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#Despite what he’s already been through. Being betrayed by a girl he loved before

i2sunric · 22 days

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𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 — 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: boyfriend's best friend!sunghoon x reader (f)

summary: just like eva did in the garden of eden, you fell under the serpent's court and now are under his spell. you knew you shouldn't betray your boyfriend, jake, like that when he was so right for you, but seeing that he spent more time out for work made you seek the love and affection you needed, and who if not sunghoon could give you what you deserved?

warnings: cheating. unprotected sex, they fuck everywhere and i mean it, toxic, creampie, masturbating, fighting, kissing eating pussy, jealousy, jake is an asshole, reader is weak, doggy, missionary, rough blowjob, pet names (baby, princess) angst if u squint?

a/n: the intro doesn’t slay but i swear it gets better. it’s my first fic so please be kind, i tried my best 💋. LIKE & REBLOG to share, pls! this has been undergone to many re-readings but there might still be grammar errors lol

published: 12/04/2024

wc: 13.6k

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MASTERLIST OF THE PROJECT

“Again?” You asked with a deep frown after hearing that your boyfriend had yet to go to another work trip, despite having just returned from one “I know baby, what can I do? They need me.” He said it as if you were complaining already. But could he blame you? You had spent two summer weeks alone and bored without Jake and now you had to go through another couple of weeks.

“Why you? They have other workers.” You commented, raising a brow. Jake sighed and walked closer to you “Because I’m good, aren’t you proud of me?” You looked away and murmured “Of course I’m proud of you.”

Jake noticed your sudden change of mood and turned you to look at him “Come on, I'll be back before you even realise it.” You rolled your eyes at his statement, something that Jake did not like “Don’t be selfish, I need to work to have money.”

“I'm not being selfish,” You reminded, tone cold. “I just miss my boyfriend who’d rather be miles away from me.” You snapped, stepping back and crossing your arms to your chest. Those words had been left unspoken on your tongue for too long to be able to hold them back anymore.

“We both know that’s not true.” He hissed, rubbing his temples “Do we?” You scoffed

Jake clicked his tongue, “Listen, I'm just asking you to understand.” You frowned again at him “I understand Jake, I've always done it!” Your voice raised out of frustration “So why can’t you understand me?”

“You?” His frown matched yours, a few wrinkles appearing on his forehead “What is there to understand about a needy and clingy girl?”

As soon as those words left his mouth your eyes saddened. Were you really being that whiney? So many questions formed inside your head while Jake regretted ever speaking. You were just being honest, that’s what Jake always wanted from you; honesty, to voice out your feelings, so why was he mad at you?

“Taking many short distance flights is also not good for your body…” You murmured, bitter tears running down your cheeks, your gaze locked on the ground

Jake’s face softened, realising that you weren’t complaining— you were worried for him “Baby I—“

You shook your head “Save it.” And walked away, disappearing in the bedroom. Jake ran a hand through his hair in frustration, leaving you to cool down. but you both were two stubborn beings so, instead of resolving it, you laid on opposite sides of the bed with heavy hearts, hoping the night to wash the annoying feelings away.

Heleft early in the morning, without a single message or a note and not even a kiss on your shoulder. Whenever he had a flight in the night or early morning to catch and you would still be asleep, he used to kiss you softly on the shoulder, but this time he hadn’t.

Had you been too harsh with him the day before? Were you really being selfish?

You glanced at the clock and noticed you had already slept the morning away so you decided to get something done. You stretched your limbs and exited the bed, doing your usual routine and some chores as well, trying your best not to think about jake. If he wanted to stay mad, so be it.

When you were cleaning the living room’s floor you heard your doorbell ring, so you went to open the door. In front of you a tall man with a sheepish grin stood, waving his hand “Hi, Y/N.” He greeted warmly

“Hi, Sunghoon.” You said back, stepping aside to let him enter. you closed the door behind your back and walked him to the living room “What’s the occasion?” You asked, smiling

Sunghoon looked around the house “Is Jake home?” You shook your head in reply “He’s on a work trip.”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened “Again?” He asked and you couldn’t help but chuckle, you two had the same reaction to the news of Jake's departure “Again.” You nodded

“Aw, man.” He sighed, “I haven’t seen him in forever since he changed job.” You wanted to reply that you too hadn’t seen him since he decided to pick a job that required to travel around the world, but Sunghoon didn’t need to know that.

Sunghoon tilted his head, looking you up and down “So, home alone?” You smiled sadly “unfortunately.”

He gave you a wide smile, one that showed his two fangs “I took a couple of weeks off work because I had to go on vacation but the hotel shut down,” He seemed to debate whether to continue, but then added “I can keep you company.”

You blinked faintly at his offer, you two weren’t really close, you never really hung out apart from Jake’s friend group so it’d be awkward. However , loneliness made you desperate so you just smiled in return “why not?”

Little did you know that Sunghoon had another plan in store for you

⪩⪨

“Good morning, Y/N.” Sunghoon greeted a few days later, entering your house with his awkward yet comforting demeanour.

“Morning.” You said back, guiding him to the kitchen and placing down the casket of fruits he had brought you “You didn’t have to..”

“Dot’t be silly, it’s a pleasure.” Sunghoon smiled, sitting on a chair “Can i help you with anything?”

You quickly shook your head “No, no,” You took a pear and showed it to him “I'll cut this so we can eat and chat?” “Sounds good.”

It had become a small occurence that you’d sit together and talk about anything. you two had got to know each other, and you realised you had a completely different prejudice of him. At first, you thought he was cold and awkward, but he actually was very soft spoken and kind. your heart always felt content when you were with him, but you chose to ignore that detail.

It was probably just because Jake hadn’t replied to your texts since he left the country, your heart was just pulling tricks on you.

You placed a small plate on the table with the pieces of pear and began to talk with him, laughing at a story of his dog scaring Jake's family dog, despite being a lot smaller.

“Layla and Jake are so alike,” You commented, chuckling “Indeed, I see no difference between them. like an owner like a pet." Sunghoon replied, taking a bite of the pear. A small drop of the fruit’s juice rolled down his cheek, reaching his jawline. you had never paid attention to his features so closely, but he was so attractive. His jaw was sharp, you thought that if you ran your finger on it, it’d cut.

His skin was pale, porcelain-like and his eyes were so dark in contrast, his eyebrows thick and hair that seemed so fluffy.

Before the drop could fall down, you quickly extended yourself and dried it with your thumb, making both of you stop in your tracks. Sunghoon ‘s deep eyes widened and you pulled away “I—I’m sorry..” you stuttered, embarrassed

But Sunghoon didn’t seem to mind “It’s alright, thank you.” He reassured, resuming to tell his story. You try to shake the awkward feeling but get sidetracked when your phone screen lit up.

You quickly took it, hopeful that it was finally a message from your boyfriend, but your face fell when you realised it was just a notification from YouTube.

You sighed and looked so gloomy, like a whole storm fell over your shoulders, Sunghoon blinked faintly “Are you ok?”

You didn’t want to annoy him with your problems, you two had just started to be friends, but you just needed someone. All your friends were busy working or living their adulthood somewhere, while you had been inside that house too much it felt almost sickish.

You sighed “It’s just that Jake and I had a small argument, right before he left.” Sunghoon’s eyes were so attentive you felt exposed, so kind and gentle.

“Is that so?” He asked, letting you know that he was listening “Yes,” You breathed out “We said harsh things and now he won’t even reply to my texts.”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched at your admission, How could Jake ever ghost you? He could be mad all he wanted, but he was on the other side of the earth, for Christ’s sake, he could at least reply to your texts just like he did to Sunghoon a few hours before.

Seeing you so sorrowful made his heart ache; he wouldn’t admit it out loud but he had always found you attractive, since the first day he saw you on campus. Screw his introverted personality, he never tried to speak to you, only admired from afar. However, when he learnt that his best friend had found a girlfriend and the so-called girlfriend was you, he couldn’t help but blame himself. Especially since jake was treating you like you weren’t worth anything.

You were worth it, you were everything Sunghoon dreamt of— if only you knew how better he could get you. good for him, he had two weeks to prove you so.

⪩⪨

“You just didn’t strike me as someone who likes doing grocery shopping.” You commented, putting milk inside the cart Sunghoon was gently pushing for you

Truth to be told, Sunghoon hated grocery shopping. He’d rather starve himself than get out of bed to buy himself food, which was why his friend Jay and his mother would often bring him food or just something enough to survive. But it was for you and you needed to eat to be healthy, he could do an exception.

“I don’t have anything better to do, do I?” He said, chuckling at the sight of you trying to take a bag of chips which was on the top shelf, clearly too high for you.

You felt his figure hovering over you, the warmth of his body surrounding yours, his chest caressing your back as he took the chip for you. That movement lasted no longer than five seconds but to you, it felt as if time had stopped. You snapped out of your trance at the sound of the bag of chips being thrown inside the cart and Sunghoon moving forward.

You failed to notice the smirk on his lips, but the man was quick to hide it before his undercover was caught.

“What’s left on your list?” He asked, scanning the cart’s contents to see if he mentally remembered “Uh—“ You quickly took the grocery list that was crumpled inside your pocket and cleared your throat “Just… donuts.” You said quietly. You weren’t usually one to overeat, but since your heart was upset, your stomach was the same and you craved junk food.

You waited for Sunghoon to make a comment over it, to call you ‘gross’ the same way Jake once did when he saw you putting a bag of chips — the same type Sunghoon helped you take — inside the cart. You waited for it, but nothing came.

Instead, Sunghoon pushed the cart a little further in the lane until he reached the snacks section and eyed the shelves “There’s strawberry, brown chocolate and oreo.” He turned toward you and looked genuinely interested in your choice.

“Which one do you want?” You blinked faintly, unsure on how to handle that situation. He raised a brow, awaiting your answer “Strawberry.” You murmured.

“Strawberry it is.” He took the donuts and placed them in the cart “Do you want something?” You asked, reaching for him with a smile .

“Me?” You nodded in reply “Yes, take something you like, I’ll sugar mama you.” You joked nudging his shoulder.

Sunghoon stayed silent a few beats, “No.” He said sternly, “I’ll buy this for you.” He pointed to the food you wanted to purchase.

Your brows furrowed “What?” Sunghoon smiled, a wicked grin creeping on his lips “I’ll sugar daddy you.”

It seemed like you had hurt his pride trying to say you’d pay for his food, but you still didn’t want him to spend money on you, so you shook your head “That’s not necessary.”

“I insist.” He took another small cartoon of donuts and placed it in the cart, hurrying away before you could talk back. You reached him again “No, Sunghoon.”

“Yes, Y/N.” He kept taking useless things from the shelves and you kept putting them back, this went on for almost two whole lanes until you placed yourself in front of the cart.

Sunghoon tilted his head “What?” You narrowed your eyes, clearly upset. Seeing your change of mood made Sunghoon freeze. Did he overdo it?

He let out a small sigh “Alright, I’ll stop adding things.” You nodded satisfactorily, placing yourself back by his side

“But I’ll pay.” Your head snapped back to him and Sunghoon chuckled “It’s the least I can do, you invite me to your house and I pay for your groceries, it’s even.”

Arguing with Sunghoon seemed to be a losing battle, so you just nodded your head and smiled back at him “Okay, thank you.”

“Anything for you.” They were just three words, but they were the most sincere you’ve ever heard.

After paying for your groceries, you two made your way towards the parking lot, you walked in front of a window, a crimson short dress on a mannequin. You stopped to glance at it for a few seconds, your eyes sparkling. Sunghoon noticed you stopping and took a few steps back “Like it?” He asked, smiling at you.

You were so stunned you just nodded in reply, eyes still glued to the dress. It seemed so perfect, sleeveless and not too short but not too long as well. You could see strings on the back, leaving it a little exposed.

“You want to try it?” At his question you snapped out of thoughts, turning to face Sunghoon (who was also a rather nice view).

“No, no, we should go home.” Sunghoon frowned at your reply “But you like it.”

You sighed softly and chuckled “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I should try it.” He eyed the dress and then you, studying you from head to toe “Even if I want to see you in it?”

His words took you by surprise and you widened your eyes “W-what?” He smirked, his fangs showing from the corner of his lips “Let’s enter.” He took your hand and dragged you inside the shop.

He sat on a small sofa in front of the dressing room, patiently waiting for you to try that dress on. The way your eyes seemed to light up made him want to buy you anything if it meant to see your pretty face smile and be bright. He knew you were still shaken from your argument with Jake, and by the fact that the bastard was obviously ghosting you, and he’d do anything to take that sorrow away from you.

“Ready?” He asked after a few minutes of not hearing anything from you. You carefully opened the curtain and lord if he didn’t get an erection on the spot.

Seeing that tiny dress hugging your perfect curves, the shy blush on your cheeks and still that perfect smile on your lips “It’s so beautiful.” You commented.

“Give me a twirl.” He asked and you complied, twirling gracefully “You’re beautiful.” Your smile lit up the whole room, you nodded in reply “I think it’s pretty nice.”

Sunghoon stood up and walked toward you, his arms raising and taking your hair away from your back. The proximity between you two made your breath hitch once again. You could smell his manly cologne and the fabric softener of his hoodie.

“This should be tied.” He murmured in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. His breath hit your skin, so warm. You closed your eyes, waiting for him to finish tying the lace behind your back.

He placed your hair back where they were and placed one strand behind your ear. He pulled away satisfied and smiled “Now, that’s even better.”

You looked at yourself in the mirror of the dressing room and Sunghoon brought his hands on your shoulder. He leaned beside your ear and whispered huskily “Let me buy it for you.”

Your brows shot up and you quickly shook your head “I can’t let you do that.” Sunghoon gave you a mesmerising smile from the mirror “Why not?”

“Because you already paid for the groceries.” Sunghoon tsked at your reasoning “And?”

“And it’d be too much if you also bought this dress. Besides, I don’t even have a reason to wear it.”

“We’ll make one.” You felt a sudden rush of coldness when his breath left your skin and he stepped away “It’s settled, I’ll buy it.”

You turned around, “But—“ He brought a finger to your lips “Shh, I said I’d sugar daddy you and I always keep my word.”

⪩⪨

Y/N: Please Jake, can you reply to me?

Y/N: It’s been five days, at least let me know you’re fine.

You sighed and dropped the phone on the mattress beside you, tired of reading ‘delivered’ beside your messages. Had you crossed the line when you argued? Personally, you thought what Jake said was far worse, but you were ready to forgive him if only he swallowed his pride and gave you a single message.

You bit your bottom lip, your body craving to be touched and screaming for release. Not only had you and Jake not spent time together, but it had also been more than a month since you last had sex. You tried to ignore your primal urges, however your hips unconsciously moved back and forth, trying to soothe the aching feeling between your legs.

Your breath got heavier as you let your palm wander under your nightgown, touching yourself, trying to turn yourself on. You bit your bottom lip, your hand reaching down to touch your clit, circling it with your fingers; using your slick to wet it more.

You slid one digit inside of you, fingering yourself for what seems like ten minutes, trying to find that one spot that makes your head spin— it didn’t feel good. You decided to try and squeeze your breasts, fingering yourself at a fast speed… nothing seemed to work out. Frustrated, you pull your fingers out and curl yourself in a small ball, checking your phone just to see that again, Jake had not texted you.

At that moment, a new message popped on your screen.

Sunghoon: Hey Y/N, movie night tomorrow?

You unconsciously smiled and replied with a positive answer, feeling strangely giddy at the thought of having another plan with him.

Y/N: Sounds good.

It didn’t take much for him to text you back, only a few seconds needed.

Sunghoon: Awesome. Tomorrow @ 9pm?

Y/N: Yup. I’ll make sure to do some pop corns.

Sunghoon: Haha

You turned off the lights, placed the phone back on the bedside table and tucked yourself under the covers, ready to fall asleep when it buzzed again. You took it, the screen light too bright for your poor eyes. You narrowed them, trying to read the new messages

Sunghoon: What are you doing now?

Your cheeks flushed at the thought of what you had been doing before he texted you.

Y/N: About to sleep

Sunghoon: Aw :(

Y/N: Why the sad face?

Sunghoon chuckled at your innocence and kind self. He bit his bottom lip and leaned back on the chair, typing his reply.

Sunghoon: I was playing a game and wanted some company.

Y/N: I’m not really sleepy

His eyebrows raised, he thought you’d just turn him off. Maybe his plan was working.

Sunghoon: Can I call you?

You jolted up, sitting on the bed and looking around in panic.

Y/N: Voice call?

Sunghoon: Anything you want, x

The way Sunghoon was treating you wasn’t the way you treated fiends, but you decided not to overthink it much. Sunghoon’s contact name flashed on your screen as he called you. You cleared your throat and tapped on the green button.

“Hey,” His voice came out as hoarse from the other line “Hi.” You whispered back, hugging your knees to your chest and fidgeting with the sheets

You could hear some keyboard tapping and asked “What are you playing?” Sunghoon chuckled “League of Legends.”

You hummed “I’ve never played.” Sunghoon let out a sound of disbelief “Never? Jake never let you play with him?”

Jake would always complain when you ever interrupted his gaming nights with friends, “No.” You replied simply.

“Shit!” He exclaimed from the other line, making you jump in surprise and gasp “Sorry about that— I didn’t mean to startle you.” He was quick to apologise

“It’s okay,” You reassured, not wanting him to feel guilty about that. “So, how was your day?”

You two started talking about everything and anything, laughing and just enjoying each other's company. You hadn’t even realised you had fallen asleep, your light snores and deep breaths probably became Sunghoon’s favourite sounds.

Because he never hung up, not until you woke up the next morning and did it yourself.

⪩⪨

Something didn’t feel quite right that day, you let Sunghoon inside your apartment and the two of you prepared the living room for the movie night… but he had something different. Perhaps, the other night something changed between you two.

Maybe it was his not-combed hair, all fluffy and wild, or the white tee he was wearing that showed the shadow of his muscles and abs— or maybe the grey sweats he was wearing. You gulped down, it was you, you were the one off.

Not cumming for so much time did tricks to your brain.

You decided to ignore it and you two sat side by side, but still keeping distance “What movie do you wanna watch?” Sunghoon asked, lazily eating a pop corn while scrolling through Netflix “Cause I had one in mind, but we can watch something else if you want.”

You hummed “What did you have in mind?” Your voice was softer and quieter, making Sunghoon feel goosebumps all over his skin. Oh, the effect you had on him.

He took one pillow and sneakingly placed it on his laps, hoping it wasn’t obvious that he was trying to cover his growing bulge.

