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cherry-leclerc · 2 months

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method acting ☆ cl16

genre: series, glimpse of angst, fluff, humor, strangers to friends/roommates to lovers, a bit of back and forth

word count: 4.2k

cherry here!...and it all comes crashing down.

ch. one ch. two ch. three ch. four ch. five ch. six

Chapter 5

Life, as you fear, is falling apart as you're confronted with a serious case of writer's block that puts your career on the line. As a solution, you're roommate helps you plan a solo trip to the Amalfi Coast for a much needed break but it doesn't take long for you to meet a certain Monegasque who lays passed out on the beach.

For years, you spent time behind a screen, mindlessly running after Eleanor with a notepad, messy hair sticking out like a madwoman. It must’ve been quite the sight for your fellow colleagues. A constant cycle of proving yourself to others—to your own fucking parents—that what you were doing was going to be all worth it at the end. It was only right that you were utterly exhausted.

Now suddenly, there’s this boy. He has the prettiest watercolor eyes you’ve even had the pleasure of admiring, the cutest dimples, a charming nose, most feathery lashes, pinkest lips, and above all; a heart of gold. You’ve been thrown the toughest battles—the kind you would’ve fought alone if it weren’t for Amelia and Roman—but the universe has rewarded you.

In the span of a month, Charles has completely won you over. From his boyish grin to his dominating smirk. There was just something about him that fell into place with you; like a puzzle piece. The Monegasque never failed to make you feel giddy all over, butterflies soaring freely inside your stomach.

Only now, there were a different type of eyes lurking back at you. Livid, you almost flinched at the thought of them turning red. Resentful, the kind you only thought you knew. Broken, like the glass plate laying at your feet.

But the worst had to be the betrayal, written all over them.

And you knew at that moment. This was the last and only summer.

“Wouldn’t it be scary if I just zip down because a shark bit my leg?” you ponder, gently threading through the tides. The green eyed boy tilts his head in amusement. If he hadn’t taken the time to understand your wild imagination, or dark humor, then he would’ve rolled his eyes and yawned. Instead, he slowly nudges your calf, lighthearted, droplets sliding down his face.

“Not so much as scary, but rather impossible. Sharks don’t swim near the Amalfi Coast.” You nod, though there’s a skeptical aura that lingers as you fix your snorkel. The brunette sneaks a loving glance, taking in your rosy state, scrunched nose when you swallow a gallon of sea salt water. He laughs. “You should keep an eye out for jellyfish, eh. Now those are a problem.”

“Jellyfishes and I are friends. They would never intentionally hurt me. C’mon, let's go back.”

The day had started early. Four fucking a.m. The Monegasque had hurled you out of bed, declaring that time was running out and he needed to spend all of it with you. The day prior, he had promised he would always text, call, and visit. It made your heart flutter and pounce all at the same time.

Hence, snorkeling. It was a fun and quick activity, so naturally you agreed with a killer pout as you squinted at the bright sun, despite it being the crack of dawn. Signaling to a glimmery oyster, you excitedly nod when he makes his way over. Once you reach the surface again, you clap with delight. “Can you open it for me?”

He doesn’t answer, but rather focuses his attention on snapping it wide. You can feel your eyes shimmer at the sight, an electrifying pearly white. Almost greedily, you pinch it in between your fingers, bringing it up to parade. “That is absolutely stunning. Oh my God, do you think I could turn it into a ring?”

His lips curl. “I’d say so.”

After that, you both settle into a comfortable silence. The sun was blazing hot at this point, and still there was a breeze. Just when your face would start to dry up, you would dip back in and beam at the Monegasque. He grins, crinkles, hugging the corner of his eyes. He allows himself to swoon when you wink up at the rays of sunshine. “So, I was thinking…”

“Mhm,” you murmur, orbs trained on your newly prize possession.

Nerves fill the brunette’s veins, sharp hands gently massaging his jaw, letting out a shaky breath. You furrow your brows, cocking your head to the side. Is everything alright? Charles sheepishly smiles. “Well, I, uh, was wondering…” He trails off when your lips wobble, hinting that you knew what this was all leading up to. “Would you like to go out on a date? With me,” he adds shyly.

“You were kind enough to seek me a gem,” you hum. “I would love to, Charles.”

“Wonderful,” he sighs in relief. “I-I-I know we sort of skipped a couple steps a few days ago,” he stutters anxiously. Your cheeks burn up at the reminder of him in between your legs. “So— but—I’m definitely glad that we’re able to—ouch!” he yelps in pain, teeth gritting. You fill up with panic, frantically eyeing the clear water.

“What? What?” you urge. “It’s a shark, isn’t it? I knew they would find a way!” The 26 year old barely had a chance to fill you in on what was really going on, but couldn’t really do much when you zoom out, popping the pearl into your mouth safely, floppy arms threading fast to the point that they became sore.

“There’s no—oh my word.” He grimaces, a painful expression mapped out as he, too, follows you out as quickly as he can. As he limps over to you, you scream, shiny jewel falling straight onto the ground.

“Charles, Charles, Charles.” Your stomach drops, fingers jittery, “There’s a jellyfish wrapped around your ankle…”

“You’re all caught up,” he grunts. “Get it off!”

You squeal when he lifts his leg up at you. “I can’t! Can’t you kick it off or something?”

He clenches his jaw, heavy pants filling the air. “And risk getting stung again? No, thank you. I drive for a living! I need this thing off.” He flings his leg and the transparent sea-creature disconnects, landing straight into the water. He stares back astonished and you simply laugh loudly and maniacally. You did it! “Yes, now pee on it.”

“Oh—hell no. What is this? A kink of yours?” Your nose scrunches up with clear disgust, as if you just caught a whiff of a baby’s diaper. Charles scowls. It’s supposed to help—do you think I want to do this? You gag, adamantly shaking your head. “No, no, I’ve read about this! We can add vinegar!” Briskly grabbing your essentials, you grip his wrist, already dragging him to his car.

He tears up—though, denies it—almost kicks you, and groans like a baby, but survives his injury. “Better?” Barely. Washing your hands, you share a stern glare. “At home remedies. Godsend.” He sulks deeper into his seat, wet hair trapping his face. Once you dry your hands, you plop down next to him, pecking his lips. “Grump.”

A beady eye pops open before snapping back shut. “I’d like to see you get stung.” You gasp theatrically, playfully swatting his shoulder. He chuckles, hauling you atop of him. You almost giggle like a teen, but manage to tune it out. “How ‘bout our date?”

“How about you rest? Cha, we can go out tomorrow.”

His bright eyes dim. “But we only have a few days left…”

Your mood comes crashing down as well, downcast eyes flickering like fireflies. “Then I should get ready, no?” His lips turn upward. “Meet me by the door in fifteen.”

It’s a rush, digging through your suitcase, trying to find the perfect dress, the perfect flats. You lose a good chunk of hair as you comb through it, due to the salty water, but manage. You briskly fly through your makeup routine, slather your body with perfume and lotion, and dash back downstairs, finding him already standing there.

Charles was at edge up until that moment. His tenseness slips away as soon as he sees you, looking as beautiful as ever. There’s a harsh tan going on, but even that makes you all the more breathtaking. He’s not too bad himself and you know it when you blush. From his linen navy blue shirt to his denim jeans, you swoon.

“You smell like honey,” he stammers. “You look lovely.”

“Grazie.” A beat. “You got a few new ones.”

He’s generally a cool guy, but you always strike him with some type of new feeling. He burns up, softly grazing his nose where a few freckles pop up. “That always happens when I’m out in the sun for too long. Ready?” You purse your lips, skipping towards him.

When you were eight, you had your first date. You suppose that really depends on how you see it. You mother had tried to become friends with a few ladies from the local book club and you always found yourself tagging along. Obligated, more so. His name was Joey and he had two missing teeth, so every time he spoke, a lisp would come through. It made you giggle cutely as you would lick your melted ice cream off your forearm. Eventually, your mother felt the right to storm out, pulling you away, and you never saw or heard of him again.

At eighteen, you had your last. You should've known from his name alone. James. He was tall, blond, a complete know-it-all, but he had noticed you. The crush slowly died the moment his eyes trailed to the next pretty girl, and the next, and the next.

Now, you’re mid-twenties and this feels like the right choice. He isn’t missing a row of teeth, he buys you ice cream and never once rushes you, he’s tall and proud, and has a set of chocolate curls. Most importantly, he has eyes for you and only you. It was as sweet as it could get.

“Can I ask you something?” Charles raises a brow, humming along. Twirling your pasta against the metal fork, you prop your chin on your palm. “What were you doing that day at the beach? Where we first met.”

Crimson red slashes his already burnt face as he chokes on his wine. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your perspective over me.” He drums his long fingers. “I was taking a nap.”

“Oh, well, I know that, but you were basically a goner!” You teasingly whistled. “I’m a curious little monkey, so please, enlighten me.”

The Monegasque tsks, relaxing his wide shoulders. He circles the restaurant instantly before leaning in across the table. “That day I was feeling particularly stressed. I was dealing with a lot of things and I don’t remember much after that. Except when a friend gave me a so-called magic potion.” He takes a sip to fix his dry throat. “Oh it did wonders, I tell you.” Absolute wonders, he mouths.

Your eyes widen. “Like…drugs?” you hiss, bewildered at the possibility. He cringes and nods, floppy hair bouncing. Your mouth forms a silent O, then nibble on your bottom lip, letting go. “I didn’t take you for a—”

“Me either.” You hear the sound of plates crashing down as you flinch and you both turn your attention to the apologetic waiter. The older couple look pissed, bitterly curse out the poor man, and blink as if they weren’t the vulgar ones. Charles rolls his eyes, then sighs. “I don’t think I could ever understand people like that.”

“Ruthless?”

“Took the words right out of my mouth. It’s ugly. Makes them look so out of touch with reality, which I suppose is true.” Green eyes flicker to the waiter once again before getting up to help. Tonight is really only the first time he’s gone out without his supposed disguise, so it’s obviously made your stomach flip at the thought of someone recognizing him.

Which they do.

“Charles Leclerc?” The accent is thick—and clearly Italian—as they step closer, phone already whipping out. The brunette turns, a lopsided smile drawn. “Holy shit! It’s really you! Can I please have a picture?” After a few minutes of chatter, the Monegasque excuses himself from the group, looking a bit suffocated.

“Being tackled in public? That’s what stresses you out, right?” His breath gets caught in his throat, but doesn’t make a move to shut the claim down. He answers by turning his attention to his lap. You sigh. “What did you take and who gave it to you?”

“You probably don’t even know him—Daniel. He’s quite the man, knows lots of people, and thought it would help. It did. Coke. I-it was my first and only try, I promise.”

You release a further breath. “You’re old enough to know your wrongs from rights. I trust you.” He eases up. “Doesn't mean you should rely on that.”

Charles looks up with a frown. “I feel like a fucking scumbag. I mean, does it make me a bad person to dread meeting fans sometimes? They’re always supporting me—it’s the least I could do.”

“You’re only human, Cha. You have your good and bad days. They would understand.” He shrugs, smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “Do you remember what you told me that day you cooked that godforsaken meal?”

He nips the air. “You said it was delicious!”

You snicker, glad to see his humor coming back. “I lied. No, but you told me I had to stop pleasing everyone around me. Focus on myself. You said that. And I advise you to do the same.”

He’s heard this countless times. With Charlotte, which he only tuned out angrily, blaming her for not understanding his duties. Carlos, narrating how he of all people should understand. Pierre, smacking his head before walking away, already annoyed that too many people had tried to help, how he got called out on repeat. But with you, he simply nodded, somewhat agreeing. Not completely, but enough. That itself was a lot when it came to him and his stubbornness. Something inside of him told him he would do whatever you asked him to. It was a scary—liberating—feeling.

The last time he felt this was with…

A wave of realization slithers across his features. Charlotte. That last person he felt this familiar feeling was for Charlotte. And even then, their relationship felt foolish compared to anything he’s ever felt for you. There were sparks flying when you fluttered your doe eyes back at him, when you called him out on anything he does with a witty sense of humor…

He’s been fucked ever since the tiny ballerina kissed the hot-headed Stormtrooper.

“My words of wisdom are pretty clever,” he voices, smirking. “You’re right. I should focus more on myself.” Pause. “Thank you. For everything. For taking the time to get to know me. Not many bother these days.”

You want to cry at the gratitude written all over his handsome face, the sound of his disbelief, like a kid who genuinely thought they’d be picked last for a game of tag.

“You're very important to me, Charles.” You gently take his large hand into your smaller one. He stiffens. “You won’t ever forget that, right?”

“Not even if I try, no.” Then he presses a warm kiss onto your skin, and you feel him smile against it. “Anything you say or do would take me forever to overlook, to erase.” More pressure expands through your already firm chest, ragged breaths. “Something tells you’re a once in a lifetime type of person. How could I ever let that slip away?”

You excuse yourself in a flash, tears threatening to spill after his touch felt words. Just when you thought you couldn’t feel more two-faced, he somehow squeezes your heart around his fist, and you deserve every ounce of shame, of guilt.

After a round of paper towels that you dab as harsh as soft Kleenex, you force a bright smile in the mirror, shooting a quick thumbs up and storming back out to your date.

The 26 year old was concerned about the hazy interaction, perturbed eyes blinking as you got up as if you had just seen the Devil himself, unbeknownst that you felt like one. He’s left anxiously waiting, tapping his shoes against the shiny tiles, leg bouncing up and down with anticipation. Cursing underneath his breath, he stands up and makes his way to the women's restroom. He receives a few baffled glances when he bolts down the hallway.

“Jesus Christ,” you yelp, finding Charles right in front of you when you swing the door open. His green eyes narrow like knives, carefully analyzing your pink nose, red rimmed eyes. “You scared me—”

“What did they say to you?”

You frown. “What are you talking about?”

His hands make their way up to cradle your face, thumbs grazing your temples. You raise a neat brow. “Did anyone follow you? See you? Were they rude? My fans aren’t normally like this, I promise they’re sweet, but if they did anything to you, I swear to God—”

Instantly shaking your head, you let out a nervous giggle. “No one said anything, don’t worry. I just really had to pee. Promise.”

This is what he was most afraid of when he first opened up to you, to go out in public. Charles was terrified at the image of your privacy being invaded, much like his. For hurtful words or actions to be aimed at you. And then you blink up at him with a sour expression because he knows you just cried, he obviously grew protective. Leaning down, he meekly kisses your forehead. “What’s wrong then? You hate me that much?” he jokes.

You bite back a smile. “Something like that. How about we go somewhere dear to us?”

Added to the torment of what you were feeling, you didn’t think things could get any worse—and yet.

Today. By today. Get it done.

Aghast, your delicate fingers come up to your berry lips, pinching at them nervously before biting down on your thumb, re-reading Eleanor’s message. Friday. You originally had until Friday. It’s only Wednesday. Sure, only a forty-eight hour difference, but still. You wanted to hold onto the most valuable time possible if you could. You try convincing her to change her mind, but it was a worthless battle. You knew once she had her mind set on it, then that’s exactly what had to happen.

By today.

You’re sobbing, panting, your vision is blurry as you type on your phone, angry as you fiddle against the tiny screen. Who could you really be mad at? Eleanor? No. Charles? No. The universe? Tempting, but no. It was all you. If you hadn’t mentioned having a possible exclusive for the sake of saving your job, then you wouldn’t be tangled in this mess.

You can’t go down that way, it’s ladies only!

I’m terribly sorry, but I have to check on my wife.

You recognize his urgent voice, deep and raw. His words aren’t true, but it fucks you up just the same. Hurrying to slip your phone back inside your purse, you quickly fix your appearance before opening the wide door, finding Charles mid-knock.

“Jesus Christ. You scared me.”

“Back where we started,” the green eyed boy chirps when he spots the tiny pub that sits atop of the hill. “It feels as if we were just here yesterday. This is fantastic.”

“I didn’t think you loved it that much,” you poke fun, bumping your hip against his. His watercolor eyes flicker to yours for a brief moment, then focusing back at the old shed.

“Things can surely change in the span of a month.”

The implication was as clear as daylight, but it only flew past your head as you enthusiastically ran up, smiling back at him. Nico is still there, serving drinks with a cheshire grin, when he spots you. “I remember you! How have you been, cara mia? Is Italy treating you well enough?”

You buzz, tippy toeing as you sheepishly try to spot the main reason you came back. “Oh, definitely. I think I might stay. Do you, um, happen to have—”

“Got it right here,” he says, gloved hand wrapping around the familiar liquid. You blush, ordering a round—bottle—and making your way back to the Monegasque. As soon as the tray hits your table, he throws a dubious stare, thanking the older man. “Huge fan, Mr. Leclerc.” He extends his Ferrari merch with a timid grin. “Do you mind?”

Charles returns the warm smile. “Not at all.” He signs away sloppily, but professionally. Nico zooms cheerfully, eager to boast out to his co-workers. You giggle. Very nice, very nice. He shrugs nonchalantly. “Does my kind gesture get me a kiss?”

“We’ll see,” you mumble, looking away before he spots your pink cheeks.

He sighs dramatically. “Do you really think it’s for the best if you drink this crap again? Do you remember the last time you had a sip?”

“I’ll go easy. This shit is good.” Throwing your head back, you gulp down the sweet alcoholic drink, eyes squeezing tightly before you huff. “Exactly. Try some.” The brunette does, but steady, a careful eye always lingering onto you. You don’t get drunk this time—rather tipsy. You tell yourself it's because you don’t want to wake up with a killer headache tomorrow, but you know that’s far from the truth. It’s simple. You just didn’t want to forget the last moments you had with him.

His adoration would only last so long.

Clicking your phone open, you clumsily had it over to him. Record me. He huffs, but amusement colors his orbs. “Here we go again…” You snicker playfully, marching over to the lady at the piano. You’re back, she pronounces.

“I am.” You laugh. “Do you happen to play guitar?”

