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manjjiros · 3 months

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TRICKED YOU!

ran haitani / rindou haitani / sanzu haruchiyo x gn!reader (separate)

cws: suggestive but fluffy, like actually kind of tooth rotting, little white lies, established relationship (ran), situationships (rindou, sanzu), discussions of drug usage (sanzu), bonten timeline, ask to tag

from the ASM: tricking the trio into getting some rest isn’t exactly easy. but the probability of getting it to work is not exactly zero, either.

over the loudspeaker: @sin-and-punishment

— RAN HAITANI.

“raaaan,” you whined into the receiver, rolling over in your sheets and letting them rustle against your phone.

you heard your poor boyfriend let out a breath on the other end of the line. “what’s the matter, angel? i’m a little tied up at the moment.”

you knew he was, obviously, or you wouldn’t be calling. you knew his schedule inside and out by now, when he had meetings, when he ran off on sudden jobs to handle important business you had no interest in knowing about.

it was always a little more fun to be able to pull him from some boring, dreadful meeting than when he was free to join you.

“come home,” you breathed, and you heard the way he hummed in the back of his throat.

“i can’t, come on. you know this. don’t make me feel bad.”

“but the bed’s cold, ran. aren’t you gonna come make it warm again?”

there was a brief pause and some speaking in the background. clearly he was in a meeting, which you had expected.

“warm up yourself, angel-“

“no, come home. i just want you.”

ran grunted into the phone, and you heard him pull the device from his ear and shout towards the voices in the background. it was muffled and broke up a bit; the reception in abandoned warehouses typically wasn’t the best.

“ran?”

“i’m here. just- stay put. ‘m coming. you gonna be good f’ me?”

“yeah.”

“fine. see you soon.” he hung up, and you smiled to yourself, successful in your endeavor.

you’d left the door open for him and left a set of sleep clothes at the edge of the bed for him. he hadn’t been sleeping, you knew that; the circles under his eyes and the way he forced himself out of bed in the mornings gave it away. something must have happened, or maybe something resurfaced — he hadn’t told you yet, but you could make an educated guess.

ran arrived at your place within the half hour, the heels of his slick shoes clicking along the floorboards as he made his way towards your room where you waited for him, cuddled up in your duvet with the lamp light casting everything in a warm yellow.

he nudged the door open with a huff, smiling briefly before pausing. “i have to admit, this isn’t what i was expecting.”

“what, don’t wanna just nap?”

“i thought you were calling for a hookup.”

“dirty mind! i never said that,” you giggled at his exasperated face before pulling back the covers to give him space. “come on, baby. you look exhausted. you’ve got bags under your eyes.”

“don’t say that shit, my eyes are fine.”

“because you steal my eye cream!” you pouted then, folding your arms at his pushback.

he grumbled at you but ultimately eyed up the empty space next to you in the bed, letting out a loud sigh.

“cant believe i left the meeting to come take a nap. what is this, high school? i used to do this shit as a kid. play hooky and sleep in weird places.” he yawned as he spoke, undressing his three-piece suit in exchange for the t-shirt and shorts you left out for him. you just nodded along and patted the space next to you for him to climb into.

he joined you, eventually, long limbs grabbing onto you to pull you in close and bury his face in your chest. you smiled as the scent of his cologne floated up around you, the smell of his hair gel right under your nose.

it felt like it was barely two minutes before your talkative boyfriend was knocked out against your chest, your fingers combing through his hair.

— RINDOU HAITANI.

to: annoying prick

me: come over.

annoying prick: how about a please?

me: come over Now. miss you.

annoying prick: i screenshotted that for evidence.

me: i hope you crash on your way here.

annoying prick: i didn’t say i was coming? smfh.

you rolled your eyes at your phone as you fussed with the string of his hoodie around your finger. rindou never listened when you invited him over, always giving you a hard time despite expecting you to bend to his will whenever he wanted to see you.

oftentimes things happened on his terms, not yours. which normally isn’t a problem, except for this one time when you wanted to fuck with him.

your finger hovered over the call button before you opted for another direction, opening up your camera and taking a quick photo of his hoodie string between your teeth, cute and suggestive and alluring. you made sure to get most of your upper body in the shot, laid back against your pillows.

me: [1 image]

me: come over? now?

annoying prick: is that my

annoying prick: cheap shot. stay there. don’t even think about touching.

you laughed at how quickly his tone changed, shaking your head at his ridiculousness. he was a grown man, sure, but he was rude and mean and often thought with his dick rather than his head.

you heard the revv of his bike engine before you saw it through his window, clicking your tongue when you spotted him without a helmet. you understood that he was some sort of criminal, but you kind of liked him, sort of, and didn’t actually want him to crash and die.

you watched him park the bike illegally in front of your place and hop off of it quickly, straightening out the front of his suit jacket as he walked up towards the door.

you heard him grumble when the door was locked, fucking around for the spare key before finally getting inside your home and beelining towards your room.

you broke into giggles as he shoved your door open and undid the front two buttons of his suit jacket, trying to clamber over your body on the bed. “tease, calling me home from bein’ busy just to fuck around, what are you-“

“aht,” you stopped him with a finger to his chest, shaking your head, “not what i invited you here for.”

he stared back at you, hesitating and hovering over your form. “excuse me?”

you chose that exact moment to whip out the puppy eyes, jutting out your bottom lip and laying back on your pillows, “my bed was cold, rin! just wanted you to come over and take a nap with me.”

he gawked at you before sitting up on his knees and running a hand through his hair. “are you being fucking serious?”

“yes.”

“you invited me over. to nap?”

“mhm. and now you’re here. so let’s take one.”

“what the-“

“please?” you cocked your head and tried the puppy eyes again, to which he made a face, but didn’t necessarily move away.

“i don’t have-“

“you leave clothes here all the time. i have some set out in the bathroom.”

“fuck you.”

“maybe next time.” you broke into laughter as he succumbed to his fate, getting out of your bed to disappear down the hall into your bathroom. he returned within five minutes, having changed into a pair of pajama pants and forgetting his shirt, standing at the side of your bed awkwardly.

“well? come in, i’m exhausted.”

“this is weird.”

“no it’s not. just lay down, asshole.” you huffed and pulled back the covers for him. he squinted at you, having taken his contacts out, before reluctantly crawling into the bed next to you. you snuggled up against his side, to which he tensed, but ultimately ended up wrapping an arm around you anyway.

he fell asleep before you did, mouth open and drooling all over your pillow. you took a photo, not because you liked him or anything… well…

— SANZU HARUCHIYO.

convincing sanzu to listen to you at all was like trying to train a poodle. it was very, very difficult because he was very, very defiant.

you knew he hadn’t been sleeping well. you knew it well, unfortunately; his work was catching up to him and drugs weren’t your favorite solution to the problem.

you told him time and time again that he needed rest, that it was because you cared that you were nagging at him, and yet he always bit right back at you like a dog nipping its owner’s hand.

you had had enough. so you decided to play the game.

you sat in his car waiting for him to finish some job in some remote part of the red light district, in a back alley with no prying eyes or lights, really.

you sat in wait until finally sanzu reappeared in the faded yellow light of the nearest street lamp, wiping his hands on a handkerchief and kicking a lead pipe against the wall. you chose not to question his line of work.

he grinned when he saw you in the passenger’s seat, as if he had forgotten you were there, and hurried around to the driver’s seat to get in and lean into your space.

“all done now, baby.” he pressed kisses to the corners of your lips, making you giggle before he caught your mouth with his own.

you hummed against his lips, lifting a hand to curl your fingers around his tie. “haru,” you breathed, tugging lightly on the fabric, “can we please get home? wanna get into bed with you…”

he pulled back slightly to meet your gaze with his own crazed one, eyes studying you almost clinically as a grin spread across his face. “oh yeah? baby wants to get home?”

“mhm.”

“hell yeah, i’ll get you fuckin’ home.” he pulled back from you to start the car, and you gripped the oh-shit handle because you knew he was just going to peel out of the alleyway.

and that he did, whipping down side streets and revving the engine, one hand on the wheel and the other gripping your thigh.

you giggled to yourself as you watched the veins in his arm, shaking your head. he just had no idea how easy he was to fool.

it took far shorter of a time than it should have to get back to your place, and he parked before hurrying out of the car and getting the passenger door for you.

you got out and led him to the door, feeling him stalk your every movement, only ever one step behind you. you unlocked your door and kicked your shoes off with a laugh as he tried to pin you against the nearest wall, freeing yourself from his grasp and making your way towards your room.

he grunted as he followed you, muttering something about you being a tease.

you turned on your heel once you got to your room and took a seat on the bed. “much better. i’m so tired, haru.”

“huh?”

“let’s just go to bed, how about it?” you started to get undressed as he stood in your doorway, scarred lips twitching with confusion.

“what are you talking about?”

“haru, let’s go to bed. i know you’re tired too.”

“no, this is-“

“no buts.” you stood to shimmy out of the rest of your clothing and tug your pajamas on. “strip and cuddle with me.”

haru wasn’t a cuddler, not by a long shot. but, with you…

he felt like he blinked, and suddenly he was on his back in your bed with you at his side in the dark. you snuggled up closer to him and ran your fingers through his hair.

soon enough, his breathing evened out, and you smiled to yourself as his grip on you grew tighter in his sleep.

#ran haitani x reader #rindou haitani x reader #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tr x reader #♧ — ran haitani #♧ — rindou haitani #♧ — sanzu

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giuliettagaltieri · 4 months

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Dance of Mutual Seduction

Pairing: Husband!Gojō x Wife!Reader

Chapter Synopsis: Gojō Satoru is only a man.

Warning: pointless overthinking, deflowering, explicit smut, p in v, unprotected sex, hints of dub/con, mild somnophilia, breeding, size kink, corruption kink

Word Count: 1918

6 of 9

Gojō feels like he is being watched.

He turned around as he brushed his teeth but found nobody there.

His eyes narrow, straining to see if someone dared to lay tricks in his own home. But he found none.

Was it you?

The man bent to his right to steal a quick peek at you from the bathroom doorway, but you are exactly where he left you, in your vanity, still staring at nothing in particular with your brows twisted in deep concentration.

Gojō finishes up in the bathroom and joins you in the vanity to snatch his phone from where it rested next to your parfums.

Upon seeing him from the mirror, you hastily grab your hairbrush, just so you would appear to be doing something relevant with your time, and not just staring on the empty space.

“Someone seems distracted today.” Gojō says without looking at you, as he was checking his phone.

Ignoring his statement is the safest path you can follow.

You flinch when a droplet from his arm comes sliding down your neck. “Gojō-sama, let me dry you?” You sigh at him and he nods, his eyes still stuck on his screen.

“Problem?” You ask as you lean back on the vanity to rub his head with a towelette.

“Nah.” He says and you drop the topic.

“Dry yourself right after the moment you step out of the showers next time, please.”

Gojō smiles at you briefly and places his phone by the vanity. “I’ve been doing this since I was a child. I’ll be fine.” He closes his eyes as you wipe his cheekbones and jaw.

You don’t respond, lips only forming the smallest of pouts.

“Fine. I’ll dry myself after showers next time.” He says with his smile bleeding into his voice.

A smile too graces your lips and you proceed to wipe at his torso. Gojō watches you like a bird of prey, watching and waiting for the moment you will hesitate and break. But it does not happen.

Truth be told, your proximity and the unsecured way you tied your robe was doing something to him instead.

Gojō followed the soft jiggle of your bosom and his breath hitches.

“Are you alright, Gojō-sama?” You asked worriedly. Your hands pull at his forearms to bring him closer so you can look at his face.

Much to your surprise, Gojō slips from your hold and heads straight to his closet and you can only tilt your head to the side as he fires curses after curses, you even heard muffled screaming.

He comes out a moment later with his clothing askew and his hair sticking out to every direction, as if it had been gripped with frustration.

“I have to go train the new guards. I’ll be busy the entire day, don’t look for me.” He said in one breath and he saw himself out.

You are left standing there by your vanity, the damp towelette still in your hands.

Have you done something to upset him?

Were you too forward?

Or perhaps…you gasp loudly, almost in indignation.

Does his affections lean not to the opposite sex?

You cup your mouth as you pace around your room.

He formed a really close friendship with the rogue sorcerer in high school. Also, he was not discreet in his interest in a lot of feminine matters.

Oh no. This is not good. What are to become of the heirs that your clans expected you to make?

Should you perhaps try to act more masculine? You fall on the chair with your mind not being able to keep up with your thoughts.

No.

You shall use your feminine wiles.

This is what you were trained to do.

Nevermind your husband not being interested in women. You will entice him to bed you. You swear it!

Oh, but how should you do that? You received lessons but you were never able to put them into practice.

You will die of embarrassment should you fail to succeed in seducing him.

In the planes farthest from you in the estate house, Gojō has his own hand clutching his jaw.

His thoughts were not irrational, he is certain of it. It is expected between a married man and woman. You will have to consummate your marriage with him sooner rather than later.

But you were young, and so bright-eyed, believing like nothing in the world could go wrong.

Will he dare to ruin your innocence?

A fighting dummy to his right receives the blow for the unanswered question, making it crumble to a heap of hardwood on the ground.

The men who were to spar with your husband unconsciously take a step back, a drop of cold sweat seeping from their foreheads.

You were pacing in your shred chambers the entire day.

Fixing any imperfections, adding more aromatic oils that more and more dulls your senses.

You have gotten tired of pacing from where you stand and then to the vanity that you have gone to and started holding a hand mirror to fix a hair that was astray or to wipe at any moisture that dared to ruin the powder of colors on your face.

When the sun started to retire, you had already gone and exhausted yourself, enough to make the bed appear so enticing that you simply had to lie in it.

Your body that was still covered by the robe was sprawled on the bed, your hand finding your husband’s pillow on its own.

And it was how Gojō found you.

In the middle of your matrimonial bed, hair spreading like a curtain under your head, chest peeking out of your robes as you curled around his pillow.

And his resolve melts.

You are woken up with the bed dipping, and immediately you are smothered by the smell of your husband’s sweat and musk.

Your thighs clench involuntarily.

“Gojō-sama?” You ask sleepily but his only response was his nose skimming your cheek while his battle-hardened hands work their way inside your robes, his coarse palms finding the globes of your ass.