“How to lose a guy in ten days?” He asked, faking innocence when you widened your eyes and physically squeaked “I love that movie!”

“Is that so?” Sunghoon asked but he already knew the answer. you had said that one day when you were having a group hang out with the others. He remembered, actually, he remembered every detail of you— even the ones you may think of stupid.

“Then, let’s watch it.” He said and clicked play, the movie beginning peacefully.

It all went alright until Sunghoon’s knee got closer and closer, touching yours. He acted oblivious, focusing on the scene unfolding in front of him but he was painfully aware of you.

Maybe it was also because of your exposed thighs, the shorts hugging your legs so perfectly, making him almost drool. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.

Seeing that you didn’t reject his touch, Sunghoon grew a little bolder and placed his hand on your thigh, caressing it.

An alarm inside your conscience screamed danger! stop! but something told you that his touch was safe, soothing and so attractive.

Your mind went to Jake, how he would react if he ever saw your best friend touching your thigh, too close to where he shouldn’t be touching.

Nonetheless, Jake was so far away and Sunghoon so close to you, his hand slowly creeping closer to where you ached, where you just needed him. Your breath hitched and your stiff state made sunghoon smirk sly. his plan was working smoothly.

His hand squeezed the flesh beside your thigh as your gaze was still fixed on the tv; however your attention was all on the coldness of his fingers, the way they felt on your skin.

“Sunghoon.” You wanted to say sternly but only a small whisper left your lips “Hmm?” He hummed, his dark eyes back on you

You gulped down and turned your head to meet his face, you glanced at the hand on your thigh and shook your head “You should stop.”

“Stop?” Sunghoon asked, his voice teasing and soft “It seems to me that you are enjoying my touch.”

Deny was what your brain told you to do but his hand moved even closer, resting just below the hem on your shorts. your hesitation made Sunghoon’s smirk turn more cunning, “What is on your mind?” He asked, his position shifting so his whole body was facing yours, the pillow falling on the floor. You didn’t move a bit.

“That it’s weird…” You murmured “What you’re doing.”

“Yeah?” He cooed “And why do you think that?” He asked and his finger tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, making a small tint of blush appear on your cheeks

You weren’t naïve, you knew what Sunghoon was hinting at with his actions and words. You knew it, yet you didn’t want it to stop.

“Because Jake wouldn’t like it.” At your words, Sunghoon’s smirk fell. You were loyal and that was admirable, but it was only because his best friend made a move on you first, before he built the courage to talk to you. Though Jake wasn’t treating you like you deserved, like Sunghoon would.

“Don’t think about him,” He said, his voice harsher than he intended to “Think about me.”

You watched him with hooded eyes as his hand that was tucking the small strand of hair behind your ear slowly slid down your shoulder. Your heart was pounding so hard you could feel it in your throat and your breath heavier than before.

“This is wrong.” You whispered, unable to voice out the coherent thoughts forming in your brain with his hands touching you ever so gently “we shouldn’t do this.”

Sunghoon gave you a smile that was meant to be reassuring even if it was just victorious. He knew you’d give in to him, sooner or later.

“It's wrong only if Jake finds out.” He looked down at your body, the way your nipples hardened and their outline could be seen from the shirt, he licked his bottom lip “Besides, don’t act like you don’t want it to happen as well.”

Silence filled the room except for the sound of the long forgotten movie, Sunghoon could sense your hesitation and your pretty brain overthinking, so he let out a small sigh “I’ll try something, you can tell me to stop if you don’t want to.” He said but remained still, waiting for your permission

“Try what?” You asked, your voice so soft and quiet it made his cock harden inside his sweats

“This.'' His voice sounded more like a growl, Sunghoon cupped the back of your neck while his other hand hooked around your waist, bringing you close; his lips connected to your neck, leaving wet kisses all over. You instantly close your eyes and a shaky breath left your lips, Sunghoon took it as a clue to add more pressure and suck small spots, careful not to do anything sudden.

One of your hands raised and placed on his forearm, feeling the muscle of his arm, Sunghoon smirked on your skin and detached himself just enough to talk “Do you want to stop?” You sighed softly and grasped his hair with your other hand, bringing his mouth down on your neck “Keep going.” You said and sunghoon felt as if he was the luckiest man on earth.

His kisses grew hungrier, not leaving even a single spot untouched by his lips. one hand grasped your hair back, bringing it back to have more room while the other groped your breasts from outside the shirt.

You squeezed your thighs together, trying to find relief. “N-no marks.” you said as he sucked a spot for too long, he pulled away and bit his bottom lip, repressing a chuckle “Too late.”

Before you could reply, his lips found yours in a heated and desperate kiss, it was so wrong but it felt too right to stop. You let your hands slip under his shirt and roam freely, feeling his sculpted chest under your palms, earning a deep groan from sunghoon. his tongue slipped inside your mouth, he was the one in control of the kiss but you didn’t mind. You just craved to be taken care of.

He pulled away from you and began to lift your shirt up, too eager to feel your whole body— to make you his even if you didn’t belong to him.

He threw the shirt on the floor and widened his eyes as he saw your naked upper body. Sunghoon stared in trance at you, but it made you feel self conscious and your arms wrapped around your chest. Sunghoon frowned, taking your hands away “Never,” He murmured, kissing your lips once more “Never cover yourself from me, understand?” You nodded in response “Yes, Hoon.”

He squeezed your tit and lowered his lips to the other one, sucking on your abused nipple “Such pretty tits.” He commented and you unconsciously grind on the sofa, the wetness of your pussy glistening your panties.

He left one breast to pay attention to the other, sucking and flicking his tongue on it, making you whine “Mhhh.. Hoon.” You encouraged him to continue

Sunghoon smirked and looked at you, moving your hips while your eyes were closed and your mouth slightly opened, soft whimpers exiting it.

“Lay down, princess.” He ordered and you complied. His voice was so low and demanding you thought you’d do anything he asked without contemplating anything. Maybe he truly did a spell on you.

His fingers hooked under the hem of your shorts and he looked at your eyes, waiting for your approval. “Don’t ask,” You said, trusting him and knowing he’d stop if you ever asked, but sunghoon pecked your lips “Are you sure you want this?” He asked, because no matter how hard he wanted you, he’d never force himself on you.

You nodded, your mind hazy and you body in need to be touched “Yes— I need you, Hoon.” Your soft pleading made blood rush straight to his cock, the visible bulge pocking through his pants “Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned and pulled your shorts down, discarding them on the floor “You’ll be the death of me.” He stared at your body like you were a sculpture to admire at a museum, his hand tracing your curves “My gorgeous baby,” Sunghoon noticed the wet patch on your panties and smirked widely “So wet for me? We haven’t even started.” He cooed as he tucked the hem down, leaving you completely bare in front of him.

With one finger he gathered your juices and took his digit inside his mouth, humming in approval “Tastes good, so fucking good.”

At such a sight you couldn’t help but let out a small whine “Hoon..” You murmured and his attention immediately snapped back at you “Yes, baby?”

You moved your hips closer to him “Touch me please.” And how could he say no when you asked so politely?

“Want me to touch you?” His finger went down and played with your clit, making you arch your back “Want me to make you feel good, s’that what you want baby?” He cooed, one finger slipping inside your needy and wet hole, your walls squeezing around it “Fuck, you’re so tight.” He frowned, working his finger in and out your hole while you moaned under him “Does jake even touch you, uh?” He scoffed

He added another finger, keeping your legs opened with his other hand. The movements of his fingers inside of you made you see stars, he was so skilled it almost made you forget you had a boyfriend that should do such filthy things to your body. Not that you cared at that moment, and neither did Sunghoon.

Your hips moved back and forth to match his digits, deep inside of you. He curled them and caressed your g-spot, making you squeeze your eyes and pant heavily “Faster.” You asked “Please Sunghoon— feels s’good.” His fingers moved faster and faster, the knot in your stomach about to snap when he abruptly pulled away.

You opened your eyes and whined, looking at him with a huge frown which made Sunghoon smile. you were so cute like that, face all flushed in desperate need to cum “Don’t worry.” He reassured, pulling his sweat and boxers away “Just wanted you to cum all over my cock.”

You smiled but it soon transformed into a huge jaw drop as you saw how big and fat his cock was. it pulsed, angry red and thick, up on his stomach. Sunghoon chuckled at your reaction, “Too big for you?” He asked, taking your chin in his hands and bringing your face slightly closer to him “Jake isn’t as big as me, is he?”

“That’s… never gonna fit.” You whispered, embarrassed “We’ll see that.” He pulled your head down on the sofa again and he fisted his shaft, your juices that still coated his fingers acting as lube. He pressed the tip of his dick by your entrance, teasing it “Hurry.” You whined

Sunghoon smirked “Such a needy girl,” He scowled at you and pushed his cock into you in one deep thrust, making you gasp. you felt so stretched, your walls hugging his member, making his eyes roll back “Shit, princess,” he panted “You’re really so tight,” he pushed himself deeper, already bottoming out.

You whined in a mixture of pain and pleasure, gripping the sofa beneath you, Sunghoon noticed you and connected your lips with his, trying to distract you “Relax,” He cooed, one of his hands caressing your forehead with his thumb “It’s all good, you’re doing so well.” His sweet words made you instantly relax, you looked at him through your teary eyes and he smiled warmly, pecking your lips once more. He started moving inside of you, slowly at first and when the pain subdued to pleasure, you moaned “S’deep,” You breathed out, gripping his arm.

Sunghoon couldn’t hold back anymore, his hips started moving faster, your skin slapping together as he tsked “Bet he can’t fuck you like I do,” He circled your clit with his free hand, while his other snuck around your neck, adding small pressure, just enough to make your mind hazy.

He groaned, trying his best not to cum right there as he heard your sweet moans, your tits moving back and forth alongside your body as he pushed his cock so deep he could see the shadow his bulge in your stomach “I’m the only one who can fuck you like you deserve,” He kept saying nonsense while you laid under him, the knot in your stomach about to snap.

You nodded at his statement, not registering his words at all “Hoon— s’close, I’m close.” You said, your voice cracked and quiet “I know baby,” He circled your clit faster “Can feel you squeeze me— fuck— squeeze my cock.” He threw his head back to move the bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead, revealing an image of everyone’s erotic dream.

He felt your walls squeezing his cock, signalling that you were about to fall apart and so he hurried his movements “Don’t cum yet,” He ordered but you shook your head, unable to resist anymore as you came, your orgasm hitting like a crashing wave, making your body squirm underneath him.

Sunghoon slowed his thrusts but never faltered, he helped you ride out of your high until you were able to open your eyes again, your breath so heavy. he kissed your lips, holding your chin in his fingers while he resumed his speed, trying to reach his own release

You moaned louder, probably even your neighbours could hear you but Sunghoon pushed you to overstimulation, “Gonna cum, just a little more baby.” He panted, gripping both your hips and rutting inside of you until he pulled out and came all over your chest and body, shots of white seed painting you. You spread it all over yourself, waiting for him to calm down as the realisation of what you had just done hit both of you. You exchanged no words but Sunghoon carefully scooped your figure from the sofa and carried you bridal style to the bathroom, making you sit as he prepared you a warm bath.

“Hoon..” you murmured, guilt eating you alive. Sunghoon turned around and saw the state you were in. Ignoring the hard-on he had again at the sight of you all dirty in his cum, he pressed a featherlight kiss on your forehead “Don’t overthink it,” he said gently “it’ll be alright if he doesn’t know, and you can keep a secret, can’t you?” Sunghoon asked and you nodded “That’s a good girl.” He pecked your lips but you brought him into a deeper kiss and before you knew, his tongue was inside your mouth again. He reluctantly pulled away, shaking his head, feeling like he’d be taking advantage of you.

Sunghoon closed the tab of the bath and helped you in, despite your legs that were like jelly, you felt refreshed and happier. He let go of your hand but you didn’t, keeping it secured in yours. He looked at you with a puzzled expression.

“Get inside.” You beckoned to the bath and he shook his head again “I’ll take a shower later.”

You pouted “Let’s save water.” Your eyes were so soft and glossy he couldn’t help but comply and he entered the bathtub with you.

Nedless to say, you found yourself on his laps, needy grinding against his hard cock as you two made out with the warm water around you both. Maybe you could do more than that while Jake was away.

⪩⪨

The next morning you woke up to a strange sensation between your thighs, it felt hot but also good, waves of pleasure rushing through your body. You slowly opened your eyes and looked down, seeing a ruffled head buried between your legs, two strong hands pinning you down the bed.

“Hoon..” You breathed out, your mind still hazy and eyes too heavy to keep open.

Sunghoon momentarily detached himself from your cunt, your wetness coating his chin “Mh, hey princess.” He smiled as if he wasn’t eating you out for breakfast “Just relax, let me take care of you.”

You already weak heart melted at his statement and you just nodded, resting your head back on the pillow while Sunghoon flicked his tongue on your tongue, stimulating it with his fingers as well. You closed your eyes and placed one hand behind sunghoon’s head, grasping his hair, trying to bring him closer, needing him closer.

The phone on your bedside table started ringing, making you take it and frustratedly checking who was ruining your moment. You would’ve jerked away if it wasn’t for Sunghoon’s grip at the sight of Jake’s contact name “It’s Jake.” You half-whispered, half-screamed, trying to pull Sunghoon’s head away from your pussy.

He reluctantly let go and nodded “Answer.” Though his tone said that was the last thing he wanted you to do. With shaky hands, you took the call and placed the phone beside your ear “Hello?”

“Y/N, hi… it’s morning there, did I wake you up?” Jake’s voice seemed to foreign to your ears it felt strange at first; as you were about to reply, Sunghoon’s lips attached to your pussy once more, making you gasp.

“You good?” Jake asked from the other line, worry lacing his tone “All good!” You exclaimed, a little too high pitched. No matter how hard you grasped Sunghoon’s hair, the man was not going to pull away from your pussy and the way he pinned you more down on the bed confirmed your thoughts.

Instead, you bit your bottom lip and tried your best not to give away the pleasure your boyfriend’s best friend was giving you. “Listen, I'm so sorry.” You frowned, confused “What are you sorry for?”

A whimper died down your throat when Jake answered “How I left things, I shouldn’t have ignored your texts..” He sighed softly “Inwas just mad, I needed some time alone, but it isn’t an excuse.” No, it wasn’t, but you had forgotten about the fight thanks to Sunghoon’s magic bed skills, so you just shrugged it off “I understand.” You breathed out as Sunghoon inserted a finger into your sticky walls, fingering you while his tongue worked on your clit.

Jake sighed at your answer “I said hurtful things to you, can you forgive me?” You moved your hips, fucking yourself on sunghoon’s tongue, earning a hum of approval that sent waves through your body.

“Yes,” you replied, though you didn’t know if it was meant for Jake’s question or to incite Sunghoon in his act “Really?” Jake’s voice sounded surprised, you usually took things personally, so why brush it all off? He wasn’t going to complain, though.

“How are things going there?” He asked “Alright,” You murmured, Sunghoon’s skilled tongue making you see stars “There?” You managed to ask without letting your voice shake when Sunghoon added a second digit inside of you, curling them like he had already memorised where your sweet spot was. And he probably did.

“Well.” Jake chuckled “But I miss you so much,” You felt a pang of guilt, because since Sunghoon occupied your daily life, your mind had started to drift toward Jake less.

“Miss you too,” You whispered, your words making Sunghoon’s fingers move faster. You bit down on your fist to prevent yourself from making unwanted noises.

You heard a second voice from the other line but couldn’t quite understand what it said, and then Jake sighed sadly “I have to go baby, I'll text you when I finish this meeting.” You hummed, your back arching “I love you.” Jake said sweetly and you answered with a quick “Me too.” Before hanging up, throwing the phone on the mattress.

You pulled sunghoon’s head away and pushed it on the bed, strangely he let you do it, not fighting you. He laid on the bed while you crawled on top of him, hovering just above his face “You’re so hot when you’re pissed.” he teased, knowing that you would’ve been anxious about being discovered. That was what added the thrill to Sunghoon, it would be boring otherwise.

“Shut up,” You shushed, lowering yourself on his lips and gripping his hair, pulling his lips on your pussy, the sweet sensation appearing again. You bucked your hips down, riding his face while you moaned, trying to reach your orgasm.

Sunghoon’s tongue found your entrance, fucking your hole, drinking all your wetness like you were his last meal. On other occasions you would've been scared of choking him, but with the pre-orgasm bliss, your selfishness appeared and you just worried about cumming. His nose poked your clit, his tongue fucking in and out and his hums of approval to let you know that he was, at least, still breathing made you reach your high, legs shaking. He helped you ride out of your orgasm, your breath still hard as you laid down on the bed again, chest raising up and down.

He sat up and kissed your lips, tasting your cum on his tongue “Morning, Y/N.” He murmured in a hoarse voice “Morning, Sunghoon.” It was the same thing you two had been telling each other for a week, only this time, it meant so much more.

⪩⪨

“Let me see them, come here.” He demanded as you two got home from your nail salon appointment, which he insisted on paying.

You smiled widely and walked closer to the sofa where he was sitting — or rather, manspreading — and happily showed him your pinkish nails.

“I love them.” You confessed, the small brush of Sunghoon’s thumb on your knuckles making your breath hitch “Pretty nails for a pretty girl.” He smirked when he noticed the effect he had on you.

Sunghoon was no innocent man, despite his shy appearance. When he said he’d do anything for you, he meant it, even betray his best friend for you. Maybe you didn’t want to dump him because Jake was, in fact, a good boyfriend if you didn’t count the bad moments you had together. But Sunghoon was better than him, and he was planning on showing you.

He let go of your hand and patted his lap, beckoning you to sit on it. Complying, you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his neck “But you didn’t have to pay for them.” You murmured, feeling guilty that he spent so much for you, along with the necklace and earrings he bought you as a gift

“Shhh,” He hushed you, pressing a finger on your lips, brushing his thumb over your bottom one. “I want to spoil you baby, you deserve it.” His voice was barely a whisper, so deep and husky.

Your lips hitched with the urge you had to put them on his, kissing until you grew sick of it— but you couldn’t.

“Actually,” You mumbled and pulled away, just enough to resist your deepest thoughts “I don’t want to send you away, but Jake wanted to FaceTime me,” You gulped, fidgeting with his shirt

Sunghoon tilted his head, his hands securing around your waist, protectively keeping you close “So?”

“So, I thought it’d be better if he didn’t see you here.” You added, nodding at your own statement

Sunghoon frowned, “I can hide in the bathroom until you’re done.”

