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immoralkombat · 8 months

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Kenshi has been blind for maybe an hour or two.

Johnny looks over at him with sympathy. He's not sure what he could possibly do or say to make things seem any less bleak for him. The man was just trying to get his family's heirloom back and now, after months of training and dedication, one of his five senses is gone permanently through no fault of his own. If Johnny were in Kenshi's position, he's sure he'd be feeling just as desolate, if not more so.

Kung Lao is sitting in the far corner, talking to Baraka. He seems genuinely fascinated by Tarkat as a disease. Were Johnny not in the same situation as them, he would find that particular conversation topic a bit morbid. Right now, it's really all they have to talk about. They've already exhausted all the small talk options you normally go through when first meeting someone. They might as well start talking about the disease that'll eventually kill Baraka.

The salve on the cloth seems to have worked a little, because at least Kenshi isn't moaning in pain every few seconds anymore. Not that it makes things significantly more cheerful, but it does help the atmosphere a bit.

Johnny taps on his knees as he sits, eyes darting between looking at Kung Lao and Kenshi. He's kind of in between where the two have sat themselves, a visual and metaphorical median between the two ways one could possibly react to getting imprisoned by a sorcerer that's almost 100% going to kill you. (To be fair, there isn't much that connects the points of "casually talking about a stranger's terminal illness with them as though you're both standing by the office water cooler talking about whatever hit TV show is airing these days" and "rocking back in forth in the corner about how a different terminally ill stranger took your eyes and you have nothing left in this world." Johnny supposes the best middle point is "looking anxiously between your two co-workers and not saying anything because Jesus Christ, what the fuck are you supposed to say in this situation besides aforementioned terminal illness.")

He really wishes that Kenshi still had his eyes, because every time he looked at Johnny, it always seemed to make everything feel okay.

Johnny thinks for a second and then scoots closer to Kenshi. It's only once he accidentally bumps up against Kenshi's foot and scares the living shit out of everyone in the cell that he realizes he probably should've given an audible cue that he was going to be approaching the newly blind guy.

After Kenshi's done having a mini panic attack over the sudden Hollywood A-lister jumpscare he's gotten, Johnny looks at him and asks, quietly, "Do you want to hold Sento for a bit?"

Kenshi turns to face him and even underneath the newly christened blindfold, Johnny can tell that Kenshi is looking at him with the most surprised and reverent eyes in the universe. The kind of look that you'd get and say "fuck this stupid sword, I'd pay $3 million just to get this guy to look at me like that again."

Kenshi's mouth opens as though he's going to say something, but it shuts again before any words or sounds can come out. He opts to nod in response and Johnny takes the scabbard from off his back, holds it in his hands gently and passes it to Kenshi. Their fingertips graze one another, a way to indicate that the blind man is in the right spot. The touch sends crackles of electricity through Johnny and he wonders if Kenshi feels them too.

It's like the tattoos on Kenshi's hands are swirling around him, colors dancing in front of his eyes. It's more beautiful than any lame fucking Disney movie ever could be.

The yakuza's voice is hoarse as he says "Thanks." It's so small that Johnny can almost see it breaking in the air. He wants to put his hand on Kenshi's and tell him that things will be okay, that he's going to pay for a sight companion, any kind of corrective surgeries he wants, whatever it takes. He wants to tell him that he's still just as strong and fierce and goddamn handsome now as he was before. He wants to kiss him so fucking badly it makes his entire being ache.

He settles for saying "You're welcome," and then sitting next to Kenshi in silence.

He watches the way that he holds Sento in his hands, feels every single nick in the scabbard, every single imperfection. It's the first time in Johnny's life that he's ever wanted to be a sword and, if he keeps hanging out with Kenshi after this, (which he hopes he can), it almost certainly won't be the last.

Johnny wishes that Mileena had taken Kenshi's tear ducts with her after she'd stabbed his eyes out, because the short sad sobs that wrack through his body are almost too much to bear witness to. When he cries, it moves through his entire being. It sends a shockwave from his gut upward, makes him lurch his shoulders forward and hug himself.

"H-Hey, what's wrong?" Johnny asks. He knows it's a stupid fucking question, obviously everyone knows what's wrong, most of all the guy it happened to. But it's all he can think to ask as he watches Kenshi continue to awkwardly jerk alongside his cries.

Kenshi's head turns to face Johnny. From beyond the thin red cloth that covers his eye sockets, Johnny can feel them boring into him.

"Cage, could I touch you? I want to remember what your face looks like."

If Johnny were operating on his full mental capacity, he would probably explode at this question. He would become the fireworks they popped last night at the banquet over their heads as they feasted. He would be attached to one end of a fuse with Li Mei holding the other end, readying herself to spark it and send him to the stratosphere.

"Y-Yeah, of course you can, Ken-doll. Just make sure not to damage the goods - people pay good money for this mug to show up on their big screens."

The smugness in his voice would normally earn him a "tch" or a groan, (or an eye roll), from Kenshi. Hearing him chuckle under his breath makes his heart soar.

He turns his face toward him and waits, but no touch comes. His eyes close, he anticipates the electricity to come back... and instead he hears Kenshi clearing his throat awkwardly.

Johnny opens his eyes and finds that Kenshi's still got his hands on Sento. He tries not to be jealous of the sword again, but as with any other time he's tried not to be jealous of someone or something that has what he wants, he fails miserably.

"Could you get closer, Cage?"

"Not the first time I'm hearing that question, won't be the last. How close you need me, handsome?"

The words come out before he can even process them. Jesus Christ, is he really that much of a disaster that he can just openly call a guy he's been crushing on for at least a month handsome without even thinking about it? He's a fucking mess. His wife left him and now he doesn't know how to act. She was gonna be the only person he'd ever be able to trick into loving him and now she was gone.

"I'm going to turn, and I suggest you do the same. I want to be facing you. You can sit with your legs touching mine if it helps."

Great, now Kenshi has a colorful blindfold that also serves as a perfect swatch for the shade of red Johnny's face turns every time the man says something that's totally fucking normal for two people that are acquainted with one another.

Johnny does as he's told, because if there's one thing he's good at, it's taking directions. (Ignoring literally every single major motion picture he's ever been in, every statement he's ever made to the press after consulting his legal teams and public consultants, and generally living life up until this point.)

His knees knock against Kenshi's and it takes him aback for a second, how giddy and childish the butterflies he feels in his stomach are. Getting to know Kenshi was so simple. He wishes he had just taken a second and been less of a dickwad back when they'd first met, because maybe then it'd be easier for him to grow a pair of cajones and tell Kenshi that he doesn't spend a single night without thinking about how much he wants to trace the tattoos on his hands and arms. Maybe if he had just given Sento over, it'd be easier to admit that the low rumble of Kenshi's voice does something to stir up the pool of heat in his stomach that he thought had been long since gone after getting married to Cristal. Maybe if he hadn't tied Kenshi to one of his kitchen chairs, it'd be easier to ask him if kissing washed-up celebrities was something he'd be interested in doing.

"I'll put my hand out, you lean forward to match it."

Kenshi's palm is extended and it takes every ounce of willpower in Johnny's aching body to not press his lips against it. He leans forward until his cheek is lightly touching the yakuza's hand.

He must be hearing things, because he swears he hears Kenshi's breath hitch when they make contact for the first time. Nah, surely not. Must've been the wind.

If Kenshi's senses are heightened because of the loss of his vision, then Johnny's senses are heightened because of the gain of his touch. He purses his lips together to stop from letting out some sort of obscene sound as he feels Kenshi's hand slowly smooth over his cheek. He thanks whatever fucked up Gods exist other than Liu Kang that he finally got on that moisturizing routine that he learned off of TikTok three months ago.

As Kenshi's hand slowly feels out every angle and curve of Johnny's face, his thoughts rush a mile a minute. He wonders if he should've done a closer shave today - maybe his stubble is gonna be too sharp and it'll hurt Kenshi and leave him with little cuts or rug burn on his pretty perfect wrap-around-my-throat-please hands. He wonders if his nose is too big. He wonders if he maybe should've invested in hair plugs after that one weird SNL dropout made a comment about his weird square hairline back when he guest starred on the Comedy Central roast of Megan Fox. He wonders if his eyes are too small or too large or too close together or too far apart. He wonders if he should smile so Kenshi can feel his dimples.

"Yep, it all feels just like how I remember it. Although the stubble has gotten a little longer."

That is certainly not the answer he was expecting to hear.

His voice is small, barely there, as he chokes out his question. "You remember what I look like?"

Kenshi nods. "I do."

Johnny goes to open his mouth to ask, "Then why did you ask to touch it if you already knew?"

But then Kenshi's fingers are on his lips, tracing them with the reverence he'd have holding Sento, and for a moment, Johnny finally thinks he's better than that stupid fucking sword. His smile has the same curves, the same edges. The only difference is that Kenshi can't accidentally hurt himself this way. (He can, however, accidentally hurt Johnny. But even that would be better than the alternative, he thinks.)

Kenshi's thumb is on his bottom lip, the rest of his hand now holding Johnny's chin. If he tilts it up even one degree, Johnny thinks it'll be over for him, that he'll be kissing Kenshi before he can even think to stop himself. He'd always had poor impulse control - why else would he have spent $3 million on a fucking sword to hang up in his living room?

"These are the same, too. I'm glad you weren't hurt in the fight, Cage."

Johnny feels so fucking overwhelmed. He wants to ask so many things. First of all, what does "these are the same, too" mean? Second, why does he care about the guy who bought his fucking family heirloom and refuses to give it back? Third, why does he insist on calling him Cage like one day he won't end up calling him Johnny and breaking his heart? Fourth, what in the goddamn fuck does he mean about Johnny's fucking lips being the goddamn motherfucking same?!

Johnny decides to play it up like he always does. "Well, 'course. Gotta keep my pretty mouth. It's what makes the big bucks. I wouldn't be the same without it."

Kenshi smirks, and thank Liu Kang's weird god siblings that he's blind right now, because Johnny is beet red, mouth agape, with his eyebrows raised (and he's fairly certain that something else also rises).

"That's true. You would not be the same without that infamous mouth." Kenshi accents the compliment(?) with a playful slap to Johnny's cheek, and then his hand is withdrawn entirely, leaving an empty ghost where he should still be holding Johnny's face in his hands.

He bites back the urge to immediately ask if Kenshi wants to know just how infamous the mouth is, and settles for clearing his throat and moving back to sitting against the wall next to Kenshi.

He looks over at him after he's gotten calmed down. His heart is still jackhammering against his ribs, but as long as Kenshi can't feel his pulse, he doesn't have to know. Kenshi seems to sense Johnny's eyes on him because he turns to face him, red blindfold all that stands between the gaping holes where Kenshi's eyes used to be and Johnny's gaze full of adoration.

The yakuza grabs Sento from his lap and hands it back to Johnny.

"Thank you. I appreciate you letting me hold it. And I appreciate your help in grounding me back to reality."

Johnny nods, taking Sento back and putting it where it so wrongfully deserves to be, strapped against Johnny's sore fucking back.

"No problem. Lemme know whenever you get the urge to feel out what an Adonis looks like, I'm happy to oblige." His comment is a means to an end. He plays up the egoism to ignore the shock that courses through him as Kenshi's fingertips touch his one last time.

He resolves then and there to give Sento back as soon as they escape from here, and they will escape.

This cannot be the last time he feels Kenshi's hands on him.

Baraka whispers, about as well as he can without lips or an inside voice, "Do they not realize how much they yearn for one another?"

Kung Lao shakes his head, putting a hand on Baraka's shoulder and immediately regretting it once he feels a spike tear into his palm. "They've just gotta be stupid about it for a bit longer. They'll figure it out."

"Surely their pining has to cause some sort of agony for you as well, does it not, Earthrealmer?" Baraka looks genuinely confused, or as close to it as he can get from what Kung Lao can tell.

Kung Lao hangs his head, sighing languidly. "Of course it does. But what else am I gonna do about it? Tell them? They're not gonna believe me. Trust me, they've got to figure it out on their own time, or they never will."

And as he sees Johnny's hand inch closer to Kenshi's, finally overlapping the tattoos and interlocking their fingers, Kung Lao thinks that maybe the agony won't last much longer.

#johnshi #johnny cage x kenshi #johnny x kenshi #kenshi x johnny #kenshi x johnny cage #johnny cage #kenshi #kenshi takahashi #mk1 #mk1 2023 #mk1 spoilers #mortal kombat 1 2023 #mortal kombat 1 spoilers #mortal kombat #this was also posted to my ao3 but i'm keeping works limited to registered users only bc. protecting my works and whatnot!#cross posted on ao3 #immoralkombat.exe

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sku11s1asher · 2 months

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hi! i loved what you wrote for my request 😭 it was so cute, i didn't really specify it bc i forgot but yeah u did it amazing <33

and yeah u can totally make a part 2! actually i was thinking about it bc i can imagine a meeting between furina and the natlan archon while neuvi and reader are just giving glances to eachother 😭 reader looking like a total meanace but in his mind like "damn he's handsome" almost burning his cheeks and the seat lmao

neuvillette x m! reader (part 1)

note: ngl i feel like i do good at posting then smth with school pops up and i don’t post for like a month.. sorry y’all. also please tell me im not the only one who’s been on and off sick for the past month, rn i have a runny nose and a sore throat AGAIN. i just got over that like, barely 2 weeks ago.

tw: y/n is a bit of a weirdo with his thoughts since he doesn’t understand anything w/ love, internal homophobia (not really but kinda?), y/n is all over the place

After centuries of fighting, killing, and not showing emotions to anyone, all that can end because of a guy with beautiful long hair. The more y/n thinks about it, the more embarrassed he gets. He’s known for being a fearless and intimidating warrior, just for that whole facade to disappear just over a man out of all things.

This whole scenario came into place because his nation archon just had to have a meeting with Fontaine's archon, Furina, at least y/n thinks that’s her name. The meeting consisted of figuring out how to make the justice system within Natlan better and a way to make transportation easier between the two nations. y/n didn’t pay attention to the little details, he was only there to ‘protect’ his archon and make sure things went smoothly.

However, he didn’t realize that the other archon would be bringing a guest with her until a day before the meeting. It did tick y/n off a little bit that he would get notified so late but does it really matter? All y/n is doing is protecting and making sure everything doesn’t go south.

Well, it did go a bit south, as soon as Furina's guest arrived, y/n's mouth went dry. That man did things to him that he didn’t even know could happen. Maybe it was the long hair on the other man that made y/n feel warm inside, it definitely couldn’t have been the slight scent he had. No, definitely not.

Okay, y/n takes that back, he feels like he’s getting intoxicated by the proximity of the other male. It wasn’t hard to figure out that the guest, was a dragon, all it took was a quick look and a secret deep breath to figure it out. He had it figured out, his body wasn’t used to being by another dragon, and he hadn’t seen one in what, centuries? This feeling would go away in maybe 20 minutes, hopefully.

20 minutes later and y/n feels like he’s going to light the whole place on fire. His whole body feels like it’s melting, and to no one’s surprise, it’s all due to the long-haired man in front of him. The stranger might genuinely be the hottest person y/n has ever seen in his entire life. That long hair makes y/n want to run his fingers through it, maybe brush it, but that might be a bit too much to think about.

Once y/n saw the man look at him, he quickly looked away, how embarrassing.. he got caught staring hardcore. He took a deep breath before listening back into the conversation, “Ah, yes, I suppose it would do both nations good to do something like that. Maybe combining a bit of power.” the lovey talk of archons, always talking about power; like it’s the only thing that matters to them.

Power is important though, y/n is in the position he’s in right now because of how powerful he is. In complete honesty, he’s probably too powerful for his own good, only knowing how to use it to protect his nation from people deemed as enemies; even if they aren’t in the public eye. Power rules everything at the end of the day, nothing can function without power.

The more he listens into the conversation, the more he realizes he was glad he was never born as an archon; he’s been around one most of his life and it’s always been boring. Listening in did provide small details though, like the mysterious man’s name.

While y/n was somewhat able to keep his focus off of the other dragon in the room, he managed to not burn anything. But, he had a feeling his archon caught on as they gave him a questionable look; it was a very subtle one that only he could catch onto but it was obvious they knew something. Nothing is going on though, right? The man can’t help it if he gets a bit flustered whenever he remembers Neuvillette is near him.

Gosh, y/n probably looks like a blushed teenager who just confessed to his crush. Well, he at least thought he did. To everyone else though, he looked like he was on guard and was going to fight anyone who even took a step too close to his and the Natlan archon's bubble. y/ns hand accidentally gazed at the chair near him, which caused the leather to burn where his touch was. Good thing no one was looking, right?

y/n couldn’t wait any longer for this meeting to be over, his brain was thinking too many things while he was focusing on every single move everyone else did. It would be overwhelming for anyone who wasn’t trained and as skilled as he was, but that tiny overwhelming feeling didn’t compare to how fast his heart was beating. y/n hoped the other male couldn’t pick up how he was feeling, thankfully Fontaine's archon seemed to be happy with the deal she and the other archon came up with.

In Neuvillette's mind, he could tell that the fire dragon was on edge. He could also tell how much the dragon was staring at him, it was a little nerve-racking. Once Neuvillette caught a glance at the chair that was touched, it made him a bit surprised but he didn’t show it. Maybe he would talk to the other male after the meeting, for work-related things of course!

#genshin impact x male reader #neuvillette x male reader #gay #male reader #mlm #oneshot #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #reader is in love #request #fluff #first meeting #midshot #x male reader #genshin x male reader #neuvillette

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waywardsummoner46 · 2 months

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‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ Sink Into the Darkness, My Light | Two | ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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"Join us, my Light."

Two centuries ago, the ruler of the Light disappeared, plunging the universe into chaos and disrupting the sacred, unspoken balance of the universe.

The eight rulers of the Darkness never stopped looking for her; their obsession never once waning since she vanished.

Recently, they've sensed something. Never around long enough to pinpoint but so euphoric that it sings within their veins. And since meeting you, well... slowly they begin to understand why.

"Sink into the darkness with us."