She shakes her head sadly before lighting up. “But Nico does. Nico!” she screams as the man rushes over. “You play song for pretty girl standing right here?” Volentieri, he chirps, looking for his rusty instrument. After a bit of discussion, you twirl back, walking to the center stage.

“I can still recall, our last summer. I still see it all.” Charles laughs, throwing his head back like a little kid as he reminds himself to keep your phone steady. “Walks along the Seine, laughing in the rain. Our last summer, memories that remain.”

The guitar is a lone act, but fills up the room as if there were a band. Occasionally, the keys of the broken piano fill the room as you smile gently. From the way you dance to the way you smile, Charles lives for every moment, taking in your happiness.

You should have seen the foreshadowing. The song. The plates that crashed during dinner. The stare. It was all laying right out in front of you, and you stupidly chose to ignore it until it was too late.

“Our last summer, walking hand in hand…” You trail off the moment his eyes turn dark, furrowing to the screen then back to you, as if trying to come up with a possible explanation. He stands up abruptly, chair squeaking so loud that everyone’s heads turn to look. “No,” you whisper in disbelief when he walks out, leaving you like an open love letter.

“No, no, no, no, no.” Flying down the stairs, you trip a couple of times, concerned glances shared between Nico and the older lady. None of it matters as you run after Charles.

Anger must give you wings because he’s long gone when you reach the open air. Dirt crunches underneath your heels as you desperately try to catch a sign that he’s around. When he’s not, you instantly call a cab, rudely directing him to your shared Airbnb.

He loves you; he's sure of it the moment you tuck a strand of hair behind your jeweled ear, slightly hesitant as you try to refresh Nico’s mind over what song you wanted. He even practices a few strings before winking over at you.

He knows it the moment you reach a certain note that makes your voice crack, smiling shyly, giggling through your singing.

And you loved him all too late.

Draft is perfect. Green light, publish it. We can talk about your promotion when you get back. Congratulations. Hard work really does pay off.

He recognizes the name as soon as it blares across your screen, still recording you, spinning across the stage without a care in the world. He feels inanely invasive when he clicks on the email, but pushes the feeling away with the fact that this appeared to be good news, and was there really any harm to that?

Charles Leclerc: The Man Behind the Helmet.

He reads through, spotting your name swiftly.

Sat down with him…

High on the beach—a desperate tactic to release some much needed stress during the off season…

Golden pin, prancing horse. Gifted from the late, Hervé Leclerc…

Fearful of what’s to come once Hamilton enters the picture later in 2025…

He’s skimming but it’s enough for him to wonder if he’s experiencing true headache right now. Your voice cuts off, turning pale as you blink back at him. Fury enters his veins as he storms out, not caring about what you must think. He hears you chasing after him, but manages to climb into the first cab he sees.

What he hates the most is that he still feels like a complete idiot for leaving you behind. For marching out without a single word.

For being so stupid.

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bonny-kookoo · 9 months

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Jungkook x Reader/ Yoongi x Jimin

𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓣𝓸𝓸𝓽𝓱 [Teaser]

Yoongi and Jimin are each proud owners of hybrids, and these days, slowly falling in love with one another. And everything could be so perfect- if it wasn't for you absolutely resenting Jungkook- for no reason?

Tags/Warnings: Human!Yoongi, Human!Jimin, Rottweiler hybrid!Jungkook, Cat hybrid!Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, mentions of past traume, some Yoonmin here and there oops, Main story focus are MC and Kook though

Length: ~850 words

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"But she hates me!" Jungkook complaints, as he stands in the cabin Yoongi is currently unloading the groceries in. "There's no way she'll sleep in the same room as me." He huffs, and Yoongi sighs.

"Well, she has to learn. I already talked to Jimin about it-" He says, putting everything into a box that doesn't have to be stored in the fridge. "-and he agrees that he's spoiled her quite a bit until now. She needs to learn to be a bit more independent." He explains calmly, though he's internally very well aware of your distaste for his dog hybrid. He knows exactly why- but he also respects Jimin's decision to not tell Jungkook anything about your past trauma, claiming that that's something you need to tell, no one else.

And Yoongi agrees with that- but he also feels for Jungkook, who's been really trying to make you warm up to him. He already struggles to find friends due to his intimidating hybrid side and sometimes rather chaotic personality. Seeing you so defensive against him does clearly hurt, no matter ho much Jungkook tries to play it off.

But for once, Yoongi also wants to be a little selfish. He wants to spend time with Jimin, alone time away from you both, just to properly figure out where he truly wants this to go from here on out. It's why he's organized this trip in the first place. To find out if this could truly work out.

And he fears, deep down, that it won't. Because if you and Jungkook don't get along, there's no way Yoongi can ever be happy with Jimin.

A few hours away from the Cabin Yoongi and Jungkook are already setting up, you're pouting next to Jimin in the car, slumped down and with your arms crossed. "Making that face won't make me turn around, princess." Jimin says, voice light- but inside, he's torn. This is going to be tough for you, considering that you're gonna have to stay with Jungkook during the night- and the poor dog hybrid has no idea that you don't actually hate him. You don't hate at all, in fact.

Your defense mechanism when confronted with something you fear however, is to lash out. And that is most of the time taken out of context, making you appear rude and arrogant, when in reality you're just trying not to seem weak or vulnerable.

Because in the past, that would immediately make you the perfect target. Pushed aside and scolded for everything that wasn't ever your fault in your first home, used as a punching bag for other hybrids in the shelter later on, you had to somehow make up a tough façade so you wouldn't end up in those positions ever again. You learned to keep yourself safe by being the one who bites first- and it took Jimin years to truly gain your full trust.

He fears that that's all you can do though. That he's going to forever stay the only person of comfort for you.

And that's an issue. While he himself had been a bit defensive about his treatment of you with Yoongi, he knows that the older man is right. Jimin has been wrapping you in layers of bubble wrap, has spoiled you and nursed your bad habits into what they are today simply because he always saw the scared, shaking hybrid back at the shelter.

But that's not you anymore. You technically have no reason to be scared of anything anymore- but Jimin understands now, after talking numerous times about it with Yoongi, that he's partially at fault for your lack of social skills.

Jungkook had come from a good household- had been raised well, so Yoongi had never really experienced anything like Jimin did with you, but nonetheless, his advice still counts, and is still valid.

You need to learn at some point. You have to realize that there's nothing to fear anymore- and that Jungkook isn't an enemy ready to eat you alive in your sleep.

"Come on, stop pouting now, hm?" He tries, running a hand over your head once at a red light. You just look out the window. "Is Jungkookie that scary?" He asks, and you shake your head.

"He's dumb." You deny, putting your legs up and onto the seat.

"Hey.!" He scolds gently. "Jungkook isn't dumb. He's trying hard, okay? You could be at least civil with him, sugar." He tells you, and you sigh at that, leaning against the door.

"I don't want to." You say defensively, tail angrily flopping around. "You just say that because you wanna be with Yoongi." You huff.

"Partially, I admit that." Jimin nods. "But I also agree with him that you need to be nicer. Jungkookie is really trying to be friends with you, you know?" He sighs.

"I don't care.." You mumble to yourself, angrily looking out the window. You know that Jungkook isn't a threat- but he's still scary to you. He's tall, and a lot of muscle, and he's loud, and energetic, and just.. scary. Intimidating. Potentially dangerous. And that potential alone is enough to make you feel threatened.

Jungkook and Yoongi are currently ruining your perfect life you had with Jimin. So you've got enough reason to be absolutely pissed.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #yoongi imagine #jeon jungkook imagine #jimin imagine

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ox1-lovesick · 2 years

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ᥫ᭡ 투바투 ── reaction to you being close with another member

ꜝꜝ🍓 pairing. txt x gn!reader genre. fluff, angst, crack warnings. swearing (?) wc. 100-200 each

ꜝꜝ🍓 synopsis. how txt feels about you being close with the other members

ꜝꜝ🍓 a/n. back with another reaction cause writing is hard 💀👎 hope you enjoy !

𖤐 YEONJUN

i think we can all agree that yeonjun is the type that get's jealous pretty frequently 💀 he just wants your attention to be on him and him only at all times 🫶

of course he was ecstatic that you got along so well with his friends and how they basically adopted you into the group the second you walked through the door

although what he's not so ecstatic about is you and taehyun giggling amongst yourselves like the rest of them aren't there 🤕

with taehyun being one of the more shy and conserved members, he was both in awe and really happy that you were able to get him out of his shell and that taehyun could be comfortable around you

and he still is, don't get me wrong. he just wished the two of you would tone it down a notch

he's not exactly a fan of seeing you two cuddling with each other, cooking with each other, reading with each other, joking around with each other 😟

so when he comes home later that day and sees you both huddled up on the couch together watching some animal documentary while sharing snacks, he's not very happy

that was your thing, the thing you did with him almost every night, he should be there all snuggled up next to you devouring a pack of oreos instead of taehyun 🙁

he's not toxic of course and isn't going to cut you off from each other, but he will shove himself in the middle of you to create a barrier and assert dominance

although that doesn't seem to do the trick because even as yeonjun is literally ontop of you, you continue talking to taehyun about killer whales and what not like he isn't there

he swears his blood starts boiling when he sees taehyun feed you an oreo, right infront of his face too 😟

unfortunately loses his cool a little and tells taehyun to back off before stealing the packet right from his hands

immediately feels guilty though because taehyun decides to leave, leaving him with a very angry partner

and although you are really upset with him for talking to taehyun like that, you decide to let him explain himself because yeonjun isn't one to lash out for no reason

after you both talk it out and come to an agreement, you drag him over to taehyun's room so he can apologize

and then all three of you head back to the couch to finish your documentary (with taehyun sitting at the other end of the couch this time)

𖤐 SOOBIN

being the leader of the group, i think soobin would be very hesitant to introduce you to them because he feels like he has to be sure of himself and the relationship

after all why would he waste his member's time if he wasn't ?

so when he finally does decide that it's time, he's so relieved that all of them really liked you 💔

although when one of them startd to like you a little too much for his liking, it creates a problem

beomgyu was a ray of sunshine, there's no doubting that

he was kind, he was caring and most of all he was funny, what wasn't there for you to like about him?

soobin didn't like your new found interest in gyu not one bit.

he's so nasty to beomgyu when you two are together HELP ME

if beomgyu tried to hug you he'd physically pry him off you because he should be the only one touching you 🤨

of course he's only pushing his luck because it's beomgyu and beomgyu finds it funny, he's not actually so jealous that he doesn't want beomgyu breathing near you (maybe he is)

with that being said beomgyu will do everything in his power to provoke him

he'll sling an arm around you, give you cheek kisses, hold your hand when walking in crowds or have it on the small of your back, feed you and a whole bunch of other things just to get soobin angry 💀

HATES IT WHEN YOU AND GYU MAKE JOKES ONLY YOU TWO UNDERSTAND HE FEELS SO EXCLUDED

will 100% try and extend on the joke or just laugh with you both and it embarrasses him every single time 😭

tries to make jokes like that with you but they're mostly based off a one time experience so you never get them 💀

get's especially jealous when beomgyu sits himself ontop of you and you play with his hair because that. should. be. him.

would probably yank beomgyu off you and angrily lay on your chest and put your hands in his hair

if you don't start playing with his hair too he will cry

but beyond his temper tantrums he finds your relationship with gyu really cute :(

watches you two fondly from afar when you're playing around with each other

will often encourage you to invite beomgyu along on your trips together

especially if you're doing something beomgyu likes or is interested in

he'll be the one holding your hand though beomgyu can figure himself out

𖤐 BEOMGYU

beomgyu finds you and hyuka adorable

you could literally kiss kai infront of him and he'd coo (not really but you get what i'm saying)

he loves that you become more energetic around kai, especially if you're more quiet and peaceful but even if you are already a pretty lively person kai just brings out a different side in you that he loves to see 🙁

will sit in a corner and watch you two bounce off the walls together

the others would whine about how when they so much as look at you beomgyu get's angry but kai could do just about anything with you and get a free pass

he would melt on the spot if he finds you and huening playing with his plushies or cuddling them 💔

there are some times when he gets a bit jealous like when you baby kai and coo at him or cuddle up to him because he wants to have things that only he can do with you

please hold him too he might actually start crying

or when he's in need of your reassurance and affection, he wants you to himself in those moments and kai respects that and leaves you two alone so there's not really much reason for him to be upset

loves when the three of you gang up against the others

teasing soobin or calling yeonjun old together are his favourite activities

you obviously have a handshake that you all have to do every time you see each other 👆

aswell as many inside jokes that always leaves the other 3 scratching their heads

as long as you give him just as much of affection as you do hyuka all is well !!

𖤐 TAEHYUN

he tries to play it cool, he really does, but on the inside he's dying

"oh you're hanging out with yeonjun today? that's cool, be safe" and then you leave and he's ripping the whole apartment to shreds

it's cute sometimes like when you and yeonjun talk about dogs or something but not when he's holding your hand and flirting with you

he does set boundaries of course and yeonjun is respectful of them, but in all honesty? taehyun just wants you to himself 😟

will never get angry at you though it's yeonjun who's the problem

even if yeonjun's just existing in your presence he's still a problem

you could fall asleep on yeonjun's shoulder and he'll be like "👹👹👹"

poor yeonjun won't even do anything and he's still angry

both of you find his jealousy very cute though and tease him

and he'll let it slide most of the time because you're there, but later he's spitting in jun's coffee

although taehyun seems to be constantly enraged by you two he does find you both really cute

is especially soft when you take care of each other, such as preparing meals for the guys together, helping take care of each other when one is sick and so forth

really appreciates yeonjun looking out for you when he can't be there to do it himself or in ways that he can't

and ultimately happy you = happy terry so as long as you're happy so is he

𖤐 HUENINGKAI

he loves the fact you and soobin are close hello ???

his besties are besties ??? what more could he want !?

will 100% buy you all friendship bracelets and necklaces and you MUST be wearing them at all times 🤨

has a group chat with the three of you in it where you bully the others

loves wearing matching outfits with you two as well!

especially on halloween and things like that you all rock up to the party as the totally spies girls

genuinely not a jealous bone in his body

you and soobin are cuddling??? he'll get a blanket and cover you both

you and soobin are feeding each other? he'll put more food in your plates

you and soobin are going out together without him? that's cool, as long as you bring him back food 🫶

you could peel soobin's perilla leaves and he's still so unfazed

the others are a bit scared by it tbh

there are some times when hyuka wants your attention on him and not anyone else, so as long as you give it to him he's as happy as ever !!

sometimes he can get a little annoyed or frustrated like when he wants to tell you something or do something with you but you get distracted by soobin, although that's something that you two work out together

overall he's just ecstatic that two of the people he loves most love each other too 🙁🫶

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dsknsk · 23 days

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I feel like the very concept of E.G.O Corrosion isn't talked enough about (maybe due to their hair nearly always remaining) but just stop and realize how creepy it is.

So, picture the following.

You are going into battle, together with your allies. Both you and them are armed and skilled, even if you don't always know what you will be facing. For emergency cases, your superior has given you something called E.G.O. And to gain it, you had to come into contact with...something. Something clearly not human. Something that you don't fully understand, but you know that it behaves with a totally different logic and morality than what you consider familiar. They call it an 'Abnormality', after all.

But somehow, you resonated with it. It was like something from deep inside of you accepted it. Like you felt what it felt. Maybe it was its struggles that particularly moved you. Or just everything it stood for.

You don't know. Either way, it resulted in you being able to synchronize with it, just for a moment, transforming you to draw out its powers to fight with. It's like a short while that you cooporate, it agreeing with you just for a moment.

And yes, it talks to you.

Usually, it's in the background and you can easily drown it out with your own thoughts. And you only talk back when you're using E.G.O. But it's there. You feel a bit mentally drained after using E.G.O too, so you prefer not to use it too often.

At first, the fight goes just about okay. You start to think that you'll get this cleared together anytime soon. Your allies are fighting next to you, and everytime they happen to win a clash, your mind brightens up a little, boosting your own confidence in turn.

But then.

One of your allies fails a clash, and their punishment is harsh. The enemy doesn't seem to stop their assault on them, staggering them and beating them into a pulp. And then, you've lost them.

You know that in the end, you'll all be brought back, but it nonetheless takes a toll on you. Your mind blurs, and you find yourself losing your focus much more often. At the very least, you see that your allies aren't doing so well, either.

It doesn't take long before things go from bad to worse, and your mind can't take it anymore. The voice of the Abnormality you resonated with rings in your head still, but now, you can't bring yourself to suppress it anymore. Your mind is too weary to do such a thing.

So you allow for it to swallow you whole.

Your consciousness falls into a dark abyss, your body warping as the Abnormality takes over, speaking through your mouth, with your voice. You've lost all common sense and couldn't care less for arbitrary things like 'ally' or 'enemy'. Why do they matter, anyway? You can't bring yourself to think about it.

So you lash out. You let it lead for you, letting it run wild with free reign. Your body is changed, cruelly contorted into...something that they stare at in horror. The cries and desperate shouts of those around you don't reach you anymore. It's all clouded over, until...

You're back.

Still in a daze but also not, you feel that you can think for yourself again. You're not doing great, but you're not going off the deep end like just then either. You now know what you just did - the looks on your allies' faces tell you enough. And even now the voice is back to being just slight background noise, your acts just then will always feel like it was on some level, your own.

There's no time to think about that, though. For the battle hasn't yet ended.

#limbus company #yes i think abnos talk to the wielders of their ego #weve read it in kalis book in ruina #and in the same game the abno associated text appears above the nugget head when you choose them for an abno page

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kwanisms · 1 year

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Kinkuary 09 Beomgyu — pet play & breeding

➥ owner!Beomgyu × kitten!Reader

summary: Beomgyu has always had a fantasy of being the owner in a pet play scenario and gets his wish when Y/N agrees to be his kitten.

wc: 3.7k

warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, established relationship, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Beomgyu, sub!Reader, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex (use protection pls), breeding kink, use of pet names (baby, kitten, kitty, etc), mild pet play (reader wears cat ears, collar, cat tail, etc), use of toys (one tail buttplug), I think that's all of them, let me know if I missed any!

a/n: I never have any excuses for the way I write Beomgyu. I just think he's very versatile when it comes to writing for him and he fits into a lot of different scenarios. That being said, breeding is one of my biggest kinks and being able to put my favorite kink with one of my favorite kpop boys is just *chef's kiss* I love it. As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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"It sounds simple enough," you said as you looked up from the screen in front of you to your boyfriend's anxious expression.