“Hoon— you’ve been sleeping here for four days..” His jaw ticked “Am I bothering you?” You were quick to shake your head “No, never.” You bit your bottom lip, afraid to voice out your feelings since that useless argument you had with Jake

He sighed softly and took your chin in his fingers, making you look inside his eyes “What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, holding you so gently you thought you’d shatter right there and he’d be able to pick up all your pieces

“I—“ You shook your head, but Sunghoon’s grip tightened on your chin “Tell me.” He demanded, not harshly.

“I just… I don’t think Jake would like it if he knew about this and I feel so guilty.” Sunghoon felt his anger rise, because he wanted to tell you that your relationship was more off than on, he wanted to tell you to just break up with Jake and live with him, spend your day tucked under his protections so that no one could hurt you anymore.

But, you weren’t his and he couldn’t do anything about it… yet.

“What we’re doing isn’t bad, alright?” He tried to sooth your worry “We’re just two adults trying to satisfy each other’s needs,” Sunghoon licked his bottom lip, looking at your glossy and innocent eyes made his dick harden inside his jeans.

“And I want to take care of you..” He whispered, his hand slipping under your shirt, groping your breasts, earning a small whimper from you “Will you let me?”

Were the necklace and earrings he gave you cursed? Because no matter how much you knew this was wrong, you only craved for more.

“Yes,” You whispered, “I want to make you feel good too.” Sunghoon’s eyes softened, you were so cute and innocent and so his to ruin “Is that so, princess?” You nodded in response

“Want to make me feel good?” You hummed and Sunghoon got close to your ear, purring “Get on your knees.”

You complied right away, climbing down his laps and placing yourself between his legs “Need those pretty hands around my cock,” He said and you unzipped his jeans, palming his already hard length through the fabric

“Do you know how to give a blow?” He scoffed, almost being degrading “I bet Jake couldn’t even teach you properly.” Sunghoon caressed the side of your cheek and then his hand gripped your hair, pulling your head toward his hips “Hurry up, sweetheart.”

Not wanting to make him wait, you quickly pulled the hem of his boxers down and let them fall to his ankles.

His cock sprung free, veiny and thick, you let your tongue trace it, giving kitten licks to the tip. Sunghoon groaned, holding your hair up to a semi-ponytail so they wouldn’t bother you. You circled your tongue all over the tip, tasting his bittersweet precum.

“Stop teasing.” he warned, pulling your hair back and looking into your eyes, his tone softening, “Understood, baby?” You nodded in approval and took him whole inside your mouth in one swift movement, his long shaft hitting the back of your throat, making you gag.

He heard your slight gag but the sensation of your warm mouth wrapped around him was enough to cloud his mind. you bobbed your head back and forth, filthy sounds filling the room.

“Shit princess, you feel so good.” he groaned “Mh— could just cum right now.” His praising fuelled your confidence, so you gripped both his hips and moved your head faster, trying to provide him pleasure

You palmed his balls as well, gripping them gently as Sunghoon let out a low moan, throwing his head back on the headboard on the sofa. You spied him from your eyelashes, he looked like the epitome of erotic: mouth hanging open, eyebrows furrowed and eyes squeezed shut.

He pushed your mouth further, trying to bottom out when your phone started ringing. You got distracted, looking to the side, about to pull away as you knew it was Jake.

“Don’t you dare.” Sunghoon groaned, standing up and pushing his cock deep inside your throat, you gagged, it being too big to fit. You tried to push him away to catch your breath but Sunghoon didn’t seem to care. Only when he saw your teary eyes did he give you the chance to breathe.

You panted heavily, spit rolling down your cheeks and wetting your shirt. Your ringtone started once again and Sunghoon watched you wild his eyes, he took your chin in his hands and raised a brow “You going to answer?”

Your eyes were glossy and the tip of your nose red, you shook your head in reply “That’s what I thought.” he smirked and yanked you by your hair, snatching them to push his fat cock inside your mouth once again.

The way you were just staring at him with those eyes made him grin, the sweat dripping down his forehead added a small spark to the whole situation.

Your phone rang once more and he let out an annoyed groan, taking it in his hands “Maybe I should just show your boyfriend what you’re doing right now, uh?” You panicked and shook your head, trying to pull away from him.

“Keep sucking,” He warned, maintaining his grip on your hair. He showed your phone screen to you, Jake’s contact name appearing before your eyes. You murmured, trying to tell him not to do anything reckless but that only sent waves of pleasure to his length.

“Shit Y/N.” he panted, throwing your phone back on the sofa, not caring about its ringtone anymore “Always ruining the moment, that fucker.” he murmured, holding your head with both his hands and pushing his dick in and out your warm and went mouth

“I’m so close baby,” You nodded, dropping your arms on your side and letting him do what he needed to reach his high. His moans were low, more like growls which made the wetness between your legs grow more uncomfortable as time passed. You liked when he acted so possessive, when he acted like you belonged to him. You wished you did.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” He chanted, eyes rolling back “Such a good girl for me,” He groaned once more, pushing one last time, deeper until released his seed inside your mouth.

He took deep breaths, trying to calm down “Swallow.” Sunghoon ordered, his eyes so dark and red. You gulped down and then stuck out your tongue to show him that no trace of his cum was left “Good girl.” He smiled, helping you up.

He helped you up and was about to pull your body closer when you shook your head “What’s wrong?” He asked, confused at your sudden coldness

You glanced at your phone on the sofa and smiled faintly “I think I should call Jake.” You took it and bit your bottom lip, “I’ll be back later.”

You didn’t spare Sunghoon a glance and just disappeared in your bedroom, closing the door behind your back, leaving Sunghoon in the living room with the realisation that your heart still belonged to Jake.

⪩⪨

Jake was a total asshole. He had always known that, but realisation hit him the moment he saw you coming out of that room bawling your eyes out. Despite not wanting to tell him, he had a feeling it meant Jake’s foul mouth said things he shouldn’t have. And as he rocked you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings while gently caressing your body, he was more than determined to take you away.

What made it worse was that you took your time to clean the drool from your cheeks, combed your tangled hair and even put some mascara on to feel pretty (not be, because you were the prettiest to Sunghoon’s eyes even with a trash bag on). Jake didn’t even consider that, or didn’t try to think how happy you’d be to talk to him and harshly destroyed your mood.

The next morning you woke up feeling groggy, your eyes were puffy and tear stains lined down your cheeks. You looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed, trying to fix the damage that was your appearance.

After washing your face and doing your needs, you exited the bathroom thinking you’d be alone and mentally preparing to make something for yourself to eat when you came across a tall male figure cooking.

You stopped in your tracks, eyes wide as you drank him in. Sunghoon was toasting something with the pan, his forearms flexing as he twisted the bread. He was quietly humming a melody, quiet enough not to wake you up, the smell of caramel and first loves filling the air.

You felt a sudden peace of mind, dreaming about waking up like this every day, lazy sunday mornings spent in, cuddling and just being with each other. Your dream was crushed when you remembered you actually had someone to do that with you, and he wasn’t Sunghoon.

You walked towards him and hugged his waist, your small arms wrapped around his toned torso. He stiffed for a second before realising it was you “Morning sleepyhead.”

“Morning Hoon.” You said back, snuggling your face closer to his back. He turned off the stove and turned around, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling your body closer

“Slept well?” Sunghoon asked, placing the palm of his hand on your cheek, his thumb giving it gentle strokes. The way he talked and looked had you so weak and vulnerable and the only place you wanted to be in was the space between his arms, pressed in so close and so tight.

“Yes, thanks to you.” You gave him a sincere smile. His lips twitch up into a smile and you can feel the warmth of his gaze on your face.

He shook his head and placed a featherlight kiss on your head “I did nothing, really.” He did what Jake should’ve done, instead he chose to be the reason for your hurting.

You were about to answer when he held your waist tightly and placed you to sit on the kitchen counter, you blinked faintly in confusion. Sunghoon smiled and pecked your nose “Breakfast will be ready soon.” He announced, winking at you.

He turned back to the stove and placed the toasts on a small plate; he walked to the fridge and took some jam along with butter. You followed all his movements with your gaze, noticing how his muscles twitched at his every movement. He was wearing a t-shirt that was supposed to be Jake’s, though you had to admit it looked way better on Sunghoon. You shook your head, getting rid of those (not so) untrue allegations.

Sunghoon finished making the toasts and turned towards you, his fang smile so addictive. “Are you hungry?” He asked “I made toast and found strawberries in the fridge.”

“I think you’d like to eat something else.” You murmured, voice still hoarse from sleeping. Sunghoon’s gaze darkened as he registered your words, placing himself between your legs “And what is it?” He questioned, face so close to yours you could feel his hot breath hitting your skin

With one hand you held yourself on the counter and wrapped the other around Sunghoon’s neck. You two had only four more days together, and you chose to make the best of them. You’d deal with Jake when he came back and could talk face to face.

“I have a perfect meal for you.” You smirked, looking down at your lower body. Sunghoon let out a soft sigh, his bulge already poking from his shorts “My favourite.”

His palm traced all the way from your breasts, down to your stomach and hem of the shorts. He slipped one finger inside and cursed under his breath when he realised you were wearing no underwear

You chuckled at his reactions and Sunghoon attacked your lips with his, sucking on your bottom lip, making you squirm.

He squeezed your breasts and simultaneously played with your clit, touching you in only ways he could. He detached his lips from yours and lowered himself, kneeling in front of you. He kissed your clothed core, smelling the scent of you, so addicting. You felt your pussy clench around nothing, the usual warm feeling building inside your body.

You looked down at Sunghoon with pleading eyes and he was more than happy to satisfy you “On it, baby.” he licked his lips as he pulled your shorts down, the cold air of the room hitting your sensitive skin, making you shiver. Sunghoon placed kitten kisses all over your thighs, so close to where you needed him but not exactly there.

“Hoon.. please.” You whined, pulling him by his hair closer to your core. Sunghoon flicked his tongue on your clit, making you gasp out.

He continued to lick your pussy like a popsicle, his skilled tongue brushing against your shaven mound, making your head hazy. Your breath grew heavy and you couldn’t help but throw your head back, desperately pushing Sunghoon closer, trying to find satisfaction.

Sunghoon rewarded your bravery by inserting one finger inside your hole, brushing it against your g-spot “Fuck— Hoon, yes!” You moaned out

“Pussy tastes so good.” he purred, diving again between your thighs “All mine, this is all mine, got it?” in your blissful state you nodded your head in reply, bucking your hips to meet his movements

As Sunghoon’s fingers kept brushing against a certain spot that had your eyes roll back, you felt something snap inside of you and liquid spurred out of your pussy. You widened your eyes, looking down at him with an apologetic look.

“I— I’m sorry.” You said, taking in the sight of said liquid dripping down Sunghoon’s chin and having wetted his shirt.

Sunghoon, on the other hand, seemed to be on cloud 9 “That was so hot, Y/N.” He said with sparkling eyes “Squirt on me again baby, please.”

He was really pussy drunk, drinking all your juices, fucking you with his tongue and fingers.

He raised himself on his feet and brought you into a sloppy and messy kiss, you could taste yourself on his lips.

His painful clothed bulge pressed against your core, rubbing against it.

Sunghoon made his shorts and boxers fall down to his ankles and rubbed his red tip on your wet folds, gathering your sweet juices.

He pushed his thick cock inside you and your breath hitched, its length still something you weren’t used to. You propped yourself on your elbows and took deep breaths, trying to distract yourself from the burning stretch.

Sunghoon moved slowly, rubbing your clit to make you even wetter so that he could slip in and out without hurting you.

He held your face with one hand, his thumb inside your thumb while you sucked on it “You’re so dirty.” he smirked “My dirty girl.” He got close to your face and hurried his thrusts

“Tell me baby— shit— you mine, uh?” He asked, voice husky

“I’m not y-yours.” Ah, wrong answer. He stilled his movements, looking down at you with a raised brow “Not mine?” He scoffed, “Then you don’t deserve to cum.”

You felt him pull out and panicked, gripping his forearm desperately “No!” You exclaimed “Please Hoon.”

He gave one deep thrust, making you whimper “What did you say?” You blinked faintly “Please..” He shook his head “Nah ah.”

You sighed “I’m yours, Hoon.” His lips twitched into a sly smirk “Good girl.” Sunghoon praised as he gripped your waist. You raised your top just enough to let your breasts run free and squeezed your nipple, stimulating your body.

Sunghoon joined you and squeezed the other one, bringing his lips down to circle it and send waves of pleasure through your body.

Sunghoon took hold of your hips, raising you from the counter while your hands were still gripping it, moving your lower body to meet his in quick and deep thrusts.

“Fuck, get down.” he helped you down the counter and manhandled you, turning you as he pleased.

He took your arms and hooked them around one of his, your back pressed against his chest. Sunghoon entered your body once more, his movements so fast. You clenched around him, your moans so loud.

“You were made for me.” He groaned in your ear, kissing your shoulder “Mine to fuck, mine to own, mine to love.”

You felt the knot in your stomach tighten, crying out in pleasure “S-sunghoon.” He breathed out “I know baby,” the speed of his thrusts hurried, rutting inside of you as he hit the sweet spot “Cum for me.”

At his words your eyes rolled at the back of your head, mouth agape as you came apart on his cock. He looked down, the white circle forming around his shaft, almost making him cum as well on spot. Your legs started shaking, his thrusts never faltering even as you squirmed in his grip. He circled your clit with one hand, your eyes getting watery.

“Shh,” He soothed, letting go of your arms to make you stabilise yourself by gripping the counter; his hands grasped your hips, grip so tight it would probably leave marks by the next day as he thrusted inside of you, trying to reach his release.

“I’m gonna cum,” Sunghoon panted, the speed of his movements increasing even more “Inside—“ you choked out “Cum inside me.” Your words made him release his seed right there, coating your clenching walls with his warm cum. He hugged your back, lips brushing against your shoulders as he fucked his cum right back into you, not wanting a single drop to fall out.

He raised from your figure but still not pulling out, turning your head by your chin and connecting your lips. The kiss was sloppy and uncomfortable due to the position, but it held so many feelings it made you melt.

Sunghoon’s fingertips caressed your stomach, holding you close while gentle thrusts kept uniting your bodies “You begging me to cum inside really did something to me, pretty girl.” He chuckled, kissing your jawline.

“Fortunately,” You started, still out of breath “I’m on the pill. Sunghoon chuckled huskily, “I wouldn’t have minded even if you weren’t.”

He pulled out, drops of his cum running down your thighs. He turned you around and kissed you deeply once more “Let’s get you cleaned up, then we can eat.”

You gave him a weak smile, you were sticky and sweaty, probably your hair was also messed up, but Sunghoon still looked at you like you were the most beautiful person in the world. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

He kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled “I’m taking you out for the night, so prepare that dress I bought you.” Euphoria took over your face as you nodded happily “Thank you, Hoon.”

“I already told you I’d do anything for you.”

⪩⪨

You were putting the earrings he had bought you, the crimson dress hugging your body. You stood in front of the full-length mirror inside your room, trying your best not to poke another hole in your ear.

You felt a pair of strong arms wrapping around your waist, Sunghoon’s head snuggled in the crook of his neck. The familiar cologne filled your nostrils, bringing a sense of peacefulness inside you.

Sunghoon kissed the back of your shoulder, his arms bringing you to his body. You felt his erections pressing between your ass cheeks, making you chuckle “You’re gorgeous.” He whispered in your ear, his kisses raising toward your jaw

You let out a shaky breath as he started slowly grinding against your ass “Hoon… We have a reservation.” You cleared your throat, trying not to think at the wetness between your legs

“So?” His voice was so low it made you shiver in his embrace. His hands moved towards your breasts, squeezing them from outside the fabric of your dress. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

You shook your head “We’re going to be late.” He pressed your lower body even closer to his, rutting his clothed cock on your ass “Please baby…” He groaned, “I’m so hard it hurts.”

His eyes locked with yours from the mirror and you couldn’t deny him when he looked so desperate for you. You loved it, you loved the way he seemed to be so obsessed with you. So possesive.

You nodded “Alright.” He didn’t waste time and flicked your skirt up, pushing his pants and boxers down and pushing your panties to the side. As his cock sprung free, you could feel it rubbing against you, so hot and hard.

He took your arms and held them in his hand, rubbing your folds with his shaft with the other. With one swift movement, he entered you, moving fast already.

Your moans were music to his ear and the sight of you rolling your eyes from the full-length mirror made his cock twitch inside of you.

Sunghoon groaned, sweat coating his forehead as he sped up, letting go of your arms to grip your hips and use your body as he pleased. You put one hand behind his head and pressed yourself closer to him, your back tightly pressed against his chest.

“My perfect girl,” He chanted, biting his bottom lip, trying his best not to cum just there “This pussy was made for me, uh?”

His heavy breath sent shivers through all your body, the sweet feeling of his dick bottoming out, hitting your cervix repeatedly made your legs shake.

“Close already?” He asked, the sound of skin slapping and the wet sounds from your cunt filling the room “Y-yes.” You managed to say, the feeling of euphoria approaching you.

“Fuck— me too.” He let out a few breaths, hurrying his speeds “Let’s cum together baby,” Sunghoon hugged your body from behind, spooning you while standing up as he rutted fast your abused pussy

“You’ll let me cum inside, right?” You nodded your head, “Please.” You breathed out “Want you to fill me up.”

Your words were enough for Sunghoon to empty his load inside of you, your own hand went down to circle your clit and you came right with him. Your walls pulsed around him and his cock twitched, with slow and deep thrusts. He kissed the back of your shoulder, his breath calming down.

“You did amazing,” He whispered, pulling out and covering your folds with your underwear.

He pulled his pants and boxers up and pulled you by your waist, kissing you hungrily “Now, you’re going to dinner with my cum inside,” He murmured on your lips “And after we come home I’ll fuck it right back, filling you up again until you can’t hold it in anymore.”

You were still dazed from your orgasm, or maybe it was the spell he gave you, because all you could manage to do was nod blissfully. Sunghoon’s plan was indeed working.

⪩⪨

Saying that you two had been fucking like two rabbits was an understatement. Sunghoon took you in the kitchen again, then on the sofa, in the bathtub and so many times in the bedroom. Like now, you had the insane idea to blow him around three am, the day before Jake was coming home.

Nobody could blame you, though, because the way he was sleeping with his lips open, bare chested and hands ruffled turned you so on you wanted to give him the sloppiest and messiest head of his life. And so you did.

