shook your head. "No, dad. I'm a lot more like you." You shrugged, tossing the file back on the table, composing yourself despite the emotions overflowing in you, and your dad did the same. You got your emotional constipation for him for sure. Your mom had too big of a heart not to show affection, or so you remembered.

"So...Gojo Satoru..."

"Yes."

He scrunched his nose. "You couldn't have fallen for Nanami Kento instead?"

"Dad!" You snickered. "Ken is a very good friend. He's a bit scary though. Very much like a father."

"I wouldn't have disapproved of him."

"Satoru isn't bad at all."

"He's too pretty for a boy."

"I know right?" You flashed him a worried look. "Can I please introduce him to you formally now?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No. Be nice."

"Fine. As long as he doesn't call me father-in-law just yet."

You fell into easy laughter, finally having the kind of conversation you wish you've always had with him. And it felt good even if you missed all those years you should have spent that way with him. There's more to look forward to.

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Part 17

Larissa Weems part 16 | part 18 | ao3

Apologies for how long this took me to write. Forgive me. No warnings but it gets a little suggestive near the end. The next chapyer will be pg (I assume idk what imma write yet) but the following one will be 18+ if I stick to my plan… (6.5k)

There’s a nip in the air, Autumn’s cold embrace slowly curling around her form. Seeping into her bones despite her layers and the scarf that nestled around her neck. Her vision is hazy, subtle but enough for her to notice that the world looks softer. The leaves that begin to orange are fuzzy and mesh into a clump rather than maintaining their own distinct shapes. The trunks of trees look as if they were painted with a frayed brush, their edges bleeding into their surroundings.

The wind is deafening but there is no strong gale, only a gentle breeze that caresses the grass and ushers the clouds along the sky at a languid pace. So slowly that they appear stationary. The sun injects the sky with its brilliant light, dripping gold into the atmosphere and dusting the treetops in a luster.

A familiar presence sits to her right, there is space between them but not much — there’s scarcely any, a hair’s breadth. She shivers and draws the scarf closer to her, seeking any additional warmth that she can. The grass beneath her feels damp and cold.

She turns to look at her company, their gaze set on the expanse before them, birds can be heard in the distance singing their songs before they rest for the night. The sun is fast approaching the horizon and its honeyed light catches in ink black eyes. Many many years ago she would have described them as enchanting and inviting — back then she wished to crawl into them and bask in their warmth. But now, in the present day, there is no fondness left for those ink black eyes.

The quirk of plum coloured lips, that contrasts starkly with paper white skin, draws her gaze down to them. It falls lower, following the strands of pin straight raven hair. Their tresses are long, the ends pool on the forest floor in lazy curls. Something is off… She feels as if everything is perfect but her disdain for this woman runs deep in her veins. She should be sharing this idyllic moment with someone, their face she is unable to picture in her mind but she knows it is definitely not Morticia.

Silence stretches on between them as the sun dips down. What could be minutes or hours pass until the sound of leaves crunching underfoot disrupts the tranquillity. Morticia hums in delight as she keeps her eyes on the landscape. Larissa looks over her shoulder to the new presence and everything clicks into place when she sees your face. A dreamy smile plastered onto her lips as she watches you approach. Why Morticia is next to her she does not know. But what she does know is you’re meant to be beside her.

Your lips curve into a smile when you meet her eyes, “I didn’t know we’d have company,” you speak lightly coming to a stop a few feet from the duo. You’re curious, not annoyed.

Larissa opens her mouth to reply before she closes it. She has no answer.

“Larissa,” finally Morticia moves, leaning back on her arms as she twists her body to look at you. A coy smile on her lips as she lets her eyes trail over every inch of your body, her voice husky and sultry, “you never told me how bewitching your little toy is,”

“Morticia,” her words are loaded with warning and it’s no small miracle that Larissa didn’t tear Morticia’s head from her shoulders.

The ravenette only brushes her off as she stands and saunters over to you, adding sufficient sway to her hips, she stops a few meters away from you, silently prompting you to take the last few steps. Which you do. Slowly and unsteadily as if you were approaching a wild animal. Your eyes trained on Morticia as your lips part, mesmerised by her.

“Atikah?” Larissa calls out. A horrible cloying lump of anxiety burrows in her throat as she gets up from the ground.

Your eyes flit over to her before they’re back on Morticia. You barely spared her a cursory glance. Morticia closes the last of the distance between you, her hands landing on your waist before falling lower… resting on the swell of your hips where she pulls you flush to her.

Larissa goes to call out your name again but her voice breaks and catches in her throat as she lets out a strangled cry instead. A stinging sensation burns behind her eyes as hot tears begin to well. Morticia removes one of her hands and holds your face by your chin. Tilting your head up as she leans in. Plum coloured lips inching closer to yours.

What’s worse is the smile on your lips as you rush to close the gap.

The Principal wakes as the witching hour starts. Calling out a broken plea for you into her empty bedroom. It’s pitch black, the curtains drawn blocking the silvery moonlight from streaming in. With shaking arms she pulls herself into a sitting position. Fumbling for the switch on her bedside lamp. Its warm yellow light floods the room but its reach isn’t enough to whisk away the shadows that congeal in the corners of her room. They seem to laugh at her.

Her chest heaves as warm tears fall down her face onto her lap in steady streams accompanied by broken sobs. Her hands tremble as she runs them through her hair. The room spins as she tries and fails to take any amount of control of her breathing.

Her eyes fly around the room trying to count things she can see in hopes to reel her mind in and give it some semblance of calm. Her sights land on her phone and a white stuffed cat that she kept on her nightstand.

Your phone rattled against the wooden floor, you had fallen asleep after scrolling endlessly through videos and in your tiredness had let it drop to the floor as you curled into your covers. It’s incessant vibrating wakes you but you refuse to open your eyes, desperate to hold onto the last little piece of sleep you can. A hand shoots out the cocoon you’d made of your duvet as you blindly search for the offending item.

Once in hand you peek an eye open to read the caller id. Normally when you see ‘Rissa <3’ light up your screen you’re happy. But it’s unlike her to call during the middle of the night and it worries you just a little. You prop yourself up on one elbow as you answer the phone. Your voice gravelly and your fatigue is evident.

“Hey,” you stifle a yawn, “what’s up?”

Her voice is a little staticky over the line, but you can tell something is up, “I’m sorry to wake you, I just… just wanted to hear your voice,” she sounds sheepish.

“It’s alright Rissa,” you coo, “is everything okay?”

“I- yes, yes everything’s fine,” she falls silent for a beat, “sorry, I’ll let you get back to sleep,”

She hangs up before you can object. You stare at your screen in confusion and then toss your covers aside. Slipping on a pair of slippers and shoving the the first hoodie you could reach over your head.

Nevermore is deathly silent as you traverse the halls. The building seems to breathe as it settles itself into its foundations. Lamps made to look like torches line the walls at even intervals. They’re only ever on at nightfall.

You slip down a small corridor that runs adjacent to Larissa’s office. Her personal quarters have two entrances, one that adjoins her public study and the other down this discrete hallway — it’s really just a dead end. This entrance is inconspicuous, it still fits in with Nevermore’s grandeur and gothic nature but on it’s on the more simple side.

You knock on it, loud enough so it could be heard but you’re met with silence. You knock again and when the outcome is the same you take a step back and survey the door. You know she keeps a spare key somewhere.

If this was a house you’d check under the doormat but there is none. Two potted plants flank either side of the door frame and you check under both with no luck. You bite your lip as you look for anything out of place but nothing appears to be fake or sound hollow when you tap it.

You’re not about to give up. You take to pacing a little as you try to pretend to be Larissa. If you were an insanely hot principal, where would you hide a spare key? You run your hand along the panelled door, eyes roaming over the walls until a brick catches your attention. It’s a little too clean to be the same age as the others.

It’s as good a guess as any, so you steady yourself with one hand on the wall as you go on the very tips of your toes and reach as far as you can. Pressing the brick does the trick as it pops out of place. It’s a struggle wiggling it out of place but you manage it. Not without aching a little from the stretch. The top of it is hollowed out just enough to house a key. It’s bronze and looks like those old vintage keys.

You push the key into the lock and go through the arduous task of putting the brick back in place. You have to resort to jumping and simultaneously pushing it back in, it only takes you a few dozen tries. But once it’s clicked back into place you let yourself into Larissa’s quarters. Locking the door behind you as you call out her name softly.

The door takes you to her living room, the entrance to her office embedded into the opposite wall. It’s dark and you have to rely on your memory to navigate the furniture. You press an ear to Larissa's bedroom door and hear nothing. You debate going back to your quarters — perhaps she had gone back to sleep, you would hate to disturb her. But there’s a nagging feeling in your chest. So you slink into the room without a sound. Closing the door behind you silently.

A lamp was on and Larissa lay on her side, her back facing you. Silvery blonde tresses spread across her pillows and picked up the light, it looked as if fairy lights had been threaded through her hair. You smile at the sight as you pad over, rounding the bed to crouch down at the edge.

You thought it impossible to grow fonder of this woman but you stand corrected. Cuddled to her was the cat you had won for her at the Harvest Festival many weeks ago. Her arms wrapped around it tightly as she clutched it to her chest. You would say this was the picture of perfection if it weren’t for the troubled look on her face. You pout to yourself as you reach a hand out and gently shake her.

“Larissa,” you hum softly as her eyes flutter open.

Pale lashes tickle her cheek as she slowly gains her bearings. Roused from a dreamless sleep. She murmurs your name, confused as her brows furl. Her blue eyes flitting between yours.

“Is everything okay?” You ask again, one hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair from her face.

You rest it against her cheek, your thumb brushing over the swell of it. You admire the crows feet that grace the outer corner of her eyes whilst Larissa mulls over her answer.

Her face takes on a hardened look, “shouldn’t you be in Morticia’s bed,” she spits.

“Rissa?” You whisper with equal parts hurt and confusion as you pull back your hand.

Without taking her eyes off of you, the blonde sits up before continuing on, “I know I’m not much compared to her but the least you could do is end things first before you go giving yourself to another woman- ”

“Why would I be in a mortician’s bed?” You look up at her searching her eyes for any rational explanation, “There is no other- ”

“Don’t lie to me!” Her voice quivers from concealed anger.

“Larissa what the fuck?!” Your chest heaves indignantly.

In the few moments after waking, reality tends to blur with dreams. And it’s impossible to discern what’s real and what’s a figment of the imagination. Larissa finally comes to her wits and heavy regret slams down on her like cinder blocks.

“I’m so sorry!” Fresh tears build and tumble down her face as she covers her mouth with her hand, “I- I had a bad dream. I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry darling,”

You stay quiet as you observe the blonde who stares at you, sitting still as if any movement would scare you off. You’re still crouching by her side, chest rising and falling in measured breaths, the muscle in your jaw twitches as your lips press into a thin line. Your eyes bore into her under the furl of your brows. She grows more sick as your silence draws on. Eventually you extend your hand out slowly, when she doesn’t move away you wipe away her tears.

“Do you think that little of me?”

“No.” She’s quick to answer.

“You think I take my feelings, and yours, lightly?”

A pause, then, “No.” It’s whispered.

The woman chances a glance into your eyes and finds your affronted anger has melted away into an anguished concern. If she looks a little closer she’d find the seeds of doubt and insecurity take root. Silently your eyes implore her to explain herself.

“The dream was so vivid…” Larissa rests her hands in her lap and picks at her cuticles, “It… I saw you with someone else. In my dream, you chose someone else. I was right there and so was she… and it was her that was chosen… again,” she trails off getting lost in her memories.

Larissa begins to feel embarrassed, it was an impossible pairing. Morticia was married and states away, whilst you were here. With her. Just as she’s about to apologise, you speak up.

“Dream me is a foolish woman, an absolute idiot,” you mutter scathingly to this other version of you which draws a wry chuckle out of Larissa. “I don’t know who Morticia is… but the only woman I want is you.”

You stand abruptly.

“It was just a bad dream,” you say with a tone of finality.

You shirk off your jumper and shoes. All the while Larissa watches minorly complexed, her eyes follow your movement as you climb over her and worm your way under the covers. Your arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her down to lay next to you so you could press your face into her neck, and marvel at how soft her hair felt against your skin. You could smell the lavender scent of her shampoo.

“I could have moved over,” she mumbles.

Mentally she relaxes, you’ve not stormed out on her. In fact you’ve done the opposite and you’ve held her close. She wants to cry again.

“But then you’d be on the cold side of the bed,”

Larissa turns in your embrace a dusting of red on her face at your gesture, she murmurs a quiet thank you then a stillness envelopes the air around you.

