#I can wear men’s clothes all day and I’ll still feel like shit but the second I’m visibly injured I think I’m hot shit

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#397

“Are you Terry?  Good.  The pics you sent are a little…  outdated.  Still, you are honest when it comes to your size.  C’mere….

“You are the right size.  Five foot seven?...  Five six!  Now boy, I told you to address me as Boss.  I am not your Sir or your Master. 

“I see you followed orders with what you wore.  I know it’s a bit cool, but it’s very important that you wear a T-shirt and gym shorts that you don’t care if they are stained or torn.  See I can reach in and feel for your nipples.  I can tell you are smooth, which is good.  And I can reach into your shorts to feel no hair around your pecker.  Very good.  And your pecker…  It’s definitely a micro-penis. 

“Now your pussy…  Hairless.  Pre-lubed?  That’s a nice surprise.  And let’s see if you cleaned out.  Quit squirming.  It’s just my finger.  I don’t feel anything.  Now for the visual.  No brown streaks.  This would have ended right here if my finger found any mud.

“You get the weekend off?...  Good.  If I think you warrant more than this evening, then I’ll keep you around.

“Walk with me.  But first.  Bitch boys like you should dress like bitch boys….  I told you that your shirt could get torn, and with one yank, most of it is torn off.  Here, take the piece in my hand and throw it and what remains of your shirt in the garbage.

“It might be cold, but you look more appropriate like that.  And don’t worry about the cold, my van is up ahead.  And it’s Friday at six, the factory and loading dock workers are long gone.

“OK, we are past where this can be viewed from the street.  Hold still….  Well, those shorts came off way easier than your shirt.  They tore up much faster.  So, I guess when I’m done with you, you’ll have to find some new clothes.  If you do good—I mean really good—I’ll dump you by your house.

“Too bad some of my co-workers aren’t still working the loading dock to see a scrawny-assed pussy boy walking next to a real man.  They would have known that you were going to get used.  So many cat call whistles would have been made.  I miss those days when shit like that happened with regularity. 

“Many years ago, when I started working here, after the almost all the men have left, men and boys would come out as the dark set in.  I remember hitting the pub down the street for a few hours after getting off work along with some of my buds some of which were also waiting for the right time.  We all knew what we were up to; no one said anything. 

“I would come back here to the dark alleys and really plow some boy’s hole.  I loved it when I drew a crowd.  Sometimes a train would start, and I would just leave that boy get plowed by some other worker and go back to the pub.  Hours later after I left, I would see the same bitch boy still getting railed in the alley, only to join in and get my second or third nut.

“There was about a dozen of us guys—not all at the same time—who would frequent it as our way of blowing of the day’s stress.

“I miss those days.  The conservative police chief cracked down hard.  There’s no public anything.  So, my buds either go without or they spend their hard-earned money on motels for a five-minute fuck with a third-rate whore.

“The apps seem to make things easier, but shittier at the same time.  I’m glad you responded to me.

“Here’s my van.  I like to call it my Shaggin’ Wagon.  Blacked out windows and a curtain between the front and the cargo area, means it was made for fucking, anywhere I go.

“Come to the side door.  Look inside.  Everything you need for a good time.  Mattress, toolchest full of toys, restraints, rimseat… all the goodies.  The foam on the walls act as some soundproofing. 

“No, don’t get in yet.  Bend over first.  I need to bust my nut, and I want to stand for it.  Reach behind you and feel me.  No, no.  Don’t look.  In fact, I should do this….

“…Hold still.  Quit squirming…  That hood is not coming off for a long time.  I don’t want you to see anything.  Now grab a hold of my cock.  Hard isn’t it?  I was hard ever since I saw that clitty of yours.

“Feel it at your back door?  It’s coming in.  Open your mouth first.  This is a pair of my dirty underwear.  You are going to scream, and that should shut you up.

“Ready?  On the count of three.  One….  FUCK your pussy feels good.  Ha!  I never make it to three.  For a small boy like you, you have one deep puss.  It’s gonna go far. 

“…And you can take a power slam.  Bitch, I am loving your hole.  You are going to go far with me this weekend. 

“…My cock however is not going to last long.  It’s like silk in here and it fucking feels great.  Your puss is going to be put to the test this weekend.  I’m a multiple cummer, and you are going to be full.

“Do that again.  Clamp down.  Fuck!  I’m already close.  Boy, I’m going to flood your guts with a two-week load.  Here it cums.  Here it cums pussy boy!  Uhh, ahh, fuck, ahhhh!  Ahhhhhh.  Fuck yeah.

“Bitch.  You know how to work that hole.  I’m going to pull out.  Clamp down….

“Jesus!  I haven’t cum that fast in a long time.  I would love to say it was all your hole.  No, it’s that there are two on-lookers, I got two of my closest buds standing beside me. 

“Hey!  You guys are going to like this hole.  I haven’t tried out the boy’s mouth.  Why don’t you guys climb in, and we will be off.

“Boy, climb up.  These two men are managers on my shift.  We go way back to those after-work fuck days.  They get first crack at you.  Treat them with the utmost respect they deserve even though they are going to treat you like shit.  After they are done, I have a number of other guys lined up at another few spots.  You are going to perform for all of them as well as you did me.

“Gentlemen, while this is a new boy, the old rules still apply.  You can get as wild as you want, just no permanent or long-lasting damage, no shit, no blood.  I don’t need a bloody mess back here.

“Get your leg in bitch.  I need to close the door.  The Shaggin’ Wagon needs to move, and your pussy needs to be turned into one hell of a sloppy gaping cunt.  I’ll be up front drivin’ and chillin’ and smokin’ my cigar with the sounds of men using a cum dump bitch boy.  Let’s roll!”

[starlight-starwrites]

a real bed

arthur morgan x female reader

summary: You’re tired. Arthur’s been gone. When he leaves you to spend another night alone, he works to make it up to you and show you exactly what you deserve. wc: 3.4k warnings: TB-doesn’t-exist au, some light/non-graphic smut note: HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY @margowritesthings​​! I loved the princess treatment prompt, I hope this is full of the fluff (and smut) you were looking for! thank you to @rdrevents​​​​​ for hosting the valentine gift exchange!

“Carrots are done,” you slide the last of the vegetables into the pot and wipe your hands on your apron.

Pearson grunts, and you accept it as the most you’ll get for a thank you. “Stew is going to be light on the meat again. Where is that man of yours?”

“He’s not…my man.” You don’t look at him when you say it, heat flaring in your face at the words. You know who he refers to, but you and Arthur still felt new. It was no secret, you admit, and after years of pining it was nice to have your affections returned. But as you fill a pail of water for the girls’ washing up, craning your neck to look over the short bridge to Shady Belle, you can see Arthur’s horse is still missing. “I don’t know where he is.”

He’d left yesterday evening after a short visit and even shorter dinner. Things were rough for the gang, but you felt it was always the roughest for Arthur. He surprised you leaving so soon after returning, and when you asked if he wouldn’t stay for the night he only smiled and said you could have the bed to yourself like you would enjoy it. You kept your mouth shut. Kissed him goodbye. Watched him ride away and disappear into the trees.

Pearson calls your attention back. “He hasn’t been hunting much.”

“Arthur’s been hunting as often as he can. He always brings back something,” you snap. You rub at your raw hands, the filled pail pushing the metal handle into your skin.

“Brings back more than most,” Pearson backtracks as soon as he hears your tone. You understand his frustration - hungry people don’t treat the camp cook too kindly - but you won’t let him blame Arthur.

You take a second pail and dip it in the water barrel to fill that one too. “If you need meat, send out Bill. He’s been sitting on his ass all day.” You stare at the man currently sitting at the table sharpening a knife.

“Bill can’t hunt for shit.”

“I can hear you,” Bill looks up with a scowl that might have made you afraid once.

“Then maybe he should practice.” The look you shoot him fixes him to his seat as you storm from both of the men, pail in each hand.

You’re tired of hearing excuses for people. Tired of feeling like only a few are doing the work for everyone. Tired of how the humid heat of Lemoyne dampens your dress with sweat. Tired of wearing boots that have long outworn their use. And tired of hearing Miss Grimshaw’s grating voice from all the way across camp.

The girls seem to catch on your sour mood and don’t say a word as you drop the buckets of water and silently take the wet clothes to the line. You pin up shirts and sheets along side Mary Beth thinking about another lonely night and how you would kill for a chance to sleep in a real bed, tucked in Arthur’s arms.

It’s a nice daydream that carries you through the chore so that by the time you return to the front of the house and see Arthur hitching his horse to the post, your first reaction is elated relief. He spots you first, pace picking up as he approaches. He doesn’t make it before he’s waylaid by Pearson.

“Mr. Morgan! Good to see you. Camp provisions have been looking a little light recently, think you can restock?”

You want to throw something at him.

Arthur barely grunts before he’s ruffling through his satchel. “It ain’t much right now, but…” he pulls out a few cuts of meat. You think maybe rabbit. “Here. See if you can’t do something with this.”

“Thank you, Mr. Morgan! I’ll try and get this in the stew for tonight.”

You stand at Arthur’s side, once again impressed that no matter what, he always has something. You lift a hand to touch his arm when he speaks again.

“See that you do. I’ve got somewhere to be, so you’ll have fewer mouths to feed.”

Pearson’s already off to prepare the rest of dinner, but Arthur’s words strike your heart.

“What? You’re leaving again?”

He watches your hand draw back, your face fall. He nods. “We’re going out into Saint Denis tonight.”

You swallow, look at the ground. Of course. Work never ends. “Who’s goin’ with you?” At least you hope it’s someone you trust. Someone like Hosea, or Charles, or—

“You,” he says, like it was obvious. “We’re going out to the city.”

It’s the second shock of the night. “What? Arthur, I don’t really think I’m up for a job right now. It’s been a long day, and you’ve only just got back—”

His laugh is low, and his hands hold you by your upper arms. “It’s not for a job.” His hands move up and down your arms, comforting and pulling you closer.

“Got an errand to run and then…dinner. I got us a room.”

Your heart stutters in your chest. The dream from earlier suddenly feels possible. You grasp his forearms as he holds you. “A room? With a real bed?” He nods, eyes still smiling down at you. He looks as tired as you feel, and you take hold of his lapels. “Yeah, princess. With a real bed.” His hands slide over your back in an embrace. It eases something in you, the stress of camp, of surviving, of watching him leave. You don’t think about how your feet hurt or how rough your hands are. You think of this, being in Arthur’s arms, that reassuring feeling that no matter how bad things are, he still takes care of you.

You don’t have to think about it, you were ready to go as soon as he said the word ‘room’. You’re glued to his side as he walks you back to his horse, and you let him lift you up to the saddle. A trip to town for a night off sounds like heaven, but there is one thing you’re curious about as Arthur mounts up behind you.

“What exactly is the errand?”

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You don’t know what you were expecting. Perhaps shopping for supplies, an exchange where Arthur sold some goods. Things that you had seen before. The building looks like a green house, the front filled with gorgeous ferns and flowers. Your eyes are drawn to the ceiling fan above as Arthur ushers you in, the fading sunlight filtering in through the glass casting shadows on figures and hats and frames lining the walls. An ecstatic and slightly accented voice pulls you from your observations.

“Ah, Tacitus! I am so glad to see you. And you, my dear, you must be Mrs. Kilgore, it is an absolute delight to finally meet you!” he takes a breath to lift and kiss your hand. The man barely gives you a moment to open your mouth, already talking a mile a minute. Though Arthur had told you his name is Algernon Wasp and to expect your alias, the eccentric seems so excited he all but forgot to introduce himself.

There is a dress, and it’s a wonder you’re here, and the corset gave him such trouble to make, but he is absolutely thrilled with how it turned out, and how do you like it, but oh, you can’t really say that it’s beautiful if you haven’t tried it on, and he really needs a model to know for certain it’s finished, and yes, yes it has to be you…

In any case, being stuffed into a strange man’s corset by Arthur in the back of green house is not exactly the sort of errand you had expected.

Algernon admits that the dress was not made entirely by him, but he really is the true artist behind it. The corset itself is cream, embroidered with flowers and embellishments in a deep navy blue to match the heavy skirts. He talks from the other side of the curtain while you direct Arthur on how to properly lace the corset. Both of your voices are low, movements slow. His hands linger where they can, and too often you find yourself leaning back into him. You can feel the warmth of his palm despite the layers fabric, and when he finally ties the ends, you hold his hands where they rest on your hips.

You don’t know why you’re here, wearing this dress that is worth more money than you’ve ever owned at once, but if Arthur wanted you here for the silly friend of his who rambled about duchesses, baronesses, and contessas then you would be here, looking like you could fit right in with them.

“How goes it? Please tell me you haven’t torn anything, Tacitus.” Algernon’s voice breaks you from the moment, and Arthur’s hands slide away. You pull back the curtain, taking in the dress once again. “Oh a muse indeed! You are perfect, would you look at that. What do you think?”

“Well, I…it’s gorgeous.” You can hardly take your eyes off it. The bodice has the finest stitching you’ve ever seen, the skirt like silk beneath your fingers. “But what does this have to do with me?”

“Why, it’s yours!”

You shoot a quick glance behind you to catch Arthur’s eye, thinking that perhaps when he had said the man was cracked he wasn’t exaggerating. But Arthur never meets your eye, his own gaze fixed on the clinch of the corset around your waist.

“I’m…not sure I can afford this…”

“Nonsense! Your husband has already covered it. In fact this is my payment for the favors he’s done me. I have never worked without a model before, but when I saw you, I just couldn’t say no!”

“I don’t believe we’ve met before,” you say in confusion.

This time Arthur does meet your eye, and you can see he’s bashful.

“Of course not, my dear! I mean the pictures.”

“Pictures?”

“No, no. You’re right. Pictures hardly do them justice. The drawings, illustrations of pure emotion. I’ve never thought of sketch work to be so…moving. But these! Your husband is quite the artist!”

“Oh, I know,” and you think of what sketches he has of you in that journal of his that he would show this man. In hopes that he would make something for you. Something so fine you fear you may never have an opportunity to wear it again. Algernon is back to rambling about art, but you only hold Arthur’s stare in the mirror.

“Oh, but I know how busy you both must be! Please, don’t let me keep you again. I am no longer sorry to see the garment go when I see just how exquisite you look. Enjoy your evening! As always, it was a pleasure!”

And you find yourselves back outside, slightly stunned on the doorstep.

“Well. I believe I promised you dinner.” Arthur offers you his arm, and you easily lace your own through his.

“I believe you promised me more than dinner. Though I have to say I did not expect the new dress,” you quip. You tug on him a bit as you walk your way to the saloon where Arthur reserved your room and speak sincerely. “Thank you, darling. You didn’t…have to go to such trouble for me.”

“I know trouble. Trust me, this ain’t it.” He drops the teasing for a moment to look at you, and answer just as sincerely. “You look beautiful.” You feel warm, and not from the Saint Denis weather. “Besides, you’re not the only one who’s going to play dress-up.”

You let out a sound of delight. “You still have the suit Josiah picked out?”

“Oh, sure,” Arthur sounds none too pleased, “I still have it.”

“Arthur Morgan,” you sigh, “you really know how to treat a lady.”

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On your way in to return to your room, you barely had a moment to look around and appreciate the finer details. Now, you lean into Arthur’s side as he speaks to the bartender and take in the establishment. The Bastille Saloon is still a saloon, but the patrons are dressed as finely as you are now, the furniture made of quality. You don’t see broken glass on the floor or scuffs made from idle knives and rowdy brawls. The tables have tablecloths. The piano is a grand one. The couple next to you are speaking French.

“And whatever the lady wants.”

You blink in attention, and turn to face the gentleman behind the bar. He’s wearing a tie. “Oh…I’ll just have whatever you’re having,” you say to Arthur.

You like the way his lips curve into a smile; it’s a crooked thing, and you may have once thought it teasing, but now you notice he’s fond by the crinkle of his eyes, he’s pleased by the way he leans toward you. Your arms hold tighter to the crook of his elbow, shocked at how just a hot bath and fancy clothing can change both your demeanors entirely.

Tonight you really were a distinguished lady, on the arm of the man you love. You never doubted Arthur to be a gentleman, but you still giggle when he pulls out the chair for you. He takes the seat next you, not across, and you scooch closer.

“Are you sure there isn’t some job?” you lean in to ask with a smile. You wouldn’t mind it if there was, so taken up with the dress, with the restaurant, with Arthur.

“No, darlin’, there’s no job.” He takes your subtle accusation in stride, leaning in and setting a gentle hand on your knee. “Why? You want there to be one?”

“No. Just don’t get why you’re doing this, is all.” You don’t want to sound ungrateful. Or suspicious. Your hand covers his under the table, aware of the impropriety, but too happy to care.

His eyes soften and fingers curl around yours. “Because you deserve it. Because you…deserve better.” The words are unspoken, but you know what he’s saying. He believes you deserve better than living with outlaws, than a campsite that moves every few weeks, than an old rickety cot and Pearson’s stew. He believes you deserve better than him.

You shake your head slowly, not looking away from his eyes. “You know what I want.” It’s a whisper, a spoken promise that you feel the same. No, you don’t want to live in a camp of outlaws for the rest of your life. But you’re sticking with him until the both of you can get out. Find what you want. A real bed. A home. A life.

Arthur looks like he’s about to respond when two plates are set down before you, and you gasp. He ordered prime rib with healthy helping of some of the best looking potatoes you’ve ever seen. You don’t think a meal has ever smelled so good in your life.

“Christ alive.”

Arthur laughs at your shocked reaction.

“What? I don’t think I’ve seen a steak this big.”

“You help prepare food with Pearson all the time,” his voice is a drawl, amused and pleased you’re impressed, and he doesn’t hesitate to start cutting into his meal.

“Not like this.” You know you’re staring, but you don’t even know where to start. “Arthur…if you just wanted to get me in bed, you know you don’t have to do all this.” Your words are crass, but you try to keep it to a hush. His treatment of you this afternoon has got you thinking of one thing, and quite frankly, you are very much looking forward to getting him back upstairs.

The way he chokes on his first bite is worth it. “Now I ain’t uhh…You know, well, um.” He gives up to plead with you. “Princess.”

You laugh at his stammering, put your hand on his knee. “Don’t you start. Because you did promise me dinner, and I intend on absolutely polishing off everything, and I expect you to do the same. And then, and only then, am I going to drag you upstairs and make very good use of that bed. No matter how many princesses, sweethearts, or darlings you use.”

And maybe the two of you are sitting too close that you keep bumping elbows, and no matter how finely you dress you still don’t quite fit in with the upper class, but you’ve never shared a finer meal someone.

And you’ve never seen Arthur eat so fast.

.

When Arthur took you to the room upon arrival in Saint Denis, the first thing you did was flop to the bed. It was large and well made with thick blankets and would fit two people comfortably.

Now that you finished dinner and are retiring for the night, you don’t even make it there. Your back is pressed to the closed door, Arthur’s mouth covering yours before pressing hot kisses down your neck, across your chest, and over the tops of your breasts pushed up by the corset. You tug mercilessly at the suit jacket he wears, only feeling slightly bad before he lets it drop to the floor.

You can feel the grip of his large hands through the material of the dress - one holding tight to the thigh you hiked to his side, the other roaming over your body before finding its place to cradle your head. Directing your mouth to his then away so he can place more kisses under your jaw. With every certain touch, with every meaningful place of his lips, your heart swells. He whispers every name he’s given you between each kiss, and you find yourself sighing out his, unable to say the words to ask for what you really want.

He has treated you so well all day, and you knew, you knew you would end up here at the end of it, in his arms and in his heart. You were ready to do whatever he wanted. Instead he takes hold of you and gives you everything you want without you having to say a word.

His hands find their way under your skirt, fingertips trailing sparks over your new stockings and to where the corset ends. Every single thing today has been a gift from him, and this here too is another. You can’t keep up, but you’ll let him take, you’ll let him give, you’ll let him have it all.

His bare chest is hot under you palms, your own breasts pulled from the confines of the corset just as you make it to the bed. It’s where you wanted to be all day, and it lives up to every hopeful wish. Arthur handles you, moves you were he wants, and even still it feels like he serves you.

His kisses are like the warm glow of a fire—you chase the feeling, chase his lips, and he gives into every whine from you. You reward him with your moans. He travels the map of your body and disappears under your skirts. His hands and mouth never part from you, and you scramble to take hold of yourself, take hold of him, take hold of the sheets beneath you.

Neither of you say it often, but you both know. Tonight, I love you is said with every touch of his skin to yours. I love you with every kiss. I love you as he wraps you around him. I love you as your hands come to cradle his head.

You pant heavily, still partially confined in your clothing, and as soon as Arthur’s lips return to yours, the frantic grabbing for one another’s affection subsides. He’s steady and reassuring, both of you content to sink into each other until you can’t be any closer. Your kisses turn slow and sultry. His shoulders shudder in your embrace, his hips solid between your legs.

It’s you and him and this bed and the way he calls you mine. It’s rare these moments you get with him, and you soak it up, relish in the way he lets himself love you. In return, you let yourself dream of the future in which you and Arthur share a life, a home, and a real bed.

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[berylcups]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Risotto x Reader

CW: Bodily injury, blood, vomit, Poisoning,dubious consent, Cucking(?)

Edit: Edited the title because it was too vague and generic sounding. 😖 Everything else is the same!

Features: technically it’s a Zeppeli!Reader fic but it’s only mentioned like once. Not a main feature of the fic so you can ignore that minor detail for your self inserts and OCs 🥰

⚠️ Here’s my biggest fic yet! And it’s gruesome it’s nasty and it’s bad. Please HEED the CONTENT WARNINGS!!! To skip the barf scene it’s separated by ///////s. NSFW MINORS DNI ⚠️

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I hope y’all enjoy it. Writing smut was very fun but challenging! Well let’s gooooooo-

Having a devastating stand isn’t always what it’s cut out to be. Y/N had a very powerful stand but whenever they overexerted themselves they would get very sick and weak for a few days. Their power was radiation. Y/N has a high tolerance for radiation, for up to 3 times the lethal dosage, but they start feeling the illness from the 2 times mark. Y/N is used to this, this is a burden they must bear in order to serve the boss, and to protect Trish, the daughter of the boss.

Fighting off the La Squadra with the rest of the gang is wearing down Y/N. But Y/N has the Zeppeli blood inside them and knows it’s their duty to fight and protect till their very last breath. Y/N is determined to stay strong for Bucciarati and the others even when they are literally staring down their executioner at this very moment.

“Don’t assume I’m afraid to die. I’m willing to take you down with me.” Y/N glared up at their captor. They were intimidated by his black sclera and blood red irises but they weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of showing any fear.

“ Nice try. I know you can’t right now. Your body is still mending and you’re too weak to even try.” Risotto calmly answered.

“Now I’m going to ask you once before I decide to torture the answers out of you … where are you and bucciarati hiding the boss’s daughter?” He gave a fair warning before interrogating them.

“Eat shit. I’ll never tell you! Just go ahead and kill me because you’re just wasting your time!”

Y/N tried to move their arm to try and punch him but they couldn’t budge a damn inch. A clinking noise echoed in the basement reminding them how dire their situation was. Y/N was being held up by their wrists with metal cuffs. They couldn’t really tell at first because their whole body was sore and still groggy. Looking down their clothing was gone too except for their underwear. This just made them feel more small and exposed. Y/N wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of their embarrassment, they were going to stay strong. This wasn’t the first time they were nude in front of a stranger.

He chuckled quietly. “You’re just asking for it. Stay stubborn for all I care. I got all the time in the world.”

Y/N felt a sharp pain in their left breast and then something lukewarm started dripping down their chest. Y/N looked down in horror and saw a bloody sewing needle sticking out their breast. They wanted to wince but fought it back.

“I told you I would only give you one warning. I’m starting off easy on you since you’re AFAB but that’s not going to stop me from doing worse things to you.” He warned again.

“You’ll have to try harder than that. I’m used to being in pain.” They said shuddering.

“Really now? What should I do then… you used to be a cheap whore before Bucciarati took you off the streets. Maybe I should get my men in here and thoroughly use you. Or are you used to being a cumdump too?” He chuckled sadistically.

This struck a chord in them. Y/N is usually calm and confident but bringing up their past is just a huge kick to the gut. They don’t like their pride being shit on.

“Fuck you!” Y/N spat and used their free legs to try to kick him in the crotch.

He quickly caught their leg before they could make contact and then they felt an unbearable sharp white hot pain coming from their Achilles heel.

“Augh! No! Oh God!” They screamed in agony. They trembled and held back themselves from vomiting from the pain and peeked down at their right foot. There was a massive razor blade sliced open their Achilles heel. Their tendon was completely severed. Blood started to pool on the concrete floor making sickening dripping noises.

“The left one will be next…” he growled. “Now tell me, where’s the damn girl?”

“I said I will never tell you. Augh… She’s just a child. She didn’t ask to be the Boss’s daughter! If you want to find out the boss’s identity then be my guest. But I won't go against bucciaratis orders!” They defied him once more.

They could feel the same horrific pain coming from the left heel this time and they viscerally screamed at the top of their lungs. With both heels severed there’s no way for them to walk.

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The pain and the gruesome imagery was too much, they felt the intense wave of nausea hit and threw their head to the side and heaved. Feeling the burn from the bile of an empty stomach and the taste of blood from the radiation sickness still lingering, made them shudder and moan. Tears pricked their eyes from the horrible wave of events.

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Risotto was unbothered by the display of disgust. “Weak stomach huh? Poor thing. I’d bet you’d like some water to get that taste out of your mouth.” He low key teased.

“Yeah… I would like some water. But I know you are not a very accommodating host.” Y/N said while spitting in hopes of getting more of the taste out.

“You’re really loyal to bucciarati aren’t you? So much you’re willing to go through physical torture and still stand strong… hmm. I could just kill you since you’re refusing to cooperate but...” He said looking at Y/N very intently. He looked like a predator staring down its meal.

“I think I have a contingency plan in place. I’m going to use you as bait. Bucciarati is real soft on you isn’t he? Don’t act like you two aren’t intimate. I’m going to have him get you in exchange for the boss’s daughter.” He said smugly.

“He won’t do it! I won’t allow it! We are sworn to the boss’s orders to protect her!” Y/Ns cool was starting to crack a little. Bucciarati did love Y/N very much, but enough to screw the boss’s orders? No, of course not! Y/N had to put faith into Bucciarati and the rest of the guys that they will get them out of this situation.

“Oh we’ll see.”he chuckled darkly as he walked away for a minute messing with some kind of tripod camera. He had it aimed at a dirty old mattress. Y/Ns heart sunk into their stomach. They knew exactly what Risotto was up to.

“No… you can’t do that! Anything but that!” Y/N started to panic. They tried budging their restraints on their wrists out of desperation but it was just a waste of energy.

“It’s either me or all of my men at once. If you’re able to get knocked up you aren’t gonna know who the father is, and be humiliated by having several men’s cum all over you.” He warned giving Y/N their only 2 options. “So which option do you prefer?”

“I choose… you…” they said dejectedly.

“That’s my good Y/N.” He smirked. He walks up in front of them and frees them from the wall. Their aching wrists finally feel some relief.

“You said you were still thirsty right?” He asked.

“Uh yes I am…” as soon as they said that he picks them up and kissed them deeply.

“?!” Y/N gasps into the kiss out of shock and he takes that opportunity to shove his tongue into their mouth. Y/N didn’t fight back, they had to play along with him in front of the camera so bucciarati knows that they are in trouble.

Y/N licked back and sucked on his tongue. He groaned into the kiss and grinded his hips into theirs where they could feel him getting hard. He pulled back and dove back in and nibbled on their lips, hard enough to feel a little pain but not enough to break skin. Y/N did it back and then went to sloppy open mouth kisses with their tongues fighting their own battle. When they pulled back panting for air a string of saliva was connecting their lips.

He sat them on the mattress in front of him.