Sunghoon was now cuddling with you, his fingertips brushing against your sensitive skin, the quiet of the night too comfortable as you laid in his embrace. His breath was even and soft, his body heat should’ve been bothering you since you were in July but it only made you seek more. Maybe it was the fact that the day before, it would be gone forever.

“Hoon?” you asked, tone gentle “Hmm?” he murmured sleepily, sniffling his head closer to your shoulder

You stayed silent for a couple of seconds, trying to gather your thoughts “When tomorrow comes, can you give me some time alone?”

Sunghoon frowned “What?” You gulped, looking down at him, smelling your shampoo scent in his hair. “I need some time to figure things out.”

Sunghoon was scared to feel hopeful by your words, he still said “Figure what out?”

“My feelings.” You answered, sighing softly “It’s just that, I’ve never felt so happy like when I’m with you.” At those words, he raised his head, his tired dark eyes meeting yours

“With Jake, everything feels on autopilot, we just live our lives as if we were two roommates.” He caressed your shoulder, letting you know that he was with you, that he had got you “But with you— you made me rediscover how love feels like, how it feels to be someone’s first choice.”

“Y/N..” He whispered, feeling a sudden urge to protect you “But I’m saying this after spending basically one month without my boyfriend.” Hearing you utter those two words felt like a punch in the stomach, even though you were just stating the truth. Sunghoon had just been a replacement for you, something to fill the void created by Jake.

“I need to see it for myself if I really have no feelings left for him or if..” He interrupted you before you could finish “I understand.”

You blinked faintly, “You do?” Sunghoon nodded, a smile forming on his lips “Of course, I’ll wait for you and understand if you choose to be with Jake.”

Your eyes sparkled at his words, he was so gentle despite the fact that his heart was breaking. But that wouldn’t happen, because as he held you close to him, he knew his spell had worked. No matter how much you tried, you wouldn’t be able to get away from him.

“I’ll always be there for you.” No matter how many times he repeated it, you always felt the sincerity of his words.

⪩⪨

“I’m back.” Jake announced, entering the front door with his huge luggage “Y/N?” He asked, walking into the living room

“Hey,” You smiled, reaching him “Welcome back.” Jake smiled wrapped his arms around you “How is my love?” He asked rather happily “Layla’s alright, I think.” Your answer sounded harsh, still not fully having forgiven him for the horrible things he said on FaceTime.

Jake frowned, knowing his sins “I’m so sorry, baby.” You sighed, pulling away from his embrace “I know.” You just said and took his luggage “I’ll put the dirty clothes in the laundry.”

Everything went smoothly, he had talked to you all about his journey, how awesome Los Angeles was, everyone was so kind and supportive towards him. And, not a single question on how you had been the past two weeks.

Shaking the feeling off and trying not to think about Sunghoon anytime Jake brushed his fingers against your skin, you successfully managed to get through three days. What you told Sunghoon was true, your life went on autopilot when you were with Jake. You woke up, went to work, did the chores and then went to sleep. You barely spoke to each other and the awkward silence in the house was always present.

“Baby?” He asked while you were cooking by the gas stoves, you hummed in response, not turning around.

“Since when did you buy all those jewellery and clothes?” He raised a brow, leaning against the counter “They’re pretty expensive, they’re from Pandora and Prada…”

“Oh?” You turned around and looked at the jewel case in his hands, trying to suppress a smile at the memory of Sunghoon buying you all the things you liked. Honestly, you wouldn’t even care if he had bought you diamonds or just paper rings, you’d take anything he’d give you.

“I liked them, so I bought them.” You shrugged, turning back to stir the soup inside the pot

“You’re so rich you can buy anything you want now?” He scoffed, placing the jewel case on the table and crossing his arms.

You stopped in your tracks, raising a brow “What?” Jake clicked his tongue “Did you pay the rent?” You nodded “Of course I did, last week.”

He let out a satisfied sound “What about the car insurance?” Now did you turn around and stared at him in disbelief “It’s your car, I’m not going to pay for you.”

Jake sighed “Come on baby, I’ve spent all my money on the trip.” You narrowed your eyes, dots collecting inside your brain “It’s a business trip, the company should’ve paid for you.”

Jake widened his eyes, stuttering “I— I meant the food and…” He trailed off. You weren’t going to buy it, you didn’t want to hear his excuses anymore.

“I don’t care, it’s your car. I don’t use it.” You informed, cleaning your hands in the apron and crossing them on your chest “But I’m your boyfriend.”

Your brows furrowed at his statement “Only when you want to.” Jake rolled his eyes “Here you go again.” He ran a hand through his hair “Could you stop being so over dramatic?”

“Oh, so now I’m over dramatic.” You said sarcastically “Yes! Yes you are.” He snapped

You didn’t flinch or look away this time, you weren’t going to show your weak side. Jake always took advantage of it, and you weren’t going to let him anymore.

“Sunghoon was right.” You murmured and Jake’s head snapped back toward you “What?”

“You’re an asshole.” You narrowed your eyes but Jake just dismissed you “Yeah, ok. What about Sunghoon?”

“I’ve spent a lot of time with him lately,” Jake laughed at your statement, seeming genuinely thrilled at your information “You and that weirdo?”

Your mouth hung open “What did you say about him? He’s your best friend.”

Jake tsked, “That’s what he thinks. He was a loner and I just talked to him. He has stuck with me since then and I’m growing pretty sick of it.”

“How dare you talk about him like that?” Jake’s brow raised “Why do you care?”

“Because he is ten times better than you.” Jake chuckled again “Oh, he is? Baby, I’m better than him or you would’ve been his girlfriend by now.”

He leaned back against the counter “And what have you two been doing, eh? Reading books? Watching corny films? Playing table games?”

“Sex.” You replied, your tone monotone, having had enough of his bullshits. His chuckle died and he frowned, looking up at you.

“You heard me, I slept with Sunghoon.” His jaw dropped, anger building inside of him “So you just go around and act like a slut? Is that what you do when I’m not home?”

“Don’t you dare call me a slut.” You snapped, your voice raising for the first time in three years “You cheated on me, Y/N. When were you going to tell me?”

“I needed a few days to figure my feelings out, and thank you for making me realise how much of an asshole you are.”

Jake scoffed “You're the one who slept with another man when you’re supposed to be my girlfriend.”

“You’re right, and I’m sorry for cheating.” His face held some victorious feelings that quickly died as you added “Because I should’ve dumped you before.”

“And that’s what I’m doing right now, Sim Jaeyun, I’m breaking up with you.”

“You can’t do that.” His face filled with anger, but no regret could be found. You were glad you opened your eyes before you were stuck with him “You’ve sucked my happiness out, you took the life out of me. Now I’m going to take it back.” You took off the apron, throwing it at his chest “I’ll come and get my things tomorrow.”

You heard him throwing other harsh words to you, but you didn’t care. You didn’t even wear your shoes, just ran out of your old apartment in slippers, towards the only place you knew would always have space for you.

⪩⪨

“Don’t shoot me!” Sunghoon was playing with his friends at a video game, the sound of keyboard taps filled the whole house along with his shouting. It was strange his neighbours hadn’t come to complain already.

“At your back!” Jay informed him, Sunghoon was taking the aim to kill the enemy but his doorbell ringing distracted him, making his shoot pointless. “Shit man, I think it’s Miss Choi again.”

Jay snorted, “Alright, go deal with her.” The friends exchanged goodbyes and Sunghoon got up, the doorbell kept ringing, making Sunghoon groan.

“Here, Here.” He sighed as he opened the door only to widen his eyes when he realised it was you in front of him— not his neighbour.

“Y/N—“ He couldn’t even finish saying your name when you threw yourself on him, lips meeting his. Sunghoon was taken aback at first but soon enough kissed you back, your lips touching and moving together.

You pulled away, panting heavily “What are you doing here?” He asked, taking in the sight of you. Home clothes, slippers on and heavy breaths…

“Did you run here?” You took several deep breaths before speaking “I’m so sorry I made you wait.” Sunghoon blinked faintly at your sudden apologies

“Why are you—“ You shook your head “Please let me finish first.”

Sunghoon nodded slowly, waiting for you to continue. “When I first met Jake, I had never experienced love, so I thought what he did was normal…” You recalled in your mind all the times he and treated you unfairly for a span of three years and shivered

“But you made me realise how love actually feels, and I want to learn all the other forms it comes with.” You looked up at his eyes “He called you names and said he’d only been your friend for pity.”

You continued “I just wanted you to know that you are not pitiful, in fact, you're the best person I’ve ever met. Please, don’t listen to him.”

Sunghoon couldn’t care less about Jake’s opinion about him. But a small smile appeared on his face at the way you seemed to be so annoyed by the fact that he had insulted him.

“You defended me?” He asked softly, and you nodded as if it was the most obvious answer “I also dumped his unworthy ass.” Sunghoon’s brows shot up in surprise and a smirk crept on his lips “That’s my girl.”

He brought his arms around your waist, pressing your body on his “I want to make it right, Sunghoon, I want to be happy and I want you.” You bit your bottom lip “If you want me too?”

Sunghoon chuckled and twirled you in the air, your giggles filling his usual lonely apartment “I’ve always wanted you, from the first day I saw you, I knew you were the one.”

His answer surprised you, “You liked me?” Sunghoon booped your nose, you looked so cute, all rebel wannabe just for your insecurities to stop you again “I think I love you.”

Your breath hitched, those words leaving his lips made you feel so warm on the inside, your heart skipping so many beats you weren’t sure it was still working “I think I love you too.” Sunghoon kissed you deeply, his tongue entering your mouth as he claimed you, finally able to call you his.

You pulled away and chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck. You tilted your head, tone flirty “So.. You’ll let me stay for the night?” Sunghoon secured your waist in his grasp “I’ll let you stay forever.”

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apuckishwit · 1 year

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When Your Boyfriend's a Reformed Mean Girl

100 percent inspired by this tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTR75sjkf/

Time seems to do wierd things for Eddie Munson.

It's something Steve has gotten used to, in the year they've been dating. Eddie is attentive and affectionate, always makes sure Steve needs are being met, always goes the extra mile to let Steve know how much he loves him, how much he cherishes their time together. In many ways, he's the best partner Steve's ever had.

Just...sometimes things like approaching deadlines and important dates seem to literally not register in his brain until it's almost too late. And not even then, sometimes.

Eddie acknowledges that it's a problem. He puts every effort into finding workarounds. There is a calendar hanging at both his (brand new, government-funded) trailer and Steve's house, hanging right by the door with color-coded schedules and a pack of Post-It notes and a cup of pens sitting on a little table below it in case something changes or comes up. Steve has a dedicated half hour every night where he's allowed to remind Eddie of things they have coming up, or ask if they've been added to the calendar and Eddie is one hundred percent not allowed to gripe about being nagged in that thirty minutes. Not that he would, because most of the time there's at least one, "Oh, shit, forgot about that." When something slips through the cracks, he apologizes promptly and sincerely if it's something that affects someone other than him and he is always trying to do better.

Steve understands. Hell, after as many concussions as he's had, details get away from him too sometimes. There's several color-coded blocks on the calendar for Steve, as well. Sometimes, Eddie just forgets things despite his best efforts.

But their anniversary? The date that Steve has been carefully planning for almost a month to celebrate their first (of hopefully, many) year together as a couple? Really?

Eddie is going to be horrified.

He is going to feel so bad, and so guilty, and he is absolutely going to go all out to make it up to Steve. Steve knows this. He knows Eddie loves him, and that Eddie was looking forward to tonight as much as he was, and that this is just an instance of Eddie's brain betraying him, and not him actively trying to hurt Steve, or be dismissive of him. Eddie is going to feel awful when he realizes that he stood Steve up on their one-year anniversary to fight imaginary dragons with the boys. Hell, the boys are probably going to feel awful when they realize they gave Eddie something else to focus on in the lead-up to his one-year anniversary.

Well. Dustin, Lucas, and Will are going to feel awful. Mike will probably think it's hilarious.

The point is, Steve knows Eddie didn't do this on purpose, and it's not that Eddie doesn't value his time with Steve enough to remember the date, and so he's merely irritated. Maybe a little exasperated. Not truly angry.

All he has to do is radio over to Wheeler's place and remind Eddie what the date is. His boyfriend will literally drop everything, will probably not even bother to pack up his precious miniatures and dice before he's tearing out of the driveway and breaking every traffic law imaginable to get to Steve's house. Steve doesn't actually want Eddie to get a ticket or anything, though. Besides.

He's feeling a little petty.

There's steaks waiting to be tossed on the grill, twice-baked potatoes in the oven, and a fucking homemade chiffon cake with fresh strawberries and whipped cream chilling in the fridge. Eddie's gift is sitting on the counter, in an elegant little gift bag tied with black ribbon.

"Hey Rob, you wanna come over for dinner?" he says into his walkie, deciding to let Fate decide if his boyfriend is listening and catches a clue.

"Do I get a piece of that cake you made?" Robin replies immediately, amusement already dancing in her voice because she's his (platonic) soulmate and she can read his mind.

"You can take the leftovers home," he says.

And then his (romantic) soulmate, who can usually read his mind, comes over the channel as well. "Have fun, babe!" Eddie says brightly. "This is probably going to run later than I thought. I'll probably just pick you up for breakfast tomorrow, okay?"

Steve rolls his eyes fondly. "Okay."

"Love you!" Eddie says, and signs off.

Robin brings a bottle of wine she stole from her parents' pantry and they demolish the dinner and half the cake. Steve does get another package of steaks out to thaw in the fridge for tomorrow, though, and blows out the fancy candles he'd lit before they burn too low to be used again. Fuck if he's making another chiffon cake, though, persnickety little thing. He calls Enzo's and orders a chocolate marble cheesecake to be picked up tomorrow.

"So you gonna milk this for a nice present or what?" Robin asks as Steve is packing the remains of the cake for her to take home, as promised.

"Nah. He's fucking perfect like 90% of the time...I'm not gonna get mad at him for the other ten." Robin smiles at him, a little gooey-eyed. Steve returns it with a smirk. "But I'm not letting him off the hook entirely."

He has just finished putting the dishes away when he hears the rumble of Eddie's van in the driveway. He glances down at his watch, laughing to himself a little when he notes that while late, it is far, far too early for a gaming session to be done. He scoops his little gift bag off the counter and saunters to the front door just in time for a frantic knocking to sound. He schools his features and opens the door.

"Steve! Stevie, baby, I am so, so sorry. I swear to God, I had tonight written down in like five different places, but Dustin wanted to try a new character class and we haven't done this campaign yet, and I got so excited...I'm so sorry I forgot, but I'm here and I SWEAR I will make it up to you!" Eddie pauses for breath, wild-eyed and panting.

Steve holds the silence for a moment, and then shakes his head, leaning forward to drop a kiss on Eddie's cheek. "You're such a nerd," he says, affection dripping from his words. He sighs. "I hope you know, now I'm expecting flowers tomorrow. And I get to pick the movies for, like, two weeks with no complaints."

Eddie almost wilts in relief. "Absolutely none," he promises, reaching out to grip Steve's hand. "I will make tomorrow night AMAZING. I promise."

Steve smiles at him, his chest aching with the love he feels for this man. But he's still feeling just a little bit petty. He holds the bag out to Eddie, tilting his head coyly. "You can still open this tonight, though."

"Babe! I thought we said no gifts." He takes the bag in his hands, plucking at the ribbon.

Steve's smile turns just a little sharper. He worked fucking hard on that cake. "It's kind of for both of us, really. It's what I was gonna wear up to bed tonight."

Eddie peeks in the box, his brow furrowing. "Stevie...there's nothing but strawberry lip gloss and a bottle of lube in here." He looks up, and freezes as his brain catches up with what his mouth just said.

Steve leans forward and kisses him, hard, long, and absolutely filthy. "Suffer," he whispers against his boyfriend's lips.

Then he shuts the door in his face.

#Steddie #Steddie fic #stranger things #Stranger things fic #steve harrington #steve x eddie #eddie munson #adhd eddie munson #My writing #I couldn't resist!

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yandere-genji · 6 months

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Hi, big fan of your work!! Could you please do Yandere Genji or Cassidy snooping through their fem s/o's internet history to make sure she's been a good girl, only to discover she's been looking at all different kinds of sex toys?

tw: yandere, abuse reader is gender neutral

💚 Genji

What sets Genji apart from other yanderes is his method of keeping his darling under control. Genji works from a distant. Sure, stalking goes without saying, but his motive runs deeper than simply watching his darling from afar. Since his time in Blackwatch, he’s worked in the shadows. Honed the ability to use himself as threat to subdue enemies. Because when you realize he’s made you a target, it’s already too late.

So he might not be by your side commanding your every move, but he’ll be there. The unsettling wind at your back, the shuffling of footsteps somewhere in the distance, the displaced objects in your home. He might confront you face to face, depends on what he has planned for you. But by technicality, you’ll have your own space.

But is it yours, really? Because you can’t relax when you have eyes on you. You’re hyper vigilant, all too aware of any vulnerability you might expose. Still, Genji doesn’t have time to keep watch on you at every second. He has business to attend to from time to time. So when you do have those moments alone, you’re quick to take advantage of them.

Unfortunately for you, Genji is always sure to check up on you when he returns from his duties. He has a few excuses for this, namely that he wants to make sure you’re doing alright, that you’re safe. It’s thinly veiled, though, when he rummages through your delicates, unlocks your laptop and searches your internet history. It was only a matter of time until he stumbled across your unsavory interests, but he can’t help the smile that creeps on his face at the victory of unveiling them.

When you come home, the atmosphere is uneasy, an eerie shroud weighing heavy at your breast. Small things had been misplaced in ways that don’t make sense. You flick the lights on in your bedroom, and you’ve seen Genji before, but never so close and in such an intimate space.

He approaches you and you’re too stunned to even move. He holds up his hand and turns over a particularly impressive toy you’d had your eyes on, though the sight of it now has you ill at ease.

“This one caught your eye?” your face burns red as he examines the toy in his hand, “You’ve indulged me this much, I thought I might return the favor.”

❤️‍🔥 Cassidy

If you’ve never had a helicopter parent, Cassidy is going to take a lot of adjusting too. He loves to baby you, always watching over your shoulder and keeping you on a tight leash. His trust is gained in drops and lost in buckets, so his vigilance all depends on your temperament. That being said, he is very generous in rewarding good behavior, the conditions of which involves varying degrees of eager submission. Just be a good baby, and you’ll have nothing to worry about.

