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leighsartworks216 · 8 months

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You Hate Me

Astarion x gn!Tav/Reader

Sooooo I wrote this one morning when even just laying down had my knees hurting and I was like,, well what if Tav had that too? Also inspired by the fact I get to campus an hour early and still try to rush to the (empty) classroom instead of, ya know, taking advantage of the huge time buffer I give myself

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of joint pain, insecurity, crying, possibly OOC, clown mention

Word Count: 1,545

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Just a bit further. A little further and then you could rest. If you make it to that tree - make it to that tree and you can sit down. Just a bit left to go.

It started almost a week ago. Unable to cope with all the traveling, your right knee started bothering you. With every step you could feel your kneecap shifting back and forth with a dull click. Then, it started to hurt. Nothing serious. If you walked slow enough, you could avoid it. But now every step sent shocks of pain up your entire leg. Your left knee joined the party this morning, removing any sense of relief you had while walking. Even sitting down didn't remove the pain, but you couldn't afford a day off.

Your companions noticed the changes, despite your best effort not to show any outward discomfort. You moved slower, the occasional grimace slipped through, they weren't traveling quite as far. You consider asking Shadowheart for anything that could ease the pain, but you already knew there was little she could do to help. So you grit your teeth and kept going.

Your foot stepped on uneven ground and you nearly dropped from the agony that shot through your whole body. Karlach worried you might actually just collapse. But you kept going.

Astarion couldn't bear it. None of them could - they hated seeing their intrepid leader fight their own body just to go a few more feet - but your struggle settled like a boulder in his stomach. Every time your face scrunched up, every hiss of your sharp inhales, felt like someone had stabbed a knife in his chest and was twisting it ever deeper. He hated the feeling.

With only a few long strides, he slipped from the back of the group to the front, walking alongside you. He had to change his normal gait just so he didn't surpass you. "Darling," he hummed quietly, just loud enough to keep the conversation between you two, "you should rest."

You shook your head. You didn't even spare him a glance. Your eyes didn't shift from the tree. "We're almost there," you dismiss. It's slightly breathless. Despite needing to walk slow to avoid the pain, you were pushing to go faster.

He tsked. "And how far do we still have left to go?" He tilted his head as he looked at you, already knowing whatever distance you said would be too far.

You nodded to a tree dead ahead. "Once we reach that birch, we can rest."

"That birch?" He pointed. "The birch tree that's nearly half a mile away?"

He could feel you bristle with his incredulous tone, but you didn't say anything.

He scoffed. "My dear, I can be stubborn at the best of times, but this is ridiculous! You're barely staying upright as it is."

"I'm fine-"

"No, you're not," he sharply cuts you off. He grabs your arm and pulls you to a stop, holding you there with enough force that you wouldn't slip out and keep going. You refuse to look at him even now. "You're wincing, your hands have been clenched for the last mile, and you keep stumbling. The tree will still be there if you just sit down for a minute."

The rest of the party watches from a distance. Far enough away they can just make out what Astarion's saying, especially as his voice rises in pitch the more frustrated he gets.

Standing still hurts. It's hard to say if it hurts more or less than walking; it just hurts. Your face is pinched as sharp jolts run up through your joints, like someone is poking you with a sewing needle. Walking, you decide, must be better than this.

"It's not that far," you insist, voice low. "And when we get there, we can-"

"Gods above, you're impossible! Fine. Fine! You want to get to that tree, fine." He lets go of your arm.

Before you can even take a step, he's sweeping you into his arms, supporting you with one arm under your back and the other hooked under your knees. The pressure hurts for a moment, but it quickly fades away. The lingering aches are from pushing yourself too hard. He begins marching once more toward your end goal.

You want to shout, to demand he put you down. But when you look up at his face, his eyes are sharper than usual, lips pulled into a tight frown and crease forming between his eyebrows. He's angry.

He's angry with you.

The words die in your throat. You hate being so dependent. You were the leader - you needed to be strong and fearless and without weakness. To receive help feels like someone plunging their hand between your ribs and stealing away a chunk of your worth. But seeing Astarion upset, upset with you, that stings far worse.

You avoid looking over his shoulder. You could just imagine their faces. How Lae'zel would scowl at you for being weak. How Gale's face would turn somber when he realizes you're not as capable as he thought. You couldn't bear it. So you press your forehead to Astarion's neck and stare at your lap.

There's an unwelcome burn at the back of your eyes. Shame floods your chest and crawls up your throat until it chokes you. Water pools along your lower lids and blurs your vision. You can't walk and now you're going to cry. Just how fucking pathetic can you be?

Astarion's head shifts and you can tell he's trying to look down at you. He's trying to see your face. Because he can feel you shaking in his arms. He can hear your lungs quivering as your breaths become uneven and choppy. You press your closed eyes against his throat and he can feel the hot tears against his skin.

His frown softens, though you can't see it. He slows down to a stop and tells the others to go on ahead, to the birch tree just there, and start working on setting up camp, but all you can hear is your heart pounding in your ears. Their faces become fraught with worry; Karlach is the last to go. She still looks back once or twice. Astarion finds a suitable rock and he sits.

"Shh, sweet thing," he cooes, voice no louder than a whisper. His arm around your back pulls you into his shoulder, hand tangling in your hair as he cradles you. His other hand rubs soothing circles along your thigh. You gasp around a sob, body curling further into itself, into him, as you release your emotions. "It's alright."

You strangle out an apology. It's wet and croaky and painful.

"Whatever for?" he asks.

"You're mad at me," you whimper.

He huffs. The frustration from before rises in him again just thinking about it. "Yes, I am."

He feels your breath catch in your throat, and the heaving breath you take after. "You hate me."

Astarion laughs, short and sharp. "Why would I hate you, dear? Because you're too stubborn for your own good?" You don't have a response for him. He kisses your head, wherever he can reach. "I'm mad because you put yourself out trying to solve all of our issues, but the moment you have one of your own, you refuse any help. You're going to tear yourself apart."

He sighs and rests his cheek atop your head. His fingers rub the nape of your neck, gently tugging at the hair there. You carry so much tension, it's a wonder your muscles haven't locked up from the stress.

Time passes slowly in his arms. It seems to take forever before you start to calm down, and even longer before your eyes have dried. He does nothing to speed the process aside from gently hush you when you try to choke out apologies.

You sniffle quietly. Your eyes are raw, and you're all too aware of the stain of water you've left on the vampire's neck. When you speak, it's a painful creak in your vocal chords. "You don't hate me?"

He presses another kiss to your head. "No, love, I don't hate you. Not unless you've done something truly horrific, like invite a clown to show up at camp in the middle of the night." You chuckle weakly. It's such sweet music. "Gods forbid you start donating to charity." You laugh this time, and Astarion's chuckle vibrates against your ear.

His fingers detangle themselves from your hair with one last gentle tug, and his arm wraps around your back once more. As though you weigh no more than one of his pillows, he stands once more with you in his safe grasp, and begins heading for camp. He can see Karlach up ahead light up when she sees you're finally on your way.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I just feel so... useless, like this."

"Please, stop apologizing," he begs, dramatically. "Just say 'thank you' and we can move on."

You peel your face from his skin, dried tears sticking you together. You wince at how disgusting this must be for him. You lean up and kiss his cheek. He smiles at the affection. "Thank you."

Softer, he says, "Of course, my love."

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occamstfs · 2 months

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Diet Diaries

Hi all! Thank you so much for 500 followers! Here's a little style switch up to celebrate, got a lotta refs in this one and I quite leaned into the diary entries so I hope it's not too much! Hope y'all enjoy this stereotype reversal and as always, best! -Occam

Monday March 21st-

Andy:

I am beyond sick of Steve. Moving in together was a mistake, I don’t care how cheap the rent is, he is a narcissistic slob and I am eager to never see him again. Well no, I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. Our R.A. had this idea to try and walk in each other's shoes, which I don’t know? It might not be the worst thing? My big idea was switching diets actually- honestly I’m just hoping if he ate more like me he’ll stop stinking up the dorm. I can dream at least. Literally though he just can’t go to the gym as often if he eats like me. If I'm lucky at the very least his deodorant will last longer, I cannot take another day of his b.o. seeping through the walls, ugh! Anyway, wish me luck! I’m sure this will be a breeze for me, he usually just eats junk anyway, hope he enjoys my salads~

Steve:

Andy that little fucker. He was being such a little bitch to James and now I’ve gotta eat his rabbit food for a week or lose this bet or whatever. Steve don’t lose tho. Lil twink’s gotta eat whatever I make him too and you can bet your ass I’m gonna make him match my macros if I’ve gotta starve myself like he wants. Fuck! This shit is going to absolutely tank my routine! I’ve gotta make Andy give up. I’m gonna go so hard on him he’ll have to hit weights if he doesn't want to blow up like a pig. Maybe then he’ll stop bitching any time I don’t fucking shower every time I get back home.

Tuesday March 22nd-

Andy:

My Lord! He is trying to kill me! I don’t know how anyone could consistently eat as much as he’s telling me to. I’m so bloated from all this food.. He looks so smug every time he tells me to keep eating, I’m sure he doesn’t eat like this. He’s just trying to break me but I’m not going to let him win this easy.

Ugh, I feel so bloated my pants are so tight on my waist. I didn’t think meat sweats were a thing but man I am needing to put on deodorant like twice a day now and I’m not even exercising. I will say that now that I’m eating so much, I don’t hate the idea of going to the gym. It’s been a while since I went but I should probably at least hit up the treadmill lest I get even more of a gut- maybe I’ll see if he wants to go tomorrow. This is all just an exercise to understand each other more after all, no need to make it a stupid competition like he wants eh~

Steve:

Fuck! I am so tired of Andy’s pussy-ass diet. I had absolutely no energy at the gym today, I told all my bros that I was just gonna take it easy but fuck! I really was working my ass off and I struggled to even meet a PR I set last week. It was supposed to be a push day and I didn’t even get a chest pump! Why the fuck am I still going. I’m abso-fucking-lutely not getting gains on his fuckin’ bitch-ass salads and oats.

Eatin’ like a fucking twink and the fucker has the nerve to ask to go to the gym with me tomorrow. I’ll make sure he regrets that >:) Gonna work him like a horse so he’ll throw in the towel! After feeling how sore actually working on yourself makes ya, he might actually learn something. I’ll turn in early so I can go all out and show him what a real man looks like.

Wednesday March 23rd-

Andrew:

Man! I totally get why Steven eats so much now~ I am absolutely raring to go and get this; He said I could go to the gym with him today! He even seemed like he wanted me to go with him! I feel like I have more energy than I’ve ever had before, I might even try some weights!! I don’t know but I’m so excited! It’s like I can feel my chest and biceps begging me to go and hit some iron haha! Or whatever those “bros” say~ I hope he’s got something good planned for lunch because I fuck Sorry! I just want to show him that I can do all this dude stuff too! I’m a man right? I guess all this protein is making me feel more like a man than usual idk. Either way though I’m ready to go! Hope we have some fun!

Steven:

That bitch’s fuckin’ fru fru salads are ruining my PR’s for sure! I bet he knew that when he begged me to take him to the gym today, knew it was the only time he could show off to me was when I’m so out of it. And he didn't! Just to be clear I could still wipe the floor with him even if I’m not at my A-game. Ugh, I do gotta hand it to the little fucker though. I KNOW he hasn’t even really set foot in a gym before but man. Beginners luck my ass, as soon as I showed him a technique he lifted like he’s been doing it his whole life! It’s like I could see his pecs and tris swelling up with each lift. Not that I was staring at the bitch or anything but he’s just I just need this fuckin’ diet thing to end so I can get back to my grind, I guess I wouldn’t hate taking him to the gym more often, would be hot to make a bitch into a bro Fuck! What am I writing, I just need to lift again.

Thursday March 24th-

Andrew:

Bro! Weird? Whatever, I am absolutely on fire! Steven’s diet is absolutely killer! I don’t know how it’s working so well but man I couldn’t care less, I felt like a pro in there! My coaches in school would always shit on me for not trying but man! I was barely trying yesterday but I could tell from the look on Steven’s face that I was acing it! I guess I’ll have to admit to him that he is definitely onto something with his macros but man, not until he gives up haha! Man, I need to chill haha, it’s not like I’m any stronger than I was Monday but man, looking at myself in the mirror it just seems like my clothes are just fitting better. Catching on my chest rather than my stomach y’know? I’ve never noticed that there is muscle on my arms before but man the way my sleeves are kinda hugging my biceps mm. I need to chill haha! Can’t use all my energy before hitting the gym again today!

OH! Also totally weird, I’ve had to shave twice this week! Once last night and then again this morning which is so weird! I’m not complaining though, it’s not like I wouldnt look hot with a beard right? Although my face is a little itchy already, my chest too? Whatever though haha! Time to head back to the grind lol!

Steven:

God!! Andy Andrew is being such an asshole! He’s clogging the sink shaving which I know he would so be on my ass if I had done that. Wait, he did get on my ass for shaving! But it hasn’t been a problem this week, it’s like I’m not even growing stubble for some reason? Probably from not working so hard at the gym, is that how that works? Whatever it’ll be over as soon as this stupid diet thing is. We’re halfway through now. Thank God! Because that fucking twink is starting to stink up the dorm which again!! He was such a little bitch all the time to me about that! It’s like he’s literally stopped using deodorant as soon as he started needing it! He’s never exerted himself in his life and now that his pits are sweating at all he’s suddenly allergic to hygiene, ugh! I saw last night too the fucker fell asleep with his head in his pit too so it’s not like he doesn’t know it.

It was a little surprising actually, cause I would’ve sworn he was hairless like one of those freak cats but man his pit was as thick as my pubes! Thicker maybe, uh? Man I wish I could get that image out of my head, it’s like the tuft was pushing out further each time he inhaled, man that’s kinda hot? Fuck! I swear this twink-ass diet is making me think like him too. I need to sneak to the gym later, without him. I cannot have him getting ahead even while I’m still on his chickenshit diet.

Friday March 25th-

Steven:

Ah!! That Little bitch! He was already at the gym when I got there! Ugh! It makes me want to punch a wall, or fight him. Or something I dont know! It’s just, he was lifting my body weight on the bench when he saw me, it was so ho ugh! It doesn’t matter what it was, I can’t stop thinking of that smug look on his face- what I would give to wipe it off… That absolute prick knew what he was doing. Ugh, speaking of pricks! He may as well have not been wearing shorts at all by how much his cock was showing through them.

I knew my meal prepping was fucking tight but man, I can’t believe hot its made him. It just really fucking turns me on, or no its such a turn on for chicks. Yeah. Whatever. I need this bet to end already. Clearly he’s totally obsessed with my lifestyle so he should just admit it already! Also, hate to say it, but to Andrew’s credit his diet ain't too bad either. I’d never tell him this, and it is all a little emasculating but my skin has never looked this good. I’m not even doing skincare or anything but it’s like I’ve been on a routine for years, it’s crazy! It’s still ruining my upper gains but man, my ass looks so good it's crazy..

Oh also re: facial hair, I woke up this morning and could’ve sworn I used to have chest hair but now it looks like I’ve got just a little left around my nipples and leading up from my pubes? I might go ahead and shave those too, might as well be totally smooth like a chick right haha, I wonder what Andrew would think? I need to chill haha, maybe I’ll go see if he’s still at the gym~

Andrew:

Fuuuuck dude lol. I should’ve started hitting up the gym ages ago. Don’t know what I was even wasting time on before I started doing twice-a-days? Studying I guess but I can figure that shit stuff out hm. Fuck it is so much better to be strong than a dweeb. Every set it feels like I’m just busting out new PR’s! Gonna need to buy new clothes though cause I am absolutely tearing up my crop tops, my twinky little wardrobe just isn’t cutting it anymore. Maybe Steven’d be down for a clothes swap, I’ve seen him eying up my fits all week, god knows he’ll fit them better lol. Oh haha, and speaking of him eying things up >:) You should’ve seen his little face blush when he walked into the gym this morning! He looked so pissed at me lol, but I’m not gonna grab him to come along every time I need to get some sets in right? It was pretty embarrassing for him yesterday anyway, the way I showed him up lol. I’m not just gonna sit around and watch him not lift weights when I can figure this shit out myself, thought it was supposed to be his thing though lol.

