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tubbytarchia · 3 months

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Traffic/Life series roster as dinosaurs

A lot of these don't make for very good hybrids unless you wanna get into freaky territory or full on centaur but... Hope it's a fun scroll nonetheless!

Grian - Novialoidea

A small birdie... The name also means "New wings" which I find fun. New lives and death games to be part of, new wings to accompany him... (Honorable mention to "Shuvuuia" the "desert bird" who unfortunately is not a pterosaur (doesn't fly)) (Yes we're including pterosaurs! Just using "dinosaur" as a conveient blanket term)

Tango - Aratasaurus / Pyroraptor

Fire raptor! Either works just fine and Tango as a skittery little raptor is perfect for a creature like him

Scar - Apatosaurus

"Deceptive Lizard" harkening back to Scar's scamming tendencies. Though I've always liked the idea of him being some larger gentler animal in any hybrid scenario and a long-neck fits the bill well. He can poke his nose into people's conversations easily to start marketing something useless to them and swishes his tail to ward off anyone who's about to stop him

Impulse - Nasutoceratops

Ren - Regaliceratops

Horns. COOL horns. I don't know what else you want from me ceratopses are just way too awesome. Nasutoceratops is a wicked cool dinosaur for having its horns point so forward much like a bull and I for one can jive with some Impulse bull symbolism. Bulls are often viewed as strong, sturdy and loyal, traits also assigned to Impulse a LOT of the time. But though he IS intensely loyal in many cases (+ Ceratopses are also known for how they defend their own!), and he's not very outward about the following traits, he can get quite petty and bitchy and hold grudges. Still, you don't think of that when you look at him and he seems to agree! Eg him feeling like he should be accepted into Cleo's alliance in 3rd life without actually proving himself when Cleo was rightfully hesitant, at which Impulse more or less rolled his eyes. And him proclaiming "betrayal!" when killed by Bdubs when their alliance was as firm as a rat's tail

(And I feel the need to point this out too just in case: "bulls are also known for their temper" yeah but they're not like that! Bulls like many animals become defensive when exposed to aggravating behavior or movement! Which you could work into Impulse's grudge holding and intense loyalty...? I don't know enough about him sorry but do with that what you will)

Regaliceratops! Regal!! Crown shaped frill!!! Need I say more?

Gem - Therizinosaurus

Theris are so bad bitch coated to me and I would love to have one as my wife I mean um I couldn't decide on a less generic specimen so Gem can just be a Theri! A herbivore - often associated with the belief that herbivores are gentle passive creatures, but far from it, especially with Gem! She bares her claws like it's no one's business

Martyn - Stygmoloch

A Pachy with a tough head and a tendency to bonk people - I think it fits Martyn's tendency to perpetuate drama haha. The Stygmoloch's name though more or less translates to "demon of the styx river", the river of the underworld representing loathing of death. To me this makes sense with all the watcher lore (that I have a hard time understanding but whatever!!) especially with how Martyn became in LL. The watchers themselves don't loathe death (??) of course. They're death games. But someone within the game trying to stay alive and win? Probably loathes the idea of themselves dying. I have no clue what Im saying

Pearl - Carnotaurus

Ok maybe a hot take not to make her into a pteradon or even a raptor with wing-like features but those just didn't fit that well in my opinion. Rather I wanted her to have some kind of horn motif in place of her wings as visual symbolism for her character. I'd like to imagine her having fine horns, to then have them damaged (one broken off) and simultaneously the other more grown out. Think of how domesticated goats for example have their horns trimmed. I think human hybrids with horns would do the same to keep them from becoming a bother but Pearl would neglect to after her heartbreak in DL. I was heavily considering the Diabloceratops for this, especially because of the name (Devil horned face - good ostracizing material) but Pearl strikes me a lot more as a carnivore and there are only two horned carnivores out there so... Carnotaurus it is haha. And even now I'm making her horns unrealistically big but.... We can suspend some belief

BigB - Oryctodromeus

"Digging Runner"! I've already talked plenty of why BigB is very rabbit behavior to me and my reasons for assigning this burrowing dinosaur to him are similar. Tldr he is fidgety and cautious yet clever and constantly buries himself underground

Lizzie - Anurognathidae

I don't even fucking know man it made me think of Lizzie and then I wasn't able to assign anything else to her. Lizzie often claims to be confused and if any dinosaur looks to be in a perpetual state of confusion then its this one. I know a lot of people like to portray Lizzie as a butterfly also so there you go, wings!!! And it's quite cat-like too for those who like to draw her as a cat

Mumbo - Leinkupal

I really struggled with Mumbo... So many different dinos fit him imo but I figured it should be at least something moderately large (so "Technosaurus" was out of the question lol). Then I rediscovered this dinosaur whose name translates to "vanishing family" and then I thought about LL and SL and how Mumbo went out quickly after the initial death/s and left a very felt absence in someone's alliance and then I became really emotional and forgot what I was doing

Joel - Nodocephalosaurus

Bdubs - Psittacosaurus

"Knob Headed Lizard"

Joel as an Ankylosaur has been stuck in my head from day one of assigning dinosaurs to the Lifers and I'm frustrated that I can't truly explain why. You'd view an Ankylosaur as a slow and docile creature, even compared to other herbivores, but...

1. Maybe not so much nowadays, I don't know what non-dino nerds think, but I feel like ankylosaurs were largely believed to be HUGE back in the day, much like velociraptors, when in reality they're not that big. The Nodocephalosaurus is especially small even among other ankylosaurs. But, well, we all know what Joel loves to say about himself

2. Joel is or likes to make himself look well in control, just as ankylosaurs have little to worry about as far as predators go. Especially in earlier series where he was content basing mostly by himself. It's always when things get dire and he enters his red life that he becomes very impulsive and erratic like an ankylosaur flipped on its back

3. I know there's a distinction between Traffic Joel and Empires Joel and whatever other Joel but... Even in death games his more charitable traits shine through here and there. He really becomes a dangerous rascal for a large majority of the time and he's very good at it, he's not putting on a mask or anything, but I like to remember that underneath that tough spiky armor is gentleness and caring. His care towards Lizzie and Pearl and Etho etc etc

4. The image of Joel as a hell of a spiky creature is just really fun to me. Yet heavy and blunt ones! And someone once proposed the idea of him having a club tail but having chiselled it to be sharp to mirror him being a menace. (Added benefit also that it's lighter that way haha) To me he's always been an obvious heavy hitter rather than stealthy or particularly creative etc. Him as a carnivore just doesn't work as well for me

The name bares no fitting meaning but when I look at Bdubs I think of Psittaco. All other species close to it in looks are already ceratopsians and we have like... 3 of those already lol. Im sorry Bdubs you look so stupid

Cleo - Lythronax

There's so few predators in this roster lol oops, but Cleo deserves to be an apex one! The name translates to "Gore King" because you know, zombies... and you know, Cleo is very king so true. If any of the Lifers should be able to boast rows of razor sharp teeth to gore others it should be ZombieCleo

Scott - Theiophytalia

I've been really struggling with Scott but how about the dinosaur whose name translates to "Belonging to the garden of Gods". There's only one known specimen of this species and it's an Iguanadon looking dinosaur which I think a lot of people would regard as the most basic, possibly boring type of dinosaur (if it weren't for the Allosaurus which already takes the title of "basic straight white guy") but that further fits Scott imo. It's always been a strong point of appeal to me how MUCH there is to his character that so often goes under the radar or unexplored, and how he's very often portrayed as just some handsome looking guy as opposed to a hybrid etc. He's not at all extravagant yet has mastered his craft of bending fate in his favor, he so often has things perfectly under his control just as he wants them, etc... reflective of the name "Theiophytalia" even if you wouldn't think such a dinosaur to sport one of the most prolific names a dinosaur can have. Also garden something something flower husbans. Basically whatever Bree's take on Scott is lol. I don't wanna blab for 5 paragraphs about that blue mf here but. I hope this makes sense

Jimmy - Yinlong

I struggled with this mf the most because he's another very hashtag deep character. I felt really bad to remove his bird motifs completely because the canary is so essential to him, but a raptor nor a pteradon fit my image of him at all. I spent so much time looking into various species but it just aint it, but Yinlong was possibly quilled and we can still cover him in feathers, even if he has nothing close to wings haha... BUT ANYWAY. Yinlong is a small kind of pathetic looking dinosaur, and Jimmy definitely isn't small but he'd sure be made to feel that way. Yinlong translates to "Hidden Dragon" however, a rather thought-provoking name for such a dinosaur. Given his character, it sure does feel like there's a soul of a dragon laying dormant somewhere in him, buried by all the self deprecation and curse labels. Honorable mention to Tianyulong, a very similar dinosaur who was named after a museum, but "Tianyu" also translates to peace and content. Something that Jimmy can't yet but deserves to be

Etho - undefined raptor

Already made a loong post about raptor Etho haha which I assume yall have seen since the support towards that post is the only reason I'm even making this post

Skizz - Olorotitan

"Titanic Swan" close enough to an angel right. I feel the whole angel thing is a bit overdone when Skizz can become a malicious little creature every now and then, but swans much like angels do get viewed as beautiful and taken as symbolism of love. Much like Skizz is largely viewed as an angel and often as someone who can do no wrong. But mostly I wanted Skizz to be a hadrosaur/duck-billed dinosaur, because those are dinosaurs known for their speculated vocalizations. And what is Skizz good at? Talking and voicing his love and appreciation? Yeah? Yeah... I'm so sorry Skizz btw this hybrid idea does not work out

Again, a lot of these don't work so well as hybrids... Some like the long-neck ones I cant imagine to have more than a spiky spine back and a tail, but! These picks aren't based on hybrid potential but rather what I think genuinely fits. I did really work on this all day looking through a bunch of dinosaurs and research haha, but I do love dinosaurs a lot... If you disagree with any hey thats cool! Feel free to give me your opinions if you've any and I hope this was fun to scroll through regardless

#oh boy here we go with the tags #grian #tangotek #impulsesv #rendog #I feel bad tagging these Im not gonna tag them all alright forgive me #zombiecleo #joel smallishbeans #geminitay #ldshadowlady #ok thats more than enough forgive me traffic gods #trafficblr #but also blabber?#rendog is my fave... and Joel but I have ankylosaur bias #ankylosaurus best animal sorry to every other animal #oh and Gem of course haha....... Theris are so cool man #second best animal #tubby art

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euphoricfilter · 6 months

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𝐒𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 | 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏𝟎

not exactly dressed for a professional discussion

tags/ warnings: game designer! jungkook || non-idol au || established relationship || they finally communicate (yippee), love love love, feelings, mentioned sex and cock and balls (womp womp)

word count: 1.5k

notes: no taglist !! no taglist !!

☆ collaboration with @bonny-kookoo 💞 ☆

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“Jungkook” you call out from the kitchen, can of beer hissing as you open it, feet padding against the floor as you go to grab two glasses from the fridge, “You finally got pants on?” you say after a beat of silence.

“No” he calls back from the bedroom, something thudding against the floor.

“I don’t want your naked ass on the couch” you balance one of the cans on top of the other, tucked under your chin as you grab both glasses by the handles, easily slipping back into the living room.

“But you’ve had your naked ass on the couch, why can’t I have mine?” he asks, voice startling you a little, louder than you’d expected.

You turn to see him stood in the entrance to the living room, half expecting him to still have no clothes on. Though when your eyes rake down the length of his body, you find him in nothing but his underwear. Your eyes stay trained on his bulge for a second longer than necessary.

“Like what you see, baby?” he steps towards you, your eyes flickering back up to meet his own.

“You know I do, otherwise I wouldn’t be here right now” you wave him off, taking a seat on the couch.

He moves to sit beside you, your hand raising to stop him, “It seems more professional if you sit on that chair” you point to where you want him.

He simply blinks down at you, indulging you in your antics as he takes a seat on the chair.

“I’m not exactly dressed for a professional discussion” he motions down the length of his body. You take that as an invitation to drink him in once more, no shame in your eyes as you paint the picture of him inside your mind. Legs spread, muscles in his stomach tensing as he gets himself comfortable.

“I told you to get dressed, that’s your own fault” you slouch a little from where you’re sat.

“What’s the point? You’ve seen my dick, what shame is there anymore?” he tuts, fingers tapping against the arm of the chair.

“We’re meant to be having a serious discussion right now, you can’t talk about your dick”

He hums, “Sorry”

“Clearly something has happened over the last couple of weeks” you start and he nods, another apology slipping off his tongue.

You shake your head, “I don’t want to just apologize… just, don’t do it again okay? I know I wasn’t perfect either. If we’d just talked about it—” you huff, mouth falling shut when Jungkook jumps up a little from where he’s sat.

“You are perfect” he tells you.

“Huh?” you gape, eyebrows furrowing.

He scoots to the edge of the couch, “You said you weren’t perfect either, but you’re literally the most perfect specimen of a human”

“Jungkook that’s not—” you shake your head, “First of all, no one’s perfect—”

“You are”

“That’s subjective” you argue.

“Yeah well I said so, you can’t disagree” he waves you off.

You mouth falls open for a moment, mind utterly baffled by his logic “Says who?”

“Says me obviously”

“Are you trying to fight me?” you ask, genuinely bemused by his enthusiasm.

“Never” he shakes his head, eyes wide in the way that is so entirely Jungkook.

“You’re missing the point”

“Which is?”

You sigh, index finger rubbing between your eyebrows, “I don’t care what the reason is for you taking on extra work. Either it be for the both of us or for yourself… just, tell me next time?”

“But it wouldn’t have been a surprise if I told you” He murmurs, eyebrows pinched together.

“You realise you can say you’re planning something and need the extra money; I wouldn’t ask beyond that if you made it clear. I thought you were cheating”

His bottom lip juts out a little, “I would never do that…”

You sigh, “You can’t go around hiding your phone, and locking your laptop without so much as an explanation. I was so scared”

He slips off the chair, scooting between your legs. He takes both your hands, pressing your knuckles to his lips, kissing them gently, so many words you know will stay stuck within the confines of his mind forever translated through such a tender act of love.

“I’m sorry” he whispers, “I didn’t even think about how that would look… let alone the idea of you thinking I would cheat. You know I wouldn’t do that to you right?” he looks up at you through his lashes, thumbs running over the soft skin of your hands.

You shrug, eyes flitting between his own.

“Y/n” he says, tone serious, “I need you to know I would never do that to you”

“Days” you start, “So many days I thought you’d found someone better”

He shakes his head, frantic, “That’s impossible” he tugs you towards the edge of the couch, “It’s impossible to find anyone better when I already have the best”

“Do you know how upset I was when you couldn’t get your dick hard?” you frown at him. His mouth falls open, words slowly climbing up his throat as his mind processes what you’d just said.

“You said you’d forget about that” he laughs, pressing his forehead to one of your knees.

“You can’t go a day without fucking, and then suddenly one day after a week of no sex you can’t get hard. Jesus Kook, I was sure that someone else was getting your dick wet”

His shoulders shake with the force of his laugh, “I could just look at you and probably cum” he says, pulling you onto the floor with him, sitting you between his spread legs.

“Anything else you wanna add?” he murmurs, lips pressing against your jaw.

“Don’t treat me like a maid next time” your voice is low, barely above a whisper. “Ask for help if you can’t get your half of the chores done because you’re busy, don’t just make it out like you expect me to do it all. Made me so mad”

“Gathered that much” he whispers, lips trailing over your cheek, “Haven’t had you shout at me like that since we first started dating.”

Your arms slip over his shoulders, “Sorry for shouting. You just make me so angry sometimes”

You feel his lips curl up into a smile as he presses another gentle kiss to the warm skin of your other cheek.

“How can I make it up to you?”

You stay silent for a moment, eyes slipping shut as his arms slip around your waist, “do your chores… no more over time… come to bed at a normal time. You know I hate sleeping without you, and just—tell me when you’re planning something next time, even if you just say it’s a surprise. Then I know you’re not balls deep in another person”

He hums, “Very reasonable requests.”

You feel his hands slip a little lower, squeezing the flesh of your ass, deep groan vibrating from his chest.

You press your own hand over his heart, “Better stop there, baby” you press a kiss to his cheek, “I’m going out”

His eyes are wide as you stand up, smile toying at your lips.

“Where are you going?” he’s quick to stand up, trailing after you into the bedroom.

“My friends are still going on that trip this weekend, so they’re going shopping” you say, rummaging around for your bag.

He narrows his eyes at you, “You told them you’re not going right?” he asks.

You don’t turn to look at him as you shove your phone into the bag, “Huh?”

“Y/n—Baby, you told them you’re not going with them, right?” his hands fall onto your hips, tugging you backwards until your ass meets his cock.

“Not yet” you glance at him over your shoulder, “I’ll tell them when I see them in a minute” you wave him off.

“You have to tell them, okay?” he calls after you as you slip into the bathroom, “Maria is really excited to meet you, I can’t disappoint her like that”

You peer around the door into the bedroom, eyes meeting Jungkook’s.

“Who? Your 60 year old fuck buddy?”

He groans, “She’s happily married, just so you know”

You hum looking over at him as he leans against the doorframe.

“I love you” it slips off your tongue before you can even think of what had been said, three almost perfect words. Because sometimes love never felt like strong enough of a word when it came to loving Jungkook, and you’re sure with the way he looks at you through the mirror—like you’d hung the stars in the sky, built his world and stood beside him for so long, that he would agree that maybe it’s something a little more than a four-letter word.

“I love you more” he hums, tugging you into his arms as he stares at the both of your reflection, “No fighting me on that one”

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bitchlessdino · 1 year

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Good Dad, Better Daddy (m)

Pairing: Fem!reader x dilf!Mingyu

Genre: smut, angstish

word count: 8.4k

tags: plot rich, age gap, morally gray reader, medical student!reader, mentor!reader, best friend's dad!mingyu, kissing joshua and brief mentions of jeonghan, forced proximity, domestic au, mention of alcohol, spitting, oral (rec.), praise kink, pet names (good girl) pussy spitting, spanking, daddy kink, exhibitionism, face cumming, pearl necklaces, unprotected sex

Summary: you were hesitant when your friend said you should just stay at her house for the summer, especially knowing you can barely contain yourself with her hot dad around as well as the thought of not getting caught.

author note: so this one is real, as promised. its filthy. messy. and dramatic

@shiningstar-byulxx @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @onlymingyus

You had a pretty normal taste in men. It wasn’t extraordinary, like he had to be super talented at one thing or had to come from loads of old money. What you envisioned for yourself was a nice man with a humble heart, great taste in food–if he could help it–be fit and find you just as attractive as you find him.

Kim Mingyu, your college friend’s biological father, could not be this man. He could never be this man. Not for the fact that he is unattractive–good heavenly gods and goddesses, how does a man like this exist–because he is just that, incredibly gorgeous and big and tall and hot.

The point is, you’re still looking, and this summer was the perfect time to do that. The problem was that Minhee–the trustworthy underclassmen/good friend/daughter of the infamously hot dad that somehow surfaced all over campus–invited, well insisted, that you stay with her for the remainder of summer break.

You had gotten close with her over the school year as a mentor, working her though pre-med to prepare her for actual medical school, yours specifically since it was best in the whole ding dang country. You just happen to mention your parents lived out of the way and you couldn’t visit them this year, so summer break had been a fleeting thought in your mind. Minhee, irrevocably delightful and considerate, wanted to show thanks for all the time you put into helping her and mention the spare room at her home half an hour away from campus.

The same home with the incredibly gorgeous father of hers that you had the pleasure of meeting once at a college picnic. It was a hot day, and he wore a sleeveless tank top that was transparent from the sweat of several rounds of volleyball, clinging on to him like a thin additional layer of skin. Attention was on him like a single acorn in a field of squirrels, gnawing at the sight of such a specimen with abs and pecs so taut and round you could mistake them for the brioche buns for the grilled burgers you were all having. And now, you are going to have the pleasure of living in close quarters with him. Only God knows how this would go.

“Good seeing you again, Y/n. Need help getting that upstairs?”

Mr. Kim, who urges you to call him Mingyu instead, is pointing out the duffle bag the size of a human being loaded on your back that you physically struggled to carry in. You remember your mom once pointing out how it looked ridiculous strapped to you like that. That was the point mother. It eliminated any potential advances.

You grin back at him with wide, platonically amicable smile, “Nope, all good,” then made your first steps over to the stairs and you can practically feel his presence lingering behind you as you walked up, probably waiting for you to fall so he could catch you in his stupidly large arms.

“Are you sure? I’m all for being a feminist, independence and what not, but I don’t know if I can let a bag that big potentially get you to trip fall down these stairs. Just had them remodeled.” God, his smile was dazzling, and those pretty canines could mark you like a badge you’d wear proudly.