But it’s not the worry that gets to you. It’s the constant hovering, he’s by your side whenever he can be and watching your every move. You have to be his perfect little angel or he’ll be sure to correct you, and God does he take every chance he can get. The more you gain his trust, though, the more forgiving he will be.

At first, he’ll shower you with little gifts like clothes or trinkets, he might even let you have some TV time. Then it’s trips to the park, picnic dates and even some restaurants, with the condition you never leave his side. Still, the outside exposure is dearly missed. And when he buys you a laptop, you wonder if it’s a test.

Despite his experience in a highly technical organization, Cassidy is completely oblivious to anything involving technology or computers. It was never a skill he had use for developing, his brute strength capable enough to render any other ability useless. So, he was handing the responsibility to you, trusting you wouldn’t betray him.

And you didn’t, you were really good, especially when it was new and exciting. The little things were enough to satisfy you, watching YouTube videos, listening to your own music, or simply reading the news. It’d been so long since you had internet access. As time went by, you got a little bolder, messaging some friends and playing video games. But nothing could’ve prepared you for the urge you felt when Cassidy was sent out in a mission, leaving you all to yourself.

When he was here, you had your fill of sexual attention. Honestly, you couldn’t get his hands off of you. Though it could be exhausting, it trained in you a need. Something you couldn’t quit cold turkey. And without Cassidy to satisfy that craving, you developed a terrible habit of browsing sex toys.

And what a stupid habit it was, especially when Cassidy caught you red-handed on an early return. The way his smile beamed made you want to recoil into yourself, vanish right then and there.

“Cassidy! I can explain!” your mind was already in the process of spinning some story, “There was this stupid pop-up ad, I didn’t mean to click it - actually I was clicking out of it, but the stupid track pad- Oh my gosh, I swear.”

You knew he was going to laugh, you were prepared for him to tease you, you knew it was going to happen. But the preparation wasn’t enough to shield your embarrassment.

“Naughty thing, ain’t ya?” he purred, his lips curling in a wily grin.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” you pleaded with big doe eyes you knew would melt him.

“Oh, pumpkin,” he cupped your chin and circled a thumb over your lips, “Must’ve missed me bad. Let me take care of you.”

From then on, pandora’s box was open. Cassidy loves to see you embrace your sexual side, especially when he can take advantage of it. And your new interest is another opportunity to do just that. He’ll have you put

on display while he sits back and enjoys a nice cigar and cool glass of whiskey.

#can’t come back from a long break without a cassidy piece #yandere #dark overwatch #yandere!overwatch #dark!overwatch #yandere x reader #yandere au #male yandere #cole cassidy x reader #cole cassidy #yandere cole cassidy x reader #yandere cole cassidy #genji x reader #overwatch genji #genji #genji shimada #genji shimada x reader #yandere genji x reader #yandere overwatch

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eu-nicola · 3 months

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Confused Love - Luke Castellan x Daughter of Apollo!Reader

summary: you and Luke were the envied couple at camp, everything seemed perfect until certain news made you distance yourself from him.

no warnings

i was inspired by a request from @iliketopgun

It's already very late in my country, I don't even know what I'm writing.

You and Luke, were an amazing couple. Your relationship was so beautiful that it attracted the envy of the other demigods. Many felt inferior to her beauty and connection, but Luke and you didn't let that affect, even that made them feel better.

Both knew they were special together, and sometimes both of you felt superior to others, it was something that Luke especially had imposed on your relationship. Being the daughter of Apollo since you were little gave you beauty and skills in the most beautiful arts such as poetry and music, something that some people did not like because of the attention you received, especially Luke's attention, which any girl dreamed of having.

Despite the envy that surrounded you, you and Luke focused on your own business and the camp. Neither of them cared what others thought. But over time you realized that not everything was rosy.

For a few months, the relationship had been going through a difficult time. Luke started acting strange and distant, which worried you a lot. You felt confused and hurt by his attitude, not understanding what was happening. But then, everything became clear when you discovered the truth that Luke had stolen Zeus' lightning bolt.

This revelation was a hard blow for you. You couldn't believe that the person you loved had done something so dangerous and risky. You felt betrayed and for a while you decided to distance yourself from him. When you found out that Percy Jackson had been sent on a mission to recover the lightning bolt, you were about to tell on Luke but you couldn't.

During that time apart, you found yourself struggling with your feelings for him. On the one hand, you still loved Luke and wanted to believe that he could change and speak before a war broke out. On the other hand, you couldn't ignore the fact that he had done something serious and never mind that, you would be willing to join him.

When you found out that Percy had already gotten the lightning bolt you made the decision to go back to Luke, you knew this was a difficult decision but if you didn't do it now you wouldn't be able to go back to him ever again. The first thing you did that night was make sure no one saw you to go to Luke's cabin, you knew that surely that same night he would leave before everyone knew that he had been the thief. He was happy to see you and he was even the one who asked you to go with him and you did not hesitate to accept it, you knew that they could have the life they wanted and love would be present.

That same night, taking advantage of the darkness and the prevailing silence, both of you slipped stealthily along the paths of the camp. With soft and careful steps, avoiding branches and crunchy leaves, moved determinedly towards the exit. Using yours knowledge of the camp's secret corners, both found a gap in the fence that would lead them to the outside world. This time there was no turning back, now you had chosen him.

#fanfic #oneshot #imagine #x reader #percy jackson #pjo series #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo tv series #pjo x you #pjo x reader #percy pjo #pjo tv show #pjo fanfic

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methoughtsphantom · 3 months

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DP x DC

not me thinking about imaginary scenarios of ten year old Tim Drake in the ghost zone (pariah’s castle)

where Tim thinks it’s strangely soothing that despite being the only one whose steps connect to the ground, there’s not that eerie silence that befell drake manor

strange blob creatures chitter softly and nip at his hair and swooshes and wisps of wind betray the presence of an invisible ghost

which after following he realizes it’s almost like he’s trailing after the black dark shadow that is batman again

which gives him the idea that, maybe, just this one time, he can play the part of robin

that in mind Tim makes out a game of sneaking to the side of ghosts that look like they’re brooding and if they can spot him he loses

most just grunt in response (very in character) while others fuss over him and ask questions which Tim uses to infodump

he also politely asks the ghost that always asks him how he’s doing to instead say the word “report”

(the ghost looks at him weirdly but humors him and besides the answer would be the same anyways)

Tim also(!!)

gets on the case of why the walls lack tangibility when he is the one leaning on them (he doesn’t live down the time he wanted to look cool only to fall through the wall)

hyperfixates on how gravity works in the ghost zone because he couldn’t do a skateboard trick he has pulled off many many times and he’s salty about it

tries to figure out where they are getting human food from (cause it’s hot enough to be homemade but also there’s no kitchen —so how could it be) (also he wants coffee)

finds out the dude that often gives him a side eye when he finds that Tim knows how to do something (math homework), is next in line for the throne and yet doesn’t have a single “mingle and talk people up” bone in his body. (despite it his networking is a solid 7/10)

gets a ghost horse to adopt him what

discovers pretty quickly that there are rooms to which he can’t phase through (a.k.a. he’s not allowed entry) to which he begrudgingly backs off even though that stands in his way of doing a very thorough layout™ of the place (robin would)

sulks over the lack of extreme sports in the place

(Danny takes him to the Far Frozen where they go tire sliding in the snow and where tim learns how to use a skateboard skate and also that ghost ice cream is just as good as normal ice cream)

sulks again cuz he caught a common cold

also because there’s no sun or moon poor Timmy’s already screwed sleep schedule gets more messed up to the point no one knows when or where he will fall asleep

(ghosts find him in the most unhinged of places with a signature purple cloak draped over him every. single. time.)

overall, be a menace

see-> the time he threatened to build ghost weapons he’d somehow memorized the blueprints of cause Danny wouldn’t let him visit the radium girls factory but yes the renaissance period

see-> that time he went through the whole ghost energy and how to work with it book section in the library and half an hour later had a prototype of a star wars laser beam made

(note: bribing only works for hot chocolate, not for letting him keep cool-looking guns)

just tim having the time of his life

clockwork being no help at all (the ghost loves being a cryptid)

and danny trying not to get attached while he progressively gets more concerned over this chaos child he emotionally adopted as his little brother

(to fit canon cause i want it to this would just be until Danny finds the dimension little Timmy is from, then they can safely yeet the child back to the moment he first went missing)

anyways before anyone knows it’s been three months

#tim drake #danny phantom #dp x dc au #batman #dc #dp x dc #danny fenton #like this little guy practiced with ghosts #which don’t breathe #tim comes back to gotham and can sneak up to batman better than an assassin #don’t make sound on the floor if they don’t want #and have heightened senses #you are gonna tell me that in all the bats career they never saw the little tiny child that followed them around with a camara??#whelp now you got an explanation as to why #also upon realizing Danny didn’t know anything about how to mingle Tim who has been going to galas for years self appoints himself #to teach him don’t frett #little headcannons in my own au #this in my head is fic #it’s more extensive but it was getting long #i was going through some mental hoops to find the correlation between his hobby and tim this time deciding to be robin #instead of the shadow chasing AFTER Batman #but basically it’s because this time tim had someone to make of Batman #he’s not alone #and he’s a kid #he wants to play #and now that he can play With someone of course Timmy is gonna chose his hero

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megalony · 11 months

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Hurricane Draco

This is my first Draco Malfoy imagine, I’ve been dying to write for him for weeks now. I hope everyone will like this, if anyone has any Draco requests that would be lovely.

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Summary: Draco is infactuated by his girl, (Y/n). But when someone plays a cruel trick on her and makes fun of her, he loses his temper.

Enjoy.

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The damp corridors seemed busier than usual this morning. Shoulders brushed together, books and bags collided and jostled around and robes were trodden on and pulled to one side.

With her bag strap clenched tightly in her fist, (Y/n) coiled her arms closer to her chest to make herself as small as possible. She didn't want to be colliding with anyone today and she certainly didn't want people pushing past and knocking her books out of her bag. (Y/n) couldn't afford to be late to class again.

She could feel someone bashing into her arm and nudging her off course by a few feet as the person hurried past her. A small huff bumbled past her lips before she turned to the left and found the next corridor to be thankfully less crowded.

Barely four steps down the corridor, (Y/n) abruptly stopped and a gasp escaped her lips when two hands cupped over her eyes. Slender fingers were delicately pressing against her nose and cheeks and she could feel the cool metal of a thick ring resting on her cheek near her lip. Elbows rested on her tense shoulders and a hard chest pressed up against her back, caging her in the tense arms she instantly recognised.

A bubble of adrenaline burst inside (Y/n)'s stomach and she could feel her lips betraying her and curving upwards into a grin that made her muscles relax. The breath she had been holding deep within her lungs finally released when she could feel wet lips kissing the shell of her ear. Hot breaths fanned against her earlobe and (Y/n) didn't mistake the feeling of words- possibly whispers, being spoken against her ears.

Not that it mattered, she couldn't hear them anyway.

But Draco already knew that. He knew his sweet words would be lost in her ears as if they were just there for show. Props never meant to be used. It never stopped him from whispering sweet nothings or dirty words into them just to feel how (Y/n) shivered in his arms. Despite not being able to hear what he said, she seemed to understand whatever he was saying to her. If he was saying something innocent and kind, she would smile and melt in his arms. If he whispered something sordid and dirty, he would find a blush creeping up her neck and painting her cheeks and he would feel a shiver running down her spine and tingling through his own nerves.

Tilting his head down, Draco pressed his face into the crook of (Y/n)'s neck and pressed a gentle kiss below her jugular just as her hands reached up to hold his wrists.

He let her pull his hands away from her eyes and watched her spin in his arms like a tiny dancer, a bright smile lighting up her face. It was as if they hadn't seen each other in months when in reality, he had walked her back to her common room just last night- after curfew, so they had to sneak through the corridors.

"You're running late."

Draco had been waiting in the great hall during breakfast but to his dismay, (Y/n) hadn't been there. He had scanned up and down the long table of her house but she was nowhere to be found, and he could always find his girl in a crowd. So he took a slow walk down towards herbology and hung around the last corridor to find her.

It wasn't unusual for (Y/n) to miss breakfast, the three other girls in her dorm were usually up early and forgot to wake her and sometimes, even her owl forgot. He stayed snuggled up on his perch, forgetting to move over to the bed and wake (Y/n) for the day. She was a deep sleeper which didn't mix well when she didn't have any hearing so no noises would ever wake her.

(Y/n) liked the way his lips moved. She loved watching those plump rosy lips whenever he spoke or the way he would dart his tongue out to wet them. And the left corner of his lip was always darker because of how he anxiously bit it when something irked him.

But she loved the way he would whisper in her ear like he would never dare do to anyone else or even around anyone else. Draco didn't like other people watching him being affectionate with (Y/n) and he knew what people would say. He had already got in trouble earlier in the year for starting a fight with a fifth year student who dared to ask why Draco was speaking and whispering to (Y/n) when she 'couldn't even hear him'.

That infuriated Draco more than anything else ever had because it was entirely against the point. (Y/n) could lip-read, that was her way of communicating and having a conversation so he spoke to her just like he would anyone else. He rose his voice if he was angry, he was quiet when he was bashful and he whispered when he didn't want anyone else to hear. And Draco knew (Y/n) could hear little noises, like background static in her ears and on the off chance that his gruff voice might just reach her far away ears, he wanted it to sound as inviting as possible.

"I slept in, Mogie didn't wake me," Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) pushed a stray strand of silver hair from Draco's eyes that were sparkling as brightly as ever.

"Damn bird. I guess you'll just have to sleep in my bed tonight so I can wake you up on time,"

(Y/n) could feel the heat flooding to her face and in that moment, she wished she knew what his laugh sounded like, but it didn't truly matter. Instead of a laugh, (Y/n) could see the way his eyes crinkled at the corners and the two lines that appeared at the top of his cheeks that puffed out at the sides. She could see his ruby red lips thinning out as they stretched out wide like a stream meeting the river. His pearly whites started to poke through and his tongue darted across his lower lip in a way that made her knees cave.

His expression was worth more than a thousand laughs.

"Come on love, we're late."

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Draco didn't like potions, and he let it be seen clearly on his face, damn the consequences.

He leaned his chin on the palm of his hand and tried to keep his eyes on Snape and his ears focused on what he was saying, but it wasn't working very well. Draco could ace this class, he wouldn't get the best grade, that always went to Hermione, but he came in at a close second. He didn't even have to study for this class, the same as charms, it was natural for him and that made the class boring.

The best part about this class- the part that stopped Draco from falling asleep- was the person sitting on the next aisle three rows in front, right at the front of the classroom in front of Professor Snape.

(Y/n).

She made every class better like she had put an enchantment spell on him. His eyes always managed to find their way back to her, she was his home and he could look no where else.

It made things even better that Draco sat at the back of the class near the doors. He would have liked to sit beside (Y/n) like they did in Charms, he loved the way their thighs brushed together when (Y/n)'s leg bounced up and down on the chair. He loved watching her always brushing her hair behind her ear, even if it was already in a bun or ponytail like it was a nervous habit she had. He loved how she got so engrossed in her work that the rest of the class seemed to slip away and she drifted into another world.

Sitting next to (Y/n) was brilliant when he could pinch her hip and watch her squeak and swat at his leg in retalliation. But sitting this far back, unseen in the shadows of the room meant that Draco could observe his girl in all her glory without the fear of getting caught staring.

From his seat at the back, Draco could easily see (Y/n) dropping a bottled tear into the cauldron at her side while her quill was twirled between her fingers.

When Draco leaned his head to the left, he saw the large, tea-coloured sheet of paper hovering just in front of (Y/n)'s desk and the very large feather quill so close it was almost brushing against her nose. It was the usual paper and quill each classroom had especially for (Y/n). It would hover in front of her and it would jot down what the professor was saying. It managed a total of ten lines before the words disappeared to make room for the next lot of sentences.

It was far easier for (Y/n) so she didn't have to constantly stare at each professor to see if they were talking, figure out what they were saying and also take notes at the same time. The first class she had with Snape, she unnerved him with her constant staring until he realised she was reading his lips.

Closing her eyes for a few moments, (Y/n) rubbed at her temple before she set her quill down on her notepad and leaned over to look in the cauldron at her side. Alya wasn't in class today and she usually sat next to (Y/n), leaving her alone to do this experiment today. Not that (Y/n) really minded. (Y/n) preferred to work alone, it was a lot easier and if she drifted into her own world, no one would abruptly pull her out of it.

As long as she did the work and took her notes, Snape never bothered her. He didn't ask her questions or get her up in front of the class to talk. The one time he did that (Y/n) just stood and stared for a good two minutes before he realised she wouldn't do any public speaking.

She could speak, but it wasn't fun to do in front of everyone when she had anxiety that always tightened a fist around her throat so she couldn't breathe, let alone try and speak.

With a small, placid smile on her lips, (Y/n) got up from her seat and walked down between the desks towards the back of the classroom where the many various viles and bottles were kept. Her elixier was finished now, all she needed was for Snape to check it and then she was done so the bottle of lovesick tears could go back on the shelf again.

A wave of heat rushed up her chest and flared around her neck when her eyes locked with her silver snake sat at the back of the class.

(Y/n) let her fingers dance over Draco's desk, touching his book and flipping a few pages just to tease him and see that quirky smile tug at his lips. She brushed her hand against his shoulder as she passed, giving it a squeeze before she headed to the alcove where the shelves were.

The bottle in her hand quivered against the shelf when (Y/n) jumped, feeling a hand suddenly pinch her hip, she didn't have to look to know it was Draco. And with her robe discarded on her chair, it was very easy for him to worm his finger into the waistband of her trousers and pull them back, earning a successful snap against her waist.

The shock and sensation it created made the vile slip from (Y/n)'s fingers and she looked down, expecting glass to be shattered at her feet.

But Draco caught it instantly. He wormed his hand around to press against the small of (Y/n)'s back before he pressed his lips against the side of her temple, despite the smirk that was widening his lips. It was an infactuation to make (Y/n) jump, he just couldn't help it and when he saw her blushing it made his heart jump in his chest. Just as he was about to murmur something against her skin, Snape's voice reached his ears.

"Mr Malfoy this is the classroom not the common room. Sit."

"Thanks," (Y/n) wasn't sure what Draco meant with his soft word until he shook the vile between his fingers and turned on his heels with his other hand stuffed into his pocket.

She watched him return to his seat before she followed suit, bypassing him to get to her desk.

