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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Dead on Main AU 3

Masterpost

So this one is a bit longer, but that's because part of it is the same phone conversation from the other side.

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“Road trip!” Dick calls out. All of the- siblings(?)-younger people start to scramble before Bruce calls out for them to stop.

“This is going to be a 12 hour drive one-way, which means we won't be back until dinner tomorrow at the earliest. Not all of you can go.” This causes a lot of frowns and Danny holds in a chuckle. They start arguing over why they should be able to go and Bruce pinches his nose, right between his eyes as they shout at him.

“First and Foremost, I do believe that Masters Duke, Damian, and Stephanie have school tomorrow.” Alfred inserts. Everyone quiets to listen to him, Danny notes. Everyone else they’ll talk over, he must be important, be extra nice to him.

The three must sigh and sit back down at the table.

“Cass, if you wouldn’t mind staying to keep them out of trouble overnight. I’m sure Alfred will see them out to school.”

Cass shrugs, then signs at Dick who responds “Of course!” Danny hadn’t realized that she was speaking sign language this whole time.

Bruce then turns to face Dick and Tim. “You have absolutely no way to keep us from coming.” Dick sing-songs.

“You both have work tomorrow.”

“Actually, Dick and I called out ten minutes ago, family emergency.” Tim shrugs. “We won’t be in for a few days unless things change.”

“Alright, go grab your things.” They both whoop and you can just tell they were both about to start running when they catch eyes with Alfred and just start walking really fast. “Pack light, and grab some changes of clothes for Jason!”

Before they can leave a phone starts ringing. They all look around before all eyes settle back on Danny. He feels around his pockets for where the phone is, before pulling it out and seeing his own number on the caller ID.

“Oh, it’s me!” Danny hurries to pick up as he hears someone mutter “Why didn’t we think of that?” from the table. Dick and Tim are almost immediately right next to him as he mumble out a hello.

“Um, hello, Jason?”

“Yeah, this is Jason. You with my family?” His heart thumps when he hears his own voice coming out the other side of the phone. It somehow makes the whole situation seem a bit more real then it did before.

“If the people that were in the room with you before are your family. I really only have confirmation that one of them is your dad.”

“Hey, we’re his family”

“We’re all his brothers and Cass is his sister.”

“Have those motherfuckers not even introduced themselves?”

So much talking at once, Danny tries to focus on his own voice coming through the phone. It’s a little deeper than it usually is, gruffer and lilted like it’s trying to talk in an accent the mouth isn’t familiar with shaping. Danny supposes the voice he’s speaking with now must be doing the same.

“Sort of. Eventually.” Jason sighs loud enough to hear over the phone and Danny chuckles at the response.

“Right, well your name is Danny right?”

“Yeah! Have you talked to my family yet?” They were all home the last he checked, and Jazz usually tells him before she heads out.

“No, haven’t left your room. Your name was on your homework though.”

“Oh, please do not judge the homework.” Danny rubs a hand down his face just thinking of that - his homework- being his soulmate's first real impression of him.

“Didn’t even look at that part. So, I’m assuming that you guys are coming to me?”

Danny shakes off the embarrassment “I think so?”

“Of course we are!”, “Was he not paying any attention as we decided who should go?”, “We were just planning.” There are so many people talking at once again.

Danny pulls his face away from the phone and turns to the room at large “Stop it, buzz off!”. He turns to face a wall and takes a few steps away. “They said yes.”

“Please tell me they’re not all planning on coming.”

Danny hums, focused on something else. “Look, I do need to warn you…” what if he goes ghost, can he go ghost with Jason in his body? What are his parents working on today? “ about a few things actually. Jazz, my sister, her room is across the hall and she’ll be able to help you if you. I sort of have… like a medical condition. I would rather explain that to you in person, but she’ll watch out for you if you go meet her.”

“I can do that. Anything I should look out for?” Weird ice mist coming out of your mouth would be pretty unexplainable at the moment, but random things shooting at him can be avoided!

“My parents leave all kinds of weapons around the house, and sometimes they’ll target me-you- at random, so try not to touch anything, and either stay upstairs or have my sister take you somewhere in town. Whatever you do, don’t go in the basement, the lab is down there.” Almost everything in that lab is to be avoided, although since he is already in Danny’s body he shouldn’t be bothered by the potential radiation.

“Kid, what?”

“This is really an in-person talk.”

Danny does not know how he would explain this over the phone, with a room of eavesdroppers behind him. Although they’ve become respectfully quiet, more whispers than anything now.

“Sure, okay. Find Jazz, preferably leave the house.”

“Yep!” That would be best, Jazz will definitely help him. “Is there anything I should know?”

“Shit, if I had time I would give you a warning about everyone in my family individually, but for now… I don’t know if this will translate over…” It will, but there’s really no way to explain that. “I have… I guess it’s sort of a health condition as well. My family knows what triggers it, and they should be on their best behavior right now anyways, but if you wouldn’t mind putting someone on the phone I can threaten them properly.”

Danny laughs and puts the phone on speaker before calling out to the room, “You’re on speaker!” so everyone in the room knows as well as Jason.

“I swear to god if any of you scare him, hurt him, or anything I’m going to kill you. I know everything you love and if you don’t act normal, just know, it will be destroyed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Jay, this is your soulmate!” Dick has bounded back over to Danny, right up in the personal space.

“Also, most of us love you so that threat doesn’t work as well as you think it does.” Steph yells from the table, where she continued eating at some point.

“Bitch, I died once, I’ll do it again. Don’t test me on this right now.”

Danny starts laughing so hard he doesn’t register everyone else in the room having frozen at the outburst.

“Oh, wow, same.” Danny gets out once he can breathe again.

The room is staring at him again, but they seem to do that a lot.

“You must be Jazz.” They hear coming through the phone. “I’m Jason.”

“Jazz!” Danny calls out.

“Danny would like to talk to you.” There’s a small shuffle.

“Danny?”

“Hey, Jazz! So, apparently I’m the younger, so today’s the day. I’m with his family right now.”

“You have a plan? Are you coming home?”

“Yeah, just. Would you mind keeping an eye on Jason until I get there? It’s going to be a long drive so could you make sure nothing shoots him and that he gets edible food?”

“I’ll take him to Nasty for dinner, don’t worry.” Danny sighs in relief, he knew Jazz would help, but he did not need his soulmate food fighting with dinner.

“Sounds good, he’s in my body so he shouldn’t really be poisoned but Mom and Dad still can’t really cook. Speaking of which! He is in my body so if anything happens with the, um, medical condition, help him through that as well.”

“Of course, Danny.”

“Thanks Jazz! We were just deciding who was coming along, but apparently, it's about a 12-hour drive? So, you guys won’t see us until tomorrow.” There’s a lot unspoken in this conversation, but Danny knows she’ll do her best. “Try not to interrogate him, and no psychoanalyzing!”

#dcxdp #dpxdc #batman #danny phantom #crossover #soulmate au #jason todd #red hood #dead on main #batfamily

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notanactressyayy · 1 month

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—𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞—

pairing. ex! Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader

summary. in a day you simply wanted peace, two unexpected visitors showed up. for one of them, you were glad.

warnings. smut! I am NOT responsible for your content consumption! — making out, thigh riding, strap on usage, cursing, angst (w happy ending), soft dom Nat.

notes. my first language is portuguese, so I apologize for any grammar errors. feel free to give me advice, though!

divider credits: @cafekitsune ★

Natasha Romanoff was known as a cold, ruthless woman, who never cared for anyone besides herself. Most of the people didn't know this was due her past — the Red Room was always in complete secrecy, so they feared her. She was already used to it. Whenever she started something with someone, in the next day, she had an empty bed as a gift. To be completely honest, she always felt used. Men and women touched her, to leave her in the morning.

That changed when she met you.

You could say you'd changed her completely, for the best, of course. She became more open with you, learned to express herself better and was not known as the most selfish Avenger in the team anymore.

But just like people say, not everything is a bed of roses.

Instead of using that achievement to improve your relationship, she began to care a little too much about her team of superheroes. At some point, she was no longer paying attention to you.

Reports this, reports that. Missions and more missions. "I have to go somewhere with Cap." "I have to train with Tony to a mission." "I can't, I'll have to go with Clint."

When you confronted her about this, begging for her to understand and willing to help her change, she decided that it was a better option to part ways. You were devasted, and she saw it. That made her heart ache — someone actually lov— liked her enough to want to stay.

This was the one and only reason Natasha didn't forget about you. The only reason she thought about you everyday. The only reason she teared up whenever entering her car and seeing the polaroid with the heart pendant you gave her hanging on her rearview mirror, that she didn't dare to take down.

Today, you were leaving work, heavy tired steps echoing on the pavement's wooden floor as the moonlight illuminated the room. The building was already empty, the streets, darker than your thoughts.

As you started walking to the nearest bus stop, you heard quick footsteps behind you — it was already late and usually there was no people on the streets like this. You turned your head, "you gotta be kidding me".

"Hey, Y/n!" Peter exclaimed, running to catch up with you. "I didn't know you were going to be here at 11:30pm."

You rolled your eyes and took a sharp inhale, but like always, tried to be polite. This so called coworker of yours was always looking at you, following you everywhere, and asking you things, not always work-related. You always made it clear that you weren't interested in men, and he insisted on saying he could 'change your mind'.

"Hey, Peter." you replied, faking a smile and nodding. "You need me to review your documents again?"

"Oh, no. I was just wondering if you wanna go on a date with me. Did you see the restaurant that just opened over there? I could treat you to—"

"No, I don't." you cut him off, more harshly than you intended to. "Look, Peter, I'm sorry. But I don't want anything to do with you, alright? So if you want, go ahead and find somebody else."

You shook your head, not even waiting for his reply and picking up the pace again, quickly rushing to the bus stop. That's when the guy showed you a side that you just suspected, but preferred to believe he didn't have

"C'mon, Y/n." he grabbed your arm, nails digging into your skin. "You won't broke my heart, will you? You're such a gentle, beautiful, kind woman. You will give me a chance."

You cleared your throat, feeling him get closer, and thinking about a certain Red Head — how she would gently, delicately graze your skin with her fingers, so softly whispering into your ear and bringing you to her embrace—

"Back off."

"Oh, no." he laughed. Such a creep. "I won't back off. And if you don't cooperate, I'll make you give me a chance."

Your hands trembled now, silently praying to whoever was seeing this just call the cops or do something. You didn't know the guy anyway. He didn't talk to anyone at work beside you, and you never got to know him, you would never. That's when it would be a good use to have a spy girlfriend. Just the last thing you expected to happen was to hear the sound of a gun cocking behind you, and a very familiar female voice.

"She said back off."

Relief unconsciously washed upon you as your arm was released, only because of the gun, though. You knew that if if wasn't for her, who knows what could've happened there. Peter left, annoyed, but the Russian swore to herself that she'd make his life a living hell.

"... Natasha?" you whisper, turning around with a confused and even scared frown.

"Yes," she worriedly rubbed your arm, shooting you, slowly making the feeling of the disgusting hand fade away. "Are you okay?"

"I am..." you nodded subtly, leaning into her touch. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I saw a woman being harassed. What was I supposed to do? Mind my business?" she said, obviously avoiding your question.

"You know this is not what I mean." you frowned, carefully letting go of her caress and wrapping your arms around yourself.

Natasha sighed, trying to think of a way to explain herself. 'Oh, I'm here because I miss you so much I can't even sleep anymore.'? No, it wouldn't do.

"I... followed you."

"Oh, great, so I'm being stalked twice today." you hissed, making Natasha look down with your harshness.

"No, Y/n.. I'm here for.. personal reasons. I saw you leaving work, and I noticed that guy following you. I decided to follow too, until he grabbed you and I knew I had to intervine." she explained quietly.

The fact she had said 'personal reasons' deeply hurt you, but you couldn't do anything, you had broken up after all. You nodded, and prepared yourself to walk tp the bus stop again.

"Wait," Natasha quickly stopped you, her eyebrows furrowed. "I won't let you go home like this."

This was something about the old Natasha you knew, the protective one. It was okay, you were tired, and a ride would be no harm. "Where's your getaway car?"

She smiled softly at your joke, and tilted her head. "Around the corner."

You two walked silently towards the vehicle, as she unlocked the doors with the keys and you entered the passenger seat. You threw your bag on the backseat before you could focus on the environment around you, and see the polaroid of you and Nat with the heart pendant you gave her hanging on the rearview mirror.

Natasha noticed your gaze as soon as she entered the driver seat, clearing her throat and starting the car's engine. "Couldn't bring myself to take those down."

You stayed silent, but your eyes could tell everything. I'm glad. Oh, I'm so glad.

Natasha remembered your address as if you hadn't broken up nine months ago, and when you reached your place, you too much disappointed for your own good.

"Thank you for the lift," you whispered, turning your body to be able to grab your bag from the backseat — in the exact same moment Natasha turned to unbuckle her seatbelt — your fronts touching, which made you two a little startled.

The problem was that you didn't pull away, neither of you. You slowly turned your head to meet Natasha's gaze, your face so close to hers you could feel her breath. Familiar. It was pure instinct, almost muscle memory, of the times she always kissed you goodbye when dropping you somewhere.

You didn't even notice your hand going up to hold the back of her neck, much less when she placed her hand on your thigh, and leaned in so your noses brushed. Natasha closed her eyes for a brief moment, almost savouring your closeness, your aura enveloping her once more. Then your lips barely, barely grazed, breath hitching, as she couldn't take it anymore.

The redhead pressed her lips against yours, giving them a long peck. It was surprising how much time you lasted without air. You didn't break the kiss, just darted the tip of your tongue out to lick her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She gave in, trying to pull you closer but being stopped by the goddamn control panel. As soon as you felt her tongue touching yours you realized that this was going too far. You pulled back harshly, leaving you two panting for air and a disappointed Nat.

"Do you..." you shakily breathed. "... wanna come in?"

"Mhm." Natasha hummed, turning off the engine. "Can I?"

You didn't answer, just opened the door and slipped out the car. As you entered, you could practically feel Natasha's eyes burning the place. How you didn't take down any picture of yours. How her stuff was spreading across the pavement. It gave her a sense of... hope? Of course, since she was in the same situation.

"So.. are you seeing anyone?" you asked her while kicking off your heels and leaving them by the door.

"I think you know the answer for that." the redhead practically hissed, making your head snap towards her.

"But I want you to say it." you retreated. "I want you to look at me in the eyes and tell me you didn't forget me. I want you to look at me in the eyes and tell me the reason of why you came to my town again and followed me when I left work. I want you to tell me the reason of why you kissed me just like we always did before."

"I didn't! I didn't forget you, Y/n!" Natasha snapped, looking away and tucking the loosen strands of hair of her braids behind her ears. "I didn't forget you and I never did. Alright? Happy now?"

"Is that so?" you laughed humorlessly, crossing your arms. "I thought you cared more about your superheroes buddies. Where are they now!?"

"I left them." Natasha replied, looking at you again with a mixture of anger and pain. "I left them and came back, to you, Y/n."

You froze at her words, swallowing your saliva. "... okay?"

"I came back here, because I wanted to at least a chance to explain myself. I wouldn't be able to live knowing that I hurt you, and that you think that I did it on purpose. So please, just give me a chance."

"...go on."

Natasha sighed in relief, exhaling the air she was holding. "I'm sure you know my story. You were the first one to know everything about it, about me. And I'm also sure you know you're the first one to ever love me. No one else ever loved me like you did."

You leaned against the kitchen counter, listening carefully to her words, ready to give her time and patience, like you usually did.

"... I didn't know what I was doing, Y/n. Every other relationship I had, ended in less than a week. Love is a weapon and it's letal for me, for people like me. I was, I am startled by all of this, by this fuzzy warm feeling that you always gave me, that you still do, in my thoughts.. the Avengers were my first family, and when I panicked, I tried to hang on to them. In order not to hurt you, and myself." she didn't even realize the tear rolling down her cheek, and shook her head. "That's it. I'm sorry for everything, but Y/n, you will always have a piece— you'll always have my whole heart in your hands. I'll get off your hair n—"

You couldn't. Not anymore. You rushed towards her and grabbed her face, cutting her off with a deep kiss. She was taking aback, but her hands traveled to your waist, pulling you flush against her, your fronts pressing. Nothing changed. Natasha pushed you backwards against your room's door, her tongue entering your mouth and dancing with yours. You could feel yourself getting lost in her, damn it, once more. It was like she had this spell on you — you were trapped, and didn't complain.

"Y/n," the russian uttered, hands slipping inside your shirt and giving your waist a squeeze. "I've got to have you again, at least for one last time. Please, just this once—"

Tired of her rambling, you smirked and grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her into a kiss again and dragging her into the room, slamming the door shut. Natasha took this as a 'yes', and her hands, under you shirt, went to unclasp your bra, making it fall to the ground and a groan of relief escape your throat. Before she could remove the rest of the fabric of your body, you stopped her, pushing her down to the bed.

"I always wanted to do that," you started to slowly, so slow that it almost tortured her take off your clothes, stripteasing for her.

"Shit, Y/n." she quickly started to get rid off her jacket, snd everything else she was wearing. You were careful not to trip on the pile of clothes on the floor, and walked over to her again, straddling her leg on the edge of the bed.

Natasha's hand grabbed your hips roughly, keeping you in place and it didn't take two seconds before you started to grind on her. "Nat," you breathed, arms going to circle her neck.

"Who else touched you like this while I was away?" she growled in your ear, pressing your body against hers. "Answer me,"

"No one," you whined, giving her a subtle shake of your head. "No one, Natty. J-just myself,"

"My poor girl," Nat began to roam her hands up your sides, her lips pressing kisses on your jawline, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help,"

"You're here now..!" you gasped, your movements faster, as she began to move her thigh to stimulate you more.

"And I don't plan on going away," Natasha murmured, tilting your head to look at her in the eyes. Even in your high, you could make sense of her words, and the weight they beared.

"Nat!" you moaned, closing your eyes shut. "I need... please.. I—I need you, inside me."

Natasha almost lost her mind with that, grabbing your hips and pinning you down to the bed. She reached her arm out for the drawer that she hoped your strap still was, and luckily, she was right. "I'm gonna fuck you like never before, Y/n." she attached the silicone cock to her hips with urgency, holding your hips in place as she ran the tip of it across your folds, making you whine in need.

"Don't tease me," you gently gripped her arms on your hips and looked at her with dreamy eyes. She couldn't resist — but your walls were so tight she had to put a little effort to enter you.

"Holy fuck, baby." she moved her hand to brush your hair behind your ear, giving you a little time to get used to the length. "So fucking tight for me,"

"I—" you breathed, interrupted when Nat started to slowly move in and out you, her red hair falling into your face. You moaned, putting her hair up in a makeshift ponytail and with your free hand, holding her neck. "God, I missed you,"

Natasha pounded faster in you with those words, your moans only getting louder by the second. She grabbed one of your legs and placed it over her shoulder, allowing her to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You thumb went to your mouth, wetting it and starting to rub her clit — she couldn't say she expected that, her soft moans saying everything.

"Cum with me," you breathlessly requested, eyes fluttering close. Natasha didn't have to be asked twice. Her hips slammed into yours, the wet sounds of her thrusting echoing the room. "Natty!"

You back arched, head thrown backwards as your orgasm hit you. Natasha's legs shook, her weight falling onto you and your arms immediately wrapping around her, keeping her close.

"Don't make me go away,"

"I could never."