Your mewl was swallowed by his lips.

“My name’s fucking Satoru.” He groans against your lips.

It was difficult to comprehend everything when your senses were under an onslaught of stimuli.

His arm snakes under your shoulders, his hand gripping your nape to pull you closer. The heat between your legs flows freely as his large fingers prod at your delicate flower.

“Let me have you.” Gojō groans against your chest.

Your hands rake through his snowy hair as you nod frantically.

“P-please!” It came out more desperate than you would have wanted, but his boyish chuckle made you fall in a trance, you wanted to hear it for eternity.

You cannot believe you have gone through the trouble the entire day, thinking he would not be interested when he is worshiping your body in ways that would make the goddess Aphrodite blush.

Your husband’s mouth was not only adept for spouting quick wit but also in making you reach the highest of heights. It felt like falling and floating at the same time.

When he hovers over you, everything comes to a standstill as his tip catches on your entrance.

Gojō was murmuring apologies after apologies against your shoulder as his length fills your tightness. You were seizing up to him, mouth filled with garbled discomfort as you choke on your sobs.

It was not at all like the heaven his mouth and fingers gave you.

This was painful, and so utterly filling, he had you stretched to your limit around him.

Your tiny hands pound on his broad back, feet kicking up the air by his sides.

Tears stained your pretty cheeks as your hair stuck to the moisture of your face and neck.

Gojō groaned out promises, that it will all feel good, that he will take care of you. And his hands find your hips, his fingers almost bruising your warm supple flesh. Gojō’s mouth parts as he rolls his hips against you. Feeling your twitching walls, like warm wet velvet wrapped around him.

Your breath hitch with every sharp thrust and Gojō falls numb to everything else. His nose flares as he takes the deepest breath as if just surfacing from the clutches of the waters so deep. It almost scares you how his hands cup under your knees and push them till your thighs meet the softness of your belly and chest.

And when Gojō crushes you under his weight from wanting nothing else but to cram his cock into your insides, your eyes cross with your brows scrunched so prettily, lips parting with a choked gasp.

Gojō’s hooded eyes stare at your face as he fills you again and again, the muscles of his thighs rippling with every pound of his thickness inside which almost curves just to force itself to fit. A shiver runs through your spine as your slick spurts out with every thrust, coating his thighs as it meets your swollen lips, dampening the bedding as it drips down when he pulls back just so he can shove it back in.

You were losing your mind, body writhing under the mass that was your husband. You can tell that he too was feeling what it was that is overcoming you. You have never heard him breathe as fast, as ragged, never, not even in the fights you have witnessed. But right now, his eyes were all scrunched up, mouth parted as he almost heaved. He did not look at all different from a man drunk with pleasure.

“N-not deep enough.” He groans out, annoyance marring his face.

You had no idea what he meant, he was as deep as physically possible. You were about to protest when he smacks a palm on your bum, leaving you whimpering before he hikes your legs up until your feet rested on his shoulders and he drops his weight on you, squeezing your thighs in between your bodies.

Your mind cannot comprehend how Gojō was able to fit himself further, filling you so so deep with his girth.

With the lewdest scream that ever graced Gojō’s ears, your orgasm washes over you like a shower of molten gold, lighting every vein aflame. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your hands scramble to his arms, searching for something to anchor yourself into in fear that you might explode into little stars. You gasp, clawing at his back as your tiny cunt flutters around him, making it impossibly tight.

Gojō seethes, his own breath hitching as he attempts to roll his hips but his tip starts spewing his thick seed against your plump cervix. The tightness forced his cum to seep from the crevices and leak to your bum.

And exhaustion overwhelms you. Your eyelids feel heavy, it felt like such a burden to keep them open. Your hands lay limp against the mattress, and your thighs, still squashed between your sweaty bodies, your feet still hung on the air as your husband catches his breath against your chest.

It was as if he was breathing you in, like his head rewired itself and was asking for you and had forgotten about air.

You cannot bring yourself to blame him, at this moment, air be damned, all you wanted was to be smothered by your husband. With your hearts and breath in sync, bodies still joined and nectar flowing as sleep slowly carried you away.

Where the Blue Roses Grow

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojō satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru smut #arranged marriage #where the blue roses grow

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faith-forgxtten-land · 1 month

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Come to Bed | Donatello

this started with the idea of seducing donnie into healthy sleeping patterns and then just. spiralled from there. i didn't really have a specific iteration in mind but reading it back, it definitely fits bayverse most, i think, so that's what i'll categorise it under!

warnings: NSFW, swearing, general filthiness? gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+!!

summary: there is only one way to get donnie to come to bed (two if you count blackmail)

word count: 2411

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

It’s nearly 3am and your eyelids feel heavy, eyes glassy and beginning to ache just a little, and Donnie is still not in bed. You look at the empty space beside you, cold and untouched, and kick the covers off your bare legs. The air is cool, goosebumps raising the moment you abandon the comfort of bed, and you almost regret getting up as your feet hit the freezing floor.

Donnie is so lucky you love him and care for his health.

He's exactly where you'd left him hours before, sitting hunched over a desk in his lab, and you wonder briefly if turtles with their shells can suffer the same complications as humans with poor posture. Perhaps you'll force him to join you and Mikey for your bi-weekly yoga sessions. “Donnie?”

The terrapin doesn't so much as flinch, instead burying his face further into a screen that is already way too close to his face. Oh, his prescription is definitely going to need updating soon, you think amusedly. You clear your throat, attempting your best grumpy Raph impersonation. “Oi, four-eyes.”

Now Donnie does flinch, beak nearly crashing into his monitor, glasses slipping as he salvages his precious technology from being assaulted by his face and spinning in his seat to glower at whoever dared disturb him. He relaxes when he realises it's just you, shooting you a scowl that's devoid of any real heat. “You need to stop doing that voice, it's creepy.”

You grin at him, noting the exact moment he registers what you're wearing – or, rather, what you're not wearing. His eyes go wide and his lips part, scowl melting like ice doused in salt. He swallows thickly. “You're meant to be a ninja,” you tease, stepping slowly into his space and letting his hands fall to your waist before they curl around your back as he pulls you close, palms flattening against your spine. “You can't hear when one measly human is behind you?”

“You are so mean to me,” Donnie says instead of answering.

“We both know you like it. Besides,” you look down at your naked skin, his own eyes following your pointed gaze eagerly. “I think I'm being pretty kind, actually. Someone was meant to come to bed three hours ago and ravish me, but apparently, I'm not more interesting than,” you peer over his shoulder as best you can, squinting at the tiny squiggles. Lips pursed, you look at your boyfriend flatly, not bothering to finish your sentence.

“I can explain.”

“World of Warcraft? Really, Donatello?”

He winces at the full name. “I wasn’t playing for long,” he defends himself. “I’ve been looking over some things Leo asked for since this morning, I was just taking a break.”

“Taking a break means coming to bed and not staring at a screen for even longer.” Softer, you add, “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

You run your hands up the bumpy skin of his muscled arms, over scars and rough tissue that you’ve pressed kisses to countless times, to rest upon his shoulders. A small part of you is resentful, but the larger, kinder part of you is concerned; his eyes are bloodshot to the extreme, and exhaustion is etched deep into the lines of his face. You dig your nails in and massage a little roughly, feeling those worried knots and doing your best to soothe them with gentle palms.

It hits him then, just exactly what he’d missed out on by getting caught up, and his shoulders sag under the tender weight of your caress, twitchy energy that can keep him up for days deserting him instantly. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly.

You smile at him, fond and warm, one hand trailing upwards to cup his jaw. “It’s okay.” His skin is something you’ll never get tired of touching, you think, as you rub your thumb over the swell of his cheek. You pinch him a little, coy and mean the way you know he loves, before soothing it with a whisper of a kiss when he hisses playfully. “Although, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And what is my punishment?” he asks dryly, guilt pushed aside to indulge in your teasing as you lean closer to hide your smirk in the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be in bed by 11 p.m. sharp every night for the next week.” You can tell an objection is on the tip of his tongue, and you fix your teeth along his throat in warning. “I’ve already cleared everything with Splinter and Leo.”

Donnie sighs both in pleasure and in resignation. “Are you trying to seduce me into having healthy sleeping patterns?”

You start to kiss his neck, soft grazes of your lips against his scaled skin. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Well—”

“If the answer isn’t yes, I’ll be very offended and I’ll be forced to dump you,” you add airily, tongue flicking leisurely over his rapid pulse. “You're incredibly lucky I haven't already for ditching me for World of fucking Warcraft.”

“Oh, blackmail too. Lucky me,” Donnie mutters, but it’s full of mirth and he doesn't push his luck any further.

You grin against his skin, and you grin even wider when he starts as your teeth scrape along the column of his throat. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips, and you bite down harder just to feel his grip tighten.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, unable to stop himself bucking up into you. His breathing has turned to panting, short and desperate gasps that make heat curl in your stomach, and you trail your nails down the keratin of his plastron slowly.

“You love it,” you murmur coyly, fingers brushing against the elastic of his waistband mischievously. “And you deserve it.”

Donnie curses loudly, head falling back as you pull on that elastic just to let it snap back against him. His pants are soaking, and you feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction as you slot your knee between his thighs. It does terrible things to your ego seeing him like this; it makes you drunk and dizzy seeing him drenched and needy for you, and you groan under your breath as he grinds against you.

“Please,” he whimpers.

You hum as casually as you can. “Please what?”

“Fuck, please, I need you—” He cuts himself off with a loud cry of your name as you slide two fingers past his waistband and into his dripping cloaca.

“Keep going.”

He’s quick to turn into a blubbering mess, drool running down his chin and words slurring as he babbles and begs you to continue finger-fucking him. “Don’t stop, please—yes, yes, right there, there, fuck—”

Your fingers pump in and out, scissoring inside him at a harsh pace you know he likes. He’s sopping wet but that doesn’t stop the tiny spikes of pain mixing deliriously with pleasure as you stretch him wide without warning. You can feel his slick coating your hand, running down your skin and over your knuckles, and he only gushes more when you add a third digit.

“Faster, faster,” he chants shakily, almost sobbing when you slow instead.

“You’re so tight, baby,” you purr. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s definitely sobbing now. “I can take it, please, please.”

“Oh?” You curl your fingers and fuck him harder and faster, just the way he wants. His cock is there, thick and heavy and ready to drop, and he shudders as you brush softly against it.

His voice is choked as he calls your name again. "Gonna drop, please–”

Your laugh is light and a little cruel and it makes him wail, the sound overflowing with need and desperation. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh god,” Donnie gasps as your fingers rub along his length still tucked inside, a fresh wave of slick trickling down to your wrist.

“I would’ve been kind,” you tell him nonchalantly, kissing his temple and huffing another laugh when he can’t stop his hips from grinding into you, body begging you to bury your fingers deeper inside him. “But you’ve been such a bad boy.”

He drops with a guttural groan followed by a pathetic whimper, gasping apologies feebly.

You sigh and pull your hand back, your resolve faltering just a little when Donnie whines and cries louder at the action. “You’re being very bad tonight, baby.”

He’s still wearing his pants and you roll your lips to hide a smile as he tugs them down frantically, his cock finally free in the air. His hands grip the arms of his chair so hard that you swear you hear them creak, desperate to touch himself but not wanting to disobey you any further. It’s a bit late to play innocent and good now, and you shoot him an unimpressed look that makes his jaw clench. “Please,” Donnie breathes.

Your hand is still soaked, and you watch him watch you as you raise your fingers to your lips, sticky tendrils trembling as you rub your fingertips together before parting them slowly. Eyes fixed on his, you glide your tongue over his slick, sucking gently and exhaling quietly at the flavour that blooms over your tastebuds. The arms of the chair are definitely creaking now, and you smile coyly as his cock twitches.

“Please.”

As much as you love teasing him into a pathetic frenzy, you remember his weary eyes and decide to put him out of his misery. There’ll be plenty of time to punish Donnie the way he deserves later – lots of edging and whining and begging and very little relief. For now, you’ll give him what he wants.

You kneel between his legs, coquettish as you glance up at him through your lashes; he’s working his jaw, teeth clenched and eyes darting wildly as he barely holds himself together. Grasping his hard cock in your hand, slick and heavy, you begin to pump slowly.

The chirps and churrs that escape him are whining and full of ecstasy, his eyes fluttering as you squeeze your palms around his thick length, hands twisting with an obscene squelch at every stroke. The lab is quiet apart from the wet pumping and his throaty groans, and you wonder if his moaning will be loud enough to wake the others. It wouldn’t surprise you, and the thought makes your hand move faster as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

Donnie can’t stop the stutter of his hips, head falling back. “Fuck.” He swears louder as your lips suckle his tip, your name a rasping prayer spilling from his mouth. You flick your tongue, tasting the slightly bitter flavour of his precum and just how soaked he is, evidence of what you do to him coating your face, and he cries noisily when you suddenly take another few inches into your mouth and swallow around him. He’s hitting the back of your throat, and he feels like he’s about to faint from how tight and warm you feel.

A wave of embarrassment hits him as you pull back and smirk, his head still pressed against your flirtatious smile while you continue to work him with your hands. “Please,” he begs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“You’re so good at begging,” you praise, eyes sparkling when it makes him moan lewdly. Oh, that definitely woke someone up. He’s back to bucking his hips and because you’re so kind, you let him dictate the pace as you continue pumping.

“So close,” he breathes shakily. “I’m so close, please.”

“Please, what?”

His eyes roll back, and the arms of his chair finally give way, crumbling under his crushing grip as impressions of his hands mould into the metal. Donnie doesn’t stop rocking and whimpering. “Please let me come.”

You kiss the head of his cock once more, delighting in the way he tremors at the whisper of touch. “Be a good boy and come for me, Donatello.”

There’s nothing Donnie loves more than being good for you and he shows this by coming undone the second his name leaves your lips, body jolting and convulsing like he's been struck by lightning as you continue to milk his cock while his orgasm wracks through him. Your face is completely covered, ropes of his come painting your skin as he groans pitifully, the sound agonised and mewling.