“I’m good, Mr. Kim. Your glossy wood boards are safe under my feet, I promise.”

He scoffs, following you back up the stairs. “What did I tell you about calling me Mingyu, hmm? Plus you’re a guest. Since I’m the one that’s paid off this house, that means something.”

Please. He’s so witty, funny, and charming in addition to being so, so hot. This was going to be a long summer.

You toss the bag on the bed in the room Mingyu had claimed would be your ‘home away from home,’ and you smile at him in gratitude for keeping the peace.

“While I appreciate it, it’s all good. Thank you, though.” You were painfully aware of your hair sticking out in the most unflattering angles, your cheeks warm and face sweaty from climbing up a flight of stairs, and your loud obnoxious pants that could compete with your old neighbor’s golden retriever that had breathing problems. Nope, not even giving him an opportunity to think about any potential of being in bed with him. The question was, were you trying to convince him or yourself?

“Well then, Minhee is with her mom for another hour, so you won’t see her until then. If you’re hungry I could always whip you something up in the meantime. Save you some lunch money.”

Before you could protest, the eruption of thunder in your stomach interrupts you, earning Mingyu your sheepish grin and you one of Mingyu’s know-it-all smiles. “I guess a sandwich or something couldn’t hurt.”

He beckons you with a head tilt. “Come on down, you can help me. We can make something for Minhee before she gets here, too.”

Let’s make things clear. When Kim “DILF” Mingyu asks you to follow him to hell, you follow him to hell. When he offers to make you food, you happily devour it. And when he asks you for help in the kitchen, you tell him “yes, chef,” like you’re his doting little follower. You convince yourself it’s because you grew up with manners in your household. Helping elders was the least you could do. Mingyu, being much older, just naturally fell into that category.

“So, Minhee has only good things to say about you. I can’t thank you enough for helping her.”

He shoves the fabric of his button up to his elbows and proceeds to grab things from top sleeves you wouldn’t otherwise reach, handing you a grater and block of cheese to conjure up some of his famous Kimchi pasta. You’re carefully holding the grater steady by the handle, taking the block from the tip and spreading. “Well, Minhee’s awesome, I can’t thank her enough for being amazing. Getting into medical school was insane for me and she’s just breezing through. You have a very intelligent daughter, Mr. Kim.”

“Mingyu.” He repeats, as if telling you once wasn’t enough.

You shake your head while scrunching your nose. “Doesn’t roll off the tongue for me, sorry.”

Pouting, he glances at you in a light-hearted glare. “Fine. Treat me like a stranger. Eat my food like I’m a personal chef. I'm just Minhee’s old man after all.”

You roll your eyes with a smile on your lips. “Fine. Mingyu. Happy?”

“Much.”

His tone is happy, playfully, yet effortlessly alluring. Especially as he strides your way, standing mere inches away from you to retrieve a bountiful cheese nestling inside the grater, which he scoops up into a bowl to put in his decadent red sauce simmering over the stove. He meets your eyes in a soft gaze, the one that makes you hear music in your head, politely asking, “more please,” and tossing bowel’s contents to the pan.

He wants more cheese, you’d grate more cheese. What you did not intend was a piece of your palm to get caught in the metal. You wince, causing you to drop the cheese grater and hold up your hand to examine the damage.

“What’s wrong?” He immediately comes back to your side and takes your hand in his large grasp, seeing the cut for the first time, fresh with red. “Be more careful, please.”

His eyes crinkle in concern, thumbing over the sensitive layer skin, and releasing a sigh from his lips. Your eyes flutter, startled at his quick return, feeling the tension of his forearms as it brushed against yours. He could’ve not looked more attractive than this very moment and now you were wondering how many accidents you can get yourself into before he starts suspecting they’re intentional.

“I’m okay. Just a bit of a scratch.”

The way his eyes flit back at you in disbelief, almost as if there’s anger in them, and that simple look makes something in your chest do somersaults. “Are you kidding me? You’re bleeding. I’m getting first aid.”

“Mingyu–”

“Sit down, Y/n.”

Why, yes, sir.

You take the seat on the bar stool, watching as Mingyu momentarily turns off the stove and grabs a little red box. He pulls it apart, setting most of the contents on the counter. He treats the cut delicately, quietly, gracefully. Making sure it’s properly clean from infection, he places a bandaid, trapping in the sensitivity.

“Thank you.” You squeak out.

He gives you a soft grin. “Not a problem. Didn’t expect to be babying two girls this weekend.”

Babying. That word lingered in your mind longer than it should have. It invades your brain, crawling into the inner workings of thoughts pushed aside and echoed in your head. It bothered you and you have the faintest idea why.

You snicker humorously. “I’m definitely not a baby.”

He shrugs, smoothing out the adhesive. “Of course not. Not many babies are accomplished enough to graduate cum laude to get into medical school with 4.0 GPA, while building a philanthropy for families that suffered from loss due to the worldwide pandemic.”

You shyly shield away hearing that. You hadn’t expressed that part of your life often with other people. Most of the time, you are found out, having people commend you when the topic is brought up. But you didn’t do it for attention, including Mingyu’s. “Minhee told you that?” You watch for his response, seeing his lips curl up in a foreign method.

“No, she didn’t.”

You shake your head, bemused. “How did you hear that then?”

“I did my own research on you. Making sure you weren’t some kid making Minhee out for a quick buck.”

“And?” You had a feeling there was more to it.

His posture has shifted, expression somewhat twisted, and eyes fixated on you. Like he is undressing you in his head as we speak.

“I wasn’t disappointed.”

A gust of wind expels from your lungs and despite the vagueness in both your words, it’s as if you were speaking your own language. He lets go of your hand, but visibly craves being closer. Cursing his better judgment, he doesn’t take the risk, and instead takes a step back instead. Your arm lunges forward, off your seat and towards Mingyu, and your hand wraps around his forearm. You trail over his expression, cautious and hesitation, and you let a digit impulsively run down his arms, now pebbling in goosebumps under your touch.

“Why do you look scared of me?” you ask, now grinning.

He looks as if he wants to brush off the comment, but his defense fails to let him. “Why would I be scared of you?”

“You tell me, Mr. Kim,” You raise a brow. “Or I’m sorry, Mingyu. Since that is what you like me calling you. Mingyu.”

He scoffs, feeling backed into a corner. The image was funny since he had the very build to do that same, but here he was. Trapped. Being interrogated. None other than a college student only a few years older than his daughter. “Can you blame a guy for wanting to make things less awkward?”

“What is there to be awkward about–I’m not awkward,” you lie through your teeth, pressing a palm to your chest, “Is there something you feel awkward about? Mingyu.”

His name burns on your tongue differently, stark in contrast to its original purpose of dropping formalities. Maybe it could drop pants instead.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, Y/n.”

Looks like you’ve hit a nerve.

“I’m simply trying to get to know you better, considering that’s what it sounded like you wanted. Are you trying to get to know me, Mingyu? What things do you want to know?”

His bottom lip drops from the corner of his mouth, blinking back at your taunts in intrigue, and shifts the weight on his legs. He takes the moment to scan you from head to toe, deliberating your question, leaning closer against you until you find your back digging into the marble of the counter. His hands plant on either side of you. His warm breath fans your cheeks, spicy cologne surrounding you at all angles, and he ponders at you from the dark wisps of hairs that fell at his eyes.

“Are you ready for that answer? Truly?”

You swallow a lump in your throat, already caught in those eyes that now trailed over your body shamelessly. He looks at you as if he held back this whole time and has finally let loose of the reins. His hands smoothed over the marble, meeting each other, locking fingers, and trapping you in his careful embrace.

Your hand falls to his first chest, feeling the pure stone beneath the thin layer of fabric on top of him. You let out a shallow breath, eyes roaming over the man you so desperately wished wasn’t constantly in your mind. God, did he feel utterly exquisite.

Your hands trail up the nape of his neck, lifting yourself from your toes, and let your lips ghost over his. Your hot, anxious breath fans his face, and the pulse you feel under your palm heightens. “I think I have a right to know a lot of what you’re not telling me.”

‘Fuck me. Fuck me right now against this counter. I promise I’ll be good. Please lord, give it to me.’

Your wishes aren’t granted when you hear a car pull up and Mingyu immediately backs off, shaking his head like falling out of a trace.

‘No! No! Minhee. What the fuck? What the fuck? I was this close to fucking your dad and I was willing to do so much.’

You internally sob, hearing the beep of the vehicle go off, and a few seconds after a jangle of keys, the door swings open. “The prophetic child had arrived!”

You settle into the marble in defeat. Trying to muster up anything other than disappointment on your face as you watch Mingyu retreat from you and wrap his arms around his daughter. “Took you long enough, kid. Was thinking you forgot about me.”

“How could I even think about leaving the two of you alone in one place? You are embarrassing enough.”

His arm slings over her shoulders, planting an old fashioned noogie on the crown of her head. “Take that back. Say I’m the coolest.”

“Dad, what the heck? You’re so annoying!”

Minhee talks a lot of smack, but she smiles the brightest around her dad. Their smiles couldn’t be any more different, considering she got that from her mom, but you could see a lot of Mingyu in Minhee. Your stomach is now bubbling up in guilt, momentarily grim, before pushing yourself to meet her halfway. “Hi, Minhee.”

“Y/n!” She shoves Mingyu out of the way and grips you with so much force and warmth. “You really came! Gosh, this summer is gonna be so great.”

Minhee takes you aside, switches eyes back and forth from me and her father, chipper like an elf the day after Christmas. “My two favorite people in one summer. Don’t tell mom.”

“Why not,” he joins your embrace, fingers brushing against your bicep making your micro hairs stand stiff on your arm. “It could really bother her with this. I have every mind to.”

“Don’t you dare! Anyway, what's for lunch?”

Mingyu doesn’t pay the slightest attention to you during the meal after what almost transpired in the very place you prepared it. You fork over your food door in contempt, watching their animated conversation long enough to analyze their relationship. Minhee is as easy going as her dad, all smiles and radiance, and while Mingyu was well into his age, it doesn't appear so as he emits this natural youth that seems to combat age better than that of the most expensive, luxurious cream on the market. He aged incredibly. Even the smell of fermented cabbage couldn’t bring disdain to his presence.

“Hope dad’s been nice. He can be a lot.”

You’re pulled away from your thoughts and you smile back at the younger girl, not letting it reach near your eyes. “Oh, he’s been…inviting.”

Mingyu clears his throat at that, hands giving out in a slight tremble as he reaches over to retrieve his beverage.

“Probably overly inviting. He has a habit of that, but that is usually what scares the bad ones away. He’s always given my ex-boyfriends this illusion of comfort and hospitality, but then rips them apart when they say anything remotely critical about me.” She playfully shudders, “he can go psycho.”

“I am right here, darling daughter.”

“Good, because you needed to hear it.”

You chuckle in amusement, feeling honored you get to witness such a wholesome relationship. Their familial interactions eventually come to an end and dishes are gathered to get washed. You volunteer yourself to help, reasoning with the Kims that you were a grateful guest living here for free, and that this was the least you could do.

“Not with your cut.” Mingyu points out.

Minhee’s eyes shoot open at you. “You got a cut?”

“It’s fine,” you reassure, “I’ll wear gloves. Why don’t you get the movie ready that you’ve been wanting to watch?”

“I actually thought of taking us out, if that’s okay. We should spend the first night out, not at home. Silly.”

“Oh?”

You hadn’t thought about leaving the house much, only expecting a few dinners out when the night prompted, but it was a Thursday afternoon. What much was there to do on a hot summer weekday? What was even open?

“There's just this place I wanted to check out since getting back into town and I just know you would love it. Please?”

You were actually really hoping to finish that moment again with Mingyu, calling in a bathroom break when you’re really having him rail you down the stairs with his hand clamped over your mouth. “Sure. Why not? We deserve it.”

Minhee claps with joy. “Great! I’m gonna get ready.”

The girl makes her excited steps up the stairs, the thumps of her feet distancing from earshot as you come up over the sink. You pull the gloves over your forearm as warm water runs down the rubber. “I guess I should hurry up and get ready too.”

You peer at Mingyu from the corner of your eyes. For the first time, an unreadable expression is on his face, and he’s taken over in silence. He thinks to walk over, hovering his footing, and gradually approaching you in a smooth stride. “You girls have fun.”

That was a strange response considering your moment together. You direct your body to him, “Um, Mingyu, are you acting strange becau–”

“We should let what happened not come between us. Just a fleeting moment. Natural with two adults. You understand.”

With that he walks away from you, only having his back into view as tracks his way back to his room, leaving you abandoned, horny, ashamed.

Fuck it. You will have a good time.

As soon as you and Minhee were both ready, you’d have a great time out, and you’d make sure of it. You leave the house together, punching the thought of Mingyu away and enjoy drinks at the new bar located a short drive from her place. The atmosphere is lively and well and the drinks, although pricey, were delicious nonetheless.

The occasional image of Mingyu mere centimeters away from you would appear in your head and with that, you immediately swallow down your drink, drowning him until it’s a blur. It helps that Minhee liked talking, and you dind’t mind in the slightest. She was good company, one of the many reasons you like being around Minhee. It seems that you weren’t the only one to agree as you swarmed by company.

They introduced themselves as Jeonghan and Joshua, two gentlemen that planned on scoping out the location to see how it competes with theirs, evidently poaching new clientele. They urge both you and Minhee to visit their place another time, persuading you with a few free drinks and perks they were willing to give. You looked back at Minhee, seeing the same temptation in her eyes you felt in yourself, and you accepted, letting them know you’d be coming.

The rest of the time is a blur–enjoying the presence of the music, eating, drinking, enjoying your first night out in a long time–and you feel a body against yours. You turn your head to see Joshua, finding the warmth of his strong, thick body lost in yours. You indulge, feeling the sweet release of liquor on your tongue and allowing him to roam your body with no protest.

You let a few moans slip, his hand automatically creeping over your waist. He grins angelically, but him on you feels like a constant devil on your shoulder. “You’ll make it, right? I’ll only come into work that night for you.”

You giggle like he said the funniest thing in the world, turning to face him and putting your hands over his shoulders, staring into his big eyes. “I promise.”

He holds you close that night, like Mingyu should’ve, but it does not breach the point of dancing. You appreciated that. When the night came to a close, you and Minhee got your UBER home. You wave away that kept you both company tonight and come back to Kim's residence a little lighter. Mingyu was nowhere in sight when you got home, so you drag Minhee up the stairs before that happens.

It takes a minute to wash her up, but eventually she gets into bed, and falls into a peaceful slumber. You were ready to have your turn. Peeling off your clothes, washing your face, and showering everything off was going to feel like a reset. You weren’t going to let the disappointment from today dictate the rest of your summer. Kim Mingyu was not why you came here. You were here to have the time of your life with your closest friend.

Walking out in the hallway to retrieve toiletries and extra clothes, there he stood. Shirtless–of course, he was–tan, taut, large. This man was a fucking mountain. He drags himself over to you in his gray sweats. “You’re both home late.”

“Night got away, sorry.” You weren’t sorry.

“As long as you’re both safe,” he grins kindly, “How's your hand?”

You bring it up in the air for him to see. “Perfectly fine. Didn't even feel it.”

Doubtful, he gets to grab it, ignoring your feeble protest. He turns it from front to back, stepping closer to you, shooting electricity throughout your body. The longer he lingers in your proximity, another one of his senses takes over. Nose stifling breaths, he’s leaning in, inhaling the scent on your body. You feel heat running up to your cheeks, flustered by his sudden urgency. “Do you always wear men’s cologne?”

Confusion displays on your face. You pick up the top hem of your blouse for a quick sniff and there it was, the scent he was referring to. Some concoction of sea breeze and sage lightly coated your clothes. Must’ve been Joshua. “Probably caught it from someone from the bar we went to.”

“You met someone?” He asks plainly.

You shrug, an unsure smile on your face. “I don’t know.”

There’s an unreadable look on his face you catch until it turns solemn, dropping your hand. “Get some rest.”

He trots off to his own room, his dark figure shrinking as he gets further away. You take a long sigh the moment he’s gone from sight, wallowing in that sinking sensation of knowing what had happened this afternoon. The position you place yourself in, the position he placed himself, was over.

After showering, you went to bed hoping the next day would be better. You shouldn’t have been sad. You had a decent night. Drank loads, danced all night long, mingled with people you don't feel guilty about. And tomorrow will be a new day.

Morning is spent with a Kim’s style breakfast, which means an abundance of anything they can make with leftover ingredients from the kitchen. Mingyu was bright and early along with Minhee, and she didn’t look like she lost one hour of sleep that night. She greets you as friendly as always and Mingyu follows.

You join the meal in silence, playing off as recovering from the night before–which wasn’t wrong–and eat your portion, feeling it fuel the unruly mood you were in. Damn, he was a good cook.

“You girls have anything fun to do today?”

Minhee answers with utter delight. “I’m taking Y/n to this other bar we were recommended last night.”

You nod in compliance with that.

“Well, if that’s all, why don’t we go grocery shopping? I’ve been setting all kinds of guest stuff at the house but forgot to stock up the fridge. You and Y/n can pick out whatever you need. I’ll pay.”

You look up, stopping him. “You don’t have to do that.”

He shares that kind of look he gives when he’s in front of his daughter, but a ghost of the lusty gaze was still fresh in your mind. “I’m not forcing myself to do anything. Just hoping to be a welcoming host. Think of it as a family outing. You get to be one of us.”

Minhee snorts at that. “Could you be anymore of a dad?”

“So what I’m hearing is you don’t want free snacks and sodas to have at the house?” He reiterates in hopes of tempting her.

“Well, I didn't say that.”

Mingyu laughs, turning back to you. “So?”

“Sure.” You respond with a forced smile.

Minhee made no concern about making a dent in Mingyu’s wallet and if he minded, he didn’t show it. You figured with the big house they have that this would be no different from a kid in a candy store seeing her spring everywhere and excited to show you local products only sold at this specific market. You would giggle at anything and all comments she’s made coming across something out of the ordinary and Mingyu would trail behind with his full cart like the dad he is.

“Oh my god, I think I just saw someone! You and dad, wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Minhee trots off by herself, leaving you and Mingyu alone again in your awkward silence. Having nothing to say, you didn’t, and you assumed he wouldn’t either.

“I don’t want things to be weird,” he starts, “it was a lapse of judgment on my part.”

“Mingyu, please,” you whisper, “she’s ten feet away from us.”

“And I just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” he leads the cart so he’s walking beside you, towering over you like the skyscraper he was, “Coming on to you wasn’t the plan. Minhee respects you, cares about you. And why wouldn’t she? You’re amazing.”

You shirt under his words, dismissing it when you throw a family size bag of ruffle chips in the car. “Been wanting these.”

“I’m just sorry. I’ve clearly bothered you, disrespected you, and I didn’t intend for any of that.”

“Why are you saying this now,” you ask in a hushed tone, causing him to stop the wheels, “what are you even doing?”

He sighs, dropping his head in embarrassment, unsure either, but it seems as if he wanted to clear the tense air. You appreciated it. Most men that have done way more than what he did would’ve flat out ignored you regardless of the situation. Ghosting became a globalized norm. Mingyu’s confrontation, although stress-inducing, was somewhat refreshing. Different from previous men you’ve had relations with, platonic or not.

“Minhee is the most important thing in my life and you are someone very special to her, more than you know.”

You nod in agreement, understanding his sentiment. “She’s special to me. My best friend even.”

Mingyu sighs in relief. “So, we’ll forget what we had happened?”

“Forget what happened?” You grin in the end.

He smiles back, looking up as Minhee reunites with you and you feel as if things are back to normal. Minhee is still your closest friend. Mingyu is just her hot dad. And that’s it. That was that. You were fine thinking that for the rest of the summer.

The rest of the day was all leisure right up until the evening. As the light outside dimmed, You and Minhee were getting ready to go out again. The attire was slightly more done up than the previous night, boosting your confidence. You added a dark shadow paired with tighter clothes and Minhee couldn’t help but gush at your appearance. Loving this girl was too easy. You trade her the same excitement and bounced together in the anticipation of another exciting night.

You followed her downstairs, ready to leave, and Mingyu the last thing you see before you make your way to the door. “Have fun! Be safe.”

Leaving with a new life on lease, that seems to change when catch a glimpse at his face shutting the door. The darkness in his eyes, how they scan from up and down your body in a swift lick, burned in your memory. And you once again feel that feeting excitement he graced you once with.