“Now show me how you keep bucciarati wrapped around your finger.” He said as spread his legs apart and undid his buckle and zipper.

Y/N is no stranger to servicing men or women. But the circumstances here made them a bit pink in the cheeks. This is the first time that they are going to be sucking the cock of their captor...and being filmed for it too as a ransom note.

“Please forgive me Bruno…” Y/N thought as they pulled the leader of La Squadras cock out. It was just as intimidating as the man himself. 9 and half inches uncut, very veiny, very girthy.

Y/N takes the twitching cock into their hand. It’s so massive that their tiny hand can’t fit all the way around it. Y/N gulps and musters the courage to open their plush lips apart and slowly put the tip in their mouth .

Their lips stretch apart as they have the whole tip in their hot mouth. Y/N sucks and laps at the head with their tongue, and they go deep down the shaft. They get a slow rhythm going bobbing their head up and down as slobber begins to pool from their mouth and over the cock.

“Fuck… Bucciarati is a very lucky man. You have to have done this very often. You’re very skilled.” He groaned, rubbing the back of their head. He was enjoying watching them struggle to take him in their mouth.

Y/N was getting a bit more comfortable so they ventured deeper, allowing more of his cock into their mouth and picking up some speed. They used their free hand gently to massage his balls . He threw his head back in response and let out a guttural moan.

He was in pure bliss, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore and grabbed their head and just started to buck up into their mouth. Y/N was getting their face fucked, they were gagging hard but tried to remain in control. The other girls who show them the ropes of prostitution said with oral alway remember to breathe through your nose and you’ll be okay, so they breathed through their nose as their face was getting fucked. They weren’t getting a lot of air but breathing through the nose helped with the gagging. Tears were flowing down their face and drool was dribbling down their chin as their face was being brutally fucked. Their face being buried in his pubic mound as fucked them hard made it more difficult to get air. Y/Ns vision was starting to get fuzzy.

“Y/N get ready I’m going to cum.” He panted.

Thank god.

Y/N was ready to receive his load. He quickly pulled out their mouth and came thick ropes onto their face and in their mouth. Some of it dribbled off their chin and onto their breasts.

“Swallow what I gave you.” He demanded.

Y/N showed the cum that splashed into their mouth and swallowed it. They opened their mouth and stuck their tongue out to show that they swallowed it all.

“Perfect . That’s my good Y/N.” He purred.

There was no way for Y/N to get on all fours due to the injuries he inflicted and he wanted to see their facial features as he splits them open. He shoves them down onto their back and they let out a weak oof.

They laid like a ragdoll on the makeshift bed as he looked down at their delicate body. He couldn’t believe that a weak person like them could cause such severe damage to a man triple their size.

They stared at the ceiling in a daze panting as they combed their fingers through their hair. Strands of hair came out between their fingers reminding Y/N that they still have radiation poisoning, as if the body aches and nausea wasn’t enough. Oh well… their hair grows back rapidly once the radiation fades.

He got on all four on top of Y/N, caging them in. He took one of his thick fingers and hooked it under the waistband of their underwear and pulled them down.

“These look good on you but they’re in my way.” He growled pulling them off completely bringing a shockwave of pain up their legs as it brushed up against their cut open heels.

“Shit…”they sharply inhaled trying to hold back the tears.

“Relax, I’m going to make you cry in another way real soon.” He grabbed their thighs and exposed their cunt to him. He stared them down and took one long lick from their perineum all the way up to their clit.

“!!!” Y/Ns body tensed up from the sudden warmth between their legs.

“You like that don’t you Y/N?” He purred and took another lick.

“Shit~”they shuddered in pleasure.

He bit hard on her right inner thigh leaving teeth marks. “Answer the question Y/N. Do you like it when I lick your slutty cunt?”

“Ow~!ok! Yes! I love it!” They shrieked feeling a jolt of adrenaline from the bite.

“Good Y/N… good things come to those who obey their capo.” He resumed lapping at their pussy. Oh man, he really was going to use this recording to get under bucciaratis skin isn’t he? He’s using all the tools at his disposal to disrespect Bucciarati, but also make him feel like he’s failed as a leader and as a partner.

“Right Y/N?”

“Hnngg… yes capo…” they moaned out. They knew they were betraying him and it breaks their heart, but they had to play along to survive and have faith that Bucciarati is going not only protect Trish but save them both.

“That’s right. I'M your capo.” He let out a sadistic snicker. He spread their lips and stuck a single finger inside their wet cunt. The intrusion felt pleasant, his finger was pretty thick. Very fitting for the hands of a man who murders for a living.

“Ah~” they whined, feeling the short lived pleasure. He stuck it in but he wasn’t moving. They looked up at him with confusion and concern in their puppy dog eyes.

“Beg for it and your capo will finger you good.” He smirked.

Begging? No way, Y/N has dignity! Y/N doesn’t beg for the enemy! But… the temptation is strong. Whether they like it or not, Risotto Nero is a very attractive man. And he already revved them up by eating them out, their cunt is drooling with want. Beg they must.

“Please capo! Please finger me!” They cried.

“Hmm… I don’t know. You don’t sound like you really want it.” He pondered while having a 2nd finger tease at the entrance.

“Please capo! I’ll be your whore! Your personal cumdump!” Tears ran down their face in frustration.

“Now we’re getting somewhere…go on. You almost convinced me.” He teased them further.

“Capo~! I’ll leave Bucciarati! You can keep me as collateral and do whatever you please with me!” They sobbed.

“That’s what I like to hear~ good Y/N. You finally know your place.” he praised them and shoved the 2nd finger in and started thrusting his fingers in and out of their weeping cunt.

“Oh ~ oh fuck~ Capo~” they mewled.

He laughed watching them weep in ecstasy.

“Does Bucciarati make you feel this good?” He asked thrusting and curling his fingers up to brush up against that soft sweet spot.

“…No… he doesn’t “ they cried. They felt a deep sense of guilt saying that, they knew Bucciarati knew it wasn’t true but even lying about it breaks their hea—

They felt a warm mouth on their clit and felt his tongue lapping at it like a thirsty animal.

“?!” The gasped so hard it hurt feeling him sucking and licking hard on their clit while furiously fingering them in tandem.

“Oh fuck! Capo~ “ they mewled. Their back arched and they grabbed on to his head to keep it in place. It was difficult to do so with his annoying hat in the way so he let them toss it off and grab him by the hair. Having his hair pulled on made him moan in their cunt and finger them faster in response.

“Capo~I’m gonna cum!” They sobbed with tears and drool just dripping down their face.

“Cum for your capo, Y/N.” He ordered.

“Augh! Capo! I’m cumming!” They shrieked.

The knot in their stomach was about to snap. The heat in them was intensifying. Their legs were shaking , and an orgasm came full force. They squirted all over his hand.

He pulled his soaked fingers out and gave them a taste.

“You look as good as you taste~ I can’t wait to wreak you.” He snickered as he took his pants completely off and started lining up his monstrous cock with their thoroughly wet pussy.

“Wait! I don’t think it’s going to fit! It will stretch me to my absolute limit!” Y/N panicked.

“ I made sure you were nice and wet. Besides, I wanna ruin you for Bucciarati. You’ll never want any man’s cock except mine ever again. I’m going to make your cunt a gaping mess.” He chuckled sadistically.

Y/N gulped in fear and prayed the stretch wouldn’t be agonizing. They have already been through so much pain the past 48 hours. He slowly breached his way in. It stung, he took up so much space. His tip is already kissing their cervix and their at least 2-3 inches left that still isn’t in yet. He forces it all the way in and Y/N groans in pain.

“You’re too big… this isn’t going to work.” They choked out.

“It’s either this or I go for your asshole. It’s up to you.” He warned.

There’s no way that cock is going anywhere near their ass. They knew with a cock that big they would end up disemboweled.

He gave them a brief minute and then he started to thrust.

“For an ex prostitute you’re really tight…” he panted

Y/N clenched their jaw and closed their eyes out of pain. Is this similar to giving birth? There’s something so huge inside you and it feels like it’s ripping you in half.

“Look at me.” He ordered.

They looked back up at him and stared into his blackened red eyes.

“I want you to see me ruin you. Look down at your stomach.” He instructed.

Y/N looked down at their painfully full stomach…there was a bulge there, his cock is so intrusive it’s bulging out of their stomach.

This seemed to turn the sadist on and he started to thrust harder. He loved how snug they were inside. It made him want to bury his cock even deeper into their cunt. Tears were rolling down their cheeks, for all the crying they did their cheeks were probably permanently stained by now.

Faintly the painful sting was starting to fade. Y/Ns body was slowly starting to relax; they could feel the heat growing in their stomach again.

“Starting to feel good?” He asked.

He smirked and picked up the pace. He nearly pulled all the way out and grabbed them by the thighs to hold them up. Then he thrusted back in hard, burying his cock as far it will go with the head penetrating the cervix.

“?!” Y/N gasp as they had the wind knocked out of them. They didn’t know how to register the feeling to be either pain or pleasure or both. Having the cervix breached was a foreign sensation to them.

The only noises that could be heard were the wet slapping sounds of flesh, the noisy mattress, panting, and the cries of ecstasy.

He completely brutalized her cunt, thrusting as hard as ever getting lost in the tightness and how slippery and wet it was coating his cock.

“Fuck, you look good taking me like this. I should have done this to you from the start!” He groaned.

“Ah~ Capo! You’re making me feel so full! I love it ~” they cried.

“Call me by my name.” He demanded. “ I wanna hear you say it.” He hooked his arms under their legs pushed them back .

“Risotto ~! Please fuck me harder~” Y/N mewled ignoring the pain in their heels.

Hearing his name like that lit a match under his ass, he immediately started to thrust harder and deeper like he wanted to break them. Seeing their lewd face with the tears and drool dribbling down their chin he put his head between theirs and their neck and sucked hard on it leaving his mark everywhere. They cried out and turned their head, exposing more of their neck. He kissed and licked down to the wounded breast and licked the trail of dried blood. He got their nipple in his mouth and sucked it hard enough to leave a hickey there as well. He wanted his enemy to know that he’s marked up all his precious partner.

“ Oh~ fuck Risotto ~ you are going to make me lose my mind!” They moaned.

He dove back down and kissed them deeply. He tasted of blood but Y/N didn’t care. Their tongues were fighting for dominance again while he was grinding his hips into theirs. They were timing his thrusts with their own. They were lost in the pleasure, they completely forgot that they were being held captive by this man. They were supposed to be fighting to the death but instead they are passionately fucking. The way he’s looking down at them, it almost looks to be a look of pure affection? No… Y/N is just delirious from all they've been through recently.

The familiar feeling was coming back. The knot in their stomach was coming loose.

“Risotto ~ I think I’m gonna cum!” Y/N howled, they were saying his name over and over again like it was a prayer.

“Me too. Cum with me!” He grunted. “Y/N! Fuck!”

They could feel themselves getting fuller from the cum being shot inside them. This set off their own orgasm as they clenched around his cock and squirted one last time. He let go of her legs, leaned in and gave one last deep kiss. Y/N was so exhausted, the last thing they remember was Risotto messing with the tripod before they passed out.

“This should send a strong message to him.”

————

Everyone has been on edge since Y/N went missing. Y/N was like another nurturing parent to the group. They were always stopping fights, or cooking food for them, helping them with hair, or just listening to their problems. Everyone felt an empty hole in their hearts without them.

Bucciaratis normally sun kissed tan skin had become as white as a sheet. His stomach was in his throat and his heartbeat was pounding in his head.

“This is so much worse than I thought.” He muttered while watching the ransom tape.

Give them Trish or leave Y/N to suffer? He had to think of a way to keep them both safe. He came out of his office his serious look on his face but looked like he just was haunted.

“Everyone listen up. We have a serious problem. We know where Y/N is and it’s not good.” He announced.

Everyone now more concerned than ever, never seen Bucciarati this upset. They knew they had a shit show on their hands and it was going to be so much more complicated than just protecting Trish.

#jjba #la squadra #jjba part 5 #jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #jjba risotto #jojo risotto #risotto nero #bucci gang x reader #risotto x reader #jjba risotto x reader #jojo risotto x reader #minors dni #beryls one shots #emeto tw

[moonlit-void-to-the-far-unknown]

Logan Roy would 1000% send his children to be institutionalised if they were more blatant about there mental illnesses.

Like all of the Roy family has sever mental illnesses let’s be real here how can they not growing up like they did.

But I see so many ‘being the youngest Roy sibling’ HC and I keep thinking about being the youngest Roy sibling and showing sever signs of bi polar or depression or schizophrenia *hey hey I have bi polar, depression and had schizoaffective disorder so I can say that shit ain’t fun* so here some Hc? Brain dribble about that.

So it’s under readmore and yeah also I am

Someone who has been in a psych ward many times *dont ask* so I feel qualified to make this.

Like they show signs of it being sever, sever and like they get dealt with, when there like a kid and Logan just punishes them like they are having tantrums. But by like maybe early to mid 20s it becomes very clear when they try to off themselves.

That’s when Logan says ‘fine we’ll deal with this the old fashion way’ and let’s just say the siblings are ya know sitting with the youngest Roy at Logan’s house when the men in white jackets come and basically yank them up and the whole time the others are screaming like ‘the fuck is going on?!’ And the youngest is just screaming for them to let them go and maybe even tries to grab onto Kendall or Roman or shiv while being dragged out.

After logan explains, your just going to a hospital that can better treat you, and help you deal with your mental state better.

Connor fully riots when he hears this happened, storms into Logan’s office with Kendall and Roman behind him trying to ya know stop the fight that’s about to kick off and Connor is fuming like

“You fucking bastard! You already locked my mother up, your once wife! But that’s not enough so you lock your fucking kid up?!” Like this is an anger I don’t think anyone’s ever seen in Connor.

And Connor is the one to visit you every day, he brings you things you may need, or just things he hopes you can decorate your little space in your room with.

Roman brings you like the things you can’t sleep with out at night, like a special stuffed animal or a blanket or pillow. He’s the one who jokes about you being the actual crazy one, and like he gets the need to deflect with dark humor.

Shiv is the one who brings you the clothes you actually would wear, and not the random stuff that Logan had a house keeper pack for you. When she first visits to bring them your in a full on hospital gown because you refuse to wear what Logan gave you.

Kendall is the most awkward when he visits because yeah he went to rehab but like, this is way more lock down and he maybe realises that this could have happened to him if he didn’t ya know get a control on his shit like he tries to.

You meet Tom while still in the ya know hospital and fully tell shiv if she marries him you have a free bed in your room if she needs it.

Logan basically 51-50ed you so like the resentment against him is real, it’s like not good.

You spend like a solid almost 2 years institutionalised. But when you get out, Connor has a welcome home party for you. Everyone comes out, except Logan cause Connor was not about to have that KO fight happen.

You have always been closest to Roman, not really sure why but you two just get each other better and oh the jokes you both make at each other, like makes everyone else so uncomfortable. When eating at the like welcome back dinner he switches your silver wear for plastic and you joke like

“Plastic can still hurt. Wanna see” and like he knows it’s a joke but everyone else gets that like uncomfortable vibe about them

“If I can’t joke about it, I’ll cry about it, so we joke yes? Do you want me to jump off the roof cause-“

Roman casually jokingly makes sure your taking your meds everyday like texts or calls or quips like

“So how’s today? You eat? Take your fucking crazy pills that make you see god or whatever…” like very obvious but very Roman.

I just, I have feelings alright…

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[cozy-mp3]

worries

ellie x female!reader

you can't help but worry when ellie is out on a long patrol. when she gets home, she fucks your face.

word count: 5.8k (ish)

warnings: smut, cunniligus (not reader receiving), dom!ellie, dirty talk? maybe?, you're very in love, ellie still calls you honey, ellie is hairy bc i say so, an exorbitant amount of fluff, a complete disregard for whatever jackson's actual plumbing situation is.

a/n: hi! i'm back and this time ellie gets to cum. tysm for all the love on messy girl i didn't expect it and i really appreciate it! i aimed to have this posted a couple days ago but i decided i hated half of it and had to rewrite it sigh. this isn't beta read and probably has punctuation errors, i'm sorry, anyway i hope u enjoy <3

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

it isn’t often you find yourself worrying about ellie while she’s out on patrol. she’s strong and smart and more than capable of taking care of herself, but you love her and loving someone often comes with a whole lot of worry. you worried when you heard her get out of bed when it was still dark, you worried when you’d gotten up a few hours later to see rain coming down in sheets and you’d worried when you’d gone to pick up lunch and overheard people talking about an uptick in attacks from bandits recently. by the time dinner was over and she still wasn’t home, you were well on the way to pacing a hole in the floor of your shared home. 

so, when you hear the muffled sound of footsteps outside of the front door you startle out of your worried train of thought before dashing over and practically pulling the door off its hinges. you pause at the sight of your girlfriend, she’s soaked with rain and shivering, you’re almost certain she’ll have caught a cold being out like this. her clothes are caked in dirt and blood, there’s dark smudges under her eyes from lack of sleep, an irritated red ring around her face from a gas mask and she’s holding a wad of bandages over her left hip. 

“careful, honey, we only just got the hinges to stop squeaking,” ellie says, lips turned up in a half smile at the sight of you, openly laughing at the annoyed look you give her and suddenly you don’t know why you were so worried at all. here she is, in one piece, looking like shit but still feeling well enough to poke fun at you. you can feel yourself practically deflate, your shoulders relaxing a little and your mind beginning to clear of it’s anxious fog. 

“come inside, ellie,” you huff, gently tugging at the coat sleeve covering her forearm, “you’re gonna get sick standing out in the rain like that, we need to get you warmed up, there’s enough water in the tanks for a bath.” you tell her, making quick work of helping her lift the backpack off her shoulders before she shrugs off her sodden coat. 

ellie is quiet as you help her out of her wet shoes and socks, not commenting as you scold her for wearing canvas shoes in autumn when she knows damn well it’s going to rain and how the last thing she needs is blisters from walking around in wet socks. when you finally look up at her again she’s watching you with a worried little furrow in her brows. she opens and closes her mouth once, twice, three times before she reaches over to place the bloodied bandages she was holding onto the beat up coffee table, holding a hand out to you afterwards so that she can help you to your feet.

“you know i’m always gonna come home to you, right honey?” she asks, looking into your eyes and cupping your cheek with one of her dirty palms. you can’t bring yourself to care that she’s probably spreading grime over the top of your cheek when she brushes her thumb over your skin, “you don’t need to worry about me when i go out on patrol, i’ll always come back to you, i’m never gonna make you do this alone, i promise,” she says in that self assured way of hers, you wish you could be as sure as she is.

“you can’t promise that, els,” you sigh, heart aching at the way her brows pinch more and her mouth opens to protest before shutting again in defeat. you know she knows just as well as you do that that’s an impossible thing to promise, childish even in the world you both live in. 

“i love you,” she tells you instead, resting her forehead against yours and watching as affection warms your features, “i love you so much,” she says, kissing the corner of your mouth when you offer her a little smile, pulling away to show you her own. it’s different than her little half smiles or smirks, different than her big toothy grins, it’s her soft, sweet i love you to the moon and back smile that’s just for you. 

“i love you,” you reply, bumping your nose against hers and kissing her again before you pull out of her embrace, “c’mon els, we gotta get you cleaned up, you’re filthy.” you say, pinching her cheek just to annoy her before you walk the short distance to the bathroom so you can start filling the tub. 

“you wanna help me take my clothes off?” ellie asks from behind you, closing the bathroom door and raising her brows suggestively when you turn to look at her. you sigh with put upon frustration before turning to help her undress, not exactly looking forward to getting your hands covered in whatever is covering her but any squeamishness is outweighed by the want to take care of her, to get her clean and safe and wam. 

“can you lift your arms with whatever you’ve got going on down there?” you ask, gesturing to her injured hip and reaching around her shoulders to gently tug her hair free from its half ponytail. you run your hands through the damp, tangled ends, kissing her nose when it scrunches at your slight tugging.

“it’s fine, honey, just a scratch,” she hums as she lifts her arms above her head so you can pull her shirt off, “some bandit thought he could get the jump on me, it took care of it though, he’s way worse off than i am,” she tells you, confident as always. you kind of hate how attractive you find her self assuredness when you see the wound. it’s more than a scratch, it’s a cut from a knife just above the waistband of her jeans. to your relief it looks clean, no jagged edges or stitches and it isn’t bleeding anymore, it’s just raw and pink and sore looking against her skin.

“that isn’t a scratch, els,” you tell her with your brow quirked and she has the decency to look a little sheepish about it, “you been to see the doctor about it?” you ask as you work on getting her belt off, using less force as you help her peel off her wet jeans so you don’t irritate the wound.

“i did,” she sighs, tucking some hair behind your ear, “no major damage, no stitches, three days no patrol, two weeks till it’s completely better. we gotta stick a dressing on it now it’s stopped bleeding and i have to go back to the medbay if it starts looking gnarly” she huffs, all but pouting at the prospect of being stuck inside the walls of jackson while she recovers. you know it’ll be hard for her, not only because she wants to help but because she gets all pent up with excess frustration and needs something to channel it into. patrol is by far the most productive option since she can’t keep you pinned to the bed all day, you’ll make her stick to it though, you’ll pin her to the bed if you have to.

“you’ll survive, baby,” you say once you’ve worked her jeans off her legs, standing up so you can kiss her pouty bottom lip, “it’ll be just fine, it won’t be too bad hanging out with me, right?” you ask, sticking your own bottom lip out into an exaggerated pout and trying not to laugh at how fast her expression shifts, her head shaking quickly.

“‘course not!” she exclaims, cupping your cheeks to press kisses all over your face, “it’ll be nice to spend more time with you,” she tells you, kissing your nose one last time, “i didn’t think about it like that,” she admits with a blush, only going redder when you chuckle fondly at her and her one track mindedness. 

“ok, ok,” you laugh, reaching forward to help her pull her sports bra over her head, “let’s get you into the bath before it overflows,” you say as you throw her bra in the direction of her other patrol clothes, they’re so dirty you’re sure you’ll have blisters from scrubbing out the stains. you’re curious about how she got so dirty, it’s worse than normal, but you won’t ask, it’s easier to let her tell you patrol stories in her own time. you’ll take the sore palms and raw fingers on laundry day though if it means having her here now, breasts rising with each breath and skin slightly dewy from the condensing steam of the bath. 

“stop drooling, baby,” she chuckles at you, bending to take her own underwear off before she steps into the bathtub, “you’re supposed to be taking care of me, your strong, intelligent, handsome girlfriend gets wounded on patrol and all you can do is stare at her tits, it’s unbelievable, honey, i thought you were better nurse than this.” she playfully admonishes, smirking as your face heats up.

“ellie,” you whine, covering your face with your hands so she can’t see your embarrassment, “stop it,” you whine again, kicking the side off the tub and crossing your arms, “i’m your favorite nurse, stop lying,” you mumble petulantly, getting to your knees beside her and giving her a playfully grumpy look. your face cracks and your lips twitch into a smile at the lovesick look she’s giving you, it’s as soft as she ever gets and you love it.

“you’re right, honey, you’re my favorite,” she agrees easily, pulling herself to the edge of the tub and resting her chin on her forearms so her face is level with yours, “you gonna help me clean off?” she asks, ever hopeful. she’s so pretty like this despite the grime still on her skin, your eyes drift to her tattoo and the mottled skin of the burn hidden underneath it, to the little scar above one of her elbows and the freckle on her shoulder you like to kiss from time to time before they settle back on her face.

“sure i will, els,” you say softly, leaning forward to press your lips to hers, you’d meant for it to be a brief kiss but she deepens it. you moan as her tongue brushes against the seam of your lips and let her take control, her hand cups your jaw and you can feel water drip from her arm onto your pajama pants, eventually forming a mark so big you pull away, “you’re making me all wet,” you mumble against her spit slick lips, only leaning more into her palm despite your complaining.

“oh, really?” she smirks, glancing down towards your lap and huffing out a laugh when she sees the damp patch on your thigh, “if you’re already wet you might as well get in with me,” she says with an expectant look on her face, “there’s enough room, besides, wouldn’t it be better for my nurse to monitor me closely?” she asks, grinning all triumphant when you stand and begin to pull your pajamas off.

you aren’t wearing a bra and it takes willpower not to squirm when ellie continues to openly stare at you as you undress, watching the way your breasts press together as you reach down to pull your fuzzy house socks off and they way your nipples pebble from the change in temperature. your toes are cold on the tile of the floor and you hurry to pull your pajama pants and underwear off, holding your arms across your middle as you look back down at your girlfriend.

“you’re so beautiful, honey,” she tells you softly, reaching over to trail her damp fingers over your hip, leaving a little wet trail that makes you shiver with cold, “come on, get in, sweetheart,” she says, scooting forward so there's room for you to get in behind her. you step in gingerly, not wanting to slip on the slick interior of the tub, and settle in behind her, letting your legs bracket hers and resting your chin on her shoulder as your arms wrap around her waist.

“hi,” you smile, kissing the side of her jaw and squeezing her midsection gently.

“hi,” she smiles back, turning so she can kiss your bicep and then scooting down into the water so she’s floating, her head coming to rest comfortably between your breasts and her bruised knees bobbing out of the water as she bends her legs. they’re covered in a mottled mix of newer purple bruises and older yellowing ones, you squeeze her lightly again in sympathy.

“you gonna let me clean you off now?,” you ask, looking down at her all soft and fond as she closes her eyes and sighs happily. she seems to fully relax now, the weight of the day finally slipping off her shoulders as she rests in your arms. it’s nice to see her face smooth out completely the way it does when she’s totally content, no little furrow between her brows or downward twist to her lips. you stroke the soft skin between her breasts, kissing her forehead and laughing quietly when she sighs happily again. “you gonna answer me, els?” you ask, already moving one of your arms away to reach for the bar of soap.

“you can do whatever you want to me as long as i don’t have to move,” ellie mumbles, turning her head to kiss the side of your breast and then shifting around to get comfy again, “you’re all soft ‘n warm ‘n i can hear your heartbeat like this, it’s nice,” she continues as you dunk the soap into the water so you can lather it in your hands, being careful not to jostle her too much, “being pressed up against your tits is nice too,” she smiles, teeth peeking between her lips as she opens one eye to look at you.

“of course you would say that, perv,” you chuckle, reaching around her to start rubbing your soapy hands over her arms, “you’re gonna have to move if you want me to clean you off properly though,” you tell her as you work over a particular stubborn patch of dirt just above the place where her tattoo begins. her skin is soft beneath your hands, she’s lithe and slender for the most part but her arms show her strength, her muscles firm as you massage soap into her skin.

“i’ll just stay dirty,” she replies, sounding like she's made her mind up already, “honey, would you still love me if i decided to never let you clean me properly again?” she asks, almost cutting herself off with a groan as you rub your hands into her shoulders, she’s done it for years but carrying around a backpack from dawn till dusk takes a toll. 

“you’re dirty most of the time already, els, and i love you very much right now,” you hum, pretending to sound thoughtful as you run your hands down her sides, careful to avoid the wound above her hip, “i’d still love you but i’d probably stop fucking you,” you say, smiling to yourself when she immediately frowns.

“ok, fine, honey, i’ll move but you’ve got to fuck me afterwards,” she tries, opening an eye again to look up at you and gage your reaction. she’s so damn predictable and the feeling of fondness that takes root in your chest is so big and warm it needs to be acknowledged somehow. so, you lean down to press a clumsy kiss to her forehead, giving her another when her face scrunches up and her eyes close again to avoid any badly placed kisses.