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「✦」 PAIRING - yandere ot8!ateez x (?)reader

「✦」 GENRE - ancient gods!au, fantasy!au, magical powers!au

「✦」 WARNINGS - mind control, gaslighting, dom/sub, subspace (of a sort), temporary amnesia, manipulation, YANDERE AND DARK THEMES

「✦」 WORD COUNT - 4,863

「✦」 A/N - You're all so lovely. Thank you for the reception part one received. We meet another of the members in this chapter, enjoy.

「✦」 TAGLIST - Let me know if you'd like to be added :)

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It was roughly 17:49 when you had another phone call. This time, it was Jee-Won’s caller ID that greeted you, not Ji-Ah’s. A picture of her kissing your smiling cheek and you with your eyes scrunched up. Funny how the picture held so much happiness but its motives caused you nothing but dread at whatever crazed things she wanted to discuss with you now.

You sighed long and deep; your food was ready and you’d just sat down to begin digging in. How utterly stupid of you to assume that you could simply eat your food in peace.

“Hey, Jee-Won,” you said, masking your mild frustration. Speaking to her before you were going out was slowly tearing down the mental preparation you’d been working on. Dealing with her now was seriously reinforcing the recurring thoughts of simply not going… but you’d promised Ji-Ah. You couldn’t back out now (despite how much you wanted to).

You loved Jee-Won dearly, you and her had been friends since you were very young. You knew basically everything about each other and could trust each other with everything. The fact that your personalities differ so greatly only made that friendship even stronger as one could offer outlooks and perspectives the other couldn’t. Through your care for each other, it was obvious you always had each others’ back.

Doesn’t mean she doesn’t grate your nerves sometimes though.

Jee-Won let out an ungodly squeal on her end of the phone and you had to pull the phone away from your ear, wincing.

“Happy birthday, my beautiful best friend! How are you on this gorgeous day?” Contrary to your mild vexation, her bubbly energy never failed to make you smile. This was something you could mirror, being practically all smiles yourself.

Picking up your chopsticks, you began to twist the cheap store-bought noodles absentmindedly. “I’m wonderful, thank you. I’ve had a very… interesting day so far, but it has been genuinely good. How are you doing?”

Interesting was one word for it - neither Yunho nor Yeosang had left your mind all day. Thinking about them was natural and your best efforts were no match to their lingering effect on you.

Some selfish part of you wanted to go back to ‘Life Rose On’ right now just to see Yeosang again. Yunho you had resigned yourself to the understanding that you’d probably never see each other again (a fact that saddened you much more than it should’ve). Perhaps you were being childish in your hope that they knew each other.

It made sense; stumbling into two new pretty boys in the same shop on the same day. Couldn’t be entirely coincidental that they were in such close proximity with one another. Alas, the unknown was killing you and your unexplainable longing for the two handsome strangers remained.

And it was unexplainable.

Meeting and interacting with those two today felt so intense, so real. Somehow, talking to them was easy and could be done with the familiarity of long-time friends. After the initial hiccups (stumbling over your feet and words), when Yunho spoke to you it felt like every one of your senses was being stroked so sensually and lovingly that it made you shiver. When Yeosang had tucked that breathtaking purple rose behind your ear, that same shiver and unrestrained emotions of rightness returned.

… it bothered you.

Never in all of your years of living had you let anyone have such an effect on you. Nor were you one to be swayed by good looks alone so easily. Admittedly, both men were incredibly kind and friendly which enabled you to talk to them for longer, in addition to their angelic appearances.

The effect that they’d had on you troubled you for a reason you couldn’t quite understand and, simply put, you were uncomfortable with it, especially after one meeting.

In conclusion, it wasn’t them that made you uncomfortable but rather the effect they had on you that did. Or did it? Oh, you didn’t know. These feelings confused you and only gave you a headache.

Realistically, you’d never see Yunho again and you’d probably see Yeosang once or twice more considering he worked in the florist you regulared. There you go, done. No need to dwell on it anymore. Nope. Not. At. All.

“Hello? Are you still there?” Jee-Won’s mildly concerned voice startled you and made you realise just how far you’d sunk into the ocean of your thoughts.

You massaged your temples. “Sorry, Jee-Won. I didn’t sleep well last night, is all. What were you saying?”

You practically taste her fond exasperation on the other end of the phone. “Are you sure you want to come out tonight? You know Ji-Ah won’t take it personally.”

That snapped you to attention.

“I know that but I genuinely want to go, I promise.” Hoping your tone of false conviction was believable enough, you glanced at your watch. 17:54. Two hours and six minutes before you had to be there.

“Mhm. Yeah, absolutely. I believe you one hundred percent.” Apparently, you were not as convincing as you’d once believed. “I won’t force you not to come because I know that despite how much you don’t want to go, you’ll go for the sake of other people. But please, if you need to go home early, please, please do. I know you don’t like it when everyone starts to get pissed.”

Well, she wasn’t wrong there. The easy way out was like a weighted security blanket around your shoulders. A sense of grounding that you hadn’t realised you needed. Of course, Jee-Won noticed. Jee-Won, for all of her flaws, was a good friend. One that you wouldn’t replace for the world.

“Curse you and your eternal wisdom,” you said and laughed. Then in a quieter voice added, “And I will.”

A muffled snap could be heard from the other end. “I know what will help.” Oh dear. “Getting our hair done together!”

You supposed that the night was never destined to start on schedule; who knew that it would begin during your ramen?

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“Uh, Jee-Won I hate to burst your bubble but I think we’re in the wrong place. This looks like someone’s house, not somewhere where we can get our hair done.”

“We are very much in the right place, my beautiful sunchild.”

Your face twisted in immediate distaste. Sunchild?

You repeated it silently to Ji-Ah behind Jee-Won’s back and she mirrored your baffled expression. That certainly was a new one.

Both of you turned to look at the building that was allegedly where you’d be getting your hairstyles for tonight. You didn’t necessarily see why Jee-Won had put so much emphasis on your hair in general, let alone praise this place to buggery and ultimately drag you two there against your will. Heck, you’d have been happy curling your hair or simply braiding it so at least it differed from your typical style.

This place was huge. When she had said hair stylist, you expected a dainty little corner shop surrounded by similar establishments relatively close to ‘Life Rose On’. Everything was around there. The mansion that you beheld in front of you was on a whole new level.

Never in your life had you seen a building like this, forget anything else. It was a truly impressive piece of architecture; there seemed to be multiple layers to the mansion and different areas with varying spires and towers.

The three of you stood on the entrance balcony. Beams of a rich brown supported the canopied roof and each were delicately hugged by the richest, healthiest clematis you’d ever had the honour of seeing in your life. Jung-Hee’s abilities to nurture plants was impressive but the owner of this fantastical building had powers akin to the Gods. Each beam seemed complimentary to the gold-lined, rectangular windows that were on either side of the main oak door, and the patterns on them made that of an intricate hourglass - one half stained a deep black and the other a blinding white, slowly being tainted by the darkness. Or at least, that’s how you saw it. Perhaps ‘The Hidden War Within’ was turning you into more of a poet than you thought.

Removing yourself from the balcony temporarily, you strained your neck to ogle at the rest of the building. The roof the balcony on the ground floor was seemingly the foundations of the first floor as you saw that a set of glossy black rocking chairs and a dazzling coffee table sat atop it. This time, blood red roses wrapped around the fence bordering that area and worked as a nice contrast to the lighter purple of the clematis.

Of what you’d processed of the building so far, it was a double-layered abode with a relatively square shape. Then you looked to the right and it was more reminiscent of a castle than anything else for a circular tower merged into the rest of the building and had a spire at the top of it. It reminded you of a fairytale you read as a child.

Beyond that, there were two further layers to the house. Each topped with the traditional Korean dancheong roof, the building truly was like something out of a novel.

Quite peculiarly, there seemed to be… trees? Growing from some of the open windows? The picture it painted was exquisite but you wondered with unrestrained curiosity how on Earth the owner managed to achieve such a thing.

You’d have to tell Jung-Hee all about this mystical house next time you saw her. The fact that the mansion itself was well out of the way of the main road and surrounded by an incandescent forest was just feeding your slowly spiralling feelings of awe.

As Ji-Ah and Jee-Won bickered by the front door, you took your sweet time to observe every sheltered nook and every single captivating cranny of the house’s exterior… when you caught a glimpse of something in the tower window. Squinting your eyes, they promptly widened once more when you realised it was a someone and not a something.

Just as quickly as they’d come, they had disappeared. You blinked rapidly, trying in vain to see if you could catch a glimpse of the dark figure in the window.

From what little you had seen, whoever it was was male and looked relatively tall. His face was wholly covered by the shadow the lighting gave him but you could’ve sworn you saw the slightest hint of a smile.

A shiver ran down your spine and you shook your head to recompose yourself. The day was catching up to you - getting to your head. You needed to breathe and stay grounded rather than let your head wander, especially in a place as isolated as this.

You were just about to go towards Ji-Ah and Jee-Won when something wet hit your nose. At first, the shock made you freeze momentarily but reaching up to touch the droplet you found it was only rain. Then, a booming clap echoed through the forest and then the rain began to pour down with a vengeance.

Running for the balcony, you avoided trampling the delicate pathway the owner had laid out. Ji-Ah and Jee-Won looked as though they were struggling to hold back their laughs and you raised a soaking finger at them.

“Listen-”

“Oh, you must be freezing!” A kind voice said from behind the two of them. All three of you looked at the mystery voice immediately and the breath left your lungs for the third time that day. “Please, do come in,” he said and gestured for you all to follow him through the front door.

The man must’ve been a God because the urge to drop to your knees and worship him with everything you had was suffocating.

His hair was the first thing you noticed about him; silky raven locks lay gracefully across his forehead and framed his face perfectly, like a dark angel. You hadn’t had ample time to examine (appreciate) his face before he turned around but you saw his outfit.

Long, dark tailored trousers hugged his legs. Flaring off towards his feet, you saw that the man wore glossy black heeled boots that only added to his intimidating aura. There was something so divine about a man confident in his appearance and this man was an example, not an exception.

Embracing his torso was something akin to a black waistcoat except there were no sleeves nor were there any shoulder coverings; it came up to his chest and gave way to a bright white blouse whose sleeves hung from his muscular arms like decorations and a button up collar that gave the man an impression of elevated status. The cherry on top of the cake was the brief glimpse of an expensive silver necklace you noticed decorated his neck.

You could basically hear the wealth and power screaming from his form as you followed dutifully behind him and through the mansion’s winding halls. Nothing around you was being processed, your attention wholly centered on the man you trailed behind.

“You’ll catch flies if you don’t shut your mouth,” Ji-Ah’s smug voice said. Your attention was immediately directed at her, scandalised that she’d say something like that as loudly as she did.

An inquisitive hum was heard from in front of you and your knees nearly buckled when seeing his face for the first time.

(Perfect, chiselled jawline. Perfect, sharp nose. Perfect, full lips. Perfect, piercing boba eyes and, undeniably, one of the most handsome faces you’ve ever seen.)

One of his eyebrows were raised in question but lowered once he saw the two of you. “Ah, the architecture is rather impressive, isn’t it? This was built by my great, great grandfather during the nineteenth century.”

Letting out a subtle breath of relief at his misunderstanding, you subtly nudged Ji-Ah’s side with your elbow. She almost landed you in one of the most humiliating experiences of your life. You never would have forgiven her if he’d picked up on why your jaw was actually dropped.

“Forgive me, I never did introduce myself,” he turned once more and bowed deeply. He straightened and made eye contact with you.

Perhaps you were delusional. Perhaps you were just seeing what you wanted to see. But the way he was looking at you made you feel like he was picking apart the very linings of your soul.

“My name is Park Seonghwa, but you may call me Seonghwa.”

──•~❉ ᯽ ❉~•──

Eventually, Seonghwa led the three of you to what looked like a dining room.

The walls altered between pink and white marble with streaks of gold complimenting the foundation colour. There were old sconces laid evenly across the walls of the gigantic room and they all lit up a long table, the key feature of the room. An impressive chandelier dangled from the ceiling and the scarce rays of light bounced off of it in a faint imitation of falling stars.

What truly caught your attention was the painting on the opposite side of the room. It covered the entire wall; black and white paint entwining with each other to give the picture frame a misty effect and the same hourglass patterns from the windows lay in each corner of the frame.

Nine people were in the painting. Eight men and one woman. Each man wore an outfit straight from a fantasy novel, completely covered in black clothing. Some donned a cloak, others were clad in onyx medieval armour and one with a crown made entirely of black metal and dangerously glinting gemstones. Quite fascinatingly, the one with his hand on the girl’s shoulder wore a dark half skirt and black trousers that were connected to a torso of gold, floral patterns dusting a glossy tunic.

In a certain light, it looked as though their eyes were following your slow movements around the space but you disregarded that thought as soon as it entered your head.

The girl, on the other hand, well… the resemblance she bore to you was uncanny. She lay across the floor in front of the eight men and wore a white dress that could only be described as having the consistency of a cloud.

“Hey, that’s kind of freaky,” Jee-Won said from behind you. She was also looking at the painting and was alternating her gaze from the painting girl and your face.

“Jee-Won, don’t be rude,” Ji-Ah scolded from her side.

“I am not being rude, I’m making an observation.” “Could you try and be more polite about it next time then, please?” Ji-Ah returned, equally as sassy as Jee-Won had been.

You shook your head fondly at them. Since becoming a trio, it had been a constant battle between the two of which was right and which was wrong. Ji-Ah had a better understanding of social situations and standards whereas Jee-Won’s unfiltered opinions were something that both benefited her and were to her detriment - like right now.

Seonghwa entered your peripheral and placed a calming hand on each of your friends’ shoulders. “Now, now, there’s no need to argue, is there?” There was a power in his words that had the girls quieting down instantly. You were surprised at the look of sheer embarrassment that was on their faces; and you thought you were bad.

Seonghwa gave them each a pleased hum and crooked a pointy, gloved finger for you all to follow him. He sat down on a cream-coloured chaise longue, posture entirely straight, and patted the seat next to him as he made direct eye contact with you.

You gulped but did as he wished. Tension rendered your body immovable and prolonged eye contact was impossible.

Contrary to Yunho and Yeosang, Seonghwa had an effortless motherly energy to him and a deep part of you didn’t want to risk tarnishing that with any hesitance or inclination to disdain. Because you were very much not disdainful of Seonghwa, the exact opposite actually.

Watching as Ji-Ah and Jee-Won sat down on the two individual lounge chairs opposite you two, you remembered that you’d all come here to get your hair done. Nothing in this mansion seemed equipped to give you those services nor did you think that you’d have enough time between now - 18:40 - and when you had to be at the night club - 20:00.

Seonghwa might look like a miracle but you doubt he could perform them.

A clap and all three of you snapped to look at him. He held his entwined hands to his chest and smiled softly at you all.

“Firstly, I would like to welcome you to my home. I trust you’ll respect it as it will you during your time here.” The three of you nodded.

“Excellent. Now, I understand each of you are here to have your beautiful hair styled to perfection for the birthday girl’s night out,” he gave you a wink and you felt your heart stutter in your chest. “Unfortunately, due to the late hour, my… colleagues will be taking two of you whilst I give my undivided attention to another.” You all seemed to have a silent conversation with each other. His words and logic made sense but his implication that you would all be separated had you grimacing mildly. There wasn’t an issue, you were all grown women - you’d just thought that you could enjoy each others’ presence before the night out when you’d be swarmed by drunkards and junkies. Much fun.

The conspirational smile he gabe you all made you aware that he was privy to your mild displeasure. “My sincerest apologies, ladies. I simply wish to maximise time and efforts.”

“It’s no trouble at all, thank you so much for even accepting us in on such short notice. You’re a lifesaver,” Jee-Won practically gushed. You raised your brow, short notice, huh? She’s acting as though she hasn’t had this planned for the better part of a week (you’d overheard her and Ji-Ah talking).

Seonghwa raised a hand. “No need to thank us. We’re always happy to help, aren’t we, Yongbokie-dear?”

A short man with pretty silver hair entered the room. He looked young, only mildly younger than you. “Of course, we are.” His deep voice contrasted his innocent features, much like Yeosang’s had but to a milder degree. He met Seonghwa’s eyes, “We’re ready now, Seonghwa-hyung.”

“Have the three of you decided who will stay with me?” Seonghwa questioned, looking rather intensely at you.

You got so caught up in his eyes that you nearly missed Ji-Ah’s comment. “Jee-Won and I will leave you two to it. Thank you again, Seonghwa-ssi.” The look of unbridled horror on your face caused her to stifle a laugh and you prayed to whatever god was listening that Seonghwa didn’t pick up on it.

Seonghwa merely smiled in goodbye as they followed Yongbok out of the room… leaving you alone with a man who compromised your ability to talk.

Being alone with Seonghwa was worse than being alone with Yunho or Yeosang. You didn’t know why but you genuinely felt as though words were beyond you right now.

As though approaching a frightened deer, he extended his hand slowly for you to take. Your eyes darted rapidly from his own and his hand, struggling to comprehend what he was asking of you, why you were reacting like this and just what was going to happen now.

“Shall we, darling?” Is it possible to melt into the floor? Because that’s how his voice made you feel.

With a new found determination, you took his hand and allowed him to bring you over to a window seat you hadn’t noticed on your way in. Lengthy, silk curtains obstructed it from the dining room’s view but once Seonghwa guided you through them, it was like being embraced by shadows.

Very little light penetrated the area for the curtains were dark enough to block the sconces from the dining room and where a window should have been there was only dark marble.

Seonghwa gently sat you down on a chair in the centre of the area. You remained as silent as he while he rummaged through whatever was behind you.

Despite how many times you reflected on the whirlwind that was today, you still couldn’t completely comprehend any of the turns it had taken.

An hour glass was placed on a previously unseen table in front of you and you jumped at the unexpected movement. Dark sand dominated the most of it and only a slither of white sand sat atop it. It seemed to be some form of bioilluminescant sand as it was glowing in the darkness. How, you did not know. You didn’t question it though, it was beautiful.

“Seonghwa-ssi? Excuse me if this is rude but I was wondering how you were going to style my hair in this lighting?” Your meek voice permeated the blanket of silence that had settled over you two.

