#sy x fem!reader

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 23: Water Play

Filthy Little Peach

Summary:  Sy has a new toy for you

Pairings:  Captain Syverson X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, toy play, D/s dynamics, choking, slapping, degradation, cock worship, temperature play, sex denial, overstimulation, mentions of somnophilia, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  650

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“Peach, I’m home,” Sy’s large body walks into the house, and you struggle to right yourself.  Pulling down his shirt, and you stuff that toy in the drawer.  Jogging out to meet him at the bedroom door.  “Why are you breathing so hard?”

“I’m not,” you try to steady your breathing, and he looks over to the bed.  It was made, but there was now a bit of disarray.  “You’re home early,” yeah, you know that was a pitiful attempt at hiding how breathless you were.

His hand cups your mound quickly, and he tilts his head, “Oh, Peach.  Why are you so fucking wet?”

“I knew you were coming home.  My pussy always gets ready for you.”

“You were playing with yourself, weren’t you?

”“No, Captain, I wasn’t.”

He backs your body up to the dresser on his side of the bed, and opens up the toy drawer.  Pulling out your favorite toy, and he holds it up for you.  “Why is this so wet, and it smells, just like you?”

“I was horny, Sy!  I need to be fucked!  Please, just fuck me!”

His hand wraps around your neck, and he pushes you into the bathroom.  The power he has physically, but also has over you making a fresh flood go right to your sex, it was intoxicating.  “Why…where are you taking me?”

“Get undressed,” all you lack is pulling off his shirt, and when you do, he gives your tits, and pussy a few slaps.  “Since my wife likes playing with toys, I got a new one for you.”

“Sy, I want your cock!”

“And I told you that if you were going to play with yourself, I wanted a fucking video call or photo every time you need to get off, and I didn’t get that.  Now, get in the fucking tub,” his voice was low and gravelly, and even that makes your pussy quiver.  “Go on.  I’ll let something new stimulate that pretty clit.”

You sit into the tub, while Sy reaches into one of the cabinets, bringing out his new toy for you.  He enjoyed making you weak before he fucked you.  It was a pleasuring torture, but today, you just wanted that thick cock.  “Uh-uh, spread your legs.  I want to see that dirty filthy little cunt.”

He ties the new toy to the water spout, and turns on the water.  Pulling your body down, until the water flows over your cunt.  Your eyes roll in the back of your head, because it truly felt amazing.  The water is soft and yet still beating hum on your bundle of nerves.  He turns the temperature of the water cooler, and you whine at the change.  Leaning back on your elbows, your hips thrust you into the tiny waterfall.  Turning the temperature back up, your head tilts to the side.  And Sy stares lovingly at your cunt.  Your voice mewls out his name, because it’s him you really want.  “Cum,” he growls, putting the water on full speed.  

“Ahh!  Ahh!  S-s-s-Sy!” Had you not been in the water, you’re sure you would have made a mess.  Your hand goes to grasp his arm, but he pushes it back in the water.  “Sy!  I came, I want you now.”

“Fucking is a reward, and you haven’t been good.  Now I’m going to make you cum in this bathtub until you pass out.  And then, you’ll get my thick cock.  But you’ll be so blissed out, you won’t even feel me.  And I’m going to fuck you so good.  Choke you, just how you like.”

“Sy, please, don’t.”

“Oh yes.  And maybe next time, you’ll listen to one simple rule.  Is it that hard?  Or have I fucked you that stupid?”

“You have.”

“Don’t butter me up, Peach.  You’ve been a bad girl.  I’ll fuck you into the mattress, and all that will remain is how fucking sore you’re going to be.”

“You’re mean.”

“And you’re so bad.  My filthy little Peach.  Now, lean back and let me enjoy watching this magnificent cunt.  You’re ruining my view.”

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[midoriima]

THIS DYNAMIC BUT WITH SHIRATORIZAWA x toned & tall! reader (initially fem!r but it can also be gn! or male!)

general story: we all know they don't need no such thing as "protection" from whatever that may be because they already intimidate people around them. but with you, you see the need to do so. they don't understand why but they're happy you're looking out for them too. until you're out beating everyone's asses if they talk shit about them/plan to do smth to them left and right and eventually tarnishing your reputation and eventually everyone sees you as a delinquent.

ushijima blinks at hearing the whole story from your friend. because you did what? you almost had someone end up at the hospital because they were talking shit about him, saying he wasn't all that, and that maybe they could sabotage him in some way?? he is dumbfounded and could only sigh (tho he did call you a dumbass in his head). your friend frowns cos no way he just sighed like this was an everyday occurence??

well, to be fair, some dunces were trying to bully tendou. it was only right that you kicked them where the sun didn't shine. some guy also yelled smth about how they wouldn't be able to have children if you put more force into that kick but you couldn't care less. tendou winced and is shaken at the whole ordeal while you happily grabbed his hand and offered to buy whatever food/snacks he wanted as an apology for having seen that.

semi was just trying to show you a new song he learned to play on his guitar in the band room. when someone started saying backhanded things to him, he looked uncomfortable and the vibe in the room wasn't good. it went on as subtle insults until the meaning behind them were clear so with a tambourine, you wacked the side of their face, ending with a clinking sound and a thud. unfortunately you didn't kill them but you were left with a panicked semi.

since the coach was out, reon and you decided to mess around instead of kicking his ass to go back to practise. doing stuff ranging from taking weird pics or funny candids of each other to flaunting your muscles to see whose were better and decided to test each other's strength. of course you won (over the course of many rounds). nobody said a thing and really only just praised you until someone snickered at reon but like in a bad way so that's how your fist ended up in their face.

yamagata's a short king okay. of courseee he needs protecting /j. he's not that short + he doesn't necessarily but he does joke around about you being his bodyguard and stuff cos you're significantly taller than him and you're visibly toned. he vibes with basically anyone and with the addition of you, nobody tries to mess with him. you're an intimidating presence so unfortunately you don't get to throw your fists to anybody's faces with him.

shirabu has pride in you. he screams, "go get 'em!!" to you at people he does not like and is entertained at the sight of them having their ass handed back to them, he even laughs and smiles like it's a movie. this isn't limited to anyone, it's literally for everyone who pisses him off and when they show clear discontent when they're with him. of course he does remind you to calm down... sometimes.

kawanishi would look so done with you but is also flustered with you looking out him. he feels so special when you callout people on their bs or when they're clearly making him uncomfortable. but alike shirabu, he does watch the whole thing unfold with a smirk and giggles from time to time when they think they could mess with you.

the first time someone talked down on goshiki, you didn't take more than a second to return that attitude with a little (you mean a lot of) force. he was so stunned and his heart was beating so fast at how attractive you looked doing it but also because he felt panicked and started overthinking that he thought he was going to have to go to juvie for being an "accomplice". you reassured him it was nothing before dashing because teachers were rushing towards the scene, ready to reprimand you two.

#(sy - 物語) #content: toned & tall! fem! (could also be gn! or male!) reader - strong language - violence #this dynamic but w a little twist ig?? #character/s: #ushijima #tendou #semi #reon #yamagata #shirabu #kawanishi #goshiki #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #shiratorizawa headcanons #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!!

[dadyscumslutprincess20]

Helloo! I was wondering if you could do a hysun su smut (I love him so much😔) one where we are eun hyuk’s sister and we are secretly with hysun su and the others don’t know cause eun hyuk is and eun yoo are very protective of us since we are the little sister? Very specific sorry LMAOO😭

Cha Hyun Su x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warning ⚠️: Vaginal sex , Fingering , rough sex, Sneaky sex , name calling

Small summary : You met Hyun su when you were heading up to the roof , not paying much attention as you were to busy texting your big sister Eun yu , she told you to come up to hang with her since she didn’t hang with Eun Hyuk , as you were walking you ended up bumping into a tall male figure , catching your phone before it could hit to ground , as you quickly give the guy a quick sorry , your body soon becoming stiff as your eyes become mesmerized , soon after you and Hyun su started to hang out which lead to you soon dating , during the apocalypse you would seek off to see Hyun su when everyone was asleep

It was around midnight or so , you didn’t really know but you knew that everyone would be asleep , slowly getting out of your sleeping mat as you quickly but quietly stand to your feet , turning your head left and right as your eyes scan around the quiet room

Everyone was asleep, letting out a small sigh of relief as you slowly crept past both your brother and sister sleeping figures , your body coming to a complete stop as you see Eun Hyuk turn over to his side back now facing you as you let a small shaky breath , slowly reaching under his pillow as you grab a hold of the keys from beneath it as you quickly head towards the door

Taking the last few steps towards the rooms door as you quickly open the door closing it silently behind you , turning down the hall as you quickly head towards the room your brother kept Hyun su in

You hated to see him locked up , you didn’t like how your brother , Eun Hyuk would treat him as if he were a animal, always keeping him caged up unless him wanted to use him for something

Then there was your sister , Eun Yu , since no one knew about your relationship, she had her moments where she would stare at him without him noticing , how she would become nervous when ever he had a mission, Hyun su may have never noticed but you .. YOU DID , and it pissed you off at times

Shaking the thought out of your head as you let out a small sigh turning down the hall as you walk towards the end of the hall coming to a complete stop as you turn to your left as you come face to face with a caged door

Using the key that you held in your hand as you make sure to check your surroundings before putting the key in the lock turning it slightly to the right as you hear a slight clicking noise , making sure the coast was clear once more before slowly pushing open the door as you head inside the room closing the door behind you

Once you closed the door as you face inside the dark room , the moon light peeking through the dirty window as it had small smudges that allowed the moon light through

Stepping further into the dark room as your eyes start to slowly adjust to the darkness , coming to a stop once you were in the middle of the room , looking around the large room as you didn’t notice Hyun Su’s figure

Opening your mouth to call out for Hyun su but before you could say anything you feel a presence behind you causing your breathe to be caught in your throat as you feel a slight shiver run down your spine

In seconds you feel strong arms wrap around your waist as you soon become relaxed realizing the familiar scent as Hyun Su’s as you slowly turn to face Hyun su as you stare in his brown eyes, becoming confused as you see his eyes filled with lust

Letting out a small gasp as you feel his strong arms pick up your small figure within seconds, slowly walking for his small make shift bed as his places you down eyes never leaving yours , slowly leaning in as his lips slowly connect with yours

Lips slowly moving in sync as he removes a hand from your legs slowly running it up your bare legs as his hand moves up your school skirt , stoping at your slight soaked panties as Hyun su lets out a soft groan in the kiss

Using one of his fingers to move your soaked panties to the side causing you to let out a muffled moan as you feel the cold air come in contact with your soaked and bare cunt , using his same finger as he starts to play with your wet fluids for a few seconds before pushing his finger past your wet fluid’s slowly entering your needing hole , pulling away from the kiss as you let out a loud gasp eyes locked on Hyun su

“So wet for us” Hyun su says as he looks down at your soaked pussy

Watching as Hyun su slowly looks up at you causing your body to shiver as you feel your cunt tighten around Hyun Su’s fingers .. his eyes were pitch black as he looked at you with a crazied look

Without giving you enough time to process what was going on as Hyun su’s finger starts to move in and out of your soaked pussy at a fast pace causing you to let out a moan as you keep your eyes locked on his only causing him at add another finger as he picks up his pace

“H-Hyun su” you moan out loud quickly covering your mouth with one of your hands as the other grips at Hyun su’s small blanket , eyes never leaving Hyun Su’s

Watching Hyun Su’s head slowly moves to your thigh licking a long trail up your bare thigh stoping once he was at your inner thigh as he slowly moves to your cunt , as he smiles with amusement

Slowly moving his head towards your dripping pussy as he start to give your clit slow and soft kitty licks as you let out a gasp hand never moving your mouth as your back arch’s off the bed

After a few licks he violently starts to suck at your clit as you let out a moan , your free hand moving towards Hyun su’s hair as you grip tightened slightly pulling him closer as you feel the vibrations of his laugh against your clit causing your mind to go a bit fuzzy

As you tried your hardest not to make much noise to afraid your brother and sister would hear , as Hyu su continues to suck at your clit as his finger violently attack your soaked pussy as you soon start to feel a knot form in the pit of your stomach, using all your strength as you try to push Hyun su away only causing him to hold on your hip tightly with his free hand

After a few seconds you feel your self cum over Hyun Su’s fingers as he slowly pulls away from your soaked cunt , his lower face now covered in your juices as he shows off a insane smile , as you try to come down from your high not noticing as Hyun su quickly pulls down his sweat pants along with his boxers

His cock standing tall as he grabs your thighs pulling your body closer as he climbs on top of you , looking deep in your eyes as you let put a gasp

Letting out a soft moan as you feel Hyun su push his harden cock in side your soaked pussy , once Hyun su was inside your soles cunt he quickly starts to go at a fast past causing you to let out a loud moan

Completely forgetting that your brother or sister may hear you since Hyun su room wasn’t far from the sleeping are for the others , as you feel Hyun su thrust become deeper causing your mind to become fuzzy as your eyes starts to roll to the back of your head

“Shh, you don’t want to wake your brother or sister right..” Hyun su says in a taunting voice as he lets out a low groan as he feels you tighten around his cock

“Oh you like that idea you dirty whore” Hyun su says as he starts to pick up his pace going at a inhuman speed as you feel a knot forming in your stomach for the second time

“C-c-cummin” you managed to moan out as your arms wrap around Hyun su pulling his body closer to yours as his thrust became deeper than before

After a few more deep strokes your felt the knot in your stomach snap as feel your self cream over Hyun Su’s hardened cock but Hyun su didn’t stop causing you to let out a loud moan

As Hyun su unwraps your arms from his neck putting them over your head as he holds them in place with one hand causing your eyes to widen a bit as you try to get your arms loose , letting out a deep chuckle as Hyun su starts to pick up his pace as you start to scratch at his hand as your eyes start to water hot tears running down your cheeks

“N-no m-more H-Hyun su” You moan out as your back arch’s off the bed

“Just take it , yah” Hyun su groans out as his pitch black eyes stare down at your crying face letting out a soft chuckle

After a few more violent strokes you felt the familiar feeling in your stomach as you feel Hyun su cock twitch inside your soaked cunt causing you to tighten around his cock , after a few more thrust your both came as you let out a loud moan

“Seriously, my baby sister”

As hYun su quickly gets off you, you quickly grabbing the blanket to hold up to shield both you and Hyun su half naked forms , as your both look towards the door

…It was a angry Eun Hyuk

#black reader #fem reader #female reader #sweet home #sweet home 2 #sweet home imagines #smut #x reader #sweet home x reader #cha hyun soo #cha hyun su x reader #cha hyunsu #sweethomefanfic #sweet home fanfic #netflix

[boizandgurlzinthehouse]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄.

pairing: coriolanus snow x toxic!fem!reader

summary: someone always throw a spanner in her works, to achieve her biggest dream —being coriolanus’ lover, wife and claiming power. luckily, y/n is not on the loser side when it comes to playing. 

trigger warnings (overall): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader’s family is a bit fucked up, reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, blood, violence, killing people, hunger games stuff, i just love volumnia gaul, reader hates lucy gray and everybody who’s around coriolanus, mental health problems mentioned such as psychotism, domestic violence mentioned, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies. 

trigger warnings (in this part): mastermind!reader, toxic!reader (for real, she’s doing nasty things), reader is obsessed with coriolanus snow, lying, swearing, drugs, mention of sexual fantasies, wet dreams, screaming out from anger, hate speech, hate-thoughts.

prologue. part 1.

her nose bleed. 

looking into the mirror, everybody could wonder that it didn't break from the look on y/n’s face. nosebleeding happened a lot of the time with her, her brother,  joked like “this is what happens when even your blood can’t stay near your thoughts.” well, only if he knew that sometimes, it was true. 

standing up, blasting the vases and the dolls she had on her shelf with a scream, everything fell down to the floor, broken into pieces, some of it cutting up her foot. still screaming, crouching to the ground, tearing out the pages of the old plan, she split her stupidity into litter. her whole body shook as she drew out the white powder she got from festus, spreading some on the edge of her thumb, sniffing it up. waiting until the calming feeling crawled in her blood to his brain and every little corner of her body, she felt full for a moment. her whole body shook as she stood up, stepping over the shards and thorns of her vases, her dolls and her roses. stomping over a doll with black hair, sy/n sat back to the dressing table. swiping the mascara off her face, then her lipstick, with baggy eyes, smeared makeup, with the eyes of a madwoman, her lips like she just ate something raw, her blood mixing with black and red, she wanted to tear up that bitch. 

but let’s not be so fast. let’s begin with the first things and signs, the signs that got y/n in this state. 

to begin with the good news, clemensia finally got out of the picture. y/n began the day at volumnia gaul, as she wrote in y/n’s response letter that she should be there tomorrow morning, so she can begin as soon as it’s possible. wearing her best clothes, she stood at nine am before the doctor’s doors. drinking a tea with her, y/n only saw only now how intimidating she looked –one of her, the ice blue one, came from the devil itself. 

“i’m not gonna lie miss y/l/n, but when i saw your application letter on my desk, i was surprised.” 

“how so? i mean, dr. gaul, i knew only the best biologists and scientists work for you, and i wanted to be one of them.” 

“really? oh, yeah, i remember about your assignment, dear. tell me, when you wrote those words and sentences, did you already think about working at the game?” 

“i mean… dr. gaul, please don’t get it wrong, i’m not really interested in the outcome of the games. twenty three people die anyway, and it’s not the maker’s task to make the games more interesting. that task is for the marketing section. i only want to see how venom can be planted.” 

“is the littlest, sweetest child of cyril y/l/n interested in venom?” 

“venom can be useful in so many ways. it can heal, and it can make things more interesting. it can make a single dinner turn into a full-night drama.” 

volumnia looked at y/n, then began to giggle. y/n never felt something like before; it crawled down into her veins, just like the drugs she used, scratching her brain, just like the day of the graduation. 

“miss y/l/n, i’m sure you have some ideas. and it’s not only about mono– and dicotyledons. come with me, let me show you something.” 

their heels clicked on the floor as the biologists looked at a big glass-cage in front them. at first she didn’t even realize what she saw, only a million scales crawling into each other, different metallic colors in every shade of the rainbow, never stopping, always slowly moving pressed to each other like shiny, long bowels. it was a glass cage, full of snakes. but what’s so special about it?

“they are venomous.” could dr. gaul read her mind? “it’s my newest invention. these snakes can poorly see or hear, but have better smell than any dog, and much more venom than any of their natural kindreds.” stepping closer, y/n placed her hand on the glass. only one knock, and they both could be dead at this very moment. 

“it’s truly amazing, dr. gaul.” she answered. 

as one of dr. gaul’s assistants led her around after her lunch –everybody wore white clothes, some of them had masks on their face–, in the early afternoon, coriolanus and clemensia came in. speaking of the devil, she was sitting at one of the tables in the big, white hall full of canned animals and organs, running through papers and listing the books she had to read as he stepped in. y/n completely forgot about the annoying girl beside her, thinking about their date, she sprayed a little perfume on herself when she saw them coming closer. at night, y/n had first so-called wet dream –she attended a sleepover at arachne’s house twice, and they were talking about these kinds of dreams, when girls dreamed about their ‘crush’. why call it ‘crush’ when you can call it lover? sooner or later, if you’re tenacious enough, they’re gonna be your lover. or was it just y/n? anyway, she knew what sex was and that it was good (although she never did it), but it was strange to wake up feeling hot like having a fever. feeling that her underwear was sticky, at first she thought that she had her period, but looking at it –nothing. she wasn’t a daydreamer, but when she thought back to the dream, reaching for coriolanus as he hovered ove her from above, holding his big hand, caging hers as he kept his other hand at the back of her neck, long fingers digging into the nape of her hair, stroking it with each jolt, burying his face into her neck, giving out grunts like an animal, moving his hips into hers while y/n held onto his broad, sculpted shoulders– it was a little bit weird that her mind wasn’t focused. she was… wandering. how weird! 

“hey, y/n, you already here?” clemensia asked her, making her look up from the paper. stilted smile, wide eyes, looking like she was ready to get all the credit from coriolanus for herself… yeah, she’s still a certified, annoying bitch. 

“hello, y/n.” corio said, making her look at him with a slight smile. just like she always did. 

“hi to you too. yes, well, seems like dr. gaul isn’t a procrastinator. she’s really a professional.”

“aren’t you scared to work between stuff like this? these glasses are creeping me out…” clemensia muttered. these things are hiding in you too, honey. sadly, the brain is missing, maybe in you too. 

“no, i’m not. it’s rather interesting, biology and science are the future.” 

before they could speak any further, volumnia appeared. 

“i see you two just found your little friend, already on the front.” 