“sure, baby,” you agree, shaking your head at her and trying to hide your smile. you shift around in the water so you’re sitting up straighter now able to reach down lower and wash her front as she smiles all satisfied with herself, “can you give me your hands?” you ask, rinsing your hands off in the water and then grabbing the bar of soap again. it’s a travel sized one that one of you had grabbed from an old hotel at some point, it was probably considered fancy in the past but now it wasn’t anything too special, only the lingering lavender scent making it an improvement from the unscented stuff that’s more readily available. 

ellie doesn’t speak as she hands you her left hand first, letting you rub soap into her wrists and over the backs of her hands, gentle on the broken skin of her knuckles. she seems to have perpetually damaged skin on her knuckles, no matter how many times you tell her to wear gloves or wrap her hands to protect them she doesn’t listen but that’s just her, your stubborn girl.  you carefully rub her calloused palms and the lengths of her fingers before using a little brush to scrub the dirt from under her nails, gently squeezing her hand when you’re done.

“i love your hands,” you whisper to her, kissing the top of her head as you rinse the soap off her skin. you rub your thumbs firmly into the back of her hand, massaging away the aches and pains you know she gets in her joints sometimes. she would never admit what she considers her insignificant pains to anyone else, she hesitates to even admit it to you sometimes so it feels like a little bit of a victory when ellie squeezes your shin beneath the water with her free hand in thanks, letting out a lungful of air and turning so she can kiss your breast again.

“thank you,” she mumbles against your skin, “i think your hands are magic,” she adds quietly as you tap her wrist to indicate she should give you her right hand, “you’re so good at those massages, honey, it’s like your hands know just where it hurts,” she continues, smiling a little at the amused sound you make as you clean off her other hand.

“maybe they are,” you whisper, not wanting to displace the relaxed quiet that’s fallen over the both of you as you clean the dirt from her hand. you work your thumbs into her cleaned skin, resting your chin on top of her head as you work, “we should keep it a secret though, i don’t wanna do this to anyone but you,” you tell her, pulling her hand up to your mouth to kiss her poor bruised knuckles. 

“you better not do this with anyone else,” she huffs, tilting her head back so she can look you in the eye, “you’re my nurse,” she says in that serious way of hers, narrowing her eyes at your amusement, “i’m serious, honey, you’re my girl,” she tells you, leaning up to kiss your chin, still unwilling to sit up enough to reach your lips.

“Of course, els,” you smile, trying to ignore how your face heats up and your thighs ache to press together at her words, “will you let your girl wash your hair now?” you ask, only half teasing. you sit up from your slightly slouched position, trying to pull her deadweight into a sitting position in front of you, “if you wash your legs while i get your hair done we can get to the fucking part faster,” you suggest to her, concious that the water will only remain warm for so long and your fingers are already starting to go pruney.

“i don’t wanna move,” she groans, turning over and pressing her face into your chest, her breath hot against your damp skin, “you’re so comfy ‘n i’m tired,” she says, giving you an exaggerated pout which seems so out of place on her face you almost laugh, instead bending down to kiss her before using residual soap on your hands to clean off her cheeks. there’s a streak of dirt on her nose which you wipe away and blood on her hairline that takes a bit of a firmer hand, the red ring from the gas mask she’d had to wear looks more shocking on her clean skin but you aren’t too worried, it’s happened before and it’ll be gone in a couple days.

“i know you’re tired, baby, you look like you’ve got two black eyes,” you say, using your finger to gently trace the dark smudges beneath her eyes. it’s a bit of an exaggeration but she does look exhausted and your heart aches a little, she always pushes herself, sometimes a little too hard. you’re glad she’s going to be stuck at home for a few days so she can rest up and you can make sure she gets three hot meals a day. you still think she’s pretty though, as she looks up at you with eyelashes clumped by water, a little flushed from the hot bath and a frowny furrow in her brows that you smooth over with your thumb. “the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get into bed, sweetheart,” you remind her, leaning down to kiss both her freckled cheeks.

“ok, ok, let’s get this over with,” she sighs after a moment, sitting up and taking the soap from you so you can grab the shampoo. it’s the kind that smells like artificial apples, it’d been the highlight of your day when ellie had brought it home a few weeks ago. you lather up your hands with the pale green gel and begin to wash her hair, rubbing the pads of your fingers into her scalp to remove the grime from the day. true to her word, ellie quickly begins washing the parts of her body you couldn’t reach, only stopping briefly to arch into your hands like a cat when you scratch her scalp.

“see, it isn’t that bad, baby,” you practically coo at her, still lightly scratching her scalp as she reaches down to clean between her toes. you take a moment to watch the muscles shift in her back, the way water drips down her shoulders and into the divot of her spine before you drag your eyes back up to your task, “c’mon, tilt your head back,” you instruct her, scooting so your back is pressed right to the wall of the tub and she can lean back far enough for you to rinse out her hair without getting soap in her eyes.

you scooch closer to her again when you’re done, wrapping your arms around her and kissing her shoulder. she’s still slick with soap in some places so you run your hands over her to wash it off, lingering on her chest in a way that makes her laugh and turn around in your arms to look at you. 

“you gonna make me cum now, honey?” she asks, raising her eyebrows at you expectantly, “‘m all clean, i did exactly as you said,” she says, crowding you against the back of the tub and raising her arms to hold herself up over you with her hands placed either side of you. you can see her biceps flexing with her weight either side of you, water droplets catching on the bulge of them before continuing down her arm, it flows in little rivers from her collar bones down to her tits, and drips down onto you from her hair, “look at my face, honey, i asked you something,” she tuts, leaning down to nudge your forehead with her own.

“yeah, i’m gonna make you cum now,” you say softly, your face heating up as ellie’s lips quirk into a little smirk, “i wanna eat you out,” you tell her, leaning up to kiss her so you don’t have to look at her face anymore, she makes you feel so flustered sometimes it feels impossible to do anything other than kiss her.

“sounds good, honey,” ellie says with a wider smirk that tells you she knows exactly how you’re feeling. she presses another brief kiss to your lips and stands up quickly afterwards sitting herself on the edge of the bathtub with her legs spread a comfortable distance apart. you follow her out of the bath, pulling your towels from the rack beside the tub and stand on the bathmat in front of her, biting your lip as you stand in front of her. you try not to be shy but it’s so hard when she’s looking you like she wants to eat you up, her pupils blown with arousal.

“c’mere, baby,” she whispers, taking your wrists in her hands and pulling you to stand between her legs, “you want me to dry you off?” she asks, already taking one of the towels from your hands when you nod. she smiles at your timid agreement, leaning up to kiss your cheek before she starts patting you dry, her hands gentle over the curves of your body though the towel is a little scratchy. 

it’s a small act of service but it feels good as she pats down your chest and sides. her hands briefly cup your breasts through the towel and she looks up at you with a grin on her face, less sexy and more teasing as she squeezes briefly before continuing to dry you off. she directs you to hold onto her shoulders and lift your legs up one by one so she can get your shins and feet and it’s all so sweet and domestic it makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

“lemme do you,” you request when she’s done, looking down into her eyes and wrapping the dry towel around her neck, smoothing it over her shoulders. she consents with a silent nod of her own, resting her hands comfortably on the edge of the tub and leaning back a little so she can watch you as you dry her off. you do it gently but quickly, mindful that she’ll get cold sat naked and dripping wet in the bathroom. you try not to linger too long when you dry her legs but the way the plush of her thighs gives under your hands is distracting and you blush when she smirks down at you knowingly.

“give me that,” she instructs gently, taking the towel from your hands and using it to quickly dry her hair enough that it isn’t dripping before draping it over the edge of the bathtub. she takes your towel and folds it up into something softish that you can kneel on before placing it on the floor between her legs. you kneel on it when she gestures at the ground between her legs, she’s more obviously manspreading now, slipping into the role she plays in the bedroom easily. you rest your cheek on her thigh when you’re both comfortable and look up at her.

the thatch of hair above her cunt is still a little damp though it’s dry enough to curl a little and it tickles when you lean over to kiss it. ellie laughs at the way your nose wrinkles to get rid of the tickly sensation and moves one of her hands to stroke the side of your face not already pressed to her skin. 

“you’re so pretty,” she tells you, using her pointer finger to trace the features of your face. she trails over your jaw and chin, up to your cupids bow and the bridge your nose, your brow and the edges of your hairline, “is my pretty girl ready to eat me out?” she asks, laughing softly again at your quick nod and the way you sit up straight, if you had a tail it would be wagging as you look up at her, all wide eyed and full of adoration.

your arms reach up to wrap around her thighs before ellie tuts and pushes your hands away, “i’m gonna fuck your face, baby,” she tells you, holding the back of your head and pulling you back towards the apex of her thighs, “i’m not gonna let you tease me, i’m gonna take what i want,” she tells you, one of her hands leaving your hand to grip your jaw, strong and demanding, “you’re gonna let me, right, honey?” she asks, raising an eyebrow at you and really, you’re helpless to deny her, pressing your thighs together and swallowing the spit pooling in your mouth.

“yeah ‘m gonna make you cum, els” you nod, trying not to sound too eager and hoping you don’t look too much like the bobble headed figures some people keep in their trucks. seeing her above you like this, her grip still strong on your jaw and at the back of your head, her pussy not an inch from your face and the little happy trail she takes effort to groom leading your gaze up her flat stomach to her chest, it all makes you feel a little lightheaded. she isn’t a particularly tall woman by any means but on your knees, looking up at her like this when she’s so undeniably in control, it makes you feel like she’s six foot tall.

“alright, honey,” she says, smiling down at you like she knows exactly what's going through your mind, you wouldn’t be surprised if she did, you’re sure that despite your best efforts it’s written all over your face, “such a good girl,” she mumbles, more to herself than to you, she gives your jaw a little shake before she lets you go, caressing your cheek as she speaks, “stick your tongue out, baby,” she tells you, smiling again when you obey her, “good girl,” she tells you again before she’s pressing your face into her pussy, groaning at the feeling of your tongue against her.

she tastes the way she usually does, clean and a little musky, her skin smells a little like lavender from the soap but your senses are predominantly overwhelmed by ellie. her thighs closed tight around your head, her hand firm and demanding on the back of your skull, her clit bumping against your nose as she rolls her hips against your face, your jaw working hard to keep up with the pace she’s set. her pubic hair is soft and a little wiry against your skin, the feeling of it only makes you wetter and you feel yourself blush though you’re sure it’s impossible to tell.

“open your eyes,” ellie pants, already looking down at you when you open them to look up at her, “fuck, honey,” she groans, a furrow in her brow as she works her hips faster against you, her other hand leaving the edge of the tub and reaching for her breast. you watch as she plays with herself, rolling her own nipple between her thumb and pointer finger in a way you know feels amazing. she’s rougher with herself than you ever would be, digging her nails into her skin hard enough to leave little crescent moons and moaning.

“need more, honey,” she tells you, almost sounding whiny but you’d never tell her that, she would pout for hours and you’d probably end up over her knee. she stands up from the side of the bath, hand leaving her breast so she can hold both sides of your head tighter against her as she circles her hips against your face, your tongue pressed up against the soft skin of her cunt. you can just about get in enough air to stay conscious as she continues to use your face to get herself off, the edges of your mind feeling a little fuzzy in a way you’d be embarrassed to admit you adore and your eyes watering, lashes clumping with tears. 

your chin is wet with her arousal and your spit, the slide of her hips only being made easier by how slick everything is becoming. you let your eyes flutter open again to watch ellie’s face twist in pleasure above you, the mounds of her breasts obscuring your view as she throws her head back but you can imagine the look on her face, the way her neck strains as she groans and the way her jaw clenches as you bump her clit. 

“i’m gonna cum,” ellie moans above you, “move your mouth up just a little, honey,” she instructs, an almost frantic edge to her voice and you hurry to do as she says, pressing your tongue flat against her clit, “shit, honey, fuck,” she moans, her hips bucking hard agaisnt you and her thighs shaking. you move your head up just a little more and suck firmly on her clit and her moans turn higher pitched as she comes closer to her orgasm. her thighs tense as she cums, her release coating your mouth and chin. she grinds against you firmly as she rides it out, her hips twitching as she groans, eventually letting go of the tight grip she has on your head when she’s done with the aftershocks. 

her fingers come to stroke over the sides of your face and cup your cheeks as you look up at her, face all shiny with spit and her release, a content little smile on your lips. it makes her feel sated on some deep primal level she’d rather not linger on, her girl covered in her cum after she’s taken everything she’s wanted from her. it makes her tummy heat up again and her cheeks burn red, she’s glad you can’t tell since she’s still flushed from her orgasm.

“good?” you ask, panting a little, you’re still a bit short of breath and your jaw is sore but it’s worth it to make her feel good, to know that you’re the source of all her pleasure. your hands reach for her thighs and she doesn’t bat them away this time so you take your time stroking her warm skin. she’s got soft, sparse hairs on her legs and you really shouldn’t be endeared by it but you can’t help it, you love her and you love her body, you don’t think you’ll ever get over it.

“so good, honey,” she sighs happily, leaning down to kiss you, “made me feel so good, such a good girl,” she smiles against your lips, kissing your cheek as she pulls away and reaching for a towel to wipe off your cheeks. her grip on your jaw gentle this time as she tilts your face so she can get you all cleaned off, she’s got a concentrated furrow in her brow and it feels so good to have all her attention directed at you, all her affection and tender touches, you feel like you might burst if you don’t let her know.

“hey,” you call softly, butting your head against her hands for attention, “i love you,” you tell her, not able to stop yourself from smiling when her face goes all soft and warm at your words. “i love you, too, honey,” she replies, bending down to kiss your forehead. she looks exhausted now, and you’re sure she’ll be complaining about her ‘scratch’ come morning but she’s here and in one piece and smiling her soft, happy, i love you smile so you can’t really find it in yourself to worry about anything at all.

#ellie williams imagine #ellie x reader #ellie williams #tlou2 #tlou x reader

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Exchange ft King Kenny x black female reader

Summary! In which old lovers reunite and Kenny still feels like Destiny is the one for him.

Warnings! Swearing,mature content,angst turned to fluff at the end, sappy and jealous!Destiny, and a whole other bunch of things.

Main character: Destiny Korma

➔ ➔ ➔ Excuse any errors!

“Please I’m begging you Destiny. Can you please be in the video?”Harry pestered, while holding his hands in a prayer form,to which Destiny side eyed him in disbelief. Her cousin was the biggest beggar of them all.

“Why does it have to be me, don’t you have a ton of woman in your DMS begging to be in a video with you lot?” She recalled seeing a woman on Instagram being hysterical, because Filly had brushed her hand in the club while he was trying to get through.

This was appalling, because she never understood the hype behind her cousin and his friends. They were normal human beings that lived a normal life except, they were rich and made entertainment videos for a living.

“Because the fans want you, Destiny. Sharky and them did a Q&A on Instagram,and they said they wanted you in a video.” Harry informed her, bored with how she was questioning him too much.

A smirk formed on Destiny’s plump lips and she cleared her throat crossing one leg over her other.

“Sharky? How is he by the way..”

Harry groaned loudly, shaking his head at his cousin's antics. He knew how much she fancied him, but Sharky found the whole thing amusing. So from time to time he would purposely flirt with her, just in spite to make Harry annoyed.

It’s not like he had a chance anyway, the two would never happen as she was his best friend's ex, plus Destiny wanted the real thing and Sharky was not ready to commit, at least not until he was ready.

Just like Kenny.

“He's fine Des. Now are you in or not, because I don’t have time to play cat and mouse with you. I got things to do—“

“Alright chill grumpy pants, I’m in. Just text me the details and I’ll come.”

Sighing in relief, Harry mumbled ‘’thank God’’pointing to the air and stood up hugging his cousin before leaving her apartment. Leaving her to dwell on the fact that she was going to have to face Kenny on Wednesday.

TIME SKIP TO WEDNESDAY BECAUSE I'M LAZY

Wednesday had crept around the corner like nothing, ultimately Destiny planned to sleep in and watch Top boy. However, she received a reminder text from Chunkz, and NIKO. She knew better than to try and bail,because both of those men were persistent and would most likely rock up to her house and drag her out.

So she spent the majority of the day doing self care as the video was scheduled at 3:30. Such as doing her lashes, eyebrows, re painting her nails and even chucking in the time to go and do a workout.

She felt good so she had to embrace the moment.

“Hello.” Destiny picked up her phone while glancing at the caller, she was in the middle of getting her nails done so she had to multitask.

“BITCH ARE YOU ON CRACK, YOU'RE FILMING A VIDEO WITH MY HUSBAND. AND DIDN'T WANT TO TELL ME”. Meet Karin, she’s Destiny’s best friend and right hand woman.

The two met one night when they were at the club, and Destiny got bat shit smashed and she tried to steal Karin’s Birkin mistaking it as hers. Until Karin told her it was not and somehow the friendship formed from there.

They have been seeing each other since then. And haven’t turned on each other's back since. Destiny visibly flinched at her friend's tone, as she didn’t expect her to be as loud as a camel.

“What’s with the shouting? And I promise I was going to tell you, but I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy to call your friend right! Well what are you wearing, you better not be wearing some baggy shít or lord help me, I’m coming down from Australia to smack your ass.” Karin threatened, only for Destiny to laugh at the seriousness in her tone.

Destiny had a ugly habit of wearing clothes that were baggy, this was only because her family had taught her from a young age to not wear tight revealing clothes.

Ever since, she hasn’t tried to try and break this habit. It’s only now, at the ripe age of 27 she’s wearing clothes that show a tad bit more skin. Thanks to Karin who is carefree and is all about body goals.

“No I’m not wearing something baggy, I’ll show you when I get home. But don’t worry I’ll make sure to tell Chunkz that you’re sending your love from Australia.”

“Period! As you should, that man wants me; he's just too scared to make the first move, which is fine.”

As delusional as Karin sounds, everything she was chatting was indeed correct. Her and Chunkz have a little thing, and it’s been going on for awhile and he is yet to ask her out.

He’s always so quick to come to Destiny for not being open and honest about her feelings, when he can’t even take his own advice and do the same.

“Alright, well I’ll call you later I gotta finish my nails.”

“Okay bye baby, make sure you take photos and send them to me! Love you pookie!”

“Love you too wifey!”

TIME SKIP

By the time Destiny was done with everything, it was already 2:30 and she knew that she took forever to do everything. So she put on her crocs on sport mode, and sped home to get ready as the studio they were filming at was 30 minutes away from her house.

But with her crazy driving she would make it 20 minutes. Once she had gotten home she quickly did her make up, making sure it wasn’t too dramatic then put on her outfit and she was out.

Her estimation was indeed correct because by the time she got there it was already 3:00. Out of breath, she slammed her car door and bolted into the studio to find most of the women were already there and the boys were talking amongst themselves.

Before she could approach them, a man had gently tapped her causing her to spin around.

“Hey are you Destiny? If so,we would like you to come with us so we can show you your room and where you can put your stuff.”

“Oh okay.”

Trailing behind him, she was quickly pulled into a room where they adjusted her hair, while attaching a mic to the back of her dress, in order for the fans to hear when it’s her time to talk.

Cluelessly, Destiny followed the man and she watched as he motioned for the women to all come together so he would explain what’s going on.

There were a total of 8 eight women and they were all Caucasian, Destiny being the only black woman. She silently cussed to herself, as she was going to give her cousin a handful later about being more diverse.

“Alright as you all are gathered here today I’m pretty sure you are all aware of what’s going on today. Kenny is going to be our lucky man,who’s going to have to distinguish which one of you is the gold digger.” He spoke to no one in particular.

“You will all stand behind this white wall in number order based on the number that we have given. Kenny will then go around asking each individual to introduce themselves. And we’ll go from then on, the last 3 contestants will then go on a 5 minute date with him and he’ll decide the winner from there.

“Now me personally I don’t care if you’re here for money or for love. That’s on you. All I’m asking is that we just tone it down with the swearing and let’s all be respectful is that simple? Any questions?” The women all murmured to each other and he nodded.” Great, now let’s line up please.”

The man had gone around ordering all the girls with a number and Destiny had landed on number 5. They all got into their positions and the video had started.

All she could hear was Nikos booming voice echoing throughout the room, as he was giving the intro. This gave her some sort of comfort, that he indeed was here like he promised.

Now they had gotten all the girls to introduce themselves and it was Destiny’s.

“Contestant 5 it’s your turn.”

“Hello my name is Destiny. I am 26 years old and I’m from Sierra Leone.”

“Oh an African queen, I like that.” She overheard Filly say, and she almost laughed, however she covered her mouth to prevent it from coming out.

“That’s cool love, and what’s your occupation?”

Swallowing, Destiny was hesitant to answer as she didn’t want them to suspect it was her, but she didn’t have a choice but to answer.

No one else besides Harry and Niko, and chunkz were aware that she was invited to the video. As they wanted it to be a surprise to the fans and the other boys.

“I’m a physical trainer in the NBA.” She revealed and heard multiple gasps, some of the girls even rolled their eyes or scoffed in envy. But she didn’t give a damn, she worked hard to get in the position so she was going to earn it.

“DAMNNNN”

“Nah she’s waffling.”

“Ain’t no way she works in the NBA.”

The boys suddenly became a bit more quiet then Kenny spoke.

“Oh okay I see you girl, what team?”

“The Atlanta Hawks.”

“Lads, I think I just fell in love…” Kenny exaggerated clutching his chest, causing everyone including the camera crew to laugh.” I LOVE THE HAWKS, You think you can get me Trae Young’s number?’” He asked, almost sounding genuine, and almost sounding like he wasforced into it.

“We’ll see.”

The boys oooo like teenage boys and Destiny rolls her eyes with a smile. Who knew the boys were still childish after all these years.

“Alright next contestant!”

TIME SKIP-

As the time went on ultimately, Kenny had kicked out the contestants he didn’t like. Remaining with Destiny; and contestant number three and number 6. Now Destiny was not really stressed because Number three was named Bree.

She was a brunette and was a model of course, but she lacked the confidence and she was just talking about herself the entire time, not even asking Kenny the right questions.

Then Number six was named Sasha. She was a blonde and actually seemed genuine. Her only problem was that she was only here for money, unfortunately Kenny didn’t know that but he was getting the sense.

Sasha had told Destiny that she was purely only here to get money to pay off her BMW. Like girl, get a damn job the last thing that should be on your mind is trying to be famous and being on YouTube.

“So what are you into?” Kenny had asked Bree who was grinning so hard that her mouth could snap.

Now he was not entirely convinced that she was genuine so he analysed her response carefully.

“I’m into dancing.”

“Oh yeah, what kind of dance are you into dancehall?” Kenny jokes, showing his dimples however his grin soon dropped,once she stood up from her chair and began doing some tap dancing.

Instantly, Sasha m lol and Destiny made eye contact and bursted out laughing. The two began running to each other, grasping each other's arms, as they cried to themselves.

Filly and them were also heard laughing from the other room because what the hell was even that. Gathering themselves together, Kenny bit his lip to contain his laughter.

“Wow, that really was something.”

“Awwww thank you Kenny, I wish I could do better but these bad boys were in the way.” She patted her heels, thinking she really did something.

Fast forward to Sasha, obviously Bree was let free because Kenny was not feeling that whole dance plus she was giving very much desperation.

Next was Sasha, she was nervous for some reason and kept cracking her knuckles every few seconds. It was only until Destiny approached her that she calmed down slightly.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“No,just nerves. I guess Kenny seems so sweet, just don’t want to ruin it.” She rambled, playing with her fingers and Destiny hummed.

Kenny was her ex, so she knew what he liked and didn’t like. So if Sasha was to go out there flaunting her humongous breasts,he would immediately not show interest.

Sure he loved a more curvy woman, he didn’t discriminate at all. He just didn’t want her to have to show off her body, in order to gain his attention.

He mainly went for personality, yet he wanted something to look at of course. Maybe even something to grab onto if you get my drift.

“So Sasha, I’ve been told that you like boxing, why’s that?”

“I’ve learnt that it was a great way to take off my stress, and my father used to do it with me all the time when I was younger until he passed away.” She recalled, causing Kenny to frown sympathetically.” Oh my gosh, I didn’t know. I’m so sorry for your loss.”

“It’s fine how could’ve you. It was years ago, but at times I still find myself lingering on the fact that she’s not here.” She cleared her throat, to prevent herself from crying.

Kenny reached over grasping her hands in his large ones causing Destiny to scoff, earning a side eye from the producers. Why was she so bitter, it’s not like she still liked Kenny. Her and Kenny were done, and he’s moved on.

So why is she suddenly so bothered by seeing the way he was gazing into Sasha’s eyes. I mean she was the perfect fit, she was more on the slim thick side. Educated, with a wealthy family and was a boxer. All she needed was a lover.

What was there to not love about her!

Destiny on the other hand, she was also educated and wanted to settle down just like Kenny. It was just finding the right man that was troubling her. The men her age weren’t taking her seriously, she only had one serious relationship after Kenny.

Was with a guy named Stefan, he was African American and came to London for some cruise. While on the cruise, Destiny happened to be there and she had a one night stand with him.

The two went on to date for a while until she found out that Stefan was just using her to get closer to her brother Dean, who was a famous football player he just wanted to be like Dean. So she broke up with him and never saw him again.

“Okay contestant 5 can you please come out and reveal yourself.” Sharky’s loud voice boomed from the other room, and Destiny sighed bracing herself.

With one last deep breath, she adjusted her skirt and made her out from where she was and walked over to the table where Kenny was.

As soon as she came into the camera, the boys began screaming loudly and clapping. Kenny’s face had dropped and he visibly looked as if he had seen a ghost.

“OH MY GOSH BRUVV.”

“IS THIS DESTINY KURMO IN THE FLESH?!”

“SOMEBODY PINCH ME LADS.”

Once all the commotion had died down, Kenny had cleared his throat and began laughing foolishly.

“You can’t be serious… If this is a joke, Niko come out here right now.” Kenny became angry, because he hoped the boys were not playing with his feelings.

They all knew that he still loved and cared for Destiny tremendously, words can’t even describe how much he cried the day they split, she had an immense impact on him and she didn’t even know.

Ask anyone, even the loyal fans they would tell you that boy was sprung over Destiny.

“I promise bro, if this was a skit I would’ve told you but this wasn’t me.” Niko defended himself, also bewildered by the sight of Destiny. More at the fact that she actually showed.

“He’s not lying. Harry was the one that was invited for the video. So take it or leave it, either you can sit down or you can send me home. I don’t mind.” Destiny chimed, taking a seat across from Kenny.

It looked almost like he was having an internal battle with himself. Almost instantly, he gave in sitting across from her and he just stared.

“Yo, cut the cameras.”

“Kenny—“

“I said cut the cameras bro, I don’t want this recorded!” He snapped, and the guy sighed but obeyed, turning the camera off temporarily.

“So what’s your aim? Why are you here Destiny?”

“Kenny-“

“If you want the money you can take it and leave. Because I’m not about to do this again.”

“Do what.” She frowns, not getting why he was so upset at seeing her appear in the video. After all he always wanted her to appear in a video and she was here.

“Be with you again! You left me remember, I told you I wasn’t ready and you just ran off like what we had was nothing.” Kenny argued, Destiny scoffed not liking his tone one bit.

It was almost as if he was blaming her for the fall out that occurred between them, and that was the last thing that Destiny liked. Was when someone accuses her of being the problem, when she wasn’t it.

“Well excuse me for being smart, why waste my time on someone that wants to be a man child forever. I told you from the start Kenny, I wanted the real thing, and you couldn’t give me that. So what did you expect me to stay?! No because I’m not one of those women that will tolerate that Kenny!” She shouted back and it suddenly became silent. It felt almost as if no one else was in the room, just these two.

Suddenly Kenny got the urge to ask her a question that he knew could go either way.

“Do you still love me Destiny?”

Suddenly Destiny’s face had become tense and her face had fallen a bit at his words, why was he switching the attention to her all of a sudden. She was meant to let all her anger out on him, not vice versa.

“Are you serious Kenny, this isn’t about me it’s about the fact that you’re trying to blame me for leaving, when you couldn’t even meet me halfway—“

“Just shut up for a second!”