“Please don’t question my feelings for you,” your words are hushed but firm as you break the quietude, “I love you, more than you’ll ever understand,”

Larissa freezes in your arms. Eyes wide as she stares at the top of your head. She doesn’t trust her ears. There’s no way you said that… surely not. You can’t mean that, it’s all a mistake. Bound to be-

“I can feel your mind,” you pull back to look into her clouded eyes, “I love you, Larissa Weems,”

You bring a hand up to cup her cheek, your thumb caressing over the swell of her cheekbone. She blinks slowly. Then lets out a shuddery breath.

She struggles to find the words, she knows what she wants to tell you. But how, she doesn’t know. Your lips, soft and gentle, against her own stop her mind from racing.

“You don’t need to say anything, I just need you to know that I love you, and I am yours and only yours.” you murmur against her lips, “If you’ll have me… I’d like to be yours officially,”

“Please,” Larissa breathes out.

You smile and kiss her again, still chaste, just enjoying the feeling of her mouth on yours as you begin tracing mindless patterns on her back. She dons another one of her silk night slips, the thin straps leave plenty of skin for your hands.

In the light of the room you can see the freckles that dust her shoulders. Without thinking you pull away and dip your head down to pepper a few kisses over them. Larissa lets out a pleased hum — she adored how unabashed you were with your affection. She never found herself having to ask or beg for it.

“I…” Larissa swallows thickly, forcing down the lump rising in her throat, you deserve to hear the words from her, “I love you too, deeply,”

Each year a short assembly was held in the main hall – or in the courtyard if the weather permitted it – to announce that year’s Rave’N theme. In the meeting the rules of the dance were also discussed, more of a tick box action, it needed to be addressed despite being common knowledge. The main one was no alcohol. Of course, Larissa would turn a blind eye to the older students who would sneak away to their dorms and share booze at the end of the night. She had done the same during her Nevermore days, and as long as they behaved for the most part she would pretend she didn't hear the sound of glass bottles clinking in bags.

You walk with your morning class through the hallways, rain battered the ground outside and ricocheted off of the windows. You look out onto the dreary landscape, a misty haze falls over the forests – making the world feel like it wasn't as big as it was. A chipper voice draws your gaze away from the window. You look to the side at Enid

“Miss. Karnstein, what do you think the theme is?!” Enid asks. From her tone you can tell she’s just impatient and is hoping you’ve been let in on the details already.

You give her a bemused smile as you shake your head slowly, “Nope,” you pop the ‘p’.

The lycan sighs theatrically, and you think for a moment that she would make for a wonderful actress. Following that train of thought you look over your shoulder at the rest of the class, as your gaze flits past faces you conjure up all the possible careers and jobs they could take on. Your lips curve into a smile at each person’s potential.

“Are you going to the dance?”

“Probably, yes,” you say half distracted as you come to a stop.

You place a hand at the small of Enid’s back, it hovers a few inches from her as you gently guide her through the tall doorways of the main hall. You remain in place as you allow all your students to filter in, you slip into the hall and close the doors behind you.

You could count on one hand, excluding your thumb, how many times you had been in the assembly hall. The highschool you had attended as a teenager was on the larger end and doubled as the main sports hall. Nevermore’s was something entirely different. When you craned your neck as far back as you could, your eyes would find a ridiculously intricate and detailed ribbed vaulted ceiling. The masonry that jutted out to create the ribs intersected each other to create symmetrical geometric patterns, and the spaces between were filled with artworks all varied in subject matter. If you had to hazard a guess, you would say that the paintings depicted scenes from Outcast history. The supporting pillars that stuck out on the walls were filled with serpentine carvings of flowers and bats, you assume a vampire had designed the school when it was being built.

The seats were plush and similar to what you would find in an old theatre, upholstered in some sort of velvet fabric. Nothing like the hard varnished wooden benches at your highschool. You feel a tinge of jealousy.

You walk up a few steps and take a seat at the edge of the row where your class sits, beside you is Xavier who looks as if he were about to fall asleep whilst Ajax, on his other side, has actually dozed off. The crackle from the microphone perched on an elaborately crafted wooden lectern causes a hush to travel through the room.

There she stands, hands placed either side of the podium as she waits for the room to fall completely silent. The assembly hall featured a typical theatre stage, deep crimson drapes were held to the side, showing the black wall of the far side of the stage, The valance curtain was the same rich red and housed Nevermore’s badge in the centre. The cream dress Larissa had chosen stood out brilliantly against the dark expanse around her, as if she were a beacon of light to guide wayward travellers to safety and salvation.

She’s enthralling when she addresses a crowd, the tilt to her head, how she smiles, how she clasps her hands together only to tear them apart so she can gesture with them, and how she stands tall, shoulders back, unafraid to take up space by existing.

Her velvety smooth voice fills the hall, as she begins her speech, you try your best to listen but her red lips are so tantalising and has your mind running off into the gutter. How you wish you weren't here, and instead somewhere private with her… plump lips on your skin, waves of silver hair threaded between your fingers, her hand setting your skin ablaze in its wake as it travels down your body. The sinful noises she would make-

You jump in your seat when something hits your shoulder. You turn to your right to see Xavier jerk his head up, looking a little bewildered as he regains his bearings.

“You okay?” you murmur.

“Y-Yeah, sorry,” he fights through a yawn.

You nod and return your gaze back to the front. Your endeavour to pay attention ends in failure as you get lost in Larissa’s presence. And before you know it everyones standing from their seats, chatter filling the cavernous room. The assembly is over and people need to get back to their classes. You wait until the row in front of you has started down the stairs before ushering your class to file out.

You stand at the door and once the last of your students leave you go to follow. But not before looking back at Larissa who remains on the stage, you find, to your pleasant surprise, that she’s already looking at you. When your eyes meet her smile deepens and she nods to you with a small wave that you’re all too happy to return before disappearing out the hall.

You close your classroom door and let your students just talk for the last five minutes of the lesson. You sit at your desk and mindlessly fiddle with a pad of sticky notes. In no time at all Enid has sidled up next to you. Staring at you until you sense her eyes and turn to her slowly – a mild look of confusion on your face.

“Are you and Principal Weems gonna go to the dance together!?”

You blink. You hadn’t thought about it. Obviously you were, especially since you both had agreed to be official. You didn't need to but it felt nice to be able to say, with confidence, that Larissa Weems was your girlfriend, your partner, your lover. Subconsciously a smile worms its way onto your lips as you picture her angelic face in your mind.

“If she says yes,” you hum, “What do you think of this year’s theme?” Your eyes flit past Enid’s shoulder to Wednesday who is walking over. You give her a small nod of acknowledgment as she stops next to her lycan friend, you note she stands a little closer than a friend would, even a best friend.

The young blonde looks up in thought as she taps her chin, “Hmm, well, I like it, but as a proud werewolf…” Enid trails off.

You purse your lips trying to piece together what the theme could be, but Enid’s answer just has you more confused. As an adult you would have thought you would become better at paying attention.

“Dracula’s Ballroom,” a steady voice answers your unvoiced questions, “Elaborate gowns, decorated suits, and flowing capes. Fake fangs optional,” Wednesday reiterates a portion of Larissa’s speech.

“Thank you,” is all you can say sheepishly as the bell rings out.

The strangled creak of your window being pushed open breaks your concentration, you lower the volume of your music until it’s a ghost of a noise. You wear a smirk as you leave your desk chair and crouch down to meet Bärchen. Your hand runs through her silky fur as she butts her head against your knee.

“I’ve missed you,” you chuckle, scooping her up into your arms. Pressing a kiss to her forehead.

You hadn’t seen your little feline in a while, her visits had become scarce. If you had to pinpoint a specific time when her appearances had stopped then you’d hazard a guess around about when you had first kissed Larissa. Bärchen chirps as she pushes her head into your neck, pulling you free from your ponderings, her loud purring filling the room.

You bundled up an old sweater in the corner of your desk and plopped the cat down in the nest you had made before taking your seat again and resuming your work. Your eyes flit across the screen, every now and then you reach out to stroke Bärchen, finding comfort in her white coat.

Larissa decided she wasn’t close enough to you, so with determined steps, her furry little feet took her to the edge of the desk where she hopped down onto your lap. Turning in a circle a few times as she prodded your legs with her paws until she deemed them soft enough to curl up on.

And so your evening is spent rooted in your chair as Bärchen takes a quick catnap. Curled into a perfect circle with one paw sticking out. Eventually you get bored of lesson planning, and decide it’s time to turn in for the night. Ruefully you stroke the cat’s cheek to wake her, she jumps in fright despite your attempts to rouse her softly. To combat her embarrassment she starts licking her paw and cleaning the top of her head with an urgent suddenness, in an attempt to appear nonchalant.

“It’s bedtime for us,” you coo, lifting Bärchen as you stand.

You stretch your legs, sighing in relief as you dispel the dull ache in your muscles. Bärchen wriggled in your grasp, displeased with being moved. She voices it vocally with a series of mews and a monotone growl. You only shush her and cover her round head with your hand. The growl fizzles out.

You tuck her into your bed before getting changed, keeping an eye on the cat from your peripheral. Bärchen’s pupils dilate until hardly a sliver of that brilliant blue can be seen. And her purring is the loudest you’ve ever heard it. You purse your lips in thought as you disappear into your ensuite and rush through your nighttime routine.

Larissa feels the need to sleep weigh on her, she’s terribly tired — Wednesday had been antagonising Xavier all day, pulling all sorts of mayhem. Namely trying to tie him down and use him as a dummy for acupuncture, or so she claimed. The needles she had confiscated from Wednesday were thick and heavy, nothing like the kind used for acupuncture.

Perhaps she could stay for a short while longer or until you fell asleep. Then she would disappear back to her quarters and get some much needed rest herself. She begins to lose herself in thought — fond memories of you flashing in her mind until the mattress dipping under your weight broke her reverie.

Wordlessly you set an alarm on your phone and placed it on the nightstand, pushing items out of the way with it to make space. Something clunks to the floor but you ignore it. Too content to snatch Bärchen back into your arms and curl the covers around your forms. You press your face into the back of her head, the faintest smell of spiced citrus fills your nostrils.

The passage of time is lost on both of you, you don’t know how long you lay there, eyes closed as you take steady and consistent breaths. Nor does Larissa know how long she stays curled against your body, listening intently to your heart — its beat consistent. She’s convinced you’ve fallen asleep, she pushes up and presses her forehead to the underside of your chin before pulling herself out of your hold and out from under the covers. Her back is turned to you the whole process leaving her unaware of the fact that you’re watching her through half-opened eyes, a pensive look clouding them.

You allow her to hop down onto the floor and trot over to the window when you lean up on your elbows. Head cocked to the side.

“Won’t you stay the night, Larissa?” you whisper out.

Bärchen freezes mid-step, her front paw suspended in the air as it hangs limp. Her face peers up at you, pupils razor thin slits.

In her spot Bärchen seems to grow. She pushes up onto her hind legs as her form morphs becoming eerily human until Larissa Weems stands at your window. Staring at you with eyes like saucers, jaw tensed, and lips pursed. She stands stock still, her only movement the bob of her throat as she swallows. Her mouth feels painfully dry. And her heart feels like a jackhammer in her chest. The blonde feels her palms grow clammy.

Your expression is similar. Your eyebrows are nearly at your hairline, eyes mirroring Larissa’s as your mouth hangs open. Your brows move, one remains raised as the other is pushed down. Your eyes jump between the principal's as you finish registering the sight before you. A breathy laugh of disbelief leaves you before it turns into peals of giggles.

Tentatively Larissa calls out your name. Her voice delicate as she tries to gauge your mood.

“You’re a shapeshifter?”

Larissa swallows again, “Yes.”

You get up out of your bed, and walk over to your chest of drawers. Fishing around for one of Larissa’s t-shirts that you had acquired without her knowledge. All the while she watches you like a hawk. Her answer hung heavy in the air.

You take her hand and guide her to your bed, setting the top to the side as you push her down to sit on the edge of the mattress. You place your hands on her knees and gently push them apart so you can stand between them. She stares up at you wordlessly as your hands move around and up to toy with the fastenings of her dress.

“May I?”

Normally she would start to get excited. Larissa was human and less than decent thoughts of you often dirtied her mind, before she had confessed she was diligent in keeping them at bay but as of late she indulged her fantasies a little more.

Her initial answer is no, she doesn’t want to shift any part of her if this is going where she thinks it’s going. She wants to lay with you as herself, no adjustments. But there’s a softness in your eyes and she chastises herself, she takes a leap and ignores her gut crying out for her to run.

“Yes.” She says for a second time.

You smile and make quick work of it, slipping the dress down her shoulders — a few kisses are pressed to them — down her torso until it’s bundled at her hips. You lean back to admire her bare chest save from the cream bra she wears, it’s nothing elaborate but it’s certainly nice to look at with an intricate lace design. You can’t help the strangled whimper from escaping your lips which doesn’t go unnoticed by Larissa.