“yes, and we are so happy about it.” said clemensia, dr. gaul bidded y/n to go with them. of course you are happy, connections are everything. y/n couldn’t decide if clemensia really was this bootlicker by her nature, or that his father was in trouble. 

“miss y/l/n already have seen my newest, beautiful babies, but i want you to see them too.”

“is there a point to a color?” clemensia asked as they stepped up on the stairs before y/n. 

“there’s a point to everything, miss devcoat, or to nothing at all… which brings me to your proposal.” dr. gaul answered, leaning with one arm on the cage. “which one of you actually wrote it?” 

looking at the snake cage, knowing the snakes had really good smelling affinitions, dr. gaul’s question… did she doubt it, too? sure there were cameras on the reception, and as coriolanus told her, he handed in the paper. did she doubt it? no. she knew that it was not her. after clemensia’s little speech, y/n slightly smirked, but when coriolanus looked back at her, she reassuringly smiled. 

“...so miss devcoat, reach in it for us, won’t you? so we might all consider your inspired ideas. don’t worry, my little predators are perfectly docile with those who they know they can trust. so if they’re used to your scent, if you’ll handle their food, for example… or if they’ve inhaled the sweat of your palm on a page.” 

the fear on clemensia’s face was satisfying. of course, y/n didn’t want her to die, she wasn’t a savage, but she needed to learn her lessons. and when she got bitten in a sudden moment, falling down… y/n almost couldn’t contain the honest smile on her face. coriolanus of course, was scared about what happened to her, and she tried to act like it, too. 

“miss y/l/n read about them this morning, surely she can say something about what this was.” dr. gaul said, making coriolanus turn to her. 

“i think that this is just the natural selection of humanity. i wouldn’t think that clemensia lied, but… these snakes proved it. by scent, of course, but judging and deciding is in every creature on this planet. they just went against it.” 

“mr. snow, your dear friend sees it right. and god, your suggestions! i will recommend my team implement as many as possible tomorrow, spread it in front of my team.” however, coriolanus didn’t seem eased. 

“will she die?” 

“the pleasure in breaking ground in one’s research as one gets to find it out. you better keep miss dovecote’s faith between us. i don’t think her mother would be happy to learn how her daughter was caught in a sudden… flu.” coriolanus looked at y/n. she furrowed her eyebrows, but knew that dr. gaul wasn’t one to fuck with. but one was out from her list, if she goes with speed like that, she can bid her problems really soon goodbye.

eating lunch together again, coriolanus suddenly held her hand. although it made her excited, his face contained the same worry he had when he saw clemensia. 

“y/n, you are one of her workers now. dr. gaul is… i have some precautions with her, did you see what she did with clemensia?” 

y/n nodded, stroking his hand with her thumb. 

“corio, dear, dr. gaul did that because she knew you were the one who wrote all those proposals and ideas. she just couldn’t stand the unfairness.” 

“i know, but she could have done it in a more gentle way, couldn’t she?” 

“she could, of course. dr. gaul just wanted her to learn a lesson, she was always on your back, coriolanus. i feel really sorry about her” no, of course i’m not. “, but you need to cut off the people who don't help you by their true being. i think casca highbottom’s goal was also this, for all of you to realize these things.” was it emotional and logical enough? she really hoped, and she eased up when coriolanus’ eyes lit up. 

“you are right, y/n. i’m grateful to you for telling me the truth.” 

“i’m never telling the truth, i am not a judge. or, only the times when it’s time. i’m just saying my thoughts as an outsider.”

“you may be an outsider by the games, but you’ll never be one in my life. thank you so much.” 

“i’m always happy to hear your thoughts, corio.” enough from the bullshit, let’s get to the more important stuff. “by the way, the date… how am i supposed to dress? our chauffeur can drive us anywhere, i talked with my father and he can go with his administrative car, so…”

“i want to bring you to a little restaurant, where i ate with my family when i was a child. it’s not big, but i really hope you will like it. and you can wear anything you want, i’m not gonna be disappointed.” 

y/n wanted to kiss him. so bad, to seal their whole life forever. despite that fact and her wants, she brushed one of her locks behind her ear. 

“thank you, corio. i just want it to be perfect.” 

after lunch, standing up, as y/n guided him out, he held her hand. 

“what will you do for the rest of the day?” she asked coriolanus, hoping they can be together for more time than just a simple lunch. if the date goes well, and it will go well, will they have little, secret dates together? will he come for her family’s dinner? it was mandatory always in her family, and he didn’t need to be introduced, but still, it was tradition. 

“i’m going to see if lucy gray is okay in the zoo. tomorrow we are planning on getting them food, would you go with me? the others will be there as well, and i’d like to introduce you to her.” 

really? well, it can happen, only if the media isn’t there. but it will, because these actions are making history right now. and if y/n is on the side of coriolanus, it can help him. her family, mainly her father will make her a joke, but he was so cynical that it didn’t matter. and this way, she can check that lucy gray for herself. 

“i’ll go with you, of course! it’s a wonderful idea.” she grabbed into his arms as they stepped out on the gates. she needed to go back of course, but she didn’t mind. 

“thank you, y/n. after that, be there at the restaurant at seven in the evening.” 

“i can’t wait for it, corio.” she smiled, looking up at him. brushing her hair, coriolanus bent down to kiss her cheek. it needed such a little move of her head to catch his lips, but she contained herself. today’s sacrifices are for tomorrow’s prizes. his lips were perfect, of course, including her dream from yesterday’s night, she held onto his arm to stroke it. 

“then tomorrow, y/n. take care of yourself, okay?” 

“just as always, please do the same, dear.” she muttered, making him smile. to kiss his lips, to dig her fingers into his hair, to lay into his arms as they watched that the majority of the votes called to him on the election of the presidency of panem… having dreams like this was the cause she didn’t get medicine through her veins. 

well, maybe they needed it after the tv-show at night. laying on her bed as usual, smoking a cigarette while reading, thinking about the outfit she could wear tomorrow night, her sister knocked on her door. 

“can i come in, y/n?” stubbing the butt of the cigarette, she stood up to open the door. as she laid back, morphia sat on her bed, putting her hand on her sister’s leg. “what’s up with you, little sister?” 

“dr. gaul accepted my application, so i spent the day with her in her office. and you? how is the wedding?” 

“well, i chose the taste of the cake yesterday, then spent the night with my old colleagues, the ones who i don’t invite to my wedding. it’s a shame, i know, but i only want my loved ones on my biggest, happiest day. and today, i spoke with timothé who said that the place by the hills is reserved, so we can have it to yourselves. it’s gonna be truly beautiful, isn’t it?” 

“yes, it truly will be beautiful. do you want a cigarette?” y/n asked, showing her sister the package. morphia took one, y/n took out a new one and lit it for both of them. “are you sure that you love timothé? from what do you know you love him?” 

morphia smiled, blowing out the smoke. it was strawberry flavored, her mother hated it. she only blew those skinny, bad tasting sticks. the only excuse was that sometimes she spiced up with some weed. although y/n didn’t like weed. 

“well, i just know it. you have a strange feeling in your heart.” check. “a feeling you have with no one else, and that you feel like you want to be around him, always.” check. “and you would do anything, and i really mean anything for him, and to be with him.” check. “because this is love. why are you asking this?” 

“i just… i think i love coriolanus, too. the way you love timothé.” 

“so nothing new, little sister.” she giggled, making y/n roll her eyes. she trusted morphia, although her marriage was needed because the family got to guarantee and secure their ten percent income from the district. this way, they could see the papers. the only problem were the plinths, who opposed this, but her father’s hands reached too long to raise a voice against the deal. and y/n wanted sejanus to get out of the picture, and after that, without descendants, they could only hope they will have what they got now until their death. 

“but there is news, morphy. coriolanus invited me on a date.” at her words, morphia covered her mouth, pulling up her eyebrows. holding y/n’s hand, morphia smiled at her. 

“really, y/n? oh my, it’s so wonderful! invite him for the wedding, if you want, but know that he’s an appreciated guest.” 

“i will, if he’ll have the time. but he’s at the games right now in his mind, i don’t want to disturb him.” 

“if he loves you, you’ll always be in his mind, you know. but the deadline is in one month, so please, tell me till then.”

“i will, morphy. i will.” she ended her second cigarette, throwing it into the burgundy ashtray, her sister did the same. 

“do you want to come down? this night is the game’s night, i heard that the tributes got thrown into the zoo.” 

“i know, me and corio will go there tomorrow.” 

“then he surely forgot to mention that… he went there, too.” 

what? rising to sit on her bed, y/n was really, really surprised. 

“how do you mean that?” she asked, trying to believe that her sister just babbled some shit together, but she seemed really certain about what she stated. 

“the tributes got thrown into a cage in the zoo, and your coriolanus was there, too. the interview is gonna be on the telly tonight, might come down and watch with us?” 

going down on the stairs with a buzz in her head, y/n saw that the show was already on. lucretius ‘lucky’ flickerman, a weathercaster who was now tapped to host the interviews from the 10th hunger games stood in front of the cameras. 

“sit down, dear, sit down.” her mother pointed to the place beside her. y/n decided to knee on the pillow where her cat laid, getting persephone into her arms. minutes later, there he was. morphia didn’t joke, he seriously got into that fucking cage? what the fuck? 

“is that your new lover, my sweet?” her father asked y/n, getting a giggle from her sister and her mother. “i can admit that he’s really ambitious about winning the prize.” 

y/n didn’t say anything, listening to what he and lucy gray said. that fucking bitch had the audacity to smile and brag like she was the new star, but she wasn’t. she was just a poor, miserable wanderer who got into the games because she fucked around. how could a… thing like lucy gray hold onto a hand she held this afternoon, too? she wasn’t a princess or a noble or a singer or an actor to have a big mouth like this, to act like this. 

and truly, it seems like she wanted to take away her lover. and it was something y/n could never accept, in any conditions, at any time, or in any situation. never. 

“are you okay, y/n?” her mother asked. “your hand is shaking.” 

brushing her hair, she looked at her mother, trying to nod with composed moves. 

“everything’s fine, mommy. i just need to go upstairs to take a bath, and to take my medicine.” 

and now, she was sitting at her dressing table. it wasn’t just unfair and rule-breaking how lucy gray played, but it was really, really degrading. her face burned in shame, and she wanted to claw down it all with her skin. 

closing her eyes, she prayed for sanity. sanity to go through the next weeks, for sanity to handle situations well, for sanity for her plan. repeat after me, y/n. repeat after me, you stupid bitch.

i am y/n y/l/n, youngest member of the house y/l/n. we are noble, i am noble, and i deserve everything that i have now.

picking up the doll she stepped over only minutes ago, stroking its hair, it was just a plaything. all people were just playthings, playing. how could lucy gray be anything else?

i am beautiful, clever and nobody can ever drag me down. the people who hate me are only envious of my life, my body and my mind, but they’re all going to soil.

looking aside, the fireplace in her room was on. running her thumb through the doll’s porcelain face the last time, she threw it into the fire. long, skinny flames crawled up on the soft fabric of its dress, licking the wall as the fine china cracked. it was time to take a bath.

i love the life i have, and i will appreciate every single second of the life i will have when i achieve my goals. i have every tool i can use to win, and i will use them to be the woman i want to be. it’s not far away, and everyday is a chance to be closer to the woman i want to be.

“hortense, do you think a woman can make a man hers?” she asked from her maid as she sat in the hot water, hortense braid her hair to be curly for tomorrow, fasten it with silk ribbons. 

“i think, miss y/l/n, that women have power. so probably, yes, but please, don’t make yourself hurt. your safety is the first.” hortense answered from behind her back, helping her wash her back. so probably, yes. if even a maid knew that, then why did lucy gray try to stand between her and coriolanus? 

laying in her bed, ready to sleep, she stroked persephone’s fur. 

“how could she do that, persy?” whispering in silence, only getting a meow back, y/n thought about the cage of the snakes dr. gaul showed her today. only a little crack, and everybody could die in unbearable pain, only under mere seconds. maybe she also had to be a cage full of snakes. only a crack on her mind she already had, and everybody could die into what she did. 

maybe she was already. 

a/n: thanks for the waiting babiez, i hope you liked this part too <3 also, wish me luck for my exams 😩

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[hey-syia]

Between The Lines

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: office au, office romance, angst, strangers(?) to lovers, Co-workers to Lovers, fluff towards the end

Summary: Y/n faces unexpected turmoil as she discovers that her new collaboration partner in the office is none other than Kim Mingyu, a figure from her college past associated with painful rumors. As they navigate their professional collaboration, Mingyu's persistent attempts to break through Y/n's guarded demeanor unravel a history of misunderstandings and hurtful rumors.

Warnings: slow burn-ish, reader is bullied in college, puckering of lips against each other, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: ~3k

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A/N: Happy Carat's Day! This is my first ever fic and I am not sure how this will go. This story is just an idea that has been in my drafts for ages. I hope you like it! Cross-posting it here cause my other account is pretty new and this is not showing up in search results

The harsh hum of the photocopier and the distant murmur of office life formed the backdrop as I stared at my screen, which had just received a notification of an email. The subject line sent a ripple of anticipation through me: "Collaboration Partner Assignment."

Opening the email, my eyes quickly scanned the details. I braced myself for the revelation, but nothing could have prepared me for the name that leaped off the screen – Kim Mingyu. My stomach churned, though I couldn't pinpoint why. Maybe it was the mounting pressure of the project or the unfamiliarity of working with someone from another company. A wave of discomfort washed over me as memories of college days resurfaced, memories I had long buried because of the same name! But it couldn’t be him, right?

I had hoped to leave the shadows of the past behind, but fate had different plans. Mingyu, a name that had once been sY/nonymous with popularity and my own insecurities, was now set to become an integral part of my professional life.

Navigating the familiar hallways towards the designated meeting room, my steps carried the weight of unspoken history. The door creaked open, revealing Mingyu already seated, his eyes lifting from a set of project documents to meet mine. A knowing smile played on his lips, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within me. It was him, Kim Mingyu!

"Y/n, right?" he said, extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Mingyu. Looks like we're going to be partners on this project."

I hesitated for a moment before accepting the handshake. "Yes, Y/n. Nice to meet you."

The sterile hum of the office's fluorescent lights set the stage for a reunion neither of us had anticipated. Mingyu, a name echoing through the corridors of my past, now sat across from me in a conference room. His smile seemed to mock my silent discomfort, reminiscent of college days where he effortlessly commanded popularity, and I existed on the fringes.

"Ready to dive into this project together?" Mingyu's voice snapped me back to the present, his expression oblivious to the tumult of memories that threatened to overwhelm me.

"Sure," I replied, my voice masking the unease within. The corporate battleground was familiar, but the arrival of Mingyu resurrected a dormant storm.

As we settled into the collaborative routine, Mingyu's attempts to get to know me became increasingly apparent. In team meetings, he'd throw casual questions my way, trying to unearth the person behind the professional facade.

"So, Y/n, any exciting plans for the weekend?" he'd ask, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Same as always," I'd reply, nonchalant. I wasn't one to divulge personal details easily.

But Mingyu was persistent, undeterred by my guarded responses. "Come on, Y/n, there must be something you enjoy doing outside of work. Hobbies? Interests?"

His inquiry probed deeper than the surface, seeking to unravel the layers I had meticulously wrapped around myself. "Not really," I'd brush off, maintaining a stoic demeanour.

In the break room, he'd invite me to join him for a coffee, hoping to chip away at the walls I'd built. "Coffee break, Y/n? It's on me," he'd offer, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

"Thanks, but I prefer working through breaks," I'd decline, my gaze fixed on the computer screen.

Mingyu, always the optimist, remained undeterred by my cool demeanour. "Alright, next time then," he'd say, masking any disappointment that might have lingered beneath the surface.

Our interactions, or lack thereof, became a dance of casual questions met with guarded replies. It wasn't that I didn't notice Mingyu's efforts – I did. The truth was, I had carefully crafted my isolation, and I wasn't eager to let anyone in.

One day, as we reviewed project details, Mingyu tried a different approach. "Y/n, we make a good team, you know? But it would be even better if we understood each other a bit more. What do you say?"

His words held a sincerity that caught me off guard. Maybe it was the vulnerability in his eyes or the genuine desire to bridge the gap. I sighed, relenting just a bit. "Look, Mingyu, it's nothing personal. I'm just here to get the job done."

He nodded, understanding but undeterred. "Fair enough, Y/n. I respect that. Just know, I'm here if you ever want to talk."

The unspoken hurt lingered beneath the surface, but Mingyu never let it show. His attempts to befriend me continued, even if they were met with my persistent nonchalance.

In another attempt to connect, he invited me to a team dinner. "Y/n, we've been working together for a while now. Let's celebrate our progress. What do you say?"

I hesitated, then finally relented, "Fine, but just for a little while."

As the evening unfolded, I found myself in an unexpected situation – Mingyu's infectious charm gradually wearing down my defences. We laughed, shared stories, and for a brief moment, the professional barriers faded.

In the midst of the camaraderie, Mingyu leaned in and said, "See, Y/n? We're not that different after all."

I couldn't help but smile, the walls I had so carefully constructed showing signs of cracking. Mingyu's efforts were slowly paying off, breaking through the layers that shielded me from the world.

As we left the restaurant that night, I couldn't deny the shift in dynamics. Mingyu, once an unwelcome intruder from the past, had become a persistent presence in my present – a presence I was starting to appreciate, even if I wasn't quite ready to admit it.

The echoes of our team dinner lingered in the air as Mingyu and I left the restaurant. Laughter and camaraderie had briefly bridged the gap, but as we stepped back into the office building, I retreated into my familiar shell. The nonchalant exterior was my armour, and I wore it with practised ease.

Days passed, and Mingyu's efforts to break through my walls persisted, but my responses remained unchanged – short, guarded, and distant. The unspoken hurt beneath his eyes grew more evident with each interaction, until one day, frustration etched across his face.

As I sat at my desk, engrossed in my work, Mingyu approached, a determined expression on his face. "Y/n, we need to talk. Meet me in the meeting room in fifteen minutes," he said, his voice carrying a firmness I hadn't heard before.

I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanour. "Sure, whatever," I replied, my tone as indifferent as ever.

The meeting room, a neutral ground for professional discussions, now became the stage for an unexpected confrontation. As I entered, Mingyu was already there, his arms crossed, and a look of frustration etched across his features.

"What's your deal, Y/n?" he began, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and hurt. "I've been trying to get to know you, to be a good teammate, but every attempt is met with this... this wall you've built. What are you so afraid of?"

I sighed, my nonchalant facade momentarily faltering. "Mingyu, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just here to work, not make friends."

His frustration bubbled to the surface. "You don't have to make it so difficult, Y/n. We're part of the same team, working towards the same goal. Why can't we at least get along?"

I leaned back in my chair, the familiar defences back in place. "Getting along is not a requirement for getting the job done."

Mingyu's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and disappointment. "It's not just about the job, Y/n. We spend a significant portion of our lives working together. Why make it miserable for both of us?"

His words struck a chord, a brief pang of guilt flickering within me. But I couldn't let him see it. "Mingyu, I have my reasons for keeping things professional. Let's just focus on the project and leave it at that."

He leaned in, his frustration giving way to a determination that mirrored the spark in his eyes. "Fine, Y/n. If that's how you want it, we'll keep it strictly professional. But know that it doesn't have to be this way."

Mingyu's proposal hung in the air, and for a moment, I considered the possibility of a truce – a ceasefire in the silent war that had defined our collaboration. The weight of his words pressed upon me, and I decided to break the stoic facade, if only for a moment.

"Fine," I responded, my tone betraying a hint of resignation. "Let's keep it professional."

As the days passed, our interactions adhered to the newfound agreement. Work discussions unfolded without the previous tension, and the strained atmosphere began to ease. However, beneath the surface, the unspoken distance lingered, a reminder of the unresolved history that bound us.

Late one evening, as the office lights flickered in the waning hours, Mingyu and I found ourselves alone in the workspace. The hum of computers and distant traffic outside seemed to amplify the silence between us. Mingyu broke the quiet, his voice softer than before.

"Y/n, there's something I need to know. The tension between us... is it just about work, or is there something more?" His gaze bore into mine, a silent plea for honesty.

I hesitated, contemplating whether to unravel the layers that guarded my past. In that moment, I decided to breach the unspoken barrier. "It's not just about work, Mingyu. There's history – a rumour that tainted my college years, and I believed you were behind it."

His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and realisation flickering across his features. "Rumour? What rumour are you talking about?"

College, a realm of possibilities, unfolded before me. Amid vibrant campus life, I preferred solitude, finding solace in the quiet corners of the library. My routine, a sanctuary, was disrupted when a rumor about me and Mingyu, the campus heartthrob, began to circulate.