Everyone had become even more quiet and all Destiny could do was sigh and gaze helplessly into the distance, where Chunks and the rest had all come out from behind the room putting their thumbs up to encourage her.

They knew that she was probably never going to want to make a video with them again, if it was going to be this chaotic but this drama was going to gain views.

“See how you avoided my question? I asked if you still loved me. Not what I did 4 years ago, so I’m gonna ask you again, do you still have feelings for me Destiny.”

“Okay fine, yes I do! I still love you for some reason, after the messy break up I can’t seem to let go of all those years we spent together. And then for us to just break up like it was nothing. You don’t know the damage that you did Kenny.” Destiny could feel her eyes burning with tears, but she wiped them before they could spill.

It physically made Kenny sick to see the love of his life in tears because of him, lord knows the unseen tears that she shed while in private. But he was here now and he was ready to make things right.

Leaning forward, Kenny interlocked his hands with hers and she didn’t fight it. Instead she glanced down at his fingers not wanting to make eye contact. Then he used his other hand to lift up her jaw so that her eyes were glued to his.

And she folded.

“I know, baby. And I’m sorry alright, if I could take back my actions I would do it a thousand times.I was young and dumb, and I wasn’t ready. But I’m 26 now and I’m ready to give you my all.

Looking back. I realised how lucky I was to have you, a woman that was willing to settle down and be there for me. And I was dumb even enough to lose you. So I’m here now and I want you back Destiny.

We’re too grown to be going back and forth about our feelings. I want you and I’ll be damned, if I let you leave this place without being my girl.” Kenny finished and, the boys all cheered loudly at his speech.

Heck even the producers were joining in on the applause because Kenny was a good man. The girls Bree and Sasha, were even tearing up in the corner with smiles. They could tell from the start that Kenny was not as interested in them as he was with Destiny.

As soon as Destiny appeared his whole demeanour, had shifted so quickly that anyone could tell that they had history.

“So what do you say Destiny ?” Niko wraps an arm around him.” Are you ready to take him back?”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll gladly take him. He’s quite leng. Have you seen his abs?!”Aj added, and this made all of them laugh at how unserious he was.

“You lot actually crack me up, but to answer your question yes I take you back Kenny. I’m ready to be your woman.” She gleefully says,and the boys all awe as Kenny pulls her by her waist pulling her into a deep and long sweet kiss, kissing her as if his life depended on it.

“YESSS IT'S ABOUT TIME FINALLY WE’RE GOING TO HAVE FOOD AT HOME.”

The day ended with the boys all going to eat at a restaurant, and the whole time Kenny would not let Destiny out of his sight. He clung onto her like a Koala. Not because he was afraid of losing.

Moreso,because he missed her touch for 4 years which he attempted replacing with multiple women. No one matched her energy, her love was one in million. She was irreplaceable. Overall, he was just glad that he was with her finally.

Kenny finally had his girl back

The end.

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Author's note!

Please, this was sooo long. But I was having a Kenny era so I had to write a little something for him. And I know it’s so all over the place, but I just wrote what came to mind.

So I really hope y’all liked it. And maybe in the future I might write for the beta squad, cus lord knows I love all of those men!

Once again thank you for reading and supporting my writing, it means a lot and if you have any ideas in mind you want me to write please don’t hesitate to ask!

I’m down to write for whoever that’s if I like them…

Anyways Ciao! 🩷

#king kenny #beta squad x reader #beta squad #black fanfic writer #black female reader #light angst #angst with a happy ending #fluff

[crabonfire]

more random tf2 headcannons :) (modern addition!)

Engineer likes Lego’s. He LOVES the fact that there’s a toy out there that empowers kids to create, he loves the Lego typewriter and is obsessed with the Lego creators sets. (Bonsai tree, sky wars mask, etc.) if you ask him about it he’ll be like “I think it’s great kids are learnin’ to build such things.” But he will never admit he actually wants the legos. Give him legos? So happy. In general, he likes puzzles. He loves games that have puzzles like Portal.

Pyro loves video games. Any game he’s up for it. I can see him as a MAJOR Kirby fan. He’d probably play Kirby games all day long if he got the chance to. Sometimes when he notices Engie working a little too much, he will drag him to their room and play Mario kart together. Sometimes he asks others, like scout!

Heavy doesn’t play many video games, but wanna know what he likes? Chess. He loves strategy and often plays with Medic, Spy, and Engineer. Snipers quite good at it, but he likes to watch instead so he can see how much each player struggle against each other. He finds it funny, yet insanely interesting.

Demoman and Soldier shop a lot. for the most random bullshit they can find. On some nights when everyone is asleep, they’ll sneak out to like a target and pick out the most random bullshit they can find. If anyone catches them while they try to sneak out, they ask them to come along. One time Scout and heavy came along and heavy ended up having a migraine over the three men wearing the most ridiculously stupid looking yet expensive clothing anyone has ever bought. He thinks it’s funny but is also questioning the amount of money they’ve spent in one night. He’s never coming with ever again.

Scout is really good at ALL the arcade games. But one thing he’s super good at? Claw machines and fucking DDR. He thinks of it as fun legwork and loves the competitive aspect of it. Trust me when I say he’s full combod all the fucking hard songs. Sometimes he’d just play to let out the stress tho. He’d play songs like Love Is Orange, A, and of course a CLASSIC fucking Butterfly (if u don’t know any of these songs I understand because barely nobody knows these, I just play a shit ton of ddr)

Medic has a twitter account where he just spams about how annoying the other mercs are at the medbay, if they’re treating him badly expect a whole thread on it. It’s private, everyone is on there and miss Pauling likes to reply and absolutely cackles at his tweets.

“These imbeciles get on my fucking nerves sometimes mein gott.” -medic

“I’m guessing you had a rough day?” -missp

“Yes. Scout screams like a final girl from a horror movie and demoman spilled his booze all over my table. If this job doesn’t kill them I will I swear.” -medic

“Wow…uh. I’m so sorry.” -missp

“No need to feel sorry, they might boss me around but I still have the pregnancy pen. If anyone gets out of line I’ll make them go through the worst pain of all, motherhood.” -medic

“OH.” -missp

“wtf” -scout

Spy is one of those competitive sports fans, but not in terms of sport, in terms of music. I can see him talking about his favorite jazz artist then go crazy that a pop artist who’s “nothing like *insert his fav artist*” is at the top of the billboard charts.

“HE IS MUCH MORE TALENTED THAN ANY OF THESE IDIOTIC POPSTARS. HOW THEY MAKE THESE VILE SONGS…ITS NOT ART! Nothing will compare to him, his music is like heaven to one’s ear…*rambles*”

Sniper goes to pet adoption centers to play around with the pets. He has this dog he plays with a lot, her name is Molly and he adores her.

“Your a cheeky girl aren’t cha? Your so cute…yes you are, yes you are.” He says as he’s petting Molly in his arms.

Nobody knows this except Pauling, who caught him while she was in the area. He walked in with a frown but walked out with the happiest grin shes ever seen on any man.

#tf2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 engineer #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #tf2 heavy #tf2 medic #tf2 demoman #tf2 spy #tf2 sniper #tf2 soldier #tf2 pauling

[unloved-cadillac]

Hiiii Caddyyyy I have lil request (which u can ignore if u want) I was thinking of mean mafia Levi (u know the episode where he was wearing that mf suit) with a shy asf s/o who likes to compare her tiny hands with his bigass giant hands, who likes to curl up against his chest and shit I really need some comfort rn and its totally ok if u dont want to ok?? lol (lots of love:)

C/n: I bet we all fell to our knees when we saw that. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoy🤍

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HCs on Mafia! Levi and His Shy S/o.

Boss Ackerman was the most dangerous and fiercest mafia leader. Not many had the pleasure, or displeasure, of meeting him since he preferred to work from the shadows of Liberio.

His name alone could make men tremble with fear and any thought of going against him was thrown out the window.

But not you.

You were Levi’s angel.

It was a spontaneous meeting when you first met him. He was in a car and seemed to be in a rush when you locked eyes with him. He smirked at you and when his posse jumped into the car he drove off, leaving you a blushing mess.

He found you again a few days later at the supermarket. He struck up conversation, much unlike the man, and you shyly responded to him.

What he did was dangerous and you knew that since he came to your apartment one night after an ambush. He dropped his guns on your kitchen table and he started taking off his clothes and threw them in your sink. “Gotta any lemon?” He asks, standing in your kitchen shirtless. You nod and quickly get some lemons from your fridge. You hand them to him, trying to ignore his tattoo covered body.

It didn’t help that he was ripped too.

That night he was going to leave but you wanted him to stay. “Isn’t it an bit too dangerous to go back out there?” You ask, trying to make him get the hint and he cups your cheek. “If you want me to stay, just ask.” You gulp slightly and avoid his eyes and he chuckles.

You feel his lips on your forehead and you look back at him. “Can you stay up for me?” You nod. “Good girl. I’ll be home around 2.” He says and puts on his jacket and takes his guns and head out the door, leaving you with your hands on your face embarrassed of his pet name.

It wasn’t always like this. Soon, Levi and you became a bit more serious and he decided to let the his whole “business” survive without him for a while. He’d keep tabs on them but he’d be with you while he did.

This man had a big build and look so scary but he was the sweetest boy you had ever met. He didn’t like to leave you alone, making you laugh.

He’d follow you around your house and be near you wherever you were.

You’d be doing some work at your dining room table and Levi would be right there with you. On his phone or reading.

Biting your lip as you look at him, you gently take one of his hands and place them against yours.

Levi would look at you with curiously but allow you to do whatever. “They’re so big.” He hears you say and he rolls his eyes and kisses your cheek. “You’re too cute, Y/n.”

Cuddling with Levi is a must. He never really liked people being too close or touching him but without your hand or something on him, he’d feel weird. So that’s why when you would watch TV with him, he wouldn’t even ask you, he’d just pick you up to lie on him. You didn’t complain. Man was a furnace and he was just too comfy to cuddle.

You were still really shy around him and he always tried to make you comfortable around him. He’s wrap his inked up arms around your waist and lay sweet, gentle kisses on your neck.

He’d run his hands through your hair and you’d just melt into him.

Levi loved everything about you. Especially your shyness.

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“Kitty>kitten.”

🖤🤍Thanks for reading🤍🖤

-Caddy.

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[radsplain]

All you radfems constantly shitting on trans people like you have nothing better to do in your life. Like. Have you ever even taken a minute to try to realize what it feels like to feel like your own body is wrong and awful and disgusting and you can’t stand another minute trapped in it? To starve yourself until you’re underweight just because that way you look less curvy and your breasts are smaller and you’re less feminine? To feel like you want to take a knife and cut off the parts of your body that you can’t stand to look at? Using drugs to cope with dysphoria and make your brain finally shut up? Feeling so completely isolated because no one in your life understand what it’s like to feel this way? Not being sure about any of the decisions because despite any surgery and hormone therapy in the world, you will still never be a *real* person of the other sex? As if the waiting lists aren’t months to years long anyway. You all talk like you can bring a child to a clinic and they’ll get hormones the next day. When in reality even for adults the process consists of visiting multiple mental health professionals, multiple doctors, it can all take years before you even get to start taking them? And also how it feels like having to hide your feelings from everybody because even your own family would be disgusted by you? You all act like trans people are just straight white males whose entire transition process consists of makeup and dresses and wigs and out of a desire to harass women. And yeah, those people exist. But not everyone is like that. The majority, who actually has a life outside of Twitter, isn’t like that. Not everyone is quite literally willingly letting their bodies be mutilated just to achieve what, flashing your genitals to a kid in a public bathroom? Real life is not like that at all. You’re so uneducated and naive on this topic yet talk like you’ know everything. Trans women are evil predators and trans men are poor victims of the manipulation and propaganda. Literally just read one actual trans person’s description of their life. And honestly fuck those tiktok kids inventing new genders because they want attention because you know that’s not what I’m talking about so don’t even try to use it as a talking point. There’s a fucking difference between dying your hair blue and wearing horrible “alt” clothes and going by she/they just because all your friends are doing so, and someone who has spent their entire life wishing they were born as a different sex and already showing it as a child but no one bothered to ever pay attention because kids are just quirky and weird like that. And never paying any attention to it in the rest of childhood and adolescence either, because why deal with a problem when you can easily ignore it? And yet I’ll most likely still never get to actually go through the medical or social process of transition due to societal pressure and the shitty place I live in. And I’m just one of the people with this experience that you keep mocking either due to your willful ignorance or complete lack of empathy, and I honestly don’t know which one is worse.

I mean this in the most genuine possible way, but please seek out therapy. It probably felt good to get all that out, but spilling out all of your anxieties onto random people is not going to help you with everything you listed here. This entire message literally proves my point about the gender cult and why people, especially TIFs, decide to transition. You're not "trans" (no one is, but that's a whole other post). Y'all literally just need therapy. REAL therapy, not that "gender-affirming" bs. So much of this message, especially the parts about feeling wrong and disgusting in your body and wanting to starve yourself until you're underweight to look "less feminine" is such a red flag. I'm not a doctor or psychologist, but babe you're not struggling with "gender dysphoria." You have massive body image and mental health issues that haven't been addressed and are being wrapped up in this ideology of being "trans."

I'm not going to respond to every single point you made here, but this massive tangent feels like it was more for you to let out your frustrations than for me. And that's fine, but just know nothing you said here has swayed my opinion. If anything, it's strengthened it. I do have empathy for what you're going through and I truly do wish you healing and happiness, but venting to random strangers on the internet like this really isn't going to help you.

#anon

[aykitten587]

Lust Levi ackerman x reader 18+

It's said there are 7 deadly sins, Pride, Greed, Envy, Gluttony, Wrath, Sloth, and Lust. Being born in the underground city and being sold off multiple times until eventually I was in a decent place which led to growing up alongside Armin Mikasa and Eren I was a good girl I tried my best to get good grades, never snuck out, and never did hardcore drugs that believe it or not were very present in my life as an orphan, only some drinking here and there of course most of it forced by my previous owners, which I'll be honest stopped once I was basically taken in by Eren’s family; they really were the best and only parental figures I had in my life I did my best to do the right things after my “past”. But there was always something that was a part of me that made me feel shameful, something that stayed with me even now as a “grown-up” Lust. For as long as I can remember lust has always been a part of my life seeing women throwing themselves at men seeing them in makeup and showing off their bodies, one of my last owners had their lover read me books that had lust in them and how to court a man prices to offer to them depending on which walls they’re in because I would eventually be one of his “workers” which of course didn’t happen but ever since then I was fascinated by sex . So when I joined the Scouts alongside Eren Mikasa and Armin you would think that it would subside that powerful sin and replace it with survival but it only amplified it when I met him~

Levi Ackerman…That day when he first appeared in front of my eyes after finding out Eren was a titan was a day I’ll never forget, i never felt so many emotions at once, anxiety, anger, sadness, and lust. Just from seeing him on top of the titan's disintegrating body and his voice goddamn With just one eye contact well to me it was eye contact it could’ve just been my eyes but ever since then, I felt something deep in my stomach turn and do flips. Since that moment I wanted nothing more than to just go to the restroom to take care of myself but because of Eren being a titan of course they pulled us in for questioning, that’s how strong that feeling felt somehow idk how but I felt a strong pull to him. And on Eren’s trial date when Levi was kicking Eren’s ass, I laughed a bit which did make Mikasa mad but I mean this man's confidence in holding off Eren like I get it he is humanities strongest soldier but he was still human, and that cockiness made you fall even harder. It was like Eren wasn’t the only one who flipped the switch you did too, with all these strong emotions you knew what you had to do, a mission in a way, a goal

I need him to fuck me Ever since that day the 4 of us were under Levi’s eyes and I did everything in my power to win him over whether it was cleaning in my normal clothes purposely wearing short skirts and bending over near him or purposely messing something up for him to curse at me and punish me, or even claiming I couldn’t sleep and would show up at his office and helped him with his paperwork I did everything I could to get him interested and nothing worked and not having touched myself waiting for Levi I was pent up. No pent-up was an understatement because although I was a decent user of the ODM gear and good at slicing the fake titan props I was doing a little too well almost 2nd to Mikasa-type shit which wasn’t common. All because I wasn’t relieved of myself. it felt like I was going crazy and my mood was showing in conversions.

knock knock "Captain it's y/n”

"come in" y/n walks into Levi’s office and salutes before asking what they were called in for

"I've had some comments on your recent behavior from your fellow peers as well as some comments from Four Eyes and your drills," Levi says eyes still on his papers signing some in the process clearly not interested in discussing something so trivial

"Yea and what are they" you didn't mean it to come out in a rude tone you really didn't but a part of you didn't care you were pissed off, wasn't Levi a man couldn't he feel the sexual frustration you had just by feeling the mood, and maybe it was a bad mistake because as soon as he stopped what he was doing to look up at you with his pissed off face you knew you were in for it and usually you were all up for it but when you haven't been taken care of you knew it would be such a drag.

"Y/n I’m your captain I expect you to have a proper tone with me than act like a bitch, everyone has been saying that you have been cursing nonstop and are irritated for even the simplest questions or comments not to mention Hange’s notes of your drills show that you are being reckless," Levi says getting up from his seat walking up to you " Do you really expect us to let you go out in a real battle if you're like that you'll only end up getting yourself killed within the first seconds and risk someone else’s life and it would have all led to wasted resources you need to stop bringing your personal crap to your drills, in fact, any personal crap when you're in your uniform. Don’t think because you're prettier than the others and have a better body than them means you have the right to act like a whiny brat" he says at this point practically face to face with you that you could smell his cologne that's so faint on him and yet it's engulfing you. He leans into your ear and your body tenses up "most importantly you need to stop acting like a horny bitch in heat are you that desperate for someone to fuck you"

Fuck~ you’re going to kill him your body reacted so much to his words you almost whined out in a pray to get him to go even further to use you and fuck you because he was right you were desperate but not for someone else, for him and only him you needed him so bad, too many weeks have gone by too many weeks of imagining how he would fuck you. You wanted to reach out and kiss him but he pulled away and walked back to his chair dismissing you and warning you that if he got more complaints he would have a severe punishment for you which could include suspension from scout activities with that you walked out of the room.

Weeks went by and the next thing you knew it was time for a battle, of course, it was a success with Eren plugging up the wall and because we fought back against Titans for the first time in history a celebration was made to be had and of course, liquor would be involved which was a bad idea I mean who’s idea was it to bring wine and what happened to my designated watcher Sasha I'll kill her in the morning, none of it mattered at that point you had a few more full glasses of wine than even the oldest scouts there which was a problem I have drank before but never this much but if I had to choose between sexually frustrated and being drunk I’ll choose the ladder of course though they really should have proper instructions because drinking all that wine didn't lower the lust no, in fact, it amplified it 2x more than it already was and this led to the most memorable night of my life.

As most people, they want some fresh air and so drunkenly I went out for that air forgetting that we were in the city and not in our private camp so it was only natural for some men to take advantage of a drunk girl

"hey baby~ what are you doing out here alone" one of the 2 guys speaks up putting his arm around your waist "don't hog her man, we can both use her, say baby how much”- he says while running his hand down your back to your ass before going slowly up your skirt-“for a night with us” y/n tries to move away from the 2 guys mumbling out "hmno, no,let go" the first guy grabs y/ns wrist keeping her from leaving and pulling her into him "aww come on baby a pretty whore like you must love having men pay" the second guy starts to grope y/n through their clothes while leaving kisses on their skin " n-no! stop! let go"

"She said to let her go"

"and who tf are you if you wanna fuck her wait your tur-"

y/n doesn't know exactly what happened it happened all pretty quick one second she was about to be raped and the next she was being dragged off somewhere she didn't know where but her vision was blurry due to the large amounts of wine she had so that didn’t help it wasn't until she felt herself being thrown into a room and within a few seconds her eyes focused a bit turned around to see who was with her only to be met with a guy’s back facing her body leaning into the door before turning around and walking up to her.

"c-captain…'

"shut up, you're such a fucking brat you know that right did you have fun drinking till you were incapable of protecting yourself did you enjoy finally being touched by a guy you don't know are you really some desperate bitch to let them touch you like that."

Levi was beyond furious he kept cursing and running his hands through his hair, y/n couldn't take it anymore and yelled back at him with tears in her eyes

"You think I wanted that!?! ever since I fucking joined the scouts and saw you I've been trying everything I could to seduce you and you, your fucking blind to it all are you even a man I mea-"

"Blind!?! really is that what you think, you think I didn't notice every time you would dress up to clean, you think I didn't notice the way you would look at me, I'm your fucking captain you brat and you know it's against the rules-

"wow didn't know that humanities strongest soldier was a stickler for the rules, especially in a regiment like ours, is that really your excuse-“

"y/n." he said with a stern tone

"No fuck you Levi, I've been holding back from jumping on you, you did that to me, you had to show up like a fucking god and win my heart and body over, for weeks I've been dreaming of what it would be like to have sex with you meanwhile you are so immersed in your work you don't care that I was basically throwing myself at you-

"What did you want me to do y/n to grab you and fuck you as if you were nothing but a toy to me, we are in a battle time right now, and-“

"That's exactly why! tomorrow I could die, tomorrow I could actually die and I won’t have had the chance to be with you"

Levi stares at you and sighs before rubbing his head with his fingers "You're drunk just go to bed and tomorrow report back to my office-" Levi says as he starts to walk towards the door

"Really!?! That's it walk away that's all I get fuck you, Levi Ackerman"

"That's it!" Levi rushes to you and kisses you harshly walking forward and making you walk backward until you reach the bed Levi turns around cuts the kiss and sits on the bed "On your knees now"

"w-what?" y/n says a little lightheaded the alcohol still in her system

"You want to be treated like a bitch in heat ill treat you like one on your knees now." he says pulling her down to the floor as he starts to unbuckle his pants. it takes a while for y/ns mind to process what's actually happening before suddenly Levi grabs a fistful of hair and shoves his dick inside her mouth "suck."

almost like in a trance y/n’s body starts moving while her brain is no longer functioning all those weeks that turned into months of waiting, it's finally here she finally has his cock in her mouth, and fuck she wasn't going to let it go to waste.

"fuck~shit brat just like that fuck be a good obedient brat for your captain shit" Levi's moans and groans were only making y/n wetter and wetter by the second she couldn't help herself and started rubbing her thighs together wanting friction even though she wasn't thinking clearly she was imagining Levi’s dick going into her and she couldn't help herself and starts moaning through Levi’s dick in her mouth

“oh shit brat~ you like this huh, you finally got what you wanted huh shit ~” Levi pulls himself out of her mouth just before he could release and pulled y/n into bed basically almost ripping y/n’s pants and panties off and practically ripping his own shirt off along with hers.

"you were such a fucking tease fuck-I wanted to fuck you so bad and hard you could only scream my name and mine alone, all those nights I jerked off in the shower to you. fuck you made me filthy you made me sin in a way I haven’t before. I'm gonna fuck you till the sun comes up and you're gonna take it like a good little brat okay" Levi says aligning himself at her entrance while all she could do what nod her head and whine trying to push down onto him as a sign to start now. "use your words brat come on what do you want your captain to do to your sweet little pussy huh" rubbing himself between her folds making her whine and get teary-eyed

"fuck me please captain please fuck my pussy it wants you so bad captainn ple-“ she couldn't finish her sentence when Levi pushed himself all the way into her making her scream out in pain and pleasure “Fuck you’re a virgin aren’t you shit~ so tight” Levi went slow at first but not long at all because the next thing you knew all that could hear around the room was skin slapping, y/n moaning out loud while Levi groans into her neck letting himself get loose after holding back for so long. God he was glad he wasn't imagining things he thought that you were just being naïve when you would clean around him, that there was no way you didn’t know that your ass was on view for him to see, he thought you were so pure and innocent and that he was a filthy animal for jerking off to you but after he confronted Hange about it in an indirect way though he’s sure she knew the whole time, and confirming that it was you doing it to get his attention he couldn’t help but wonder when you would be alone with Him next time it was cleaning day and after he yelled at you he regretted it because you disappeared from his view and it only made him even madder. And now today seeing you walking out he decided he would do it he would fuck you in an alleyway or something he didn't care all he cared about was claiming you as his but when he saw you practically about to be raped oh his blood boiled if he wasn't a scout he would've killed those 2 boys right then and there and chop off their hands for touching your beautiful body. He of course after getting some of his sense back knew that you were drunk and that he shouldn’t fuck you but after your mouth went off he couldn’t hold back anymore and remembering that one of them was kissing your neck he started leaving marks everywhere on it. He wanted to erase their scent and their touch from your body. You were his and he was yours that’s the way it should be and if he has to kill someone who gets in his way he’ll do it.

“fuck~l-levi~ fuck more more god p-p-lease more" Levi snapping out of his trance of it a bit pulls out and flips you over on your knees and shoves his dick back into you letting his dick reach even deeper and harder as he pulled your hair back kissing you down your back. leaving you a mess underneath him

"f-fuck brat so tight for me, huh, tell me I'm the only one you'll let have this pussy huh tell me." he demanded spanking your ass and groaning from how much you were sucking him in

" y-yours, on-only yours f-uck Levi, captain yours only yours I promise, I’ll give my heart and body to you and you alone, plzz god-i wanna cum"

“I know baby hold it in okay," Levi says before going even faster and harder making you see stars hearing how Levi’s groans started getting more panty you knew he was close and with a few final thrusts you both came but just like Levi said you weren't done till the sun came out and he stayed true to his word.

when you woke up you noticed how sore you felt and at the same time you felt happy and good, feeling an arm around your waist you turn around and see Levi sleeping-actually sleeping next to you and when looking at him you realized that the reason why your feelings were so strong stronger than ever were because your lust mixed in with the most powerful thing in the world

love.

you were stupid of course the lust taking over your body made you forget that. despite your attempts to seduce him, you both were actually having conversations about life in the underground, and even the smallest things he told you stayed with you, leaning over you, you kissed him on the lips and wondered just how life would play out now and in the future but one thing you knew was that you wished you could stay by his side throughout it all.

Bonus chapter the aftermath

“Shut up four eyes”

“How could I everyone is talking about it you and Y/n both disappeared at the same time yesterday and out of nowhere you both show up together the next day bright in the morning with lipstick stains over your uniform and marks all over Y/n I mean come on Levi, omg…what will Erwin say oh I hope he accepts it, see what did I tell you about them, should've trusted me I knew from the beginning and if you listened you could've snatched her up quicker, like idk how you didn’t considering that jean would flirt with her every day even in front of you I mean how did you not kill him then.”

“Why do you think horse face was always cleaning the horse stalls every day”

“awwww leviiiiiii” he says while Hange jumps on him and hugs him “Oi four eyes get off of me”

“Omg I have to start planning the wedding I mean it's dating now but next thing you know you’re proposing and we need to start looking for a ring I never thought you would marry first I always thought it would be Eren and Mikasa once the idiot realized his feelings and wasn’t blind-“

“four eyes you’re rambling shut up-“

Meanwhile y/n

“Wdym you can't tell us, not like we don’t know what already happened but we need the details, about everything that happened last night”

“guys I really can't say”

“y/n he's older than you by a couple of years” Mikasa says putting a hand on your shoulder looking at the marks

“so?”

“wdym so? Doesn’t that concern you-“Historia says getting cut off by Ymir who for some reason was interested in this topic

“wait y/n does he have good stamina I assume he would but idk cause of his age”

“ If I answer that question am I done?”

All the girls nod their heads

“idk what time we got to the room but we didn’t stop till the sun came out”

All the girls start going whoooing while y/n just shakes their heads “seriously you guys need some business”

#attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi x reader #aot

[percontaion-points]

Client No 5 chapters 5 & 6

This book review contains discussions of SW; reader discretion is advised.

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Chapter 5

 My makeup was less intense than I would usually wear, but still enough to make me see someone in the mirror who wasn’t little Alison Mitchell. 

JFC you mean to tell me that she’s out there, giving her actual (nick)name to clients? How stupid can she possibly be?