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thisaccountisagainstmywill · 23 days

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BG3 Characters Safest Driver Headcanons

I've been thinking about that poll from months ago way too much, so I've pulled this from my drafts. In this essay, I will explain why Boo is the best driver. Astarion: Terrible. Absolutely terrible driver. He is doing his makeup with the visor down, looking at the mirror more than the road. Suspend your disbelief, he's driving in this universe. He can use mirrors. ♥ You have to grab the steering wheel, regularly. Without warning, the man twists around to find his purse in the back seat because he wants a different eyeliner than what he grabbed. You are on aux duty. He hates everything you've picked. 2/10, he lawyered his way into that license Gale: You would think he would be safe, but then you remember that Gale didn't pay attention in boring classes. And how hard could driving really be?? The man knows how to drive perfectly textbook. He also thinks he knows how to do it better than everyone else. He does not adapt well to poor drivers. The roads are full of poor drivers. He is yeling "Zipper!" at the merging traffic. You spend five minutes in the parking lot so he can find just the right song for the trip.

6/10, you will probably not die Halsin: The man drives slow, I'm sorry. He's fuel efficient as you can get with the windows down. He pulls over and stops traffic for ducks crossing the road, no matter what the current road conditions are. He stops to show you the new tree the neighbor got. He is a Yellowstone Park tourist. He wants to show you the world, one traffic-stopping mid-road parking job at a time. There is no music, we are listening to nature today. 4/10, you will be rear-ended with him and not the way most people want Jaheira: I stand by what I said last time: Jaheira reminds me of so many older women I know. She drives like she wants someone to start shit with her. She's so conditioned by having 5 kids fighting in the backseat at all times that every time she's behind the wheel she's having Vietnam-level flashbacks. Her blood is pumping in her ears. There is no road, there is only the red of her vision. She won't start the road rage incident directly, but by god, she will end it. (You tried to ask about music, but the look she gave you when asked killed the question.) 5/10, you make it to your destination intact. But at what cost? Your pants are a different color at the end of the trip than they were at the beginning. Karlach: Karlach is talking with her hands while she drives. She's fiddling with the radio constantly. You've blown four red lights. Three of them were the same red light because she took a wrong turn. She will not use GPS, she's got the vibe of where she's going. She was trying to show you something on her phone at the same time. It cannot wait. It was so good you have to see it right now. The tunes are so loud she hasn't heard the sirens behind her. 4/10, the tunes almost make up for it Lae'zel: You are helping her check her mirror distance before you get in the car. You are buckled in before the car even starts. You are not allowed to touch the light in the car if it is dark out. She was taught that it's illegal to have on at night and she takes that shit seriously. You are on blindspot-watching duty at all times. You're not allowed to have music on the in car, it is a distraction. 7/10, we are efficient, but we are miserable Minsc: Minsc cannot drive. Minsc was meant to drive today, but Minsc got into the wrong seat. We are all relieved. Jaheira trained him wrong on purpose and will kill you if you correct him. 0/10, don't even try. He will survive the accident, you will not. Minthara: Minthara, light of my life. She is gremlin cackling and riding bumpers the whole time. People are pulling off constantly to get away from her. You are white-knuckling in the passenger seat and are too afraid to let go of the bitch-bar. You pray her airbags are up to date because your life has not stopped flashing before your eyes since you got onto the road. We are exclusively listening to The Flight of the Valkyries. 7/10, it is shockingly efficient when no one else is on the road anymore

Shadowheart: I have been in many a 'Shadowhearts' car. The car is more of a problem than she is. She drives the type of car that makes people go, "You live like this?" She drives a manual. She was not trained to drive a manual. Almost every single dash light is on, the ones that aren't had their bulbs die out years ago. We don't know how old that trash is, but it lives here now. She has one of those cassette players that has to hook into your phone to come out the speakers. Good luck finding the right adaptor in the mess. 4/10, girl get your shit together Wyll: Wyll is the best driver, hands down...when he is alone. Like all things in his life, his greatest flaw is being too polite. He turns his whole fucking head to look at you when you talk because that is the polite thing to do. The road is secondary to how important your conversation and companionship are to him. And you can't not talk him! He's asking you genuine questions about your day because he's interested. You get to listen to whatever you want and he's totally down for it even if it's not normally his thing. He'll find something he likes about it. Alone: 100/10, he somehow makes everyone better drivers by just being on the road With you: 5/10, Wyll, please, look at the road. ;_;

Boo: My eyes are closed. It's better this way. We made it there in record time. I don't know how it happened. I don't need to know how it happened. ?/10, it's best if you don't think about it

#bg3 #bg3 shitpost #shitpost headcanons #astarion #gale #bg3 gale #karlach #lae'zel #shadowheart #bg3 shadowheart #wyll #bg3 wyll #halsin #minthara #minsc #minsc and boo #boo #bg3 boo #jaheira

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yanderambling · 1 year

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thank you both so much!! i decided to mix these up a bit so have Adrian being jealous over reader bullying someone else (and then doing something about it...)! i hope you like~ also: i changed the gif for... reasons, sorry lol i swear this won't be a thing okay bye enjoy <3

pairing: Masochist Puppyboy!Yandere(m) x Bully!Reader(gn)

words: ~ 2.2k

you can read the original post here!

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, bullying, physical/verbal abuse, breaking/entering, violence, mild gore, suggestive shit too ygi

Adrian watches in stunned horror as you crowd another student against the wall of the school hallway.

You lean your face close to theirs, some sweet poison dripping from your tongue, and they laugh nervously. They keep pressing back against the wall, as if they want to get away from you.

What an idiot. Doesn’t this moron see that they're being blessed in this moment? Don't they know that others would kill to be in their position?

Adrian feels the wooden bento box lid crack under his fingers.

He'd struggled not to assume the worst when you hadn't been at your spot to pick it up today, but now he just feels like a fool for harboring hope.

How could this happen? How could you do this to him? How could this person be more important than his homemade lunch? Than him? Have you gotten bored of him already? What does this dimwit have to offer you that he doesn't?

He's standing in front of you before he realizes he'd moved.

It's even harder to watch up close- your sparkling, predatory eyes tracking every uncomfortable shift of your victim, your body closing them in, making them feel trapped.

Oh, how Adrian aches to be your prey again.

Luckily, it only takes few seconds of awkward hovering before you register his presence.

"Oh- ha, shit. Hey," You tap the other student's shoulder, despite their full attention already being on you, "you've met my mutt, right? Just a sec."

You turn to face him, one hand still on the wall just above the other student's shoulder. Adrian blessedly can't focus on it over the euphoric mantra of my mutt my mutt my mutt echoing in his head.

Your fingers brushing over his as you snatch the lunch away is just enough to break him out of it.

"Great, fuck off now." You turn back to the other student as you jam the box into your bag.

No.

No no no no no.

That can't be it. He can't just leave you here to be swept away by some bland bambi wannabe, resigning him to forever trailing behind, vying for the scraps of your cruelty. No, he can't have that. He can't live off of that.

Stricken by a new sense of panic, Adrian can do little more than remain uncertainly by your side, leveling an unnerving glare at the other student as he imagines every single way he'd like to take them out of the equation.

"I like this jacket." You remark with an infuriatingly flirtatious edge.

"Th-thanks." The student stutters, flinching when you pick an imaginary piece of lint off their arm. Adrian clenches his hands into fists. "Uh, it was a birthday gift, from- from my parents."

A knowing smirk curls your lips as you nod in faux interest (Adrian can tell). "Yeah? Looks expensive. I wonder what else your folks got you?"

The other student starts to look even more uncomfortable, shifting on their feet as their eyes dart around in search of an escape route.

Oh. So that's your plan, skim off their birthday haul? Of course.

Now that he thinks about it, Adrian recalls that this student is somewhat notorious for having wealthy parents- but, hell, Adrian's parents are definitely richer than theirs! Why didn't you just come to him? (Because you have no idea; he certainly doesn't dress like it, he walks to school, and it's not like you pay him too much mind outside of the lunches and entertainment he provides anyway.)

"I can give you money."

You slowly turn your head to face him, a dangerous edge to the movement that sends a thrill down Adrian's spine.

"Did you not hear me before? I said fuck off."

Adrian's gut clenches unpleasantly, torn between his instinct to obey you and his desire to stay the object of your attention.

The latter wins out pretty quickly.

"...no."

Your entire demeanor shifts.

A manic, incredulous sort of smile spreads across your face as the challenge fully registers. Adrian notices your unoccupied hand flexing beside you as you turn to face him fully. He doesn't think he's ever seen you look so wild, so feral. The force of your stare is enough to have him cowering, ears flattening as his tail tucks firmly between his legs (more to hide his tenting crotch than out of fear).

Your voice is menacingly level as you say,

"The fuck did I just hear?"

Adrian is pretty sure his heart has stopped beating.

He's completely frozen, his throat clicking as he struggles for something, anything to say, to get that intense glare off him but also please dear god don't look away-

"Uh- I, ah- I- I didn't- um-"

Brrrriinngg!

Adrian flinches as the bell rings, and he just barely sees the other student ducking under your arm and scurrying off to class.

"Fuck!"

You slam your fist into the concrete wall, causing Adrian to flinch again, though he stays rooted to his spot in front of you.

"See what you did? Stupid fucking mutt..."

You shove past him roughly, and the pain of his shoulder colliding with the wall is beautifully complemented by the residual warmth of your body against his.

He watches in shock as you stalk down the hall and disappear from sight.

He can't believe he did that. He can't believe he's still standing. He wonders what would've happened if the bell hadn't rung, if you two hadn't been on school grounds...

A shiver surges through his body at the thought, and he has to physically shake himself to return his mind to the issue at hand.

Crisis averted.

For now.

Throughout the day, you corner that student exactly five more times. Adrian manages to interfere with every single one.

It's at the end of the school day, after you've told him off rather disappointingly for getting involved again (and you don't even give him a good punch for his trouble), that Adrian decides he needs a more permanent solution.

It isn't hard to follow your new target home, god knows he's had plenty of practice, and their security's not much trouble either. It's remarkably robust for a home system, but Adrian is a lonely nerd with too much time on his hands and practical experience. Dismantling it takes less than an hour.

Once he's inside, it's just a matter of scribbling a threatening note in unidentifiable handwriting (stating, in no uncertain terms, that they shouldn't even think of going near you again if they know what's good for them), hiding in their closet to take polaroids of them asleep, removing a lock of their hair to attach to the note alongside the polaroids, and leaving it all on their desk for them to find in the morning.

He's got it down to a science at this point.

The rest of his night is spent outside your window, watching you sleep and wishing things would go back to normal.

When it's still only your friends at your usual spot the next morning, Adrian feels disappointment weigh him down for the rest of his walk.

But, when he gets to school, he sees you openly scanning the hallways. Alone, no new victim in sight.

It seems they're trying to listen, at least. Emboldened by the lack of competition, Adrian hurriedly brings you your lunch.

You still dismiss him almost immediately.

He's tempted to defy you again, if only for you to give him a second glance, but he really doesn't think he could handle the rush again this soon.

Instead, he watches from a distance as you continuously try to track your new target down, and they consistently evade you.

He has to commend their effort- going to classes without textbooks, hiding in every nook and cranny when you passed, they even ate their lunch in the bathroom- it's looking like they might just be able to comply.

Until school lets out, and you catch them sneaking around the back.

"Hey! You have not been easy to find. If I didn't know better, I'd say you're avoiding me."

Adrian stays hunkered in the shadows as the other student stiffens and slowly turns to face you.

"Leave me alone."

The demand is so quiet, it's mostly lost to the ambient hum of the town around you.

You pull a familiar smirk and sidle closer to them, confidence emanating from your every movement. "What was that?"

They suddenly stumble backwards, just barely saving themself from overbalancing as they shout,

"Leave me alone!"

Your eyes widen at the outburst, and Adrian notices you checking for new witnesses as you raise your hands defensively.

"Woah, woah, what's the-"

"Just- just leave me alone! I know who you are, okay? I-I know what kind of person you are, the- the things you do, and I don't- I don't want anything to do with you! Okay? Or- or your creepy fucking friend, either!"

"My wha-?"

"I don't- None of it! Listen- my-my mom's a lawyer, you know? She could have you arrested for-for harassment, or worse! So just- just leave me alone!"

They turn and flee before you can get another word out.

You're left standing stunned, your hands clenching into fists as you fully process this rejection, this humiliation, this complete and utter undermining of your power.

You can't just go after them, you're not willing to test that whole "lawyer mom" claim, but every second you spend idle stokes the fury smoldering within you.

You need to purge it. You need to take it out on something.

Adrian steps around the corner.

"You."

That one word is enough to make him melt into a puddle.

He's helpless to do anything but stare wide-eyed as you storm over to him. He doesn't even brace himself for the punch, falling to the ground with a sharp groan.

"What the fuck did you do? Huh? What'd you do you little fucking creep?"

You punctuate each question with a kick to his prone form, forcing him to release a litany of moans containing equal parts pain and ecstasy.

This, this is how it's supposed to be; your undivided attention on him, your complete focus on touching him, on making him feel. He's the only one you should want to treat like this, to devote your time, your energy, your passion to.

"Can't keep your fucking nose out of my business, can you?" Another kick. Adrian keens. "Is this what you wanted? Are you happy now, you stupid mutt?"

Yes yes yes.

Another kick, this one landing somewhere on his head. As he feels blood trickle into his eye, Adrian briefly wonders if he's died and gone to heaven.

A solid foot to his stomach tells him he's very much still alive, but with it comes a heady lightness spreading throughout his whole body. Another and he feels like he's floating on the high of your touch, your anger, like he could sink into it and be wrapped up in the warmth of your rage. Another and his vision starts to white out. He's known no greater pleasure in life than surrendering to your furious whims, nothing else has ever felt so right. He wants nothing more than to stay like this forever.

Then the kicking stops.

Adrian instinctively whines at the loss, a high whimper lingering in the back of his throat as his head shoots up to search for you.

You're already stomping away, still muttering quiet curses (though Adrian can't hear them over the blood rushing in his ears) and too far off to catch his pitiful mewling. He doesn't take his eyes off you until you round a corner, and even then his gaze helplessly lingers on the space you had occupied.

He stays laying there long after you leave, blissfully basking in the afterglow of your abuse (he doesn't think his shaking legs would support him for awhile anyway). It isn't until he hears a car start nearby that he forces himself, ever so slowly, to make his way home.

He sneaks in with little trouble, rushing to the bathroom to hide away and admire your handiwork.

Deep, angry bruises are already forming all over his skin, some home to lightly bleeding cuts. Adrian presses on each one as he finds them, committing them to memory as he bites his cheek to keep quiet (it's a losing battle).

Loathe as he is to disfigure your art, he knows you won't have the chance to create more if someone finds out (nobody else could possibly understand the bond you share, so intimate and complex as it is), so he begrudgingly cleans the wounds and patches himself up.

It's a familiar process, almost habit by now, and after the bandages and makeup and careful positioning of clothing, nobody would suspect he'd so much as tripped.

But he knows.

He reminds himself every other second while he's camped outside your house that night, methodically fidgeting with every injury as he works his way across his body. He unconsciously applies extra force against the bruises littering his thighs, unable to tear his gaze from your sleeping face.

He wants to do more (god does he want to), but he can't. He could never.

Not without you.

He'll simply have to settle for torturing himself in the meantime, refreshing your marks so they stay effective, just until you get another chance to do it yourself.

When he sees you at your spot the next day (now carrying a lot of extra cash on the off-chance you decide to empty his pockets), he doesn't even try to stop his tail from wagging.

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prettybean · 5 months

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KEEGAN (+18)

“We didn't get the dessert”

Car sex, degrading, dirty talk, rough Keegan!

* I had to do it

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Keegan is the best boyfriend ever: he never lets you miss out on anything and always satisfies you in every possible way. Every Saturday, he takes you to a different restaurant, and by now, you've tried them all. But each time, it's even more amazing than the last. He’s a gentleman.

He arrives to pick you up in his car. You still can't figure out how he managed to get his license, but you don't want to tell him he's a terrible driver. You just hope to make it through the entire trip alive.

He surprises you with a bouquet of fresh roses, opens the car door for you, and insists on paying for dinner. His gallantry makes you fall in love with him all over again. You've tried to at least split the bill a few times, but he's more stubborn than you and won't let you.

"Love, did you enjoy your meal?" he asked as he hopped into the car, exiting the parking lot and heading towards your home. "It was absolutely delicious," you replied, and he grinned at you, placing his hand on your leg and moving it back and forth.

"I'm sorry we didn't get the dessert," he said, suddenly changing course and taking a more secluded route with less lighting. You felt his hand move up your inner thigh, his fingers squeezing the soft skin. "Where are we going?" you asked. "To have my dessert," he replied with a chuckle, his hand making its way towards your panty-covered area, tracing circles on it.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Keegan says chuckling, while you moaned as you wrapped your legs around his hand, holding onto his wrist as you rubbed yourself against it. "If you make a mess, you'll have to clean it up with your tongue, got it?" he growled in a demanding tone.

He always got what he wanted, no matter the cost. When he was turned on, he became a different person. "Good girl, keep making those noises," he whispered as he slipped his fingers into your panties, teasing your dripping entrance. You gasped and covered your mouth to stifle your moans, while he kept his eyes on the road, moving his fingers in and out quickly.

“God, look at you. You're getting touched in the car like a whore. That’s fucking pathetic."

His words made your pussy clench on his fingers, noticing how the bulge in his pants is becoming more and more noticeable. “Keegan, stop here please.” “No bitch, I decide when we stop. You can stay still and quiet like the good pet you are."

You whimpered, grinding your pussy on his hand, getting the whole seat wet.

He switched off the car, readjusting the seat and lowering it. "Come over here," he commanded, gesturing towards his lap, lifting your trembling legs for you to sit on him. Your body pressed against his bulge, and you couldn't resist moving against it, letting out soft moans against his lips. Keegan gently kissed you, sensing your desperation for him and hearing every moan that escaped your lips.

"Do you want my cock?" he asked, pulling your lower lip between his teeth, and you nodded eagerly.

“Mine or someone else's?" Keegan asked, pulling down his pants slightly, stroking his cock with his hand, and resting it against your entrance. "Yours," you replied, settling on top of him, sliding his length between your folds.

“Can't you resist anymore? You're literally pushing your pussy against my cock, you're a greedy whore. Say it." He looks into your eyes, squeezing your hips, making you ride his dick. "I said, say it".

Moans leave your lips, feeling how his length fills you up nicely, pushing against your sweet spot.

“I-I'm.. your whore.” You tried to repeat his words, holding onto his shoulders.

Keegan thrust into you with force, making you moan loudly. "You were craving this, weren't you? You wanted me to fuck you from the moment you walked in the door." You nodded, tears of pleasure streaming down your face as he whispered in your ear. "You're such a good little slut, waiting for your reward. Do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me to fill your pussy?" You screamed in ecstasy, your body trembling with pleasure, riding him hard and moaning his name over and over again.

"Yes, just like that," he said, teasing you with his hand on your folds, enjoying the mess you’ve made, coming all over him.

You attempted to shift, but your body was overly sensitive, causing discomfort in your intimate area, too much overstimulated. Your legs trembled, and you struggled to catch your breath. Keegan took the lead, pressing himself against you, intensifying the sensation within you.

He smiled evilly at you, smacking your ass hard;

"Where do you think you're going? You will get fucked until I say so, got it? Now, take my cock and let me use you."

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crazyk-imagine · 4 months

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Mean

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Fem!reader

Characters: Fem!reader, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Emily Young, Jared Cameron, Embray Call, Tiny Tim (made up)

Warnings: Reader knows about the supernatural, implications of dead parent, ex's inspire people, Sam and Emily are adorable, am I making them my favorites bc of the way I write them lol, Paul and Reader are adorable, Paul is a little shit, so is Embry and Jared, no one can act normal around a sassy person

Word Count: 1,231

A/N: Was I listening to Mean by Taylor Swift? You can't prove anything

I've had this ready for a week, but shit kept happening at work man ughhhhhh

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It was meant to be, or so you thought.