You made good on your promise to the guys from the other night, and they were one of the first few faces you see as you enter. You join them, getting the free drinks they swore to give and experience more of the night life. Compared to the previous bar, this had been much more lively, rowdy, touchy. You made sure to be careful, carrying both your and Minhee’s drinks with hands hovering over their open lips. Minhee gathers her less than sober self to go to the restroom, insisting there's no need for you to come and that’d she’d be fine.

“Are you sure?” you ask in concern, and she repeats herself, pointedly shifting her eyes to the man behind you in mischief as she makes her escape.

Joshua meets your side similarly to last night, grinning that gorgeous grin, looking back at you with those pretty brown eyes, and large hands traveling over your body in a practiced-movement. “I was happy to see you came.”

“Oh?” you smile back, hands over his neck.

The small distance between you both leaves so little to the imagination and feeds some of that intimacy you’ve craved since coming to this part of town. You don’t look at him to know he wants you. From the way he cradles your sides, coming down‌ your shape, to how his hips lightly dip back to yours sensually, generously. You press up to his body in need, believing you want it too, but when you test your limits, you’re faced with reality.

The moment your lips meet, you hope to feel something–anything–but in the back of your mind a voice taunts you. It laughs back at you. Pressing the big red X button like it was broadcasted talent show.

It was a nice kiss. Somewhat decent, with nothing inherently wrong with it. But it didn't leave you wanting more.

‘He could never be him.’

You part from him abruptly and‌ in a few words of apology he understood, stepping back with a small smile. How you wish it could’ve been him. It would’ve been so much easier if it were him.

You go off to find Minhee, searching for her up and down. Going to the restroom couldn’t have taken that long, then there she was, dancing on the small stage right by the DJ. Everyone cheered for her as she did her performance, as did you, but it all came to a close as she tumbled right off, hitting the ground and landing on her side.

“Minhee!”

No limps were broken, no twisted ankle, or broken ribs, but drunk off her rocker, and it's proven true as you hear her slurring her words. You lightly slap sides of her face to gain back her consciousness. Not even seeing her flinch, you knew she was long gone.

“You probably get her back home safe in bed,” Jeonghan says stepping in.

You conceded, apologizing another time this night for things that should’ve been in your control. Mingyu was going to hate you for this, but you needed her home safe.

You wave at the male duo and a few other friends you made from the cab and tend to Minhee as she loses to sleep. You amble on to carry her weight back to the house, shuffling through her keys to reach past the door. Making too much noise and taking too long to find the right key, it open from teh other side, meeting Mingyu who stares back at you with startled eyes.

“What happened to her?”

There’s a calm fury in his voice, and guilt festers in the pit of your stomach. “Help, please. I’m sorry.”

He comes to Minhee’s other side, grumbling to himself as he helps guide her upstairs. She drops on her bed in heavy plop, her snores following. You both tiptoe towards the door and shut it quietly, not wanting to disturb her.

“Now, I repeat, what the hell happened?”

He had every right to be angry. You did this, you could’ve prevented this.

He lets you a deep exhale, quietly shouting his daughter's name in anguish. “Minhee, what the fuck?”

“She drank too much,” you admit, “She left to go to the restroom. I should’ve gone with her.”

“You think? You both could’ve gotten severely hurt, or worse.”

“Mingyu, I'm so sorry.”

He takes a moment of silence. “It’s not entirely your fault. Minhee overexerts herself sometimes. forces her to let loose twice as hard to make up for it. I wonder if I taught her that.”

“No, of course not. I'm her best friend. I should’ve kept an eye on her.”

“You were there to have fun, not babysit. Look, Minhee may be that right now but it’s because I couldn’t support her properly, because of me she has developed these unhealthy habits.” he sighs. “Though, after the divorce, I wonder if I was ever a good father.”

You tug at him in disbelief. “You’re a great dad! Minhee loves you so much. She talks about you all the time. “

His gaze softens, pulling lightly at his t-shirt, “She does?”

“Yes, like how you cook for her on sick days so that she recovers twice as fast. Or when she was little, she made a scrapbook out of the little lunch notes you made her. Or when you confronted her boyfriend at that picnic, getting in his face and yelling at him. Yeah, she was embarrassed, but she was more relieved that it got out there at all. You are the person she loves the most. You’re so amazing and sweet and kind…Mingyu, I don’t want to forget about yesterday.”

His eyes harden at your shift of tone. “Y/n, you promised–”

“Yeah, well, that was before yesterday when I didn’t think I had a chance with someone like you.”

You draw yourself closer to him, closing the gap, feeling him fall weak for a moment, reciprocating. His lips were plush and sweet as you hoped, stark in contrast to his firm torso you felt through his shirt. He pulls away, holding you at a distance.

“Y/n, we can’t—“

“I kissed someone tonight.”

He immediately tenses up, his hand overlapping around your wrist, speaking in a lethally soft voice. “What?”

“We danced, got super close, and we kissed.”

The moment you mention it, Mingyu immediately smells it. The dreaded cologne. He takes it in once again and grits his teeth in anger. Jealously quickly become a evil on his shoulder. “Same bastard?”

“Yes,” you breathe out, “but I wanted him to be you. I can't stop thinking ab—“

His lips fits over yours, his hand pressing into the arch of your back. He kisses you with so much carnal rage you can taste blood on your tongue and he launches you from the ground and around his waist. You dig your fingers into his scalp, kissing him deep, whimpers leaving your lips like a needy puppy.

“Not here,” he quickly states, before carrying you off to a room at the end of the hall. Fuck, was this a large house.

Once the door locks behind him, not bothering to turn on the lights in the almost pitch black of night, he takes your lips to feel his unadulterated power as he pins you to a wall. “Mingyu—“

“I’m not speaking to you, so you can forget about hearing a response.”

With much struggle, he pulls your panties out, or should you say tears it off of you as it drops tattered to the ground. That was fine. You can buy a million pieces of underwear, but there was only one Kim Mingyu. His pants fall abandoned on the ground, revealing his cock gloriously rock hard below you, looking even aesthetically beautiful with the moonlight peeking out from the window.

“You can speak now. Do you want me to fuck you, Y/n?” he asks menacingly, almost daring you to answer.

“Yes, Mingyu, please fuck me.”

He leverages you on the wall, fishing a condom out of a nearby drawer. Rolling it on, he lines it against your slit before he makes himself known. Your eyes roll back at the stretch, fingers digging into his shoulder as he bounces you on his cock.

“Oh, fuck,” you moan.

“You’re so wet, s-shit.”

Mingyu throws back his head, immersed in the warmth radiating off your walls and he lets your moans take him to another world. In a haste decision, he slips your dress over your head before tossing it. He mouths at your tits, plump and stiff between his lips, and he hurdles a deeper round of thrusts inside you.

When you get a little too loud, his hand comes over to clamp your mouth, wolf like eyes staring back at you, “Shut it. You don’t deserve to speak.”

His thin white tee that stays a barrier between you and him does not hide the rippling body underneath that seemed to be sculpted by gods. He presses into you, grunting, using you like his personal sex doll and you embrace it, thrived from it, came to it. Your hips contract, slewing in perfect circles, before having your legs fall gradually lifeless as you arousal drip down your thighs.

He pays your climax no mind, pushing you off the wall and pushing you into the sheets face down. You could muffle your screams of pleasure easier here. Turning your head back to face him, you notice now he’s shirtless–taut and shiny from sweat like a large set of Hawaiian rolls–before seeing how quick he is to fit back inside you.

“You can look, but remember. Stay quiet. Got it?”

You nod back, obeying, biting into the duvet.

“Good girl.” His husky voice resonates and pushes you back into the sheets.

His grunts and sounds of skins slapping are all you hear as he pounds you back into the bed. It feels like heaven beneath his weight. You were feeling flushed to the touch, but making contact with his skin was like an inferno. He was the embodiment of heat and as suffocating as that could've been, it melts you like it’s how it always should’ve been.

His pace eventually falters, followed by a hushed “fuck,” and he empties out into the rubber. The moment he pulls out, it’s over. It’s truly over. You knew it’d happen that way but the pain didn’t feel any less real.

“Wash up and get to bed before Minhee sees.”

The door shuts and once again, you’re all alone.

In that shower, you sob, washing away the remaining grime, filth, guilt. And after everything that’s happened, you still hoped he’d fuck you like that again.

The next few days goes by and you don’t get that opportunity again. Instead, Minhee took up most of your days. You’d go to the market, watch movies, meet her friends and make them your own, grabbing take out and dinner reservations until you’ve scoured every part of town. And Mingyu, well, he’s staying on the sidelines, observing, never mentioning the your night of intimacy.

You hide it through smiles, good food, good company, but you dying on the inside, thinking to yourself how things got this way.

You missed his body, his warmth, his cock fucking you recklessly, not caring if he breaks you. The guilt you had once for betraying Minhee deteriorated over time, replaced with Mingyu, and just Mingyu.

That’s then you made an opportunity. You just need Minhee out. Calling up the friends you made in the area, you arranged a time and place she'd be for an extended time without you. Your reason for staying in: medical program information. You expected her to understand, and once you told her, you were proven right.

She left as soon as your mutual friend had arrived, waving you off as she entered the car. An unsuspecting smile on her face before she closes the car door. What she won’t know won’t hurt her.

Now was the moment to put it to action. You’d have it that Mingyu couldn’t run, couldn’t avoid you, couldn’t ignore you. And you only had a few minutes until he got back from his run.

Hastily, you slip out of your modest clothes before getting into a skimpy one, deliberately showing off your assets. You take your place on the couch to wait, using channel surfing as a way to pass time.

Hearing the sound footsteps coming up the front door made your heart race, immediately going to position yourself at the entrance. When Mingyu opens to see you on the other side, he could hear his heart drop at your ensemble. His eyes fell immediately at every tiny piece of clothing barely covering you body, feeling his member harder quickly. He quickly shuts the door before anyone else can see what he’s forced to and glares at you. “What is this?”

“Welcome home, Mr. Kim.” you answer cheekily.

“Ming—where’s Minhee?” He shoulders past you, getting to the kitchen to get a drink.

“Out,” you answer, bouncing behind him shamelessly, “I told her I had something to do while she’s gone so I could stay behind.”

“Do what,” he grits, slamming the plastic bottle on the counter, “lie to her, do something that might hurt her behind her back?”

It stings, it really did, but you lacked more morals than you realized.

“It was the only way I could get you alone.” you step in front of him, twiddling your fingers.

“What is it you want, Y/n? Haven’t you done enough to me?”

You blink at him knowingly, thinking how dare he could play a victim. “You know better than anyone that it was a two-person job. We both wanted it.”

He rolls his eyes, annoyed, “Well, it was a mistake, and I should’ve quit while I was ahead.”

“I want more, Mingyu.”

He squeezed his eyes tight, slamming the empty bottle to the floor before responding, “Why are you being like this? What is wrong with you?”

He’s angry and rightfully so, but you wanted him, so badly you’d fight for it. No one–not even Minhee–at this point could stop you.

You latch on to him, not missing his lips. You pull yourself against his sweaty, musky form until you can feel the outline of his body on yours. He forces himself to pull away with a rough tug. There’s a moment of bizarreness on his face before giving in and reconnecting your lips, furiously kissing you as he places you on the kitchen counter. His tongue is quick to find yours and pulling your top over your breasts to play with them, squeezing them harshly in his hand before tweaking your stiff peaks between his fingers.

“Mmh, daddy…please, please fuck me.”

Mingyu pauses, returning twice as rough, pressing into the sopping core that seeps out your shorts, eliciting a whine from your end. The waistband of his sweats grinds into you like he’s a machine: starved, automated, merciless.

“You want me to fuck that bad? Hmm?” He tucks your legs around him, digging in you deeper, slapping the skin of your thigh that reached your ass. “You’re gonna be a good‌ for me to use? Let me fill you up with my cock?”

“Yes, I want your cock fucking me, please,” you plead in a high-pitched voice.

“Fine. This time and never again.” he lifts you off the counter and takes you to his room. Dumping you in bed, he pulls his muscle tank off and rips off your shorts from your body.

Right then and there, he claims the heat between your legs after spitting right into the center. He devours you, jaw gripping from the underside of your folds as his tongue runs rampant in your core. His face is damp in the matter of seconds, but your nectar is all he can think about as he fists his erection through his sweatpants.

“Daddy, your mouth is so good…you’re eating me so good.”

A hand comes on the skin of your thigh again, coming as both a warning and encouragement. He gets lost in you, inhaling you, falling weak at you. He swore he never would again. He’s already done enough thinking about you from that one picnic. The way your hair bounces in the light or how your clothes hug your body as a gust of wind blows past you. You radiated such light in stark contrast to the weak, needy beauty before him. It was on so many levels wrong, but he pointed it to all factors of being sex deprived. Of course, it was normal to find a younger attractive woman sexy. She was an adult, but wasted on him finding out how closely you work with his kid, the kids he loves so much and would kill for.

But you. God, damn it, you. He wanted you just for a second and he took it, only for you to come back wanting more. A mirror image of himself. Unlike his initial findings, he has more in common with you than he thought.

“I’m close daddy!”

His tongue runs faster, harder, feeling the taste of your core go from one taste to another, feeling the cum coat his mouth like liquid gold. With a last jerk to your legs, he moves over to tower at you, prying your mouth open and dropping your fluid in your mouth, seeing it seep out of the corner of your lips before kissing you. He drags the taste around, gripping you by the chin, grunting in your mouth.

He kicks off his sweats, pulling you up by the arm, and allows you to straddle his lap. His cock prods at your stomach, flicking back at the soft section of your stomach. You run your fingers through hair, hovering on top of him, mere atoms away from putting him in you. You had the mind to ask breathlessly, “Condom?”

“I’d have to get up.”

A quick moment of panic runs through your mind. “I’m clean, but–”

“I’ll pull out. And cum anywhere else.”

You take a hard gulp, but give a definite nod. Not letting go of his embrace, allow the round tip to slide over your wet slit–sweet mewls leaving your lips–before you let your walls hug around his raw girth. Initially frightening, given that you weren’t willing to take this kind of risk before–you were a med student and staying safe and clean was rule one–but every inch cover around your walls stretches euphorically.

You let out an anguished moan adjusting to his size, but with how wet you are, it wouldn’t be a problem for long. You roll your hips down, taking him all of him, incomprehensive mumbles leaving your lips while taking strikes against your ass, stinging with every touch. “Being such a good girl for me, letting me fuck you…”

He squeezes the flesh of your cheek, teeth pulling on the bottom of your lip. “It’s my pleasure, daddy…”

God, you loved it, every second.

Minutes passed and he’s only pushed harder, plunge deeper, filling in that crevice of yours until you’re spent all over his bed. He bruises you, bites you, swelling your skin. He finally let go of all the inhibitions that once held him back. That’s when he gets close, cursing under his breath. You fall back on the bed as he pulls out, thick white ribbons shooting thin in the air to cascade over your face and chest, even on your tongue. He pants hard, unable to tear away from the decadent view he’s witnessing. You are usually lovely beyond compare, but you were absolutely breath-taking adorned by his cum.

He had to have more of you.

Although he told himself it’d be the last, that was far from the truth. Since that day, he took every opportunity to have you and without a word of defiance against you. You had your days with Minhee: breakfast, brunch, lunch, sometimes dinner. But he had you at nights, or at days the house was empty. He made it last. All of it. All of you.

Eventually, as school started up again, you’d have to leave, and he gave you one last moment in the shower to commemorate it, putting an end to this summer fling.

Despite missing Mingyu, you were excited to get back on track. You set your back in your newly leased apartment, smiling back at the memories you’ve made in the time you were away. As you were putting away the last of the things from your disgustingly big sack, your phone goes off, Minhee’s name brightly lit on the screen.

“Hey, Minhee. I just got in,” you greet grinning.

“Aw, that’s good. I think you left something behind, though.”

“Shoot,” You shuffle through your belongings, trying to think what that thing could be. “What did I leave?”

“Hard to tell, I think it’s…the truth?”

Your eyes shoot open at the sudden hostility in her voice. “Minhee, I—“

“Are you fucking my dad, you bitch?”

#svthub #mingyu smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #kim mingyu #mingyu #seventeen #seventeen kim mingyu #seventeen mingyu #seventeen x you #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x reader #mingyu fanfic #mingyu x reader #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #kim mingyu x reader #kim mingyu x you #kim mingyu x y/n

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wttcsms · 4 months

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Megumi for knife to the throat but the blade can't seem to cut this weird sexual tension we've got going on

you're the only one that's holding me down, megumi fushiguro ;

pairing megumi fushiguro x f!reader word count 1.3k synopsis pressing a blade to your ex-fiance's throat, and other loving, tender moments content contains exes still in love, slight angst

Staring directly into someone’s face is such an intimate act.

You don’t realize this fact until you’re straddling Megumi’s annoyingly slim waist, the glint of your blade against his throat causing the sunlight to beam right into your eye.

Everyone claims that Megumi Fushiguro is the ultimate pretty boy. Mai claims that his bone structure is undefeated and that any sane girl would commit atrocious crimes against humanity to get lashes as nice as his natural ones. Momo says that she’s never seen a shade of blue eyes as pretty as Megumi’s (her only frame of reference, by the way, happen to be her own bug-eyes and Satoru Gojo’s, whose eyes are so freakishly, eerily icy blue that you’re thankful he wears the blindfold twenty-four/seven). Even Miwa, who is too busy trying to earn a living, can take the time to admit that Megumi Fushiguro is the exact type of person the ancient Greeks model gods after.

You want to blame their admiration of Megumi on the fact that thanks to their attendance at the Kyoto school, interactions with cute boys were few and far between. Todo’s fine, if you’re into loudmouths who could also pose as the poster boy for steroids — or, even better, those clickbait ads on shady websites that tell you if you take this magical pill, in three days, you can be as shredded as him! Noritoshi is so stiff and aloof that no one can view him as hot. Mechamaru is a fucking robot.

So, the bar for the Kyoto girls’ rating of attractiveness is damn near hell. You examine Megumi’s face and eagerly search for a flaw to hold against him. There’s a faint, barely noticeable scar above his lips. It blends into his skin seamlessly, and you think your eyes could be tricking you. However, you latch onto this scar. Megumi Fushiguro is not the perfect specimen, you think smugly.

“Let me go,” he snaps. “If anyone’s acting under the effects of the curse, it’s you.”

“You’re not exactly in the position to be ordering me around,” you point out. You have one hand pressed against his chest to steady yourself, the other gripping the knife.

“Clearly you still consider me a threat.” His eyes flicker downwards, even though he can’t possibly see his hands. They’re bound behind his back, his cursed energy sealed from the specialized handcuffs you managed to lock on him. The last thing you needed was for him to sic his wild animals on you.

“Maybe I just like this position.”

A momentary truce forms when you don’t tease him for his cheeks turning pink, and he pretends not to notice that when you realize your accidental underlying innuendo, your grip on the dagger loosens considerably.

Megumi is fully aware that your bark and your bite are on the same level of batshit insane. He figures this is just how all women sorcerers have to be in order to survive this environment. If you say you’re going to slit his throat at the first sign of him being compromised by a curse, he can trust that you would keep your word.

You didn’t threaten him, though. Instead, when the curse nearly got a good touch on him, you had screamed out his name. You let the curse get away in favor of tackling him to the ground, and the frenzied look on your face as you searched him for any sign of possession makes his insides twist and heat rise to his cheeks and paint the tips of his ears a flushed pink.

For a second, it still felt like you cared about him.

Then, you slapped those restrictive cuffs on him and got on top, as a means to restrain him. He had frozen up when he realized how close your bodies are, how he can feel the warmth from you traveling and enveloping his own body.

This is bad, Megumi realizes. Not because the curse got to him — it didn’t. It’s bad that his heart still goes pitter-patter every time you’re near, and that he’s hyper aware of the way your body fits nicely and neatly against his own. He knows that it’s wrong to be feeling this way, to want to savor every last scrap of you that he can get. The jujutsu world is small. Nearly everyone knows about the broken engagement between you two. Having the both of you paired up for a mission, especially since your territories are so far from each other, is a sick and twisted joke.

The curse thrives on couples, intertwining itself with its victim and twisting their host’s love into hatred. There’s been a recurring theme of lovers murdering their significant others. The more love in their heart, the stronger the curse’s manipulation.

It just goes to show that too much love is a fucking burden, a curse in and of itself. You know that it is, because if it came down to it, if Megumi were truly compromised and wanted to kill you, you wouldn’t have it in you to kill him first.

“I told you, I haven’t been hit by the curse.”

“How can I know that this isn't just a trick? You’ve always been good at self-restraint and hiding yourself from me.” The comment is petty, all things considered. In the end, when Megumi asked you if breaking off the engagement was what you truly wanted, you remained expressionless and impassive. We can’t ever go back to the way things were. There’s no point in not breaking it off.