Mm, saying that though, I def didn’t hate having a little audience from his treadmill. God, his blushing face as he stared directly at my work-out chub. Fuck, it really got me going. It really helped my sets too haha. Maybe I should hit him up lol, I can tell how bad he wants me >:)

Saturday March 26th-

Stevie:

Ugh! That douche is walking around the dorm completely shirtless! Do you know what it’s like to have an oaf flexing away across the room from you 24/7! He knows what he’s doing, and thank god my dick isn’t showing through my shorts like I thought it usually does because he might literally pounce on me then-

Ugh! I didn’t even mention this morning. I literally woke up to him jacking off his morning wood! Do you know what a bitch-fit he would have thrown if I did that! He would’ve filed a police report, probably the dweeb, or. I guess I could too?? But it was just so fucking hot. I tried to pretend I was asleep, but he totally caught me. He literally smirked and made eye contact as he finished too- thank god he didn’t see my boner as he asked if I wanted to clean up his mess. He’s such an ass!

I still have a boner now actually, it’s his B.O. driving me actually crazy! It’s like I can’t think near him if he’s going to stink this bad god.. Oh, he’s doing pullups on the door frame fuck. He’s supposed to be hairless but I see sweat dripping from his pits god I can't. God with each pull up his chest looks even more powerful. His cock is bobbing up and down in his pants and I can not look away. Fuck it’s getting even bigger. I’m supposed to be the strong one right? It’s not, fuck. This isn’t right. He just so fucking, god that body, I need him-

And Drew:

Heh. I knew that fucking twink couldn’t resist me. Every little thing I do wraps him even tighter around my finger. Every flex and smirk turns him on even more I bet he can’t even think straight the way his little dick is losing it in his briefs- I took all his jocks since I’m sure he would need them anymore. Bet the little bitch didn’t even remember they were his.

Might as well have been drooling when he saw me jacking my cock this morning lol, surprised he didn’t take me up on the offer to lick up the mess. I know he wanted to lol. He’ll get the chance soon enough though >:) God it’s a two-way street though. That fucking twink is so fuckable now, thank god he doesn’t need to shave anymore, don’t want his peachfuzz scratching my cock cause god that mouth is so fuckable now.. To say nothing of his fucking juicy ass, god! I’ve been working out in the room all morning waiting for him to give in and ask me to fuck him, idk if I can hold it in much longer. I might need to jack it again, my balls are bluer than I ever thought they could be, fuck. It’s like they're sore. Ugh I feel them getting heavier, heh, that little fucker cant resist though. God I feel precum starting to pool in my jock. If I put my pit within a foot of his face I give him five before he can’t help but shove his face in. I need to fuck him, but as if I’m going to let him see how desperate I am. Stevie that little fucker. He’ll be riding my cock any second now.

Sunday March 27th-

Stevie:

Fuck <3 !! He finally fucked me!! God, it was like nothing I’ve experienced before~ His cock was like a beer can and goddd the scratch of his beard as we were making out.. Hehe if I keep thinking about him I might just cum again right now! He can fully toss my body like a ragdoll and I’d thank him ugh! He’s just so hot, and to think he wants to fuck me!! Ah~ I’ll need to keep myself pretty so he won’t get tired of me hehe! Not that it’ll be a problem, I just need to keep on his diet, God who knew it would be this good! I don’t even remember whatever problems we had before all this and I can’t imagine anything better than getting fucked by him <3 Ah! He he~ He’s staring at my ass right now so I guess it’s time for another round! Can’t thank our R.A. enough for this idea, well he he I’ve got an idea for how to thank him, oh! Drew’s ripped off his jock! Wish me luck he he~

Drew:

My little bitch is so tight, fuck. I’m surprised he can even take my cock but god can he ride it. Gonna have a hard time taking a break from fucking him to even hit the gym. Need to make sure the twink keeps up the diet tho or we’ll have an issue. Be sure to make him come to the gym whenever I do, if not to tighten up then to watch me heh. Won’t hate fucking him in the locker room too. Mm, God his fucking tiny body makes me feel so powerful. And I fucking am. God my bis are the size of his thick thighs, fuck his ass. My cock is straining my jock just thinking about it. His tiny waist ugh, I need my sweaty body over him now. Not like he’ll mind, the horny fucker. Mmm hope he’s ready to take my cock, bet his mouth is already watering heh. Pop my pecs at him and he’ll struggle not to cum on the spot, he better keep it together until I let him though. Can’t be having my bitch blow his load that fast. Thank fuck he’s chilled out finally, though I guess my cock’ll work wonders on anyone >:) speaking of it’s about that time again. Hope he’s ready for some more action, hate to have to find another hole.

#male tf #mental change #masculinization #twinkification #jockification #straight to gay

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dotster001 · 3 months

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Leech Vs Morality

Summary: Jade x gn!reader When paired off with Jade for a class, the two of you have a debate about morality.

A/N: dedicated to my pookie wookie @tiyoin who has Jade leech brain rot right now. I present you with one of the few moments you will ever fluster Jade Leech 😁.

You were paired up with the second years in potions today. The love potion you would be making was extremely complex, so Crewel had thought it safer to have an older student guide you.

You winced as you watched Floyd bouncing off the walls while Jack stared straight ahead. Poor guy got stuck with a rough partner.

Meanwhile, your partner was a little too good at this potion. But you weren't going to think about it.

“And done. Excellent work, partner,” Jade beamed at you. It had taken ten minutes to complete it, and he'd finished like it was nothing. All your classmates were still on step two. You weren't going to think about it.

“Thanks for the help, Jade,” you sighed, slouching in your seat.

“It was no problem.”

You sat in silence for a moment, until Jade broke the silence.

“You look like you have something you want to ask.”

You thought for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah. Why did we make this?”

“Love potions are an important staple in potion making.”

“But why?”

He laughed lightly, “I'm not sure I follow.”

“Well, aren't love potions unethical?”

He froze, the atmosphere between the two of you becoming tense.

“Unethical?” He laughed hoarsely.

“Yeah. You're forcing someone who wants nothing to do with you, to love you.”

“I wouldn't use the word unethical, perse..”

Was he sweating? He looked clammy.

“Why not?”

“Well, a love potion doesn't last forever. So if you want the object of your affections to love you, you either need to invest a lot of money into making potions forever, or you need to figure out how to get them to love you in the time limit. Simply put, it is getting your fin in the door.”

“But it's still a love born on lies, and the abuse of free will!”

He slowly pulled out his phone, his expression had long since turned back to normal, but his typing was hurried.

“They're quite common around here. If someone were to use one on you…” he trailed off, his brow quirked in amusement.

You stared at him, not nearly as amused as he was.

“They would never have a chance of me even speaking to them once it wore off,” you said firmly.

“Hmm.”

His phone rang, and he stood up.

“That's Azul. I have to take this.” Without waiting for your response, he left the room in a rush, hurriedly saying something in a language you didn't recognize.

“What'd you say to upset Jade so bad?”

You shrieked. You had been so focused on Jade leaving, that you hadn't noticed Floyd take his seat.

“I didn't say anything! And what do you mean upset, he looks fine!”

“Nah. He's upset. I can tell. Absolutely devastated,” Floyd grinned excitedly. “So, spill! What was it?”

“All we were doing was debating whether love potions are ethical or not!”

Floyd burst into laughter.

“What's so funny?” You snapped.

“You're just so adorable, Shrimpy. Gotta be careful about that, or some shark is gonna eat you up-”

He was yanked from the chair, and you started as Jade held him an inch off the floor, by the collar.

“Fufu, Floyd,” his tone was a warning. Of what you didn't know, but you were a little too scared to ask.

“Jade,” Floyd responded with a giggle.

“Don't you have your own partner to assist?”

“Just lookin out for my brother, that's all!”

Jade set him down, and Floyd threw you a wink, before skipping back over to Jack, who mouthed you the word, ‘help’.

Jade sat in his chair, and scooted closer to you.

“So, Y/N. If someone were to win your heart, without a love potion, how would they do it?”

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Tag list- @eccedentesiast-sapphic @leoll @pikeru565

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech

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theminecraftbee · 6 months

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Jimmy and Martyn lie, side-by-side, flat on their backs. They stare at the sky together.

"So," Jimmy says.

"So," Martyn says back.

"I mean, it's not like we didn't see this coming," Jimmy says. "I'm just saying. I'm just saying."

"Oh, yeah, sure. I mean, walking off the world into the void, a bit embarrassing and painful, that, but this has been coming since day one," Martyn agrees.

"And I mean, well, I'm me. Sort of stupid to go fight the dragon, isn't it?"

"I mean, at least you actually fought the dragon."

"Barely."

"Hah, yeah, you're right. Barely."

They remain lying flat on their backs. A star streaks across the sky. Jimmy considers wishing on it, but then figures he'll let Martyn do any wishing. Honestly, he seems to need it more. He's been sort of just sad since day one. On Jimmy's front, if it's going to happen, it'll just... happen. He's learned to live with that, almost.

Still stings, and he hasn't quite learned to live with it, but...

They're silent for a bit.

"You know, actually, this is normally the part of the game where I'm ready to start killing people," Martyn says conversationally. "I bet a lot of people are real scared right now. I'm a tricky bastard, and besides, it's not like we have another void to fall into now."

"Oh, good, because no one's scared of me," Jimmy says. "Also, you know, I don't really feel like killing anyone? I've never been good at that, the whole killing thing, though."

Martyn snorts. "That you aren't."

"Rude."

Another star streaks by. This time, Jimmy goes ahead and makes a wish: if it's going to happen again, he lasts as long as he can, and then everyone goes all at once. It's a silly wish. It won't happen. Not with so many people still green, it won't.

He's just...

"I'm not any good at killing, but I don't even feel a bit of the bloodlust, actually," Jimmy says.

"Yeah, me neither," admits Martyn.

"Just feel tired, mostly."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Huh. You know, I've got to say, I'm pretty tired as well."

Jimmy finally turns to look at Martyn instead of the stars. Flecks of void dance across his fingers, but Martyn's still looking skyward.

"Is it weird that we're tired instead of wanting to kill folks, you reckon?"

"Nah," Martyn says. "Think this is just a new way to make us do it."

Jimmy's not sure he really knows what Martyn means by that, but since he's never been much of a killer, he decides he won't say as much. Maybe Martyn understands what's going on better than Jimmy. Jimmy, however, thinks that the exhaustion isn't any kind of trick to get them to kill at all. They don't need a trick; they just need tasks.

Jimmy thinks the exhaustion is just being tired.

Gods know he's been tired for a while now.

Another star streaks by. Quick, and then all of them at once, he thinks. Quick, then all of them at once.

#secret life smp #secret life spoilers #jimmy solidarity #martyn inthelittlewood #a bee fic #i am thinking a fair bit about what grian said on the red name tasks huh.

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bluecollarmcandtf · 3 months

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My Found Family

I never grew up with the luxury of family. As an orphan, my childhood was lacking to say the least, and it left me jealous of any kid with caring fathers and siblings. That's why I had to find my family. Nobody's perfect, but with a little reconditioning, I've trained them to be exactly what I was looking for.

This guy is now my father...

"Breakfast is ready, boys!" I call, using my lower register like I'm supposed to, "Whoops! I mean bacon-fest!"

Guttural laughter comes from my stomach even though I don't find my joke that funny. Bad jokes like this have sort of become my personality lately. In fact, my whole life has transformed over the last couple days. A week ago, I would've never imagined myself strolling around my house in nothing but underwear and a robe! My standards for style seem to have vanished along with pretty much every other part of my old way of being.

It happened three days ago at a grocery store, when I ran into this guy in the produce section. He caught me examining avocados for ripeness and walked right up, beginning to talk like we'd known each other for years.

It was all a bit bizarre, but I found myself unable to turn away. He was explaining my life to myself. Well, not my life, but the one he wanted me to live, the one I was meant to live, and I hung on his every word. He was maybe six years younger than myself, but I was to be his new daddy. It was a role I was proud to fill.

"Here you are, son," I grin widely, unable to contain the feelings of pride I have as he walks into the room.

"Thanks, old man," he answers and grabs the plate gratefully.

For a moment, I stand there and stare. My heart beats for my boy as he tears apart the food I made for him. My paternal instincts have been working overtime lately. I can't help but love that boy with every fatherly fiber of my being.

It doesn't matter that I never wanted kids before. Previously, I'd wanted to remain a bachelor forever, but I have them now, and it couldn't feel more perfect.

With a content grin, I turn back to the sizzling bacon and think about my day. Things I used to hate were now what I looked forward to; mowing the lawn, washing the car, cleaning the gutters. I have a full day of work ahead of me to keep this house in tip top shape. Of course, I'll do it all with an ice cold beer in my hand. I never had a taste for the stuff, but my boy thinks I should grow a bit more of a gut.

I know what I say goes around here, but I could never say no to my favorite son...

I obviously have dad wrapped around my finger, but he's not the only member of this family. This next dude is my new big bro...

"Fuck yeah," I grunt and sniff up the ripe stench under my arm, "Smells like a real fuckin' man!"

I toss the barbell down, finishing a new personal record on the bench press and I couldn't feel more pumped. My tank top and sweat pants are drenched with sweat, but I love bein' a nasty gym rat: at least, I do now.

A week ago I was waiting tables at this fancy restaurant, when one of the customers got to talking with me. He was sitting alone and looked kinda sad, so I tried to be friendly and I'm sure glad I did! I got a whole new family out of it. He made me quit my job and move into this sweet place. Now I'm his big brother!

Of course, like all big bro's, I'm supposed to work out in the garage all day. I was never one for weights, but I couldn't imagine my life without them anymore. I like to push my limits and get all hot and sweaty. Then I march around the house flexing and farting all over the place. It's not the most refined thing in the world, but my bro explained to me how much I don't care about hygiene and all that crap.

"Wassup, little man," I call as he saunters in.

"Nothing much," he answers, staring at my arms while I show off my biceps.

"Alright, get out of my space. I'm tryin' to work out," I snarl, acting as tough as possible, "Do I need to wrestle you again to prove my point?"

I definitely didn't used to be like this. I used to be the most polite and approachable guy in the world, always chatting random people up, but that guy's gone. My bro got rid of him and his old family. This new family is the only one I'm interested in now, even if I'm not supposed to show it. I'm supposed to be muscular, rude, and gross. It's who I am now.

"Alright, I'll leave you to it," he replies, "You can wrestle me though."

"I will," I frown, flexing even harder, "And this time, I'll win!"

Whenever we wrestle, I always end up with the urge to let him win. It sucks because I could easily beat him, and I should put him in his place, but for some reason, I just know I have to let him win. He just deserves it I guess.

I give him an intense glare and then return to my weights. These arms aren't going to pump themselves...

My big bro always makes my legs quiver, but I love seeing how cocky he can get. Of course, he'll never out wrestle me no matter how big he gets. I programmed him to let me win. Just like I programmed the breadwinner of the bunch...

A short groan rumbles from my lips. For some reason, everything has been disappointing me lately: my sons, my husband, my job has all been leaving me grumpy and frustrated. Even the channels on the TV aggravate the living hell out of me. I have to fight the urge to chuck the remote across the room.

"How was your day, honey," my husband asks, walking into the room and handing me a beer.

"Great," I moan without any emotion.

Everything's been changing so fast lately, and I couldn't be more over it. I was married to my work, busting ass for years to get promotion after promotion, and I had a job I loved that paid extremely well. I couldn't be more happy, even if I was the only unmarried guy in the office. I didn't mind. I loved my bowling league and my solo trips to Vegas too much to settle down.

Then I met him, my son. Well, he wasn't my son at the time, but after talking, I quickly realized who he was and who I was to him. I'm the head of the household, the disciplinarian, the breadwinner. At least, that's who I've become.

"What's for dinner?" I grunt, peeling my eyes away from the TV.

Looking at my husband, odd feelings bubble up. I used to know him as my neighbor, a nice enough guy, but now I'm married to him. It all happened so fast. He's changed too recently, I think. The guy I knew a week ago would've never walked around all day in a robe and underwear.

His hand reaches out and holds my own, "Steak and potatoes if that's alright with you."

I grunt in agreement, turning back to the TV. My husband's presence stirs my cock to life, straining my member against my work slacks.

This is another new development.

Until now, I'd never had a gay bone in my body. In some ways, I still don't, but my son explained how I should feel about my husband. I should love him, I should be turned on by him, and I should get it on with him. He's right, I suppose.