You blink, staring at the ceiling not sure why your ex came to mind.

He was partial to the reason for your move the gloomy town (which you enjoyed more than the sunny state you were in) but not the entire reason.

If only your mom could see you now, working hard and still keeping true to who you are.

You push yourself out of bed, needing to get started on your day.

You finish up and jot down another line, knowing it's slowly turned into a "revenge" song.

You exit your place and hop in your truck, heading down to your favorite person's place.

"Emily, your other honey is home."

Sam lets out a dry laugh. "Funny as always."

"I know, it's one of the perks of being my friend."

"Are going to do..." You snatch a muffin from the tray. "Sam things?"

The couple glance at one another, curious if you know.

"Yeah, we won't be back till later-" He doesn't finish as the boys burst through the door. Almost all ignore you, not aware of your presence.

You mumble, "now I know why you're ready to feed an army."

The boys freeze, all conversations stopping. "Uh-"

"Who's the girl?" Jared asks, snaking a muffin.

You raise a brow, picking at the muffin, breaking it into bite size pieces. "What a question."

"Who's the sassy girl?" The same guy asks.

"How do you deal with idiots?"

Emily snickers, scanning over the pack for their expressions.

"Good thing Paul's not here or else he'd flip a lid," Embry mutters.

You push yourself off the stool and grab your bag. "Later, Em. Bye bye, Sammy."

You wave them off before glancing at the group. "Such an interesting... gang you have here."

You spin around, smirking to yourself, not wanting to let the cat (wolf) out of its bag. "I heard there's going to be a full moon tonight."

Or maybe you don't care if they know you know.

"Does she-"

The door slams shut.

You shake your head, smirking to yourself, proud of your teasing. You bump into a body, not entirely paying attention. "Sorry." You pass by the person and hop in your car, not realizing the electricity he felt in that simple touch.

You look up after putting your keys in the ignition, only to find a dark pair of eyes on yours.

The subtle feeling through your body alerts you.

"Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap." You have to force your gaze away from his. "Please don't be able to read lips. Oh, crap. They can hear." You start pulling out and make it back to your house.

Weeks go by and you screen another one of Emily's calls.

"I'll call her when this passes," you mutter, writing another line. You slam your pencil down, "who am I kidding? It's never going to stop."

You don't want to answer her and send another lie.

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'Sorry, not feeling good. Will text later.' 2:59pm Sent Read

A knock on your door surprises you.

You carefully make your way to the door, scanning through the peephole. Your back's flat against the door. "Why the hell is he here?"

"We need to talk."

"I don't think so."

"You know more than you let on."

"So?"

"We need to talk."

"Can I just call you?"

"No, Emily's been trying for days, and it hasn't worked. Let me in."

You scoff, "not with that attitude."

He growls under his breath, "fine. Please let me in?"

"No."

"You're testing my patience."

"Go test it out with someone else."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"You gotta be more specific bud."

"I don't like that name."

"Bud?"

"Stop it."

You smirk, "bud."

He knocks on your door with more force, trying to get one of your neighbors to come out so they can tell him to stop and make you let him in.

You snarl as the door swings open, "stop it you, idiot." You yank him in, earning a confident smirk from him.

"I don't like this look on you. You think you've won."

"Who says I haven't?"

"Me. I am the one who decides since this is my place."

"Living here alone? Really?"

You shrug, "parents died."

"Oh," he clears his throat, "sorry."

"It's fine. Not your fault."

"So, uh- what do you know?"

"I used to visit when I was a kid and heard the stories because of my cousin."

"You know?"

"That we happen to be united forever essentially, kind of hard not to, not gonna lie."

"Are you upset?"

You furrow your brows, "what do you mean?"

"Your imprints with the hothead. The one with "anger" issues. The list goes on." His brows furrow in annoyance, the pout on his lip making him look... cute.

"Who?"

He shocked you don't know who he is. "Lahote?"

"Paul?" You ask, not entirely sure if you got the right name or not.

"Oh, so you do know."

He sighs, "great."

"Barely, I just remember your guy's names from the elders at the meetings."

"How long has it been since you were in town?"

You shrug, "few years. I haven't been out of the house as much since my life went to crap," you offer a sarcastic smile.

"I feel like I've brought the mood down, do you- do you want to go out? I know this one place with uh- with decent music." He tells you the name and it takes all of you to not smile.

"Let's go, but we take my car."

He lets out a dramatic sigh, "fine."

You two arrive half an hour before you have to go on stage.

You make up an excuse and say you're going to be right back, needing to use the little girl's room.

"Next up, is one of our favorites," the mc, Tiny Tim (your favorite guy there) announces.

You walk across stage, confusing Paul but not Emily and Sam (who told him to take you there if he got far enough). They cheer you on while listening to your song.

All you are is mean And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

You make it back to your seat beside your wolf.

"Where'd you learn to do that?"

You shrug, not liking the attention on you.

"That was- that was amazing."

"It was nothing."

"No- no, that was really good." Emily sneaks up behind you. "And that's saying something, Paul doesn't like to use his words to express his emotions."

The man frowns. "We get it. We get it."

You roll your eyes, "stop it, you two."

You two make it back your place. "I should at least drop you off."

He shakes his head, "I'm not that far from you."

"I don't know if I believe that."

"Then believe ne when I say I can run and not get tired."

You narrow your eyes before turning your head to hide your chuckle. "Get out of here, you idiot."

You hear him close the door and stare into the woods, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

The only wolf standing between the path of trees sticks out and you know it's him.

You shake your head, going into your home. "Idiot."

You swear you hear him huff.

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vivian-pascal · 2 months

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When you call my name, I won't answer

stranger!joel x f!reader

summary: After a series of downfalls in your life, you meet a very mysterious man at a bar one night, you two seem to get along just fine.

warnings: piv (wrap it up) dirty talk joel, oral f!receiving, kissing, sexual tension, aftercare, fluff

authors note: hi folks! this is the 100 followers special, it's pretty short but i hope you enjoy it! i can't thank you all enough, this means a whole lot to me!

On a cool, winters eve, you were sat at a bar drinking your usual cocktail. This is how you spent most nights, drinking, sleeping, drinking, sleeping and repeat. You'd been off the hook for a couple of months now and couldn't register what else to do with your life.

Your family abandoned you, you got fired from the only job you had, your three months past rent and can't afford to pay it, so what else is there than to drink all your worries away?

You've gone to this bar for many weeks. Even getting acquainted with the workers. They've considered you as a usual person here and even made the drink you first ordered a special on the menu.

You ordered your usual drink and sat in the same spot you always do. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary but you did sense someone's eyes on you. When you looked to your right, you saw some older folks sitting down in a booth, they surely weren't looking at you. When you look to your left however, there is an older man sat on a bar stool just a couple down from yours.

He had broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair, soft gruff growing around his face. His big, veiny hand held onto what you assumed was a glass of whiskey. He looked back at you and you quickly turned your head as to not seem you were staring.

The older man turns to you, his eyes clouded in thought. "You remind me of someone." You turn your head and look his way. "Oh yeah, and who might that be?" You quirk an eyebrow as you take another sip of your drink.

He slowly takes a deep breath in and picks up his glass. "Oh you know, just someone in a past life." He smirks at you and nods to the bartender to refill his drink.

You decide to inspect him more. He has a rugged and weathered appearance, his face is lined with only a certain amount of wrinkles, each telling a story of their own. His hair speckled gray, you could see he was quite strong with the way his shoulders were, broad and firm. There was a sense of mystery with this man, like there's something he isn't sharing yet.

His hands are rough and calloused from years of hard work. His voice a deep and resonant with a gravelly quality that adds to his charm and charisma. He wore a faded flannel with jeans, you could tell he was a simple man, adorned to his own sense of fashion.

When he turned back to look at you, he could tell you were checking him out. "What's your name?" You bring your eyes up to his and told him. He smiles at the sweet sound and repeats your name off his tongue. "That's a lovely name darlin'." You smile shyly and pull a hair behind your ear and ask him his. "M'names Joel."

You nod your head and begin to look around. You notice that he moved his stool closer to yours and you begin to squeeze your thighs together.

You both talk for a while, about work, past lovers, how you got fired. You like taking with Joel. He has this easiness that would allow you to say whatever you wanted and he would just listen. He would respond perfectly and laugh at your sarcastic jokes. He was an easy going man, and you were feral for him.

Time had past and you could feel the tension growing. Sometimes he would put his hand on your thighs or get very close to your face, like he wanted to kiss you.

"My daughter Sarah is comin home soon." He brings his glass to his lips and takes a drink. "Oh that's nice! Where is she now?" He puts his glass down and twirls his finger along the rim. "She's in college down south, been studyin abroad, wantin to become something in the medical field." You bring your purse up from your side and set it on the counter in front of you. "That's great, you must be very proud of her Joel." His face pulls into a sweet smile as he thinks of his little girl.

You open your purse and pull out your wallet. His hand quickly joins yours and you look him in the eyes. "That's fine, i'll pay." He smiles as he reaches for his leather wallet in the back pocket of his jeans. "Oh no, really, it's fine, i can pay." You call the bartender over and as your about to pay you get interrupted.

Joel manages to grab the bartender's attention first and hands him his card. He tells his to pay for your tab too and adds an extra tip. "You really didn't have to do that you know." He sits back on his stool as he downs the rest of his drink. "No, I didn't, but i did." He smirks as you roll your eyes.

The bartender returns with Joel's card and he puts it back in his wallet. You both stand up and begin to walk to the exit.

"You gotta ride?" He looks down at you and you shake your head no. "I walked here." He pauses and looks ahead. "You walked here all by yourself?" His southern drawl picks up more and you shiver at his voice. You nod your head as you near the parking lot. "Well I could give ya a ride, I ain't gonna let you walk back home alone now, who knows what happens to pretty girls like you around this hour." Your heart flutters at the thought that he called you pretty.

He gets to his truck and opens the passenger side door. "Hop in." You smile as you slowly climb into the truck. He shuts your door and walks back around to his side. He jumps in and starts the engine.

"Thank you Joel, this means a lot." He smiles softly and brings his hand to your face. His thumb strokes your cheek and rests his palm there.

"It's okay sweetheart, no need to worry. M'just helpin a doll out." He gives you a sly look as you close your thighs together and blush. A few minutes into the drive, you could feel the tension growing. His hand was resting on your thigh and would occasionally rise up to your waist.

"Oh, I didn't tell you my address sorry, it's-" He cuts you off with a pat on your leg. "That's alright darlin, we're goin to my place, if that's okay with you." You stare at him for a bit before nodding.

Once you two pull into his driveway, he parks the car and exits his vehicle. He goes around to your side and opens the door. You give him a quick smile as he takes your hand and helps you out.

You both walk up to the door and he pulls out his keys. When he opens it, your instantly pushed up against the back of the door as it closes. His lips crash onto yours and you moan at the kiss.

"I've been waitin to do this all night baby." He begins to pick you up and carry you upstairs. He throws you down onto the bed and you giggle at the fall.

He crawls up your body and up to your face. "How bout we loose the clothing yeah?" You nod your head as you frantically begin ripping off your shirt. His eyes immediately go to your breasts. Your bra isn't the best fit and they could easily fall out.

He reaches behind you and unclasps it. He groans at the sight of your bare breasts. He removes his shirt and throws it to the ground along with your clothes. He begins to slowly move down your body and in between your legs. He teasingly opens the buttons of your jeans and carefully pulls down the zipper.

You lift your hips in attempts to help him get them off. He grabs onto the top of your pants and forcefully pulls them off of you. He makes eye contact with your soaked panties and moans at the sight, He brings his middle finger up to your wet center and presses in firmly against the fabric. You grab onto the sheets at the sudden attention and arch your back.

He stops his movements for just a second as he removes your underwear. He has to stop himself from coming right then and there at the sight before him. "God baby, she's dripping for me."You moan at his remark and grab onto his hair.

He positions your legs over his shoulders as he begins to get to work. "Joel." You whine at the contact of his tongue seething into your weeping hole. He begins to lap at your arousal and you pull onto his hair roughly.

He begins to flick his tongue on your clit and you moan aloud as he speeds up. He shakes his head side to side and you arch your back further. He brings his hands to your thighs and pushes you down to keep you steady. His tongue goes back to your hole and submerges inside. His nose occasionally bumps your clit and that sends you wailing.

Your orgasm comes up quick and you pull his hair even tighter as he digs his nails into your thighs. The movements of his mouth begin to increase when he feels your body shake. You moan and whine his name as it washes over you. He drinks up all your juices as you rest your head back against your pillow.

He crawls over you and kisses your lips. You can taste the tangy flavor of your orgasms as he invades your mouth with his tongue.

"Ya ready f'me baby?" He begins to grind his erections against your soaked center and you moan at the friction. "Please Joel. I need you." He growls into your neck as he removes his pants and boxers. He lines his cock with your pussy and begins to rub his tip against your clit.

You just know he's big. You can feel the size of him just from his thrusts. He lines his cock with your hole and begins to seethe himself inside of you. Your mouth falls open as he inserts himself all the way in. He stays still for a moment and you wonder if something is wrong. "Joel please move." You grab onto his hair and pull him down for a kiss. "I know baby girl, just hold on for a minute." He rests his forehead against yours as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"Joel please just-" He begins to thrust into your soaking pussy at an exhilarating pace. The tip of his cock just hits your cervix and it sends you screaming. He grunts as he hears your pretty little sounds you make for him.

"Oh god Joel." You arch your back and open your mouth in a silent plea of how much pleasure you are feeling in this moment. "I know baby I know, I hear ya, taking it so well f'me." He brings his lips to yours and instantly speeds up.

His hips are thrusting at a pace you can't seem to keep up with and he groans when he feels you squeeze around him. Your heart rate picks up when you feel another orgasm begin to brim. He brings his hand to the bottom of your stomach and pushes down. You loudly moan when you feel this new sensation.

"God, I can feel myself all up in your fucking stomach." He growls and bites your neck as your orgasm begins to break. "Joel, I'm coming." You barely manage to get the words out as your vision goes white. The amount of pleasure has you rolling your eyes back and arching off the bed. He speeds up as his orgasm nears.

"Oh fuck baby, so goddamn tight." He bites down onto your shoulder as he spills his cum inside you. You walls become surrounded with a warm, sticky mess. His hips come to a stutter as his orgasm subsides. He instantly falls on top of you and closes his eyes.

He rolls over and begins to get out of bed. He grabs his boxers and puts them on. He walks out of the room and goes into the bathroom, he returns to you with a warm wash cloth and some water.

He opens your thighs and you wince at the soreness. He puts the cloth up to your pussy and slowly begins to wipe it down. He sets the water onto the bed and throws the towel into his hamper. He crawls back into bed and you huddle up to him.

"How ya feeling?" He gently stokes the top of your head as you breath in his scent. ''Fucking fantastic. " He chuckles at your remark and kisses the top of your head. "Goodnight darlin." He holds you closer as you wrap your arms around his middle. "Night Joel."

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adoresia · 9 months

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Hiiii, i was wondering if you could make a Toxic Miles x f! Black reader where miles attends to mess around with other girls but y/n had enough and decided to leave him but miles won't let her and it turns out into a heated make-out session.

P.s. miles also manipulates the reader.

Thank you and i love your writng~

✦˚₊ STUCK WITH ME

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Type : request

Pairing : e42 miles x black!fem reader

Sierra’s note : Thank you sm for the request, i literally dedicated my whole day into writing this so i hope i didn’t disappoint 😩!

Warnings : Toxic miles, suggestive, make out session, swearing, use of dirty talk at the end?

Listen too’s : I listened to this song while writing so if you want you can listen to it while reading 😚

Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated !

It was another repeated boring day at school, yet your mind trailed somewhere else. After finishing your assignment for this class you had your head nuzzled in your arms on your desk, listening to the minutes tick by on your classroom clock.

However, your vision blurred as your mind focused on something else, on Miles. His behaviour lately had taken a turn for the worst. You weren’t sure what you did wrong, you made him happy? so you thought.

For the past two weeks, it was either Miles was spending his time with other girls or you were hallucinating.

The first time you caught him talking to someone you brushed it off, not wanting to seem like you were accusing him. But the first time led to the second, and then the third, fourth, fifth, and the list goes on.

You tried gaslighting yourself into thinking all these girls were just friends and they were just talking, however, Miles wasn’t the friendly type, especially with girls. More the flirty type.

You brushed it off, knowing it was just his personality, girls were attracted to him and there was no changing that. You just had to trust him, you thought.

But when you caught him touching another girl somewhere friends wouldn't touch in the school hallways, you realised that all these girls weren't friends. And you were just becoming another one of his ‘hoes’.

That afternoon you asked him about it, hoping it was just a ‘wrong place at the wrong time’ situation, and you could just put it behind you. That's when things started to turn on you.

“Soo, who’s that girl you been hanging around with?” you asked, sitting comfortably on his lap.

“What girl?” He questioned.

“That girl you were getting touchy with in the hallways earlier today.”

“Tch. She just a friend.” he shrugged, going back to playing his game.

“Friends don’t touch each other like that, Miles.”

“You don’t trust me?”

“Of course I do… it’s just-“

“Then stop accusing me of shit, you know I'm yours chica.”

You chose to go by his word, not wanting to irritate him even more by dragging it on. But no matter how hard you tried it still sat uncomfortably in the back of your mind.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the bell, indicating the end of first period. You sat yourself up with a sigh and picked up the books and pencil case on your desk before exiting the classroom.

Trying not to let what happened ruin your day, you made your way to your locker. Tiredly putting your books away and getting your laptop out for your next period before shutting it closed.

You decided to take a different route to your second period today, knowing the way that you’d usually take would be packed with unserious students resulting in you getting scolded by your teacher.

As you turned the corner to a more secluded corridor, you picked up sounds of giggling and laughing coming from the end of it. You made a mental note to not pay attention to it, thinking that it was just another school couple hiding out in the corridor.

However as you continued to walk down it you noticed that it wasn’t just another ‘couple’, it was Miles. Your Miles. With yet another girl he claimed to be a friend.

As your eyes scanned his body you noticed his hands resting on her hips, as she leaned into him. Closing the gap with each passing second.

You felt your heart drop to your feet, your mouth lay agape yet no words fell.

“Miles.” You whispered anything louder would’ve resulted in you bursting into tears. But he heard, they both did, as their heads turned towards you in unison they both stood up straight. His hands fell from her body and that gap between them widened at the sight of you.

“Fuck.”

“No Miles, fuck you.”

You murmured again, loud enough for it the echo through the corridor. Before holding your bottom lip between your teeth to prevent yourself from crying in front of them.

That was before hurriedly spinning around and practically sprinting back around the corner.

“You didn’t tell me you had a girlfriend?”

“Shut up, you knew damn well. Don’t act clueless.”

The rest of your day passed by slower than a turtle, your head laid in your arms in every class. Even during period 4, where you were forced to sit down in your usual seat next to Miles. He didn’t utter a word, not even asking if you were okay let alone a ‘sorry’. You wondered if your day could get worse than this.

On your way home you thought about how manipulated you felt, how used you felt. Not wanting to have to speak to him ever again. At that moment you decided that you were going to break up with him, to better yourself. You, especially, didn’t deserve to be treated like that.

That evening you lay helpless on the phone with your friend on FaceTime, you told her all about what Miles has been doing with girls around the school and what he did today.