His rummaging halted momentarily as he chuckled lowly. “Not rude at all, little one. A perfectly sound question.” You jumped slightly when you felt his hands in your hair, removing any accessories you had in and detangling the biggest knots. “I work better in the darkness, you see. I find home in its existence and security in its embrace.”

Your gaze remained fixed on the hourglass in front of you as you absorbed his words. You couldn’t understand how anyone could prefer the darkness to the light. The darkness was stifling and clung to you like a parasite, always had done, always will do. The hourglass was a direct representation of that; it was practically crushing the white sand and reducing it to the thinnest grains possible all in order to rid its presence entirely.

Seonghwa began to part your hair, separating the top of your hair from the bottom. “What do you think of the darkness, dear?” He asked, and you could sense the genuine curiosity behind his words.

“I don’t dislike it. I just prefer the light,” your words gained a few ounces of strength with every sentence you spoke. It shouldn’t be as substantial as it was but having been rendered speechless so many times today, the ability to talk was relieving to have once more.

“How fascinating,” he whispered. Both hands were focused on the top half of your hair now; you felt two pieces of hair tickle your cheeks in what you assumed was him using them to structure your face. He parted your hair down the middle once more except this time it felt as though he was going to braid them. Going off of that assumption, you followed his hand movements as best as you could without actually seeing them as he begun to manoeuvre the right side of your hair.

“If I may ask, why do you prefer it?”

It was a good question. The answer was as natural as breathing. “It’s… safe. It’s hope, it gives everything life and through that gives them happiness.”

His hands finished the plait he was working on and he rested them tactfully on each side of your head, gently stroking the soft locks as he thought of an answer. “Wouldn’t you agree that without the darkness, there is no light? Similar to without death, there would be no life?”

You hummed, digesting his words. Secretly, you were rather entertained by this turn in conversation. It was very reminiscent of ‘The Hidden War Within’ with the discussion of dark and light and their codependency on each other to survive but also how they consistently defy the other’s existence.

You started off slowly, choosing your words. “Alright, well… take a flower, it is inevitable that they will fall to the darkness and death that swallows it. But there’s always a light that shines down on it and through that light there will be a new bud that will be protected and nurtured by the light until the darkness once again claims that life.”

The white sand seemed to glow brighter all of a sudden and you paused in your words. How ironic.

“Finish what you were saying, dear. I am enjoying this immensely.” The sand dimmed and you found your head tilting at its loss.

“Right, um. I think through the existence of light, darkness must consequently exist too. They need each other to balance the other out, that’s simply the way of the world. Too much of one thing - like overpopulation or war - can have a detrimental effect on that balance and that’s why the world is in so much discord today. Because that balance hasn’t existed for a long time. So to answer your question,” you could feel how your gaze was glued to the hourglass.

For reasons you couldn’t explain, it was magnetic and you were hopeless to resist its pull. The more you spoke, the more the sand looked fluid; it began to twist and weave through and around one another until it mirrored the universe, stars filling in its vastness and only reminding it of its mortality. It was morbidly beautiful.

“I believe that without the darkness there would be no light. And I believe that, somewhere, there is a place where light and darkness meet and the distinction between good and evil is no more because there is only existence where morals and nature don’t have a sway.”

You reached for the hourglass and turned it over, watching as the sand glided across itself. Nature’s river, caught in a glass prison. “That is how we will find true peace. When war is over, when selflessness works alongside selfishness, when the line between love and hate isn’t so thin after all and instead becomes one.”

Seonghwa had finished styling your hair minutes ago. He simply stood behind you, hands gently caressing your locks of hair as he listened intently. Even after you finished, slightly breathless, he remained silent as though taking in every last one of your words to heart and committing them to his memory.

The curtain was ripped open and light spilled in the dark space you’d settled into. Inquisitively, you turned to look at him and your mouth dropped when you saw there were tears in his eyes.

“Oh, my - are you alright?”

He burst into sobs, and hid his head in his hands as collapsed onto the chaise longue from earlier. You stood frozen, completely baffled at the turn of events and even more reluctant to approach him since you were sure you had caused it.

“Seonghwa-ssi, I am so sorry. I really-” “No,” he raised his hand, stopping your apologies before they became ceaseless. He seemed to be struggling to compose himself if his long, deep breaths were anything to go by.

You stood, fiddling with the hourglass absentmindedly as you waited tensely for him to make the next move.

Seonghwa took one final deep breath and stood on shaky legs. He began walking over to you with such intent you stumbled back slightly. Before you realised what was happening, he grabbed your face in his hands - his teary eyes meeting your wide ones. “You… are perfect.”

#ateez x reader #yandere ateez x reader #dark ateez #yandere ateez #park seonghwa x reader #kim hongjoong x reader #jeong yunho x reader #kang yeosang x reader #choi san x reader #song mingi x reader #jung wooyoung x reader #choi jongho x reader

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tiredmako · 1 year

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⭒ sneak attack!! ~ danny johnson ⭒

im finally not busy anymore so i rlly wanted to write something!!!! this isnt proofread tho cuz im tired and why proofread when u can sleep??? gn zzzz

the sound of a generator whirring to life and the occasional cry from a crow were the only sounds y/n had heard for what felt like years. usually, by this point, there'd be a scream of terror by now. but no. there was just... nothing.

they sighed and stood up as their generator finally finished, grinning at it proudly before spinning around. as they turned around to begin looking for another generator, they were met with a familiar black cloak and white mask. y/n let out a genuine shriek of terror, stumbling back before realizing just who was in front of them.

"danny- you asshole!" they hissed, punching him in the shoulder. danny was cackling.

"come on, toots. you have to pay more attention! what if i was anybody else?" he teased, squishing their cheek teasingly.

"don't play around like that, you seriously scared me!" they huffed, smacking his hand away from his face.

"awe, come on. i was just playing!" he wrapped his arms around their waist and pulled them into his chest. "will you ever forgive me?" he cooed, faking a few sniffles and whimpers before loudly bursting into dramatic and comedic sobbing.

y/n giggled softly at his idiotic behavior. "i guess i can forgive you under one condition."

"oh? and may i ask what this one condition is?"

y/n didn't respond with words, rather deciding to pull away from their hug. their hands slowly moved up to danny's face, sliding under his mask. they cupped his cheek under his mask for a moment before pulling his mask aside to reveal his handsome face. danny was the most beautiful man they'd ever seen. everything from his messy hood-hair to the small bit of stubble on his chin was perfect. a small smile graced their lips, causing a grin to grow on danny's as well. y/n pressed their lips against his, danny wrapping his arms around their waist to pull them impossibly tighter. the sweet moment was interrupted by the sound of another generator springing to life not too far off. danny pulled away with a sigh.

"sorry, sweets. mr ghostface has a job to do." he pressed a final, small kiss against their cheek before pulling his mask down.

they nodded. "meet me here after you're finished?"

"sounds like a plan." danny grinned, before disappearing into the woods. y/n couldn't help but smile as they watched him leave. he was just so... perfect. even if he could be annoying at times, he always made up for it. and even if he was about to kill all of their friends, it didn't matter, because their perfect-ish boyfriend would come back to hold them in his arms right after.

like + reblog for kisses <3

#dbd #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #danny johnson x reader #jed olsen #danny johnson #ghostface #ghostface x reader #im so tired rn help

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thegettingbyp2 · 4 months

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I think this would be cute! "That's honey for me, but Mrs for you" for Aaron Tveit haha I'm on a high after the recent concert in London

Don't Call Her Honey

A/N: Hi! I've combined this with another request I got about the reader calling Aaron handsome so I hope that's okay! Also, about the concert in London, I'm the exact same! I don't think I'm ever going to process it! I was front row and he was DIRECTLY in front of me in the curtain call so when they play it in cinemas, I'll be shocked if you don't see me freaking out aha!

This GIF is KILLING me

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With yours and Aaron’s busy schedules, you sometimes found yourselves going for days without having a proper conversation, just having a quick kiss at the door as one of you left for work. That’s why you always made sure that, once a month, you booked a night for date night, where no work was involved and you could just spend some much needed time with each other.

Getting ready for this date night had you feeling even more excited to spend time with Aaron due to it being your first wedding anniversary. You’d had gifts upon gifts being delivered to your work throughout the day from your husband and you were pretty sure the day couldn’t get any better. You had chosen a light green dress paired with the necklace Aaron had got you for your birthday last year, getting the desired effect from Aaron the second he stepped into the bedroom, dressed in a pair of black trousers with a white t-shirt and blazer over the top.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he said softly, standing in the doorway. You smiled at him through the mirror before standing up and making your way over to him, reaching up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. Rubbing your thumb over his lip after to get rid of the lipstick you’d left on him.

‘And look at you, looking all handsome,’ you replied, straightening the lapels of his blazer. When you didn’t hear a reply from Aaron, you looked up to see him looking down at you with a small frown on his face. ‘What’s up?’

‘You really think I’m handsome?’ he asked, sounding confused which brought a small frown appearing on your face.

‘Of course I do, why do you sound so surprised?’

‘Nothing. I’ve just never been called handsome before,’ he said quietly, his cheeks flushing lightly as he looked down.

‘What do you mean? Surely the other people you dated told you you were handsome?’ you asked, genuinely perplexed at the fact that no one had called him handsome before.

‘I mean, I’ve been called pretty before, but most of the relationships I was in before I met you just gave me the feeling that I was just there to look good or so they’d have something to brag about, I never felt like they just wanted to be with me.’

You felt your heart break slightly at his words. You hated that he’d been made to feel that way so you decided to make it your mission to remind him of how handsome you found him for the rest of the night.

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You were trying to stifle your laughter as you sat opposite Aaron in the restaurant. All night, you’d been telling him how handsome he looked, always emphasising your words. And every time, his cheeks would flush and he’d either stumble over his words or choke on his drink.

After you’d finished your meal, you left your table and made your way over to the bar, taking a seat at the bar while Aaron ordered a couple of drinks. Before the drinks could arrive, he excused himself to go to the bathroom, kissing your cheek before disappearing round the corner. You took the time you were on your own to quickly flick through your phone, replying to a message from your mother when you felt someone’s arm brush against yours as they took a sat in Aaron’s seat.

‘Oh, sorry, that seat’s taken,’ you said, looking up from your phone to see the guy sitting next to you staring at you, a creepy smirk playing on his lips.

‘Now it’s taken,’ the guy replied, looking your body up and down, making an uncomfortable shiver run through your body.

‘No, it’s really taken. My husband’s going to be back any minute,’ you said, flashing him your wedding ring in the hopes he’d get the hint and leave you alone.

‘I know how this works,’ the guy said, shooting you a wink, ‘you wear a fake wedding ring to make us work for it right? Now, how about you let my buy you a drink, honey?’

‘Don’t call her honey.’

You felt your breath leave your body in a relieved sigh when you heard Aaron speak from behind you as his hand weaved protectively around your waist. Placing your hand on top of his, you leaned back until your head was resting against his chest, smiling when you felt him kiss the top of your head. However, the guy who was currently sitting opposite you, was grinning widely, clearly not buying it.

‘Okay, so now you bring your friend in to play your husband? You’re really playing hard to get, aren’t you?’

‘She isn’t playing hard to get, you can’t get her. She’s my wife and you seriously need to back off,’ Aaron said, stepping in front of you slightly, your fingers twisting in the back of his blazer. The guy still had the cheek to look around Aaron at you again.

‘Seriously, honey, you can ditch your friend, come and get a drink with me and we can see where the night takes us, how’s that sound?’

Before you had the chance to say anything Aaron replied, his voice raising slightly as he was getting more and more annoyed. ‘No. You don’t get to call her honey. I get to call her honey because I’m her husband. You can call her Mrs Tveit. In fact, you don’t get to call her anything. Now, leave before I have to call security over.’

You couldn’t see Aaron’s face but something in his expression must have spooked the guy because he was quick to vacate the seat and leave the bar. Aaron turned back around to you, cupping your face in both of his hands. ‘Are you okay? How long was that guy here for?’

‘It wasn’t too long before you came back, I’m fine,’ you replied, smiling up at him. ‘Though that was really hot, watching you stick up for me like that.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he asked, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. ‘Well if I leave you at a bar long enough, I’m sure there’ll be a whole line of people for me to ward off.’

‘We might have to explore that another time,’ you replied back, rubbing your thighs together slowly. ‘But for now, I want my handsome husband to take me home so I can show him just how handsome he is and how thankful I am that he defended my honour,’ you teased, laughing when you noticed his cheeks flushing again when you called him handsome.

#aaron tveit #aaron tveit x reader #aaron tveit imagine

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jokingmisfit · 2 years

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I’m (Not) Scared

Hannigram x Reader

Prompt- “You think you can control me now? You never could.”

Warnings!!- The Reader is a serial killer, Graphic Violence, Manipulation, Mentions of Self-harm and Suicide, reader doesn’t like Jack or Chilton and imagines their horrific deaths, (this is honestly so rancid lol)

I sat in the middle of the one person cell. All the other cells in all the other rows were empty. I pulled my legs to sit criss-crossed as I waited for my apparent visitor.

Though, it may just be Chilton trying to have a session again. He never does learn. Chilton is dense and egotistical. He is fun to mess with, but too idiotic to understand the actual meanings of my words. It’s only a matter of time before I have a slip of the tongue and send this pathetic toy spiraling. That wouldn’t be favored, I’m sure, by either of us.

I’ve been precise, distinct. I haven’t done anything truly worth punishment. It’s not like it’s my fault every therapist I had off’d themselves. They simply had weak minds, and they should’ve known better. No one actually thinks I’ve had a large presence in their suicides. After all, once I was hospitalized, I became mute. How would someone who doesn’t talk convince anyone to kill themselves? Guess they’ll never know.

Despite this knowledge I couldn’t wait anymore patiently for the day I could rip him to shreds. When I get the chance I know it won’t be himself holding the knife.

I’ll remove his eyes from their sockets letting the organs pull and pop. I’ll jar them, they'll make a beautiful gift.

I’ll cut his vocal cords so I don’t have to listen to his arrogant voice. I’ll cut small divots into his neck just big enough to the cords before severing them. He won’t die then, no, that wouldn’t be any fun.

I’ll poorly patch his eyes, and I’ll poorly stitch his neck. Then, I’ll cut into his arms and use them as a canvas. I’ll carve him into a beautiful work of art.

All that time he’ll be awake and focused. He’ll feel every cut, scratch, and burn. Chilton will die painfully. He’ll die knowing he will be a perfect piece of art and a very sad rotting corpse.

It wasn’t the steps that brought me from my thoughts, it was the man clearing his throat. Switching my gaze from the side to meet the man's face. Jack Crawford. I haven’t seen that face in a while. I straighten up and smirk. It was hard to hide my giddiness. There were only two reasons he could be here. Something written on his face told me exactly why.

I look at him with intrigue as he glares back. Jack, always so stiff. Looking over, I notice two other men. Both faces make no connection to anyone I’ve met before. They’re incredibly handsome, the pair, but there is something lingering behind the coal and lazarus eyes.

Looking at the two he has roped along with him I catch something I truly haven’t seen in so, very, long. A black shoe box painted completely black. Purple and blue accents painted up the side blend and pop against the background. I knew this box well. It held the few items that always meant the most to me. Everything I truly love lives in that box.

I stiffen and look back to Jack. I tilt my head to the side.

He huffs a sigh. “Don’t tell me you’re going to play your silent game with me. You and I both know you love talking.”

I stared narrowly at him. Angering him is the goal, and I’d be lying if I said his evident irritation wasn’t satisfying.

“I’m not playing games with you Y/n. This situation is very serious. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.” Jack said, stepping towards the cell.

The man in the suit butted in. “If I may, Jack, there is a possibility that they genuinely do not feel comfortable speaking.”

What the? It was stated oddly, but did he just defend me?

I noticed that Jack was saying something but I couldn’t stop looking at the man in confusion. Even the nicest, most smart people haven’t ever defended me… Why would he do that? Who the hell is he!?

“Okay…” The third man interjected. “We should start over,” He looked at me with raised brows. “Right?”

Frowning I nod back, letting him continue.

He said. “I’m special agent Will Graham and this is Doctor Hannibal Lecter. Obviously you’ve met Jack.” Will steps closer. “We’re working on a peculiar case and the killer is, well, from what we’ve seen, they’re obsessed with you. We would like your help in finding the killer.”

He talked slowly and kindly. It was an odd comparison to everyone else. It made me feel… Something. I just don’t know what it is. It makes me actually want to help them. Or more particularly those two. They’re so different.

He held the box up a little. “We were thinking we could find a common ground. We give you something that's important to you in exchange for something that's important to us.”

Sternly Jack cut in stating. “They’re going to help us and they don’t have a choice in it.”

A darkness swirled in my head. I gathered my thoughts and spoke, holding back a smirk. “You think you can control me now? You never could.”

“You’re going to listen because if you don’t everything in that box is gone.” He said waving his hand and scrunching his face.

“Oh, did you forget who I am?” I laugh. “Do it. Go on. Burn the box, tear everything in it to shreds, donate it to an orphanage, recycle it, sell it to the highest bidder, I really don’t care!”

I shake my head, smiling. “Well go on! Burn the pictures, Jack. Tear apart every little seam of that stupid bear, sell the necklace to a pawn shop, throw the little mp3 on the ground so it breaks into a million pieces! I can’t wait to see them go!” I couldn’t hold in my laugh at his mortified face.

“Jack, it should be noted the quick change in demeanor. You must know Y/n is an unstable person, threats do nothing but cause disarray.” Dr. Lecter spoke to him calmly.

It wasn’t anger that gathered like clouds in my head, it was violence. A desire to see the things I held tightly torn apart for no real reason. A need to watch heads roll and blood spill on the ground.

Like the flicker of a switch, the passiveness the doctor and agent made me feel shut off.

I wanted to see him slit his own throat and watch it spray. To see the horror as everyone watches on.I wanted to watch him dig into his own stomach and pull out his most vital organs. To watch his skin bloat and then decay into a pile. I want to see every single piece of flesh be ripped from his body. To watch his eyes go lifeless after endless hours of suffering, but not feeling a light or peace. I want to be the one to send him diving to the divine, if there is one.