"So you'd be up for it?" he asked softly. You nodded, sliding his phone back to him. "Yeah. I'm down to try," you replied. "It seems interesting." You could see Beomgyu's shoulders visibly relax.

He must have felt very tense and nervous about bringing this to your attention and you could understand why. It wasn't exactly a conventional conversation to have. After all, not everyone was into pet play or breeding.

You'd never experimented with either before but since Beomgyu had given some of your kinks a try, you saw no harm in returning the favor and who knows, you might find something new to like.

"So, how are we gonna do this?" you asked, leaning forward, and giving Beomgyu a grin, a mischievous glint in your eye.

You were surprised by how much thought he'd put into this and impressed at the amount of research he'd done previously. The first thing was to set boundaries. Things that you were both comfortable doing and things that were totally off limits.

"No cages or kennels," you said quickly, watching Beomgyu as he started a list on his phone, thumbs tapping quickly across the screen as he typed.

"Got it," he answered. "Collar?" he asked, glancing up at you through his lashes. You nodded. "Collars are fine. Leashes too," you answered. He typed your response down and paused. "Ears and tail?" he asked, looking up at you again. You thought for a moment.

"Only cat ears and tail," you finally replied. "And if you want to get one of those tail plugs, I'm fine with that."

Beomgyu's eyes widened but he quickly added your answer.

"What can I call you?" he inquired, setting his phone on the table you both sat at. "Kitten and kitty are fine. What you normally call me is fine, too," you said, shrugging at the end.

Beomgyu nodded slowly. "Anything else you aren't comfortable with?" he said, his gaze meeting yours. You pondered for a moment, trying to think of something. "No meowing? I guess I can do everything except for the extreme stuff," you answered.

"Extreme stuff?"

"Yeah, like kennels, crates, cages, meowing, eating out of pet dishes, those kinds of things."

Beomgyu's eyes widened, clearly impressed that you'd done your own research when he first mentioned this to you a couple days ago. You wanted to be as prepared as possible.

"The ears, the tails, hell, a collar and even a leash is acceptable. I'll even wear whatever lingerie you pick. Just please don't actually make me act like a cat," you explained.

Beomgyu's expression softened and he nodded to show he understood. "Of course, babe," he replied. "None of that."

"And one more thing," you added, drawing his attention.

"Let's go over these breeding boundaries," you replied.

After a long in depth discussion, you both agreed to forego the use of condoms since you were on birth control. The idea of letting your boyfriend cum inside you was exciting and you were actually looking forward to the act.

You also sat down later that night to peruse a couple of sites, looking for a play set you both liked. Finally, you settled on a pair of pink and black ears with a matching tail plug as well as a pink collar and matching leash.

True to your word, you let Beomgyu pick out a lingerie set and protested when he purchased everything himself.

"It should be here next week," he said as he put his card back in his wallet and tucked it away.

Suddenly you were very anxious and excited. Next week couldn't come fast enough.

"Babe!" Beomgyu's voice called through the apartment. You were in the middle of washing the dishes when he came home, a few packages balanced precariously in his arms.

"What are those?" You asked as you rinsed your hands and shut the water off, grabbing a towel to dry yourself.

"They're our packages?" he answered, cocking an eyebrow at your confused expression.

It took a moment but then you remembered last week when you'd sat down to look at pet play stuff.

"It's here already?" you asked nervously as Beomgyu moved to the couch, sitting down and setting the packages on the coffee table.

"Yes!" he said excitedly as he patted the spot next to him on the couch. You took a seat and watched nervously as he started to open the first package which turned out to be the collar and leash set. Your eyes widened as he removed the plastic surrounding it.

It was much prettier in person than you expected. The leash wasn't too long but it wasn't exceptionally short either. The outside of the collar was pink faux leather but the inside had a nice soft lining so it wouldn't irritate. Fixed to a small d-ring in the center of the collar was a tiny pink bell that jingles with every movement.

The next package were the ears and tail which were also breathtakingly beautiful. Beomgyu had made sure to order the tail with a smaller plug as neither of you were particularly experienced when it came to anal sex. The plug itself was made of smooth, shiny titanium.

The ears came on a thin clear headband and were slider adjustable along the sides. You watched as Beomgyu removed the ears from the pillow and turned to you. "May I?" He asked softly.

You nodded and your eyes followed his movements but you kept your head still as he placed the headband on and you could see the sparkle in his eyes. He was absolutely enamored.

"We'll try the tail later," he said softly, pulling his attention away to open the last few packages.

The next was a pair of stockings. They were black thigh highs and you wondered what was so special about them. You had plenty of black stockings already but your curiosity was satiated when Beomgyu showed you the bottom of the foot part.

"They have paw pads!" he said, resisting the urge to coo and awe over them. You had to admit, they were pretty darn cute.

"What's in there," you asked, nodding towards the smallest package. Beomgyu set the stockings aside and grabbed the little package, carefully opening it and pulling out two small wrist cuffs.

Black, furry wrist cuffs.

"I thought the paw gloves were too much but I felt these would be kinda cute and they would look nice on you," he said in a soft voice.

You couldn't help but smile at your boyfriend's gentle nature. With his friends, he was a chaotic ball of energy but not with you.

"And I'm guessing that's the lingerie you picked?" you whispered, eyes landing on the last parcel. Beomgyu nodded, setting the cuffs down with the stockings. "It is," he answered, grabbing it.

"It took me a lot of thinking to pick this out so I hope you like it," he added as he opened the package and pulled out the contents.

Just like the other accessories which were black and pink, the set before you was also black with pink details. It was a two piece set, the top was a typical tube style top with thin straps that tied at the top. There was a cat head shaped cut out on the front of the top, outlined in the same pink embroidery.

The bottoms that matched tied on the sides with little strings that ended in tiny little paws with pink embroidered paw pads. On the front of the panties were two tiny triangles sewn on to look like ears and on the back was a large printed pink paw print.

Everything was beautiful and well crafted and you felt your heart tug at the care that Beomgyu put into buying you such beautiful gifts.

'This had better be worth it,' you told yourself, hoping you ended up enjoying this as much as you knew he would.

Later that night, after an early dinner, you decided to take a quick shower and get changed, making Beomgyu wait in the bedroom while you pulled on the lingerie, stockings, cuffs and ears. The tail you would need his help with and the collar was something you agreed to let him do as your "owner" for the night.

You chose not to look at your reflection too much but happened to catch a glimpse of yourself and felt your cheeks burn at the sight.

It was much better than you anticipated.

Gathering your courage, you finally pulled open the door leading into the bedroom where Beomgyu glanced up from where he sat, his phone in his hand.

As soon as his eyes landed on you, they widened, his jaw dropping as he took in the sight before him.

"Holy shit," he breathed, heart racing, trying to ignore the way he felt his cock twitch in his sweats. He'd imagined this many times but the reality was always better than his imagination.

The way the lingerie set he'd chosen fit you was perfect, like it was made for your body. The black stockings were an exact match in shade to the set and the fur of the black cuffs matched the ears.

"Where's your tail?" he asked softly as you walked over to him, hands behind your back. His eyes left your face as you held it up.

"I need some help with it," you said in a soft, slightly shy voice.

Beomgyu's lips pulled into a smile and he set his phone aside, reaching out to take your hand and pulling you into the bed in front of him. "I'd be happy to help you, baby," he replied softly.

"Here," he said, taking the tail from you gently and making you turn to face away. "Bend over," he instructed, with one hand, pushing your shoulder slightly, urging you to bend over while his other hand pulled open the bedside table drawer and grabbed the small bottle of lube you kept there for emergencies.

This wasn't an emergency per se, but it was needed nonetheless.

"I need you to relax for me, Y/N," he said as he grabbed the plug, pushing the fur away and squeezing a couple drops of the clear gel onto the metal. He snapped the lid shut and set the bottle aside before turning his attention back to you.

"Can you pull these down for me, baby?" he asked, running his hand over your ass, fingers skimming the material.

Obediently, you reached back to your hips and tugged the panties down past your ass to your thighs, exposing your ass to him.

"Good girl," he cooed, scooting closer and placing one hand on your hip as he pressed the cool metal against your tight hole.

Your body jolted at the sensation of the cold metal and the cool lubricant but Beomgyu reassured you with a light squeeze to your hip. "It's okay," he whispered. "Take a deep breath."

You did as he said, inhaling slowly and closing your eyes as you felt him swirl the tip of the plug around your asshole, spreading the lube and testing your reaction as he ever so slightly pushed the very end of the pointed tip into your hole.

You let out a gasp at the intrusion but Beomgyu was quick to calm you. "Relax, kitten," he said in a low tone. "I need you to relax. You're doing so well for me."

You took another deep breath and exhaled, relaxing your muscles and allowing Beomgyu to slip the rest of the plug in. It wasn't a huge toy but you weren't accustomed to having more than a finger or thumb in there.

"You're such a good little kitty," Beomgyu said, pressing a kiss to your back as he pulled your panties back up, positioning the toy to peek out one side of your panties.

"Come here," he cooed, turning you to face him and pulling you onto his lap as he leaned back against the pillows, propped up against the headboard. "You did so well," he praised, keeping one arm around your waist while the other petted your head slowly.

"Such a good girl."

You laid your head on his chest, eyes sliding shut as he continued to stroke your hair. You had to admit, you were liking this very much so far. The praise, petting, and even the use of kitten and kitty was starting to work you up.

"I got something for you," he said suddenly, making you open your eyes. You watched as he pulled open the second drawer on the bedside table and pulled out the collar.

"I figured well forego the leash tonight," he added as you sat up, watching him fiddle with the buckle on the collar. "May I?" he asked, looking at you and waiting for permission.

You nodded wordlessly and watched as his hands moved, place the collar around your neck and fastening the buckle. "It's not too tight, is it?" He asked as he slipped two fingers under the leather.

You shook your head. "No," you answered. "It's perfect."

Smiling, Beomgyu grabbed his phone from the bed and unlocked the screen. He checked to make sure your eyes were still closed before he opened an app on his phone and tapped the on switch.

Immediately, you let out a gasping moan as the plug inside you sprang to life, buzzing at a low frequency. You glanced up at Beomgyu who pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Surprise," he said with a smirk. 'Oh that cheeky bastard.'

"Beomgyu!" You whined, burying your face in his chest. You felt the vibration stop and relaxed, looking up into your boyfriend's face. "Sorry, babe," he said softly, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

"I couldn't resist." He set his phone aside and sat up, forcing you to sit up as well. "You look so pretty," he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking your skin softly. "I can't wait to fill you up." Your lips parted as his thumb brushed over them a small gasp escaping you as Beomgyu pushed the tip of his thumb past your lips and onto your tongue.

Without being told to, you wrapped your lips around his thumb and sucked, making him groan at the sight. "You seem to know exactly what I want you to do," he said, pulling his thumb from your mouth. You watched as he rested back against the headboard and gave you a sly grin.

He looked down towards his crotch and back up. “Well, get to it, kitten.”

Your fingers skimmed up his thighs, dragging painfully slowly across the fabric of his pants as you neared the tie of his sweats. Beomgyu grabbed your hands, halting your movements. “Don’t play with me,” he said in a stern voice.

You muttered an apology and waited for him to release you.

When your hands were back under your control, you quickly untied his drawstring, keeping your eyes lowered.

Beomgyu lifted his hips as you tugged his pants and underwear down, freeing his hard cock.

Without another word, you took him in your hand, admiring the size and weight in your hand as you always did.

Glancing up at his face, your eyes met and you leaned in, giving the head of his cock a light lick, smirking to yourself when he let out a hiss.

“I told you not to play with me,” he growled, fingers tangling in your hair and pulling your head down, forcing more of his cock into your mouth. “Be a good kitty and take all of it.”

You whined at the effect his words had on you, your thighs clenching together as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat.

“That’s much better,” he said softly, holding your head in place. “I knew you could take more. I’ve fucked that pretty mouth of yours before.”

You waited for him to release you, hands resting on his thighs as your lungs burned. you tried to pull away but Beomgyu’s grip on you was stronger. “I didn’t say you could move, kitten.”

You felt the corner of your eyes burn, tapping against him quickly.

Finally, he released you, allowing you to sit up and cough as air filled your lungs again.

“Turn around,” he ordered, moving to pull his pants off the rest of the way, discarding his underwear along with them as you slowly turned around to face away from him.

Feeling him lean over your back, chills ran up your spine as he whispered in your ear.

“Are you okay, baby?”

You nodded, pushing your ass back against his erection. “Mhm,” you answered.

Beomgyu let out a groan, hands moving to your shoulders and pushing your chest down onto the bed, keeping your ass in the air. “Stay down,” he demanded, his hands sliding down your back to your ass, squeezing the flesh and slowly pulling the panties he’d bought for you down.

Once the fabric was bunched around your knees, you felt him spread your cheeks, getting a good look at your glistening cunt. “I can’t wait to fill you up,” he said more to himself than to you. you waited patiently as he removed his shirt, tossing it aside and guided the tip of his length to your entrance.

Rather than entering, he slowly rubbed against you, eliciting a moan from you.

“God I love the sounds you make.”

Your lips parted to answer him but a moan left your mouth instead as he pushed into you, gliding in easily and bottoming out. Your walls welcomed him, squeezing around him and it took all his willpower to resist slamming into you. “Fuck, you feel so good, kitten,” he groaned, taking hold of your waist, pulling out slightly and glancing down as he thrust into you.

This was always one of his favorite things about this position. He got to watch his cock disappear into you over and over again.

“Beommie,” you whimpered as he set a slow, steady pace. He didn’t want to wear himself out too quickly.

“Beommie? That’s cute,” he cooed, giving you a harsh thrust and making you cry out.

“But you’re even cuter when you’re screaming.”

You glanced back at him, meeting his gaze. “Then make me scream.”

Whatever willpower he had left his body in an instant and the next second, he had you pinned to the mattress as he pounded into you.

You shouldn’t have said anything but you couldn’t help it. You liked it when he went rough on you. You liked it when he lost control and embraced his more… animalistic side.

“Keep screaming for me, like a good kitty,” he moaned. “‘M gonna fill this pretty little pussy until you can’t take anymore of my cum.”

A loud moan sounded from the back of your throat as you clenched around him. “Gonna fill you up so much," Beomgyu grunted, his hips moving faster despite how tightly your walls squeezed his cock.

"Do you want that, kitten? Want me to fill you up and breed you?"

You let out a whine, pushing back to meet his thrusts. You'd never given much thought to a breeding kink before but you could see how much Beomgyu liked the idea and you'd be lying if you said the idea wasn't turning you on even more. Maybe it had more to do with it being your loving boyfriend than the actual act itself.

Either way, you wanted him to fill you up. You wanted him to pump you full of his cum. You wanted to be so full of it that it spilled out of you for him to see.

"Yes," you rasped, barely managing to lift your head enough so your voice wasn't muffled. "Yes please, Beommie. Fill me up,"

The sound Beomgyu let out was a mix between a growl and a moan. His grip tightened on your waist, hips thrusting as your words drove him closer and closer to the edge. "I knew you'd want that. Looking like this, begging me to fuck you. Of course you'd want me to cum inside you, fill you up until it spills out. What a dirty little kitty you are," he chuckled. "Beomgyu please," you mewled.

"Please what?" he asked breathlessly. "What do you want, baby?"

"G-give me your cum," you answered, stammering slightly and feeling your cheeks burn at your request.

"If that's what you want," Beomgyu replied. "I'm happy to oblige."

You let out a cry as he moved impossibly faster, your ass bouncing against him with each harsh thrust, his cock hitting deeper and making your eyes roll back. "Fuck," you cursed, crying out when you felt a sharp smack to your ass. "Language, kitten," Beomgyu hissed. "Watch your mouth."

You felt your climax approaching, muscles tensing as your walls convulsed around your boyfriend's cock until he finally came with a deep moan, painting your insides with his hot load.

The sensation of him coming inside you pushed you over the edge and you came, your boyfriend's name leaving your lips in a breathless chant.

Beomgyu's hips finally stopped, his cock still buried inside your tight walls. Neither one of you spoke for a moment, just basking in your post sex euphoria.

Finally you felt Beomgyu's hands move, caressing your skin gently.

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked softly. You nodded in response. "Yeah," you panted. "I'm okay."

Beomgyu glanced down where his body met yours and let out a 'tsk.'

"What's wrong?" you asked, pushing yourself up and looking over your shoulder at him. "I said I'd fill you up until you couldn't take anymore," he reminded you, looking up to meet your gaze.

It was at that moment you realized he was still hard inside you.

"Beomgyu what are you- AH!" You cried out in shock as Beomgyu pushed your chest back down to meet the mattress, hips beginning to move again as he fucked his cum deeper into you.

"I said I would breed you," he added, giving you slow but hard measured thrusts. "And that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

You let out a whine as he continued.

"Hold on tight, kitten. You're in for a really long ride."

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moremaybank · 1 year

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LET ME LOVE YOU — s.h

pairing steve harrington x fem!reader

summary things between you and steve were simple yet complicated. you were in love with each other; there was no doubt about it. the only problem was that steve was ready to take the next step in your relationship, and you weren't.

warnings slight mentions of steve and reader having previously slept together, reader being afraid of establishing their relationship

author's note i honestly have no clue what this is, i found it in my drafts and thought i might as well post it since i haven't posted anything for steve in awhile. enjoy 🫶🏻

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“stop looking at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you’ve seen me naked,” you say, giving steve a pointed look as you scold him.