Whispers painted a false picture – a rejected proposal, a scornful comment. The rumor, like wildfire, labeled me as the girl who dared to confess, only to face ridicule. My once-unnoticed existence transformed into isolation as judgmental gazes and hurtful labels became my companions.

The most painful aspect was the misunderstanding – the lie that branded me a loner, rejected and ridiculed. The library, my refuge, now felt like a glass house, the rumor exposing me to the harsh scrutiny of others.

Mingyu, oblivious to the storm, continued his life, while I bore the weight of fabricated rejection. The rumor, a dark shadow, cast a long-lasting mark on my college experience. The isolation, self-imposed or not, became my reality.

"The one where it was said I proposed to you in college, and you rejected me, saying you'd never date a loner like me," I confessed, my voice holding the weight of years of perceived betrayal.

Mingyu's expression shifted from surprise to understanding, a furrow forming on his brow. "Y/n, I never spread that rumor. In fact, I had no idea it existed until now. In fact, I wanted to be friends with you back then and expressed it to some of my friends!"

My defenses faltered as the revelation sank in. The narrative I had carried for years, the resentment that fueled our strained collaboration, crumbled like a fragile facade. "But... why would someone spread such a thing?"

Mingyu's eyes softened with sincerity. "I don't know, Y/n. But I promise you, it wasn't me. I regret that you went through that, and I wish I could've been there to clarify things."

The weight of the misunderstanding hung heavy in the room. Mingyu's admission brought forth a vulnerability I hadn't expected, and the unspoken tension that defined our collaboration began to unravel. As we navigate the murky waters of our shared history, the silence transformed into a hesitant dialogue.

"Maybe," he began, choosing his words carefully, "we can move past this together. Start anew, without the burden of misunderstandings."

In the quiet office, Mingyu and I shared a moment where words seemed unnecessary. His hand found mine, a gentle intertwining of fingers that spoke volumes. Leaning in, he kissed me with a tenderness that felt like an unspoken apology.

The kiss was slow, each movement deliberate, as if time itself had slowed down. Mingyu's lips met mine in a dance of connection, a soft exploration that conveyed a shared understanding. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a promise – a promise to let go of the past and embrace the possibility of something new.

As our lips lingered in the gentle exchange, the weight of misunderstandings lifted. Mingyu's touch, comforting and sincere, became a bridge that spanned the distance between us.

The air shifted after the shared kiss, the unspoken tension replaced by a newfound understanding. Mingyu, eyes reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity, gently pulled away, creating a space for words to bridge the lingering gap.

"Y/n," he began, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken sentiments, "there's something I'd like to propose."

I met his gaze, a silent invitation to continue.

"How about we take a step into the present? Leave the office behind for a while, just you and me. What do you say to a dinner? A date, maybe?" Mingyu's words hung in the air, a simple yet profound invitation.

The corners of my lips twitched into a hesitant smile, the remnants of the emotional whirlwind we had just weathered. "A date?" I echoed, the word carrying a hint of both surprise and curiosity.

Mingyu nodded, his eyes holding a hopeful gleam. "Yes, a date. No work, no misunderstandings – just two people sharing a meal and getting to know each other beyond the confines of the office."

The idea, once foreign, now seemed like a welcome proposition. A chance to rewrite the script, explore the uncharted territories of this evolving connection. "I suppose a dinner sounds nice," I conceded, the tension replaced by a sense of openness.

His face broke into a radiant smile, the lines of relief and excitement mingling. "Great! How about tomorrow night? I know a place not far from here. Casual, nothing too fancy. What do you think?"

Tomorrow night – a prospect that carried the promise of a fresh beginning. I found myself nodding, the corners of my own lips forming a genuine smile. "Tomorrow night sounds good."

Mingyu's joy was palpable, and as he pulled out his phone to exchange details, the office surroundings seemed to fade into the background. In the quiet aftermath of a shared kiss, the invitation extended marked a turning point – a step away from the weight of the past and into the possibilities of the present.

As we finalised the plans, Mingyu's gaze held a promise – a promise of a date that transcended the ordinary, a date that hinted at the potential for something more. The unspoken tension that had defined our collaboration was replaced by the anticipation of a shared meal, laughter, and the uncharted journey that lay ahead.

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[bibiwrld]

Nerdy Loser Anakin Skywalker!—First meet!

Pairing: Nerdy loser Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Content: 18+ (Minors DNI!)

Author’s note: I’m super fixated on Anakin Skywalker/Hayden Christensen right now and @nymphomatique nerdy Miguel O’Hara works inspired this. You can send asks about Anakin in this college au 🫶🏾💋

Anakin Skywalker. That name sorta rang a bell to Sydnee, she wasn’t all that familiar with him. He was in one or two of her classes, but they’ve never interacted. He was a friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend’s cousin— so he wasn’t exactly her friend, just knew of him. It’s not like he was popular around campus, he was more introverted, kept to himself, extremely intelligent, and he was a well known tutor to many. As introverted as he was, Sydnee would see him at parties, just sitting, whether it was a kitchen counter, couch, even the floor, and sometimes he’d have a book, just reading.

‘Why did he bring a book to a party?’ Sydnee would think to herself. ‘Who brought him to this party?’

Sometimes, that friend of a friend, of a friend, of a friend, who was Anakin’s cousin, would talk about Anakin.

“His mom, my aunt, wants him to make friends and stuff, so she makes me drag him to all the parties I go to.” His cousin, Chloe, said with rolled eyes, her words a bit slurred. “And my mom says she’ll stop sending me money if I don’t bring him along, so I really don’t have a choice.”

He’d rather be home reading his book and it was never the same book she’d see him reading every time she saw him.

‘He must be a fast reader.’ She thought to herself.

“He seems nice.” Sydnee said, downing her 3rd drink.

“Oh yeah, he is, total sweetheart.” Chloe smiled, glancing back at him. “Wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

He sat on an old couch, reading, not paying attention to his surroundings, pushing up his glasses every 10 minutes.

Sydnee leaned off the wall. “He’s pretty cute too.”

“Ew, seriously?” Her other friend of a friend, June, dragged out.

Sydnee screwed up her face at the comment.“What?”

“That nerdy loser? Really?” June laughed.

“Not too much on him.” Sydnee rose a brow and put a hand out in his defense.

“Right, he’s my cousin and he’s not ugly.” Chloe added.

“Dear God.” June mumbled to herself and drank to silence herself.

Sydnee looked to Chloe.“I’m gonna get him a drink, I assume he doesn’t drink alcohol.”

“Hates it.” Chloe nodded.

“Got it.” Sydnee said before walking to the kitchen.

There weren’t much options for sodas, it was between that nasty Ginger Ale bold or Coke, and she went with Coke. She began pouring the drink into a red plastic cup, the sounds of kissing and moaning getting louder behind her.

They were all over each other, messily kissing and licking each other, the guy put the girl on the kitchen counter, spilling the drinks in the red cups that people left there, making a complete mess of the place.

‘God, when was the last time I got laid?’

She sighed. She almost fucked the captain of the rugby team, but he was so insufferable, she couldn’t bare another second of him talking about how he’s never been with a black girl before and that he wasn’t racist because his best friend was black.

She didn’t even make another attempt with any other guy after that.

Sydnee ignored the two behind her and put the cover back on the Coke and picked up the cup, making her way to Anakin.

She sat beside him, leaving a small space between them. “I got you a drink.”

Anakin looked up from his book for the first time that night, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He bookmarked the page and looked curiously at the drink. “I don’t drink.”

His voice was so gentle, but deep. Smooth like silk.

“It’s Coke, I didn’t slip anything in it.” She told him, hoping he would actually take it.

He gave a small smile, taking the cup from her grasp. “Thank you.”

She smiled back. “You’re welcome, I’m Sy–”

“S-sydnee, I know.” He said, removing the cup from his lips.

“Oh? You know of me?”

“Ye-yes, you’re pretty…..popular!” He caught himself in the last second, he was getting lost in her deep brown orbs. “You’re friends with my cousin and people talk about you.”

She grew curious. “What do they say about me?”

Anakin cleared his throat, holding the cup with both hands. “Uh..well pretty inappropriate thi-things.” He glanced between her and his cup. “I rather not repeat them. I-I didn’t say anything inappropriate about you though!”

He fully turned his body towards her, hoping she would believe him.

She sighed, knowing it was guys talking about how bad they wanted her in their bed. “Yeah, I know you wouldn’t.”

He sighed in relief. “By the way, I’m Anak–”

“Anakin, I know.” She smirked. “Your cousin told me.”

It meant a lot to Anakin that she knew his name. “Oh.” Was all he could muster with a huge smile on his face. He could feel the heat rising in his face, taking a sip of the soda to hide his face from Sydnee.

“So what’re you reading?” She pointed to the book on his lap.

He perked up. He loved books, reading, talking about them, everything about books. “It’s—”

He was rudely interrupted by some guy who came from behind the couch, putting both hands on Sydnee’s shoulders. “Hey sexy, you haven’t answered my snaps, I promise a good time.”

Anakin grew uncomfortable at the sight before him, the way his disgusting hands pressed into her skin, and how close his lips were to her face. Anakin wanted to say something.

“Can you get your fucking hands off me?” She swatted his hands, turning around to face him. “Don’t snap me anymore, I clearly don’t answer. Now leave me alone.”

“Seriously?” The guy had the audacity to say as if he weren’t wrong.

“Sh-she said leave her alone.” Anakin suddenly said, standing up to face the guy, the couch being the only thing separating them. Anakin didn’t even he have the guts to do that, surprising himself with his own actions.

Sydnee look up at Anakin, she’s never seen him angry before, he was always reserved.

The guy scoffed. “You got this loser to protect you?”

“Fuck off, try me again and I’ll fucking cut you.” She stood beside Anakin. “That’s a fucking promise.”

The guy glared at the two before storming off.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that, Anakin.” She sighed, turning to Anakin. She didn’t realize how much taller he was than her, it almost caught her off guard.

Anakin picked up his book and placed his half empty cup on a nearby table. “It’s..uh– okay.”

“Thanks for standing up for me as well, really cool of you.” Her smile was so bright and so cute to Anakin.

How could a guy ever treat her less than what she’s worth?

“It-it was nothing, really.” He smiled shyly, playing with the loose strands of his hair.

She smiled, then frowned seeing that he was probably uncomfortable about the entire situation. “You probably want to go home now, huh?”

He nodded.

“I’ll look for Chloe—”

He grabbed her hand before she could walk away, then quickly let go. “Uh sorry..she usually gets a ride with some guy or a friend, she’ll be okay. Do you want a ride back to your..dorm?”

Sydnee’s eyes brightened up at his kind gesture. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiled at her answer, then walked out of this party with Sydnee by his side. They made small talk walking to his car, he kindly opened the car door for her, made sure she had on her seatbelt before he started driving, he even walked her to the door of her dorm. She thought that was so cute and kind of him.

She dug in her purse in search of her dorm key, while Anakin stood there waiting for her to go in safely.

“Shit.” She put her back against the wall and slowly slid down.

Anakin was now alert. “What’s wrong?” His voice laced with concern, crouching down to her. “Are you okay?”

She was beginning to feel a headache. Slowly rubbing her temples, she answered him. “I lost my damn key, and maintenance is closed for the night.”

“What time is your roommate coming back?” He looked at both sides of the empty hall.

“Monday.” She groaned into her hands. “She’s out of town for the weekend.”

He bit his bottom lip and pushed his glasses up. “W-would you like to stay at..my apartment for the night?”

She silently brought her head up to him.

“It’s..not that far from the campus, I-I promise!” He reassured her quickly.

She flashed a small smile and chuckled lightly. “I would love that, Anakin. You’re so kind.”

He smiled at her compliment. His heart was beating so fast at such simple words, he felt so pathetic.

They were at his apartment in no time, about a 10 minute drive from campus.

He must’ve been loaded, his apartment was huge.

Anakin locked the door behind Sydnee while she took off her shoes and looked around his insanely neat apartment. Then there was his massive bookshelf against the wall of his living room, with awards, pictures and books, lots and lots of books.

“Wow, you bring all the girls here?” She smirked, following behind him.

“N-no, just you…and sometimes Chloe when she’s too drunk to go home on her own or doesn’t have a ride .” He pulled off his hoodie, throwing it over the couch and revealing his muscular arms.

‘He’s fucking built.’ She stared at his biceps from behind.

That hoodie was hiding everything.

“Th-this is my room.” He opened the door to reveal his room. It was neat, just like every other part of his apartment, but there were books scattered across his bed.

He rushed to his bed, picking up all the books, clearly embarrassed. “I-I’m sorry!” He stacked them neatly on the floor, looking back at Sydnee with shame. “I wasn’t expecting guests.”

She stepped in and looked around. “It’s okay.”

“You can sit on the bed, do you still have a headache?”

She sat softly on his bed. “I do.”

“I’ll make you some tea.” He scratched his head, before walking out quickly.

Sydnee smiled to herself and pulled her phone to watch TikToks to pass the time.

In no time, Anakin came back with a cup of tea and aspirin.

After drinking some, Sydnee put the cup on his side table, not without a coaster of course. “You didn’t get to tell me about the book you were reading.”

He sat beside her on the edge of the bed. “Oh..you remembered.” He fixed his glasses and looked at her. “It’s called The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. Do you want to hear about it?” His captivating blue orbs searched her face. “I don’t want to bore you.”

She got closer to him, making him stiffen and his heart pang against his chest. “You’re not gonna bore me, Anakin.” She blinked slowly, her eyes scanning him. “I like hearing you talk, you have a nice voice.”

His lips parted, but no words left it. His dick began stiffening, he couldn’t control his body.

“Are you okay?” Her head tilted.

That head tilt, that fucking head tilt. Anakin’s brain was scrambling before this girl. She could probably see the gears in his head stop moving as he froze up. His dick strained against the fabric of his underwear and jeans.

“Uh..” He finally let out, pressing his thighs together. “You’re so pretty, I’m sorry.”

She blinked, then smiled at his innocent compliment. “Don’t be sorry, Anakin. I think you’re cute.”

He gulped, staring into her alluring eyes. “Th-thank you.”

“I should really repay you for tonight.” Her eyes glanced down at his erection that he so desperately tried to hide.

“Y-you don’t have to..honest.” His chest rose and fell dramatically. He knew where she was going with this and what a lie he was telling her.

“You sure?” She pouted and went on her knees in front of him.

Anakin blushed furiously, biting his pink and plump bottom lip and stared down at Sydnee. “N-no.”

“You’re so honest.” She put her hands on his thighs, slowly rubbing them.

“Ye-yeah.” He hummed.

“You ever got head before?” She pulled her braids into a ponytail.

“N-no.”

“Cute.” She murmured, unbuckling his pants. “Tell me about the book, Ani.”

He got dizzy at the sudden nickname, his face a new shade of red. “I– He..uh..”

“Breathe.” She commanded, as she started to pull his boxers and jeans down.

He tried regulating his breathing and raised his hips to help her with taking off his pants. They were now dangling at his ankles, his dick standing at attention, veiny, pre cum oozing out and running down his shaft.

Sydnee eyed his lower half. His balls were so big and full, then his pubic hairs were neatly trimmed, and his dick, oh how big it was, twitching under her seductive stare.

“The book, Ani.” She gave his balls a squeeze.

A pathetic moan ripped from his throat.

“Oh wow.” She cooed, rubbing his sticky tip with her finger. “Ani?”

His body twitched, answering with a moan.

“I wanna hear about the book.” She began stroking him slowly.

His hands gripped his sheets, head hanging low as he tried to gather words. “It’s…ah— it’s about a man.”

Her wet mouth made contact with his tip, gradually taking in more of him until she met with the base.

“Oh fuck—ngh!” He couldn’t believe how loud he was.

Her cheeks hollowed to make her mouth feel tighter, bobbing at slow pace for him. She hummed at the taste of his pre cum. One hand on his thigh, squeezing it—her nails sinking into his skin and her other hands massaged his balls.

“W-wait!” He pat the bed with both hands.

She pulled off his dick, wiping her mouth and wondered what she did wrong.

He turned around and grabbed a pillow, resting it on the floor. “H-here, for..your knees.”

In Sydnee’s eyes, that made him 10x more attractive. She put her knees on the soft surface and immediately got back to work. She got sloppy and fast, squeezing her thighs together– she was getting off on getting him off.

“Sydnee!” He cried out. His head was thrown back, a babbling mess before her. “Oh fuck, b-baby!”

That made me her go even faster. Gagging and throating him messily, tears formed at the corner of her eyes. She could feel her ponytail coming undone, but Anakin’s strong hands held it in one for her, as he began thrusting his hips upwards.

“S-Sydnee.” He moaned out, putting both hands on the side of her face and pulling her off to look her in the eyes.

She looked up at him in a daze, saliva running down her chin.

‘Fuck.’ Was all that ran through his hazy mind.

Anakin craned his neck down to her, his lips capturing hers desperately. He’s never kissed anyone in his life, he didn’t even know if he was doing this right, but he just wanted to taste her.

She moaned into his mouth, her hand slowly stroking him.

He pulled away, gritting his teeth and looking into her pretty doe eyes. “I– I think— I’m gonna cum!”

Her eyes brightened up at his words, her brows creasing with his as if she could feel everything he was feeling. “Yes Ani, you’re right there. Let it out for me!”

His legs began shaking, his voice went up and octave, releasing thick spurts of cum all over Sydnee’s clothes, but she kept stroking, using his cum as lube.

“Syd, please!” His hips thrusted into her fist, fucking himself so desperately. “F-fuck— ah!”

She praised him, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You did so well.”

He breathed heavily, looking down at the mess he made on her. He stood to his feet immediately and pulled his pants up, almost tripping himself.

“Y-your clothes!”

Sydnee could only laugh.

“I-I’m so sorry.” He took his glasses off and wiped his face.

In that split second he took his glasses off, Sydnee’s flood gates broke loose.

“You should..uh.” His breathing was so shallow as he tried collecting himself. “You should take the first shower, I’ll wash your clothes, I’ll give you one of my shirts to wear for the night.” He helped her up.

She kissed his cheek. “Thanks Ani.”

Anakin swore fireworks went off in his head.

💋

#my works💌🌷 #anakin skywalker #anakin fanfiction #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #Anakin x black fem #hayden christensen #nerdy anakin skywalker #Anakin the nerd💋!

[betterfettered]

Can I please have yandere Natasha who wants to pamper her fem daring? However, her fem darling refuses her affection. (As the one shot story if that's okay).

Hey bby! I tried to include a little tid bit about your OCs too :) (AFAB!reader x AFAB!yandere, cis wlw)(noncon)(drugging)(kidnapping)(gaslighting)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Even after you know that Natasha is long gone, it takes you an hour or two before you try to escape. It feels like she has eyes everywhere, like she can detect your every breath , so you move painstakingly slowly to your feet. As soon as you are standing up completely, your head swims and your legs threaten to buckle out from beneath you; you have been sick for a long time, though, so that does not stop you from shuffling over to the locked window and gazing out at the jarring, sunlit thoroughfare beneath you. You know nothing about the tiny people you can see walking around on the ground several stories below you, an odd twist of fate considering that you have lived your entire life beneath their feet as a citizen of the Underworld, so you can only wonder if they would help you if they knew your predicament. You’d never beat against the glass hard enough for anyone to notice, but if they did, would they wave to you and promise to save you? Would they cry themselves seeing your tears?

            You don’t even make it to the door. Pain shoots out from most of your leg joints after only a few steps until you collapse to the ground, rolling over onto your side to curl into fetal position and sob. It isn’t that you don’t have the will, as you have never wanted more in your life than to leave this room – your body just won’t move, even to wipe away your tears, even though your heart is pounding at the thought of being found here.

            After a few hours, when you’re already in significant pain from staying in the same position for so long, the door swings open and hits the top of your head. You groan, curling into yourself a little, and hear Natasha gasp in horror.

            “Oh, heavens. My love, are you okay?” she says, the door locking behind her with a snap. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.”

            None too gently, Natasha slides her arms underneath you and stands, raising you from the ground, then carries you back to the bed. She is exceedingly careful in how she lays you down, making sure that all of your limbs are rested in an ergonomic fashion, even though you feel the way her fingers wander.

            “Please, follow my instructions so that we can make sure that you’re not injured.”

            One of her hands lies on your face and strokes your cheek, her expression trying to conceal her fear.

            “Tell me where you are right now.”

            “No.”

            “No, you don’t know where you are?”

            “No, I won’t do what you ask,” you say, shaking your head and feeling tears burning your eyes. “I want to go home.”

            She nods, the smile on her face a little stiff, then brushes your leaking eyes with her thumb.

            “I understand,” she says, turning from you to go and fetch the groceries. “I know just the thing to make you feel better. Then I’ll send you back home as you wish.”