"Hey, I could use a blow job before you get cooking," I gesture to the thick tent in my pants.

My husband pauses for a moment like he's unsure of what to do, but then it comes to him, "Of course, babe, but we need to be quiet. Both of our boys are home right now."

"Don't worry about it. If they walk in without knocking they'll get the belt," I snort as my husband gets on his knees in front of me.

"You shouldn't be so hard on-" before he can finish, I've shoved his face into my crotch.

Somehow, I know I can be rough with him, just like I can be rough with our sons. I'm the man of the house after all. Within seconds I'm grunting in pleasure while staring at the evening news broadcast. For some reason, I always find myself watching it and complaining about current events. It's just who I am now..

I grin, sneaking a peak at my two dad's going at it in the living room like the good little couple they are. My new family couldn't be more perfect, but no family is complete without the dog...

"Ruff!" I bark, gleefully scampering over to the bowl of food that was just placed on the floor.

Without hesitating, I shove my face into the bowl, sending the little pellets flying everywhere. They taste like cardboard, but for some reason, I can't get enough of them! I've done nothing but drool and whine for the last hour while the real humans eat their dinner at the table.

"That's a good boy," a voice coos, and I feel fingers running through the hair on my head.

I can barely acknowledge being petted. I know I'm supposed to act like a hungry animal right now, so that's what I do.

I would've never thought I'd find myself as a house pet, but a couple days ago, this guy just walked up to me and talked me into it. It'd just been a normal day for me, working at the car garage when he became my master. I knew right there and then that I had to drop to my hands and knees and follow him home with my tongue out.

My new life has been great ever since. My masters play ball with me outside, they hose me down when I get muddy, and they snuggle with me on the couch at night. I barely even miss my old work and fiance!

"Alright, boy," one of my master's commands, "That's enough. Get in here!"

It's the mean one. The one who used to own this house, but is now just a working dad. He's always the one who hits me with a newspaper when I drink from the toilet. I don't know why, but I just feel compelled to do it!

Licking the bowl clean, I abandon it and crawl into the living room. There, the entire family is gathered around the television.

I stop by the smelly one and sneak in a few licks. I love licking him because he's always salty with sweat and smells funny. After licking his feet for too long, he kicks me away, "Leave me alone, mutt!"

"Oh don't talk to him that way," the nice one adds.

I climb on the couch and curl up beside him. His belly is always the perfect cushion for my head to rest on, and he always lets me lick his beer bottle when he's done. Within a couple minutes, I'm drifting off as his hands absently play with my hair...

...sitting with my family at night is always my favorite part. Watching TV with my two dads, brother, and dog heals the child in me that had always yearned for this. Sure, it might be easier to just go to therapy, but this is sure as hell a lot more fun!

#gay hypnosis #gay mind control #mind control #hypnotized #hypno story #gay ai art #male transformation

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ino-tamukas-baggy-sweater · 4 months

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The Blessing to Your Curse - Part 1 (Ryomen Sukuna x Reader)

Hey y’all I’m back again so soon with another fic, Sukuna’s lover reincarnation (whatever you call it) has me in a chokehold right now and I thought I’d share this with the world. Would like to warn you there is a lot of strange jumping around/pov changes which are indicated by the change in pronouns, I would mark each change but it would get a bit messy after a while so I hope it’s not too hard to follow! ^-^

Reader’s powers involve something I like to call ‘blessed energy’ which is the opposite to cursed energy and is mostly used for healing (reverse blessed energy is used to harm in the same way reverse CE is used to heal) and it’s something I created to use with my writings in the JJK universe. (sometimes I write it a little op because im a self-indulgent piece of shit so for most of what I post I’ll probably dial it back if I use it hehe) The reader has a similar situation to Maki/Mai (MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD) where one twin is restricted and the other has all the energy, and when the one with the energy dies the living twin gains all the power, so I hope that makes sense in context of the story

(PLEASE DON'T HESITATE TO SEND A REQUEST!!!! I'M ALWAYS IN NEED OF NEW PROMPTS AND CHARACTERS TO GO WITH THEM ❤)(I have a post which outlines characters I mostly write for but I'm open to adding to that list!!)

Warnings: mild description of mutilation (sukuna’s transformation), main character death (not described), fluff

Word count: 2.4k

“Ryomen!” You laugh, trying to keep a few steps ahead of the young man who chases after you. Your legs tire easily, body frail and sick despite the immense power flowing through your veins. “I’m coming for you!” He growls playfully, “Better run!” He’s holding back from his top speed, this you know well, but you refuse to let that stop you from trying to keep up with his childish play. Still young, 16 and 17 with him being the older one, you insist that you would rather spend the rest of your life here with him than being shepherded around in the village like a priestess.

This is your only escape from the temple on the hill, only solitude, your time with Ryomen Sukuna is precious and you treat it as such, thinking only of him and his rare smiles. You refuse to let the village’s words taint your view of him, as powerful as he is with his cursed energy there is good in him and you seek to nurture it, for both simple selfish gain and so he doesn’t turn on everyone like they did him. You reach the treeline and race out into the meadow, the grass tall and soft around your waist having stripped down from your daily ceremonial robes into just modest loose undergarments.

He does eventually catch up near the middle of the meadow, springing out of the grass and tackling you to the ground, making sure to roll so you land on top of him and he takes the full force of the fall. The last time you returned to the village after a long day of simple play with bruises and scrapes you weren’t allowed to leave the village for a few weeks.

He’s grown quite a lot larger than you during his time in exile, to be expected when you have to fend for yourself against wild animals and build your own shelter, “You’re getting stronger every day,” You smile, pushing yourself off him and laying in the grass, staring up at the beautiful pink of the sunset. “Well I have to, to be able protect you, I’m not the only thing out there you know,” He says, his tone almost too blasé for what he’s implying. You tilt your head and trace the lines of his tattoos with your eyes, “I know you’re not, but you’re not a thing to me Ryomen,” You murmur, “Please, you’re the closest thing I have to a friend, you’ve always been human to me,”

He meets your gaze, his eyes used to be brown, but the red no longer worries you like it used to, “One day I’ll get you out of that village,” He says softly, his words for your ears and the rustling grass only, “I will take you far away from here and we can live somewhere untouched by the rest of the world,” You sit up, looking down at him as you hug your knees to your chest, “I’d like that,” You say, smiling, “Just the two of us,” Nothing could touch you while you were together, the world stood still for you, not even the scathing remarks you sometimes got from the other young girls of the village could hurt you.

The world is volatile, things can change so quickly. Curses are still so new to the world of humans, sorcerers that act as protectors are only just starting to appear among humans and spread themselves between villages when the day finally comes. The wave of hatred and anguish that came with the curses suffocated everything in its path. You were outside the village when it happened, returning from a visit with Sukuna, and you returned to find nothing but death and destruction. More than half of the village had been killed with no discrimination towards age or gender, and it only soothed you a little to see your old family home empty when you wrenched the door open. No blood nor bodies of any kind. Your parents and sister had made it out alive, but the temple atop the hill that you resided in was completely engulfed.

You weren’t naïve, you did not attempt to return to the temple, but they came for you all the same because your energy was like a beacon for them, and they were programmed to destroy. Running with Ryomen had improved your strength over the time you spent together, you supposed that was one of the ways he took care of you in his silent brooding way, but it wasn’t enough to get you all the way to him. He must have sensed your fear as you grew nearer, your breaths shallow and your chest tight, his eyes are the last thing you remember seeing before your soul was harshly liberated from your flesh.

The smell of blood permeated through layers of warmth that held you in suspension beyond life, but you felt yourself being dragged back to the ground, standing over your own body as you watch the only person outside of your immediate family who ever truly cared for you cry. You had never seen him cry before, it was cathartic to know even he still felt human somewhere inside while holding your weak broken body to his bare tattooed chest.

You felt his cursed energy filling the air like smoke, almost able to see it in the purgatory state you’re trapped in, his body shaking and his muscles twitching. It was like watching someone turn themselves inside out when it finally happened, his body began changing before your eyes, an extra pair of arms sprout from the top of his ribcage just under the normal ones. His face contorts with an agonized cry and one half becomes unrecognisable, the flesh pink and hardened into some sort of twisted mask, and to finish the monstrous transformation a second pair of eyes open under his regular ones.

Drenched in sweat and breathing heavily as he cradles you, you hear him make one last promise, one that locks around what remains of your essence like chains and puts you into a deep sleep. “I will burn this world for taking you from me, I will become the King of Curses, and when you are reborn I shall make you remember, make you my Queen, I will bind myself to you to protect you,” It’s the final part that reassures you he isn’t losing himself as the darkness consumes you, “When I find you, the world will be right once again,”

Now it had been over a thousand years since the light in Sukuna’s life had gone out, reducing him to a killing machine that punished the world for snuffing it out, and he had returned once more in the body of a naive 15 year old boy with pink hair. Having been preserved as twenty separate cursed objects since his untimely death he was eager to resume his self-assigned purge, but the boy had more control over his body than Sukuna could break through, leaving him trapped within his innate domain watching through Yuji Itadori’s eyes like they’re windows.

“I had to do it at least once,” He grumbles to himself as the boy sits up, stark naked, on the morgue table, surprising the three sorcerers in the room with the formerly dead boy. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet, Yuji, come,” Gojo instructs as the boy slips on some clothes handed to him. “Another sorcerer?” He asks. “You’ll see when we get there,” The taller man beckons him and they make their way to a house on the furthest outskirts of the Jujutsu high campus, small in size and surrounded by forest on all sides except for the path leading up to the entrance.

A fire burns in the chimney and the house is warm when the pair steps inside, “L/n!” Gojo calls out. Sukuna’s attention is elsewhere as around the corner down the hall out walks a pure angel, her energy blinding and her form strong. “Gojo!” She smiles, “Who’s this?” “This is Yuji Itadori, Ryomen Sukuna’s vessel,” She bows politely, “Welcome to my home,” She looks back up into Yuji’s eyes as he smiles, “It’s nice to meet you!”

“Enchain!” Sukuna shouts, and suddenly he’s thrown violently to the forefront of Yuji’s mind. His trump card, wasted. He hadn’t considered the potential consequences, it had been instinctual and foolish of him. The girl didn’t know who he was, but he wanted to speak to her all the same. He would make her know. He cannot stumble, he cannot falter, not when she’s right there and all he has to do is show her, “Y/n,” He murmurs. “That’s not Yuji,” She frowns, her voice soft, “That’s-” Before the two can react Sukuna is on his knees before her, holding her hands in his and hiding against her soft clothing. “I’ve…” Gojo trails off, “I’ve never seen that before,” The girl doesn’t let him go, and he feels her power reach into him, feeling around in the darkest parts of his soul, “My Queen,” He mutters, feeling the metaphysical chains around his heart tighten, “Please, remember,”

A fast surge of energy from Gojo causes the man on his knees before you to react just as quickly, pulling you tighter against him and then seemingly teleporting out the open door into the clearing, “It’s rude to attack ROYALTY!” He roars as Gojo steps out the door after the pair of you. Sukuna has planted himself firmly between the two of you, “You sorcerers never learn manners!” Something happens when your skin next touches his, his hand shooting out to catch you by your wrist as you fail to keep your balance.

A flood of memories that don’t belong to you, in fact, ones that belong to him. You see yourself, weak and frail but smiling widely, Sukuna as he is in front of you now not as he is described in sorcerer texts. A regular human man with an abnormal amount of tattoos, fiercely protective and full of love for the only person who still sees him as human. You vaguely feel yourself fall to your knees as everything from the day he was exiled to the day you died returned to your mind. You knew that despite the life you had lived for twenty years, you were in fact over a thousand years old.

This wasn’t your life, this wasn’t your body, it was hers, but you are her. You can feel the chains, too, the ones he put there the day you died to ensure that you would return. “The world took her from me, and the world paid the price, now BACK OFF!” His words shake you out of your visions, his hand still clutching your wrist as your head hangs weakly.

“Come now, Sukuna, taking hostages isn’t your style, you know that,” Gojo bargains, “Let her go, and we can fight like men,” You shake your head, “No,” You murmur, “No, Gojo,” You finally look up into his eyes, slightly uncovered as he prepares to fight, “He’s right, I know who I am, I know where my clan comes from,” He doesn’t make a move towards you and you take the opportunity to speak again, “My mother was blessed, her child would calm the beast, but she had two and one was weak in body strong in energy, the other was lacking in energy but strong of body,” Your sister had been the one the clan records mentioned, nobody remembered the girl who died alone in Ryomen Sukuna’s arms.

“I am the Queen to Ryomen Sukuna’s King,” You breathe, feeling his grip on your wrist go lax. His energy dies away and he falls to his hands and knees, but the tattoos are gone. “Yuji!” Gojo’s shoulders finally relax and he recovers his eyes, “What happened? How did he get through?” “Don’t ignore me, Satoru,” You state firmly, “Sukuna will not be a threat while I am alive,” “Can you guarantee that?” He’s always been intimidating, but this man was a part of your training as a sorcerer, and he can be rational when he wants to be.

“You’re an imbecile if you think I’m going to go back on a binding vow,” Sukuna spits from Yuji’s cheek, the boy not even having a chance to get a word in, “She is the only thing in this forsaken world I care about and you’re not about to take that away from me just so you can pretend like you’re the saviour of humanity,” You don’t remember ever being as harsh as Sukuna is right now, but his rage fills you with confidence and admiration, “I can guarantee humans will not fall as long as I am alive, his vow makes sure of it, though I’m sure he would not need it either way,”

The secondary eye on Yuji’s cheek closest to you locks its gaze onto you, “Ever so cunning, I wish I’d had the chance to nurture your hatred towards the village, maybe you’d be more open to killing,” He sounds almost wistful, “But alas, I did make a promise, and I intend to keep it, no matter how idiotic I think you sorcerers are,” You finally move to stand back on your feet, helping Yuji up with a tentative smile, “It’s nice to meet you Itadori,” You murmur, “I’m sorry you have to listen to that punk, you come to me if he gives you trouble alright?” The boy nods, his previously cheery demeanour replaced with something mellower and he seems deep in thought as he looks into your eyes.

“He really loves you,” He murmurs in disbelief, “I didn’t… I didn’t think he was truly capable of love, after what he did to me,” You shrug, “It’ll make sense one day, but I’ll let him be the one who opens up, it’s not my place to air out thousand year old dirty laundry with people who are long dead anyway,” Your words hang in the air as Gojo finally sighs. The discussion and conclusion are finalised when he leaves, Yuji will live with you and you will suppress Sukuna’s energy. You will keep the world safe by preserving your life, lest another binding vow come down upon your departing soul and the King of curses be forced to unleash his merciless fury once more.

Sukuna is a little shit and out of character because it’s my fic and I get to write the male love interest however I want (I tried besties :( I don’t like mean Sukuna but I do love “I hate everyone but you” so that’s what you get) also I wrote this instead of sleeping at 2am, the brainrot is real and this will probably end up being a series because I can’t control myself

Part 2 here!

Post dividers from @cafekitsune

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #true form sukuna #ryomen sukuna #yuji itadori #satoru gojo #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk sukuna #heian era #jjk x reader

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byullielle · 9 months

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Shy Shy Shy // Bang Chan x AFAB!Reader

"What is it that you really want then babe?" "A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him, "And quite frankly I'm terrified,"

Tags: Smut, Oral Sex (f receiving), Use of Hitachi Wand, Fluff, Slight Name-Calling (by author and chan lmao im so sorry), Petnames (baby, baby girl, etc.), Praises, Shy!Reader, Beginner!Reader,

Disclaimer: title is from TWICE's Cheer Up but the song is FAR from the story. i will make a part 2, but for now enjoy this one. Minors DNI. NSFW Content.

You and Chan have had sex once. He was your first time, and to say that it was sweet and tender was an understatement—and as much as you were shy to admit it, it got you hooked. However, it has been nearly a month since then and nothing seems to transpire between the both of you which left you slightly restless.

Did he find you inadequate the last time? Do you need to practice more? Did he not like it? And one of the self talk that jarred you so much was Why am I constantly horny? Laughable really, you bought a Hitachi wand just to get off yet it wasn't quite the same. Somehow in some way you turned insatiable, only stopped by your shyness and the want to preserve your dignity in front of Chan despite the raging horniness internally embedded in your system.

And worse part is you chose to shut up about it, letting it be kept in like a dirty little secret.