I no longer cared to listen. Why should I? I could rip his jugular out with my teeth. I could tear everything he worked for to the ground. I could, I could-

Why does my hand feel warm?

I look at my hand, but it’s not mine I see. Wills made his way over to the cell and placed his hand on mine through the bars. Is this man nuts? I could seriously do damage with this little space.

He moved his thumb over my hand. “I know what you’re seeing.” He whispered. “I know you’ve gotten so numb to it that you act them out, and that sometimes it’s the only time you really feel anything.” Will looks me in the eyes. They’re piercing and hold me in place. “I understand you, Y/n, and I know deep down you’re terrified.”

I took in a shaky breath. I try to pull back, but he holds my hand tightly. “I’m not scared, and I don’t need you to,” I hold my one hand to make quotes. “Understand me.”

He huffed a laugh and shook his head. “No, no you don’t, but I do understand you and you are scared.”

“I am NOT scared.” I state, but I couldn’t hold back the shaking.

“People who experience intrusive thoughts may sometimes give into them, but that does not take away the fear they have of these thoughts.” Of course the doctor had to chime in.

“I’m a serial killer. I murder people for the fun of it. Ask your boss over there about my case and maybe then you’ll notice I really DON'T care enough to be frightened by the big bad scary thoughts.” I state aggressively mocking a child towards the end of my statement.

I looked over to Jack to see if he could convince these two that I’m not that type of person, but when I looked over he wasn’t there. He seriously left. Why would he think that's a good idea?

“We agreed it’d be better if he wasn’t here.”

I’m not scared.

“Why don’t we make a new deal hm?”

I swallow.

I’m not scared.

They’re just two men. That’s not scary.

“You help us and we’ll help you.” He held my hand in both of his rubbing them gently.

I’m not scared.

I can’t breathe.

I’m not scared.

“Stop staring. I could kill you. Break your arm. Scratch you eyes out too”

The doctor smiled eerily. “You wouldn’t do that, you only say that because you’re frightened by us.”

I’m not scared. “I am not scared of you.”

I’m not scared.

“It’s okay Y/n, we’re going to help you.” Will emphasized with a squeeze to my hand.

I’m not scared.

“I don’t need your help.”

Why do they make me feel weak?

I’m not scared.

They both share a look with each other then look at me. Those looks.

Fine.

I’m scared.

#hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannibal #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x reader #will graham x reader #hannigram x reader #poly hannigram #yandere hannigram x reader #yandere hannibal lecter x reader #yandere will graham x reader

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unhingedthirst · 1 year

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Omg could you please write a saul Goodman fic with the prompt suck my fingers please? I have a thing for his hands and it’s so bad 😩

You got it anon! Take this gif as a present

MINORS DNI smut incoming

Saul goodman X female! Reader

“Is this seat taken?” A gravely voice speaks and you realize that you’ve heard it somewhere before. You shake your head and he takes a seat next to you at the near empty dive bar. Your lips turn upwards in a amused smile that you hide with a sip of your drink. It was Saul Goodman. Speedy justice for you. The local celebrity lawyer, you always found him kind of hot. There was something about middle age charming men that do you in and the more swarmy the better. You must be like half his age but that’s never stopped either of you before. You had a long day and were looking for some stress relief and Saul might be the perfect thing. He wasn’t an idiot he saw that you were a beautiful woman; he was used to call girls so picking up a beautiful woman at the bar wasn’t something he was used too. He saw that you had finished your drink and he flagged down the bartender “I’m buying sweetheart. Whatcha drinkin? He says softly bumping you with his shoulder. You smile and gently bump him back and told the bartender you’d take another of the drink you’d been drinking. You turn to Saul and smile genuinely “thank you so much” you say softly and tilt your head down and look up at him.

The conversation flowed and so did the drinks and next thing you know you are on his gigantic bed in his absolutely absurd home. It was giant and kind of incredible. You were sitting on the edge of the bed and you feel a warm heavy hand on your bare thigh. He was definitely handsome you thought as you scanned his face. His eyes held so much, you saw the lust definitely but also saw pain and insecurity and the want to be desired and needed. You gently touch his face which seemed too intimate for the moment but he didn’t seem to mind. He just stares back at you taking inventory “you are so sexy. it isn’t fair” he grumbles and runs a finger over your open pouted lips. There was a certain weight to this words like he didn’t deserve to be in your presence. You don’t feel like that though. You thought he was absolutely mouthwatering and you were determined to prove that to him. You hum gently and reach over to Palm the growing bulge in his slacks. His head was swimming when you touched him; he let out a groan of pleasure and shifted his hips up to meet your hand. He tutted and grabbed your wrist “no touching.” He says in a low voice and you swear you felt your stomach drop and your pussy clench around nothing and than he spoke again and you thought you were gonna pass out “you are gonna take what I give you and be grateful. Sound good beautiful?” He purrs into your ear. You nod coyly and he brings his fingers up to your mouth “suck on my fingers for me” he mused watching your face for any hesitation and sucked in a breathe when you did. Your tongue swirling around his thick digits “good girl. Look at you” he coos tauntingly as you continue to suck. He closes his eyes and sighs, he grabs a hold of your jaw and looks at you as you detach “your gonna kill me” he says affectionately lust coating his voice

Part 2????? 👀

#I’m sorry lol #better call saul fanfic #saul goodman #saul goodman x reader #better call saul #this isn’t that good tbh #thank you for the request!#imma write more of this

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Mini Fanfic #1197: A Date With the Princess of Hyrule (SSBU X Fire Emblem)

5:40p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Entrance Room........

Owain: (Rushing Himself Down the Stairs While Waving Hello to his Date) Salutations again, my fair maiden! Apologies for my late arrival. Lucina insisted on helping look in tip-shape for special evening.......(Eyes Begins to Slowly Widened in Awe at What is Presented in Front of his View Point Right Now)

Zelda: (Smiles Sheepishly While Wearing a Pink, Sleeveless Dress) Mewwy's been preping me up for this date too, soIt's no worries.

Owain: I can see why.....You look even more beautiful than you were originally.

Zelda: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise While Blushing) R-Really?~

Owain: Yes....(Realizes What He Just Said Before Blushing and Moves his Hands Around in Defense) N-N-Not to say that you didn't look gorgeous before! You will always be gorgeous to me no matter what you wear!

Zelda: (Giggles Softly) Oho you charmer, thank you!~ (Forms a Playful, Flirty Smirk on get Face) And can I say that you have been looking very dashing and handsome as of late?~ Especially right now. I really love how good that trench coat looks on you~

Owain: (Chuckles Lightly) Is that right? (Shows Off the Trench Coat He's Wearing) I wouldn't exactly call this my best look, but I do how well it reflects my personality and helps me blend into this moderate society.

Dark Pit: (Walks By) Looking good, Yliston.

Owain: (Bows to Pitto) Why, thank you, my good ma- Hey!

Zelda: ('Sigh') Just ignore him, Owain. (Forms a Teasing Smirk While Whispering into Owain's Ear) He goes by Pitto-Kins these days.

Owain: Oh believe me, I'm full aware. He said he'll kill me if I ever call him that.....

Zelda: (Happily Hugs her Date) Don't worry. I won't let him harm you, neither will his girlfriends. (Extends her Arm Out in the Mid Air and Slowly Moving it to the Side) But now it's time we plan our day together in the town! I'd say we start by doing a little shopping around mall and go venturing from there.

Lucina: (Walking Down the Stairs) Not without money!~

Mewtwo: (Teleports his Way Downstairs Carrying a Pink Purse Bag) You left your purse on the bed.

Zelda: (Gasps Once She Notices She Wasn't Carrying One Beside Her) That's right! I knew I forgot something. (Receives the Purse Mewtwo's Giving Her) Thanks for the lookout, Mewwy.

Mewtwo: (Simply Nodded) It's what I do.

Lucina: (Tighten Up Owain's Collar) Now, Owain, while you're on date, I want you to be more aware amd cautious around your surroundings, especially out in the streets. It gotten more busy in this time season.

Owain: Cousin, I've walked among those streets more times than i can count thus far. I'll be just fine.

Lucina: ('Sigh') I know you will. It's just me worrying over my one and only baby cousin like I always do is all.

Owain: (Gives his Older Cousin a Deadpinned Look on his Face) How long are you gonna keep insisting that I'm younger than you?

Lucina: For as long as I so well pleased. (Gives Owain a Peck on the Cheek)

Zelda: (Happily Salutes to Lucona) I'll be sure to keep your baby cousin safe from here on out, Lucina!~

Owain: (Comically Glares at his Date) Don't play along with this foolish charade!!

Mewtwo: Owain.

Owain: (Turns to see Mewtwo Staring at Him) Yes?

Mewtwo: I've never been one to worry,but Zelda means more to me than life itself. All I asked from you is that you would keep her safe for the time being.

Owain: (Instantly Gets Down on One Knee and Bows to the Legendary Pokémon) Of course. I vow to protect her with my very life!

Mewtwo: You....really don't nerd to form this gesture towards me, but I'll take your word for it regardless.

Zekda: (Turns to her Best Friend) Oh Mewwy, you don't need to worry. I can take care of myself just fine.

Mewtwo: (Crosses his Arms) I'm aware. I just.....(Starts Blushing and Turning Away a Bit) wanted to make sure that you're in good enough hands. Nothing more

Zelda: (Giggles Softly While Playfully Rolling her Eyes a Bit) Sure you are, you sweetheart~ (Gives Mewtwo a Kiss on the Cheek Walking Over and Grab Hold of Owain's Hand) Now, if you two will excuse us, we have a lovely date to get to.

Owain: (Happily Waves Goodbye to the Duo) Do not wait up for too long-Woah! (Notices a Pink Light Surrounding Him and Zelda Before Being Warp Out of the Room)

Lucina: H-Have fun! (Let's Out Another Sigh)

Mewtwo: You're still worried about them, aren't you?

Lucina: Yeah, but.....I'm sure they'll be just fine out there. (Turns to Mewtwo) They are a pretty strong pair after all.

Mewtwo: (Nodded in Agreement) You're not wrong there. But-

Lucina: I-I still wanna check up on them! In secret! (Shyly Twiddling her Two Fingers Around) At....least until the date is ttuly over with......

Mewtwo: ('Sighs in Defeat') You and me both. Let's go. (Grabs onto Lucina's Hand Before Teleporting Them Out if the Room)

Meanwhile at the Smash Direct Mall......

Owain: (Looks Up at the Escalator in Front of Him and Zelda) So these stairs could help reach you up or down to your destination with little to no setback?

Zelda: (Happily Nodded) Yep. Hence why they are called escalators.

Owain: Fascinating.....

Zelda: Wanna take a ride on one?

Owain: (Turns to Zelda) Only if you don't mind.

Zelda: Trust me, I won't. We need to up a floor anyways.

Owain: Ah. Well, If that's the case.....(Points Towards the Escalator in a Heroic Like Fashion) Let us commence onwards!

Zelda: (Giggles Softly) Sure thing, captain~ (Walks Over to the Escalator Along with Her Date)

The couple set their foot one of the same staircase together as it moves them up to a top. A few seconds rolls by before Zelda felt Owain's hand gently holding onto hers. She turns back to him with the softest smile she could muster as laying the side of her onto his shoulder, enjoying the rest of the ride upward.

Few Minutes Later at the Sports Store

Zelda: (Shows Off a Pink Varsity Jacket She's Wearing) Sooooo?~ Whatcha think? (Forms a Model Like Pose) Looks pretty athletic on me?~ (Strikess Another Model Pose) Maybe a little more varsity like?~

Owain: (Happily Applauses Zelda's New Look) All of the above! The color matches your dress perfectly.

Zelda: (Smiles Brightly) Right!?~ And check this out. (Turns Herself Around While Showing Off the Jacket's Logo to Owain) It has the Triforce and the Master Sword merged into one logo!

Owain: Very creative indeed. ('Sigh') If only I could find a jacket with equal amount of majestic....

Zelda: You mean like.....(Sows Owain a Purple Colored Varsity Jacket with his Name Printed Above the Blazing Sword) This one?~

Owain: (Let's Out a Loud Gasps as His Eyes Starts to Sparkle at the Jacket in Front) It's so beautiful......

Few Minutes Later at the Fancy Clothes Store..........

Zelda: (Eyes Widened and Sparkling at What is In Front of Her) Whaaa......

Owain: (Wearing a Black Butler Like Tuxedo) Normally, I've never been one to wear anything fancy related, but I suppose this suit wouldn't be too bad to have around for future gathering events. (Turns his Attention to his Date) What do you think, Zelda? Does this a look decent on me at least or is this a bit too much?

Zelda: ..........................Marry me.

Owain: What.

Zelda: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality) GREAT! (Puts a Bright, Awkward Smile on her Face) I-I think you great in that suit! D-Dashing even.

Owain: (Smiles Back at the Princess) Ah, many thanks, your highness. Glad to see I'm living up to your highest of standards.

Zelda: ('Sighs in Relief') You're wel- (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Wait what? Owain, you don't need to try to impress me just because I'm a princess.

Owain: I don't? Are you certain?

Zelda: (Happily Nodded) I'm positive. I think you're already amazing just the way you are.

Owain: (Heart Begins to Melt in Genuine Happiness Before Nodding) ('Hm') Likewise, your ma-Uh. Zelda. Thank you again.

Few Minutes Later at the Bookstore: Manga Section......

Owain: (Already in Tears While Reading One of the Manga Books Zelda Handed Him) So young....('Sniff') He was going to return to his studies....and live out the rest of his days, peacefully....('Sniff') And that dreaded BASTARD Diavolo just swoop RIGHT IN and took it away from him!! (Finally Begins to Bawl his Eyes Out) It's so unfair....

Zelda: (Sighs While Gently Rubbing Owain's Back) That's the unexpected cruelty in the world of manga and anime for ya, Owain. You never know which beloved character is gonna get the axe during the runtime of the story, not even the main characters are safe. That being said.....(Starts Tearing Up as Well) Why did they have the audacity to kill off Naranicaaaaaaa!~ (Hugs Owain as She Joins Him on the Crying Fest)

A Couple of Hours Later at the Arcades......

Everyone gathered around the Dance Dance Revolution machine as they watch and root for our main couple dancing their feet off together on seperate dancing pats nonstop.

Zelda: (Starts Panting While Dancing Along with Owain) Wow.....I didn't.....take you.....for a....dancer, Owain......You're doing......fantastic so far!

Owain: Many.....Thanks.....Zelda!......I been part of....to many.....dance lessons.....in my youth......Hated it......But nice to have it pay off for once! But you......are TRUE natural at this.....My highness!

Zelda: That's.....mostly cause I come.....and dance on occasions.....with friends.....But hey.....just to give you a heads up......we're almost close to the end, so......we gotta do a little freestyle to wrap this up.....

Owain: Freestyle......you say?.....sat?......

Zelda: Yep! Which should start......at anyyyyy second now........Oh! Ten seconds and counting actually! (Turns to Owain) Hey, you mind if I take the lead on this one?

Owain: I don't see why-NOT!

Zelda takes Owain by the hand, spins him around, and strikes a salsa like pose before catching him in pretzel dip position, staring deep inyo each other's eyes while panting even more in exhaustion.

As the music finally comes to a close, everyone in the crowd leans their visions in towards the screen, awaiting for the final results. It wasn't long for the couple's score to start sky rocketing itself up to the top of the leader board as the game's announcer to scream out "WOW! It's a new record!" causing the audience to cheer in rejoice on cue.

Owain: That.....was truly remarkable!.....Your......exquisite dance skills exceeded mines to a stand still!

Zelda: Thanks........I learned....a thing or two about.....salsa dancing.....from that class I accidentally took.....a looong while back....Funny story actually, but that's beside the point.....(Helps Owain Back Up) So whatcha think about the game so far?

Owain: (Smiles Brightly) Fun. Exhausting as all inferno hell, but atill fun nonetheless. And....can I just say that you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever laid my eyes upon? Cause you do. (Starts Blushing) Very much so I may add.

Zelda: (Giggles Softly) Thanks~ (Starts Blushing Again as She Looks Back into Owain's Eyes) Yours are beautiful too~

The two slowly leans in to one another closer, until a Loyd, booming voice bringing them back to reality

Random Guy: OI! Are you gonna move aside and let us play or what?

Owain/Zelda: S-Sorry! (Starts Walking Away From the Dance Pats Together, Holding Hands)

Zelda: Let's grab our stuff and get out of here. You hungry?

Owain: A little bit, yes.

Zelda: Good. I know a perfect place we can eat.

Few Minutes of Arriving to La Shy Guy's Café Later........

Zelda: (Burst Out Laughing) No way!~ Your mom named ALL of her healing staffs after you?~

Owain: (Lounging on the Table, Pouting in Annoyance) Every. Last. One of them. And every time we participate in the battlefield, she SOMEHOW managed to break each of them in half at the very end! Even the most durable healing staffs ever hand crafted, gets SNAPPED IN HALF!!

Zelda: Oh nohoho!~ You poor thing~ (Let's Oiut a Sigh Before Wiping a Tear Away From her Eyes) It sounds to me that mother yours has been real handful to you, huh?

Owain: ('Sighs Heavily') Ohhhh you don't know the half of it......That woman's more stubborn and immature than I was as a child! (Let's Out Another Sigh) But regardless....(Smiles a Little) She's still the most loving, nurturing, hell, even the most inspiring mother a young man like could ever ask for and learned from growing up. A mother I have.....(Slowly Begins to Frown at the Thought of his Own Mother) Yet to see again in....so long.......

Zelda: (Starts Frowning in Worry) Owain? Is everything okay?

Owain: (Immediately Comes Back to Reality Before Putting on his Signature Smile) Oh! Y-Yeah! I'm alright, truly! (Let's Out a Chuckle) I was lost in my own thoughts again. (Chuckles Some More) Just thinking about my own mother....how wonderful sje truly is.....(Starts Frowning Again) How much I missed her dearly.....And most of all- (Looks Down at the Cup of Latte He Ordered) How......completely stupid and idiotic I was into leaving her and the others behind on that very night, worried sick.....('Sighs Very Heavily') I wouldn't even blame her if she decided to hate me after all this time.