He scoffs. “Don’t you think I’d kill myself the minute I felt something in me shift?”

You know Megumi. He doesn’t say things just to say them. He means it, every word, and you don’t know why, but it makes the part of you that longs for him — the part of you that is always in a constant state of wanting him, needing him — intensify. Multiply. Takes over your whole entire system until you are reduced to a being whose hunger can only be satiated by Megumi.

“Idiot. You always go to the extremes.” You opt for saying this, instead of commenting on the fact that Megumi is very much implying that he would rather end his own life rather than take yours.

“Do you really think I’d ever want to hurt you?” And suddenly, you realize that the two of you are no longer discussing the current matter at hand. Like with all things that involve the both of you, the root of the problem always leads back to your engagement. He was meant to be the one you married, and then he refused the Zenin name, refused most of the traditional jujutsu society, and when it came down to his freedom or you, he—

—gave you the option to choose.

Him or comfort. Him or safety. Him or family.

You didn’t realize it at the time, but all choices lead to him. He is the one you are most comfortable with, he is the one who would die to keep you safe, he is the one who you could see yourself creating a happy family with. As happy as a family can be in this fucked up society.

He hurt you, but it was you who handed him the blade. You, who took his wrist and guided it straight to your heart. Just looking at him right now reopens that old wound.

“The curse can only change you if there’s love to destroy.” You point out.

“I know.” He says. “Lucky that it didn’t get to me. It would have ended badly for the both of us.”

#megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #drabble #one shot #angst #sleepover event #megumi x you

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sevikasangel · 1 year

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ﾐ☁︎ ❝ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞: 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚

— contains: f!reader, sfw and nsfw content, possessiveness, gaslighting, girlbossing, gatekeeping, light blood mentions, manipulation, kidnapping, light bondage, mistress, pet play, stockholm complex.

— a/n: my first post of my wife! i love carmilla so much ughhh. also, this is the first post of my new upcoming event to celebrate 1k of us!

₊˚✧ ₊˚੭ 𝐬𝐟𝐰 ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭

♡ carmilla's obsession would begin when she firstly laid her eyes on your terrified, shaky form. you were a helpless, small little human being surrounded by Bloodthirsty vampires who apparently hadn't had anything but pigs as meals for ages.

❀ "well, well...what do we have here? hmm, i see...a pathetic little nothing of a girl...brought to get her blood drained by us, vampires...just like humans are meant to."

♡ elegant, slender hands comes up to cradle your face and the vampiress leans in to sniff your neck. you whimper at the sound of her quiet, nonchalant chuckle.

❀ "this one's the finest human i've seen, doesn't look so disgusting to me. how can you still be beautiful...have little useless accessories, well presenting clothes, soft hair...when your species is being slaughtered in war? is it really that important to you to show off, little human?"

♡ there was a hint of possessiveness on her tone. the thought of your own race laying eyes on such a fine specimen made carmilla's skin itch. inferior animals shouldn't have the right to have you. a perfect pet.

❀ "so beautiful this little pet is, eh? this one's mine. find something else to feast on."

♡ carmilla decided to take you with herself. you didn't know if you should consider her your saviour, since her true intentions seemed to be slavering you. the first thing she did was stripping you from your clothes and into a white, short dress with nothing beneath. she claimed it'd be for easier access when she needed. then she collared you with a chain choker, a little hook that would be used when a leash needed to be attached.

❀ "do not hide yourself from me. your body is mine to see and touch as i please. you are my pet from now on. you do as i say, when i say. and do not forget...because i hate repeating myself."

♡ carmilla would constantly drink from your blood. it was never enough to kill you, though enough to make you dizzy and light headed. however, if she was punishing you for disobeying, she'd do it until you pass out, causing you to be terrified that she was actually going to murder you.

♡ you are her darling. she is completely obsessed with you. perfect, perfect little pet...she would not allow you outside on your own, or around anybody else if she wasn't present. during meetings, she'd have you perfectly seated on the floor besides her chair with your leash in her hand.

♡ if another vampire ever attempted to drink from you or cause you harm, she would gruesomely kill them. you are hers. she's the only one who is ever allowed to hurt you. attacking you is a direct offence at the queen.

♡ she'd constantly be stalking you through the shadows in the palace. you'd feel her eyes on your preventing you from misbehaving. she's obsessed with her pet in the sickest way possible.

♡ carmilla would always talk about the cruelty and dangers of the world, ruining any ideas and hopes of escaping you had. with a hand to your hair and the other holding your throat, she'd look into your eyes and talk about how safe you are, and how grateful you should be for the protection and care of your mistress.

❀ "little pet...you know the world would lacerate you into pieces, don't you? such a fragile thing you are. you are so lucky you have a kind mistress to yourself...see, you owe me your loyalty and undying, everlasting love. i keep you safe, i give you everything you need. i would haaate it if you made me hurt you. if you aren't mine, you aren't anybody else's."

‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭ 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 ‧₊˚✧ ₊˚੭

♡ carmilla is a top. she isn't ever going to be a bottom ever. she has this need to be in absolute control of you, in every way possible.

♡ definitely a hard, strict dom who will demand discipline and obedience from her submissive little human. she doesn't tolerate bratty behaviour at all.

♡ the only time you decided to be a brat, carmilla made you regret it profusely. she had you completely tied up in a tight hogtie position with all your holes filled, nipple clamps on your nipples as she flogged your back and ass.

❀ "little pet desires to act like a savage...you wanted to get on my nerves, didn't you? i will make you regret it. cry all you want, i don't care. your pathetic self needs to be put in its place. i am your mistress! you are a little human who owes me your soul. you are all mine to do as i please!"

♡ definitely has a blood kink. she loves drinking from your blood while her cold fingers toy with your clit and push into your dripping hole. you feel ashamed of yourself out of how much you enjoy this.

♡ carmilla likes tugging on your leash while she takes you from behind with her strap. her face always has the same small smirk and evil eyes.

❀ "aren't you embarassed, pet? you should be...can you hear how wet and sloppy your pussy is for your captor? this makes your mistress very pleased, my dirty little pet human."

♡ carmilla makes you straddle her foot, completely naked while she's at her office. she commands you to make yourself cum and not dare stop while she finished her paperwork, her free hand stroking your hair as she throws a praise here and there like you're an obedient pup.

♡ if she is feeling generous and you earn it, carmilla will let you eat her out. she will be sitting on the edge of the bed with you on your knees between her thighs. your hands are tied behind your back as she doesn't allow you to touch her. her grip on your hair is tight and she tugs on it, riding your face however she pleases. her moans are breathy and quiet. even like this, the queen doesn't lose her posture.

❀ "that's it, pet. please your mistress...hmmm...you're the best toy i've ever had...ugh...i will let you taste my cum as a reward...good pet...good pet..."

♡ carmilla always gives you aftercare following rough sessions. she'd prepare a hot bath for the both of you. the vampiress allows you to rest your head on her chest while you're both inside and she scrubs your body until it's relaxed and clean.

#yandere coffee #yandere x reader #female yandere #carmilla x reader #carmilla x you #castlevania #castlevania carmilla #lesbian #wlw #yandere headcanons #castlevania headcanons

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You're My Favorite

Summary: Silco is a bit insecure about your interest in others, but you're quick to ease his mind.

Pairing: Silco/GN!Reader

A/N: This was part of a gift exchange for my lovely friend @deny-the-issue. Love you lots and lots Jasper 💜

Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Fluff, Silco being jealous, Themes of Insecurity Divider by saradika

A soft huff of annoyance was the sound that greeted you when you entered Silco’s office, which was not exactly what you were expecting. He was usually very happy to see you, as it meant he would have a small distraction from his busy work day.

“Something wrong?” you asked as you sank into the armchair across from his desk.

Silco peered at you over the edge of his laptop screen, the skin between his eyes crinkled as he furrowed his brows at you. Before you could ask again what his problem was, he turned the computer to face you.

You leaned forward to look at what he was showing you and discovered he had the purchase history open for his online shopping account. The list contained many purchases from Jinx, but also a number from yourself. The latest was a set of merchandise for a game you enjoyed, specifically for the character you were a big fan of.

“If you’re upset I used your account, I can pay you back,” you said, trying to not let your own annoyance seep into your tone. “I didn’t think you’d mind me using it though. I’ve used it plenty of times before.”

Silco sat back in his desk chair, turning the computer back around.

“It’s not the money that bothers me, it’s the content,” he said. “Everything has this man’s face on it. As if the big poster at home that I have to walk by every day wasn’t bad enough, now his face will be staring back at me from your clothing?”

Confusion filled your mind at his reaction. He had never expressed an issue with this subject matter before, so you had no idea where this was coming from.

“At least tell me this one has some flaws,” he continued. “That last character you were fawning over from that TV show was a near perfect human specimen.”

Silco’s last comment echoed through your mind for a few moments before you realized what the problem was. He was feeling self-conscious about his looks and comparing himself to others you showed attraction to.

This was not the first time something like this had happened. Around the time the two of you started dating, he had expressed concern about your ability to find someone better than him. Someone younger and better looking. Though you had assured him that he was the one you wanted, it seemed that those doubts still lingered to an extent.

You stood up from your chair and made your way around to his side of the desk. He was pointedly not looking at you, focusing on the screen in front of him. When you stopped at his side, you gently placed your hand on the side of his face to turn it towards you.

“Silco? Are you feeling jealous?” you asked.

Silco scowled and let out another huff in response.

“Of fictional characters? Don’t be ridiculous.”

You raised your eyebrows at him, giving him a chance to change his answer to the correct one. After a moment, his face relaxed and he gave a resigned sigh.

“I will admit, it’s a bit discouraging to see you so infatuated with these people,” he said. “It just reminds me of what I’m lacking.”

He gestured to the computer screen again and to the phone in your front pocket.

“You surround me with these images and as hard as I try to ignore it, it lingers in my mind.”

You reached into your pocket and pulled out your phone. The case had a piece of art featuring the character you had just purchased merch for. You turned the phone over and placed it down on the desk so the case was hidden from his view.

“I’m sorry, darling,” Silco said. “I know I’m being ridiculous about something so unimportant. Forget this conversation ever happened.”

You leaned down to be at his level and gently stroked his cheek.

“Silco, you don’t need to apologize for expressing your feelings.”

“You deserve to enjoy things, to go all out. If having these things makes you happy, then I will deal with Mr. What’s-his-name staring at me from every angle.”

You laughed softly at Silco calling the character ‘Mr. What’s-his name’ and reached for your phone again, turning on the screen.

“While he may be all over the place, do you know who I have as my lock screen?” you asked, turning the phone so he could see.

Silco leaned over and looked at the phone and you could see the embarrassed look on his expression fade into something softer. The image on the screen was a picture of the two of you together. Jinx had taken it for you at one of Silco's company parties. She had said the two of you looked cute together, and you had agreed and immediately made it your lock screen.

“I may enjoy all these beautiful, FICTIONAL, characters,” you said, emphasizing the fact that they were not real. “But you are still my favorite, Silco. You always will be.”

You leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before pulling away and placing the phone back in your pocket. Silco looked up at you with a look of adoration that made your heart swell. You gave him a soft smile and pointed at the screen.

“I’m still getting those by the way, they were a great deal.”

Silco rolled his good eye and you could swear you saw the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, darling. I will simply pretend that they do not exist. For you.”

To make things easier for Silco, you placed the items you purchased in your office as soon as they arrived. You had even moved the poster so he wouldn’t have to see it every day. When you watched him walk past the spot the following day, you saw him hesitate and look at the empty wall. He turned his gaze to you with a raised brow, which you responded to with a smile before coming over to wrap your arms around him.

“What happened to What’s-his-name?” Silco asked. “I was just starting to get used to him.”

“He lives in my office now so you don’t have to see him staring at you every day.”

You felt Silco’s arms tighten around you for a few moments before he released you. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and went about his normal routine. You knew he had many things to get done before the holiday break, so you let him go without further conversation.

You started going about doing your own things, getting the house ready for the upcoming holiday. Jinx was going to be coming home from school for two weeks and you wanted the house to look magical when she arrived. Silco wasn’t much help when it came to the decorating process, so it was probably better that he was busy while you did this.

Just as you were putting the finishing touches on one of your decorations, you heard the front door burst open. Before you could turn around, you felt a body slam into you, nearly knocking you to the floor. Blue and pink tipped fingers were visible at the ends of the arms wrapped around your midsection, which gave away the identity of your attacker, as if you didn’t already know.

“Welcome home, Jinx,” you said, patting her hands. “Did you have a good trip here?”

“I don’t think she stopped talking the entire way here from the airport,” came an annoyed grumble behind you.

Turning around in your daughter’s tight grasp, you looked over her head to see a very grumpy looking Sevika standing in the doorway holding Jinx’s paint splattered bags. She dropped them to the floor and held up her hands.

“She’s your problem now,” she said, turning to leave.

“Thank you, Sevika!” you called after her as she departed.

You spent the rest of the afternoon with Jinx, listening to her stories about the past semester. You all had plans to go out for dinner once Silco came home from work, so when the time got closer, you disappeared into the bedroom to get ready. You were surprised to find Silco standing there waiting for you.

“When did you get home? I never saw you come in!” you said, walking towards your closest.

“That’s because I told Jinx to distract you so you wouldn’t notice. It would have ruined the surprise.”

“What surprise?”

You stopped in your tracks at the sight of a box sitting on the end table beside the door to the closet. It was long and red with a white bow on top. You reached out for the box and picked it up carefully before turning to face Silco.

“What’s this?”

Silco crossed the room to stand in front of you, his hands clasped behind his back and the hint of a smile lifting the corner of his mouth. He pointed his chin in the direction of the box in your hands, clearly wanting you to open it.

Doing as he wished, you pulled at the white bow, undoing the knot. Lifting the lid from the box, you revealed the contents inside. A beautiful gold bracelet sat inside, nestled in black velvet. You let out a soft gasp as you carefully extracted it from the box, placing the box back down on the end table.

“Silco, this is beautiful!,” you exclaimed. “But, Christmas isn’t for another week!”

“I thought you could wear it tonight when you go for dinner,” he said, stepping closer and taking it from your hands and turning it over. “Look on the back.”

You looked at where he indicated and saw an engraving that looked very similar to Silco’s handwriting. Your eyes scanned over the words on the metal and you felt your heart skip a beat.

You’re my favorite too. Always have been, always will be.

Your vision blurred slightly as tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. You looked up to meet Silco’s gaze as the first drop ran down your cheek. Throwing yourself in his direction, you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder.

“I’m glad you like it, darling,” Silco said, returning your embrace.

“Like it? I love it!”

Silco pulled back from the embrace and took your hand in his to guide it to a position where he could attach your gift. Once it was securely in place, he lifted your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“It is just a small token of my love for you. I wanted to ensure that you knew your sentiment was returned.”

“I didn’t need a bracelet to tell me, but it is nice to have it there as a reminder.”

You closed the distance between you once again, kissing Silco softly on the lips. You felt him smile into the kiss and wrap his arms around you to pull you tightly against him. You hoped he truly understood how much you loved him and how important he was to you. Much more than anyone else you could ever meet.

A/N: Give this a like, comment, and reblog and let me know what you think!

#silco #silco arcane #lol silco #silco x reader #arcane league of legends #arcane #gift fic

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yuujispinkhair · 2 years

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Under the Killing Moon

Pairing: Vampire!Yuuji x Vampire-Hunter!Reader (female) Genre: smut, horror, urban fantasy, Vampire AU Word Count: 5k Playlist: Vampire Warnings: 18+, dark themes, smut, blood, Yuuji bites reader's neck and breasts, general mention of death and killing as it is common in vampire stories, creampie, sex-magic kind of, Yuuji's spit and cum are an aphrodisiac, multiple orgasms, sex while flying. The story gets dark towards the end, kidnapping, yandere!Reader, dub-con. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

This is part of my Halloween Special

In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels

The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen You stumble out of the backdoor of the club and into the dimly lit back alley, swaying precariously on the high heels of your leather boots. You giggle as you put a hand against the brick wall to steady yourself.

Everyone who might see you will come to the same conclusion: You are a girl who had a few drinks too much. A slutty thing in a skimpy little outfit who went to this club to dance and drink and find a one-night stand.

But it's all just for show. You aren't really drunk. You aren't a girl who went to a club to have a fun night.

The truth is, you are working tonight, and all your senses are sharpened, ready for the kill. Because that's what you get paid for. Ridding the city of the bloodsucking abnormities that haunt its streets at night.

Tokyo Supernatural Crime Department – Grade 1 Vampire Hunter

That's what it says on your official badge.

Some colleagues are older than you or stronger but still stuck in grades 2 or 3. You know why. They aren't as passionate about this job as you are. They are too careful. Too scared to get close to those monsters.

But not you. You know how to find them in the moonlit parks, in the shiny clubs and bars, and in the dark back alleys. You aren't scared to get close to them. On the contrary. Because you have your special way of hunting them.

The huntress poses as the prey. That's what always works. And you know how to play the perfect victim.

It's the most delicious role reversal. You are pretty proud of the deception you created. Luring the creatures, who are supposed to be the biggest lure themselves, to you.

They get weak for you, driven by the desire for a young woman's blood. You are a bait so good it can't be ignored.

A helpless girl, all alone, tipsy, a bit naive, careless. Flimsy clothes, a short skirt, and fishnet tights, with a tiny corset top that exposes your neck and pushes your tits up so temptingly that they almost spill out of the slutty piece of clothing.

You are a walking temptation. The perfect trap. You just have to find the right spot. Tonight you are lucky on the first try.

Your mouth lifts in an excited smile when you hear the soft voice behind you.

"What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here, cutie."

A shiver runs down your spine. His voice sounds beautiful. Their voices always do. Velvety and warm like a lover's caress. Seductive without even trying.

He sounds strained, though. Like something is worrying him.

You turn around, putting on the best startled expression you can do. Wide innocent eyes, mouth opening in a gasp as you bring a shaking hand to your lips and the other to your chest, where your heart is beating wildly as the rush of the upcoming hunt washes over you.

Your gaze lands on a tall, muscular figure with pastel pink hair and a face so pretty it is to die for.

Yes, he is one of them. And what a lovely specimen he is!

Of course, they are all gorgeous. But he is of extraordinary beauty. Even if he tried, he could never pass as a human. He is too pretty, too perfect. Otherworldly.

His face is so beautiful that you want to weep. You can't tell how old he is, of course. He will forever look like a young man in his early twenties. But if he is one of the old ones of his species, you are sure the humans who lived a thousand years ago must have built ancient shrines for him where they worshipped his beauty and sacrificed people in his name.

High cheekbones, perfectly shaped nose, and full lips. You can see the tips of his fangs peeking out, glistening like pearls in the dimly lit back alley.

His flawless tan skin seems to glow as if illuminated by some light from the inside. His eyes are an unnatural shade of gold. Shining like a full moon hanging in the night sky above the city.

He is tall, and his body is adorned with gorgeous buff muscles. A body like a god. You can see that much even through the clothes he's wearing. All in black, tight jeans and a tight long-sleeve shirt. Strong and deadly. A body made for hunting, for killing, for preying on humans and drinking their blood.

Your heart is racing under your hand that's pressing against your breasts. You know he can hear it. Can hear the tempting thrum of your pulse. Can hear the rushing of your blood through your veins.

You blink at him as if confused, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. Just a dumb little girl. An easy prey.

"Ah! You scared me! Are you here to get a bit of fresh air too? It was too hot in the club. I danced too much, I think. And the drinks made me dizzy...hehe. I think I'm a bit tipsy."

You giggle and wipe your forehead, smiling at him and cocking your head, exposing more of your neck to him.

You can see his golden eyes dart to your pulse point. He licks his lips unconsciously, showing more of his fangs. They are long! He must have an enormous bite force.

The thought sends a spark of excitement through you. Adrenaline and arousal mixing in a delicious concoction.

His gaze meets yours. Wide-eyed and full of regret. You frown inwardly. What's wrong with that creature? Why isn't he happy to see such a perfect prey?

"Y... You shouldn't be here. No one should be here...I was just looking for rats. I don't want to do this!"

Oh. Now you understand. Your smile becomes bigger.

He's one of those vampires. How cute.

You have never met one before, but you heard tales about them. Vampires who don't want to feast on humans. Vampires who are at war with their natural instincts. They only hunt animals, feeding off them as if it could give them the same elation human blood does.

You know it's stupid. When it comes down to it, they can't suppress their hunger for human blood. They are made for this. It's their ultimate desire, their drug, their life elixir.

