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stvharrngton · 6 months
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kinktober: day four
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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader
warnings: smut, 18+ minors dni, spanking, dom!steve and sub!reader, daddy kink
word count: 0.8k
taglist: @inkluvs @dukesmebby @sweetbabygirlsworld @kennedy-brooke @gvf23 @nix-rose @wheel-of-hyperfixation
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Tears pricked at your lashes as Steve’s hand came down on the plump flesh of your ass once again. The fourth, fifth or sixth time, you weren’t sure. Losing count when the sharp slap caused a rumbling in your lower stomach, arousal pooling in your panties.
You didn’t expect to end up here, laying across Steve’s lap as he spanked your ass. It was supposed to be a punishment but a punishment you enjoyed a little too much at this point. Something about being a little too brazen, a little too bratty. Pulling that poor guy onto the dance floor with you cause Steve wouldn’t pay you any attention, only to be dragged away by your jealous boyfriend, his chest rising and falling in anger.
The skirt you wore abandoned as soon as Steve got you home, your sweet little pink panties left on, the lace framing your ass just nicely. Your fingers clutching at the couch cushions, your teeth gritting with every slap.
“Have you learned your lesson, baby?” Steve cooed, large palm soothing over the reddening flesh.
The sound of his voice snapped you out of your daze, you could only stutter and stumble over your words in response, a feat that made Steve smirk all stupid.
“I’ll take that as a no,” he said, all cool and collected as his palm collided with your ass once more, causing a yelp to erupt from your lips.
He watched in amusement as your thighs clenched together, taking a moment to slide his fingers between your legs. Steve pressed the pads of his fingers against your panties, feeling how soaked the lace was, causing a low grumble in his throat.
You purse your lips, trying your best not to let a moan slip out as Steve let his fingers slip inside your pussy, barely up to his knuckles but enough to tease you, to send you reeling. Steve thrived on how you writhed on his lap, doing your best to not let on that you were enjoying this. It was supposed to be a punishment after all.
“Steve,” you whined, curling your toes as the knot built in your stomach. Your thighs clenched in desperation, trying anything to relieve some of the tension you were feeling.
Slap.
You winced at the sting, gnawing on your bottom lip to stop yourself from crying out. Steve was all riled up, cock straining against his jeans at having you like this, cheeks hot and gaze dark and lustful.
“Stevie, please,” you begged. You couldn’t take it much longer, the sweet sting a little too much, the coil in your stomach wound too tight, your pussy leaking all over your thighs, you needed more.
Slap.
“Wanna try that again, honey?” Steve purred, voice silky smooth yet assertive. His dominant personality shining through his desire.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, heat rising to your cheeks immediately, your head dizzy as you blurred out exactly what Steve wanted to hear, “sorry Daddy.”
Steve chuckled, a shit eating grin spreading across his face, his palm soothing the red skin of your plump ass, “That’s better, good girl.”
You whined at the praise, knowing that Steve was holding out on you to prove a point. To prove that no one could make you feel as good he could, that your pussy belonged to him and him alone. But you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed something, needed Steve’s fingers, his mouth, his cock, anything.
“Please, Daddy,” you cried, “want you to make me feel good, need to feel you.”
Steve scoffed at your demand, his hand still rubbing over the peach of your ass, his fingers skimming dangerously close to your cunt with every stroke. A gesture that was really driving you insane.
“Oh, is that right, huh?” He teased, pulling the waistband of your panties back until they snapped against your skin, “Want me to take you upstairs and fuck my fat cock into that wet little pussy of yours? You wanna cream all over Daddy’s cock, honey?”
“Oh,” you whined, it came out strangled, a desperate attempt at convincing Steve to give you exactly what you wanted, “pleasepleaseplease, Daddy, want it so bad.”
Slap.
This one sent shivers down your spine, something about the way he spoke, the filthy and downright dirty scenario Steve was expressing had you in a tizz. Your panties soaked and your skin red hot.
“Think you deserve it? ‘m not so sure,” he teased and any other time you would have cursed the boy but at this moment you knew it would put you right back at square one.
It was then Steve yanked your panties down so they sat at your thighs, his fingers plunging between the apex of your thighs, two digits pushing past the entrance of your cunt. He pumped his fingers slowly, once, twice, curling them in the process, making you cry out in pleasure.
“I suppose,” Steve hummed, “only if you can be a good girl.”
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turtletaubwrites · 5 months
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You’d Do Anything For Me, Wouldn’t Ya, Doll?
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Pairing: Buggy the Clown x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2104
Summary: You are Captain Buggy’s Vicious Dagger, his blade tossing beauty that recently became his lover. You’d do anything for him, and tonight you prove it.
Rating/Warnings: Explicit, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 18+ Only, MDNI, Smut, Knife Play, Vaginal Fingering, Hair Pulling, Praise Kink, Pet Names, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rough Sex, Dom Buggy, Condoms Come Shot, Comeplay, Established Relationship, Fem!Reader, Reader Insert, Murder of an Unnamed Character, Don't Insult Captain Buggy
A/N: This is an extended scene from Ch. 11 of the long fic, Take Me With You (if Cabaji hadn’t so rudely interrupted). You don’t need to read that long fic to enjoy this smut! Hope you enjoy it! 🤡💙🗡️
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“Our deadliest dagger thrower is testing her skills! Is Orange Town’s bravest idiot lucky enough to survive the wheel of death?”
Before Buggy’s hands could send the wheel spinning, the man on the wheel screamed out, his voice lancing through the air.
“Leave us alone you ugly frea-”
The man’s insult toward Buggy was cut short as your dagger pierced his throat, dead center. You kept your Vicious face for him, and when Buggy looked at you, you knew he wanted you right then. Pride dripped through your skin as the tent filled with screams and crying for the quickly dying man.
Buggy spun the wheel, and you applauded as the man’s dying gurgles twisted through the air.
“There you have it folks! There’s no defeating Captain Buggy’s Vicious Dagger! Looks like Orange Town will have to do better than that at tomorrow’s show. See you then!”
You stood with Buggy in the light, using your body to gesture how he wanted you to, to show him off, your splendid Captain. You wanted to eat him up, the feeling of him so high making your own body shake.
The audience was led out of the main tent for the night, couldn’t do for them to see all the sets broken and made.
That left the big tent empty, save for you and Buggy.
Freaks had already come and cleaned the trash away, and you stood before the wheel, body on fire while he watched you practice.
Everytime you sunk a dagger, you pictured it sinking into the flesh of someone who’d hurt your King. You pictured the way he was looking at you right now, and you never wanted to stop.
Buggy lay across his throne, head tilted while you threw. His tongue kept leaving his teeth, and his smile was making your breath hitch.
You started to walk toward the wheel, all the daggers on your body now tossed across the floor.
Buggy’s hands flew out to stop you, and you gave a small, but excited yelp as you felt him touching you.
One hand grabbed your shoulder, and turned you back around so you could face him. You were both in spotlights, but he was still a knife’s throw away from you.
Buggy’s other hand returned carrying a dagger, and you reached out to take it.
He didn’t hand you the hilt, instead your breath caught as Buggy brought the knife to your throat.
You kept your Vicious smile on as you met his gaze.
Buggy beamed at you, eyes squinting in the light as the knife pressed into your skin gently.
The scrape of it made you gasp, in a far more sexual way than you expected. Buggy traced the edge of the blade down your throat, and then your chest as you shivered, and your eyes rolled back in your head. You cried out as the knife pulled a fraction more, taking just a prick of blood, before it was gone.
You looked toward Buggy and your knees almost buckled at the sight of him, legs spread on his throne, licking the taste of you off his dagger.
He laughed at you as you almost ran to him, not giving a fuck about anything except for your need to feel his tongue on you.
You were panting as you sped toward Buggy, and you tried to sit on his tempting lap.
Buggy’s blade stopped you, pressing under your ribcage as you caught yourself. The press of it was light, but the menacing look in his eyes made shiver, and you stumbled forward.
Buggy’s free hand shot out to grip your hair, forcing you up before you speared yourself on his dagger.
You cried out with a needy moan, and you couldn’t believe how wet you were from the tip of a blade and fingers fisting your hair.
“My beautiful freak.”
Buggy’s praise came out in a low rasp while he kept that taunting position on his throne.
“My Vicious girl. You treat your Captain so well.”
You whimpered quietly, aching for him to touch you. Then you felt the tip of that dagger drag along the fabric of the costume he’d chosen for you.
“You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t ya doll?”
Shaking, you nodded. You weren’t sure if you could speak as his blade met your skin again, tracing over the top of your breasts.
“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, Vicious?”
You gasped for him now, and if Buggy’s hand in your hair hadn’t pulled you tight, you might have fallen to your knees in front of him.
“Wouldn’t you?”
Buggy leaned forward, his whisper burning as his eyes devoured you.
Licking your lips, you fought to stay steady. His knife scraped threateningly along your throat as he waited.
“Yes, Captain.”
“Come here,” Buggy growled as he pulled you to him by your hair. He took the knife from your throat, but you knew it was still in his hand, still floating somewhere close.
Buggy forced you to lean down for him as he shoved his tongue down your throat, chuckling at the desperate whimpers he ate from your mouth.
“Take your clothes off.”
He kept his grip in your hair, lighter now, but you knew he could use it at any moment.
You remembered the way he’d looked at you when you killed for him, when you practiced the skills he’d taught you. Never taking your eyes off his satisfied face, you stripped yourself of every belt, buckle, and scrap of cloth.
You felt Buggy’s dagger again, and gasped as its cool metal teased and scraped along your back. It traced over your hips, and thighs while he smirked for you, eating up every twitch and moan you gave him.
“That’s it, kitten. Let your Captain have control.”
Gasping, you struggled to hold yourself up, even with the punishing grip he held in your hair.
Your body was aching for him, and you felt wetness seep onto your thighs as he teased you with the blade.
You saw Buggy’s eyes flick down, and he licked his lips as he purred.
“Such a delicious little freak you are. I wonder what other depraved acts I can do to you to get you wet like this, hm?”
Buggy laughed then as he dropped his knife, letting go of his grip on your hair. Your knees had fully buckled now, and he caught your limp, twitching body before you slammed into the floor.
He lifted you under the arms as you whispered pleas for him. He shifted in his throne and sat you on his lap, stroking your hair and shoulders.
“You’re so good for me, baby. Let me show you how you make me feel.”
You wrapped your arms around him as Buggy attacked your neck with his tongue, sweet kisses, sucks, and gentle bites making you shake in his arms.
He growled against your ear as you begged.
“P-please Captain, I need you, need you so bad.”
You cried out then as he stood, lifting you into the air. You tried to cling to him, to anything. Then you were gasping, looking down into his devilish eyes as he knelt before you. Now you were the one splayed across his throne. One of your legs hung over an arm of the chair, while your pussy was spread wide before your Captain's smirking face.
“Tell me again, sweets. What do you need?”
You moaned at his question, and at his teasing fingers dancing along your thighs.
“I-I need you, Captain Buggy. I need you to do whatever you want to me.”
Your head hit the back of the throne as Buggy pulled his gloves off with his teeth, his eyes getting dark and dangerous.
“Why do you need me?”
His voice felt violent as his bare fingers stroked closer, now playing with the slick that had fallen to your thighs. Your words came out breathy and your body shook for him.
“Because you’re my Captain. My everything. You’re the best, the flashiest lover, gods, Buggy you make me feel so fucking good. I nee-“
You let out a moan that was almost a scream and writhed as Buggy shoved two fingers deep, already finding that spot inside you. His other hand sent its thumb circling, attacking your soaking clit while its fingers pressed down hard on your lower stomach.
You groaned at the sensation, both sets of his fingers pressing toward each other from either side. Your own fingers dug into the wood of his throne, and you thrashed, moaning, screaming. The fingers he curled inside you pressed so hard into that spot you felt like you were going to burst.
And then you did. Your head slammed into the back of the chair now, your legs thrashing and twitching while Buggy kept up his assault.
Your orgasm drenched his fingers, his throne, and Buggy laughed as he praised you.
“That’s my filthy girl, my Vicious little demon.”
You could hardly breathe from the torturous pleasure still riding you.
“You’d kill someone right here, and let me fuck you while their blood was still warm, huh sweetheart.”
“Y-yes, Captain!”
Gasping, you twitched as Buggy freed you from the vise of his deadly fingers.
You writhed for him as you watched him free his heavy, dripping cock from his pants. Your tongue fell out of your mouth in need as he pulled a condom from his jacket and ripped it open with his teeth before fisting it down over himself, licking his lips while he stared at you.
He spread you further, your torso sliding down the large chair as he held your legs spread over each armrest.
“You’re my dirty little Queen, aren’t you, Vicious?”
“Fuck yes, Captain.”
You could barely speak, your body shivering in anticipation as Buggy’s twitching cock was so close to filling you.
“Are you gonna soak my throne in blood and come for me everyday?”
“Yes, Captain, please!”
“Mm, good girl.”
Buggy didn’t wait for you to breathe. He shoved his cock into you, hitting the end of you, filling your pussy so tight, so fucking full.
You felt hot tears of pleasure and pain trickle down your cheeks as you held on.
“That’s it, Vicious. You can take it all for me.”
You screamed and screamed, aching as he used and abused your dripping cunt. You felt another orgasm ripping through your body, and you scratched your nails down his jacket, knocking his Captain's hat askew as you reached for his neck.
“Tell me what you need.”
Buggy’s command came out sounding panicked, his thrusts losing rhythm as he fucked you so deep.
“I need you, Captain! I need your cock, please. Buggy, I need your come so fucking bad!”
Buggy groaned, thrusting a few more times before tearing himself out of you. He ripped the condom off, and you opened your mouth wide. You let your tongue hang from your lips as you stared into his frantic eyes, hoping to catch some of his taste.
Buggy’s eyes rolled back for a second, until he gave his cock the last couple strokes.
His hot come shot out with force, coating your chest, neck, and chin, landing some on your eager mouth.
The taste of him on your lips was intoxicating, and you licked every bit that you could reach. Buggy moaned, and fell to his knees. You twitched for him as he rubbed his hands across the art he’d left on your breasts.
Moaning, you felt your pussy clenching for him again as he played with his come along your skin, massaging it into your nipples before pinching them. Then he scooped some off your neck, his fingers dripping as he shoved them in your mouth, forcing you to take more of him in.
You shook under his gaze, the look of satisfaction and ownership in his eyes driving you wild. Sucking every drop off his fingers, you couldn’t believe how much your body wanted him so soon after all that abuse.
“My little Star.”
Buggy leaned forward, making you cry out as he licked his come off your nipples before giving you the softest of kisses.
He wrapped you in his jacket, then laid you on his lap as he murmured sweet praise and promises on his throne. You melted into him, and his gentle fingers on your face and hair. You almost dozed off under his tender affection.
“Captain Buggy.”
You felt Buggy tense as you did from the interruption.
Cabaji was back from his mission at the Marine base.
He’d better be bringing my Captain good news.
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buckychristwrites · 9 months
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Could This Be | Chap. Five | j.t.
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Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader
Summary: One minute, you're single and working for AFC Richmond as the team's medic. The next minute, you're in a fake relationship with the team's handsome striker who you know next to nothing about.
Word Count: 3.4k
Warnings: Discussions of Previous Emotional & Physical Domestic Violence. Cussing. Fake Dating
A/N: I hope you guys enjoy :)
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“Should we go in, then?” 