Zelda: I don't think she hates you.

Owain: (Looks Up Back at his Date in Front of Him) You....don't?

Zelda: Yeah. I mean....Sure, there's no doubt in my mind that she's sad, scared, and....probably even mad at you for what you've done in the past, but if there's one thing my family here has taught me thus far is that most moms won't EVER stop loving their children, no matter how upset they are with them from time to time. And from what you've told me about your mom, she doesn't seem like the type to a hold a grudge towards anyone, let alone her own son, right?

Owain: Well...... I suppose not. (Grabs onto his Chin While Thinking) In fact, I don't think I seemed to recall ever seeing express pure anger at anyone before, at least compared to the rest of our family.

Zelda: Okay, that's good! Now, think back to the day where you and Lucina saw each other again for the first time in a long run. Did she hold any resentment towards you for leaving?

Owain: No. I mean, sure, she was obviously crossed with me to the high heavens, but she still love and care for me to tis very day.

???????: That's right! Eep! (Quickly Hides Behind the Newspaper She and Another Person Beside Her is Holding)

Zelda: (Turns to the Source of the Suddenly Voice Behind) What the-

Owain: (Instantly Recognizes that Voice) Lucina? Is that you over there?

Lucina: No!.......It's Tracy.

Owain: (Starts Glaring at his Cousin Hiding) Oh, even try to throw us off! You and I both know how terrible you are at lying. Reveal yourself this instant, young lady!!

Zelda: (Crosses her Arms With a Sisterly Like Glare on her Face) You too, Mewwy. Come on out.

Mewtwo: You mistake me for someone else.

Zelda: (Raises an Eyebrow) Really. Then who's nails polished hand I see holding that newspaper over there?

Mewtwo: (Hides his Purple Colored Nails Polished Hand From Zelda's Sight) No one I know of.

Zelda: Mewwy!

Mewtwo: ('Sighs in Defeat') Fine. (Puts the Newspaper Down on the Table Revealing Himself and Lucina) You caught us red-handed. We've been following you for some time now.

Lucina: We just wanted make sure you two were having a good time this evening.

Mewtwo: (Crosses his Arms) It seems our concern for you both was far too for either of us ignore completely.

Zelalda: Aww~

Lucina: ('Sigh') Look, we're more than willing to make up for what we did later. (Gets Up From her Seat) Right now, I believe it's high time we have a discuss about your mother, cousin.

Owain: ('Groans a Bit') Do we have to?

Lucina: (Gives Owain a Sisterly Glare of her Own) Yes, we do! You and I both know that Aunt Lissa adored you ever since the day you were first born.

Owain: Of course! (Lowers his Head Down) But I still hurt her.......

Lucina: (Simply Nodded) That you did. But I know you will have what it takes to make things right with her if you two ever cross paths again. (Smiles Softly) What kind of cousin would I be if I don't believe in you all the way?

Owain: (Forms a Teasing Smirk on his Face) An overbearing, stalkerish one perhaps?~

Lucina: (Comically Glares at her Cousin) Quiet!!

Owain: (Chuckles Lightly) Kidding, kidding, honest to God! But in all seriousness thiugh- (Smiles Softly) I thank you once again, Lucina. (Turns Back to his Date) You too, Zelda. I probably would've been in a downer mood if it wasn't for your help.

Zelda: (Smiles Back at Owain) It's really no problem at all, Owain. I'm just happy to hel- (Suddenly Felt Owain's Lip Giving her Cheek a Single Kiss)

Owain: (Pulls Away Before Forming a Cheeky Grin) And there you go! Consider this singular kiss another thank you for the kiss you've graciously given me earlier this morning. As.....(Starts Blushing While Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Well as for......spending time with me this evening.....I had a really great- (Suddebly Felt Zelda Grabbing Onto his Hand as He Turns to See Her Staring at Him) time?

Zelda: Owain, I had a great time as well and I really really really like you to boot. Please be my boyfriend~

Owain: (Stares at Zelda For a Brief Second Before Smiling Again and Gently Squeezing her Hand) Yes, It would be my deepest honor to be your boyfriend, mi-

Zelda happily squeals in rejoice before reaching over and kissing him on the lips. It surprises the dark mage at first, but it didn't took him long to expresses his newfound love for her with a kiss of his own.

Mewtwo: (Watches Everything Plays Out in Front of Him and Lucina) It seems their relationship is now official.

Lucina: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) I'm glad. They maje such an adorable pair~ ('Sigh') I really i didn't leave my phone at the room today. I could've been taken tons of pictures of this right now!

Mewtwo: (Shrugs) It's probably for the best. I'm certain this won't be the last we will ever see them display this sort of affection.

Lucina: True. But one things first certain....(Forms a Bit if a Teasing Smirk on her Face) I am going enjoy every moment of me teasing Owain about this.

Mewtwo: (Smirks a Bit as Well) A few teasings here and there wouldn't hurt anyone. (Grabs his Chin While Thinking) Although now that we're here, I suppose now would be a perfect to inform Toon that lost the bet he made with the other kids a while back on whether or not Zelda would make the first new.

Lucina: (Turns to Mewtwo With a Deadpinned Look on her Face) We really need to get these kids to stop making bets one of these days.

Mewtwo: ('Sigh') I know.

Bonus

Ylisse Castle, The Princess' Bedroom........

?????: So.....He's now in this mansion you, Chrom, and Lucina have been living at.....Safe?

Robin: (Happily Nodded) Safe and sound, yes. I...honestly can't begin to describe how surprised I was when I first saw him in that dining room. So many intense emotions riding around in my-

'Sniff' 'Sniff'

Robin: (Starts Getting a Bit Worried as He Watches the Love of his Life Sitting Next to Him in Their Bed, in Distress) Lissa, are you okay?

Lissa: Yeah. ('Sniff') (Tries Wiping The Tears Away) I'm good. It's just.....('Sniff') This is really a lot to take in right now, you know!? ('Sniff') I'm sorry......

Robin: (Gives Lissa a Hug) It's okay. I understand how you feel completely. I missed and worried for him too. ('Sigh in Relief') And it makes me all the more happy to have him right by our side again.....

Lissa: Yeah, well....('Sniff') I swear.....('Sniff') I am going.....To KILL that knuckleheaded boy the next time I see him!

Robin: (Chuckles Lightly) Is that right?

Lissa: Yeah! ('Sniff') And after that.....I am going hug him and love him and never let go for God knows how long- I DON'T CARE!!!

Robin: Even when people will start watching?

Lissa: (Gives her Husband the Most Determined Look He Gas Ever Seen Her Make) You goddamn right!! I'm gonna smother and embarrass the ever living crap outta him for the whole world to see! (Starts Pouting) Then he'll think twice about leaving his poor mother alone worried sick for days on end!

Robin: (Chuckles Lightly) I'm sure he'll receive his punishment in due time. ('Yawn') But right now, I think it's high time we get some much need rest for now, don'tcha think?

Lissa: ('Sighs Relaxingly') You read my mind perfectly, dear. (Starts Snuggling Onto Robin) We could use the rest day to ourselves tomorrow after all the stupid paperwork we had to do all night.

Robin: Sounds like a plan.

Lissa: I haven't even planned anything yet!

Robin: I know. (Smiles Softly) I'm just happy to get to spend time with you again.

Lissa: (Smiles Back at Robin) Me too~ (Gives Robin a Kiss on the Lips) I love you so much, Robin~

Robin: Love you too, dear. Have a good night.

To Be Continued

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hinatastinygiant · 9 months

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4 | Secrets Among the Lotus Stems

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

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The party continues with laughter and cheerfulness, but amidst the joyful chaos, you spot Genya sitting alone, lost in thought. Curiosity tugs at you, and you decide to join him, seeking a moment of quiet amid the festivities. However, the silence is short-lived as Genya breaks the silence with a direct question, catching you off guard.

"How long are you going to keep staring at my brother?" he asks.

"What're you talking about?" you scoff, feigning innocence and trying to brush off his observation.

But Genya sees through your facade and leans in closer, offering blunt advice. "Look, if you like him, you better make a move. Sanemi can be dense when it comes to his heart so if you don't tell him how you feel, he'll be too stupid to do anything about it."

"I don't know..." you reply nervously, looking down at your feet instead of meeting his eyes. "He always says your heart makes you weak so I really don't think he's looking for-" you begin, but before you can finish, Genya stands up and pulls you by the arm, determination in his eyes.

In a swirl of panic, you try to break free from Genya's grip, desperate to escape the unfolding situation. But your efforts are in vain, and you find yourself standing before Sanemi just as you finally manage to break free. Time seems to freeze, and your heart pounds in your chest.

"Sanemi, we need to talk," Genya says boldly after approaching his brother.

Sanemi scoffs, his words laced with skepticism. "What, are you going to tell me you're in love with Y/N? She's a Hashira. I doubt she'd go for a runt like you."

Genya's fists clench, growing frustrated rather quickly. "No, Sanemi. This is about you."

A laugh escapes Sanemi's lips, his voice laced with disbelief. "Good, 'cause that'd be almost as funny as when you said you could kill me. Now, what is this about? Feelings, again Genya? I get it, I'm strong and handsome and amazing, but who in their right mind would actually admit they've got feelings for me?"

As the tension hangs in the air, Uzui's call steals Genya's attention. With a wave of money in hand, Uzui beckons Genya over, drawing him away from your conversation. Now left alone with Sanemi, your heart races as you gather your courage.

"Seriously, what the hell was he going on about, Y/N? This is why parties like this are such a waste of time," Sanemi shakes his head.

"He was actually trying to help me," you admit, "Although he did a really shitty job admittedly." Then, taking a deep breath, you muster the strength to tell him the truth. "Shinazugawa, I like you."

Sanemi's initial response is skepticism, dismissing your words as a joke. "C'mon, don't do this shit, Y/N. A pretty girl like you probably has her eyes set on being Uzui's fourth wife. That bastard doesn't even treat his wives correctly, you know. I wouldn't waste your time."

A bit embarrassed, you continue to admit to him, "I'm not joking around. I mean it."

Uncertainty flickers in Sanemi's eyes as he struggles to find the right words. "I don't know what to say..."

With your heart laid bare, you continue, expressing your genuine feelings, you feel so dizzy. You don't know how much of his obliviousness you can take. "I think you're so handsome, inside and out. I love your determination and constant perseverance. I'm telling you honestly, Shinazugawa, I like you."

Sanemi's defenses begin to crumble as he opens up. "Well, I, uh... I find you incredibly beautiful too."

As the conversation between you and Sanemi becomes a bit deeper, a sudden and unexpected interruption occurs. Ubuyashiki materializes out of nowhere, seemingly appearing out of thin air. The room falls into a momentary silence as everyone turns their attention to the unexpected arrival.

Mitsuri, with her ever-cheerful demeanor, steps forward with a mischievous grin. "Oh, I forgot to mention, I invited Master Ubuyashiki to join us tonight! Surprise!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together.

"And he actually showed up?" Sanemi adds under his breath. "Why the hell would he do that?"

You can feel all the blood rush from your face as Ubuyashiki looks in your direction.

Ubuyashiki chuckles softly, calming the tension. "Apologies for the interruption everyone, but Mitsuri insisted I come and enjoy the festivities. It seems I've arrived at an interesting moment," he remarks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You look at Sanemi awkwardly, realizing his obliviousness to the nerve-wracking moment. Knowing that the timing couldn't have been worse, you excuse yourself and approach Ubuyashiki, who is already engaged in conversation with Rengoku.

As you join them, Rengoku immediately brings up the topic, his eyes filled with excitement. "Ubuyashiki-sama, you won't believe it! Y/N and Sanemi were finally having a meaningful conversation!"

Caught off guard, you glance at Rengoku, a mix of surprise and annoyance evident on your face. "Were you listening to us?!" you ask, trying to gauge how much Rengoku overheard.

Rengoku chuckles, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Of course, I'm always listening. A flame Hashira's duty, you know!"

"No, that's just fucking creepy, Kyojuro!" you retaliate

Ubuyashiki, observing the exchange, interjects with a serene smile. "Ah, love is like a lotus flower, blooming in the depths of the heart. Its beauty and fragility entwined in a delicate dance."

Rengoku's expression brightens, captivated by Ubuyashiki's words. "Master, that's a beautiful analogy! Love and lotus flowers indeed share a profound connection."

"Seriously, what is up with that?" you then grumble to yourself.

As frustration creeps down your spine, you address Ubuyashiki, hoping to get him to leave before he causes any more awkward situations for you. "Master, I must warn you that Mitsuri and some of the others have been drinking. I didn't think you'd want to stick around to see all of that so I'm quite surprised you came tonight," you add with a fake grin.

Ubuyashiki's gentle smile remains unwavering as he pats your shoulder reassuringly. "Thank you for your concern, young one. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Perhaps it is best for me to take my leave now."

With a nod of gratitude, Ubuyashiki raises his voice, addressing the rest of the group. "I hope you're all having a pleasant evening. But duty calls, my young warriors. I will be on my way now."

As Ubuyashiki gracefully makes his way toward Mitsuri, hurriedly trying to leave without raising any questions from the others, Rengoku faces you again, curiosity burning in his eyes. "So, what about Sanemi? Are you two going to continue your conversation?"

"Oh, fuck off," You groan softly, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. "I'm going inside."

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moeshajadaanne · 1 year

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I gave a muted gasp, right before the shot rings out into the sleep-filled night. “Was that a gun?” the dispatcher shrieks losing her professionalism, making Leyton jerk in my direction. I lose my breath and my eyes widen in horror. I hang up the phone silently cursing the dumb bitch and send a quick prayer to whoever watches over me to make it quick and painless.

I’m covered by the darkness but he looks right into my eyes. His gaze is dark; it feels like he’s polluting my soul. One glance into his eyes, and I’m having nightmares for the rest of my life, there’s no happiness in his gaze, cold, emotionless, indifferent, telling you he could kill you slowly and still sleep like a baby.

He steps into my direction, slow, deliberate, almost like he wants to toy with me. His smile stretching into a smirk that transforms his face into a charming man, the glint of mischievous entering his gaze full force, whole heatedly confirming, what I already suspected, he can see me, and he enjoys making me squirm. He takes another step, holding the suspense in the air, making it a cat and mouse game. I’m the mouse and they never win, no matter how fast they run, or how hard they try. The outcome is always the same. My breath is held, heart hammering away in my rib cage, hoping that nobody else can hear it to give my secret hiding spot away. He creaks the door open, removing the only thing in his way to me.

And next thing I know is, two strong arms come out of nowhere, grabs at my waist. Completely taking me by surprise. my gaze locked on Leyton, I see his grin widen and I lose my breath. Evan though this is a life and death situation, I can’t help but notice how handsome he is.

Fighting on pure instinct, adrenaline rushing through my veins, I beat at my attackers hands. Using my nails, my strength, and my sheer will power alone to get away from this nightmare. A brief satisfaction feeling rushes through my veins when I hear my attacker, shout filled with pain.

Not even realizing that Leyton came to join the party, I’m startled when I’m staring into his dead eyes up close. My attacker binds my arms and legs in a steel grip, so tight that I wince at the pain it induces. I struggle to get out of his grip to no avail, only tiring me out in the process. When I stop and take a breather, Leyton’s smile widens, and he heaves a breath. “Well, look what I’ve found.” He says to my other captor. “It seems to be my lucky day. I got rid of a thorn in my ass, and I see a beautiful girl waiting for me. ” He pauses for a second, looking genuinely confused. “But you seem to be in the wrong place, love.” He says, giving me a grin. “Pl—please just let me g—go. I didn’t see anything.” I beg on a sob, trying to get rid of that feeling of dread that is coiling around my gut like a snake. Leyton gives me a condescending laugh and waves a dismissive hand. “Wrong place at the wrong time, sweetheart. But unfortunately even with a girl as gorgeous as you, we can’t take any chances.“

He caresses my face, a lover’s touch I can’t help but notice. Knowing exactly what direction this is going, my struggles come back tenfold. But again to no avail, I’m not going anywhere. His hand goes to caress my chest. The once tempting amount of cleavage, I wanted to show off to my boyfriend now ex. Seems like an incredibly bad idea right now. His touch induces a full body shudder from me. Leyton mistaking it for lust gives me a shit eating grin. Sobs rack my body, the lump the size of a golf ball lodged in my throat. What if’s rack my brain. What if I would’ve done differently, if I knew my fate. If I knew that I wouldn’t see my mum ever again. If I knew Jake’s lips would’ve been the last lips I kissed. If I knew--

And then I hear something that makes me sob with relief.

Police sirens.

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marvel-trash-bin · 3 years

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Taking Risks.

(Not my Gif.)

Summary: Zemo gives you what he thinks you deserve. *Some TFATWS Ep. 3 Spoilers.*

Pairing: Zemo x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Smut for days baby. Dirty Talking, Possession, marking, Soft!Dom Zemo. 18+ Only.

Word Count: 4.2K

Tags: @greeneyedblondie44

A/N: Look we all know we're walking dangerous territory, simping for a war criminal. But Sugar Daddy Zemo got me feeling some type of way and also, Daniel Brüle is hot asf. Also, I don't actually know german so pls if it's off just blame google translate, I just have an insatiable language kink and I needed the pet names more than air itself. I thought about making this a chaptered fic, but I barely had the time to write this, never mind chapters of it before he likely fucks over Sam and Bucky next episode. Anyways, enjoy!

Here’s the thing.

You knew he was dangerous. You knew his past, the EKO Scorpion kill squad and everything with the Avengers, manipulating them and breaking them up from the inside. He was smart, unpredictable. You knew there was a very real potential that you could be hurt - or worse - if you went down the road.

And maybe, in a past life that would’ve been enough to stop you. But you weren’t who you used to be. You liked playing with fire now, inviting danger and chaos rather than straying from it. You had lived in - hid in, was more accurate - Madripoor for a handful of years now. You laid low, kept yourself under the radar of the Power Broker and those who worked for him. This way, no one bothered you and you could live fragments of a normal life, Trading and bartering to make a living. But living this way, like forgotten trash on a sidewalk, got old.

Maybe that’s why when you caught his attention, you didn’t shy away from it.