It’s almost silent for a few moments, the only noises are Donnie’s wheezing pants and whimpers of oversensitivity, and you watch him quietly. He’s so beautiful like this, blissed out, stress a stranger rather than a constant companion, and you wish you could both stay like this.

The moment is over too soon as the terrapin manages to open his eyes blearily, although they nearly shut again in dizzying satisfaction when he catches sight of your come-smeared cheeks. It’s dripping down your chin, threatening to spill down your neck and to your chest, and a part of you wants to leave it, relishing in the way Donnie is entirely transfixed, but you scoop what you can on your fingers and bring the sticky threads to your mouth instead.

Donnie’s lips part and his breath hitches and it’s your turn to shut your eyes in pleasure, eyes rolling and unable to stop a soft groan as you lick and swallow what he’s given you. “Mean,” he accuses again when you finally open your eyes, and you grin at how faint he sounds.

“Just for you,” you agree and he churrs instinctively, flushing as you snicker. He’s so cute, you think fondly, letting him reach out and grasp you closer, seeking comfort. And so easy.

“I think I need that nap now,” Donnie tells you weakly, and you huff another laugh against his sweaty skin, tasting salt and nuzzling further into him.

You press a loving kiss to his shoulder and reluctantly pull back. “Shower then bed, come on.” His legs are shaky, and you purse your lips to stop from chuckling as he stumbles like a newborn lamb, begrudgingly relenting to leaning against you. “Poor Bambi,” you tease, brushing your lips against his plastron in a loving caress when he grumbles playfully.

Hopefully, no one has been awoken by your night-time activities and, if they have, you hope they’re not up and roaming because you’d really rather not have to bump into any of Donnie’s family with his come still coating your face.

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myosotisa · 10 months

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Take a Seat - s.h.

ǁ summary: What exactly did you think was going to happen when you let King Steve into your bedroom?

ǁ tags: smutty blurb, afab!reader, no y/n, nicknames are sweetheart and baby. King Steve is the King Tease.

ǁ word count: 900

"Hey sweetheart?"

You barely look up from where you're pouring over the textbook on your desk. "Hmm?"

There's a small shuffle from your friend Steve adjusting on your bed, most likely to face you. "Can I ask you something?"

Glancing back at him with your eyebrows drawn together, you catch a glimpse of his impish smile that he's attempted to make look sweet before you return to your book. "Sure?"

"Can I fuck you into your mattress?"

The world spins from how fast you twist toward him, hand gripping the back of your chair tightly as all the blood rushes to your head. "Excuse me?!"

A lazy smile tilts his mouth, eyes shining with mischief as he repeats with slow pauses for effect, "Can I… fuck you… into your mattress?"

Your jaw drops, mouth opening and closing like a fish as you struggle to force out words. "I heard you the first time, I was just giving you a chance to say something else."

"Come on," he leans back onto his palms, thighs spreading with his socks firmly on the floor. The traitorous part of your brain he's awakened looks at the space between his thighs, at the empty seat of his denim covered lap and thinks that's a perfect spot for me. "Like you've never thought about it?"

"I…" Eyes drying from staring at him in shock, you manually force a few blinks as you swallow hard. "This feels like a trick question."

"I bet you have," he says in a sigh, adjusting on the bed with what seems like a very intentional thrust of his hips upward. He adjusts to hold most of his weight on one hand, the other making a little walk up toward where your blanket meets your pillow. "I bet you've laid right here on these sheets… Hand tucked into your pretty little panties and whimpered my name."

The visual has your gut twisting, warmth spreading from between your thighs and outwards. Your face is burning hot as your eyes flick from his hand to his face to his lap and back again. "I don't – I don't understand what's happening right now."

Steve has never, ever shown any interest in you. While you've only been friends for a little while, he was known for his conquests around school. Everyone knew how they went. When he approached you, entirely friendly, asking for a study partner, you'd known it didn't fit his pattern. This wasn't how he came onto the other girls at school.

"What's not to get?" He asks teasingly, the tips of his thick fingers hooking on the top of your blanket just to shift it down a few inches. "It'd be fun."

And while the visual part of your brain talks directly to the throb of feeling in your clit explaining just how fun it would be, your thinking brain is still fighting tooth and nail against something you hadn't considered a possibility anymore.

"Why are you doing this, Steve?" I'm not your type, your mind tacks on. This feels like some kind of cruel joke, it warns.

"Because, baby," he's shifting again, upper body pressing forward as he rests either palm on his spread knees, "I like to play with my food before I eat it."

Brain coming to a grinding halt from its anxious frenzy, all that remains is a cycling repeat of his statement and the reactionary shiver it sent down your spine. “Your… food?”

This seems to make him huff a laugh, shaking his head. For such a smart girl, it made his dick twitch in his pants at how easy it is to throw you off balance, how quick you're going dumb for him. “Yes, sweetheart. Now are you going to let me keep playing? Or should I leave you alone with that wet spot that’s already on your panties?”

Your head ducks down in alarm, thinking you’re exposed to him in some way, only to see your pants still perfectly in place. When you look back up to retort, the cheeky grin on his face informs you that your reaction told him everything he needed to know. “You! I’m not!”

Taking a deep breath, shoulders rising and then falling lower than they were before as you try to release some of the sudden tension in your body. "How would we even...?"

The sudden shyness, your nervous hesitation, makes his cock throb again, one of his hands instinctively pressing down on the growing tent in his tight jeans. It nearly makes him groan at how heavily your eyes track the movement before quickly looking away with an almost inaudible squeak. “Don’t worry your big brain about it. Just come over here and let me show you.”

The way you stare at him for just a little too long, looking like a deer in headlights, makes him think maybe he came about this the wrong way. Maybe you’ll bolt like a scared rabbit. But then you silently push yourself to stand and take a few hesitant steps toward him, not quite entering the space between his spread thighs.

That Harrington charm comes through his encouraging smile, his voice a cooing murmur when he says, “Good girl.” Your thighs press together subconsciously and he delights in the new reaction. “Now take a seat,” he insists with a pat to the inside of one of his thighs. “I’ve got a spot right here with your name on it.”

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cameronspecial · 6 months

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angel anthology with like sad reader or reader wanting a pet dog or cat?

Let Me Make It Up To You, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.8K

A/N: Hope you don't mind that I combined the two ideas.

Masterlist

Y/N knows how much Rafe loves his ring collection and she knows he has a certain way of organizing them, so she wanted to surprise him with a new ring organizer. But as she was transferring his rings to the new container she bought, she accidentally knocked his rings all over the floor and now she has no way of knowing how to put them away. Rafe walks into the room, seeing the mess she made. “Y/N, what fucken happen?” he yells, looking at his second most prize possessions littering the floor. “Why are my rings everywhere?!” She had never heard his voice so raised against her. The loudest he has ever been toward her is a joking yell that she was messing up his hair. Tears swell in her eyes, she knows his rings are important to him, but this seems like an overreaction to something that should only mildly upset him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you,” she cries, picking up her bag and leaving for her dorm.

Now, staring at the empty space, Rafe realizes how wrong his anger was. He just came back from a class and the professor was such an asshole to him. Plus, he is stressed about a fight with his dad, so unfortunately he displaced his anger toward Y/N. He shouldn’t have yelled at her like that. It’s something he’s never done because he would rather stab himself repeatedly than hurt her. His eyes find something on his dresser. It looks like something he’s seen in her jewellery box. He picks it up to investigate and realizes it is a ring organizer. Personalized with his name engraved in gold with a little heart at the end. Guilt fills his stomach making it into a bag of sand. He has to make this right with her. And he knows one thing she would love.

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Y/N has been staying in bed for the past few hours. She can’t believe that Rafe hasn’t tried to call her yet and neither can Daisy. Normally, if they get into an argument, Rafe would blow her phone up like crazy. However, it’s been nothing but silence since she left his house. The knock on her dorm door gets her out of bed and she wipes away her tears so she can see the doorknob. She wants to say she is completely upset upon seeing Rafe, but she knows that is a lie. “I don’t know if I want to talk to you if it takes you this long to come to check on me,” she grumbles, walking away from the door yet it remains open. She notices that he stays at the door and this confuses her. He is always trying to get as close to her in private as he can. Not always in a sexual way, but just to be close to her.

“I know it took me hours, but I was doing something for you. As an apology and a thank you for the ring organizer. So please, let me make it up to you, Angel,” he begs. Her curiosity is peaked and she steps closer to the door. He puts his hand up, “Hold on, Angel. Before I give it to you, I want to say I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have taken my stress out on you and I promise to never yell at you like that again.” His eyes are well in fear she won’t forgive him. She doesn’t want to just forgive him like that, but this is the first time he’s done this and she heard from Topper about what happened with his professor. Her arms wrap around his neck to ease his worry, “Okay, but only because you promised never to do it again. Next time your professor stresses you out, you come to me and I’ll give them a talking.” He chuckles at how cute it would be to see her yelling at his old professors.

“Got it. Now, for your surprise,” he gives her a kiss before breaking away to get her gift. The soft mewling gives away what he got her and before he even gets back, excitement is all over her face. “You got me a cat,” she squeals as he returns with exactly what she wants. He is holding a small orange tabby in his arm. He hands it over to her with a smile, “I knew you would like it. I was thinking you could call her Rafe is an idiot. So I know never to be an idiot again.” She shakes her head at his joke. “No, Rafe. I’m going to name her Tabitha. I’m going to have to keep her in your frat house though. The dorms don’t allow pets.” “That’s the plan, little Tabitha is Alpha Epsilon Pi’s new mascot,” he admires the look in Y/N’s eyes. His hand brushes the fur on the top of Tabitha’s head. He’s so glad that she forgave him because he doesn’t know what he would do if she didn’t.

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sc0tters · 1 month

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Night to Change | Rutger McGroarty

summary: when Rutger is cleared for sexual activity all he can think of is the team physio.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, fingering, oral (fem and m receiving!), underaged drinking, swearing.

word count: 3.87k

authors note: I forgot how much fun it is to write for Rutger! we all have to thank @fantillisdaylight again for letting me bounce this idea off of her. I straight up loved the middle parts of this, I wrote it at like 2 am and got all the chaos that came with it.

The boys were happy to be back.

Rutger felt like he was on cloud nine coming back as the captain of the USA wjc team that won. Not only was the hockey team hosting a party to celebrate the first win of 2024, but it was also their champions that held their medals proudly. For most they were just happy to be back, even if it meant that they were in their uncomfortable beds that colleges seemed to love so much. Yet for Rutger it was like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders, being cleared by the physio’s for sexual activity and he was ready to explode “you okay Rut?” Your hand pressed against his back pulling him out of the daze he was in.

His throat went dry as his eyes went wide seeing the concerned look on your face “just need a drink.” He confessed forcing a smile onto his lips, you were the girl he had a crush on since freshman year. You were the sweet student physio for the hockey team who made it impossible for the boy to fall in love with.

Tonight you were in this black dress with your white converse as your hair had been freshly curled “you want some company for that?” Your offer made him freeze watching your rake your fingers through your hair “you can say no Rut.” His silence made you frown causing you to turn your foot wanting to leave him.

The boy however was quick to wrap his hand around your wrist “just didn’t think you’d want to come with.” Rutger confessed seeing your sorority sisters sending you both a smirk as they knew all about your feelings for the sophomore.

It was originally just the mere thought of him being cute and sweet. But when he got injured and was then spending almost every day. It was tough for feelings to not come into place and you were both fools for ignoring the way you felt about each other.

The day had been dreary, rain coated the glass panes of your window. You took the day off after you learnt your boyfriend had cheated on you. The poor weather did little to make you feel better this resulting in you practically rotting under your blankets all day. Or at least that was what you were doing until the sudden sound of knocks at your window caused you to groan.

Emotions served worse than a hang over as you wrapped your blanket around your head looking to where the noise came from. Your jaw dropped seeing Rutger perched on the rose wall that climbed up your side of the house “oh my god.” Your hand cupped your mouth as you held back a laugh pushing off of your bed making your way to him.

You were quick to open your window as it let the rain fall in “what on earth are you doing here?” A dry laugh left your lips as the boy pushed his now soaked hair out of his face “missed you today.” The new year had barely started and preseason training was all that the team had their minds on.

It warmed your heart that he cared “needed some space.” You shrugged dropping your blanket “but come in before you get a cold.” You ushered him inside caring little for the rules of your sorority.

Rutger had never seen your room yet if you had asked him this was exactly how he thought it would have looked “you’ve been crying.” He frowned seeing your bloodshot eyes that brought out the clumps your mascara had sticking to your eyelashes “what happened to ya?” The hockey player asked noticing the empty pint of ice cream that sat next to your bed with an unopened bottle of vodka “Jake cheated on me.” Your star boyfriend of three years and the captain of the wrestling team was disliked by the entire hockey team.

In that moment Rutger wanted to go hunt him down in his frat and punch his face in “are you okay?” Your sniffles reminded him of the fact that you were still suffering from a heartbreak “honestly she thinks she took my man but she just took my problems.” You pointed out sitting on your bed.

The boy let a laugh escape his lips as he sat next to you “I don’t think he ever appreciated you.” Rutger sighed placing his hand on your knee “you know I’ve already been through the pity speeches from everyone else.” You pointed out which made him frown.

His thumb was soft against your skin “because he was an ass.” His nonchalant tone made you laugh “y’know you could have texted me.” You confessed letting out a yawn as the rain soothed your mind.

Rutger shook his head as he raked his fingers through your hair “wanted to see you.” His tone was sickly sweet. It made you crawl to the head of your bed only alarming the boy “come lay with me.” Your words made him worried as he knew he would be a deadman already then he’d also be a loved up man too.

Because of course whilst his intentions were pure, his feelings were powered by love “look I’m already sad so don’t leave me lonely too.” You warned shooting him a serious look to highlight that you weren’t kidding. All he did was nod shuffling up the side of your bed before he was then sat next to you.

He kicked his shoes off allowing him to lay on your bed for less than a second before you practically crawled into him “can I do anything for you?” Rutger enquired rubbing his hand over your back. But as he looking down expecting a response you had already fallen asleep, clearly needing it.

It calmed his mind to see you so peaceful and asleep as you lay there “goodnight y/n.” The boy mumbled leaning down to kiss your head before he lay back in his original position, leaving two hours later as there was no sign of you waking up.