“Probably.”
Despite this, the both of you continued to sit in Jamie’s idling car. A slow trickle of rain fell on the windshield. From what you could tell, Keeley and Roy had not arrived yet. 
“Unless you want to wait for them?” You asked him. All he did was shrug. It was clear that he was anxious too. He kept pulling at the end of his jacket, you noticed, and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. Raising your hand slowly, hesitantly, you reached over and placed it on his forearm lightly. He jumped at the contact before whirling his head to face you.
“It’s gonna be okay,” You said softly. He looked between you and your hand, taking a deep breath before nodding. Just as he was about to speak, you looked over his shoulder to find Roy and Keeley on the other side of the street, approaching the door to the restaurant. You nodded in their direction. “They’re here. You ready?” He nodded before turning the car off and climbing out. You did the same, walking to the other side of the car where he stood. He held his hand out for you, raising his eyebrows in question. Your heart rate picked up from the anxiety the gesture brought, but even still, you reached out and pressed your palm into his. He adjusted his hand to entwine your fingers into his own before leading you across the road.
Your breath caught in your throat.
It was so simple. Yet, you had forgotten what it was like to have your hand held so delicately. His hand was warm against yours, but in a comforting way. His fingers were wrapped tightly around your hand, but not too tight to where you felt like you were in trouble, yet not so loose that you felt like he was doing it out of obligation. Both of those feelings, you were all too familiar with. There was something about the way his fingertips felt against the top of your hand that was so… consoling.
It made you want to cry on the spot. But, this time, not from sadness, or fear.
You wanted to cry out of euphoria.
Keeley caught sight of the two of you first, her face instantly breaking out into a wide smile.
“I can’t fuckin’ stand how cute the two of you are,” She said, shaking her head as she opened her arms for a hug. You walked into them, Jamie hugging Roy at the same time. When Keeley pulled away so she could hug Jamie, you turned to Roy.
“How’s my favourite grumpy old troll?” You asked him as he kissed your cheek and hugged you. 
“I feel like I see enough of you pricks without having to spend a whole dinner with you,” He grumbled, although you could just make out the playful tone in his voice. You rolled your eyes at him. Jamie opened the door to the restaurant and allowed Roy, Keeley and then yourself to enter before following behind. His hand brushed against yours as the group approached the hostess, and, instinctively, you slipped your hand in his, entwining your fingers for him this time.
The fact that the feeling of your hand being held left you with butterflies in your stomach made you feel so stupid. It shouldn’t be this groundbreaking to your stupid brain that you were holding someone’s hand without being afraid. But you continued with it anyway.
The hostess led the four of you to your table right away, allowing you to sit at the window table. Jamie pulled your chair out for you, a deep heat filling your cheeks as you sat down under the suspicious stare of Roy Kent, who had already sat down. When Jamie’s hand left yours, your skin was left with a cold void. The waitress was already swooping over with glasses of water before your chair was even scooted in.
“Jamie, when did you become such a gentleman?” Keeley asked, her hand over her chest. He looked between the three of you as he took his own seat. Clearly, he hadn’t done something he felt was worth commenting on.
“Oh erm…” 
“Isn’t he such a gentleman though?” You interjected, saving him from answering. “He even brought me flowers when he picked me up. Beautiful bouquet of roses.” You put a hand on his upper arm and gave it a squeeze. “Part of the reason I like him so much, I think.” Roy, who had been taking a drink of his water, snorted, blowing bubbles into his glass and subsequently getting water all over himself. Everyone else at the table wordlessly decided to collectively ignore this.
“So,” Keeley said, resting her chin over the tops of her hands. “Tell me everything.”
You and Jamie exchanged a look. It was too much to expect the subject to not be brought up so early in the dinner. Though, you were hoping to at least have some bread before it was mentioned. 
“Well, obviously, we met at work,” Jamie said, throwing his napkin on his lap. You had to resist the urge to run your hands down your face.
Sweet fucking Jesus.
“Well, I’ve been enlightened,” Roy said, having just finished cleaning the water off his black button up shirt. 
“It wasn’t because of work that we started talking though,” You explained, smiling sweetly at Keeley, who was still eagerly listening to the two of you.
“Oh yeah, we ran into each other outside of work one day,” Jamie added. You looked at him before looking back at them. Now he was giving you something to work with.
“Oh? Where did you run into each other?” Keeley asked. You glanced at Jamie again right as he was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
“The Zoo.” It slipped out so fast that you weren’t sure who had said it until everyone turned to stare at you. You nodded, standing by your answer. “The London Zoo. We ran into each other there.” Roy turned to Jamie.
“Why the fuck were you at the Zoo?” He asked. Jamie looked positively offended by the question.
“I love animals.”
“Enough to go to the Zoo by yourself?” 
“Who said I was by meself?”
“Who were you with then?”
Jamie stammered for a moment too long before finally saying, “...Meself.”
“I personally love going to the zoo by myself,” You chimed in casually just as the waitress came by with a basket of bread and to take drink orders. 
“We all are aware of your passion about zoos and animals,” Roy said as he ignored the new presence looming over the table. “I’m talkin’ about ‘im.”
“I’d love some wine,” Keeley said happily to the waitress, entirely unfazed by whatever it was that was happening at this table.
“Just keep the whiskeys comin’, love,” Jamie added, giving the waitress a tense smile. 
“Same for me,” Roy said, glaring at Jamie. 
“I’ll just stick with water,” You whispered before taking a long sip. This was clearly going to be the longest night of your life, and while you would rather be drunk for it, someone needed to be sober. And you weren’t sure that someone was going to be Jamie, who had also been your ride.
“What were you doing at the zoo, Jamie?” Keeley asked. He raised his shoulders in a shrug.
“Just felt like walkin’ amongst the animals.” He took a long drink from his water glass, and you did the same.
“And you two just ran into each other?” She followed up. You looked over at him, imagining this fake meeting in your mind.
“Yeah,” You said quietly. “We got to talking, and then the next thing we knew, hours had passed and we had just been walking around in circles!” Keeley smiled as if she was watching a romantic comedy in real time. You felt like you were an actor in one. Playing out the scenes but none of them actually being your own.
“What’s your favourite animal at the zoo then, Tartt?” Roy asked as he took another drink from his water glass.
“Pandas. Easy,” Jamie said confidently, folding his arms in front of him. It took everything in you to not slide out from your chair and under the table. You reached over and put a hand over his.
“...Would be your favourite if they had pandas, like we talked about when we ran into each other!” You said through your teeth. Jamie smiled.
“Right. Fuckin’ love pandas. They should be at every zoo.”
“You had mentioned the African wild dogs were really good, if I’m remembering correctly,” You said as you scratched your forehead. Jamie snapped his fingers before pointing at you. 
“That’s what I meant. African wild dogs.”
“Yeah, because African wild dogs are so similar to fuckin’ pandas,” Roy retorted. You grabbed a piece of bread and stressfully took a very large bite. 
“It’s the fur pa’ern,” Jamie tried to defend himself, gesturing around his eyes. “They got the dark fur around their eyes, yeah? Similar to pandas.”
“Isn’t the bread here just amazin’!?” Keeley asked as she took a piece for herself. It was unclear if she was trying to alleviate the tension or if she just really thought the bread was good, but you were thankful for her input regardless. Both Roy and Jamie took that opportunity to take a piece of bread for themselves. The waitress came back with the drinks, setting them down and pulling out her pad for orders.
“We need a minute,” Roy told her before she could even get a word out. She nodded before wandering off again. You took the menu and opened it for the first time. Jamie, instead of reading his own, was looking over your shoulder.
“I recommend the fettuccine,” He said quietly, pointing to where it was on the menu. “Although their shrimp is pretty good too.” You glanced over the menu to see if Keeley and Roy were paying attention before turning your head slightly towards Jamie.
“I’m allergic to shellfish,” You whispered, desperate for the other two not to hear. 
“You’re allergic to shellfish?” He whispered back in a shock filled voice. You nodded.
“My throat will close right up.” You closed your fist quickly to demonstrate, causing Jamie’s eyes to widen. Roy dropped his menu loudly onto the table, making the both of you jump.
“You didn’t know she’s allergic to shellfish?” He demanded, sounding displeased, almost disgusted. You set the menu down lightly.
“It just hasn’t come up, Roy,” You said, trying and failing to not sound tired. “We’ve only just started dating. We’re still getting to know each other.” Keeley turned to Roy, putting her hand on his thigh. 
“Babe,” She said gently. “You need to calm down.” His eyes rolled upward, staring at the ceiling as she chastised him. “They’re our friends, yeah? There’s no need to quiz them, or interrogate them! They’re happy, and we’re happy.” His eyes fell on Jamie once again.
“Yeah,” He grumbled. “Happy.” 
Keeley turned around to face forward again, giving you another bright smile. You were so thankful for her at this moment. Though you knew that Roy meant well, you weren’t sure he always realised how incredibly intimidating he is. Or maybe he did, and he just didn’t care. The waitress returned to take orders, and you did take Jamie’s suggestion to get the chicken fettuccine alfredo (no shrimp for you though). When she walked off again, you saw that Roy and Jamie both started and finished their whiskeys in the same gulp at the same time.
“What sort of things do you do together?” Keeley asked, sipping on her wine.
“Ride bikes!” Jamie was quick to answer on his own. This time, Roy turned to you.
“You fuckin’ hate cycling.” 
You shrugged, trying to remain casual. “I’m getting into it.” You tilted your head, trying to look thoughtful. “Jamie’s helped me… see the fun in it. Like he did with you!” He looked so homicidal that you had to look away while drinking your water to avoid laughing. 
“Sometimes we just run errands together, just so we don’t have to do them alone,” You added. “But also, obviously, to spend more time together.” Keeley looked lovestruck.
“Awww, you always talk about how much you hate doing errands alone!”
Which you did. It always felt so… sad to go to the grocery store or to the bank alone. Something about the fact that this was a lie made your chest hurt. 
The waitress swept in again, this time to deliver the plates of food. The serving size was smaller than you had thought it would be, especially due to the amount it was going to cost. You weren’t used to fancy restaurants, mostly going to the local takeout spots near your house that gave you enough food to last a few days. Picking up your fork, you dug into your plate, as everyone else already had. 
You looked over at Jamie, who you just now noticed had gotten the fettuccine as well. When he noticed your gaze on him, he raised his eyebrows in question.
“No shrimp?” You asked curiously. He shook his head, looking at you with knitted eyebrows.
“Didn’t want to risk it.”
“Risk what?” You asked. He pointed to you.
“You.” He looked confused. “Being near it makes your throat go-” He closed his fist tightly, just as you had done before. “-yeah?” You shook your head, biting back a smile.
“It’s only if I ingest it, or if it touches my food,” You explained. 
He let out a quiet, “Oh,” looking down at his plate before his eyes were on you once more. 
“Oh well.”
It was touching how he considered you when ordering his own food. There were specific memories in your head of parties (yes, multiple) thrown by your ex significant other where you couldn’t eat any of the food provided due to shellfish being involved. The sadness you had felt during those times was so vivid in your mind.
“Do you even know where the zoo is?” Roy asked, reeling the conversation back. You wanted to throw your fork at him.
“Camden,” Jamie answered without a second thought. You were surprised at the speed, but tried not to let that show in your expression. Roy didn’t say anything in response, just growling, as he always does, before turning back to his plate. 
Soon enough, your plate was empty. The food wasn’t anything to phone home about, and certainly not worth the price tag, but it was decent enough. Jamie hummed, making you look at him in time to see him gesturing towards his mouth.
“You got somethin’…” He said. You went to grab your napkin, but he was already reaching over with his own. “May I?” You caught his eye before nodding. It was delicate, the way he wiped the alfredo sauce from your mouth. It was also incredibly intimate, and you could feel the embarrassment filling your chest. He didn’t appear to notice as he pulled away. “There ya go, love.” 
The nickname caught you off guard. Of course, you had heard him refer to the waitress earlier in the same way, but you weren’t expecting the same treatment. Though, maybe that was on you for not. You tried to continue as normal, and not allow yourself to feel whatever it was that was boiling up in your chest. Was it anxiety? Was it delight? It was hard to say. 
The waitress came back with the check, which Jamie snatched as Roy began to reach for it.
“I got it,” Roy said with his hand held out. Jamie shook his head, raising his hand so his palm was facing Roy.
“Please.” 
“Give me the fuckin’ check, Tartt.”
Jamie didn’t say another word, instead just taking his credit card out of his wallet. When the waitress came by again, he all but threw them at her without breaking eye contact with Roy. 
The way Jamie and Roy naturally butt heads on their own without your intervention had always been funny, but it being worse now that you were involved made it all the more hilarious.
Before long, the four of you were standing to leave. Just as you turn to walk away from the table, you find Jamie standing there waiting with his hand extended out towards you. It was hard to pretend you weren’t excited to have your hand back in his. When your fingers curled through his again, it felt like cuddling up under a blanket after a long day at work. Like your hand was just meant to be held by his. In a fake romantic sort of way, of course.
The rain was still softly falling. Your eyes drifted upwards towards the sky once you crossed the threshold into the cool night air. As you and Jamie walked, your intertwined hands naturally swung back and forth. Roy and Keeley turned before getting too far. 
“Thank you for the lovely evening,” Keeley said, giving you a hug. Despite yourself, your hug back was only one armed, as you still had a grip on Jamie’s hand. He didn’t make any moves to break it either, as he said his goodbyes. When you turned to Roy, you gave him a small smile.
“Are you gonna start being nice now?” You asked him. He rolled his eyes.
“I’ll be the nicest fuckin’ angel on the planet.” 
You gave him your most radiant smile.
“Thank you.” 
When you hugged him, he didn’t say another word, but he gave you a tight squeeze. And that was enough. You knew exactly what he meant.
One more set of waves were exchanged as Jamie and you turned to head towards his car. He opened the door to the passengers side for you, and when you flopped in, your hand fell from his, leaving the void once again. He ended up only having one drink, the other one abandoned on the table once the food arrived. You were grateful, as you didn’t want to drive his car. 
Jamie climbed into the driver’s side and shut the door. Staring at the steering wheel, a moment passed before he spoke. “I think that went alright.” 
You wrinkled your nose in thought.
“I think it went as well as one could expect it to.” 
As he pulled the car from the curb, you curled into your seat, the anxiety melting away now that it was just you and him.
“Glad I didn’t get the shrimp,” He mumbled. “Coulda killed ya.”
“It would’ve gotten us out of the dinner though,” You pointed out. “Wouldn’t have had to listen to you say there’s pandas at the London zoo.” He let out a loud laugh.
“I didn’t know!” He was laughing as he said this.
“That’s obvious,” You said, shaking your head. He shot you a pouty look, and you shook your head even more.
“We hadn’t even ordered at that point,” He pointed out. “So I woulda said it either way. Just couldn’t escape it.” You stared out the windshield, fighting the urge to laugh anymore.
“A shame.”
You watched the buildings go by as the car drove down the surprisingly sparse road. It was slightly dark, the only light being from the headlights and the post lamps.
“D’you know what though, I think we convinced Roy,” Jamie said happily. You rolled your head across the headrest to look at him.
“Maybe,” You said. “But he’ll probably still be mean to you.” He shrugged. 
“I’m not worried.” He made a nonchalant face. “He’s already mean to me.” You fought a smile.