It had happened so fast. You were dancing, just intoxicated enough that the rubbing of strangers' bodies against yours was not just welcomed, but encouraged. So encouraged that when a new body, tall and firm behind you, took the place of another, you didn’t hesitate to back up into the warmth. His hands gripped your hips tightly, not stopping or guiding you, just resting. Turning your head slightly to see what your new dance partner looked like, you startled a little seeing the Baron.

Helmut chuckled, a low sound you felt rather than heard, and ducked his head down to speak into your ear, “You know who I am.”

You let your body relax back into his, feeling reckless enough to bless the menacing man with your flirtations, your head falling back onto his, “I’ve heard a thing or two.”

“And yet you trust me to hold you like this,” his hands flex on your hips, just hard enough to show the strength they hold, “Like a lover.”

You grab one of his hands, leading it down to your upper thigh where your knife holster sits, never once letting his hand leave your body.

“If I didn’t want you touching me, you’d know it, Baron.”

The gust of breath you felt against the side of your neck and the large hand gripping your thigh had shivers rolling pleasantly down your spine.

“You are far too beautiful to reside in these undergrounds,” he spun you around in his grasp, allowing you to get a good look at his face, “A woman like yourself should be treated with the most expensive riches, the finest wines. She should drain a man of his earnings.”

You laughed, not expecting the words that came from his mouth nor how handsome he was, even this close, “Point me to the man who’s willing.”

He smirked at you, but there was a smugness to it. A glimmer in his eye that suggested he had the riches and the desire to give you anything you wanted. You felt like you were drowning in his gaze, lost as you were under the heat of it. He looked somewhere behind you, pulling his eyes from you to nod once at whatever, or whoever, had stolen his attention from you. When they returned to you, the heat and desire were replaced with determination.

“It is with great regret that I must leave you, for now,” He captured your hand, bringing it up to his lips, the softness of them brushing lightly against your knuckles, “I can get you out of Madripoor, give you a life you deserve. If you meet me tomorrow morning, the airstrip.”

The world felt like it froze around you. The rational part of your brain was screaming at you. You couldn’t trust him. You Shouldn’t trust him. But as you stared into his eyes you saw nothing but honesty.

“And if I don’t?” You ask, just to buy yourself some time.

His hand travels up your arm, taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger securely, “I will not pressure you. I’d leave you be, but the ghost of you would haunt me, schatzi.”

And with that, he was gone. Leaving you with nothing more than your thoughts, mentally preparing how quickly you could pack your things and leaving Madripoor behind. After all, you’ve always loved taking risks.

The next few weeks were a blur. Zemo was laying low, but his form of laying low was still luxury to you. It was private jets and upscale accommodations, not to mention that he was a man of his word. He spoiled you. Within three days of being in his presence, you had acquired a whole new wardrobe. Your suitcases - also new - were filled to the brim with the fanciest and latest fashion. You had rare jewels on nearly every piece of jewelry you owned. Maybe spoiled was an understatement. You’ve only dreamed of owning riches like these.

He had picked something particular for you to wear tonight, both of you making an appearance at some sort of party with some higher-ups. It was all laid out on the king-sized bed, a little black dress of sorts. It was short and sheer in its long sleeves, the sparkles in the fabric ensured that you would shimmer under any lighting. With a simple clutch, matching jewelry and a cropped, white fur jacket to keep you warm until you got to your destination. You looked good. You felt good.

He looked just as good. Sporting an outfit similar to the one you had met him in, instead choosing a dark red turtleneck to create a stunning relation between both your outfits. Nothing had happened between the two of you yet. Aside from lingering glances and innocent touches, he had been a gentleman. The chemistry was there, for sure. You were able to joke and talk with the man, matching his wit and charm every step of the way. And he loved it.

“Best behaviour tonight, schatzi.” He had said, low in your ear as you walked towards the venue.

You had smiled back at him, the perfect picture of innocence, “Always, Baron.”

And at the time, you had fully meant it. But you found yourself craving him. He looked too good, it honestly wasn’t fair. The way that ridiculous fur jacket draped over his shoulders, fostering a powerful ambience. And you knew he was faring no better himself if by the way his eyes were glued to your curves was anything to go by.

So, you decided, maybe you shouldn’t be on your best behaviour tonight. It’s not like you were making a scene or anything that would call too much attention. You were simply letting the alcohol take over your body. Whether that meant a hand on his thigh as you listened to the conversations around you, your fingers playing with the short hairs at the back of his neck or dancing a little too scandalously when you knew he was watching. You felt confident. And when you felt confident, you felt dangerous.

By the end of the night, you were teasing yourself just as much as you were him. You were pushing your luck, hands trailing a little too close to the bulge in his slacks, enjoying the way his facial features changed briefly in shock before settling back into that infuriating unmovable stoic impression. The last straw was you bending in front of him, having ‘dropped’ something from your purse. You only had to bend so much before the dress, as short as it was, had ridden up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your panties.

In an instant, he had you standing upright, thanking whoever he had been talking to for a wonderful night, tugging your dress back down to a respectable length and steering you towards the door by the back of your neck.

“That was not best behaviour,” he growled into your ear.

You giggled, despite the tight grip on your neck, “I was just having fun.”

He had done nothing but stare at you, eyes hard with a warning that had you rethinking your actions. You had forgotten, for a moment, that this man was not just someone to give you all the pretty trinkets you wore. He was a mastermind, a criminal mastermind at that. A man most deemed dangerous enough to be locked away.

“You have been bad tonight, kleine Schlampe.” He said once he had gotten you back to his car, away from the prying eyes and ears of the party guests, “You will spend the trip back thinking of ways to make it up to me.”

The words sent heat through your core, and you did exactly as he said.

By the time he had gotten you up to your accommodations, you had thought of thousands of different scenarios that could earn you forgiveness for your recklessness. You were uncertain if his words earlier had implied sexual favours, or if a simple, genuine apology was all he was looking for. However, once he had turned to you, the room door closing behind him and his eyebrows raised expectantly, you fell to your knees in front of him like it was second nature.

He chuckles darkly at you as he peels his gloves off, tossing them gently onto a side table nearby before letting one hand brush away the hair that had fallen in your face.

“Seems you are meine kleine schlampe indeed,” You had no idea what it meant, but fuck it sounded good coming from him. His eyes were hard and dark as he stared down at you, “If this is the path you’ve chosen to apologize, so be it. But not here, you are meine schlampe not a common whore. Get up. Go to the bedroom.”

You did as he said, quickly pulling yourself up to a standing position and walking to the designated room. The bed, so far, had only been used by you. He hadn’t wanted to push or pressure you into sharing a space with him. He understood that just because you decided to join him, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him. But tonight, you had decided, you wanted to give him your everything. You wanted to show him how grateful you were for all the gifts he’d given you so far. And if you couldn’t give him luxuries, you would give him your desire.

“So,” he began, nodding in approval at the way you resume your position on the floor in front of him, “Let’s begin with the basics.” As he talked, he rolled up his sleeves, doing so with precision, “Tell me, what exactly are you apologizing for?”

He commands every drop of your attention. There’s an aura to him that you had only previously caught a glimpse of. His eyes dark and locked onto yours, never once wavering. Waiting. Calculating.

“For teasing you.”

“And?”

You take a breath, shame flooding your core at the answer that sits on your tongue.

“For embarrassing you.”

There’s a pause. He cocks his head, gaze softening just a tad. He's quiet for several moments, analyzing your words. Your heart starts to beat a little faster at the extended silence, thinking you’ve done something wrong and you can’t keep up the eye contact. You duck your head, averting your gaze to his feet.

“Look at me, schatzi.” His voice is soft, but still with enough edge to make you listen.

Only once your eyes meet his again does he continue.

“That’s very sweet of you, to be concerned about my image. But make no mistake,” He steps closer to you, letting one hand cup your jaw, tilting it upwards. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, “You could never embarrass me,”

You dip your head, nipping softly at his thumb. He smiles softly at you, something glimmering in his eye, “I simply just don’t like to share what’s mine.”

Your breath leaves your body at his words and suddenly the need for him to claim you had you nearly vibrating in your skin. You watch, every muscle in your body clenched tightly, as he walks slowly over to the armchair in the corner, never once taking his eyes off you. He sits, legs parted, one arm draped off the side, the other rested so he could prop his head up.

“Proceed.”

Instantly, you make your way over to him. Once in front of him, you stand up on your knees, placing your hands on his knees and slowly sliding them up his thighs. They continue its upward motion, skimming lighting over the hardness in his pants and reaching to start on his belt. You make quick work of his belt and buttons, eagerly working his pants and briefs down. He chuckles above you.

“Mein Schatz, so eager to apologize.” He purrs, almost mockingly, hand coming down to brush the fallen hair away from your face.

Once you had him free, you took a second to admire him. Your legs clenched at the size of him. Not terribly big, but big enough to anticipate the stretch, the fullness. Your eyes flicked back up, looking up at his through your lashes, leaning in but stopping just before you could actually get your mouth on him. The hand that was previously fixing your hair was now clenched in it, messing it up again and forcing your head back suddenly to look at him properly.

“It would not be wise to tease me more than you have,” he warned.

A smirk spread across your features and you quickly realized how much you liked him like this.

Powerful.

Strict.

However, you knew you were on thin ice already. With that in mind, as soon as his grip loosened you licked a wide stripe up his length, swirling your tongue around the tip before taking him fully into your mouth. The tension his body held melted the second your tongue touched him. His mouth dropping on a soft groan. His hand stroked your hair as you sucked, encouraging the bobs of your head, not forcing but guiding. You keep your eyes trained on his face, not wanting to miss a second of experiencing him like this.

He glows in the low lamplight of the room, the shadows playing across his features delicately. You like him like this too. Reduced to a heap of gasps and moans beneath the heat of your mouth. As you suck, your hands wander, up under the fabric of his shirt, nails dragging down his sides. He hisses at the pain, but doesn’t tell you to stop.

After a few minutes of your slow torture, he decides he’s had enough. His hand tightens in your hair, his movements becoming less gentle and more demanding.

“That’s a good girl, take it all for me.”

You do as he asks, taking a breath before taking him as deep as you can. He groans at the feeling, hips shifting a few times to test you before beginning to thrust in and out of your mouth. Your jaw aches, but his eyes are on you and his thumb is tracing your bottom lip that’s stretched wide around his cock and you think for a second that you could spend eternity like this.

It’s not much longer before he pulls you off his cock, hand wrapping around his base tightly, “Apologies, schatzi. I am out of practice, and I fear I'm not quite finished with you yet.”

You laugh softly, voice rough due to your previous activity, “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You insist, more than happy to let him finish like this. Whatever he wants.

He stops you before you can dip down again, standing up and taking you with him. For the first time, his lips are on yours. He overwhelms all your senses. His breath loud in your ears, his hands on your waist, his scent. His tongue slides against yours as he walks you forward, shedding his lower clothing as he goes. He only parts to give you an order.

“Turn around.”

As you do, he finishes undressing and it kills you that can’t see him. Just as quickly as the thought crosses your mind, it’s gone as you feel his hands at the top of your dress. He slides the zipper down, letting the fabric fall off your shoulders. You take the liberty of helping the sleeves the rest of the way down, the fabric falling down around your heels once you’ve done so. He hums behind you.

“Such beauty,” he whispers against your shoulder. His hands begin to wander, around your waist, up underneath the fabric of your bra, down to your thighs and ass. He chuckles, dragging your panties down enough that they too fall, forgotten at your feet, “I can hardly stay mad at you, liebling.”

Your head falls back onto his shoulders as he works your bra off next. You shiver, feeling bare and exposed before him. You want him more than you can express and you let your whole body fall back into his embrace, whimpering at the feeling of him, hard against the swell of your ass.

“Helmut,” you moan, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair as the other rests on one of his forearms.

“Tell me you’re mine, Schatzi. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I’m yours,” you say without hesitation, breathless as his hand dips between your legs, finding your clit. He hums, pleased at the arousal he finds there, “I’m yours. Only yours.”

He growls pulling his hand away from, “Lay back on the bed. I’ll be right back.”

You do as he says, positioning yourself in the middle of the bed. While you wait, you let your mind wander, listening to his rummaging somewhere in another room while your mind runs through everything you want him to do to you. At some point, your eyes must close because when you feel the bed dip, they open to see him crawling between your legs.

He’s done messing around, wasting no time before his face is buried between your thighs, hands maneuvering your legs so that they’re thrown over his shoulders, your heels crossing sweetly behind his head, no doubt scratching at his shoulders. Your breath leaves your body at the feeling of his tongue, warm and wet and fan-fucking-tastic. He alternates between dipping it in and out of your heat and flicking it against your clit. Your hand finds his hair, gripping it between your fingers and guiding his movements ever so slightly. His eyes don’t leave yours, spare for the few times he closes them to moan against you.

One of his hands move, leaving its place at your hip to sink two fingers into you. Your head falls back on a moan, back arching up when he crooks his fingers and finds your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you gasp, one hand gripping the pillow behind your head as you feel your orgasm rush towards you, “Fuck- Wait, I-”

You can’t even feel embarrassed about how easily your body has reacted to him. Before you can warn him much more, you're falling over the edge. Your thighs tensing around his head, back arching in pleasure as you ride out your high. In this moment you belong completely to him, unable to think of anything else.

“So sweet for me, liebling.” He comments, hands rubbing up and down your calves as you come down, taking a moment to unfasten your heels, letting the shoes drop to the floor before leaning back in. His lips brush against your inner thigh.

Then a bite.

“Such pretty sounds you make for me.”

And then he’s sucking harshly at the skin there, watching the shudder that rips through your sensitive body at the sensation. He doesn’t pull away until the mark is dark and flush against your skin. He continues this on the other thigh, on your ribs, your breasts and finally your neck, marking you thoroughly.

“Mine.” He growls, hot against your ear, “Mein schatz, will you let me have you?” he asks, and it’s literally all you can think about so you don’t even bother hiding the truth, the confession tumbling from your lips breathlessly.

“I’d let you do anything to me.”

He groans, capturing your lips in a deep kiss as he does so. He pulls away to grab the condom that he had put next to him on the bed and leaning back on his haunches to roll it on. You’re so impatient, nails digging into his thighs and arms, whining as you watch his hands work.

“So needy,” He comments, swallowing your moan as he finally, finally, sinks into you.

The stretch as he enters you has your head rolling back on a moan, your legs wrapping around his waist the bring him the rest of the way in. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, growling against the skin there.

“Fuck,” he groans through gritted teeth, his resolve quickly slipping at the feeling of you around his cock. And to his credit, he really tries to wait, to be good. But not seconds later he’s adjusting his grip on your hips and he’s thrusting into you with a force that makes the whole bed shake.

It’s barely been 30 seconds, but the build-up that had occurred throughout the entirety of the night had you right back on the edge, your nails clawing at his shoulders, his back, his thighs. Any purchase you could get on him, you were begging for more. You’d take anything he gave you without so much as batting an eyelash. His grip on your hips is tight and bruising, but the pain twists into a delicious pleasure that only spurs you on.

You must be speaking, babbling something back to him about how good it feels, how much you love being fucked by him because he’s laughing through a moan against your neck. He pauses for just a second, straightening up and throwing one of your legs over his shoulder before continuing to fuck you.

“That’s it Kätzchen.” He purrs, eyes moving down your body to where he enters your body, “Taking my cock so well.”

You mewl at the praise, your body arching in response to his words. Your second orgasm takes you both by surprise, having hit you like a fucking freight train when he thrusts particularly deep, hitting one of your sweet spots. You scramble for purchase on him, mouth dropped open in a near-pornographic moan that you’ll surely be embarrassed about later. But for now, all you know is pleasure.

His hips falter, stuttering as your walls tighten around him. His head falls back on a low moan, fucking you hard and slow through your release.

“Such a sweet cunt,” he gasps, “Mein Gott..”

And then he’s tangling your hands together, holding it high above your head as he pushes your thighs back, flush against your chest. He’s the one babbling now, words from God only knows what language, whispered against your skin as he chases his own release. He gives one last hard thrust and he’s done, his teeth dragging against the skin on your shoulder, moaning against you as he rides out his orgasm.

As you both come down, you stroke the back of his neck, playing with the hairs there, trying to catch your breath. After a few moments, he pulls away just enough to kiss you. There’s a lingering heat and it’s a little messy due to your shared exhaustion but it’s good.

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he removes himself from your body, taking the necessary time to deal with the condom. You watch him lazily, unable to do much other than that. You’re so tired. But there’s that ache between your legs that you love so much and you think briefly that you could go another round, if he wanted to.

He must see something in your eyes when he returns because he laughs softly, “I feel I may have my hands full with you, schatzi.” he says as he crawls back into the bed with you, covering the both of you with a blanket, the cold now biting at your skin. You know you have to get up soon enough to sort yourself out before bed, but for a moment you stay with him.

His fingers brush over your face softly, following the slope of your nose and the angle of your cheeks. There’s no real purpose to his movements, just... touching. As if convincing himself that you’re real.

“You are special, schatzi.” he says softly, “I don’t know what your plans are, but I can only hope that you choose to continue to bless me with your presence.”

This man is such an enigma to you. He carries such confidence in every aspect of his life and yet he still doubts your loyalties. There’s anxiety and pain hidden within him, you can see it in his eyes as he continues to look at you. You wonder, how much of his past weighs on his shoulders. How long before he deems himself worthy of your affection? You lean in to kiss him softly, your lips dragging slowly against him. When you pull away you keep him close, brushing your noses together.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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Mistake

Patrick Bateman x Reader

Summary: After finding out that you were pregnant, you only saw one option and that is to run away from your husband.

As soon as the doctor said ‘pregnant’ you knew you needed to do something. You knew how possessive Patrick can be.

You feared he might hurt the baby.

And so, you decided to leave him.

One day, when he went to work, you got back to your shared apartment and packed your things. You left a note behind, letting him know you needed to get away and that he shouldn’t look for you. And you left.

Although it broke your heart, you knew you needed to do this, for your child.

‘For the baby.’ you often said this in your head as you left. As you packed your things and as you got into the taxi.