Sentiments of that night echoed in his mind as you smiled at him “always like to be with you.” He surely had to know how his words made your knees buckle “you want to lead the way f’me then?” You locked your hand with his as he nodded.

Rutger didn’t hesitate to pull you through the crowd “now what kind of drink am I getting for the lady?” His voice was louder trying to get over the speaker that was in front of them “whatever you want baby!” You laughed kissing his cheek.

For the reminder of the night you were practically stuck by the boys side “how the hell did she get him on that dance floor?” Luca furrowed his eyebrows seeing the sight of Rutgers hands gripping at your hips as your ass was against his shorts “because she’s hot and he’s obsessed with her.” Ethan laughed as she turned around with a grin on her face singing along to the song that was playing.

Both of you were feeling a buzz as alcohol roared through your systems “fuck you’re so pretty.” Rutger confessed letting his head drop to your shoulder “such a sweet boy ain’t ya?” Your lips smacked together as your fingers ran through his hair enjoying how he moved in your rhythm.

His “mhm.” Sent vibrations through your body making you force your thighs together “been thinking about how much I’m gonna miss you.” The song ended changing into something slower.

You knew you were progressing your career getting into an NHL team as a physio and you didn’t know what the next year held for the boy “you still got me for a couple of months.” Rutger pointed out turning his head up to look at you “yeah but you’re no longer gonna be in the office.” The confession made your cheeks burn.

Part of you hated admitting that you were going to miss the boy more than you were meant to “you telling me I’m your favourite hockey player?” A grin painted his face “you’re my favourite boy Rut.” You corrected him letting your lips hover over his.

Rutger felt his throat grow tight like he could no longer breathe “you are playing a dangerous game.” He warned licking his lips like it was going to help “you gonna stop me?” You cocked your head letting a smirk form on your face as you waited for his answer.

But instead the boy stayed quiet “let’s get out of here.” He offered holding his hand out to yours “mine is just down the road?” He smiled like you read his mind.

It took the two of you less than five minutes to sneak back into the silent sorority building. Not that it mattered anyways, the president already knew she was going to keep her mouth shut about seeing you leave with the sophomore. Rutger did his best to keep his hands to himself until you shut the door to your bedroom “you want to finally kiss me pretty boy?” You ran your thumb over his lip.

Rutger wasn’t ashamed of the whimper that left his lips “please.” He nodded gripping his fingers at your sides when you pulled your legs over his thighs to straddled him.

The air in the room grew hot “you get any special attention in your injury?” You wanted to make him sweat, to make him almost work for the pleasure that the mere thought had your mouth watering. The boy shook his head “only thought about you.” The confession made you smile as your heart swelled doing flips.

Your hand scratched at the nape of his neck “always such a sweet boy.” You mumbled as you kissed his lips. The moment was soft as he melted into your touch letting his lips graze yours “fuck.” He moaned feeling you nip at his lower lip.

You pulled away with a smirk “think it’s about time I give you a reward for being such a loyal boy.” You dropped to your knees going eye level with his aching bulge that had been pressed against his shorts since you two started dancing.

As you licked your lips looking back up at him Rutger couldn’t help but grow embarrassed “you don’t have to.” This was the moment that he was so used to picturing before he wrapped his hand around his cock in his room imagining that it was yours instead.

You shook your head hooking your fingers under his waist band of his shorts “need you to push your hips up for me.” You we’re glad that he was fast as you added as you were barely able to get his shorts and boxers pulled down two or so inches “you’re so big.”You almost complained feeling as though you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

The tip of his cock was swollen with precum oozing from it “please baby just do something.” Rutger begged seeing you stare at him “since you asked me so nicely.” You smirked dropping your head down to send kitten licks to the mushroom head of his cock.

The boy groaned clenching his hands in your duvet “such a desperate boy ain’t ya?” Your hand wrapped around his boner making it almost impossible for him to stay up straight “god you’re gonna kill me.” The hockey player gasped as he watched your lips wrap around him.

Rutgers eyes fluttered at the sight as you began to control your movements letting yourself take as much of him as you could “fuck.” His hands gripped at your hair doing its best to form a makeshift ponytail.

You hollowed your cheeks out allowing yourself to take more of him as your nose hit his pelvis bone “this is heaven.” He moaned as you tilted your head in a way that let you take even more of him into your throat. Gagging noises echoed off of your rooms walls “I’m gonna.” Rutger cried out as you replaced your mouth with your hand.

It pumped the boys cock as his thighs began to bounce to meet your hand as your other cupped his balls “you wanna make a mess?” You taunted pushing your knees up so that you could kiss him “so bad.” Your cherry lipgloss made him feel drunk all over again as his eyes screwed shut.

Rutgers jaw went slack but he couldn’t find a way to get any words out “please.” He begged letting his lips graze against yours “want to to make a mess f’me okay?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer you as you replaced your hand with your mouth once more going back to swirling your tongue around his cock.

Rutger tugged at your hair not knowing how much longer he would last with your new movements “fuck fuck fuck!” He cried out feeling his lip shake as his release shot into your mouth.

You lapped up all of his release as you continued to help him ride out his orgasm “sugar I’m gonna need you to stop before I come again.” His confession make you smile as you let his cock slide from your mouth with a pop.

The boy watched you swallow his release letting slide down your throat as your saliva coated his cock “god that was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.” Rutger gasped watching you get up to straddle his thighs “there is plenty more from where that came from.” You teased running your fingers along his jaw.

You loved watching him squirm “think it’s my turn to make you feel good first.” Rutger announced as he pecked your lips “you don’t have to.” You shook your head wanting to focus on him.

Yet that was no match for him as he flipped you over laying your head on your pillow “now I think we need to get you out of some of this.” Rutger pointed out as he kicked his shorts to the floor.

A smirk formed on your face “what do you suggest then?” It took him seconds to pull your dress off “wow.” He muttered at the sight of you in your bra and panties “knew you were getting fucked tonight?” The dark blue lace complemented your skin making his mouth water.

You nodded with a soft smirk coaxing your lips “took a risk.” You joked seeing the boy settle between your legs “such a pretty girl sugar.” There was a new nickname that he seemed to adore going to kiss you.

He loved the way you responded as his lips moulded into your “please make me feel good.” You mumbled spreading your legs open when you drove your hips up to meet his “won’t make you wait any longer then.” The hockey player nipped at your jaw letting a trail of sloppy kisses down the valley of your breasts to your stomach.

He stopped when he was met with the waistband of your panties “been thinking about you like this for so long.” His thumb massaged a circle on your hip “what’s the point in waiting any longer?” You cocked your head as your teeth caught your lower lip.

Rutger couldn’t find a way to say no “want to make you feel so freaking good.” He announced pulling your panties off of your legs letting it add to the pile that was on the floor “god you’re gorgeous.” The boy murmured thinking he was dreaming at the sight of you.

His lips grazed each of your thighs spreading his attention between them both “been thinking about you all through our sessions.” He confessed stopping at each side “wondering if I’d ever get you like this.” The boy gasped propping his face by your cunt “god Rut do something before I-” you were cut off when he licked a stripe up your slit.

It made you jump when you felt his teeth nick your clit “fuck!” You whined making him freeze with concern “you okay?” He furrowed his eyebrows wondering if he had gone too far.

You shook your head “Rut baby how many times have you gone down on a girl?” Your question made his cheeks turn red “you’re safe here.” You reminded him as you sat up straight still with him between your legs.

Rutger chewed at the inside of his cheek “twice but with one girl.” The girl he had slept with in his freshman year was privy to both of those attempts “you gotta go softer baby.” You confessed gripping at his hand.

You weren’t against helping to teach him “you feel this?” You asked pressing his thumb against your clit “yeah.” Rutger nodded watching how responsive you were to his new movements.

He continued with his thumb but then let his fingers tease your cunt as he let them tease your core “just like that.” You muttered beginning to feel your eyes flutter “then you wanna suck where your thumb is.” You explained letting your head drop back to your pillow.

Rutger nodded to himself as he continued to thrust his fingers into your cunt letting your walls hug his fingers “there you go.” You moaned as he swirled his tongue around your clit causing your fingers to latch to his hair.

The boy groaned at the sensation sending shivers through your body “god Rut.” You complained gripping your feet in the sheets as you squirmed against him.

Rutger treated the moment as though it was his last on earth. As you were so focused on the feeling of his tongue against your clit that you didn’t notice him insert a third finger into your cunt “god fuck don’t stop.” You only had your vibrator to help you in the recent months after your break up.

So this was now a welcomed change for you as that device only got you so far “so sweet sugar.” Rutger mumbled arching his hand in a way that let him hit even deeper in your cunt like it was possible.

You watched him through hooded eyes as he smiled looking up when the feeling of your clit against his tongue made his cock grow hard again “I’m so close.” Tears formed in your eyes as your thighs squeezed the sides of his head, only acting as encouragement to push him to go even faster.

Your hands left him and went to your bra pulling the straps from your arms “please Rut I need it.” You begged grazing your thumbs over your nipples as your eyes rolled back into your head. White spots painted your vision as moans escaped your lips.

Your cunt clenched around him in these spurts as you reached your high “fuck that was so hot.” He let his fingers slide into his mouth to taste your release.

Rutger watched as you took a moment to breathe catching your breath “think you could give me one more?” He asked trying his hardest to avoid the sight of your breasts when you reached behind you to take your bra off “lay down f’me and I’ll show ya.” You wriggled your eyebrows making him pull his shirt off of his chest leaving you both naked.

His last act before he went to lay down was reach into his wallet as he grabbed a condom “here.” He muttered handing you the silver package “lay on your back f’me.” This time when you kissed his lips it was soft and almost caring as you ran your fingers against his jaw.

You wanted to make sure the boy was comfortable as he nodded laying his head flat on your pillow “trust you.” His words made your heart grow warm “you’re so sweet Rut.” You giggled as you shook your head.

You went to straddle his lap when your phone began ringing. It was Ethan by the stupid ring tone he had given himself weeks prior just to piss you off “that’s nothing.” You shook your head ignoring it as you went to kiss the boy again.

Both of you tried to ignore it yet as you heard the phone go off again it made you roll your eyes. You reached down to grab your phone quickly answering it “you better be dying.” You grumbled running your fingers along the boys chest.

The Canadian laughed “Luca got into a fight with Jake and now he looks like he has a broken nose.” Your eyes rolled at the news as you looked at Rutger who grew concerned “and what do you want me to do about that?” You asked trying to ignore the way he kissed at your neck.

The junior went quiet for a second “you are kind of our physio and basically the team mom at this point.” Ethan spoke in a duh tone “is his nose still bleeding?” You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you heard the inaudible noises that Luca let out.

Rutger grew alarmed watching you get up “I’ll be there in five.” Realistically you were the only one who could check him out without him getting into any kind of trouble with the actual staff of the team “thank you.” Ethan let out a sigh of relief hearing you hang up.

The American in front of you on the bed however had a different reaction “we gotta go check on Luca.” You explained watching him smile “what?” You furrowed your eyebrows trying to understand what was going on.

But instead he just laughed “it’s cute you care for us all sugar.” He confessed as he got up following suit “so you’re not mad?” You felt relieved as the boy stood almost a foot taller than you.

His hand tucked your hair behind your face “not when I know I’ll get you soon.” Rutgers voice was barely above a whisper as he kissed your lips.

It turned out that Rutger would only get one final chance with you in your sorority. The night before graduation left you desperate to have your way with him.

Yet it seemed that luck was going to be on your side because just as Rutger was starting to settle in to Winnipeg after a year away from you when you traded Michigan for Florida. A job came up you couldn’t say no to “you tell me you’re single but you have never been out with us once.” One of his teammates pointed out making Rutger laugh.

The question came off innocently “got a girl I still like from back home?” He shrugged watching his teammates walk into the locker room as it gave him a chance to think about you “hope that means I still have a chance Rut.” You swore you’d never seen him happier to see you before.

It took him seconds to run over to you before he got the chance to embrace you like a crazy man “Sugar what are you doing here?” He couldn’t help but spin you around with joy upon the realisation that you were indeed real “someone had to come take care of you pretty boy.” You shrugged with a smile more than happy to be back with the boy.

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byhees · 1 year

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the intimacy of hands.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 1000 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read kissing skinship petnames — more

a/n. revamped version ><

hold | heeseung

would get a teeny bit pouty when you wind up getting distracted from a conversation, eyes fixated on another object by the background; “hey, look at me too, babe”, he’d start, and when that served fruitless, he’d raise his hands to gently cup your cheeks, fingers softly brushing against your skin. “as i was saying,” a little pout, “how do you like my hair?”; and you’d just gawk at him, needing a quick second to recollect yourself from the momentary fluster.

intertwine | jongseong

finds every excuse in the book to intertwine hands with you; can’t blame though— he simply adores the warmth and softness of it all; would suggest such out of pocket, and completely random things just to give himself the right opportunities to interlock fingers with you; for instance, when baking, he’d suddenly say, “how about we mix the batter together?”, leaving you in a confused state; without much explanation, he’d wrap his fingers around your free-hand, swinging your intertwined hands in the empty space. “there! and if you get tired, i’ll transfer some energy over to you!” that’s not exactly how it works, but you’ll let it slide.

win | jaeyun

him being your number one supporter; always present for significant moments in your life, like your graduation, or maybe a win in a competition; you could just scan the rows of attendees, and you’d spot his twinkling eyes, as well as his handmade banner spelling out your name in bold, cute stickers of balloons and animals pasted all over the empty space; would also be there for the smaller moments, such as your first successful batch of cookies, or your first time solving those ‘only 0.000001% of people can get this right!’ kind of quizzes; whenever you walk up to him, regardless of whether you’re holding a medal or your phone, he’d lovingly wish you congratulations, snaking a hand and resting it on the small of your back to pull you close, and pepper your face with celebratory kisses.

lay | sunghoon

would go stargazing together with him; laying a gingham picnic-mat in the midst of a grassy field located at a nearby park, and gazing at the pretty skies above; him actually being pretty good at pointing out constellations, often times filling you in on the identity of said patterns. you, on the other hand, simply enjoyed being in his company, making out random images from the stars; “that one looks like a pineapple, no?” he’d giggle softly at your revelation, replying with a soft “not quite, but whatever you say, angel”; would often outstretch his hand, resting it on your own and tracing little constellations on your palm.

squeeze | seonwoo

is always there to help you out, especially during stressful moments; making sure that you’re all prepped and ready for a big presentation; going through your lines with you, and giving little feedbacks afterwards; on the big day, he’d wrap his hand around your clammy ones to offer affirming squeezes. “hey, hey! don’t panic, love… just remember what you recited to me last night, and you’ll be fine. trust me”, cherry on top is that he’d give you a peck before you’d leave.

hug | jungwon

is honestly so, so clingy when it comes to you; you’d be minding your own business, say washing the dishes, when a pair of arms would suddenly wrap around your waist, embracing you in a back-hug; he’d rest his chin on your shoulder, hands resting on the dip of your hip. “you were gone from bed for too, too long… i miss you already”, and here you’d be, trying to roll up the sleeves of his shirt to prevent dish soap from staining them; “it’s okay, babe.. can we just stay like this for another minute?” he’d bury his face in the crook of your neck, fingers lightly fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

wipe | riki

the type to notice even the most minute of things; say, a tiny, almost minuscule, streak of frosting on the corner of your lips— that he’d notice as well; would lean forward, extending a hand to wipe off the little bit of icing on your face, unintentionally putting a stop to your train of thoughts; “this bakery makes such tasty cakes! we shou—“ and he’d casually lean back in his seat afterwards, propping his elbow on the table, and resting his chin in the dip of his palm. “you were saying, love?”, but you’d be so flustered with all these butterflies soaring around your stomach, that you’d just pause for a moment, a light pink hue dusting your cheeks.