The more spoke to her about it, the more you realised how much he manipulated you into thinking they were just ‘friends’.

“Bullshit.” Your friend yelled, cutting you off.

“Bitch I know! I can't believe I was so blind.”

“I can’t believe you not breaking up with his ass.”

“I am, when i figure out how. I dont wanna talk to him ever again.”

As soon as the last word left your mouth, you could hear metal clanking from outside your window, signalling that he was already on his way up to your room.

“Wait, I think I hear him coming up my fire escape.”

“Don’t end the call! I wanna hear this.”

You hid your phone under your sheets before standing up facing the window, your arms crossed over your chest and you changed your demeanour to a more serious one.

You watched intimidatingly as Miles crawled in through your window like nothing happened today.

“Wassup mami, what you up to?” He said nonchalantly while brushing the dust off his jacket before taking it off and hanging it up on your coat peg.You stayed staring at him with a cold demeanour on your face, your motive stayed the same.

“I asked you a question, did I not?” he asked placing both his hands in his pocket.

“She breaking up with your ass!!”

You heard the muffled scream coming from your phone that was shoved underneath your duvet. Your original plan to break up with him was disrupted, and now you didn't know what to do.

“Breaking up with me?”

“Yes? Actually? Miles I'm tired of being treated like another one of your side chicks, it's not fair. So yes, I am breaking up with you.” you struggled to say all at once as Miles inched closer and closer to your figure with every word you said.

“Break up with me?”

“Yes.”

You had no idea what he was about to do, it scared you. As his eyes glued to your frame, he dragged his eyes from your hair to your hips before making direct eye contact with you.

You felt your heart rate dangerously speed up as your eyes tried desperately to look anywhere but his eyes. It became impossible since he was now only a few inches away from your face.

All your efforts and attempts to fight against him dissipated when he forced your eyes into his.

“You're not breaking up with me.” He laughes, lips were so dangerously close to yours, you had to hold yourself back from breaking the distance between you.

“Well, i tried.” you head before the call from under your sheets disconnected, leaving you vulnerable. You felt his hands travel down to cup the underneath to your ass, as his breath mixed with yours. Still undeniably close to your face.

“This ass?” he gently pressed his hand around your ass earning a slight gasp from you.

“Mine.”

His hands then travelled up your hips to your waist, disappearing under your shirt. The skin-to-skin contact made goosebumps run across your whole body.

“This waist? Mine too.”

While keeping one hand still on your waist, he slid his other muscular arms out from the bottom of your shirt and brought it up to your face. Starting down at your I'm slightly parted lips, he swiped his thumb over the both of them. Before burning his eyes into yours.

“Shit, these lips?”

And before you knew it, the long-anticipated kiss was finally placed on your lips. You closed your eyes further savouring the taste of fruitful lips. The way they danced coordinately against your own, the way his tongue slipped into your mouth without warning. Just the way you liked it.

His lips detached from yours too soon, the taste of his still lingering in your mouth. Like a phantom kiss.

“I'm not going anywhere, chiquita.”

He whispered into your ear, before pressing his lips back against yours. His addictive taste dancing back around your taste buds and lips. As your heads bobbed against each other, Miles tapped the outer side of your thigh. Signalling for you to jump up.

And you obeyed.

It was like your body fell under his control, you had fallen for him all over again. Any thoughts you had of breaking up with him were soon replaced with nothingness.

As you jumped up to sit on his hips, your legs locked around his waist.

He carried you to your desk, still while deepening the kiss, slowly speeding up the pace of his tongue. Then sitting you down on your vanity after throwing everything off.

You felt insatiable, as your mind started to grow foggy. You slinged your arm over his shoulder with one arm, and then placed your other hand on his nape bringing him impossibly closer.

His hands were placed on either side if your waist, underneath your shirt. Almost taking it off completely. One of his hands rested firmly on your back to keep you steady.

He raised slightly, your lips craving the taste of his lips again. You slowly opened your eyes and locked them with his already locked eyes. His face stayed only inches away from your again, it was too soon for him to be done with you.

“Im… not breaking up with you Morales, but you have to promise not to mess around with any other girls.”

“Oh word? Imma prove to you that i can stay loyal.”

You smiled at his promise, praying desperately that he would be able to keep it. Because to be honest, you weren’t breaking up with him any time soon.

He slowly retreated from your face, and leaned into the side of your head. His mouth hovered over your ears.

“You wanna prove to me how good your clothes would look on the floor?”

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lady-ashfade · 1 year

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Hello I am involved with your fics I was wondering if you could do a reader who is has like ADHD or if your not comfortable with that maybe one who struggles to sit still and one time kaz is like telling everyone the plan and gets annoyed at reader because they won't sit still and the ending is up to you

I totally understand if your not comfortable is making this and don't feel rushed to

Hunny, I have ADHD and I have had since I was younger. So I’m so glad to or this, but everyone’s symptoms can differ from one another! So I hope I can make this to fit everyone else💕 Thank you for the request and being so kind.

Spaced out.

Kaz brekker x ADHD!Reader. HC’s and small fic.

Notes: This should be gender neutral but I imagine a female so if I messes up I apologize. Y/n’s parents in this don’t know how to deal with her.

Warnings: Hyperactive, kaz being a little rude, probably a poor choice of words on my part, kaz yelling, small self blaming. Hurt to comfort.

At first kaz hated how you never stopped talking. It was always about something so small and unimportant, it made him second guess his choice of hiring you. You lost focus so easily, sometimes he could tell you something and a second later you would do it and say “Oh, I don’t remember you telling me.”

Then there was how you never sat still, picking at your skin or bouncing off the walls. At first he thought you were crazy, or insane. It wasn’t until you opened up to him because you could see he didn’t understand you.

“I have to thank you kaz.” You hummed as you pointed at him, you slumped in a chair in his office. “And why is that?” He was curious but he didn’t give you his full attention, he didn’t even look at you. “I know I can be a struggle, especially for you but I appreciate you not firing me. I have this thing called, ADHD, were my brain goes a million miles a seconds a time. It can be hard for me to focus, stay still and just…act normal sometimes.” You explained and that caught his attention.

He looked to the side at the side to seeyour face and everything came together. Though he wasn’t familiar with it, he had heard of it. Deep down he felt foolish for hating you for it. You couldn’t control it, and he was the last person to ever judge someone who couldn’t control something. “Not everyone can deal with it hell, my parents couldn’t. So thank you for dealing with it- With me.” You smiled at him so sweetly. That was the first time he really saw you…Like, really saw you.

“You are a skill set this teams needs, don’t thank me for it. I would have fired you a while ago if you weren’t good at what you do.” He turned away. You could see he wasn’t trying to be nice, but you saw through him. This was him excepting you, and telling you he cares in his own little way.

Kaz after that would research on the subject, to learn everything he could. He need to know if this could mess his plans up. But that’s what he told himself. After a while we would pick up on your tells, or how to fix them if need be.

After a while he grew to like your little acts. He likes to hear you ramble while he did his work, though he sometimes didn’t pay attention- But he liked the sound. Then there was when you would just randomly see something and get distracted by the smallest thing. Kaz noticed you liked to play with your buttons, or just random things you can find.

So kaz would get you little puzzles to solve to keep you still. Or things to squeeze and play with at all times. If you space out that’s when he would just stare and wonder what your brain is thinkinh of. Kaz found himself comforted by you. It was strange but he couldn’t explain it, but he likes to see you be yourself.

Inside himself the fire started to burn when he looked at you. How your movement would always have him looking at you. The more time went on he was falling for you. So expect to have fidget toys a over the club, and kaz carries one of them at all times.

But sometimes kaz couldn’t help but get annoyed when you weren’t able to focus on the plan.

Spaced out you forgot about everything around you, and it wasn’t on purpose but your brain just fogged over. You couldn’t move your eyes as your hands played with themselves, what you were thinking of? No clue. It was just you and yourself.

Kaz could see it in your eyes, how you stared off into space and didn’t even look to where he was pointing on the map. “Y/n!” He called your name and slammed his hands onto the table making everyone jump. You turned your head with a dazzed look. You hummed in question and blinked yourself out of it.

He huffed in anger and stood back, “Can you point to where you’re stationed?” He asked and your brain went blank. It made your stomach fill up with guilt and looked at the map for some idea, trying to remember. Everyone was looking at you. Biting your lip you scooted closer and thought for a minute before pointing to the east wing of a the house.

Kaz tighter his jaw and everyone prepared themselves for what ever he was going to do next. A shouting voice ringed in their ears, “Everyone out!” You knew he meant all the others. On their way out everyone sent a apologetic look before leaving, knowing you were about to get a ear full.

You looked down and rubbed your arms. It was so easy to just listen! Why couldn’t your brain just pay attention and leave you alone. This was important, you knew it and yet you spaced out? Why couldn’t you just pay attention. You kicked yourself.

“You’re to go to the west wing, take out the guard on the balcony and make sure to wait for Jesper to get there. When he is there you give Inej the signal.” He stopped and looked at you annoyed. “Do you remember, or shall I go over what we have been planning for weeks?”

Shaking your head, “No, I remember I promise.” It was a split second before he slammed his hands back on the table and leaned forward with a scowl. “Then why don’t you remember where you’re supposed to be? Tell me y/n is what ever you’re thinking of more important then this?”

“No! Kaz, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to space out, it just happens.” Kaz chuckled deeply. “It’s been happening a lot. If you can’t make it through this then tell me, before we fail and our blood end ups on your hands.” It hurt how he spoke to you. Like he didn’t trust you, like he hate you…

Like he blamed you for it.

Before you could control it, tears formed in your eyes and spilled, a cry coming out softly as you stop yourself. Kaz froze at the sight , it was uncommon to see you like that. He immediately felt guilty and hated he how shouted at you. “Look, I don’t-” he struggled to speak as the weight in his chest got heavy. He wasn’t good at comforting people.

Kaz sighed and gripped his cane and began to walk around the table, slowly and limping. You had tried to calm yourself down because you knew he didn’t like emotions like this. Then the feeling of leather warmth patted your shoulders, his hand pressing so light. Looking up you saw his face with a small, uncomfortable smile.

(Sorrows, sorrows, prayers)

It made you feel better that we was trying to apologize with touch, something he hated doing. You moved and he pulled back his hand to let you reach on the table, grabbing a pen you put it to your skin and wrote on yourself. He watched you carefully trying to see what you wrote.

“Here.” You smiled at him and lifted your wrists to show him. The words “West wing.” and it was almost a proud aura you had around you. “That’s better.” He proclaimed.

After that you always wrote on yourself for small things that you had to remember, or sometimes he would write it for you because he didn’t trust your brain. But he understood you, even if he gets annoyed sometimes he doesn’t blame or hate you. He just works around it. After all…He loves you.

He loves everything about you.

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waffliesinyoface · 2 months

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Akatsuki Ranked: which is the worst to just have randomly show up on your doorstep

As in, you may or may not be someone they are looking for, but this is worse than running into them in public because they are at your house and paying attention to you.

Itachi: He is. Well. He claims to be a pacifist, he's just bad at it. If he's there to kill you it will be quick and painless. If he is there to kidnap you you'll just get genjutsu'd. If he's there because he like. Needs to borrow your phone, or a cup of milk or something, he will be polite-ish. You could do worse. It will probably be uncomfortable because he is a tremendously awkward individual, but not that bad. He might even make you forget he was even there. How nice and definitely not slightly horrifying.

Kisame: as a large blue shark man with a giant sword he is very upsetting to come across unexpectedly. You... really don't want him to be there for you, specifically. His gameplan for preventing naruto escaping was "what if we cut off his legs". He's probably fine if he just needs a favor and you happened to be the closest person!

Konan: if Konan has personally come to your door it is because she is here to collect you, and disagreeing is really not an option. She's too important to need a favor from a random civilian so she MUST be here for you. If she was here to kill you she wouldn't have knocked. Presumably, the fact that she came herself and didn't delegate is because she wanted you alive. Come quietly and you might not die horribly. Hopefully.

Deidara: the best version of deidara to have show up on your doorstep is one that is missing both arms and dripping blood all over the carpet. It is perhaps the one version of Deidara who won't cause you to die in an explosion, and he needs you alive to dial the phone for him. The bad news is that he might call someone ELSE to come pick him up, and then just flop down on your couch, getting blood on that, too. And then you have to deal with whoever he called.

Pein: You open the door. There is an terrifying corpse with bright purple eyes staring at you unblinkingly. You hear a sound behind you of the back door, or perhaps several windows breaking. If you could manage to turn around you would see several other very similar corpses. This is all horribly dramatic, you think. No matter what he's there for, it is not going to be good.

Sasori: Him showing up with the goal of capturing or killing you is, uh, bad. Very painful death, and you'll probably be turned into a puppet. Or spare parts. If he's just there for a favor from a random civilian, he might just hit you with a paralyzing poison and take whatever he needs without asking. You know. If he's feeling nice. There is a non zero chance he might just puppetize you anyways, if you look interesting enough. There's a small chance he might hit you with a sleeper agent seal and that is one of the better outcomes.

Obito: He's not going to kill you. But he will do his level best to make you have a mental breakdown. He will raid your fridge. He will "accidentally" break things. He might "accidentally" set himself on fire and then flail around and break more things. If he is kidnapping you he will not drop the act the entire time, and it will be awful, because despite the fact that he acts like an immature idiot child, he is terrifyingly skilled, and there is no way of escaping, even though it really seems like there should be.

Kakuzu: he's not going to knock, he is simply going to break the door. One of the most likely to show up specifically to kill you, because someone else paid him to do it. If he isn't, he will still just blatantly take things that he wants/look valuable and you will be helpless to stop him, because he is a man composed of solid muscle and slightly less solid tentacles.

Hidan: Repent, sinner, for you shall know the name of the god of suffering. (You will die. Badly.)

Zetsu: He doesn't really have any needs, and he doesn't get sent on regular missions, so if he's there... yeah, he'll just show up through the floor and eat you. Why are you like this, Zetsu.

#naruto #akatsuki #akatsuki ranked

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bvidzsoo · 6 months

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Lust we both share

◆Vampire!Seonghwa◆

TW: cursing, blood, suggestive

◆Read this before reading this one or else it won't make much sense, trust me◆

Word count: 6,1k

A/N: I have no idea what to call this lol, a drabble? I really don't know, but I swear to God ever since I've written that request for Halloween (@seonghwasbobaeyes repectfully this is your fault haha, so uhm, I hope you enjoy the short part 2?) this Seonghwa has been plaguing my mind and yesterday I decided, why not, I'll write some more and see what happens lol. I might write one more part like this one, short since I don't want to turn it into a full story. Lol, I hope y'all enjoy it! Feedback is appreciated!

1. Moroi-are born vampires, imbued with the magic to have power over the elements;

2. Dhampir-are half-human, half-vampires who are born to protect the Moroi. Don't have elemental magic, but have enhanced strength and senses making them the strongest protection against the Strigoi;

3. Strigoi- are the type of vampires that one would expect from an old horror classic

Everything went back to normal after we returned from the one-week long test. Seonghwa continued being his usual self, arrogant, and awfully annoying. And I continued ignoring him as best as I could and making fun of his existence behind his back. Seeing him everywhere I went suddenly became even more infuriating compared to before the whole test, and I couldn’t decide whether I was paying more attention to Seonghwa now or if he was everywhere on purpose. His words held an unsaid promise, ‘One or two won’t, indeed’, and I couldn’t help but feel on edge almost all the time. For some unexplainable reason, I expected him to show up in the middle of the night and suck my blood dry, leaving me dead in my own bed, only to be found in the morning when Seonghwa has already had time to flee and cover his tracks. It didn’t help that I started having nightmares too with him showing up when I least expected it, when my guard was down, his eyes crimson red and face smeared with blood, face oddly pale. It looked like Seonghwa, yet at the same time it didn’t. He didn’t look like his usual self in the nightmares, and sometimes it made me ponder that, perhaps, I wasn’t seeing the Seonghwa I knew. The moroi Seonghwa, but a strigoi turned Seonghwa. That thought didn’t sit well with me and it also scared me. When did I start caring about his safety? Was that one week spent with him long enough to mess with the chemistry of my brain? Or was this the doing of his vampire venom? Was I already addicted? Was my body craving for more? I couldn’t decide, nor quite understand my own thoughts and wants, and that scared me. It’s not like I could go and talk to Kazuha about it, a moroi drinking from a dhampir was strictly forbidden, and no matter how tight and close our friendship with Kazuha was, I knew she’d snitch on me to the Principal the second she was out of my sight. I knew she loved me, but she followed the rules quite strictly and anything which went against them and she caught whiff of it would be reported immediately. And besides, I just simply couldn’t talk about it. A dhampir offering up their blood willingly was…something like prostitution. I would be called a blood-whore. Everyone would look down on me and cast me out. I wasn’t afraid of being on my own, but I couldn’t allow such thing happening in my last year at the Academy, right before graduation on top of it all. Three more months and I would be free. Three more months and I wouldn’t have to see Seonghwa’s face ever again. Or that’s what I thought.

As I walked down the fancy corridor, headed towards the Principal’s office, all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind. Perhaps he found out I was the one who pulled that prank yesterday in hand-to-hand combat class. Or perhaps Jennie finally told on me to the Principal that I always pick on her. Or perhaps someone spread another obnoxious rumor about me. Or perhaps…everything was fucked because the Principal somehow found out what Seonghwa and I had done while we were away. Did Seonghwa have it in him to tell anyone about it? I knew he liked to boast about anything he could, but this…this thing was serious. It would ruin my life, but it could taint his own reputation too. He wouldn’t say anything about it, right?

I sighed and stopped abruptly in front of the Principal’s office; door wide open. Great, I couldn’t even collect my thoughts before I stepped inside. He was a moroi, so he has already heard me approaching, he swiftly glanced up and beckoned me inside. I tried to remain calm, aware that he could hear my heartbeat and would instantly pick up on it. I didn’t want to give myself away if perhaps I wasn’t called here for facing the repercussions of my actions.

“Good evening, Miss Lee.” The Principal said with a smile and I nodded, sitting down across from him. His desk was huge and made of oak, it looked extremely expensive, but when the Academy had good funds, I guess he could afford it, “How have you been? Haven’t had to call you to the office in quite a while.”

I chuckled, rubbing my hands together to distract myself, suddenly my heartbeat picking up. Don’t panic, he seems to be in a good mood, “I have been behaving, Mr. Yoon. I’m doing quite fine lately, stressed about the graduation.”

The Principal hummed, rubbing his chin as if he was confused, “Good thing you brought that up. It’s why I called you here to talk.”

Fuck, what about it? I cleared my throat and my body suddenly tensed, but I leaned back in the chair, trying to look nonchalant about it.

“You know Park Seonghwa—it would be hard no to—” The Principal’s eyebrows suddenly rose as my heart somersaulted, and I cursed myself for reacting so quickly. I cleared my throat and looked away embarrassed, avoiding eye contact as the man grinned at me. Why was he bringing Seonghwa up? Did he know? Did he somehow find out? Did Seonghwa tell him?, “I see hearing his voice alone makes you quite—angry.”

For someone who could hear my heartbeat and pick up on body language, the Principal misread my reaction quite badly. It made me chuckle as I tried acting like I was angry, since that’s what the Principal thought I was feeling like, “Yes, well, everyone knows how I feel about Seonghwa.”

“Indeed,” The Principal chuckled and quickly became serious soon after, “well, you might have to work on your differences with Mr. Park, because he requested for you to be his guardian after graduation—”

“What?!” I nothing but shouted as I sprung up to my feet, feeling angry for real now, mouth hanging open, “He did what?!”