So whenever you and Chan are cuddling for movie night you have to make a more conscious effort to not touch too much, or grind on his thigh, or prolong the kiss just so that you don't jump him and immediately regret it because you have zero clue on what to do. Like right now;

He has one hand on your back, another on your waist, both of you laid down on the couch while he runs his fingers across your clothed spine gently, not even putting pressure. It was relaxing until it suddenly just wasn't. The touch was extremely light yet somehow exhilarating to you, like the little virgin whore that you are. "Y/N-ah?" his voice snaps you out as you rigidly look up, realizing that his ministrations stopped and his hand is parked up at the couch instead, a small frown forming on your face, "I'm sorry, did you not like that?" he softly asks before you tilt your head in confusion.

"The what Channie?"

"You suddenly tensed up, I thought maybe you didn't like being touched on your back,"

Your cheeks redden up, heat flaring on your face as you shake your head shyly, "Not at all!" you defend, wanting to be swallowed whole by the couch, "I–I don't hate it," you stammer.

"Baby, you can tell me if something makes you uncomfortable," Chan frowns, sitting both you and him up instead of laying down, "And I might've pulled your attention from the movie, I'm sorry,"

"No! I swear I'm not lying," you shake your head vehemently, "I didn't hate it Channie. I just–" and before you start to ramble on you stop, tongue automatically lodged in your mouth you couldn't even make a sound even if you wanted to. Chan furrows his brows a bit, "Just what?"

'I'm just incredibly horny when you do that,' was the sentence in mind but where was your tact. You remained seated there like an idiot, unmoving and absolutely speechless.

"I just hope you aren't forced to go ahead with my own whims, Y/N," and oh no he was pulling out the first names. What happened to baby, babe? "If it isn't what you want I can always compromise and comply,"

"Channie," you frown and take his hand, "Like I said it's not that I don't want it,"

"What is it that you really want then babe?"

"A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him and simply conceding because that face was enough ti tear your heart into two. 0/10, not recommended. "And quite frankly I'm terrified," you admit before your grip against his hand fall weak.

"Like what? I promise I won't judge. I'll give you the world baby, just say the word," he cajoles, cupping your face tenderly as you peer through your lashes, "Promise?"

"I promise, sweet girl. What is it?"

You bite your lower lip, feeling a new surge and boost of confidence before you cup his face and gently pull him towards you, entrapping him in a kiss. You had no idea how to deepen it, simply pushing your lips against his and tugging on his shirt shyly with two fingers until he gets the request. He licks on your bottom lip as you give him leeway to slip it in, trying to slowly move along his motions while trying not to fuck things up by being greedy.

He slots into you perfectly, guiding your tongue against his as you let out a cute little whimper, eyes tightening shut before you both pull away–you for a reprieve and him to check if you were alright, always the gentleman. "Y/N?"

"I have a confession to make," you keep your two fingers on the hem of his shirt, "I–Ever since last month," you squeak out as nervousness makes its way to his face, "It's... It's like I turned into an entirely new person? Like I'm always..." you struggle to properly pull the words out as he patiently waits, "I always need you, Channie. For gods sake I bought a sex toy because of you," you reveal while burying your face in your hands as your boyfriend's eyes widen.

"Really baby?" he asks, his hands finding your arms while he rubs them comfortingly, "Do you...want to do it again?" he asks as you nod, still buried in your hands. "Look at me baby," he coerces you out of your palms, urging you to look up at him, "Do you?"

"Please Channie," you whine, "Don't make me say it out loud,"

"Then how am I gonna know what my baby wants if I don't?" he chuckles lightly, "What do you want? I can help you play with the toy, show me how you do it. Or you can ride my thigh, pretty little baby rubbing her pussy against my leg. Or I can fuck your pretty little cunt, what do you say?"

"Either and all?" you let out in barely a whisper before he chuckles, eyes glazing over with affection and lust before he pulls you to his lap, effectively straddling him. "All it is then," he smiles at you, "Just tell me what you want. I'm all yours,"

Your heart tightens at that, absolutely in love with this man and somehow your core tightens along making you tentatively grind against his thigh, clothed cunt flush against his shorts. "C–Can you guide me?" you ask. He nods before thumbing the garters of your pyjama shorts, "Let's get this off first pretty girl," he instructs before pulling it off, lifting the hem of his shorts so that his bare thigh is pressed against your clothed pussy.

He grips onto your hips, guiding you along as you grind softly, friction building up as your wet and aching cunt rubs along his skin, a series of sweet and small whimpers getting knocked off you as he simply observes, staring at your face intently while your hands try to scramble for anything. "You can touch yourself baby girl, it'll help,"

And without hesitation this time you start rubbing on your clit, feeling the dampness in your underwear grow before looking down to see a tent in Chan's underwear. "Chris, I wanna grind on your cock please," you request as he lets out a 'Fuck,' before tugging his shorts off, leaving him with only his boxer as you shift your placement and start grinding on his boner, a breathless sigh knocked out of you while you lazily rub your clit. "Mnh, fuck baby, I never knew you were this slutty," he chuckles while watching you, "Pretty little baby has so much to show me. Don't you?"

"Only for you," you moan while grinding, the knot in your stomach tightening as you look down and see the feral glint in his eyes adding up. "Kiss?" you ask before he cups the back of your head and pulls you down while you continue your ministrations against his hard cock, now nestled between the gap formed by your soaking underwear.

The kiss turns more and more obscene, the smacking sounds absolutely fuel to the fire in your core, spit swapping between the two of you. Suddenly your clit gets tugged up against your underwear, a louder much more prominent moan knocked out of you which makes Chan's body tense up, "Fuck baby, I wanna eat you out," he begs, "I wanna hear more of that. Can I please?"

You nod before he grabs you by the back of your thighs, instinctively locking your own legs around his waist while he carries you to your bedroom.

Placing you down, he immediately crawls to your aching heat, wet and warm against the fabric of your panties. He tugs on them wordlessly, nearly ripping them off before he simply stares at it. "Where's the toy you bought my love?"

You crawl over the night stand, opening a drawer before pulling out the Hitachi wand and handing it to him shyly. "I–I love playing with my clit," you explain, "It feels good,"

"Alright, I got you," he nods before grabbing the backs of your knees and placing it on his broad shoulders while your stomach tenses up in anticipation. You still had your shirt and bra on but essentially bottomless already, feeling more of a pervert than if you were completely naked. And without warning, Chan licks up a stripe on your pussy, making you yelp out.

He kisses up on your folds before slotting his tongue through, the vibrations of the Hitachi suddenly come to life as he presses it against your clit while fucking into you with his tongue. A loud, obscene moan escapes you, tugging on his hair and your thighs tightening against his face which makes the vibrations more intense.

"Chan!" you yell out, name slipping from your raw bitten lips line a mantra, "Fuck! Fuck! Channie!" you cry out, slowly getting more and more overwhelmed before he stops the wand and detaches his face, making you whine.

Spit and slick cover his chin and nose as he laughs breathlessly, "Fuck, you're so delicious baby girl,"

"Daddy make me cum," you whimper and beg.

"We have all night baby," he soothingly rubs his hand over your thigh, before ducking back in between your lap, "Feeling alright?"

"The best," you choke out, "It feels so amazing Channie,"

"Good," he simply states before you could feel a finger prod into your hole while his tongue starts laving at your cunt again, slurping heard as it makes you roll your eyes back and arch up in pleasure. A litany of moans and whines escape you uncontrollably, Chan's name and profanities a steady stream.

As you approach your high, you can feel the tension in your stomach tightening, toes curling in pleasure while you fist the sheets. He grabs the wand again and presses it against your bud, tongue still spearing into you as the noises spilling out your throat get louder. You tug on his hair, biting your lip with a long drawn groan mixing with his' before you feel the knot unfurl, sensitivity at its peak while you spill into Chan's mouth, his tongue laving and lapping up at your juices.

Your thighs tremble by the sides of his head, a cry escaping you while he keeps on overstimulating you with the Hitachi, making you tug on his arm, "Good girl, take it for now sweet thing. My shy slut," he grins down at you.

Your legs continue to writhe about because of the spent nerves on your clit before he finally pulls away and you let out a deep breath out of relief, eyes clouded with lust and half lidded. You reach out to cup Chan's face, wiping off the slick on his chin with your thumb before licking it off.

"Thank you Daddy," you whisper before pulling his face closer, "Would you please fuck me now? Pretty please? Put your dick into me?"

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👁️‍🗨️Laced with Love ~ Jake ff (18+)

a.n: this is the second part of this series: part one

👁️‍🗨️pairing: Yandere Jake!bf x Reader!gf [ft. Nicholas &TEAM] | 👁️‍🗨️wc: 7.8k | 👁️‍🗨️summary: After finding out that you've been lying to him, this mini-vacation becomes a waiting game...what do you say? what do you do? |👁️‍🗨️cw: 🔞MDNI!! breast fondling, unprotected sex, oral sex f. receiving, overstimulation, physical abuse, mental abuse, drugging, cheating, swearing, profanity, mentions of suicide, character death 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤／𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖❤️‍🔥

previouslyજ⁀➴₊⊹:

You met your new boyfriend, Jake on your way home from work one day. The two of you made things official on a mall date, where Jake told you that he wished for you to be his girlfriend. An offer you happily accepted. After saving you from danger twice, your love for Jake increased. Not only was he sweet and caring, but you knew he'd do anything to protect you. That was until an unfortunate turn of events turned a little after-work drink into a make-out session between you and your manager. Jake caught the two of you kissing and was livid. You followed him to his truck to apologize.

However, Jake's forgiveness came with a cost, his sanity. Jake became abusive, controlling, and obsessive with you, he even told you to quit working your current job--which you most certainly did NOT do. Luckily, this abusive stage subsided and Jake returned to his sweet self. But, when Jake went to surprise you at work the day before your vacation just to find out that you had been lying to him for months he became enraged. He did a good job of hiding his true feelings in order to get you all to himself in a secluded area. Now you were on your way into a potential death trap...

present dayજ⁀➴₊⊹:

"How was work?" Sunghoon asked as you and Jake walked through the door. Just from looking at his wet hair, plain black tee, and sweatpants, you could tell that he had just finished showering.

"It was pretty good. Just busy as usual," you smiled before grabbing Jake's hand. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm so excited about our date," Jake smiled. "Me too," you replied.

"Where's Jay?" Jake asked as he walked to the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water.

"He's working overtime at the bar," Sunghoon said flicking his wet hair out of his face.

"Hmm. Well, do you think he'll be home before we leave?" Jake continued, screwing the bottle cap off.

"Before you leave? I thought you were leaving tomorrow morning," Sunghoon turned to face the two of you in the kitchen.

"Yeah, we were. But I wanna get there as early as possible so we can have the whole day together," Jake said before sipping the cold water.

"Oh...well then I'm not sure."

"Ehh that's alright. I just wanted to see him before we left. But we won't be gone for too long anyways. Right Y/N?"

"Yeah," you nodded as the two boys exchanged a few more words.

You followed Jake to your shared bedroom to pack up your things. Luckily, you packed ahead and just had to put together a bag for the last-minute items. Without the worry of checked luggage at the airport you felt free to pack whatever you felt like you needed.

"Hey, Jake," you called out.

"What's up, babe?"

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower before we go, okay."

"Alright, you don't have to rush. I think I want to try and wait for Jay to get here," Jake said as you picked up your clothes.

"Okay," you smiled before heading to the shower.

While you were in the shower, Jake packed another bag for himself. Though Jake was putting on a sweet front, he was burning up on the inside. *I wonder if this is the only thing she's lying about* Jake thought to himself.

After your shower, you headed to the laundry room and spotted Jake and Sunghoon playing the game on the couch. You were pretty tired from working all day so you just walked over to rest your head on Jake's lap.

You watched them play for a bit before slowly drifting off to sleep.

It felt as if you'd only been asleep for a few minutes before you woke up to a loud crashing sound. You almost jumped out of your skin when you looked around to see you were alone on the couch.

You lept up and quickly ran to your room to find Jake destroying his desk. "Jake?! What are you doing?" you asked, frantically. You looked around to see a hole punched into the wall, decorated with small speckles of blood.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" he shot you a cold stare as you stood perplexed in the door frame. You looked down to see his bruised-bloody knuckles that were tinted red as he gripped the pair of back of the chair.

"Find out about what Jake?"

"Find out that you've been lying to me for the past few months. You never planned on quitting that damn job, did you?"

"J-Jake," you stumbled on your words trying to think of the right thing to say. "I was going to tell you," you spat frantically.

You hadn't seen this violent side of Jake for months and it felt like everything was coming back to you all at once.

You watched as his devilish figure slowly approached you, releasing his tight grip on the chair. His body was slightly hunched over as if he were in a drunken daze. It felt as though you could feel a burning heat emiting from his body as he drew near.

You were petrified, completely frozen in fear. Not a single word escaped your mouth as Jake wrapped his bruised hands around your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt your chest tightening from the loss of oxygen. You could feel the air leaving your body as you began fighting for air. Jake's bloodshot eyes never broke contact with yours.

"I wanna watch you die," he muttered coldy as his voice faded into the dark abyss that encompassed your surroundings. "Jake~" you cried weakly as you gripped onto his arms. His face was the last thing you saw before the darkness consumed everything.

After what felt like seconds, your eyes shot open and you gasped for air.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here. It was just a dream," you heard Jake say calmly, pulling you out of the darkness. You fell into Jake's arms as you realized that it was all just one horrible nightmare. And thank god for that.

You looked over to see Sunghoon sitting next to Jake with a puzzled expression. "Damn. That must've been one hell of a dream," Sunghoon said looking at the sweat beads that laced your hairline. "What was it about anyways?"

"I-umm...I don't remember," you lied. You could vividly remember every second of every minute in that nightmare. The way Jake looked at you with his dark, souless eyes as he drained every last ounce of breath from your lungs.

"Hey guys," Jay said walking through the door. His sudden entrance pulled you out of your thoughts. "I hope you guys weren't waiting for me," he chuckled as he placed his keys on the hook near the front door.

"Of course we were," Jake said before standing up and walking over to Jay. "We wanted to see you before we leave tonight."

"Tonight?" Jay's eyes widened at his words. "I thought you were leaving in the morning."

"We were, but I don't want to waste a whole day traveling," Jake laughed before wrapping an arm around Jay's shoulder.

"Well, let's all share one celebratory beer before you depart on your romantic adventure," Jay chuckled.

"I think that's a great idea," Jake smiled. You watched as the two of them walked to the kitchen to grab a beer for everyone.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sunghoons voice took your eyes off of Jake.

"Yeah...why?" you asked suspiciously.

"It's just that Jake had walked away while you were sleeping and I saw you started crying...you also said Jake's name...kinda like you were scared of him or something. I Just want to make sure everything's okay before you run off alone with him," Sunghoon said with a worried look on his face.

"Oh...yeah. Well it was just a silly dream. And Jake has been pretty chill lately so I think I'm good," you hesitantly replied, rubbing your hands together.

"Alright...I'm just making sure. But if you feel unsafe at any time out there call me okay," Sunghoon reached for your shoulder. "You know I'll be there for you," he smiled comfortingly.

Sunghoon was the one person who actually witnessed the monster Jake could really be. Every now and then he would ask about how you were doing and if Jake had tried anything else. And for the most part you were honest with him.

You weren't the slightest bit afraid of Jake anymore, but you now felt like you either needed to confess that you were still working your old job or quit and take that secret to the grave.

Jake walked up behind you, surprising you by placing the cold bottle against your neck. "AH! Jake!" you giggled as he handed you a glass bottle of soda. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of beer so he always kept a root beer an hand just for you.

"To a good time and safe travels for my boy and his girl," Jay huffed raising his bottle.

"To love and many more beautiful moments with my amazing girlfriend," Jake said following the same gesture as Jay.

"To a speedy return in good health," Sunghoon said, raising his bottle.

You didn't really know what to say so you just said the first thing that came to your head, "To root beer," you smiled awkwardly making them all laugh before clinking their bottles together after a harmonious "Cheers!"

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It wasn't long after that moment that you and Jake hugged the boys before packing up the truck. And just like that, you and Jake were on the road on your way to a beautiful vacation to celebrate your 6 months together.

You watched as the highway lights whipped pass your eyes which were replaced by the soft glow from the stars as you entered a more rural area.