“That’s true,” You said. “Although, you deserve it sometimes.” 
“Oi, when the fuck do I deserve it?” He demanded, staring at you as if you had betrayed him. 
“When you’re being a fucking prick?” You shouted back at him in a questioning tone. He fell back in his seat. 
“Yeah, alright.” A beat passed. “But most of the time, I don’t deserve it, right?”
You stared down at your hand, curling and straightening your fingers over and over to try and fight the tingling feeling creeping through them. It didn’t work, but you already knew why. If you imagined hard enough, you could pretend like a warm hand was still fit inside it. Maybe that was all you could do to fill the void. Just pretend.
“No, Jamie,” You said. “Most of the time, you don’t.”
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Chapter 1: Upon Impact
She doesn’t remember coming to consciousness. She doesn’t remember opening her eyes. The first thing she remembers is sitting in the driver’s seat of a car, her hands resting on her lap.
She jumps and lets out a strangled cry, taking sudden violent hold of the steering wheel, thinking for one terrified second that she is driving, that she is about to crash.
But she’s not. The car is unmoving, parked on a city street. Her shoulders lower; her panic drains away. It is dark outside, with streetlights glowing hazy apricot overhead, light enough for her to make out what is around her.
She rubs her palms together in front of her lips, then sits still, blinking, taking stock. She’s okay. There’s no immediate danger. She will be all right. She just needs to figure this out, figure out what has happened here.
Scully begins to look around with the eye of an investigator. She doesn’t recognize the car. It has the generic, slightly-worn look of a rental, a sedan. There is no purse or bag next to her, nor in the back seat. There is no paperwork sitting around or in the glove box. There is a single key in the ignition.
She looks down at her body. She notices a thin cut on her left hand: not severe, but it stings a bit. She is slightly surprised to see she isn’t wearing work clothes, her normal uniform. She is dressed casually, in clothes for warmer weather. Jeans: a pair she recognizes, a pair she bought fairly recently. A top she doesn’t recognize, a fitted tee-shirt, soft, rose-colored. Sandals she hasn’t seen before in her life. Her toenails are painted smooth pale pink, and she doesn’t remember doing that either.
Her chest tightens. The unfamiliar clothes, the idea of someone putting them on her unconscious body, someone painting her toenails: she has had far too many experiences with these kinds of violations already. Who has been touching her? The idea makes her stomach drop.
Her heart starts to thump loudly, so loudly she feels it resonating through her whole body. She wraps her arms around herself, willing herself to calm down. It’s okay. She’s okay.
She reaches down into her pockets, patting over her body, feeling for a phone or holster. Nothing. In her right pocket she hooks her finger around a metal loop, and she pulls out her keys. They look all right and seem to be accounted for — car, apartment, office, Mulder’s apartment.
All right. She is clearly having some kind of memory loss—something has caused her to forget how she got here. It could have any number of causes. A hit to the head, maybe. She palpates her scalp experimentally, but feels nothing out of the ordinary. A medication, perhaps. What is the last thing she clearly remembers?
Closing her eyes for a moment, she sifts through her thoughts. Texas. The explosion in the federal building. Running through the strange cornfield at night. No. That was earlier.
Then she remembers: it was going to Mulder’s apartment. She had driven her own car, not a rental. And she wasn’t wearing these clothes; she was wearing her black suit. She had been going to tell him about the transfer to Salt Lake City.
It was a conversation she’d dreaded. She’d intended to do it fast, rip off the band-aid, and leave right away. But it hadn’t gone like that. He’d chased her into the hallway. And then… there had been a very startling overture from Mulder. Something she truly had not seen coming.
Although it would be a lie to say it had been only his impulse, wouldn’t it? She wouldn’t have stopped him from kissing her. She had no intention of stopping.
Then she had been stung by something. A bee? She’d been losing consciousness.
And that is where her memory stops short.
Scully touches the back of her neck to where she remembers the sharp prick of the sting, but she feels nothing there either. Could she have been given some medication to treat her reaction to the sting? Something to affect memory?
She looks outside the car’s windows, trying to visually assess where she might be, but her sightlines are limited. Opening the door, she steps out to look around. The weather is warm, which tracks with what she remembers—it had been warm when she went to Mulder’s, too. There are several unidentifiable blocks of brick apartment buildings, but down the street, she can see a lit drugstore adjacent to a sandwich shop. Across the street is a laundromat and an Ethiopian restaurant.
She knows these places. It’s Georgetown. DC. She’s only a few blocks away from her own apartment.
Oh. That makes things simpler.
In shaky relief, almost wanting to laugh, she slides back into the car. She has a car; she has her apartment keys; she can just drive home. She can sit on her own couch, call Mulder, and figure out what the hell is going on from there.
***
Scully feels exhausted by the time she parks her car, even though she’s decided it must not be that late at night. There are still cars on the streets, and there is a young couple walking arm in arm outside her building, apparently enjoying the mild weather.
She’s outright overjoyed at the sight of her front door. There is nothing that a shower and pajamas won’t make better. She longs to hear Mulder’s voice, too. Once she has her bearings, she will be able to understand more what has happened to her. She can piece together the story.
The key is sticking, which isn’t altogether unusual, except she can’t get it to jimmy back and forth at all. It’s like it isn’t fitting into the lock.
She tries again, her frustration mounting. She rattles the door knob itself. Could she be using the wrong key? She double checks, but it is the same old apartment key she’s always used.
As she’s still looking down at her key, the door cracks open with alarming abruptness.
“Can I help you?” The voice is raspy, elderly, masculine, unfamiliar.
“I—I…this is my apartment,” Scully says, flustered. Cold panic worms its way into her chest.
“I promise it’s not, miss. You got the wrong apartment.”
“But I…”
“Are you looking for #25? It’s the floor above.”
Scully is speechless, her mind racing to understand. She cranes her neck to peer inside. In the sliver visible through the door, she can see a segment of the pale, spotted face of an elderly man with one wary brown eye peering at her. Behind him, she can see the outline of a green lamp in the hall that doesn’t belong to her, the edge of an unfamiliar recliner. In the background she can hear a Western playing on the TV.
“I think there must be some mistake. We need to speak to Mr. Piteau, the landlord,” Scully says faintly.
“He’s in Cincinnati for his niece’s wedding,” the voice says. “You can come back next week and ask him, if you don’t believe me. But this is my place, miss. I live here.”
“I’m sorry,” she says haplessly. “I guess…I’m lost.”
“I guess you are,” the voice says. “Better find yourself.”
The door closes. Still standing there, Scully hears it latch.
Staring at the closed door to her own apartment, she feels her legs begin to sway underneath her.
***
Back in the rental car, Scully still feels like she is on a ship at sea. Her stomach roils in unpredictable swells. She wonders when she’s last had anything to eat, because she feels perilously close to throwing up. She tries to sit entirely still, to just think.
There is someone else in her apartment.
Someone else living in her apartment. Someone who definitely could be a plant, placed there by some nefarious entity to confuse her, but who for all the world honestly just seems to be some old man.
Some old man who lives in her apartment.
In any case, nefarious plant or no, right now the result is the same. She has no apartment. No possessions. No home. Nowhere to regroup.
And then there is the other problem, the potentially more troubling implication. She’d inferred she was having memory loss. She knew there was some span of time she could not account for. She’d imagined hours, days maybe.
Apparently that span of time is quite a bit longer than she realized. Long enough for her to lose her home. Long enough for someone else to move in entirely.
That thought induces enough panic to take her stomach over the edge. With desperate jerky movements, she throws open the driver’s side door, and she leans out to throw up on the pavement.
When she has finished, she sits up, feeling marginally better. Trembling slightly, she turns to compose herself in the rear view window.
In the reflection she studies her appearance. Does she look older? She runs her fingers methodically down her face, feeling for lines, for creases, for changes in her skin. She doesn’t see obvious differences. Maybe her hair is slightly longer, but this could be her mind playing tricks on her, too.
She places her hands back on the steering wheel, tapping her fingers nervously, trying not to hit the cut on her hand.
All right, she thinks, she’s had her little panic, and she’s gotten that out of the way. That’s enough of that for now. At least now her next destination is very clear.
Mulder will know what is happening. Mulder will tell her the truth. If Mulder is still in his apartment—if that hasn’t changed—he will be able to tell her what is going on. He is her failsafe. Always.
She takes a deep breath, swallows, and turns on the ignition.
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heart has his heart | part 3.
Summary: (Y/N) Heart is chosen alongside her friends to attend Auradon Prep. Of course her friend Mal’s mom, Maleficent, has a much more sinister plan than the kids just attending Auradon. Will they be able to pull of stealing the wand or will (Y/N) find herself liking Auradon a bit too much?
Pairing: Ben x reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: none
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“This is our one chance to prove to our parents that we can do this. That we are ruthless and vicious and cruel just like them.” You heard Mal as you walked into Jay and Carlos’ room.
“Speak for your own parents.”
“Where have you been?” Mal asked when you fully entered the room.
“Uh, shopping…” the other VKs just looked at you. “What? Auradon Mall has like two hundred stores.”
“Whatever, we figured out where the wand is.”
Mal showed you Evie’s magic mirror. It was showing the museum.
“Great, how are we getting it? This isn’t breaking into a house. The museum has guards and cameras.”
“We’re working on that part.”
“So, I guess we’re going now? Alright whatever, let’s just do this.”
The museum wasn’t nearly as guarded as you thought. It was just one man watching security cameras… with Maleficent’s spinning wheel on display right behind him. Auradon really didn’t think this through. But you guess, in their defense they didn’t expect any VKs to be running around the place.  
“Okay, M. Do your thing.”
Mal pulled out her spellbook and made the guard prick his finger, sending him into a sleep. You turned off the cameras as the others located the room the wand was in. There it was floating and glowing in some blue light. Jay leaned under the railing to grab it.
“Jay, don’t!”
“M, I thought you wanted it.”
“Do you not see the light.”
“Which is just a blue light,” you reasoned. “Nothing else in this museum has any sort of protection but that guard who’s probably counting his seven hundredth sheep by now.”
What you said was good enough for Jay and he reached for the wand. As soon as his hand touched the blue light he sent back and a loud alarm came on.
“Okay, I was wrong. Definitely not just a blue light!”
“A forcefield and a siren?” Carlos covered his ears.
“That’s just a tad excessive,” Jay said getting up from the ground.
“Let’s get out of here!”
You all ran out of the museum before the guard even had a chance to see you.
“Great, Jay. Now we have to go to class on Monday!” Mal yelled as you guys kept running, even when the museum was out of sight.
You were sitting in the newly created Remedial Goodness class. It was just you and the other VKs, no shocker there. Fairy Godmother was standing at the front of the class with a blackboard and some multiple choice questions written on it.
“If someone hands you a crying baby do you: a) curse it? b) lock it in a tower? c) give it a bottle? Or d) carve out its heart?”
What sort of questions are these? It wasn’t rocket science. Evie held up her hand for Fairy Godmother to call on.
“What was the second one?”
You looked at your friend.
“E? You’re kidding, right? You’re gonna lock the baby in a goddamn tower. Mother of the year award right there. It’s C. Give it a bottle.”
“Oh well, the language wasn’t the nicest but the answer was correct again, (Y/N),” Fairy Godmother said.
The VKs looked at you impressed.
“You are on fire, girl! How are you knowing all these?” Carlos asked.
“She just picked the answer that seemed the most boring.” Mal was absentmindedly drawing Fairy Godmother’s wand.
“Or it’s called being a decent person, M.”
“Mmm. No thanks.”
“Okay, then. How about we move on to the next question Fairy Godmother?”
“That seems like a good idea.”
Before Fairy Godmother could ask the next question, her daughter Jane scurried past all of you to approach her mom.
“Hi, mom. I need you to sign off on early dismissal for the coronation.”
“Everyone here remembers my daughter Jane,” Fairy Godmother said as she signed the papers.
“Mom, no.”
“Oh, it’s alright.”
Fairy Godmother pushed Jane in front of you all. The girl squeaked out a measly hi.
“Don’t mind me. As you were.” Jane ran out the room.
“Can I go to the bathroom?” Mal asked. Fairy Godmother dismissed her.
Mal nudged your shoulder and motioned for you to go with her.
“Me too?” You asked.
Because you had been getting all the questions right, you were dismissed too. You followed Mal out the room, hearing Fairy Godmother tell Jay and Carlos maybe they should direct all their pent up energy to the Tourney Field. You and Mal followed Jane all the way to the bathrooms.
“Hi! It’s Jane, right?” Mal asked as you two lowkey cornered the girl. “I’ve always loved that name.”
“It’s very nice.” You added for good measure. You had no clue what angle Mal was playing at but you assumed it was for the wand.
“That’s cool,” Jane said trying to escape.
“Wait, don’t go!” Mal said a little too aggressively. You bumped her slightly with her hip and she switched her tone.
“I mean, we were just kind of hoping to make some friends. You probably have all the friends you need though, right?”
“Hardly,” Jane said sadly.
“Really?” you asked.
“I mean with your mom being Fairy Godmother and Headmistress,” Mal piggybacked off of you. “Not to mention your own… personality.”
“I think I’d rather go for pretty. I mean look at you guys’ hair.”
Mal looked between the two of you. “This? You know, I’ve got just the thing for that.”
She pulled out her spellbook and turned Jane’s hair from a drab bob to really pretty black layers. She took Jane up to the mirror.
“Wow, I mean you almost don’t notice your other features anymore.”
Really, Mal?
“Do my nose,” Jane said excitedly.
“Oh, I can’t. I’m not good at big magic yet and we’d want you to have a really pretty nose. But… your mother’s wand. I’m pretty sure she could do it. We should go ask her.”
Okay, Mal. You were impressed. Her plan seemed to be working.
“She doesn’t want to use the wand anymore. She thinks real magic is in the books, and not spell books. Textbooks.”
“What a rip. You know she used magic on Cinderella and she wasn’t even her real daughter. Doesn’t she love you?”
Geez, M, you thought.
“Well, of course she does. It’s just…”
“Tough love?” you interjected. If Jane felt too dejected she might turn against you two.
Jane nodded. “Work on the inside, not the outside.”
“I totally get it,” you lied. Your mother had taught you the inside meant nothing if the outside couldn’t convey it. Nasty inside was nasty out, good inside was good out. And royal hearts always looked as royal as they sounded.
Jane laughed a little before the sad look on her face returned.
“That’s it! That’s the face!” Mal yelled, startling you and Jane.
“What?”
You caught on quickly.
“Mal’s right. Give your mother one look with that face. ‘Oh mother, why can’t you make me pretty too?’ Give her that exact line and she’s got to crack. Works on my mom all the time.”
“You think so?”
“Yeah,” Mal said. “I mean isn’t that what old Cindy did and your mom bibbidi-bobbidi-booed her all the way up. And hey, if your mom does come around… mind inviting us to watch?”
“I want to ask if she can do my nose too,” you chimed in hoping you two would seem innocent.
“I mean your face is already perfect…”
“Oh, thanks.”
“But if she does, I’ll definitely let you two know. Thank you so much!”
“Don’t mention it. Just don’t forget to call.” Mal walked out the bathroom.
Jane was about to follow when you stopped her. “Hey, you do cheer don’t you?”
“Yeah, why?”
“You think it’s possible…”
“For you to join the team? We have practice later on today. Come by.”