The Principal only looked amused as he stared at me, waiting for me to sit down, but I couldn’t. My blood was boiling and my muscles were tense, I couldn’t sit still. So, I walked behind the chair and started pacing up and down, chewing on my lower lip as the Principal chuckled again, way too amused by my dismay.

“I see you left a deep impression on him during that one week of testing, Miss Lee, it’s impressive.” The Principal started, face coated in surprise, “He came in very determined and confident today, formular about his request in his hands and already completed. He even kept a long speech about how serious you were about your duties and how safe he felt with you, never having to look over his shoulder or fear for his life. Everyone knows you’re an exceptional student at the Academy, Miss Lee, even if a little bit mischievous, but Mr. Park’s words were a rather pleasant surprise. I’m very pleased to see you evolve into a mature and responsible dhampir, and I can’t wait to forward the request to the Queen—”

“No!” I exclaimed, looking at the Principal wide-eyed, “What—what if I refuse his request?”

“You know you can’t do that.” The Principal reminded me of the protocol, I knew that, but I really didn’t want to become Seonghwa’s guardian. Spending one week with him was one thing, but spending who knows how many years with him would be pure torture, “At least not until you have guarded him for five years. After that you’re free to decide whether you want to continue guarding him or change to someone else.”

“Can’t I decide right now that I don’t want to guard him for the next five years, Mr. Yoon?” I asked defeated, closing my eyes and running my hands through my hair. This was really bad. It didn’t help that my hair was all knotted up from the wind and I pulled on the tangled strands painfully with my fingers, adding only fuel to my anger. I really couldn’t deal with anything right now.

“I’m afraid not, Miss Lee,” The Principal chuckled as if I had said the joke of the year, “Thank you for coming tonight, though, a special request like this hasn’t been done in decades at our Academy. The Queen will certainly be proud of you, there’s few female dhampirs and to have you so talented and dedicated is indeed something to be proud of.”

I couldn’t care less about the Queen and what she thought about me, this was horrible. Suddenly, I didn’t want to graduate anymore, “Am I dismissed?”

“Of course, go enjoy your night, Miss Lee—” I turned and basically sprinted towards the door, but the Principal called out, “Not too much, though, I know about the party!”

That was least of my problems right now as I stormed down the hallways, headed for my shared dorm with Kazuha. Perhaps getting called to the Principal’s office for misbehaving suddenly sounded so much better than for what I got called in just right now. I couldn’t believe Seonghwa followed through with his words just because I let him taste my sweet blood. God, I am such an idiot, if I never allowed him to drink from me this would’ve never happened. I did this to myself, and I couldn’t help but feel desperation crawl all over my body and rage fill my veins as I saw red, Seonghwa’s name like a chant echoing through my mind, wishing for nothing more than to put a dagger through his heart.

Kazuha wasn’t in our room when I had returned, which made my state worsen as I threw everything off my desk, screaming and punching my least favorite pillow for five minutes straight. I wasn’t always good at managing my anger, that’s why I was so good at training classes. I channeled all the pent-up rage and frustration into fighting, beating everyone, even the largest and strongest dhampirs at our Academy. Despite wanting to scream for longer, our next-door neighbor banged on the shared wall and shouted for me to shut up and go for a walk, making me scream back a fuck you, before I stormed inside the bathroom and took a cold shower, wallowing in nothing but despair as I refused to cry. I wouldn’t cry about something like this, all I had to do was find a way to sabotage myself of being Seonghwa’s guardian, but not the point that I wouldn’t be able to guard anyone else. Perhaps if I incriminate him with something forbidden I could get rid of him, but these thoughts were currently pushed to the back of my mind as Kazuha and I were huddled together in a quieter corner of the room, with me retelling everything the Principal has said. She was tipsy, but she paid close attention, her eyes wide and mouth open as she ignored a guy who tried pulling her towards the drinks table. I cast him a glare before he hurried off, sending me nasty looks that I didn’t bother to care about.

“Are you serious about Seonghwa wanting you to be his guardian?” Kazuha repeated for the third time, and frankly, I was getting fed up.

“Yes! If you ask once more, I swear to God, I will punch you.” I threatened and Kazuha laughed.

“I’m just too shocked to accept reality—and perhaps tipsy too, but—this sounds like a nightmare for you, Y/N, I’m really sorry.” She said with a pout and patted my arm, feeling sympathetic for me. I scoffed and crossed my arms, my grip around the red cup tightening.

“Sounds like a nightmare for me? Doesn’t it for everyone?!” I exclaimed, but it went unnoticed as the music was blasting through the speakers loudly and everyone around us was busy with whatever they were doing.

“I hate to break it to you, sweetie, but the other dhampirs at our Academy would kill to get to be Seonghwa’s guardian. He’s filthy rich and will most likely inherit his father’s business, meaning you won’t ever have to overwork yourself as he will sit in a fucking office chair, doing nothing all day long. And on top of that, his family doesn’t live in a moroi community, so you won’t have to worry about seeing a strigoi too often, Y/N, you quite literally hit the jackpot with him.” Kazuha’s voice sounded slightly tinged with jealousy, but I knew it was the alcohol making her feel like that, “Imagine if you got paired up with San, who likes hiking, and lives in a remote area somewhere in the mountains! Y/N, that’s literally where nests of strigois live, I’d rather die than spend the next five years with San—or Wooyoung, for that matter! Jesus, that guy never shuts up—”

“Speaking of the devil!” I groaned as Wooyoung bounced over, two red cups in his hands.

“Here you two were!” Kazuha and I turned to look at Wooyoung quite unimpressed, his mouth pulled into a lazy smile, quite obvious that he was drunk off his ass.

“Wooyoung, I told you to leave me alone—” Kazuha started, but Wooyoung pressed one cup against her lips, making her cringe away from the strong smell of whatever alcohol he had mixed in there.

“Baby, did you forget about our bet?” Suddenly, Wooyoung’s lips pulled up into a smirk and a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes. I looked at Kazuha with a questioning glance, having not heard of this up until now. Kazuha looked uncomfortable for a second as she glanced back at me and then sighed.

“Fine, lead the way.” She muttered, but thanks to Wooyoung’s heightened senses, he heard her and chuckled, turning around to lead the way to wherever they were headed. I raised my eyebrows at Kazuha as she glanced back at me with a pout, but she only shook her head, meaning that she’d explain later. I watched as my best friend walked off with the moroi she had to protect during the week of testing, her shoulders pulled back and strut straight, signs of her tipsiness all gone. I shook my head and downed the rest of my drink, needing a refill immediately. I had to stop thinking about Seonghwa and the request.

After some dancing and chit chatting with other dhampirs from my classes, somehow, I found myself involved into a truth or dare game. Ten of us sat in a circle and spun the bottle, daring each other stupid and outrageous things, hollering with laughter whenever someone said or did something stupid. I was positively drunk by now, but I was aware of what was happening around me and to me. It’s why I decided to be the boring one for the first time while playing this game, and opted to only take truths. My hyper senses were dim due to the alcohol, and it was hard to keep up with everyone around me, not as alert as I usually would be. It’s why I didn’t notice Seonghwa sneaking up behind me as I had stood up, ass numb from sitting for so long, stretching out my legs. The question I had to answer was, “Have you ever done something forbidden, and if yes, what was it?”

“Forbidden as in—school level forbidden or—by law forbidden?” I asked with a smirk and the guy who asked me previously shouted out that ‘law forbidden’. I hummed and shrugged, pretending to think about it for a moment.

“Nope, I might do stupid shit but I’m not that dumb—” The chuckle got caught in my throat as an arm sneaked around my middle and a chest was pressed against my back. I didn’t have time to freeze or to even throw the other person over my shoulder before a hot breath hit my neck, cold lips pressing lightly against my ear.

“Are you sure about that, love?” My body went rigid, breath catching in my throat. After Seonghwa drank my blood we haven’t spoken as I did everything I could to avoid him, and he seemed fine with that, not particularly fond of spending his time with me.

“Get off.” I snapped and wrestled myself out of his iron grip, heart beating franticly and throat dry all of a sudden. Silence settled upon the group I was playing with as they watched us curiously, expecting a fight as it often happened when Seonghwa and I talked to each other. He seemed so smug as he stared me down, pink hair slicked back, and white shirt unbuttoned until the middle of his chest, showing off his milky and flawless skin. I scowled at him, fighting the urge of punching the smirk off his face.

“Playing without me?” He suddenly addressed the group, looking at them boredly. I rolled my eyes and collected my cardigan from where I had been sitting, wearing it as I had no intention of continuing playing the game with Seonghwa here. With the alcohol in my system nobody could stop me from beating his ass up.

“Wanna join?” Someone very drunk called out from the group and Seonghwa shrugged one shoulder, not looking too interested as his eyes fell back on me.

“Leaving so soon?” He asked, taking in my attire as his eyes ran up and down my body. Despite being fully covered and dressed, I was wearing black jeans, a black crop top and now the velvety cardigan, I felt exposed under his gaze. I could’ve sworn his eyes flashed crimson for a second, but perhaps it was a trick of the party lights around us.

“I’m not in the mood to see your face tonight, Seonghwa—”

“Pity,” He hummed, fake pouting, “I really wanted to run over some clauses our contract will contain once we both graduate—”

“Fuck you, Seonghwa,” My blood was boiling again, and thanks to the alcohol, I found myself all up in his face, glaring up at him furiously, “I will do anything I can to stop it from happening.”

Seonghwa’s eyes slightly narrowed, his icy long fingers suddenly wrapped around my wrist. Why was he so cold? And why did the corner of his lips look slightly red? Like something was smudged. Did he—just come back from feeding? The sudden tinge of my cheeks made me curse myself, and I hated how my heart picked up just from the thought of it. I felt dirty.

“That’s a pity, Y/N, my mother already spoke to the Queen about it, and she was delighted to hear such amazing news.” My jaw clenched and I yanked my wrist out of his grip, storming past him as our shoulders crashed together, leaving me fuming.

I did everything I could to avoid Seonghwa at the party, and so, that led me to dancing almost the whole time. I was feeling the music and the vibes as I moved to the beat of the music, even found some random dhampir to make out with. As long as we didn’t do anything stupid, it was fine. A dhampir shouldn’t mingle with a dhampir, but we were only enjoying ourselves, it wasn’t anything serious. But I started feeling tired after a while and decided to take a breather. I sauntered over to the bathroom to freshen up a little bit, only to talk to myself in the mirror when I saw my reflection. Drunk me was rather funny as I scolded myself for drinking too much, suddenly remembering that I hadn’t seen Kazuha since she walked off with Wooyoung. Did they even come back? Finding her became my next mission, and so I was walking around the place, looking for my best friend. My head was spinning and if I wanted to see the people’s faces clearly I had to lean in very close, getting weird looks and glares as I did so. Turns out finding Kazuha was harder than I thought. Then, I realized that I should probably peek inside some rooms around the place where the party was held, we were on the side of the campus which wasn’t used anymore. But my plan might’ve not been the smartest idea as I saw some unwanted things, but still no sight of Kazuha. There was one more room I had to check before I would head back to the party, and when I pushed the door open, I realized it must’ve once been a study room as it held three desks and chairs, the room coated in darkness. There was nobody inside. But before I could walk away, I was pushed forward and I stumbled inside the room, almost losing my footing as I gripped onto the chair, startled. I gasped and turned around sharply, having to squeeze my eyes shut for a few seconds from how badly my head started thumping. The person inside didn’t turn on the lights, and as I opened my eyes, I took in the man standing in front of me. I could see well in the dark, and I could recognize that silhouette anywhere. I groaned as I went to push Seonghwa out of the way and walk out the small room, but his arm shoot out, making me run into it. I threw him a glare, but he just looked down at me with an unreadable expression on his face.

“What are you doing?” I snapped, jaw clenching as Seonghwa leaned to the left, where his hand was, and narrowed his eyes at me.

“I saw you wandering around mindlessly—”

“I wasn’t wandering around mindlessly,” I scoffed, “I’m looking for Kazuha.”

“She’s busy with Wooyoung, no need to look for her.” Seonghwa said nonchalantly and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Do you know what’s happening?” I asked accusingly and he shrugged, removing his hand from the wall and blocking my path with his body now.

“They are probably fucking, love, that’s what’s happening.” My face pulled up into disgust. I desperately hoped the bet didn’t have to do anything with that outcome.

“Great, you can fuck off then.” I muttered with a fake smile, but when I tried sidestepping Seonghwa, he blocked my path again.

“Not so fast, Y/N, we have some catching up to do.” Seonghwa said with a smirk, stepping closer, making me step back. My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at him, feeling unsure all of a sudden. What did he want? Why was he here?

“No, we don’t.” My voice was firm, but Seonghwa just chuckled as he reached out for me, holding me by the waist as he pulled me into his body. The breath caught in my throat as his body heat warmed me up, his sweet scent intoxicating. His eyes were rimmed with eyeliner and I gulped as they flashed crimson, red swirling in his irises. Could he…want something from me? At that thought my heartbeat picked up and Seonghwa inhaled deeply, closing his eyes momentarily, flustering me. His plush lips parted, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were a deep red, almost glowing in the darkness. I didn’t feel scared, even though I should’ve as his features turned hungry, menacing even.

“You smell so fucking sweet it makes me lose my mind.” He let out a long breath, leaning down and nuzzling his nose against my neck. I grew stiff, mouth parting as my breathing picked up, memories of that night returning. Seonghwa said nothing else as his hot breath fanned my neck, covering my skin in goosebumps as I gripped his bicep with my right hand.

“I don’t—you can’t—” I didn’t know what I wanted to say, I didn’t know what to do. My body felt hot and electrified by Seonghwa’s proximity, yearning for something more. But we couldn’t let that happen again. It was a mistake the first time too. Seonghwa hummed in understanding, perhaps thoughts straying in the same direction as mine, and instead, I felt his warm lips press feather like kisses up to my jaw. My grip tightened around his bicep as he pulled his head back, staring into my eyes as his own flashed between red and their usual brown.

“I know we can’t.” He whispered and then perhaps we both moved at the same time, but our lips were pressing against each other as I leaned up on my tiptoes, Seonghwa’s head ducked down to reach my height. My arms wrapped around his neck and his hands around my middle as he pulled me into himself, mouths hungry as they moved against each other passionately. I couldn’t help but breathe in his scent, nose pressed against his cheek as Seonghwa’s lips pressed bruisingly against mine, eager for more. He walked me backwards until my legs hit the desk and I was climbing up on it, Seonghwa’s hands guiding me. His hands gripped my cheeks and fingers dug into my skin painfully as he sucked on my lower lip, making me hiss when he wouldn’t release it. He was trying to draw blood and I yanked my head back, glaring at him. He stood between my legs and one of my finger’s hooked against his belt as Seonghwa pressed closer, lean body pushing against mine. He tilted my head back, biting my earlobe and slowly kissing down from there to my collarbone, making me let out long sighs, my grip on his hip tightening when he sucked harder on the juncture between my neck and shoulder, finding my sweet spot. I moaned quietly as Seonghwa’s tongue licked at the mark, his teeth suddenly biting down against my skin. I jumped and body tensed in reaction, ready to fling him off myself, but his fangs never shirked and no pain followed. He was probably fighting against his own urges, trying to control himself. I pulled his head back and Seonghwa’s jaw was clenched as we stared at each other, his breathing ragged as he looked like he hadn’t drunk blood in years. It didn’t bring as much dread as I expected it to, but my heartbeat picked up again and Seonghwa quickly crashed his lips against mine, kissing me hungrily as his tongue pushed past my lips and I sucked on it, making Seonghwa moan into my mouth, sending an electric shock through my body. I pulled his body closer as our tongues danced together, lapping at each other’s mouths, Seonghwa’s body just as affected by our actions as mine as my hand briefly brushed against his semi-hard on. I kissed him back more eagerly, more messily, making Seonghwa groan into my mouth as suddenly his hand was gripping my neck firmly, pushing me backwards. I allowed him to do so, my back arching as his free hand was placed on the small of my back, flushing our lower bodies together. My hips moved on its own as heat pooled up in my lower stomach, needing some friction as Seonghwa groaned, his own hips grinding down against mine, making me grip onto his pink locks tightly as he sucked on my lower lip harshly again.

“You have to stop doing that—” I panted out, words cut off as Seonghwa ground against me again, harsher this time. These clothes on us were getting frustrating and I felt Seonghwa’s grip on my throat tighten as I went to undo his belt.

“Not tonight,” He choked out, gripping my wrist harshly, making me hiss. But I didn’t listen to him as I palmed him through his pants, his grip around my neck close to cutting off my air, perhaps that would bruise by tomorrow, “Not tonight, love, I’m on the brink of losing control.”

My jaw was clenched as I allowed Seonghwa to take my hand away and pin it against the table, “Fuck, I hate you. Why would you start something you can’t finish—”

“If you want me to suck you dry while I fuck your brains out, then by all means, Y/N, let’s keep going.” His voice was hard as he snapped and I finally opened my eyes, looking up into his crimson red ones. I didn’t think his eyes could darken anymore further, but the look on his face made fear root deep into my bones. My senses kicked in, and suddenly, my hand was around his wrist which was holding my neck, muscles tense as I calculated the best way to free myself without doing much damage to him. Seonghwa sensed my change in demeanor and loosened his grip on me, but still didn’t let go.

“I don’t plan on killing you, you can relax.”

“Yeah, well it doesn’t feel like it right now.” I snapped, eyes narrowed as Seonghwa chuckled and the grip from my neck disappeared as he instead held my chin with his thumb and forefinger, raising my chin up. He stared down at me with a smirk, amusement twinkling in his eyes.

“Despite your body sensing danger you’re still here in my arms, enjoying whatever I’m doing to you, don’t you?” I couldn’t help but glare at him and slap his hand away, head clearing enough to realize I was just about to have sex with Seonghwa had he not stopped us. I felt even more hatred towards him as I yanked my other hand out from underneath his as pushed him back by his chest, but Seonghwa didn’t budge. How was I weaker than him? That was impossible. Seonghwa just chuckled and leaned down, resting his hands on both sides of my knees.

“I like to play the damsel in distress, love, but it doesn’t mean I’m actually one.” His words were mocking, and suddenly, I realized I had no idea who Seonghwa was. Well, who the real Seonghwa was. I gulped as I watched him reach out and pull a strand of hair behind my ear, tilting my head up as he leaned down and pressed a long kiss against my lips. I didn’t react at first, but when he deepened it, my mouth opened automatically and I was back to making out with him, the pace a lot slower this time and more sensual. My heart was racing and body jittery all over again, but this kiss didn’t last for long as he suddenly pulled back, eyebrows furrowed.

“Why did you let me drink your blood?” He suddenly whispered; voice strained. I gulped, but my mouth felt dry as I realized I didn’t have a real reason other than a very dumb one.

“I—I was curious—” When Seonghwa’s eyes opened, I felt ashamed of myself, “I was curious of what it felt like.”

Despite expecting him to call me names, his jaw just clenched and his eyes flashed red again, “I should have known better. We made a mistake, Y/N, I—I can’t feed off of humans like before anymore. Their blood isn’t enough—the taste, it’s terrible.”

My eyes widened as I gaped at Seonghwa, trying to understand what this meant. But I really couldn’t, I didn’t know how morois worked, I didn’t know what would happen next or what he was supposed to do to fix the situation. Despite knowing better, the words tumbled out of my mouth before I could think more, much like last time, “Are you hungry?”

Seonghwa froze for a second before he nodded his head rigidly, jaw clenching as his eyes fell onto my neck, “Starved.”