You loved Patrick, so so much it hurt. But you also knew that if he was to flip, he might hurt the baby, and you couldn’t let that happen.

Patrick was an incredibly jealous person. If someone was to even look at you the wrong way, he would kill them.

If you imagine that possessiveness with a baby, who would take up most of your time, your mind always went to dark places.

You tried to convince yourself that he is better than that, that he would be happy with a baby.

But the dark thoughts didn’t leave you alone.

Not even when you left.

If anything it got worse.

You were now all alone, with a baby under your heart and a husband you left behind. You couldn’t look into the mirror.

There wasn’t a moment when you didn’t think about Patrick. The amazing moments you had together and how genuinely happy you were. You were the only person besides himself whom he cared about. But then why did you leave? Why did your instinct tell you to get as far away from him as you can when you learned about your baby?

Was it fear?

More than just fear.

But deep down you were ashamed. Not because of your pregnancy or because of Patrick. You were ashamed that you felt the need to run away from your husband in a moment like this, you felt like something was wrong with you for feeling this way.

Moving into a new city had its advantages and disadvantages.

You started using your maiden name again, but the gorgeous engagement and wedding ring you received from Patrick was always on your finger.

After all, you still loved him.

***

Eight months later, you were living in a nice apartment, with a healthy baby under your heart growing every day, bigger and bigger.

The doctor told you that you are having a boy. You were thrilled.

You got everything for him already and his room was ready as well. Although you didn’t have much money, you managed to buy everything he will ever need.

And soon, your son was born.

Beautiful, healthy baby boy.

Nicholas Y/L/N was born during the summer, July 5th.

The most beautiful baby you have ever seen. He was just the cutest.

Of course, you had been holding him for barely a minute but you already noticed features he got from his father, at least he had your nose.

***

Having a baby was harder than it seems.

Nick constantly woke up in the middle of the night, seemingly for no reason. He wanted to be held at all times, nurtured, and craved attention. And it was normal.

You barely got any sleep, but every single time he smiled, giggled, or laughed, you forgot everything else. All that mattered was his toothless little smile.

You stayed mostly at home, only leaving the apartment to the store once a week. Then you had to bring him back to the doctor so she could check on him. The doctor was wonderful. She explained everything and even talked to you about vaccinations and when you will have to bring Nick in for those.

You started to forget Patrick, only your son’s eyes reminded you from time to time, but you started to be happy again

Happy with your little man.

But then things changed.

One day, while Nick was in the bedroom and you were making lunch, the doorbell rang.

If you knew who it was, you probably didn’t open the door.

But you didn’t check through the peephole, so, you came face to face with him.

He looked the same as you left him.

Handsome, hair done to perfection, his Armani suit didn’t have one crease in it and his Dior perfume caught your nose.

“Patrick...” suddenly all the fear you had during the nine months, came back at the same time.

“Found you.” he simply said.

You noticed something in his hand. A piece of paper.

“Are you going to let me in?” he asked and you didn’t know what to do, you were frozen in one place, heart hammering so hard you feared a heart attack.

“W-What do you want?” you tried to look strong at you clanged onto the door.

You honestly don’t remember letting him in, and yet here he was sitting in front of you at your table.

He placed the paper in his hand in front of you

The paper was scrunched, torn a little at some places and the ink on it was certainly old.

“I read the letter you wrote,” he said pointing at the paper. “I read it over and over. ‘I can’t go on like this.’ ‘I love you, but...’ and it doesn’t make any sense. You were happy. You were mine. I bought you everything you wanted. Why did you leave?”

His voice was very collected. It was alarming, but you soon realized he is not there to hurt you.

“How did you find me?”

“Tim was on a business trip here and he said he saw you. Why did you leave Y/N?”

You took a deep breath, tears threatening to fall.

“I-” you were immediately interrupted by a loud cry. Your eyes widened as you looked from the door back to Patrick.

“A baby?” you heard him ask as you rushed out of the kitchen into your son’s room.

You got him into your arms and started bouncing him. Nick slowly quieted down as you turned and found Patrick watching you from the doorway. You heard the cogs in his head turn as he looked at the baby.

“How old is he?” was the question he asked but he didn’t move.

You were afraid to answer.

“Two months.” you ended up saying after a long pause.

“So, he’s mine.” you watched Patrick closely, but he didn’t move, didn’t show emotion on his face, but his eyes, his eyes said it all.

He was angry and concerned. You could tell suddenly the letter you left behind made sense to him.

“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” you said as you placed the now sleeping Nick into his crib.

Patrick moved back as you closed the door behind yourself.

With a shaky breath, you walked back into the kitchen and plopped down on the chair.

You know there was no point in hiding it now.

All you could hope for is that Patrick wouldn’t hurt you.

“I want my baby to have a fair chance in life, and I couldn’t give it to them if I stayed with you,” you said as he sat down on his chair.

“Why are you saying that?” his voice was dangerously calm and collected.

“I was afraid okay? I couldn’t stop thinking about you hurting the baby.” tears were running down your face, you felt a pain in your chest.

Patrick sat down on the couch, letting out a long sigh. He was angry, but he was good at hiding it.

“I wouldn’t have.” he finally said.

And it shocked you.

He sounded so sincere, even hurt by the accusation.

“I told you, many times, I could never hurt you.”

“I know. But a baby is...different. Nick takes up all of my time. I know how possessive you can be. I know how jealous you can be and what you can do. I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

Patrick leaned back in his chair.

“His name is Nick?”

You nodded once. “Nicholas Y/L/N.”

“We are changing that to Bateman. He’s my son, he should have my name,” he said as a matter of fact. “I thought when you left that you found someone or you had enough of my... habits.”

“No, that wasn't why, and I’m sorry. I should have told you. But the scenarios kept on coming out of nowhere and I couldn’t...”

“Apology accepted. Now pack your things and the baby stuff. My wife and son deserve more than this...place.” he said looking around with a disgusted expression. You watched him leave the kitchen but you didn’t move. Everything was so fast.

After a long minute, you stood up and headed to your room, as you passed Nick’s room, you noticed the door was open.

As you looked inside you saw Patrick standing by the crib with one hand stocking Nick’s chubby cheeks.

As you looked at your husband you soon realized what a mistake you made when you left him.

You were so scared before but as you watched the man who you married to be so gentle with your son, you knew, you can do this.

And so, you moved along to your bedroom to pack your things so the three of you can be a family.

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TEASER: Kim Seokjin and the Mean Omega

Pairing: Nerd Alpha Kim Seokjin x Popular Omega Reader

Genre: A/B/O • Enemies to Lovers • (Sorta) College AU • Best Friend's Brother AU (Who is surprised? No one?)

Teaser Word Count: 3.6K

Teaser Warnings: A/B/O sexual dynamics • suggestive content

Rating: Explicit (18+) (Teaser is PG-13)

Summary: In the modern world, alphas are almost unheard of so why even bother learning about them? After all, as a spoiled (but reasonably kind-hearted) omega who is used to getting whatever she wants, you have better things to do. However, when unexpected circumstances throw you in the path of (extremely) nerdy and (probably?) shy Kim Seokjin, you're shocked to discover that he won't be wrapped around your little finger as easily as all the rest. Bringing that infuriating geek to his knees quickly becomes your personal mission in life... But it turns out that Kim Seokjin is not what he appears to be and the mean omega who eats beta boys for breakfast is about to get way more than she bargained for...

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“...due to discriminatory anti-alpha policies in the late nineteenth and early twentieth century, alphas were nearly eliminated from the general population…”

You heaved a weary sigh and rolled your shoulders—stretching the buttons of your high-end Oxford shirt to their limit. The beta sophomore to your right whined audibly and you smirked.

“...despite efforts to restore the genetic balance of designations, alphas currently comprise less than one percent of the population…”

Your back arched slightly as you crossed your legs, letting the absurdly short hem of your skirt ride up even higher. The poor boy you were tormenting shifted miserably in his seat.

How was he supposed to focus on a Human Biology and Designation Studies lecture when the living breathing embodiment of every sweaty undergrad’s fantasies was twisting her fingers in her hair and wrapping her pretty pink tongue around a strawberry lollipop right there in the middle of class?

“...unlike betas and omegas, alphas possess enhanced strength and the ability to compel other designations with their voice. Unmated alphas especially were often baselessly feared and distrusted...”

You knew exactly how you affected boys like him. You were a shameless tease who relished their attention and the power it brought you. Who needed drugs when driving a man mad with desire was a rush more potent than any high?

“...and that’s all for today so please read pages 450-466 in the text over break and remember to turn in your essay on scent and consent in intimacy—”

That poor sophomore looked like he had finally worked up the courage to speak to you, but you were already out the door and tearing down the hall toward your beautiful (and entirely platonic) counterpart, Kim Taehyung.

“Do you think Professor Moore is unaware that class is over at 3:25 or is he just torturing us for science?”

Taehyung shrugged, falling into step beside you with practiced ease.

“I mean I would torture you for free so it’s hard to say.”

The corner of your mouth quirked up at his characteristic dry humor, but the irritation at being held in that sweltering lecture hall for an extra ten minutes had frayed your temper.

“It’s the last class before spring break, I’m sure he was on some sort of twisted power trip.” You dug around in your purse for some chapstick, ignoring Tae’s amused snorting, “Alphas barely exist anymore and none of us are likely to meet one. Why bother learning what they can do?”

Taehyung tilted his head in amusement.

“You might be surprised.”

The final party before the beginning of spring break was always a laid back affair.

Many people had already caught planes to their various destinations, but your flight was scheduled for early tomorrow morning—leaving you with some time to kill.

Taehyung pressed his newest experimental concoction into your hand within minutes of entering the house (a surprisingly neat bachelor pad owned by two seniors, Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi) and then darted back to the kitchen to craft more questionable alcohol potions like a deranged party warlock.

You had just found a comfortable place on the couch and were contemplating whether sampling your best friend’s mad scientist elixir would be worth the probable damage to your body when—

“H-Hello...”

It was that sophomore from your Designations Studies class. What was his name again? Jungwoo? Jinwook?

“Jungkook,” you smiled, delighted to have remembered before it became awkward. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You motioned to the empty cushion next to you and the man in question scrambled over like he’d won the lottery.

“I—I know we don’t know each other well, but I noticed you were absent during Professor Moore’s lecture on intimacy and scent consent so I—” he blushed deeply, “I wrote the essay for you—and I brought a copy on my flash drive if-if you want it.”

Your heart melted immediately.

“Oh my gosh Jungkook, that is so sweet of you!”

Your gaze darted over his muscular form and thick brown curls.

Sweet indeed.

“I don’t want to miss out on the learning though,” you pouted, placing a hand on his tattooed bicep. “Can you explain it to me?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously even as his wide eyes fell to where your fingers were sliding slowly over his chest.

Scent consent was a pretty basic and universally known concept, but you really were touched by the handsome sophomore's consideration.

Why not give him (and yourself) a little reward?

“Um so basically if two people are involved in...intimate activities—”

You leaned forward to nip his ear lightly and he whimpered.

“Like this?” you asked innocently.

“Y-Yes. Like that.” He gulped. “In an intimate situation consent or refusal can be smelled. The scent of refusal or reluctance in intimacy is strong, unmistakable, and has a high chemical potency.”

“Is that so?” you drawled, sliding over onto his lap. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head and you bit back a grin.

He was adorable.

“Uh-huh—it—oh my gawd,” (you were nibbling on his ear again) “it can immediately block sexual arousal and performance in the other partner. Meaning, if consent is not present, then it becomes difficult or—ahh” (his voice began to waver under your continued attention) “—or even impossible to continue with intimate acts.”

Your hand slid up to his cheek, bringing him closer till your lips were almost touching.

“Then what does it mean if I’m still so turned on right now?”

“It means,” Jungkook shuddered—nearly delirious with your scent, “that I really really want you.”

Across the room, Park Jimin chuckled as he watched you seduce his enthusiastic friend.

Jeon Jungkook was such a sweet kid.

Hopefully he wouldn’t get too attached.

“Wow... Some people are genuinely born blessed I suppose.”

Jimin turned to see Jung Hoseok eyeing the dimly lit corner where you and the eager young sophomore were exploring each other.

It was a rather...provocative spectacle. Not quite raunchy (you weren’t truly an exhibitionist)—just insanely sexy.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on the smooth curve of your thigh where Jeon Jungkook was currently holding on for dear life.

Lucky bastard.

“Ah you know how she is,” he sighed. “That boy isn’t going to get any farther than anyone else.”

It was relatively common knowledge that you liked to mess around but rarely—if ever— fully hooked up with anyone.

Jimin asked you about it once during a drunken game of truth or dare and you had just shrugged, mumbling something along the lines of avoiding STDs (which—to be fair—was at least part of your motivation), but the truth was a little more complicated than that.

In terms of experience, you weren’t a virgin, but... you hadn’t actually had sex in years.

You loved the chase, the foreplay, the build-up—the game of cat-and-mouse between two people who were attracted to one another.

But the final consummation was always so…

Wildly unfulfilling.

Every encounter left you frustrated. Empty.

Grumpy—even.

So you stopped bothering with it all together. (That was what sex toys were for after all.)

At the end of the day you were perfectly content being labeled a tease—it meant that people tended to know what they were (or rather weren’t) getting into when they rolled the dice with you.

Besides…it hadn’t even put a dent in your throng of admirers.

You were sunny, spoiled, indulgent, almost universally adored—

And you loved every minute of it.

“You know…” Hoseok took a long sip of his drink. “I always thought she would end up with Taehyung, but it’s been three years.”

Like you, Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat and it was only natural that two beautiful and absurdly privileged people would gravitate to one another. You met at a freshman pledge party and had been an inseparable (and formidable) dynamic duo ever since.

The undisputed king and queen of campus.

Yes—maybe the two of you were a little self-absorbed at times, but it was hardly your fault that people tended to instinctively cater to the force of your combined looks, wealth, and charisma.

And it didn’t hurt that neither of you were ever intentionally cruel or unkind.

Just... habitually thoughtless.

(Though not when it came to each other. If anything your friendship was one area where you were both a little more human.)

Jimin shook his head.

“Nah that’s never gonna happen.” He tapped his nose. “They’re scent-crossed.”

Hoseok’s eyes widened.

“Really?”

Scent-crossed pairs didn’t smell sexually attractive to each other.

Like. At all.

No matter how physically or visually appealing an individual might be, it would be near impossible to form a sexual or romantic attachment to them if you were scent-crossed. Alphas, betas, and omegas were all subject to their noses first and foremost in the realm of attraction.

You and Taehyung smelled like comfort and home to one another...

But you were more turned on by a crisp cup of apple juice than you were his scent and the feeling was quite mutual.

He might as well have been your actual brother.

“That explains so much.” Hoseok snorted as he watched a drunken Taehyung do a flying leap on top of both you and Jungkook.

“Why is sunlight so offensive?” you croaked, dragging yourself and your luggage toward the boarding ramp next to an equally miserable Taehyung.

“The next time I book a flight before 9 AM, please shoot me,” he grunted.

Your parents were celebrating their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary with a month-long European cruise so your best friend had graciously invited you to spend two glorious weeks of spring vacation at his family estate.

The invitation had actually come as somewhat of a surprise because—for all your closeness—Taehyung was uncharacteristically tight-lipped about his family.

Not that he was deliberately withholding information per se… It was just that he never really brought them up beyond an occasional passing comment.

The one time you did ask him about them directly he sighed and said—

“We’re very close, but… I suppose we’ve just gotten used to being very private.”

There was clearly more to the story, but you were confident that Tae would share it if and when he was ready.

“My parents are in Seoul opening a new branch of the company. They took my little sister with them and my older brother has his own house so it will be just us.” He snuggled deeper into the first class seat directly next to yours. “We’ll hang out by the pool and chill during the day, then hit up some of the new clubs or whatever at night.”

“So… No one from your family will be there?”

Perhaps the invitation was not so surprising after all.

“Nope. Just you and me and thirty acres of ocean front property.”

You grinned.

“Perfect.”

“Whose room is that?”

The two of you were lugging your bags down the main hall of Taehyung’s expansive mansion when a strange hint of...something caught you right by the nose.

Your friend turned to find you frozen and staring curiously at a familiar door near the balcony.

His eyes widened, but you were too preoccupied to notice his momentary concern.

“That’s just Jin’s room.”

A firm hand wrapped around your wrist and dragged you away, but your eyes stayed glued to the source of the mysterious scent until you were around the corner and out of sight.

Your suite for the next two weeks was right across the hall from Taehyung’s. There was a whirlpool, a full bath, a balcony, and an ocean view that would rival the cover spread of any travel magazine.

Tae headed for the shower (to ‘wash the airplane off’) immediately after showing you the room and you were thinking of doing the same except…

Your mind kept going back to that door and the hint of scent you detected.

There was something… different about it.

It was faint—and far from fresh (which made sense considering that one of the few things you did know about Kim Seokjin was that he hadn’t lived in this house for years).

But still…

The need to smell it again pressed insistently at the back of your mind.

Suddenly the sound of Taehyung singing raunchy lyrics in the shower carried over through the walls and you found your feet moving almost of their own accord.

What Tae doesn’t know won’t hurt him, you rationalized, making your way down the hall toward Jin’s door. Besides—it’s not as if I’m going to steal anything…

You just needed to find that scent again.

By the time your fingers closed over the knob every one of your nerves was strangely—acutely—alert but nothing could have prepared you for what was waiting behind the door.

Oh. My. Gosh.

“What a colossal nerd.”

The room was covered floor to ceiling in Nintendo memorabilia.

Bright primary colors assaulted your eyes from all directions in the form of action figures, posters, pillows, and every other conceivable merch variety known to man.

In the center of the suite stood a large king-sized bed covered in a custom black couture toile-style Mario-verse bed set (that looked every bit as expensive as it was geeky) and a mountain of high quality Nintendo character plush toys.

Everything was simultaneously luxe and nostalgic—a rare combination of sophisticated aesthetic balance and childlike indulgence.

And the scent was there.

It was faint and covered under layers of cleaner and air fresheners, but still lingering just below the surface—too weak for you to get a really good whiff, yet potent enough to torment you.