Eventually, you fell asleep to the ambient hum of the vehicle coupled with the soft music that Jake played from his phone that connected to the trucks bluetooth stereo. You slept for the majority of the ride, what woke you was the sound of the door slamming as Jake left to go to the resort's check-in desk.

You watched, half-asleep, as Jake spoke with the man at the front desk before returning with two key cards and a label to hang on the rearview mirror. Apparently, Jake had been driving for 6 hours before you reached Aurora Lakeview Resort & Spa. It was a beautiful environment that had been seasonally decorated for Christmas. There was also a lake that hadn't quiet frozen yet, but you could assume that it was very cold, given the current temperature.

Jake drove you into the lower level parking garage for your designated building. You noticed a pattern with the 9 residential complexes as you and Jake drove around, each had been named after one of the planets in the solar system. Being that you were staying in the ninth condominium, Pluto was the name of your building. Another thing to note were the different animal statues that stood outside of each entrance and exit. The sight of two daunting barn owls statues gaurded the entrance.

"Alright, we're here," Jake chimed as he took the keys out of the ignition. "I'm gonna go grab a cart real quick. You just sit here until I get back okay," Jake said before leaving you in the truck. You rolled down a window and took in a deep breath that was tainted with the aroma of pine and rainwater. The gentle sound of crickets filled your ears as you leaned back in your seat.

Jake soon returned and immediately headed to the trunk, loading all of your belongings onto the luggage cart. You climbed out of the truck, making sure not to forget your purse that held your phone and other little nicknacks. You slung it over your shoulder and followed Jake as he walked to through the sliding double doors toward the gold elevator.

[ Doors opening, Floor one ] the automated female voice said as the elevator opened. Jake reached to click the button labeled 8 as the two of you entered the metalic chamber.

[ Doors closing, Going up ] Interestingly enough, the inside was just as decorative as the outside of the building.

[ Doors opening, Floor eight ] the voice chimed again as the doors slid open. "We're in room 826 which should be...right...down this hall," Jake said as he manuvered the luggage cart. You skipped ahead of him to swipe the keycard and unlock the door for him.

The room followed a modern theme featuring a variety of shades of black and grey with gold accents. Jake pulled your forehead to his lips. "I'm gonna go shower before joining you in bed. Just let me put this stuff in our room, okay," Jake said before walking through the sliding barn door that hid your bedroom.

Instead of changing into pajamas, you opted for sleeping in your t-shirt and panties. You started to doze off as Jake ran the water in the bathroom. As you closed your eyes, that nightmare flashed through your mind. You still hadn't decided what you were gonna do about your dirty little secret. You couldn't deny that living a double life wasn't as easy as you thought. You were always afraid that one day he might catch you sneaking down the street, just the thought of that coupled with flashes from your horrible nightmare sent chills down your spine.

*Squeak Squeak*

The sound of Jake turning off the water pierced through your mind. You listened as he shuffled around the bathroom before leaving shorty after. You pretended to be asleep as Jake entered the room.

Hair, slightly damp.

Skin, soft and dewy.

Jake climbed in bed behind you. You felt his warm arms wrap around you as he scooted closer to your frame, encapsulating your body in his. He reached his hand under your shirt and cupped one of your tits in his hand before falling asleep himself.

Jake was battling with some demons himself. He loved you and that's why your lies hurt him so badly. He felt that your heart belonged to him and no one else. Jake knew that there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to make you happy. But he was still very upset about the double-life situation. What if you kept that job just to keep seeing Heeseung? Jake couldn't be sure about anything except for the fact that you'd been lying to him. However, before Jake did anything else...he wanted to make sure that was the only thing you were hiding from him.

You woke up to see Jake's hand still nestled between your breasts. Before you could move his hand, Jake began to wake up at your sudden movements. "Ngh, good morning," Jake groaned, giving your tit a gentle squeeze.

"G'morning, Jake," you smiled as you turned to face him. He caressed your face before leaning in to kiss your lips.

❤️‍🔥

Jake climbed on top of you closing you in underneath his strong frame. He leaned in to kiss your neck before rolling up your shirt to expose you uncovered breasts. He squeezed one in his hand while he kissed on the other. You began to play with Jake's hair, encouraging him to continue. Just the touch of your hands got him even more excited as he moved down to remove your panties.

Lifting your legs over his shoulders and locking them in place with his arms, Jake nestled himself between your thighs. He pressed his lips against your folds, kissing and sucking on the outer part before delving his tongue in your pussy. You moaned as he worked his textured tongue between your wet walls causing more slime to coat the insides. You lifted your chest up and down as you gripped onto his head, pulling him deeper into you.

He could tell that you wanted more as your pussy throbbed against his tongue. He released his grip and climbed on top of you. You legs wrapped around him as he started to stretch your pussy. He used two fingers to prepare you for his thick girth before gliding it between your sticky lips.

Your wetness coated the his dick with ease as you were dripping in your own fluids. Your pussy was craving his cock and he knew it especially when you moaned after he slapped your pussy. You heard your pussy squelch as he entered you slowly. You felt every inch travel deeper into you.

Once you adjusted to his size, Jake began to thrust long, deep, slow strokes. You could feel him jamming himself against your g-spot causing you to moan in pleasure. "You like that don't you baby," Jake nibbled on your ear. You hummed in response to his sensual touch.

Your back arched as you fought to climax. Jake was fucking you good, but you weren't ready to cum just yet. You wanted this feeling to last a little longer. So you pushed away, causing his dick to slip out of your wet pussy. "Wait, I'm not ready to cum yet, Jake," you whined as you looked at your boyfriend's confused face.

Ignoring your comment, Jake slammed himself back into you. "I'm gonna make you cum all over me, baby," he said against your neck as you heaved your chest up and down. "J-Jake, I c-can't! Ugh, fuck," you panted breathlessly. "That's it, baby," Jake said before picking up the speed of his thrusts. You moaned as Jake helped you ride out your high.

❤️‍🔥

"So what else do you want to do today?" you hummed against his lips.

"Besides you?"

"Yes, Jake. Besides me," you giggled.

"Hmm. Well, I figured it would be agood way to unwind after going hiking."

"Hiking?"

“Yeah. They have a beautiful scenic mountain trail,” Jake said ruffling his hair before walking to the bathroom. “You coming?”

“Where?”

“In the bathroom silly,” Jake chuckled as he placed his hand on the door.

“Umm—“ “You better hurry *giggle* the door’s closing and it won’t open again until I’m done,” Jake began slowly closing the door.

You kept out of bed and rushed to the door. But upon you reaching it, Jake tried closing it faster, but u stopped the door with your foot. Jake chuckled softly at your cuteness.

“You’re so crazy. What I slammed the door on your foot? Then what huh?”

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” you said squeezing past your shirtless boyfriend and casually sitting on the countertop with one leg folded inward.

Jake locked the door before walking towards you, locking you under his figure as he leaned his nose into your neck, leaving behind a small kiss on your exposed skin. You pulled his head in for more. You couldn’t deny that sometimes Jake’s touch was addictive and you often craved more than he gave.

“Uh uh,” Jake said flicking your lips. “We’ve got a lot of things planned today. We can’t spend every bit of energy fucking each other’s brains out,” Jake reached over to grab his toothbrush. “Just know that the next time we do, you’ll be the one bouncing up and down on my dick. And I’ll be gripping onto that perfect little ass of yours,” Jake said before squeezing your ass in his hand. “Just like that,” he smirked.

The two of you took your time getting dressed for your day of hiking. Honestly you weren’t the biggest fan of hiking, but Jake had a way of making anything fun.

Before leaving you went to go check your phone for any missed messages.

[ 4 unread messages : Sunghoon :P ]…

You opened the message app on your phone to read Sunghoon’s texts.

Hey just checking to see if you made it

Delivered 4:26am

Good morning y/n

I assume u got there safely and just blacked out…you seemed pretty exhausted before you left

Just don’t forget what I told you yesterday okay

Delivered 8:49am

You quickly replied to his messages.

Yeah we made it here sometime early this morning

Ur right lol I was super tired and crashed as soon as we walked in

Me and Jake r going out rn…but u don’t have to worry about me

I’m gonna be okay 😊

Sent 9:38am…

“Babe! You coming?” You heard Jake call out from the living room.

“Yeah. I’m just grabbing my bag,” you replied before tucking your phone into your purse and walking out.

“If you want we can pick up some breakfast before we go. They shut it down at 10. We’ll make it if we hurry,” Jake smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you said before following your boyfriend to the elevators.

The once scary looking owl statues looked a little less creepy now that the sun was up. You hopped into Jake’s truck that he drove up the hill’s twisty road that lead back to the main building.

The Aurora Lakeside Sun and Moon welcome center had little signs with labeled arrows pointing in all directions.

“Good morning,” the lady at the desk beamed as you both walked by.

“Good morning,” you both replied in unison.

You held Jake’s hand as he walked you to the dining hall. There was still some food out so you both prepared yourselves a plate and got some coffee before sitting down.

*Zzt Zzt*

Your phone buzzed in your bag.

[ 3 unread messages : Sunghoon :P ]…

Read 9:43am

I know ur gonna be okay but I still worry yk

What I saw that day was really bad and u know it

Idc what his reasons were…that wasn’t ok

Delivered 9:45am

“Who’s that?” Jake asked scooping up a spoon of warm oatmeal into his mouth.

“Oh it’s just Sunghoon. He’s asking if we made it,” you replied.

“Hmm okay. I don’t know why he’s asking you when I already told him we made it. I even sent a pic…”

“Well he was checking on me too…wondering if I had anymore night terrors,” you chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh yeah. You woke up cold and sweating. I’ve never seen that before. What happened anyway?”

“Nothing…I can’t even remember,” you lied before taking a bite of the slice of cinnamon toast.

“Hmm alright. Well, I’m almost finished so I’m gonna go grab a nap from the front desk,” Jake said as he stood up. “The dirty dishes go over on that table okay,” he continued, pointing to the table across the room with dishes stacked up.

“Okay,” you nodded as he walked off.

Now that you were alone, you took the time to reply to Sunghoon.

Ik ik but he hasn’t done anything like that again

Thanks for checking on me but I’m fine

I’ll text you later tonight ok

See ya

Sent 9:50am

Read 9:50

Typing…

You waited for him to reply.

Ok…bye

Delivered 9:51am

You tucked your phone back into your purse before getting up to carry your dirty dishes to the designated table.

“Alright I got everything. You ready?” Jake asked meeting you at the exit. “Yup,” you smiled.

Jake drove for about 8 minutes before the two of you reached the starting point for the 4 mile hike.

After checking in you both proceeded on the path. It really was beautiful. Lots of leaves had changed color and created a soothing atmosphere. You enjoyed seeing the occasional bunny cross your path and the soft bird sounds in the distance.

You had pulled your phone out to take a few pictures of the beautiful area and a few pictures with you and Jake too. After reaching the two mile arch you saw a large deer up the trail.

“Jake look,” you whisper-yelled, pointing to the majestic creature that stood feet away from you.

“Let’s get a little closer,” he whispered back.

Eager, you slowly crept forward, but the sound of leaves cracking under your foot started the animal. Both you and the deer froze maintaining eye contact and shared emotions of wonder and fear.

Jake walked up behind you to try and get you out of the deer’s way, but once the deer sensed another presence he reared back and Jake tackled you to the ground, knocking your phone out of your hand. The deer trampled down the trail, leaping into the depth of the forest.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked hovering over you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just dropped my phone. It fell down there,” you said pointing to the small cliff your phone tumbled down.

“Damn…I’ll go get it. You stay here,” Jake said before climbing off of you.

“Be careful,” you shouted as he walked down the hill.

You watched as he looked around for a few minutes “I don’t see it!” He shouted.

“You sure?”

“Yeah—wait…nevermind that’s just an old soda can,” he shrugged.

“Aww,” you sighed.

“Don’t worry. You can use my phone. We’ll come back out tomorrow with flashlights,” he said, dusting his pants off.

“Okay…well let’s finish our walk,” said disappointedly.

You and Jake walked for one more mile before you started getting a little tired.

“Jake can we take a break?”

“How about you follow me down here? I promise after that we can take a break,” Jake said grabbing both of your hands.

Exhausted, but desperate for some relief you followed your boyfriend down the alternative path.

“Where exactly are we going?” You sighed.

“You’ll see,” Jake smiled.

Within a few minutes you reached a set of stairs that led to a small building. It was a gondola station.

"What? I didn't know they had this here," you exclaimed, looking around to see the string of cable carts leading off into the distance.

"I got a map remember," Jake smiled waving the folded peice of paper in your face. "I knew you'd get tired," he giggled. "Plus, how else were we supposed to go back down?"

You playfully pushed Jake's arm before walking with him to the entrance of the warm building. Even though you made sure to layer up, you were still a bit cold.

"Two tickets, please," Jake said to the elderly ticketmaster that handed him two bright red tickets.

"Do you want some cocoa?" Jake asked, looking at your cherry tinted nose.

"Yea," you smiled before rubbing your hands together and cupping your cheeks.

"Okay, let's go," Jake said, shaking your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You walked with him over to a food stand. You saw all sorts of warm tasty treats and the warmth emitting from the glass shelf reheated your frozen fingers.

Jake held you close to him and ordered two hot cocoas and a box of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

After the two of you made it back to the resort, you both went out for massages at the spa. When the two of you finished, you headed back to the room and remembered that you were supposed to call Sunghoon.

"Jake. Can I use your phone to call Sunghoon?" you asked as you slipped into you pajamas.

"Sure, babe. Actually, I kinda want to talk to him too. I'll put it on speaker," Jake said as he pulled out his phone and dialed Sunghoon.

*Boop Boop*

The two of you waited in silence as the phone rang.

"Hello~," Sunghoon said in a sing-songy voice.

"Hey, Hoon. What's up?" Jake asked as you sat next to him.

"Nothing much...just out with Jay. We went to the club for a few drinks," Sunghoon replied.

"Really? I don't hear any music."

"Yeah, that's because I stepped outside to answer. By the way, is Y/N with you? I've texted her like 5 times and she hasn't responded. Is she alright?"

"Yeah, she's fine. We lost her phone earlier so she's been using mine. She's actually the one who wanted to call you," Jake said before holding the phone closer to your face.

"Hey, Sunghoon."

"Hey," Sunghoon said with a slight sigh. "It's good to hear your voice," he continued. "I hope you guys are having fun out there."

"Oh, we are. This morning we had breakfast before going out on a hike--"

"A hike? I thought you hated long walks."

"I do, but it was actually really fun. I saw so many bunnies and even a deer...that's actually when I dropped my phone," you chuckled softly.

"Yeah, I pushed her out of the way and the phone fell out of her hand. Then I went down to look for it, but we couldn't find it. We're gonna go back out tomorrow and look for it when it's brighter," Jake added.

"Hmm, okay. Well, I hope you guys find it before some woodland creatures hack into her socials," Sunghoon giggled.

"That would be kinda cute though," you giggled back. "Oh, I almost forgot. Jake also took me on a gondola and we had hot cocoa and cookies."

"Her nose was soooo red, I knew she needed something warm to drink. I'm surprised I didn't pack anything. It's pretty cold out here."

"Well, just make sure you two stay warm. It's supposed to get even colder over there tonight."

"We will. We're probably gonna be going to bed soon anyways. It's getting pretty late."

"Yeah, you're right. And Jay's probably looking for me now," Sunghoon chuckled. "See ya later guys. Good luck finding your phone."

You and Jake said "bye" before hanging up and climbing into bed. You almost forgot about what Jake said to you this morning. That was until he smacked your ass and bit his lip.

❤️‍🔥

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bedroom, landing on the edge of the bed. You stood in front of him as he pulled you in for a kiss before hooking his hand around your thigh, motioning you to get on the bed. You stayed on top of him as he reached his hands around your body to remove your bra.

You pulled your bra straps down your shoulders and took off your bra without removing your dress. Jake struggled to pull his pants down as you straddled his body. You moved back to assist him and watched as his dick sprang up in your face.

You slid your panties to the side as you slowly inserted Jake's dick into your pussy. Jake threw his head back at the sensation from your warm wet walls. You started to ride him, slowly feeling every inch of his throbbing cock going deeper into your pussy. He groaned at your movements but was soon overcome with lust as he placed his hands around your hips, controlling the way you moved.