My breath caught in my throat and our eyes connected as I chewed on my bottom lip, body flaming at the memory of what his bite felt like. My mind was suddenly silenced and all I could think about was the feeling of his fangs as they started sucking my blood, making me gasp. I couldn’t be already addicted to his venom; it would be too soon. But was it possible that Seonghwa would get addicted to my blood? I’ve never read about such thing before. As Seonghwa let out a long sigh I pushed my hair behind my shoulders, and bared my neck for him. He huffed, but his finger ran along my skin, his eyes seemingly mesmerized by the action.

“Seonghwa—” His name came out in a throaty breath and before we could think more, his mouth parted and his fangs poked through, head leaning closer and closer to my neck. My body tensed when his breath hit my skin and I leaned my head further back as he pressed a soft kiss against my skin, much like last time, teeth clamping down on my skin, fangs pushing deep inside my flesh. I yelped and my grip on the table tightened until my knuckles turned white as the pain lasted longer this time, Seonghwa took his time before he started sucking, before his venom spread through my bloodstream. His cold fangs felt very uncomfortable and I whined as my neck went numb, on the verge of asking him to stop, but then suddenly, I felt him sucking on my blood, a hand coming up to hold the side of my face. Seonghwa moaned loudly when my blood entered his system and I sighed as suddenly my head felt fuzzy and mind empty, jitters all over my body as goosebumps covered my skin. The warmth was back in my body, heath pooling in my stomach, as Seonghwa drank more, pushing his fangs even down deeper, making my mouth open in a silent mewl, feeling like his fangs touched a nerve as pleasure exploded in my body, vision blurred and eyelids heavy as my brain felt fogged up. If it weren’t for Seonghwa holding my head, it would’ve fallen back, and his grip tightened when suddenly my body softened, momentarily having lost feeling of all of my muscles, dark spots covering my vision. He was drinking too much, my body wouldn’t hold on for too long as I went numb against him, unable to speak or pull away. But Seonghwa knew what he was doing and suddenly stopped, fangs still in my muscle, breathing hard against my skin. My head started spinning even worse than before as the dark spots very slowly cleared, and I hissed as he pulled back, cold fangs disappearing from my skin as his eyes glowed a light red in the darkness as he shook my head lightly.

“I’m—here.” I muttered, gulping multiple times, letting out a shaky breath as my body regained feeling, muscles tensing all of a sudden, brain on high alert as it pushed away the euphoric feeling. The crash from the high was worse this time as I felt nausea pool in my stomach and I gagged, slapping a hand against my mouth.

“Are you alright?” Seonghwa asked alarmed and I took a deep breath, fighting the urge of throwing up. I probably needed water. I have drank too much alcohol. I nodded wordlessly as Seonghwa helped me off the table, but supported my weight, “Alright, I’ll take you back to your dorm.”

“I can go on my own.” I muttered as my head spun harshly, forcing me to take deep breaths.

“No, you can’t.” Seonghwa rolled his eyes and suddenly I was up in the air and then secured in his arms, held bridal style. My eyebrows furrowed as I threw him a glare, but Seonghwa ignored me as he went to open the door, “I can’t decide if you’re about to fain or throw up, you clearly can’t walk.”

“You took too much this time.” I whispered as he hurried down the hallway, his longs legs allowing him to take long strides.

“I stopped in time.” Seonghwa’s jaw was clenched as he briefly glanced down at me, but I just shook my head.

“You still took too much.”

“The marks will be gone by noon.” He changed the subject as he walked out onto the courtyard, the crisp air of the early morning was refreshing and I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath.

“You have to fix your problem, because this won’t happen ever again.” I hoped Seonghwa understood, he had to. He could kill me anytime by accident. Or I could get addicted and then my whole life would be ruined. Or someone could find out and we’d be fucked, me, especially.

“I know, it won’t happen again.” Seonghwa was serious for once and we shared eye contact briefly before my body suddenly felt too exhausted, tried to even keep my eyes open as whispers of how this was a huge mistake lulled me a to dreamless and restless sleep.

Dread filled me as a voice whispered in my head that this wouldn’t be the last time this happened.

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fushipurro · 5 months

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High School / College Toji Headcanons

☆ Content: jjk au, fluff, slight nsfw mention (only applicable to 18+ year old toji/college au obv), some mentions of violence (it is toji after all), f!reader

☆ Notes: i need a scary dog toji, i'd bark for him

student!toji who has the worst attendance of anyone in the school, but never misses a single gym class. his favorite days being any that feature dodgeball or other games he can get physical and "accidentally" hit someone or show off how strong he is. surprisingly though, he does get good grades in other classes simply because of how good he is at analyzing everything, which usually results in him only bothering to show up for makeup exams.

student!toji who many are afraid of for how cold he comes off, especially to any guys, but at the same time has a lot of rumors regarding his activities with women in the school and even some professors. he never agrees to date anyone though, always turning down confessions before attempting to flirt right after. same thing when it comes to receiving chocolate for valentines day, except he wouldn't give anything in return for white day except for you. he'd want you to be his girlfriend instead of anyone else.

student!toji who rides a motorcycle to and from school, loves to rev it and cut others off as though they don't exist, but he loves it even more when they try to honk at him so he can pick a fight. he's got a leather jacket that he wears a lot as his motif. if you're alone when leaving school, he'll offer you a ride or walk with you (scary dog privilege).

student!toji who ends up confronting a lot of people's bullies, partly because he'd help a woman in trouble, but mainly so he can prove that he's the top dog and none of the other delinquents can beat him in a fight even if they tried. toji always smiles while doing this but gets pissed off when they just run away instead of trying.

student!toji who pays more attention to you, especially if you're more indifferent to him or plain innocent. he will help you though if you're struggling to move boxes or deliver things to classrooms, but won't allow you to lift anything and leave it all for him. if you're on the student council or anything similar, he's especially happy to use it to tease you; he's the school's delinquent after all and you'd be the holy student council member that has to deal with the aftermath and attempt to scold him.

#jjk #toji fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen #jjk toji #jjk au #toji headcanons #toji x female reader #toji x reader #jjk headcanons #toji fluff

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Would you consider doing a fic about a unicorn? One of the few remaining. Who is obsessed with you. Follows you and scares persuers away. Haughty and possessive ethereal and charming. I you're his and if he has to keep you captive to help you see that he's your mate, he will.

I love unicorns!!! I was never a horse girl, but unicorns I can get down with. <3

Word Count: 4k

Ainsel (Unicorn) x F Reader

W: minor character murder, light kidnapping, yandere behavior, sfw yandere fluff

“Ainsel, pay attention,” the unicorn’s father growled as his eyes drifted over the display, “do you want navy or white?”

Ainsel sighed, blinking his bright blue eyes slowly.

“I don’t care, father,” he said, “just pick something.”

His father turned on him impatiently.

“This is important Ainsel,” he snapped, “you are one of the last marriageable unicorns on the planet. You need to be serious about choosing a wife. The Embry’s have one of the only female unicorn daughters in existence. You have to make a good impression.”

He rolled his eyes.

“If she is one of the last, why should it matter?” he huffed, “we don’t really have a choice do we? I marry her and have as many babies as possible, or else. It shouldn’t matter what I look like.”

His father pinched his lips into a fine line.

“There are other males interested in her,” he went on, “if you don’t make a good impression she’ll choose another and there won't be any other options.”

Ainsel shrugged carelessly.

“I could marry a human,” he said, “they will birth a unicorn baby.”

His father took in a sharp breath.

“You will not marry a human,” he snarled, “I won’t have our bloodline sullied with human genes. We’ve been full blooded unicorns for generations! A half human baby will have weak magic…then what if the next generation copulates with a human? And the next? We’ll be diluted to nothing.”

Ainsel had heard this speech a hundred times before, from both his father and mother, but the truth was he couldn’t care less the purity of his bloodline. Especially if he had to marry a mare he hardly knew. He’d seen pictures of Elaine, but she didn’t stir his blood. He hated his parents for forcing this on him. He wanted to live his own life…make his own choices. He wanted to be happy, not a miserable baby maker, shoving his half limp cock into someone he had no interest in to produce heirs.

“I’m sorry it’s taking so long,” you apologized, entering the large dressing room where the two wealthy unicorns were looking at suits, “Mr. Scott had to take a call, but I can help you. Here are the other options he wanted you to try.”

You hung up a powder blue suit and a cool gray one on the rack for them to look at.

Ainsel was not looking at the suits, however, he was looking at you.

His father grumbled a bit under his breath about having been waiting forever, but turned his attention to the powder blue suit.

“I think this one is best,” he said, pulling it off the rack and holding it up to examine the stitching.

“What do you think, miss…?” Ainsel asked, hoping you would give him your name.

You cleared your throat a bit nervously. Your job was usually tailoring the suits, not selling them.

“(Y/N) and personally I think the white one will have the most impact, but it should reflect your taste, not mine. Any suit will look its best when the wearer is confident and comfortable in it.”

He couldn’t help but smile at your sweet, full cheeks and bright, sparkling eyes.

“You're the expert,” he said, taking in the flattering little paper bag pants and white blouse you were wearing. You looked so neat and tidy with your hair swept away from your face. He couldn’t help but think you were adorable.

You bit your bottom lip, considering the suits you’d brought in very carefully, wrinkling your brow just a little. The gesture made his cock stiffen in his pants as he imagined that little wrinkle between your eyes as he made you cum over and over again.

“I just think you can’t go wrong with a white suit. Especially if you want to stand out. It looks clean and eye-catching without being tacky.”

He only half heard what you were saying, his attention on the way your lips moved. He envisioned them stretched around his cock and had to step forward and angle his body away from you to pretend he was examining the white suite, so he could adjust his pants.

“Well what do you think?” his father huffed impatiently, “I don’t have all day.”

“I’ll go with the white one,” he said.

His father looked relieved.

“Alright,” the elder unicorn turned his attention to you, “Mr. Scott knows my account. Just charge whatever else he needs to that. I have other things to do.”

He glanced back at his son as he made his way out of the dressing room.

“Don’t be late for dinner!” he snapped and marched out, leaving the two of you alone.

“I can help you get dressed,” you said after a moment of silence, “once I’ve taken the measurements for the tailoring, we can look at a tie and shoes.”

Ainsel was happy to undress for you, eager to show off his assets. He knew he was beautiful, all unicorns were. He had a tall, lithe body packed with firm, corded muscles. Women fell over themselves for him whenever he went out. You couldn’t help but blush when he yanked the t-shirt he was wearing over his head, revealing his sculpted chest.

“You look like a model,” you sputtered to your own embarrassment.

“I mean- the suit is going to look great on you,” you said quickly.

Ainsel gave you a bright white smile and flexed his muscles just slightly hoping to draw even more stuttering words from your mouth.

With warm cheeks you quickly turned your attention to getting the suit ready instead of watching him undress. When you turned back around, he was only wearing gray boxer briefs that left nothing to the imagination, you could see the very clear imprint of his rather large cock, pressed against them and you blushed again.

“Um…” you muttered, almost dropping the black button up shirt in your hand.

There was a long silence while you took his body in, which he ate up, grinning at you from ear to ear.

“The shirt?” he asked playfully, stepping forward and brushing it with his fingertips, making sure to graze your smaller hands.

“Right!” you said, “um, let me help you.”

He liked the feeling of your warm fingers just barely touching his skin as you hurried to pull it over his shoulders and let you button it up for him. Not because he couldn’t, but because he liked your scent drifting up to him. You smelled sweet, like peaches.

“Um…it looks like we’ll have to take it in a little,” you mumbled, as you helped him into the pants, then the jacket, “but it looks good on you.”

His clean scent, something like spicy ginger and citrus, made you feel a little dizzy. You tried to brush the feeling away and focus on taking his measurements and securing the areas with pins that you would need to work on. Your cheeks heated when you bent in front of him to work on his inseam.

“My family is new to the area. What do you do for fun, when you’re not working?” he asked suddenly and you glanced up at him to find his bright, almost glowing, blue eyes focused on you. He was so beautiful, it was hard to believe he was real. His deep olive skin had a bit of a sheen to it, as if he was dusted in fine glitter and his raven hair reflected rainbow colors in the light.

You shrugged.

“I’m probably not the right person to ask,” you said, returning your attention to your work, “I’m a bit of a homebody except tonight, I guess.”

“What are you doing tonight?” he asked.

“Oh…um, my friend invited me out to a new bar. It’s the grand opening. I wouldn’t normally go, but he’s the owner…so…a few of us are going to support him.”

Ainsel didn’t like “he”, but he schooled his expression.

“Can I come?” he asked with the confidence of a man who never got turned down.

You blinked for a second unsure what to say.

“I’ve been incredibly bored,” he went on, “I don’t know anyone here my age…”

You nodded as you stood, not able to come up with a reason he couldn’t come.

“Sure…I guess. I don’t know how good it will be…” you mumbled and he reached a hand out to you.

“Give me your phone, I’ll put in my number,” he said, so you fished it out of your pocket and handed it to him.

“I’ll pick you up,” he said as he tapped his number into your phone and sent himself a text message from it, “just send me your address.”

You were too flustered by the ethereal unicorn wanting to go somewhere with you, your common sense had gone out the window. No one who looked like him had ever paid you any attention before, so when he handed it back, you put in your address and hit send. The name on the contact just said Ainsel with a unicorn emoji.

“(Y/N), I need you in the back!” Mr. Scott, barked in his gruff voice as he marched back into the room, “I’ll take over from here.”

“Of course!” you squeaked and scurried off before even saying goodbye.

—

You groaned at yourself in the mirror as you tried to put eyeliner on, finally giving up and just going with mascara and some dewy looking blush. You weren’t sure if this was supposed to be a date or if Ainsel really just wanted someone to show him around, so you struggled over what to wear.

You didn’t want to look like you tried too hard, but you also wanted him to think you looked nice. You tried to shake the thought from your head that it was a date. No one like him would want to date you, you thought. Still, you ended up picking a cute little vintage dress that matched your eyes and some comfortable low heels. You jumped when the doorbell rang, hurrying to smooth down the flyaways in your hair before answering the door.

Ainsel’s eyes drifted down your body and back up again when he stood before you and in his hands was a thick bouquet of assorted flowers in a glass vase.

“I didn’t know what was your favorite,” he said, handing it to you, “so I told the florist to use them all.”

He smiled at you, looking you up and down again.

“You look beautiful,” he said, his voice low and a bit husky.

“Oh.” was all you managed to get out, as you accepted the vase with shaking hands.

You turned to find a place for them and he followed you inside.

“This is cute,” he said, sauntering around your living room while you pushed some things off of your coffee table to make room for the flowers.

“It’s nothing special…I got a deal,” you mumbled, eager to shoo him out of your messy apartment, “we should go before it gets late.”

“Of course,” he said, placing a hand gently on your lower back as he guided you out of the door.

You swallowed thickly at the contact.

You made polite conversation in the car, asking how long he’d been in the area and where he moved from. The conversation came easily. Ainsel was charming and casual. He put you at ease, even though you were still stunned he wanted to come out with you. By the time you reached the restaurant he had you giggling over his silly stories about growing up a unicorn.

“Who is this?!” your friend Leslie asked with a knowing smile when you walked in the door with Ainsel on your arm.

Before you could introduce him, he stuck out his hand and told her his name. Your girlfriends were smitten, all asking him questions about his life and being a unicorn. You tried to stuff the little bit of jealousy down that they were giving him so much attention, but who wouldn’t want to talk to him? He was handsome and good at conversation, if not a bit aloof. He spoke with his head held high, always with his hand resting on your lower back, as if you were already a couple.

Ainsel couldn’t help but keep his hands on you. Truly, speaking with your friends was tiresome. He’d rather be alone, talking to you more, but he knew women paid careful attention to how their potential mate interacted with their friends. He wanted to make a good impression to get their approval, nothing more.

He only let you go when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Ainsel slipped out of the busy dining room to the small hallway where the bathrooms were to take the call.

“Where are you?!” his father snarled into the phone, “Elaine has been here waiting for you for an hour!”

Ainsel let out an impatient breath.

“I’m out, father,” he said, sounding bored, “I won't make it tonight.”

“You are seriously standing up one of the last female unicorns on the planet?” his father hissed back.

“Yes.” he said plainly, which prompted his father to devolve into a tantrum cursing him, that he’d ever had him, and how he planned on cutting him off if he didn’t drop what he was doing and make his way home immediately. Ainsel finally just hung up the phone. It buzzed immediately as his father tried to call him back, but he just turned the vibration off and sauntered back into the dining room.

A growl bubbled in his throat at what he saw.

Your friend, Josh, who owned the restaurant had you wrapped in a big hug, lifting you off of your feet.

“Um…yes, it’s very nice, Josh, I like the decor,” you said, taking a step away from him when he put you down.

“I’m just so happy you could make it,” he beamed.

Ainsel shouldered past him, grabbing you by your elbow and pulling you against him possesively. Josh’s face fell just slightly at the contact, but he forced his practiced smile back on his lips.

“Who’s this?” he asked tightly.

“Oh, this is Ainsel. We met at-” you started to say, but Ainsel cut you off.

“I’m (Y/N)’s date,” he said, a smug aura hovering around him as he pulled you even closer and tucked you under his arm.

Your body tingled under his touch and your heart skipped in your chest.

“Oh…” Josh said, “I didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

“Well we just me-” you again started to say and again Ainsel cut you off with a kiss on your temple.

“I’m already starting to think of her as mine,” he said, squeezing your shoulder and making all of your girlfriends giggle and shoot you mischievous smiles.

You blanched at such a direct declaration, completely unsure what to say. Your mouth just hung open as Josh glared at Ainsel. He grabbed your chin lightly with his long fingers so that you were looking at him.

“Why don’t we get out of here?” he asked, “I’ve been wanting to show you my other form.”

You blinked up at him, both incredibly flattered and confused.

“Um…but we only just-,” you mumbled as he winked at your girlfriends and told them goodnight, talking right over you while he guided you out of the bar, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

“Bars are no fun,” he told you as he stuffed you back into his sports car, “let’s go someplace quiet.”

You were a bit miffed at leaving so early, but you were curious about his unicorn form, so you didn’t say a word as he started up the engine and drove the two of you to a pretty spot overlooking the city.

“This is much better,” he beamed, opening your door for you and helping you out of the car.

He pulled you into a clear spot and winked at you.

“I don’t show just anyone my unicorn form,” he said with a smile, “this is just for you to see.”

Your cheeks burned as he took a few steps away from you. You blinked and there he was, a lovely black unicorn with a pretty horn, reminding you of the inside of an abalone shell sticking out of his forehead.

He dipped his head and stepped towards you, encouraging you to touch him. You smoothed your slightly shaking hand over his cheek and ran your fingers through his silky jet mane. His eyes were the same illuminated blue. He bent down at the knee in front of you and it took a moment to realize he wanted you to climb on his back.

You carefully climbed on, making sure you didn’t tug at his mane too much as you straddled him. When you were comfortably seated he walked with a slow saunter, so similar to the way he walked as a human, into the sparse forest nearby.

The night was a bit chilly, but Ainsel was very, very warm, so you found yourself leaning down to press more of your body against him. This closeness pleased Ainsel immensely.

You had no way of knowing, but unicorns long ago would steal pretty maidens like you with just the tactic he was using then. As his magic surrounded you, invisible to you, you felt yourself getting a bit sleepy, relaxing even further against him. Soon your eyelids slipped shut and you fell asleep with a soft sigh.

–

“Mmmm,” you murmured as you slowly woke.

Firm fingers were carding your hair, which felt nice. You sighed and a deep chuckle hit your ears. Forcing your eyes open you met Ainsel’s blue irises looking at you.