You take his words as a personal challenge.

Oh, sweet little vampire boy, you don't want to drink my blood? We will see about that.

And so you take a step towards him, swaying slightly, playing the drunk girl perfectly.

"Why shouldn't I be here? Is it a private area? Oops, I'm so stupid sometimes."

You giggle dumbly as you reach out to tap a playful finger against his broad chest, feeling the firm muscles through the thin black fabric of his shirt.

His eyes widen even more.

You smile sweetly at him before spinning around on one foot, letting your short skirt fly up to expose more of your thighs as if you're doing a little drunk dance, humming a song you heard in the club. One of those old gothic rock anthems.

You stop with your back to him, making it easier for the confused vampire. Maybe it will help him if he doesn't have to look into his victim's eyes. And then you sigh loudly and crane your neck, showing off all your exposed skin, bringing up a hand to fan yourself, letting the soft breeze carry your scent over to him. You always use a special homemade perfume on hunting nights. A mixture that includes a few drops of your blood.

You can hear his low growl. Can hear the moment his resolve breaks.

And you smirk to yourself, waiting for the moment he will attack. Your hand is already hovering over the hidden pocket in your corset where you keep the handkerchief drenched in holy water. Just in case he is too wild.

You hope this one will be fun, though. You don't like it when they are too vicious, and you have to kill them immediately before the fun even starts.

Because you aren't just here for the kill. If you are honest, you haven't been doing this job for the kill in months.

It was what made you initially sign up, sure. You wanted to drive a stake into those vile creatures' hearts and watch them crumble to ashes. You wanted to be a hero for humankind. Wanted to protect your species from its natural enemy.

But then, one night, one of them got too close to you and managed to sink his canines into your neck. You killed him but only after experiencing the most exquisite feeling of elation. Vampire saliva should be labeled a drug. You felt high in those seconds, body brimming with pleasure, closer to heaven than you ever thought possible.

After discovering this nice side effect of your job, you haven't been doing it for the kill anymore but for this special thrill. The most exquisite drug that exists in this world.

You draw in a sharp breath when you feel the vampire appear behind you. So fast as if he didn't even walk but instead manifested out of thin air.

His low, seductive voice sounds full of regret,

"It's because it's dangerous out here. I am dangerous."

You feel his breath on your neck. And before you can say anything, a strong hand clamps over your mouth and his voice is in your ear again, low and sweet and sad but also so horny for your blood.

"I am so sorry, sweetheart. I don't want this, but I'm so hungry. Please just let me take a little bite, ok? I promise I'll be careful and I will let you go afterwards. Please don't struggle. I don't want to hurt you, sweetie. Just let me get a little taste."

His firm body is pressing against your back, all solid muscles and supernatural strength. And horny desire. You can feel how hard he is. Just the thrum of your heartbeat and the smell of your skin and blood drives him crazy with lust.

You push your ass against his erection, feeling your eyes fall shut at the delicious friction. He is big. Big fangs and a big cock. So perfect for you.

And then his mouth opens against your neck. His sharp canines graze over your skin, making your body jerk with anticipation and arousal. You are so wet, pussy throbbing with excitement, creaming your panties at the prospect of getting bitten by that beautiful monster.

It's those short moments right before the bite that send the biggest thrill through you. This mix of fear and arousal. Waiting for that predatory creature to sink his teeth into you.

You lean against him, reaching behind you to let a hand run over his undercut and then tangle in his pretty pink hair. Your pulse is racing, making you feel lightheaded, and you moan softly,

"What is your name?"

"Yuuji..."

"Bite me, Yuuji. Drink from me. Tell me how sweet my blood tastes."

It's enough to make him lose his last bit of restraint. You hear his strangled moan, and then his long pointy fangs pierce through your skin, making you gasp loudly as a sharp pain explodes on your neck.

Your body jerks automatically as your survival instincts try to make you run. But Yuuji's arms are around you, holding you in place, restraining you effortlessly.

And then his vampire spit is working its black magic. The initial pain of the bite disappears and gets replaced by pleasure, making you relax in his strong arms and lean against his tall body, offering yourself willingly to him.

It's evil. Nature's abomination. A creature that's so perfect for preying on humans. Everything about the vampire is attractive to humans. They are beautiful. They are sexy. They exist to lure a human in. And their bite makes you want to stay, makes you crave more, makes you want to get feasted on until the last drop.

The unholy essence in their saliva makes you forget that it's a bad thing that they are drinking your blood, makes you forget that they are slowly draining you of your life essence and bringing you closer to death with every sip. A deadly temptation, that's what they are.

You don't feel any pain now that Yuuji feasts on you. You feel euphoria.

This is what you came here for tonight. This exquisite pleasure on the brink of death.

You find yourself moaning, pressing against the vampire needily, craning your neck to give him better access, and rubbing your ass against his hard-on, spurring him on to do more, to take more, to give you more.

If anyone in your department ever finds out about your little vampire kink, you will get fired, and your vampire hunter license will be taken away from you.

But you just can't resist.

You think you have an addiction. Nothing beats that feeling of ecstasy that pulses through your veins when the vampire spit seeps into your wound and mingles with your blood.

Or no.

There is one thing that is even better: If they drink from you while using your body in other ways too. If you let them do what every vampire craves: Feast on your whole body. Bathing their mouths with your blood and coating their cocks with your pussy cream. They long for the pulsating feeling of a warm, slick cunt around their hard cocks.

They crave to feel the life that's pulsing through your body. After all, they are undead. Their hearts have no heartbeat. Their flesh is cold and only warms if they wrap themselves around a body that is still alive. They desire life and nothing screams life more than sex.

Sweet Yuuji is just the same. He can't escape his vampire instincts. His animal urges that tell him to eat and to mate.

A low wild growl is heard when you grind against his hard cock in maddeningly tight circles, massaging him with your ass, tempting him, making him crazy with lust and need.

You feel him suck more firmly on your neck, moaning against your skin as he hungrily drinks your blood while rutting his thick hard length against you.

You let your head fall onto his shoulder, moaning his name shakily. At the same time, your fingers loosen the lacing of your corset so it opens enough to let your tits spill out, sighing when the cold night hair brushes over your heated flesh, nipples hardening instantly.

And Yuuji groans loudly against your neck, his hands coming up instantly to cup your tits, massaging them with his strong fingers, squeezing them needily, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples.

You smile.

You have him. That was easy. So easy to seduce this cute little vampire.

He turns you around with a feral-sounding growl, slamming your back against the brick wall with so much force that it makes you gasp for air.

And then his hungry mouth is on your tits, wandering over your heaving breasts, sucking and licking at your skin before he sinks his fangs into your plump flesh.

You scream, but it's a scream of lust. Your fingers tangle in Yuuji's soft pink hair as a shudder of ecstasy washes over you and makes you push your tits eagerly against his mouth.

"Ah, Yuuji! More! Please, more!"

You aren't just acting anymore. At this point, you crave him. You are greedily chasing after this feeling of bliss only a vampire cock can give you. And you know that cute and sexy Yuuji will be a master at this.

If he refuses? Well, your wooden stake is hidden in your knee-high boot.

But you don't need it. Not yet.

Yuuji looks up at you with glowing eyes and tiny droplets of blood trickling down the corners of his lips. He is sucking on one of your nipples while his fangs are buried in your flesh, sending shock waves of pleasure through you, making your pussy throb with need, so wet that your panties are soaked.

Your gaze locks with his, looking at him with the same feverish desire that is burning in his glowing eyes.

"You don't have to hold back, sweet vampire. Just take me any way you want! Just fuck me, Yuuji!"

And then Yuuji moves. He is too fast for you to even see it. One moment he has his face buried between your tits, worshipping and feasting on them, and the next, he has you pushed up against the wall.

This is the part that always drives you crazy with lust. That show of vampire strength! When he yanks you around, lifts you in his arms, and slams you against the wall like a rag doll, holding you with only one arm as if you weigh nothing.

He has already opened his pants, pushing them down to free his enormous hard cock, and then his hand sneaks under your skirt, and his firm fingers leave goosebumps on your sensitive skin where they rub over your inner thighs and then reach the heat between your legs.

Your legs tighten around his hips when he tears a hole into your fishnets and the panties underneath, ripping them apart like the wild animal he is.

He has you on his cock a split second later, claiming you with all his vampire strength. Fucking into you with hard deep thrusts so powerful and strong that it feels like you will shatter.

Not human.

You moan loudly, pussy clenching around him needily.

Human men don't do it for you anymore, not after getting a taste of vampire sex magic.

Pleasure is coursing through your veins, pussy so wet and hot, horniness clouding your mind as you threaten to go into a frenzy.

It's always like this. Vampire dick is the best dick. Made to pleasure, made to drive a human out of their mind with lust. They are made to make you become high on them and get addicted to them.

Just one drop of Yuuji's pre-cum inside you makes your head spin. His seed is the most potent aphrodisiac. Unable to create new life, infertile, dead. But so powerful when it comes to blessing you with the most intense pleasure.

Your pussy feels so sensitive to every hard thrust. You can feel Yuuji's pre-cum coating your insides, filling you with that tingling sensual sensation that makes your pussy twitch needily around his gorgeous length. When Yuuji's fat cockhead massages your sweet spot, leaking more fat drops of pre, you see stars and gasp and scream as tears of bliss run down your cheeks.

Of course, you became addicted to this! This is sex beyond anything else. No mortal man could give you this.

"Ahh, you fuck me so good, Yuuji. Can you fuck me while flying too?"

He is a particularly strong one, just pushing himself off the ground, and then he's soaring up into the night sky with you. He doesn't pull out, keeping you on his cock the whole time, rolling his hips and fucking into your needy wet pussy while floating in the night sky over Tokyo's glittering neon lights.

You scream your ecstasy into the night as your pussy clenches wildly on Yuuji's blissful vampire cock. You are drunk on him, high from orgasmic bliss, crying and screaming and mewling as you gush over his gorgeous cock, making a sticky wet mess all over him.

But he holds you in place fucking you through it, fangs buried in your neck, and his girthy cock filling you with his gracious load of cum, making you whimper and moan. Your body is convulsing with the almost unbearable ecstasy of getting filled with his aphrodisiac vampire seed, prolonging your high.

And just when you think the pleasure will finally start to ebb, another orgasm gets forced out of you before you are even ready for it. Your used hole spasms around Yuuji's cock helplessly, a sharp lustful cry of his name filling the night sky as if you are howling at the full moon over your head.

You can't stop cumming. A third orgasm follows the second one immediately, making you scream and whimper, melting bonelessly against your vampire lover who keeps you on his cock and keeps snapping his hips, deep and fast, pumping your pussy full of his vampire seed. His strong arms and thick cock are the only things holding you up, keeping you from falling down onto the city's dark streets.

"Fuck! Cutie! You are so sweet!"

He groans against your neck before his canines sink into your flesh once again, and his soft lips suck hungrily on your skin.

His potent seed fills you to the brim until your twitching pussy is overflowing. Thick rivulets of cum ooze out of your used cunt and run down Yuuji's fat cock and balls. And down your legs, making you moan as you feel the silky sensation of his seed caressing your skin.

It feels like thousands of kisses trail down your inner thighs and legs.

A loud sob forces its way out of your mouth as the caress of Yuuji's vampire cum makes you lose yourself to pleasure once more. Your pussy shudders, creaming again on the fat vampire cock, as you can only mewl weakly and cry in delight.

You watch with heavy-lidded eyes as Yuuji's cum runs over your leather boots, collecting at the heel before it drips down onto the city below you.

Yuuji's still sucking on your neck, moaning softly as he drinks your sweet blood and lets his cock get milked by the pulsing walls of your wet pussy.

You know he has to stop feasting on you now, or you will get too weak. And so you grab a handful of his pretty pink hair and tug sharply on it to get his attention.

When he finally pulls away, you can see the lust-filled haze leave his golden eyes and get replaced by regret and guilt. So sweet. You almost laugh.

"I'm sorry."

Yuuji slowly floats down past the glittering windows of skyscrapers and the blinking neon lights of the club. And you capture his lips with yours, kissing him hungrily, moaning at the taste of your blood and his spit on his tongue.

He gasps in surprise, not understanding why you still want him after what he did to you. But then his lips start to move against yours, kissing you back, slow and sweet, letting you taste his vampire kiss, his silky tongue, and intoxicating spit. Such a sweet drug.

When you reach the ground, he sets you down carefully on the grey asphalt of the dingy back alley.

He smiles at you nervously, looking guilty, making your breath catch at how beautiful he is.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry for losing control, but you tasted so good. I'm not...I'm not used to human blood. I got overwhelmed by your taste."

He scratches his pink hair, looking like a lost little puppy. Funny how an apex predator like him can look so cute.

He adds in a soft voice,

"I hope I didn't take too much. Maybe you should stop at the hospital and ask for a blood transfusion? Let me heal you first, though."

He comes closer again, leaning down to lick over your neck where his fangs left the deepest wound. You moan as his saliva coats your skin and seeps into your wounded flesh, making it close miraculously.

You could get lost in this pleasure, give yourself over to it and press your tits in his face, so he heals his marks there too. It's tempting.

But you shake yourself out of it. Now is the crucial moment. You have to focus!

Yuuji is an easy target. Usually, you have to stake them right after they cum, or they will surely kill you. But he is different. You knew he would let you live.

And now the vampire boy is here, so close to you as he heals your wound, and you know you have to take your chance now or never.

Your fingertips graze over the handle of your wooden stake, where it's hidden in your leather boot.

But you hesitate.

Yuuji is so sweet. Not as feral as the other ones. Wouldn't it be a shame to kill him? To waste this perfect opportunity? Isn't he everything you ever wished for?

You smile as you push the stake back into your right boot, and instead, you fish something else out of your left boot.

It's so easy. Yuuji is too trusting, too sure that you are just a helpless girl who stumbled into him on accident.

He doesn't expect your move. Doesn't realize what you really are.

And then it's too late.

His surprised cry of pain makes you chuckle softly as you snap the silver handcuffs shut on his left wrist. He tries to yank his hand away, but he is already weakened by the silver. And before he can pull away, you already handcuff his other wrist, too, effectively trapping his hands behind his back.

It's always fascinating to see how weak those strong creatures become once pure silver touches them.

Yuuji's golden eyes are wide as he stares at you with a growing dread on his flawless face. Now he knows what you are. Something flickers over his beautiful face. Fear but also something else. Relief.

"Do it, please. It's ok. A monster like me shouldn't exist anyway. Please, I don't want to hurt more people."

You smile at him. Your voice is soothing, like talking to a scared animal.

"I know Yuuji. I know, sweetie. And that's why I'm not going to kill you."

He blinks at you, confused, not understanding what you mean. But you will tell him. You will explain it all to him.

You pull another item out of your boot. Your touch is gentle, almost loving when you put the silver collar on Yuuji's neck.

He hisses in pain as more silver touches his skin, burning it with its pureness. A single tear runs down his pretty face, and his lips tremble. He's so perfect. So beautiful. You are glad that you didn't kill him.

"Shhh, baby boy, it's ok. The pain will lessen once your skin gets used to it."

You coo at him, reaching out to pet his pretty pink hair soothingly and press your lips to his cheek, capturing the tear and letting it melt on your tongue, sighing at the euphoric taste.

"You are far too pretty and too cute to kill you. I'm gonna keep you."

And with that, you smile at him and fasten a leather leash on his collar.

Perfect!

The collar looks cute on Yuuji. As if it belongs there. Maybe you should get him a little silver name tag.

"Let's go, Yuuji. I'll show you your new home."

You laugh softly as you wrap the leash around your wrist and give it a gentle tug to pull your new personal vampire after you.

You lift your head to gaze up at the full moon glowing brightly above the rooftops of Tokyo's skyscrapers. What a perfect night for hunting! It's a Killing Moon tonight. Legend says that it works as a lucky charm for you vampire hunters. And maybe there is truth to that old tale.

After all, you have waited months for an opportunity like this. To find the perfect vampire.

You are prepared. There is a cell in your basement. You furnished it with a luxurious big bed and soft pillows. You want your vampire to be comfortable, after all. And if he stays away from the silver bars, he won't get hurt. It's a lovely little room down there. Perfect for keeping a cute vampire pet.

The thing is, there is something you want even more than just getting bitten and fucked by those powerful creatures. They have something far more precious to give you.

Eternity.

It's the ultimate treason to mankind, but the huntress wants to become the thing she is supposed to kill.

The tricky thing is to find a vampire who will agree to turn you. He has to feed you his blood willingly, or it won't work. And you have to trust him not to kill you during the process.

But you think you have finally found the perfect specimen. You need one who hasn't lost his humanity and compassion. Sweet Yuuji is the perfect one for that. A vampire who doesn't want to kill.

A wide victorious smirk spreads over your face as you give the leash in your hand a firm tug and continue your way through the filthy, dimly lit back alleys of this forsaken city.

Three months later

"Hey, sweetie. How was my sweet boy's night?"

You smile at your vampire lover as you open the door to his cell. Your breath still catches in your throat anytime you come down here and see Yuuji. His beauty is astounding. Glowing like the moon in this dark basement, beautiful and strong.

And so hungry. Hungry for your blood and your pussy. And you are here to give him both.

He is your little secret, locked away from the rest of the world, only existing for your pleasure and the promise of eternal life.

One day. One day, sweet Yuuji will give you what you want the most.

Until then, you'll just come down here every night to love him, fuck him, offer him the sweet bliss of your blood and your hot wet cunt.

Sometimes he cries those beautiful tears that glitter like diamonds and asks you in that low velvety voice:

"Why are you doing this? Why don't you let me go?"

And anytime you pet his soft pink hair and snuggle against his strong body and tell him:

"Aww, but Yuuji, don't mix things up, my love. You were the one who attacked me. It's not fair to blame me. You know that, right? My pretty boy."

He gulps and nods and apologizes over and over again. It's so cute to watch. You always end up spoiling him too much on those nights, milking his gorgeous vampire cock and letting him feed on your neck until he is in such a fucked out, lust-filled haze that he doesn't even remember his name anymore.

And you always whisper to him afterwards how much you love him. How happy you are that he came into your life.

"What we have is special, Yuuji. Don't you see? I love you so much. That's why I want us to stay together for all times."

The people in your department wouldn't understand. They would say your lover is Death. But they are wrong. Yuuji is life. Eternal life. The greatest treasure humankind hunts for.

And you have that treasure in your basement, sitting prettily on his bed, looking at you with his big golden eyes, the cute collar around his neck sparkling enticingly. You got him a name tag. It's heart-shaped.

He really is your most precious possession.

The tragedy of being human is that death will inevitably come too soon. But a vampire can defeat death. A vampire can make you immortal.

Yuuji can make you immortal.

You visit him every night to ride him, screaming from lust when his fat cock pleasures you. You tease him, you edge him, you overstimulate him. Over and over again. Tugging on his leash and telling him to bite you and suck your blood.

And every night, you ask him to give you his blood too, so you can be together for all eternity.

He resists anytime. But you won't stop until you get what you want.

One day you will break your cute little vampire, and then you'll be his lover forever.

It is meant to be. Fate made you step into this particular back alley on that particular night. And even though Yuuji wouldn't have come home with you willingly, you made sure to lead him to his fate with a silver collar and a leash. And one day, he will understand.

There is no running from his fate.

Under blue moon I saw you So soon you'll take me Up in your arms too late to beg you Or cancel it, though I know it must be The killing time Unwillingly mine

Fate Up against your will Through the thick and thin He will wait until You give yourself to him

The Killing Moon by Echo & the Bunnymen

Thank you so much for reading my 2022 Yuuji Halloween fic! I hope you enjoyed sexy vampire Yuuji and the little twist at the end :) Initially, this story was supposed to be about a regular girl stumbling out of the club and into Yuuji, who feeds off her because he is hungry. But then I suddenly caught myself writing reader as a vampire hunter, and I realized that this makes the story a lot more fun. The yandere part was born when The Killing Moon was playing in the background, and I listened to the lyrics, and suddenly I knew how to finish this story.

Halloween always brings out my dark side, lol. It was so much fun to write an evil reader :)

I hope you enjoyed the story! Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

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Intertwined with the inhuman (harbingers x reader)

Okay, hear me out

(Cross posted under Dontjudgemepels on wattpad)

Y/n L/n

the human, who has captured the hearts of some of the most powerful beings in this world

further details:

-a college student on summer break

-"All I wanted was a summer vacation"

Pierro:

A man who was once a human, cursed with immortality for a sin, he serves as number one of the Fatui harbingers.

the Fatui is a secret organization that serves to help the inhuman, but for a price that many deem to be far too great.