“…but i have seen you naked,” he responds cheekily.

you roll your eyes. “steve,” you scold in a whisper, pulling him aside into the laundry room of your house. you shut the door, ensuring that the kids in the living room, distracted by a movie, wouldn’t overhear your conversation. “we’re supposed to be keeping this quiet.”

steve sighs, running a hand through his chestnut locks as he closes his eyes. “i know, i know. it’s just…it’s hard keeping the way i feel about you under wraps.”

“steve, we agreed,” you whine. “we agreed that we would keep this — us — quiet. and that’s hard to do when you’re looking at me like you’re going to pin me against a wall and have your way with me.”

steve steps closer to you as his hands find your waist. “but what if i wanted to?” he whispers. one of his hands slips toward the small of your back, pulling you flush against his front as he peers down at you. “because i really, really want to.” his hand trailed dangerously close to your butt, the tips of his fingers lingering above your tailbone.

“you’re impossible,” you huff, your own hands sliding up and finding a resting place on his chest. you fiddle with the fabric of his shirt as you look up at him through your plush lashes.

“just another thing to love about me,” he replies, the knowing grin on his face forcing one of your own onto your lips.

for weeks now, steve had been trying to gently coax you into confessing your love for him. not pressuring, but encouraging. you made him feel brave, and he wanted to give you that power in return. he wanted you to see that you were safe with him, that your heart was safe with him. that he could quell any doubt that dared to spring its way into your mind. but he also knew that it wasn’t that easy. not after your past relationship and everything that you’d been through.

what he could do, however, was show you that he’d be there despite your protestations and fear.

you let out a deep breath, your arms curling around the back of his neck. you looked up into his eyes, getting lost in the dreams they held in them. you knew you could see a life with steve. hell, you’ve known it for quite some time now, but you’d starred in this movie before, and you were heart-wrenchingly aware of how it ended. you’d jump into a relationship, your courage would be short-lived, and ultimately, you’d be left more broken than before you tried to pursue a future with steve.

and he’d hate you for it.

“steve, you know how i feel about you. i just…i’m not—”

“—you’re not ready. i know. i understand. but even if a single inch of you felt like you could do this, that we could do this, i want you to know that we could. and until then, I’m not going anywhere, alright?”

your gaze softens, and you let your hand graze his cheek, stroking it softly as you take in the gorgeous sight of him. “how on earth did you turn out so sweet?”

the corners of steve’s mouth tip up in a shy smile, “it’s easy to be sweet with you.”

“i promise you, i’m trying,” you whisper, looking down at your hands as they continue to fiddle with the hem of Steve’s shirt. “i’m trying to trust what we have.”

“hey, i know. i know you are. i don’t want you to worry. i’ll wait for you,” he says, his fingers drifting underneath the hem of your shirt. “frankly, i’d wait forever.”

you swear to god that you could tell him you love him right then and there. you almost do — if it wasn’t for dustin knocking on the door that separated you two from him.

“hey, lovebirds. movie’s over. i wanna go to the arcade so i can beat lucas’s tempest score.”

“in your dreams, henderson,” lucas remarks.

steve sighs softly, cupping your cheek as his eyes close. “okay. time to go back out there.” he tilts your face downward gently, pressing a chaste kiss to your forehead. he lingers for a moment, hesitating to end the moment between you two. still, eventually, he lets go. he exits the room, leaving you to collect your bearings.

the truth is, you don’t know how much longer you can go without being with steve the way your heart longs to be.

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silentglassbreak · 4 months

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Anonymous

Noah Sebastian x OFC

!!!There is finally smut in this chapter!!!!

Warnings: Alcohol abuse, overall abuse, mild violence (ie. bar fights), smut, swearing, and altogether just a lot of fuckery.

+It goes without saying, this is a work of fiction. All of my words are my own. Plagiarism is a crime.

Taglist: @flowery-mess

Part 5 - Bad Decisions

Three months and three days, since I had met Noah Sebastian. Since he had walked into my group, reserved and exhausted, ready for a change. Three months and one day since I had agreed to be his sponsor. Since I had taken on the role of maintaining his sanity and sobriety with him. Three months exactly since Noah kissed me, causing me to pull back on our relationship.

I had given myself a silent rule that I never told Noah: we did not meet in person, outside of group, unless it was dire. So far, we had not gotten to that point.

He called me often, needing support. We talked on the phone, sometimes for only a few minutes while he panicked, I calmed him down, and he focused on breathing. Sometimes, we talked for a long time. I suspected he called me at times, out of pure boredom.

Two weeks after his show in Hollywood, he finally told the members of the band that he had began AA. As I suspected, they were all very supportive, most notably, Nick Ruffilo, his best friend since childhood. He even brought Nick to our last 'Loved Ones' session, where we asked everyone to bring someone in their lives who supported their recovery. Some people only brought their sponsors, but some brought their husbands, wives. Girlfriends. I always brought Laura.

I met Nick that day. He was polite, had the most charming smile, and shook my hand respectfully.

"You're the famous Leena, huh?" Noah had been talking to Syd when Nick approached me.

"Famous?" I quirked my eyebrow. He smiled brightly.

"You've kept my boy straight for a whole month."

I nodded in understanding. As fate may have it, the day Nick came to group, was the same day Noah had earned his 30-day coin. He had earned himself a large round of applause, as well as his favorite flavor of cupcakes in class. Red velvet, cream cheese frosting, graham cracker dust. I'll never forget, I asked Laura to make them.

Nick cared deeply for Noah, I could see it. I knew the other members, Folio and Jolly, did as well, but I believed Nick was his best source of support.

I broached the subject with Noah about a week later of Nick being his sponsor. I saw the look on his face while he sipped on his coffee, group having just ended.

"Oh, I didn't even think about it." He was looking at the ground, something he regularly did when he was uncomfortable.

"I mean, it was just an idea?" I tried to stay warm, comforting. Noah didn't always go for that. He had his moments where he felt patronized, and preferred I be straight with him. Usually when he was in a bad mood.

"I could ask him, I guess." He still wouldn't look at me.

I sighed, quirking my lips in a smile. "You don't have to. I'm happy to keep being your sponsor, Noah."

He looked at me finally, through his lashes. "You just know how to pull me back from the brink. He doesn't."

I nodded in understanding. "Guess you're stuck with me then." I beamed at him, earning a smile back.

Today, Noah was earning his 90-day coin, right before he leaves for tour. He got to go first in group, discussing his experience through recovery. He also got his special cupcakes, Laura turning up special to deliver them by hand. He was like a kid in a candy store, nearly hopping up and down when she handed him his special cupcake, bigger than the rest. He was ever thankful that she was a talented baker, promising to bring him and the band cupcakes during their tour dates here in LA.

The band had added 17 additional tour dates, beginning the tour in the summer instead of fall. They would have three months off from June to September, and would head to Europe in December. The success of the band was exciting, and stressful all the same for Noah. I saw the toll it took.

Two weeks ago, he finally told his girlfriend about his recovery. We didn't talk about Lily often at all, but he definitely did not want to discuss that subject. I gathered that it did not go well. All I learned was that she told him she needed space, and backed out of tagging along on the first part of the tour with them. She promised to catch up in September.

I saw how this affected Noah, and his sad days had been more frequent lately. Seeing him happy to be receiving his coin was a relief.

"Can I make a request for my 90-day?" He sat in his regular chair, directly across the circle from me, his too-dark eyes on mine.

"Within reason." I responded with a suspicious grin.

"Can you tell me one thing about you that I don't already know?" Everyone in group looked directly to me, including our two newcomers. All eyes seemed confused. As was I.

"Like what?" I crossed my legs, trying to hide my uncomfortable posture.

"Anything."

I blinked, my head swirling. Something he didn't know? We had learned quite a bit about each other over the last three months. In group or on the phone, we had played twenty questions more than once.

"Well," I sighed, knowing that my confession would be news to everyone, as I never talked about it. "my sponsor is my Dad."

He looked taken back, not expecting that. "Really?"

I nodded coolly. "Yep. Since I got sober three years ago." I relaxed a bit in my chair. "He's the reason I got sober."

Noah sat back and folded his arms, intent on listening to me. He gestured for me to continue.

"At 25, I was set down the worst road. I had been actively drinking since I was 16, and really struggling since 18. I dropped out of college, went through job after job, ended up in jail a few times. And that's the mild stuff. I won't bore you all with the gruesome details." I glanced around the room. The only person who knew even half of my story was Abel, and he was unfortunately not here today, so I felt vulnerable.

"My mother was an alcoholic, who died when I was very young from her addictions." I could feel tears threatening to come to the surface. My throat was forming a lump I just couldn't swallow. "My Dad, who swore to never drink again after she died, decided that once I hit rock bottom, to take me to her gravesite."

I looked down at my hands, feeling my voice shake. "He had purchased a plot for me right next to her when I turned 21, because he swore I would be with her sooner rather than later."

One traitorous tear spilled down my cheek, and I wiped it away feverishly. "So I had him drive me to a meeting. He stayed with me. Came with me to every single one."

I laughed at the thought. "He would sit in the car and listen to Country music while he waited. And every time I fell off, he drove me right back. He's my rock. He's the reason I'm alive."

I was still looking at my hands when I heard the clapping. My head snapped up to see Noah, his hands clapping together before everyone else joined. It was a liberating moment, but I was still vulnerable.

I checked my watch, noticing that we were over on our time.

"Thank you, everyone." The applause died down. "I appreciate each and every one of you. Unfortunately, we've got to get out of here before Angie comes in and rips me a new one."

At home, Angel and I were curled up on the couch, enjoying our favorite movie (it was my favorite, so it was his favorite by default), Silent Hill. I was tossing him single popcorn kernels as I ate and watched intently.

"See, baby, this is the part where all of the piece of shit cultists get what they deserve!" He looked at me with his honey brown eyes, clearly understanding every word I said.

My ringtone went off, and I almost ignored it, because we were so close to the end, and figured the call could wait until after. That is, until I realized it was Noah's ringtone. I had switched his a while ago to a song by his own band, so I knew when it needed to be answered at any cost.

I rushed over to the kitchen counter, not even bothering to pause the movie.

"Hello?"

"I need a fucking drink, Leena." His voice was cracked, and sounded wet. Was he...crying?

"No, you don't." My immediate response anytime he said that.

"No Leena, I'm driving to a bar. I can't fucking do this."

The panic rose in my chest, threatening to spill in the form of vomit. No, not now. Not after we've worked this hard.

"Noah Sebastian, I will kick you out of group."

"Who fucking cares?" I scoffed.

"Uh, you do, apparently. You called me."

"Mostly just calling to let you know I'm a fucking failure. So, sorry to waste your time."

My mouth worked faster than I could stop it. "Come to my place."

He was quiet. "Nah, bar sounds better."

"Noah, come see me. Please. And if you still want a drink afterwards, then I won't stop you."

I could tell he was perusing this. "You don't ever see me outside of group, remember?"

"Well, fuck that for right now. Come see me."

He groaned. "Leena, it's midnight. You should be asleep."

"Yet, I'm awake. 3AM ice cream, remember?"

There was silence, only the sound of a blinker in the background.

"Where do you live?"

Without answering, I dropped him my location pin.

"Says I'm ten minutes away." I sighed a breath of relief.

"Door's unlocked."

Despite my telling him to come in, he knocked. Angel stood at attention, to which I instructed him to sit and stay. I opened the door to find a soaking wet Noah. I didn't even realize it was raining.

He looked awful. Clearly had been crying, his clothes soaked through from the storm. I grabbed his arm and hastily pulled him in to avoid any more weather getting hold of him.

"Jesus Christ, dude." He just stood in my doorway, staring at me.

A low growl left Angel, bringing our attention to him.

"Angel, come." Robotically, he came to me and I pointed to Noah. "Let him smell you. He's protection trained."

Noah raised a brow. "What kind of dog?"

"He's a mutt. Bluetick Hound and Husky. 90 pounds of death if he doesn't like you."

I saw Noah stiffen slightly as Angel sniffed his legs, shoes, and hands. Once he was satisfied that he was safe, Angel stepped back.

"Go to bed." I pointed to the room and he took off, following the command.

"Hm, good dog." Noah's tone was surprised.

"I live alone in LA, I've got to do something to protect myself."

He nodded and stepped onto the tile floor after me toward the hallway. I noticed how wet he was.

"Wait here. I'll get you some dry clothes."

He looked at me incredulously. "You think they'll fit?"

I rolled my eyes. "Wait here."

I returned two minutes later with a pair of men's sweats and a faded Disturbed t-shirt. "They're my brother's. I'm sure they'll fit."

He nodded in appreciation and I pointed to the bathroom.

He returned moments later, soaking clothes in hand. I walked over and grabbed them from him and walked further down the hall to my laundry room. Checking the many pockets on his pants, I threw his clothing in the dryer and started it.

Padding back into the living room, I waved him over to the couch. We both sat on opposite ends, me leaned back, pulling the throw over myself, him dropping his head into his hands.

"You want to talk about it?" He just shook his head. I pursed my lips. "You want to watch a movie?" He looked up at me from over his shoulder.

"Like what?"

I smiled, picking up my remote. "Well, I just finished Silent Hill, but I've got all the streaming networks, so I can get anything."

He furrowed his brows. "Silent Hill? Like, the game?"

My jaw dropped. "You've never seen the movie?"

He just shook his head. "Can't say I have."

"Well fuck, let me just restart it."

He snorted. "Didn't you just watch it?"

"It's my favorite movie, ever. I'll watch it again."

He sat up straight, then leaned his back on the couch. I reached behind me on the side table, grabbing another blanket and chucking it at him. He smiled a small, sad look at me, and unfolded it over his lap.

During the movie, Noah's demeanor loosened ever so subtly. He started with his back against the couch, arms in his lap, looking unamused. By the first call of the Darkness, he was leaning forward, paying closer attention. At the first sight of Pyramid Head, he was interested. And by the hospital scene, he was asking questions.

"I still don't understand, why does Sharon look like Alessa? And why did the little girl say she was burning?"

"Would you be patient?! We're literally getting to that part right now!" He shook his head and leaned back, crossing his legs underneath him and his body moved slightly closer to my legs that were outstretched on the area between us.

His leg bumped my foot, and he looked over, noticing I was glancing at him.

"Oh, my bad." He scooched back to his side, and I snickered.

"I'm not going to combust if you touch my foot Noah, it's no biggie."

He smirked, mischievously. "Well, in that case." He then stretched his giant self out across the couch, pulling my legs up over his legs. He nestled in, pulling the blanket up to his chest.

It was at this point that I actually noticed.

"Hold the fucking phone." I quickly paused the movie and his head snapped to me.

"What?"

"You cut your fucking hair?!" His hair was easily eight inches shorter, sitting just below his ears. How it took me this long to notice is beyond me.

He laughed nervously, and ran his hand through his locks. "Yeah, after group, I went and got it cut. Felt like I needed a change."

I smiled brightly, reaching over and tousling it. "I like it. It suits you."

He leaned back, his face appreciative.

I played the movie, and he was absolutely enamored. It was always fun watching someone experience this movie for the first time.

Once the credits began to play, his eyes were much brighter. "Are you tired?"

I shook my head. "Nah, not right now."

"Want to watch another one?"

I stood up. "Sure, but I've got to pee and grab a water bottle. You want one?"

He nodded, swiping the remote and scrolling through the networks to find another movie.

I called Angel to his bed in the living room, and took care of my business. When I returned, he had 13 Ghosts pulled up on the screen.

"Can we watch my favorite now?" I smirked.

"Absolutely, it is also one of my favorites."

He pressed play, and I walked past him, my thigh catching the edge of the couch, causing me to stumble toward the coffee table.

Before I could connect with the glass, his arm was around my arm, pulling me back toward the couch. I landed square in his lap. It took me a second to process. He smiled at me nervously.

"Sorry, didn't want you getting a concussion."

I slid off his lap, but was now seated closer to him, by side nearly pressed against his chest. He turned his attention back to the TV, throwing his blanket over the both of us casually.

I pulled my bare legs up under the blanket, now very aware that all I wore was a pair of too-short gym shorts, a plain white t-shirt, and socks. I was home alone earlier, in my defense. My knee was pressing into the side of his leg, but he didn't seem to notice.

His body radiated so much heat, I instinctively sunk down further under the blanket. His gargantuan arm was draped over the back of the couch, the back of my head pressed against it.

I let myself get into the movie for a while. We made it about half an hour in before I felt him shift. He stretched his legs in front of me, now in near full laying position. His arm tugged my shoulder and I looked at him.

His eyes were honest, or so it seemed. "It's just cuddling. I haven't had anyone to cuddle with in a while."

I pondered this for a moment. My brain screamed against it, told me it was wrong and I knew where this could go. But he was so warm. He was so comfortable. I slid down, stretching my legs over his, my chest laying on his. My face had nowhere to go but on his collarbone while I tried desperately to watch the television.

Something tugged at me, which I tried to ignore for a while. I couldn't for too long before I piped up.

"How would your girlfriend feel about us 'just cuddling'?"

I felt his chest still, his breathing stopped for a beat.

"She dumped me." I snapped my head up

"What?"

He sighed, not looking back at me. "Why do you think I needed a drink?"

"Oh, Noah." I moved to sit up, but his arm around my waist held me in place while he squeezed his eyes shut.

"Can we please just...not?" When he looked back at me, he had a single tear trying to escape from the corner of his eye.

"Okay." I softly responded and gently leaned back down. His arm secured me in place, while the movie continued to play.

About halfway through, I felt my eyelids getting heavy. His fingers that were holding my waist had been drawing small circles on my back for a few minutes, and I was fading quickly. The warmth, the comfort. He wasn't the only one who hadn't cuddled in a while.

"Are you asleep?"

This roused me. "Hmm? No. Just comfortable." My voice was raspy with sleep, my eyes only half open.

His chest shook with the rumble of a laugh. "You want me to head home?"

I slightly shook my head. "Warm." His hand rubbed up my arm now, coming to rest on the cap of my shoulder. I heard a low humming sound, and realized it was him, humming a tune that I couldn't place.