“Have a nice nap?” he asked, with a smirk.

Blinking you looked around, trying to get your bearings. You were laying in a large soft bed in a pretty room that had definitely seen the touch of a professional designer.

“What- where am i?” you asked, groggily, sitting up.

Ainsel cupped your cheek gently before he answered.

“My bedroom,” he said, “exactly where you should be.”

“Where I- what?” you stuttered, trying to make your sleepy mind catch up with Ainsel’s words.

He scooted closer to you on the fluffy comforter that he’d tucked you under.

“You’re mine (Y/N),” he purred.

You blinked at him, confused.

“What do you mean by that?” you ventured and he pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles, before turning it over and dropping light kisses over your palm.

“I want to be with you always,” he explained as his blue eyes flickered up to meet yours, “I don’t want anyone else to touch you. I don’t want you to smile for anyone but me.”

“Ainsel,” you said, letting out a nervous laugh, “that’s impossible…of course I’m going to smile at my friends.”

His brow furrowed.

“Why?” he snapped, clutching your hand tighter, “I’ve worked so hard to keep you. Done things…”

He trailed off, kissing the inside of your wrist.

“Done what?” you asked.

At that he brightened, eager to show off. Scooping you up in his arms he walked with a clip out of his bedroom. The mansion he lived in was beautiful and modern with lots of glass and chrome. He carried you down a flight of stairs and to what appeared to be an indoor swimming pool. Only the water was pink and something…some things…were floating on its surface. Your heart turned to ice when you realized what you were looking at.

You recognized one of the bodies floating in the pool… Ainsel’s father, the man who you’d met just hours before was clearly dead, his face marked with deep cuts. You glanced up to see the jagged hole in the glass ceiling where the two of his parents had fallen through. They must have broken their necks hitting the ceiling before they even made it to the pool.

“What have you done?” you whimpered, your voice wan.

Ainsel kissed your forehead.

“They wouldn’t let us be together,” he said, with clear disgust in his voice, “but it’s all better now. I think I’ll bury them beneath the rose bushes. My mother always liked roses.”

Your instinct was to escape and you thrashed in Ainsel’s arms, beating at his chest with your fists.

“Shhh…shhh,” he hummed at you, “I didn’t mean to upset you, love. I should have guessed you’re sensitive…that’s sweet…Just calm down. I’ll take care of everything. You’ll never have another worry as long as you live.”

Your breath kicked up and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Ainsel,” you gasped, staring at him, your face cold with fear, “you’re- you’re a murderer!”

He clucked at you, pressing you into his warm chest.

“That’s such an ugly word. I don’t want to hear you say it again,” he corrected you while he stroked your hair, quite pleased with himself, “I did what I had to do to make sure we could be together. My parents were horrible people…the world won’t miss them.”

“B-but…” you stuttered.

“None of that,” he chided, silencing you with a heavy kiss.

You froze against him, letting his mouth move over yours. His lips were warm, supple and you wanted so badly to give in. He was doing something to you, your body relaxing and your eyes fluttering as you tasted the mint of his mouth on your tongue.

“You’re going to be a good little mate, aren’t you?” he asked, pulling away, “I won't have to lock you in the basement, will I?”

You quickly shook your head, you didn’t want to be locked anywhere.

He twisted his mouth at you.

“Say, ‘No, my love.’” he ordered, his voice firm and with a bit more gravel than his usual tone.

“Um…no…my love,” you repeated quietly.

He rewarded you with a big smile.

“You are a good little mate!” he beamed.

You couldn’t stop your body from trembling in his arms. Would he kill you too if you didn’t behave?

“Poor thing, you’re cold,” he pouted, “don’t worry I’ll keep you warm!”

He carried you back to his bedroom, deciding to deal with the corpses in his pool later and set you down. Manipulating your stunned body like a doll, he unzipped your dress, letting the silky fabric pool at your feet. Pulling you back into his arms he tucked you under the large, warm comforter sliding in after you. His strong fingers made their way all over your body, greedily groping the bare flesh. He lay behind you, spooning you next to his larger form, while he sprinkled dappled kisses over your shoulders and neck.

“That feels nice, doesn’t it?” he asked, lightly nibbling your shoulder.

Terrified, you could only hum in agreement.

“We’re going to have a long, perfect life together, aren’t we little mate?” he asked, his breath stirring the bits of loose hair tucked behind your ear and making tingles shoot up your spine.

You gasped on your words, scared and unsure what to say.

“Just say ‘yes, my love’,” he whispered.

“Yes, my love,” you finally agreed after a moment.

“Good, little mate,” he purred, “you’re so obedient…we’re going to get along just fine.”

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Love for three. [18+] (Alhaytham, Kaveh)

-....

-..This........is not allowed...Why?

The darkness swallowed up the mind. The body does not obey at all. Something is preventing you from waking up. Behind the curtain of darkness, voices can be heard somewhere outside. It used to seem like they were coming from far away, but now the sounds are getting louder.

- How did it even occur to you that this would be a good idea?! What you did is not just wrong, it's ILLEGAL!

The loud statements were followed by a heavy sigh. A lower voice spoke quieter than his opponent.

- We have discussed this many times. There was a dilemma between us, and you didn't want to back down in any way. I don't plan on losing to you either. There are only two ways to solve the problem, to share or not to share at all...

-But what's going to happen to her? Have you thought about it? How do you plan to explain this whole situation?

- Anyone can adapt. It will take time and it will pay off.

- And if the Mantra starts an investigation? If Sayno joins in?

- Just keep quiet and no one will find out. Your whining might give us away.

- It's not right. I won't be able to accept it.

- Do you think you can get away with it? Don't forget, you're my accomplice. Even if by a miracle I'm the only one going to jail. Not only will you be left without a roof over your head, but your reputation will come to an end. No job, no money, and a lot of unpaid debts. Consider yourself already sitting in the grave. All that remains is to bury yourself or someone else will do it.........If you mess it up now.

- But...

There was silence. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness. You were lying in a small room on a small double bed. It seemed that the body had fallen from a great height and was now recovering from the shock. The slightest movements can be done, but with great difficulty. My throat ached for water.

After a couple of minutes, it became impossible to lie staring at the ceiling. You wanted to get up. Small attempts to stand up led to a loss of balance. You fell down. Hurried footsteps were heard outside. The door opened, letting in a bright light. I had to close my eyes to avoid going blind. A young man with golden hair picked you up. The concern in his eyes reminded you of someone very familiar..

- Oh Archons, are you okay?

-I... want to.. drink..

- Sunshine, give it a little bit.

He turned to the second man, who was leaning against the door frame.

- Get her some water.

Turquoise eyes studied your haggard face. The tall silhouette walked away from the threshold and returned with a glass in his hand. When he got closer, you could see his face too. Fragments of memories flashed before my eyes. You've known these people for a long time, but their names are on the tip of your tongue.

The blond man held the glass to your lips. Cold liquid is poured into the mouth. After a nauseating awakening, the water relieved the semi-conscious state.

- What did you drug her with?

There was silence in the air. The gray-haired man sat next to him, thinking about the answer.

Just a little sleeping pill. She'll come to her senses soon. Put her on the bed for now. You can't get much out of her right now.

The blond man grimaced in disgust, but obediently picked you up. Ruby eyes restlessly studied your face.

- I'll stay here. Next to her.

And another heavy sigh. - "I told you it wouldn't do much good, but you're still trying to help her somehow. Trust me, there are no dangers in this house. It's better to just lock the door."

-Do you think it's better to leave her like a criminal in a locked room? And how do you imagine that?

- I know better what and how...

They started arguing again, but you hardly realized it when you fell asleep. The next morning, consciousness cleared up. The light outside the window hit my eyes. It must be noon by now. Looking closer, you realized that the room is completely different from the one in which you fell asleep last night. Panic began to form in my heart. So it wasn't a dream. These two people were quite real. What happened to you? Why did you end up in someone else's house?

Some movement nearby made you turn around sharply. That golden-haired guy who looked after you so diligently yesterday turned out to be an old acquaintance of Kaveh's. You once studied at the academy together. Our paths often crossed. A friendly guy, although preoccupied with his own problems. They say his financial affairs leave much to be desired.

Ruby eyes sleepily opened, looking in your direction. When he saw that you were awake, he immediately perked up. - "Good morning. How are you?" And that restless look again. He tried to move cautiously, without making sudden movements, as if there was a frightened cat in front of him.

- Good, despite the headache and a lot of questions. Where am I?

The guy jerked. A nervous smile appeared on his face. - "You see..."

Suddenly, another person entered the room. It turned out to be Alhaytham, known for his cold calculation and a lover of solitude. He also used to study at the academy, but your relationship is not friendly. Just a couple of phrases during work or a particularly important case. Thanks to the temporary position of the great sage, he has recently been the one to whom you have submitted your research for verification. So he brought water yesterday.

-Are you awake? Good. It will be much easier for you to realize your position. - He unceremoniously entered the room, sitting down on a chair.

- My position?

He nodded, staring intently at Kaveh. - "We're talking about a new investigation. Recently, a crime was committed at the academy. Someone managed to impregnate several artifacts from a secret vault with a poisonous substance. It would seem that nothing serious, since these things have been gathering dust there for quite a long time, but recently several scientists became interested in exploring the abandoned temple of King Dershret. They just needed these artifacts for verification. Everything was fine at first, until all three of them came down with a severe fever. The fact is that the toxin was discovered in the laboratory where you work. According to your boss, you were the one who worked with him before this incident. That's why you're the prime suspect. "

- What? But... But it would never have occurred to me to harm anyone! Moreover, how can this be related to me if I don't even know these people?!

Such a flow of information made my stomach twist, and tears welled up in my eyes. Poisoning is considered a real crime. There are many dangerous toxins in your laboratory, from which human life may be in danger. A great opportunity to steal the right one and set you up. You started imagining what might happen to you. And the more thoughts about further consequences arose, the scarier they became.

Kaveh turned abruptly in the direction of Haytham. - "Don't push her! Do you see how excited she is?"

He turned in your direction. His gentle actions tried to calm you down, but a noticeable nervousness made itself felt. He didn't like this situation himself, but he had no choice but to play along. - "L-listen. I understand that this whole story has unsettled you. We were also shocked when we found out about your involvement. You know, I don't want you to put yourself in danger. I know very well what kind of person you are. Out of old friendship, we decided to help you. You can hide with us. Practically live here."

You stared at Kaveh with eyes full of despair. That look broke the guy so much that he decided to hug your trembling body. Meanwhile, Al-Haytham was watching you from the sidelines. There was nothing to do but agree to a "temporary" stay in their guest room. It was easier than running blindly from the law. Everyone knows how criminals are treated.

Living with Kaveh and Alhaitam is like being in the middle between two different elements. They are so different from each other and hate each other just as much. Have you often wondered: "Then why do they live together if they don't get along?"

The blond man could only mutter to himself about his miserable life. To which the neighbor replied that he himself was to blame for his misfortune.

It wasn't that bad. These were peaceful days until you started to notice excessive attention to your person.

How paradoxical that Kaveh was trying to keep an eye on you, and Haytham was trying to find out more about you in casual conversations, down to intimate details. All this scared you. Although it's much better to have a few weird neighbors than to be caught and convicted of a crime you didn't commit.

Trying to find the bright side in his situation led to deep reflection. Kaveh has the ability to empathize, which allows him to endear himself to people. As in the past, you spent your time at ease. He was flattered by the way you took care of him during his apathy and stress. The poor guy was sometimes very tired, and only your presence gave him a breath of fresh air. The architect really liked your kindness. It was as if an angel had descended into his unhappy life.

Haytham was cold in his communication. Nevertheless, he enjoyed your discussions. Perhaps that's why he was so passionate about your person. In fact, he doesn't even know why he likes you. During your studies, you worked enthusiastically on projects. He couldn't take his eyes off your figure, bent over the desk in concentration. It looks like one of your potions has bewitched him.

Falling in love is a common thing in adolescence. There's nothing you can do about human nature. It seemed to Haytham that the temporary attraction to the opposite sex would soon pass. But it was some time later, when you, as an adult scientist, put your research on his desk. The secretary thought he was going crazy. As an evil thing, you have grown up, and the forms of an already fully formed girl have rounded out. There was a sexual desire to knock you down on the table and possess you, throwing all your clothes on the floor. Is it strange to think about who you like in this way? His boner confirms it.

Imagine his surprise when the eternally annoying neighbor began to show signs of attention to you. This was the reason for the beginning of a serious conversation between them. Another headache and even more. Eternal discontent, and therefore rivalry. A small fear that Cavecht would get to your heart began to penetrate your body like poison. Haytham didn't realize it himself when he looked at your sleeping body. All that remained in his memory was a picture of his own house and a surprised neighbor.

Kaveh was ready to throw a tantrum all over the neighborhood until he realized that if the kidnapping was solved, he would also be in trouble. Even if he didn't like it. From the darkest corners of consciousness, another side can sometimes break through, which not only approves of Alhaytham's actions, but is also ready to commit "wrong" actions itself. That's why he already had your used panties in his pocket. Their fragrance was intoxicating, like the taste of nectar for a bee. During masturbation, he pressed them to his nose and listened to your scent. Sometimes he put them on his penis, soaking it with his sperm. The realization came only after the high, when he felt really ashamed. Thanks to this, washing clothes always rested on Kaveh's shoulders, as the pleasure session became his shameful habit.

You are so used to their swearing that you did not notice how one of them practically decided the fate of your innocence. You may not like being with two partners at once, but a couple of tricks and manipulations should break your will. The secretary carefully prepared for this case by reading a large stack of literature on sexology and psychology. Thus, he knows the female body like the back of his hand.

Kave is more delicate in this matter. Despite the fact that he can't wait to enter your sweet hole, you still have feelings too. The guy carefully prepares for your connection until his patience breaks down and he practically starts eating you. After such a stormy night, their traces remain on the body. Most of all, Haytham hates looking at your marks left by another person. He will leave a lot more red spots during your date and stick into you much harder. At such moments, sex can be quite violent. It all depends on the mood.

From a moral point of view, such a relationship seems wrong, but you have absolutely nowhere to go. Sitting in four walls becomes boring every day. The guys know that you can't escape because you're afraid of going to jail. One day, Haytham brought a flyer with your face on it as proof that they were looking for you. But he did not mention that the inscription "Missing" was torn off at the bottom. The scribe's lies had a strong effect on you, which surprised Kaveh very much. He knew before how smart Alhaytham was, but to play on a person's mind like that. This gave him a reason to call his neighbor a monster.

After all, you wanted to go outside and check the situation. At least secretly, but for a walk. Maybe if you ask the guys carefully, they can arrange it somehow. Really?

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Celebration: Wonwoo

-> Assistant!Wonwoo x CEO!reader

-> Summary: After your company became top in your industry, you decided to celebrate with a large party. While there, your assistant begins to seem different to you; more of a man than usual.

-> coworkers to lovers, in a closet, biting, semi-drunk sex, unprotected, spit, oral (both receiving), multiple rounds, sex in semi-public, degradation, Mingyu is mentioned, use of panties, slight choking (on his D-), big D WW, this is going to be a filthy one. + some surprises

NOT PROOFREAD

-> A/N: Here is the 1,000 follower celebration post! Sorry for the wait as I was sick and then traveled. But, it is now here! I tried a different style this time, so I hope you all enjoyed it. Smut with little plot (lol)

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Friday, 6:55 PM

"Alright, alright. I'll play, I'll play!"

You sat down with your coworkers, taking the shot of vodka WonWoo offered you. You decided to host a party to celebrate the New Year, paying for everyone's drinks while they partied. You decided to let loose and party with the others, which was how you were now playing a game of "Dare, or Drink."

"Alright, It's WonWoo's turn!" He confidently leaned back in his chair, fixing his glasses as he looked around the table as he waited for whatever came his way from the druken secretary. She smirked before saying "Take a shot of fireball or..." She turned to you with a mischievous smirk, saying "striptease and lap dance on your CEO." The table erupted in cheers, cheering for WonWoo to the dare. It made you wonder what they were talking about before you came over to join them. "You guys know I hate fireball," WonWoo groaned, trying to plead with the others, but to no avail. He looked over at you, asking if you were alright with what the options were, securing the idea that he would rather striptease and give his CEO a lap dance than drink fireball.

Once you nodded, he sighed as he stood up, asking for someone to play some music "so it wouldn't be so awkward." Once the music started, he apologized to you softly before he placed his foot onto the chair, pushing you farther away from the table so he could stand in front of you. He gently moved his hand down to cup your chin, tiling your head up so you both could make eye contact. "Keep your eyes on me. Don't look anywhere else." You nodded softly, keeping your eyes on him as he stepped back. He slowly pulled up his shirt, tossing it onto the table as he immediately moved to his belt, slowly pulling it from his body as his once tight pants now slightly sunk to show the brand of his underwear. He gently held your hand, placing it onto his large pecs before letting it drag down his body, moving his hips to the music. Neither of you cared for the squeals from everyone else at the table, only focusing on one another as your hand moved to the top of his pants. WonWoo raised an eyebrow before leaning back to the table, picking up the shot glass that was filled with fireball before he carefully straddled you, gripping the side of the chair as he leaned in closer to your ear. "Drink this for me, won't you baby?" You tried to hide your reaction from everyone else as he pressed a kiss to your ear, pulling back to tap the rim of the shot glass to your lips. Once you opened your mouth enough, he began to pour it into your mouth slowly, making sure that you didn't choke. When some did spill down your cheek, he tossed the glass back onto the table before he leaned in to lick along the alcohol, cleaning up as he moved up your neck.

You met his eyes as he placed both of his hands onto the chair, noticing the way his eyes darted back and forth from your lips to your eyes, licking his own lips as he squeezed the chair, slowly leaning forward to hover over your lips. "I thought you didn't like fireball?" WonWoo halted at the coworker's question, rolling his eyes as he got off of your lap, getting dressed as he laughed. You tried to understand what just happened, trying to not pull him into the nearest closet.

You sat through the rest of the game, slipping away to go to the bathroom while the others ordered another bottle of alcohol for the next round. You splashed some water onto your face, moaning softly at the feeling of cold water hitting your face as the alcohol slowly filled your system. After you sobered up a bit, you left the bathroom, taking a deep breath in the hallway.

"How are you feeling, Ms. L/N?" WonWoo gently cupped your wrist as he made sure you were alright, mentioning that you both were slightly buzzed from the drinks. Your mind went straight to the fireball; how WonWoo licked up the bit that spilled from your mouth, how he looked at your lips, how he leaned in close as if he wanted to kiss you. "You know, Ms. L/N, you told me that you'd never be with me because you viewed me as a boy, not a man." You met his eyes as he moved one of your wrists to his lips, kissing them softly before dragging it down his chest, placing it onto his hardening cock as moved closer to you, pressing his chest to yours. You held back a moan as he you felt his cock twitch in your hand, biting your lip as he placed his free hand to cup your jaw, placing his lips over yours.

"After tonight, Ms. L/N, do you view me as a man, or do I have to show you?"

You leaned up to meet his lips, kissing him feverishly as he moaned into the kiss, carefully nobbling on your bottom lip. Kissing WonWoo felt different than everyone else you had ever kissed; you could tell her wanted you. He chased your lips every time you backed away to take a breath, he gripped your body close to his. WonWoo wanted to drown in you forever if you'd let him and you were starting to no longer be so opposed to it.

"Come here," he led you into the nearest storage closet, pressing you back up against the door as he kissed you passionately. "I've always wanted to do this with you, Y/N,'' He murmured against your lips, placing his hands into your hair as he began to roll his hips to meet yours. "I've been thinking about this for a long time."