Your eyes fall lower to her stomach, taking in the soft swell of it and the way it folds to create rolls. You fall in love with it, something about it was so beautifully feminine and human. You let your fingers trace over the stretch marks on her skin, your movements slow as you watch her face for any signs of discomfort. None are to be found.

With a deep inhale you push the dress past her hips and coax her to move so you can slip it off her body entirely. You make quick work of folding it and draping it over the back of your chair before standing in front of her again. Letting your eyes roam across the artwork sitting before you. Her waist pulls in before the rise of her hips that lead to luscious thighs and sculpted calves. You inhale sharply as you catch Larissa squeeze her legs together whilst she squirms.

This whole time not a word has been exchanged. Larissa feels a heat pool between her legs, she feels exposed sitting in nothing but her underwear and heels. She hates not having the upper hand, not having control. But with you it’s exciting, and her breathing becomes faster and her mind races. Wondering what your next move would be… The blonde was never a glutton but she wouldn’t mind if you spent the whole night fucking her in every single position physically possible. Using her until she’s spent and all she can think of is you.

You lean over, bent at the hip as you hold Larissa’s face with both hands, you press your lips to her in an urgent kiss, which soon turns into a wet mess of tongues pushing against each other. Short panting gasps escape when you part for a millisecond to breathe in air before you’re back on her lips. Feasting as if you were starved and famished.

Large hands land on your hips, pulling you onto her lap, your thighs bracketing her body as you push yourself against her. She holds you down as her hips roll up into you, drawing a low moan from you. Desire spikes in Larissa as a dull throb begins to pick up between her legs. She pulls away from your mouth, your desperate whine is music to her ears. Your neck is her target, and ruby painted lips pepper wet kisses down it, focusing on a spot that has you bucking your hips and whimpering. Your head falls to the side, offering more of your skin to the angel before you.

Slowly you start to grind your hips against her, enjoying the salacious moans against your neck. You move your hands to her shoulders, about to push her down onto the bed but a yawn overtakes you. You instinctively turn away and cover your mouth. An apology is quick to follow whilst you rub your eyes in a desperate attempt to keep them open.

“Darling,” she coos.

“I want you so badly, but-”

“Another night,” she reassured you, not a hint of annoyance present in her voice.

“I’m sorry Riss- ” you cut yourself off with another yawn.

“Don’t be,”

You nod in defeat, lamenting the ache in your core that would go untreated tonight. You twist in her lap and snatch the t-shirt. In a fluid movement you have it over her head and help her poke her arms through the sleeves. Your hands trail down her chest over her stomach before slipping under the hem. You unclasp her bra and remove your hands. Helping pull the straps down her arms and free her of the bra.

You can see her nipples poke through the thin fabric. A lopsided smirk plays on your lips as you take one between your fingers, pressing it firmly as you twirl it. Fascinated by the way Larissa inhales and arches her back. Her eyes fluttering close.

“You little devil,” she huffs before using her strong arms to whisk you under the covers.

Your giggles fill the room as you wiggle about until you’re comfy in Larissa’s embrace. It’s solid and comforting. You feel secure. You peer up into her eyes as you try and fail to suppress another yawn.

“So, you’re a shapeshifter?” You pick up the conversation from earlier.

You rub what you hope to be soothing circles against her back when you feel her tense up. She nods slowly.

“You know it was a completely wild guess, I didn’t actually think you were really Bärchen,” you confess, “I felt a little silly asking a cat to stay, but it was you in the end,”

“Wh- ” her voice broke, she cleared her throat and tried again, “What gave me away?”

She doesn’t meet your eye, looking ahead at some spot on the wall.

You ponder your next words, “Just small things,” you answer simply. Nuzzling into her neck.You can feel her need to know the specifics, so you pull yourself out of your increasing tiredness for a brief moment, “One time I messed up your hair and the next second it was all neat and tidy… also cat you had the same pretty blue eyes,”

“Can this stay between us?”

“Of course,” you hum as you pull her closer to you, “Can I ask why you’ve been visiting me as a cat?”

“No, it’s too embarrassing,” the blonde mumbles under her breath as her hand cards through your hair.

“Pretty please,” you whine.

With a defeated sigh Larissa concedes. Her words are slow as she fights down her embarrassment, “You make me nervous, and before we started being friends… I didn’t have the courage to talk to you,”

You stay quiet, peeking up at her melancholy expression.

“I wanted to spend time with you and it seems that turning into a cat was the only viable option in my head,” she finishes. Slightly befuddled as she voiced out her own thought process, “Apparently talking to you like a normal person was too easy of an option,”

“I make you nervous?”

Larissa’s breath hitches. She had hoped you would gloss over her use of the present tense. Boy was she a fool to think she’d get away with that, given you taught English.

She nods. Cheeks glowing red.

“Aren’t you cute, kitten?” you croon.

Larissa stills. Eyes wide and her cheeks blazing red.

“Kit- kitten?”

“Would you rather I call you my little kitty cat?”

“Oh hush you!”

“As you wish… kitten,”

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eldritch-nightmare · 8 months

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Had smth in mind based on those Jeff Headcannons you did,,,,,What about The Doll Maker or Bloody Painter(or both idk I’m indecisive) yandere Headcannons but with a willing reader,,,Thought abt that while listening to Ayesha Erotica, idk how

a/n: your wish is my command. going with the bloody painter since i haven't really written much for him here yet. this one got away from me a bit. sorry if it's messy, but i hope you find enjoyment from it nonetheless <3

yandere bloody painter with a willing s/o.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere content, puppeteer cameo bc why not, crush at first... smile?, reader goes to an art school, reader has some questionable morals, stalking, possessive behavior, murder, blood, breaking and entering, the public nor authorities doesn't know that helen is the bloody painter in this btw, morbid painting, a brief description of gore, idk art so sorry if i describe it incorrectly.

Oh, man. I can see him behaving in two different ways. One is the way he'd behave around you if you were there in his childhood and the other is if he met you after everything happened. For this, we'll focus on how he behaves after everything happened.

Helen is very emotionally reserved and pretty apathetic, to be honest with you. It's very difficult to get close to him. I like to think that you two met while he was getting some more art supplies.

He saw you struggling to pick between two paints and, being the artist that he is, he decided to do something a little nice for once and help you out.

And, a little bit to his surprise, that led to a rather lengthy conversation about art as you detailed to him the art project you were working on and how you really weren't sure what direction you wanted to take it because the prompt given to you didn't give you any ideas.

And as we all know, Helen is nothing if not an artist. So, obviously, he listens to every little detail you provide him and offers some advice that may help you out before you two go your separate ways.

And--

Huh. Why'd his chest suddenly feel all warm at the sight of your smile?

He finds himself drawing your smiling face later, thinking that maybe the warm feeling in his chest was just a random burst of inspiration. I mean, he is an artist after all. Inspiration tends to strike at the most random times.

His dear friend seems to think otherwise.

"Aw, does Helen have a little crush?" -> "If you don't have anything of value to say, then please keep your mouth shut."

He doesn't have a crush on you. Not that he knows what it's like to have a crush, I mean he's never been in love before, but he doesn't. No way.

Then he sees you again, and damn. I guess The Puppeteer was right. He does have a crush. Oh well. He accepts this revelation immediately and comes to terms with this newfound feeling rather quickly.

It's just a small crush, one that he's sure will go away soon. But he's never felt this way before, and the feeling leaves him curious, so he finds himself actively seeking you out.

He doesn't consider it to be stalking at first, just... studying. But then he follows you home one day, and he realizes that maybe these feelings of his aren't as small as he thought they were.

Does he feel bad for stalking you? I think, momentarily, he questions why he's doing this but... he's not a great guy in the first place. He does kill people and use their blood as paint, after all.

And you're aware that someone is watching you. You can feel eyes on you most nights. You should be scared, you know that, but... for some reason, you don't. If anything, you start leaving your blinds open more often.

Helen will sometimes even sketch you while he watches you. The way you hold yourself and the way you move around... it just makes him want to capture every moment he can in his sketchbook. He even briefly considers picking up photography as a hobby the longer he watches you, but he decides to just stick with his own form of art.

But he really likes it when he gets to see you make your own art.

And that's when he breaks into your home for the first time. You were out with some friends, and when you came home, you noticed your door was unlocked. At first, you didn't really think much of it, but when you went to your room, you couldn't help but feel as if something were off.

It took you a while, but you soon discovered that some of your drawings were missing. Thankfully, none of the ones you drew for class were missing.

You had no means of contacting your stalker, which you suppose is a good thing, so instead you just wrote on a piece of paper and taped it to your window.

'Glad you like my drawings.'

And the next day, taped on the outside of your window was a little doodle of a smiley face.

You didn't give this odd relationship much thought, to be honest. You thought it was kinda cute that this random stranger seemed to derive some type of joy from watching you. He hasn't done anything to hurt you, and his intentions don't seem malicious, so you honestly had no problem with it.

Of course, your friends definitely thought it was weird. They think that you need to report your stalker to the police, but you choose to ignore their concerns. You reassure them that if you ever feel as if you're life is in any danger, you'll inform the authorities about what's happening.

So, it goes on like this for a while. Helen would mostly stick to watching you from afar, but sometimes he'd break into your place while you're sleeping just to get a closer look at you. Sometimes, you'll wake up and there will be a drawing of you on your nightstand. You keep those drawings tucked away safely in one of the many empty sketchbooks you own.

Then a... domino effect of sorts took place.

You started going to a new café since it was closer to where you lived and closer to the school you attended. -> There's a cute barista there who always flirts with you whenever you buy a coffee or get yourself a treat. -> You humored their behavior because you thought it was cute, so you would flirt back sometimes. -> It became routine, and a couple weeks into the routine, the barista just up and vanished.

You thought they had quit, but you overheard some of the other employees at the café whispering about how they hadn't heard anything from them.

Something that should have been completely unrelated, you lose your red paint. You can't find it anywhere.

Continuing on with the domino effect, a day or two goes by and you hear on the news that the barista you had been flirting with was found dead in their home, drained dry of their blood. The police believe this to be another victim of The Bloody Painter.

You wouldn't have thought much of it, but then you notice a note taped to your window.

'There's a gift for you in your kitchen.'

And when you went to your kitchen, you saw a container resting on the counter. It wasn't translucent or see-through, so you couldn't see inside of it, but there was another note resting on top of it.

'I saw you were out of red paint, so I got you some more. We should meet up this week and paint together, don't you think? I'd love to see what you can create with this.'

And the note wasn't signed with a smiley face this time. It was signed with a name.

Helen Otis.

You set the note to the side and one quick look inside the container told you that he had given you blood to use as paint.

It didn't take you long to piece together what was going on here. The blood he had given you was no doubt the blood of the barista who had been murdered, which means... your stalker was that serial killer that's been all over the news these past few months.

The person who has been breaking into your home and leaving you those drawings was a serial killer. And he... he trusted you enough to tell you his name?

Holy shit, that's a lot to take in.

You should be panicking. Hell, you should be calling the police to let them know about all of this. You'd be doing the world some good if you did that, and it would save a lot of lives.

But your gaze drifts back to the note, and your mind wanders to all the drawings he's made of you, and... this was just so...

Cute. It felt romantic, even.

He killed a person you had been flirting with and gave you their blood as a gift. That has to be his way of letting you know that you were his.

You didn't even think about what you were going to do. You took the container of blood and you took it to your room. It didn't take you long to set up a tarp on the ground since it was no doubt going to drip onto your floor and you really didn't need blood stains in your carpet.

And you searched up a reference of what you wanted to paint, and you immediately got to work.

Later that night, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, Helen was breaking into your home for the nth time.

The reason why is because you had left a note for him to see on your window, one that had certainly caught his attention.

There's a gift for you in the kitchen.

You've never left him a gift before, so his curiosity was certainly piqued.

He made sure to be quiet as he made his way to your kitchen, not wanting to wake you up. He wasn't ready to meet you. Not yet.

When he gets to your kitchen, he certainly wasn't really expecting to see a canvas resting on the counter, a white sheet covering whatever was painted on it. A sticky note was placed on the sheet as well, and Helen stepped closer to it to read it.

This is what it looked like, right?

p.s. I'm willing to take you up on that offer.

And on the corner of the sticky note, there was a small smiley face doodle. How cute.

With the note read, Helen wasted no time carefully removing the sheet from the canvas, a subtle excitement coursing through his veins.

And... oh. Oh, you're as fucked up as him, aren't you?

What he sees is a downright devastatingly beautiful piece of work.

The painting was completely done with just the blood he had given you, with a few pencil marks for shading, and it depicted the murder he had committed just a few days prior.

He imagines that it was rather easy to find a photo of the crime scene online, but you were somehow able to capture the scene perfectly and you weren't ever there.