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saiidahyunie · 3 months

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sacrifice (eat me up)

vampire!myoui mina x doctorstrange!reader (pt.2) || fluff, suggestive

synopsis: the gala incident was still fresh in your mind not long after your recovery, but you get an unexpected visitor back at the sanctum sanctorum who turns out to be a familiar face.

wc: 9k

warnings: blood ; mentions of food ; bad dreams/nightmares ; flirting ; angst if you squint ; rushed but proofread i think idk

a/n: didn't mean to drag this series (T_T) i've been a bit busy but i hope you guys enjoy this latest installment!!!

pt.1 pt.3

it was dark, pitch black—you didn’t know when, where, or how you got here, but there was nothing.

you walk forward in the endless void of darkness, questions turning the gears in your head in search for answers. obviously you weren’t dead (god forbid it was too soon for you to die as it is) but you deduced the fact that you were still alive to some extent.

a string of voices call out faintly in the distance of empty space, the voice was familiar, but your mind was ringing at a rate that couldn’t process the information like normally.

“would you let me devour you whole?”

“take my flesh and blood y/n…”

“our fate will be consumed by darkness.”

images from the gala come flushing in your head; laughing with the other colleagues of doctors, meeting the chief and spiderwoman, mina’s smile, sounds of the applause from the crowd, screams of the guests, mina biting into your neck, slashes and groans that your ears pick up right after before passing out.

you then find yourself staring at your reflection in the mirror, kneeling while your arms are holding the body of a girl in a white dress. blurry vision hindered you from making out the face you were holding, looking back in the mirror to see mina hold you by the face and neck behind you.

“this is all your doing, the blood of the person you’ve become so infatuated with, on your hands.”

you look back at the mirror again after she whispers this to your ear, the feeling of her fingers on your neck, showing the bite mark that were two apparent dots leaking out your blood, breathing increasing by the second since everything was so hard to process all at once.

she has this devilish smirk, before smiling at your scared expression that’s reflected, fangs bearing along her teeth before she pulls you away fast from the mirror.

that was the last thing you saw before your eyes shot open to a completely opposite setting that was in contrast to your vision? or dream? or whatever the hell you just witnessed in your head just now.

you couldn’t exactly move normally like you wanted, you were tucked in a hospital bed. figured that it was in the same hospital you worked at because of the patterns on the ceiling above you with the same announcer paging doctors and nurses. haewon, you recall the person who’s in charge of announcing names, continuing to scan the room trying to piece everything together to the best of your memory.

the voice of cristina is heard in the hallway outside of your room, glancing over in the gaps of the blinds that were ajar to see how you’re doing while also giving you privacy since you were knocked out for however long it was since that evening. she ends her conversation with the fellow doctor outside and walks in the room to check in on you.

“thank goodness, i was wondering if you were going to wake up at all.” she says with a relief in her voice while you turn your head to see the window outside.

“what happened?” you croak out, coughing as you try to sit up, cristina bracing you with her hands on your chest before grabbing the nearby chair in the corner next to your bed.

“i don’t know,” responding while cristina fished for the tv remote, lowering down the volume and changing the channels. you moved your head and arms around from their soreness from sleeping like a log for whatever day of the freaking week it was. “i was having a really good time at that gala until all of a sudden i wasn’t.”

cristina hands you a mirror, not for beauty purposes, but to see the damage that was done on your neck covered by two square bandages. it wasn’t too extensive, but you did see a hint of a hickey peeking through the top under your chin.

“when we rolled you in, west was trying to figure out how the hell did you get a bite mark on the neck?”

“you wouldn’t believe who it was even if i told you.” you reply, grabbing the nearby ipad set on the table next to you, tapping on the screen to a website that showed official pictures, scrolling through the official images of the supposed red carpet outside (you don’t even remember walking past that) before clicking on a still that captured your silhouette along with another woman’s, showing cristina the picture that left her gasping.

“i know that side profile, there’s no fucking way you tango’ed with the myoui mina?!” she exclaims, clutching the tablet away from your hands, leaning your head back against the headboard as cristina examines the picture more closely.

“you’re probably smart enough to connect the dots together from that night.”

“but that doesn’t explain the bite marks and half of your dress shirt and jacket stained in your blood?”

“cris,” you begin, propping your knee up to hook both of your clasped hands against it, the cords of the iv moving along your arm with the faint beeping of the machine tracking your heartbeat filling the silence.

“what if i told you that vampires were actually real?”

“aren’t those just an old folktale y/n?”

“no, not this one.”

cristina places the ipad flatly on the bed, stepping away to peep her head out the hallway before closing the door and locking it, shutting the blinds after to give an extra layer of privacy.

“what happened that night y/n?”

you lean your head back again, tilting it at an angle as the memories start to come back from that evening at the gala. closing your eyes to come up with the best way to describe your situation, but the only thing that was in your mind was mina.

of all times, why would you be thinking about mina right now?

“the party was amazing, speaking to mr. myoui after so many years since his emergency surgery. that was probably one of the better gatherings that i’ve attended this year alone.”

“how did you get with mina?”

“there was a situation, and i stepped in. after that, we just started talking from then on.”

“and?”

you lean your head down, heart getting giddy at the feeling you felt that night with mina, the way she just acted with you, how she danced with the lights low and the disco balls scattering reflected lights across the hall, the feeling of her lips on yours before she went all vampire go kill mode out of nowhere. you smile at the tender memory before returning your eyes back to cristina.

“let’s just say that it’s most likely a one-time thing.”

“oh you wish for it to happen again don’t you?”

“hmm maybe i do, just minus the vampire bite on my neck currently.” you say, pointing to the bandages on your neck before letting out a soft laugh.

“one of the saviors of the entire universe, and yet a vampire is what puts you in this situation.” cristina says to you, grabbing the remote again and flipped through the channels before landing on the news that was covering the gala incident.

you check the date for today, only to realize that it had been almost six days since the gala. now wasn’t the time to think leisurely, you had to figure out what the hell happened in the span of almost a week—turning the volume up on the tv when the chief and detective park appeared on the screen.

their whole deposition on the situation was to figure out who or what was controlling mina that made her into a bloodlusted vampire in the first place, a really beautiful vampire in that matter to add.

the chief’s statement like most of his statements that you’ve listened to in some sort of fashion, were all ensuring that the safety of the general public as well as those who were affected by this tragedy would be cared for, while the detectives are working hard to piece the crime together—they already had a head start, but you wanted to crack this mystery first before them.

sitting in this hospital bed couped up in the room wasn’t going to do you any good, tearing off the many tubes that were stabbed inside you, the monitor tripping behind you because of the sudden unplugging as cristina let out a loud gasp at what you were doing.

“y/n?! what are you doing!?”

“i can’t just sit here and do nothing, i need answers and i need them now.” you answer her briskly, storming out the door and into the hallway, cristina following after trying to make you rationalize your decision making.

the whole scene was something straight out of house or grey’s anatomy—just a regular patient having an episode with a chasing doctor or nurse trailing behind you, that was the perfect description of the situation that you were in currently.

you managed to get to the elevator with no problem, pressing on the usual button on the panel that led you to the floor of your office. soon as you got out, your legs started to feel wobbly, leaning onto the nearby wall for stability as cristina helped you up.

“had it occurred to you that you lost a considerable amount of blood from that night?” cristina asks you, while your head is still lightheaded from the sensation that made your brain hazy.

“luckily i have you that has dabbled with hematology back in med school.”

“you can barely stand on your own if you didn't have me for support.”

“just shut up and get me to my office.”

cristina then shoves the door open to your office. everything was pretty much the same like you left it, propping yourself up on the bookcase, scanning through the shelves for this rustic, bulky book that you took from kamar-taj as a souvenir. (wong would be pissed that you stole one of his special collection of books but you would get an earful from him another time)

you place the book flat on the coffee table, flipping through the pages as you stop midway through the book, finding the spell that you were searching for exactly, resting your hands on your lap to calm your heartrate to help give the proper concentration to initiate.

cristina watches you form the closed door, the hand poses and signs you waved in the air with an orange light of energy, the cantation of the spell already underway, following along the book with what it had instructed, arms moving in the arm like a painter, finishing up with a snap that shrinks the spell, to a much more smaller size, floating over your uncovered bite wound from mina.

“woah, what was that?” cristina asks you while your eyes are closed, inhaling deeply before letting out a relieving sigh, relaxing every muscle in your body before looking towards cristina with a more soft look on your face—clearly better than how you were when you first came about from your minor coma.

“just a small spell to help with the healing process.” you answer, “i can’t determine if the bite is poisonous or not so this should help with accelerating the cells in my body to regenerate progressively overtime?”

“so no blood transfusion?”

“we don’t have anyone on my record in terms of clients that match my blood type as of right now.”

cristina walks over to your espresso machine, crouching under at the mini fridge laying beneath as she fished out two bottles of water, tossing it towards you to drink as she sat on the couch across from you, rubbing her head trying to figure out everything that has happened to you still.

“so what are you going to do? you can’t just go back to the myoui estate and expect them to show you the crime scene, not without the chief’s consent at least.”

“we need to look at this from a different angle.” you reply, placing the half-full water bottle on the table before rubbing your chin with your fingers. “the myoui estate would be a good place to look into first, but that place is ground zero for the time being, so we need to start somewhere else.”

“where else are you thinking?”

“that’s the thing. i have no idea.”

“then we can’t start if we don’t have something solid to go with.” cristina says defeatingly, raising her hand up as you huff out a hefty sigh.

silence fills up the room again as the both of you try to figure out of a possible lead to look into the whole ‘my crush turned into a vampire and i need to turn her back to normal before someone could actually get hurt’ as cristina took a sip of her water again, gears turning in her head trying to devise a possible point of entry into the case without the police knowing.

“what if we tried getting in touch with mr. myoui directly?” cristina asks you, waving your hand and shaking your head in decline to the idea.

“as it is, they’re knee deep in the news and press talks since this did happen in their house. it would be good if the birthday celebration wasn’t riddled in controversy.”

“mr. myoui really has a long track record of giving press releases for most of his life come to think about it.” cristina says, leaning back on the couch a little bit more, letting the small of her back slide towards the seat, almost slouching now.

records…for some reason that word was replaying back in your mind, staring at the bookcase before your eyes were caught with the filing cabinet that was placed in the ignored corner of your office, where the cloak of levitation would idly float there whenever you weren’t using it.

“records. wait, that just gave me an idea!” you beam out, shooting straight up from the couch, gliding over to your desk to log into the desktop computer.

“what happened y/n? what is it?” cristina asks, face features shifting to a more confused face with her eyebrow raised in a high arch.

“i need you to pull the records on the myoui family’s file that we have of them currently.” you instruct cristina, typing away on the slim keyboard at your fingertips and clicking through website links like there was no tomorrow. “there might be something related to their psychiatric cases. i need you to help me get in touch with someone that helped them in the recovery of mr. myoui’s emergency brain aneurysm surgery.”

“who are you talking about?”

“the phone number to dr. hirai, and that’s the second thing that i need right now.”

“what’s the first?”

“get me a change of fresh clothes for me will ya? i know you have extras in your locker and it’s not my fault that we’re similar in sizes.”

cristina scoffs, rolling her eyes at your demands before she happily complies, heading out the door while you grasp the phone to call a long time friend you hadn’t talked to in ages, the line ringing as the voice on the other end was bright, and sweet like peaches.

“hi momo! yes i was at the gala, and i’m fine now thanks for asking. i have a favor to ask you, can i arrange something with your dad? i think he can help me disclose something that i’m trying to uncover here.”

“this has come to me on such short notice y/n, but luckily i had an opening between my consultations so that i could meet you.”

“i hope you don’t mind dr. hirai, but i need your help with something.” you say to the wise psychiatrist, sitting across from him in his office that looks like a closed off section of a penthouse. the walls were decorated to reminisce the glory days of japanese heritage, tapestries that were covered with symbols that promoted goodwill and a long life you’d assume, but that wasn’t what you’re here for.

momo approaches you two with a tray with three simple teas, setting it down neatly on the table softly humming with a huge smile spread across her lips.

“thank you dear.” dr. hirai says to her lovely daughter, “if you want you can stay for a bit. i don’t know if you’re working at the firm today, so the offer stands.”

“i won’t mind staying, but it seems that you two are going to talk about something important so i should give you guys some privacy.” momo replies, raising her hands up in defense before stepping away slightly.

“it’s fine momo. actually, you can help me with this too. it’s about mina’s family and i could use some of your insight on her.” you say, motioning momo to sit beside, scooching over to the edge of the couch to give her propper space, grabbing the teacup while doing so.

the three of you share a quick drink followed by a hum of approval, the sweet, sugared tea tickling your tastebuds, placing the cup back on the table before clearing your throat to speak.