You moved forward unconsciously toward the strongest source of the hypnotic smell—the strangely inviting expanse of Kim Seokjin’s mattress.

Suddenly the urge to climb—no crawl—across the bed itself and roll around in it like a kitten in catnip gripped you out of nowhere.

“What the hell?” you muttered, rubbing absently over the mating gland at the base of your neck.

Something very odd was going on with your body.

Your restless gaze zeroed in on one of the stuffed toys piled atop his pillows. It was a cute little mushroom man your brain recognized as a Mario character named ‘Toad’.

Take it.

Your mouth dropped open in shock.

You need it.

“Am I going insane?” you wondered aloud.

You have to take it.

Muscles in your hand began to twitch involuntarily. You bit your lip.

Bring it back with you.

Several minutes later a freshly washed Taehyung wandered over to your room and found you sitting perfectly still on your bed while staring off into space.

His head tilted in curious concern.

“Everything ok?”

You started a bit at the sound of his voice, but recovered quickly.

“Never better!” you chirped—almost too brightly. “Let’s go get some dinner, I’m starving.”

Then you grabbed his hand and pulled him down the hall toward the kitchen—shutting the door before he could catch a glimpse of his brother’s stuffed Toad doll stashed underneath your pillow

“...a critical water main rupture in the city’s New Market district early this morning has forced several residents out of their homes as flood water swelled up to nearly two feet. The governor declared a state of emergency and ordered hotels around the city to accommodate the displaced citizens. Crews are still clearing the water and assessing damages. We expect—

“Hey!” you shouted through a mouthful of cereal, after Your best friend switched off the television, “I was watching that!”

“And what you should be doing is getting ready for the pool.” Tae snatched your cereal bowl and dragged you by your shirt collar toward the stairs. “It is the first morning of our vacation. I’m not trying to waste any time. Now go.” He shoved you forward, smacking your ass for good measure.

You swatted back at him half-heartedly as jogged back up to the room where you enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep last night.

Kim Seokjin’s door glared at you accusingly as you shuffled past—unable to let you forget that you had kidnapped it’s little mushroom man in an unexplained fit of kleptomania, but that was a problem for your future self.

The you of right now was going to zen out in the Kim family's premium glass-enclosed indoor pool (it was still a little chilly for the outdoor pool) with her best friend and bask in the simple joys of good company and no responsibility.

...Or not.

A few minutes later you bounced into the living room wearing a simple black tankini with a cute floral cover only to find Taehyung on the phone with his head in his hands.

“Yes, sir. I understand… I...I know this is my responsibility...”

That didn’t sound good.

After a few more tense moments, Tae hung up and collapsed backward into the couch with a heavy sigh.

“That water main break you heard about on TV this morning was the last straw between the province and its current contractor. They called an emergency meeting for new bids.”

Your heart dropped as you sank down beside him.

“Your dad wants you to go...doesn’t he.”

Taehyung nodded miserably.

“He can’t leave the Seoul opening on such short notice and managing government construction contracts is part of what I’ve been training for. This could be huge for our company.”

“Well...why doesn’t your brother go?”

“Jin is the brains behind most of our patented gaming and tech innovations. He wouldn’t even know where to begin with this sort of thing. Besides,” his lips quirked up in a rueful grin, “my brother doesn’t have the patience to stroke entitled geriatric egos for hours on end—which is likely what I’m going to have to do.”

The two of you headed back to Taehyung’s room where you helped him pack some suits and toiletries for his trip.

Naturally you were disappointed but...this was a great opportunity for your best friend to prove himself in his chosen field and you both knew it. In fact, he was already starting to brighten a bit.

“The meeting is about a hundred miles north of here. My dad’s secretary already handled the flight and hotel room.” His eyes darted around the suite to see if he was forgetting anything.

It was clear he was nervous, though you were sure he didn’t need to be. Kim Taehyung was a trust fund brat, but he was also talented and deeply passionate about his family’s company.

Someday this would be the norm. The two of you were stealing time in college, determined to live a little before the expectations of your powerful families transferred fully onto your shoulders.

It was becoming more and more clear, however, that your carefree time was slowly running out.

Mother had already spoken to you about potential marriage alliances and your father expected you to intern with his Vice President this summer just as your elder sister had...

Taehyung’s voice suddenly interrupted your bittersweet introspection and you couldn’t help but smile at how grown-up he looked in his suit and briefcase ensemble.

Everything was going to change, but not quite yet.

“They estimate negotiations should take around a week or so…” He walked over and pulled you into a tight hug. “There should still be some vacation left for us when I get back.”

“Hurry back then,” you mumbled grumpily into his chest and he chuckled.

“I will.”

Taehyung had been gone for less than twenty minutes when you decided that the best use of your time would be to eat more snacks.

The last thing you expected when you skipped merrily into the kitchen was to find it occupied by a shaggy-haired homeless man in glasses.

Your first instinct was to scream which caused the homeless man to drop the apple he was biting right onto the floor where it rolled around for a small eternity before coming to rest at his ankles.

Your second instinct was to grab a butcher’s cleaver from the nearby knife block and wave it chaotically at the intruder while shouting something along the lines of—

“You’ve made a huge mistake! My boyfriend is the biggest, meanest mafia boss in Seoul! Leave now and he might let you live!”

The homeless man continued to stare at you with a mixture of confusion and shock, but made no move to run away in terror like you were hoping.

So you tried again.

“Didn’t you hear what I said?! The last man who touched me drinks his steak through a straw now! Do the smart thing and leave before my boyfriend comes down those stairs and it’s too late!”

Infuriatingly, the homeless man was still not fleeing for his life and frankly you were starting to get frustrated. You drew in a deep cleansing breath and were prepared to issue another grandiose threat when he finally spoke.

“I’m sorry, miss. I... think there’s been some sort of mistake. Who is your boyfriend?”

There was no rational explanation for what came out of your mouth next, but it rolled off your tongue so smoothly and you didn’t even flinch.

“Kim Seokjin.”

For the first time in your entire exchange, the intruder looked truly alarmed.

Now that’s more like it.

“You’ve heard of him I see. He’s a dangerous man and my body belongs to him.” You slammed the cleaver down onto the countertop with a (hopefully) menacing slash. “Kim Seokjin doesn’t like when other men put their hands on what belongs to him.”

There was a long, unpardonably tense moment of silence…Then the stranger slowly reached forward and picked up a mobile phone from the table in front of him.

His eyes remained locked with yours as he pressed a quick series of buttons, brought the phone to his ear, waited a few seconds and said—

“Taehyung… Would you mind telling me why there is a half-naked, knife-wielding omega in our kitchen claiming to be my girlfriend?”

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When The Clock Strikes Midnight Collab.

Sukuna x Female Reader

Little Red Riding Hood Theme.

Word Count: 2.4k

Trigger warnings: Non-Con. Please do NOT read if this bothers/triggers you. View at your own discretion.

Tags: NSFW, Non-Con, Little Red Riding Hood Theme, JJK, Jujutsu Kaisen AU, Sukuna x DFAB Reader, Predator x Prey Trope.

It hadn’t always been like this.

She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when the rumours had started, or when fear had spread like a vicious wildfire around the village. She remembered a time before the whispers and the unofficial curfew. She remembered a time when the sun used to shine, and life as she knew it was just plain ordinary.

There was a cursed spirit that supposedly lurked in the woods that separated the small village from her grandmothers cottage. She wasn’t sure when or how it had arrived, just that people who dared go near the forest were never seen again.

She had lost classmates, friends. Too many she knew went venturing into the forest, to never return again. Some of them were brave; searching for missing family and friends. And some were stupid, sneaking into the dense wood on dares in the dead of night. It didn’t matter their intention. Whoever entered the forest, never came back.

Y/N was neither brave nor stupid.

No, certainly not brave. Even now, her heart raced fiercely in her chest as she slowly trudged through the sea of amber leaves on the forest floor. Her hands were clammy and balled into tight fists inside the oversized sleeves of her red hoodie. Her breaths came fast and laboured, creating a white smoke in the cold autumn air. No, she certainly wasn’t brave at all.

She just felt guilty.

The fear and hysteria had gotten so severe in the village that no one dared deliver groceries to her grandmother anymore. It had been almost 5 days since all ventures into the forest had stopped completely, and Y/N was certain her grandmother had to be slowly starving by now. She was far too old and frail to be foraging for food in the forest, and far too sickly to be going without proper nutrition.

Y/N wasn’t stupid.

She knew a journey into the forest meant certain death. She knew this, she really did.

But she couldn’t just let her grandmother starve to death.

She was the last bit of family she had. And starvation was such a slow and cruel death. She couldn’t handle the guilt, the overwhelming feeling of responsibility that weighed heavily in her chest.

So here she was, on a gloomy October morning, walking into certain death, with a basket full of groceries clutched to her chest.

It was almost funny.

No, it was funny. She giggled to herself. Actually, it was hilarious. She had ventured into certain death with nothing to arm herself with, but cans of soup. She giggled some more; perhaps she was dumb.

“How odd. They’re not normally crazy until after I’ve finished with them.”

Her body froze in place, and her eyes darted around wildly, trying to find the source of the voice. From what the village elders had told everyone, cursed spirits weren’t supposed to talk.

“No matter. You humans are always the same when you die. Snivelling, pathetic little shrimps right until the last breath.”

The voice was closer now, causing the hairs on her arms to stand on end. She turned her whole body suddenly, whipping her head round to face the incredible evil that stood behind her.

What stood before her wasn’t what she expected at all.

She hasn’t expected a cursed spirit to look so human. The elders had painted them as such ghastly creatures, a terrible sight for anyone who could actually see them. But the entity that stood before her was almost attractive. Something so pleasing to the eye that, if she weren’t scared out of her mind, she might’ve found him incredibly handsome.

His pink hair complimented his red eyes perfectly, and his frighteningly tall figure was sculpted and muscled beneath the white robe he wore.

“Y-you’re human?” She questioned uncertainly.

He looked human enough. Sure, he had odd black markings on his skin but that could just be paint, right? The elders had insisted cursed spirits were monsters, incapable of speech and very unlikely to be seen by the eyes of ordinary humans.

“You can see me?” He seemed genuinely delighted at the prospect, a large grin splitting his face, revealing sharp, pointed teeth.

Teeth that certainly weren’t human.

She shook her head dumbly, averting her eyes in a futile attempt to pretend she was blind to the presence in front of her.

“You shook your head to my question, which means you can hear me too. What an interesting little human you are,” he almost cooed to her, stepping forward in curiosity.

She stepped back instinctively, with every fibre of her being screaming for her to run. She was in the vicinity of an apex predator. She was the prey, she was helpless. She knew this in her very soul.

Run.

Her brain was screaming at her to sprint, adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her muscles were poised, ready to contract, to move her faster than she’d likely ever moved before.

But she couldn’t move.

“Humans haven’t been able to see me in millennia. Not since those jujutsu sorcerers were still around.”

He was speaking to her again, smiling at her in malice. His cold red eyes appraised her form, smiling wider when he noticed how ready she was to bolt.

“What’s the matter little human? Cat got your tongue?” He chuckled darkly, stepping even closer.

“You know, most people would have ran by now. What’s the matter? Too frightened to move?” He taunted her, making her blood boil at his mocking tone.

“What’s the point in running? I’d be dead within seconds. I’d rather face my death head on. I’m not a coward.” She spat at him, her eyes a raging fire.

She could tell he enjoyed this. He enjoyed the fear he brought to people, the chase when they ran. And she was sure he enjoyed killing them after.

Though she was terrified, and her body screamed at her to run as fast as she could, she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

His resounding laugh startled her.

“What an interesting little creature you are!” He laughed in delight, clapping his hands together with a large grin.

“But your little front doesn’t fool me. I can hear your racing heart, little girl. I can smell the adrenaline coursing through your veins. I can taste your fear.” His voice lowered and he stepped toward her again.

She backed up now, cursing herself when her back hit the cold bark of a tree. She should’ve been more aware of her surroundings. He was too close to try moving away from the tree behind her now.

She was too frightened to try move anyway, her legs shook and she slumped slightly into the tree trunk, her knees weak from fear. She wanted to be strong, to face her imminent death head on.

But she was afraid.

His large figure caged her to the tree, his arm coming to rest just above her head. He looked down at her cruelly.

“You. Are. Terrified.” He whispered in her ear. She whimpered in response, her head sinking into her shoulders in fear.

“You know,” he started, a hunger settling in his crimson eyes once again.

“There was a story that went around this village back when I was human,” Sukuna purred, drawing his face closer to hers so that their noses almost touched.

“About a poor little girl…” he grabbed her fragile wrists in his hands, pinning them above her head. She watched him through fearful, wide eyes.

He could feel her heart hammering in her chest. He had forgotten how pleasant and warm a woman’s body could be. She was ever so pretty too, her large doe eyes had drawn him in from the beginning.

“And a big…” he put his lips to her ear, grinning at how she shivered in fear.

“….Bad…” he licked the shell of her ear, revelling in her cry of fear.

“….Wolf.” Sukuna growled, pushing his body into hers, trapping her impossibly tight against the tree. He licked up her neck, moaning at just how good she tasted.

So sweet.

She tried squirming away from him; being pinned so tightly between him and the tree was almost painful. She squeezed her eyes tightly shut, she couldn’t bear to look at the beautiful monster in front of her anymore.

“You’re delicious.” Sukuna whispered in her ear, nibbling on the lobe.

“Did you eat the other people that came into the woods?” She’d tried to sound strong, but the wobble in her voice betrayed her.

He pulled back to look down upon her coldly. His cruel smirk told her the answer to her question.

“Yes.” He affirmed, stroking her cheek with one sharp nail while his other hand kept her wrists pinned above her head.

Her knees almost gave way at his answer, as her breaths came out in frantic gasps.

So many people…

So many people had been eaten. By this human-like monster in front of her.

Oh, god. Y/N thought.

I’ll be eaten too.

“A-are you gonna eat me?” She breathed, looking up into his cold red eyes. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Y/N didn’t want to die. She was too young. She had so much to live for, so much she wanted to do. She never even got to leave this damned village. She was born here, set to die here, without ever seeing anywhere else.

A wasted life. She thought miserably.

“No.”

Her eyes met Sukuna’s again in shock.

“Though you are delicious,” he grinned, his pointed teeth making her shudder.

“A human hasn’t been able to see or hear me in millennia. And here you are,”

“A pretty little girl, who stumbled so innocently into my territory,” he was whispering into her ear again, making her shiver.

“Who can see and hear me. Killing you would be a waste.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, groaning at how good she smelt.

“It’s been years since I felt the touch of a woman.” He told her, sucking lightly on her neck.

Her eyes widened as the meaning of his words dawned on her.

“No, no, no, no! No way…no way in hell will I…I’m not…I won’t be your whore.” She sputtered angrily, squirming wildly, trying to pull her wrists from his grip.

He dropped her wrists, stepping backwards. The grin on his face was feral.

“Such spunk for helpless little prey like you” he delighted.

“Let’s play a game.” He decided, a gleeful grin still playing on his lips.

“You’ll be little red riding hood,”

“And I’ll be the big, bad wolf.” He bared his sharp teeth at her, portraying just how wolflike he really looked.

“If you make it out of these woods before I catch you, you’re free.”

“But if I catch you, you’re mine.” He growled possessively.

“I’ll give you a little head start, it’s only fair. You’re such weak prey after all.” He ran his fingers through his hair, his posture undoubtedly relaxed.

Y/N knew he was certain of his inevitable victory.

She was sure he would win too, even with whatever ‘head-start’ he was so graciously going to give her. He’d single handedly pinned her against the tree like it was nothing, despite her using all her strength to squirm away. This ‘game’ of his was futile.

But, damn, she had to try.

She couldn’t just roll over and become someone’s whore.

She took off running, unwilling to hear him speak anymore. She thought perhaps if she ran and caught him off guard, she’d be able to put even more distance between them.

She could hear his loud laughter booming behind her, she’d never heard something so cold.

“Ten.” She heard him call, and she almost cried in response.

Ten seconds??

That’s what he called a head start?

She pushed herself harder, the muscles in her legs burning from the exertion. She wasn’t even sure the direction she was running in was the right one, she’d had no time to think. All she could do was run and hope that she reached the village in time.

“Nine.” He still sounded somewhat close.

“Eight.” His voice sounded somewhat distant now.

“Seven.” The end of the forest was nowhere in sight, but his voice was definitely fading.

“Six” she barely heard him, perhaps she’d put a decent distance between them now, she hoped.

She weaved in and out of the trees with an agility she never knew she possessed. The adrenaline pumping through her veins made everything clearer, focussed her enough to easily dodge stray roots and branches that would trip her or hinder her escape.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been, but she guessed he was probably chasing her by now. She just hoped she’d covered enough distance to escape him.

She didn’t hear him.

He was silent as he tackled her roughly to the ground.

Air was forced out her lungs in a gasp at the force of it, her dazed eyes meeting his as he pinned her roughly to the ground.

“No…no…” she breathed, tears pouring out her eyes.

He sat on her, his weight heavy on her waist, as he leaned toward her, her wrists being pushed painfully into the cold ground.

“I win.” He whispered into her ear, before licking it.

“No…” she whimpered as more tears fell.

“Yes.” He purred, nuzzling her neck again.

“You smell delightful.” He groaned again.

“P-please…” she whimpered, her chest heaving still as she gasped for air.

“And now the wolf devours it’s prey.” He growled, licking up her neck.

“You said you didn’t want to eat me!” She cried.

He chuckled, licking away a stray tear from her cheek.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He growled.

“I lied.” He grinned, as she cried out again, shaking in fear.

“However, killing you really would be a waste.” He continued.

He sat up again, keeping her arms pinned by her head still. He appraised her form again, smirking. Sukuna truly hadn’t had the pleasure of seeing something so beautiful in a long time.

“Good thing there’s more than one way to eat someone.” He chuckled.

Y/N gasped shakily as the meaning of his words dawned on her.

Sukuna pressed his lips against hers roughly, forcing his tongue between her lips. He groaned as he did, relishing how good it felt. How good she tasted.

Yes, there was more than one way to eat someone. She thought helplessly.

She wasn’t sure which way was worse.

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