You bounced up and down on him barely able to control the shaking of your legs as your pussy stretched. After a certain point, Jake started using you like a sexdoll and he thrusted his hips into your from the bottom. You choked on your own moans as he continued to pleasure you. You reached down to stimulate your clit, bringing you closer to orgasming.

Jake could feel your walls clenching his dick as he fucked you in this position. You moaned breathlessly as you orgasmed, but Jake wasn't done yet. He flipped you on your back as he continued to fuck you filling you with his cum. You fell asleep shortly after he came in you. You could still feel his load dripping out of your pussy as you laid there in bed.

❤️‍🔥

Jake fixed his clothed and laid behind you, wrapping your body in his arms as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

Every act of kindness from Jake was a distraction. All to take your mind off of what he was really doing. In fact, Jake did find your phone. He shoved it in his pocket after shutting it off and to take your mind off of your phone, he gave you his with full access. He trusted Sunghoon because he was one of his best friends, but he wanted to be sure that nothing else was going on between you two. Nothing that he had to worry about.

After you fell asleep, Jake scrolled through the messages between you and Sunghoon. So far everything checked out, except for the fact that Sunghoon was telling you to be cautious around him. Jake thought back to the time Sunghoon witnessed the moment he attacked you after seeing a text from some guy pop up on your phone.

The way Jake felt at that moment was the same way he felt when he saw you didn't actually leave your job. "Heeseung," Jake mumbled under his breath, before finding the messages between you and your manager. Again, everything checked out. Jake was relieved that you weren't cheating on him. However, just as he was about to turn off your phone a text popped up on your phone.

[ New message : Nicho 👀 (Nicholas) ]

I miss you

We should meet up again when u get back from your little trip

It's been a while and I'm missing that body ;)

Jake's eyes widened as he read the words across the screen. Immediately, began scrolling through the messages between you and this boy.

"Where have I heard that name before?" Jake wondered to himself, before remembering that Nicholas was the name of the boy who texted you the day Jake attacked you.

From what Jake gathered from the messages you and this boy had a sexual relationship while you were with him. Not only did he read the messages going back and forth about things the two of you wanted to do to each other, but there were also photos exchanged. Not just of the you by yourself, but also of you with him.

Pictures.

Videos.

Messages.

You were fucking this guy behind Jake's back. And the worst part was that you still smiled in his face like nothing was happening. The same smile that Jake once thought was beautiful. The same girl he called amazing. The same girl that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. So many secrets and lies.

At this moment, Jake had lost all feeling towards you. He placed the phone on the dresser before walking outside to get something from the car.

The sudden slamming of the door closing woke you up. "Jake?" you called out before getting up to see where the noise came from. As you climbed out of bed you noticed you phone sitting on the dresser. Puzzled, you picked it up and opened the phone to see that your messages with Nicholas had been screenshotted and sent to Jake's phone.

You were scared now. You had completely forgotten to tell Jake about keeping your old job. Now he found out that you were also seeing another person. Thinking back to what happened in your dream the other night, your heart started to pound in your chest. Nobody was here to protect you from Jake and what he would do to you.

You heard the door's mechanical lock whirl as you peaked through the door to see a very angry Jake enter with a black bag in his hand. Terrified, you closed every door in the room, including the closet, before crawling under the bed.

Jake threw the door open and yelled your name before storming over to the bed to rip off the covers. "Where are you?" he growled. You watched as he paced around the room opening all the doors.

*Sunghoon* you thought to yourself. *If I call Sunghoon I can tell him what's going on and Jake will have to stop*

Immediately after Jake stormed out of the room you crawled out from under the bed to grab the phone that you stupidly left on the dresser.

You quietly crept over to the phone that laid face up on the dresser. You quickly typed in the password that was Jake's birthday and started to text Sunghoon.

Typing...

But when you heard Jake coming back to the room, you panicked and started to call Sunghoon instead. It would be a lot easier and faster to talk than to text.

*Boop Boop*

The dial tone rang, taking the place of silence.

"Dammit," you cursed to yourself. Sunghoon didn't pick up. You tried calling again...afterall it was almost 3 am and he was probably sleeping now. You turned to face the closet as the phone rang once more. The silence had never felt so loud. The sound of your heartbeating almost overwhelmed all of your other senses. Just then, Jake grabbed a handful of your hair and threw you to the ground.

"Oh don't try to call for help now you little whore," Jake spat as he snatched the phone out of your hand and ended the call. "You're a lying bitch and I wish Sunghoon hadn't stopped me that day. I could've put an end to your ass a long time ago," he continued.

"I was going to tell you," you said in a shaking voice.

"You were gonna tell me what? Huh? That you kept that job? Or that you were fucking this Nicholas guy behind my back WHILE WE WERE STILL TOGETHER!" Jake straddled your body and pressed your cheek into the ground. "I should break every bone in your body right now and leave you right here."

"Jake, please. I'm sorry," you whimpered. "I stopped messing around with him months ago and I really did want to tell you Jake. I'm not lying. I swear," you winced as he applied more pressure to your face.

"Oh, I'm sure you're telling the truth now. There's no doubt about that. But let's both be honest, you weren't gonna tell me about that shit unless you were forced to. These were gonna be secrets you died with huh?"

You hated the fact that Jake was reading you like a book. Many of the things he's saying right now perfectly explained the way you had been feeling about everything recently.

"Why'd you do it huh? Why'd you lie to me? Was I really that bad?" Jake said before sitting back, your arms still trapped under his knees.

"I lied because I was afraid of you Jake. You scared the hell out of me and Nicholas was just a distraction from everything that was happening between us. You were trying to control every aspect of my life and it was driving me insane. I wasn't happy anymore. But when things started getting better I cut off the other relationship. What you're doing right now is what made me do those things," you said with tears rolling down your cheeks.

"I didn't make you do a damn thing. If you weren't happy, then you should've left. Everything you lied about was your choice. Don't try to put the blame on me," Jake said before climbing off of you. "You're not worth it. Nobody would want a lying, cheating slut like you," he continued before walking out.

"Jake, wait!" you said before running after him.

The last thing you remember is experiencing that same feeling from the dream. You were being consumed by the darkness. Swallowed by the infinite void of emptiness.

The next morning Jake woke up alone in the bed, but when he called your name, you didn't answer. No one did.

Jake looked for your phone and couldn't find it. Nothing but a note.

He immediately called the police to set up a search party in the woods. He called Sunghoon and Jay who arrived hourse later and Jake told them exactly how his morning went.

Because the weather had reached freezing temperatures, everyone was persistent on finding you. This type of weather could be detrimental to anyone. However, it wasn't until a week later that they found your body.

A man had went out to ice fish and found you in the resorts lake. Apparently the layer of ice prevented anyone from finding you. Sunghoon was devastated. He was actually the one who was hurt the most over your death. You had comitted suicide and he felt responsible. According to the otopsy, you died from drowning, but there were enough drugs in your system to kill you regardless.

"She was just so happy before she left. Even when she called the day before she went missing she was happy. Only if I would've picked up...maybe she'd still be here," Sunghoon sighed with tears welling in his eyes.

Jake helped your parents put together your funeral and stopped by the florist he visited to pick up the flowers to surprise you with.

"Oh it's you again," the girl said as Jake walked up to the register. He was wearing a black button down shirt and some slacks. "What's the occasion this time?" the girl asked seeing that he was standing there with an empty expression wearing all black.

"My dead girlfriend's funeral," he replied.

"Wait...is this the one you came in for the other day?"

Jake nodded in response before covering his eyes with his hands. The girl immediately came around the counter to hug him. "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure this must be really hard for you," she said as she continued comforting Jake as he cried into her shoulder.

"These flowers are beautiful. I know she would've loved them," she smiled wiping Jake's tears away with her thumb.

"Yeah...she would've," he sniffled.

"I'm about to close for the day. How about I come with you to the funeral? That way you won't be alone. I promise to keep you laughing," she smiled.

"You sure?"

"Of course."

"Thanks, I could use some laughter in my life right about now," he smiled.

On the way to the funeral, Jake told her all of the good things about you. Everything that made him fall in love with you. Jake also told her that you killed yourself when she asked how you died. The flower girl accompanied Jake at your funeral and did just as she said. She made everyone happy and turned your funeral into a way to celebrate your life.

☆Now Playing: Nervous - The Neighborhood☆ 01:43 ━━━━●───── 04:11 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

However, what nobody knew is that your death was not a suicide. You were murdered. And Jake was the killer.

When you ran after Jake, he grabbed you, picked up the black bag and took you to the bathroom.

"I want you to write down everything you told me. Everything that made you break my heart," Jake said handing you a pen.

You knew what he was doing, he was indirectly making you write a suicide note. "No Jake. I'm not doing this," you cried.

"Do it or I'll blow your brains out right here, right now," he spat without hesitation.

You obeiently began to scribble down on the piece of paper Jake gave you. He watched every word you put down on that paper and scratched out anything he didn't like. After a certain point he began telling you what to write.

"Okay, I did it now what," you said with tears in your eyes.

Jake picked up a glass from near the sink, filled it with water, and pulled out a bag of pills.

"Here's your last meal, bitch," He said placing the bag on the counter.

"Jake! Please don't do this to me. I promise we can go back to what we were before. I'll love you forever and do anything you say. Please," you pleaded.

"You'll really do anything I say?"

"Yes, Jake, anything, please."

"Then swallow the fucking pills," he said coldly.

"Jake," you started to cry.

"Swallow bitch!" he commanded opening the bag and putting it in your hand.

"Please, I dont want to die," you sobbed.

Jake squeezed your hands together, pulled them up to your throat and forced your mouth open by squeezing your jaw. You felt the pills pile up as he dumped the bag into your mouth. He reached for the water and poured it in your mouth that was still gaped open. You continued to breathe through your nose to prevent yourself from swallowing the deadly concoction.

Jake noticed and moved into a different position, placing you in a chokehold. He closed your nose. "You can breath after you swallow," he said. You fought the urge to swallow for as long as you could before taking down the big gulp of semi-dissolved tablets.

"Good girl," he sneered as you bawled. "Now we gonna take a little walk," he said before grabbing the gun and your body. To avoid cameras, Jake took the emergency stairwell. By the time you reached the bottom, you were starting to feel the effects of the pills.

"Not yet, honey. We're almost there," he said shaking the sleep from your body. You felt like you were slipping away as you struggled to walk beside Jake. After a few minutes Jake came to the resort's owned lake. It was very cold that night and you were just wearing a satin nightgown so every breeze felt like blades against your skin.

He walked you to the edge of the lake before nudging you to walk in. With the last bit of resistance you had, you stiffened your body.

“Don’t fight it. You can either go in on your own or I can force you in,” he said turning you to face him. You wouldn’t budge so he grabbed your arm and began dragging you in. You fought to free yourself from his grasp, but it was useless as you were much weaker than usual due to the drugs coursing through your veins.

Jake pulled you waist deep into the freezing water. It was so cold you couldn’t even scream for help but when he pushed you in you immediately tried to stand back up. However you must’ve hit a point where the water deepens suddenly and you fought to climb your way to the surface for air.

Growing increasingly tired from fighting the water and the drugs, you finally stopped. You felt your lungs burn with intensity as they filled up with water. And that’s when you felt it…the darkness consuming you.

Jake watched and waited until the last bubble surfaced before he went back to the hotel room and conjured up his story.

As I’m sure you could assume, Jake began to grow closer to the flower girl who ironically had a similar experience. Her boyfriend in high school killed himself because of bullying at school and a messed up family.

They bonded over the deaths of their significant others. Jake did wish that things could’ve worked out between you, but those pills were either going to cause the death of you or him. And Jake felt that you earned your fate.

❀ Thank you all so much for reading! Make sure to check out other works on my masterlist!

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a.n: there will be one more part of this story. a spin-off where the flower girl is y.n. and you guys can see how their relationship fairs out. here's a voting box, just to see how many of y'all want this as much as I do :)

Alsooo i'd like to hear your thoughts about the story so lmk what u think in the comments :)

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fanfic-gallery · 3 months

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love at first dive

merman! neuvillete x gn human! reader

|| fluff, fluff and more fluff

» manager's note: happy valentine's day to my single babies and not forgetting my lovebirds out there too; i remembered i didn't make a valentine's fic last yr- so so sorry about that ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜hope this small little fic makes up for it thooo, and with that said - hope you enjoy, love ya <3

"there you are!"

marine eyes rolled towards that blaring voice of yours - there you stood, by the shores, arms crossed. he couldn't help but smile at the illusion of a miniature 'you' by the bay waiting on him. what nostalgia, he thought; reminiscing a time where you two were trapped in the same position months ago

"worry not, sir- i'll get you out of there!"

there he laid, basking in the blue hues of the moonlight; silver locks flowing within the grasp of the lake, surrounding his head like halo; enjoying the eerie silence of the pine forest yet there you were - scrambling to fix a life float with worn out rope to get to him. you launched the thing into the waters, nudging it forward with a large pole.

head rose from the surface of the waters, webbed fingers softly griping at the inflatable, jolting as it drags him towards the shore.

"are you alright-"

he felt the atmosphere tensing, your eyes lingering at the soft-sculpting of his features; his glittering skin, fin-like ears, broad frame.

"...is something the matter, little one?"

"ah- i-it's nothing- it's just-"

"...just?"

"nevermind- l-let's get you out of here-"

he shook his head as you stuck your two arms out for him.

"can you not move? are you injured?!"

"...far from it..."

filed nails trailed up your palms...

"WAH-!"

SPLASH!

...before pulling you into the shallow depths; yet, you didn't seem to be in any state of panic - bright eyes staring at him starry and full of shock. he could only guess that you took notice of the shimmering scales across his his fish tail, colours of blue and purple in patches covering his figure.

so mesmerised that you barely saw the bubbles your were releasing from your parted lips; the merman smiled softly at the sight, right hand clasping against yours while the other held at your waist, tugging you into him before rushing you both back up to the water's top.

"GASP-"

the merman carefully patted at your back, as you coughed out the liquid you had managed to shallow in your few seconds within.

"...i'm sorry for scaring you, young one... it's just... i couldn't help but give ya a little tease,"

"cough- i-it's alright, mister- just- try not drowning your victims next time-"

"...will do."

"anyways, cough- do you live here?"

"...no, sadly."

"what- then did someone move you here from the ocean?!"

"...no either."

"then..."

"i was taken in by a family who lived in a nearby village; regretfully, the leaders found out about my secret and decided to sentence me to death- luckily... i was able to escape and that's how i ended up here..."

you were quiet, speechless even.

"...so you're homeless?"

"it would seem so..."

"why don't you stay with me?"

"...pardon?"

"i have an extra room or more like you could live in the tub- plus, it's quite lonely living in the woods all alone..."

"..."

"well- you can stay here too if you-"

"...i'd be happy too."

"wait- really?"

he nodded.

"that's- that's great- do you need me to pick you up then- transport you into the house or-"

"no need for that, i have my ways..."

"come now- dinner's ready!"

he stood from his position in the waters, swimming over all while chuckling at your huff of annoyance. reaching the borders of the water - he took a slight leap, and within a flash of light, his tail turned to a pair of legs clothed in black trousers; waist-up, dress-shirt underneath a dark-marine vest. soft, pale hand combed through his now dried mane before strolling back to the cozy, small cottage up ahead.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 3 months

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Part 3 to the fwb series.

You leave Eddie feeling a little blue after your last encounter... In more ways than one. Wayne visits and Eddie finds out distressing news...

18+ only. Minors shoo!

Angst ahead 🖤

Eddie had spent the weekend after your visit unbelievably cranky, horny and on edge. His argument with Chrissy had resulted in her storming out. "I'm not coming back this time Eddie, I mean it" she warned him.

Was it bad that he was really struggling to care? All Eddie could think of quite frankly, was you. After you left there was a sick feeling in his gut, some weird ache in his chest that he hadn't felt before.

Whatever it was he didn't like it. Not one fucking bit. Even strumming along on his guitar was no comfort and that always helped when he was feeling out of sorts.

He jolts out of his by a knock on the door, it'd probably Chrissy he sighs and signals for her to come in, dreading the argument that's sure to follow.

Turns out that it isn't Chrissy, it's his Uncle Wayne who's holding a casserole dish full of macaroni cheese and sets it on the table.

Eddie greets his uncle with a wave, his uncle merely nods then promptly cuffs him around the head, Eddie yelps and his eyes widen.