"It should be illegal to be able to sing that good." This made him snicker.

"Too bad, huh?" I sighed, relaxing. "Maybe if I wasn't so talented, you'd actually like me."

This made me slowly lift my head, narrowing my eyes at him. "You are an insufferable human Noah Sebastian." He smiled a goofy grin at me. "I am trying to relax, here."

His hand came up to brush my hair from my face, his eyes locked on my tired ones.

"You're really beautiful Mileena, you know that?"

I raised my eyebrows, my eyes getting wider. He didn't seem fazed, just studying my face.

"Well...thank you?"

His fingers twirled some stray bands of my hair while his eyes just would not leave mine.

"Would you hate me if I kissed you?"

My stomach bottomed out. I was awake. All the way awake, now. I sighed heavily.

"We can't do that, Noah."

He bit his bottom lip.

"Can't, or won't?"

"Both?"

I rolled onto my side then, slightly breaking the contact between us. He was sat with his head propped on the pillow at the end of the couch. He kept his arm on my waist, but raised himself up just enough to nearly tower over me.

"Would you tell me to stop again?"

He was testing me. I was going to fail if he didn't stop. He felt it.

"Probably."

"Would you make me leave?"

"Is this why you came over? Girlfriend dumps you, so you figure you'd come hook up with your sponsor?" Okay, maybe that came out a little sharper than I intended. But it needed to be said.

"I wasn't planning on coming here. I was set on the bar."

I sighed. He was right. He was on the brink, and I invited him in. Practically begged him.

"Noah, I just...we can't."

His hand reached up to cup the side of my neck, his eyes now fixated on my mouth. I caught the tip of his tongue dart out over his bottom lip.

"Would you make me leave?" He repeated his question.

I didn't answer him, I just stared. I couldn't hide the want on my face anymore. I could feel my eyes pleading with him to just do it. Just make the move, because I couldn't.

With the luckiest break I've had in a while, he read my thoughts, and dipped his face down to brush our lips together.

This was different. This wasn't hungry. It was a hot burn, slow and steady. His hand came up to brush against my face, pulling me just close enough for him to press his face closer, solidifying the kiss.

Once I had the nerve, I moved my lips against his, my body melting against him. We moved slowly, our tongues only trying to make short appearances to taste the other's lips. His kisses on my lips slowed, his hand running down the side of my body, stopping to rest on my hip. Noah's lips began to trail off of my mouth, moving down to my neck, leaving soft kisses over my throat, making my breathing stop altogether.

I'm not entirely sure how long we stayed this way, his lips leaving trails of warmth over my jaw, neck, and collarbone.

I finally reached for him, my arm searching for the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath. My fingers grazed his skin, feeling the solidity of his frame. I felt him breathe out a sigh when I began leaving kisses on his neck. I let the tip of my tongue trace his adam's apple, smiling when the grip on my hip tightened with a nip of his skin.

After he had been tormented enough, he slipped his arm around my waist, flipping to perch over me, laying me flat on my back.

The kiss that came now was burning, hungry, and wild. My fingers pulled at his shirt, lifting it until he had to sit up and pull it over his head.

He wasted no time coming back to attack my neck, nipping and biting carefully, but enough to have me whimpering. He slid one hand up my side, beneath my shirt, and grazed the side of my breast, waiting for a reaction. I arched my back, trying to beg for touch.

His fingers grabbed my entire breast with one hand, pinching my hard nipple and rolling it between his fingers. I gasped at this.

"Oh, Noah..." I heard him hum, a sign of approval.

My hands grabbed his hair, pulling him back to my face. I kissed him while he used his other hand to lift my shirt, exposing both breasts.

It took no time for him to work his way down, taking my nipple in his mouth, leaving me breathless. His tongue circled the hardened bud, driving me absolutely wild.

I could feel his excitement pressing into the inside of my thigh, so I squirmed, causing a friction I'm sure he noticed. I felt the growl more than heard it.

His hand slid up my thigh, stopping on the inside, just before the hem. I could feel myself shaking in anticipation. He hooked the edge of my shorts, and with no mercy, pulled them down viciously, exposing my plain black cotton panties.

His hand glided over my core, feeling how damp the fabric already was. I was breathing heavily, silently begging for more.

"Jesus Christ, Leena." His mouth reached down and kissed my breast again. "So fucking wet."

His words had my brain scrambling. I hadn't been intimate in so long.

His fingers traced over the wet spot, teasing me until I was sure I was going mad.

"Noah..." His eyes looked up to me, my left nipple glistening from his saliva. "Fucking please."

The smile on his face was so wicked, I swear I saw the devil behind it. And this was my one-way ticket to hell. At least it's warm there.

His fingers slipped under the fabric, running up and down over my slit, nearly hitting that one spot I needed.

"This? This is what you want?" His tone was deadly, which had me reeling even harder. I fucking needed him.

I could only nod wildly. His index finger slipped inside, curling at just the right angle, hitting the sweetest spot, I could've burst right then and there.

"That's it. Good girl." His words had me moaning softly, his fingers working me over. Noah continued this until I was nearly seeing stars, his thumb now rubbing circles over my clit. I was ready, so fucking ready, eyes shut tight, climbing the hill and about to fall over. Then it was gone.

My eyes burst open, nearly ready to complain before I felt his hands pulling my panties down, his hot breath just centimeters from my core.

"I can't tell you how many times I've thought about this, Leena. I'll bet you taste incredible." Breathing was out of the question. Air no longer existed.

And that was it, he was on me. His tongue lapping up my pussy, humming while I gripped his hair frantically.

"Holy fuck, Noah."

"That's it baby. Scream my name. Be good for me."

My brain was no longer firing on any cylinders. I was on another plane altogether.

His lips latched onto my sweet spot and sucked like his life depended on it.

"Noah, oh my god! Oh my god, I'm going to come." My back arched off the couch, and my vision went white.

"Noah, Noah, Noah!" My voice was going hoarse. My toes curled and I began to feel the overstimulation, my hips bucking against him.

His arms pinned my legs down, leaving me nowhere to go. I fought for purchase against his skin.

"Please, please I can't. I can't!" He finally released me, lapping at my inner thigh one more time, causing me to shiver.

He sat back, a satisfied grin on his face.

When I looked up at him, I could see the clear bulge in the sweats, and smiled my own wicked grin.

I saw the confusion on his face before I sat up, simultaneously pushing him back on the couch, ripping the front of the pants down. It came to my attention that he wasn't wearing any boxers, so his cock sprung free instantly.

His eyes were fixed on me while I sized up his length, trying to work out how I was going to swallow this damn thing.

I slid the tip of my tongue across the top, eliciting a hiss from his lips. He stared down at me, watching my every calculated move.

With no warning, I wrapped my lips around him, and took him as far down as my throat would allow.

"Oh, fuck..." His eyes went half-masked, his mouth falling open. "Do that again. Jesus Christ."

It didn't sound like a question, so I diligently obeyed. My throat gave out about halfway down his length, causing me to gag. His hand grabbed my hair, nails in my scalp, holding me there.

"Yeah, baby. That's it." He let my head up, saliva dripping from my lips. "You're so good, Leena. Such a good girl."

His hand pressed me back down gently until I had a good rhythm going, my head bobbing, eyes looking up at him.

"Fuck, girl, I'm not going to last like this." I hollowed my cheeks, increasing the suction, and his eyes bulged.

His head flew back, his chest heaving wildly. "Just like that, baby. Don't stop."

I obeyed, suddenly really enjoying the submissive role. His hand guided me faster until I felt him harden to nearly stone.

"I'm going to come, don't stop...fuck don't fucking stop baby."

I felt the first hot stream hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed, waiting for the rest before sucking just a second longer, listening to him hiss in response. I let him out of my mouth with a pop, smiling at him sheepishly when I sat up.

He laid there, eyes closed, hands on his chest, working to breathe.

It took a while, but he eventually opened his eyes. His smile was lazy, and he lifted an arm to pull me down, now laying on his chest again.

He reached behind me and flung the blanket over us, kicking his pants the rest of the way off, and looked down at me.

"We shouldn't have done that, huh?"

I blushed, nuzzling my nose into his neck to hide it as best as I could. "No, we shouldn't have."

He ran his hand up and down my arm, now turning his attention back to the movie that was still playing.

"We'll do better tomorrow." Was the last I heard before my eyes drifted closed.

#noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #fanfic

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dragondemoness · 11 months

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Hey!! It's 🌼 Anon again ❤️! (Here with angst as you have wanted 😈)

I wanted to know if I could request fuyuhiko (a bit of a new thing for me 💀), mondo, Chihiro, ryoma, and Akane with a s/o that has horrible luck when it comes to dating. (projection 😯) like everyone they've dated ended up being horrible, it didn't go well or work well, something s/o couldn't control was an issue, ect.

And it's to the point thier scared of being with someone, going out with someone, ect. Or feel like it's the world telling them that they shouldn't date anyone or that they'll never be loved. Kinda a hurt/comfort but I don't want you to hold back on the hurt part 🥹 (still want some fluff though 😣💕 obviously)

Your wish is my command >:3

Warnings: Yelling, swearing, minor arguments, insecurities

Fuyuhiko, Mondo, Chihiro, Ryoma and Akane With an S/O Who Has Bad Luck with Dating

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

He doesn't get why you're so anxious around him

Sure, he's a yakuza boss, but it's not like he's killed anyone

Recently

He's been as gentle as he can be, but you're still so stiff when you're out together

You can barely even make eye contact with him

It kind of frustrates him honestly

On your fifth date, he planned to make things official

But you stared at your lap and fidgeted with your fingers anxiously

At that point, he had enough

"Look, I've done everything I can do for you, and you can't even look me in the fuckin' eyes! What the hell is your problem?! You're lucky I even asked you out, and you're just gonna sit around like an ungrateful little--?!"

He stopped himself before he could finish

That unfortunately made things worse, and you stood up and rushed out with tears in your eyes

He internally berated himself for being stupid before going after you

"Hey, uh... Look, I'm sorry for blowin' up at you. I just don't get why you're so afraid to date me. I've been trying to be gentle, but like... I-Is there something I'm missing?"

"...What's the point?"

"Huh?"

"Every date I've been on, everything went to shit. It either ended right in the middle, something came up and we had to stop, or my date turned out to be a gigantic asshat. And this one didn't go well either, so what's the point in trying anymore? The universe clearly doesn't want me to be happy."

Fuyuhiko looked at you in sadness

He felt even worse for lashing out at you before

He awkwardly approached you and placed his hand on yours

"...I'm sorry. I had no idea."

After that, he asked to give it another shot, and you agreed

He promised to be gentler and more patient with you, and he delivered

He got better at containing his anger, and you started feeling more and more comfortable with him

Once he officially asked you out, things only got better from there

He really likes you, and he doesn't want to ruin it, especially after so many of your other dates had gone wrong before

Chihiro Fujisaki

He doesn't have a lot of experience with dating

The few crushes he did have were put off by him, either by him "being weak for a boy," or by dressing as a girl

But you were sweet to him, and you never judged him for anything

So naturally, he got feelings for you and asked you out

He made conversation with you, but you seemed really uncomfortable for some reason

He was worried that he did something wrong, and he got anxious too

"Hey, um... Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"Huh? No, it's just... Every date I've been on went wrong, and I just don't seem to have good luck with these things. And I like you a lot, so I really want this to work out, but... The universe doesn't seem to want that for me."

He looked at you sadly before taking your hand in his

"I'm sorry to hear that, (Name). I know it might feel that way, but you deserve to be happy. And if you don't want to continue this date, I understand. But I'll never do anything to hurt you, I promise."

He then gave you a reassuring smile that helps ease your doubts

He seemed genuine, so you agreed to keep it going

And ever since then, he treated you with nothing but kindness

He understood your worries and was very patient with you

And you ended up developing a nice relationship

Mondo Owada

He's also not the most gentle guy

He's loud, he's scary, he's angry

But he fell for you, and he asked you out

Even the way he approached you was intimidating, but you gave it a chance, even though you knew it was probably gonna go to hell

While you were on the date, you kept your gaze away from his and only spoke when he spoke first

He doesn't remember acting like a jerk to you, so why are you so weird around him?

Eventually, he got frustrated and slammed his hands on the table

"Hey! What the fuck's your problem?! I took time out of my day to take you on a date, and this is the thanks I get?! I didn't do a damn thing to you, and you're clearly into me, so why don't you fuckin' act like it?!'

That caused you to tear up and bail on the date, leaving Mondo there alone, feeling angry at himself

He left you alone for the rest of the night before approaching you the next day with a bouquet of flowers

"Hey, uh... Look, sorry about yesterday."

You looked at him in surprise

Anytime someone bailed on a date or lashed out at you, they never apologized or tried to reach out to you

You could only stare at him in surprise, making him feel even more awkward

"Jeez, what's that look for? I'm tryin' to make it right."

"But... Why?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you trying? Every date I've ever been on ended terribly, and so did ours. The universe clearly doesn't want me to date anyone, so why are you here?"

He looked at you in surprise, and he finally understood your behavior from the night before

He felt even worse for lashing out at you

"Hey, look. I'm sorry for yelling at you last night. I was just mad that you were acting so weird, but now I get it. It's not gonna happen again, I swear. So... If you wanna give this another shot, what do you say I pick you up at 8:00? I swear this date will be better."

You were hesitant, but you agreed

And true to his word, Mondo was much more gentle with you

The date went much better, and as you kept going out together, you started to find hope again

Ryoma Hoshi

He's not loud or angry, just really quiet and awkward

He's not really the type of guy who chooses to socialize in his free time

But he still ended up falling for you, and after he came to terms with it, he asked you out

For some reason, you were even more stiff and awkward than he was

He found himself trying to start the conversation, in sharp contrast to his usual quiet demeanor

Eventually, he just asked what the issue was

"Hey, kid. Did I do something to make you uncomfortable? If you're just awkward, I get it, but is there anything I can do to make it easier?"

"No, it's not you. I just don't have great luck when it comes to dating."

"Oh."

Is that all?

He's not gonna ask what happened, but he lets you know that he's really into you, and that he's not gonna ditch you or treat you badly

You're the only one who's ever made him feel this way, and he's damn well not gonna screw it up

Akane Owari

She's not terribly aggressive, but she's not the most gentle either

She's well-known for her strength, and for getting violent on occasion

But she has a gentle side, and it caused her to develop feelings for you

She was confident when she asked you out, but she didn't know just how nervous you were

Seeing you so stiff and uncomfortable confused her, and she didn't ask about it until you tried to make an excuse to leave

"Hey, what gives? Aren't ya havin' a good time? Come to think of it, you've been actin' weird this whole time. What's your deal?"

"Sorry, it's just... I've gone on dates before, and none of them went well at all. It was either the person I was with, or something came up that I couldn't control. I just don't have good luck with these things."

"Ohhhh. Well, you don't hafta worry. I'm not gonna hurt ya or anything like that. I'm really into you, ya know? And I'm definitely not gonna screw over a sweet person like you!"

With that, you continued your date, and you grew more comfortable as you did so

Now that Akane knew about your past unfortunate experiences, she made sure to be patient with you, and not to get too aggressive with you

And your relationship only got better from there

#danganronpa #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa goodbye despair #danganronpa killing harmony #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #mondo owada x reader #ryoma hoshi x reader #akane owari x reader #chihiro fujisaki x reader

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shantechni · 11 months

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One thing I greatly appreciate about the 2012 series is that Raph's temper is rarely ever shown to be entirely on him, which might be hard to believe, but it's true.

Pivotal episodes that focus on Raph's temper are Turtle Temper, Slash and Destroy, The Good, the Bad and Casey Jones, Newtralized!, and Mutant Gangland.

Turtle Temper

We get our first front row seat to how Raph tends to let his anger carry him away to the point that the mission and his brothers became an afterthought, and everyone is right to be upset with him. A random, smacktalking slob isn't the end of the world, but after 15 years of hardly interacting with anyone other than your family, it only makes sense for him to be angry that this total stranger is managing to tick him off. But no one downplays the situation or tells him to just, "stop getting mad," they more or less told him to stop letting his anger do the work. Splinter said it best: "It was I who made his [Shredder's] words into weapons. That's the choice I made. What choice will you make?" Translation, you're allowed to be angry, but it's what you do with that anger that determines the outcome of things.

Slash and Destroy

This will always be in my top 10 favorite episodes solely for being such a good scenario of Raph's anger being a poison to someone he cares for, not just his family, but Spike. Firstly with his family, he's right to get mad when his comics are ruined, or when Leo constantly sticks up for Mikey, or when Donnie's experiment gets out of control and nearly hurts Spike. It's the accumulation of those things that makes him lash out and eventually take the mutagen to his room, greatly to the dismay of an already apologetic Donnie. Anyone who lives in a full house knows: he feels disrespected and stifled, going so far to wish he were out on his own.

Now for Spike, we obviously know the mutagen messed with him in more than a physical sense, but it's clear that Raph's angry venting didn't help either. Not only did Raph push his brothers away when they weren't intentionally agitating him, namely Donnie, but he's largely responsible for Slash's desire to get rid of his brothers. Slash thinks his and Raph's tempers are what make them stronger and better than the others, that they could be doing so much more without them. Raph doesn't agree with him, not even a little, because for as much as his family gets on his nerves, he'd miss them way too much to ever leave them.

When Splinter told him to meditate on it, he wasn't dismissing the fact that Raph was rightfully upset, but that he was letting his anger run on again. He needed to stop and think about why he was angry, and understand that Donnie didn't mean to nearly hurt Spike. That even though he treasures those comics, they're just comics at the end of the day. Whether or not he would've reached that conclusion without the loss of Spike is up to interpretation, but Splinter reminds Raph that he still has his brothers.