No further details available:

Il Dottore:

A vampire who has lived for several centuries, who also serves as number two of the fatui harbingers.

Dottore also happens to be called The Doctor.

Further details:

- "You are quite the specimen, would you allow me to take a closer look at you?"

Columbina

A siren who join the fatui along the same time as Dottore, she was notorious for luring sailors to their eventual demise. even outside of her watery home she is still one of the strongest Harbingers.

Further details:

-It is said that her voice has the power to hypnotize hundreds of people, even with a simple tune.

- "Say, would you like to hear a tune my dear?"

Capitano:

Capitano is said to have the face of a monster, although no one has seen it so no one really knows, what is known of him though is that he has been alive for several centuries, and has served as a warrior a different time periods. He currently serves as number four of the fatui harbingers.

further details:

- although he is said to be a war torn battle hungry warrior he seems to have a soft spot for animals and certain humans.

-"No one has seen what is under my mask, nor will they, even you. "

Scaramouche:

Scaramouche a man who has a perfect face he has lived for a few centuries, as is significantly younger than many of the high ranking harbingers (see numbers 1-4). although he is said to have a perfect face if you look to closely you may see the cracks of his past beneath such a beautiful face.

Further details:

-he has quite the tongue on him, but he can be quite soft when he wants to be

- "You are quite the anomaly human, I can see why the doctor has such an interest in you."

Pantalone:

Pantalone has lived for several centuries, although he has only lived in the human realm for a few centuries, he is a demon who wears the face of a banker. He often enjoys manipulating humans into giving up their soul for unimaginable wealth, along with watching many people going into bankruptcy 'mysteriously.' It is also said that he has worked closely with the Doctor number two of the harbingers. For his ability to get money he has been brought to the fatui and given the number of nine. Don't let such a low number make you think he's weak.

further details:

-He almost never opens his eyes, many people place bets on what color they are

-"you may as well be the most valuable thing that one can get."

Arlecchino:

Arlecchino, number ten of the fatui harbingers is one who was once a mother, as a human she had found true happiness, or so she thought, her child was taken away from her at such a young age and she was labeled as a witch, the two were burned together at the stake. Arlecchino woke up decades later filled with resentment towards the people who killed her and her child. It's said that the night she rose is the night that many villages who discriminated against women and hurt children fell, burned to the ground. For her history she aligned herself with the Fatui, reaching the number of ten, as a pontianak (these are actually really cool ->> from google: It is often depicted as a pregnant woman who is unable to give birth to a child or as a vampiric, vengeful female spirit. The Pontianak lures in unsuspecting men to incite fear and enact revenge. Signs that a Pontianak is nearby include the sound of an infant crying, the smell of a decaying corpse, or the plumeria flower

but for the purposes of this story she will be a bit different...).

Further details:

- It is said that arlecchino will lure away children from abusive households and raise them as their own, they consider it to be a blessing but many debate about whether these children have stumbled into a blessing or a curse in disguise

-"You are quite a beautiful human, your soul is pure, perhaps if I were a human we could've been together."

Childe:

Tartaglia better known as childe is a werewolf, the youngest of the harbingers only being a little over a century old. As a child it is said that he fell into a realm of the inhuman which lead him down a path where he eventually met a werewolf who turned him after they trained together. Since he is so young he can have quite the temper, especially when it is close to the full moon.

Further details:

-It is said that childe was very close with his family, but when he turned he had to leave them behind. he knew it was for the best, since it would just be torture to see them grow up while he just stayed the same. He still has nightmares about it and visits their graves from time to time, and carries a photo of them with him.

-"Say it again, say my name. It sounds divine when you say it."

And so the show begins, let us see how it will end.

#genshin x reader #imagines #fatui harbingers #genshin harbingers #harbingers x reader #tartaglia #arlechinno genshin #pantalone #x reader #il dottore

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s. todoroki - fantasy + hybrid au (pt. 1)

inspired slightly by @willowser ‘s dragon king bakugo story

Bred specifically for both supernatural beauty and terminal murder, Shouto Todoroki grew to realize that he is no longer human, but a beast. Hybrid breeders intricately crafted him to be the perfect specimen; a high-end snow leopard with the killing instincts of a true carnivore, but the aesthetics of a misunderstood prince.

Which is exactly what he was.

Shouto was property, his existence only being for entertainment of the King, and to kill. Every day of his life was spent either within the cold bars of a cage, or the bloodstained colosseum where he fought for his life. All will only see the surface of Shouto; a well-bred, lethal animal. Not a human in the slightest, not a person in the slightest.

Yet, he can speak, he can observe, and he can change his appearance to resemble man.

. . .

Caught for stealing fruit from a man, the royal guards of the King took you by arms to be mercilessly thrown into the colosseum. Despite your foul screams and curses for freedom, you were forced through the massive gates of the area, left with nothing but your pride, and a pocket knife.

You were tossed in, and immediately, you scrambled back towards the now closed gates, two guards grinning at you with malicious smirks. Through your claws and pries to open the gates, the two men took their leave, leaving you for dead.

You could hear the cheers and cries of numerous townspeople echoing as you turn around, gazing towards the distant other end of the arena. A dark shadow casts over the opposing end of you, and you can only see two feline eyes.

A deep, ferocious growl omits across from you, coursing a violent chill down your spice. You hear the soft paws of an animal, and all you can do is clutch your pocket knife for comfort.

The beast slowly, steadily steps forward into the light of the sun, finally illuminating himself to your gaze.

The way the leopard pierces you with his gaze, the way he slowly paces around you in a circle makes you feel as though you’re being hunted, that you’re the prey destined to die.

The sheer size of the leopard scares you, and you’re almost certain that you would lose if you tried to defend yourself against him. The claws, the glare, and the teeth say it all for you.

The crowd all suddenly goes silent as the giant leopard pauses in front of you, as if they all know what’s about to happen next. Anticipation rises, and all the audience seems to want to leap out of their seats.

You can feel the leopards’ gaze as you clutch your knife with shaky hands, and he looks directly into your own eyes.

You freeze, and you see all the untended wounds and scratches on the animal. Though his fur coat shines silver, there’s a bleak sag to it that you can only see if you squint. Despite the lingering feeling of death nearby, you cannot help but have sympathy for the creature.

He just looks so sad, and so very miserable.

You drop your knife to the ground with a ‘clank’, taking a deep breath to yourself.

Despite all the fear that you feel, you let out your hand in front of the beast, urging him to sniff at your hand like you would a stray cat. Because that’s what he is; a cat.

The leopard surprisingly flinches, sensing no threat to your hand, yet still ogling at your tiny hand like he doesn’t know what to do with it.

The crowd’s so quiet, you could hear a pin drop.

“You sniff it, y’know?“ You mutter, so kindly, so softly.

Shouto understands, and he hears you. There’s no knife on you, no harm to you. Should he listen?

He does.

Ever-so-slowly, the leopard takes a step forward, looking hesitant to smell your hand. Eventually though, he does, pressing his wet nose to your hand to sniff at the soft skin of your knuckles.

His previously ferocious eyes dilate at your scent, and Shouto starts getting deeper into it, discreetly, shyly rubbing his face all over your hand, and even your wrists. He’s never smelled something so sweet, and so wonderful. You’re too kind to be real, too lovely to even possibly be human, a species that Shouto believes to be cruel, foul, and malicious.

Murmurs start to file through the crowd, and there’s a confused, unsatisfied energy in the air. Where is the fight, the bloodshed?

You peer upwards at the King’s viewing balcony, noticing the royal discreetly speak to a few guards. Shouto continues to rub himself onto you, and you take that as gentle permission to scratch his head.

From there, he just melts, provided with the affection and love he’s been craving so long for- a starved man in front of a platter of food.

“Alright, missy, we’re gonna have to take it over from here.“

You hear the voices of the guards from earlier, and instantly, you scowl in pure disgust. Both guards host spears in their hands, and the giant metal gates slowly swing open.

“Step away from the beast!“

One of the guards barks at you, and you’re frozen, unsure of what to do.

“I said, step away!“

One guard takes initiative, charging towards you with a metal spear in clutch. You surge back to save yourself from the guard, and you regretfully tear your hand from Shouto.

Just as a guard manages to meet his spear with your heart, Shouto snarls unlike you’ve ever heard before, shattering the wooden bar of the spear with his jaws. The guard cowers away, and Shouto pounces for him, scratching the guard’s face enough to draw blood. You gasp in horror, and Shouto spots the very obviously open gate behind the remaining guard.

You almost think that Shouto goes to bite your arm off when he mouths the sleeve of your dress, growling and tugging at you towards the open gates. Frantically, Shouto tugs you, then looks at his own back, seemingly ushering you to quickly!!! get onto his back.

It takes you a moment to realize, but you quickly scramble onto Shouto’s back, desperately gripping his fur coat to keep yourself from tumbling off.

Instantly, Shouto takes the queue to run, as fast as he ever has before; for freedom, for the chance to escape this hellhole. The leopard charges for the gates at full speed, and you curl yourself into Shouto’s back, pressing your cheek against his fur.

Both you and leopard burst through the gates, escaping the shouts of all the audience, and the curses of the guards. Shouto runs off, dashing through the townsmarket and crashing through numerous carts and tents filled with goods.

At last, you see the distant flutter of trees, and you hesitantly turn around, ensuring yourself that no guards have managed to follow the two of you. There isn’t, and you huff a sigh of relief as Shouto slows his run into the forest.

#shouto todoroki #todoroki #shouto #todoroki shouto #todoroki x reader #shouto x reader #shouto todoroki x reader #reader insert #fluff #fantasy au #hybrid au #bnha #mha #cosmosis-writes ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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Alecto

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Alecto, the most important character who we know the least about.

Here are some theories:

She was an alien of some kind: she's been described as "not human", and a "monster". Monsterhood can take on different forms, so it's fairly nondescript. But she was certainly exceptional in many ways.

She could have been a genetic anomaly, human but not, and it gave her powers.

Was she already this wild, angry, powerful, nonhuman monster before John resurrected her? None of the other Lyctors knew her before John resurrected her, and fused with her via perfect Lyctorhood. At this point, she would have been enormously powerful, and possibly using this power willfully; she wasn't just herself, she was an amalgam of her and John.

Here's how John describes her:

He said, “It stood for a couple of things. A joke, mostly. I often called her Annabel Lee. Annie Laurie. When I first met her I just called her First, One. She had a real name, but I buried it with her, and nobody says it anymore. “She has been dead for nearly ten thousand years, but she keeps her vigil with me, as a memory, if nothing else … Annabel Lee was my—what do I call her? Guide? Friend? I’d hoped so…” You did not know how to respond to this. He did not seem to need a response. God said, “She was the first Resurrection. She was my Adam. As the dust settled and I beheld what was left and what was gone, I was entirely alone. The world had been ended, Harrowhark. One moment I was a man, and then the next moment I was the Necrolord Prime, the first necromancer, and more importantly, a landlord with no tenants.”

No lie, John knowing Alecto as "First", and "One", to me creepily suggests that she was a specimen. That John was some kind of scientist studying her. (Yuck.) Perhaps even a genetically engineered fetus he created and grew himself. I could be misreading this of course. She could be an alien with alien powers. She might not have been human at all, though compatible enough with humans to Lyctor with them and possibly even reproduce.

John says she was his first resurrection. The way he describes the event makes it sound like he needed all the energy in the whole entire universe to do it, and that this was what killed the First House, and all the other Houses that existed at the time, and the planets, and the sun.

Then there's this:

The dead corse of the Locked Tomb—the death of the Emperor—the maiden with the sword and the chains, the girl in the ice, the woman of the cold rock, the being behind the stone that could never be rolled away—said, in half-confused tones she had never taken with you: “I don’t know. I died, once … no, twice,” but then she had said no more.

(Hinting at Alecto the Ninth - the future book - continuing the trend of being told from the perspective of the person who knows least about what's going on.)

But she died twice - once presumably before John resurrected her (allegedly), and the second time - when she got locked away? Or was there another one? (Still convinced Alecto isn't dead currently.)

Was Alecto's resurrection the same incident, or a different one, to John and Alecto's Lyctoral Ascension?

And who was Alecto... before she died the first time?

The Alecto we see in Harrow's "hallucinations" is quiet, protective of Harrow, secretive. She betrays little emotion, but when she does, it's never... vicious, her spirit so different from Wake in this respect. She seems genuinely sweet, far from the monster we've heard described. Her presence is comforting for Harrow.

We've also heard Augustine say:

“My lord,” said Augustine formally, “you told us the truth about Annabel—about Alecto—because she knew the truth about it too, and you never could control her. Even after two centuries, I’m not sure she ever managed to lie. That was what stayed my hand for such a long time. How would you have asked Alecto the First to lie—how would you have persuaded that mad monster into even an unsophisticated con?” God said, “Don’t call her that.” “A monster, John!” Augustine barked. “She was a bloody monster in a human suit! She was a monster the moment you resurrected her, and you went and made her worse!”

So she couldn't lie, but still "a monster" who John managed to "make worse". But also maybe not the brightest? Excepting the Monster part, she sounds like almost more of a himbo than Gideon.

What powers did she have then, to be so frequently called a monster?

It's very difficult to tangle apart what's actually Alecto, which of John's powers are actually her powers, and which of her post-resurrection/Lyctorhood powers are John's.

I think John's tangy type of magic which heals instantly and puts him back together again from atoms after Mercymorn "kills" him, the power which makes people so compelled to talk and tell him the truth, that's actually Alecto's powers - as discussed in the previous post.

Her powers - hers, not John's, or hers being used through John - post-resurrection and pre - are not very defined, at all, but it is safe to say that she must be very powerful. If I'm right and the citrus instant-powers John uses are actually Alecto's, then she is quite close to being a necromancer herself. I don't think her and John correspond neatly to the necro/cav dichotomy.

The whole thing with Ortus and Nonius shows that words are powerful in the River and possibly outside. I think Alecto's powers are as such that even saying her name can invoke her spirit - which is why John doesn't want her name to be said, ever. I think she is still alive - and the ice and tomb and wards are there to keep her out, and keep her spirit from attaching itself to people and things. I think that's what happened with Harrow when she opened the tomb. Alecto doesn't need a connection to something, or someone, to attach herself to them. Or maybe Harrow's instant love for her was enough. Or maybe the love itself is a manifestation of Alecto's powers? Either way, she did not have to be related to Harrow, or attached to Harrow, to hitch a ride with her. An impenetrable ice cave warded to all hell - not even a mouse would have been able to get in. Probably, Alecto would have been able to possess a mouse and get her spirit, at least, out that way. This is why it was important to keep everyone and everything out of the tomb and lock it forever. Alecto's powers are on the same level, if not higher, than God's.

I think Alecto must have figured out first that resurrection and necromancy was an awful, horrible thing to do that would draw the wrath of dead planets and souls.

I think a lot of the plotting against the emperor is by her design, somehow. That when she "went away" from Harrow in the last few weeks of HtN, she was Doing Something, her soul connecting to the Blood of Eden, or the Resurrection Beasts, or something. It's been established by now, quite formly, that just cus someone's dead - or incapacitated - this doesn't keep them from having influence on the plot. At least for the past eight years, Alecto has been with Harrow, and therefore much freer in how her soul would roam.

I'm hella excited to find out what will happen with Alecto.

This concludes the character section; I'm going to briefly attempt to predict some plot and theorise about Nona before actually getting this liveblog back off the ground!

>> Next: Plot Predictions

#tlt liveblog #the locked tomb liveblog #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #tlt theories #no nona the ninth spoilers please #alecto the first

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knoxdrei · 1 month

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Morning Glow

For Trafalgar Water D Law, there was perhaps a view that he could get used to. The Polar Tang was calmly making its way through the sea. Close to the surface, just like every morning, so that they could exchange the stale oxygen from the night for a fresh sea breeze via the valves on the main mast. Even though they had an excellent ventilation system that filtered the air in a way that it wasn't actually necessary up to 96 hours, Law still insisted on it.

On one hand, it reduced the spread of diseases via ventilation and at the same time, it improved the crew's morale to see the sparse daylight shimmering in the ocean outside their windows.

Law would never admit it, of course, but even for him it was the perfect way to start the day, sitting alone in his cabin with his coffee cup and watching the sea shimmer and glisten.

And now that a certain swordsman was sharing the bunk with him while traveling from Zhou to Wano, maybe the whole spectacle had taken on a rather picture perfect touch.

Sipping the hot caffeinated brew, Law watched the reflections of the sea dance over marbled muscles. Small shadows were cast and continued to flit across the sea-tanned skin.

He leaned back silently on the couch, savoring the caffeine and the sight of the sleeping strawhat pirate in his bed. Stripped down to his bare skin and breathtakingly hot, piratehunter Roronoa Zoro laid across the mattress on his stomach, his arms crossed over his head, one hand buried in his soft hair and hummed under his breath.

A sign of trust.

Law had learned that the piratehunter only hummed like this when he was truly asleep. And heaven knows he really rarely did, which explained his need for constant naps.

In fact, Law had only known two situations so far.

One: Mugiwara-ya ordered his swordsman to do it.

The first time he had witnessed it was during their journey on Bartholomeo's fucked-up Fanboyship. Mugiwara-ya, usually so high-spirited and always in motion that Law had inwardly labeled him with the diagnosis ADHD, had calmly settled down next to the swordsman and ordered him to rest. The swordsman had snarled in disapproval but made absolutely no effort to resist when his captain had placed his head in his lap.

Law had watched the two of them for about an hour. Mugiwara-ya stayed abnormally quiet and serious on guard, while his swordsman allowed himself to let his guard down and actually sleep.

And two: for a couple of days now, Law could occasionally hear the exact same humming in his bed in the morning while he enjoyed his first cup of coffee of the day.

The first time, the usually vigilant piratehunter had been startled out of his sleep and, heavens, he'd been annoyed. Law had been flattered when he'd revealed that it was usually only around Mugiwara-ya that he was able to trust that someone was keeping track of things while he switched himself off for good.

The mystery that Zoro was now allowing himself this moment of vulnerability around the opposing pirate, passing that responsibility with the fresh smell of coffee for a while, remained a secret between the two of them.

It was perfectly fine with Law. As a captain it was his responsibility to protect the people on his ship anyway.

Besides, it gave him the chance to enjoy this picturesque view.

Of course Law would never tell anyone about this, but Zoro was an extraordinary specimen of the human race. His body was perfect and like something straight out of a medical textbook. Defined and an anatomical blueprint. Every single muscle was well-defined and trained. There was not an ounce of too much fat, allowing the muscles to stand out fine and marbled beneath his skin. When he flexed them, one could literally see them at work.

Fine veins were visible on the skin, making it easier for any doctor to insert injections. The skin was flawless, despite the many large and small but faded scars.

The swordsman's low hum was music to Law's ears. He still wondered how a man could have such an incredibly attractive voice.

The allied pirate fascinated him in more ways than one. The doctor in him loved his anatomy and was dying to dissect him down to the last fiber to figure out how the man had survived injuries that would kill any ordinary human. Ever since Chopper had handed him Zoro's medical file because of the short-term separation, his fingers had been tingling. The little quite adorable elk had warned him specifically about the swordsman as a patient. Although he never really got sick, he was constantly suffering from life-threatening injuries and had no sense when it came to his recovery.

Law hadn't been able to resist using his Room to sneak a closer examination of the documented traumas while Zoro was in a deep slumber. There was hardly a bone in his body without traces of old fractures and many of his organs had scar tissue from internal injuries.

Nevertheless, he was still a perfectly healthy man.

His ability to heal had to be extraordinary. However, Law already experienced that his sense of physical pain was almost non-existent. Which was absolutely incomprehensible when one considered just how ticklish and sensitive the swordsman reacted to being touched.

But apart from the fact that he was a medical wonder whose secret he would love to find out, Law was also fascinated by the man.

Piratehunter Roronoa Zoro was not some emotionless demon, contrary to the myths about him. A predator, no doubt. But one that was quite docile when not provoked.

The swordsman was somehow intelligent, cunning and stupid at the same time. On the surface he gave the impression of four functioning brain cells: Breathing, sleeping, drinking and eating, training and fighting.

Maybe even sex, judging by how needy the pirate could be.

However, on a closer analysis, he was so much more than that.

He was truly masterful at trusting his instincts. And so far, Law had never once experienced them cheating on him. Except maybe when it came to his sense of direction. Which was absolutely catastrophic.

Law chuckled softly into his coffee at the thought of how sensitive the swordsman was about his weakness. But who in the name of the devil got lost on a straight path? And how on earth was it possible not to tease him about that?