A frown found its way onto (Y/n)'s lips when she stared at her cauldron. Instead of sitting back down, she stood in front of it and leaned over, confusion written on her face. Why was it smoking? She had followed the instructions down to the last letter like she always did and Snape had even nodded at her a few times to tell her she was doing it right. It shouldn't be smoking, bubbling maybe, but not errupting great bouts of grey, swirling misty smoke like this.

Draco had been watching her too, (Y/n) knew her boyfriend always had his eyes on her. If she had gone wrong in this class she would have had a letter slide across her desk telling her where she went wrong, Draco would never let her fall behind or get something wrong.

Maybe something tipped into her pot while she was putting her ingredient back. Draco barely sat back down in his seat next to Blaise before he found his attention stolen once again by his pretty girl, but he found his bright smirk fading into a placid line when he noticed her cauldron was smoking. What had she added to it that he didn't notice?

The noise scared everyone.

A shockwave rattled through the classroom when an awful, screeching bang sifted through the air and took them all by surprise, so much so that Draco jumped off his chair onto unsteady legs. What the hell did someone chuck in (Y/n)'s cauldron to make it explode- who the hell had done it because he hadn't seen her do anything and he watched her like a hawk all afternoon.

It was the first time Draco had heard his girlfriend scream and by God did he hate the noise. He had heard (Y/n) gasp and screech in surprise a few times and he had seen her laugh and cry and gasp for air in panic attacks, but she had never screamed before.

Something deep within Draco's chest physically burst when (Y/n) screamed and his mouth opened but nothing came out when he watched her cup her ears and go down on her knees in a mix of agony and fright.

He knew (Y/n) could hear noises, some were just like little faraway murmurs like the sound of the wind drifting on the sea. Some were just a buzzing that came and went from time to time and he sometimes liked to think she could hear something in his voice whenever he spoke to her. When they were in herbology (Y/n) often had to wear ear defenders because very loud or high pitched noises still made her ears ring just like everyone else's.

He didn't dare want to imagine what that errupting bombing sound was like for (Y/n) to hear.

A burning fire larger than the size of Hogwarts ignited to life within Draco's stomach and blazed throughout his limbs. He found himself moving before he could comprehend what he was doing. Snape was already standing on the other side of the cauldron, angrily mumbling a spell to evporate the mixture when Draco stormed down the aisle like a hurricane.

Draco felt his knees popping when he knelt down on the cold stone floor and reached out for (Y/n). It took her a moment to register it was his touch, he saw the way she was about to flinch back until she felt his familiar fingers gliding over her arms.

He didn't care who was watching, in that moment, displaying his affection for (Y/n) was more overpowering than the dreaded thought of eyes being cast upon them both. His hands were sweaty yet cold when they carefully placed over the back of (Y/n)'s trembling hands. Draco instantly knew her nails were digging into her scalp behind her ears and it made his blood ignite.

"Hey baby, it's alright."

It took some effort for him to finally prize (Y/n)'s hands away from covering her ears that were clearly ringing from the explosion.

With her hands now scrunching up his jumper, Draco's hands were free to cradle her face and his fingertips brushed against her ears like he was trying to make the pain go away. His lips pressed to her temple but it only made him feel how badly she was shaking in his arms and it made the fire pread farther until Draco was engulfed by the flames and no longer under his own control.

"Shh, I've got you."

If Draco hadn't heard one little comment that broke through the hushed murmurs and confused stutters, he might have been alright. He might have gained back some control, but alas, the comment reached his ears and it was all he needed to explode.

"As if she even heard that, she's deaf and dumb."

(Y/n) rubbed her eyes against her sleeve, begging for the ringing in her ears to stop. It was the only sound she ever heard clearly and when it came, it never seemed to cease. The explosion itself hadn't been loud to her, it had been distant but like a knife had been pushed into her eardrum.

For a few seconds when Draco's lips were smothering her temple and murmuring something against her skin, (Y/n) couldn't focus on the white noise. She was too interested in wishing she knew what he sounded like and she was sure he was whispering that everything was alright.

But then his touch was gone.

His jumper was no longer in her hands, his fingers were no longer lovingly holding her face and she couldn't feel his thumbs firmly pressing into her skin to try and ground her. His fingers weren't rubbing her earlobes, his arms weren't pressing on her shoulders and his firm chest wasn't touching hers.

(Y/n)'s eyes were desperate to find him and her arms reached out to try and regain his touch but he was moving too fast for her to comprehend. He retracted from her in less than a second and pushed off his creaky knees to spin round and face someone behind him.

She watched in shock and confusion as Draco turned so his back was to her and for a split second, she managed to take in some details of her handsome lover. The way his shoulders were so hunched and tense they looked larger than usual, and how his sleeves were pushed up near his elbows revealing veins and arteries popping up under the skin. And his hands, they were balled into fists so tight his knuckles were bruising his skin.

Then he lunged and (Y/n) jumped.

She'd never seen Draco so riled up and infuriated before, she'd seen him get snarky and rude with Harry. She'd seen him pick on other students, best other students in a way that made him a handsome rival. (Y/n) had seen every emotion wash over her boyfriend- or at least she thought she had. But she had never seen him fight someone, not like this.

Her eyes couldn't tear away from the scene, (Y/n) was glued to watch Draco grab a boy she knew as Dean. His hands fisted round the slightly shorter boy's collar and pulled him closer before he threw him backwards so fast that Dean fell into a chair before tumbling to the floor.

Draco wasted no time in pummeling his fist into Dean's face before he pulled him up by the scruff of his tie, almost strangling him in the process.

Someone tried to pull Draco away but his ears were switched off, nothing but static was getting through and his vision had tunneled down until Dean was all he could see. But (Y/n) was the only thing on his mind. She had wholey consumed him, every fibre of his being was sewn together with the thought and image of her cowering down, tears streaking her face.

He thrust his elbow back into whoever tried to pull him away before he leaned Dean back into the desk.

"What the fuck did you call her?" The words were seethed in something more than rage, more than fury and laced with his fierce love for the girl Dean just insulted.

"Both of you, enough! Fifty points from Slytherin."

Snape pulled Draco back by his shoulders and threw him a few feet to the side, watching him stumble but remain on his feet. A deep sigh left Snape's lips while he brushed the hair from his face and regained his tall composure but there was a small gleam of understanding in his eyes. Everyone in the school knew what (Y/n) meant to Draco and offending her was something no one had done until now.

"Malfoy, take miss (Y/l/n) to the infirmary then get yourself to detention. And you, clean up this mess now." He let the understanding seep into the punishment, he wasn't going to separate them just yet.

Draco looked a mess.

He realised as he stood panting wildly that he now looked a terrible state. His hair, usually slicked into curtains framing his eyes, was now stuck up at odd angles, falling around his face and drenched in beads of sweat. His jumper, usually crisp and straight was riddled with wrinkles and the collar was pulled and askew. His sleeves were loose and wrenched up his arms and his clothes were beginning to get sticky with sweat. And his tie had come mostly undone and was hanging beneath his ruffled jumper.

But he had never looked more appealing in (Y/n)'s eyes.

He realised that during the scuffle, (Y/n) had cowered back towards the desk, still knelt down on the floor. And her trembling hands had gone back to covering her ears like someone was screaming bloody murder which made him want to attack the whole class.

With laboured breaths and his hair tousled behind his ears, Draco crouched down and held his hands out towards (Y/n), running his tongue over his dry lips before he spoke.

"It's okay, come on love."

It was a relief when (Y/n) suddenly lunged into his arms and almost knocked him off balance. Her hands stayed over her ears and Draco let it be, choosing instead to wind his arms around her and stand up with his entire body curved around hers like a suit of armour. If any eyes stared at them as they walked out, they got cold glares in response and Draco's looks could certainly kill if he wanted them to.

The moment they were out the classroom and the door was closed behind them, Draco stumbled back a few paces when (Y/n) turned in his arms and almost jumped off her feet. Her arms wound around his neck so tightly his head fell down against hers and he tightened his arms around her waist to steady them both.

"Are you okay?" Even though Draco's face was buried in (Y/n)'s hair, he knew she seemed to know what he had asked without hearing him.

"Yeah... thank you." (Y/n) pulled back just enough so she could look up at her knight in shining armour, smiling into his touch when his hand cradled the side of her face.

"I love you." And when his lips merged with hers, the rest of the world faded away.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco fluff #hogwarts #harry potter #imagine

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danganronpa96 · 1 month

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How does Latte Cookie feel about the participants so far?

I’m not sure if you mean everyone who’s currently alive or the entire cast, but I’ll do the latter because we gotta give our cookie queen some attention

Walter -> She saw him as a reliable leader at first, someone who would be able to lift everyone’s spirits up with his plan. Of course, when his true intentions came to light, she felt immensely disappointed and betrayed. Still, she would’ve liked to have learned more about his time as a teacher.

Hiroshi -> As a student, Latte was impressed with his academic intelligence. She wanted to encourage him to be more social, however, despite his inward nature. She still strongly believes that Nesos is at fault for pressuring him to commit murder.

Retsuko -> She found Retsuko very cute at first by her small appearance, but did get concerned by her surprisingly unhealthy habits. Latte wishes she could’ve talked to her more, perhaps inviting her to the cafe to chat more about their lives.

Kaidou -> (oh… oh dear) Latte would never admit to bias out loud, but Kaidou did have a special place in her heart very quickly. She always saw his imaginative mind as a healthy proof of his creativity (and sort of also assumed he wanted to be a hero like some of her other cookie students). She still blames herself from time to time about not being there for him when things got tough during the 2nd motive, and misses him a lot.

Ena -> Latte always saw Ena in a similar way to her other students, although as a more special case. It was clear Ena still had a lot to learn, and yet could surprise her in terms of things she herself didn’t know about. Latte was never intimidated by Ena’s presence, but despite her confusion at some points, she never wanted to give up on them. This went for their emotions as well. It was upsetting to see them go so soon.

Yuri -> At first, Latte was sure she could read Yuri like a open book (pun intended). A quiet girl who just needed a gentle push in the right direction to expose her full potential. However, past the second trial, Latte was scratching her head at what had just happened. She still does not feel anything that Yuri said was her true beliefs, and that deep down she was still the same sweet girl that just got caught up in something horrible.

Mai -> (oh god… please have mercy on me) What can I say that wasn't already 100% obvious unless you're playing historian. Latte loved Mai a lot, and not just in that way. Her overall outlook on life, her fun ideas to build bonds, her interest in Latte's own life and interests; she really was the ideal other half. Nothing could ever hurt more than seeing those gingerMais. Still, she's trying her best to overcome the grief despite all.

Bojack -> Latte never really approved of Bojack's overall lifestyle (then again, there weren't a whole lot who did). She was just grateful he kept himself away from the students (par Natsuki, but that was more of an exception considering what he did for her). She felt some sorrow for his case, but ultimately decided not to get too involved unless for Jesse's sake.

For these guys, I’ll talk about how she sees them so far (like the ask intends, but as chapter 5 isn’t over yet, I’ll include the chapter 5 victim in the same fashion):

L -> Latte is very impressed by L's wit and skills, and although I've attempted to lightly reference this in the fic before, he reminds her a little of Espresso Cookie. She doesn't necessarily think she relies on him for trials and such too much, however she's grateful he uses his intelligence to help them all investigate further into Nesos rather than stay selfish about it. At least, that's what it looks like in her eyes.

Jesse -> Latte has seen first hand how much Jesse has been through (in terms of those he's lost so far). She does tend to look out for him from time to time (those teacher tendencies kicking in), but tries not to coddle him too much considering his age. She thinks Jesse should be a little more responsible with some habits, considering he tends to spend a lot of time with Natsuki now, but won't overstep her boundaries.

Natsuki -> It was tough seeing Natsuki go through the notions ever since her murder case. Latte is very proud of how Natsuki's dealing with things so far, even taking some of her own advice into account. She also really enjoys Natsuki's baking, and hopes she continues to bake more in the future despite what set her back (and perhaps join her for another baking session).

Saiki -> As he is Kaidou's friend, Latte has always felt sorrow for how Saiki has been dealing with things since the second case. She's happy how he's manage to come more out of his shell as of late, but wishes he could speak up more because she can tell he has a lot of potential despite his mysterious demeanor.

Brian -> Latte sees Brian as a good person who tries his best despite his clumsiness. She's very curious about his role as a witch-hunter, but ever since their small talk about it, she's only gotten more questions on why he doesn't recognise her descriptions of the witch.

Kurumada -> At first, Latte wasn't a fan of Kurumada's brutish and brash nature. However, she's now warmed up to him after seeing more of why he acts this way, especially after Mai's death. She can tell how much he works to make Hayasaka as comfortable as possible at any moment, being during a murder case or a normal day. They both share a want to help avenge Mai's will.

Hayasaka -> Latte finds Hayasaka a delight to talk to, by proxy of her connection towards Mai, but is also appreciative of what he tries to do for the group in trials and such. She notices how much he tends to look out for younger members of the group (i.e. Saiki) and wonders if he bares some secret parental tendencies deep down. She hopes he could open up more, after seeing what he said during their time at the arcade.

#love that thang. the late #if I could meet someone from the cast irl #she's somewhere on the top of that list #anyway sorry for no posts yesterday #I got lazy but I assure you I have a lot of asks to go thru lol

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coconutcordiale · 2 years

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CONGRATULATIONS ON 500 FOLLOWERS!!!

"Who did this to you?" from bingo with Rooster please I BEG.

Much love 😘

in the summer silence

pairing- rooster x pilot!reader

warnings- 18+ minors dni, allusions to smut, sub rooster, dom reader, unintentional marks, crying, orgasm denial, semi public teasing, it's probably dangerous to tease a pilot within an inch of his life minutes before he flies a multi-million dollar plane but since y'all likely don't have access to f/a-18s i'm sure it's fine, calling bradley lieutenant, established relationship but safewords not explicitly stated

length- 0.5k

an- thank you!!!!!! this is probably not what you had in mind so i'm sorry if it's not your thing :/ it got away from me real fast....i don't really understand how my brain works when it comes to these prompts.

i blame ava (@greenorangevioletgrass) cause she's right we don't talk about subby rooster enough and i had lots of thoughts about bradley grabbing his girls wrist way too tight after this fic of hers

title from mama's gun - glass animals

“Who did this to you?”

You’re so caught off guard that it takes you an extra second to catch the concern in Hangman’s tone, the wary way he’s eyeing the mark on your wrist.

“Uh,” you say, eloquent as ever. You pull the sleeve of your flight suit back down as if the damage isn’t already done.

“Baby,” Bradley’s begging now. “Please, I need to come.”

You smirk. “Don’t know if you deserve to.”

The vein throbbing in his neck and wet spot forming where his cock strains against his flight suit only inspire you to prolong his torture. You move to get off him, intent on teasing him just a little more when he grabs your wrist, pulling you back down on his lap.

“Please baby,” he whispers. You look down to see tears forming beneath his lashes. “Need you.”

Irritation flickers across your face as you meet his pleading dark eyes. You raise an eyebrow, ice cold, trying not to betray how much you love when he gets shaky and desperate like this.

“Now I know you don’t deserve to.”

The fingers encircling your wrist tighten at your words, just shy of painful, as he drops his head back to stare at the ceiling, sucking in air raggedly.

Your other hand goes to his jaw, forcing his attention back on you and leveling him with an unimpressed look.

“Touching me without permission, Lieutenant? Really? You know better than that.”

He drops your arm like he’s been burned, both hands immediately moving to white-knuckle the chair he’s perched on.

“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he whimpers. “I didn’t mean—I’ll be good I promise I—”

“No,” you answer, the word slicing sharply through thick air in the abandoned classroom. “Tried to rush me and now you have to wait until after training.”

Rooster whines, high and strained from the back of his throat, and you bite your lip to hold back a smile as tears roll down his cheeks.

“Honestly, Bradley.” You admonish, rolling your eyes even though your insides are liquifying. “Get it together, we have to be on the tarmac in ten minutes.”

You try. You swear on everything that is holy that you try not to look at Rooster. You attempt to look anywhere, literally anywhere, else.

Despite your efforts, your eyes slide to him, only to find him looking right back at you.

“Oh man,” Hangman chuckles. “Y’all are screwed.”

You just barely resist pointing a finger at him, getting in his face. “I will shove that damn toothpick in your eye if you so much as think about telling my dad.”

The blonde coughs, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

“Think about telling me what?” Mav asks from behind you. You didn’t even hear him come in, the sneaky fucker.

Your gaze shifts to Rooster again, but his eyes are still glassy, mouth red from his lips being bitten, and you’re quickly realizing he’s going to be of absolutely no help here.

You sigh. “Dammit.”

#ava don't feel like you have to read this!!! just tagged you bc i owe you credit for my sub rooster thots #rooster top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster x you #rooster imagine #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagines #rooster x reader #rooster smut #rooster drabble #bradley bradshaw x you #bradley bradshaw smut #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley rooster bradshaw x you #rooster bradshaw #rooster blurb

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it-was-written-in-the-stars · 7 months

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♡Dorian Havilliard x reader♡

♡ a song for those who weep ♡

Chapter three ○●○

Warning(s) -> mild spoilers for throne of glass and crown of midnight by SJM, a dash of angst

Word count -> 1087

A/N -> I am so terribly sorry for how long it took me to write this chapter :')

[The characters featured in this story do not belong to me]

♡♡♡

The world hated you. Of that you were certain as you hurtled down the staircase, heedless of Dorian's cry of protest. He loved her, not you. Why hadn't you noticed it? Why had you been so foolish?

Your vision was blurred by a cloak of tears as you barrelled through the corridor. You needed to get out of here. You couldn't breathe.

You had seen the way he looked at her, his gaze filled with such awe. Why had you thought it meant nothing? Why had you clung so pathetically to that infinitesimal flicker of hope? Hope was what had ruined you. It lured you in, the act resembling the attraction which pulls a moth to a blaze of fire.

You stepped over the threshold, darting into the Palace gardens. The night air kissed your skin, grazing your tear stained face with the grace of a lover. The single, delicate caress you had desperately needed. Little droplets rained down onto the luxuriant landscape. The sky wept with you, its sorrow seeping into the soil.

You stood there, watching the scene blossom around you. The trickle of rain softly colliding with the ground, the gentle sway of trees, the rustle of leaves. These sounds crashed down on you, arresting as they were, joining together in this alluring symphony.

You breathed in the crisp, cold air accented with lavender. It was there that you swore to never let love provoke a tear out of you.

You loosed a breath, pivoting on your heel and retreating back into the delicious warmth the Palace provided. Turning your back on the love which you buried deep within the grounds of the gardens.