“No! You were great. I meant that wasn’t why I asked to see you again. Yes, the sex was phenomenal and I can’t wait to do it again, but I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, and I wanted to get to know you better.”

I know that this is supposed to be a romance novel, but dude. Come on. Don’t fall in love with a SWer. 

I sat down on the couch, defeated and trying frantically to think up more things to talk about. I’d used all my regular material at dinner and talking wasn’t something I had to do a lot of. I was way out of my depth.

Ally insists that she’s a high-class escort, yet she hadn’t owned any nice clothes, and can’t think of more than a few minutes worth of conversation. 

“Is sex a requirement? Am I obligated to have sex with you?” 

That pulled me up short. I frowned. “Well, no. Technically you’ve paid for my time, not the sex. I’ve just never had a client not want to have sex.”

Another clue that she’s not half as high-end as she’d like to think she is. I’ve heard stories from actual SWers that a lot of their time is spent simply talking to lonely men. 

His eyes grew dark as he looked up at me, and when I reached my hand down to help him up, he took it.

Chapter 5 summary: Ally used a bit of the money Scott had given her to buy some nicer clothes for her all-night date. They eat dinner at the fancy hotel restaurant, and they’re having a good time and a nice conversation. Scott owns a big publishing company, but now lives in Florida to run a sister-branch down there. He comes up to deal with board meetings and such that can’t take place via email. 

He then takes her on a carriage ride around Central Park. She asks about his use of an escort, and the nice way things have been going quickly sours. Seems he’s looking for the girlfriend experience, and one dip into Ally’s pool was enough to convince him that he’s half in love with her already. 

They go back to his hotel room, and despite him giving her an envelope of cash, he insists that he only wants to talk. She kind of encourages him that they should head towards the bed, but he asks if it’s mandatory with an escort. 

Ally is about to leave with a fraction of the offered money, but he proposes a game of strip truth or dare. Ally tries to only do dares, but he keeps saying “I dare you to tell me…” Ally is frustrated over the entire thing, and would honestly rather start taking her clothes off than actually be honest with this client. Whom she feels has crossed a line. 

Eventually, she does agree to meet up with him again tomorrow. But it’s totally not a date. Then they decide to take things to the bed. 

Chapter 6

“I thought you always flew home on Monday mornings.” 

“Normally I do, but I decided to extend my stay. I’ll fly home tomorrow.” 

“You postponed your flight because of the dare?”

This entire relationship is based around Ally screaming “GIRL, THIS IS YOUR RULE FOR A REASON. RUN.” Yet she won’t, simply because then we wouldn’t have a story. It’s maddening, honestly. 

“Great! What I want is for you to show me what a local does.”

She takes him on a make-up buying tour, and then visits her favorite nail salon. 

“No. My brother manages a car rental agency and he has very kindly let me borrow it for the day.” 

“You have a brother. Noted.”

“What’s with that noted shit? Are you creating a dossier on me or something?”

Even if you remove the escort thing, a guy making mental notes like this about a girl is a little creepy. 

“Orange?” I asked. 

“Yes, it’s so happy.” 

I poked my tongue out. “Orange is my least favorite color.”

It’s been a while since I’ve last shared this story, but…

When I was taking Japanese in high school, we’d do these exercises where we’d walk around and have “conversations” with our classmates to practise natural flow. However, we were dumb first years and barely knew any vocabulary. Sensei joked that our conversations were “junior high” conversations, and sounded a bit like this: “Do you like ice cream? I like ice cream.”

This is junior high writing right here. Where Ally and Scott are playing silly junior high games, having junior high conversation. It’s awkward and beyond tedious to read. 

“Actually, I thought you might join me,” he called over his shoulder as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Chapter 6 summary: Ally ended up falling asleep with Scott again. In the morning, over breakfast, he says that he didn’t extend his trip to be with her, because he does have a bit of legitimate business he can take care of while he’s here. 

Ally goes home, where she thinks of what “typical New Yorkers” do on a daily basis. She’s not a native, but even she knows that most of them don’t clog up tourist spots. Ally then calls up her brother and asks to borrow one of his rental cars. 

She picks Scott up, and says that typical residents get out of town on their free days. As they drive out of town, they play “2 truths and a lie”. It’s as I mentioned, a junior high conversation that’s painful to read for so many reasons. However, Ally gets kind of angry when he mentions that the only thing she seems to care about is sex. 

They eat lunch at a cafe, and then go to see the Yale campus. After they’re nearly trampled by students eager to get to their next class, Ally says that she was never that excited. They talk briefly about her 3 year stint at university, before she was forced to drop out for a yet unknown reason. 

Ally drives him back after that. He begs her to stay the night with her again, and even offers to pay. She tries to say that her brother needs the rental car back, and that it’s on the opposite side of town. Scott insists that he doesn’t mind waiting up for her. 

She returns the car, and then decides to go to Scott anyway, against her better judgement. 

#Client No. 5 #chapter 05 #chapter 06 #Ally (Client No 5) #HEADDESKING #you are stupid and you deserve to be eaten by zombies #Scott Walker #i'm done goodbye #do as i say not as i do

[spammerjammer]

My Story So Far

My boyfriend of over a year now (long distance but we’ve been together for several months irl) is very depressed and always has been. But now his controlling mother is cutting off his internet access and he wants to dump me since he can’t talk to me anymore. I can’t say I blame him, but this man promised to stay by my side forever. I know it’s corny stuff that all couples tell each other, but with all my illnesses he said he’d take care of me through (and has), this especially stings. I’d thought that after all we’ve been through together that not being able to talk very much (apart from frequent texting, basically how the beginning of our relationship was) wouldn’t drive us apart...

He’s told me before procedures that if anything went wrong he’d never find another woman, if we get married he’d never remarry, etc.. Him saying he wants to dump me because he’s “just a burden, will only start fights over this, etc.” just feels like he’s looking for a reason to leave without feeling guilty. When I was 17 and started my health journey, I knew deep down I’d probably be alone no matter how beautiful people may think I am. And that’s okay. But to have someone love me anyway and promise to stay by my side turn on me so suddenly like this, it just hurts so much deeper than if we’d never met and I was still alone. I thought we could help each other. He could take care of me physically on my bad health days and I’d help him through his bad mental health days (he said I was the only one that helped him in his life).

I just feel so unlovable. I’ve got a lot of internalized ableism, I know. It just cuts extra deep because I have reproductive health issues, and lots of men I meet treat me as “future baby maker” rather than someone with dreams of career. I’m not even capable of having children... and this man came along and said not only was this okay, but that it works perfectly since he doesn’t want any either.

He treated me like a queen for so long. He still does in some aspects, but it’s become toxic. He said he’d get better about his insecurities regarding me having male friends or wearing my normal clothes (shorts, skirts, typical egirl fashions), but he hasn’t much. He says he wants to ‘protect’ me from men harassing me irl and online (I was stalked for two years online before), but it just rubs me the wrong way. He tells me that because all my male friends asked me out in the past (one was literally in middle school and he’s later come out!) that I shouldn’t be comfy around him and should stop contact. I know it’s his insecurities, but I really dislike that whenever I tell him he shouldn’t control me like this he has a mental breakdown and talks about dumping me and unaliving himself because he’s “such a piece of shit”.

I don’t know what fucking trauma triggered this, but clearly I internalized the “I can fix him” shit way too deep and have no idea what to do. I used to see women in similar situations and questioned why they’d stay. But I get it now. He can be so amazing sometimes. And other times he’s just so terrible. I’m isolated from my friends and most of my family (apart from my parents whom I live with). I don’t know why I try to cover for him, but he begs me not to tell my parents about the stuff he texts me so I don’t. I have this stupid idea that I’ll fix him because I’ve somewhat improved him from the time we’ve met and that has to count for something. I truly want the best for him. I really do.

#personal #nobody is gonna read this anyway #my diary #I quit my job for this man like a dumbass #I’m such a fucking idiot #I was on track to be an mma fighter #crazy world

[theminecraftgay]

I have a bandaid and two bruises on my face I feel pretty in a masculine way but that’s a lot to unpack

#I could post the mini essay on toxic masculinity I spared the discord server I’m on from #or I could go “ha pretty boy hours’’ and leave it at that #injury cw #blah blah blah #I can wear men’s clothes all day and I’ll still feel like shit but the second I’m visibly injured I think I’m hot shit #sh TW// but that’s a bad mindset to have because rhats how we end up beating our own face with a water bottle for an hour bc we’re ugly #anyways I’m in denial of being a Nagito kinnie so if we could ignore the tags that’d be rad ty ty

[huenjin]

domestic disturbance.

summary — there's a murder in the richest neighborhood of seoul and there's no better detectives to find the killer besides you and bang chan. or, in which you and chan have to be a pretend couple to catch a killer.

pairing — bang chan x reader

genre — fluff, crime, smut | detectives!au, fwb!au, fake marriage!au

word count — 21k words.

warnings — mentions of crime, ie, blood, killings, (one line of) gruesome murder scene, language, along with a whodunnit plot, mentions of cheating (not the main leads), and smut | smut specifications under the cut

smut specs. — established fwb!au where they know each other's limits already, dirty talk, praise kink, grinding, marking and hickeys, choking/asphyxiation, nipple play, breast play, sex in multiple places (on the table, against the wall, on the bed), blowjob, face fucking, deepthroating, cunnilingus, clitoral stimulation, cervical stimulation, edging, overstimulation, squirting, multiple orgasms, fingering, creampie, size kink. oh well!

note — this is part of the christmas collab i’m hosting with few other mutuals. i hated this fic and then fell in love madly with it, so yes, this is my baby. there is a plot and so it’s like 50% fluff, 30% crime and 20% smut, okay? i hope you enjoy this fic as much as i loved writing it! much love x

"Did I have to come in today?" 

"Mayor Arsehole came in," you hear from the phone and you quickly hop off your bed, throwing the phone back on to the bed after putting it on speaker and rushing to the washroom to grab your toothbrush.

"What does he want now?"

You squeeze the end of the toothpaste carefully, pushing a good amount of toothpaste onto the bristles of the brush before shoving it into your mouth, brushing against the enamel of your teeth quickly and you rush back to your bed.

Chan, on the other end of the phone, plays with the pen on his table, clicking the piston on the top of the mechanical device. He watches the Mayor move his hands dramatically and the Captain trying to make the Mayor understand.

He gets back to you. Dropping the pen, he sits up straight, "Anyhow, come in quick. My gut tells me that they'll call us in, so make it quick. Wait—"

You rush back to the bathroom in a hurry, spitting into the sink and turning the tap on, quickly cleaning your mouth and your face, following a small skincare routine that fits your busy schedule.

"What?" You say after forever and Chan screams, "I knew it."

"Did you just wake up?"

"Yes," you respond, and pull your clothes up from your body and down by the side of the bed mindlessly. 

"Holy shit," Chan laughs. "It's nine. Han's going to be so mad. He thinks you're in office already." You hear his chair reclining back and you roll your eyes. "Plus," his voice lowers and you stop in your tracks, hand midway to grab your faux leather jacket.

"What now?"

"I didn't even keep you occupied last night," Chan teases. "Imagine if I did."

"I'm hanging up, you bastard," you yell and Chan laughs, his laughter resonating through your small room and making you smile softly. 

"Come quickly, little minx," and he hangs up. You hop back onto your bed, and pulling the pair of thigh high boots you always wear from underneath the wooden framing of the bed, you bury your feet into them and look at your phone.

Bang Christopher Chan is perhaps the only reason you are excited to go to work. That, and lying, murderous bastards.

Down at the station, twenty minutes later (still possibly the best record you've held so far), you rush into the office, heels clinking against the tiles and Chan's waiting for you by his cubicle, smirk prominent on his face and arms folded. 

"The queen's here," he teases and you glare. Huffing as you pause right in front of him, you look over his shoulder to see the Mayor still talking to the Captain.

"I'm not late," you squeal, hitting the air in joy and Chan lets you have your moment before sitting back on his chair and breaking it.

"They called for us twice already," Chan tells you and you shudder at the impending doom. You can already feel Captain Han talking about cutting your paychecks for the month for tardiness. You sit on his table, one leg on the ground and the other dangling, heel slightly grazing Chan's black denims.

"What did you tell them?"

He picks up the pen and stares at you, clicking the pen. You narrow your eyes at him, staring at the pen and mumbling, "Stop that, Chan. I've told you it's annoying."

"I do it to annoy you. That's the whole point," he raises his eyebrows obviously and you click your tongue against him and move closer.

"Now," you press on. "What did you tell Ji?"

"Oh, that you have diarrhoea?"

"What the fuck?" And you bend forward, hitting the built man before you, your fists hammering down on his hard biceps and chest. "Why would you say that?"

Chan raises his hands in defense, trying to block as many of your hits as possible. He whines, laughing amusingly at your reaction. He holds your wrists quickly to halt your actions and tugging at them, pulling you closer, he raises an eyebrow, "What else am I supposed to say? That you didn't come in yet?"

You gulp, eyes widening in surprise at the sudden intimacy that you pull yourself away and sit straight, dangling your legs slightly. You tilt your head and look at him. Clicking your tongue in annoyance, you say, "Valid point you make there, sir."

"When have I not made valid points?" Chan leans back on his chair, arms folded and he looks at you intently, his eyes staring into your soul and you raise your eyebrows. 

"Wh—"

"The two of you," you hear the voice boom through the room. Chan and you turn your heads to look at Captain Han Jisung pop his head through the slightly opened door and calling the two of you. "In my room, now."

"Uh oh," Chan mumbles under his breath as he stands up. "Someone's in trouble."

"It's probably you," you glare at him. Hopping off his table, you stand firmly on your boots, tapping your feet slightly in confidence. Chan walks forward and you take longer strides to keep up with him.

"It could never be me. I'm the district's star detective."

"When hell turns cold, yeah."

You and Chan step into Captain Han Jisung's office. He sits behind the wooden desk and Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin stands next to him. The glass walls behind him show a clear view of the beautiful city of Seoul. You smile as you proceed to sit before the Captain, leg on top of the other. Chan sits next to you.

The pictures from a file are scattered all over his table, facing the two of you and your hand instinctively reaches out to grab one. It's a man's body — gruesome enough with the blood that covers it — impaled brutally on the sharp fence spikes.

Chan's eyebrows shoot up and he coughs in surprise. He looks at Jisung with disdain for a short minute before he says, "That is totally not helping with my holiday spirits, Han."

"Captain Han," Jisung reaffirms as he looks at Chan with a glare and gestures at how he should show him respect at least in front of the Deputy Mayor. You chuckle slightly under your breath before putting the picture back on the table.

"What exactly are we looking at, Captain?"

Jisung clears his throat and bends forward to explain, "That is Kim Jihoon. Or at least whatever is left of him. He was found like this today morning by his neighbour. Apparently he fell three stories from his balcony. Kim Jihoon is a data analyst in Samaun Tech—"

"And more importantly, a model resident in the UN Village community." Changbin is stern and his eyes pierce into both yours and Chan's soul as if it demands the two of you to solve the murder right this minute.

"UN Village?" Chan's eyes narrow and your head turns so quickly to look at him. Does he know of the area? "That's the new gated community down in the city, right?"

Changbin scoffs, smirk plastered on his face as he looks away. "Yes, Detective. It's one of the most luxurious communities in Seoul. I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about it."

"Hey—" You raise your voice to come to Chan's defense. However, the man is quick himself.

"Oh, I'm pretty sure I have an idea what it is like. Just a bunch of rich old men sitting with their glasses of wine as they are locked away from the city's woes by their big high walls. I have watched enough Sky Castle."

You laugh, eyes wrinkling in mirth as you hear Chan take offense. You raise your hand up and your partner claps at it, laughing with you. Changbin scoffs again before turning to look at Jisung who clears his throat to stop the two of you from laughing and to bring your attention back.

"I've brought the two of you in here because you will be investigating the death of Jihoon."

"But—"

"It's Christmas in a few days!"

"We're not in office, Ji," you whine. "Felix and Soojin would be taking our shifts for that week. You gave us the permission after the last case. Don't you remember?"

"Is that how much you care about the citizens?" The mayor shoots at the two of you and for a minute, you cower in your seat, before Chan looks at you worriedly as you recoil. 

"Hey, hey, hey," his eyebrows furrow together in anger at the Mayor and you worry if Chan's going to completely lash out. He never did like Changbin in the first place. That and now this and you know this could end bad. "We care enough about the citizens. But look at you. The Mayor comes down personally to hand in a case only when it's some rich community. What? Do you have an apartment there?"

"While you think this highly of me, I can't help but humble myself here," Changbin slams his fist down and Chan rises up. Uh oh! The Mayor edges forward as he continues, "I am very much concerned about the city as well."

"Please," Chan rolls his eyes. Jisung is about to pipe in and stop the conflict when Changbin continues proudly. 

"I'll have you know that the UN Village is one of the most exciting residential areas to live in, in Seoul and is one of the most beneficial developments made in a decade here. If it is successful, I can drive almost millions to the city through estate taxes and commerce. And must I remind you of how that is the biggest point in my political agenda—"

"Your political agenda!" Chan is at his patience's end and your arm stretches out to grip at his shirt, to pull him back from fighting but your partner is so caught up in his anger that he doesn't feel you pull at him. "Must I remind you that you are still the Deputy Mayor!"

"Stop it, both of you!" Jisung slams his hands on the table and you let out an exasperated sigh as you sit up straight. "This is a murder and I won't have the two of you argue over here. Deputy Mayor Seo, if you are done conveying what you came here for, I will have to ask you to leave. I need to talk and assign work to my detectives."

"Absolutely," Changbin smiles widely — almost borderline fake — before walking away and reminding Jisung, "I hope you remember what I asked of you, Captain." He bangs the door shut and Jisung mumbles incoherent words under his breath. Needless to say, it was safe to presume they were words hoping good will for Deputy Mayor Seo Changbin.

"Now the two of you," Jisung points at both Chan and you. He gestures at the built man to sit down. "You will be taking this case up. I will not have a word against it."

"But—"

"Unless you want your sex tape to be released and the two of you want to be suspended for indecent public behaviour."

"What?" Both you and Chan tell at the same time, looking at each other in nothing but sheer confusion and shock at the same time. It was clear that you and him have not made a sex tape or publically — fuck. Unless it is that.

"I mean, I was definitely not interested in seeing my star detectives getting on with each other in the evidence room." Jisung raises his eyebrows.

"Are you blackmailing us, Han?" Chan's tongue prods at his inner cheek in frustration. Today was supposed to be a good day, so he wonders why things are going down the hill.

"I guess." He lifts an eyebrow at you and you click your tongue before leaning forward and taking the picture.

"Fine. I'm in."

"I don't mind getting a copy of the sex tape," Chan mumbles and you hit your partner with your elbow over his nonchalance. You are not going to get suspended. It was too much for your reputation. 

"Good," Jisung smiles. You stare at the picture carefully, looking at how the sharp spikes of the fence pierces into the man's abdomen, pinning him to the fence. Chan is about to take the picture from your hand when you ask,

"This could be an accident."

Chan takes it and looks at it before nodding, "Yeah. You know how rich drunk people are. They might have partied too hard and stumbled and fallen off their balcony."

"I thought that," Jisung mumbles before searching through the pictures. He lifts one off the table and hands it to you. "Until I was informed that this is the second murder UN Village has witnessed in less than a month."

The photo Jisung hands you is of a woman. She lies face down, her stomach pierced through by the sharp spikes of the fence — a bloody contrast to the fresh greens in her yard.

"Why am I celebrating my holidays like this?" Chan groans, as he leans towards you, his arms touching yours. He looks at the pictures and then at you for a short while as he watches you observe the photo carefully. The gears in his head are turning and his emotions are an array of mess but he reminds himself to focus on the case in hand. That is exactly what you would have wanted him to do. 

"She's Yoon Yerin, who lived just up the street from Kim Jihoon. She was found like this two weeks ago." Jisung points out. 

"Can't still label murder, Han. As Y/N said, it could be just an accident. They could be drinking red wine and partying, screwing each other on balconies. Hell, I'm surprised that only two have died so far."

You suppress your amusement and look at Jisung who explains, "I thought the same as well, detectives. The possibility exists—"

"Heh," Chan lifts his lips slightly and nudges you, almost as if he is telling you that the two of you have lesser work to deal with. 

"—but there is also a chance of an exceptional clever murderer behind all this. So please," he turns to look at both you and Chan with an extra intimidating glare, "Look at this case with an open mind."

"You've our word," you smile widely, keeping the photos back in the file. 

"Thank you," the Captain looks comforted. "I cannot hear more from the Mayor, I swear to God. Now, you'll go into UN Village and investigate these deaths as soon as possible."

"And?"

"If there is a murderer, you must identify him as discreetly as possible and if these are just accidents, uhm," Jisung clears his throat, rubbing the back of his head, "We'll just put out a notice in talks of their safety, I guess."

Jisung stretches back in his chair, folding his arms and looking at the two of you proudly, "You guys are the best darn detectives we've got."

"Of course," Chan sneers. "Why else would you take our breaks away using some sex tape as some kind of blackmail? You're a nasty captain."

"He'll be forever salty about this, huh?" Jisung raises an eyebrow at you.

"Nah," you chuckle. "He's secretly overjoyed about being able to work during the holidays."

"As if!"

"We could just go now and investigate—"

"No, you cannot." Jisung sighs. "This is where I'm kind of helpless. The Deputy Mayor specifically mentioned how we are not allowed to poke around, cause chaos and make a scene."

"What? Why?" Chan slightly shifts in his chair, in agitation.

"It'll draw the media in like vultures."

"So?" You furrow your eyebrows. Why does this smell rotten?

"So, the two of you will go in under cover." Jisung smiles. "I doubt it would be an issue for the two of you." 

"Undercover? Undercover as what?"

Twenty fours hours later, you are here. 

A large group of suburbanites are gathered on a perfectly sculpted front lawn. They stand around the stainless steel barbeque rack and are talking. You gaze further, your back pressed against the big lorry that carries furniture to furnish the new house. 

"I can't believe we're doing this," Chan sighs. He helps the man take out the sofas from the lorry. His biceps bulge and you smile, eyes lingering for a minute on the vein that is prominent over it. 

"Please," you laugh, head thrown back. "When I said I wanted to get married, you were there in the list, yes," you tilt your head and snigger. "But you were definitely not my first candidate."

"Lies," Chan teases. "I was your only other candidate, work being the first."

"Don't make me throw this chair at you."

Chan laughs, taking the chair from your hand and walking back in to settle it down onto the floor. Your head shifts back to look at your new neighbours, two of them waving at you and making their way to you. Chan comes out of the house right then, watching the two walk towards you.

Chan bends down to the side to whisper to you, "Do we have to go speak to them? I—"

"Of course. We can't be rude to them."

Chan holds onto your arm, whining like a little child, "But why? I hate rich people."

"Because I'm your wife now," you scrunch your nose at the title. "Listen to me and go with the flow. Just remember that you're Bang Chan, leading specialist in maxillofacial surgeries, hoping to start over in this area of the city—"

"And you're my beautiful wife, my other half, Y/N," he lifts your hand after entangling them with his, your silver ring bright on display and he takes a step forward.

"Now let's go, honey!"

The other couple walks towards the two of you simultaneously, stopping midway upon reaching you. You tilt your head, shifting your gaze to a softer look as you look at the couple, before clutching onto Chan's hand a little tighter.

"Hi, I'm Y/N and this is my husband, Chan. We just moved right next door."

The tall man with a hair messy on top of his head smiles, although it seems very superficial. Yet again, Chan did mention how rich people could never smile sincerely. He tells you, stressing every alternate syllable, "It's so nice to have you here, Y/N, Chan. We are so glad you could shift right before our Annual Holiday Barbeque."

He stretches his arms out towards Chan. Your partner heaves a huge sigh in silently before holding his hand and giving it a firm shake. The other man continues, "I'm Park Rowoon, the president of the local homeowners' association and this beauty here is my wife, Jieun."

Jieun's face contorts into a huge, gleaming and completely insincere grin. She holds onto her husband's bicep, fingers digging into the flesh, "Well, isn't he a dear?" She laughs high pitched. "It's so nice to meet you." She rushes forward to hug you, her arms wrapping around your frame and giggling into your frame. You hug her back, albeit awkwardly, laughing slightly at the gesture.

On the other hand, Rowoon extends his arms out to take Chan's hand in for a shake. The hand holds his, and squeezes it hard enough to hurt as he raises an eyebrow at him. Chan jolts in surprise, trying to squeeze back as he grits his teeth.

You pull back from Jieun and notice the two males holding each other's hands so tightly that it has turned pale. Chan does not seem to back out and rather squeezes back further every single time Rowoon's grip on his tightens. That is, until the older male pulls his hand back and looks at Chan, after shaking his hand a little bit, flexing it.

"You okay, baby?" Jieun rushes to her husband's side, and wrapping her arms around his, she just out her lower lips and looks at him with a dazed and madly-in-love look, "Are you hurt?"

"Nah," he pulls at the dead skin of his lips. "Just the old carpal tunnel acting up. Age, right?" He laughs, locking a fixed gaze at Chan and you quickly rush to his side, locking your arms with his as you laugh.

"Definitely. Don't worry about it. You still look as young and charming as ever."

Rowoon laughs before asking you, "So you're shifting right next door, huh?"

"Yes!" You lift up your lips a lot more than when you usually smile. "Did you see our moving truck? It was quite immediate but I'm glad. This society is so good and just right enough to start a family together." Chan's eyes widen and he looks down at you, nostrils flaring in surprise as he chokes on air. You stand on your toes, kiss his cheek before settling down and smiling at the couple before you. "I desperately want to."

Family? With you? Fuck. 

"Y-yes," Chan's breath hitches and he gets the word out. He'd be down to start a family with you but how could he even suggest a relationship when you just look at him like a friend? A friend who you can come to when you're needy and sexually frustrated.

"My husband's very observant. He saw your truck the other day itself!" Jieun exclaims proudly.

Chan's eyebrows shoot up as he stares at the man. He doesn't already like him and one more wrong step and he is ready to pin some crime down on him. Rowoon is flattered by his wife's comment.

"I do like to keep a close eye on the neighborhood. After all, vigilance is the first step in ensuring a beautiful and safe community. Talking about which, I couldbt help but notice that you have a bird feeder." 

Rowoon stares hard at the wooden bird feeder behind the two of you. Chan and you turn to look at and he laughs. You look proudly at it. A heirloom – almost – of yours, Chan (and Jisung) agrees to let you bring it with you. (They agreed to it when you explained how your neighbors hated you and they would harm it the minute you left sight of it for a long time.) You look at Rowoon with eyes so bright as you begin to explain. Your partner, on the other hand, arms still locked with yours, looks at you with stars beneath his eyes and you are responsible for them. It's admiration. Sheer, peak admiration.

"It's an antique, you know. My grandfather carved it himself out of—"

"Yeah, great, that's lovely." Rowoon cuts you off and the smile disappears off your face, your eyes losing their shine. Chan clutches his fists in anger, head shooting back to face the stupid old man for making his wife mad — his partner sad. The old man continues, "The thing is wooden bird feeders are against the UN Village Homeowners' Charter."

"They are?" You look back at the wooden bird feeder. You bite on the lower lip to hide your disappointment, eyes squeezing shut to hold yourself alright. 

"I'm afraid so." You turn your head back to look at him. Chan quickly unlinks his arms from yours and you look at him, worriedly. Was he going to start a fight? Please, God, no. You glance in worry till he interlocks his fingers with yours as he holds your hand tightly. The warmth seeps through you and your lips pucker unknowingly at how comforted you feel. 

Rowoon continues explaining, "They tend to give off a country farmhouse vibes and aesthetic which is not exactly what we are going for."