From the way the body was hanging upside down from the ceiling, a few buckets underneath it to collect the blood dripping from it. The way lifeless look in their eyes that you had done with a pencil... the gashes all over their body...

You had passed the test he had set up for you.

He took this as a sign of acceptance. A sign that you wanted to be his. You wouldn't keep the blood and make such a masterpiece with it if you didn't, right?

A slight smile formed on his face at the thought, and he stood there and admired the art you had made for him.

Hmm... maybe he'll stick around until you wake up...

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ya-zz · 5 months

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I literally love your writings so much. Can we get a Ramattra comfort? Like reader is just very worn out from work and people and has literally just spent all day in their room. With lots of hugs and stuff. Could be headcanons, or fic idc and idk what you're comfortable with (couldnt find a rules list sorry)

Thank you! ♥

Ramattra comfort coming right up! Oh my- I have missed getting these done within days of them coming through...

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1722

It had been a tiring few days, verging on a tiring week and all you want to do is take a break; you just want to relax in the comfort of your own room, draw a bubble bath or have a hot, steamy shower and just settle down for the foreseeable future.

However, that wasn’t going to be the case for a long time.

Begrudgingly, you plodded along, the weeks slowly turned into a month and the aches and tenseness in your body only kept growing. It seemed that with every passing day, the passing minutes and hours grew longer. Staring at the clock only made it worse and all you wanted to do was go home.

That, and also you hadn’t spent much time with your partner. He was worried, and rightfully so. When you’d come home with tired eyes, complaints about your day and then fall onto the sofa, he’d grow concerned as he would carry you up to bed. He was so gentle with you, not wanting to hurt you more than you already were hurting. He cared and wished that you would take time off.

You needed a break and a lengthy one at that.

It took what courage and remaining strength you had to put in your vacation hours. Having always been the one to cover for other people at work, having always been the one on call should someone else not turn up, it was time for someone to do the same for you.

When the email came through that your two week long vacation had been approved, the days seemed to go by a lot faster. The hours felt like minutes and despite the shit days, they were over not long after they had started.

Finally, the last day of work before your vacation was here and those minutes felt like hours. It was possibly one of the longest feeling days you had, especially when you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about work for the next two weeks.

Coming home was another story. Traffic that seemed to go on for miles, construction going on at every bend and roundabout and careless, no, reckless drivers causing you to stop and start several times. It seemed like today wasn’t going to end.

The moment you opened the door to your home and had kicked your shoes off, throwing your coat and scarf to the ground, you instantly fell onto the sofa with a loud groan.

This alerts your partner who comes into the living room a moment later.

“How was work?” He asks, taking a seat on the edge of the coffee table and facing you.

“It’s over…” You whine, burying your head into the cushion. “It’s finally over…”

“You need to rest.”

“I know, Ram…” Your voice was so quiet that Ramattra had to adjust his hearing. “I have two weeks to rest.”

The omnic sighs before hooking his arms underneath you and picking you up. The motion causes you to groan out, eyes shutting tight as the tightness of your body causes some pain.

“Relax. I have you.” His optics look over you and he feels sorry for you as he carries you up the stairs and into the shared bedroom. Placing you on the bed, he works on stripping you, gentle servos tracing your body as he pulls off your clothes.

While your partner was doing that, your eyes begin to feel heavy, slowly pulling you into sleep. Feeling his hands caressing your body, it didn’t take long for your exhausted body to fall deeper into the mattress.

Ramattra pulls the blankets up, covering your body before stroking your head. He hums quietly before leaving you to sleep.

—-

When you wake several hours later, your tired and aching body was feeling less painful than it was before. The clock on the nightstand reads 9:28am and Ramattra was nowhere to be seen. You figured he was busy downstairs doing his thing, whatever he did in his own space, away from the outside world, away from you, but little did you know, Ramattra was sat in the living room waiting for you.

He sat there, watching the time pass by in his HUD. He pondered on if he should wake you but he knew you needed the rest.

Ramattra was worried.

That concern only grew the longer you stayed upstairs.

Hours passed by and Ramattra hadn’t done anything all day. He moved to charge himself, letting the cable run across the living room floor, but his entire day was spent sat on the sofa… He was in your spot.

He chuckles to himself when he looks back on old memories, the way you would practically pull him away from that specific spot on the sofa, and now he knows why. It was the comfiest spot to sit in. The sunlight would hit just right and when the night rolled in, you could easily look up out of the window to view the night sky.

Ramattra looks back on the day the two of you moved into the house. The way you got paint on his chassis and then making it worse when you tried to clean it up. He still has the dried paint stuck in the crevice that he never wants to remove.

Each day he fell in love with you more.

Then you started working and he watched the colour drain from your body, the way that sparkle dulled in your eyes, the smile that faded more each day. He finally understood what it meant when humans say that they’re worked to exhaustion, death even.

When you mentioned taking a break, Ramattra was all for it. He knew how much you needed it and he wanted nothing more than for you to take it. So when you came home yesterday looking more exhausted than ever, that concern for you grew tenfold.

And now, you had made no movement, no noise. The house was silent. He missed you. Oh god, did he miss you.

Despite not being fully charged, Ramattra stands and walks up the stairs. The worry grew with each step and his hand grips the handrail tightly which makes the wood creak.

“[y/n]?” His voice was surprisingly soft as he calls for you from outside of the bedroom. He knocks once but there is no answer. He knocks again and hears muffled movements. “[y/n]? Are you okay?”

Ramattra gently pushes the door open and sees you laying on the bed, the slow rise and fall of your chest brought some comfort to him. He watches you for a moment before making his way over to the bed and sitting down.

You feel the bed dip and roll onto your side, eyes opening and blinking a few times to adjust to the change in light.

“Ram…?”

The omnic feels something tug at his wires. The way your voice was so soft, the sleepiness still clearly evident in your tone, it makes him feel warm, even if he does hear it almost every morning when you wake up. This time, though, it felt different.

“I am here.” His hand gently smoothes over your head. “You have been in here all day.”

“I know. I keep falling asleep.”

“You are exhausted.” He confirms. “You have not eaten or moved.”

“That’s the least of my worries right now-”

“[y/n].” His tone switches. Concern.

“Ram… Please.” You move your hand to his thigh. “Come lay down with me.”

“You need to eat.”

“I will eat after. Please. I need you.”

Ramattra freezes, like his entire system froze on the spot, buffering as he processes your request. That damn tone, the only one that he’s afraid of. The one that makes him feel weak.

“Of course.” He shifts, pulling the blankets up and shuffling down the bed. His arms instinctively wrap around your body and pull you close. With you resting on his chest, he feels your warmth, he feels your heartbeat.

“I’ve missed you.” You break that small silence, adjusting your head to lay comfortable despite his rigid chest. “I know I suck at admitting this sorta thing, but you were the only one I could think about when I was working. I knew that once the day was over, I’d get to see you…”

“I know. It pained me to see you so tired each day. I am glad you are getting a break.” He admits, rubbing up and down your arm with his hand.

“A long break.” You sigh. “I-”

Ramattra notices the hesitation. “What is it?”

“I actually quit.” There was a nervous laugh that escapes you and then the room was silent. Earlier on in the day you woke up again and finally hit send on that two week notice that had been sitting in your email drafts. The relief you felt at that moment was all you needed. Granted it wasn’t the best timing, having your vacation and then sending your notice in, you didn’t care. Work sucked the life out of you and you had to leave before it got any worse.

It took the omnic a moment to think. “You quit? But what about-”

“I’ve been looking for a new job for months and found something a little closer to home. I had the interview the other day. Pay is far better too.” You trace your fingers over the tubing lining his hips as you talk. “I… I have just been too tired to tell you, I apologise.”

Ramattra chuckles. “You do not need to apologise. I understand.” His arm pulls you in a little closer before he moves you entirely.

“Ram-” You smile as the omnic effortlessly makes you lay on top of him, his hands resting on your hips and thumbs rubbing small circles.

“I can hug you better like this.” His optics look over your flushed face and his wires warm up as he chuckles to hide the embarrassment. His arms wrap around you as the heat of his body begins to make you drift off to sleep once more.

He notices you falling back asleep, his hands gently rubbing your back as yours slowly stop moving across his shoulders.

Your sleepy voice graces his receptors once more. “Thank you, Rama…”

“Rest, [y/n]. You are home. You are safe. I have you.”

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breadvidence · 6 months

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Please mind the #wineposting tag. Regardless: are you asking, "Should I watch this adaptation of Les Misérables?" I'll give you advice, though I suspect if you are reading this blog post you have watched all of these anyway (and quite possibly a few more, besides!).

'25 (Fescourt): Probably! If you are a Brick fan none of the adaptation choices will startle you, but having visuals to go with key scenes is a treat. This is a loyal piece. Toulout as Javert, Gabrio as Valjean, Milovanoff as Fantine, and Nivette as Éponine all give excellent performances. Be prepared for a lukewarm Cosette. You might struggle with silent film conventions, length, and French intertitles.

'34 (Bernard): Probably! This is a fairly loyal adaptation of the Brick that makes internally consistent choices where it deviates from its source (sometimes it has goofy continuity errors—politely ignore). Baur as Valjean and Gaël as Cosette give fabulous performances. Moments of silliness do not detract from the quality. Another long haul.

'35 (Boleslawski): Probably not. As an adaptation of Les Misérables this film is bad. That being said, Charles Laughton is a lauded actor, and you can't say he didn't put his whole laughussy into his performance. Because it is accessible and prominent, a lot of LM fans will have seen this film, and you might benefit from shared context if you're in fandom. Speaking personally, I'm glad I saw it, but I'm not sure you will be.

'52 (Milestone): No. Most likely based on '35 rather than on the book, this film is also a bad adaptation of Les Misérables. There are no notable performances. Because it is accessible, this is another adaptation many fans are familiar with, but understanding jokes about Valjean's boyfriend Robert and Javert's sentient hat probably don't justify sitting through the movie.

'58 (Le Chanois): No. Not the English dub, at least. "Bland" is the word of the day. Contemporary French audiences wildly disagree with me per Wikipedia.

'72 (Bluwal): Strong maybe. If you are an intense fan of the Brick, yes. Its use of a narrator to draw from the novel directly and its focus on the Amis makes this adaptation unique on this list. You might not end up liking it but you will have had an experience. If you have zero investment in Les Misérables but are still reading this post for some reason: no, do not watch this.

'78 (Jordan): At some point I will talk about this film and not make a gay joke but today is not that day. If you are not queer, get off my blog, you cis straight, begone. Everyone else: yes, watch this movie, c'mon. Perkins. That performance. At some point I need to make a serious post about queerness and '78 but right now all I've got is Javert's literal on-screen boner. Jesus Christ. Not a great adaptation of the novel but a virtuoso example of unintentional homoeroticism.

'82 (Hossein): No. This is an odd little adaptation without the charisma of a '35 or '78, somehow not as bad as either of those but not as good either. The GIF of the Amis walking in heavy wind is the best this film has to offer.

'98 (August): No—but I stared into my wine glass for a long, long time before typing those two letters. If we are judging adaptations by how they handle the source material, this is a disaster. As a film? I'm sure entertained. I call it bitchslap Les Mis. I should note here I am also a huge fan of Uma Thurman. Possibly I should recuse myself. I don't know, pal. IDK.

2012 (Hooper): I dwell bitterly on the fact that this is our film version of the musical. Brick fans are restless, musical fans are restless. People who first encountered Les Mis via this version are making feral noises. I'm afraid. I'm moving on.

2018 (Davies): It's really unfortunate that I am at my most drunk while commenting on this adaptation. Sure, watch it, it's one of those BBC series that has watchability sheerly because of production value and proximity to contemporary narrative/film expectations/standards. Personally I hate it. My partner is so tired of the tone in which I utter the syllables "Oyelowo".

The Musical: yes c'mon. Bootleg that good bitch.

#les mis #les misérables #wineposting

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tanaes-playground · 4 months

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Monday Mornings (Toji Fushiguro X Plus Sized Reader)

No TW or anything (let me know if I'm wrong) Toji and y/n have a situationship but spend Sundays together that feels a little too loving for just a quick fuck.

wc:430 A/N: Hi idk what this is. Its just something sweet for the kids I guess :)

"Sweetness? We're going to be late" you hear as you're shaken awake bonnet lost between sheets and satin pillows. You hum out a questioning sound as you rub your eyes not fully processing the urgency in your lover's voice. "We gotta get ready," Toji says after kissing your cheek softly and getting out of bed.

Mornings like these are typically bittersweet. The day before starts to seep into your brain the more you start to wake up. Quiet Sundays where you and Toji are connected to the hip both figuratively and literally. You know you aren't supposed to call a situationaship over to help you do your chores for the week but after a long day of doing your laundry, washing dishes and meal prepping so you don't have to cook too much in between the week Toji loves you down the softest way he knows how. You're sprawled across the bed with his hair between your fingers tugging and pulling as he draws out orgasm after orgasm out of you.