"What the fuck old man?" Wayne glares at him, he looks disappointed and Eddie hasn't seen that look in a long time. It makes him feel like he's a kid again, or an unruly teenager.

"Sorry boy, you know I love you but you deserved that. Had a long chat with that lovely girl who's dating Joanthan, Nancy Wheeler'' Wayne pauses to glance at Eddie and make sure he's listening.

'Now you wanna tell me why you're stringing along some poor girl, hurt her real bad Nancy said" Eddie grows flustered, runs his hands through his hair and wilts under Wayne's stern gaze.

"It was just a friends with benefits type thing, I made that clear Uncle Wayne" his uncle cocks an eyebrow and settles at the rickety old table, that Eddie has been meaning to fix for a while.

"Right, and you never gave her false hope I take it?" Eddie opens his mouth to say something, then closes it and shuts up. ''That's what I thought boy" his uncle shakes his head.

"She left. We aren't together anymore" he tries to explain, doesn't dare mention what happened a few days ago. Wayne begins to dish out the macaroni cheese and two beers, sets the meal and the drinks down on the table.

"That's not the point son, the point is I raised you better than to be such an asshole to a lady. Same goes for Chrissy, that shit ain't working Eddie so you need to do the right thing"

Eddie slumps down on the chair and nods feeling suitably chastised. Begins to shove forkfuls of his Uncle's delicious mac and cheese in his mouth but his Uncle's next words stop him in his tracks.

"Suppose you'll be happy to know that you won't be bothered by that ex anymore. Yn is it? Heard she's on a date with some hot shot tonight" Wayne shrugs and looks to Eddie, who's mouth has went suddenly dry.

"She's on a date?" he asks just to make sure he's heard right, Uncle Wayne nods and he suddenly doesn't feel hungry anymore.

"It's not to late to fix things son" Wayne claps him on the shoulder, gives his a sympathetic look. Suddenly, the knee jerk reaction to saying to himself that he doesn't care isn't working so much anymore.

...

He doesn't know why he drives to your house, he's sure he's just being a fucking martyr... Or an idiot.

Still it doesn't take long before he's knocking on your door, shielding himself from the wind and rain.

You answer and don't look happy to see him, his heart sinks and he's beginning to realise how badly he's fucked up.

"Wayne said you had a date" he says to you and you nod, don't give anything else away.

"Why are you here Munson?" Munson not Eddie, he doesn't know what to say, he's scrambling for something, anything to think of.

"I messed up, I'm sorry sweetheart" you pause, clearly you weren't expecting Eddie to outright apologise, show up at your door.

"Apology accepted, but it's too late Eddie. You hurt me so many times, dangled hope in front of me that we could be more, then you swept it away. You didn't care when I left so why should I care that you're here now"

He growls frustrated, wants you to so desperately understand that he's sorry, that he knows he fucked up.

"I'm sorry okay? I don't want to lose you alright. I admit that now" he watches as tears pool in your eyes, you immediately chase them away and steel yourself.

"You already have lost me Eddie" your voice shakes but it doesn't stop you from closing the door on Eddie's face.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

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itsmealaiah · 4 months

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Adore you (Tom Kaulitz)

His smile broo

summary: During a party, Tom clings to you, begging for your attention.

A/n: There was a request for this but I have not a single clue where the darn thing went.

Genre: fluff

Your POV:

"Love, you almost ready? We need to leave soon!" Tom called from the living room. "Almost, finishing up my makeup!" I responded, perfecting the wing on the side of my eye. I walked downstairs and made my way to Tom, sitting on his lap. "Wow, you look stunning my dear" He whispered, placing my hands on his shoulders. "Not now, we have to go" I teased, getting up and walking to the front door. "Fine" He grumbled, opening the door for me. "Thank you" He walked ahead of me, turning the car on.

It wasn't a particularly long drive to the club, only ten minutes. We were celebrating the band's new album, humanoid. It was my favorite album, and they were throwing a huge party for it. Tom took one hand off the wheel, placing it on my thigh and rubbing small circles over the skin. He kept it on until we parked in the lot, and I stepped out. "One last congrats" I kissed his cheek and caressed the back of his hand.

We were greeted with the heavy scent of alcohol and sweat once we got past the bouncer. Tom guided me to the VIP lounges, where we saw Bill, Gustav, and Georg laughing, chatting, and sipping on their drinks. "Hi!" I said cheerfully. They all turned their heads at us and smiled. "Congrats on finishing the album you guys, it's amazing." I gushed, taking a seat next to them. "Want a drink or anything?" Bill asked, cocking his head in my direction with a huge grin. "I'm okay, I'm the driver for tonight" I laughed, and so did he.

Tom stood up to go to the bar, Bill and Georg joining him. "So, how's the band been?" I questioned curiously, placing my gaze on Gustav. He put down his nearly empty drink in a hurry, meeting my eyeline. "It's been great. However.." I became concerned. "However?" I asked. "Tom never shuts up about you, always 'y/n this' and 'y/n that', he can never take a hint" I sighed and chuckled in relief. "He really loves you y/n, I see it in how he looks at you" I beamed.

They all came back, drinks in hand. Tom rested his head on my shoulder, kissing my jawline ever so softly. I nearly melted at his touch. He sipped his drink, watching the rest of the band intently. We talked and laughed for hours. "Baby" Tom whined, pulling on the side of my dress. "Can we leave? I'm tired" I turned my head to kiss him. "Just a little longer"

Tom's POV:

I groaned internally, I wanted to leave, and y/n wasn't listening to my pleas. I was tired, and a little intoxicated. We had been there for hours. I gazed up at y/n, placing my hand on her inner thigh. She looked down at her leg and smiled. "Alright let's go" She sighed, and I was overjoyed. We said our goodbyes to the band, and left. I sat in the passenger seat, while y/n was driving. I appreciated her doing this, she knew I was not going to be sober tonight, so she volunteered.

Parking in the driveway of my home, she unbuckled my seatbelt, putting my arm over her shoulder. I was quite heavy for her little body, especially drunk. She fumbled with the keys that opened the door, finally getting the right one, and she brought us to the bedroom. She grabbed a change of clothes for me, and some underwear for her. I only wore boxers, and she wore the most teasing, revealing clothing. She slid off my shoes, took off my coat and shirt, pulling down my pants. I sighed in comfort. She got out of her dress, slipped into the lacey set, and grabbed a makeup wipe.

I waited for her to finish, and grabbed her tightly once she was, letting her not have any room to squirm. "C-can't b-breathe" she gasped, and I let go in a flash. "Sorry love" I apologized, holding her more gently as we fell asleep, bodies tangled together.

#tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz imagines #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz smut #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you

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deelavis · 5 months

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WAIT WAIT WAIT, I just need to point something out that I noticed while doing visual research for drawing Mello with his gun.

Buckle in, this was supposed to be a short thought about the narrative use of trigger discipline but now there is extensive image research.

If you don't know about the concept of trigger discipline, it basically means that when holding a gun your finger should be resting outside of the trigger guard and should only be on the trigger of a gun if you actually intend on shooting what it's pointed at, at that moment.

While I was looking for ref of Mello holding his gun the first thing I noticed was that he has HORRENDOUS trigger discipline, I mean look at this.

Pretty much every instance, even in promotional art when his gun is at his side, he has his finger on the trigger. I thought it must just be a character choice with the amount of guns that are drawn in this series. Even when Halle is in the shower (bottom right image) he keeps his finger on the trigger. I also use the top right example with Halle, as this is the second she walks in the door. BUT THEN I saw this post and noticed...

is his finger in the trigger guard???

Proportionally it is quite ambiguous in this shot. However even if his finger is inside the guard what strikes me is also how the other instances we see Mello with his gun he is choked up on the trigger. Though when pointed at Near, his grip is quite loose. Let's start from the beginning of the sequence.

We first see Mello on page 126, if you are unfamiliar with the manga, at this point Mello and Halle have been in contact for a week. They are tenuous allies. When Mello moves his gun away he keeps his finger on the trigger, this will be an important point for later.

Next page, Halle has entered the shower. Mello continues to keep his finger on the trigger of his gun, even though he knows Halle is unarmed.

2 pages later, Mello still has his finger firmly on the trigger. This is one of the best shots of his gun that we get in the manga and is quite indicative of how we see him handling his gun throughout the story. Also we can see the safety, the small switch above his thumb, is set to off.

I'm going to skip ahead but note that between Pg. 129 and Pg. 135 we see Mello enter the SPK headquarters with his gun on Halle. He has his finger on the trigger the whole time.

After Near asks Geovanni and Rester to lower their guns, Mello does as well. But for the first time we also see him place his finger outside the guard.

Now the moment when he turns his gun to Near. While his finger is in the guard, ready to pull the trigger when he points his gun at Near, something that struck me was how differently his hand is drawn in these few panels. As you saw previously, Mello normally has his finger curled tightly around the trigger of this gun, even when at his side. However in the first panel of Pg. 137, I wasn't even sure if he had his finger in the trigger guard with how it is drawn. It isn't until the final 2 panels that we see him tighten his grip. I find this to be a very interesting departure from the rest of the times we see Mello using his gun.

Finally, after Halle breaks them apart and Mello lowers his gun we see him actually use trigger discipline!!! For the rest of the scene!!! Regardless of your shipping preferences, I find this to be an incredible detail in how Mello behavior shifts around Near. While Near seems to make him fly off the handle emotionally, he also shows an increase in care with his weapon when around him. Another fun little drawing detail to notice (and another reason I find these choices to be intentional) you can see in the final panel of the last example that the safety of the gun is now engaged, while in all the other panels it was not. For reference, Mello uses a Beretta 92FS Sword Cutlass pistol, though stylistically it seems to be based off of Benvolio's Taurus PT99 AFS from Romeo + Juliet, right down to the cross hanging from the handle! This shows an incredible level of detail when it comes to the handling of guns in the manga.

Listen I know I've got yaoi brain worms, so if anyone has any other examples of Mello using trigger discipline I would love to see them!

#The amount of videos I watched to figure out if Mello was about to shoot his dick off in that last panel #or if he could safely holster a baretta with just the safety on but a round in the chamber was... a not insignificant amount of time #listen I am nothing if not HYPER in my fixations #death note #mello #near #mihael keehl #nate river #mello x near #meronia #death note brain rot

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Yes, Professor

Professor Sebastian Sallow x F!MC 👀🔥

NSFW 🌶 🔞 Part One of MC's University level education experience with a rather familiar Professor. A little spicy to get us started.

As MC walked towards the lecture halls, her eyes swept up over the huge main atrium of the Ministry, dodging the bustling crowds of employees dashing off to their various offices. It was her first time here, and she gaped at the grand scale of everything.

In her hand she clutched the piece of parchment that gave her instructions on what was expected of her on her first day, and after taking a ride in a rather bizarre lift, she found herself in the education department. A kindly looking witch sat at the reception desk, and MC approached nervously. It had been a while since she had sat in a classroom, 3 years to be exact, and she had a twinge of anxiety.

"Good morning, I have a class with a Professor..." MC scanned her parchment instructions to remind herself. "...McNeath, for Magical Ancient Studies."

The older witch smiled up at her. "Ah yes, you're right on time," she said, warmly. She gave MC an apologetic look. "However, Professor McNeath has had to step down from taking the class, for personal reasons, I'm afraid. But not to worry, we have a replacement, and he is highly recommended for the role. You will now be taught by Professor Sallow, and you will be in lecture room three which is just down this hall to the left."

MC stilled, her mouth slightly parted, her fingers clutching a little tighter to her parchment letter. "I'm sorry, forgive me," she said, licking her dry lips. "You did just say, Professor Sallow, didn't you?"

"Yes, that's right," she replied. Her eyes scanned MC quickly and a worried crease appeared on her brow. "Is that a problem?"

Was it? MC felt a flutter of panic as she thought back to when she had last seen Sebastian Sallow, not long after graduation if she remembered correctly - in a bar, and they had got drunk...

They had been quite close at school, and they certainly had some dark history between them, secrets they swore they would take to their graves. But, she hadn't seen him for years. It was quite sad really how they had lost touch. She certainly hadn't known he was a professor now.

But, wasn't she getting ahead of herself here? Surely Sebastian wasn't the only living Sallow in the world, so it might not even be him. It might be some stuffy old man in a moth eaten suit for all she knew.

MC glanced down the hall in the direction the receptionist had indicated she needed to go and took a shaky breath. She managed a small smile and turned her gaze back to the witch's worried face. "No problem at all," MC said. "I'm looking forward to it."

"Oh, good. I can assure you, Professor Sallow is quite the gentleman," she said, relieved. She tapped an open book on the table. "Sign in here and then make your way to class. I hope you enjoy it."

MC felt her anxiety switch up a notch as she approached a pair of black double doors with a brass number three fixed on a plaque beside it. She hesitated and smoothed her palms over her hips, looking down at her smart skirt and blouse. She patted at her hair that was twisted up at the back of her head, a few loose strands softening her face.

She felt ridiculous worrying about her appearance. Why should she care? It wasn't going to be him.

But, what if it was?

There was only one way to find out. She pushed at the heavy, wooden door and slipped into the lecture room.

Immediately, she was impressed with the size of the room, the tall arched ceilings and grand mullioned windows made her think of Hogwarts. Her heels clicked on the stone flooring as she made her way past the rows of tables, students already seated with parchment and quill to hand. One wall was covered with huge, fully stocked bookcases, and nearer the front was a selection of chalk boards on wheels. Front and centre before the far wall was a large wooden desk, and behind it stood her new professor.

MC paused in her step. That was no old man in a moth eaten suit. Oh fuck! MC made a small strangled sound in her throat as her gaze swept over the tall figure of Sebastian Sallow.

He had matured into a fine looking man indeed. His hair was still a little unkempt, brunette locks tumbling above his forehead, but his shoulders had broadened rather fetchingly, and he had a pair of spectacles on as he read from a book on the desk in front of him. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, his shirt a deep blue colour matched with a black vest and tie. He leant a hand against the desk, bending to pore over the book and she had a flash of memory, hours spent in the Hogwarts library with him, often by candlelight.

A memory of soft lips on her neck, warm hands on her hips...

MC cleared her throat and spotted an empty seat a few rows back and hurried towards it. She sat down and busied her hands with getting her notebook and quill ready, her fingers fumbling as she tried to open her ink.

She hadn't gone to his bed that night. It had stopped after some rather passionate kisses against her lodgings door. He had walked her home, ever the gentleman, and she had given in to her secret, desperate urges for him. Luckily, it had stopped before it got out of hand.

Luckily, or regrettably? It was an ongoing debate.

Peering across the room at Sebastian and remembering that rather fluster enducing moment had warmth creeping into her cheeks. Would he remember it? She twirled her quill in her fingers and glanced around at the other students, searching for a distraction.

There were a varied bunch of students of all ages, and MC felt a little more relaxed about that side of things. She had feared she might look out of place, but perhaps not. Her urge to return to her studies had been a strong one after two years travelling. There had been much to discover and it opened up new questions regarding ancient magical practises. She had always felt one step behind her fellow students at school having started so late, and she still felt like she had a lot to learn. Coming here to study ancient history in magic had seemed like a good place to begin, plus, she did have a head start on the subject.

Her eyes were drawn to the front of the class as Professor Sallow called for their attention, his voice a familiar sound that sent a shiver of memory through her.

Oh, for goodness sake, she was not an awkward 16 year old any longer, she was a woman grown. And, he was not a roguish teenage boy anymore with a terrible habit of making her blush, he was her professor.

She took a deep, steadying breath, and tried to focus. She was here to learn after all.

....*....

When Sebastian had scanned through the student roll before taking his first class, he had paused when his eyes fell upon one name in particular. Why was the Hero of Hogwarts taking a class here? Anticipation had thrummed through him.

He was not new to teaching, he had taught classes before, but this last minute step-in had been a great opportunity for him to work at a more advanced level. His ultimate goal was a permanent position, and this would be good experience. So, while he hadn't been particularly nervous, he had felt the tremor of apprehension as he entered his classroom for today. And it was because of her.

He hadn't seen her since she had kissed him goodnight at her door. He could still remember the feel of her in his arms, how much he had wanted more, but he had been a gentleman. He had held back. And then, the next day, she had disappeared without a word.

Now, as he stood before a class of eager students, she was sitting there at her desk, eyes on him, looking as beautiful as she always had. Pushing down the memories of how his sixteen year old self had been under the influence of a ferocious crush, he took a deep breath and got his brain in professor mode.