"I'm sor—"

Chan clicks his tongue, preventing you from apologising. He pulls you towards him, a little bit closer than the two of you already were. Your partner glares at the man before huffing out loudly and saying, "You run a pretty tight community here, Rowoon, don't you think? Respect the rules or you're out." Rowoon stiffens upon hearing the words before Chan laughs, stretching his other arm out to pat his shoulder. "I'm kidding. Just kidding."

Jieun steps in right then to smoothen out the tension as she claps her hands together, laughing, "Aren't the two of you the cutest? Are you newly weds or?"

"Yes. I mean, it's been a year, but being married to her feels like falling in love all over again for every single day of my life." Chan locks his eyes with you and you gulp. The words hit deep, so deep that you know you shouldn't be fluttered, or flustered. This is Chan. He couldn't be serious.

"Ah, so cute," she squeals. Rowoon looks at his wife with a raised eyebrow before looking at the two of you again.

"Listen. I've to go check on the grill and grab something to eat. You should swing by later tonight and meet the rest of the members of the society. I'm sure they'll love you."

"Of course. We do want to finish a bit of the moving in and stuff today and maybe put up the Christmas decorations soon, but we'll be there. Guaranteed." Chan tugs at your hands to pull you back. You nodded and waved at Jieun. 

"Bye!"

Chan quickly rushes you back into the house before finally letting out a huge sigh. He runs a hand through his hair before letting his back hit the door. You look at him and giggle lightly into your hand. 

"Don't laugh," he glares. "I swear to God, if I have to spent more time talking to Rowoon—"

"You're doing so well, idiot," you laugh, throwing your head back. "We just need to dig in a little bit, talk a lot and confirm that these were accidents."

"Y/N, baby," You breathe slowly upon hearing the term. A sure endearment that Chan has always used but for to hear it roll out of his mouth in places this homely felt different, made you feel different. "If I have to spend more time with Rowoon, I will come up with another theory and it would probably be a suicidal one."

"Don't screw this up, yah!" You hit the back of his head. "The last thing I want is a suspension just because I was caught fucking you in the evidence room."

"Like you didn't enjoy it," Chan leans forward, nose brushing against yours almost. You can feel his breath fanning against your face and the temperature rising. Your hands are firm on his chest before you push him back, fanning yourself with your hand. You tie your hair up into a ponytail before pointing at the boxes by the side of the door.

"Get to work, husband. We don't have time to waste."

"The pepper next to the salt, Chan. Why would you put turmeric there?"

"You'd be one whiny arse motherfucker for a wife," he groans and angrily shuffles the bottles in their right order. "Why are we even arranging all this? Let's just wrap this up in like two days and go celebrate Christmas back at the station."

"I'm not going to take risks. It's Christmas. I celebrate every single Christmas," You mumble. "At least the bare minimum. And if this Christmas has me celebrating it with you, I will. I will give you the best Christmas ever."

"I don't celebrate Christmas, Y/N."

You place the cutlery in the shelves. You leave the kitchen after finishing every single arrangement of the same. Chan follows you into the main living room. You stop in your tracks when you hear Chan say the words and you turn, eyes shooting up.

"Why?"

"Mum left dad in winter. Didn't feel right to celebrate Christmas when she was at home. It's a bitter memory for her, you know?" You nod, eyes looking at him with understanding rather. He sits down, lifting his legs up and stretching it over the table. Your eyes widen and you narrow at his legs.

"Feet. Off. The. Table." You glare. 

"Why?"

"Because it's disgusting." You groan. You sit down by his side once he puts his feet off the table, huffing at you. He turns to look at you and you respond finally.

"Do you, maybe, want to celebrate Christmas with me this year?"

Chan's a romanticist (though he wouldn't ever admit it). He believes in how destiny is meant to unite two people like one magnet for another, one jigsaw piece matching just another. He also believes that you are something special to him because his mind worries over you, his heart gravitates to you in a crowded room. 

Felix told him that it's probably just sheer concern for his longest partner ever. That your heart tends to feel weird stuff for people that protect you, for people that take bullets for you. 

But today, right now, when you tilt your head to the side, resting it on your arm as you wrinkle your eyes in mirth and ask him, his heart skips a beat. Maybe two. He is lost in his thoughts, emotions on an overload and he wonders if you would ever see him in a different light.

"Chan?"

He snaps out of it. He laughs, almost at himself, as he runs his hand through this hair. "Do I have an option? Han made sure our Christmas would be stuck here."

"I'm the best option you have, dude. That, or it was you and your can of beer and your football marathon."

"Maybe."

You still, your head lifting up to look at him. Chan looks at you like he has so much to say to you, so much stuff that conflicts within him but words he would never say out loud. You wish he could. Your head turns to the small Christmas tree inside the house — bare, empty and green. The one extra along with the big one outside every house in the UN Village.

"We could start by decorating that. Yeah."

You hop off the sofa and rush to take the decorative goods from the suitcase. All on command from Captain Han Jisung, courtesy of the very same man who bought so many of the decorations. Chan turns his body, arms folded on the head of the sofa as he watches you scramble in search of something. 

You take the decorative items out from the suitcase, putting it by the side as you search for something. Chan walks towards you, squatting as he watches you look before he holds your wrist and halts your actions.

"What are you searching for? I could help you."

"It's this bluetooth speaker I thought I brought," you shake Chan's grip away before undoing the zip on the other side of the suitcase. "I really thought I brought it. Shit."

"Hey, hey," Chan sits on the floor as he watches you. "It's alright. You can put whatever you want to put on the speaker. It'll be loud enough for the two of us."

You turn to look at him, before falling back on your ass and sitting. You fold your arms around your knees close to your chest and you smile, "You don't mind me blasting Christmas Carols during tree decoration time, right?"

Chan laughs at your innocence. Something so soft, so pure about it, about how you loved Christmas so much. He wants to hold you close — oh so close — the need almost overcomes him but he holds back. 

"I don't mind."

"Yay," you squeal, getting back on your feet and rushing to your phone on the table. "I have this collection of Christmas Carols that we primarily put every year–" Chan watches you scroll through your music library to find the collection and he knows you have when your whole face lights up like the goddamn star on this awfully green tree. "Tada, it starts with my favorite carol, Deck The Halls."

Chan's never understood the hype around carols but for you, he will try today. You increase the volume to the highest, and place the phone back on the table before rushing back to Chan and the suitcase. Your partner takes the fairy lights in his hand and lifting it up, he looks at you quizzically.

"How do you go about this?"

"There's no right or wrong way, Channie. Trust me. We are all swinging it and hoping that it turns out right," you reassure. You take the fairy lights from his hold and stand up. "I can show you what my family does." You walk to the tree, about a good amount of inches taller than you still.

The carol plays in the background like some beautiful serenade wrapping around the two of you. Chan stands a step behind you watching you carefully wrap the fairy lights right around the inside bark of the tree and plug it in to the extension box by the side. The white lights flickered bright and shine on your face that is close to the tree. 

Chan stares. He can't pull away. You hold his breath, captivate his gaze and have him completely enthralled. Your eyes sparkle — hell, you sparkle more than those stupid fairy lights. 

He is so charmed by you that he doesn't realise how you've been trying to catch his attention for a while.

"Chan?" And then you hit his arm, the whole police academy teaching style. "Focus, will you?"

"Fine," and he takes one of the christmas ornaments, hanging them up on one of the spikes. "Is this how it is?"

"You're doing so well, don't worry."

And with the carols in the background, the two of you slowly put the ornaments up, laughing occasionally at Chan wearing the ornaments by hanging them on his ears instead. Another set of fairy lights are draped perfectly over the tree. The stockings are hung by the side and everything is exactly as you remember Christmas decorations to be inside and you realise it's not much different from the Christmases you usually have.

The tree is there. The lights are there. The desserts will be coming. The memories are still made and your loved one is still here. Nothing is different.

"Help me hang the star up," you look at Chan. He tilts his head to the side and his eyes fix on the battery operated star in your hand.

"Did Jisung really give us all that?"

You nod, "Yeah. He told us to sell the story well. Apparently movies lie and that rich people are not all that dumb."

"You sure?" Chan sniggers. "That dude we met there seemed pretty dumb if he wouldn't even let you keep your bird feeder over some stupid aesthetics."

"Don't remind me," you groan. "Now, come here and hold me up." You stretch your arms slightly and Chan's trying his best not to giggle at how cute you looked in the minute. 

His hand is warm against your sweater, heat seeping through as he lifts you up, grip strong on your waist. Your legs intuitively wrap around his torso to protect yourself and you stretch your arms out. You try placing the star above and Chan edges closer to the tree when he knows he's a bit far off. You finally place it successfully above and switch it on. It lights up pretty and your heart warms up at the joy of completing the tree decorations.

And then, Chan suddenly jolts you up in his hold. You fall forward, arms wrapping around his neck and face brough so close to his that you can see the sparkle underneath his eyes that glisten for you. You stiffen in his hold as he wraps his arms around you tighter and in the very next minute, Chan's lips have found yours.

It's soft and gentle as it moves against yours, taking your lower lip within seconds. In that kiss was the sweetness of passion and the reconfirmation of million memories spent together. It moves so gently against his plump ones that you know you're drowning in everything Bang Chan is and that it's creeping — he is creeping slowly into your veins and contaminating your being to a point where it would hurt to live without him.

Chan holds you tightly against him, holding your entire weight in his arms like you are his whole world. His hands squeeze your waist as if he is reminding himself that you are still here with him, sharing this holiday with him. And when Chan pulls back, you realise.

In his kiss, you are home.

"Why did you—" You barely manage to piece words together with the help of your clouded brain. "Uhm, why did you kiss me?"

Chan blushes. The apples of his cheeks heat up at the sudden question and it surprises him how he could still blush at you after all this while. He looks behind you, trying to stall away some time from answering until his eyes land on the creeping mistletoe with white buds around.

"Mistletoe!"

"What?"

"Behind you," Chan points, holding you up with one arm wrapped around your waist. "There!" You turn to look behind, one arm still around his neck while the other is by your side. 

"Oh, it's a mistletoe." You blush and look down at how Chan holds you up. "You could put me down now, Chan."

"Oh yeah." And he slowly lowers you down onto the ground. His cheeks are still stained slightly before he rubs his fingers, fidgeting with it and finally exclaiming, "Ah look at the time. We've got to get ready for taht barbecue shit they are hosting." He turns you around and pushes you to the room the two of you are sharing. "Hurry!"

You laugh, head still dazed over the kiss. It goes back and repeats it over and over again till you feel the temperature in you shoot up and has you wanting emotionally so much more.

After all, this was the first time Chan has kissed you like that and it did not end with sex.

The smell hits your nose before anything else. The smell of fresh beef being roasted and the toxic smell of rich people partying. Although you cannot quite exactly explain how rich people smell if someone asked you. They just smell. . . rich.

Dammit. Now you'll associate this fine rich smell of first class beef with stupid rich people. 

"At least it's good meat." You mumble.

"That's what she said," Chan laughs at his own joke. You open your mouth in disbelief, nudging him with your elbow. Across the lawn, by the pool side of Jieun's lawn, you see her and a couple of other ladies waving at you to come towards them.

"I'll have to go over there. Anyhow, get as much as information as you can, alright?" You turn to look at Chan before walking backwards. "I'll come over soon once it gets too nauseating for me, please."

"Sure," he waves at you and you turn around and walk as elegantly as possible to the posh ladies sitting there. Chan, on the other hand, decides to head to the group around Rowoon that almost look like a bunch of Mayor Arseholes to him.

You walk towards Jieun who is sitting a hot tub. The hot tub bubbles and you raise an eyebrow at the amount of wealth this family has amassed over the years. A table full of snacks rests under a nice canopy and a very intoxicated lady sways from the left to the right by the side of it. 

"Sookyung-ah," Jieun waves at the inebriated female, "Meet the newest member of our little neighbourhood, Y/N."

Sookyung is loud. So loud that you wonder maybe Chan is right about rich people — that they drink, merry and party all day long. She waves her hands, eyes blinking a little too much as she welcomes you, "Nice to meet you! Have a drink!"

She shoves a big glass of brownish looking liquor that reeks of rum. You take a sip of it courteously. The liquid flows down your throat, the burning feeling distinct on your throat. Your eyes wrinkle in surprise, "That's strong, whoa."

"Of course, darling, it is," she smiles widely and it should have repulsed you. However, it is the only genuine smile you have found in this whole neighborhood so far. Sookyung continues, "How else are we supposed to get through the day?"

"Is this how it usually goes?" You laugh nervously. "Us girls sneak off to grab a drink while the boys beat the chests out at front?"

"Ooh," Sookyung gushes. "I think I'm going to like you a lot, darling." 

Jieun takes a sip of her orange coloured cocktail as she circles her glass lightly, letting the liquid shake inside. You tilt your head backwards, staring up at the stars only to notice how it is a full moon tonight. A soft smile spreads across your lips as you think of the one person you associate with the moon; your partner.

Jieun leans forward after placing her drink back on the table. She nudges Sookyung and raises an eyebrow at you, "Sookyung-ah, did you see her husband?"

You blush at the term. This will take a while to get used to. "Was he the tall, broad shouldered guy in the suit?" She hums in approval and your eyebrows furrow downward in displeasure. "Talk about a prime cut of meat!"

"I know, right?" Jieun giggles. "I saw him and started to drool."

Your cheeks heat up ridiculously. You can feel your heart beating a lot quicker and it is a weird sense of pride that swells up within you over a man you can't even completely call yours now. You fidget with your fingers, black dress riding up your thigh as you shift in your seat nervously, "I guess Chan is a good looking man."

"Chan? Is that his name?" Sookyung laughs, "That's an understatement of the year. I would wish to strip him down, slather him up with butter and just eat him up." Your face couldn't help but morph into one of disgust at her words. At this point, you are borderline disturbed.

"That's, uhm, very vivid thoughts you have of my husband."

"Ah, dear," Sookyung leans forward and holds your hand, rubbing it in her grip. "We were joking. But you must tell us—"

Jieun breaks her and smiles so wide as she looks at Sookyung, grinning and then at you, "What is he like in the sheets?"

They laugh together and you look at the two of them. So this is what a rich bunch of ladies too. Gossip and talk unfiltered. You had only two options at this point, or maybe three — a) stay quiet and let them do the talking, b) tell them off for talking about Chan this inappropriately, c) talk with them and get more information under the guise of being one amongst them. You swear to the heavens that you would rather do option b, but for the sake of this crime, you decide to do what Captain Han Jisung would have told you to follow.

"He's a fucking tiger," and you laugh the fakest laugh you could ever pull out, albeit not because Chan wasn't good in between the sheets or anything (he was an almighty beast with his technique, yes) but because you never thought you'd live to see the day you'd use words like that, in any situation at all.

"Called it!"

"Tell us everything!"

You take a sip of your drink and cross your legs as you sit up straight, almost feigning arrogance, "I'm not one to kiss and tell but let's just say that Chan makes me very happy about," you grin and pause, trying to catch the ladies' attention on every single word of yours, "Twice a day or so."

"Twice a day?" Sookyung gasps.

"If he's just very much in the mood, I know I'm not going to walk for days together. Not that that is an issue. Chan is the sweetest and takes care of me," you flutter your eyelashes.

Jieun taps at her chest, huffing, "Be still my beating heart. Be still."

Sookyung sighs, stretching back on the reclining chair, "These days, Ilsung and I get it on like once a month or so and that's like for a minute. How disappointing."

"They are newly married, Sookyung," Jieun stilts her head in acknowledgement. "It's been a year of their marriage or so." She takes a bite of the cookie from the plate by the side and you smile as she looks at you.

"It seems like you're all pretty open in this neighborhood," you point out and twirl a strand of your hair that lets loose before your eyes. 

"Oh we share everything," Jieun says and Sookyung scoffs, before picking up a cookie and her strong drink.

"Some more than others." She scowls so visibly that Jieun has to furrow her eyebrows at her and signal something with her gaze before Sookyung looks away to the right. 

The backdoor of the house behind opens and you turn to look at a lanky woman walking in with a tray of cookies. It is the same one that you have on the table already and you look at her. The glow on her face is long gone, her eyes losing the sparkle and you wonder if she is going through something.

Sookyung frowns and mumbles under her breath, albeit a bit too loudly, "Great. This party suddenly took a sip into Depressionville now."

You lean back into Jieun and mumble, "Who's that?" 

Jieun leans into you and is about to whisper when Sookyung runs her mouth free, "That's Somin. An absolute downer."

You bite your lip out of anxiety, surprised by how Sookyung really does run her mouth a bit too much — a lot enough to cancel her off your list of suspects almost. Jieun hisses at the other woman before telling you, "Her husband was Kim Jihoon and he died yesterday so," she clears her throat, "She's quite rattled, to say the least."

"Then shouldn't she be mourning at her husband's house or funeral home for a few days? The fact that she's already here seems so crass." Sookyung shakes her head, disappointed. You gulp and watch the woman, Somin, come closer and Sookyung, folding her arms tighter. 

The minute Somin is in your periphery though, both Jieun and Sookyung smile so brightly and that's when you realise that nothing you see and nothing you hear could be trusted here. It's the world of the rich and everyone wants to come out on top.

"It was so nice of you to come out," Sookyung waves and calls her closer. Jieun nods and you see how she walks slowly towards them, a sad smile on her face and her tray held strongly.  

Somin speaks softly, almost as if she should not, "I probably should have stayed inside." She holds out her tray as she stretches her arms outwards. On the tray are many round cookies with cracked lines on their surfaces, a bit too deep than normal. They look sad. Just as their maker does. 

You wait for the other two women to do something and when they take a piece of cookie, you follow suit and take one. The distinct taste of cinnamon fills your mouth and you hum in approval even if the cookie wasn't the best out there, "Ah, these snickerdoodles taste good!"

"Thanks, but you don't have to flatter me," she looks at you with a face close to no expressions whatsoever, "Whoever you are."

"Somin, this is Y/N. She's new to our neighborhood," Jieun says and Sookyung adds, "And she clearly knows her cookies."

"Thanks," you hesitate. "I do bake from time to time." And taking another piece of the cookie, you tell them excitedly, "Did you know that Snickerdoodle is derived from the term Schneckennudein, which literally means snail noodle?"

The three other ladies stare at you, blinking at what you just said in utter disarray and you sigh. 

"I meant," You take a bite of the cookie, "Great cookie!"

"Yeah, great cookies, but," Jieun starts and Somin looks at her, pressing her lips together.

"But?"

"I said that I would be the one to make the snickerdoodles, but it's alright. We can have twice as many and can give some to our husbands partying over there. No worries."

"Oh, okay, I'll have to go," and she scurries away quickly. She barely shuts the door as she rushes out of the place almost immediately, her hair flailing behind her. You watch the woman, analysing how no one in the party seemed bothered by it. 

Jieun sighs, "She looks bad, doesn't she?"

"If you ask me," Sookyung speaks loudly once again and you already know she's going to run her mouth, "She's better off with Jihoon dead. You should have heard the way the two of them used to fight."

"Were Somin and Jihoon having marital troubles?" You ask.

"Definitely," Sookyung leans forward, "If by marital trouble you mean continuous screaming matches blasting across the entire neighbourhood, why then yes!"

"You're such a gossip, Soo! It was not that bad." 

"Says you!" She stands up and walks towards the bar counter, smiling and turning back to look at both you and Jieun. "More rum?"

"Yes, please!"

"Hey—"

It's the greetings and then a hand that trails far too low on your back. It grazes the curve of your ass and you quickly jolt forward turning only to find a man in his mid thirties in a suit, standing eerily close to you. 

You narrow at him before asking, "I was searching for my husband. Pretty tall, broad shouldered, dark brown hair, slightly curly. Have you seen him?"

"You're Chan's wife? Didn't know he had such a beautiful woman for a wife," the man edges forward and you take a step back, eyebrows furrowed at him and your hand trailing down to keep you ready to grip your gun. Until you remember that you're undercover and hitting this man with a gun would seem suspicious. Your best option was to deck him. The man takes another step forward and you take one backwards till your back hits the buffet table, "I'm Ilsung. Do you maybe want to go somewhere..."

"You have a wife and I have a husband," you spit out. You are mortified. So this is what Sookyung mentioned and the fact her very own husband is involved in illicit affairs — does everyone here have a mistress or is involved in adultery? Is that the rich people norm?

"So? Everyone here has an affair with someone's wife. Do you want to be mine? I can take care of you."

"I can very well take care of my wife, Ilsung. I don't think I'll need your help." 

You hear the one voice you needed to hear in this very moment. You look over the older man's shoulder to find Chan, his hands shoved into the pockets of his formal pants. His top buttons are undone and the vest and suit fits him so well that you are glad you picked this one out for him. You shove the man away and walk to Chan, heels digging into the lawn as you strut confidently.

"I need the madam to say that," Illsung shoots and Chan's at his patience's end. He makes fists of his hands on either side of his and you hold onto his arms to calm him down only to look at the other man and narrowing your eyes, you scoff.

"I don't think I need to go have sex with someone like you when I get it well from him. That, and I guess, him being my husband should take more priority but not in this neighborhood where everyone breathes and lives on sex. So, no, thank you. I feel sad for Sookyung. She deserves someone better than a trash for a husband."

"Why, you bitch!" And he rushes forward with a clenched fist to hit you. Chan stops his blow, however, chuckling to himself. 

"That's weak. Now, why don't you go take care of your wife while I treat mine like a princess? Yeah?"

And Chan walks away with his arms tight on your waist as he holds you close. Ilsung yells behind the two of you, his wife yelling at him to keep quiet. Chan, on the other hand, doesn't speak a word further, just walking you all the way to the house the two of you share, keeping you so close to him and glaring at the others to keep them away.

There are sighs and grunts, furrowed eyebrows and clenched fists as Chan argues with himself in his head all the way to the room the two of you share. He stands by the table, still lost in his thoughts and you almost pick up the book you're reading — one by Natsume Suseki — only to deck him with it, although you decide not to because he already seems ready to snap his control.

"Chan—"

Maybe your voice was the only trigger he needed to snap, to break away from his thoughts and to give them words out loud. 

"You just stood there? Like some dumb doll when he touched you?" Chan glares at you and you frown, folding your arms over your chest and yelling back, "Excuse me, but I'm undercover as some doting wife to some stupid man."

"Did that matter then? Oh my god," he groans, throwing his head back. "I'm so mad and I know you're right. You are right but how dare he touch my wife when I was around. The fucking audacity—"

You hold the edges of the table with the base of your palm, pressing against it as you jump up and sit up on it to face him properly. You cup his face and making sure his eyes are fixed on yours, you smile softly.

"Don't smile right when I'm shit mad at everything, Y/N."

"Should I frown then?" You laugh out and push yourself back slightly to allow Chan to come closer and stand in between your thighs. "Let's think of this as some, uhm," you ponder, still holding Chan's face close to you, "Yes! Let's think of this as an occupational hazard."

"Occupational hazard," he scoffs. "Bullshit. He did that because he thinks women are weak. He's one of those arrogant pompous rich men that think that he can have his way with some good sacks of cash and power and that all women are weak and with that power comes his ability to subjugate them all to the age old tradition of treating them as sex dolls, an object for pleasure."

Chan's red and out of breath when he finally rants it all out and you bite your lower lip from laughing, dropping your hands from his face. Chan's cute. Oh god, he's so fucking cute and you know you shouldn't overstep boundaries but dear lord, if Bang Christopher Chan keeps this up, you will actually get down on your one knee, pop the ring and propose to him.

"Are you done?"

"No," he glares at you and leans forward, "Going to get back to work after this case and find some hell of a corruption case on him to put him behind the bars." 

Your eyes wrinkle into thin crescents as you smile wide. You raise your eyebrows and suggest, "I've a better idea. Why don't you rather fuck me with all hat pent up frustration? It's a win win deal, if you think about it hard enough."

Chan leans forward, lips curving up into a confident grin, "Oh, I will. I intend to do both. Fuck this anger out on you and put him behind bars." 

Chan's hands are big in comparison to your face. He cups your face, angles it and kisses you. His lips fit right into yours almost as if they were meant to be there for a lifetime to come. He kisses you and it's just as magical as always, laced with a touch of ardent need and passion. You needed him, you needed his warmth, his protection and everything he has to offer. His arms snake around your neck to grasp it and pull you in, deeper into him as he moves his lips against yours, softly at first till it turns into something so passionate that it would have your knees buckle, had you been standing. Chan is pressed against you, his white shirt, a size small as he likes it, clinging onto his body tightly (rid of the vest and suit in a moment of anger as soon as he walks into the house you share) and perfectly enough for you to hold his muscles.

You promised to yourself that you wouldn't fall in love, not after the shitshow of a marriage you saw in your parents. You promised that you'd keep your heart to self, that every individual in this world was brought forth as a single entity, so why in heavens did we go searching for others?

Chan makes you understand. 

You understand now that promises are meant to be broken and as you gaze at Chan under his dim lights, his face so temptingly close to you, you are more than ready to break the promise you've made with yourself.

It has been written in the gazes already and as you lean forward, your fingertips tracing his jawline, Chan knows it because he meets you halfway, his hands creeping behind your back by your waist and tugging you closer, your bodies touching and your lips on his, soft and testing waters initially. He pulls you closer, his lips moving against yours, angling your face to delve deeper into you. 

He has his lips against yours, nearly knocking you off all the wind in your lungs. You sigh into the kiss, find your hands in his hair, tugging at the roots and moving against his body, your legs stretching by either side of his body. His hand sprawls over your neck, his thumb caressing against your jugular before pressing into the neck, rubbing slow circles. He kisses the top of your lips, your hands tugging at his shirt. 

In a swift motion, positions have changed and you're sitting on him whilst he props himself up on the table. He lifts you up slightly, pulling back and places you on top of his lap. Your rear falling into the depression between his thighs, rubbing against his groin slowly. He looks at you through hooded eyes, pushing your hair past and opens his mouth to speak before you voice out first.

He looks at you from below, your hair falling on his shoulder as you look at him, his head thrown behind as it rests on the sofa's ridge. And your lips find his again, tugging at his soft lip to let you through, to open up to you completely. 

You moan into the kiss, your back arches and Chan's hand is still firm on it. He kisses your lower lip and your tongue brushes his lips in the impact, groaning at how he won't let you through a second ago and then, he lets you in. It's intimacy on a level you were slowly being prepared for. It's everything you remind yourself that you wouldn't break down into. Chan makes you feel special, with every praise, with every word he swears out to protect you. Chan reminds you of a feeling you had long forgotten.

Chan's lips move from your swollen lips to the curve of your jaw, down to the curved edges of your neck, sucking and kissing every exposed skin. Your head is thrown back at the sensation, your hips gyrating over his growing length.

His hand moves from your shoulders to your arse to your back after he seeks your permission as he pulls you closer and forwards, until your chests are pressed against one another. His mouth is everywhere and good lord, you feel infinite and powerful.

His lips hover on yours. He smirks, the curve of his lips tugging upwards slightly and you think it's cute. You think Chan also makes you feel divine as he whispers into your skin like personalized love notes or small token of appreciation, "Fuck, you're hot. The most beautiful being I've ever seen," and that is all that is needed as you gyrate over your hips a little quicker. He inches his chin forward, flicking your nose a little with his own, a shy smile on his lips as he silently asks the permission to claim your lips anew; all over again. 

And you let him, just like you've already given him permission in your head to ravish you tonight, to take you to hell and back.

Chan cups your face with both his hand, holding you and watching your face shine in the dim gold setting of his room. Your cheeks glistened and your eyes sparkled but his eyes could not stray away from your lips — coral, swollen and so demanding. He pulls your face down, kissing your nose tip and then your philtrum before pressing his lips flat against yours.

His kiss is drawn out in a way that makes you want more, like a divine aphrodisiac. It makes you want to pull him in and suck the living hell out of him and yet it's lovely. It's precious and laid out well planned. His tongue licking your lower lips before entwining with your tongue as he pulls you closer into him, your hips lowering deeper into his covered length, panties sticking to the core from the sensations your body is responding to.