♡♡♡

"She watched him dance with the girl carved from sunlight," you read out. "Her heart ached, a deep, painful throb which threatened to rip her apart".

You paused to catch a glimpse of Dorian who sat across from you. An odd look had befallen his face, as though he could relate with the protagonist. You also seemed to notice how the soft light of the candelabra caressed his features, accentuating the sharp curve of his jaw. Heat rose to your face at how swiftly you had betrayed yourself. Love was not written for you.

"I know that I am quite the sight but don't drool all over the pages" Dorian drawled, the corners of his lips twitching upwards.

Gods. Why was he making this so difficult!?

You scoffed, rolling your eyes before opting to return to reading and ignore how hot he wa- your face was.

"The two of them were locked in a dance of great fervor. Elation coursed through his veins, lighting up his face. He was happy," you continued, suddenly tossed back into the ballroom- the sight of Dorian and Celaena clasped in each other's arms. You shook the thought away. "And despite how badly it hurt her, Aurelia turned on her heel and left- aaand that's the end of that chapter" you say, inserting a bookmark and closing the book.

"Gods I didn't remember this book being this- upsetting" Dorian mused, that off putting gleam returning to his eyes.

"At least we already know that the ending is jubilant" you pointed out, rising to deposit the book on the nearest stand. Dorian hummed in response, a single drawn out note.

"I was- uh- meaning to ask you this earlier but- is everything alright?" He asked, blanketing you with his attention.

You turn back to face him, your eyebrows flicking upwards. "Yes- of course".

"Why did you run away- when you saw me yesterday?" He pressed, patently not satisfied with your response. Your face heated at the reminder of how poorly you had handled the situation.

"I- . . . forgot that Celaena asked me to take care of Fleetfoot- afterall he is just a pup and I- left him.. in my chambers" you internally cringed at how bad of a lie you let slip past your lips. You certainly hadn't convinced Dorian, for he looked just as perplexed.

"Y/n- I can tell that something is bothering you" Dorian said, watching you settle back down into your seat.

Your gaze met his. What beautiful a shade his eyes possessed.

You turned abruptly, clearing your throat. "I assure you that everything is absolutely perfect- ideal- now if you will excuse me I- need to go return Fleetfoot to Celaena before she-"

"Oh, there you are"

You felt your heart drop at the sound of her voice.

Low and behold, Celaena had sauntered into your little corner, the young pup curled up in her arms.

Dorian quirked a brow.

"Celaena, what a surprise- oh and you found Fleetfoot!" You chirped. The two of them exchanged a puzzled look.

The golden haired girl released a breath. "I sure did, thanks for your help". You took a mental note to thank her later as you bid your farewells and swiftly slipped out of the library.

Just yesterday you had told yourself that you would not let love steer you. Yet here you were. Making a complete fool of yourself. Again.

But how could you tell him? 'Oh sorry- you see, I actually ran away because I have been in love with you since we were children and when I saw you kissing Celaena it broke my heart and silly old me lacked the courage to do anything about it so instead I ran away from all of my problems'. Like always.

"Oh, hello Y/n," a voice from somewhere to your left rumbled. "Have you seen Celaena?".

You peered over your shoulder to find Chaol waiting expectantly for your response. His face was flushed, a bouquet of red roses clasped in his hands.

"She's just in there-.. if you don't mind me asking, who are those for?" You reply, eyeing the flowers. If only your life was blessed with such vibrancy.

Chaol followed your gaze, his eyebrows pulled together. "Oh uh these are for Celaena" he replied, slightly flustered.

You blink. Once. Twice.

"Celaena?" You echo, your head tilting to the side. "Is it her birthday?"

"No.."

"Oh... why are you- giving them to her?" You ask, confused by the occurrence. Why was he giving her flowers when her boyfriend was with her?

"We are.. together" Chaol replied, his eyebrows shooting skyward at your visible perplexion.

"But she's with... she's no longer dating Dorian?" You ask, your heart beating wildly in your chest. None of this made any sense.

"No- they broke it off a few weeks after you left" Chaol said, shuffling his feet awkwardly under your scrutiny.

"What?"

#crown of midnight #dorian havilliard #dorian havilliard x reader #throne of glass #throne of glass series #chaol x celaena #celaena sardothien #chaol westfall #top tier book boyfriend #aelin ashryver galathynius #tog #dorian #dorian x reader

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anarcoqueer1994 · 1 year

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"Steve, wait!" Eddie yells, running out of the his trailer after him. It was cold, the snow just starting to fall.

It all had been a stupid game. Everyone was over sans Erica. The younger teens were sophomores now, so they found themselves tagging along more for late night hangouts

Max and El giggled as they suggested playing truth or dare. Even through eye rolls, everyone agreed to play. The questions and dares were harmless enough...at first.

Dustin, the little shit he is, asked Steve if he had a crush on anyone in the room. Eddie watched as his cheeks tinged pink as he took a sip of his beer and mumbling "Yes."

This was met with a room full of kids trying to get him to confess. Eddie knew though. Eddie knew that Steve still liked Nancy even though she was with Robin now. He knew that had to hurt to be happy for your best friend, but being a little jealous.

He felt like that, with Steve. He wanted him to find happiness, the girl of his dreams, but Eddie also wanted Steve to want him.

Eddie quickly tried to get the attention off Steve. "Alright, alright, buttheads. Quiet down, and just move on."

Max smirks, blind now, but as much of a menace as always. "Okay Eddie, truth or dare."

"Dare, obviously." He says as if she really needed to ask.

"Hmm, I dare you to kiss Steve, on the mouth of course." She laughs, secretly picking up on something neither man has noticed.

Eddie can feel his face heating up as he nervously turns his head to Steve, who happens to be sandwiched between himself and Robin(Nancy on her lap.) Steve meets his face. Eddie whispers "Can I?"

Steve nervously nods his head. "Uh, sure, Eds." He smiles trying to let him know it's okay. He swears Eddie is blushing. Steve reminds himself silently it's just a dare, Eddie doesn't like him like that.

Eddie leans in, and Steve closes his eyes subconsciously, moving to meet Eddie, heart pounding out of his chest. Suddenly inches away from his lips, he feels Eddie freezes. He pulls away "Sorry, I can't do this."

And Steve, despite warning himself that this was a dare, that Edsie did not really feel that way, that his feelings weren't mutual because why would anyone as good and cool as Eddie, want Steve, was still crushed. He couldn't live in blissful hope that someday Eddie would love him like that. All hope was crushed.

He clears his throat. "Um, hey I need to get some air." He was trying not to break down in front of his friends, could not handle that embarrassment too.

Before anyone could say a word, he was up, heading out the door, doesn't even bother grabbing his coat.

Everyone stays quiet, not sure of what just happened. Robin goes to get up, wants to run after Steve but before she could, Eddie was out of his seat, running out the door after him. (Though pulling on his coat as he does)

He finds Steve at the edge of the woods on the outskirts of the trailer park. He was sitting under a tree, while light snow covered his hair and shoulders, as he hides his face in his knees, beer bottle lay spilled next to him. If it were in a different circumstance, the image would be beautiful, poetic, somber. But all he sees now is Steve Harrington breaking down, and knows somehow he caused it.

Eddie makes his way over, sitting on the wet snowy ground next to Steve. Steve doesn’t look up. "Hey, um, I'm sorry, Steve for whatever I did." His voice is quiet.

Steve peaks his head up, frozen tear streaks cover his red face. In a half sob he says "Dude, you didn't do anything wrong...it's me, so don't worry, okay?"

Eddie scoots closer, thier bodies ate touching. "No can do, big boy. Already worrying..." He tries to say lightly, emotion in his voice betraying him. "Can't leave Steve Harrington crying in the cold, can I?"

"I'll be back in soon, I promise....I just need some time." Steve whispers.

"Time for what, princess?" Eddie asks, knowing he shouldn't push but moments ago he thought he knew Steve was into Nancy, now he isn't sure. So he is not sure he can trust what he "knows" anymore.

"Fuck...are you really going to make me say it, Eds. " He chokes out, lifting his head completely. Somehow after Eddie's rejection. The little pet names that used to make him blush hurt more. "Look I know you aren't into me but when you looked at me before we were supposed to kiss, I got this dumb idea that maybe you wanted to. But then you couldn't even do it on a dare. And I know it's not fair of me to be mad, but it still hurts because I really like you, and I wanted you to like me. So like...."

Steve is cut off by a pair lips pressed against his. Eddie is holding both sides of his face, kissing him. Despite the cold, his lips were warm. Without thinking, Steve clings to Eddie’s shirt, kissing back, not wanting this to end.

When they pull apart they are still holding onto each other, Steve whispers "What was that for?" He watches his breath on the air between them.

"Because, in case you haven't noticed, I'm really into you and wanted to do that for a long time." Eddie admits.

"Then...why didn't you want to kiss me earlier? "Steve asks, confusion covering his face.

"Because, Stevie, I didn’t know if you really liked me and I didn't want the only kiss with the person I am in love with to be some dare...I wanted it to mean something." Eddie whispers.

Suddenly Eddie sees the biggest smile on Steve’s face, nose scrunched up, and it was about the cutest thing he has ever seen. "You're in love with me?" He sniffles, the cold getting to him.

"Yea, baby I am" He says gently, moving his hand to Steve's hair, feeling the cold snow covering the boy in front of him.

Steve leans close to Eddie, burying his head in Eddie's chest. "Good because I love you too."

Eddie wraps his arms around Steve before pulling back and standing up. He loves the drama of chivalry so before Steve can do anything, he scoops him up. "Let’s get you inside now, before you get sick." Steve just clings to him.

When they get back the trailer, thier friends had made hot chocolate. Steve changes into some of Eddie’s pajamas, his clothes being soaked from the snow. And that night when everyone leaves, Eddie invites Steve to stay the night.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #ronance if you squint #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #snow

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thegreymoon · 2 months

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Eternal Brotherhood

LMAO, so all their ridiculous posturing in the street was actually a secret code 🤣🤣

They are such idiots 🤣🤣

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Oh, so Si Yilin is the OTP with Ka Dan?

Interesting and hilarious! I can get behind that!

I like him but she bores me senseless. I've seen people hating on Ning but at least she's funny. Ka Dan has been such a cardboard cut-out so far, it's super hard to relate to her.

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LMAO, A-Xiu's ridiculous ass dressed up as the princess, didn't it 🤣🤣

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The assassin is a WOMAN??

Who do we have so far?

Baichuan and A-Xiu's boss? 🤔

I am not happy with either of these choices.

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LMAO, his constipated ass is already in love as if he had never seen a woman before in his life 🤣🤣

Sorry, Si Yilin, sucks to be you 😂😂

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Really gorgeous!

Also, Baichuan showing up at the prison is suspicious af, but also looking like a misdirection.

For now, my money is on the boss being the assassin.

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LMAOOO, Ka Dan escaped 🤣🤣

Looking forward to more of her trickery!

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When does she start using her brain, though?

Or is she going to wait for Si Yilin to rescue her after she betrayed his trust and escaped?

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She was seriously intending to slit her own throat??

And here my stupid self thought that she was conning them into giving her the knife so that she could murder them 😑😑

And of course, it was Si Yiling who had to save her, smh.

I can't stand her.

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LMAOOOOO, he's an idiot and there is no woman, but, girl, you really need to grow some standards 🙄

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Facepalming forever 🤦‍♀️

What I can't figure out yet, though, is whether he's subconsciously self-sabotaging or if he is deliberately trying to make himself as obnoxious to her as possible because he thinks nothing good can come out of her loving him.

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He's been shot by an arrow through the chest but let's worry about her spraining an ankle, smh.

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And now he has to carry her despite the arrow through his chest because she is too delicate to walk on her own two feet on anything but a perfectly level road, and is also apologising for the "disrespect" 🙄

I cannot.

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LMAO, if he's not careful, Lord Lu will mistake his nonsense for actual flirting and then he'll be in extra trouble 😅

Seriously, though.

I know that my yaoi goggles are perpetually glued on, but even the average viewer must see that all their interactions so far have been sexually charged, right? The intent might be comic relief, but the sexual innuendo is 100% there.

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I MEAN!! 🤯🤯

If this was a Western show, there would be a bajillion kinky fics on Ao3 within a day of this airing!

It's not even subtext at this point.

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LMAO, Si Yilin wishes 🤣🤣

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LMAO, what even 🤣🤣

I thought he would get Baichuan or Ning to dress up, not put on lipstick himself 🤣🤣

Anyway, for this to work, Lord Mu Qi must be really invested in the peace talks being a success. Yikes.

Also, I have to wonder if Lord Lu was to see him like this, he'd be more or less inclined to kidnap and abscond with him to the North, peace talks be damned 🤣🤣

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Mu Qi is really invested 😅

He is definitely playing along.

I'm curious if Lord Lu is behind the attempted assassination and that's why he's insisting on seeing "her" because he knows she can't possibly be there.

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I'm so glad he's not an idiot and I'm absolutely going to be shipping him with A-Xiu 😋

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ASK LORD LU!! 🤣🤣

Also, I love Lord Ge to bits 🖤

#eternal brotherhood #eb spoilers #eb ep05

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bardcore-jaskier · 1 year

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♡ My thoughts on Yennskier + headcanons ♡

(Edited post)

- What makes this whole thing so funny and exciting to me is that Yennefer used to think that Jaskier was just some annoying sing songy twit before. While Jaskier's dramatic arse used to consider Yennefer an enemy until she saved him from Rience XD XD XD

- I adored the everliving FUCK out of their scenes together in season 2! Their dynamic is so fucking good! AAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!

- Yennskier, the ship we didn't know we needed, but definitely deserved! Their chemistry is so fucking perfect and their dynamic works so well!

- Personally I think that this ship is actually, currently, THE healthiest and most wholesome one of all my Jaskier ships! At least as of season 2! (Even if Geraskier remains as my OTP)

- In Oxenfurt, when Jaskier and Yennefer got to know eachother better without Geralt's presence to distract them both, ever since they saw the real, raw and vulnerable sides of eachother and became friends, I couldn't help but notice how absolutely toothrottingly perfect they are together!

- Legit, and I kid you not! I can't picture Yennefer and Jaskier having anything other than that deep kind of connection where you know that you are loved, appreciated and adored, despite all your flaws. The kind of love where you know you're not alone, that this person is your family and will always have your back no matter what.

- Yennefer, despite being one of the most powerful sorceresses on the entire continent, treats Jaskier as an equal by the time Ciri gets possessed. (Bro, like even Geralt doesn't do that! Jaskier is his friend, sure, but I've never seen Geralt treating him as an equal.)

- Yennefer and Jaskier have a mutual respect for eachother, they trust eachother, they enjoy eachother's company. All of those things are A CRUCIAL part of having a solid foundation to build a honest, sturdy, long-lasting and happy relationship upon.

- From compatibility POV, they work together a lot better than Geralt and Yennefer did. With Jaskier, there are no djinn related consent issues, there wouldn't be any communication issues and he would probably be a positive influence on Yennefer's mental health.

- Whereas her relationship with Geralt was quite frankly chaotic, explosive, sometimes even toxic. It was built upon a shaky foundation of lust, djinn magic and exchanged favors. Like c'mon, their time together as an on-and-off couple mostly consisted of having kinky unicorn sex, trauma dumping, dealing with magical, gorey and insanely dangerous situations, then talking about said situations until they have a fight! Leaving eachother every time in the end because they can't seem to make it work long-term. They're incompatible because in canon, the only thing that finally made them stick together for good, was an orphaned girl in need of protection. It's not right, kind of like parents who are postponing their divorce until their daughter grows up :/

- Jaskier on the other hand, despite his magic-less ordinary humanity has a hilariously witty, optimistic, stupidly brave, highly empathetic, loyal and supportive personality. Yennefer would have an understanding partner who loves her, cherishes her, acceptc her for who she is without judgement nor pity. A partner who would make it his life's mission to help her see the good things this world has to offer, to make her happy because she deserves it!

- Damn it all, they both have been through enough, they both deserve a break. They actually GET eachother. I can already feel a drabble forming in my brain, set a week or so after the whole Voleth Mier shebang, Jaskier is struggling with PTSD and nightmares about Rience, Yennefer is struggling with guilt and shame because she put Ciri in danger. So while Geralt is too busy with Ciri's training to be there for Jaskier and he feels too betrayed to be in Yennefer's company, neither Yen nor Jask have anyone to turn to in Kaer Morhen, except eachother. Three months confined to a witcher keep together? Now that is a LOT of time to spend with someone you can be openly vulnerable around, bond with, heal and share joy with, unexpectedly falling in love....

- Yennefer too is an extremely good match for Jaskier, it's almost uncanny how much she completes him! Jaskier would finally have an understanding and loving partner who truly saw him when others didn't bother. And Yennefer liked what she saw, the familiar face of a simple human bard who offered kindness and compassion to strangers even if it could kill him. She saw courage, honesty, forgiveness and so much good, a collection of rare qualities she had never thought could exist within one single person all at once. After Voleth Mier, all that goodness was given to her so freely, it is still being given to her everyday, so she knows a treasure when it looks her right in the eyes with such easy warmth. She would make it her life's mission to cling onto him with everything she's got, to love and cherish him the way he deserves, to protect the only person she deems worthy of holding her heart!

- They have a lot in common too. From both having a knack for fashion, both being mischievous little shits at heart and both having high standards when it comes to personal hygiene. To also having similar tastes in both alcohol, humor, luxury and entertainment.....if Yennefer's kinky orgy party and Jaskier's reputation as the biggest slut on the continent is anything to go by.

- Speaking of sex, both of them having a high libido and exceptional skills in bed aside, they're fucking GORGEOUS people! Why wouldn't they find eachother attractive?

- Yennefer is basically a Goddess, beauty personified! She is elegant and breathtaking, everyone knows it.

- However, since a majority of the Witcher fandom usually dismisses Jaskier in favor of simping for Geralt, I can, I must and I WILL gush about how pretty Jaskier is! Cuz clearly some of them bitches be blind, Yennefer is one lucky witch!

- Jaskier is like only 1,5 inches shorter than his grouchy snowman friend. Meaning he is tall as all hell and he definitely isn't lacking in the muscle department either, that bard is jacked yo. His voice is soothing and his vocabulary is extensive enough to make the most experienced of whores blush from pillow talk. He has VERY soft looking hair and he has one of the most angelic fucking faces I've ever seen. His eyes are the clearest shade of blue and his expressions + mannerisms are absolutely adorable! Ok, I'm done gushing, onto the next point....