"Good morning, and thank you for coming to Ancient Studies class today. I am Professor Sallow, and for today's lesson we will be outlining what these classes will cover, and familiarising ourselves with the subject matter. However, let's start things off by introducing ourselves."

A collection of sighs and shuffling seats sounded throughout the room and his lips twitched up into a smirk. It was the standard reaction he had come to find. He strolled around his desk and flipped open the student register. "Let's start with Mr Abbot, shall we? Tell us, what brings you to this class today."

Following through the list, they began to introduce themselves, and it was rather a mixed bunch of people, but they all seemed keen which was a good start. When it came to MC's name on the list, he had to pause for a second to steady himself before he spoke her name aloud. When he did, there were a few muttered whispers around the room. It wasn't surprising really, her name and photo had been all over the Daily Prophet more than once.

His eyes lifted to meet hers, no need to scan the room to see who it would be to stand next. She met his gaze and for a blistering second, it could have been just them two in the room, her cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink and he had to force his mouth to stay neutral. Oh, how he loved to make her blush.

"Hello, my name is MC, and some of you may recognise me from the newspaper. I have the ability to wield Ancient Magic, and I have spent the last two years travelling the world and searching out magic hotspots. I was intrigued by other magical cultures and their history, and that is what brings me to this class today."

Hearing her voice made his heart pound a little. To say he hadn't missed her would be a lie. The friendship they had forged as kids had been one he had wanted to hang to, but sadly life had got in the way. He was already intrigued to hear about her travels, his thirst for knowledge and information a constant pull, but he had to be professional. Being her professor came with a set of rules regardless of their age now. It was the department's policy.

He smiled with genuine warmth however. "Thank you, Miss MC. Welcome to my class."

....*....

Her parchment pages were filling up with notes, and she listened attentively to Professor Sallow's lesson. He was good, she realised, assured, and passionate about his subject. Glancing around at the other students, she could see she wasn't the only one caught up in his enthusiasm. She was already looking forward to getting stuck in to his suggested reading list as well.

As the class came to an end, she began to put away her things. The girl who had sat beside her smiled. "This was much better than I thought it was going to be," she said. "I'm Bella, by the way, and I must say, it was rather an honour to sit next to the Hero of Hogwarts. I graduated last summer, I was there when you saved our school."

"Oh, really?" MC smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Bella. And honestly, the whole hero thing is a little over rated. I did have some help."

"I'm sure you're just being modest," Bella said. She glanced towards the front of the class and frowned curiously. "I'm fairly sure our professor went to Hogwarts too, he looks a little familiar."

"Oh, well, yes he did," MC said. "He was in my year group in fact, although not in my House."

Her eyes brightened. "Merlin, of course! You were duelling partners in Crossed Wands! Oh, how exciting! Are you two friends?"

"Erm, no, not really. In fact, I hadn't seen Professor Sallow since school before today," she said. Her eyes skipped away from Bella's at the lie as they stood and moved towards the centre walkway.

"He is awfully handsome," she whispered. "I wish all professors looked as he does, it certainly makes for a lovely view."

"Perhaps," MC said. Her lips thinned a little. "I'm not sure it's very appropriate, though."

"Oh, of course," Bella said, quickly. A blush stained her cheeks. "Still, no harm in admiring from afar, is there? I will see you next lesson, nice to chat with you."

Bella's cheeks remained flushed as she hurried from the class, MC watching her go. The girl's words had irritated her somewhat, and she couldn't help the frown that creased her brow.

"Oh dear, my lesson wasn't that bad, was it? You look positively vexed."

Her gaze swung to meet with warm brown eyes, and an irresistible smirk. Her face relaxed. "Hello Sebas...erm, I mean, Professor," she said. Her cheeks flamed at the stumble.

His smile widened. "It's going to take some getting used to, am I right?"

"Maybe a little," she agreed. Maybe a lot. She glanced around as the students were filing out, the room almost empty now. "I think being a professor suits you. I enjoyed your class."

Seemingly pleased at her praise he held out his hand toward his desk. "Do you have a moment? I would like to show you something."

"Of course," she said.

She followed her Professor towards his large desk, her gaze wandering over his back and down towards his hips as he walked. She clutched her notebook tightly in her hands. Hadn't she just snipped at Bella for being this inappropriate? Fool.

Averting her gaze she stood before the desk as he circled around it. "I came across a book not so long ago that made me think of you," he said. He shuffled some old tomes in a pile and pulled one out. "Ah, this is the one." He held the book out to her. "This isn't on the reading list, however, I think you might find it interesting."

MC looked down at the old leather bound book. 'Ancient Magic, Truth or Myth'. She lifted her eyes to his, surprised. "Where did you get this?"

He gave her his trademark smirk. "I have my ways. You know me."

"I do, or rather I did," she said, taking the book. "It's been a while, but it's nice to hear that some things haven't changed. I shall look forward to reading it."

"Let me know what you think. I'm interested in your views on it, almost as much as I'm intrigued about your travels. You shall have to catch me up when you have the time," he said. His face took on a serious look. "In a strictly professional sense, of course."

MC stared at him across the desk and swallowed, nodding. Was that disappointment sliding through her stomach? Of course it would be in a professional sense. An exchange of views between a professor and his student. It was best to start as things were meant to go on, wasn't it?

"Of course, Sir," she said, politely. "I would be happy to."

While his face remained quietly serious, his eyes flashed with something a little more fiery when she called him sir. He nodded, his gaze flicking away for a moment, and he shuffled some parchment on his desk. "Great, well I won't keep you any longer," he said. "See you next class, Miss MC."

"Goodbye, Professor Sallow," she nodded.

It took everything in her not to look back over her shoulder as she left his lecture room.

....*....

"Ancient Egypt," Professor Sallow said. He wrote the words on his blackboard, before turning back to his class. "A fascinating culture that is filling up the Muggle newspapers at an alarming rate, archaeologists making brand new discoveries everyday while they try to understand what it all means. Has anyone here been taking an interest?"

MC glanced around the room and saw a few nods. She had definitely taken an interest and consumed every news article and pamphlet she could get her hands on. She sat, quill poised, attentive. Beside her, sat Bella, her blouse open at the throat and her eyes fixed dreamily on the professor. MC resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

"There are many secrets to uncover in Egypt, and in the magical sense, a whole lot more," Professor Sallow continued. "I'd like you to open your texts to page 227 and take a look at the star charts printed there, for Egyptians were top class Astronomers and the building of their structures is no happy accident."

Once again, MC was completely engrossed in her lesson, her quill scratching out her notes as fast as her hand would allow. She even raised her hand to offer some words of her own, the professor's eyes warming when he invited her to speak.

"There has been much speculation around hidden, secret chambers beneath the Sphinx," she said. "There has been talk of enchantments concealing such secrets below the ground."

As their eyes met, his smile was one of knowing, a teasing glint in his eye as he nodded. "Indeed there is," he said. "What I wouldn't give to go snooping around in such places? Imagine the secrets you could uncover."

MC blushed, memories of sneaking about the castle at night, exploring hidden caves in the Highlands drifting through her mind. She tried to imagine doing similar things with him in the mysterious desert plains of Egypt and it made her heart flutter quickly. In the look they exchanged in those brief seconds, the memories tumbled madly, experiences shared.

As he moved on with his lecture, Bella leant in towards MC. "I thought you said you two weren't close?" She whispered.

"We're not," MC said, quickly. She wouldn't look at Bella, keeping her gaze fixed on her notes.

She heard the girl's huff of disbelief. "That was one hell of a look he gave you. I wish he looked at me like that."

"You're imagining things," she said, sighing.

MC looked at her professor, warmth gathering deep in her belly at the mere suggestion of being close with him. Her gaze lingered on those long fingered hands, the curve of his lips, and the tempting curve of his bottom as he turned to write on the blackboard.

She closed her eyes and tried to refocus. She wanted to learn, she was here for knowledge, but Professor Sallow was becoming a rather dangerous distraction.

....*....

By the fourth lesson, MC realised that she was slipping deeper and deeper into the realms of a crush. She refused to put any other name to it. It was a crush on an old school friend, nothing more.

But, my goodness, was it distracting!

When he walked past her desk, his scent lingered behind him, teasing her senses with that and the way he moved, his hands gesturing as he spoke with passion about his subject.

Her eyes followed him, as did the girl's next to her, and MC hated the bitter sting of jealousy that was coiling in her gut. Bella was clearly equally enamoured with their professor, and she found every excuse to remain after class, or get his attention.

After a lesson on magical Ancient Greek symbols, Bella was up out of her seat, adjusting her blouse just so, before sauntering off towards the professor's desk. MC gathered her things with a sour grimace at the welcoming smile Sebastian offered Bella on her approach. Ever the charming gentleman so he was.

With an assignment to write, MC made her way to the Ministry's library. It was fast becoming one of her favourite places to be. She had adored the Hogwarts library, but this one was a whole other level of perfect. The grand scale of it took her breath away, it was almost on a par with those beautiful religious buildings Muggles built centuries ago, with ornate stone columns and bookcases stretching forever in each direction, combined with intimate study spaces and comfortable seating.

She found her favourite spot and got out her things, burying her head into her books and losing herself for a couple of hours.

At the tread of soft footsteps she looked up, her cheeks immediately warming as Professor Sallow appeared beside her. He leant curiously over to see what she was working on and smiled. "Working hard I see," he said. His voice was low and soft in the quiet of the library, intimate, and it almost made her shiver.

"Well, I do have a Professor to impress," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm afraid I've gone over the word count you suggested. I'm trying to edit it down, but I'm not having much luck."

"May I?" He asked. He indicated her parchment. She nodded and slid it across to him. He reached to pick it up, his fingertips grazing her hand. MC drew a swift breath in at the touch, her eyes flicking up to his a little alarmed, as she quickly put her hand into her lap. Oh my...

There was the barest flicker of reaction on his freckled face at the touch, before he slipped on his spectacles to read her work. Her heart pounded, cheeks too warm for the cool air of the library, and she tried not to stare at him. Since when did a pair of looking glasses look so bloody sexy?

He lifted an eyebrow, impressed. "You have certainly done your research," he said. His lips quirked. "It's nice to see some things haven't changed."

A call back to her words to him after the first class. She couldn't help but smile. "All or nothing," she said.

"I see you made mention of the great fire of Alexandria," he said. He looked at her. "It's painful when you think about all those lost scrolls, isn't it?"

She nodded. "Oh, absolutely, such a tragic loss. I would have lost myself for hours in such a place."

He gazed at her thoughtfully, something deep and intriguing in his gaze. Her pulse quickened under his stare, and then he was leaning in a little closer. "Would you like to know a secret?" He whispered. As entrancing as his eyes were, her gaze nevertheless risked a peek at his whispering lips. "I'm sure I can trust you with it. It's a Ministry secret after all."

"You can trust me," she whispered. "After all, I've got secrets I've kept from the Ministry."

His gaze held hers, more memories swirling between them. He nodded and continued. "The fire at Alexandria was deliberate, and certain important scrolls and texts were removed by wizards for safe keeping."

Her eyes widened. "Where are they?"

His smirk did delicious things to her insides. "Right here, under your very feet, in the Restricted Section of this library," he whispered. She shivered. Of course there was a Restricted Section. He slid his hand into his pocket. "And the best part is, I have a key."

He pulled out a key chain and held up an ornate iron key. She stared at it, her lips curving into a smile.

"Would you like to go and take a look? I can sneak you in," he offered.

She met his gaze. "Do you really have to ask?"

....*....

They were like teenagers again, casting glances over their shoulders as he led her down a narrow curving staircase. Anticipation thrummed with her pulse and her fingers trembled as they walked quickly, but quietly along a dark corridor. How was it that she was once again, sneaking into dark, forbidden places with Sebastian Sallow? She honestly couldn't seem to help herself.

As they approached an ornate iron gate, the design similar to his key, he paused, a gentle hand on her lower back as he listened for any sound of other people.

"There's not any Peeves type poltergeist menaces down here, are there?" She asked, quietly.

He chuckled. "No, there's that at least," he said. He slipped the key into the lock. "But, we must be quiet all the same. While not forbidden, a student down here after hours is not common practise. I may be accused of favoritism."

"Hmm, very unprofessional, sir," she said, playfully. "It's a good job I'm rather good at keeping your secrets."

To her surprise his cheeks turned a little pink. He cleared his throat and pushed open the gate, it swung open silently and they entered. He closed and locked it behind them, slipping the key back into his pocket.

She was utterly at his mercy, and she realised she was alright with that. He had always meant safety to her, something she had always been grateful for.

He led her through various aisles of bookcases and shelves stacked with various curiosities. Her eyes were everywhere and they exchanged smiles of understanding.

"This must be like your own personal heaven down here," she said.

He nodded and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "It certainly keeps me out of trouble."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Why do I find that hard to believe?"

"Come on, this way," he said. Whether out of habit, or not, he took hold of her hand as they walked. His palm was warm, comforting, familiar, and she didn't pull away.

The deeper they went the heavier the silence of the place surrounded them, it was like they were in their own little world. When he showed her the ancient scrolls, she almost cried at the significance of them, her fingers trembling to be able to touch such rare and important items.

"Merlin," she gasped. "I cannot believe it. Scrolls, from the Great Library of Alexandria! I must be dreaming!"

"You and me both," he said, softly.

She looked up at him, the air evaporating from her lungs at the way he was looking at her. Soft, but so very flammable. He reached up to brush a stray strand of hair from her face, and then her lungs seemed to be working double time, desperate to draw in enough oxygen to keep up with her thudding heart.

Her lips parted without thought as his mouth lowered to hers. The softness of his kiss making her eyes flutter closed. He tasted of whiskey and peppermint, he smelled like home, and she melted into his touch as his hands grazed her waist.

As he deepened the kiss, his tongue flicking at her lips, she welcomed him, moaning softly. His grip tightened at her waist and her hands were in his hair, grazing at the tender flesh of his neck.

Their feet were moving and she felt the press of a bookcase up against her back, his mouth found her neck, hot and teasing. Her breaths sounded loud to her own ears but she was powerless to stop herself from sliding down this slippery slope.

"Sebastian," she whispered. It was a plea, an expression of her desire for him.

His face lifted to hers, his forehead resting against her own. "Call me Sir," he groaned.

Heat pierced through her core and her thighs clenched tightly. She stared into those deep brown eyes, drowning in them. "Yes, sir," she breathed.

He devoured her, pressing his hips into her eagerly, crushing her against the ancient books. His tongue fought for dominance and she let him win, his kiss deep, hungry and possessive.

His hands slid lower, gripping her hips, fingers sliding to tease her backside. She moaned into his mouth, her hips rolling eagerly towards him. Gods, she wanted him, all restraint withering under his touch. As she rocked against him, she felt the hard nudge of his arousal through their clothing, and both of them gasped.

He stilled, his eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Gods...MC..." His voice was tight, strained. "Forgive me," he whispered.

Reluctantly, he moved back away from her, breathing hard. Her fingers dragged over his shoulders, aching as he slipped from her grip. He turned to adjust his trousers, getting control of himself.

"It's alright," she panted.

"I shouldn't be taking advantage of you like that," he said. He turned to meet her gaze. "It could get us both into trouble. I'm sorry."

She bit her lower lip. Disappointment flooded through her, but she understood, no matter how hard it was. Her body ached for him, need so hot and desperate she was practically throbbing with it. She couldn't help herself, her lips lifted into a teasing smirk.

"Look at you sticking to the rules," she said. "I'm impressed...Sir."

His expression was pained. "Don't..."

She straightened, smoothing her hands over her clothing and patting her hair. "Sorry, Sir," she said. She gave him a sweet smile. "I promise to be a good girl from now on."

His eyes flashed dangerously. "Don't do that," he warned. "Don't tease me."

"Whatever do you mean?" She stared at him, her eyes wide and almost innocent. "Now, I thought you brought me down here to see forbidden ancient scrolls, Sir. Shall we continue?"

His jaw clenched and his throat worked, but he nodded. He gestured towards where the scrolls were. "Of course," he said.

As they finished up and snuck back out of the Restricted Section, MC couldn't help the flutter of anticipation for their next class. She would be sure to smile sweetly and call him Sir, knowing what secrets lurked in the dark between them.

To be continued... Part Two

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