The cheerleaders were already finished stretching as you approached the Tourney Field. Waiting for you was Jane… and Audrey. That’s when you noticed the letter ‘C’ pinned to her chest. Of course, she was captain. This was about to be a losing battle.
“Jane said you wanted to join. Let’s see what you got.”
You followed from the back lines as they went over cheers and other things. You were keeping up pretty well.
“Not bad. Take a water break and we’ll continue girls.”
You took the break as time to watch Carlos and Jay play Tourney. They were both surprisingly good at it.
“GO Jay! GO Carlos! Let’s go Jay and Carlos!” You cheered from the sidelines. Both boys stopped and turned to wave at you.
“Okay, break over. (Y/N), there’s a few more tryout things you have to do before we decide.”
“Okay give it to me.”
“Can you do a double toe touch? Back handspring? Leg extension? Back tuck? Hurdler? Basic toe touch? Pike jumps?”
“Um… we didn’t really do any of that on the Isle.”
“A simple cartwheel?”
“I can do a split.”
“She can do a split. Looks like that’s not good enough. Do we think so girls?”
The other cheerleaders didn’t say anything against Audrey but they didn’t seem like they completely agreed. Something told you that not everyone on the team could do those things.
“I mean, I’m not asking to be front line. I’ll improve. I’ll take some tumbling classes. I’ll get better.”
“But you’re not better right now.”
“Is there a problem?” You heard Carlos’ voice get as deep as he could make it.
Carlos and Jay were behind you in an instant. You guessed their Tourney practice ended. Ben and Chad Charming came strolling up as well.
“No, guys. There’s no problem. I was just trying out for cheer.”
“Oh that’s great, (Y/N). Between Jay and Carlos on Tourney and you on cheer, you guys are really fitting in here.”
“Don’t get your hopes up, Ben. I don’t have the skills.”
“Hmm?”
“No tumbling. I’m not making the cut this year.”
“That’s crazy not everyone on the team tumbles… I don’t think.” Ben turned to his girlfriend. “Audrey can’t y—”
“Ben.” You cut him off.
“I don’t need you fight battles for me. It’s cool. I didn’t make the cut, I’ll just try again next semester. Thanks for the chance, Audrey. I’ll see you other girls later, maybe? Come on guys, let’s bounce.”
You wrapped your arms around both Carlos and Jay, the three of you heading away from the fields and back towards the school.
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“Eww, Jay you’re so gross!” Evie said laughing as the boy was trying to fit as many chicken nuggets as possible into his mouth.
“Are they always like this?”
“Jay? Yeah, Moe. He’s pretty much always like this.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
You, Moetini, and the VKs were outside for lunch. While Jay tried to stuff his mouth with chicken nuggets, you were dipping them one at a time and eating like a civilized person. Aside from the setting, it was just like being back on the Isle. You and the gang, having fun, doing dumb stuff.
You could hear Chad, Audrey, and Ben talking from above you guys. It was whispered, but you could still hear it.
“Those kids are trouble,” Chad said.
“You guys are jumping to conclusions. We just need to give them a chance.”
“Okay, Benny-Boo, you are just too trusting. I know your mom fell in love with a big nasty beast that turned out to be a prince; but, with my mom the evil fairy was just an evil fairy… that girl’s mother. And with Chad’s mom, the cruel stepmother was just a cruel mom. And I don’t know about you but when has ‘off with your head’ ever been just a friendly saying.”
“Well, in her defense, I don’t think Heart ever said it was a friendly saying. I think you guys are wrong. I’ll see later, okay. I’ve got to see how they’re doing.”
Ben appeared at your table minutes later. “Hey guys.”
“Hello, our trusting Benny-Boo.”
You spared no one from teasing, even someone being nice like Ben. It was a talent you had.
“How much of that did you hear?”
“Try all of it. I like to listen to things.”
“Noted. Anyway, I just wanted to see how you all are doing. Especially you, (Y/N).” Ben sat down at the table.
“Me? Why?”
“I just noticed that everyone else has something to do here but you. Jay and Carlos do tourney, Mal does art, Evie has design. You’re doing nothing. I just don’t want you to get lonely here.”
“Ha. Thank you. I have Moetini and these guys I’m not lonely. And I was supposed to do cheerleading if you remember a few days ago. Didn’t work out too well, so let me wallow in my nothingness.”
“You know what I mean, Heart.”
“Do I, Ben?”
“Just give me a hobby you like and we can sign you up for something.”
“Fine, whatever. I like gardening, I guess… what?”
“Oh, I just wasn’t expecting that. I like gardening too.”
“Really?” Ben and gardening was not something you pictured.
“Yeah. My mom and dad are really into it.”
“Beast? King Beast? That’s even more shocking.”
“Gardening, you two, really? Just like old women. My dad doesn’t even do that and he’s hundreds of years old…literally,” Moetini said, making the VKs laugh.  “So, if you like gardening, what’s your favorite flower?”
“Oh that’s easy.” Ben started. “Only the best one out there obviously…”
“A rose.” You and Ben answered at the same time and then looked at each other. “Red ones.”
You and Ben stared at each other before Carlos cleared his throat and Ben returned to what he was going to say. “Yeah, so, um… we have a gardening club I could sign you up for.”
“Yeah, that sounds good.”
“And my mom’s always looking for someone to help her tend roses, if you want. We don’t grow those on campus on account of their reputation for—”
“Being difficult to handle.”
“Exactly that.”
“I swear, if people just paid attention they’d see that they’re not that hard. And the reward is so worth it.”
“That’s what I’ve been saying.”
“Tell your mom I’d be happy to help her.”
“Cool. I’ll see you in class.” You and Ben had four classes out of your schedule together.
(Part 4)...
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Kae!! You see my vision also, like imagine like a couple months down the line you’ve tried to move on and gone on a date or two, but you’re still thinking about him despite his playboy behaviour during the relationship. And then suddenly out of the blue 6 months later, he gets a call from an unknown number, because your phone is dead and his is the only one you’ve memorised and now you’re asking him to pick you up, because you’ve been stood up and it’s raining badly, and he drops whatever he’s doing and speed demons all the way to the location you told him, he takes you his house which is closer conveniently, and offers to get you some of the clothes you left behind and it’s late so you stay over but like an habit or addiction any chance of another hit and you’re back in his bed mewling underneath him
yes omg i love this! i went so fucking crazy with this and wrote entirely too much; sorry!! also: minors do not interact!
i like to think that you broke up with oliver for obvious reasons; the man is a walking red flag. you were together for about a year—his longest-lasting relationship to date. you confessed that you loved him and he not only didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but also started backpedaling, saying that he felt you were being too “clingy” or some shit even though you only went out with him in the first place after he promised to stay exclusive. so you broke it off with him that night and went six months with no contact.
you were obviously torn up after things ended; you loved that man only to have him throw it in your face as if you meant nothing to him. oliver shrugged it off—it’s for the best. no need to lead them on. he figured he would deal with the breakup the same way he always had: train, fuck, sleep, repeat. but you had so effortlessly integrated yourself into his life that something felt missing when you left. during every hookup he was picturing you calling out his name, you coming undone around him, you crying out in pleasure.
when you call him, he can hear the tears in your eyes through the sound of the pouring rain. he was supposed to go out with his friends—not on a “date” for once because he finally admitted to himself that he wasn’t over you—but when he gets your call, it’s as though the stars have aligned. he’s not going to let you slip through his fingers again.
it’s awkward at first as you’re sitting in a puddle on the leather seat of his luxury car. but he asks what happened and when you tell him that a date stood you up, his knuckles go white on the steering wheel and he can’t disguise the venom in his words when he says you deserve better than a prick like that. he sees you shivering and he casually offers to take you to his place. it would take at least an hour to get to your apartment in this horrible traffic, and his is much closer.
you both catch up a bit and skirt around what happened the last time you saw each other. you’re both smiling more within a 30 minute period than you have in your six months apart. when you get to his apartment he sets up the shower for you and brings an oversized t-shirt you used to wear but never picked up. you didn’t leave any pants, though, so he lends you some athletic shorts that look “ridiculous” (your words) but “cute” (his words) on you.
after you’re clean and dry you both sit together on the couch and he offers you a drink and you oblige because god, is it fucking hard to see the man you still love. you only have a few sips so you can’t blame the ensuing make out session on the alcohol. when you eventually land on his bed, he lines himself up and you grab his hair and almost say i love you, but the words die on your tongue when he pushes his cock into you.
he fucks you so good, just like he used to, and you’re coming down from your first high when he reaches his. right before he cums he buries his face in your neck and breathes, “f-fuck. missed you, y’know. shit—ah, fuck. think i love you.”
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dross-the-fish · 8 months
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Is Jekyll/Hyde's thought process different depending on which form they're in?
Kind of.
it's not so much the thought process as it is his perception of the world that's altered. I feel like Hyde is a lot more aware of his surroundings. I actually write Hyde's experience as similar to my own.
I don't know why but it seems like I notice or hear things other people don't, even with being deaf in one ear. If I walk into a supermarket I immediately hear EVERYTHING. That shopping cart with the squeaky wheel, conveyor belts whirring, a kid crying on the other end of the store, the sound of the freezers, that weird unpleasant buzzing that lights make, I even notice when the water comes on to mist the vegetables when I'm standing in a different aisle. I usually use headphones and play music to drown it all out because it very quickly and easily becomes too much going on at once.
somehow, no one else ever hears these things. I can tap my partner and be like, "Wow you hear that, the freezer is stuttering" and he'll be like "I can't tell," so I've decided that Hyde has a similar, if somewhat more extreme, experience but instead of it being unpleasant for him, he enjoys it. It makes him feel more integrated into the world around him. He tends to notice things that other characters do not because he is so hypersensitive to his surroundings. A sudden change in the air? Hyde felt that before anyone else did and his ears are pricked and every hair is standing on end. This also contributes to him being so much more volatile than Jekyll because when you're constantly wired you're more likely to snap.
I also decided that he thinks faster than he can verbalize his thoughts and can have difficulty articulating himself. I trip over words constantly because in my head everything is images, like a movie, and I have to stop and slow down before I can make words out of it.
If you ask me to picture a wooden block I can have it in my mental hand, in fully rendered detail in seconds, I can smell that it's cedar, feel the splintery texture of the grain, and even the resistance if I imagine trying to press on it with my fingers.. if you ask me to verbally describe the block in as much detail as I see it it would take me a good 5-10 minutes to be able to translate every detail of it to physical words you guys could understand because translating pictures into words requires me to stop and almost take the cube apart, describe each detail to myself individually then try to reassemble it in a way that makes sense to someone else.
Jekyll's experience is a little more...I guess balanced? He doesn't get as much sensory input as Hyde and his mind is more focused and linear. Talking is just a natural flow from thought to mouth for him so he doesn't have to really stop and think about what he's going to say and how he's going to say it to be understood to the same degree as Hyde does.
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thegettingbyp2 · 2 years
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How is it possible that your mail box is empty??? Can't believe it u.u let's solve this problem. Can we have a Knox x reader in which she is helping him while he was recovering from the brain bleeding?
Bed Rest
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You would think you would be used to this by now; seeing Johnny in hospital. And you were. For the most part, that is. However, this time, after Johnny was hit by the bull while filming for Jackass Forever, he’d sustained really serious injuries, including a brain haemorrhage. You were in shock at how small he seemed to be laying in that hospital bed while he was still under sedation but that didn’t stop you from sitting by his side the entire time, holding his hand and talking to him; even though you weren’t entirely sure that he could hear you.
A few hours later, you were still holding his hand, reading your book when you felt his fingers squeeze yours weakly. Your head shot up to look at your boyfriend who was waking up, a frown on his brow as you watched him mentally take inventory of his injuries. You squeezed his hand back gently and his head moved slowly to look at you, a soft smile gracing his features.
‘Hey baby,’ you said quietly, standing up so you could step closer to the bed, brushing your fingers lightly along his hairline.
‘Hey, doll,’ he rasped, his voice not yet having woken up.
‘How are you feeling?’
‘Like shit,’ he tried to chuckle, frowning again when it hurt his head. ‘What happened?’
‘How much do you remember?’
‘I remember walking into the bull ring, seeing the bull come at me and then it cut’s to them putting me on the stretcher and that’s it.’
‘That was a couple of days ago, you got hit pretty bad baby,’ you said, looking down at his hands as you felt tears pricking at your eyes.
‘Hey, hey, hey, don’t cry doll, I’m alright, banged up, but alright,’ he said, lifting my chin to look at him. You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at Johnny’s nonchalance.
‘I tell you you’ve been in the hospital, out cold, for two days and you say you’re alright? I hate seeing you like this.’
‘I know, I’m sorry. What’s the damage this time?’
‘How much time have you got?’
‘Well I’m pretty stuck in this bed at the minute so all the time in the world,’ he joked, squeezing your hand and lifting it to give the back of your hand a kiss. ‘Come here,’ he said, patting the space next to him on the bed so you perched on the edge of the bed and let him wrap his good arm around your waist and rest his head against you, ‘hit me with it.’
‘So you’ve broken your wrist,’ you started, gesturing to his strapped up wrist the other side of his body, ‘you’ve broken a couple of wrists, you had a concussion and you’ve got a brain haemorrhage,’ you finished quietly. You watched as Johnny’s eyes widened, not expecting the last injury.
‘Shit,’ he whispered in shock, ‘that bull really got me good huh?’
Instead of replying, you leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the arm around your waist tightening on you as he kissed back. It was in that moment, the doctor decided to enter the room, making the both of you pull away.
‘Stop moving!’
‘I’m getting comfy, doll!’ Johnny laughed at your stressed state. He’d been discharged from the hospital a couple of days ago after being told that he had to take it easy for a couple of weeks and you had taken that extremely literally. When you first got back home, you wheeled him into the living room where you had set up blankets and pillows on the sofa and as soon as he was laying on the sofa, you wouldn’t let him lift a finger. You spent the past couple of days making sure he was comfy and had everything he wanted but today, Johnny had started to get a bit restless, finding it funny when he would stress you out.
He would move to make it look like he was going to stand up and you would be across the room like a shot, carefully guiding him back so he was laying down again, Johnny laughing his chaotic laugh the whole time.
‘Relax doll, I’m fine,’ he said as he let you throw the blankets back over him.
‘PJ your head is quite literally a ticking timebomb right now! And I for one don’t want to find out what happens if it goes off!’
Your comment sobered him up quickly as he saw how much you worried about him. He always knew you worried but this was turned up to 100 and he couldn’t help but feel guilty about it all. ‘You’re right, sorry doll. Ya know I don’t mean to make ya worry.’ He said, giving you his best puppy dog eyes and holding his hand out to you. ‘Come and sit with me, we’ll stick a film on and cuddle yeah?’
He knew you could never resist when he gave you the puppy dog eyes and he grinned as you nodded, taking his hand and curling up next to him on the sofa. He kissed the top of your head as your arm snaked around his waist.
‘Before we put the film on, do you need,’
‘Doll.’
‘Just making sure!’
‘I’m fine, okay? I don’t need anything, just you here. Besides, I think I need a break from Nurse (Y/L/N), making me harder than a turnbuckle and I bet I can’t convince ya to help me out.’
‘PJ.’
‘I’m joking! I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
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Alright, you've heard of "Royal Boyfriends", which I am glad to see people like, but may I propose a sequel. "Evil Girlfriends?"