He can't help himself and he doesn't want to fuck things up. Sundays with you feel like the promise of something real, something mundane and stable. So, every time he finds himself gliding through your pulsing heat he wishes for more than whatever a sistuationship is supposed to entail. The crack of his hips pulls a chorus of sounds that make him swear that some kind all powerful being has to exist. There's no way one doesn't when you can't help but make him want nothing more that to spend the rest of his life right here between your thighs. He grabs your love handles and the soft skin against his calloused hand reminds him that he can’t stay, no commitment he remembers. So, he fucks into you harder, and mutters "You take me so good baby. Cum for me? I know you've got one more in you yeah?" One turns into two, two into three and next thing you both know its early into Monday morning and you're too tired to do anything else but sleep at that point, exhausted and fucked out of your mind-

"-you good?" He notices you sleepily recounting last night as he gets out of the shower. He looks at you with concern, typically hardened eyes soft, just for you and for a moment you both catch yourself feeling way more emotions than you should be feeling for a situationship.... perhaps those feelings showed up a long time ago.

You give him a tired smile and head to the bathroom, "Yeah, I'm great."

#plus size reader #chubby reader #black reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x chubby reader #toji x you #toji fushigro x reader

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theveesbf · 1 month

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It's my birthday today :D

I was wondering if you could write something for an adventurous and mischievous reader with Ink and Dream who celebrate their birthday? Maybe with cake or party or other shenanigans idk

Thank you in advance

Happy birthday ~

☆notes - hello!! I did this really fast so I'm sorry if it looks rushed lmao! I hope you enjoy it! Also, happy birthday <33

☆content - headcanons of how dream and ink (separately) celebrates your birthday

☆warnings - none

☆characters - ink!sans and dream

[♡] Ink

Ink has your birthday noted down somewhere so he doesn't forget when it's the day. He's the type to remember it all year, except on the day itself.

Definetly wakes you up in the middle of the night just to scream you a happy birthday! He cannot wait until tomorrow, it has to be done at that moment.

Once you finally get to rest though, Ink takes you to a bunch of aus to celebrate your birthday. Some of the aus might include underswap, outertale. He also takes you to The Doodle Sphere.

Speaking of which, it's where he prepared the decorations and a birthday cake! I mean, at least tried to.

Ink probably burned the first attempt of a cake, and the second one is falling apart, but hey-! The intention is what counts right?

By the end of the day, after almost forgetting about it, Ink gifts you a drawing of you two, holding hands with a big "Happy Birthday!" On the top of the paper.

If you ask him to stay with you and cuddle, Ink might agree to it. There's a chance he'd decline, but since it's your birthday, how could he say no?

[♡] Dream

Dream would prepare a lot of things one day before your birthday. He wants it to be perfect for you!

He would like to hang out with you on a calm and more quiet au, just talking and laughing with you.

If you want something else though, no worries!! Dream has a lot of ideas prepared. He might take you to a zoo, or a cozy au.

Maybe even play a game with you if you teach him how to play it. He just wants your birthday to be your day, to do whatever you want to! As long as it's not harmful of course.

Dream probably went for everyone he knew to ask about what he should gift you. Yes, he knows you the best, but what if his present isn't good enough? Or you don't like it?

But in the end, Dream would just gift you a plushie that looks like him along the lines "Here, so you can remember me whenever you're feeling down."

He's definetly baking you a gorgeous cake!! With your favorite colors on it, a bunch of those decorations on the cake and this stuff with a cute phrase on it.

When the night comes, Dream would say his goodbyes to you. Buuuut, if you're down for it, he can cuddle you to sleep.

#✮ zip's works #undertale au x reader #undertale x reader #undertale #undertale au #ink sans x reader #ink x reader #ink sans #dream x reader #dream sans #happy birthday love <3

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 20 days

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WIP Wednesday - April 17th, 2024.

Preview of Heaven's Gate (Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader)

A/N: Despite the awful messages I have been getting lately, berating me for 'not finishing things' - I want to start doing WIP Wednesday regularly. Sometimes the things I post will not be completed and posted on my other blog. That is normal. Sometimes ideas are abandoned in favour of other ideas. Sometimes things go unfinished for any number of reasons. I have a really good feeling about this fic - it's an idea that I have had in my head since I saw Season 5 of TWD for the first time, and I have been wanting to write this fic for years. Fics like this are usually bound to be finished by me purely out of dedication to an idea I have had for years.

If you want to see the full fic when it comes out, you can follow my writing blog @sundrop-writes where it will be posted.

Warnings: I don't think there's really any warnings for this small section? The term they/them is used, but I didn't want it to be used specifically for the reader, I wanted it to be ambiguous that it could be talking about the larger group or the reader (so that people with she/her or he/him pronouns can also apply themselves to this dialogue). There are typical TWD warnings - mentions of death, spoilers for the show up through Season 4 if you're watching it for the first time. Use of Y/N because I am an old school girl, and idk - I think that's it for this section?

...

When the prison was attacked, Daryl got out with Beth.

He almost couldn’t stand her bright eyes, big eyes staring at him, waiting for answers - her chirpy little voice, prodding at him, demanding that they ‘follow the trail’ and go look for everyone else. Telling him that he was a tracker, that he could find them. As if it was his damn responsibility just because he had the skills to get it done.

It was all too reminiscent of you, telling him that he could find Sophia. That it wasn’t an ‘if’ - it was a ‘when’.

Perhaps that was what got him off his ass and doing what he did best - reading the dirt.

“What’re you doin’?” He asked, staring at the girl curiously as she went to one of the bushes and rushed to pick berries from branches. Had she not gotten enough to eat that morning?

“They’ll be hungry when we find them.” Beth told him confidently.

Of course. That undefeatable streak of optimism.

Daryl knew that blueberries weren’t your favorite - but he should have something to give you. He would be too busy tracking the footprints to properly hunt for squirrels or rabbits and clean them for you. So, he found himself pulling a large bandana from his back pocket and offering it to Beth - something to hold the berries in to keep them safe as an offering for you.

“Here.” He grunted at her.

Beth smiled at him.

It was one of the last smiles she gave him for a long time.

When they came across those bodies splayed out beside the tracks - any sense of hope was crushed inside of him. The picture you had gifted him was heavy inside his breast pocket, and he hated that tears threatened his eyes - even if he knew that none of those bodies belonged to you. There was no trace of you there.

The days started to blur into each other, and Daryl couldn’t get you off his mind.

One hazy evening, as they both stared into the fire with dead looks on their faces, he took the drawing out of his pocket and unfolded it.

For good luck.

He didn’t believe in luck - because it didn’t exist. The world was fucked. Nobody was lucky. You and your good luck were dead.

He tossed the drawing into the fire, and it was only a moment, when the corner of it had barely caught, when Beth snatched it out. She stomped on it with her boot, successfully saving it.

“Don’t do that.” She hissed at him.

Daryl snatched it from her, and crumbled it up, tossing it aside. He let out a grunt, but refused to look at her.

“That was from Y/N, wasn’t it?” She posed.

He could feel her imposing stare as she waited for an answer.

He didn’t give her one.

“You can’t burn them just because you think they’re dead.” Beth sighed. “You can’t burn up memories. We’re gonna find them. Y/N, and Maggie, and Michonne, and - and everyone.”

Daryl scoffed. “Yeah. Cause that’s gon’ happen.”

Beth rolled her eyes, but didn’t speak any further on the subject.

After she had fallen asleep - when the fire was dull, Daryl picked up the crumbled ball and smoothed it out again. The charred corner hadn’t even touched your bird. He felt like a fool doing it, just as much of a fool as he accused you of being, but he folded it neatly - well, as neatly as he could - and then put it back into his breast pocket again.

But that was the thing - Daryl wished that he could. He wished he could burn up those memories.

That you would stop haunting him. Then he wouldn’t have to feel like this anymore.

#wips #current wips #wip wednesday #sundrop writes #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x gender neutral reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead fanfiction #daryl dixion imagine

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milkyytae · 3 months

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Midnight Secret

(gif isn't mine credit to owner)

Hey.

I know, it's been years. Most of you probably don't even use tumblr anymore. I've been lurking around tumblr this past month and rediscovered a lot of my old fics. I stumbled across this one I had started back in 2018 probably. And idk, it spoke to me. So I finished it. Here's a bit of office romance for you guys.

Love ya xoxo

-9540 words

Oneshot

smut, fluff?

Pairing: Female Reader x Kim Taheyung

Genre: Office AU

~ The office player has been trying to get you for months, maybe tonight is the night you give in. ~

music rec: poison - brent faiyez

thinkin bout you - frank ocean

break from toronto - partynextdoor

masterlist

4 pm. The usual tick of the clock resonated across the room as your boss, Ms.white’s voice kept going for ages, you thought she would never shut up. You lifted your eyes up from the small drawings you had scribbled on a piece of paper. There it was again, the usual gaze. It was a bit annoying after a while. Couldn’t he let it go? You thought you had made the message clear months ago but apparently not. Kim Taehyung kept hoping that one day you would be his. He was handsome and most women in this office gawked at him whenever he walked by but you had your eyes set on someone else. You cut the awkward stare by looking Namjoon’s way who was sitting across the table. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on the meeting, fuck he was hot. Your crush on him was getting worse and worse, he was everything you wanted in a man. You should have been listening to the conversation around the table, it sounded quite important but you couldn’t help but gaze at your coworker’s traits. His eyes were fixed on Yixing who was talking he took a few notes of what was being said and placed the old pen back in between his pink lips.

Your mind slowly drifted off to that one night when you got a taste of those lips. It had happened last week on a Friday night and you remembered all the details perfectly. You were wearing a deep red dress and sipping on champagne at a work party while chatting with your friend Summer. Namjoon joined the both of you, in his tightly fitted suit with a lovely smile plastered on his face. The conversation went well and so did the flirting to which you were surprised he responded too. Something was starting between you so Summer seeing that her presence was a bit of a burden decided to leave you both. Later on just before you left the party he walked you outside and it happened. He cupped your cheek and pulled you in by the waist before crashing a kiss upon your lips. It was just as you expected, he tasted of champagne and his touch did not fail to electrify your skin. However, not much contact had been established between you since. You thought it was the beginning of something but there was nothing. Only the usual greetings and farewells. You usually thought of it in the most inconvenient moments, such as this meeting.

You noticed it was a usual habit of his to chew on something, either gum or a pen and knowing such small details about him just proved how doomed you were. Rumours were that he had a girlfriend. It was probably rubbish, he wouldn’t have kissed you if he was in a relationship, he wasn’t that type of guy.

Summer was the only one to know about all of this but you suspected Taehyung had his doubts about it too. You caught him more than once sending glares Namjoon’s way.

Suddenly you felt a nudge on your side pulling you away from your thoughts you realised not only Summer but the rest of the group was staring at you.

“Y/N I asked you a question.” your boss stated and she was clearly annoyed. You hadn’t listened and there was no valuable excuse you could give her.

“I’m sorry, I zoned out for a couple of seconds,” you muttered a flush of red rising to your cheeks.

She sighed and repeated herself, “I asked you to share your opinions on what Taehyung just suggested.”

Fuck, you didn’t listen to that either. You didn’t even realise he had spoken at all. You looked over at Taehyung only to see him smiling at you, obviously finding this quite amusing. There was no way out of this, so you just spat out some words hoping they would make a little sense as you gripped on the hem of your skirt nervously. After you spoke there was an awkward silence and you saw from the corner of your eye Summer had facepalmed after listening to your nonsense. You could feel your cheeks glowing with heat, you probably looked like a giant tomato by now. You just had to make a fool out of yourself in front of not only your boss but Namjoon too. Your boss coughed to get people’s attention and quickly moved on seeing that you had humiliated yourself enough.

The meeting soon ended, everyone got up from their seats and began to leave. You followed the group grabbing your scribbled papers and your runny pen. But before you could leave you heard your boss’s stern voice calling your name. Summer turned around with an apologetic look as you both knew what was coming for you she muttered “I’ll get you a coffee.” and hurried out.

You faced your boss, “Yes ma’am?” you said, hoping that she wouldn’t be too harsh.

She lifted herself from her seat with a disapproving look. She glared at you from her short height as she stopped only a meter away from you. She was everything but pleased with your attitude. Although she wasn’t tall she was intimidating her very presence in a room made all heads turn. You felt a small shiver run down your spine as she pursed her lips in search of the right words to say. Maybe it was the way she kept her head high in all situations, or her black suit and bold lipstick. Maybe it was just the way she looked at everyone in a superior manner, or just the flick of her hair before she spoke. Either way, you were in trouble and you crossed your fingers not to get fired.