The swordsman growled softly, as if he knew exactly what Law was thinking about. The smile on the doctor's lips spread a little wider. Zoro had probably rested enough and would wake up soon. Returned to his vigilance.

And Zoro truly did always keep a watchful eye on the people around him, apparently feeling somehow responsible for their protection. He was just gentler than people gave him credit for.

"Your fucking eyes might just pop out when you keep staring at my backside like that!"

The swordsman's low sleepy growl filled the room, although it was barely more than a whisper. Zoro didn't even start to move, he wasn't really fully awake yet.

"Hmm..." Law grinned into his coffee. "Just admired that bite mark on your ass cheek."

Zoro laughed quietly and clicked his tongue. "Guess the little fucker just wasn't able to control himself last night!"

"Seems like it!" Law admitted and drained his cup. He watched as the swordsman stretched and finally rose. Still sleepy, he stumbled over to Law and reached for the cup in his hand. Law smirked as the man allowed himself a brief pout at the yawning emptiness of the vessel.

Silently, he took the cup labeled Greatest Captain #1 away from him and winked. Two hand gestures and two words later, the empty vessel in his hand was replaced by a cup of fresh hot coffee.

The swordsman grinned with satisfaction and took the cup. "Lucky you. I was about to call you a fucking egotist!" he grumbled into the cup and flopped down on the sofa with Law. Just like any other morning, the surgeon spread his legs without a word and let the swordsman lean back against his chest, enjoying his first sip of caffeine for the day.

"How rude, Zoro-ya! Who the heck said I'd share my beloved mug of coffee with you?" he teased, taking the cup from the pirate again. Zoro just grumbled again, low and vibrating so Law could feel it against his bare chest. It was their little ritual.

The swordsman stole a single sip of coffee and then laid back down to sleep. This time, on top of Law. And this time on guard.

Another small detail of his morning that he could almost get quite used to. However, there was absolutely no question of being given the chance to enjoy it over the long run. They almost arrived at Wano and it was out of question that their ways will part once they took Kaido down.

Law would ask, but he knew that it was absolutely pointless. And he had to admit, at least to himself, that he was a little envious of Mugiwara-ya. Envious that this annoying rubber gnome had found this man and earned his unconditional loyalty and devotion. Even if Law had the audacity to try to steal the swordsman away - and by heavens, if he had the chance, he wouldn't hesitate for a second - all he would gain was a loss, because piratehunter Roronoa Zoro would never pledge himself to anyone other than Monkey D Luffy.

Law grumbled scowling. Who was he fooling? He wasn't envious, he was freaking jealous of Mugiwara-ya. Sure, his crew was also loyal and devoted to him, but Zoro was taking it to a level with his devotion that he would love to have all to himself.

"How can you be in such a bad mood first thing every morning?" the swordsman muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Shut up!" Law replied and reached for his chin. He gently pulled it upwards and placed a kiss on his forehead. Zoro grinned and looked at him.

"Good morning, sunshine!"

Law smiled as the piratehunter took his hand and placed it on his chest. Right over that heart. He felt a small skip in heartbeat. Well, while he might not have this man in his crew, there was something he had that nobody else could possess.

His own heartbeat safely stored in the strong chest of piratehunter Roronoa Zoro, whose beating heart he could sense calm and strong inside himself.

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Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Final Part | Bonus

I've never written anything like this so this was a new experience. I wrote a lot more than I intended. There are additional warnings of murder, needles, experimentation, and mentionings of physical abuse, which is canon-typical but still deserves a warning.

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Vi hears Singed’s footsteps before she can see him. Two of Singed’s assistants had dragged her out of her cage as she settled down for the night. They put a muzzle on her, making sure she couldn’t attack them before taking her to that goddamn lab. She growled the whole way there, making the assistants glance at her nervously the louder she got, but she remained compliant. That was how she survived in this place. Faking the loss of her memories, listening to whatever Singed told her to do, and playing the part of a good pet. She hated it. She hated Singed and his assistants and wanted to devour them in a rage.

“Good evening, Willow.” Singed hums as he walks around the table she’s strapped to, “Tonight… Tonight you receive the final dose of the serum I perfected for you. Isn’t that wonderful, Willow? The final dose. You have become the most perfect specimen.” He grins patting her arm and making her want to lash out at him. Unfortunately, the chains holding her down wouldn’t allow her to. Singed looked awful. His eyes were sunken deeper than usual, skin sickly and showing his scars. Yet, it didn’t hide the manic look in his eyes. She could smell it on him, too, to her surprise. Singed was always guarded around her. It was rare she could sense anything about his emotional state or health. She suspected that he had some kind of blocker on when he visited her, as the assistants didn't.

“Six years. It took six years and a few failed test subjects to get here. Warwick was the closest we got before he tragically died a few years ago. He did not survive the experiments as you did.” A low growl rumbles in her chest to show her displeasure, but a lump forms in her throat at those words. Even though his death was a few years ago, it stung every time it got brought up. Singed liked to give his experiments new names and Warwick was Vander’s. Vi watched helplessly as Vander was mutated and lost his memories, but he always said that she seemed familiar to him. That brought her more pain than anything Singed did. And now, Vi was the last of the test subjects… and the only successful one.

“You are my greatest creation yet. A perfect killing machine hidden in a human’s body.” She could hear the adoration in his voice, but it wasn’t for her. No. It was for his creation. The thing he turned her and her father into. Her hand tightens into a fist causing her claws to sink into her skin. The stinging pain reminds her that she’s not in a nightmare.

“When you wake up, things will change. You’ll be rewarded for being so cooperative.” Singed croons at her, “Don’t worry about a thing, Willow.” A large 60ml syringe filled with a light yellow serum is removed from his pocket. A touch of fear brushes the edge of her subconscious as the syringe reminds her of the first night in this place. Her serum wasn’t yellow. The one they gave her over the years has been green, but she can’t voice that thought as she feels the thick needle slide into her arm.

An unearthly scream rips through the silence as the serum is injected into her. It burns through her veins like acid and as the rest of the liquid is injected it feels like her head is going to burst. She lets out a howl and thrashes in her chains, screaming in pain as she desperately tries to find some kind of relief. It’s not long until her body becomes very heavy and her head starts to spin. The last thing she sees is Singed's sinister eyes as she slumps unconscious.

“Y/n.” Jim - Singed’s main assistant - nods at you when you make eye contact with him. You give him a friendly smile as you hand the customer in front of you their fully repaired weapon. This was the tenth weapon you’ve had to fix today. ‘What are Silco’s men doing with these things? They’re definitely keeping me busy.’

“Hey, Jim.” You say cheerily, “Are you here to take my tools again?”

“No, actually, I’m hoping I can take you on a date.” Jim announces confidently. You raise an eyebrow at him as you wipe down your workstation. Jim has been coming to your shop since it opened a few years ago on behalf of Singed. You knew that he was crushing on you, but you weren’t into him. Your gaze was only for women, whether they were human, Vastayan, or another species. It wasn’t a secret, as everyone knows you’re Grace’s favorite client; a chameleon-like Vastaya who works as a Dominatrix at Babette’s. So, the confident way Jim said this made you chuckle.

“Sorry, Jim. You’re not my type, and by that, I mean a woman.” You turn to him and put a hand on your hip, “I’m gonna have to turn you down.”

“Of course, I’m not your type! I know that!” Jim laughs, but you can tell it’s forced, “I’m actually here to offer you a job on the weekends.”

“What kind of job?” You tilt your head, “It better be worth my while.”

“Singed is looking for someone to do an important job. It’s only two hours a day. He tasked me with finding a person and I thought you’d be best.”

“And, because it’s Singed… You can’t tell me more than that, right?” You snort, “How do you think that’ll get my interest?” You had already made up your mind to turn down the offer. You had wondered what Singed was working on, but you weren’t foolish enough to find out. He was the one who created Shimmer, after all.

“You’re the only one who can do it.” Jim pleads, seeing the answer on your face.

“It’s a no, Jim.” You shake your head and go back to your work. ‘Who am I kidding? I am foolish. I’m so curious about this job.’

“You’ll get to find out why you’re repairing so many things.” Jim rushes out, “I’m sure you have questions about it!” You sigh, knowing that he got you. Naturally, that piqued your interest and you found yourself getting a rundown on your new job that weekend. ‘Why does he need me? And, why am I the only one who can do this?’ You ponder.

Singed greeted you with a chill warmth but there was a glee in his eyes when they landed on you. He was quick to inform you about what he needed you for - an observation job. All you had to do was sign some forms - which you read thoroughly - and take a little pill before you went to see what you’d be taking care of. Singed wasn’t very forthcoming about specifics of the task, except for three things that involved your safety. One, always take the pill. Two, always announce your presence even if you know she can sense you. Three, don’t step past the white line or open the cage. You could only open it in emergencies.

You figured from the rules that it had to be an animal of some sort, as that was the only thing that made sense. You had asked what the pill was for and Singed told you it was important for your observations. You were so curious about what this animal could be that you took the pill without another question. It couldn’t be any worse for you than Shimmer or anything else in Zaun.

Five minutes later, Singed leads you down a long, bare hallway. You rub your arms as the temperature significantly drops, trying to keep yourself warm. The only thing down here is two large cages facing each other. One was empty but covered in scratches and what you could assume to be dried blood. Your attention was directed to the cage opposite it and your heart leaped into your throat. In the cage wasn’t an animal, but a woman. A very, very attractive woman.

“Before you freak out.” Singed glances at you, “Willow is not human. She only appears this way when she hasn’t… tapped into her nature.”

“Tapped into her nature? What does that mean?”

“Willow is a creature of my own creation. A werewolf. A predator hidden in plain sight. I assure you that you won’t see her as human when you witness her true form. She is the reason you’ve had to repair so many items.” You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. Something about her drew you in. In the corner she is laying in, there is a mass of blankets and pillows bundled around her. Off to the side, there’s a door into what you assume to be a bathroom since you don’t see any evidence of one in the main cage. ‘To have created a new species…’ You take a peek at the man next to you. ‘Just what does this man have spinning in his mind?’

“Is there anything I should know about Willow?”

“Willow has only been around men since she was born, so you’re the first woman she’ll be in contact with. I am not sure how she will act around you, but that is part of your job to find out. As such, all necessary information about her is in a folder on your desk.”

“The first woman?” You gasp in shock, “That adds some clarity as to why I was chosen for this job.”

“Yes, that along with your attention to detail. On the weekends, you’ll bring her a treat and spend some time with her. She may reveal things to you that she does not reveal during testing. But, don’t be fooled, Willow can speak like and understand a human. Don’t underestimate her.”

“Okay.” You nod, eyes still trained on her prone body, “I can do that.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit excited. You’re the first woman to interact with Willow, and that opens up so many questions. ‘It’s not every day you get to interact with a whole new species.’

Vi’s eyes snap open and she snarls in aggravation as her dream slips away. Her dreams were infinitely better than her reality. The past few weeks were filled with tests. She was poked, prodded, and studied to see what the completed serum did to her. Physically, it enhanced her muscles, making them bulkier than her working out did. It made Vi feel a little annoyed since she worked so hard to build muscle in the first place. But, Singed was gleeful about the physical changes in her. ‘A real apex predator’ was what he muttered during the last test. It also amplified her senses and even her canines felt more pointed than they used to be. Mentally, she was a lot more aware of her surroundings, quicker to act, and in tune with everything. They tested that by having her hunt some of Silco’s men who were unfortunate enough to make him angry. Singed mentioned something cryptic about her falling into her instincts and testing hormones but that wasn’t something she could piece together.

Today was a weekend day. She knew it was because the assistants came in late during the weekend. Singed would give her thick, rare meat that she would gladly indulge in, never questioning what kind of meat it was. The quality of it was better than what she was given during the week so it was something she looked forward to. It made her so excited that she started to pace the cage when she smelled it. Vi can feel herself salivating but the footsteps she hears puzzle her. ‘These are lighter than what I’m used to. They’re not ones I’ve heard before, so it’s… someone new?’ She listens closely to the steady steps and surprisingly even breathing. ‘Whoever it is, isn’t afraid of me either.’ Vi tilts her head and slinks back into the darkness, intending on studying who it is before they can see her. A body appears in front of her cage and Vi has to stop herself from recoiling in shock. The person in front of her wasn’t another man like she assumed but a woman.

“Willow?” A soft, delicate voice sounds and it’s music to her ears. ‘It’s been six years since I’ve been around a woman. All of Singed's assistants have been men.’ Vi’s heart pounds in her chest as she stares at her. ‘She’s… gorgeous.’ She thinks in awe.

“Willow, I have a treat for you.” She watches intently as the woman places the tray on the floor. Slowly, the woman slides the tray under the bars and into her cage. Overtaken by an emotion she can’t comprehend, Vi races forward and slams into the bars. Her hands grip the iron tightly as she tries to get as close to the woman as possible. ‘Why is she here? Why now? What’s changed?’

A loud yelp comes from the woman as she stumbles back and falls over in shock. She lands on her ass with a low thud and a small groan of pain, “Ouch, I wasn’t expecting that.” The woman laughs to herself before they make eye contact, “Hello, Willow.” She says pleasantly, but it makes Vi flinch. She didn’t like hearing that name come out of her mouth.

“You’re a woman.” Vi’s voice comes out silky, alluring, but it didn’t sound strange to her. Not anymore. She’s had years to get used to it and it was a part of her just like her wolf.

“I am. I’ve been told I’m uh…” The woman adjusts her position so she’s sitting cross-legged, “the first woman you’ve been exposed to since you’ve been here. I hope you don’t mind me being here.” Vi was shaking her head before she finished her sentence.

“I don’t mind at all. All of my other prison guards have been men.” Vi huffs, annoyance rising at the thought, “They all smell disgusting.”

“Well, what do I smell like?” The woman asks, intrigued.

“I’d like your name first.” Vi mumbles, “What’s your name?”

“My name?” She questions in shock, “My name is Y/n. It’s nice to meet you, Willow.” A low snarl leaves her lips that makes the woman in front of her flinch. That action makes Vi frown. ‘I didn’t mean to scare her. I don’t want to scare her away. What if she never comes back?’ That thought makes her want to let out a whine. ‘I don’t want to be alone again.’

“That’s not my name.” She awkwardly clears her throat. She didn’t want this woman to call her by that name. Not the name that Singed gave her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. What is your name, then?” Y/n apologizes and gives her a kind smile. That makes Vi blink in shock. Singed didn’t like acknowledging that she was once human, so Vi never heard her real name uttered in these halls. Yet, here was someone new asking her for it.

“…Violet…but I go by Vi.” She whispers longingly. How long has it been since someone said her name to her? It was a miracle she could even remember it after so long.

“Vi…” Y/n tests and Vi nearly slams her face into the bars to hear it better. The way it rolled off of her tongue sent shivers down her spine. Y/n gets startled again but smiles, “I’ll call you Vi, but only when we’re alone, okay? I don’t think Singed would be happy that I’m calling you something else. It’ll be our little secret.” She whispers conspiratorially and stands up.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, hm? I’ll be here longer and we can talk some more. Today was only an introduction. I’m sure you wouldn’t mind female company after all of these smelly guys.” Y/n winks.

“Please…” Vi pleads as the other woman starts walking away, “Please come back.”

“Don’t worry, I will!” Y/n reassures her as she disappears from Vi’s vision. A wave of loneliness washes over Vi and she sits down heavily. ‘I couldn’t smell her… She asked me what she smelled like and I didn’t smell anything. Is Singed hiding her scent? Why would he do that? Then again, why wouldn’t he?’ Vi snorts bitterly. It was then that she realized she really missed having the company of a woman. The ache in her chest only furthered her yearning to hear Y/n’s voice again. To see her again. Vi spent the rest of the time eating and wondering what Y/n would smell like.

You walk into the lab and head over to the small office that Singed designated to you. You take the time to change out of your civilian clothes and into the white jumpsuit provided. It was important to Singed that Vi wasn’t exposed to any outside scents, so you would be wearing this each time you came in. On the counter are a bottle of pills, a glass of water, and the stuff you need for your reports. The file that contains all of the information about Vi was still opened on your desk. You pick up one of your report papers and note the sections that you should be discussing with Vi. ‘Ah, these are quite invasive… Then again, she is an experiment… I don’t think there’s privacy in that.’ You sigh and tuck the paper back into its alcove. You find it a bit hard to believe that she was born and raised in this lab. To you, she appears to be too human and she even speaks like one, but Singed told you that she has never seen the outside of this lab. You’re the first outsider in, too. ‘She must be so lonely in that cage. As far as I know, she’s the only one. There may have been someone else in that other cage… but I think it’s too soon to ask about that.’ You take one of the pills before you head for the small kitchen.

You wrinkle your nose at the raw meat, not used to seeing such a large amount in one place. ‘This is enough for a small family. Can she really eat this much?’ You wonder as you pick up the tray. With a deep breath, you leave the kitchen. ‘What should I talk about with her? Those questions he gave me to ask are too invasive. Maybe I should stick to the basics? What… would be the basics?’

“Vi.” You say softly, carefully placing the tray down, “I’m here.” You glance up into the cage to try and see her. The back half of the cage was very dark and you couldn’t see anything. It was like the light vanished when it hit the halfway mark and a wall of shadows took its place. ’I don’t know how they managed to get that to happen, but it’s Singed. It's probably to give Vi a sense of privacy since there’s no wall here.’ It takes a moment but Vi comes bounding out of the darkness with a grin.

“You came back!” Vi’s eyes practically glow when she meets yours. ‘Or maybe they are glowing?’ She stops in front of you and grips the bars, “I was nervous that you might not come back. It’s been days since you were here last.” Her excitement to see you makes you feel flattered knowing that she missed you. ‘I like how she looks with a smile.’ You think idly. ‘So beautiful.’

“Don’t worry.” You smile and sit down behind the line, “I’ll be back every weekend until they don’t need me anymore. I can’t be here during the week since I run a shop on Main.”

“A shop? What shop?” Vi pauses, her claws hovering above the meat. ‘When did they change? I didn’t even notice. Does that happen instantly or does it take some time?’ You think in interest.

“I own a repair shop. I can fix pretty much anything you hand me, so my business is always busy. That’s where I am when I’m not helping Singed.”

“I wish I could see it. I’ve been in here for years.” Vi sighs, popping a piece of the meat into her mouth. ‘How could I be so insensitive!’ You scold yourself. ‘She has probably been in here her whole life and here I am talking about a place she can’t visit.’

“It’s not special.” You try to comfort her, “You’re not missing out on much. Besides, I get to come to see you. I think you’re much cooler and I enjoy being around you.”

“You’re… the first person to say that to me.” Vi mumbles sadly, “The other assistants are scared of me and don’t say much outside of delivering food…” Your initial reaction is to reach out and touch her but you stop your hand halfway. ‘I’m not allowed to. That’s one of the rules.’ You bite your lip feeling conflicted. ‘But, she’s clearly hurting.’

“You have me now.” Your fingers twist in the fabric of your pants, fighting the urge to reach out, “I’ll be keeping you company if you’d like.”

“... I’d like that.” Vi nods, “I’d like that a lot. Can you tell me about yourself?”

“Hm, well, I grew up here in Zaun. I didn’t tell you that… and my favorite color is pink, like the color of your hair, actually.” You point out and Vi runs her clean hand through it.

“You like my hair then?” Vi tilts her head, a smirk tugging on her lips.

“I do like your hair.” You giggle at her question, “And your eyes too, I think they’re beautiful.” Vi perks up at your comments and happily takes a bite of her food. When she does, you catch a glimpse of her sharp teeth and it makes you swallow hard. ‘Those are definitely not human teeth. If she can cut through meat that easily… I don’t even want to think about what she could do to me.’ Yet, part of you is very intrigued.

“I think you’re very pretty. Will you tell me more about yourself?” Vi asks, “I want to know more about you.” A blush rises to your face as you try to hold in a sympathetic sigh. ‘She must be dying to know more about anything other than this building. I can’t blame her for being eager to know someone new.’

“Alright, I’ll tell you more about me. My favorite animal is a poro…” You ramble on, telling her some basic things about you. During the time that you speak, she doesn’t interrupt you much, content to listen. When she does interrupt you, it’s as if she’s not aware of it. Vi will give you a compliment on something, but not even acknowledge that she did. So you thank her before continuing on with your story, feeling flustered from all of the compliments. You can’t recall a time someone did that without wanting to fuck you so it felt nice. Before you know it, two hours pass, and your watch's vibrations let you know your time is up. You’re forced to cut your conversation short, but you promise to pick up where you left off tomorrow.

“I read your report from last week.” Jim stands in your doorway, “You shouldn’t tell her so much about yourself. She can use that against you.”