Once again from your Disney AU, but this time with Juleka as Malificent and Rose as Queen Candy?
Got any headcanons and story?
Juleka was never really “evil,” just a girl who put her trust in the wrong people
Some jackass, (Canon Gabriel) befriended her, acted as a father figure, only to cut off her beautiful purple wings just so he could become king
It also stung that she wasn’t invited to his son’s Christening. Now that’s a bull move! Everyone was invited!
So, of course, she cursed the baby with eternal sleep if he pricked his finger on the needle of a spinning wheel when he turned sixteen
Because that’s how pissed she was at the king, don’t judge her
It doesn’t help Juleka feel justified when the baby is just so damn cute! He doesn’t even cry when she shows him her fangs
After the three good fairies brought Adrien to safety, Juleka had her brother Luka, a shapeshifter follow them in the form of a crow
He’s bitter about Gabriel, too
So now, they watch over Adrien when the fairies aren’t around. Then Adrien turns sixteen and it’s time to meet his fate
Figuring out a way to piss off Gabriel ever further, Juleka has Luka pose as the Princess fated to wake Adrien up with a kiss… And then shift back to himself right in front of Gabriel
So now, unfortunately for Gabriel, he’s in-laws with Juleka, and Adrien and Luka have biological kids because shapeshifters are intersex
Meanwhile in the future
Rose is the greatest racers of all time… In a video game.
She loves winning, beating the CPUs, and life couldn’t get any better… Until the dreaded year, 1985
New games came along, her console remained untouched, and she became insanely bitter, so much that she glitched into some modern games just to get noticed, breaking many video game laws and getting games unplugged
Soon, she found the most popular game to inhabit, Miraculous Rush, a racing game. She hacked the game’s system and took on a new identity as Princess Pigella (Alliteration)
No one remembers the game prior to her hacking it
She spends the rest of her days winning every single game using her own sequence of cheat codes
And, as a result of her hacking the system, she turned a previous character into a glitching outcast, Zoé
Anyway, a video game character (Ivan) travels into Miraculous Rush, meets Zoé, blah blah blah, helps her compete in a race, and she would’ve won if not for Princess Pigella sabotaging her with each lap, becoming more deranged as Zoé bests her
Oh, and earlier, Ivan accidentally led a parasitic antagonist from another game into Miraculous Rush, it laid eggs, merged their code with some of the code in Miraculous Rush, and now they’re running all over the game
Back to the present- One of the Parasites attacks Princess Pigella while she’s racing, and merges with her code while also exposing herself as Rose
Now, she would’ve taken over the entire gaming worked, killed Ivan, and destroyed Zoé’s code if not for some weird purple light pulling her and the rest of her minions into some weird technology-barren world
There, she meets the new Queen of what was once Gabriel’s kingdom, Juleka
Apparently, Juleka messed up a spell, and summoned Rose, so… Now she’s stuck there. Now that she minds since Juleka is pretty
Rose tells her everything there is to know about the future and Juleka’s excited to try out soda
Occasionally, they play darts using some of Gabriel’s portraits as target practice
Rose’s parasite minions listen to Juleka as much as they do to her, so she has the target Gabriel
Rose likes to decorate Juleka’a horns with any jewelry she can find
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Oz Cobblepot NSFW ABCs
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
look, the man lives to spoil and indulge others he's all about aftercare it helps reassure him that you were actually INTO him and wanted him enough to fuck him so he naturally wants to pay you back either by cleaning you up or just holding you. If its just a one off I think he'd be pretty quiet afterwards not really wanting to "ruin" the mood by talking about what's going to happen next but in terms of milk and roses he's actually comfortable in silence, he doesn't rely on that reassurance as much as he used to. But young oz? Total prick as soon as he's finished you're out of his bed and there might be a taxi waiting for you outside.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
As cliché as it might be, he does like his hands. He's done a multitude with them in his life and he actually owes his life to the strength of his hands. Back when he was younger he'd strike fear whenever he'd gut punch or knock someone out cold with one strategic hit to the head and now he wheels and deals the finest and the worst of Gotham City with handshakes that line his pockets with more cash than he could have ever dreamed of. Not only that, but he can make you cum in 60 seconds flat with his thick calloused fingers, the same ones that give him away every time he meets city officials for the first time - as much as he likes to dress the part he'll never shirk off the way his lifestyle has permanently scarred his body. As for a partner? Oz is an ass man through and through if he doesn't have his hand resting on your ass or lower back its always inching towards it when you're out and about with him. He's not strong enough to resist giving a pinch or a gentle smack as he walks by you to be honest
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Goes without saying he has a breeding kink, and in the milk and roses universe it's never really spoken about. The first night you weren't really thinking about it and now whenever you have sex he goes in raw not that either of you complain but you know it drives him crazy to see his cum slip out of you. Especially if you've had a quickie in his office or the expansive bathroom of the 44 and going back to whatever meeting he had excused himself from. Not paying a lick of attention whoever is begging him for extra time on repaying their drops debt he's thinking too much about how you're still dripping from across the room with the others
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Do not try tell me oz isn't the kind of guy to steal your underwear!!! I've already talked about this but he totally is that kind of guy to jerk off with it later and truthfully it turns him on more how gross it is of him to do it. He already loves degradation so he likes to imagine if he was caught too. He only started doing it after his accident and gaining weight. He totally lacked the confidence he once prided himself on, so why not take a parting gift? Once you know about it, you could tease him endlessly over it and threaten to let his secret out in the heat of the moment and it would only make him harder 👀
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Young oz had endless encounters when he got in this line of business, if someone put a gun to his head to ask how many he couldn't give an honest answer or even a ballpark estimate. He knows just about every trick in the book and is always up for learning exactly what makes you tick and scream and cry. He takes it as a personal challenge to get you to cum as hard and as fast as possible. And there's always room for improvement w oz and he loves it
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
I think younger oz would be fine with just about any position, whereas older oz would prefer you riding him. It's less strain on him and gives you full control so what's not to love? It also means you can choke him easily while you grind down on him. You had done it sparingly when he's been on top but always a little afraid he could smother you. Not that you'd mind lmao. He definitely goes a little harder and rougher when you suggest doggy style tho cos he's definitely an ass man like I said and his brain nearly shuts down every time you're on your hands and knees for him with a pillow under your hips
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He's definitely serious with a one off thing or even at the beginnings of seeing someone when he's in bed. The more he gets comfortable with you the more likely he'd be to be a little silly or jovial. It's not a side a lot of people get to see, let alone a side Oz has seen in himself for a long time and its more intimate than sex
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He's covered in it. When I say hairy I don't just mean his chest, I'm talking about back and shoulder hair that he hates but can't be bothered to do anything about it. As much as he dislikes it, he think he'd look stupid if didn't have it and you always manage to change the subject whenever he mentions getting rid of it. You couldn't imagine him without it now it would be wrong on too many levels. Besides you like how his chains rests on the curly hair when he steps out of the shower, and the tufts that sit on his lower back when he rolls over in bed too much. You are guilty of plucking one of the long hairs on his hands and wrist when he's being annoying and also to hear the dramatic yelp he lets out every time.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He might not look like it but Oz is a sap for romance, you've caught him getting a little misty eyed when certain old songs come on the radio in the car or at his place. And he usually mumbles something about his parents dancing to this at an anniversary years ago. When it comes to the bedroom it's no different, even when it's a quickie and you're both too horny to string a sentence together he manages to land a couple heated kisses on your lips. Always accompanied by a large hand cupping your cheek and fingers brushing behind your ear. He's very much into eye contact when he's fucking you, it's another way of letting himself know you want him and you're not thinking of anyone else but him
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Had a decent enough sex drive for a guy in his fifties but in terms of milk and roses he's got a new lease of life when it comes to his libido. He finds himself having to jerk himself off a couple times a week when he's supposed to be working and when you send flirty texts of what you've bought and nudes he can't think of anything else. It's a rush for him and you've inadvertently helped him cut down his drinking habits, purely cos he wants to be able to last long enough with you when he can. He's only jerked off a few times in his office on quiter nights when the dressing room next door is empty, mind always going back to the first night he met you. Every time he finishes into his free hand, he swears he's going to fuck you right on the plush couch like you wanted.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Praise kink, degradation kink, femdom, findom, choking, humiliation, dom/sub dynamics
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
There's no possible way for him to pick just ONE place. He’s had you just about everywhere in both your respective apartments but he is partial to fucking you the dingy breakfast table of your apartment. Having you bent over it with wild gasping breaths is enough to finish him off early if he's not careful. He's too enamoured with the way you meet his thrusts every time, showing you're just as eager as him
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Oz has always been a creature of indulgence and giving in. So anytime you splurge with his cash or his credit card statements come in, he gets too turned on to focus on anything else. The idea of you draining his bank account has been the straw that broke the camels back a few times when he's jerked off at work or in Carmine's office when he's stepped out to take a call. And when you tell him he'll be the king of Gotham? He's practically non verbal at that point, all the praise and love you give him sending him over the edge when he pictures fucking you in front of the glass window of Carmines office. His soon to be office, you remind him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
I feel that as open as Oz is, he couldn't bring himself to hurt you no matter how much you would try reassure him you want him to. It's different for him to want to be hit or roughened up a little, its about giving you the control and deep down he does believe he deserves the treatment. He just can't imagine doing it to you, it turns his stomach to think of doing something accidentally hurtful for you in bed let alone on purpose
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He LIVES to give head. You could shake him awake in the middle of the night to say you want him to go down on you and he'd jump at the chance. Oz's love language is acts of service and this is no different for him. It gives him the opportunity to show his gratitude for you without having to find the appropriate words for his feelings. He's not the most articulate but he knows you understand with every caress of his scarred cheek and the dig of your nails in the skin of his neck when he goes down on you. I've talked about his reluctance to receiving head in milk and roses and its something he's beginning to enjoy again like he did when he was younger. He knows he's not much to look at, at least in his own eyes and is never pushy if you aren't into the idea for whatever reason. You really need to drill it into his brain that you think he's sexy
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the context really. He's equally skilled at both and if he were to be honest he does enjoy taking it slow. It gives him the opportunity to drag things out for him (ever the masochist) and give you as many orgasms as possible before you tap out. He never thought he'd live to see the day he'd enjoy a slower fuck in the middle of the day but he does. Must be a symptom of getting older he thinks. If you're feeling particularly hot for him you know the buttons to push to get him pounding you deep and quick in no time so it's a happy balance of whatever the two of you are into in the moment
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Loves a quickie, will gladly take one whenever he can. It makes him feel young again truth be told and fucking you at the Lounge is what he's been waiting for his whole life, and he says all the time he wishes he met you when he was young.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's all about risk, anything you throw at him he's game for. He likes to remind you he's been around the block, and has no real anxiety about trying anything new. If you suggest something he hasn't done before it takes him by surprise, but it turns him on to think that he's inexperienced in something and you're the one who gets to show him the ropes (do not pardon the pun)
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He's really only got one round in him and he makes it known early on, but he's more than happy to focus on you for however long you want him! It's a rare and welcome surprise when he's got a second round in him and he puts it down to cutting back on the booze. Who needs it when he's practically vegetative after a good session?
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Doesn't own any toys of his own, the girls once tried to buy him something for Christmas one year but someone blabbed and Oz was completely embarrassed and banned any adult presents from being exchanged at secret Santa (no fun allowed 😡)
He's into using them with you or on you exclusively, he's just shy at the idea of buying them. Yes unfortunately you are fucking an old man stuck in his ways. He loves your magic wand and it's become a good friend of his either by making you come even quicker than he can, or when you feel like focusing on him and running it along the length of his dick. You swear you've never seen his cock so red and wet, and you most definitely have never seen him cum so much after a few minutes with it on a medium setting. Plus the needy sounds he made throughout, the ones he couldn't hide or bite his tongue to keep inside were music to your ears 🥰
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You could picture oz as a tease and he is in some ways. When you're in public like in the lounge he likes to tease you by saying he wants you to sit on his lap and feel his hard on for yourself but when it comes down to it, he loves to spoil you. He'd give you anything you asked for, and he's prepared to do it. In between the filthiest dirty talk you've ever heard, he'll whisper in your ear to tell him what you want and you know he'll deliver 😈
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He never stops talking, broken sentences that start and restart several times if you're riding him. Little gasps and whimpers disguised as grunts when you take control. You can feel him practically growl from the depths of his wide chest when you bounce on top of him. As much as he likes to show off, he's not above begging and will gladly do so if you tell him that's what you want to hear. He'll beg nicely, quietly, loudly whatever way you want if it means he can cum and he loves when you flex that power over him
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Would gladly wear a cage for you, he's daydreamed about it a few times since meeting you and seeing you get into the financial domination side of things plants the seed in his mind. You've asked in the moments before climax who owns him, and who owns his dick and he happily splutters that its you and only you each time - he hopes you'd be into the idea of keeping him locked up for your use only. He just has to think of how to bring it up, he secretly hopes you will first.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
We've all seen colins dick, we all know it's FAT. Oz foolishly thinks it looks smaller cos he's gained weight to which you reply that you're glad you met him when you did. You don't think you could have taken much more of him to begin with. He does love when you tell him how big he is when he's inside you, or much he's stretching you. It puts him under your spell every time 😏
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Fairly high, especially since meeting you. But Oz gets turned on by the violence that's married to his life and business, so he tends to bottle it till he sees you and well we know what happens 🥴
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
As much as he'd like to fall straight asleep, he likes to make sure you're settled and comfortable first. Even if he's fighting to keep his eyes open, he'll mumble some sweet pillow talk first before he dozes off. You can barely understand his words but appreciate the sentiment in his warm tone.
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frankcastlescumslut · 2 years
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On the Sea - Chapter Five: Long Way From Home
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This wasn’t love, though. This wasn’t a noble act of preserving the sanctity of your relationship and securing your hand, it was a disrespectful invasion of your privacy- an act of betrayal that held more weight than Frank would be willing to carry if he knew the gravity of your reticence. 
Synopsis: You don’t move. You can’t move. It’s as if you made direct eye contact with snakes that covered the mystical woman’s head. You’re heavier than stone; buried under rubble as your two worlds crash into each other, collapsing under the pressure as you face the Punisher.
Warnings: Angst, dark-ish!Frank (grabbing reader's arm during argument), fighting between reader and Frank
A/N: SORRY this took longer to upload!!!!! Stranger Things has rotted my brain. Anyway. HERE WE GOOOO!!!!!!!!!! These next few chapters are my absolute favorite and only hurt even more :')
Just a reminder: FLASHBACKS are in italics!!!
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“You’re sure?” 
“I know what I saw, man.”
“Are you positive?”
“Like a pregnancy test, apparently.”
“That’s impossible. I mean, she- did you guys… you don’t think…” “No way in hell.”
“I’m lost on this one, man. I’m sorry.” 
“Yeah. Me too.” 
Frank’s thumb presses against the red button and the phone burns in his hand. 
Brown eyes study the worn out door, but he perceives nothing. Icy streams of air blow against his burning cheeks, causing the dried tears to sting, but he feels nothing. His chest rises and falls in perfect rhythm, but he can’t breathe. Teeth marks rise against the wound on his chest, each pump of blood causing him to feel less and less, and the monster satiates its need. 
This was it; this was the moment he had anticipated since you declared your love to him. This was the moment his sins finally caught up to him. He made peace years ago that he wouldn’t be able to run from hell, especially in the afterlife, but he still held onto hope that you were indicative of the universe’s forgiveness. The fears and suspicions he trained himself to ignore for you had finally caught up to him, and he willingly adorned a red nose and painted smile.