            You’re so shocked for a second that you feel like your body keeps crying while you are completely still. Did she say you could go home? You can’t believe it – you’ve been trapped in this hotel room for so long that you’ve lost count of the days. Your heart soars at the possibility of talking to your sister again, even thought you hadn’t sought her out before and don’t even know if she’s still alive: your memory of her has been your only solace in this unending nightmare of being “helped” by Natasha, your imaginary manifestation of her being the your sole source of happiness.

            Natasha approaches again with syringe in hand, her smile more relaxed now.

            “One last bit of medicine to help with your pain before you go,” she says, and then places her hand on your shoulder, running it gently along the skin down to your inner elbow. Once there, she feels around for a second to find your vein.

            “One two three, be brave!” she says, and then spears the needle into your arm, thumb pressing its liquid into your vein. “Now, let me get your bag ready and write down some discharge instructions.”

            She grabs your chin and tugs you towards her, pressing her lips onto yours snaking her tongue into your mouth and grabbing your hair to pull you closer. You don’t want to waste energy on struggling, so you allow her to invade you like that, clenching your hand to have another sensation to focus on.

            “I would be so devastated if something happened to you once you leave, after all,” Natasha coos after pulling away. She flashes you another grin for a second, and then heads to the wardrobe within your room. Once there, she pulls out the bag you’d been carrying when she lured you in, drops it onto the floor, and begins folding up your street clothes to place inside of it.

            For a moment, you think the strange sensation bubbling within you is anxiety, and then you gag so hard aloud that it sounds like a cough. Your entire body feels bad, somehow, but you can’t tell what it is because you feel distant from it, panicking and gagging over and over.

            “Natasha,” you cry out, unable to lift yourself up from how fast the room is spinning you into dizziness. “Natasha!”

            She continues folding your clothing.

            “There’s something wrong! Help, please.”

            That makes her turn around, her expression curious.

            “Something wrong? Like what?”

            “I don’t know.”

            “That’s fine then, I’m sure you can take care of it at home with over the counter meds,” she says, turning back to the closet and grabbing your jacket to fold.

            “No, I can’t,” you gasp between your retching, starting to sob. “Something’s really wrong. Help me. Please, Nat, I’m begging. I’m…begging, I don’t want to die.”

            At this, she turns from her folding work.

            “Begging for what?” she asks, smarmy innocence in her tone. All the while she walks towards you.

            “For help.”

            “Oh, did you need me?”

            “Please!”

            “Say it.”

            “I need you. I need you to help me. I’m really sick.”

            “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you all along, darling,” she says, wrapping her arms around you. You can feel the warmth of her breath fanning along the apples of your cheeks. “You need to be here. Without me, you’d be suffering so much, right?”

            You nod.

            She relinquishes you, pulls your arms away from where you’d been instinctively protecting your breasts from her, and injects your inner elbow again with a different syringe from her pocket.

After only a few seconds, you feel so much better, your limbs feeling like jello and your mind a little fuzzy, but free of the continuous gagging.

She presses her lips to yours, exhaling in pleasure at their softness, at the way your plush body yields when she gropes and then presses into you. You lie still and let her do what she wants until you feel her hand groping your pussy, squeezing it and running her fingers along it in tandem. When you start to struggle against the stimulation, she bites your lip hard enough that the taste of iron seeps onto your taste buds.

            “Let’s start your check up again,” she pants, pulling away. “It’s always best to test someone’s well being with all of your senses. So right now, let me check you with my mouth.”

            Your heart sinks, but you don’t want her to inject you with whatever she had before. Letting your eyes press shut, hot tears spilling down to your temples, tears threaten your eyes when she kisses you again. You can’t help but cringe feeling her hands on your tits, massaging them aggressively; at the same time, the way your cheeks heat up feels completely unfamiliar. The sound of a breathy moan escaping from your mouth shocks you – you realize that Natasha pushing your shirt aside and using her tongue to stroke away the pain her fingers pinching your nipples left behind is making your clit a little stiff.

            “Stop,” you whine, trying to turn your chest away from her mouth, the arousal building up in the pit of your stomach getting harder to ignore.

            “Of course,” Natasha says, kissing either of your tits. “I know what you’re looking for.”

            Her hand sliding up from your cunt to the top of your underwear is so quick you don’t notice it happening; how exposed you are only becomes clear when she buries her face in your pussy, sucking and tonguing your clit while her fingers, roughly jammed into you, start to rub up hard against your G-spot.

            You open your mouth to ask her to stop, but only hear yourself panting, your hips bucking and squirming against her face. You dig your nails into the crook of your elbow as though that will take out whatever she drugged you with to make you feel like this.

            “I don’t want this,” you moan, unable to stop pressing your pussy against her mouth. “What did you do to me? I – agh!”

            Your entire body shudders endlessly, strange noises flooding out of your mouth at her unrelenting tongue sliding back and forth against you while you cum over and over. You feel embarrassed at how you’re writhing and yelping like an animal, but she won’t stop until you are trembling and trying to scoot your overstimulated core away from her. At that, she straddles you on the bed, both hands squeezing you all over.

            “It makes me so happy when you feel good,” she says. “I just want to ride your cute face. But you must be worn out, so maybe tomorrow.”

            Shivering from the disgusting mess between your legs and allowing yourself to cry quietly, you wonder if you should have just coped with the poison instead.

#betty fetty #yandere x reader #female yandere #tw: noncon #tw non con #cw noncon #tw noncon #yandere #yandere smut #wlw smut #natasha x reader #natasha hon #honkai star rail #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr natasha #natasha hsr

[loganbcrnes]

you are the bane of my existence and the object of my desires

pairing: Captain Syverson x fem!reader

Summary: Feral Alpha Sy moves to a cabin owned by one of his old army buddy Logan. over time a relationship with his Omega neighbor blossoms. One morning hes thrown into a rut and you help him through it.

Tags: 18+, ABO, feral Alpha Syverson, Omega fem!reader, smut, dom/sub, knotting, orgasm, angry feral Sy, hard sex, pussy eating, oral, language, slightly connected to the MCU, mention of The Red Room, though a different interpretation of it, mention of Logan Howlett (Wolverine)

words: 3.9k

Authors note: hiii, finally written an abo sy oneshot. there isnt enough abo fics in the Henry Cavill universe, but there should be imo. this is pure filth just so yall r warned. A bit of backstory on my version of Captain Syverson. Hes originally born in Norway, but moved to Texas, USA  when he was 2 years old when his father got a good job offer. hence why his name is Bjørn Syverson, though throughout this fic he just goes by Sy. It is mentioned that he has brothers which are August Walker, Walter Marshall, Sherlock Holmes and Clark Kent, all were separated from birth, but after the death of Sy's parents, he united with them. hopefully in future fics, i can delve more into their backstory. :)

Readers ethnicity and body type isn't mentioned as i want everyone to feel included, just that she is European.

For a few passing seconds, you’re frozen with fear. It was drilled into you at a young age that a feral alpha in rut were dangerous. That you should never let yourself be alone with one, in case the unthinkable happened. But this isn’t just some feral alpha, this is Sy, who takes care of you with a gentleness you never thought you would get, a gentleness you never thought anyone could posses, let alone a feral alpha.

Feral alphas weren’t rare, but they weren’t exactly common either. Feralness mostly only occurs in male Alphas that have experienced traumatic events in their life, mostly veterans. And unfortunately governments are unable to equip the right tools to help these men. Since WW2 they have become more and more common, but scientists are never able to find the right cure and treatments to help them.

They say the only thing that would reduce the symptoms are compatible omegas, preferably mated. betas can too, but not to the extent omegas can. Eventually they end up going rogue if they are apart of a pack, if not, well they distance themselves from society, they seek out to the wilderness where they can be in their true form.

Now with Sy, being a veteran and POW, made him more prone to go feral. When he was saved from an old unit he was apart of, he began his recovery in a hospital for vets and feral alphas.

Things weren’t easy in the beginning, losing a leg and not having his own independence put him on edge all the time, but once he got released, he didn’t hesitate to move to the mountains in Canada. An old army buddy and alpha mate to his brothers, Logan, owned a couple of cabins and lent one to him. His brothers were against it, continually reminding him that their pack could take care of him and his needs. They didn’t mind Sy being with their mates, but it wasn’t them he didn’t trust, it was himself.

Sy would hate himself for evermore if he hurt them, he didn’t want to risk it. When Sy moved to the small cabin, he noticed he had a neighbor not so far away. He avoided you as much as possible in the beginning, but over time he started chatting with you, walking past each other on morning runs with their dogs, and in the end they became friends.

He learned that you moved out here because you wanted to start over. You had a difficult childhood from losing your mother to cancer and moving to a foreign country not knowing anyone nor the language. And when you thought your life was getting a better hold of itself, everything came crumbling down when you were kidnapped and taken into human trafficking.

It took 4 years before you were free from The Red Room. A place where they would experiment on Omegas. You spent a year in a mental hospital for omegas to recover. You were alone with no friends and family. You were in a state of depression and hopelessness. You wanted to get away from everything, so you discovered an ad of cabins for sale in Canada and set foot.

That was now 2 years ago, and don’t regret your decision for a second. You both took solace in each other, having similar experiences made the connection between you even stronger. It was nice having someone that wouldn’t tiptoe around you or took pity in you.

It was hard getting close to Sy in the beginning. Some days he was more closed off than others, but you understood it, and remained patient. Over time friendly feelings turned into romantic and you knew that Sy would never hurt you and had to remind him that occasionally.

His brothers came for a visit one time to give him a talking, convincing him to let himself feel love for once.

—

“Sy?” You whisper, trying to shift in his arms once more. The scent of leather and wet forest reeked throughout the room, has slick already wetting your underwear, far more than you’re used to, and you know straight away hes gone into rut. You’ve never shared your heat with anyone before. The idea of being so vulnerable around another person always filled you with dread especially after what happened, but even with the looming rut of the Alpha that holds you in his strong arms, all you can feel is a sense of belonging.

“Alpha, wake up.”

Despite your soft tone, Sy wakes with a harsh gasp and digs his fingers into your soft flesh on instinct like he’s trying to drag you impossibly closer to him. A surprised moan falls from his lips as he grinds up against your ass. “Oh, god -”

“Shh, it’s okay, Alpha.” You coo, reaching back to carefully run your fingers through his shaved head. “It’s okay, I’m here.” “Fuck, ya’ smell so good…” Sy groans at your scent of sweet ripe peaches and you give a discontented cry at the idea of not getting to help your Alpha through his rut. “If I continue, I won’t be able to stop ‘mega.” He growls. “I don’t want you to stop,” You whine, carefully pressing back against him. There’s nothing more to Bjørn Syverson than his careful, shielded control over his instincts, and as much as you love that about him, you want nothing more than for him to let go and pound you mercifully into your bed. “Let me take care of you, Alpha. Please?” “I could claim you.” He grits out, his words and actions stark contrasts of each other as he keeps rolling his hips in sharp movements. “I-I can’t take that choice from you, sweet ‘mega.” “This is my choice, you’re my choice.” You’ve never heard yourself sound so sincere and desperate at the same time, but you can feel the tightening need curling low in your belly. His scent is singing through your veins, lighting up your inner Omega in a way you’ve never felt. “I’ve never wanted anyone before you, but this… this is right." You’re on your back before you can even blink, Sy’s strong hands pinning you beneath him. The expectation was for him to rush into a devastating kiss but he sat back slightly and simply… looked at you. He studies your face intently, looking at your beautiful reddened cheeks splattered with freckles and the odd spots from your unbalance hormones, an issue that has been bugging you for the past few weeks. He watches as your hips grind up in search of relief. When he finally leans down, you try to meet him halfway but he dodges your kiss to bury his face in your neck. A groan vibrates through his chest and into yours as he inhales deeply, and you happily curl your fingers in his hair to hold him there. “Oh, honey…” Sy kisses your pulse and nuzzles against you, his beard the perfect rough contrast to the soft press of his lips. “You goin’ into heat, ‘mega? Just needed you’re Alpha, didn’t ya?” “Yes, please!” You beg, your nails clawing his head, dragging him down to slot your lips with his in a sloppy kiss. Every touch, every hint of his scent, every breathy groan that came from his lips makes that warmth spread through your entire body. Sy kisses you eagerly, caging you underneath him. He feels impossibly bigger above you and your inner Omega blooms with comfort and love. So you let yourself revel in it, no longer fighting off the instincts that beckon for you. Sy almost yelps in surprise when your thighs hook around his waist to drag him down closer but he follows your lead happily and goes to grind his clothed cock against you - just like you were expecting. Mischief soars through your chest as you twist and grapple until he’s underneath you, your mind egging you to make him prove his strength. A flash of concern darts through those pretty blue eyes of his, as if he’s worried you’ve suddenly changed your mind, but the sight of your playful grin just makes him smile in return. He lets you grab at him for a moment, barely bothering to bat your hands away as you try - and fail - to pin his arms at his sides. Amusement rolls through him. Oh, his sweet, fierce Omega. If you want him to show you his true worth as your Alpha, he’s going to deliver. Sy grabs you by your waist and drags you beneath him once more, a low growl ripping through his lips as you erupt into excited laughter. Both of your wrists are secured in one of his hands where he pins them to the mattress above your head and you feel so… helpless. The man above you is the picture of Alpha - chest heaving with every breath, eyes wild with need yet perfectly in control, gray briefs tented with his impressive thick length. He exudes power and you can’t get enough. “Gonna be good for me, Omega?” Sy rumbles. “Yes! So good, I promise.” You’re on the verge of begging, but before the honeyed words can drip from your lips, Sy quickly and carefully strips your pajamas from your body before ripping his off as well. There’s no stopping the garbled groan you give at the sight he makes above you. With your newly freed hands, you let your fingers trail down his hairy chest and stomach, watching enraptured as goosebumps follow your touch. “Good girl,” He guides your hand to his thick engorged cock and rolls his hips to thrust into your fist, not bothering to hide the way he practically purrs. You can see the bright intensity that burns through his entire being in each clench of his jaw and ripple of his muscles. He’s holding back, though, tempering his movements like he’s afraid he’ll scare you. Feral alphas don’t have a good reputation, they have little control over themselves. They take what they want, leaving nothing behind. But you trust Sy, and you don’t trust easily, especially with alphas, but Sy is different. You watch him as he slowly climbs down your body, his lips never leaving your skin as he trails his hot kisses on you all the way down. He parts your legs further so he could get more comfortable between them, then when he presses a kiss at your nether lips, his fingers parting your folds so he could find your slick entrance and give a long, hungry lick right at where your desire is centered until you cry out. “Taste so fucking sweet ‘mega”. Sy growls as he licks your clit.

“So fucking hot, Darlin’.” Sy growls. “Been wanting to taste this sweet pussy since the day I met ya’. Kept holding myself back for so long, but not anymore ‘mega.” He said looking up at you.

You moan at the intensity of his words. “Yes!, please alpha don’t stop” you desperately beg him. Sy doesn’t waste any more time and goes down on you once again. His whole body is stretched out, his feet planted on the floor to hold himself in his position. You have never seen anything more beautiful.

You hear him moan and you open your eyes to look down at him, to see that his eyes are closed, totally blissed out as he sucks on your cunt, licking your entrance as if it’s the last meal he eats. You feel the hard tips of Sy’s fingers right at your opening, you moan when you feel two fingers parting your hot pussy, your walls instantly begin spasming around them, sucking them inside your depth.

He continues to tease you with his fingers for a few more seconds and then the warm rasp of his tongue sends a series of shivers trembling through your body. He licks across your sensitive bud leisurely, biding his time with his eyes on you to take in every single reaction you are giving him through every lick, every swirl of his tongue. He flicks his tongue from around your clit, down to your slit, moving back and forth as he continues to plunge his fingers into you. You begin to shake as you are nearing the edge. He must have felt it, because he continues to lick at your cunt, slick pouring out as he slurps it all up, growls deeply against your pussy. “Come for me, little ‘mega” You let out a whimper at his command but feel helpless to resist him. You can’t hold it in anymore as you come to your release. “Alpha!”. You moan out as you arch your back, Sy continues to milk through your orgasm and makes sure to gather every drop of cum.

It took a few minutes to come down from your intense orgasm. Sy moves up pressing soft kisses to your cheeks and down to your neck. “You did so good for me, Honey.” He praises as you. “Mmmm” you hum, keening to the praises.

After a few more moments, you’re a whimpering mess again, grinding your clit against Sy’s muscular thigh. Sy growls as he pulls back, “Alpha,” You whisper, cupping his jaw gently to get him to meet your eyes and drawing him close for one last soft kiss before you guide him to scent your neck. The pheromones that pour off of you has his breath stuttering. “Don’t hold back.” A desperate growl fills the air as Sy manhandles you onto your hands and knees, He doesn’t even have to say the words before you’re already presenting yourself for him, your back arching with your face buried in the sheets, and two big hands settle on your thighs to spread you out even more for him with your ass and pussy on full display. Your smell consumes him; all that he can think about is the taste of your arousal on his lips and how badly he needs to be inside you now. “Oh, pretty girl…” Sy groans, trailing his fingers along your slick cunt and smirking at the way you chase his touch with a needy whine. Two thick fingers tease your entrance in slow circles before sinking into you to the knuckle and Sy chuckled darkly as you writhed beneath him. “Gonna feel perfect ‘round my cock, aren’tcha?” “Pl-ease,” You stutter out and Sy seems to take pity in the desperation your voice holds for him. He hushes the disappointed sound you give at the loss of his fingers, his hands massaging at your hips soothingly. The scent of your heat and his rut permeate the air and curl around each other until they’re one, a combination of you both hanging in the air with a sense of finality. Of destiny. Sy knew he was right where he belonged, where he was always supposed to be. He just had to reach out and take it. Twin groans fall from you both when he finally presses his cock against you, only pausing a moment before pushing into you in one long, slow thrust. Fuck, you knew he was big, could tell by the way he fit in your hand alone that it would be a stretch to fit him inside of you, but you didn’t expect… this. To feel so full, like you could feel him in your stomach. Instinct has you arching further into him, enticing him to move, to fuck you quick and hard. A warm hand settles at the nape of your neck and squeezes, holding you firmly to the bed, and your body and mind both melt into a submissive haze. If the authority that he holds in that one simple movement wasn’t enough to have you following his every command, his words that follow definitely would’ve. “Stay still, little Omega.” He growls out, his chest plastered to your back as he settles his large frame over you. The sharp nip of his teeth against your shoulder makes you shudder. “I’ll give you what you need, don’t you worry. Gonna knot this pretty pussy, make you mine.” Sy fucks you just like that - towering over you with his hand clamped on your neck, kissing and licking and biting his fill of your soft skin. You were expecting him to fuck you rough and fast right from the jump, but his first thrusts are slow and precise, and it takes a moment for your heat crazed mind to realize he’s savoring this. He’s taking the time to memorize how your cunt feels around him while he still can, before his rut fully takes him from his careful and calculating self to a pussy-drunk and needy Alpha that wants nothing more than his sweet Omega underneath him. Slapping sounds fill the room as he quickens the pace, your slick coating his cock and making it easy for him to slide in and out of your velvety walls. You can feel his heavy balls slapping against your pussy, you let out pornographic moans and he continues to force your face into the bed by your neck. You’ve always wanted this, craved it ever since you were a hormonal teen, just wanting to be taken apart by a strong alpha. his fingers find your clit. A groan falls from his lips at the way your cunt flutters around him at his stimulation and you feel the first signs of his control crumbling in the way he thrusts into you sharply. “Alpha,” You whine, your voice low and pleading so very softly for him. “Please, I need you, need your knot -” The world falls out from under you as Sy pulls out suddenly, the exact opposite of what you were searching for, but you can’t voice your disdain before you’re on your back, blinking surprised up at a wild feral looking Sy. He doesn’t waste time slamming back inside you, fucking you hard without warning. “Perfect fuckin’ Omega,” Sy spits out like he’s enraged, but you keen beneath him nonetheless, pressing your legs to your chest as pleasure sparks across your skin. “Lettin’ me fill you up, takin’ me just like your s’posed to.” He growls, making you succumb deeper to a submissive state, making it known to Sy he can do whatever he wants, your body is his. Sy bends down sucking on one of your nipples, you moan as even more pleasure fills your body from the sensitivity of your nipples. You look down, watching as his fat cock thrusts in and out of you, his pubic hair getting wet from your slick. His balls tightening with each thrust. Thoughts of him rubbing his balls over your face fills your mind, but was quickly interrupted as Sy slightly changes the position. He holds your body closer, your tits pressed against his sweaty hairy chest. His tip is repeatedly hitting against the sensitive spot deep inside of you, you know he’s not ready to let up just yet, but you’re too on edge to hold on. “Sy, I-I’m gonna–” “I can smell it,” he groans, mouth your neck just above where your bond mark would be as he sucks harshly on it.  A string of cuss words falls from your lips as your eyes clamp shut, relishing in your release as your pussy spasms around his cock. His movements don’t slow either – his pace is still erratic, plummeting into you at an ungodly rate. His hand grips your jaw suddenly, not enough to hurt but enough to get your attention through the haziness overtaking your mind. “Gimme those eyes, thaaaat’s it… you love this, don’tcha? All cock drunk and pretty for me, huh?” The praise washes over you like a salve to your aches and you open your mouth when his thumb drifts over your bottom lip, watching the way his eyes darken as you lick the tip of his thumb. Sy eagerly lets you draw it between your lips, even sliding it in and out like he would if he were fucking your mouth, and he lets out a low, “ah, fuck,” You can feel the flare of his growing knot catching with his every thrust. “Cum for me again, Omega,” His voice carries the undeniable thread of Alpha dominance, a command that cannot be denied even if you wanted to. Your body shakes beneath him as his fingers threaten to send you directly into over-stimulation, unable to keep your eyes open under the fire of pleasure blazing through your body. Sy’s face falls to your neck where your head is thrown back into the pillows and he greedily takes in your pleasure-drenched scent. “That’s my good girl, so fuckin’ good for me. Fuck.” “Sy,” You whimper his name so sweetly as you tangle your fingers in his hair and it sends him over the edge into a devastating orgasm. His growl is more animal than man as his knot locks him inside of you. He buries his head and finds the crook of your neck, breaking the flesh as his sharp teeth sink into your skin, claiming you as his. Screams blow past your lips, your chest tightens in pain, loving and hating the sensation all at once. Relief takes over once his tongue meets the small incisions made on your skin, his saliva filling the holes and alleviating the wounds as he licks up the blood. “That’s it ‘mega. Doing so good for me. So perfect for your Alpha.” Your heart flutters at his claim, have never felt as close to anyone as you do right now. You start to get overwhelmed with emotion as tears begin to fill, the connection between you and Sy binding stronger than ever and you couldn’t be happier. It felt like you were floating in thin air. Your body is unable to focus on any pain right now. Sy sucks the bond mark, easing the pain. “C’mon, ‘mega, bite me. Gotta mark me, too, Darlin’, c’mon,” He urges and for a moment you think your muddled mind is making you hallucinate. It isn’t exactly unheard of, an Alpha accepting their Omega’s mark, but it isn’t common, either. An alpha accepting a bite mark showcases an alpha submission and devotion to their omega. Your heart flutters in your chest as you lean up to kiss his neck before giving him a matching mark, right above his collarbone. Sy lets his mind run on that primal instinct of cleaning and caring for his mate, carefully licking the mark he left seared into your skin. It takes a moment’s shuffling, but Sy shifts until he’s got you settled on his chest to wait out his knot. It’s endearing, the way his hands rub up and down your bare back soothingly. His balloon size knot spurting out warm cum inside of you, you moan at the sensation and Sy growls lightly. Soft kisses slowly turned into licks, you were a little confused “what are you doing?” “Cleaning you up,” he answers calmly, his even more heightened senses finding nothing strange with this method of aftercare. You’re too immersed in your thoughts to question him any further; if this is what his alpha side was telling him to do then so be it. It goes on like that for a few days. In between the desperate bouts of fucking and sucking, Sy insists you let him feed you. Little bites of fruits and the protein rich heat snacks you kept around for this very scenario, held up to your lips by your insistent Alpha. The one time you tried to sneak from your bed while he slept ended with you fucked and knotted over the kitchen island. And even though it was a slightly uncomfortable position to be stuck in… It’s everything you want, everything you’ve ever wanted without even realizing it.