His fingers trail up your black dress, thumb grazing the skin slowly, bringing about goosebumps to the surface before they slowly move enough to rip your dress apart and expose you to him, in all semi-nude. You moan, before kissing him as you hold onto Chan tightly.

He makes your insides twitch and your heart lunge and it fogs up all of your thoughts to the point you feel yourself drowning in the sensation of his lips, pressed tightly on your own. Your fingers get lost in his thick locks as you tug on them, forcing him to pull you down a lot forward and gladly welcome the movement of your tongue.

His lips are as soft as feathers and they feel like what you think heaven feels like. The warmth you experience is so much more than the tingle of first kisses, those innocent butterflies have nothing on the wanting void of a pit in your nether regions and the slick in between your thighs. 

His hands slide down from your hips to reach behind your back and pull you upwards, only to tightly clasp around the curve of your bare bottom cheeks, caressing it over. You sigh contently. His hand trails upwards, touching, feeling you all over and you pull back, breathing rapidly as you look at Chan. The next second you are unbuttoning his first two buttons and prompting him to remove his shirt too. Your legs slide slightly dangling off his sofa before he pulls you towards him, his naked chest warm enough against yours as he pulls you back in to devour you. 

"God, you're heavenly," Kiss. "So fucking heavenly." Kiss. "You're a fucking good girl." Kiss. "So good for me." Chan sucks a huge hickey into your neck — bright, dark and purple but it's how he worships and praises you that makes you want him more, your clothed core grinding on his enlarged bulge that is covered. The friction from the cotton of your panties and the cotton of his jeans slowly stimulates your core and you can't help yourself when your body is moving on its own accord on top of Chan, your hand moving your from falling back.

“Chan,” you groan against his lips after he pulls away from you for a minute. His lips are red and swollen, slick and shining with your saliva and so incredibly inviting you all over again and you fear that you may never want to stop kissing him for as long as you are breathing. 

"Chan!" 

His fingers move downward, grazing your skin by your stomach slowly, his eyes trained on yours as he watches you slowly break down. His fingers tease over your clothed mound. You bite your lip from groaning too loud but Chan's sudden tapping at your covered clit makes you yelp.

"Good girl. That's right. I want to hear your pretty moans," he kisses down on your neck, trailing and plastering wet kisses down your clavicle before sucking at the exposed skin of your breasts. "Moan loud for me, baby." He sucks at the skin by the crook of your neck, under your clavicles, above your breast and at the curves, leaving purple marks almost instantly thanks to your sensitive skin.

You can hear your heart beat quicker, racing against your chest and your thoughts drive you desperate. Pulling his face from your breasts, you kiss him, making the kiss deeper, licking his lip and grazing it with your teeth. You grind down on him trying to edge yourself desperately. You move forward to own every gulp and moan he releases and squirms in pleasure. 

"I want you so much," you choke out. Chan's hand lets loose from your throat slightly and he looks at you with admiration, before gripping at the jugular, and caressing it lovingly, pressing wet kisses against it. You sound desperate, almost like you would lose your sanity if Chan doesn't make you his, this minute. "Please. Chan, please."

His hands trail downwards, thumb rubbing the skin on its way before he slips them under your panties, swiping his finger across your slit, feeling how wet you are. He groans out loud, mumbling, "What a doll. All wet and ready for me to devour. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Baby, wouldn't you?" He presses against your jugular with his other hand, tilting your head and gently choking you. Your eyes rim with tears in joy and you nod, "Yes, please."

His mouth moves over the skin at your breast, kissing it furiously. His tongue lapping at your nipple over your bra, slowly circling over the clothed material as he rubs his finger up and down your slit, occasionally rubbing against your clitoris. You press down and grind on him further, begging for more. Chan removes his hand from your neck and moves it up from your waist to your back and it lingers around the hook of your bra before snapping it open with a flick of his fingers. The bra slides off your shoulder and you throw it away, unbothered by where it lands.

Chan's mouth falls on your breasts, circling big with his tongue before slowly decreasing the radius of his turns and narrowing down on your nipples, sucking at them alternatively. You are moaning, holding at his shoulder and dragging your hips over his bulge in a slow, excruciating pace he has set with the drag of his fingers.

Your throat is dry from all this excessive want and you wet your lips, breathing coming out in hot puffs of air, rapid and shallow. The passion and want blinds you and Chan taps on your clitoris constantly with his thumb, using the other fingers to slowly tease your entrance over the panties but going back to sliding down your opening. You groan frustrated and grind down on his bulge trying to chase the feeling that is growing within you. 

Chan's lips are all over you as you bite into his shoulder occasionally. It hovers over your neck and then your breasts, giving it all the attention as he plays with your nipples as he rubs you at a pace that quickens slowly. Your mind is boggled and you can't get your thoughts clearly.

"Such pretty breasts," he groans into it, his tongue flicking at it from your underside. "Such perky breasts. So beautiful and all mine."

Soon enough with his praises and the way he worships your being, the promise of an orgasm begins to manifest and build within you as a strong tightness within your lower regions, creeping into your abdomen, ever growing with every passing second. Chan's steady rhythm is strong enough to carry it over the edge with the friction you get from all the material and his bulge and as your climax looms closely, your hips rock and gyrate slightly against him. He pinches and flicks your nipples as he helps you ride out the orgasm, your eyes tired and hooded. You kiss him softly on his lips. 

"Will you remove your lingerie for me, pretty girl?"

The order shouldn't have turned you on this much but it does as you hop off his lap, your feet unsteady on the ground as you balance yourself after your first orgasm. Your fingers are on the edge of your panties and you're pulling it down completely in the next second. Chan watches you steadily, his eyes trailing on your figure and you feel attended to.

"Jesus Christ," he stands up, the bulge moving slightly and your mouth dries up as it opens, wanting so much more. He holds you by your waist, petting your hair, mumbling, "I love when you put your hair down. You look like a goddess. A goddess ready to let go of your divinity all for me."

He unbuckles his belt as you slowly touch yourself, your hand moving down your body. He watches you, your thumb and forefinger playing with your nipples, tugging and pinching them till they harden under your grip. He removes his formal pants and his boxers, pulling it down and away at your request. Chan's length and girth has your eyes widening, as always, your tongue licking over your lips and you gape.

It's painfully hard and the tip is red, leaking with precum down his cock. Chan holds you by your waist and lifts you up, your knees wrapping around him and your soaked core on top of his hardened girth, occasionally dragging past it. He kisses your breasts, licking over the nipple and the underside of the breast, grazing his teeth over it as he walks you to what you had thought would be the bed. However, he stops midway, looking at you for a second before your back hits the cold walls of the room in this house as he holds you securely. You see the bed by the side and you smile. You drop your legs and stand on your toes as you kiss him, your tongue running over his buccal cavity.

Chan's hand trails down, circling by your waist before his palm hovers over your mound. His thumb brushes past your clit teasingly and your hand wraps around his neck, kissing him and biting at his lower lip till you feel the metallic copper taste of blood filling your senses.

You moan as he drags a finger up and down your slit, playfully teasing you fold. He rubs circles into your folds, slowly dragging them out into waves and your hand flies upwards and forward to hold on to him for a grip. 

"Chan," you rasp out, and he hums, removing your hand so that he can kneel down, kissing your thigh and biting it slightly as his thumb rubs against your clit and the other swipe against the folds. Your hands grip on his roots, tugging at it mercilessly.

"Baby, do something," you cry. "Please, I need you." Your other hand tugs at his hair, trying to bring him closer in a desperate manner. "I'll be a good girl. Please, do something."

"Should I?" he teases, rubbing small circles around your clit in an excruciatingly slow manner and you think — know — that Chan is going to drive you to insanity and how he'd pull one off his book and blame it on his instincts.

"Please, please, please—"

The intrusion is sudden and you are overwhelmed. You gasp, the air raspy against your throat before falling. Your hand pulls at his hair harshly as he sucks on your clitoris, his breathing fanning over you. Your fingers drag down and dig into his skin, unbothered by the possibility of cutting through it. 

He presses his thumb on your clit after removing his mouth, tapping it slowly, simultaneously and you think you're going delusional. "Chan, oh my fucking heavens."

He kisses your mound repeatedly, telling you, "Look at this sex. Wet and dripping. I'll give you what you want, baby. I'll give you what you want for being a good girl for me."

Chan adds another two fingers instantly and you feel overwhelmingly full, crying out at being widened so pleasurably. The walls stretching out and you catch him mumbling, "So fucking tight and all for me. Look at this brat being a good girl for me."

He curls them up into you and your back arches slightly at the tingles. You feel Chan slipping his fingers easily into you and the slick of your arousal dripping down your thighs, making a mess. He rubs your walls, his attention also on your enlarged button and your hips gyrate with him, thrusting and chasing after his fingers desperately. He finds your spot easily after being this around and pushes at it constantly. Your head hits against the wall hard and he looks upwards at you for a split second, worried, only resuming after you give him a signal that you are alright.

You feel the euphoric rush coming, creeping through from within and trying to embrace you as a whole and when it's very close to burst, Chan pulls his fingers away, licking them clean with a knowing smirk plastered on his face, for a second before thrusting them back in.

Chan pumps his fingers in and out of you as his thumb rubs furious circles into your clit. He bites at your thigh, kissing them soon after, leaving traces of bruises near to your vulva. Hot, purple and sticky. He sucks on the skin deliriously, licking the skin to soften before grazing his teeth to oversensitize you. You feel the build up and you squirm against Chan, your eyes watering. 

"Chan, baby," it's a sob that leaves you. "Please." You were so devastatingly close after your last orgasm, the balls of heels leaving the surface as you try to pull back but Chan pulls you down as he sucks on your clitoris and pumps his fingers in you in a ridiculously breaking pace and when you are so close to breaking apart, Chan drags his fingers away, licking and sucking at them as you look down at him.

"What the fuck?" You swear, frustrated, tears spilling from your eyes.

"Good girls don't swear."

"I'll blow you off well," you try striking a deal with him. He looks up at you amused, strands of hair sticking to your face from the sweat and he still thinks you're the most beautiful woman he has laid his eyes. "I'll give you one hell of a blowjob. Just please." Your voice breaks as you look at Chan, who looks so delectable at the minute with your juices staining the side of his mouth and his lips shining in the light. "You won't regret—"

His mouth is back on your core and you groan, "Ungh!" He mumbles, his warm breath tingling your core as he speaks against it, "Good girls don't strike a deal either, darling."

"But your good girl does," you tease and Chan's mouth is back on your sex, licking and teasing it. He grabs you by the calves, his blunt nails digging into the vast skin.

Without another word, Chan dives right into it, tongue darting out to lick a long, thick stripe from your center to your clit, causing you to shiver. Your left hand finds its way back to his hair after grabbing at his shoulder intermittently. Chan simpers to himself, overwhelmed by how well your body reacts to him and just him, your legs shivering and buckling, about to fall if it weren't for Chan's hands holding you up and pressing you against the wall.

You feel the thickness of his tongue lapping up your seeping wetness, which in turn causes a rush of arousal to leak and drip down your ass. "You're making a mess, baby," he chuckles, the laughter hitting your clit and sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers instinctively tighten around his hair and you pull him closer to your cunt, his nose nuzzling against your mound. He groans, hands gripping your thighs tightly, locking your legs in place.

Burying himself further, his tongue dips deep inside you, nose nuzzling and rubbing against your clit with every thrust. His eyes are piercing and fixated on the rise and fall of your chest as he looks up at you once in a while, seeing you tug at your lips, eyes closed and hand roaming around for support. He loves seeing you fucked out for him.

"Argh, it's fucking divine," Chan mumbles against your slit and the vibrations have your core clutching onto nothing. "This good cunt all wet and slickened for me, ready for me." You mewl, unable to stop yourself from wriggling within his hold, the grip on his hair tightening.

Your walls grasps around his tongue, pulling him further into you as he laps up every single drop of your arousal, passionate as if it were an aphrodisiac. One of his hands travels upwards to latch itself on your breast, rubbing the underside of your breast, fondling and gripping it hard.

“Chan,” you moaned softly, your voice trembling over the sensations that ride into you, toes curling. He responds to your calling, withdrawing from you slowly, by planting soft and gentle kisses to your inner thighs. 

"You're doing great, love." 

He sucks on your clit furiously and that was everything for you. You feel the same high building up at a pace quicker than you thought was possible. You feel it tightening, your core clutching onto his muscular organ as it tries indulging itself deeper, chasing after something it craves. His nose rubs against your neglected clit. He licks a stripe against it before sucking at it, teeth grazing at it sending tingle down your spine that has you hitting the bumpers with the heel of your feet. You are already sensitive from the last orgasm and all the teasing you had and with all this vigor and undivided attention Chan gives you, you feel it coming as he treats you like you're his only girl.

Your back arches more steeply, your mound hitting him in its influence, head hitting the wall lightly this time and your moans are louder, raspier and quicker. You are screaming out Chan's name as you see the stars under your eyelids. 

He still licks slow stripes, taking in and devouring the rush of juice that squirts out of you. He lets you ride out the high and he lets you leave him breathless as his grip on your thighs do not ease away. Chan does not stop, even when you're a quaking, quivering mess, tears spilling from the corner of your eyes and it's almost bordering overstimulation. You can't think and you can't form proper sentences. He leaves you gasping for air, with something stuck in your throat preventing the passage of air and it's difficult to breathe in this rush and he makes it harder.

He looks at you teasingly and he lifts his hand as you bend forward to his kneeling self. He clutches on your neck, his fingers pressing against the side softly as he continues licking up your orgasm and blocking your air passage. You feel the stimulation rushing and concentrating and it's all too much for you. Tears stain your face and you're crying, "It's too much, Chan. Too much."

And he stops as soon as you say that. He presses soft kisses against your clitoris and he holds your hips tightly as he stands up. You've lost any energy in your legs you have and if it weren't for Chan, you'd crash. 

He holds you by the hips and carries you, dropping you gently against the bed, your hair spreading and you kiss his shoulder. He caresses your face and tells you — it's a whisper almost — "I think I want to get to know you more. I think I—"

You bring his face lower to kiss him, preventing any other word to spill from his mouth that your head tells you to cancel. You are not sure yet. You hold his face down, devouring him as a whole, feeling his length slide your core draggingly and you groan into him.

You don't shy away from prying your hand down, teasing his cock as you rub your hand over the enlarged shaft slowly, teasing his enlarged red head, rubbing your arousal and the afters of your orgasm all over him, slowly stimulating him as you drag your hand down his length and back up again, letting go of his shaft only to cup his balls, trailing your fingertips around it. You let go and look at Chan. 

"Lay back, please," you request and he pecks your nose as he pouts at you. God, he really really wants to call you his. Forever.

Chan lies back on the bed, his head resting between his pillows and yet he pulls his body up, supporting his weight on his arm. You sit up, crawling over to straddle his lap, nervousness setting into your stomach. You gulp and swallow the saliva as you look at Chan, whose gaze gives you comfort and confidence. The muscles in your arm stiffens as you grip his shoulder for stability and Chan's hand falls on your hips naturally, helping you steady yourself.

Your hands rest on his chest, firm and broad and you gaze at Chan's cock for a while, it twitching with every unadulterated thought of his as he watches you on top of him, bare, exposed and unrestrained all for him. Your mouth is parched and your tongue pokes out through the seams of your lips, running across the expanse of your lower lip and wetting it. 

"Fuck," he swears as his eyes move with your tongue, his chest rising and falling under your hold.

You reach forward to take him in your hand — the tip of his head looks so inviting that you couldn't stop yourself. Chan's hands roam up your arms, his thumb caressing the underside of your breasts before they play with them, his thumb and forefinger rubbing your nipple, watching it turn solid in his hold. He grips at your breast, fondling it and massaging it, stimulating you and bringing about a rush of confidence in you.

“You’re fucking large, fuck, fuck,” You yelp, eyes wide and mouth salivating at the heaviness in your grasp. You widen your mouth, stretching your facial muscles and Chan laughs.

When you look at him, his dark eyes are speared to your movements, teeth gritted. At this moment, with you hovering over him, he can't seem to contain how excited he is, his length twitching in your hold. You begin moving your hands up and down his length at the same slow pace he had put through.

You lean forward, Chan's grip on your breasts tightening as he squeezes it. Your whines turn to louder moans of ecstasy. His one hand grabs your hair back, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail until he drops it and touches your face, "Ah, so beautiful. You're so perfect."

Chan watches you and is all too eager, his hand on your face trailing down to your shoulder, gripping on it as he continues caressing one of your breasts. The flat of your wet tongue sticks out to lick around the rim of his hot head. He fights back a groan, choking and sputtering, grip on your shoulder tightening as his blunt nails dig into your skin. You stretch your mouth as wide as you can, hollowing it, which leads profanities spilling from his pretty mouth, even though it's a discomfort to your movement as you engulf the whole of his head with your tongue. He mumbles something incoherent under his breath and you sigh at the thought your mouth wrapped around his pretty cock.

Chan inhales a sharp breath, swearing and uttering, "Your pretty mouth could take me so well, baby. So good." You wrap your lips around the velvet tip, beginning a slow suction. Your tongue licks around the base, pulling up a fat stripe over the throbbing, prominent vein. 

“Fuck, fuck,” Chan mumbles, shifting on the sheets, his hand gripping on one of the pillows. “Open wider, please, baby. You're doing so good. You're taking me so well."

You do as he has asked of you. Your jaw is already sore and the joints ache from the girth of his head alone. He pushes his hips off the bed in the slightest without your awareness; his hand trailing back to your hair and the other still on your breast making you feel good. His grip on your hair is strong as he thrusts more of himself into your mouth, your lips wet around his length.

You try your best for it to be pleasurable for him as your fingers tighten around his length before you start to twist your wrists — with a click of your gliding joint — and continue sucking. Chan is careful to be gentle with you, very tenderly urging his cock to fill more of your mouth. It shocks you when you feel the blunt of his head hit the cap of your airway, eliciting a gag.

Chan's eyes widens, the reaction from you exciting him as you feel him twitching in your mouth. He gasps, breath uneasy as his hand leaves your hair and trails behind towards your arse that sticks out as you try deepthroating Chan. He rubs your slit slowly and the unexpected contact pushes you forward, taking in Chan a lot more than you had planned, leaving him groaning into your shoulder.

He pulls out barely before he’s pushing back in, teeth gritted and eyes focused on making you feel calm too. Chan moves back and watches you taking him so well and he knows it's a sight to behold — your pretty lips wrapping around his length, taking him so well as if your mouth was made for him, crafted to perfection. His fingers rub small circles into your vulva, tapping against the clit accidentally once or twice.

Another gag rumbles out of you as you fight the reflex. The vibrations against his member is felt and he grips on your arse, pulling you into him, your nose rubbing against his pubis. Your finger trails the underside of his shaft before rolling his balls between your fingers. His hips stutter in shallow thrusts into your mouth and you feel the sting of tears threatening to blur your vision as you oppose your gag reflex, taking him as deep as you can.

The sounds of your gagging bounces off the walls of his bedroom, followed by the deep moans and sighs spilling through Chan's lips as he fucks your mouth. Each thrust of his hips causes the head of his cock to push past your airway, your throat constricting and eliciting a groan from him. He also diverts your attention to rubbing you, now and again slapping your cheeks, eliciting moans from you against his girth.

You release your hold around his length, fingers thickly coated in your own saliva as you dig into the flesh of his thighs. Your mouth is stretched as wide as you can physically make it and tears roll down your cheek continuously, while you willingly take him completely in your mouth. You look up through the flutters of your eyelashes, enthralled to see the Adam’s apple in Chan's throat bob up and down while his head is thrown back in pleasure. 

Chan pulls your head back; his cock comes out from your mouth with a light pop followed by you gasping for air. Your eyes droop, your cheeks hollow and your jaws ache but everything counts to how hot you felt, to how hot the tension between you still is. His hand trails back to your hair, gripping on it and jerking your hair back so you’re forced to look at him. 

"This is a fucking sight to behold. Look at you, darling," he groans. 

Chan's thumb grazes your skin and he latches his lips onto yours in a sloppy, messy and wet manner and nothing else seems to matter other than your need for each other. You lean forward, tugging at his pinna as you bite down on it lightly, before mumbling, "I'm on top today."

Chan doesn't care because all he can focus on is how you said today, like this isn't just a one time thing. He gazes at you with such affection that has your heart racing telling you to let go of that stupid cages you keep around your concepts.

As your folds, dripping down with thick, sticky arousal coating Chan's cock with that and your saliva, brush the tip of his hardened cock, you feel a shudder run down your spine. You instinctively allow yourself to lower further, taking the rest of him in you swiftly with the help of your arousal. Sinking down around his dick and feeling him fully wrapped around your clutching walls has you throwing your head back, squeezing your eyes at how his length stretches you out, your walls wrapping around him tightly. He holds your waist, helping you down on his length.

You rock your hips into him, already finding yourself tightening and clenching around his thick cock. He fills you up so nicely, stuffing you perfectly full and you salivate, licking your lips. Your lips parts and you find your hips moving on their own accord. Chan's right hand rises upwards, massaging your breast, flicking your nipple and sending a rush down your spine, arching your back. His cock hits you at an angle and a soft moan leaves your lips.

Chan takes your hips in his hands, taking control of your movements to raise you up, leaving you empty and whining. You clench around nothing but air and your own walls, desperate to sink back down. “Chan,” you whine, your lower lip puckers forwards and Chan lifts himself up to kiss you.

As his hand grip around your hips to get a better hold, he slams you back down on his cock, hard, causing you to scream. “Fuck, Chan, oh my god, ah!”

He continuously guides you in a rhythmic movement, throwing his head back into his pillows and groaning. The sheen of sweat glistening on his chest catches your eye as he pants. The way his eyes clenched shut and his mouth hangs open with pleasure only makes you move faster around his cock, gyrating around it and tightening your walls. The sight before you makes you want to see him fucked out further. You want him to crumble under you because of you, leave him trembling under your hold.

He groans, "Your cunt is so pretty. Look at it, baby. Look." He gapes down and you gasp, moaning quicker.

You ride him, bouncing on his dick and clenching when you feel yourself reaching your climax for the third time that night, all because of this man. Chan's finger moves down and slips between your sweat soaked bodies to rub your clit, pushing you even further over the edge. 

“Are you going to come, baby?” He asks, breathlessly, his voice airy and light, almost floating away. He pulls his head forward to kiss your collarbones, sucking harsh bruises against your skin, continuing further down the existing purple bruises.

“Y-Yes, please, please,” you sigh, lacing your fingers through his hair and tugging on the dark strands. “Mhm, fuck, please, please, you feel so good, Chan.” You lean forward and the motion causes him to whine. You quickly catch it as your lips fall on his. His lips enclose yours, tugging and pulling at it and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you move on his cock, lazily.

Words, unfiltered and raw, spill out from your mouth after your lips leave his as you feel the high that is creeping up slowly within you. “Chan, fuck. Oh fuck. I'm going to come soon. Oh my god." Your voice reaches a pitch higher.

“Then, come.”

Chan moans against your neck as he feels you, his finger rubbing your clit, “Baby, come all over my cock. You deserve that for being the good girl you are.”

Chan's other hand that is not occupied leaves your hip and moves upwards to find its place on your neck. His fingers gently wrap themselves around your neck and that makes you wetter than you already are. He presses his fingers against your neck with pressure and you choke, gasping for air. Your mouth opens wide and your tongue falls out slightly resting on your lower lip. Your eyes roll back and your walls clench around Chan's cock tightly, your hip gyrating around it for all the friction.

Your fucked out expression as you choke for air makes Chan plunge into you harder and you choke harder, his hips lifting up and thrusting into you.

A final flick of his finger over your sensitive button and a bit more pressure over your neck are all it takes for your body to flood with pleasure and ecstasy. Your legs tighten around Chan's sides, curling in as you ride out your high for as long as possible, still moving your hips against him. His fingers let go of your neck and you breath loudly, taking in huge gulps of air.

Not long after your undoing, he comes inside you, coating your walls with his seed as you feel his length pulsate within you. Thick strings coating your walls till it seeps from your vagina and drips down.

Once your body falls limp against his chest, equally fucked out and panting for air, you feel him going soft inside you. He kisses your forehead and your hair, pushing it from your face. He lifts you up, slowly slipping out of you and gently laying you by his side, the semen slipping out. His fingers rub small circles on your hips after pulling you closer into him, nuzzling into the sides of your breast.

In his warmth, with his arms over your stomach as he snuggles closer to you, you feel your eyelids heavy and fluttering shut. His lips are close to your skin, feeling his steady breathing and listening to it calms you down, steading you and increasing your melatonin, slowly drifting away to a state of peace, all in Chan's arms.

You stir in the bed, your hand reaching out for Chan only to feel the messy bed sheets and blanket. You wake up, brought to your senses well enough and you look around to find Chan only to see the light in the balcony turned on.

Putting on his white shirt messily, you rush outside to find Chan sitting and staring at the black sky. You sit by his side, shuddering in the cold and he looks at you fondly, cracking a smile.  

"You're up?" You nod, teeth biting at the cold breeze that passes by, until you realise what Chan is staring at. It's snowing. It is the first snow in a long while and it's beautiful, albeit being late. He smiles at the purple mark that he has graced upon your skin. Chan stretches his arms out, blanket still in his hold as he offers to hold you close in this cold weather, to share his body warmth. He mumbles softly into your ears, "You should sleep a little more. It's going to be a tough day tomorrow. Aren't you meeting Jieun?"

"Yeah," you smile, watching the surroundings. "First thing in the morning. She seems to know a lot about everyone in this neighborhood. That, and I want to know why they treat Somin," Chan looks lost and you realise you haven't discussed it yet with him. "Kim Jihoon's widow is treated like that."

"I'm firm on this theory."

"What theory?"

"That Rowoon is the one killing people — bad homeowners — off because we'll, they disrupt his neighborhood. That or, they got drunk and it is still an accident."

"But Somin?"

"What? Anyone can be a bad homeowner! She's probably his next target." Chan chuckles and pulls you in closer. He holds you still for a while before he says, "We'll talk about the case tomorrow before you go to Jieun's. And you should clean up the mess of notes on the dinner table."

"You're the nagging kind of husband!" 

"No." He is quick to deny. "I just like my house at least a bare minimum clean, alright?" You laugh out loud, falling into his hold as you try to contain your joy. Something soft hits your knees, barely visible but it settles softly.

Snow. It's snow and you see the snowflakes along with it. You watch them tumble, those feathered crystals, their chaotic flight to form a blanket that could not be more uniform, more orderly. And it's beautiful. So beautiful that it eases you and has you snuggle further into his warmth. Enough to make you forget everything for a minute there in his arms.

"I like snowflakes," you say, your head resting on his chest. There is a certain intimacy in the hour, in his hold, in this weather and between the two of you. A certain intimacy to friends who only sleep and work with each other shouldn't have. Chan looks at you, waiting for you to continue. 

You do like snowflakes. A lot. Each snowflake is like a sculpture made out of paper. Each has a unique identity reflecting a crucial passage in the chosen source material with an equal amount of complexity carved out of minimal space and in the end, it falls down before someone, lighting up someone and making them happy.

"It makes me happy. It doesn't have to fit in or match with anyone else and it still means the world to someone."

Chan smiles and you know it is clearly one of your most favorite things in the world, your solace. You find the happiness growing, much as a spring flower opens. It comes from deep inside to light his eyes and spread into every part of him. Chan makes sure it is like that, that the world knows when he's happy but wouldn't, when he is sad. A person smiles with more than their mouth, and I heard it in his voice, in the choice of his words and the way he relaxed. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

Maybe he'll teach you not to hold in your feelings. Maybe he will let you fall in love. All over again.

And you kiss him. It's short and quick, as chaste as the love you feel for him in this minute, in his arms. He leans forward and kisses you back and maybe, you both were snowflakes, as weird as you are, as unique as you — and yet the two of you make each other happy as corny as it sounds. 