Time doesn’t exist anymore. Sure, he watched as the sun had moved from directly overhead and disappeared beneath the outlines of trees, welcoming the moon and twinkling stars, but nothing felt real to him. He was nonexistent.  
He watched as silhouettes pranced across the front windows, easily identifying your familiar frame, wondering who the man and other woman were. His heart faltered at the shadow of two wisps of curled pigtails wobbling near the bottom of the windowsill. If he tried hard enough, he could make out the way your cheeks grew fuller against the warm light from the assumed dining room as you held the baby. 
Pin pricks flooded his legs as he adjusted in the seat of his car- the only indication that he could feel anything at all. 
He’s unsure of what to do, his mind scrambling to make sense of what he unearthed. How could you lie to him like that? How could you come back home, ha, home, to him after every trip, a shell of a person each time, and tell him you love him? How could you lure him into your currents and drown him with no remorse? His teeth grind against each other like tectonic plates of the ocean floor, threatening to rupture at the rising emotions, and his fingers tap against the steering wheel in no particular rhythm.
Humidity engulfs him as his feet meet the ground below before pacing the street with no destination in mind. His fingers tug at the root of his hair as he wills himself to catch his breath, unaware that he’s crying until the empty gasps echo throughout the quiet neighborhood, leaving his throat raw and irritated. A trash bin clangs to the ground as his boot launches it into the street, and hard metal catches his weight as he leans against his truck.
It’s as if some invisible force gripped him by the scalp, holding his head up against his will, and forced him to watch as strangers embrace your shadow through the windowpane. The doorknob rattles like wind chimes against the frame and his heart lurches, causing his feet to follow involuntarily, as if to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating.
He studies the way you breathe against the closed door, noting how the palm of your hand remains flat against the wood, your forehead pressing firmly against your hidden world. He’s close enough now that he could hear the way your breathing became shaky and your ribs expanded like a balloon, unable to deflate as the doorknob rattled from the other side, the cry of a small child audible to anyone with working ears. 
Surely you were dreaming or seeing ghosts; that was the only logical explanation your mind could conjure as you turned to meet the Punisher’s steely gaze.
“Frank.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and you swear you hear laughter coming from the sky. The shell of Frank Castle cracks at each joint and dust crumbles as he shakes his head in defeat. 
“Get in the car.” He refuses to look at you, afraid that you would trigger a part of him he tried to bury.
“Frank, I-” 
“Get in the car.” It’s a weak plea, and his arm flops to his side after waving it in the direction of his truck. 
You don’t move. You can’t move. It’s as if you made direct eye contact with snakes that covered the mystical woman’s head. You’re heavier than stone; buried under rubble as your two worlds crash into each other, collapsing under the pressure. 
The invisible string that bound you two together bunches as he’s suddenly in front of you, pulling your duffel bag from your shoulder and throwing it over his own. The weight of the baggage causes him to hunch over, and you watch his stride falter as he storms towards the truck; the string growing taut in response. 
You watch as the automatic light in his truck illuminates his broad shoulders, relaxing as he dumps your bag into the back seat, sighing with relief at the loss of pressure. The thought of running crosses your mind, and you can’t help but picture the satisfaction he would feel if you disappeared, leaving him with no threat of riptides or deadly undercurrents. You flinch as your name echoes throughout the empty street.
“Get in the goddamn car!” He calls from yards away, unaware that you were made of marble. You try to call for him, try to call for the man you love buried beneath your destruction, but words don’t leave your lips. You’re not sure you’re even breathing as he approaches, but you don’t recognize the man in front of you.
“Frank-” 
“What? Do you need me to put you in the car, too?” He doesn’t recognize himself.
Large fingers latch onto your upper arm and press into the skin- it’s not enough to hurt, but it’s enough to cause your feet to fight against the raging current. Your legs trudge against the sidewalk as you stumble towards the vehicle; the ground below you feels like wet sand. 
The passenger side of the truck shifts towards you as Frank all but yanks the door open, causing the hinges to groan. You sink into the familiar seat, wishing you could disappear into the threads. 
Frank hovers over you for a second as he fastens you into the truck, and you don’t miss the way his ears and nose are a warm shade of red. You had only seen him cry a few times before- when you presented him with his favorite coffee mug, when you declared your love for the first time under the steady downpour, when his nightmares gradually changed, your face slowly replacing Maria’s- and your heart broke into smaller pieces knowing you caused his pain. 
He stands tall next to the door, but he looks small, only a shell of the man you love. Tears threaten to spill over your waterline as you meet his gaze, and his head shakes as he closes you in. 
The hum of the engine fills the cabin of the vehicle and electricity crackles in expectancy, teasing and prodding at open chest wounds. 
“Frank.” You break first.
“Do I even want to know? Do I even want to know.” He enunciates each consonant, scoffing to himself as the other version of you taunts his memory. It’s silent for a moment as you consider your next question carefully, landing on the most pressing.
“How did you find me?” “Ha,” he barks. “Course, that’s what you’re worried about. About how I fuckin’ find you.” His knuckles whiten against the steering wheel, rage whispering in his ear to egg him on, pressing into the aching injury. 
“How’d you meet him, hm? How’d you meet the lucky guy? Another library? Or, what, is he an old coworker?” He misses the way your jaw tightens at the accusations. “Couldn’t cut old ties?” “What are you saying right now?” 
“What am I saying. What am I saying?” His voice jumps in pitch as he perceives your ridicule. “What the fuck did I walk into, Honey?” The name sounds poisonous as it leaves his lips, causing you to shift in your chair. 
“You think-” You don’t want to consider the thought, but your lips betray you. “You think I’m cheating on you?” His answer leaves his body as a huff of air through flared nostrils.
“You think I’m cheating on you.” You conclude, scoffing incredulously as you turn towards his stiff frame; the steering wheel groans under his grip. “You’re joking, right?” Lifted eyebrows sketch horizontal lines into your forehead. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Cars whirl past the window and you watch as white dotted lines connect ahead.
“Yeah cause this is a fuckin’ joke to you, huh? Am I fuckin’ laughing?” An orange sheen from passing streetlights flashes over his features as he faces you for the first time, flickering between your Frank and the Punisher. 
“I can’t talk to you right now.” The words crawl from your lips as waves crash into your body, forcing you further into the seat.
“You can’t talk to me right now.” The statement is laced with disbelief as he validates your statement. “You don’t think I deserve an explanation?” “No.” “No?” The question leaves through downturned lips “No. Okay.” His face scrunches with a sniff, his upper lip practically touching the tip of his nose.
The gurgling of blood pumping from broken hearts reverberates through the small space. It was only a matter of time until your sins caught up with you, though you hadn’t expected Frank to immerse himself during your path of repentance. This is your fault, the dragon reminds you, and you can't defend yourself.   
Buzzing from the center console interrupts your interrogation. A familiar name flashes against the screen of the phone before quickly disappearing as Frank declines the call. You dare to look at him out of curiosity, but he won’t return your stare. He can’t. 
The name flashes against the screen again.
“What.” The roughness of his voice momentarily stuns you as he reluctantly places the phone to his ear. You debate on whether or not you’re allowed to look at him, fuck it, there’s nothing left to lose. 
“No way in hell.” The muscles in his jaws clench. “I know what I saw.” His voice is gruff as his teeth grind together. “That’s impossible. I watched him-” It’s silent as he listens; his body turning away from you as he switches the phone to the other ear. You can barely make out the voice of his friend from the passenger’s side. “-Don’t have answers either, man, but it’s him.” 
The energy in the car shifts as Frank attempts to sneak a glance at you but fails. Your eyes meet his gaze, studying his face unapologetically, devoid of any emotion. You felt bare, completely exposed- reminiscent of splintered nerve endings that convulse under familiar pressure. 
“Used to come here a lot with my family.” Your body felt like it was short circuiting as he spoke, unprepared for the direction this conversation would eventually take, yet you remain composed, for his sake. 
“Yeah?” 
“Yeah.” The cheap coffee cup hides half of his face as he takes a sip. “Kids loved it. Loved the people, loved flying kites… the damn hot dogs.” He laughs, staring out into the open field, and you laugh alongside him. Guilt swirls in your chest as he recounts his intimate memories, ones that you had familiarized yourself with that were once bullet points in a manilla folder.
“Maria made the best picnics.” He nods into the cup. “She, uh, she always had to have some kinda Italian shit.” He chuckles in remembrance. “I thought it was weird at first, you know? Who brings pasta to a picnic?” His laugh was sincere and you couldn’t help but mirror him, desperately trying to ignore the way your stomach churned. 
“But she knew better.” He smiles, but you catch the familiar sadness in his eyes. “Always did.” 
The cheap coffee cup blocks the view of the face you attempted to read. He hums quietly as he exhales, nodding slightly as he watches his surroundings. Hundreds of people litter the park, you realize, as you turn away from Frank. It’s busy, and somehow, that familiar loneliness fills your chest. 
“Andrew loved pasta.” The bile rises as you say the name aloud, your body tensing at the intrusion of memories that floods your consciousness.
“He loved it all.” You huff, mainly so you don’t vomit on yourself. “Spaghetti, ravioli, fettuccine. I got him a homemade pasta maker for his birthday one year.” Your chest expands at the memory of your fiancé carefully reading over the directions to the cookware as if it were from the Library of Alexandria. 
The laugh that leaves your lips surprises both you and Frank, but you’re unable to meet his eye. 
“He died a couple years ago, like, 3 months before the wedding.” You nod in finality, lip curling upwards as you attempt to fight the tears that threaten to spill. “That sucked.” The laugh is hollow and the knot in your throat threatens to choke you.“You know,” he catches a glimpse of your face, and you can only imagine how ridiculous you must look, “you don’t get refunds for wedding shit? Even if they’re murdered.” The air gets stuck in his throat at your confession. You deflate like an overexpanded balloon. “Now that’s funny.” A tear runs down your cheek. 
The tail of the dragon that had been tightly wrapped around your neck loosened its hold when you spoke honestly. While the memories burned in your eyes, you were taken aback by the relief that left your lungs. You twitched like a severed nerve as you forced yourself to remember, willing your arm to make contact with the concrete fortress that surrounded you. 
Months had passed since your confession in Central Park, arguably one of the worst and most freeing days of your life, and yet the reason for your tears change constantly. What started as mourning one life transformed to celebrating another- a new one that included Frank Castle. 
Salt collects against the side of your mouth and your cheeks cool as sadness falls from your waterline. You hadn’t realized you were crying until it was too late. 
He watches from the corner of his eye, not yet ready to face the looming storm that hovered over your crashing waves. The small movement of your hand brushing against your cheeks caused his head to turn slightly in an attempt to assess your current state, only to be met with the burn of bile in his throat. 
You’d only cried a few times in front of Frank, seldom to invite him into the chaos of your uncontrollable currents. While there were a few occasions- mostly during the month of May and when you begged the dragon to have mercy- you reserved your baggage for the confines of your journal. It was only in those pages that you safely grieved for not only a person, but for opportunities that were taken from you- for a life that had been stolen from you. You grieved the reality of the cards that had been dealt, unwilling to invite Frank into a game that you couldn’t afford to lose. The leather bound journal was everything you wouldn’t allow Frank to give you, for more than his well-being. 
An anvil sits heavy on his chest as you silently cry. He nearly reaches for you out of pure instinct, wishing he could lick your wounds and stitch you back together, but the monster tugs at the tendons, keeping his arm planted.
“Should I even ask about the kid?” His voice startles you, the tone less than inviting and laced with exhaustion. 
         “Not right now.” You manage to scratch out, your voice barely above a whisper. 
         “Alright, then when?” Knuckles tighten as they hold the steering wheel before loosening when he allows himself to take you in. The anvil seems to grow impossibly heavier and attempts to flatten his heart as he takes note of your swollen lips and hooded eyelids. Your cheeks glisten as the warm streetlights fly by. 
        “When are you going to finally be honest with me?” He begs with pleading eyes, and you’re suddenly back in a hospital room at those last few words. 
“Be honest with me,” you huff through uneven breaths, sweat creating a sheen against your forehead. “How badly is this going to hurt?” A weak chuckle leaves your lips as you adjust, squeezing the woman’s hand as your feet press into stirrups, your face squished in agony.
“It ain’t a walk in the park, but you can turn it into a jog.” The kind nurse gets a genuine exhale of a laugh out of you before you assume your position. 
“On three, I need one more big push. You got this, mama.” Your heart hammers at the title, and reality slams into your chest. 
“I can’t do this.” It’s barely a whisper; the confession stills your beating organ but the contractions don’t stop. 
“I can’t do this.” You repeat, eyes becoming frantic as your breathing becomes rapid, causing monitors to scream. 
“Hey hey hey,” the nurse moves her hand from your grasp to cup the side of your face as she demands your attention. “You can and you will do this. You are so strong-“
“I can’t do it without him. He isn’t here, I can’t- I can’t do this alone.” Alone. You had been embraced by loneliness since Andrew’s death, but nothing compared to this moment- the loneliness nearly engulfed you. You wondered if a room full of doctors would be able to resuscitate you from that kind of fatal wound.
“You don’t have a choice right now, sweetheart. You have to do this- for your daughter. You can do this. I’m here.” The nurse would never know, but she changed your life with those simple words: for your daughter. 
Time seemed to stand still as your body exerted all of its potential energy into the task at hand. Ten seconds felt like ten hours. One more push turned into three. Beads of sweat turned into tears of relief as your baby found its place against your bare chest. The cries were nearly indistinguishable. 
Blinding lights twinkled around you, acting as a spotlight to welcome the new life. Your family of two one now returned to two, and you swore if you squinted in just the right way, you could see the man who lived at St. Peter’s Cemetery. 
            “Not right now, Frank,” the dragon launches flames from its throat as it laughs. “Please.” Your bottom lip trembles as you admit defeat. It takes every ounce of self control to corral the shaky sobs that threaten to break free. He watches, quickly pursing his lips to contain his own emotions, before accepting your plea. 
            The threads of the seat wrap around you like vines, holding you snug to the range of emotions that soaked your cheeks. Frank internally shames himself as a small part of him relishes in your current state, least she knows she fucked up- the fuck is wrong with you? She’s obviously not okay. He interpreted your tears as remorse for infidelity, relieved to witness your morality firsthand. This was the only way he was willing to work through this- not because you were suffering, but because your shortcomings were acknowledged through your suffering. Maybe that was fucked up. He surely admitted it, but it was soothing to his infected chest wounds nonetheless.
            You wish you could disappear into the fabric and blend into intricate details of a quilt sewn by despair. Each moment that passed only spurred the flurries of rage that thrashed in your limbs, itching to break through the surface of your skin. He watched as your fingers dig into the soft flesh of your palm and your knee bounces in random patterns, shadows dancing over your body as the streetlights pass by.
“Frank.” Raindrops fall against your cheeks, emphasizing the outline of your soft face.
“I need to,” your throat tightens around an unspoken confession lodged in your throat. “I’ve been meaning to tell you-” you exhale with intention, slowly closing your eyes to ground yourself, completely oblivious to the way he hides a smile. 
The leather of your shoes collect water as it falls from overhead; the reflection of the light catches your attention. A deep line etches between your eyebrows as you pull them close in concentration, willing yourself to swallow the fear that chokes you. 