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Between the Lines

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: office au, office romance, angst, strangers(?) to lovers, C-workers to Lovers, fluff towards the end

Summary: Y/n faces unexpected turmoil as she discovers that her new collaboration partner in the office is none other than Kim Mingyu, a figure from her college past associated with painful rumors. As they navigate their professional collaboration, Mingyu's persistent attempts to break through Y/n's guarded demeanor unravel a history of misunderstandings and hurtful rumors.

Warnings: slow burn-ish, reader is bullied in college, puckering of lips against each other, let me know if I missed anything

Word Count: ~3k

A/N: Happy Carat's Day! This is my first ever fic and I am not sure how this will go. This story is just an idea that has been in my drafts for ages. I hope you like it!

The harsh hum of the photocopier and the distant murmur of office life formed the backdrop as I stared at my screen, which had just received a notification of an email. The subject line sent a ripple of anticipation through me: "Collaboration Partner Assignment."

Opening the email, my eyes quickly scanned the details. I braced myself for the revelation, but nothing could have prepared me for the name that leaped off the screen – Kim Mingyu. My stomach churned, though I couldn't pinpoint why. Maybe it was the mounting pressure of the project or the unfamiliarity of working with someone from another company. A wave of discomfort washed over me as memories of college days resurfaced, memories I had long buried because of the same name! But it couldn’t be him, right?

I had hoped to leave the shadows of the past behind, but fate had different plans. Mingyu, a name that had once been sY/nonymous with popularity and my own insecurities, was now set to become an integral part of my professional life.

Navigating the familiar hallways towards the designated meeting room, my steps carried the weight of unspoken history. The door creaked open, revealing Mingyu already seated, his eyes lifting from a set of project documents to meet mine. A knowing smile played on his lips, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within me. It was him, Kim Mingyu!

"Y/n, right?" he said, extending a hand in greeting. "I'm Mingyu. Looks like we're going to be partners on this project."

I hesitated for a moment before accepting the handshake. "Yes, Y/n. Nice to meet you."

The sterile hum of the office's fluorescent lights set the stage for a reunion neither of us had anticipated. Mingyu, a name echoing through the corridors of my past, now sat across from me in a conference room. His smile seemed to mock my silent discomfort, reminiscent of college days where he effortlessly commanded popularity, and I existed on the fringes.

"Ready to dive into this project together?" Mingyu's voice snapped me back to the present, his expression oblivious to the tumult of memories that threatened to overwhelm me.

"Sure," I replied, my voice masking the unease within. The corporate battleground was familiar, but the arrival of Mingyu resurrected a dormant storm.

As we settled into the collaborative routine, Mingyu's attempts to get to know me became increasingly apparent. In team meetings, he'd throw casual questions my way, trying to unearth the person behind the professional facade.

"So, Y/n, any exciting plans for the weekend?" he'd ask, a playful twinkle in his eye.

"Same as always," I'd reply, nonchalant. I wasn't one to divulge personal details easily.

But Mingyu was persistent, undeterred by my guarded responses. "Come on, Y/n, there must be something you enjoy doing outside of work. Hobbies? Interests?"

His inquiry probed deeper than the surface, seeking to unravel the layers I had meticulously wrapped around myself. "Not really," I'd brush off, maintaining a stoic demeanour.

In the break room, he'd invite me to join him for a coffee, hoping to chip away at the walls I'd built. "Coffee break, Y/n? It's on me," he'd offer, a friendly smile playing on his lips.

"Thanks, but I prefer working through breaks," I'd decline, my gaze fixed on the computer screen.

Mingyu, always the optimist, remained undeterred by my cool demeanour. "Alright, next time then," he'd say, masking any disappointment that might have lingered beneath the surface.

Our interactions, or lack thereof, became a dance of casual questions met with guarded replies. It wasn't that I didn't notice Mingyu's efforts – I did. The truth was, I had carefully crafted my isolation, and I wasn't eager to let anyone in.

One day, as we reviewed project details, Mingyu tried a different approach. "Y/n, we make a good team, you know? But it would be even better if we understood each other a bit more. What do you say?"

His words held a sincerity that caught me off guard. Maybe it was the vulnerability in his eyes or the genuine desire to bridge the gap. I sighed, relenting just a bit. "Look, Mingyu, it's nothing personal. I'm just here to get the job done."

He nodded, understanding but undeterred. "Fair enough, Y/n. I respect that. Just know, I'm here if you ever want to talk."

The unspoken hurt lingered beneath the surface, but Mingyu never let it show. His attempts to befriend me continued, even if they were met with my persistent nonchalance.

In another attempt to connect, he invited me to a team dinner. "Y/n, we've been working together for a while now. Let's celebrate our progress. What do you say?"

I hesitated, then finally relented, "Fine, but just for a little while."

As the evening unfolded, I found myself in an unexpected situation – Mingyu's infectious charm gradually wearing down my defences. We laughed, shared stories, and for a brief moment, the professional barriers faded.

In the midst of the camaraderie, Mingyu leaned in and said, "See, Y/n? We're not that different after all."

I couldn't help but smile, the walls I had so carefully constructed showing signs of cracking. Mingyu's efforts were slowly paying off, breaking through the layers that shielded me from the world.

As we left the restaurant that night, I couldn't deny the shift in dynamics. Mingyu, once an unwelcome intruder from the past, had become a persistent presence in my present – a presence I was starting to appreciate, even if I wasn't quite ready to admit it.

The echoes of our team dinner lingered in the air as Mingyu and I left the restaurant. Laughter and camaraderie had briefly bridged the gap, but as we stepped back into the office building, I retreated into my familiar shell. The nonchalant exterior was my armour, and I wore it with practised ease.

Days passed, and Mingyu's efforts to break through my walls persisted, but my responses remained unchanged – short, guarded, and distant. The unspoken hurt beneath his eyes grew more evident with each interaction, until one day, frustration etched across his face.

As I sat at my desk, engrossed in my work, Mingyu approached, a determined expression on his face. "Y/n, we need to talk. Meet me in the meeting room in fifteen minutes," he said, his voice carrying a firmness I hadn't heard before.

I raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanour. "Sure, whatever," I replied, my tone as indifferent as ever.

The meeting room, a neutral ground for professional discussions, now became the stage for an unexpected confrontation. As I entered, Mingyu was already there, his arms crossed, and a look of frustration etched across his features.

"What's your deal, Y/n?" he began, his voice tinged with a mix of anger and hurt. "I've been trying to get to know you, to be a good teammate, but every attempt is met with this... this wall you've built. What are you so afraid of?"

I sighed, my nonchalant facade momentarily faltering. "Mingyu, I'm not afraid of anything. I'm just here to work, not make friends."

His frustration bubbled to the surface. "You don't have to make it so difficult, Y/n. We're part of the same team, working towards the same goal. Why can't we at least get along?"

I leaned back in my chair, the familiar defences back in place. "Getting along is not a requirement for getting the job done."

Mingyu's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and disappointment. "It's not just about the job, Y/n. We spend a significant portion of our lives working together. Why make it miserable for both of us?"

His words struck a chord, a brief pang of guilt flickering within me. But I couldn't let him see it. "Mingyu, I have my reasons for keeping things professional. Let's just focus on the project and leave it at that."

He leaned in, his frustration giving way to a determination that mirrored the spark in his eyes. "Fine, Y/n. If that's how you want it, we'll keep it strictly professional. But know that it doesn't have to be this way."

Mingyu's proposal hung in the air, and for a moment, I considered the possibility of a truce – a ceasefire in the silent war that had defined our collaboration. The weight of his words pressed upon me, and I decided to break the stoic facade, if only for a moment.

"Fine," I responded, my tone betraying a hint of resignation. "Let's keep it professional."

As the days passed, our interactions adhered to the newfound agreement. Work discussions unfolded without the previous tension, and the strained atmosphere began to ease. However, beneath the surface, the unspoken distance lingered, a reminder of the unresolved history that bound us.

Late one evening, as the office lights flickered in the waning hours, Mingyu and I found ourselves alone in the workspace. The hum of computers and distant traffic outside seemed to amplify the silence between us. Mingyu broke the quiet, his voice softer than before.

"Y/n, there's something I need to know. The tension between us... is it just about work, or is there something more?" His gaze bore into mine, a silent plea for honesty.

I hesitated, contemplating whether to unravel the layers that guarded my past. In that moment, I decided to breach the unspoken barrier. "It's not just about work, Mingyu. There's history – a rumour that tainted my college years, and I believed you were behind it."

His eyes widened, a mix of surprise and realisation flickering across his features. "Rumour? What rumour are you talking about?"

College, a realm of possibilities, unfolded before me. Amid vibrant campus life, I preferred solitude, finding solace in the quiet corners of the library. My routine, a sanctuary, was disrupted when a rumor about me and Mingyu, the campus heartthrob, began to circulate.

Whispers painted a false picture – a rejected proposal, a scornful comment. The rumor, like wildfire, labeled me as the girl who dared to confess, only to face ridicule. My once-unnoticed existence transformed into isolation as judgmental gazes and hurtful labels became my companions.

The most painful aspect was the misunderstanding – the lie that branded me a loner, rejected and ridiculed. The library, my refuge, now felt like a glass house, the rumor exposing me to the harsh scrutiny of others.

Mingyu, oblivious to the storm, continued his life, while I bore the weight of fabricated rejection. The rumor, a dark shadow, cast a long-lasting mark on my college experience. The isolation, self-imposed or not, became my reality.

"The one where it was said I proposed to you in college, and you rejected me, saying you'd never date a loner like me," I confessed, my voice holding the weight of years of perceived betrayal.

Mingyu's expression shifted from surprise to understanding, a furrow forming on his brow. "Y/n, I never spread that rumor. In fact, I had no idea it existed until now. In fact, I wanted to be friends with you back then and expressed it to some of my friends!"

My defenses faltered as the revelation sank in. The narrative I had carried for years, the resentment that fueled our strained collaboration, crumbled like a fragile facade. "But... why would someone spread such a thing?"

Mingyu's eyes softened with sincerity. "I don't know, Y/n. But I promise you, it wasn't me. I regret that you went through that, and I wish I could've been there to clarify things."

The weight of the misunderstanding hung heavy in the room. Mingyu's admission brought forth a vulnerability I hadn't expected, and the unspoken tension that defined our collaboration began to unravel. As we navigate the murky waters of our shared history, the silence transformed into a hesitant dialogue.

"Maybe," he began, choosing his words carefully, "we can move past this together. Start anew, without the burden of misunderstandings."

In the quiet office, Mingyu and I shared a moment where words seemed unnecessary. His hand found mine, a gentle intertwining of fingers that spoke volumes. Leaning in, he kissed me with a tenderness that felt like an unspoken apology.

The kiss was slow, each movement deliberate, as if time itself had slowed down. Mingyu's lips met mine in a dance of connection, a soft exploration that conveyed a shared understanding. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a promise – a promise to let go of the past and embrace the possibility of something new.

As our lips lingered in the gentle exchange, the weight of misunderstandings lifted. Mingyu's touch, comforting and sincere, became a bridge that spanned the distance between us.

The air shifted after the shared kiss, the unspoken tension replaced by a newfound understanding. Mingyu, eyes reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity, gently pulled away, creating a space for words to bridge the lingering gap.

"Y/n," he began, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken sentiments, "there's something I'd like to propose."

I met his gaze, a silent invitation to continue.

"How about we take a step into the present? Leave the office behind for a while, just you and me. What do you say to a dinner? A date, maybe?" Mingyu's words hung in the air, a simple yet profound invitation.

The corners of my lips twitched into a hesitant smile, the remnants of the emotional whirlwind we had just weathered. "A date?" I echoed, the word carrying a hint of both surprise and curiosity.

Mingyu nodded, his eyes holding a hopeful gleam. "Yes, a date. No work, no misunderstandings – just two people sharing a meal and getting to know each other beyond the confines of the office."

The idea, once foreign, now seemed like a welcome proposition. A chance to rewrite the script, explore the uncharted territories of this evolving connection. "I suppose a dinner sounds nice," I conceded, the tension replaced by a sense of openness.

His face broke into a radiant smile, the lines of relief and excitement mingling. "Great! How about tomorrow night? I know a place not far from here. Casual, nothing too fancy. What do you think?"

Tomorrow night – a prospect that carried the promise of a fresh beginning. I found myself nodding, the corners of my own lips forming a genuine smile. "Tomorrow night sounds good."

Mingyu's joy was palpable, and as he pulled out his phone to exchange details, the office surroundings seemed to fade into the background. In the quiet aftermath of a shared kiss, the invitation extended marked a turning point – a step away from the weight of the past and into the possibilities of the present.

As we finalised the plans, Mingyu's gaze held a promise – a promise of a date that transcended the ordinary, a date that hinted at the potential for something more. The unspoken tension that had defined our collaboration was replaced by the anticipation of a shared meal, laughter, and the uncharted journey that lay ahead.

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Under The Stars

Prompt 23: Cock Warming Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: When you return home late from work, you notice that your boyfriend is acting really strange. And soon, you will discover the sweet reason why... Warnings: Cock Warming And A TON Of Fluff... 🤭 Word Count: 1.4k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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I had just returned home from work after a long and busy day. It wasn't my intention to work late, but I was relieved that Syzoth was more than understanding when I called him to bear the news. It was a fairly ordinary day, and yet I had a feeling about something—like something very special was meant to happen.

Yawning to relieve some of my exhaustion, I ignored the feeling as I unlocked my door, just wanting to hug my boyfriend. But to my surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. I threw my keys on the kitchen counter and then locked the door before going on a hunt to find my man.

But it didn't take too long to find him, because then I walked into my living room to see Syzoth pearing out the window intently. I watched him for a moment as he stared beyond the glass, as if he were looking for something in the sky.

After a few minutes, I could see his expression change—through the reflection of the glass—from concentrated to excited as he exclaimed in a hushed tone, "Yes!"

"Whatcha looking at?" I asked as an amused smirk toyed on my lips. The Zaterran jumped, spinning around on his heels to face me with a sheepish grin.

"H-H-Hi, sunshine! J-Just admiring how clear the sky is tonight." He greeted me, eyes blown wide, not daring to blink once as his face flushed like his hand got caught in the cookie jar.

"Is that so?" I questioned as I raised a brow, not at all believing his excuse.

"Mmhmm!" He hummed as he began fiddling with his hands. From excitement? Anxiety? Who knows? But then he chose to turn the conversation around, raising his arm and holding his hand out for me to take. "Come with me for a moment."

It was an odd request, but he seemed so eager that I couldn't turn it down. Chuckling nervously, I took his hand.

Quickly, he began pulling me along with him towards my apartment door. Though this behavior from my boyfriend was odd—to say the least—I was going to humor him regardless. Clearly, something was going on behind my back and a part of me was eager to learn what it was.

"Come on," Syzoth said as he took me down the hallway, towards the staircase that led to the next floor.

To say I was confused was an understatement, especially when we reached the very top of the stairs and he began walking—with my hand still in his own—in the direction of the door that led to the roof.

"Syzoth, what's going on?" I asked and he squeezed my hand tightly, as if he expected me to let go or pull away.

"Just trust me and follow!" He chuckled as if my confusion was the cutest, most ridiculous thing in the world to him.

When we finally reached the roof, I was even more surprised to see several blankets laid out on the floor. It was almost as if they formed some sort of warm nest. Beside said nest, there was a basket that seemed to be filled with all sorts of candies and snacks as well.

"What is this?" I muttered lowly since I was too focused on my surroundings to speak. That's when Syzoth placed both hands on my shoulders, spinning me around to face him once more.

"Happy anniversary! I thought we could stargaze tonight as we snuggle up together in these blankets!" Syzoth exclaimed proudly, and my heart both pumped harder with love for the man and leaped into my throat due to the sudden realization that I had forgotten such an important milestone in our relationship.

"Sy, I don't know what to say." I said as my expression turned somber. "I... I didn't get you anything in return."

"Oh, that's ok! That isn't what this is about at all. This is actually more of a bonding experience." He smiled lovingly. I cocked my head with a questioning look set in my eyes, so he decided to elaborate. "Lay down and pull up your skirt."

"Huh?!" I gasped, astonished by what he was asking of me.

"Just trust me on this." He shook his head as a hushed giggle left his lips.

Reluctantly, I did as he said. After hearing the metal sounds of a belt buckle being undone, Syzoth laid down beside me and waisted no time before lifting me up in his strong arms and setting me down so I laid flat on top of him. I was comfortable, but then I felt something between my legs and glanced down. My eyes then widen as they focus on the large cock being hugged between my thighs.

Syzoth then throws one of the blankets on top of us, and then his hands sunk below it to grab his member and line it up with his hole. Sex was the last thing I expected right now, but I wasn't complaining. He slowly pushed all inches within my canel, and my lips parted with a breathless moan as he stretched me out. 

He held still for a moment, which I expected. Being way bigger than me, Syzoth always made it a priority to wait for me to adjust to him before ever thrusting his hips once. But then that moment of waiting lasted for a couple of minutes, those minutes eventually leading to even longer. Confused again, I glanced up at my lover to see him gazing at the stars as a sweet smile curled his lips.