The Good, the Bad and the Casey Jones

It's a tried and true concept, but it never fails to be a good concept when Raph and Casey's tempers clash. Before that though, we once again see Raph lose control of himself due to his family and he's clearly bent out of shape over his lack of control, the guy attacked Leo without warning and has his brothers flinching away when he yells at them. His statement is an interesting one: "This always happens. I'm fine until those guys push my buttons. It's not like I was trying to hurt Leo. They just don't get it." Now couple it with this one from Leo: "What are you saying, Raph? It's not that you are angry, but we make you angry?" Raph goes on to refute that question before somewhat proving himself wrong when he snaps at their teasing.

The situation is never truly resolved because Casey leads some Foot Bots to the lair, but it's clear that Raph is half accepting and half in denial of having anger issues, and his brothers don't quite understand it themselves (explained by why they teased him and unknowingly made him feel like they weren't taking him seriously). But Leo seemed to get an idea from the earlier teasing when he tells Raph they were just "busting his shell." He doesn't say it with malice or like he was wronged, he's fairly apologetic despite the humor written all over him. And, in a way, Donnie and Mikey alleviate the situation in their own way by not reacting too much to Raph's outburst, or even when he returns. Donnie slips out a short quip and leaves it at that, because they know Raph just needed some time to himself without them messing around.

Newtralized!

The bigger focus of this episode is obviously the Newtralizer's plot for the Kraang and Slash's redemption, but Raph's temper is still front and center from the first minute of the episode. Though it's a fact that we've seen on display before, Raph getting angry because someone he cares for isn't being careful enough is still an important point, especially now since Raph is close enough to Casey to be angrily worried about his wellbeing. Though it's never directly addressed (Raph's argument is that Casey is holding them back and getting in the way), Raph learns over the course of the episode to not exclude Casey just because he's not as skilled as them.

Mutant Gangland

Lesgooo another favorite--starts rubbing my hands together. It might even be slightly higher than Slash and Destroy because Raph is less angry and more frustrated that he's stuck in the training phase with his brothers, feeling like they aren't doing any better when they can't go all out on each other. It's understandable, they just barely saved Earth from the Triceratons but most of that can only be attributed to Fugitoid's "sacrifice", then the Triceratons were the ones who finally put an end to the Kraang, not the turtles, and Shredder is still out there somewhere with his henchmen roaming the streets. Outside of feeling outclassed during their conflicts in outer space, Raph feels like they aren't doing enough.

But, since Raph pinned the blame on Splinter taking Leo's side, saying he's forcing them to hold back and that they clearly don't understand how he feels, Donnie saw an opportunity and shot back at Raph with the usual insult of him complaining about Leo all the time. That obviously makes him feel worse, and he storms out in typical Raph fashion. Splinter sets the boys straight though; aside from telling them that he won't always be there to play mediator, he tells Donnie straight up that he should grow up and could've responded in a more mature manner. They all need to learn to stop feuling the fire that is Raph and understand where he's coming from, and Donnie sees this in person when him and Mondo go after Raph and Raph doesn't immediately accept his apology.

(Excuse me as I geek out over season 4 being the season where we see them grow out of their bad habits, like Leo rushing Donnie to do something, the guys unnecessarily angering Raph, them underestimating Leo, and not taking Mikey seriously. Like, they still happen, but the boys quickly recognize when they've messed up and I just-)

Don Vizioso and his gang blows a hole in everyone's day of course, but by the end of the episode, Leo and Donnie apologize to Raph (who wasn't used to getting so many apologies at once), and Splinter reminds the turtles to not let their conflict separate them from each other.

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...So yeah I just really like that Raph's temper is handled nicely when it's threaded with the conflict of the episode, idk lol-

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imeanwhynotbruv · 1 year

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I love your mowglie!Spider au!!!!! Considering the scenario that Spider does get captured, and for some reason, cannot be rescued, how do you think Quaritch would react because his kid doesn’t speak any english and is just so…feral?

I feel like he’d be pretty strict into pushing Spider into the “right lifestyle” like similar in Caught by naavispider

I think the RDA would experiment on him and find another way to put a tracker on him as well.

Unrelated, but does Spider have his own Ikran?

Quaritch meets feral Spider

Omg I love this! if it did happen I think it would go something like this.

Quaritch wouldn’t realise anything was wrong with Spider other than the fact he could breathe he air at first, and for the sake of things let’s say they still lock him in that room until he wakes up.

The first thing Spider would notice is the lack of Eywa around him, but it was so much worse than any of the times where he was in the lab with the Sullys.

So Spider starts to panic and lash out but with way more force, I’m talking screaming, growling, swearing in broken Na’vi and bashing his hands against everything until they start bleeding.

Quaritch finally enters the room, for fear that Spider will seriously hurt himself. When the door opens Spider gets low to the ground and starts growling, the same way a Thanator would before it’s attack.

Quaritch starts trying to speak to Spider to calm him down, but it only makes Spider madder because he can’t understand a word he’s saying and the bright lights are irritating his eyes.

Quaritch moves closer and reaches for Spider, only for the kid to dodge around. Quaritch tries again but this time manages to actually get a hold on the boy.

So Spider does the only thing he can think of to do.

He doe the thing that he does best.

Spider bites.

Quaritch is shocked at how the kids jaw seems to lock into place, sharp teeth digging quickly through his skin and drawing blood.

Quaritch whacks Spider away in surprised panic after he can’t shake the kid off.

Spider growls at him as blood is smeared all over his lips and chin and Quaritch curses and yells at him.

Spider only continues to growl and yell in Na’vi before he attacks again.

Quaritch lashes out on instinct and ends up knocking Spider out. He feels a sort of mix of confusion and shock as he looks at this feral child lying on the floor, he also refuses to acknowledge the feeling of guilt in his gut as he puts the kid back on the bed and walks out.

Later when they’re patching him up he asks what the fuck was that about and then he gets told that it’s very likely that the kid didn’t understand what he was saying.

Quaritch refuses to believe it at first but agrees to try again using this Na’vi translation thing (think futuristic google translate😭😂)

Quaritch try’s talking to Spider and the kid hates the machine, like with a passion, because how dare it speak the great mothers language with no soul (I hope that makes sense).

But finally it’s confirmed that Spider can’t speak English.

Quaritch is in shock before he becomes outraged, starts cursing and blaming Sully for Spider being the way he is.

He decides he’s going to make the kid normal if it kills him.

It starts off with Quaritch cutting his hair, Spider isn’t bothered by the hair itself but he’s pissed at this demon touching him and trying to change something about him. Spider also doesn’t really understand what’s going on because Quaritch’s impatient ass could be bother to translate it for the kid…safe to say Quaritch gets bitten…..a lot.

They then try to put Spider in normal clothes and the kid is just not having it, he kicks and screams while the try to put it on and when they finally succeed he takes them off and rips them immediately after.

Quaritch eventually gets tired of watching the scientists and a few soldiers manhandling the kid so he basically tells them to all fuck off and just throws a pare of loses shorts at Spider so he doesn’t end up naked.

Spider doesn’t like sleeping in any of the beds, normally he’d just climb under them and everyone gets fed up of trying to get him so actully sleep in the bed.

News of the feral boy spreads quickly so they start taking him for tests. He freaks out every time so they have to fight him until he can be sedated, this obviously traumatises the kid because they are all awful people who don’t care about his discomfort as long as they get results.

There’s only so much screaming Quaritch can take before he puts a stop to it and says he’ll figure out a way to get some of the results they want. This gains him a little of Spiders trust….well, enough of it that he doesn’t keep getting bitten.

They agree to let Quaritch try his method and take Spider outside after the imbed a chip into his arm.

Quaritch is later horrified as he finds Spiders face and hand bloody after using both his teeth and a knife from the canteen to remove said chip.

Nobody’s really willing to try that again so they settle on making on collar. Spider screeches about it for hours but hey, he can’t get it off and he’s not biting himself anymore.

So they finally take him outside, completely sure that he wouldn’t be able to escape.

They were wrong.

Once Spider was in the forest again, eywa could get to her child, could save her child and fight the people who hurt him….eywa could do something

And Eywa was pissed.

The minuet they were away from the base the animals started attacking, it started slow. Just a few rocks being thrown, growls from the bushes…then the animals started attacking all at once.

Spider took his chance once he felt the great mother’s presence urging him to run, he didn’t hesitate.

Eywa led him towards his Ikran, a magnificent creature second only to the Toruk, but it’s body had been battered and scarred from old fights, it queue had long since been mutilated and torn off.

Spider is extremely relieved to be reunited with his winged friend who flys him high up into the hallelujah mountains.

The Recoms retreat back into the base and Quaritch is pissed when he finds out they can’t track Spider.

Eywa sends a message to Mo’at who sends scientist up to the mountains where they find Spider and remove the collar before they take him back to camp.

Spider is happy to see mo’at but he’s upset to know the Sully’s left, Eywa comforts him and he takes his Ikran to find them, trusting Eywa and the Ikran to lead the way.

Then they get to the Metkeyina and that’s just whole other ballpark of fun.

Tuk is very happy to have Spider back to threaten others with😏

I really loved this! Thank you for the ask! Let me know if any of you have any other questions ❤️

I hope you enjoyed⭐️

#avatar 2 #spider socorro #avatar twow #avatar the way of water #miles spider socorro #Mowglie!SpiderAu #avatar wow #avatar quaritch #miles quaritch #feral spider #Spider has an Ikran #asks open

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dawn-moths · 1 year

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“I’ll be your angel, if you bring the devil out in me”

Nanami Kento x Female Reader

part 1 ♡ part 2

word count: 9,000+

(Nanami returns home early from a business trip only to discover his perfect little princess has disobeyed him. He has to punish you, making sure you learn your lesson, but after you do such a good job for him, he decides maybe you deserve a little reward after all.)

disclaimer/content warning: 18+ content! minors dni! some plot and then full smut, sugar daddy nanami, sub/dom dynamics, size kink, alternate universe (no sorcery), reader is chased, manhandling, punishment (spanking with a belt), reader is collared, nanami is good to reader after the punishment, reader is called “princess, baby, baby girl, good girl, bad girl, sweetheart, and angel”, oral (reader receiving), aftercare.

*ao3 mirror*

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Nanami was fairly lenient with you when it came to rules.

More often than not, he was the kind of Daddy who liked to spoil his perfect little princess at every given chance. He wanted to overindulge you, prove that he could give you whatever you wanted whenever you wanted it because that’s what good Daddies did for their babies.

“You’re worth all this and more,” he’d justify after an outrageously expensive purchase. He’d place a hand on the small of your back and pull you a little closer in to his side, smiling down at you in that serene way he did— the one that proved he was truly in love— and say, “Anything to make my favorite girl happy.”

You had an entire walk-in closet full of his love— pretty dresses in every color, cashmere sweaters, cute little pleated skirts, designer shoes, handbags, items of jewelry that cost six figures a piece. So when it came to wanting things, having them, you knew all you had to do was bat your lashes, say the word, and Daddy would pull out his shiny black credit card.

As long as you continued to be his perfect little angel, that is.

Sometimes you found yourself in a bad mood, whether from feeling neglected because Nanami was caught up working overtime to maintain his company or simply because you were bored, insisting on being a brat just to see how far you could push your Daddy before you actually made him mad.

You’d broken little rules before, like the one about no swearing, no snacks right before dinner, and especially the one about no talking back.

Those behaviors had earned you a variety of punishments, in the very least, your chin gripped in one of Nanami’s big, strong, calloused hands and a very firm reminder that you weren’t being a very good girl right now. If you continued to act up after that, well…

Being tied up and left writhing on the bed while a vibrator was pressed to your sensitive and overstimulated clit until you were a trembling, crying, drooling mess of yourself, just barely able to stutter out your hundredth apology wasn’t off the table, you knew from first hand experience.

So, yes, while Nanami didn’t instill many rules besides a few that, for you, were hardly restrictive, he certainly didn’t forget to punish you accordingly if you broke them.

There was one rule, however, that you had never dared to break. Never even dared think about breaking, on account of how serious he’d been when he’d spelled it out for you.

“And never— and I mean never— go into Daddy’s office when he’s not home,” Nanami had made perfectly clear after you’d agreed to move in, giving you the full tour and laying down the law of his land. “Definitely not without permission. Understand, sweetheart?”

Back then, you’d nodded, given him that doe-eyed look of yours as you’d rocked on the balls of your feet and promised, “Yes, Daddy. I understand,” like the good girl Nanami knew you to be, most of the time.

But today, following the end of a week-long absence of your Daddy due to a regrettably unavoidable business trip, you’d found yourself rather bored. You’d been so patient already, barely even putting up any fight when he’d first broke the news to you, informing you that his business partner— a tall, handsome, and rather flirtatious man named Gojo Satoru— had been supposed to go and represent the company but had dropped out at the last minute due to “personal reasons”, which meant Nanami had to go instead.

But you wouldn’t be completely alone all the time, Nanami had told you. He’d send some of his junior associates around to check in on you and keep you company for a little while. You’d immediately requested your favorite ones— a girl around your age, maybe a year or two older, named Nobara as well as two young men named Yuji and Megumi— and Nanami had hummed out a tired chuckle, already having assigned them to the task as he’d had a feeling you’d say that.

The first day without Nanami had been hard. You two had said your reluctant goodbyes and he’d reassured you for the fifth time on his way to the door that he’d call every day to check on you himself, but when the trio of Nanami’s employees had showed up to hang out and with food from one of your favorite takeout places just to sweeten the deal, you’d felt some of your loneliness fade for the time being.

The second day, Nobara came alone, though with no shortage of stories to tell you, making you laugh as she recounted a particularly amusing one where Yuji and Megumi had nearly gotten in big trouble with the boss after accidentally misplacing some very important documents, but, through no shortage of shenanigans and Nobara’s help, had been able to retrieve them before it was too late.

You could imagine the look Nanami would’ve given them if Nobara hadn’t saved the documents— and, in turn, saved the boys as well, which she most certainly wasn’t going to let them forget until she was repaid in one way or another— and you felt your stomach sink and swoop in one motion just at the thought of that dangerous, dark tawny glare.

On the third day, it rained, so Yuji and Megumi came over with a series of movies you’d mentioned having wanted to see and the three of you enjoyed a marathon all afternoon cuddled up under the blankets together, Yuji throwing popcorn at Megumi until the raven haired boy lost his patience and nearly had Yuji wrestled into a headlock on the floor. Still, even their banter had you smiling and giggling, and so long as you were happy, so were they. Nanami had made sure to remind them what would happen if they did anything to upset you in several texts that morning.

By day four, you were missing your Daddy something fierce, just wanting to feel his arms around you, breathing in the scent of his shampoo and cologne as you dozed off laying against his chest or in his lap as he finished up some last minute paperwork from home.

You missed the way his rough fingers would draw abstract patterns over your legs or your back until you grew needy enough to start pulling his crisp button up out from where it was tucked into his trousers, your little fingers exploring the firm valleys of his torso, fidgeting with the buckle on his belt oh so innocently until you could feel his arousal jutting hard against your thigh, grinding down on him until he couldn’t focus anymore and hoisted you up, insisting that the rest of his work could wait before carrying you into the nearest bedroom.

You’d tried touching yourself during his absence, imagining it were his fingers instead of yours slipping into your starved little cunt, that it were his palms kneading at the flesh of your breasts or tweaking your sensitive nipples, one hand wrapped around your throat and squeezing from time to time, but it was never the same.

No one would ever be able to satisfy you like he did. He made sure to remind you of this every time he had you splayed out under him, though not with his words.

His actions were more than enough for you to come to that conclusion on your own.

Days five and six went by painfully slow and with no sign of Nobara, Yuji, or Megumi to entertain or distract you. Something had popped up at work, they’d each informed you when you’d sent them timid texts fishing to see who might be around to stop by and hang out. At one point, you even considered contacting Gojo, though when you remembered the types of advances he usually made around you— while most likely harmless and just meant to rile Nanami, as he was always casually flirting with you in front of him— you decided to forgo that option.

So now, having endured the first half of day seven, bored and impatient and wishing Nanami would’ve just brought you with him on his trip, even if it was all long meetings and tasteless hotel rooms like he always complained about, you found yourself counting down the hours until he’d be home.

“Tomorrow morning, sweetheart,” he’d said over that morning’s phone call as you lay in bed, every blanket and pillow and plushie you owned scattered across the mattress to make you feel cozy. “I’ll probably be back before you’re even awake.”

“Promise you’ll wake me up as soon as you’re home,” you’d responded, hugging a big, fluffy white bear to your chest and trying to keep him on the call for as long as you could, his voice bringing you instant comfort. “I don’t care what time it is, I wanna see you.”

Nanami had let out one of those low chuckles, the kind that had a way of warming you from the inside out like heated honey or hot chocolate, and said, “Alright, princess, but it might be really early.”

“Don’t care,” you’d stated with an adorable air of defiance. Nanami could practically hear the pout in your tone. “I’ll stay up all night waiting for you, if that’s what it’ll take.”

A short burst of a laugh escaped Nanami from the other end of the phone and you’d found yourself smiling because of it. “Well, don’t do that, baby. I need my girl to get all her rest, got it?” Then he’d lowered his chipper tone to something dark and borderline sinister as he concluded, “Trust me when I say you’re going to need all the energy you can get for what I have planned for you the first night I’m back home.”

You’d let out a mischievous giggle at his warning. “Oh yeah?” you’d challenged him with a lilting tone. “Well then, guess I better go to bed early tonight, huh?”

The two of you had exchanged some more flirtatious remarks before you heard the muttering of an unfamiliar voice in the background, Nanami’s tone shifting back into something more professional as he informed you that Daddy had very important work to get back to now but he loved you and would see you soon. You sung out a sweet goodbye and then found yourself alone again, turning over onto your back and letting out a long sigh.

You rolled over until you were on his side of the bed, burying your face in his pillow and inhaling what lingered of his fading scent.

Just one more night, you kept telling yourself as you paced the halls, stopping to straighten up or organize little things here and there just to keep yourself busy. Just one more night and then he’ll be home.

After another hour of aimless wandering, you found yourself exactly where you’d started, standing in the middle of the main living area, gazing out the window at another day preparing for its end, the sky clear for the first time in a week. Only, this time you caught the reflection of dark wood in the spotless glass, peering over your shoulder at the two pristine doors that hid Nanami’s home office beyond.