“I feel,” The words dance on your tongue, teasing you. It shouldn’t be this hard. You’ve done this before. A flicker of something foreign yet familiar ignites in your belly, pulling a small smirk from your lips before facing the man in front of you. 
“Oh, come on!” Your jaw hangs open in surprise. “I’m trying, here!” His cheeks round as he smiles back at you, the creases of his eyes emphasizing a certain softness to him. You push him lightly due to his disregard for your inhibitions, and the overhead streetlamp showers him in a beautiful sheen of orange, highlighted by the evening rain. 
Before you can truly admire him, you find yourself falling backwards as the heel of your shoe collides with uneven concrete. The wind leaves your lungs as you anticipate the fall, but two sturdy arms catch you instead, his hands securing you to him.
It’s quiet for a moment as your foreheads kiss. Your chest presses into his, mimicking the sporadic motions of breathing as you wait for the confession to manifest.
“I love you.” Droplets of water blur your vision as you watch the way his chest relaxes. “I’m sorry that it’s hard for me to say. It’s-”
“Scary.” His breath fans over your face as he towers over you, completing your sentence with ease.
“Yeah.” Relief leaves your lips as an audible exhale. The fear that clouded your mind and chest dissipated as you relaxed into Frank’s hold, finally feeling seen. Understood.
“It’s okay, look at me,” It’s easy to submit to him now that you’ve broken the dam that protected your heart. “I love you, too.” 
Tears that eroded trails against your face burn as the memory plagues you. You meant it when you told him- meant every word, definition, and connotation of your proclamation, but love is unrecognizable in the confines of the truck as silent sobs rack through your body.
This wasn’t love, though. This wasn’t a noble act of preserving the sanctity of your relationship and securing your hand, it was a disrespectful invasion of your privacy- an act of betrayal that held more weight than Frank would be willing to carry if he knew the gravity of your reticence. 
Familiar buildings come into view as your trip nears its end, the tension in the truck swarming around your bodies as waves gather and crash into you. Rage clung to your frame, and droplets of anger splatter against your chest as they fall from your lashes. Your mind feels like a carousel; the constant rotation of fear, betrayal, and fury causes your vision and judgment to blur. 
Frank notes the way your jaw clenches as the truck rounds the corner of the apartment. His own body tenses as his mind reels over every possible outcome that would unfold in the safety of your home, shamefully praying he would be met with the shell of you like he does every month. This time was different, though, and crackles of heat lightning zapped around you. 
“I’m sorry.” The apology is gruff as it leaves his throat, and while it was sincere, it fell short. You huff in disbelief at his feeble attempt to preserve peace and avoid your wrath.
“I’m sorry,” he repeats. “Okay?” The truck lurches to a stop as he faces you.
“Yeah, okay.” 
“Hey,” a hand wraps around your bicep as you turn to open the door and escape to your fortress. “I said I’m sorry. I mean it.” His eyes plead with you as he accepts defeat, trying to ignore the sparks of irritation that scratch against his fingertips.
“Sure, Frank.” The car door slams shut as you pull from his grasp, trapping him as water floods through the cracks and hinges. Your body blurs as his head submerged beneath the current, and you disappear, surrendering to the sea. 
chapter six
A/N: oh. Oh. OH. ohhh. what are we thinking? how are we feeling? are we ready for a mental breakdown?
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I sat in my little blue metal chair more than comfortable within it, my bare feet against the soft fresh green grass. The large silver crescent moon hung over me. The sweet whistle sounds of wind in the trees.
I sipped my warm tea, setting the cup back on its saucer with a clack, and returned both to the table beside my chair setting it down beside the still steaming teapot.
I found myself as I often did on nights like this, my mind being reminded the all the moments, all the memories that lead us through to this situation. I did my best to fight my memories away but they still flooded my mind.
"shhhh little one, shhh" my mother pleaded with my baby sister as she cradled her in her arms, we sat hidden in the little bunker that my father had built in the garden, he had always been so nervous and afraid of the possibility of the end of the world, the moment the solar flares came he stored us down there, My father was long dead as he left a while ago and when he returned only my mother was allowed to see him. I was merely A child but I understood what that meant, he had been infected and couldn't risk returning to us in the bunker. it had been so long since I saw daylight, saw the moon, saw the rain. only the sounds from the world above were muffled by the six feet of earth between us. My little sister's screams and cries all blended together, "Please sally, just quiet just for a moment" she begged her holding her tight to her chest, and for a moment she silenced her cries and it was then I heard it.
the sounds of feet above us, the sounds of wheels. I knew to be fearful as these sounds got louder and louder above us. and before we even move the door of the bunker was kicked open and our bunker flooded with men in these harsh uniforms made in such a way it was impossible for anyone to be seen, no faces, no skin, like being held at gun points by a bunch of emotionless robots. they rushed in and held us at gunpoint. I just stayed still trying not to cause them any trouble
"Noooooooooo! Please! noo my baby!" my mother screamed as these men ripped my baby sister from her arms I tried to push through these men to stop them as he carried my sister away out of our bunker, listening to the horrific sounds of my mother's screams, these deep animalistic calls trying desperately to break through these men to go after my sister. Another man came through and turned his attention to me.
I screamed as loud as I could as he came over to me putting his hands under my legs and lifting me up holding me above his hip so my head rested on his shoulder, I begged and pleaded for my mother but she had since fallen to the floor crying.
"MUMMY!" I screamed as loud as I could as I was taken out of our bunker into the hot bright sun, thrown in the back of a blacked-out jeep with my little sister.
We were whisked away on various modes of transportation. jeeps, bergs, and trains, all the while I had to hold my baby sister in my arms, keep her close and keep her warm, we were slowly joined by other children the eldest ten the youngest my sister sally all the while these guards loomed over us all. I held her close through all of this doing my best to keep her quiet until we got where we had been going too. It was a tall grey building where various vehicles sat and men guarded it like it was the greatest secret on earth. we were all pushed in and left in what felt like an old doctor's waiting room, people were set up all over it doing various tests on children given how young sally was we were taken first. They pricked our fingers took blood samples, took DNA from a swab around our mouthes, they asked me some simple questions if we were both girls, how old we were if our parents had orf hadn't been infected, and a few other little questions after all these little tests we were taken to a smaller waiting room they did scans and such and soon enough a man and woman came up to us.
"Hello little girls" the woman smiled
"Hello" I answered
"Now uhh this is going to be a little hard for you I imagine but, we need to take your little sister"
"what?" I asked pulling sally closer
"You see your little sister is very special, she's immune you see. she's very important she needs to come with us" she explained
"well... okay" I nodded getting off the chair
"Not you." The man told me
"what?"
"You see little girl, your sister is special and you... well, you aren't.
"We don't need you"
"No! you can't just take my little sister!"
before I could argue anymore a guard came and ripped sally away from me taking her away
"NOO! Please! I have to go with her!" I pleaded but they ignored me "Take me! take me too!"
"I'm sorry little girl, we don't need you. and we already have a full control group"
"Please take me with you, I can be of use I promise"
"come on ava," the man told her going to move on
"The virus humanistic virus isn't it," I spoke up and they both stopped "Only affecting humans and not animals"
"How do you know that?" The man asked me
"Its obvious, at least it should be" I told them "it's a lunatic too. I don't know from chemical or from pain but it drives people to insanity"
"..... clever girl" the man smirked at me "How do you know that?"
"My father was a chemist. The moment the flares started he locked us down there. I read all his books. watched the news. I know that you're wicked. and I know the experiments your doing. there not working. I know why"
"why?" the woman asked now very interested in me
"I told say. Unless you take me too"
"Maybe we do have a... use for you" the man smirked offering his hand so I took it.
I hurried myself through the compound, down the blue and white shiny corridors people rushing back and forth around the busy building. I reached my office and opened the door making sure to shut it behind me. seeing my files, my books, my desk close to the large impressive window that looks out to the city, the window to the subject room dark as I always wanted to give him privacy. I put my paperwork on my desk and made myself a fresh warm cup of tea sitting at my desk tapping the control for the bell inside the subject room.
"Good Morning, C16" I smiled
"Morning Miss y/l/n" He answered
"How are we feeling today?"
"Much the same as yesterday"
"Are you decent?"
"Yes," he sighed so I turned the tint off on the glass letting me see the small silver room with a bed, chair and table, toilet and shower, and other such things for a person to live.
"Good morning Oliver"
"Morning,"
"How were your dreams?" I asked him
"Fine" he sighed "How many more tests?"
"Not many" I lied "Just a couple more" I smiled getting some paperwork done.
I had worked for wicked for a very long time, once Janson and ava saw how smart I was and the sorts of things I knew I was taken in to learn under the many doctors and scientists of wicked. Watched the children around me most as smart as me being whisked away into the trials. I remember the day the flare was cured. It was a most joyous day when the cure was discovered and it was found just how effective it was. I helped out with the vaccinations making sure everyone had the injections they needed. I assumed it would all be over and that life would return to how it all was before. and In some ways it did, The desert land of the world began to become more cultivated, and people no longer grew sick, but Wicked remained. As an experimental facility, the mazes and other trials were left to become dust shells but I did know of a couple that had been inhabited by a group of people forming it into a city-like place and Honestly I was curious to visit it. Wicked was mostly focused on making sure another outbreak like the flare wouldn't happen again, or if it did we would be prepared for it, always generating new strains of the cure in case of mutation. As well as other experiments often times still using the subjects from the prior trials.
I moved over to the desk by the window and began working on the chemical cocktail my seventh edition of it. None of them had yet to work the way I wanted them too. Once I had mixed it up fresh I went over to the room Oliver sighed and stepped over putting his arm through a small hole that was sealed with plastic around his arm I put my gloves on and put my own through a similar one forming an airlock around our arms, and I Injected it though him. Once I was done I pulled my arm out throwing my gloves away and wiping down my hand. He moved back and sat at his table.
"I hope it works this time"
"Yeah, I do too" I smiled
I sat having a cup of tea with Janson, as I often did during my break times. I know people still disliked him but I was close with him, he had taken good care of me when I was younger.
"How goes your testing?"
"Uhhh progress. I hope" I answered "Oliver's being great really responding well to the chemicals"
"I hope you get a breakthrough soon, you've been working on that for years now"
"Well... it's an important thing to me" I smiled
"I know" He smiled taking my hand "that little potion of yours is going to do a lot of good in the world"
"If I ever get it perfect"
"You will. science takes time. you can't rush these things"
"I know, I'm just eager" I smiled
"Y/n! come quick!" one of the nurses Erica rushed in I dropped my tea and rushed through the corridors to my office noticing the staff struggling with Oliver. He was having a seizure contorting in his bed while nurses tried to hold him down, his heart rate monitor alarm going crazy I rushed in to help to try and fix the situation but it was too late his heart stopped and he slumped over dead.
"fuck!" I sighed going back into my office leaning on my chair "I knew it was a bad idea going back to the base recipe for six. and reverting it over. Fuck sake!" I yelled throwing my chair across the room as Janson arrived he saw the situation and he held my upper arms
"Hey, come on. there's never success without failure. back to the drawing board and we learn from it" he says pulling me into a hug
"yeah, your right. I think I need to clear my head"
"Take the rest of the day off. come in fresh in the morning"
I got my stuff throwing my handbag over my shoulder, and hurried down the wicked building scanning myself out the front doors, and out to the still sunny streets. People were rushing back and forth busy with their various businesses I did my best to ignore everyone and yet still be aware enough to not be in people's way I hurried down into the underground scanning my card quickly and letting me into the private carriage it was locking behind me. I always had to travel in the private carriage everyone from wicked did. Even after the cure had been widely distributed, understandably people still had very unhappy with wicked given everything they had been through.
A couple of years ago one of the subjects who had left the labs followed a scientist on the train. He had a grudge and he ended up murdering her. so now this was a precaution we all had to take. Once at my stopped, I climbed off and headed through the now darkening streets till I reached my apartment throwing my stuff on the side and collapsing on the sofa.
"I need a new subject. and a new formula"
"Please ava I'm so close," I told her following her around the lab "Just one more subject, I need to rework the formula"
"We are low on subjects. and we have some new testing going on In C labs"
"Ava come on." I plead. "You know my work is important. you know the sort of things I can do once I get this stuff working. Please Just one more. and I promise! you'll see results"
"You really have faith?"
"More than anything."
"I can't keep giving you subjects. not when these things keep happening"
"I know what happened I just need to rework the formula and we won't have any more issues. Edition eight will work. Just give me time and a subject and I'll prove it works."
"Okay" she nods
"yes! thank you!" I smiled giving her a hug but she pushed me back
"I'll send your new subject tomorrow morning. But. This is your last one. if this doesn't work. No more funding. no more formula. I'll put you over in Lab D to work with the replicators"
"Understood Miss Pagie" I nodded "Thank you" I smiled
I quickly left but Happily rushed back to my office to begin working on edition eight of the formula
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I got to thinking about Daniel and his old job, and how he learns from his current projects c:
TWs: blood, injuries, needles
Daniel could hear the screaming the moment he reappeared. He'd gotten such a frantic message from one of his angels--a major disaster had occurred just the next town over. He could smell the smoke immediately, some industrial explosion had rocked a main road.
Acrid smoke poured through broken windows, overturned cars still had their wheels spinning, and the sobbing. He remembered the sobbing form his time as a junior doctor--not from soldiers this time, though. All the crying was from civilians. Pale blue feathers caught Daniel's attention and he strode towards an angel. Dark fingers were shiny with blood as she tried to put pressure on the man's leg to stem the bleeding.
"Archangel Daniel! Thank the skies, there are still others who--"
Daniel gently shifted his hands to the leg, two hands applying pressure while the other two dug through his pockets for his emergency supplies. "Go on, Leo, you do better in fires than I do. I'll assist the injuries." The smaller angel nodded, seeing him threading some sterile surgical thread into a fresh needle, carefully taken from its packaging. Sterility was so important, nowadays.
He set to pressing some healing magic into the flesh below the man's skin, hearing him groan in pain. "I know, I know," Daniel said, soothing, as he started quickly stitching. Careful, even stitches, not too deep, not too tight. The magic would even mask the prick-tug rhythm--William had had quite the pain tolerance, but Daniel had seen this distraction technique work enough times to be confident in it. "This will help you get back on your feet faster, after all of this."
The man nodded hazily, eyes far away. Daniel frowned, waving over another angel with one golden wing. "He's stable, but going into shock. Do you know how to treat that?" He asked, urgently.
The other angel nodded and swept the man away as Daniel stood, incinerated the needle and thread with his magic, and moved on. William had plentiful memories of doing the same sort of routine in his line of work. Daniel remembered watching so many of them, recognized the similarities in proper crisis management. Address problems from biggest to smallest, get the person stable and safe, move to the next urgent case.
He would have to talk about this later, with William. He wanted to glean some more insight from his perspective. The stitching technique the reaper had taught him had come in so handy, after all.
He truly was learning how to better help humanity through his time with William.