"Uh," Chan pulls back and rubs the back of his head and then his nape. "I—"

"Oh, a mistletoe, look!" You point and Chan turns back, frowning to look at the tree by the side with some creepers that crawl on its branch — creepers that were not mistletoes. You smile brightly as you continue pointing and Chan looks at you with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not a mistletoe."

"It isn't? I thought it was. My bad!" You laugh, eyes sparkling in mirth and cheeks heating up in embarrassment over the obvious lie you said. You sit up straight and look up at the sky. 

"It's a pretty night for whatever shit that went down today," Chan comments, staring at the moon. The moon is a warm milky glow in the sky, as if the sight of her could become a song in the eyes of anyone willing to raise their head upward. You were and you were going to seize the opportunity.

Chan's gaze is fixed on the big moon and your head thinks of him and the words from Natsume Suseki and every other anime you were forced to watch, thanks to Jeongin. In every black night, he was the spark that rekindled hope in you. 

"Is there something on my face, Y/N?"

"No," You turn back, smiling, heart fluttering and your mind at ease. "Just," you hold your chest, feeling the beating of your heart louder than ever.

"The moon is beautiful."

It's small and fragile. Once, and then, twice, till it sounds again and again and again through the silent air of your house. 

The knocking on your door is repeated and you turn to look at Chan who stirs in his sleep, thanks to the same sound. You shuffle in your bed, trying to go back to sleep, presuming it is an illusion and nothing more. However, Chan heard it too.

"Is someone…"

"I'll go check," you mumble, huffing and throwing the blanket to the side. Luckily, Chan's shirt covers you up to your thighs. You jump out of the bed and your partner decides that it is safe to follow you to the door instead. 

You open the door and in comes rushing a little boy, aged not more than eight, with tear stains on his face. He runs forward hugging your frame in his reach as he cries out loudly. Chan looks at the scene before him in delusion and you relate.

Who in the world is this child?

"Is everything alright?"

The child continues crying into your frame, burying his face into your abdomen. Chan squats down to come face to face with the child. His hand carefully holds the child's back as he pats him slowly, letting him calm down for a while before he asks again.

"Where's your mum and dad?"

"Dad isn't home. M-mum is," the child hiccups, choking on his own sobs as tears roll down his face messily. "She's in the garage and there's blood around her head and—" He cries fiercely and you hold the boy close to you, heart heavy because you know the worst possible scenario. Death.

"Why don't you take us there, okay?" Chan smiles gently. The boy looks with teary eyes at him and Chan quickly lifts him up in his hold. "Come on. Let's go."

And the boy was right and his worst nightmare comes true. You cover the eyes of the child to prevent him from further seeing the horrendous sight before him. 

Because before all of you was the body of Kim Jieun, sprawled in her own driveway, her head crushed to a pulp under her garage. 

An overturned shelf, a couple of paint cans that look like they have been thrown and some blood splattered on the floor is all you and Chan find last night. That, and a woman's broken pastel nail extension. 

You would have checked further had it not been for your undercover and that Chan had been getting endless calls from Mayor Arsehole. Changbin fumingly goes on about how he sent the two of you to put a stop to this but rather there's another case on his desk now. The man does not calm down even after Chan says that the two of you were definitely looking for a serial killer and that these deaths were not accidents. If anything, it upsets him further.

This morning however, the sun shines brighter. 

Chan walks into the kitchen, looking for you, teasingly shouting out into the air, "Honey, what's for breakfast? Eggs? Bacon? Eggs and Bacon? Or maybe it's ri—"

Before him on your cluttered table of a case file, notes and photos of evidence lies a sad bowl of soggy cereal.

"Soggy cereal it is," he frowns. 

"I made it though. It should count for something, right, husband?"

Chan grunts and sits down, spoon digging into the bowl of cereal as he takes his first bite soon enough. He glances over at the wall behind the breakfast table. You have mapped out the relationship between every single person in this neighborhood, affairs inclusive and Chan lifts his lips in pride.

"Someone has been a bit busy. When did you even sleep?"

"Didn't fall asleep. So I decided to work on this instead," and Chan realises you were not even kissing. Your eyes are grogging and your face is a lot gloomier even though you are smiling off the joy of mapping it all out.

"Did you crack the case?"

"As a psychological profiler, I can say," you frown. "I haven't. I just can't figure out the connection here. These murders were distinctly targeted, so, why? Why specifically these three people?"

Chan stirs the milk in his cereal before he looks at you and suggests, "Why don't you look for a common enemy?"

"Huh?"

"Y/N, babe," you blush at the nickname and try to zero in on the matter in hand. "I know you and I see way too many crimes on a daily basis because of our job and that makes you and I think that we are chasing after some blood sucking psychopath," Chan pauses and eats a big bite of cereal. He munches on it slowly, letting you grow anxious in waiting, "We may not be dealing with some headcase who likes to strangle old women with pantyhose. Maybe we are dealing with a good old fashioned murderer; you know, the kind that kills people because they pissed them off."

You look at the board, index finger against your cheek and your eyes widen. "You could be right!"

"Don't look so surprised also," Chan mumbles, finally finishing his cereal. 

"It could work. Maybe what the victims have in common is their relationship with the killer." You continue to stare at the board. Chan cleans the plate in the sink on the other end, mumbling at you to keep calm and that you would crack the case with him soon enough. You sigh, "I don't have enough information to look for a common enemy." You tap on the first victim, Yoon Yerin. "Especially on her."

Chan folds his arm and stares at you. This look ok you is another one of Chan's favorites. You purse your lips, eyebrows furrowed together as you concentrate. Your eyes don't waver just like your heart in moments like this and Chan thinks he could fall even further for you, for your confidence.

"I'll probably swing by her place and see what I can find there. What's your plan?"

"Drop by at Rowoon's and find out where the fuck he was last night when his wife was murdered and his child was all alone." Chan stands by your side and you nod.

"Be home by 6:30?"

"Sure thing, honey," Chan laughs and he kisses your forehead, his lips lingering for a little while longer and you still, body heating up in his contact.

You nervously laugh, pushing him away slightly, "You're in character," You laugh again. "Method acting, right? that's good."

Chan looks away, avoiding contact with you and mumbling, "Yeah. Method acting."

He wonders how long he has to put up with this stupid method acting. 

"Any luck?"

"Besides having Rowoon almost barf on my very nice dress shirt, no," you hear Chan speaking through the phone. You walk further down the neighborhood, lush green trees on either side. As much as you despised Changbin, you had to agree — the neighborhood is great. Just that it wasn't meant for people like you. People not rich.

"Do you want me to press a shirt for you?" You tease. 

"Would my wife do that?"

"In your dreams," you roar in laughter. Chan chuckles on the other end of the line. 

"Anyhow, Rowoon was out fucking one of his mistress last night. He's also pretty fucked up with the death and has not stopped drinking."

"He has an alibi?"

"Yeah," Chan sighs. "It's definitely not my homeowner's rage theory then."

You walk a little more till you stand in front of an unremarkable suburban house. You tell Chan on the other end, "I'm here. I'll get back to you soon. Bye," and hang up almost immediately. Quietly, you turn on your tape recorder and speak into it.

"184 Arbor Way. The house that belonged to Yoon Yerin, the first victim. Yerin lived alone which is uniquely for this predominantly family oriented neighborhood. That alone may have made her stand out and a target for suspicion."

You walk around the house, trying to look into it and around it, "The place is scrubbed clean. Whoever Yerin was, I'll have to find out from inside. The outside is scrubbed way too clean to get rid of any possible doubts." 

You take a step back and look around to see if anyone was passing by, before you lay your hand around the door knob and try turning it. It's locked. You wonder if Rowoon had the key. Glancing around carefully, you slide a paperclip from your pocket into the keyhole and jiggle it once — twice, till the door opens.

You smile brightly, "Some skills are rooted, ha! Thank God, I dated that sketchy guy back in college."

You pull open the door. Inside, the house is spotlessly clean. Almost as if no one ever lived in it. Whoever cleaned the place did a thorough job, almost leaving it spotless. You walk around the house, looking into every corner and room there to find anything. However, you are left looking at nothing but bare floors, undecorated walls and sparkling clean surfaces enough to shine.

You turn to leave, sighing out an air of disappointment when a gold sparkle catches your eye in the light. You bend down and find a man's golden cufflink lying against the corner of the room. Taking a latex glove from your pocket, you pick it up and bag it in a plastic cover, hiding it in your jacket as you leave only to bump into Somin.

"Oh, Hey," you stammer.

"I don't mean to pry but did you just come out from Yoon Yerin's house?" She raises an eyebrow and you hesitate, fingers holding the plastic bag tightly in your pocket.

"No, no, I—" You sigh, looking down. Lying after being caught red handed is useless. "Yes. I'll admit that I did."

"What on earth were you doing there?" She asks and you realise that to anyone from outside, your actions seemed very suspicious — enough to blow off your whole cover.

"The thing is, Yerin, I was there because," you close your eyes and inhale a sharp breath of air, "I was there because I got curious."

"Of?"

"I just heard what happened to Yerin and I needed to come and see the house myself."

"What could you possibly look for?" Her eyes waver and she looks back at the house.

"Some signs maybe," you look back to follow her gaze, "Maybe a blood stain or something. I know this might come out as a bit weird but I have always been fascinated by macabre. I even listen to Stephanie Soo's true crime podcasts regularly."

She smiles fondly and nods, "I understand. To be very honest, I was fascinated by Yoon Yerin too when I heard of her death. I tried coming by to see what had happened. But now," she sobs. "Jihoon is dead and so is Jieun. They say that there is a serial killer on the loose."

"It's so sad that it happened in this neighborhood," you take a step forward, trying to walk away.

"I know, right? The whole point of living in a gated community is to keep the awful things out." Somin leans forward and puts her hand around your shoulders. "Look, you seem like a really nice person, Y/N, so I'm going to be honest with you. There is something bad happening here, something very very bad. Keep your head down till it's over. It's for the best." 

Her tone is lower than ever and the advice sounds scarier than usual, something as if it were to warn you of an impending danger. You call Chan and he picks up quick.

"About pressing your shirt? I think I can do that. I have some pretty cufflinks to match them."

Later that night, you sit in your kitchen, the same board looming over you. You try to map out even more connections on your chart of suspects. The whole board is so covered with lines of strings that it almost looks like a spider web.

Behind you, the door swings open and Chan comes in, strides longer and quicker to take him to you as he screams, "Honey, I'm home."

You laugh, twirling in your rotating chair as you look at him and ask, "How long have you been wanting to do that?"

"Since we got this assignment. Of course, I mean," he tries putting a serious face, "It is sad that we were forced to do this by Han when he blackmailed us with that sex tape—"

"It's not a sex tape."

"The footings, but," Chan smiles widely, "It wasn't so bad to play house with you, Y/N."

"Likewise, Chan."

"Now, did you find anything?" Chan asks, resting his chin on your shoulder once you turn to face the board, his hand on your other and you freeze, surprised by the sudden contact, ironically. "This mapping just got messier."

"Yeah," you exhale and your shoulders slouch. Chan stands up straight as he tries to understand the board before him. "I tried mapping all the infidelities and affairs and this is what I got. A whole mess. It's all convoluted now."

Chan's eyes widen as he tries tracing the lines with his index finger before giving up. "Is everyone cheating on their spouses here?"

"Almost everyone."

Chan takes a step back, opens the fridge and pulling out a can of beer, he goes to sit on the sofa. You turn your chair around and watch him take a sip of it.

"Wow, you look as if you're right at home," you tease.

"There's space for two here," he pats the sofa by his side, and grins sheepishly. 

You get up and take your own can of beer from the fridge, mumbling, "I can sure take a break," and walk towards him, plopping down by his side. The two of you clink your beer cans, the sound clattering through the walls.

"It's Christmas tomorrow, you know?" 

You hum in agreement, "It's my first one outside home."

"I hope we can crack the case soon so that you can at least spend a few hours with your family on Christmas."

"Hey," you nudge his arm, "The thought of spending Christmas with you does not repulse me, okay?"

"I had not even said that," Chan gasps. He turns to look at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "So does that mean the thought does repulse you?"

"Don't twist my words," you laugh.  

"Do you want to get married?"

You choke on your drink, eyes wide as you look at him. He pats your back as he tells you to breathe slowly. You finally ask, "The thought or with a specific person?"

"Both."

"Yes, and no," you mumble. "I do want to get married once but," you look at Chan for a minute as he drinks his beer. "I don't think I have my feelings sorted properly to have the privilege to think of thoughts like that."

Chan leans forward, eyes dazed and fixed on yours. Has he always been this beautiful, this captivating? Has he always made your heart beat so much quicker?

"Do you think you'll ever be ready to sort them out?"

You sputter and choke again. Chan smiles again; this time however, it looked sad. He stands up, placing the beer can down on the table before. "I should get some fresh air. Take a stroll in the neighborhood and make sure nothing is going around, yeah."

You turn away, face too scared to look at him in worries of your emotions being transparent. "Yeah, you should do that. I'll get back to the mapping."

"I'll, uhm, I'll be back in a few." Chan rubs the back of his neck before quickly stepping out of the house. You sigh, head fuzzy with the overload of emotions. 

He doesn't know you were ready. He doesn't know you wanted more. He doesn't know how you confessed that night to him in the moonlight. He doesn't know of how you feel, because of you. You never told him directly, always twisting your words and actions. If anything, you had no one else besides yourself to blame.

"Chan," you whisper but it's too late. He's out.

A step too late to realise as always.

You snap out of your daze caused by the overload of emotions. Getting up, you slightly slap yourself and mumble, "Focus. Back to work now." You reach out into your pocket and take the cufflinks to file away. You turn it around in your hand when it flashes.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute," you zero in on the object in your hand. "I've seen this cufflink before." You rush to the board, eyes scanning the pictures to see where you had seen it when it finally lands on the second picture pinned on the board.

You had seen it on the second victim — Kim Jihoon.

"Oh my god," you sigh, hand limp on both sides as you realise you know who it is. You know who the killer is and you know her motive. 

"I know the killer. It's Somin, oh my—"

"Clever girl," you hear the feminine voice from behind you. You spin around quickly, hand on your chest as your eyes widen to find Somin standing by the door with a huge butcher knife in her hold.

"It was you!"

"That's right. Me." She takes a step forward. Instinctively, you glance back across the living room to where your gun hangs in a holster, draped over the coat rack.

Somin takes another step forward, speaking, "Sweet little Somin. Fragile, pitiful Somin. Somin who everyone always thinks they can pick on, lie to and laugh at — Ha!" He leaps forward and wildly waves her knife. She yells. "Well, who's laughing now? Who's laughing now?"

You dodge back, repeating to yourself to dawn the fact that it is true, that, "Jihoon was having an affair with Yerin."

"That ungrateful, cheating bastard couldn't wait to jump into that slut's bed. So I showed them both," she laughs. "I showed them both well."

"That I can understand," you edge closer to the coat stand to try and get your gun. "But why did you have to kill Jieun too?"

"Are you kidding me?" She yells. "That bitch stole my snickerdoodle recipe."

You huff out in disbelief, eyes narrowing at her and eyebrows furrowing, "Ah, I see. You're a full blown psychotic."

"I was going to stop after her, you know? But then you had to go and poke your nose around in the neighborhood. Stupid bitch."

Somin takes another step towards you and you know you are still far away from your gun. She is now almost at an arm's reach and you take a step backwards instinctively. She waves her knife again and you dodge it carefully.

"Who are you, huh? A cop?"

"An NIS profiler actually." She looks lost and you sigh. "A cop, yes."

"Well, Y/N," she glares. "Do you know what I hate the most? Liars." Somin lunges at you, jabbing the knife towards your throat. You dodge to the side, neatly weaving around the thrust. Somin stumbles past you, knocking over a giant carton of cereal, spilling it everywhere.

"Argh," and she swipes again. You dodge nimbly to the side again. Her knife cuts through the air with an audible hiss and the adrenaline pumps into your blood from the fear. The knife hits the fruit bowl and sends bright red apples scattering on the table, over your notes.

"Well, well, aren't you fast?"

"You've no fucking idea," you hiss, taking in as much air as you can. You back up and feel the counter behind you.

"Enough talk!"

You gulp, gripping the counter firmly. Somin dives towards you, slicing her knife at you. You reach back and grab a heavy toaster. You pull it around and holdi it out in front of you. It crackles loudly with a hot, electrical burst.

"Fuck." Somin jerks back, as if stung, the knife dropped from her grip. The knife clatters to the floor, it's tip blackened from char thanks to the electricity. Somin steps away, clenching and unclenching her hand. 

"That fucking hurts, you bitch." 

You drop the toaster and step back, putting your hands up defensively in front of your face. You propose, "Look, Somin, it's still not too late to surrender. We can still end this peacefully, alright?"

"You think I'm going to give up just because I lost my knife? I need to survive." Somin bounces up and down, assuming a combative stance. "I've been taking aerobic kickboxing for four years." She bounds towards you and shoots a lightning fast kick at your head. You guard your face and block her kick. She bounces back and aims to kick at your shins, hard. You jump, hopping back neatly avoiding her kick.

"Are you done?"

"No," Somin recovers quickly, spinning in a fast arc and throwing out a devastating, high roundhouse. You throw up your hands and block the kick. She staggers back, her balance off. 

You seize the moment to spin around, swing low and lunge towards Somin, jamming the palm of your hand into her chin. You slide your one leg between hers and jerk back, kicking her feet out from under her and slam her down into the ground. The back of her head hits the cold tiles on the floor. You force yourself on top of her, pressing down on her chest with one knee and pant, "Four years of kickboxing, huh? Try seven years of krav maga."

She squirms under you, huffing, "Get off," and quickly lunging to get the toaster. Your eyes widen and you try to grab her hands. However, she's already about to throw the toaster when you hear the sound of metal clinking once and the toaster falling by your side.

"Nah, you're not going to hurt my wife," you turn to look at Chan, pointing the gun. He walks further ahead to the two of you. "Kim Somin, you are under arrest for the murder of Yoon Yerin, Kim Jihoon and Kim Jieun. You have the right—"

"They were all liars. All cheaters. It's not fair," she yells, struggling under your hold. You hold her wrists tighter and Chan slams the handcuffs on her. 

"It's over, Somin. It's all over. The court will hear the rest, and the dead will have their peace."

"Did you reach home?"

Your phone is connected to the bluetooth speakers in your car and you hear Chan's voice in the small vehicle. You rotate the steering wheel as you turn to the right across the street. It's a comparatively quieter day, almost as if it's in stark contrast to the shit that went down last night.

"Not yet. I'm two minutes away."

"Merry Christmas, Y/N," Chan laughs and you smile, your lips pressed together to prevent you from breaking into a big grin. "Don't miss your husband too much."

"Still in character, I see." You press on the gas to reach home a little quicker. "Are you spending it alone?"

"Nah," you hear voices in the background. "I'm spending it with Felix and Han."

"Don't miss me too much either then," you tease back and pull up at your place. You park the car in the garage and sit in the car as you speak to Chan. "And I'll meet you back in office in a few days—"

"Did you reach?"

"Oh, yes?"

"Then, check the backseat. It's my Christmas gift for you," Chan says. You unbuckle your seat belt and lift yourself up to turn back and search the backseat only to find a small box. You stretch your arms to grab it and finally sit back in your seat. 

"Did you find it?" You hear Chan through the speakers again. You hum in response and open the gift.

It's a necklace. A beautiful thin silver chain with a snowflake pendant hanging and you gasp, heart beating way too quick. He remembers. He remembers. He remembers. If you were not already flushed by the gift, the note stuck on the underside of the cover of the box has your mind fuzzy, feelings all over.

The moon is beautiful.

"Chan?"

"Yeah? Did you not like the gift? I'm—"

"I'm coming over in ten minutes. Send Han and Felix away. All I want this Christmas is you. Just you."

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speakeasy | s. aizawa 

➳ tags ;; dirty talk, smut, fem!reader, aizawa being a menace, mirror sex?, readers wearing a dress, the word violate ?, petnames like good girl, praise kink, fingering etc. 

➳ wc ;; 1.6k

➳ a/n ;; well-spoken men make my brain empty n my kitty wet dslkfjskdf hi mr. aizawa sir.. i like u 

➳ plot ;; aizawa likes to talk you through everything, even filthy mirror sex

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Aizawa is clasically well-spoken. 

He used to get made fun of for it when he was younger - especially in high school where his formal speech felt out of place for his age. The older he gets, the more attractive the quality becomes. He speaks so smoothly - doesn’t stutter when he talks at all. It’s always slow, concise, and to the point. 

The content of what he says matches his tone of voice well. Aizawa is a conversationalist almost by nature. Despite how quiet he is upon meeting him for the first time, if the subject interests - he could harp on about it for hours and hours. He’s just as eager to hear you respond, loves adding to your ideas and building a concept up until it reaches the ceiling.

He’s knowledgeable too. Unsurprisingly, he reads a lot. But he also has a bad habit of deep diving into obscure things. He knows a lot about how clothes are made and the way honeybees fly. He’s a natural at the retention of information - of both the important and unimportant kind. Aizawa makes habit of these things - the ability to speak and communicate anything he wants. 

His vocabulary is vast as seven seas and his voice is pleasant to listen to - a raspy baritone, low in his throat. You could listen to him talk all day. 

The problem only lies with how Aizawa likes to use his voice. Selective by nature, it can’t help but feel purposeful whenever he talks to you this way. You can almost feel the hum of his throat, how it gets. With his hand placed so carefully between your legs - all you can hear is that deep chuckle that he likes to. 

Aizawa is uncharacteristically built. His body is all muscle, and you can feel it against your back as he holds you this chest. Your legs are spread apart over his - seated comfortably in his lap as your being exposed. It doesn’t help that you can’t see him, can only listen to the way he speaks to you. 

His voice is warm as it ghosts the nape of your neck - it smells like spearmint and coffee and sleep. His tongue smooths over the side, sharp teeth sinking into soft flesh as a hand rests your thigh. He massages your legs with a hum - and you squirm at his overbearing presence. 

“You look beautiful today” 

The compliment is well-meaning. You nod absently at it. You dressed up for this date with no expectations, masking your surprise is proving difficult. It’s like he senses it.  

“Why’re you so nervous, love?” 

“You’re.. hands are uhm..” 

He pauses, a free hand settling right at your belly. His knuckles brush over lace panties with a crooked yet lazy grin. You can feel it against your clit. It throbs with anticipation and desire. A wetness forms between your legs, drips like a broken faucet with repetition. You shift your weight around, feeling his cock in the small of your back. 

“My hands? What about them?” 

You want to say something, anything  really but you come up blank. His finger slides underneath the cotton barrier, snaps it against your sex a few times - amused. A little whimper carries through you as his fingers get closer and closer. The mirror in front of you is a terrible reminder of everything. The way Aizawa has you spread apart, the way his tired eyes glaze over your body. Your nipples are stiff underneath your dress - when he pulls the fabric to bunch underneath your tits you yelp. His thumb and forefinger are tender against your nipples as he pinches and twists them. 

All you can see is yourself and him over your shoulder, onxy black locks pulled up out of his vision. 

“Do you not like where my hands are touching you?” 

You moan, soft and sweet as he plays with your tits, shaking your head. It’s a losing game - you’re sure of it. 

‘N-no - ‘s just a lot” 

“That’s good, that’s good. It’d be unreasonable if you dressed like this and told me not to touch you, don’t you think?” 

And you want to respond back about something with bodily autonomy, something coherent and cohesive. But your body is running feverishly high and your mind feels blank. When your dress gets pulled up past your hips, bunching at the top of your thighs - you lose sight of your control. You want to squeeze your eyes closed, embarrassed by the graphic image of his hand. He pulls your panties back - lets it rub between your folds until your slick makes a mess of the light fabric. 

“Shouta, ngh,” 

“I haven’t even touched you yet but you’re drenched,” 

Aizawas hands are strong, pretty too - they look like they fit in your panties just right. His fingers brush the circle of nerves till your back arches, a piercing wave of pleasure that has you crying out his name. Such a small touch is enough to send you reeling as the beginnings of on orgasm snap in your gut. 

It feels like your skin is firing off, blazing heat encompassing you. His fingers are thick as they stretch your hole out, first one then another. He pumps two fingers in your cunt, scissoring it until he feels the tension of the stretch around them. Your insides feels soft against his touch, molded to the shape of his careful hands as your entire body throbs for his touch. Your pussy feels like it’s weeping and your eyes feel hazy. You can see yourself, bearing witness to the way he violates your cunt with ease. 

“Look at your cunt taking me in so good, right there in the mirror, my love” 

And he’s right, you know he is - you can see it with your eyes half-lidded. But your body craves more, even as an orgasm feels like it’s right there. You know you can’t reach it without getting what you need and Aizawa knows that too. You whimper soft in your throat, clenching around his fingers as you whine. It’s good but not good enough - has you grinding your hips back for more. 

“Shouta..” 

Your voice trails off and he smiles at you, chin tucked over your shoulder. 

“Hm? What is it” 

You whine, screwing your eyes closed as he goes faster and faster. You can feel yourself gush around his hands, orgasm impending but not quite there. You hiccup 

“Sho, please” 

“Please what, baby? Use your words and tell me what you want - I can’t read your mind after all,” 

You could argue that he could - that he can right now with how his cock keeps twitching in his pants at the way you moan so shamelessly. Your legs trap his hand as you squeeze them shut - almost crushing his wrist but not being strong enough. Emabrassment drowns your senses. 

“Your cock, Sho -  please” 

His laughter is smug, almost sarcastic. 

“So greedy. You want me to split you apart on it just like this? I didn’t stretch you out yet, arent you afraid I’ll break your pretty little pussy in half?” ― you can feel him push his pants down his thighs as he hoists your hips up with one leg. Suddenly his cock is sitting between your legs, brushing up against your swollen pussy ― “or is that what you wanted in the first me? For me to break you open?” 

The tip throbs right against your clit, sending electricity through you. And you’re begging him again to fuck you. His hand rests on your belly, loving and tender, as the head nudges against your hole. 

“Keep your eyes on it or no cumming, got it?” 

You exhale a shaky breath of confirmation, hear ricocheting against your ribs. And you watch like he asks - watch the way your whole stretches open and tries to accommodate his size. Watch as he penetrates you inch by inch, thick and hard and hot until you feel him against your cervix. Aizawa’s never been particularly big but the way he fills you up makes you think otherwise.

“Does it feel good?” 

You know the question is rhetorical with the way he bounces you on his dick - the smug grin on his face as your expression becomes messy. Skin covered with a sheer of sweet, tits bouncing, feet  kicking as he lifts you by your hips and fucks into you. You can still see yourself in the mirror being taken and it makes everything feel more sweet. 

Delirium is the only thing you can feel as he fucks up into, brushing your cervix with a spare hand on your clit. Pleasure is overbearing emotion, burning a hole in your stomach as heat licks at your calves. You can feel him so fucking deep you can barely breathe. His whispered sweet nothings only add fuel to the fire. Aizawa’s jsut got that voice  - that tone that makes each word of praise go straight to your core. You’re half dressed and getting fucked so hard you feel it in your lungs but all you can hear is Aizawa groaning “good girl” against the shell of your ear. 

“You’re ― shit, haah ― clenching down on me so tight. Are you gonna cum, hm? Gonna cum all over my cock, like a good girl? So fucking pretty aren’t you?” 

Your orgasm knocks into you full force as his words fill your empty head. Convulsing, your spine arches you cum hard and fast all over his cock - still full to the brim. You twitch as you ride it out, slow thrusts making you mewl as he kisses the crown of your head. 

Aizawa hums, soft and low 

“I haven’t finished yet so you’ll have to bear with me. I’m sure you can take it though, right?” 

And you nod your head, thighs trembling. You’re sure with how he speaks to you, Aizawa could convince you of anything at all. 

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