You’d never set foot inside without him home, especially without his permission, just like the rule stated.

But just a quick look couldn’t hurt, right?

Besides, he wouldn’t be home until tomorrow morning.

He’d never even have to know.

♡♡♡

You knew where Nanami kept the key.

You could barely call it “hidden”, since more than once you’d seen him place it above the tall doorway where it was out of your immediate reach, merely meant to deter you lest you be inconvenienced by pulling over a chair.

But today, all out of ideas on how to make the time pass faster, you found that inconvenience was highly necessary. So you dragged one of the heavy dining room chairs all the way back to his study, careful to lift it as much as you could as to not to scuff the legs across the polished floors.

You pushed it right up to the wall, climbed on top, and reached above you to feel around the ledge of the doorway, the cold metal of the gold key finding your curious little fingers before long.

Instantly, the thrilling adrenaline of this risk began to flood you. You’d only really ever peeked inside before, seen all the pretty books your Daddy kept lining the glass shelves, all the leather bound spines that were hand painted with shiny baroque designs and gothic lettering.

It was like Nanami had been trying to tempt you by allowing those quick glances, luring you into the unfamiliar domain with the romantic antiques and glittering crystal chandeliers.

There was only a brief moment of hesitation after you slid the key into the door and turned it to the right, hearing it click, the sound inviting you in, if you dared. You were chewing on your bottom lip as you debated whether this was right or not. Because, even if he didn’t know, you were still being bad. You were blatantly disobeying him, even after he’d hinted at such pleasurable rewards upon his return. He’d be so disappointed in you if he ever found out but— Oh, one quick look couldn’t hurt, could it?

You pushed the heavy doors inward, the pristine office opening itself up before your eyes, everything so neatly organized it almost looked like a display, completely untouched. Every single book, paperweight, pen— even the stapler and wax seal— were set perfectly straight in their exact place.

It was impressive, if not obsessive, but what more would you have expected from someone like Nanami, who made sure everything— even if you weren’t meant to see it— was perfect?

In the center of the room by the tall, latticed windows was an ornate mahogany desk, the last light of the setting sun spilling in through the windows, bathing the entire room in its golden hour glory.

You carefully placed the key on the edge of the desk so you wouldn’t lose it or forget to lock up after you were done, and while you were trying to touch the least amount of things as possible, it was incredibly hard not to take a seat in the plush burgundy armchair behind the desk. Maybe, if you were extra good, some day Nanami would let you sit in it too, even if it was just in his lap.

Your sock-clad feet treaded carefully around the rug that bordered the desk, afraid your little footprints would press into the imported material and give your mischief away.

And there was just so much more to look at in the room— more than you’d initially realized or prepared for— it was so easy to get distracted.

There was an array of certificates and awards and, to your particular amusement, some photos of Nanami and some of his colleagues when they were younger, Gojo sticking out his tongue and throwing up a pair of bunny ears behind a stoic looking Nanami just as the camera flashed.

There were even a few photos of him and you— a faded polaroid strip from an amusement park photobooth you two had visited over the summer, your cute expressions and glittering eyes paired with his calm grins and gazes of adoration— which sent a warm flutter through your heart.

You hadn’t expected him to care enough to keep them, let alone display them in such a professional room of the house.

It was just another reminder that Nanami really did love you.

It almost made you feel guilty for breaking one of his rules. Almost— until you looked over and caught sight of the shiny, holographic spine tucked between all the deep browns and greens and blues that colored the rest of the books lining the shelves.

Carefully tugging the text free, you turned it over to discover it was a textbook on botany, and as you began to flip through the pages, you quickly became entranced by all the hand drawn pictures of trees and flowers and fungi, plants that you’d never even known existed.

Another hour easily passed while you ghosted your fingertips over one portrait of a plant called the jade vine flower, vibrant turquoise and indigo ink capturing the species’ likeness in a way you could only imagine it existing in a fantasy world of make believe.

You loved it, loved how the artist had given care to accentuate each plant’s shape and hue using only lines and simple shading textures.

Once you reached the end of the book, having long lost track of time but knowing it was nearing dinner on account of the twilight that now painted the sky, your hunch that perhaps this book had been a one of a kind was proven right, a long note scrawled in delicate cursive adorning the inside back cover that addressed Nanami by name.

Your Daddy kept some live greenery scattered about the mansion— little spider plants or succulents dotting display shelves, weeping figs and monsteras that symmetrically stood guard on either side of certain doorways— but you never could’ve guessed he cared for flora this deeply.

You supposed you two were still learning things about each other, even after all this time.

But, as the thought occurred to you with a tender fondness, that was when you heard the distant echo of what sounded disturbingly like the front doors opening and closing. The moment you heard the familiar call of, “Princess, I’m home!” in Nanami’s low, rich vocals, you were plunged into pure panic.

He wasn’t supposed to be home until tomorrow, your mind exclaimed in alarm as you rushed to slide the book back onto the shelf and exit the office before he could find you, knowing you didn’t have much time with his long stride and curious search for his baby girl, wondering why she hadn’t come running to greet him at the door the moment he made himself known and express how grateful she was that he’d come home early.

There was no time to cover all of your tracks, so in your moment of frantic haste you pulled the chair you’d used to stand on to grab the key inside and closed the doors behind you, hoping Nanami would give you some attention and then go take a shower like he usually did after a long business trip so you could clear the rest of the evidence.

“Shit—” you swore under your breath, shuffling back and forth on your feet, nearly slipping on the hardwood as you debated whether to scurry back inside and grab the key that you’d oh so stupidly left sitting on the edge of his desk. But as his tapping footsteps neared dangerously close, you knew there was no time.

You leapt for the nearest couch, throwing yourself over one side of it and bouncing a bit on the plush cushions, sending some of the pillows falling askew as you tried to play it off like you’d been lounging there all day. Not three seconds later, Nanami rounded the corner, his expression softening as his gaze landed on you. You could tell by his smile alone, the way his brown eyes squinted a bit behind his glasses and he breathed out a sigh of relief, that he’d missed you a whole lot.

“There you are,” he greeted you, already shrugging off his beige blazer and tossing it onto the adjacent arm chair.

You sat up, your face alight with glee though with the undertones of what you hoped read as surprise and not fear. “Daddy!” you gasped, reaching out to him with your eager little grabby hands and giggling as he approached the couch, pulling you into his lap as he took a seat next to you on the sofa.

“I was just napping,” you lied through that adorable lilt in your voice. “I didn’t hear you come in. But you’re back early!”

Nanami took a good, long look at you, cupping your face in both his big palms as his smile widened, smoothing down your slightly disheveled hair— the result of a nap and certainly not the consequences of bratty rule breaking— before allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, squeezing him in a tight hug.

“I was able to wrap things up a little sooner than expected,” he explained in a quiet murmur, rubbing a hand up and down your back as he used the other arm to adjust you in his lap, your embrace slackening to something a little lazier, comfortable against the heat of his body and eased by his familiar scent. “But you don’t want to hear about boring meetings, do you baby?” he asked, pulling you back slightly by your shoulders so he could gaze into your eyes again. “Why don’t you tell me how my perfect little princess’s week went? Did Nobara and the boys bring enough things to entertain you with?”

“Um, well…” you began, your pastel blue painted pinky nail coming up to your lips where you resisted the urge to chew on it out of nervousness. “Yeah, we had fun,” you answered with a slight shrug, your voice only quivering a little towards the end.

“Aw, what’s the matter, sweetheart?” Nanami cooed, gently pulling your hand away from your teeth before you ruined your manicure. “I thought you liked Megumi and Yuji too?”

Fidgeting and trying not to grow tense, you quickly assured him, “N-no, I do like them! It’s just, well…” You glanced behind his head at the doors of the office, flicking your gaze back to him to find his brow slightly furrowed, suspicious. “I just really missed you, is all! It’s not the same… Y’know… When you’re not around.”

You’d always had a talent for tricking people into thinking you were innocent— a talent for tricking your Daddy into thinking you were a good girl even when you knew you’d done something bad that you didn’t intend to let him know about— but Nanami was the only one who’d seen the other side of you.

The defiant side.

The devious side.

The side that made his little angel look like a little devil, though, so long as he was debauching you for it, Nanami didn’t mind if that streak came out in you once in a while.

He continued to stare you down with that skeptical gaze, clearly sensing something was off. But perhaps it was just the stress from all those meetings, all those sly businessmen with scheming glints in their eyes as they murmured deals under their breath that was causing him to think you were up to no good.

“What is it, angel?” he pressed, his tone almost playful as he tried to pry the truth from you, his fingers flexing where they rested on your hips in warning as he asked, “What kind of trouble did you get into while Daddy was away, hm?”

He’d always been one to give you the chance to fess up, after all. It wouldn’t erase the inevitable punishment, but it did lessen it, if you gave in.

“I promise, Daddy…” you continued to fib, your usually sweet and carefree smile pulled crooked and strained under the pressure. “I’ve been good all week—”

As you leaned forward to hide your face in his shoulder again, Nanami stopped you, temperament turning more serious, his jaw clenching as he blinked at you a few times, slightly cocking his head to one side. “You’re a bad liar, sweetheart,” he informed you, voice devoid of all its previous affection and dipping into something bitter and dark. You felt your stomach twist with dread, throat bobbing with a hard swallow as your smile dropped and you flashed that guilty puppy-dog glance at him, already begging for his mercy without even being aware of it.

“You know what will happen if you don’t tell Daddy the truth, don’t you?” he warned, grip tightening on you just that much harder, likely leaving bruises in the shape of his fingertips, making you wince and avert your gaze. His next words were laced with a sinister growl, some kind of sick satisfaction embroidered into his threat of, “Or do you need a reminder of what happens to bad girls?”

“I swear, Daddy…” you doubled down, forcing yourself to meet his gaze again, a lightning strike of terror lacing through your bones. “Please believe me…”

And if you hadn’t shifted your gaze to those double doors behind him for that split second, maybe Nanami would’ve been able to let it go. If only you had been resilient enough to not give yourself away.

But, some way or another, Nanami always found out, didn’t he?

When you were being a brat and trying to get something past him, he knew just the looks to give you, just the tone to use, to make you break.

Nanami kept his tight grip on you as he followed where your flickering gaze had led him, right to the double doors over his shoulder, and the next time he looked back to you, you were already tensing at the thought of the punishment you’d just earned.

“Sweetheart…” he inquired outright, pulling you harder down onto his lap when you’d tried to wriggle free. “Did you go into my office while I was gone?”

You shook your head, lips pulled down into a pout, and even more clearly lying by the way you could no longer look him in the eyes.

You hissed in pain as he dug his fingers further into your sensitive flesh, knowing you’d better make eye contact with him unless you wanted even darker bruises than what were already forming under the material of your pleated skirt.

“So you’re saying if I go over there right now,” Nanami asked rhetorically, his dark eyes half lidded and swimming with malice, “those doors will be locked?”

Maybe he’s bluffing, a naively optimistic piece of you hoped.

Chewing on your bottom lip, knowing full well that you’d been caught, you forced yourself to nod again anyway. If anything, it would merely buy you a few more minutes before his wrath really had the chance to catch up to you and sink its fangs in deep.

Because, while your Daddy cared for you, spoiled you, loved you, his punishments were no laughing matter.

Not when he really meant them. When you’d really done something worth receiving them.

Nanami lifted you from his lap and started towards the office doors, leaving you on the couch cushion next to where he’d been sitting with your legs folded under you and your heartbeat pounding in your chest, adrenaline beginning to surge.

“Last chance, sweetheart,” He exhorted, stopping before the dark wood doors, hand resting on the handle. “Your punishment won’t be so severe if you just tell the truth.”

In your silence, Nanami only grew more impatient, jaw flexing once more in irritation.

“One…” He began to count. You rose from the couch.

“Two…” He turned the handle. You slowly began to back away.

“Three…” Pushing the unlocked door inward, Nanami caught sight of the shiny gold key sitting on the edge of his desk. You froze, tears already beginning to well in your eyes.

Just because you knew what was coming didn’t make accepting it any easier.

Nanami let out a disappointed sigh, starting to roll his shirtsleeves up to his elbows with a precise flick of his wrist as he stated, “I’m disappointed in you, princess…” He gave you one of those dangerous, menacing glares from over his shoulder, loosening his tie. “I expected better.”

You felt your stomach sink and swoop all in one motion, inching back little by little.

It was only when he undid his belt and pulled it free from the loops in his slacks that you let out a gasp and took off running.

So cute of you to think that you could ever escape him.

♡♡♡

Nanami had always been fast. Strong. Strategic.

You’d seen it in the swiftness of his tennis swing, heard it in the crack that followed his golf club hitting the ball and sending it soaring far over the green and out of sight, witnessed it in the way he shook hands with potential business associates, grip firm and dominant.

Sometimes, when he was feeling playful enough, you’d get him to chase you down the halls, your exhilarated laughter echoing through the home you shared as your little feet frantically pitter-pattered around the next turn.

In those times, Nanami would let you feel like you were too fast for him, at first. He’d pretend not to know your favorite hiding spots, pacing the room and looking in the obvious places before sneaking up on you and pulling a startled yelp from you before it faded into a giggle.

“Caught you, princess,” he’d smirk, lifting you into his arms and nudging his nose against yours. That usually was followed by pinning you to the nearest bed or couch or counter and fucking you slow and deep until you were spent and he was satisfied, clearing his head before returning to the mountain of paperwork and emails awaiting him in his office.

Having played those games so many times, you should’ve known outrunning him wasn’t actually possible.

Especially now, when he actually wanted to catch you.

There was no more delighted laughter or startled shrieks.

There was only the sound of your panting, petrified little breaths as his fast footfalls gained on you.

By the time you were nearly at the doorway of one of the upstairs bedrooms, he was right behind you, and when his hands found your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder that time, your scream wasn’t one of lively amusement.

It was a raw, truly terrified one.

The kind that stung afterward, your shrill voice raking its claws fast and hard against the inside of your throat.

“P-please! Please, Daddy! ‘M so, so sorry!” you attempted to apologize as you put up a weak struggle, watching as the end of the hall you’d come sprinting down grew further and further away, disappearing altogether as Nanami rounded the corner into the bedroom with you. He kicked the door closed with a slam and turned the lock, the sound of the gentle click sealing your fate.

“I-I just wanted to look at your books! I swear! I wasn’t gonna touch anything! I was just bored! Please! Plea—!”

What remained of your panicked begging was knocked right out of you as Nanami tossed you down onto the plush, king sized bed. This one’s comforter was a deep shade of maroon— one of the guest rooms.

Nanami had few rules for himself, but one of them had always been never to dole out a punishment in the bedroom you two shared, the navy and silver master meant to remain a sanctuary for lazy mornings and late night lovemaking.

You’d atoned for your sins atop goosedown quilts in all kinds of colors— charcoal and pine and plum, so far— but tonight it seemed your suffering would be outlined in a shade of deep wine.

“Please, please, please, please—” you sputtered, your tears welling and spilling over as you clasped your hands together before your chest and sat on your knees, praying to a god you knew to be gentle and benevolent to you most of the time, yet equally as vindictive when pushed to be. “Please, I’m sorry! I—”

You choked on the remaining words of that sentence as Nanami snapped the belt between his hands, forearms flexing from the force and causing you to start trembling uncontrollably.

The lump in your throat had grown, impossible to swallow down as crystalline tears streamed down your cheeks in pairs, meeting under your chin and dripping down onto the sheets between your slightly spread knees.

“You know how I feel about disobedience, princess…” Nanami warned, the dim light of the room casting dark shadows over the sharp features of his handsome face. “If you would’ve just told me the truth…” He raked a hand back through his tousled, gold-spun hair, some of the strands falling forward into his dusky glare. “If you would’ve just told me the truth, maybe I would’ve let you forgo the consequences this time.”

Your mouth was open with more pleads for mercy, more apologies, begging him to let you off easy and you’d be so good— so good he wouldn’t even recognize you— from this moment forward, but his voice filled the brief pause before even so much as a squeak of yours could.

“But you just had to be bad, didn’t you? Insisting on being a brat…” He snapped the belt again, stepping closer to loom over you, his shadow swallowing your shivering form whole. “So now…” He cocked his head again, clearing his throat. “Now you have to be punished.”

Nanami ordered you to lay out on your stomach across the bed, giving one impatient gesture of his hand forward to signal you to hurry up and comply. But, as you seemed so intent on making things worse for yourself that evening, you only tried to scoot away from him and back closer to the headboard, more jumbled apologies exhaled between your hitched sobs.

Nanami grabbed you by your ankles, dragging you all the way back down to the end of the bed and pulling another startled yelp from you, straddling your hips as your legs dangled off the edge. The way he handled you told you he meant business, any care for your comfort in this situation disregarded until you stopped your incessant struggling, all attempts at fighting proved futile in the end.

“Hold still,” Nanami ordered, tone as hard and cold as stone.

That time, finally giving up, you did as he said, though didn’t make any effort to cease your crying as he flipped you over onto your stomach, the backs of your thighs on display for him as your feet dangled a few inches from the floor.

You tensed as he hiked up the back of your skirt, taking only a brief moment to admire the delicate, ballet pink lace of your panties and how perfect they looked stretched over that plush ass of yours, knowing how soft and tender your skin was there, how easily bruised.

But then he was taking the waistband in his fist and tugging them down, leaving you vulnerable and exposed, your muscles already clenching in anticipation.

“You’re going to count for me, sweetheart,” Nanami instructed, tone a little less stern as he undid his tie and tossed it aside, undoing the first few buttons of his shirt.

This was likely going to be a long session with how you were acting. Why not make himself more comfortable?

“‘M so sorry— S-so… So sorry…” you muttered feebly, your sobs just beginning to die down only to come back even more suffocating once the punishment actually began. “P-please, Daddy… Please forgive me…”

Nanami clicked his tongue, cooed at you again in a way that, if not for the current situation, might’ve been sweet, and gently stroked his calloused thumb over the swell of your unmarked ass, already imagining what it would look like after he was done with you.