- Unlike Jaskier, I don't think I have a dummy thick enough of a vocabulary to express how much dopamine Yennskier fanfics give me, more specifically when their husband and wife act from Oxenfurt becomes an inside joke for them, leaving the rest of Kaer Morhen's inhabitants confused as fuck.

- Geralt getting a bit jealous? His brothers wondering when that could have happened? Ciri feeling bamboozled as well?

- It's all shits and giggles until somebody giggles and shits. It won't take long until their inside joke is no longer a joke. They already bicker like a married couple anyway XD

- I can not help but also headcanon Jaskier as not fully human. It would be sad if he up and died on his dear immortal wife. I don't necessarily picture him having chaos or other powers in this scenario, but when I do, I think that they would discover them together on accident.

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angelatsumu · 2 years

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dumb.

in which hq men dumbify their s/o.

warnings: NSFW, minors dni <3 dumbification, dom!character x sub reader, size kink (kinda), daddy mention (suna), kinda bratty reader (ushi), afab!reader.

NSFW after the cut <3

m. atsumu <3

he’s been fucking your messy cunt for what felt like hours, and all you’ve ever been able to say is ‘please ‘tsumie’ until your stupid little cunt would drool for him again, then it was ‘cu-cumming’. he’s not sure how he managed to get you to this point, but he’s more than proud of being able to last this long. with each whimper—tsumie—he feels his abdomen tighten, cock twitching inside your gummy walls at the name. you’ve only ever whimpered such a title when he’s got you like this, cheeks flushed and damp with your salty tears, pussy throbbing around him. sweat collected along your hairline and your eyes crossed from pleasure, body overheating from the overflow of ecstasy. his beautiful, bratty girl whimpering nothing but broken sentences below him has his throat closing up, feels like he can’t breathe you’re so tight around him. he’s loves when you’re cockdrunk, brain dumping all vocabulary to save room for the feeling of his cock dragging along your sweet walls. he thinks his cock’s imprinted in your silly little brain, and with another tsumie, he’s certain that’s where it’ll stay.

u.wakatoshi <3

toshi’s large in every sense of the word, yet you insist on minial prep before sinking onto his fat cock. every time he scolds you, “remember last time, dear”, and every time you swat his hand away from your clit the moment your second orgasm from his fingers washes over you. the exacerbated sighs that leave your lips when you’re determined makes him chuckle because knows this will be exactly like before. in this moment, he was correct. like before, you’d used every braincell in that cute little noggin of yours to concentrate on sheathing his fat cock inside you. by the time the base of his girthy cock met your pelvis, you’d expended all energy and your brain had been turned to mush. the act of sinking down onto his length had a weak orgasm racing through you, cunt struggling to squeeze properly around him. he grunts at the feel of your wasted orgasm, wincing at just how tight the fit was between you. you’re babbling now, begging for something despite how full you already are. to appease you, his precious girl, he snaps his hips upward and forcing a whine from your lips. he thinks that’ll silence your incessant babbling, but he’s wrong as your dazed eyes focus on his own, unintelligible begging for more falling from your lips.

s.rintaro <3

suna’s entire world halts when he hears the beginnings of an unintelligible, overstimulated babble. usually you start with a single whimpered daddy as he’s pressing your little pink vibrator against your clit for the fourth time. his eyes—once focused on the junction between the two bodies—shoot up to watch your fucked out features, glinting with amusement. he knows he’s got you, knows that his cock is like a broken record occupying all your thoughts. he drags his cock lazily in your tight walls once more, rolling the vibrator along your clit as you weakly thrash beneath him. you’re babbling for some sort of relief, but the moment he pulls away the vibe he hears the sniffly tears on the verge of returning. you’re insatiable and bratty, too dumb to truly comprehend what you need. you’re begging for more, and he’s giving you every inch of him with unrelenting strength; you’re still unsatisfied. your mind’s fuzzy, eyes squeezed shut as another orgasm shutters through you. your body’s betraying you, thrashing to escape his calculated assault on your cunt; your mouth allows nothing but the dirtiest of whines and whimpers for more. “shh, baby. no need to fret, daddy’s gonna do all the thinkin’ for you”

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commander-krios · 10 months

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For a ship you haven't written about in a while: 12. "you are all i can think about."

How about some Revanderous, yes??? It's nearly 2k of fluff, painful memories, and love. Enjoy!

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The ship was quiet.

With the majority of the crew scattered across the galaxy now that the war was over, nothing but a hollow silence echoed around them. Bastila, Carth, Jolee, Juhani… all going back to their selfless work as the saviors of the Republic, much to Jolee’s grumbling about not being a Jedi any longer. He wasn’t the only person that came out of this war no longer a Jedi though Yuehai figured she hadn’t been a Jedi during the war either.

She hadn’t been one for a long time now.

Mission and Zaalbar had stayed aboard for a time, but eventually even they moved on. Taris was gone, but Griff was still alive and Mission was determined to knock some sense into her brother. Maybe Zaalbar would help it stick this time. If it didn’t, at least the twi’lek girl had someone to keep an eye on her. She was nearing adulthood during a tumultuous time for the galaxy and Yuehai had grown fond of the tiny twi’lek. She didn’t want any harm to come to either of them.

In the end, the only ones to stay behind were Yuehai’s droids… and Canderous.

Turning on her side, she opened her eyes enough to observe him in sleep like she did many nights when she herself couldn’t find peace. He was strong, proud, rough: a leader among a broken clan that survived despite the destruction on Malachor V. “The Mandalorians endured”, he’d told her, that fire in his gaze turning his silver irises to molten metal. “We always will.”

Canderous had taken his new mantle with the same serious dedication she’d come to expect from him. He’d already united some of the scattered clans and there was talk of more joining them on Dxun.

But it was her fault that they needed to in the first place.

“Go to sleep, Revan.” Canderous rumbled, fingers carding through her hair absently, eyes still closed. The glow from the emergency lighting betrayed the small upturn of his scarred lips. “I can feel your stare.”

Yuehai smiled as well, brushing a hand over his chest before it settled against his stomach. His skin was hot beneath her touch, burning her fingertips as she toyed with wiry hair over sunburned skin. “I’ve had enough sleep.”

Opening an eye to meet her gaze, his disbelief was clear. “It’s unnatural to survive on so little sleep.”

“I’ve survived this long without it.” She countered, lips brushing a particularly nasty scar on his chest. “Besides, I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”

His only response was a grunt that never failed to pull a smile out of her, even when she felt doubt. It settled the uneasy tightness of her chest ever so briefly.

“You’re having the dreams again.”

It wasn’t a question because he didn’t have to ask. He already knew by the dark circles under her eyes, her restlessness, her desire to hide the truth from him even when he understood. Canderous never asked for more than she was willing to give. Sometimes, she wondered if he would accept it when the inevitable happened and she had to leave his side.

It was a thought she didn’t want to know the answer to.

Canderous pressed a light kiss against her hair, pulling her close against him and all anxious thoughts immediately vanished, his strength grounding her, the reality of their life together a spark of hope in the darkness. “You’re quiet. What are you thinking about?”

Yuehai didn’t like burdening him with her troubles, not when he had so many of his own. “Would you accept it if I said “you”?”

Another grunt. Typical Mandalorian.

“Fine.” She relented, resuming her perusal of his body. It helped her focus her thoughts, touch the easiest way for her to communicate her feelings without having to speak them aloud. But there were some things she couldn’t avoid. “It’s about Dxun.”

“What about it?” Canderous shifted, wide awake as he focused his attention on her. He was seriously considering her, thoughtful in his regard. “If you regret handing Mandalore’s mask over-”

“It’s not that.” Yuehai assured him, keeping her gaze focused on her hand as she splayed it across his stomach. Her skin was pale compared to his. The days he worked under the Onderonian sun had left him sunburned in the evening but by morning, his tan was slightly darker than the day before. She’d never been more attracted to him.

“You don’t have an obligation to be here. If that’s what’s bothering you.”

She beat down her flash of anger at the insinuation. However she felt about the Mandalorians, or her role in what happened to them, she would never regret the choices she’d made. It led her here, to this man, to this moment, to this life. And the fact that he would never tie her down, even when he loved her, made her respect him all the more. The consideration of leaving him alone to battle this new war cut her to her very soul.

Or whatever was left of it.

“I want to be here.” Yuehai shifted herself to a sitting position beside him, her legs tucked underneath her body. Her eyes glanced around the ship where they’d been staying for the last few months on Dxun while Canderous worked hard on building something to be proud of. The jungles of the moon were unforgiving and the only reprieve they got was when they shut the Ebon Hawk to the humidity and lay in the cool interior. “The rest of your clan doesn’t.”

Canderous grunted, sitting up against the wall behind their bunk, resting his head against folded arms. He appeared at ease, but his words broke the spell immediately. “I don’t karking care what they want. Without you, this wouldn’t be possible.”

“Without me?” Yuehai let out a bark of a laugh, flinching at the deranged sound. “I’m the reason they have to rebuild in the first place.”

“If it wasn’t you, it would’ve been Malak. Or that friend of yours. The Exile.”

“Wren.”

“The reality is that no matter who led the army, in the end, someone would’ve destroyed us. Or we would’ve destroyed the Jedi and the Republic and you’d be dead somewhere, rotting flesh and dusty bones.”

The thought was sobering to say the least.

“But we didn’t win and you aren’t dead. None of that matters now, does it? What’s done is done and no guilt or regret is going to change the past. The Mandalorians don’t want your pity.” He brushed some hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. The intimate gesture helped take the sting out of his words. “If anyone has a problem with you, they’ll answer to Mandalore’s challenge.” His hand wrapped around hers, pulling her closer so that she could rest against him once more. “You are more important than any di’kut that thinks he knows anything about honor or clan.”

She pressed her hand against his chest, meeting his gaze with a fierce determination she hadn’t felt all night. “These are your people. Your home. They matter, Canderous, even if you don’t think they deserve it.”

He sighed, his free hand cupping her chin in a strong grip. He ran a thumb over her lips briefly, eyes dipping to watch the movement. “You’re important to me, more than you know. If you need a place to set new roots down, you have one on Dxun. The rest of them be damned.”

“Canderous-”

“You told me you lost everything that meant something to you, a long time ago. The Jedi are gone. So is Taris and Dantooine. The Ebon Hawk makes for a lousy life.” His hand dropped to his lap, but his eyes blazed in the dimness. “You’ll always be welcome here.”

“In your bed?” She asked, afraid to ask the other half of that question. Yuehai didn’t want to spend a life in his bed without the rest of him. It meant little to her if his heart wasn’t in it.

“If that’s what you want.”

He spoke nothing else, waiting for her to process the implications of everything he was offering. Because if she stayed on Dxun, it would speak volumes to not only him about the depth of her feelings for him, but to the rest of the Mandalorians as well.

“What if it’s not?”

A flash of pain in his eyes, but he hid it well. “Then that’s your decision.”

She watched him in the stillness, scars covering his body, many going deeper than skin, scarring him from the inside out. There were nights when she wasn’t the only one with haunting nightmares. But he hid it better. Canderous Ordo was not a sentimental man, never had been, but Yuehai suspected this went beyond that.

“What are you asking of me, Canderous?”

Instead of answering the question, Canderous brushed his lips against her forehead, his mouth hot against her skin. “Do you remember Malachor? How fiercely the Mandalorians fought your Jedi? I thought we would win everything that day. Victory was all but certain.” His face contorted in pain, reliving the awfulness of that day no doubt. “You surprised me, even then. How brutal you were in your tactics. Victory at any cost.”

She hissed out a breath, hating how, even years later, she still balked at the violence she was capable of.

“I don’t bring up the memories to hurt you. It would’ve been an honor to die at Revan’s hands. To fight the warrior who was single handedly the downfall of my people. To lie at her feet, her blade coated in my blood, my last moments filled with the haunting spectre of destruction that Revan was. It would’ve been a good death.”

Silence descended between them, thick with painful memories. Yuehai shifted, uncomfortable in her skin, feeling an itch that she’d never be rid of. The guilt weighed heavier than ever, pressing against her until she couldn’t breath, her lungs aching for oxygen. She closed her eyes tightly, wishing to rid her mind of the haunting images that played there whether she slept or not, the destruction and death she wrought on the Mandalorians, on the Republic.

“But I…” He paused to clear his throat, the words difficult to get out even now as they lay together in their bed, the blankets wrapped around their legs and their bodies curled against each other. His grip tightened only slightly and it was enough to settle her turbulent mind. “I prefer this.”

Tucking her face into the crook of his neck, she breathed in his scent, pungent cigarra smoke and spicy tiingilar and all of the things that were him. Her lips met his skin and she lingered briefly, enjoying the strength of his embrace as he held her, the purr of contentment that left his throat as she pressed a kiss against his collarbone, tracing white scars that she still didn’t know the stories to.

Maybe one day she’d ask.

Maybe one day he’d tell her.

“During the war, you were all I thought about and I didn’t even know your face. The very thought of you was terrifying, exhilarating, tempting… Having you here, knowing who you are, who you were, it hasn’t changed anything. I still think you’re the most terrifyingly beautiful woman in the galaxy.”

A breathless laugh escaped her. “And you said you weren’t a romantic.”

He snorted this time, a step up from a grunt at least. “You’re also infuriating, smug, selfish-”

Yuehai pressed a finger to his lips, cutting off his words before they got any more creative. He raised his eyebrows at her boldness. “If you’re asking me to build a home here with you, the answer is yes, Canderous.”

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum, riduur.” Canderous whispered, pressing a kiss to her lips, hands roaming over her hair, her back only to grip her hips in a bruising grip.

“Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum, Mand’alor.”

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saint-siren · 2 years

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A World For Her Alone | The First Lives Pt. 4

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

cw (chapter specific): murder, death, reader has terrible self esteem and really needs a hug

pairing: claude x fem!reader

summary: Now we're diving head first into our second chance.

Author's note: Yeah I realized the way I've been numbering and naming these parts has been really stupid but I'm in too deep so I'm gonna call them chapters now.

This time, you were determined to do things right.

Despite your reputation, you were never a confrontational person. You spoke few words and you had been raised essentially to be rather meek. You were used to relying on others just like any other noble girl had been raised. You had servants who would sense your every need, escorts to stand by your side and protect you. In the worst of cases, you should rely on your husband or your father.

However…the last thing Claude wanted was a weak, reliant wife. Despite his love for the fragile and temporal beauty Diana, he would never allow you not to carry your own weight. He always had soft words to offer in times of struggle but in all reality, if you really needed his help he would have been displeased. That was why your first order of business was to become stronger.

Hadn’t everything happened in your past life because you were too weak? You had nothing and you lost your life because of it. Now you had another chance and you had to use it well. You had to fortify yourself, even if it were only a façade to scare away danger, that was still something substantial. In your past life you had looked soft on the outside and that was enough to decide you were perfect to take advantage of. If you didn’t appear soft now, you wouldn’t be targeted again.

You thought back on your life in jail, all of it condensed into blurred hopeful and anxious days in the beginning and so painfully slow in the end. Aware of every second that passed by with your dwindling hopes. The sight of that woman you used to be was more pathetic than anything. A wretched existence from beginning to end. That was why you were determined to take every measure possible. Even if there was gossip about you being a brutal and underhanded woman. Even if it made you a pariah.

You increased your connections, to the point where you were the most influential person of your peerage. In your first life, you had never thought to use others, you were a simple minded girl. In this life, you didn’t waste a moment. The art of manipulation and congeniality is what you had lacked previously so focused on being a perfect wife. Now you studied people like they were animals in the wild. And you could finally understand who would or tried to betray you.

While others condemned you for your cunning and ruthlessness, strangely, Claude allowed it. He probably understood now that you were driven by the purpose of any noble rather than the bitter and unsightly jealousy that had repelled him before. He understood and perhaps, appreciated your diligence.

“I can leave the manor to you without worry,” He smiled “I’m lucky to have taken you as my wife.” Even with just that amount of approval, you could bear anything.

For the sake of protecting Diana and by proxy, your own innocence, you couldn’t lack in anything. You had to become a medusa figure, someone whose power is truly to be feared. Nevermind that it wasn’t what you had ever desired for yourself. Nevermind too, that it would make you someone quite distinct from the person Diana, who Claude loved, was.

When that fateful day arrived, the one which had previously overturned your entire life, the bandits had been apprehended already. You were the one who had lent extra protection to Diana and had them caught. It was truly uncanny for them to be caught, with how discreetly they plotted. You could see it in their faces that were obviously expressing how many questions were running through their minds. You could see from their reactions that attacking Diana’s carriage was really only opportunistic. Diana hadn’t been targeted specifically but of course, the people who opposed you in your previous life had made good use of the situation too.

Even with the attack thwarted there was more to be done. An escort for Diana to stealthily lie in wait for danger and a request for her not to go out was a start but really…

Just to be very sure one day, you asked Claude to go to her. There was no one else who had such ability and care to protect her. You didn’t want to let him go to her. You didn’t want them to meet at all, let alone without you present. But Claude agreed without hesitation before you could even uselessly regret asking. At the sight of his genuine smile, your hands began to tremble. Your breathing was shallow. You didn’t exactly know why but you knew you should hide it from Claude’s eye.

What could you say? What excuse would be appropriate to wave it away?

But you needn’t have worried about it. When you looked back up at him, Claude’s eyes were looking right through you. He was far away, already with Diana. It was fine, even so. As long as he can protect her, just once, you should tolerate it. So your little sister could be safe.

And that day truly did pass uneventfully. At last, you had made it through. Diana was safe and the day had ended mundanely. In the evening, the floodgates burst and you broke down. Your life had been freed from the fate of overlapping with your previous one. The tragedy had been avoided.

You sobbed without restraint, releasing tears of relief and perhaps even thanks. You pretended not to notice that even though it was the middle of the night, your husband had not returned home. Even though he had assured you that he would be home before dark.

The part of your life you had lost was now renewed.

You believed you were out of the woods. Now, having overcome obstacles, real life could begin. Life for you would now be golden. The angels smiled on you, forgiven your sin of inaction and would now bless you with a warm and ordinary life.

Now that everything bad was behind you, you could focus on your most central role as a marchioness. You could finally have a child. Claude would surely be a good father and you, a good mother. Yes, you would devote yourself to raising your child. You would finally be united with Claude as a family and your relationship would take new form.

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#claude x reader #claude de alger obelia #wmmap claude #claude de alger x reader #wmmap x reader #wmmap fanfic #x reader

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