“How many times have you zoned out this month?” she questioned.

“It was only this once,” you replied and hoped she’d believe your big lie. Sadly she didn’t.

“Don’t lie.” she snapped, her eyes pierced through your own and you knew that you were fucked. You couldn’t hold her stare so your eyes drifted to your feet and you slumped your shoulders slightly like a small child who got caught in the middle of mischief.

“If it ever happens again, you’ll get kicked out. I can’t waste time and money on employees like you. Understood?”

You nodded your head, there was nothing much else you could do in this situation, it was best to shut up.

“Tonight you’ll help Taehyung with the files I assigned him. Consider that an act of kindness I should have fired you on the spot.”

“Thank you, Ma’am,” you muttered finally having the courage to look at her fiery green eyes.

“You may leave, I’ve had enough of you.” she sighed.

You turned your heels eager to get out of the room before suffocating under the tense atmosphere. Just as you reached the door she called, “Oh and Y/N, get over Namjoon. I believe he’s already taken.” You gawked at her while she packed her stuff ignoring your presence. How on earth did she find out?

“That’s all,” she spoke encouraging you to leave. You snapped out of it and finally left.

***

“So how did it go?” Summer asked as she handed you a coffee.

You took the drink and drank a big gulp of coffee, and sighed “Next time she catches me zoning out I’m fired.”

You felt like shit, you almost got fired all because you were too occupied by Namjoon’s good looks. You needed to get yourself back together.

“Wow you got lucky, she’s fired people for less than that.” she smiled from her behind her computer screen in front of you. She was right, but that didn’t mean you weren’t fucked nonetheless.

“Yeah…” you looked out of the window upon the street like you usually did when you needed to escape the office for a moment. “I got assigned paperwork with Taehyung tonight, and knowing Ms.White there’s a shitload of it.” you groaned before slumping into the back of your seat and chucking your head backwards to stare at the white ceiling. Out of nowhere, Taehyung’s face appeared in your sight with a big grin he exclaimed, “So you’re going to help me out tonight?”

You almost squealed, “Fuck Taehyung!” you hissed, “Yes I am. It’s not as if I have much of a choice.”

He chuckled “You shouldn’t have gawked so much at Namjoon, I am much better looking.”

It was true that Taehyung was drop-dead gorgeous, there was no denying that, but he wasn’t Namjoon. “Yeah right.” you scoffed, his cockiness annoyed you.

“Oh my poor Y/N.” he sighed teasingly, “Did you not know that he has a girlfriend? I am afraid you don’t stand a chance with him.”

“What happens between me and Namjoon is none of your concern.” you snapped, you had had enough already, Taehyung was jealous but that wasn’t a reason for him to act like such a prick.

He smirked “Namjoon isn’t good enough for you,” he gently bent over to whisper by your ear “Pick me instead baby.”

“Why?” you hissed your face dangerously close to his.

“I can make you come like no one else, ask Sarah.”

Summer’s head suddenly popped out from behind her computer screen “Oh my god you fucked Sarah?!”

He nodded, and you rolled your eyes at his proud look. While Summer was freaking out about this newfound gossip to tell people on her break. Taehyung turned around your way and said with a wink “Think about it, baby.”

You ignored your blushing cheeks and exclaimed as he walked away “Shalln't.”

It was true that you found him attractive and that his flirting was flattering considering the fact that everyone in the office would die to be in your place but he still annoyed you. So did that rumour about Namjoon having a girlfriend. You were starting to have doubts, you needed to talk to him. That kiss you shared you were sure it meant something. You felt a spark, and you knew he had felt it too. He wouldn’t have kissed you if he was in a relationship, he never would have. You decided that you would go talk to him before he left work.

“Namjoon!” you called before he exited the building. He turned around and gave you the most adorable smile, you tried to keep your composure, now was not the time to get flustered.

“Hey, is this about the files I am supposed to send you? I know I’m late I’m sorry I was going to send them when I got home.”

“Oh, no. That’s not it.” You bit the inside of your cheek nervously, you didn’t know how he would react. After all, neither of you had talked about what happened that night, you had no idea how he would react. “Listen,” you sighed before putting your hand on his arm and gently tugging him to the side, “I want to talk about-” you mustered up some courage and finally said it, “about the kiss.”

His eyes opened widely, he wasn’t expecting that. “Oh- Oh I- uh- what exactly about it?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck this wasn’t going as you had hoped, you were hoping he wouldn’t get so uncomfortable at the mention of it, that perhaps he would even kiss you again, but that was just another of your stupid fantasies. “You see Namjoon-” you began, “I felt something when we kissed, but I was wondering what it was all about? Why did you kiss me?”

He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead, “Fuck,” he sighed before looking back at you, “I fucked up real bad, you know Y/N?”

“What? Why?”

“You have no idea do you?”

“No, should I?”

“You haven’t heard the rumours?”

“Yeah, I have,” then it hit you, “you have a girlfriend?”

He nodded, and you felt your heartthrob, there went all your hopes of ever becoming his.

“Since when?”

“It’s been a while now,” you gave him an insisting look, and he got the message, “Yes, I was with her when I kissed you.”

You couldn’t believe it, you were so deep into the idea that he liked you back that you didn’t think it was possible.

“Why did you do it then?”

“I was kind of drunk and I had just had a fight with my girl and you were there and you were openly flirting and it- it just happened Y/N.” he sighed again.

“So you were never interested in something more?” your voice broke a bit, you were struggling to grasp what was going on. Was he rejecting you? He couldn’t be? It had to be some kind of sick joke. That night, he seemed so sincere. Or maybe you were just that naive.

“No I’m sorry.” you stayed silent in shock, “Listen, I have to go I’ll see you around,” he said and just walked away as if nothing had happened.

Well fuck you just got rejected in the worst way possible. You had put your hopes too high again. You snapped out of your daze and walked back to your desk with all your disappointment weighing on your shoulders. You had been such a fool, everyone knew, but you. The whole office believed the rumour except you. You just kept dreaming about being his. How fucking stupid of you. Everyone was leaving the office, and only a few people were left sitting at their desks to finish their work. One of them was eating a sandwich and you could smell the fresh bread from where you were. Your stomach rumbled, you hadn’t brought anything to eat with you. You weren’t expecting to stay late at work tonight. You wondered how you would get food tonight, and just as you were thinking about it Taehyung approached,

“Hey, you hungry?” he asked with his usual grin. You looked up at him and wondered if you wanted to go out to eat with him. Why not? You just got rejected by your crush you had nothing to lose.

“Fuck yes, I am.” for once you smiled at him, he seemed somewhat startled by your sudden change of attitude towards him. He pretended like it was nothing and proceeded to ask: “How about we get food together?”

“Sure!” you exclaimed excited to finally get some food in your belly.

***

“So how’s that sushi treating you?” Taehyung chuckled as you were stuffing your face with the most amazing food you had ever tried.

“This is fucking delicious! I can’t believe I didn’t know this place,” you exclaimed as you dipped your sashimi in soy sauce.

“Yeah, it’s pretty amazing, my brother owns this place.” he smiled gently.

“Huh? You have a brother?” For some reason, you had never imagined him having any family at all. He was just Taehyung the handsome fuckboy that gawked at you while you were on the phone with your clients.

“I have 2 actually, Jungkook and Jimin.” he said while still chewing his food, “They’re little shits but I love them to death.”

“That’s kind of cute,” you said as you started to realise that there was more to this man than you thought. The realisation that you might have misjudged him was starting to make you a bit uncomfortable. It was hard picturing someone who said things like “I’ll make you come like no one else” with a family. Having him around kind of felt like having a default NPC at the office, one whose role was to flirt with you and make you uncomfortable.

“So, when did you and Sarah get together?” you asked, in an attempt to change the subject. You didn’t feel like getting too personal with him.

He didn’t even bat an eye when you asked that question and just said bluntly “Last month actually, I wasn’t expecting it to happen to be honest.”

You scoffed “Yeah right”

“What?” he exclaimed looking up at you in disbelief. you couldn’t help but notice how cute his expression was. He looked like a shocked little puppy with his big brown eyes.

“As if you weren’t constantly prowling around the office. Kim Taehyung the all-mighty predator, ready to pounce on poor little Sarah.”

“Is that really how you picture me?” he almost looked saddened by the simple thought.

You were a bit embarrassed now, maybe you had been a bit too harsh. “I mean-” caught off guard by his reaction you stuttered slightly “That’s kind of the image you give off though.”

He looked down and smiled “I guess you’re right, I do kind of prowl around don’t I?” he looked back up at you with a flicker in his eyes and a big grin. “But come on, Sarah was practically begging for it.” He took a high-pitched voice and started imitating her “Oh Taehyuuuuung, would you please help me with this document, it won’t send for some reason” he batted his eyes and pouted his lips. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, it was spot on. Indeed, she had always found some ridiculous reason to get his attention, not being able to use the copier, getting him a coffee, or asking for help with her emails and always while batting her eyes at him and pouting slightly. You had always found it a bit much.

You started joking around together about Sarah and other people in the office. As you spent supper gobbling sushi and laughing wholeheartedly, you started to realise that he wasn’t too bad after all.

As you approached the end of the meal someone walked over to your table “Hey bro, how’s it going?”

Teahyung jumped to his feet and exclaimed “Jungkook, my man,” He embraced the stranger and you caught a glimpse of him over Teahyung’s shoulder. “It’s going good, I’ve missed you!”

Jungkook released himself from the embrace and turned towards you, he grinned “And who is this fine lady?” He even gave you a wink, you then realised. Jungkook. This was Teahyung’s brother.

“Come on man, this is my colleague Y/N”

“Nice to meet you,” you said politely and extended out your hand. Jungkook gently shook it, and smiled “Ohhh Y/N pleasure to finally meet you. This one’s been talking about you quite a lot” he teasingly elbowed Taehyung who looked like he was blushing slightly.

“Oh shut up already” he sighed, but Jungkook continued “I mean Y/N you can’t imagine how bummed out he was last month when you-” he was cut off

“Hey Jungkookie why don’t I tip you extra and you shut the fuck up. Right?” Although he wasn’t facing you you could tell his expression had stiffened and his voice had raised slightly. Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and quickly shook off his embarrassment.

“Make sure you tip me real nice Tae.” he winked “Have a nice evening guys” and walked off.

You observed Taehyung’s expression, wondering what exactly had got him so upset. It wasn’t at all in his character to raise his voice even a little. You cocked your head slightly, fiddling with your chopsticks to calm your nerves. Jungkook’s words played back in your mind “You can’t imagine how upset he was last month” What had you done last month? You couldn’t recall anything in particular? You really wanted to know what he was talking about but when you caught Taehyung’s eye you thought that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. You preferred to avoid all embarrassing conversations. You knew he had a slight crush on you, that was all you needed to know. You weren’t interested so there was no point in bringing it up. That would just be mean.

It was time for you to leave and go back to the office. As you stepped outside you realised it was pouring. This summer had been pretty dry so far so you hadn’t even brought your coat with you. All you were wearing was a pencil skirt and a white shirt. Teahyung stood next to you contemplating the rain with his hands in his pockets. You were still standing under the porch in front of the restaurant. You both looked defeated.

“I don’t have an umbrella” he sighed.

“Neither do I.” you looked up at the sky as if that would change anything. All you could see were grey clouds. “I think it’s going to go on for a while.” You checked your phone, 8 pm. You had to be back at work soon if you wanted to finish work before midnight. “We need to get going.”

Taehyung looked at you with a cheeky smile on his face, “Should we run for it?”

“Huh?” he wanted you to run back to the office? With these heels? “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh come on, it’s not that far.” He was right, the office was only two blocks away. “First one there wins.” you could tell he was getting excited just by the idea. You looked down at your feet and contemplated your shiny red heels. You could run in these. However, it would hurt like hell.

He realised why you were hesitant, “I could carry you there you know.” You looked him in the eyes. To be honest the offer was tempting. But the idea of being pressed up against him made you uneasy. He would have his fingers digging into your bare thighs as your arms would be wrapped around his broad shoulders. It was out of the question.

“Absolutely not Kim Taehyung.” you snapped. “Come on then. Last one loses.” and with that, you set off and started running.

“Hey! That’s cheating Y/N!” you heard him starting to run behind you. The cold rain whipped your cheeks. You kept your eyes on the pavement, making sure not to misplace your feet and fall over. Taehyung quickly caught up with you and teased you as he ran by “I thought you’d be faster than that.”

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked up at him “Oh shut u-” Just as you started insulting him you felt your heel snap and your ankle gave away. You didn’t have time to do anything about it, you were on the ground. You caught yourself with your hands and scraped them on the pavement.