"Syzoth?" I spoke up, my voice breaking the silence. He responded with only a soft hum. "Why aren't you moving?"

"I thought it would be nice if we just enjoyed each other's warmth for awhile." He murmured as his arms snaked around me tightly.

The thought never occurred to me, but damn if it wasn't the sweetest thing I had ever heard. Realizing how loved I felt in this moment, I found myself grinning, genuinely happy and content in this moment. Looking back up at the stars, I thanked the heavens for having a man in my life who truly loved me. I couldn't have been more grateful for him being in my life.

I counted each shimmering star in the sky as I relished in the warmth of his embrace and the feeling of his member twitching within my fluttering walls. It was a perfect moment.

"All these beautiful stars in the sky, and not a single one of them is nearly as stunning as you." Syzoth murmured softly in my ear, his warm breath fanning the tender flesh as his thumbs began to gently caress my sides. "I never would have dreamed to find a woman as perfect as you, and yet here you are, in my arms on a beautiful night like this. I truly am so lucky."

I then turned my gaze from the stars to him. I stared into his loving, lime-colored eyes as tears of joy pricked my own. Everything in this moment felt too perfect—good to be true.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming." I demanded softly as I lifted my hand to rake it through his soft hair.

Then he leaned in so his lips were just barely grazing the shell of my ear. Between gentle breaths that warmed my skin, I heard him whisper in the sweetest tone I had ever heard. "This is not a dream, sunshine—this is a dream come true."

Once he pulled away just enough to stare into my eyes again, I quickly pressed my lips to his, sealing them into a passionate kiss. My heart fluttered with pure love for this man. It blew my mind how anyone could treat him as if he were nothing more than a freak. Because to me, he was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. And I swore that his soul was brought down from the heavens when he was born into the world. He truly was the greatest gift life had ever given me.

"I love you, Syzoth." I proclaimed after pulling back from our kiss to gaze into his soft orbs once more.

"I love you too, (Y/N)." He whispered back before placing another sweet kiss on my forehead.

We then gave our attention back to the sky. Soon after, a shooting star beamed across the black canvas above us. Though I did not make any wishes, because in reality, I had all that I ever wanted right with me in the moment.

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#mortal kombat 1 #mk1 #mortal kombat reptile #mk reptile #reptile #reptile x reader #mortal kombat syzoth #mk syzoth #syzoth #syzoth x reader #kinktober 2023 #SinnamonsSpicyFics

[deandoesthingstome]

Heart Wide Open

Pairing: Syverson x Fem!reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: just some talk about sexual situations, a little pining

A/N: There is a lot going on that isn’t Syverson these days, but this just came to me in a haze and I wanted to write it down and send it off to the world. Much like this letter you decided you needed to write to the guy you spent a few weeks with before he shipped out. It was no big deal, right?

Dear Sy,

I hope it’s okay that I'm writing. You said I could if I wanted to. It was weird addressing the envelope (yes, I addressed the envelope before I started this letter; I was nervous. Sue me.) Writing your full name, I mean. You said I could just call you Sy, but I’m doubting the US Army knows how to find you by just Sy. 

Or maybe they do.

Anyway. I was thinking about you the other day, in the oddest place. I mean, it’s not an odd place for me. Just a strange place to be thinking about you. I was at the yoga studio for an evening class. It was one of those “hippy dippy” classes you liked to tease me about. Not the power flow classes that you almost respected, but the slow, stretchy, touchy-feely one with the real quiet voices and everything on the ground.

Anyway. I started thinking about the way your fingers and lips danced over my skin when you had me naked on my back. The way you held the swell of my tits in your hands. The way it felt when you kissed my lips and then my neck, down my chest and onto my belly. The way you didn’t hesitate at all between my legs. I remembered the way it felt every time you sank your hips against mine and pressed into me, rocking with some kind of magic that let you hold on while I let go, over and over again.

I wonder how long this letter is going to take to get to you and where you’ll be when it arrives. Will you be able to read it in privacy? God I hope so. Maybe I should rip this up and start again.

Except I can’t, because I wanted to tell you how I think about what it’ll be like for you when you get this letter. If maybe you’ll be able to stay quiet in your bunk. Or maybe you have a private room somehow. Because I hope that when you read about the way I think about you, you’ll think about me, too. And maybe, while you’re reading this, you’ll need to unbutton your pants while you think about the way I used to take you between my lips. And maybe you’ll try to imagine it’s my hand wrapped around you.

God I hope you weren’t kidding about all those times you shifted me up and over your chest so I could settle right down on your tongue and let you make me scream again while I held onto the headboard. You said you liked doing that and I definitely like having it done, so maybe that’s something you’ll think about. 

God, Sy, I fucking miss you so much. Maybe I’m not supposed to say that this soon. But I do. I know I’m probably not supposed to say a lot of these things in this letter. (Fuck, does the military read your letters like you were in prison? God I hope not!) 

But I just can’t stop myself from telling you how I feel. I held back when you left. I didn’t want to make you nervous. Like you owed me anything. But I really like you, Sy. I never thought I’d say that about someone like you. But you made it so easy to look past our differences and find the things we had in common, even if just for that short amount of time. 

I know it was just a little companionship before you left. I mean, that’s all we said it would be. But I think about you all the fucking time, and I miss you.

I know I’m supposed to keep it light. Talk about the day to day so you can keep a little of home in your head.  Okay, but when I think about telling you about the new restaurant they opened up downtown, all I can imagine is taking you there when you get home. (Yes, fine, I know. Letting you take me there when you get home. Whatever.) I think you’d like it, Sy. It’s pretty all-american food but in a nicer-than-a-bar atmosphere. And I know, there’s nothing wrong with a bar. It is, afterall, where we met. 

But I wondered if the end of the night would turn out the same if you took me home from this restaurant instead of from the bar. If you’d still want to tear my clothes off as soon as we stepped over the threshold and locked the door. If I’d have to remind you to keep it down for the neighbors before I just gave up and joined you, funny looks in the parking lot be damned.

If we’d even make it to the bedroom, or if you’d take me bent over on the couch first, the way you did that first night. I really fucking liked that. Did I tell you that? I’m sure I did, but just in case. Sy. You can fuck me bent over the couch any time you want. 

Shit, there I go again. I should really rip this up and start over. Except you said I could say anything I wanted if I decided to write. Come to think of it, why did you ask me to write? We said we were keeping it light, and I didn’t want to scare you off, but something about the way you asked me to write…Should I have said something sooner? Before you got on that bus?

Fuck. Okay. So I’m supposed to tell you about the everyday. But my everyday was always so much different than your everyday, remember? It was a fluke I was at that bar that night. An out of town friend who had a thing for military guys. We were just out catching up. I figured we’d have a few drinks, she’d find someone to shack up with, and I’d send her on her way with his details on a piece of paper in case she didn’t make it home the next day. 

God I was so uncomfortable there. I couldn’t believe she’d talked me into it. And I was about to turn around and walk out when you walked in. Remember? How could you forget? I crashed right into you. And you apologized even though it was so clearly my fault, and you bought me and my friend a round and sat with us while you waited for your buddies.

I swear, Sy. I had no idea she’d take both of them home that night, leaving you all alone with little old me. But you didn’t care. We closed that bar down. I never do that.  And after you came home with me that night, after you took me on that couch, and then the bed, and later in the shower before you left? You called me. 

God I’m really stupid, aren’t I? Telling you all this like you weren’t there. But in writing this all down, I’m seeing so many signs I must have just willfully ignored. You made time for me, over and over again even though you were getting ready to ship out. Was I that reserved, maybe even a little standoff-ish, that you worried if you came on too strong, I’d run? Is that why you said, “just a bit of fun, okay?” To make it easier for me? 

Hey, when you come back, we should go to dinner. Maybe a movie. I know a great place to go hiking. Sy, I want to spend more time with you. I guess that’s what this letter is all about. And I know I started off talking about how well you fucked me, and I mean that for sure. But I want you to know I really liked our times together even when we weren’t fucking. I liked talking with you about the things we agree and disagree on. I liked seeing you laugh. I loved it when you made me laugh. 

Shit. I think I really fucked this up, Sy. I know I was supposed to keep it light. But I just can’t. I want you to know, so there’s no misunderstanding. I’m waiting for you to come back. I’ll keep an eye on the mail, too. If you write back and tell me I read it all wrong, I mean, it’ll suck, but I’ll respect that. 

But I couldn’t let you go on over there thinking there wasn’t anyone back home thinking about you and wishing you well every night. That yoga class the other day? Her theme was heart openers. Every pose, designed to drop the collarbones away from the chest and open up the space. I guess that’s how I got to thinking about you. During the meditation, she invited us to send love first to ourselves, then to someone we care about, and finally even to someone we don’t particularly care about. 

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But when it was someone I care about, I sent my love to you, Sy. I’m sending it to you now. I’ve got my heart wide open for you. I hope you want it.

Part 2

#captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson fic #syverson fanfiction #syverson x reader #heart wide open #henry cavill characters #mine #deandoesthingstome

[strawbsj]

That soyeon fic was so good I love your works sm 🥹 I’m not sure if you’re taking requests right now but can you do reader asking stepsis soyeon how to eat pussy properly and sy just eating her out on her bed?

Aww, thank you so much love! I really appreciate that!!💋🤭

Pairings: Stepsis Soyeon x fem reader!

Warning: pussy eating, cum eating, reader gets caught masturbating, Soyeon smokes, drinks etc… , stepsis x stepsis, fuck girl Soyeon, not proofread, typos, fingering,Oral, and just pure smut!!

Word count:1k (1,047)

Jwans note: I’m sorry babe! I posted this late😭 hope you still enjoy!!😘

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Whatever the fuck you are feeling for your stepsister soyeon wasn’t something normal to feel. As soon as Soyeon walked into your life, you couldn’t help but drool at her.

To say she was unbelievably hot was an understatement. The way she took the joint between her fingers while blowing the steam off her lungs never failed to make your panties drenched. Or the way the smoke found its way to your nose, intoxicating you.

Her room always smelled like weed, cigarettes and alcohol, three things that ruined humans health but managed to make them feel the way too good but short euphorias. You honestly never liked the smell of this combination or even found anyone who smoked attractive, it was a big turn off for you. But the way this jumped out of the window as soon as you saw soyeon was crazy. It was only Soyeon who looked hot doing it.

One thing you disliked about Soyeon was the chicks that went in and out of her room every day. They went inside with a little to no clothing and came out with one of her oversized shirts early in the morning, their hair open and their nipples pattern visible.

Now you might wonder, where was your parents? Your father and her mom met at their workplace, and since the wedding day they have been occupied with work and trips. So you meet them once every few months and Soyeon has all of the chances to be as rebellious as she wants. The jealousy would linger inside you every night, the way her bed was right against your bed, just a thin wall between it, you could hear every little noise those girls let out, how good Soyeon was fucking them.

You wished she could look at you the way she looked at those random chicks that visited every night, or maybe no, you don’t want to be a one night thing, you wanted her to actually feel something for you. Not just her stepsister who she can fuck with when she’s feeling extra freaky.

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You were laying flat against the soft cushioned surface while your fingers worked messily inside you. You huff in frustration, your fingers not giving you the satisfaction you desperately need. You tightly shut your eyes imagining Soyeon eating you out while her fingers worked inside you, your own hand found your cunt again and the scenario in your head and your fingers making it more pleasurable.

The scene that was playing in your head worked effectively and the knot in your stomach was soon untightening, your digits continued working sloppily and you started ranting Soyeons name continuosly.

"If you wanted me this bad you could have just asked princess!" Your eyes quickly opened and the embarrassment washes over you, your fingers never stopping nonethless. Without realizing your juices spill out of your hole, wetting the bedsheets and now the embarrassment is 10x worse. Wasn´t she supposed to be out with her friends?

You look everywhere but her face. Wanting to miss the shit eating grin. Her figure was leaning on the door frame. Her eyes were looking at you amused and the cigarette between her index and middle finger. The only thing you can smell now is the strangely arousing smoke smell. Slowly washing the shame away off your mind.

She walks towards your shivering frame, sitting at the edge of the bed, her eyes studying your features. "You have not been taken care of, and im here to make you feel so good, Princess!" she cups your face, her lust but tired filled eyes looking at your embarrased ones.

The ciggarette was at this point already wasted and she throws it somewhere deep in your room. She gently nudges your shoulder back, making you lay back. Your head deep into the pillows. She tries to position herself between your legs but you were quick to close them, feeling shy at someone seeing you this close.

“Open your legs for me baby. I want to take care of you!” She gripped your knees before spreading your legs apart. The sight in front of her got her head spinning. The excitement rushes through her body and without a warning, her tongue lays flat against your swollen clit. A shiver runs down your spine and you try to close your legs around her head. The pleasure too much. Her hand travels from your knees to grip your inner thighs, her strength making you unable to even move.

Her tongue starts lapping your clit while her other hand start to tease your hole. Spreading your gummy walls apart or thrusting inside to only pull out quickly. Her fingers leave your pussy and her tongue starts thrusting inside you. Your head sinks deeper into the pillow while you suck a deep breath in, your hand found her hair, tugging on it gently.

“F-fuck Soyeonie I want to know how to eat a pussy properly like y-you.” You managed to blurt out, she looks up at you with a big smug expression.

“I will show you how to eat a pussy properly baby!”

She dives back into your cunt, sucking on your aching bud harshly while her fingers started pounding your pussy again, curling them deep and slow. Hitting all of the spots that had you weak. The squelching and lewd sounds encouraging her to do better and your high pitched moans making her hump your bed, wanting some friction.

You raised your head up looking at what was happening. The sight was so fucking hot, better than what you have dreamed off, she was way too good, eating you like a starved woman.

She picked up her pace, now rough and fast, her long slender fingers managing to hit your g-spot effortlessly. You soon were over the edge and your cum covered her face, she licked you clean. The way your pussy was clenching and unclenching around her tongue only made her to go harder before letting you rest.

“You did so good for me baby.” Her thumb now caressed your cheeks while kissing the top of your head.

“Now it’s my turn to make you feel good!” You slid between her legs before copying everything she did to you, trying to make her feel good.

#jeon soyeon smut #jeon soyeon x reader #jeon soyeon #Jeon soyeon x fem reader #gidle soyeon smut #gidle smut #gidle x fem reader #gidle x reader #gidle soyeon #soyeon smut #soyeon x reader #soyeon x fem reader #soyeon #gidle

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Masterlist

Hello, yes, welcome to this list of things I have written. Most of it is smutty 18+ nonsense (and all of it is about Henry Cavill-shaped men), so if that's not you: turn around and walk away! This is not for you!

Don't copy, translate or otherwise post my work anywhere without my permission! I also explicitly forbid anyone to use my work to feed AI, that's gross and disrespectful, so please don't do the thing.

🍀- Drabble || 🌶 - Smut || 🍭- fluff || 🍷 - angst

Summary: The shenanigans of eight college guys who share a house...

(Mike, Charles, Napoleon, Sherlock, August, Sy, Marshall and Geralt - University Edition.)

Series Masterlist 🌶||🍭||🍷

Finished

Summary: Your weekend plans with August threaten to fall apart when it turns out he's been under a lot of stress. (Dom!August x fem!reader. )

Part 1 -- Part 2 -- Part 3 -- Part 4 -- Part 5 -- Part 6 🌶

Series summary: Life with Sy, what more can you wish for? The most amazing husband and father to a whole litter of cute little kids... Sometimes you wonder "how did you get here?" (Contractor!Sy x OFC (Lara))

🍂 Series masterlist 🍂 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

A reverse harem vampire AU ft. Mikey, Marshall, August and Sherlock

Series summary: Somehow, you've managed to live with your boyfriend and his roommates for months before finding out they're vampires, but the real shock first comes when they find out you have a special quality. A quality the guys would love to make use of...

🟣 Series masterlist 🟣 🌶 || 🍭 || 🍷

Summary: One of the best decisions August Walker ever made was sharing his princess with his college roommate Walter Marshall... (Dom!August Walker x reader // Dom!Walter Marshall x reader)

Part 1🔹Part 2🔹Part 3🔹Part 4🔹Part 5 🌶

Series summary: The cute barista from your regular coffeeshop takes a while to gather the courage to ask you out, but when he finally does... (Barista!Mike x reader)

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭 || 🌶

Series summary: A story about two people falling in love in a time when that wasn't necessarily what they were supposed to do. (Melot x ofc (Tamsyn))

Series Masterlist (finished) 🍭|| 🍷 || 🌶

Masterlist for all @henrycavillbingo entries!

A little short (August Walker x reader) - 🌶 Summary: You try to prove August Walker isn't the boss of you. Turns out he is, and you're screwed.

Puppy love (dad!August vs. Teen Daughter) - 🍭 Summary: August is not happy when his daughter first starts dating 'that Syverson boy'. Puppy love II (dad!Syverson & son!Mike) - 🍭 Summary: Sy really can't be all that bothered that Mike is dating August Walker's daughter...

In all fairness... (Walter Marshall x reader) - 🌶 Summary: It's date night, and you found the perfect outfit... In hindsight it may have been a little too perfect.

Pumpkin Spice (barista!Walter Marshall x librarian!reader) - 🌶 Summary: You finally manage to get a date with the handsome barista from your favorite coffeeshop.

Taking cues (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Your favorite bartender offers to teach you to play pool.

Tongue-tied (Mike x reader) - 🌶 Summary: Mike has always wanted to try to tie you up...

You deserve it (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: You’re feeling like shit, and Mike helps you feel less like shit. That’s it. That’s the plot.

Snowed in (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You were going to spend the weekend at your dad's cabin in the woods with your boyfriend, but he bails on you and leaves you - quite literally - out in the cold. Good thing your best friend's brother shows up...

Making a mess of Mikey (Mike x reader x Black!ofc) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little down in the dumps after a breakup, and you and your girlfriend try something to cheer him up that turns into a fun experiment.

Happy birthday (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike makes you breakfast on your birfthday...

Next door (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: This new guy next door is really bugging you... Until - yet another - noise complaint one night gets a happy ending.

Jersey (hockeyplayer!Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

🍀 Get wet (Mike x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: Mike is a little stumped that he made his girl squirt...

🍀 Not what you think (Mike x German!reader) - 🍭 || 🍷 Summary: When Mike comes home, you're looking to pick a fight. Until it turns out he hasn't been sneaking around. Well... Not like that, anyway.

🍀 Common fucking indecency (Mike x reader) - 🍭 Summary: Mike comes home from his exchange earlier than you expected, and you're real happy to see him.

Little brother AU Worth it (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter is babysitting his little brother Mikey while their mom is away for the weekend. He’s also on a date… Astraphobia (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍭 Summary: Walter doesn't have quite the night he had planned on when a thunderstorm scares both his girlfriend and his little brother... Sunday dinner (Walter Marshall & babybrother!Mikey) - 🍷 Summary: Walter visits Mike in his dorm after the death of their mother.

Baby, it's cold outside (Napoleon Solo x OFC) - 🌶 Summary: A stewardess recognises a certain Mr. Jack Deveny from her flight earlier in the day. He just so happens to be staying at her layover-hotel.

Body Double (Syverson) - 🍭 Summary: You need to clean your house, and you get a good friend to help you...

What's the occasion? (Syverson x reader) - 🌶||🍭 Summary: You come home from a terrible day at work, thinking you have about a thousand things still on your to do list, only to find your husband has taken care of all of that, and has also made you the first thing on his to do list. The next chapter (Syverson) - 🍷 Summary: You come home to an interesting situation...

Don't knock it till you try it (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Your friends Walter and Sy have offered to drive you home for the summer, and you have decided to turn it into a nice relaxed camping trip on the way...

Axes and O's (Syverson x reader x Walter Marshall) - 🌶 Summary: Sy invited you and Walter to his family's cabin, where you get to spend a few days alone with them before the holidays.

Fantasy AU

To become one (wood elf!Prince!Melot x dryad!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: The elven Prince Melot and his dryad lover share a lovely afternoon together in the forest.

What's in a name (wood elf!Prince!Mike x tiefling!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: At the wedding of his brother Melot, Mike is lured away by his little demon. A few months later, there is even more cause for celebration.

One of two kinds (werewolf!Geralt x halfling!Druid!OFC) - 🌶||🍭

Summary: When you find a wounded, new werewolf in the forest, you can't just leave him lying there. Perhaps the enormous man will turn out to be exactly what you needed...