“Did Singed give you clearance for that?” You put the pill in your mouth and raise an eyebrow at him. You’ve only talked to Jim in passing when you’re leaving for the day. You were trusted to speak to Vi when no one else was in the lab, so you had privacy. Singed believed that she might not tell you the things he needed if she knew others might overhear. Jim had protested, stating that no one would be here to help you if something happened. Singed’s response was that you had signed the contract, so if something happened it was on you.

“I’m his assistant. Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n… and that’s why I’m qualified to tell you to be careful with her. Willow knows how to mess with your mind. She has killed a lot of assistants before you by talking them into trusting her. It’s why we have the line.” You can hear a hint of envy in his voice. ‘Why would he be envious of that? He’s worked here much longer than I have.’

“It sounds like you're jealous she even speaks to me.” You snort, putting the glass down, “It’s my job, Jim. To talk to her. Besides, we only talked about my favorite color and other basic things. She can’t use that against me. What is she going to do? Serenade me with a poem?”

“I’m being serious here, Y/n. You don’t know this creature as I do. You haven’t seen her true form. You’ve only been here for three weeks!”

“You’re right. I haven’t seen her true form. I only know how Willow looks in her human form, but my job is to gather information. I can’t do that without giving my own. She’d never open up to me.”

“Well, don’t fall in love with her or you’ll end up like the guy before me.” Jim narrows his eyes at you, “Torn… to… pieces.” He hisses before leaving the room. You shake your head in disbelief. ‘What’s his problem? I’ve only talked to her a few times and he’s acting like I’m in love with her. Maybe he’s the one in love with her.’ You grumble and grab the tray with her treat. Watching her eat raw meat made your stomach turn, but she scarfed it down like it was a piece of cake. ‘Maybe I can sneak her in a piece of cake. Her records show me that all she’s been eating are meat and vegetables. She might like it.’ You head down the hallway, glad that you remembered to ask for a jacket this time around. It wouldn’t do you any good to sit there shivering in front of Vi for an hour or more.

“I’m back!” You call out as you clear the wall. To your surprise, Vi was already seated in front of the bars and waiting for you, “You seemed to know that I was here.” You muse, sliding the tray through. When you meet her gaze, Vi’s eyes are wide with wonder as she stares at you. You furrow your brow when she doesn’t take her gaze off of you.

“Vi?” You question worriedly. She blinks and shakes her head, pulling the tray closer to herself.

“I can smell you.” Vi glances up at you through her lashes, “I couldn’t smell you before.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, is it overwhelming?” You slowly sit down as she shakes her head.

“It’s faint. Very faint. The smell of the meat almost drowned it out. That’s why I was staring. I was trying to figure out what it was.”

“Okay, well… What do I smell like?” You tilt your head curiously. ‘I hope it’s nothing bad. She said the men smell gross. I hope I smell nice to her.’

“Sweet.” Vi pauses, thinking, “You smell like those cupcakes Jim eats for lunch.”

“I smell like a cupcake?” You laugh, not expecting to be compared to that.

“Mhm, you smell really good. It’s almost distracting me from my meal, and your scent isn’t as strong as others usually are.”

“Good to know.” You blush, then pause, “Wait, you can smell the kitchen from here?” Vi nods as she swallows her food. ‘Does Singed know that?’

“I can hear and smell farther than that.” Vi snorts, “Don’t worry, I won’t tear you to pieces. Jim is angry that I killed his friends.” You try to recall if you’ve ever mumbled out loud about her or your job. It would be humiliating or potentially distressing for her to hear certain things. ‘Like how I’ve suddenly started dreaming about her at night.’

“If you don’t mind me asking… Why… did you kill those assistants?” You inquire hesitantly. You weren’t planning on asking something like this so soon, but the opportunity offered itself up. You weren’t going to let this chance slip away. ‘Even if I am nervous about the answer.’

“I didn’t like them. They would beat me when I was chained down and took the opportunity to be rough with me when Master permitted them. To them, I am nothing but an animal.” You can hear the anger in her voice, “The first chance I got to sink my teeth into or rip them apart, I took it.” You thought the deaths had been unwarranted, but to hear that they were deserved only made you feel sad for her. ‘To live and be surrounded by no one who cares for you… people who only see you as an animal. It’s a miracle she even talks with me.’ That broke your heart.

“I’m so sorry, Vi.” You whisper, leaning forward, “You don’t deserve that at all.” Vi’s eyes drop down to her lap and back to your face a few times before you follow her gaze. You let out a squeak when you realize that your hand is on her knee. You jerk away as if you’ve been burned. Somehow, subconsciously, you had reached through the bars to comfort her.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to- I didn’t mean to do that.” You stutter out, worried that you upset her after what she had told you. You had experience with abuse survivors and knew that some didn’t like to be touched without permission. So, you decide to move away when Vi’s hand shoots out and grabs your wrist. You freeze, the abnormally tight grip around it warning you that moving won’t be smart. Your heartbeat picks up and you feel a blush rise to your face as Vi gives you the puppy eyes.

“Don’t go. Please.” Vi begs you, “I-I didn’t mind. Please. Please, do it again.”

“Are you sure…?” You breathe out, being in contact with her makes your head spin. You squeal as Vi pulls you by your wrist as if you were the tray at her feet. Your eyes go wide as she places your hand back on her knee and holds it there, “I’m sure.”

“Okay.” You nod absentmindedly, eyes trained on your hand, “I’ll keep my hand here until our time is up.” So that’s exactly what you do until the alarm goes off. Vi never removed her hand from yours until you were forced to leave. For a split second, you thought she frowned when you removed your hand but the expression was gone immediately. You thought about it on the way back to your office, feeling a bit dazed knowing you broke the rules because Vi begged you to. Her icy eyes flash into your mind making your breathing hitch. ‘Get yourself together! Am I… Am I seriously crushing on her? Already?!’ You groan and hit your head against your desk.

“Y/n.” You jolt in your chair at the sound of Singed’s voice. You turn to see him hovering in your doorway with a smile that unnerves you.

“Sir.” You nod at him, “What can I do for you?”

“You’re making amazing progress with Willow. Her tests have come back positive, so please continue to do whatever you’re doing. I might give you more leeway if you keep this up.” He says pleasantly and you try to push down the bitterness you’re feeling towards him.

“Ah, t-thank you! Actually, I have a question.” He nods at you to continue, “Can I bring Willow a treat other than the meat we give her? I’m curious as to how her body might react to it.” You carefully word your request. ‘Please buy it. Please buy it. Let me bring her some joy.’

“Sure, why not?” Singed muses, “As long as you keep producing results.”

You fall into your bed with a tired sigh, not even bothering to put on any clothes. You had spent the whole Sunday morning with Vi, purposefully getting up earlier than usual to have more time with her. Vi wasted no time and jumped at the chance to have physical contact with you. At the moment you were too surprised to really process your feelings about it, but now that you’re home… that’s all you can do. Especially after the bombshell she dropped on you.

You yelp as Vi grabs your wrist and pulls you up to the bars the moment you sit down. Instead of putting your hand on her knee, she laces your fingers together and rests them on her thigh. Speechless, you can only watch as Vi contentedly digs into her treat. The heat radiating from her hand is warmer than you’re used to and a reminder as to why the cages are so cold.

“I like holding your hand.” Vi mumbles, gently squeezing your hand. Her words trigger something in your mind and you bite your lip. ‘That’s something else Vi has said that’s uncharacteristic of someone who’s never interacted with the outside world.’

“Vi… I have a question about something that's been bothering me.” You say softly, tapping your fingers against the ground.

“What is it?” Her eyes flick to you, concern in them.

“You… talk to me like you understand what I’m saying, but from what I’ve been told… you’ve never been outside of the lab.” You swallow nervously when Vi fixes you with an intense stare, “Is… there something I should know?” Her grip on your hand tightens and the icy blue of her eyes goes colder.

“You can’t report this to Singed.” Vi says darkly, “I’m trusting you with this.” Your breathing hitches at those words and butterflies erupt in your chest. ‘Trusting me? She’s trusting me with something not even Singed knows?’

“I won’t. I promise.” You squeeze her hand and Vi lets out a long breath.

“I wasn’t born in this lab as they told you. I was human before this but Singed thinks I lost my memories as my father did. I didn’t say otherwise because I didn’t want them to be taken away.” Vi sighs, caressing your hand, “I didn’t want to forget who I am.”

“W-What?” You gasp, the world closing in on you, “So this whole time…” You trail off, too afraid to vocalize the truth.

“I’m not human anymore, but I did live in Zaun. The cage behind you? My father used to be there, but he’s gone now. I’m the only one.” The sadness in her voice makes your heart clench.

Tears gather in your eyes and you squeeze a pillow to your chest. You didn’t even know what to say to her after that. The fact that she used to be human made everything make sense, but it also made it scarier. ‘I knew Singed was fucked but this? This is… is a whole new level. Vi’s stuck in that cage and I’m the only one who even bothers to be nice to her.’ You groan in frustration. ‘I can’t get her out without Silco’s men raining down on me either.’ You shift your position in bed and try to sleep, but your mind has other ideas.

“Your scent is stronger than yesterday.” Vi tugs on your arm as if to pull you closer, “I really love it. It makes me feel warm.”

“I make you feel warm?” You tilt your head.

“You always have, but now that I can smell you, I feel like I can’t get enough.” Vi stares into your eyes, “You’re a welcome change from everything. I like having you around. I want you around more.”

“I like being around you, too. It makes me happy to hear that you like my company.” You shake your intertwined hands, “But, I can’t leave my business all the time. I can come earlier instead.”

“Please do.” Vi hums, “It’s nice to have someone beautiful to look at.” She hands you a cookie from her tray.

“Are you flirting with me?” You question, amused. This wasn’t the first time she complimented you, but she's progressively gotten more direct with them. You didn’t want to assume she's been flirting, but knowing she was human makes it obvious. Vi gives you a cheeky smile and brushes her lips over the back of your hand. It tingles where her lips touch you.

“Do you want me to flirt with you?” She bats her lashes innocently.

“I- No.” You huff, desperately trying to hold back a blush.

“You hesitated.” Vi points out mischievously, “I know you like me, Y/n. I don't need to smell it to know. You’re not very good at hiding it.”

“It’s my job to observe you.” You playfully scoff, looking away from her, “I stare at you every day.”

“I don’t think that requires staring at my lips.” She chuckles, “But that’s okay, I stare at yours, too. I wonder if you’re a good kisser.” You choke on your cookie.

You put a pillow over your head as your face heats up. You didn’t want to acknowledge your rapidly developing crush on the werewolf. Nope, acknowledging it would only make it worse, but you couldn’t deny it. There would be no more running from it. It didn’t help that Vi seems to be thrilled about it.

“Vi, I brought you a different kind of treat today!” You say with barely concealed excitement, “I hope you don’t mind!” You stopped at the bakery in Piltover and picked up a variety of brownies for her to try. They were a new dessert that you loved. Your conversation last week reminded you that she hasn’t had anything outside of this building since she got here. You were determined to introduce her to new things as long as Singed let you… and if he didn’t, then you’d sneak it in.

You pause when you don’t see Vi waiting for you like she usually does. Your eyes immediately dart into the dark half of the room and you nervously adjust your grip on the tray.

“Vi?” You call nervously, listening for an indication that she’s there. You bite your lip when you remember that she went through more tests yesterday. ‘Could she be hurt? Is she okay? What if something went wrong and she’s not okay?’ Your anxiety rises and you place the tray of cupcakes on the floor, “Vi? Vi, are you okay?” You grip the bars in worry, still trying to see into the dark. When no response comes, you run down the hallway as you try to stop yourself from panicking. ‘Singed keeps the keys somewhere in his office, so they must be on his desk, right?’ You open the door to Singed’s office and immediately start digging through his desk drawer. It was covered in papers and notebooks but none of that was of interest to you. You find the keys to Vi’s cage and yank them out of the drawer. You sprint back to Vi’s cage, shouting her name as you do in hopes that she replies. There’s no response again, and you curse, jamming the keys into the lock with shaky hands.

“Vi? I’m coming in.” You announce as the lock clicks. You’re breaking every rule by doing this, but your concern for her won over any other thoughts. Your hands shake as you walk inside. ‘Why isn’t she answering me? If she was sleeping, my shouting would’ve woken her up. Gods, shouldn’t I be more worried for my own life?’ You were afraid. Not of Vi, but of the thought that something could have happened to her.

“Vi?” You whisper, taking a few more steps forward. A flash of pink streaks out of the darkness and across your vision making you recoil in shock.

“I never thought I could get you into here.” Vi’s awed voice comes from behind you, sounding deeper than normal, “Yet here you are… standing in front of me with no bars between us. All it took was being silent.” Your stomach drops as you whirl around. ‘How did she get behind me so fast?!’ You see nothing but empty space and it only makes your pulse race harder.

“You tricked me… to get me in here?” You shakily ask for clarification. You hear Vi hum from behind you and it makes a shiver go down your spine.

“I’ve been thinking about you all week. Your voice, your body, your scent, even the way you cover your smile when you laugh or blush.” Vi croons, “Last night, all I could think about was how nice your hand felt in mine. I wanted to know how you’d feel in my arms… so yes, I tricked you to get you in here. I’m sorry for scaring you, but I knew you wouldn’t come in if I asked.” Your mind takes that confession and runs with it, already fantasizing about being in her arms. It’s something you’ve thought about in passing, but having her admit those thoughts? That made you feel hot.

“You don’t know that.” You turn around, only to stare into the inky blackness, “I could have done it on my own. I’ve already broken most of the rules for you.”

“Mmm, yes. Yes, I do. You’re a very sweet girl, almost too sweet for the Undercity. Sitting over the line and letting me hold your hand is one thing, but being within my reach is another.” Her voice travels around the room, but when you look she’s gone, “I can smell your fear right now and I don’t like it. It taints your delightful scent. You’re not scared of me when we’re separated.”

“I was afraid that you were hurt. That’s why I came running in here.” You cross your arms, “I should be angry that you tricked me, but all I want to know is if you’re okay or not.”

“I’m fine. Don’t worry your pretty little head, cupcake.” Vi snorts.

“Then why won’t you let me see you? You keep moving away.” You huff, “I don’t think you intentionally tricked me with the way you’re acting.” Vi doesn’t respond but you hear her sigh. You turn in that direction, facing the darkness once again to see a silhouette step into the light. You stop breathing, eyes widening as you take a step back in surprise. Towering above you is a creature you can only assume to be Vi in her werewolf form. Dark reddish-pink fur covers the creature with a face that would’ve belonged to a wolf… if it weren’t for the human-like body accompanying it. But it’s the thick, rippling muscle and wicked claws that draw your attention. This was a creature that could kill you with no issues. You part your lips to say something, but nothing comes out. All you can do is stare as Vi stalks around you with her eyes trained on your form.

“Nothing to say?” Vi chuckles bitterly, “I knew if I showed you this form, you’d want to leave.” You couldn’t believe what she was saying. You didn’t want to leave her. You weren’t even scared of her.

“That’s-” You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, “That’s not why I’m speechless, Vi.”

“Then what is it?” Vi growls out and your heartbeat picks up. ‘I wonder how my name would sound coming out like that…’

“I… find you to be utterly stunning.” You say sincerely, slowly walking to her, “You’re still my Vi. You just look different, is all.” You pause, realizing what you said. ‘MY VI?! WHY WOULD I SAY THAT?’ You shriek to yourself. There’s no warning, not even an indication before Vi lunges at you. You let out a startled scream, instinctively covering your face when your brain processes the movement. You grunt as your body hits the ground and you try to catch your breath as it’s knocked out of you. ‘I didn’t see that coming.’ You gasp for breath as Vi pins you to the ground, an unreadable expression in her eyes.

“Say that again!” Vi demands, shoving her snout into your face.

“W-What?” You wheeze, “Say what?” You were thrown off by what just happened, making your mind foggy.

“What you just said! Say it again!” Vi snarls.

“That I think you’re stunning?” You furrow your brow.

“No, the other thing!” Vi whines desperately and that clears the fog from your mind. ‘Oh, Gods, that was hot.’ You groan internally, heat flooding through your body. ‘Now is not the time to be turned on.’ You scold yourself as Vi takes a deep breath.

“I said… that you’re still my Vi?” You say uncertainly. ‘I didn’t mean to say that. It… just came out.’ You yelp as Vi lets out a happy yip, nuzzling your neck as she does so. Your whole body freezes at the action, feeling her hot breath against your neck. You close your eyes begging the Gods to get this werewolf off of you. You were turned on and lying underneath her. ‘Please don’t let her notice. Please.’

“Again!” Vi demands, tightening her grip on you.

“You’re still my Vi.” You repeat for her, earning you a sharp nip on the neck. You yelp as Vi lets out a pleased rumble before backing off of you. You had a moment to exhale in relief before you were lifted from the ground and tossed over her shoulder.

“Vi?!” You squeal, gripping onto her soft fur as she walks into the darkness. Your eyes adjust to the lack of light and you realize it’s not hard to see when you’re over here.

“Y/n.” Vi rumbles, her claws gently scraping against your inner thigh.

“Um…” The words flee from you as your mind focuses on that. The tip of her claws against the sensitive flesh only makes your clit ache with need. Vi chuckles, lifting you off of her shoulder and gently placing you down on her nest of blankets. She curls around you, resting her head on your lap with a sigh. Hesitantly, you rest your hand on her head and run your fingers through her fur. You try not to acknowledge the ache coming from your lower body.

“I wouldn’t hurt you, you know.” Vi mutters, “I like you too much to allow myself to.”

“I trust you not to.” You say softly, “I don’t believe you’re the monster they make you out to be.” It didn’t matter what form Vi was in, you cared about her. In your eyes, she wasn’t a monster, and laying here with her made you realize that you’ve fallen in love with her. The cooling arousal was something new - that you hope she didn’t notice - and you’ll have to do a lot of thinking when you get home.

Vi nudged Y/n awake when she felt the vibrations coming from her watch. She was too thrilled at having Y/n in her arms to fall asleep herself. From the moment she laid her eyes on the new assistant, Vi knew that she was in trouble. Everything about her made Vi feel like she had plummeted into the river and wasn’t that a new feeling? Y/n made Vi happy. More than that, she made Vi feel like there was something worth this miserable existence. As a human, she could have protected Y/n with her fists, but as a werewolf, she can do more.

Vi watched her leave in a hurry, picking up the keys from the floor and locking the cage behind her. With a whispered goodbye, Y/n vanished from her sight but not from her other senses. Vi could hear her moving around and still smell the delicious scent wafting off of her. That very scent was driving her out of her mind. Now that she can pick it up, it made Vi want to go positively feral, especially earlier in the cage when it took on a spicy note. She had to do everything she could to keep herself from commenting on it or even acting on it. Placing Y/n in her bed had eased the reaction, but it made Vi feel more territorial than she planned.

Vi found something irresistible about Y/n and it kept her spinning through Vi’s mind. Day in and day out, Y/n was all she thought of outside of her old memories. Being stuck in her werewolf form robbed her of the chance to kiss her, but Vi knew that she’d get another opportunity. ‘Y/n had called me hers.’ Vi rumbles happily. It was relieving to know that she hadn’t been hallucinating Y/n’s attraction to her. Vi didn’t know what she would have done if that wasn’t true. Y/n was so gentle with her that Vi spent the first few weeks crying about it, and she didn’t want to lose her.

“Ah, Y/n. I see you have finished writing up your report for the day.” Singed’s voice sounds.

“Yes, Willow wasn’t very talkative with me at first, but we managed to get through it. She… was in her werewolf form. Was that supposed to happen?”

“A side effect of one of the tests we run. Normally we do that one first so she’s back to her human form when you come, but complications made it last.”

“Okay, that’s good to know. I was given quite the fright when I saw her.”

“I can only imagine. How… did you feel when you saw Willow’s other form?” Singed’s tone makes Vi feel a bit suspicious of him, he seemed too interested in that question.

“Quite stunned, if I’m honest. She looked magnificent. I consider myself lucky I got to see her in a non-hostile state.” That stroked Vi’s ego a bit and she couldn’t keep a dopey smile off her muzzle, “Although, I’m sure she is just as magnificent when fighting.”

“Indeed she is. Now, I must get to work but keep it up. Willow’s results this past week were through the roof. You’re doing a splendid job.” Vi closed her eyes as she heard you change out of your clothes. ‘I wonder what she looks like underneath all of that.’ She wonders, the memory of that spicy undertone popping into her mind and making her growl in displeasure. She wanted to smell that again, but she wasn’t sure what emotional reaction it was. It wasn’t her usual ones. ‘I guess I’ll have to figure it out.’

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