Taehyung turned around “Y/N!” he exclaimed “Are you okay?” he came back towards you and you felt his big warm hands press against your shoulders. There you were on all fours looking at the floor. You had never been so humiliated. First Ms.White, then Namjoon and now this. You felt yourself tearing up slightly. It had been a shit day and it felt like the shock of the fall was just shoving all of your repressed emotions back out. You could feel your throat clench as you tried to keep them down. Your lip was trembling ever so slightly and you gulped on air trying to regain your composure. Why had Namjoon kissed you? Why would he even do such a thing? You were most likely going to be fired too. Fucking stupid Ms.White. You felt yourself starting to spiral. Those were your favourite heels as well. You stared at your hands and swallowed back your tears. Teahyung helped you back onto your feet. “I’m okay, I’m okay,” you muttered, not daring to even look him in the eye. He could probably tell how upset you were.

“Oh no you’re bleeding Y/N” Taehyung said softly. You looked down at your knees and noticed blood trickling down your right leg, “Perfect” you thought. You tried keeping your composure and just stood there looking miserable. Taehyung didn’t say a word, he picked up the broken piece of your heel and gently approached you. You felt a warmth on your thighs and before you knew it you were in the airs. He was carrying you. Instinctively you wrapped your arms around his neck to not fall off.

“Let’s get you inside,” he said softly. You felt the warmth of his body through his wet shirt and felt slightly comforted. You were too down to say anything about it, and the proximity wasn’t as uncomfortable as you had imagined. It was actually quite nice. His thumbs massaged your skin gently as he carried you across the block to your office. After a couple minutes, you let your head rest against him as you did you swear you felt his grip tighten around you and heard a small sigh escape his lips. A small tear trickled down your face.

Soon enough you had arrived back at the office. You expected him to put you down by the time you had reached the door. But he didn’t. He kept you in his arms and entered the elevator. He pressed the button and the lift brought you both upstairs in silence. All you could hear was his breath. None of you had said a word since he had started carrying you. He walked over to your desk and sat you down on it. He paused briefly standing between your legs his hands moving slowly up and down your thighs. You could feel his breath on your face and you stared at his lips. You had never noticed just how plump and pink they were.

After a couple of seconds, Teahyung broke the silence and pulled himself away from you. “We should get that patched up before you put more blood everywhere” he chuckled. You were confused at first and then noticed that his shirt was covered in your blood.

You gasped “Oh no! Taehyung, I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” he chuckled. As you stared at his chest you noticed that his shirt was not only stained but also completely transparent because of the rain. His shirt was clinging to his skin and you could see how well-built he was under his clothes. No wonder all the women at work wanted a taste. He was looking quite handsome, his hair was all wet and fell onto his forehead. His cheeks were slightly pink after walking in the cold and probably from having to carry you in. He had rolled up his sleeves revealing his veiny arms and you couldn’t help but admire how beautiful he was. He looked like he had just walked out of a magazine. As he walked away you looked down at yourself and realised that your shirt was also completely see-through and your black laced bra was on full display. Of course, it was. You imagined just how stupid you looked right now. Your eyes were swollen, hands and knees scraped, hair drenched, your shirt completely see-through and a missing heel on your shoes. Pathetic.

Taehyung came back with a box of plasters and some disinfectant. He was about to take care of it for you but you stood up and took the products from his hands. “Thanks,” you muttered, “let’s get our work done and head home.”

He took a step back and teased “So serious, I don’t know why Ms.White hates you so bad.”

You chuckled and rolled your eyes. Soon enough you were both back to work.

10 pm. You weren’t anywhere close to being done. You had to work at least one more hour. You looked at the pile of files to your right and collapsed dramatically on your desk “When will this torture be over,” you whined.

You heard some glass clinking “Hey, Y/N,” you lifted your head and caught Taehyung’s cheeky gaze. He was holding a bottle in his hand “I got us some Sake.”

You grinned, you could use a pick-me-up right about now. “Count me in” you grinned.

He poured you a drink and you downed it. You continued your work. Then drank another shot, then another. And another. Your cheeks were burning up slightly and your focus was a bit all over the place.

“Hey Y/N”

“What again,” you sighed. Taehyung had been pestering you all night.

“Why were you so sad earlier?” he asked.

You lifted your head and there he was, yet again, staring at you with those puppy dog eyes.

“Namjoon rejected me today,” you answered bluntly. You didn’t want to go into details. “He has a girlfriend apparently.”

To your surprise, Taehyung laughed. Shocked you stuttered “What’s- What’s so funny?”

“He’s always, and I mean always been an asshole. I feel like I’m the only one who sees it here.”

“He’s actually really nice.” you defended him. You liked Namjoon, he had always been kind to you, and he was funny, smart and caring. But he was also an asshole. A huge asshole. But you didn’t feel like admitting that just yet.

“Of course, you would say that” he scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you raised your voice slightly. You realised the alcohol had taken a bit more of a toll on you than you had planned.

“I just mean that he doesn’t deserve your attention. You’ve only ever had eyes for him.” he started mumbling something unintelligible.

You pulled your chair over to his desk. “What did I do last month?”

“Huh? Wh- What?” he adverted his gaze flustered. You never imagined you would see him like this, he was always so confident.

“Your brother, he mentioned something I did last month,” you insisted. Teahyung looked down and started tapping his pen on his desk.

“Last month,” he started “I was talking to Namjoon and he was telling me how much he wanted to in his words “fuck you”.” Those words struck you in the chest. It felt like someone had punched the air out of you. What the actual fuck? Namjoon said that? You couldn’t believe it.

“Fuck me?” you exclaimed, you had never heard Namjoon talk like that. Come to think of it, you could recall a couple of times at last week’s party where he had a few unsettling things about people he had dated in the past. However, you had chosen to ignore whatever he had said. The more you thought about it the more you started to believe Taehyung. Your heart ached, you had been so stupid. This whole time you thought Namjoon actually liked you.

“He told me he thought you had the perfect lips to suck him off or whatever,” he placed his face in his hands as if he was struggling to say it, “I- I don’t know he said a bunch of other things. That day I wanted to tell you. To warn you, you know. Cos I could tell you liked him.” Had you been that obvious? Was the whole office aware of how you felt about him? “I headed towards the break room where you were hanging out with Summer. And I don’t know- You were just ranting about how much you liked Namjoon and-” he couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence. You didn't understand why he was being so dramatic about it all. You slumped back into your seat “I-” you started but he immediately cut you off.

“Listen,” he said, “I know- I know how it feels to like someone so much,” he looked up at you and locked his eyes with yours “and for them not to like you back.”

Then it hit you. Of course, he was talking about you. You remembered that day. Namjoon had offered to help you with some work at a local coffee shop that weekend and you were ecstatic. You couldn’t shut up about it. Summer couldn’t bear hearing about it anymore by the end of the day. Taehyung had walked in during your coffee break and you had ignored his offer to pour you some coffee and just kept ranting about how great Namjoon was. You always gave Taehyung the cold shoulder. You stared back at him in silence for a few seconds realising that maybe you had been kind of a bitch to him, “Listen, I- I didn’t know you felt that deeply about it.”

“Yeah, I kind of do,” he smiled and you couldn’t help but notice a small dimple on his left cheek. “I mean at least I understand how much this sucks for you right?” he started pouring you another shot.

“Yeah it fucking sucks. “ you agreed. However, you were already starting to feel a bit better about it. Knowing that he had said those awful things about you kind of disgusted you. All Namjoon wanted was to get his dick wet apparently. He would have done it if he had had the chance. You couldn’t believe you had fallen for his act.

“Cheers to that,” you raised your glass and downed the burning liquor.

“Look at us,” you sighed “Workers of the week”.

“You know what we should do?” mischief sparkled in Taehyung’s eyes and you were intrigued to know what he was about to suggest.

“What?” you asked excited to know the answer. The liquor had enhanced your enthusiasm.

“Come on,” he took your hand and dragged you towards Namjoon’s desk. You looked at him confused. Taehyung snorted and then violently spat on Namjoon’s chair. You burst out laughing. “Fuuuuuuck” you exclaimed. You looked at the wet patch of saliva left on the chair slowly sinking into the fabric “Ewwww” you squealed.

“Your turn now, I dare you”, Taehyung shoved you towards the chair. You stared down at it and spat right away. No second thoughts. Namjoon deserved to sit in a gross chair. He was a cheater and a liar.

“Wow, I didn’t expect you to actually go for it.”

You turned around and saw Taehyung standing then in slight shock. “Turns out you’re quite nice Tae” you blurted out. He was nice. You don’t know why you had never noticed before.

“Of course, I’m fucking nice Y/N,” he cocked his head while looking confused.

You rested yourself on the desk behind you. “So was Sarah your rebound last month?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, “Yeah, she was. I told you I wasn’t really expecting it to happen.” He bit down on his lip as if he was holding something else back before blurting out “You’re the only one I want Y/N.”

You felt blood rushing to your cheeks. It was flattering, and you found yourself quite embarrassed. All you found to say was “I’m sorry I was so harsh on you.” you really were sorry. For months on end, you knew he had a thing for you. Yet, you always went out of your way to be extra mean to him when you had the chance. You didn’t know why. Maybe you thought he was just another fuckboy trying to get into your pants. In the end, that person turned out to be Namjoon. You couldn’t be more disgusted.

“That’s ok.” he blushed a little and looked down at his feet embarrassed. You stood up from the desk and got closer to him. You gently brushed his hair out of his face. For some reason your hand found itself pressed against his burning cheek. You noticed when glancing over his shoulder “It’s almost midnight Tae”. Tae. It was the first time you ever called him that. You heard his close friends use that nickname and you quite liked how it felt rolling off your tongue. Tae.

You were about to remove your hand to get back to work but Taehyung pressed his hand against yours to stop you from moving away. His other hand gripped your waist and suddenly his lips crashed onto yours. You were slightly taken aback by the sudden kiss and felt your muscles tense up a bit. However, within seconds you allowed yourself to sink into the tender kiss. His soft lips pressed against yours, your cheeks were burning and his hands started to slowly roam around your body. He separated from you and you stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes were pitch black and his cheeks were flushed red. He looked over to the clock “It’s midnight now,” he whispered, “we should get back-”. You didn’t let him finish his sentence and hungrily kissed him. He tasted sweet like Sake. You slid your hands under his damp shirt. You had been eyeing his chest ever since you had come back from the restaurant. The feel of his burning skin against yours made your juices start to flow. You wanted more. Taehyung lifted you onto Namjoon’s desk and you wrapped your legs around him. The kiss became deeper and deeper as your tongues intertwined. You could feel his hardening length press up against your core.

Soon enough he tore your top off and all the buttons of your shirt went flying away. You didn’t even care. His mouth attacked your neck as his left hand cupped your breast. His other hand pushed you against his throbbing dick. You could feel how big it was through the fabric. The heat between your legs started to trickle down your legs. Your underwear was getting wet, and fast. As Taehyung left wet kisses down your neck and made his way down to your breasts he smoothly unclipped your bra. You could tell he was used to this. His tongue attacked your hard nipples and you let out a soft moan “Tae”. Your hand cupped the back of his head and you massaged him, encouraging him to keep going. He bit down on your tender bud before softly pulling on it. You let your head tilt back, fuck it felt good. As he kept devouring your chest you let out soft whimpers. You couldn’t believe this was happening. Kim Taehyung was eating your tits and you were letting him. In fact, you wanted him to. You wanted him to fuck you. Right here, right now in this office. You could feel your pussy throbbing. You needed to be touched. You lifted Taehyung’s face and kissed him plentifully. You lifted his shirt off of him and finally got to take in just how gorgeous this man was. You stood up and quickly fetched a clean chair. Taehyung looked slightly confused. You came over towards him and kissed him on the neck before descending his chest. His skin smelt like vanilla and aftershave. Soon you reached his belt which you unbuckled swiftly before starting to pull down his trousers. Taehyung let out a sigh as he realised what was about to happen. As you tugged on his underwear, you released his cock and had to keep in a gasp. You heard him chuckle and realised that your jaw had dropped. There it was, Kim Taehyung’s massive cock on full display all pink and throbbing impatiently. You looked up at him with a satisfied smile and pushed him down onto the chair. You got onto your knees eager to taste him. He stared at you impatient for you to touch him. You started by gently kissing his inner thighs, slowly approaching his length. You finally grabbed it with your right hand as the other one rested on his thigh for balance. “It’s so big” you muttered as you stared at him. “Of course it is babygirl” he teased. Usually, that kind of nickname would have made you cringe. But there was something about the way he said it that made your pussy clench. You then proceeded to lick his length from the base to the tip, getting a small sigh of relief from Taehyung’s lips. You let your mouth slide onto his red tip and let your tongue swirl slowly around it. You noticed his grip tighten on the armrest. You looked up at him and stared into his hungry eyes. Soon enough, your head was bobbing up and down his length as your hand followed the rhythm. You tried going as deep as possible without gagging and your eyes were tearing up slightly as his dick hit the back of your throat. It was so worth it. Taehyung was biting down on his lips and letting out small moans “Y/N”, “Fuck”, “Don’t stop”. It was the hottest thing you had ever laid your eyes on. There he was at your mercy. His fingers dug into the leather armrests, and his chest was heaving as he took heavy breaths and whimpered under your touch. You locked eyes with him and picked up the pace. He moaned and hissed “Fuck Y/N you’re such a good girl taking my big cock.”