#Raccoon-eyed-rebel's masterlist

[tinyidle]

not happy - khj x yn x jsy

a self-indulgent fic

wc: 4.3k

WARNING: smut, angst, pwp, vampire mafia au, poly relationship, tw: mentions of drug use, se*ual and physical assault (extremely minimal, since that's triggering for even me), harassment, graphic depictions of violence, death and bl**d (minimal), mentions of the (g)i-dle and ateez members, a lot of dialogue, nicknames: hj calls yn 'darling' and sy calls yn 'baby' while yn calls hj 'daddy' and sy 'mommy', punishment (cuckoldry), light bdsm (the b, d, s, and a small part of m), edging with a vibrator, orgasm denial, begging, unprotected sex (vampires can't get preggos, but hybrids can so-), overstimulation, dacriphyllia, creampie, reader (yn) passes out, aftercare (and some fluff if you can squint without hurting your eyes), harddom!hongjoong, vampire!hongjoong, b!gd¡ck!joong (you already knowww), mafia leader hongjoong, harddom!switch!soyeon, vampire!soyeon, mafia leader soyeon, sub!reader, vampirehybrid reader, fem reader, all fiction ofcofcOFC

𖤓 𒂭 𓊑 ¸ ⠀ ݊ 𖤛 𓈒◌ ⃝ ༩ ⠀𓈒 ✧ 𓊆 ◌⃘ 𓊇 ݁ ◍ ◌⠀ ׂ

before meeting you, they were enemies-- sworn to hate each other for the rest of their lives. the infamous male mafia group octet were rivals against the infamous female mafia group coronica.. no way were they ever going to get along. these leaders were feared in the city of seoul, and at night they ran their sides of the huge metropolis. that is, until they died.

both were deep into the drug business, meaning they would partake in things most druglords wished they could get their hands on. when one of the pills they took regularly happened to contain immortal bat blood as one of the ingredients, they didn't expect to fight over it when the dealer was telling the other that 'this leader had a hold on it first' for the last batch available at the time. they both killed the dealer, then turned their guns on the other. both were supposed to be fatal headshots.

waking up the next day was weird for them. they woke up in their respected gang pins, on their beds, craving for their pills instead of asking how they didn't die. but when they were told there weren't anymore, they resorted to taking human lives to survive. the two still hated each other, always attacking each other when one came into the other's view, despite living in such a massive city (blame that on their vampire vision). it felt like a never-ending cycle, but you somehow came into their lives.

they don't know how, but you just did. after they saw you when it was their feeding time (for some odd reason the drug they took before dying tied them together in terms of how they act digestively), they didn't want to eat you. in fact, they wanted to get to know you. they approached you and asked you to be their friend.

days turned into months, and soon you were dating the two mafia vampires. you were the catalyst of both rival gang leaders being cordial with each other now. every now and then, hongjoong would give soyeon the occasional hug, and every now and then, soyeon would give the occasional friendly smile. but it was you they loved, and it was you who loved them.

of course they told you about their past, but surprisingly to them you didn't seem to mind. you nonchalantly told them that the dealer they shot was your shit uncle who cared for nothing more than drug dealing. and you apparently were a vampire too; a hybrid by birth when you found out that your druggie of a mother was taking those dracula pills as well, almost causing you to die. after the icebreaker of each other's history, your life remained as normal as a polyamorous relationship amongst three vampires could be.

out of the three of you being around the same age, you're the only one who goes to school. despite being immortal, you wanted an education to become a product designer. all your life you wanted to leave the dangerous society you grew up in, and during your growing up you realized that you loved design. so, after looking at all the types of designers one could be, you decided on product design.

unfortunately, your adult life wasn't as grand as one would want it to be. despite being in your third year of university, trouble found you as a girl in your 3D art class harassed you for two weeks now. as you packed up your laptop and designer's tablet, the girl shoved your bag off the chair and unto the floor, nearly destroying what was already in your bag.

"hey!" you yelled, frustration and hurt pouring from your heart to your mouth. you needed those materials in order to pass any of your intensive classes. "those cost a lot!" you wanted to mention how your grades were dependant on them too, but that would be oversharing and would subject you to more bullying. she glared at you and began to walk away when suddenly you caught her arm.

"what do you think you're doing?" she said, struggling to get her arm off your grip. now, you had two choices at this point: say sorry to your bully and allow her to get away with her dangerous stunt, as you were already failing almost all your classes; or stand up for yourself in any way you could. you chose the latter.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, and spoke up for yourself for the first time since the girl started picking on you. "if i do whatever you want me to do tomorrow, will you leave me alone?"

the girl thought about this for a moment before smirking and nodding, prompting you to let her now numb arm go. "park, tomorrow afternoon at 2. don't be late," she instructed before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "or else you'll be fucked."

you shivered before nodding slowly, bashfully watching her as she left the nearly empty classroom.

even though you wanted so badly to protest, you had to be honest with yourself. you hated school at this point, you wanted to give yourself a well-needed break-- even if that meant ditching class for the day. you knew hongjoong and soyeon would be worried sick, but you also knew their vampire senses would find you. they always do.

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the next day, five pm. you were supposed to be at home two hours ago, yet there was no signs of you being even close to home. worried was an understatement. they knew this wasn't like you.

hongjoong paced back and forth while soyeon impatiently tapped her foot in your shared penthouse. "where the hell is she?" he huffed, pushing his sunglasses up his nose bridge before letting it fall down to the tip of it again.

soyeon pushed her trench coat back, pulling her own sunglasses down before answering with an annoyed tone. "i don't know, where do you think she is, wise guy?"

the man stopped in his footsteps, slowly walked towards the short, impatient lady, and stood over her just shy of a few inches. "i. don't. know. and your snarky remark isn't going to help us find her any faster."

as much as she wanted to bop the guy on the nose, soyeon knew better than to fight her indirect boyfriend for the missing nature of her girlfriend. standing up straight, she helped push hongjoong's glasses up before sighing and flattening invisible creases from his two-toned blazer. "look," she began before raising her manicured nails from his blazer to his pale-colored cheeks. "i would love to argue with you and have our baby break up the fight, but she's obviously not here to do that. i only care about you because i care about her, and i know you do too. im sorry i lashed out for no reason, but we got to figure out how we're going to find her without starting a fight."

slightly leaning into her touch, the man sighed himself before replying. "you're right. im sorry for being so worked up." hongjoong took soyeon's small, frigid palm and wrapped it around his own cold ones. "let's call the gang and have them search for her. she shouldn't be far."

soyeon nodded before the two made up with a hug. she pulled back a bit to ask a small question, "what if we find her and she did something stupid?"

hongjoong smirked, pulling back to give soyeon the tiniest peck on her forehead-- the first of its kind in their estranged relationship. "let's just say that when we find her, she'll be in for a treat."

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seven pm. you and the girl were at the swings, doing your best to settle your differences. key phrase 'did your best', because while you were trying to talk things out with her, she was too busy teasing you about your living situation and your lack of knack for school. when you two were walking to a vacant ice cream booth, she decided to shove you to the ground, pinning you down while you stared in shock.

she smirked as your eyes welled up with tears. "did you really think i was going to settle things with you?" you wanted to think there was some good in her, but she was simply cruel. you wished you never agreed to going out with her today. "remember when i told you that you'd be fucked if you didn't come to the park with me today?"

you nodded, tears now falling rapidly down your cheeks.

she leaned in and licked your ear, much to your disgust. "well, ive been seeing how cute you look. ill just fuck with you right now."

when you winced and mentally prepared for the worst, you heard a tight grunt before opening your eyes to see the girl above you. her eyes rolled to the back of her skull, and her body fell backwards as blood pooled on the floor. you were horrified as her smell permeated the ground, and you were worried you somehow killed her with your hybridity. but no, it wasn't you, it was the crew who found you. your partners' gangs.

mingi put his smoking gun down, blowing what remnants of it away. yuqi quickly bandaged and picked up the slowly decaying body in her arms before having it taken away by yunho and jongho. miyeon picked you up and dusted you off. "

"h- how did- how did you guys find me-"

"you're not hard to find, hybrie," minnie said as she walked up to you and miyeon. "our boss called us, their boss called them," she pointed to the boys wrapping up and pushing the body bag into the truck, "and we did what we did to find you."

miyeon held your cheeks and maneuvered your head around, checking to see any brusing in your face. "did she heard you? shuhua told me that you looked distressed while we were getting here."

you shook your head, wiping your tear-stained cheeks. "thanks, but im okay. just a girl who wanted something from me that i wouldn't have been able to give her."

"she WHATT?!?" you heard as soojin held shuhua back from the body bag in the open trunk of the black truck. "no way did this dead bitch try to molest her!"

"shhh, shuhua!" yeosang tried to hush her, which she landed a death glare at him. his eyes widened before he put his hands up in defense. "im sorry, but we've got to be quiet before somebody suspects something." the woman huffed before giving up on attacking the potential autopsy.

you looked at the bag and saw it slowly compressing. "what are you doing to her body?"

out of the trunk you saw seonghwa motioning to yeosang to get in, holding what looked like an IV tube that was covered dark red. as the man got in, wooyoung and san got out, explaining to the girls that they have you covered and will take you home.

once coronica and most of octet left, san led you to the back of their car as wooyoung went to the drivers' side. you again asked, "what did they do to her body?" you were worried you were going to get in trouble for a crime you were simply a victim of.

san turned to you as wooyoung focused on the road. "seonghwa and yeosang were draining her of all her fluid, particularly her blood, for our boss and the girls' boss to have."

"what?" you said, startled.

"don't speak too loud, please," wooyoung cautioned you. "i just got this license and im not going to get distracted."

the other man looked down and then back up to you, continuing to answer your previous question. "jongho and yunho cleaned up any remaining fluids from the park, and one of the girl's-- yuqi i believe-- wrapped up the wound she got from mingi shooting her."

you were shocked, to say the least. "but, why?"

wooyoung chuckled. "why? because she tried to take advantage of you, that's why. because if mingi didn't shoot her square in the back of the head, one of your boss girl's girls would've beaten her to death, making it extra hard to clean up any signs of foul play. soojin had to hold her down once she found out what we found out."

this was all too much for you, and you felt sick. "what will happen if the public finds out?"

driving into the penthouse area, wooyoung parked neatly before turning around to look at you with all the smugness in the world. "we're the biggest gangs in seoul. nobody will know what happened to her or how it happened. it'll be as if she-"

"-disappeared," san finished.

"exactly, san. vanished." wooyoung nodded.

you nodded before being escorted out the car and into the luxurious home. you saw yuqi and soojin talking to both hongjoong and soyeon, relaying all the information they acquired down to when you were pinned to the ground. as the two were intently listening to every word the women said, their senses detected you, turning to you in sync.

you hesitated before walking up to them and murmuring a small "hey." they nodded before waving you off to the shared bed space. as you went to the bed, you overheard wooyoung and san join in on the conversation, quickly turning the serious incident into a more loose chat mixed with some jokes here and there. you slowly got yourself ready for bed, and felt your eyes drifting to sleep.

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it was now the weekend morning, and you expected to have your boyfriend and girlfriend reprimand you, or at least scold you. instead, you woke up with your hands tied to your front. your night dress was still on, even your eye mask was secured over your eyes, but you could not move at all. you all talked about light bdsm and wanting to do it, but you didn't think that today would be the day for it.

when you became more-or-less comfortable in your state, you felt tiny, icy fingers take off your eye mask. what you didn't expect to see was a fully naked soyeon next to a fully naked hongjoong. both looked incredibly needy for you-- soyeon's nipples were hard while hongjoong's cock was fully erect-- but you could tell that they weren't going to touch you.

"darling," hongjoong spoke up first, his hands fiddling with something you couldn't recognize. you hope that it isn't you think it is. "you know better than to go somewhere without our permission. especially for so long. mommy and i were worried."

your eyes filled up with tears, "you were?"

soyeon nodded as hongjoong spread your legs open, taking off your underwear in the process. "the good thing is that our gangs caught you in time," she spoke as hongjoong pushed the lubricated toy into your center.

unfortunately it was what you thought it was.

the small toy started vibrating, and you shifted your gaze towards soyeon's fingers as she held a small remote. "the other good thing is that daddy and i settled our differences while you were gone. so we thought-" she paused, looking over at hongjoong to finish her sentence.

as you were doing your best not to squirm, you looked in awe as your boyfriend went behind your girlfriend, holding her waist in his hands before finishing the sentence. "-we should show you how much we actually like each other now."

the two turned to look at each other's face before planting a tantalizing kiss on each other's lips. well, tantalizing to you; cunning to them. "see, baby, you made daddy angry, but he doesn't believe you should be touched as punishment." soyeon pulled back from the man's lips as his hands wandered around her. "he mentioned to me how we never fucked, and how it would make you jealous for us to get together without you."

before she could continue explaining, her voice got caught in her throat as hongjoong pushed her towards your tied form, with the only thing you're seeing is soyeon breathing heavily as the man's icy hands spread her legs wide for his awaiting lips.

hongjoong then picked up where soyeon left off, "so i thought that, not only do you get what you want-- with us fucking with you present because im nice," he flashed a toothy grin, "but you also get punished because you cant touch yourself nor cum."

before you could even begin to protest, the remote notched up the power of the vibrator twice, making you whine. another whine could be heard, but you knew it wasn't yours. looking to the side, you saw as your girlfriend was getting thoroughly eaten out by your boyfriend. in any regular circumstances, you'd be inexplicably turned on, but now all you wanted to do was get your share of pleasure. pleasure not from a mechanical machine, but from your lovers.

while soyeon was moaning and panting from the vampire man's skillful tongue, she moved her eyes back to you. hongjoong brought his mouth away from soyeon, using one of his thumbs to circle her already engorged clit. "how does it feel, hmm mommy?" he breathed, moving up to nip and suck lightly on her nipples to gain her attention from you to him.

soyeon answered while still keeping contact with your pleading orbs, "good, fuck. so good. i want to cum." the man obliged and immediately plunged two fingers in her awaiting hole and leaned down to suck her clit. screaming, soyeon turned off the vibrator, cutting off your impending orgasm while hers kick-started. you sobbed because of the denial of it all while your girlfriend shuddered from the pleasure she just received.

allowing herself to come down, soyeon crawled, up to hongjoong before giving him a lustful kiss as you looked with want in your eyes. they treated you like you were both there and not there. even though you had tears in your eyes, you loved how they didn't acknowledge your presence, which they knew very well you'd love.

pushing your boyfriend down, your girlfriend kissed her way down his pale body until she reached his pelvis. "does daddy want to be sucked, or does he want to fuck mommy instead?"

hongjoong motioned for the remote, and once soyeon gave it to him and he turned it on to a pulse setting, you moaned aloud. he smirked before looking back at the smaller woman, nodding before confirming to "suck daddy off."

you wanted so badly to protest, that soyeon should be encouraging you to give hongjoong head, not for you to be helpless while she gave him head. you had dreams of you and your mommy sharing daddy's cock-- but unfortunately, because of your bad behavior, that dream will have to stay a dream until the next session.

as soyeon bobbed on the man's head and even deep-throated him a few times, you were shaking in excitement, hoping that they would have mercy on you and allow you to cum. however, once soyeon made a particularly harsh suck, the toy stopped again as hongjoong came on your girlfriend's chest, making you cry out again. in tandem, you heard your boyfriend groan as his cum landed all over your girlfriend's chest. soyeon smiled as she took some of it and tasted it for herself before scooping some to feed you, giving you a bit of attention since they started playing with each other.

after you sucked off the remnants of your boyfriend's essence from your girlfriend's finger, hongjoong reached out to pull soyeon to him, making her squeal as you whined from the loss of her fingers in your mouth.

"aww," he fake cooed in sympathy, maneuvering the small woman on her hands and knees. "you really thought you were going to get more? only good babies get mommy's fingers for more than that long. actually, soyeon was more geneorus than she should have been. what do you say, darling?"

you were now having thin streams of tears falling down your cheeks, sniffling before you spoke up, "thank you mommy."

having even more sympathy for you, hongjoong nodded towards soyeon before she looked at you with a small smirk. "no problem, baby. now, we'll have mercy on you and let you cum."

the toy now was on the highest setting, making you shriek before closing your eyes, thrashing about. when you were about to keep your eyes closed in order to bask in the pleaasure of it all, you immediately reopened them when a cry rang out in the room.

there you saw your mommy getting your daddy's cock for the first time, and you were starting to feel a bit envious that you couldn't get a closer view. "fuck," hongjoong grunted, moving carefully to push even more of his thick length into the tiny hole that belonged to his indirect girlfriend. "when was the last time you were dicked down?"

soyeon turned to the side before breathing out a heavy breath, "since before i killed you. and before you killed me." the man rolled his eyes before moving the hand that wasn't over the small woman's hip to her clit, rubbing it to get her wetter. "sh-shit, daddy. no wonder our baby always whines for your cock."

hongjoong only smirked and chuckled in response as he finally eased all his length into soyeon, creating a bump that only he and she could feel; one that you could only imagine from the position they're in. he began thrusting in and out of her steadily, making her moan, pant, whimper, and even scream in the pillow a bit. after a few minutes of him soon fucking into her rapidly, the toy pushed a certain spot within you that made you cum hard.

however, your mommy and daddy weren't done yet, let alone with you. soyeon was turned on her back as hongjoong re-entered her, causing the both of them to moan. you were pushed into overstimulation, but you dared not to speak because you knew this was part of the punishment. the two kept fucking, occasionally looking towards you, but moreover in their own world. it was amazing how you could feel their pleasure being mingled with your own from merely watching the action.

if anything, it was the fact that your mommy looked so happy that made you blush at the same time the vibrator inside you pressed on that certain spot that caused you to cum hard again. you screamed loudly while the toy pushed you to the brink of numbness, your scream echoing throughout the house. after a few minutes of watching you release, soyeon decided to do so herself, pushing herself up against her half-boyfriend's pelvis and crying out as her small cunt finally tightened around his entire length before cumming around him.

the vibrations from the toy echoed through your whole body, making you flow now rivers of tears, begging for the vibrator to be turned off.

once hongjoong's hips were against the mattress, he began bucking against soyeon, picking up the pace as you pleaded for him to make it stop. his muffled grunts told you that you'd have to wait a little longer, which only fueled your tantrum further.

but what you weren't prepared for was the vibration intensifying, numbing your walls until your last orgasm pushed the toy out. the sight was what caused hongjoong to finally let go, holding soyeon's hips as his cum pumped loads into her as she whimpered from the fullness.

hongjoong was now shivering from his orgasm as soyeon trembled underneath him. after letting riding out the waves of pleasure, he sat down on the bed next to her, stroking her hair.

meanwhile, your body remained limp for several minutes, unable to even move an inch as you drifted off to unconsciousness. the buzzing finally ceased, but your tired body failed to react, as if the act had never happened. after laying there in a daze for awhile, the sound of someone running water woke you up. you couldn't help but groan as your mind slowly came to the realization that you had to live with your actions for the rest of the day and the repercussions that may follow. when you felt a pair of arms lift you up and put you onto another pair of arms in a body of water, you felt a bit relieved that they weren't too mad at you.

sniffling from what you know you did to have been punished, you looked up at soyeon behind you, then to hongjoong above you, then apologized. "im sorry for not telling you where i was going."

soyeon rubbed your arms, rubbing her cold cheek against your luke-warm one. "it's okay baby," she comforted you, becoming even more at ease when hongjoong joined in to give the both of you a chilly-warm embrace.

the man leaned down to give you a loving kiss on your forehead. "just make sure to let us know if you plan to go somewhere so that we won't have to worry much, okay darling?" he wiped away the tears that threatened to leave your water line.

you nodded before saying okay. the three of you spent a good portion in the tub, loving and embracing each other.

#ateez smut #gidle smut #hongjoong smut #soyeon smut

[bihansthot]

Hello again, sorry for bothering you again. I know it is early in the morning, and your not open for requests. This is an idea if your interested. This can be a pairing of Bi-Han x Syzoth, or Fem reader x Syzoth x Bi- han.

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Scenario:

Syzoth is sick due to the cold, or constantly being out in the bad snowy weather. Since he's been hanging out with the cryo mancer alot. Mabey he tried to hide that the cold bothers him since he's a zetarian? They most likely know and he was unaware they knew. The problem at hand is that he's very sick and keeps going to see Bi-Han, despite told not to. Bi-Han concerned about his well being and annoyed he doesn't rest.

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just something wholesome. Again, you don't need to write this, just an idea ^^. I love your stories btw UwU.

Here’s a little something :3

“Sy, you need to rest, you’re too cold,” Bi-Han gives his boyfriend a stern gaze as he catches the Zaterran outside again.

“I’m not made of glass Bi-Han, I-I’m f-fine, I-I wanted to check on y-you and the s-s-s-students,” he chatters, obviously bothered by the cold temperatures of the Lin Kuei Temple.

“Is that why you’re stuttering and stumbling with your words? I can hear your teeth chattering from here Sy, you’re being ridiculous, go back to my room and warm up,” Bi-Han all but demands.