“now momo, i know that you and mina are actually good friends with each other, and you weren’t at the birthday party a week ago, but i wanted to ask what was mina like?"

momo leans back, taking off her blazer to get more comfortable, pressing up her thick glasses before answering while dr. hirai let out a chuckle, knowing that he has seen the two of them so often that he knows what momo was going to say next.

“mina was always a person who is silent most of the time, but very deadly when she comes out of her shell. her and i go a long way back in law school and whenever we had projects, she always carried the weight i asked for her to do. the epitome of work hard, play and party harder.”

“i see. so you and her have been close friends for a good majority of your life?”

“yeah, until the situation with her parents a couple years back.”

tension hung in the air, you lean in slightly intrigued with the new revelation you just heard now.

“what happened?” you ask, gaining another sip of your tea.

“she didn’t say much, but this was when her dad had that emergency brain surgery. he wasn’t in the right state of mind during his recovery.”

“that’s weird. because i was one of the assisting nurses that night when he came to the ER."

momo pauses for a second, parting her lips before inhaling sharply with what she was about to say next.

“i was supposed to go that night, to her dad’s birthday, but i had some last minute work come up and i couldn’t make it.”

“but i did.”

“and you met her?”

“you could say that.” shrugging your shoulders at momo’s fast question.

“i’ll just say that there’s some family secrets that shouldn’t be uncovered, y/n. the myoui’s are painted to be a perfect family on camera, but behind the scenes and what mina has told me, it isn’t pretty.”

“just as i thought.” you sigh out, hanging your head down before looking out the window.

“during the recovery however,” momo starts again, garnering your attention, “mina would hear her dad spew about finding the right time to claim mina as ‘next in line’.”

“like a successor of some sort?”

dr. hirai laughs, “for a neurosurgeon you sure should have a hobby in detective work.”

momo rolls her eyes at her dad’s joke, “something happened that night, that made mina not mina. i don’t know how else to explain this.”

“i think i know. there was a red moon that night at the party when i was with her. maybe that’s a key explanation.”

dr. hirai swipes for his laptop next to him, typing on the internet to help you with the mention of the red moon you saw through the windows last night, along with the glowing red eyes of mina you saw before kissing her a second time.

“ah! i got it, it was a rare super moon that only comes twice every 4-8 years. looks like the first one was at the party.”

“what about the second one?”

“not for another seven months.”

you look up at the ceiling, trying to construct a solution at the new pieces of information you were receiving. momo feels her phone vibrate in her back pocket, picking it up ahd seeing the contact id.

“shoot, sorry they need me at work. it was nice to see you again y/n!” momo exclaims, giving you a small hug.

“thanks for the help mo. i really appreciate it.”

momo giggles as she walks her way out of the door, leaving you with just her father sitting across from you now.

“so i guess that just leaves us then.” dr. hirai says, placing his laptop off to the side. “there’s something going on that you need my help still.”

you scoot to the side of the couch that you were previously on before momo came in with the refreshments.

“well…you heard your daughter say about mina’s father. i want to dive deeper into that.”

dr. hirai places his head on hand, giving you all the attention as the room is filled with silence for just a few moments. you had only helped with the surgery, but the checkups that you assisted with when mr. myoui came over in the few months, this one flew under your radar at the time—before you became a mystic superhero.

“i know that it’s against your policy for you to disclose what you consult with your patients but,” you begin saying, “more people are going to get hurt from this if i can’t help with mina first.”

dr. hirai just stares at you, pondering at the request you just laid out for him. his face stoic—almost unamused that makes you think in your head about what you’re doing. why go out of this way to help the very same person that almost killed you?

he then stands up, air blowing out of his nose that was audible for you to hear, walking to the window that shows the outstretched of the city skyline in the bright of day. you stand up from the couch, keeping yourself in place as you wait for dr. hirai’s choice of words.

“i’ve known akira since when we were both young upstarts in our businesses here in new york. when i worked with his whole recovery process after his surgery, he would talk about a lot of things. things that would worry him for days on end. his mental health was terrible at that point, but he was able to pull himself together.”

you stand there tight lipped, eyes darting to the side at the thought that you didn’t know that mina was suffering from a terrible time. but the resolve was clear; that was mina—at the same time, she wasn’t from that moment on.

“akira always preached about his family history having power throughout all generations. with that said power, even i don’t know because he doesn’t speak of it much.” dr. hirai continues, moving around the room to a nearby bookshelf with a file cabinet next to it.

pulling out a file that has the myoui name on the tab, dr. hirai hands it to you, examining the casefile before looking up at him again, slightly confused.

“this is everything that i have on record with our consultations with mr. myoui. i consider him to be a ‘former’ client, but i have that on hand whenever he does show up to just have a chat. this is off the books, i hope you know that doctor.”

you then set the file at your side, extending a hand for a quick shake, pleased to have getting what you need to piece the puzzle together—it was still a long way to go, but a start nonetheless.

“i appreciate the help dr. hirai, next time we go to the annual medical summit, drinks are on me.”

“i like your style y/n! you can count on it.”

once outside of dr. hirai’s office, you skim through the file that you were handed, seeing the many notes scribbled on line paper, the old picture of mr. myoui with another picture just tailing at the end of the small stack of extremely confidential files. you flip to the back of the stack, seeing the group picture of momo’s family with mina’s, clearly inferring that they have known each other for quite a long time.

the bright smile of mina grazing your thumb on the two year old picture, the memory of you and her standing on the balcony together passing through your head. again, so many unanswered questions is keeping you motivated to see it through.

“i still don’t see why she would turn into a vampire of all people–”

a buzz vibrates your pocket, grabbing your phone to see who was calling you in the afternoon hours, only to see that it was an unknown number that wasn’t in your contacts. most people would just simply end the call and go on with their day, but you were desperate for any sliver of information possible. so, you answered.

“hello?” you say on the phone, walking alongside the car garage in the ground level of the building.

“y/n? it’s detective jihyo, we spoke at the gala?”

“ah! yes yes i remember. um, how did you get this number exactly?”

“i had to pull it from the chief's contacts. he was worried about you since you almost bled to death days ago.”

“right, well you could break the news to him that i’m alive and well. what’s with the sudden call?”

jihyo exchanges words with a fellow detective in the background, you assumed that this case was still fresh, all hands would be on deck including hers. you reach your car and open the door to the driver's seat before jihyo’s voice is heard through the speakers.

“i was hoping that we can meet somewhere, since i know your ‘real’ occupation, i thought it’d be good to bring you up in the loop with what we have with the incident so far.”

“i just got to my car, just tell me a place and i’ll be there.”

you meet jihyo at a very lowkey cafe overseeing a hilly area of a park, children’s laughter and the sound of cars serving as the background noise. you sighed out in thought, putting your sunglasses back on your face.

“so,” you say to jihyo who’s taking a sip of favorite cup of mocha that’s in her mint-colored cup while you took a finishing bite of a red velvet cupcake (cristina’s recommendation might you add by the way) before crumpling up the wrapper, “why did you meet with me spontaneously?”

“well.” jihyo says with exhaustion, “we’re spread too thin…most of the people that we sent looking for mina are either injured or supposedly dead.”

‘luckily you and the chief are still out and about with this.”

“not exactly, we need a third player in this and it has to be you.”

you reach for your backpack, grabbing the file that dr. hirai has given you all of the contents that were discussed between him and mr. myoui in their various consultations. sliding it across the table for jihyo to look at.

“this might not be much help, but any info that i give you also has to come to me. you guys can’t deal with the supernatural, but i can.”

jihyo hears this, pushed to do the same as she sends a binder that has the shorter version of what happened that night. new details of different scratch marks, injury reports, items from the gala that had lines that clearly look cut through—this was a different ball game for jihyo and the force.

“we’ve been also getting reports of multiple sightings. people are saying that it’s a female dealing with criminals scattered across the city.”

“surely that’s gotta be mina.”

“possibly, my hands are full with the stuff back at the precinct.”

jihyo slides the file you showed her after taking pictures to send to the drawing board back at her work, you taking the binder and file in your backpack as you stood up from the table, tilting your glasses down so that she could see your eyes that was filled with so much seriousness that you didn’t have since your first lab practicals back in college.

before you step away, a wave of unease washes over you, looking out toward the distance and the tables behind you almost like you were looking for someone—the thought of mina came back in your mind again.

was she watching me just now?

“something wrong y/n?” jihyo asks you, breaking your train of thought, diverting your attention back to the girl sitting down still.

“no, just thought i saw someone, that's all.”

you stand up again, shouldering your backpack and fish for your keys in your pocket before turning towards jihyo again.

“how’s spiderwoman doing?”

“she’s okay. a little scratched up, but all she’s worried about is getting her costume fixed for the fifth time this week.”

you chuckle a bit, relieving the tension that your fellow superhero was also struggling in fighting this new foe that wasn’t supposed to be a villain in the first place, as they say; the things that you do when you flirt with the idea of love. (you watch too many rom-com dramas to have your personal sitcom moment)

“you should tell your girlfriend to tag out of this one, i’ll handle this.” you say to jihyo who laughs at you a bit, cheeks flushing with a dash of pink knowing that you were right.

cristina knocks on your office door, opening the door to invite herself in to see you at your desk, papers orderlly scattered across with the projector you have showing the recorded news broadcast from that night.

“easy to see that you’ve gone full enola on this one and i’m loving every second of it.”

you turn off the projector, snapping your fingers as the cloak floats to the door, flipping the light switch while you begin to put everything tougher that you had in your office in your backpack.

“i suppose that everyone’s received the news down below?” you ask cristina, sliding the last file into your backpack before zipping up closed.

“that you’re taking a temporary leave of absence?”

“not temporary, i’ve been away from the sanctum for too long. it would be better to stay at one place rather than two.”

doctor west and jungwon both peep their head through the open door, overhearing the conversation just now.

“you’re leaving us?!” west exclaims, shocked but the surprise news you just announced.

“i don’t have much of a choice here, doctor west, i have bigger responsibilities to tend to.”

west then clutches you in a hug, you clearly unfazed by her sudden spark of emotion while jungwon invites himself in for a few moments, leaving his post at the front desk open.

“i think we’ll be fine, y/n. nice neck tattoo by the way.”

you point to your neck with the two dots on the left side, clearly present and still healing with the two obvious dots with a red line breaking down the middle. “this? yeah i didn’t think i would like it but it’s growing on me.”

gathering your things while also pushing west and cristina out the door before giving one last look in your office that you enjoyed spending most of your time in, but now this door would have to be closed for now with your cloak fast approaching you before transforming into a small minimal gold necklace around your neck.

a quick trip in your car that you would probably not use for however long, you park off to the side in the driveway next to the sanctum, placing a green cover over the car and snapping your fingers to make it vanish into thin air—it was a parlor trick you also used at a party that made the other visiting magician spew out curses and eventually storm out of the place since you stole their thunder without having any magic experience according to them.

the towering doors open with a creaking sound of the aged wood grinding against the hinges, almost greeting their long lost master after being away for so long.

it seemed that way since the place was kept clean and you see a bald asian man slide down the railing of the stairs, clearly unamused to see you, but that was his love language to you since he wasn’t someone to be vocal about his emotions in the first place.

“looks like you had a week.”

“aw i missed you too wong, nice to see you’ve kept the place nice and tidy while i was gone.”

“i know you stole my book that contained spells for party tricks.” wong says with a bitter tone, annoyed that you’ve done the same stealing trick from him for over two years now since becoming a mythical wizard.

“hey! it’s not my fault that you have the healing spell stuck in between the pages!” you dart back, walking up the stairs while wong blabbered nonsense back at you, tending to the nearby fireplace down below.

“your room was left untouched, i promise.”

“if you prank me with wolf droppings one more time, i’m stealing the whole bookshelf in your study.”

later that night, you couldn’t sleep. the nightmare came back to you again.

this time it's back in the grand ballroom of the myoui estate. the tables were empty and you were just standing alone on the dance floor, scanning your surroundings of the sea of scattered chairs moving away from you that leaves you in a guarded position, both fists primed and ready for anything that comes your way.

everything shifts with people suddenly appearing out of nowhere—its the same night at the gala again, and you see yourself and mina walk to the dance floor, hands finding their place, sliding to her back as the both of you in this memory were clearly enjoying the moment together.

it was all so nice, you’ve managed to get to know mina in a short span of time to develop a crush on her. the whole crowd of people on the floor laughing, just enjoying the moment together before the lights flash off—turning back on for an entirely brand new image of you on the floor, mina standing over you victorious, your neck gnawed through, blood leaking out while you clutched your neck, gasping for air.

you get a closer look at mina, her hands and dress riddled with blood, fangs bearing in all its glory as you hear her laugh evilly—enjoying this newfound version of herself.

“i beg of you y/n…kill me if you want to heal me…”

“mina pleas–” you reach out, clutching your head in agony, kneeling to the ground to fight off the throbbing in your brain as the grand ballroom crumbles around you, breaking underneath that leaves you falling into the darkness, screaming out for no one.

you shoot straight up from the bed, beads of sweat trickling down your forehead while checking the time—a little past midnight. going back to sleep wasn’t an option for you, not right now.

so in typical fashion for a doctor that would be working the graveyard shift, you kept yourself busy.

flicking on the light on your desk that showed the various files of mr. myoui and the family history, grabbing a nearby spellbook, this one that focused on extraction of a spirit or apparition, it got you thinking—anything could be used as a possibility so it seemed plausible to look into.

that’s when you hear the sound of footsteps landing outside of your room.

you peep out the window that oversaw the small garden you curated to see a familiar silhouette—of all places and times why did it have to be now?

with a wave of your hand, the lights turn on in your room, your cloak of levitation wrapping itself around you as you step outside to the outer area.

you can tell so easily without question.

your close friends complinted you for having a knack for knowing people’s faces and their body builds from any distance.

it was her.

in all of her beauty and elegance, there she was–right in front of you on the balcony.

“you shouldn’t be here.” you breathe out, meeting eye to eye with mina as she was across from you, sitting on the edge of the stone railing with her legs crossed perfectly like a kindergartner.