"How long?" You closed your eyes as he began to help remove your clothes, pulling it from your body to throw it on to a table. WonWoo stepped back to admire your body, biting his lip as he carefully removed your bra. If it were anybody else, you would feel a bit embarrassed. But, since it was WonWoo, it didn't feel so bad.

"So long, baby. Since I got hired." He leaned down to cup one of your breasts, pulling it carefully from the bra so he could wrap his lips around your nipple. You sighed as his tongue moved around your breast carefully before switching to the other one, his hands working to carefully remove your bra. "I've been trying so hard to get you to see me as a man, but you always seem to see and treat me like a little boy."

WonWoo in the past did make many attempts at asking you out; from using flirty looks to offering to take you out while you were out on work trips. You, however, only saw him as a sweet assistant rather than a man you wanted to be wrapped up in. Now that your sweet assistant was kissing down your body and placing your legs onto his shoulders, you want nothing more than to be wrapped around him.

He carefully removed your bottoms, placing your underwear into his jean pocket before returning his attention to your wet cunt. When you asked him about why he took your panties (not that you minded), he only winked before licking up your pussy slowly, flicking his tongue teasingly when he reached your clit. "You taste better than I imagined, baby. Can't believe you've been keeping this beautiful wet pussy from me."

WonWoo looked up at you as he wrapped his lips around your clit, moaning as one of your hands went into his hair, holding him close to your pussy, making him chuckle deeply into you. "Don't worry, baby, I don't plan on leaving this pretty pussy until you wet my face and cover me in your sweetness."

"More WonWoo, please," WonWoo moaned at your words, licking you hungrily as one of his hands slowly slid up your thigh. His fingertips caused goosebumps to come onto your skin, slowly moving to push your leg apart on his broad shoulders. He slowly pushed a finger into you, moving his tongue faster as you began to move your hips against his face and finger. "You're doing so good, baby. Keep it up and I'll make sure you cum nice and hard for me."

"Fuck, WonWoo," you gripped his hair tighter as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to snap, mumming out weakly that you were going to cum. At your words, he quickly pulled back to toss away his glasses, cursing softly as he shoved his face back in between your legs, licking and sucking anywhere he could as he added another finger into you, moving quickly. You covered your mouth as you came, shivering as you felt his tongue move faster to gather your sweetness.

"Fuck, you taste so fucking amazing, baby," he moaned against you, his deep voice cracking as he placed a sloppy kiss to your pussy before pulling back. He gently rubbed your legs until you calmed down, carefully placing you down so he could stand in front of you. You opened your eyes as he licked his fingers clean, keeping eye contact with him as he did so. "You taste better than any fireball could be."

Before you could respond, there was a knock on the door, making you both jump. WonWoo jumped to place his hand over your mouth, cupping it as he waited for whoever was trying to get in to leave, giving you the chance to admire him now up close; his messed-up hair, his wet bottom half of his face, his veins and muscles on display. You held back the idea to sink to your knees and suck him off as he removed his hand from your mouth at the silence, biting your lip as he moved to pick up your clothes that he had discarded.

"I think it was the janitor trying to get to the supplies. Here," WonWoo carefully helped your get dressed, letting you lean on him as he did so. He carefully rubbed your body, giving you a moment to relax before he gently kissed your forehead. The moment was calm and relaxing as WonWoo gently praised you, ending abruptly when one of the staff members broke a glass bottle, breaking into laughter afterwards. "I should go deal with that," WonWoo cleared his throat before stepping back, picking up his glasses as he cleaned it. You let your eyes roam his body, noticing his hard on that was now noticeable; the same one that you had felt twitch in your hands before he pulled you into the room. When you mentioned it, he chuckled as he reached for the doorknob. "I can take care of it, Y/N. You don't have to." Before you could respond, he left the room, leaving you in the closet while he left to go take care of his drunk coworkers he had abandoned when he saw you enter the hallway.

You took a moment to compose yourself before joining the others watching as he helped usher out the drunken patrons to their rides. He laughed as the secretary bumped her head on the top of the car, making him stifle a laugh. WonWoo heard you, turning to you with a smirk before shooting you a wink, then mouthing "Have a good night, Ms. Y/N. Dream about me, yeah?"

You felt your cheeks heat up as he left, biting your lip as you felt your arousal return, sticking your pants to your body, reminding you that he had taken your panties home with him. So, when you did get home, you took care of the arousal until late, then you indeed did dream about him.

Thursday 7:33 pm

"Ms. L/N, the mic is ready for you."

You thanked your secretary before fixing your dress, grabbing a glass of champagne from one of the passing servers before going up onto the stage, clinking your glass to get everyone in the large ballroom's attention, only beginning to speak when you were sure you had all of their eyes on you. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming tonight to the celebration of AdoraU acquiring the Manase company. As many of you know, we had been in competition with them for so long, both vying for the top spot. But, as of yesterday morning, the CEO and I have put our differences aside and have combined assets, now making AdoraU the top provider in the food chain!"

You smiled as everyone cheered, smiling at your former competition's CEO as he bitterly chugged down his third glass of whiskey, upset that he was no longer in charge. You had been watching his company slowly lose its prestige, consumers coming to your company instead of his as his company. So, when the old man finally gave in and came to you to buy his company, you knew you had to celebrate with a large party, inviting everyone in your industry along with all of your staff.

As you carefully walked down the stage steps to join everyone as the orchestra once again began playing, your secretary approached you, a visible pout on her face. When you asked what was wrong, she showed you a message between her and WonWoo, asking if he was coming. "I think he forgets that I can see when he reads my messages."

"He's probably just running late. You know he never misses a party that I throw, especially when it's a big one." You patted your pouty secretary's back as you placed your empty champagne glass down, smiling as you were approached by your former competition. "You really had to bring up the fact that you're at the top of the industry like that?" You offered the man a simple smile, using the moment to form a proper comeback.

"Oh, WonWoo is here!"

You glanced up at where your secretary was pointing at, blocking out the man's words as your attention was now on WonWoo.

WonWoo carefully made his way down the marble staircase, fixing his watch as he did. You admired his black suit that outlined every muscle on his toned body, showing off his broad shoulders and biceps. Even with the face mask on, he looked so hot to you. You felt the same feeling that you had gotten last Friday during his lap dance and strip tease, making your cheeks heat up and your panties dampen once more.

"Ms. L/N, are you even listening?" You snapped from your stare, mumbling out a measly apology as you returned your eyes back to WonWoo, meeting his eyes. His eyes flickered to see your dress, cursing softly since he couldn't see much of it. He tilted his head towards the small booths that were on the second floor, letting you know that he was going to be up there.

Waiting for you.

"We can talk later, alright?" You patted the man's back before going upstairs, following where WonWoo had just went. You knew people had been looking for you, but you didn't care in that moment. You wanted to see him in private, even if it's for a few minutes. Ever since he ate you out in the closet, WonWoo has been strictly business; he no longer flirted with you while he looked over documents with you, staying on topic no matter what. The one time you tried to bring it up, he only said "Ms. L/N, we should focus on this. It needs to be sent out by the end of the day and I don't want to be yelled at because this is an important deal."

Now that you had him alone, you wanted and needed answers. He had been in all of your dreams, making you wake up wet. You needed to know if it was a one-time thing. If he felt the same way.

You paused at the top of the stairs, looking for the man you had been thinking of, smiling when you saw him in one of the booths in the very back. You tried to calm your breathing as you made your way over to the booth, sitting down across from him as he removed his mask. "Sorry for being late, I had to find a parking spot. The only one I could find was at the top." WonWoo smiled at you as he took out his lighter, flicking it open as he lit the single candle that was on the table, adding a slight red glow to both of your faces. It looked like a romantic date; two people sitting in the back of a fancy restaurant eating a candlelight dinner while whispering and laughing over each other.

You had been having thoughts about relationships recently, mostly since after last Friday. After all of the flirting WonWoo had done, you wanted to see how much of what he had been saying was true.

"Better late than never. I thought you may now be so work focused that you couldn't make some time to celebrate with me."

WonWoo chuckled lightly at your words, fixing his glasses as he leaned back against the plush velvet seats. Sure, he had been wanting to focus more on work as he wanted to ensure that the company stayed number one as long as possible, but he would never skip an opportunity to be with you; to talk to you, possibly about last Friday.

However, you beat him to it.

"So, is this your way of telling me that you want to keep our relationship strictly professional? If so, then just let me know so I can write off what happened between us in the closet as some drunken-"

"Y/N, you and I both know we weren't drunk enough to make such a decision." WonWoo gently placed his hand onto yours, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand before he placed a gentle kiss to it. To the passing eyes downstairs, it was a simple nice gesture. But, now sitting in front of him and being able to look into his eyes, you knew that it meant more than that to him. "Everything I did that night- from the lap dance to having you in the closet on my shoulder with my face buried in your pussy while you moan my name- everything. I don't want to forget about anything, I want to show you that I'm the man you need."

You are known for taking people at face value; what they show you is what you believe, however, you aren't against doing some investigations.

"Ohh, fuck, Y/N, baby yes," WonWoo's moan echoed in the bathroom, bouncing off the walls as you moaned around his cock. Despite how many times you imagined how big he'd be numerous times throughout the last few days during your nightly sessions, you didn't think he'd be that long and thick. "Breathe through your nose baby and wrap one of your pretty little hands around my fat cock, yeah just like that." You moaned around him as he spat out a curse word, cursing lowly as your tongue ran up his cock. You looked up through your lashes at him, humming around him as he choked back a louder moan.

"Goddam, baby. You're better than I've thought about, damn." He gritted his teeth as one of his hands came down to form a ponytail in your hair, pulling you back so you were looking up at him while his cock sprung up against his stomach. You moaned at the sight of him a mess; his hair a mess from him running his hands through his hair constantly, his button up shirt open to show his chest.

"I bet you love seeing me like this. Know that I love seeing you like this after imagining it for so goddam long," he smirked as you moaned, tilting your head back more as his other hand gently cupped your jaw. "Open."

You opened your mouth, letting WonWoo roughly spit into your mouth. "That should be enough lubrication for me to fuck your pretty throat, right baby?" WonWoo chuckled deeply at your frantic nod, pushing his cock slowly back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. He waited until you were ready before he began to move his hips, allowing his cock to slowly go down your throat before moving back out. "That's it, baby. You're so good for me, aren't you? Getting on your knees for me in a bathroom at a fancy party that is being thrown for you. You must've been thinking about this alot, haven't you? Ever since last Friday in the fucking closet when I got a sweet taste of that beautiful pussy, you're all I can think about. Had to fucking jerk off into those beautiful panties of yours until they were ruined by my cum. Gonna ruin your throat next."

You moaned at his words, digging your nails into his thighs as he stilled, cumming down your throat. WonWoo bit his bottom lip as he did, groaning softly as he pulled back from your mouth, helping you up. "Did you swallow it all, baby?" You nodded, smiling as he kissed your forehead before going to clean up your appearance, WonWoo doing the same.

"You did pretty well, Y/N. Thats the first time someone has fully been able to take me down their throat," WonWoo spoke in such a nonchalant tone- as if it was something to be said over teatime. You met his eyes in the mirror, watching as he winked before he finished up fixing his suit. You couldn't help but watch the way his fingers moved, the way he carefully pushed each button in before sliding it over his clothes to make sure there were no imperfections. It was one of the things you loved about him; he always presented himself well. He helped you fix your hair and dress before walking with you back into the hallway, his hand resting on your waist as he turned you around to face him. "I think everyone is already making their ways home since we disappeared for a while," WonWoo quickly checked his watch before ushering you towards the steps he had come down from earlier, leading you to the top parking lot.

"You came on your motorcycle?" You knew that WonWoo one and would occasionally ride it when he had time, but you had never seen it. The night sky and neighboring buildings lights lit complimented the sleek black motorcycle that stood proudly in the middle of the lot, showing that he haphazardly parked it before rushing inside.

"I knew I was already running late and had to pass through lots of traffic, so I decided to." He led you closer to it, admiring the way your manicured finger ran along the seat. You hadn't seen a motorcycle up close in a while, admiring the beauty of it. It was obvious that WonWoo had taken care of the motorcycle; it was shiny, and the seat looked perfect. "Would you like to get on?" You paused at his question, asking if he was sure. "I'm sure. Have you ever gotten on one, before?" You shook your head as you carefully mounted the bike, shivering lightly as your legs made contact with the cold bike.

"So, when you're riding, you have to lean like this," WonWoo carefully moved you so your hands were on the handlebars, letting you arch your back a bit. His hand move carefully from your hands to your shoulders, then carefully down your back, resting on your lower back. He let his eyes gaze your body, admiring the fact that he had you in such a position; back arched, chest poked out, ass arched and all on his bike. He wasn't one to deny that he had some dirty fantasizes, as anyone could. One of them, however, was to have you just like this, on his motorcycle while he fucked you; call him specific but it's what sometimes got him off at night.

"WonWoo am I-" you cut yourself of with a small "oh" as you felt WonWoo's hand move to flip up the skirt of the dress, exposing your ass to him and the cold night air. He kissed his teeth as he straddled the back of the bike, pressing his hard on against your ass as he gripped your hips. You let your head fall forward slightly at the feeling of him, moaning softly as he continued to roll his hips to meet yours. "I've always wanted you like this, baby," he confessed through his gritted teeth, leaning down to bite your shoulder.

"Woo, fuck" he moaned at your nickname for him, kissing the side of your face as he cooed, rolling his hips rougher to meet your ass. He wanted you so bad, but he needed to hear you say it. He needed to hear the way you broke down at the idea of having his thick cock in you. It had to come from your lips.

"What do you want, baby? I'm right here, all you gotta do is tell me. Ask me nicely and I'll give it to you just right."

"I want you to fuck me, WonWoo, please."

Bingo.

WonWoo carefully sat back up, unzipping his pants as his other hand make quick work of your underwear, pulling it to the side. He leaned down to spit roughly onto your pussy before he grabbed his cock, mixing it in with your wetness before he pushed the head of his cock in. "WonWoo, fuck yes," you moaned out into the night air as he slowly pushed into you, slowly stretching you out as he did. He tilted his head as his hips met your ass, chuckling at the way you tried to move your hips to create some more friction. WonWoo gripped your ass as he began to move, slowly moving in and out of you as he held you still, making you mewl. "Let me make sure I stretch you out properly first, baby. Let me make this perfect pussy remember every inch of my cock."

You gripped the handle as tight as you could, moaning softly when he picked up the pace. He leaned down to kiss your shoulder, pushing up your dress more so he could hold onto you tighter. "That's good, Y/N. You feel so perfect around my cock. Am I fucking you good? Out here moaning in public like people in the neighboring buildings can't look out and see you begging for my cock while on my motorcycle."

WonWoo leaned down to press his chest to your back as he sped up, cursing as he listened to the kickstand scratch against the parking garage floor, then tossed his head back when you began to fuck yourself back onto him. Despite the small amount of room he had, WonWoo made sure to go as deep as he could and as fast as he could, easing you to your orgasm. He leaned down to play with your clit, kissing your neck softly as he moaned as you tighter around him, making him dizzy. "Cum with me, Y/N. Cum on my cock while I fill you up, fill up this pretty pussy with my cum, my pussy now, oh fuck-" His voice got deeper as he spoke, tilting your head to meet his in a messy kiss as his hips moved faster, slamming his hips against yours as he came. You moaned at the warm feeling, pecking his lips before pulling back to catch your breath, resting your head against the front of the bike.

"Come home with me, Y/N," You opened your eyes to see WonWoo leaning back, his head tossed back as he enjoyed the cold night air that calmed his senses. "I don't want to let you go yet and I'm personally big on aftercare, so..." he chuckled before meeting you in a sweet kiss. You smiled against his lips, sitting up carefully as you nodded. You weren't opposed to waking up in his arms, feeding into your relationship fantasy with him.

When you tried to get off the bike so he could get in front, he stopped you, gripping your hips as he fixed your dress. "I'm taking you home on this. But, you're going to be the one in front." You tried to object as he pressed his chest to your back, having you sit up correctly before kicking the motorcycle to life. "Don't be nervous, I'll do most of the maneuvers, just hold on tight." He placed a sweet kiss to your forehead before he kicked away that stand, beginning to drive home.

Thursday 3am

All you knew was that your mouth was dry, and you needed water.

You sat up from the bed, rubbing your eyes as you tried to adjust to the dimly lit room. You barely remembered what happened when you entered WonWoo's apartment; just his glasses being removed from his face and multiple rounds in the kitchen before moving to the bedroom, then taking a sweet shower and falling asleep in each other's arms.

You carefully removed yourself from WonWoo's grasp, slipping down his black silk sheets to the edge of the bed before carefully standing up, making your way to the kitchen. You carefully opened the matte black fridge, grabbing one of his water bottles before taking a sip as you admired the scenery. His apartment had a gorgeous view of the sky, letting you admire all the stars along with the moon. It was a view you could get used to, if he would allow it.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

You turned to see a bare torso WonWoo enter the kitchen, his hair a mess from your hands pulling at it. He pushed his glasses back up his nose as he reached into the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle as well before leaning against the counter, the open fridge illuminating his body; his chest that had scratch marks on it (with matching ones on his back), his sweatpants that hung low on his hips, his neck with faint hickies and lipstick marks on it. He looked beautiful.

He gently wrapped his arms around after he finished his water bottle, pulling you against his chest as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, swaying side to side with you. The only sound that filled the moment was the sound of the AC and his heartbeat, calming your thoughts as he rubbed your back. You noticed that ever since he got you back into his home, he had been catering to you; mentioning how you were now his, how he would never let you go. Even though he hadn't said it, you knew he wanted to ask you out but was still holding back. You nuzzled your head into his chest, closing your eyes as he let out a soft sigh, obviously enjoying having you close. You wanted more, though; you wanted it every night after a long day of work, after you come home from a business trip.

You wanted it just as badly as he did.

"Are you free after work, WonWoo?" You glanced up at him as he hummed in response, asking why you wanted to know. You took a deep breath before murmuring out "Do you want to go out for dinner?"

"I was supposed to ask you that first, but I was going to wait until morning to do so. Looks like you keep beating me to it," he chuckled before nodding. "But yes, I would love to."

You smiled at his words, letting him lead you back to bed before laying against his chest once more. "Sleep well, baby. I'll make sure to make breakfast before we have to head into the office as a way of saying thank you."

"For what, WonWoo?" You asked, already slipping into sleep at the sound of his heartbeat and comforting sheets. He placed a kiss onto your forehead before sighing happily, tossing his head back to rest against the pillow as he also fell asleep. "For letting me show you how much of a man I can be... for letting me show you how much I love you."

Thursday 6pm

"Alright, Mingyu, we'll go over the trade deal when you get back, ok?"

You smiled as you hung up the phone, relaxing against the chair as you stretched. You had been busy all day since you got in and hadn't had a moment to yourself. While you loved being at the top, you hated how busy it made things.

When a knock came to your door, you peered open one of your eyes to see WonWoo peaking his head in, smiling softly before slipping into the room, locking the door behind him. "I can finally see you, baby. Are you excited for dinner?" He moved to stand in front of you, gently massaging your shoulders. You nodded, gently shutting your eyes once more at his touch. He leaned down to kiss you softly, picking you up to place you onto the desk as his lips moved down to your neck, making you grip his shoulders. "What about dinner, WonWoo?" you asked as he sunk to his knees in front of you, placing kisses onto your ankles before placing it onto his shoulders with a grin on his face.

"The reservation is at 8. We have time for appetizer." He chuckled, placing a kiss onto your thigh before he dove right in, moaning softly as you placed your hands into his hair. "Well then, eat up."

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