“I-I’m not g-going to get used to the cold if I’m never in it,” Syzoth argues, pulling his robes around him tighter.

“You’re never going to get used to it! You’re cold-blooded Sy! It’s your biology, you can’t help it any more than I can help being a cryomancer, this is so fucking stupid. Obey your Grandmaster,” Bi-Han all but shouts at his poor, chilled boyfriend.

“You’re my boyfriend, not my G-grandmaster B-Bi-Han,” Syzoth hisses in annoyance at his lover’s arrogance and temper.

Bi-Han sighs his shoulders lowering slightly, “I-you’re right, I’m sorry Sy, I’m just worried about you, you aren’t made for his weather and it worries me, please go back to my room and warm yourself? For me?”

“Fine,” Syzoth sulks and turns to leave, dragging his feet through the snow, he had just come outside to spend time with Bi-Han, not to be scolded by him.

“Sy are you ok?” You ask when the Zaterran enters the room unexpectedly, you get up from your cozy seat by the fire to check on him when you see how flushed his nose and cheeks are.

“I’m fine sunshine, I just, Bi-Han doesn’t get it, I’m a warrior too, I should be out there helping train the new initiates not stuck inside reading your human books or browsing TikTok,” he sulks as he makes himself comfortable by the fire, secretly desperate to warm himself.

“Sy, he’s just worried about you, he just does a shitty job of showing it, do you know why he’s so worried?” You ask joining him in his nest on the floor, wrapping your warm body around his to help warm him faster.

“Why?” He sulks, reluctantly nuzzling back into your warmth, and can’t help but make a happy little chirp.

“He cares about you, like really and truly, if he didn’t he wouldn’t care if you were out in the cold, he’s trying to take care of you in his own way. He knows you and I aren’t built for the harshness of Arctika’s winters, it’s too much for us to handle, he just wants you to be warm and safe, it’s not that he doesn’t know you’re a capable warrior. He knows that, believe me, he just wants to keep you safe because he loves you, even if he’s not ready to say it yet,” you reassure the Zaterran, stroking his short brown hair as he curls into your warmth.

“He does? Well I mean, of course I know he cares about me, he wouldn’t let me stay with the two of you if he didn’t, at least I don’t think he would,” Syzoth perks up a bit at your words.

“He definitely wouldn’t let you stay here or let you near me, or let you near him for that matter if that wasn’t true, he just wants you warm and safe,” you let him know.

“Qīn? Sy? Are you here?” Bi-Han calls as the door opens and a rush of cold air pours in causing you and Syzoth to shiver slightly.

You can’t tell if Bi-Han let the outside wind in or if it was the temperature drop he encompassed, “we’re here, under the blankets,” you answer Bi-Han as you poke your head out of the blanket pile.

“Are you two keeping warm?” He asks kneeling down next to you to press his icy lips to your forehead.

“I’m pretty toasty, yeah, how are you Sy?” You ask the Zaterran, giving him a light shove silently encouraging him to apologize to your Polar Bear.

“I’m,” he pauses to sigh, “I’m much better now, I’m sorry Bi-Han, I should have listened to you, it’s too cold out for me.”

“Damn right it is, the two of you need to stay inside where it’s warm, you damn near gave me a heart attack Sy, you were turning blue, I was going to carry you inside if you kept ignoring me,” Bi-Han scolds softly. “I-I have to apologize too, I shouldn’t have yelled at you, I just get so worried about you, about both of you, that sometimes I lose my head,” he admits sheepishly.

Sy presses a kiss to Bi-Han’s chilled cheek, “we both messed up, but I forgive you.”

“Did you boys kiss and make up now?” You smile knowingly pleased at the surprising maturity from Bi-Han, it wasn’t often he’d actually admit to making a mistake.

Bi-Han pulls Syzoth into his lap, wrapping his cold arms around the Zaterran, pressing open-mouth kisses to his neck, “I think so, but maybe we should kiss more, just to be safe.”

An excited shiver runs through Syzoth and he chirps happily, “I think we probably should,” he answers pulling you over to the two of you.

You just giggle as you’re pulled into a sloppy three-way kiss, life is perfect sometimes, and you couldn’t be happier today was one of those days.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #mk reptile #syzoth #reptile #ot3 #bi han x syzoth x you #bi han x syzoth #bi han x you #bi han x reader #reptile x reader #reptile x you #syzoth x reader #syzoth x you #sub zero x you #sub zero x y/n #sub zero x reader #fluff #drabble #drabbles #mk headcanons #headcanons #bi han imagine #subtile

[redsaurrce]

KINKTOBER SPECIAL

Your maid? OUR Maid.

𓈈 You were the reason they couldn't divorce. But you were also the very reason they wanted a divorce.

PAIRING: Yandere Master!Jungkook X Maid fem!reader X Yandere Mistress!Jungkook's wife (poly)

GENRE: SMUT, maid au

WORD COUNT: 3.4K

WARNINGS: YANDERE AND OBSESSIVE THEMES, (This is fucking fantasy get that inside your head please, so if you don't like it or this triggers you, kindly scroll past this) , SMUT (MINORS DNI), nipple play, pu*sy sniffing and licking, Profanity, kissing, di*k sucking, giving hickeys, breeding kink

Taglist ꒱ @babyboo22 @theblueslytherin @yansob @apriljoon @xxxbangtanbabexxx @favfanfictsbts @seokjins-luigi @iffyleafy @effielumiere @getoutofthere @luvv2jade @bri-mal @xicanacorpse @emperatris-rinaka @strawberryjimin13 @eddiegirl-86 @jungkookminthairwhen @tornparts

You stared with your eyes wide in shock. "What is it Y/N? Unbutton my shirt properly." Juhyun said. "Ye-yes mam." You gulped as you made an attempt at unbuttoning her shirt while she was twisting your right nipple.

She smirked as she leaned closer to you and whispered in your hair, "my husband did a great job at making you wear these kind of dresses, it turns me on sooo much." She said in a seductive voice. She titled her head and you felt her lips ghosting your skin, "just how easily I can play with those sweet little nipples over your dress. As if you're wearing almost nothing." Your eyes flickered as she started kissing your neck.

"Open the buttons of my shirt Y/N, open them and see what's inside, compliment them Y/N." She said in between her kisses while her thumbs kept working on your hard buds.

Your breath grew shallow as you unbuttoned the last button of her shirt, fully knowing that she had no bra on.

It was an everyday thing, Juhyun had already told you before how she stopped wearing bra ever since you have started working here. And it's been a month only.

Juhyun was deprived of love and you were deprived of money so you were willing to bite your morals down and work here for a bit more time till you have enough money to go abroad and get settled.

But it wasn't just Juhyun, even Jungkook- who was her husband would fuck you every night. Yes, both of them took turns to claim your body but you were willing to go through all of it, the pay is ridiculously high and you knew well that in no way anyone would offer that high monthly pay.

Juhyun used to go to work from 7 in the morning to 3 in the evening while Jungkook used to work from 10 in the morning till 9 in the evening.

Your daily routine was like this- wake up at 6, wear the uniform Jungkook has instructed you to wear, get the breakfast ready by 7 for Juhyun while Jungkook's still sleeping. And while he's sleeping, Juhyun orders you sit on the table and make you feed her with your hands, no spoons or forks allowed since she loved everytime your fingertips grazed her lips, while her own hands would be busy kneading your breasts as your uniform was tight on the bust, half of the cloth on the upper end being made of thin net. It only required a little bit of pulling the cloth and your nipples would come out easily, visible behind the transparent net.

You would have to bend a little lower to feed her since she was on a chair, it made your cleavage even prominent. After finishing the breakfast she would lick your fingers clean and you would clean her mouth licking the stains off with your tongue. After that she would kiss you on the cheek and bid you goodbye.

Jungkook usually wakes up at 8 and after bathing he'd straight up come to you with abs still wet, he would tell you to wipe them with a towel, after that he would sit on the bed side, you would dry his hair using another towel while he sniffs your pussy like a drug. Your skirt was a bit too high, so much that if you'd bend a little then your panty would get clearly visible.

Then when you would dress him up he would caress your cheeks and grab your ass lovingly. Oh and kissing the tip of his penis was a must before you would zip up his formal trousers.

While having breakfast he would make you sit on his lap and he would eat with one hand while the other would be constantly circling your vagina until you were wet. Because no matter whatever sweet he ate, your juice was his ultimate dessert. And he swallows it all in one go, as if he was hungry just for it.

After he would leave to work, you would get free time from 10 am to 3 pm, in that time you'd do the laundry then bath, wear comfortable dress, watch Netflix while eating your breakfast. Then you'd either sleep or just keep watching TV until Juhyun comes around 3. And you'd have to immediately change into your afternoon uniform.

Yes few things were weird, firstly- you were their only maid and secondly- they have strictly restricted you to wear a bra and thirdly- restricted you to go outside. Once you break any of these conditions you'd lose your job here.

You weren't a big fan of going outside and were basically a homebody so the last condition doesn't bother you but the first two might just be for these two's pleasure you guessed.

Because there was one more weird thing, they made sure to keep their sinful activities going on with you, hidden from each other. So... who was actually cheating when both or them made sure to keep their fuckbuddy relationship with you a secret from each other?

It would look funny to an outsider, it looked funny to you too that how Juhyun had no idea that Jungkook was sleeping with you everynight just like how he had no idea that Juhyun would claim your body everyday under the shower.

When Juhyun used to return from work, she used to throw herself on the bed and you used to open her heels and then undress her to change into something else.

Just like how you were doing now, she kept kissing your neck until she came down to your cleavage, your yellow dress made you look like such a delicate and pretty little flower that made Juhyun want to make you stay with her forever like a precious flower which she would never let it wither.

She sniffed your cleavage and it smelled so fresh that she couldn't help but go deeper. She grabbed each of your breasts with her hands and pushed them up, making them connect to her cheeks. She pulled up and said "You wore the scent I gave you, such an obedient girl you are Y/N." She grinned. You smiled slightly. "Don't ever disobey me, alright honey?" She asked while holding your chin.

You nodded. Ofcourse, how could you not be tempted to wear the perfume you've only seen in magazines and wished upon the stars to own such expensive things.

"Good, now clean my makeup." She had taught you how to do it step by step, most important of it all being cleaning her lips by sucking and licking with your mouth.

-

When you'd cook dinner, she would rub her nipples against your bare back until she hears the door chime indicating that Jungkook's back home and she would immediately distance herself before fixing your cloth from behind and then fixing her front in a jiffy.

You'd like to call the dinnertime to be the only time the couple behaves normally. And after dinner they would part their ways to sleep in different rooms until midnight when Jungkook would come into your bedroom to fuck you all night by making love to you.

Until few weeks ago you only thought that whatever he had told you was directed towards his wife whom he couldn't sleep with but once he started taking your name in between those sweet kisses and pussy licking, you felt something twisted bloom inside you.

It was fear.

But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him about it because you'd be leaving him soon enough. There was no need for any confirmation. So you let him continue whatever he would do. You even sometimes actively started giving him pleasures since he would become very happy and give you his precious accessories like rings or watches, making the day of your farewell approach closer than you thought it would if you'd be getting regular pay.

You had initially calculated the amount you'd be earning here in four months would be more than enough for you to fulfill your goals. But now you can fly out of the country in just the next month given how he was pampering you with expensive and lavish gifts which you can sell off and have loads of more money once you get out of here.

"Baby, your birthday is coming right? It's soon. What do you want?" Jungkook asked you. He often asked you these kind of questions like what food do you like and it would be delivered to you the next day while both of them are not present at home, a little slip in the delivery package saying 'eat well Y/N baby' with a tiny heart, and you'd know it was Jungkook's doing.

It was almost as if you weren't their maid but their sugarbaby, pleasing him and earning all of this.

"I don't want anything." You smiled faintly as you remembered that there were still three months to go for your birthday to arrive but you wouldn't be here by then.

He was above you and thrusted his dick inside you making you gasp because their was no barrier. "Then let make a wish Y/N, let me have kids with you. Be the mother of my child Y/N. I'll divorce Juhyun."

Your eyes went wide, you shook your head in strong denial, "Don't Jungkook, please."

Jungkook sighed, "Why Y/N? I want my kids to have a mother like you, I've seen how well you've taken care of our nephew when my sister and brother-in-law left him here to spend a day. I want my kids to have a loving mother Y/N, I want my kids to have a mother whom I love too." Your eyes grew wider, did he just confess to you??

Were all those sweet words real?

You bit your cheek inside, "Why would you do that? Juhyun is so pretty and loving--"

"But she doesn't love me!!" Jungkook had cut your sentence and continued, "I've seen her hair messed up on days, I've seen her lipstick smudged sometimes, I've even seen hickeys. Do you also think otherwise now?" He said with his eyebrows raised.

With each of his words your guilt continued to grow stronger because her hair would be messed up by you while she'd kiss your neck, her lips would be smudged because of her kissing you, the hickeys were also given by you because you were supposed to obey her as your master, while Jungkook loved to be called by his name from you, his wife loved to be treated like a queen from someone she loved.

And she loved you. So she loved it whenever you called her mam.

BUT- you didn't know she loved you, you didn't even know he loved you.

So when you asked Jungkook, "if I go away I'm sure your relationship with your wife will get better." You didn't understand why Jungkook's eyes begin to fill up with tears in panic.

For the first time ever you saw him become vulnerable, at the sudden mention of you leaving him broke his heart a million times. At just the mere mention of you leaving him made him want to go crazy.

You sat up and quickly took him in a hug as he broke down, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry if I said something wrong, please don't cry." But he won't stop crying as he gripped you tightly in the hug making your breasts squeeze against his chest. "Please don't leave me Y/N." He said repeatedly.

You nodded your head violently, "yes I'm here I'm not leaving you. Please stop crying. But please don't divorce your wife, please don't." You were trying to convince him.

He sniffed, "Okay I won't." He said and you saw him calm down progressively.

He then snuggled in your hug and gave you a hickey, marking you his.

-

It was Sunday the next day which meant the couple would stay at house.

Juhyun would get especially at needy in the morning after staying without you the whole night. She snuck up from behind and hugged you, wishing you good morning lazily. You turned to look at her and saw her still wearing her silk night gown. She pouted, "I wish my husband wasn't home today and I'd have gotten you the whole day for myself."

You lightly scoffed with a smile and turned around to make coffee for the three of you. "Y/N how about I divorce Jungkook and take you with me?" Oh no, not the divorce thing again.

"Why would you divorce him and take me? We are staying just fine here." You said, trying to sound as genuine as possible.

Her mouth puffed up with air, "You don't understand Y/N, do you? We don't love each other but now that I have you, I don't have to stay with him anymore.. do I?" She said and kept her chin over your shoulder to look over what you were making from behind but just then her eyes fell on the hickey on your neck.

Her eyes went wide, she immediately stepped back and spun you around to face her catching you off guard. "Wh-What happened ma--"

"THAT HICKEY!! WHO GAVE IT TO YOU??" She pointed her index finger towards your neck and you were shocked at her raise of voice and also that you had forgotten to hide it.

"Y/N WHOM HAVE YOU FUCKING AROUND MY BACK?!! YOU ARE MINE Y/N! NO ONE ELSE CAN MARK YOU!!" Juhyun screamed at the top her lungs and you tried to hussh her by saying that her husband will come.

"I DON’T CARE Y/N!" Her voice grew threatening, "ONLY YOU GIVE ME HICKEYS Y/N, I NEVER GAVE YOU ONE. SO WHO IS THAT MF ?? TELL ME Y/N! TELL ME!!" She shook you by grabbing your arms.

"STOP DOING THAT!" Jungkook's voice boomed throughout the living room as he was coming from upstairs. "What's going on?" He asked as he quickly pulled you away from her.

Her eyes was filled with rage, "Some fucker had given a hickey to my Y/N. I must teach her as well as her secret lover."

"My? I thought I heard it wrong but did you say that Y/N gives you hickeys?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"YES SHE DOES! SHE WILL FOREVER DO IT!!" Jungkook gritted his teeth at Juhyun's aggressive response.

He held your wrist, "Come with me."

"WHERE TF ARE YOU TAKING HER?" Juhyun followed behind you but before she could enter the room, Jungkook shut close his door. She started banging loudly, "FUCKING OPEN IT!!" Juhyun screamed like a mad woman.

Jungkook paid her no heed and let go off your wrist once he sat on the edge of his bed and you stood silently in front of him. "What does she mean, Y/N?"

"You should ask her." Jungkook hissed at your answer annoyingly, "No. I will ask YOU. Your answer matters to me, Y/N! Were you cheating on me?"

"Cheat-cheating.!?" You were baffled. "Jungkook you're the one who's cheating on his wife!"

He scoffed, "Wife? I already told you I'd divorce her. Wait- was it because you love her and not me? Is that why you told me not to divorce her?"

"Jungkook are you even hearing yourself?? If I were to love her, I'd happily tell you to divorce her for her and me to be together.. but that's not the case, that was never the case Jungkook!" He seemed to calm down at your words, "Then prove it to me, prove it to me that you don't love her." He said while simultaneously opening your little maid outfit and started kissing your collarbone while holding you possesively.

"I still think you should talk with her Jungkook." You managed to utter those words as he circled your cunt making your eyes roll back.

"Alright I'll do it but don't cheat on me Y/N. Promise me this and I'll talk it out peacefully. " He said while kissing your earlobes.

"Y-yes I won't." That was a lie and you knew it clearly, you just needed to sort things out and run away tomorrow, you've decided that with the money you've earned so far, you'll fly away and do some jobs there to fend for yourself.

Jungkook pat your back soothingly, thinking about having kids with you made him smile. Just as he brought up his both hands to hold your face and leaned in to kiss, his movements halted at the sudden opening of the door.

Juhyun was stunned at the site and the duplicate keys fell on the ground by dropping them in shock, "What the hell are you doing?!"

Jungkook turned towards her and held your hand to pull you behind him. "Juhyun, I'm the one who gave Y/N that hickey, also if there's someone who Y/N should live with should be me."

Juhyun scoffed in disbelief, "And why would that be?"

"She's going to be mother of my kids." Juhyun felt numb as she heard it. "What?" Her eyes flickered, "is- is it true Y/N." She felt betrayed and it was completely evident in her tone.

You looked down- not exactly knowing whether it was for feeling ashamed or too scared to look at her face.

Juhyun wiped off her tears with so much force as if she would wipe her flesh away. "Does that mean.. am I the one who has to leave this house?"

"No. Y/N wouldn't like that, she wants you to stay with us." Jungkook was absolutely in love with you, he needed you to see it, therefore no matter whatever the nature of your requests were, he'd do anything fulfill them.

Anything.

-

Juhyun has calmed down over the night as she got to know that you wouldn't be sleeping with Jungkook for now because of your pregnancy.

She was happy about it.

And you were too, since this was the perfect time you can escape the earliest as much as possible with no body interrupting you throughout the night.

In the day this would have been tiresome since they would lock the main door from outside but now that they are inside the house, you wouldn't face any problem to leave the house.

You quickly packed up a light bag with the money and left the home with no one knowing.

Jungkook was feeling troubled at the night as he was already missing you, so he woke up to just see you, he was startled to see you nowhere in your room- no where in the house! He started to panic and screamed your name, "Y/N!! Y/N!!" Juhyun ran downstairs at the sudden noise and started searching for you.

Upon coming across the main door, Juhyun noticed that it was unlocked indicating only one thing- you were gone.

Jungkook checked his cameras in the parking lot and saw you renting a cab.

He quickly zoomed in the car number and searched for the company the cab worked under. Jungkook managed to connect with the driver and know your location from the driver as he told him everything upon knowing from Jungkook that you had stolen his valuable things and run away.

Although Jungkook absolutely loathed the idea of accusing you of theft, he couldn't think of any other way to seize your location since the driver was adamant on not disclosing your information.

He and Junghyun hurriedly changed into decent clothes and drove straight to the airport.

You were anxiously waiting for the flight in the airport, making sure each second that none of the couple were there.

Finally the time arrived and so when you got up from your seat to leave for boarding it, you instantly halted your steps as you heard your name loud and clear.

Shit! Why did you stop? You should run. You dying to not hear that particular voice, that desperate voice of his. But he managed to run upto you and caught your wrist in time. "Y/N were you leaving me? Leaving us? I obeyed your every word, then why- why would you not listen to mine?" Jungkook's eyes became glossy.

Juhyun ran upto you and looked at you with her dark gaze, her lips had a slight smirk filled with evilness, "I'll make sure you'll never me Y/N. You are our maid so you should obey your master, shouldn't you?"

You felt your breath stuck.

Your game was over.

After writing this I think I've finally found out that I'm bisexual 🙂🤌

Tysm for making it till the end, your feedback is HIGHLY appreciated 💗 MWAHH!!

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