“don’t we usually say hello to each other if we haven’t seen them in a long time?” she asks you, kicking her feet that were now dangling on the stone balcony, tilting her head to her side.

“not particularly coming from the same person who chewed away at my neck.”

mina raises her hands up in innocence, closing her eyes and raising her eyebrows at the verbal jab you just threw at her before looking at you in the eyes again.

it was clear that you were still resenting her with what she did to you, but when she was just simply standing there with a simple black oversized sweater and pants with white sneakers, her hair flowing down with the bangs breaking through—it was hard to believe that she was the same person that turned into a vampire while kissing you.

“you owe me an explanation for this, inside.”

mina follows your lead back into your room. the door behind her shuts itself swiftly from the outside with the curtains moving themselves to give you two some more privacy. she leans against your edge of the bed while you fished for a hoodie in your closet.

“do you know how long its been?” you ask her from the closet, walking back out looking a little bit more presentable to mina. she looks at you with a soft glint in her eyes, gazing at your cute appearance of teddy bear pajamas with a cropped gray hoodie showing a hint of your lower abs. your hair was tied up in a messy bun and your cloak of levitation was following you around like one of those fairies from that one cartoon.

mina’s heart skips a beat, just a little.

“i think it’s been a week and i know that–”

“god, you’re so confusing.”

“what?”

you pace around the room like a propper detective (cristina would laugh if she saw your current state right now). in front of mina with your two fingers primed to your chin, letting your brain work to try to think of a proper question without sounding so harsh towards your crush to the point where you’d almost be saying ‘i don’t want to see you now, so leave’ but you kept your poker face and yourself composed as mina just watches you with a calming intent.

“look,” you sigh out, “i have so many questions for you, but i just don’t know what’s going through my head right now.” mina stands up straight, keeping her close distance, noticing that you were still distressed from everything that’s flooding in your mind–raising a hand in an attempt to calm you.

“i’m sorry, it’s a lot for me as well.”

a brief silence fills the air as your shoulders turn square to mina’s, the height difference only by a mere one to two inches. you cross your arms before running a hand down your face. in a surprise shock, mina places her hand alongside your arm, you don’t do anything about it since you’ve kept your wall up about your feelings since that night at the gala.

“i’m really sorry y/n, for what i did to you and-”

you grasp mina’s shoulders, turning her around at lightning fast speed, pinning her against the wall next to the door. she lets out a quick hitch of breath from the shocking change in your act–she was a little bit flustered by this, her cheeks tinted with a hint of pink but due to you being oblivious because of your anger, you don’t notice this.

“you’re sorry? they told me at the hospital that i almost bled to death and you say that you’re sorry?!”

mina’s lips close shut, feeling the resentment of what she caused. to be fair, if you actually used your brain for once you’d remember yourself clearly saying that mina wasn’t mina, but of course you’re too captivated by her simple beauty to think straight in the first place.

coming back to your senses, you pat down’ mina’s toned shoulders through her sweater, hands falling down to her hand–fingers barely touching each other, mouthing a soft ‘sorry’ as mina gives a nod in ‘it’s okay’ to comfort you.

realizing how close you two actually were mere centimeters from each others’ faces, you step away to give mina some space, scratching the back of your head as mina fixes up her hair.

“okay, do you want anything to drink before we start over?”

a quick snap and a change of the room, you and mina are now sitting one the same seating booth that they typically have at diners. mina tried to explain her whole backstory to you about the whole debacle about her family but ended up breaking down midway that made you hug her, holding a tissue box for her to grab napkins whenever needed to blow her nose out before continuing.

“so yeah, essentially my family is a complete mess as it is behind the scenes.”

“i’ve been told.”

mina leans her head on your shoulder, clutching your hand, thumb grazing her finger that makes her feel ten times better from just a simple intimate act. letting out a sigh of relief that she’s been holding for quite sometime you assume.

“i’m really starting to think that you’re not at fault for what you did to me.”

“really?”

you shake your head, rubbing her arm even more that makes her heart race at the touch. “if anything this just spells something bigger than your little incident.”

“but the news is saying that i’m the one responsible for causing all of that.”

mina feels your body leave her side, only to see you on your knees in front of her, head nestled between her legs as she cards her fingers through the scalp of your hair. you look up at mina from your lowered position, eyes filled with a hopeful intent that maybe mina just needed to be saved–the calling for every hero and their gig.

“the red light from the party, that’s what gave you your powers?”

mina nods, she was hesitant about the question, but knew that it would help her a lot if she told the truth.

“it makes sense, but it doesn’t explain the whole vampire act you have.”

she cracks a smile, watching you stand up snapping your fingers with a trio of spell books floating to you. each one opening and flipping to various pages while mina just sat there with her legs crossed and hands on her lap.

continuing to scan through each of the three books, the middle one catches your eye as it flipped to a page that showed a drawing of a moon, with a simple haiku that also connects the dots to the mystery of the myoui’s heritage.

“i see, that explains the family’s history of this supernatural power and given the ultra-rare red moon last week, it opened up your powers.”

“a bit much y/n, but your point is?”

“you’ve been cursed, mina.”

“cursed?”

“cursed,” you reply, “since your dad had you involved in some shady scientist work at minatozaki industries in addition to your ‘accident’, it just makes sense that your dad’s been utilizing you to instill fear in the public. technically me as well.”

mina’s head dips down from this new piece of information, not letting the distraught translate to her face, staring into your eyes apologetically–the consequences of her actions that were not her fault in the first place, but you were going to do whatever it takes to save mina.

“i’m sorry,” she sobs out, “i’m so sorry…”

“mina, don’t it’s–”

“no! it’s all my fault. getting cursed, the pressure from the family, my hatred for my dad.” she says, standing up, walking towards the door leading out to the balcony, hand reaching out for the door. “i shouldn’t have come to you, this was all a big mistake.” she just needed to get away from everything and everyone–that was the only resolve left on her mind.

hand on the door, she stops her movements when you reach out to grab her wrist, pulling her to your body in a subtle spin move, hand snaking to her lower waist while the other holds her hand still. you close the distance again like earlier when you pinned mina to the wall when she first showed up, tension still present, hesitant with your actions.

“mina.” you say firmly, eyes slightly looking down as she meets yours, the intensity lying underneath with memories of the dance you two had shared together from the gala coming back to you. “i can help you, all you have to do is just ask me.”

she looks down, realizing the position that she’s in—your arms were so open and inviting, promoting a safe haven with you. with the light dimming suddenly in the room, mina looks up again, peeking at your lips for a second. you do the same thing before meeting her eyes again, the pounding in your heart ringing in your ears, standing motionless.

you two read each other’s minds perfectly at the exact same time, tilting heads at opposite angles and meeting in the open space in the middle, locking lips for the second time ever.

the first kiss with mina was a rush, but the second one felt like the kind of kiss that you’ve been waiting for so long. lips parting and joining again and again in an enchanting dance of mouths and tongues. mina’s hands find themselves through your hair, your arms pull her closer in as mina slides her hand on your cheek, a swipe of the tongue on your upper lip catching you off guard but you return the same action. a quick inhale through the nose and shifting the angle of your head again now on the left side in tandem with mina’s right.

you shift around the room, lips still on hers as you fall backward on the bed, mina straddling you. the heat was getting infectious as her weight was above you, sliding down her waist as she let out a light moan in response.

she pulls away to catch your breath, eyes crossed and filled with so much eagerness, the desire for more spelled out on her face. you simply smile at the sight of her, cheeks highlighted with a hint of red, letting out a small laugh at her, parting her hair off to the side to get a better look at her face.

“i’ve missed you so much,” you mutter, mina leaning down for another peck before laying flat on top of you. “god, you’ve ruined me.”

mina softly laughs, that same elegant laugh that she had when you first met her, making you turn over to the side in embarrassment because of how cute she was.

“didn’t think that i’d have you fall for me that easily y/n,” mina replies to you, running her finger down your jawline, laying her head on your chest soon after. “it’s not really you when you’re like this.”

you look down at her, kissing the top of her head, pulling her closer with her arms around your waist.

“i’ve been having dreams of you recently. as embarrassing as it is to admit, but its the truth.”

mina looks at you with a chuckle, smiling at the shocking confession. “really? you’re definitely not helping your case here doctor.”

“please don’t call me that. the title gets annoying at the parties already.” you say, before busting out laughing that makes mina also share the funny moment with you as well.

mina was still mina, that’s all that mattered. plus with the fact that you had her heart and she had yours.

“you can do what!?”

“i can fly y/n.” mina replies nonchalantly, eating a fresh chocolate chip cookie from the jar in the kitchen while you sipped a small cup of coffee, still reading a spellbook trying to find a possible solution to save mina from her little vampire situation. “so what else can you do?”

“i have this crazy sense like being able to hear sounds from far away.”

“echolocation.”

“yeah whatever,” she laughs, “and i feel way faster and lighter than normal.”

“so strength, speed, and pretty much all of the normal five senses are enhanced drastically.” you say, looking up from the book to see mina with a mouthful of cookies, making her look like a squirrel saving up their nuts for the winter.

she did look pretty cute like that after all.

“this is so interesting, and your family was trying to make you harness this power?”

“well that’s the thing that i’m not so sure about.” mina replies, making her way over to you on the other side of the kitchen island. “my dad said that my power would be impossible to be taken away from me if not by force.”

“and you’re trying to get rid of it before they get to you.”

“mhm.” she says, with an eye smile. god she’s so adorable without the formalities.

“that’s why you came to me.” you say, closing up the book before waving it off to your nearby study room.

“i really need your help y/n. i don’t want to have this power let alone have anyone have it for themselves. it’s too dangerous.”

you pull mina in for another hug, something that she finds comfortable with you in the short amount of time since the gala. she melts under your touch, the scent of her hair filling your nose that would’ve made you pass out right on the spot. for someone who was on the run, you were surprised how she kept herself clean despite it only being a week.

“i’m gonna get you the help you need, and we’re gonna figure this out together. so don’t run away from me this time.”

“you were the one who fell first, literally.” mina snickers, making you hug her a little more tighter, picking her up from the ground that made her feet dangle a little bit with how high you raised her.

“i can’t believe i fell in love with a vampire.” you mumble, lips pouting as mina frowns at your statement, brows furrowing just a little bit.

“not for long, right?”

“yeah,” you mutter, “i’ll find something for you.”

mina steps away from you, placing a hand on your neck before tiptoeing a bit to capture your lips again. your hands smoothly snake themselves around her waist, melting into the kiss from the simple contact. this was too good to be true, pulling away slightly, brushing lips together before going back for another quick exchange of kisses–heartbeats increasing in the time that you indulged in each others’ faces.

you wanted to stay in the moment forever, now without the whole gala setting and mina was just a girl without the formal appearance but carried so much elegance in her casual side, the loving embrace of someone you didn’t think was possible–yet look at what you’re doing right now.

this all would’ve been a tender moment if history didn’t repeat itself.

luckily since you were back in the sanctum, being in the natural magic space made your whole powers increase overall—this also meant your senses, noticing a faint hiss coming out of mina again, but this time you were prepared.

before mina could jump at you, eyes glowing red and fangs bearing alongside her teeth. you pulled away, ducking to her waist before pushing her with the flat planes of your palms on her stomach, causing her to be taken back to a solid stone pillar just outside the kitchen connecting to the big common hall/dining room. mina gets on her fours, ready to pounce while you readied an orange sleeve of magic marks before lunging at you again.

she’s growling at you with ferocity, but you were unfazed as your cloak of levitation wrapped itself around you, your spell pushing mina back again before snapping your fingers–causing the chairs next to mina on both sides transform into chain restraints clutching both of her wrists, holding her in place.

mina tries to break free, hissing with everything that she’s got, but all of a sudden she slumps over kneeling with the nullification of her powers coming from the chains. she’s powerless for now, but now you can do the real work into what makes this curse tick.

“you’re not chewing my neck a second time mina.” you say, feeling the two marks that look like a colon on the right side of your neck before pressing two fingers on mina’s forehead before exhaling out, making her fall asleep slowly, vision blackening and her head dipping down before sighing out of relief.

“wong is totally not gonna believe me when i bring this up to him.”

your head suddenly gets a throbbing pain, shutting your eyes from the miraculous headache. faltering away from mina’s lowered position before returning back to normal. you crack your neck as mina looks up at you still dazed.

the last thing she saw before falling unconscious? the canines of your teeth slowly shifted to fangs, cracking a sinister smile before chuckling lowly.

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fiapartridge · 2 months

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intro (end of the world) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ | jack hughes

“how can i tell if im in the right relationship?”

☼ pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

☼ summary: after seeing jack for the first time since your breakup, you’re left seeking advice from your nonna…

☼ fia’s note 💌: first part of the series! thx for joining us on this 13-part-series, i’m very excited for what’s to come <3 pls enjoy “intro (end of the world)” ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

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For the past two months, you’ve felt your chest tighten and your throat well up whenever you went to bed. The other side of the mattress felt absent and empty, like the space was waiting idly for a person who would never return.

But today felt different. You saw him for the first time since your breakup. His arm was slung around Nico’s shoulder at the cafe downtown as they talked about their next game against the Pittsburgh Penguins. You didn’t feel like curling up into a ball and rolling out of there before he could see you. No, you felt like breaking into a full-on sob, letting the tears rack through your body and shake you up until you were at his feet, begging him to take you back.

Yet you stood there and you watched Jack talk with Nico, and you clung to your chest, and you stretched the suffocating collar of your scratchy sweater, and you watched him meet your eyes—and you watched him look away. It was like your two-year-relationship was never a thing, as if he had erased all memories of you from his mind. It was like you were no one to him.

Looking around, the cafe seemed smaller, as if the walls were closing in on you and you had to get out quickly before you were trapped.

You sprinted back to your apartment in record time, and upon opening the door, your back hit the wooden slab as you slid down to the ground, pulling out your phone from your pocket. Your hands were shaking, your chest was rising up and down without fail, and your vision was blurred with the amount of tears falling down your pale cheeks.