You moaned in satisfaction against his dick. “You love sucking me off don’t you” he teased, “go deeper babygirl”. You obeyed and shoved his length deeper, you almost gagged and he sighed “Good girl”. Your panties were drenching. You rubbed your thighs together to get some release but in vain. “You taste so good Tae” you whispered before taking in his length yet again. Your hand crept down from Taehyung’s thigh to between your own. Your fingers rubbed themselves against your wet panties. Your pussy was desperate, you needed to be touched. Just the delicate touch of your fingers sent shivers down your spine. You started letting your fingers trace your folds, going up and down in the same motion as your head on Tae’s cock. Taehyung noticed and chuckled “That’s my job baby,” he gently pushed you off his throbbing length. Before you knew it he had picked you and slammed you onto Namjoon’s desk. He quickly pulled down your tight skirt and underwear before spreading your thighs. “Fuck” he let out “you’re so beautiful Y/N” and you felt yourself blushing.

His lips devoured you as he pushed your body onto the table. Your head was resting on a pile of files. Taehyung’s nimble fingers slid down your body towards your core. As his fingertips met your centre and started running up and down your folds, you couldn’t help but let out another moan “I want you to fuck me so bad”. You could feel him smile against your neck as you said that.

“You can’t imagine how long I’ve wanted to hear that”. His fingers swiftly entered you and started gliding in and out. His thumb roamed around searching for your clit. He knew he found it when you let out a hiss. His whole body was pressed against yours and you could feel his hard cock resting on your thigh. His fingers started going a bit faster and curled inside of you, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb slowly picked up the pace too and you found yourself gripping the sides of the desk. His mouth attacked your neck once more, this time sucking and biting on your skin before gently licking the sore spots.

You whimpered as his fingers hit your G-spot yet again. “Tae- fuck- don’t stop”. He obeyed and continued at the same rhythm, his thumb applying just a bit more pressure on your clit. You could feel your muscles starting to tense up. Fuck it felt so good.

“Are you going to come for me Y/N?” Taehyung asked between kisses. You couldn’t even find the strength to answer and could only let out a small moan.

He asked again, “Y/N” and his fingers sped up. “I asked, are you going to come for me?” you could tell how pleased he was with himself.

You could feel the pleasure starting to ripple from your core. “Yes” you whined, there it was. The heat poured from your pussy and crashed across your body “Yes Tae, fuck yes.” You arched your back and felt yourself convulse. “Fuck” you sighed as your muscles trembled, “fuck”.

Taehyung leaned back and looked at you his eyes full of lust. “Now let me fuck you babygirl”. He grabbed a condom out of nowhere and slid it onto his length. You were surprised something so small could fit on something so big. He cocked his head and innocently smiled at you. Taken aback by this sudden change of expression you didn’t even notice him grab his cock and point it towards your pussy. Suddenly he shoved himself inside you, you were so wet it glided in without effort. You both moaned as he entered your walls. Your hands found their way to his back and your legs wrapped around his waist.

He started motioning back and forth between your legs. “Tae” you whined, it was slightly embarrassing just how vulnerable he made you.

“Fuck Y/N,” he whimpered as he grabbed your hips “you feel so good on my cock.” he slammed his length inside you once more and you both gasped for air. He started pushing himself inside of you repeatedly and you could hear his heavy breathing beside your ear. You clawed at his back and encouraged him by tightening the grip your legs had on his waist. Small moans kept escaping your swollen lips.

He leaned backwards and although reticent to let him escape your embrace at first, you couldn’t help but gasp when you saw just how beautiful this man was. There he was standing between your legs. His skin glistening with sweat, his hair sticking to his forehead thrusting his hips back and forth, his cock hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

His lips were smothered in your lipstick and slightly open as soft moans repeatedly escaped his plump lips. “Fuck you’re so hot Tae”.

He grinned at your words and slammed himself further inside of you making you whine some more. He grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders offering his cock a new angle. A better angle, you instantly moaned as his length hit your walls. There it was, he had found the spot and he knew it. He bit down on his bottom lip and let his hand creep up between your legs. You looked at him impatiently. He started rocking back and forth and his thumb attached your clit again. Your moans became louder. You could feel your juices flowing down your thighs. Your chest heaved as you tried to keep a steady breath. Your grip around the edge of the desk tightened yet again. If he kept going like this you would come again. “Don’t stop.” you whined.

“Hmm?” he hummed, “Sorry babygirl I didn’t hear that.” he cooed and he slightly slowed down the pace.

“No,” you pleaded, “Please”. You couldn’t bare him stopping now, you needed him to fuck you harder.

“I can’t hear you Y/N.” he kissed your calf as to encourage you, and pushed himself inside of you slowly.

You finally mustered up the courage to scream “Please- Tae-” you panted “Fuck me- Harder”.

He grinned in satisfaction “Good girl” and slammed his cock inside you. You both gasped and he began rocking back and forth. He pressed his left hand on your lower stomach to keep you in place as he hit your sweet spot over and over again. His other hand focused on your clit and there it was again. The heat was taking over your body, and spreading from your centre to the rest of your body.

“That’s it, baby,” he hummed pleased with himself “Let yourself go.” and with those words, there it was again. Your orgasm crashed onto you as a massive wave and all you could do was let the moans escape, louder and louder. Your walls clenched around Taehyung’s length as you spasmed.

You noticed he started grunting louder and his head had tilted back. “Come for me Tae,” you moaned. He chuckled and picked up the pace. There you were. Both moaning and hissing loudly. The desk was shaking under you both. Pens and papers falling to the floor. You finished your orgasm and all your muscles relaxed.

You looked up at Teahyung who was on the verge of cumming. “I love your big cock Tae,” you hummed and clenched your walls around him.

And there it was he moaned louder and let his eyes roll to the back of his head. Sweat trickled down his forehead. “Fuck Y/N- ah- fuck-”

He slowed down, your legs slid down from his shoulders and he let himself crash on top of you. You were both lying there catching your breath. Your hands caressed his hair gently and you closed your eyes fully relaxed in his presence. You felt his heart beating against you and kissed him softly on the top of his head. The haze from the Sake was starting to clear up and you were slowly realising what had actually happened.

Teahyung lifted himself from on top of you and slowly pulled himself out. He grabbed a box of tissues and kneeled before your open legs. He took one and started cleaning up “God you’re made a mess” he teased and you playfully kicked him “Shut up, it’s your fault”.

He kissed the inside of your thigh tenderly before sliding your panties back on.

You both got dressed in silence after that.

1 am. You sat back down at your desks and finished your work quietly. You weren’t sure what to do after what had happened. It all happened so fast. One second you were working, the next you were drunk and getting fucked on Namjoon’s desk.

1:30 am. The rest of the work had been done rather quickly. None of you had said a word the whole time. You sat there staring at Taehyung, his shirt unbuttoned and skin still glistening. You could still feel the stretch his cock had given to your pussy and your walls clenched at the thought. He looked up and caught you staring lustfully at him. He winked and you sighed with exasperation. “I’m almost done you can head home if you want,” he said.

You knew you could leave for a while now but for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to budge. It was as if you were so mesmerised by him that you were unable to move. What had gotten into you?

“What’s the matter?” Taehyung inquired as he cocked his head slightly revealing the bruises you had left on his neck. You didn’t think you had sucked so hard on his skin.

“I don’t know Taehyung, should we talk about what happened?”

“What is there to talk about?”

Flashbacks of him pounding into you as you struggled to keep your balance on Namjoon’s desk reassurged and you blushed, “I mean you did just fuck my brains out in the office,” you mumbled making Taehyung laugh, “Ah yes, there is that”.

An awkward silence followed as you both stared at each other remembering what had happened earlier. “Listen Taehyung I don’t really want people knowing about this in the office,” you said as you stood up and started to pack your things. You took your extra pair of shoes out of your drawers and slid them on. You always had a spare pair in case your feet hurt too much or if you twisted your ankle or something.

Taehyung put the last file aside and pushed his seat back from his desk. He looked up at you, as he leaned back in his seat his legs spread and brushed his damp hair out of his face. “You know, I really like you right?” he inquired.

You were a bit flustered by his question “I- um- I guess that now I know.”

“Would you want to go see a movie next week?” he stood up from his chair, put his coat on and slowly walked towards you. You were thinking about it, would you want to go on a date with him? Usually, your answer would have been a stern no and you would have immediately walked away. But after what had happened, you found yourself hesitant. He was now standing right in front of you as you stared blankly and his chest. He put his fingers on your chin and gently lifted your face to make you look at him. There he was towering over you with a soft smile on his face. You could smell his musk, he smelt a little sweaty but to your surprise you kind of liked the smell. “Listen, I’d understand if you said no,” his hands slipped down to your waist and he pressed himself up against you “It’s just that I had a lot of fun tonight, and I feel like you had fun too.”

You rested your hands on his chest and thought about it. He was right, to your surprise you had had quite a lot of fun tonight. “Taehyung,” you started, “I did have a lot of fun, but” you weren’t sure how to go about this “I- I’d prefer if we took things slow and I don’t want anyone knowing about tonight. Ms.White already hates me and if she starts hearing that I’m sleeping around with my colleagues and-”

Taehyung cut you off with a kiss, “I’ll take that as a yes then.” He took you by the arm and you started heading towards the elevator. There was a bit of tension between you. He had retracted too soon from that kiss and left you wanting more. You walked in and as the doors shut he turned towards you and your eyes locked for a split second before you were in each other’s embrace again. Your lips collided and his tongue found its way into your mouth. You groped at his ass and stood on your tiptoes to reach him. His lips made their way down your neck and soon enough he was on his knees in front of you. He started kissing your legs and you could feel your underwear getting soaked again. His pupils were dilated and you could tell how horny he was, “Can I?” he muttered gesturing at the hem of your skirt. You nodded eagerly and he complied, he lifted it above your waist. His lips made their way towards your hip where they found your underwear he bit down tenderly on the edge of the fabric and slowly pulled them down with his teeth. Soon enough your pussy was on full display still pink and sore from earlier. You stared down at him as he kissed your inner thighs. He hadn’t touched your centre yet and you could already feel it pounding eagerly. Soon his tongue traced its way to your folds and he gently swiped it up and down. He pulled back “You taste so good,” he hummed before shoving his face back in, this time burying his tongue deeper inside you. You gasped and put your weight onto the wall. You could feel your juices pouring out onto his tongue as he licked it all up. You looked down at his head between your thighs, and your gaze met his. He stared up at you with his beautiful brown eyes, his fingers made their way towards your core. Suddenly you felt his fingers slip inside of you. His tongue found your sensitive bud and started applying pressure to it and his fingers went back and forth inside of you. The friction made your muscles tense up, your pussy was already so sensitive from earlier and everything felt so much more intense this time round. He wasn’t going too fast and let the heat build up slowly. Your soft moans and the wet kissing noises filled the silence of the elevator. You must have arrived at the bottom floor already, in fact, the door must have opened at some point, but neither of you had noticed. He hummed against your wet skin and kept going at the same steady pace his eyes staring into yours.

You couldn’t avert your gaze “Fuck- Tae- ah-” you whimpered as you did your best to keep your balance. Your legs were stiffening and trembled a bit as he kissed your tender spot. His fingers were repeatedly hitting the spot that made you weak in the knees. You could feel yourself faltering under his touch. He grabbed your ass and gave you support with his free hand. You whined as he smacked your bare ass. Your hands made their way under your top and your fingers found your nipples. You started playing with your tits and your moans became louder. You could tell how satisfied he was with the sight before him. You squeezed your nipples harder and the pain made you whine. Taehyung’s tongue pressed a bit harder against your clit and he started swirling faster. You could feel your climax approaching. Taehyung’s hand on your ass helped you keep on your feet. If he let go you would surely collapse to the floor. He squeezed your ass cheek as if to signal you to let go, and you did, waves of pleasure crashed onto your body and you moaned louder at each swipe of his tongue against your clit. After a few seconds, he removed himself, his face covered in your juices and he kissed you passionately. You could taste your fluids on his tongue and you gripped yourself to his waist to not fall. Pressed up against him you could feel his hard cock throbbing with desire.

He pulled himself away from you with a big smile, “Don’t worry,” he whispered “this will be our little midnight secret baby” before he gave you a last kiss.

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