“Of course I’ll forgive you, baby,” he admitted, a tiny grin appearing on his lips for a fleeting moment. But then his tender touch was gone and you heard the leather twisting in his hands as his grip on the belt tightened, preparing himself to deliver the first strike. “After you’ve proven you can be my good girl again.”

You cried out as the first blow hit, Nanami reminding you to keep track of how many or they wouldn’t count before raising the belt to you a second time.

And so you counted, the first few always the worst, the pain starting to taper off into a pins and needles kind of numbness halfway through, and then, by the end, beginning to ache once more as the bruises painted your skin like the rich colors of all the bedrooms— navy, pine, plum, and, new to the list of quilts you’d been punished upon, red.

After twenty hits, Nanami began to take some pity on you, deciding that you’d sustained enough. That you’d atoned.

“That was ten for disobeying,” he explained. You felt the mattress dip beside you as he rested his weight on the edge, some of his rigidness melting away back into care as he caressed the underside of your ass— the only part of it that wasn’t black and blue at the moment. “And then another five for lying to me, the last five for trying to run away.” He carefully pulled your panties back up, smirking to himself when he could see the bruises through the pale fabric of the thin material.

Your eyes were red and puffy, lashes clinging together in watery spikes with salty streaks shimmering down your cheeks, whispers of lingering sobs occasionally hitching weakly in your chest, your entire body veiled in a thin sheen of sweat and buzzing with fading adrenaline, limbs trembling even as Nanami took you into his arms, cradling you and rocking you back and forth as he gently hushed your little whimpers and whines.

“I forgive you now, baby,” he told you, voice silken and sweet as warm honey, one thumb wiping away the last tear to fall. “There’s no need to cry anymore. Though, I do hope this will serve as a reminder to think twice before disobeying me in the future.”

Sniffling and wiping your nose with the edge of your sleeve, flinching as a fresh stinging sensation pulsed on your sore behind when you shifted slightly in Nanami’s lap, putting too much pressure on the bruises, you mumbled, voice a little garbled and mouth coated in your thick, sticky salvia, “‘M really sorry, Daddy… Didn’t mean to upset you… Promise…”

Nanami hushed you again and, that time, you allowed your eyelids to flutter closed, still feeling safe enough in his arms to fall asleep despite the fact that the very same hands holding you so tenderly now had just delivered one of the harshest beatings you’d sustained yet.

“I’ll always love you, princess…” Nanami reminded you. “No matter what. And, you know, Daddy doesn’t like having to punish you like this either. But he does it because he loves you. He does it because he knows you’re better than that, m’kay?”

Drifting into a sleepy daze, exhausted from crying, you just gave a lethargic nod, nuzzling your head closer into his chest.

“Love you, too…” you sighed.

And you meant it.

No matter how many punishments or beatings you received, at the end of it all, you’d still love him.

Because you believed him when he said he loved you.

He might’ve been the only one in the world you’d never question when he told you his love for you was real.

Because he always took care of you, so long as you behaved.

He treated his pretty, precious baby with only the utmost care and consideration, spoiling her with any and everything she could ever even think to want, so long as you followed the rules.

So all of this really was your fault, wasn’t it?

If you hadn’t been such a defiant little brat, then he never would’ve had to have gotten so scary.

“Since you took your punishment so well,” Nanami began again, feeling your body relax a little more against him as you continued to calm down, “I’m going to give you an extra special reward now, alright?”

You opened your eyes, blinking up at him with that innocent, bambi expression he loved to see on you so much. After swallowing down some of the spit sticking to your throat, you asked, “You do?” as if you couldn’t fathom getting a gift after what you’d done today, taking a punishment well or not.

“I do,” Nanami confirmed with a nod and a small smile. Then, faking indecision, he said, “I mean, so long as you really want it?”

Before the full sentence had even left his mouth, you were already nodding your little head, lips slightly parted and drawing in shallow breaths of anticipation.

You wanted it.

You wanted it so bad.

Anything to make you feel like you were back in his good graces again.

So Nanami lowered you down on the bed, fluffing a pillow under your head so you could be more comfortable as you lay on your side and watch him migrate the short distance over to one of the dresser drawers.

With his back turned to you, hiding your reward from sight, he began, “I’ve actually been saving this for you for a little while now, princess.” You perked up a bit when you heard the delicate jingle of a bell, already having a feeling you knew what it was, in some kind of sense. “I hope you like it…”

When he was sitting on the bed beside you again, he let you take the pretty pink collar in your eager little hands, marveling at the way your eyes widened with excitement and delight as you read the heart-shaped name tag daintily clinking against the little gold bell that spelled in pretty cursive letters, “Angel”.

“Can you…” you hesitated, suddenly turning shy despite Nanami knowing full well how much you liked to be collared by him, having ones in all different colors and styles— thick, black, spiked ones that matched some of your racier lingerie, or ones with rings dangling off of them so Nanami could tug you around, guide your face where he wanted it, whether leading your lips to meet his own for a long, deep kiss or forcing you down onto his cock until you were choking on it.

You had fluffy ones and ones with cute charms hanging off the front. Ones that buckled in so many places you could never hope to get them off by yourself and now, probably your favorite one yet, this pretty bubblegum pink one with the cute little bell.

“Can you put it on me?” you finally gained enough courage to ask, batting those doe-eyes at him and trying to be sly about the fact you were needing to clench your thighs together, the gooey wetness of arousal already starting to pool in the pink lace of your panties.

Now on a mission to tease you, it seemed, Nanami simply replied, “Well, I don’t know, sweetheart. The name tag says Angel. So, I think the real question here is…” He leaned in closer to you, one of his hands resting over yours where you held and admired the collar. Lowering his voice to a smooth, seductive tone, he asked, “Are you going to be my perfect little angel tonight, or are you going to continue to be a brat? Because brats don’t get pretty collars, now do they?”

Gazing up at him in that sweet, submissive way you’d damn near perfected— as if it didn’t come naturally to you— you shook your head side to side, promising to be good for him.

Cooing at you with that condescending lilt, Nanami said, “That’s what I thought,” before slipping the collar from your light grasp and fastening it around your throat, reminding you to tilt your head back while he secured the buckle, making sure there was only a tiny gap to breathe if he decided he wanted to take a fistful of your hair to tug on, craning your neck back for him to suck little bruises into.

Once it was secured, he slipped a finger into the front and gave a testing tug, only satisfied as the first little mewl hummed in your throat.

“Arms up, baby,” he directed you, pulling your sweater over your head, taking in the view of you, the way your pink lace bra paired perfectly with the collar, pleated skirt flaring out around you, the plush flesh of your upper legs spilling over the tops of your thigh high stockings.

His mouth watered at the sight, unable to suppress a smirk as he thought to himself that soon all you’d be left in was that pretty pink collar.

As he climbed atop the bed, settling over you, Nanami sighed out in affectionate admiration, “You’re so perfect… Always so perfect, my pretty little angel…”

You nuzzled your cheek closer into his palm as he caressed your face, your eyes falling shut and your breathing now steady, content.

And then Nanami was meeting your lips for a slow, deep kiss. The kind that left you breathless, more of that saccharine arousal pooling in your belly, making you desperate for him.

When he broke the kiss, finally giving you a chance to breathe, a thin strand of saliva bowed and snapped between your two mouths, both of you out of breath but Nanami better at disguising his neediness than you were.

He could’ve stared at you forever— so sweet, so submissive, so his— and never grown tired of the sight. Because, for a man who’d visited many art galleries all around the world, seen some of the most spectacular sights that nature could’ve offered him, you were always going to be the most exquisite and captivating image on the planet.

Moving lower, his mouth explored the familiar planes of your body, in its wake a trail of darkened bruises marked by his teeth, claiming you, as if you’d ever had the chance to belong to anyone else.

As soon as your bra was discarded, sensitive nipples perked by the cold air, Nanami’s tongue was laving over them, causing them to furl even tighter as he took the tender buds into the heat of his mouth.

You knew you were growing wetter by the second, thighs desperately clenching to contain your dripping arousal, wincing as you shifted over the sheets, the sting of the belt’s lashes making a soft gasp hitch before your next moan.

Nanami clicked his tongue at you, saying with a slight song to his words, “Don’t try and hide, baby…” Then, murmuring right beside your ear in that velvety baritone, “You should know better by now that you can never keep secrets from Daddy…”

Forcing your legs to spread before pulling you down closer to him by the meat of your thighs, Nanami couldn’t help but find it cute how you were trembling, your next inhale catching as he grabbed both your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head. With his free hand, he undid the button on his trousers, hissing as he pulled his aching erection free, sighing with relief as he gave himself a few languid strokes in preparation to sink into the tight heat of your perfect little cunt.

His cock was blushing pink and drooling with pearly pre-cum, and he swiped his thumb along the tip before gliding the same finger along your drenched slit, using both your slick to tease your pulsing, needy pussy, pushing in through the side of your panties. He only took pause long enough to tug down and kick off his pants, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing that aside at the same time.

The next thing to come off was your skirt, your panties pulled down along with it and dropped to the floor, leaving you in only those thigh high stockings and the pretty pink collar fastened around your slender neck.

And, god, just the sight of you…

Nanami almost wished he’d thought to grab his camera before getting you sprawled out like this— the expensive one he liked to bring on your vacations together that always captured the perfect, one in a million shot— just so he could preserve this image forever. He’d keep the print of you locked in the top drawer of his home office desk, the thick, glossy photograph of all your perfect, precious skin on display in such a vulnerable state for his eyes and his eyes only.

It would serve as a reminder to him that perhaps he ought to encourage you to break into his office without permission more often, collecting the private photos like prized pieces of rare art.

“Please, Daddy…” you whined, writhing in your own arousal, little hole clenching around nothing and desperate to be filled. But Nanami was keen to make this part last a little longer before granting you the reward of his cock.

“You’re going to be a good girl,” he informed you, applying the slightest pressure to your clit and teasing you to tears, removing his touch every time your hips tried to buck and steal more pleasure from his fingers, “and hold out until Daddy tells you you can cum, understand?”

The next mewling whine that crawled up your throat had him letting out one of those dark chuckles, denying you yet again as you tried and failed to chase his torturous touch. But Nanami wasn’t out to punish you anymore. Now he was merely playing with you, loving to be the cause of the adorable pout that began to fade into a shy brand of awe as his face slowly lowered between your thighs.

You couldn’t help but throw your head back as he peppered kisses along your inner thighs, so close to the apex of you yet deliberately avoiding it for now, his rough fingers delicately toying with the hem on one of your stockings, slipping them beneath the sheer black fabric to gently knead at the soft flesh there.

Your stomach flinched and fluttered as you felt his hot breath fanning over your weeping cunt, the anticipation alone nearly sending you spilling over the edge.

But Nanami had instructed you to wait until he gave the word. And you were so eager to please him now, so you’d be a good girl and listen.

With both thumbs hooked into one of your stockings, presumably about to pull it down, Nanami suddenly gave pause. “Actually…” he pondered aloud to himself, removing his thumbs from the hosiery and instead running his hands along the curve of your hips. “I think we’ll leave these on this time.”

Attentively readjusting the position of your thigh-highs so they lay perfectly over your legs again, Nanami let out a low hum of satisfaction, everything back in its rightful place. Neat and orderly, just as he preferred it.

Then and only then did he finally gift you the sensation of his hot mouth exploring your tight, wet heat, his long, slippery tongue gingerly prodding at your entrance before spearing into you, dragging hard and flat up the length of your slit, pulling a loud, melodic moan from your collared throat.

In that moment, there were few things Nanami craved more than your pretty little sounds of pleasure and frustration, not failing to notice how hard you were trying to hold out until he issued the order for you to let yourself go.

The second he did— and not a moment sooner— you came completely apart, shining arousal gushing across his chiseled face as he continued to leave open mouthed kisses to your cunt, savoring the taste of you the way you might revel in the sweetness of one of your favorite desserts, completely enthralled.

But this wasn’t the end of your reward— quite the opposite, Nanami merely viewed the first time you came as a prologue to the fairy tale fantasy of pleasure he intended to guide you through.

There was barely enough time for your senses to come back to you through the syrupy haze of your lust before the second chapter was in effect, Nanami’s fingers finding their way into your mouth as he nudged at your slightly parted lips, urging you to suck on them which you did without needing to be told.

A few times, he forced his fingers in a little too far, suppressing a cruel grin as he saw your throat bob with the attempt not to gag, having to remind himself not to be too mean after what he’d already forced you to sustain earlier.

“Doing so well for me, angel,” he breathed, enamored with the feel of your tongue curling around his fingers, spit pooling and slicking the long digits until he deemed them wet enough. A quiet squeak of neediness cracked in your voice when he pulled his fingers from your mouth, a thin strand of saliva sticking to your chin that he gently wiped away with his thumb. “Keep being a good girl for Daddy, ok…”

The next time his practiced touch found your already overstimulated cunt, he slipped two fingers in, beginning to stretch you open wider so you could take him in full, his fingers glistening in the low light as they pumped in and out of you, scissoring inside and making you whimper, nearly letting out a hiss himself as he felt how hard your insides were trying to squeeze around him.

He swore you hadn’t been this tight before he’d left a week ago, and the thought of sinking into you had him becoming even more achingly hard, his cock twitching with want for you.

Besides, you’d both been plenty patient.

You’d earned this.

So, finally deciding you were ready for him, Nanami lined himself up with you, gently nudging into your entrance and trying to swallow a groan as your body squeezed around his tip, feeling himself tense before he was barely even two inches inside.

Your body constricted around his length in rapid, ravenous little pulses, nearly knocking the next breath from his lungs before he caught what little remained of his composure. He’d allow himself to unravel in his entirety too, when the time was right. But he liked to maintain some of his precious control for as long as he could, that in and of itself spurring him on in its own sick and twisted way.

Once he’d pushed his way fully inside, giving you both a minute to adjust to the searing pleasure of each other’s flesh that, despite only seven days away, was starting to feel like the first time, Nanami pressed gentle pecks to your forehead, migrating down to your nose, your cheeks, your jaw, and cupping your chin in his palm, now melting into something warm and tender.

“I love you so much…” he sighed in between his next series of sloppy, wet kisses to your neck, your shoulder. “More than anything in this entire world…”

Your senses were alight with the pleasure and the pain of it all, overwhelmed with the sensation of where your two bodies became one, so much so that you could barely breathe out the words, “Love you too… S’much… Always will…” as you delicately laced your fingers together behind his neck, holding him close to you as your eyes fluttered shut and you murmured with all your saccharine sweetness, lulled by this gentle, dreamy state, “‘Cause you’re perfect, Daddy… S’perfect…”

Nanami always took care of you. The day he’d decided to make you his, called you his perfect little angel and told you to move in so you could be around each other at every moment of every day— so long as he wasn’t sent off on important business meetings, that was— he’d made a promise not just to you, but also to himself, that he’d take care of you in every way you could ever want or need.

That was what good Daddies did for their princesses, after all.

Though, with Nanami’s necessity for perfection, he tended to go above and beyond more often than not.

By the time he began to move, every slow, languid roll of his hips to meet your inner thighs and drive himself deeper into you, carving out a new home in your core— every reverent gaze and grin of devoted adoration he cast upon you— all of it was an unspoken reminder of just how much he loved you.

The same as every whine of his name or his title that left your lips along with the pitched moans that spliced between those syllables as he hit that sweet spot deep inside of you was a declaration of your desire and loyalty to him.

“That’s it, angel…” he encouraged, the dainty bell around your neck jingling more and more every time he thrust back into you, his pace picking up speed and strength along with his panting breaths. “Almost there… good girl…”

Sweat was beading on his brow, more strands of his silky, golden hair falling forward into his stoic eyes. It was only like this, safe within the private confines of a quiet room you two found yourselves uninterrupted in, that Nanami allowed himself to become disheveled and imperfect.

You still thought he was perfect, of course. That beautiful look on his face, pupils blown wide and lids fallen at half mast, jaw flexing as he clenched his back teeth every time your pussy squeezed around him like he just couldn’t get enough of you, no matter how painful the attempt to ride it out as long as either of you could was…

It was like this, in the way that you knew only you were allowed to view him, that you found him most perfect.

And so, after he’d gifted you your second orgasm and finally allowed himself to come undone with you, filling you to the brim with so much of his hot, sticky cum that it overflowed— so much that you felt it in your tummy, you were sure of it— the two of you just lay huddled in the homes you’d made of each other’s bodies till the crashing tidal wave had reduced to the lazy ebb and flow of sea foam kissing the shore line.

You were already beginning to doze as Nanami returned with a warm washcloth to clean you with, though took ample time to stop and admire the mess the two of you had made between your legs first before wiping it all away. He unfastened your pretty pink collar, placing it on the bedside table with a quiet chime from its golden bell, only now ridding you of your thigh-highs, making a mental note to replace them on account of how ruined they’d become from your combined pleasure that had dripped down and stained the edges.

He pulled you into his arms, let your head rest against his chest as he cradled you against him, making sure to keep you warm and sated through your spent state, and murmured all kinds of little love letters into the crown of your head as he also began to doze against the burgundy bed sheets.

Right before you slipped into the welcomed world of sleep, however, a mischievous little flicker of a thought occurred to you.

It said that, despite the consequences, you didn’t necessarily regret getting caught. And, if you could expect a similar outcome to follow if you ever again decided to break into Nanami’s office, you just might take that chance the next time you found yourself feeling bored.

***

(I mean… do I even have to explain this one or can I just say I was “feeling a certain kind of way” again lol.

This really came to me on one of my recent mental health walks when my mind went “y’know what would make you feel better right now? Getting absolutely dominated by Nanami Kento in every way possible.”

Sorry not sorry.

Anyway, happy valentine’s day, I hope you enjoyed. Pretty sure you’ll be seeing more sd!nanami from me in the future.

Byyyye~ <3)

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