You waited two rings until your grandmother picked up. She was your safe haven for all things in life. She always knew exactly what wise words to say, and while she was thousands of miles away, you imagined her stroking your hair as you laid your head down on her lap, asking her how life was so easy for her. She would say that her life was everything but that and then go on a long speech about her younger days. That was all you needed now, and all you wanted in the future: to have her, to hear her advice and life lessons, and to pretend she’s still there stroking your hair, wiping your tears, and humming her perfect girl to sleep.

“Nonna?” your voice was shaky and tired, and she could sense it immediately. You could hear her tell your grandfather that she would be in the bedroom if he needed her.

“Sweets? Are you alright?” You missed her voice. It felt like you were calling her less and less nowadays. You hoped she would forgive you for that.

“I,” you stammered, clinging to the silver pendant around your neck. “I feel like every time something good happens to me, it all just…fades away and I hate feeling this way. I hate it, but I don’t know what to do,” you whispered. It all just felt impossible, like feeling happy held this small entity in the back of your mind, telling you that it could all be over in just a matter of seconds. You felt that in your relationship with Jack, you felt that when you saw him earlier, you’ve been feeling that way ever since you walked out of his life.

Being with him wasn’t a solution, but not being with him also wasn’t a solution to your problem. You were stuck and you were clueless as to what to do next.

“Oh, honey,” Nonna’s voice was soft and full of empathy. “Life has a way of tossing us into turbulent seas, but remember that storms eventually pass, and the sun always rises again. You’re feeling the weight of loss now, but that doesn’t mean happiness won’t find its way back to you.”

“But that’s what I’m afraid of. I’m afraid of the happiness, of finding someone new and getting hurt again.” You paused, sniffling before asking, “How can I tell if I’m in the right relationship? I feel like…like you’re supposed to know that type of stuff but I’ve never felt that, or maybe I’ve felt that too much and it’s never been true. I just… I don’t know. I really don’t know.”

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feelbokkie · 5 months

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🧡Orange🧡

☀️Feelbokkie M.list ☀️

Orange: Energy, Happiness, Vitality

genre: domestic fluff, comfort fic (minho receiving)

pov: 2nd person

description: At the end of the day, all he needs is you.

pairing: minho x gn!reader

warnings: none?

word count: 577

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"Min?" You call out in confusion when you hear your front door open.

You live alone, but your boyfriend Minho spends the night often. The problem is, you weren't expecting him today. You weren't expecting him for a while actually. He's been busy with promotions and starting choreographing Stray Kids' next comeback, you knew he was going to spend more time at the dorm than he would with you simply because the dorm is closer to the company. And he doesn't want to wake you up all hours of the night coming in.

Your heart settles in your chest once Minho comes into your line of sight. You start to sit up from your lying down position on the couch when you see the state of him. His face is bare, you can see the dark circles that normally hide behind his makeup. His face is paler than you're used to, even paler than he is with makeup on. His eyes are dead, almost as if he's a zombie. He drops his things where he stands and sluggishly walks over to you, ripping his face mask off. Your heart aches for him.

Before you can completely sit up, he's crawling on top of you. He situates his torso between your legs. His head falls on your chest, his ear pressed directly above your heart. His arms tightly snake their way around your waist, like you would a teddy bear. You gently place your phone on the floor and bring one hand to his scalp, your other hand on his face.

"Sorry, I should have at least texted you to say I was coming." He mumbles. He must feel your heart settling back to a normal rhythm.

"It's okay, this is as much your home as it is mine." You reassure him softly as you begin to scratch his scalp.

He falls quiet, you're almost certain that the combination of listening to your heartbeat and playing with his hair is lulling him to sleep. You don't mind. It's been a while since you've felt his warm embrace. Since you two have had a moment like this. He's been busy nonstop this year, peaceful moments like this are so rare. You almost feel selfish for taking advantage of his exhaustion. Almost.

"Did something happen today?" You whisper, as he lets out a sigh. You had a copy of his schedule, but you can't remember what it is he had to get done exactly today. There are so many interviews, photoshoots, and show appearances going on, you can hardly keep track. How he's able to is a miracle.

"Just...tired," He nestles further into your chest if that's even possible. It's almost like he's trying to be absorbed by you.

"Let's go to bed then. You'll be more comfortable and have more space." Your hand that's on his moves to tap his nose to get his attention.

"I'm comfortable right here," He slightly pouts, face scrunching up as you touch his nose.

"Yeah, but you could be so much more comfortable in some loser clothes and in that big, warm bed."

"Shh," He lifts his head to look at you. He cracks one eye open to a squint like he's looking at the sun. "I'm recharging."

"What are you? A phone?" You laugh? He must be tired if he's talking like this.

"Mhm, and you're my charger." You mumbles as he drops his head back on your chest, quickly falling asleep.

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ppnuggie · 7 months

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slides in,, claps hands together,, crosses legs,,

hello tumblr user ppnuggie i say ominously

i have a tarn request for you 🦀

first contact au where they dock on earth to snag a run away thats posing as reader's truck!! reader livin their best life pampering their old truck and driving on the beach and then theirs just a massive ass space ship on the beach and then giant ass robots come out and reader "nopes" the fuck outta there but when she gets to the parking lot her trUCK DUMPED HER and now shes having a very awkward staring competition with some purple man thats like "what is that thing?? its so small and squishy?? what do we do with it??" but also "its so cute,, it sounds adorable,, i like it,, i like this thing" and just fuckin,, nabs her

itd be absolutely delicious of you if there was a language barrier

　　　　　　TARN x fem reader

　　　　『　tarn ,, female reader 』

　　-> first contact au w/ tarn

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, lil crack ,, kidnapping

　　— kaon takes reader ,, lmk if you want another part to continue w/ this 🙏

" are you sure he's here kaon ? i don't remember this planet or sector ." voice gruff and questioning the smaller bot . the red mech nodded ,, optics dark and empty as he smiled . " i'm sure of it , tarn ." he replied . the mech known as tarn nodded in return ,, looking at the scanners aboard the ship known as the peaceful tyranny . there was barely any trace of a cybertronian signal . barely ,, that is . there was a faint dot on the screen ,, showing one life signal .

" prepare yourselves for departure . lets make this quick ,," tarn said to his crew ,, the djd ,, or better known as the decepticon justice division . " watch out for the life here ,, theyre .... organic ." he said slowly ,, disgust dripping from his words .

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thankfully there werent a lot of people here today . not exactly hot enough for a beach day ,, per say ,, but you didnt mind that one bit . resting in the driver's seat of your old truck ,, you smothered your face with sunscreen . just because it was 70 degrees out didnt mean you were gonna risk getting toasted by the sun .

glad there werent too many little kids around ,, you were able to enjoy your little day off without many interruptions . or so you thought ,, when all the sudden a gigantic ass space ship came outta nowhere . aint no way in hell you were gonna let this moment go though ,, knowing the ufos exist and the government was keeping those aliens locked up and away from public . fishing for your phone in your bag ,, you quickly drew it out and snapped your camera app open .

switching to video ,, you got out your truck and starting to tape the spaceship . this was something outta star wars because aint no way this was government property and a thing for a movie . or maybe it was ? you werent too sure ,, busy being in awe of this majestic ship . until it had landed and out popped its crewmates .

this had to be for a movie ,, it had to be . nothing like just happens on a wednesday . the most that happens is that commercial with the camel saying its hump day . this sorta thing happens on a friday or sunday . one of the robotic beings opened their mouth ,, static and chirps coming out . you werent too sure what it was saying though .

it was all fine until they started looking around and one spotted you . it was quite big ,, purple with tank treads maybe ? it surely didnt look like something from the government ,, but it did look like it was some sort of military machine . a shorter yet more lanky one stomped forward ,, water splashing up against its legs as its hands wrapped around your body .

your phone slipped from your hand ,, eyes wide with shock and jaw dropped open . " hey !" you yelled ,, pointing accusingly at it . " put me down this instant ! who do you think you are ?!" you spat at it . the being looked curious ,, chirping at the purple one you were just looking at .

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" boss ! look ! its one of those organice you told us about !" kaon exclaimed ,, vos coming up beside him and looking at the creature . " it even gave me its goo ! that must mean we've bonded ! oh boss ,, can i keep it ?" kaok rushed excitedly towards tarn . he shoved the creature up at him ,," just look how cute it is ! please boss ! i promise to take care of it !"

tarn backed away a bit ,, leaning down slightly to get a better look at it . " fine fine ,, just focus on the task at hand . as long as you keep it in your habsuite only ." the mech grunted ,, waving kaon away as he pulled up his internal scanners .

tarn would later question his decision . the bot they were looking for had gone into hiding and with night falling ,, the leader had become quite irritated . he would just have to wait ,, it would seem .

#transformers x reader #x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #tarn x reader #tarn x female reader #human reader #x human reader #🎇.mtmte #🎇.tarn #⌛️.first contact au #mtmte tarn #tarn #transformers tarn

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ghouljams · 2 months

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Hihi! This is my first time requesting so I’m a lil nervous lol but I LOVE ur writing, especially your cowboy aus!!

I was scrolling on insta and saw this : https://www.instagram.com/reel/C3YYJmyPETo/?igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Immediately thought of cowboy!Graves during a rodeo winking and giving reader, who’s sitting in the front row with her friends, his signature devilish smile when he lands on the fence. Maybe even taking his hat off and reader thinks he’s just saying hi (tipping his hat yk?) but he ends up putting it on her head?? Save a horse ride a.. yk 😏 kinda thing

Maybe he comes and finds her after the show or vice versa and it gets a lil spicy?? Or maybe some fluff + banter would be better? idk 🤷‍♀️

NEwaysss just some late night thoughts that are squirming their way into my brain. Totally feel free to ignore this and have an amazing day/night!! 🫶🫶

Ok, I hope you don't mind me tweaking this a little, I've got Graves set up as a bull rider, with his sweetheart riding brocs, and this just popped into my head as soon as I saw that man hit the bars.

The bronc bucks you right off and onto the metal fence. Your shin hits the bar and you nearly roll over the top into the crowd. You manage to catch yourself before that happens but not before nearly face planting into someone's lap. You look up and flash them your best smile, and feel the wind rush out of your sails staring up at Graves. Eyes previously fixed down your shirt, dart to meet your own. His lips curl over his teeth in a way that make you think he'd rather bite you than anything else, more baring his teeth more than smiling. Heat rushes to your face, embarrassment flooding you.

"Howdy," He coos, and you scramble to get off the fence and back into the ring. He laughs when you jump back down to the dirt, and the sound follows you on your way to settle the horse. You reach up to fix your hat and hit empty air, you look around the ring for it and spot your least favorite bull rider plucking it out of the stands to settle on his head. He waves his hat for you and you feel your blood boil.

Forget the horse you hustle backstage, you cannot think about the horse and your hat, and the way he'd smiled at you without a stiff drink.

"That was a first place dismount," One of your friends laughs, as you look around for you stuff. You need every reason not to stick around. You're smart, you're capable, you know exactly what's going to happen in the next few moments if you aren't ready to book it.

"Fourth place ride," You grumble, snagging your water bottle from their hand. You get most of the way out of the door before you're caught.

A firm arm catches your waist and spins you to meet a wolf's smile. You do your best to look unamused when he tells you, "That was a lucky dive you took."

You work your tongue over your teeth for something to do instead of talking, trying to come up with the kindest way to say 'give me my hat back and let me go' the best you get is: "Thought PBRs didn't show up 'til tomorrow." If you'd thought the subject change would help it doesn't.

"You keepin' track of me? Here I thought you didn't like me." Unflappable, you don't think you've seen this man break once since you met him. You wonder what's wrong with him. Usually folks are able to take no for an answer.

"Never said that," You try to shake off his grip and he pulls you closer. Your arm bumps against his chest and you stiffen at the firm muscle. "A little space?" You gripe, feeling him lean into you.

"I'm alright," He purrs, tipping his head and running his thumb along the top edge of your belt, "comfortable actually."

"You flirt with all the bronc riders?" You ask watching a few walk by and smile at him, he raises a hand in greeting and pushes his hips against yours. You can't help the shiver that snakes its way down your spine, the way your hand goes to grab his wrist when his fingers brush against your stomach.

"Just the real feisty ones."

"So all of them." You make a small noise pressing back into him to try and get away from the warmth of his hand.

"Don't be like that sweetheart," He presses, his chin settling against your shoulder, the depth of his voice makes you squirm, you hate flirts, you hate that they get to you like this, "you and me are end game, the sooner you figure that out the better it'll be." He hums, and you can almost feel him thinking before he tacks on, "for both of us."

He lets you go and you stumble a step out of his grasp, turning to glare at him. He settles his hat on your head and suddenly your glare feels more like a pout.

"Lemme buy you a drink, help ya walk off that dismount." He offers with a crooked smile.

"Top shelf," You glare.

"Of course," He cocks his head.

"As much as I want," You narrow your eyes further, just because it makes his eyes sparkle with heat.

"Anything you want sugar, any time you want it."

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Maybe you can entertain one flirt once. Especially when he slips the bartender a black card and orders a round for the bar. You probably should notice that everyone in the bar is masked, and sporting the same rook/spade insignia, but you're a little more preoccupied with the drink Graves slides you. Your confidence only wavers when you remember you didn't tell him what you drink, and somehow- somehow he's gotten it exactly right.

#cod x reader #x reader #phillip graves #phillip graves x reader #phillip graves cod #graves cod #graves x reader #graves mw2 #graves call of duty #phillip graves call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cowboy au #pbr!graves #f!reader #Graves you better get outta there before the 141 shows up for Goose's ride #otherwise you're fucked

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myosotisa · 9 months

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Take a Seat: Extended Edition - s.h.

ǁ summary: What exactly did you think was going to happen when you let King Steve into your bedroom? (Now with full smut!)

ǁ tags: smut. not plot just dirt. mean!dom Steve with demeaning praise, pinching, dirty talk, fingering f receiving, implied size kink (i know his dick is big), protected p in v, spanking. dubcon photo taken at the end. afab!reader, no y/n, nicknames are sweetheart, baby, good girl, dirty slut. King Steve is the King Tease. And a perv. not a happy ending but not a bad ending? about what you'd expect, really.

ǁ a/n: the girlies ask and i answer. tagged everyone who interacted with the first blurb at the bottom. the first 900 words are the same. never ask me for anything ever again /s

ǁ word count: 4k