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farfromhome97 · 2 years
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Living Life In The Night
Chapter 5: Falling
Sukuna didn't take long to walk the both of you into Mikey's, walking you over to the winter section, telling him your size as he put one of everything on one wall into the cart, still embarrassed by being on his back to pick them out yourself. Paying for your items with the company card and leaving the store, he bounced you again, causing another moan to be pulled from your lips, this time Sukuna knew what was going on, but kept quiet. Seeing a black company car waiting for the two of you as you were carried out of the store, you couldn't help but notice a familiar red car sitting two spots down from it. Sucking in a breath as you got closer, you definitely knew you recognized that car... It was your ex. The one who caused your current predicament. Tapping on Sukunas' shoulder in quick succession, you couldn't help but feel the familiar prick of tears swelling behind your eyes. "Hurry. Please hurry. Get me out of here. Now." Sukuna turning his head in your direction, catching a glimpse of a tear falling down your cheek that was laying on the back of his neck. "Ok, okay. Just don't cry please?" The statement coming out as more of a question as he nearly ran the two of you towards the car, opening up the passenger door while turning around, gently setting you down in the seat before throwing your crutch behind you in the back then buckling you in. As he straightened himself back up to close your door, you caught the tell-tale sign of a door closing, look back to see your ex rushing towards your closing door. Sukuna noticing your heaving chest as you stared behind him, turned around right before your ex could jump on his back, Sukuna punching the man once in the jaw, watching as the man who hurt you so deeply, folded like a lawn chair with just one punch, your own jaw dropping at the scene in front of you. Without a second thought, Sukuna closed your door, coming around the front before sliding in his own seat, pushing the start button, pulling away leaving your ex laying on the concrete. Staying silent as Sukuna drove you towards home, you expected him to say something, anything, to even ask if you're ok, but the handsome man only clenched his hands onto the steering wheel, face stone cold.
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Pulling next to the curb in front of your apartment building, you couldn't help but fiddle your hoodie sleeves with your fingers, casting your eyes down to stare at your hands. Still staying silent, you jumped at the sound of a car door slamming, your eyes following him as he crossed the hood coming around to open your door. Holding his hand out, you hurriedly grabbed it as he helped you out of the car. Leaning on your unhurt leg, Sukuna soon placed his hands on either side of your arms, looking at you a moment before running them down to grab your hips, giving them a squeeze before a low, "Jump." came from the man in front you. Looking up at him, you placed your hands on his shoulders, using your good foot to push off the ground and he lifted you up until you were hanging onto him like a koala bear, using one arm under your thighs, the other wrapping around your back, pushing you into him slightly. Clasping your hands around his neck, you couldnt help but lay your head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. As Sukuna carried you to your apartment, you couldn't help but run a couple fingers through the bottom of him undercut, feeling the soft short hair against the pads of your fingers, humming to yourself when you heard and felt his heart quicken. Soon you found yourself at your apartment, Sukuna putting the code into the lock before pushing the heavy black oak door. You thought about how strong he truly was, always carrying you around and doing other things on top of it. Walking to your couch, he slowly set you down before grabbing your dining room chair and bringing it to sit in front of you, licking your lips when you saw the way he crossed his arms and leaned back into the chair, his legs moving forward while spreading, coming to stare at you. Bouncing your good leg, you couldnt help but let your thoughts race, he probably thought you were weak, dumb for dating someone like that, just everything that your ex would say to you, putting you down running through your head. It was Sukunas' voice that pulled you from the depths of your mind, finally leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his hands in fists in front of his mouth, but not stopping the question from reaching you. "Are you still scared of him?" His eyes stayed locked on you as you looked anywhere but him. Scooting closer to you, it wasnt long when you felt his hand softly grab you jaw, with a gentleness he didn't use on your ex, pulling your face until you were forced to look at him in the eyes. Staring at each other for what was only minutes felt like hours, you finally choked out a sob, the tears pouring out at as you finally answered him. "Yes.." Biting your lip as the tears kept falling. You wanted to hide, curl up in your bed, do anything to help bring you from your thoughts. A soft look graced Sukunas' features, finally lifting himself off his chair, setting it back in it's place, coming to sit beside you, taking his shoes off, then yours. Still crying, he pulled you towards him, laying the both of down as he did so, softly rubbing your hair as you sobbed heavily, holding you tight.
A/N: this has been the worst case of writers block I've ever had. Jeebus 🛐🫠 anyway my dumb dumb give me gum gum 🗿 head ass deleted several drafts I meant to post. Oof. Love yaaaaa
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Still Want You [Jin x Reader]
6. The Afterlife ✎
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Jin has a loose grip on your hand to keep you from wandering off. You’d like to tell him that you promise to stay put but you know you’re too inebriated to keep your word. Plus, his hands are big and warm and soft and it feels nice. 
When a warm breeze picks up and blows a few loose strands of hair across your cheek, you are reminded of another summer night with your hand in his. You close your eyes and bask in that long forgotten memory.
It’s warm and it’s magical. You almost leap from the car before it’s parked so you can be among those flashing lights. When your feet hit scrubby grass and hard packed dirt, you take off running, the sound of your mom’s warning calls fading in the wake of bouncy carnival music. Tae is beside you, just as eager to ride the rides and win silly prizes.
You turn to him, a devious smile on your face, and say, “Race you to the ferris wheel!” And you take off before he has time to agree to your challenge.
Strong arms snake around your waist and snatch you back. You cry as Tae zooms passed and try to wriggle free but a gentle voice that can barely conceal a laugh whispers in your ear, “Not so fast, young lady!”
“Daddy!” you shout, twisting around to wrap your arms around his neck. He laughs out loud now and presses his lips to your forehead.
“Well, since Taehyung has already abandoned the group, will you please stay with Seokjin while I go get us some funnel cake?” he asks. You nod vigorously and push out of his grasp to stand by Jin’s side.
The young teenager rolls his eyes but still allows you to take him by the hand, lacing your sticky little fingers through his. You beam up at him and he offers an annoyed grimace in return. But when he gives your hand a tight squeeze, you know his fondness for you outweighs any annoyance at being stuck on babysitting duty.
“Which ride are you gonna go on first?” he asks you when your dad walks away.
With your free hand, you gesture to the whole carnival and yell, “All of them!”
Jin just shakes his head and laughs.
“Why is she crying?” Namjoon asks, joining you both on the curb to wait for an Uber. You blink yourself back to the present and look up at the two boys. They both look a little bewildered, their faces flushed under the yellow street lamp.
Jin pulls you towards him and wipes at the tears leaking down your face. You feel like you’re five again, scraping your knee against the concrete and he’s there, bandaging you up like he always has. You frown at him, wondering why he’s suddenly in all your memories.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, a tiredness to his tone that rankles at you.
“Do you remember the carnival?” you ask in return. His forehead crumples in confusion, not sure where this question has come from.
“Yes,” he answers, still tired.
“You held my hand just like this,” you tell him, lifting your intertwined hands in front of his face. He lifts an eyebrow and laughs.
“Yeah,” he says, “and both times to keep you from running off and getting yourself into trouble!”
The taxi pulls up to the curb before you can ask him if he remembers your dad that night. How funny he was and how he treated the Kim’s like his own children. How strong and kind he was. You feel your eyes prick again and turn to rub your face against your sleeve hoping it will erase these wild emotions from your skin. 
Jin steps down into the street to open the door for you and you don’t miss the way he lets go of your hand to shield the crown of your head from the door frame as you drunkenly clamber inside. You’ll never admit it, but it feels nice to have someone look after you like this. 
You expect him to shut the door behind you after he gives your address to the driver but he gestures for you to keep sliding in and climbs in after you. To Namjoon, he says, “Will you do me a favor and make sure Hobi gets home?”
“For sure!” Namjoon agrees readily and then leans through the window to smile at you, “It was fun hanging out with you, y/n! When you actually turn twenty, you should come out with us again!”
“Hell yeah!” you shout right into Jin’s ear and lean around him to fist bump his friend. Namjoon laughs as he taps your knuckles with his own and then retreats from the car.
As the taxi makes its way back onto the street, the gentle hum of the engine and the faint music from the radio lulls you into a sleepy stupor. The car window looks like it will probably be cool against your skin but Jin notices you swaying and puts his arm around you before you can lean that way, pulling you against him instead.
You lay your head against his shoulder and decide that maybe this is nicer than the car window. He rolls his eyes as you squirm against his side, making yourself comfortable, but once you are still, he leans his cheek against your hair and closes his eyes.
“You’re a lot of trouble, you know that?” he mutters.
You smile even though you know he can’t see.
“I’m sorry I ruined your graduation celebration,” you mumble back, “and I’m really sorry I missed your graduation ceremony. I really wanted to be there but me and Hobi have a deal.”
The weight of his head pressed against yours lifts and your eyes flutter open bewildered. When you lift your face to look at him, he is frowning at you. “What do you mean you and Hobi have a deal?”
“Oh…” you trail off, “Nothing, I guess.”
“y/n,” he says, his tone stern and full of unspoken warning.
You lean your head back against his shoulder feeling dizzy. Maybe you can pretend you’re too drunk to have heard the way he said your name. Maybe he’ll let the subject go. After a few tense seconds, he rests his head against yours again and you relax a little.
“Didn’t you used to have a crush on Hobi?” he asks instead. You punch his thigh lightly.
“Shut up, SUCKjin.”
He laughs.
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Jin lets his phone fall into his lap and looks out the front windshield at the oncoming traffic. He isn’t sure why it bothers him so much that you and Hobi would be fighting. Maybe it’s that Hobi is to him what you are to Tae, that is, friends forever. And since you are Tae’s friend forever, you’ll always be in Jin’s life which means that you and Hobi will have to avoid each other forever.
Jin doesn’t like the idea of that.
He risks shifting his weight a little bit to get a glimpse of your sleeping face. You grumble in protest but you don’t wake up. After a few moments of waiting with bated breath, Jin finally relaxes and studies you carefully. You seem a lot sweeter now that you’re asleep, your harsh and defensive demeanor replaced by this sleepy innocence. He smiles.
This is the you he remembers from his childhood.
Carefully, he pushes a few loose strands of hair out of your eyes, leaving his palm to rest at the nape of your neck, his fingers still tangled in your hair. Maybe it’s the haze of alcohol or maybe he’s just never thought of you this way before but he suddenly realizes how beautiful you’ve become.
When did that happen? he thinks to himself and then blinks the thought away. You’re basically his little sister and you are so, SO annoying. You would drive him crazy if the two of you ever dated.
“Dated?” he scoffs at himself, “Pull yourself together, Seokjin!”
“Hmm?” you stir.
Jin snatches his hand away from your face and cringes when he pulls some of your hair in the process. You sit up, dizzy and in pain but mostly just disoriented. You frown at him, “What’s going on? Are we home?”
“Almost!” the taxi driver pipes up, watching the two of you from the rearview mirror. Jin’s ears turn bright red as he realizes this stranger both saw and heard everything that’s happened in the backseat.
You nod to the driver and then you whirl on Jin, your eyes suddenly wide as saucers. He stares back at you, his eyes just as wide, wondering what nonsense you’re going to spout now. You place a hand on either of his shoulders and shake him once.
“Jin! I can’t go home!” you cry, “My mom is gonna kill me!”
He’s suddenly very self conscious about what he does next but it’s like a knee jerk reaction. He presses his warm palms to either side of your face and says very matter of factly, “Don’t worry. I’m gonna sneak you in.”
You shoot him a skeptical look. He’s been gone a while but there’s no way he’s forgotten how light of a sleeper your mom is. Her wrath upon being woken up before her alarm is legendary and you have suffered many a grounding because of it. Jin, however, doesn’t seem very concerned as he pats your cheek.
He must be bluffing, you decide.
“We’re both dead,” you say with a shrug, dropping your hands from his broad shoulders. So broad. You frown at his chest, realizing how he’s filled out since you last saw him, and hope that he doesn’t see the flush that warms your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you direct your attention to his face and add, “Hopefully they bury us next to each other! I wouldn’t want to go into the afterlife alone.”
Jin laughs a little incredulously, “You’d go with me?”
His ears are flaming when you flash him a brilliant smile and a laugh that he once found annoying escapes your lips sounding like the most magical sound in the world. What is the matter with him? He didn’t drink that much.
“Sure!” you say, “You can’t help but protect me in this life so I don’t see why it would be different in the next.”
He rolls his eyes at that and flicks your forehead, “How about we don’t die tonight at all and we can talk about our journey into the afterlife another time?”
You smile again and turn toward the window to watch the streetlights pass by. You are definitely close to your house now and you wonder how you’re supposed to sneak in without your mom catching you. Most kids would have figured out all the secrets for sneaking into their houses but you’ve always had Tae or Jimin or Jungkook’s houses to crash at if you couldn’t get home so you never tried.
When the taxi pulls onto your street, Jin has the driver stop a few houses down. He presses his fingers to his lips as he helps you out onto the street. You nod but you really can’t make any guarantees for your silence.
Jin wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you tightly to his side, and you giggle.
“y/n, you have to be quiet, okay?” he whispers sternly.
“But it’s funny!” you protest. Jin stops walking and looks down at you exasperatedly.
“What is?”
You prod at his ribs and giggle again when he twitches away from your reach. Without his support though, you sway dangerously and he rushes to catch you before you fall over into the street.
“We fit perfectly together,” you say, your voice muffled with your face pressed into his shoulder. Now that you’re pressed into his side again, you snake your arms around his waist, giving yourself all the extra support you can, “It’s funny!”
Jin is grateful you can’t see the way he’s blushing as he begins to walk you down the street again. Instead of responding to your comment, he starts explaining how he’s going to get you inside, how one time your dad told him which steps to skip to avoid making the house creak and how if you went through the backdoor, the hinges were quieter than the front.
You want to know why your dad would tell Jin this of all people but your dad had always been an eccentric and it was probably just one of those things he did for no logical reason at all. As you make your way around the back of the house, you’re overcome by how glad you are that Jin happened to be at the same bar where you met your uncle.
Doing things that reminded you of your dad had been really hard since he died and going to see your uncle who had purposely cut him out of his life had been even harder but you had been determined to do it alone. It wasn’t like you could talk to your mom about it. She would have been pissed that you were going to see anyone on that side of the family and Tae didn’t really remember your dad the way you did. But Jin… ever since you and Tae had met in second grade, your family had been close with the Kim’s and Jin had been especially close with your dad.
It just seems fitting that Jin would be there in this kind of situation, almost like your dad watching over you or something.
You open your mouth to tell him this but he presses his palm over your mouth, catching you before you can let out a peep, and shakes his head. When he seems certain you’ll stay quiet, he pulls his hand back and then mimes that you can talk once you’re safely in your room.
Miraculously, you do make it to your room, your mom’s snores down the hall unbroken the whole time. Jin helps you pull off your shoes and climb into bed. You snuggle down, sighing with the relief of being safe and warm and home. He gives you a gentle smile and goes to pull the covers over you.
“Goodnight, y/n,” he whispers.
You grab his arm as he turns to leave. You know you’re still not sober and you know that in any other circumstance you would never ask this of your best friend’s older brother but all you know right now is that the moment he started to go, it made you sad.
“Jin?”
“Yeah?”
It occurs to you how ridiculous this situation is. You literally fought with Jin at the bar, hijacked his graduation celebration, and now he’s gone out of his way to bring you home. What are you going to do? Ask him to stay with you? 
And while your mind reasons through this perfectly, the words that come out are, “Stay. Please?”
So it stings when Jin’s face contorts with what looks like a moment of indecision before he answers, “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Yeah, of course,” you laugh, “That would be weird, right? I guess that’s just the alcohol. Anyway, thanks for bringing me home. Goodnight!”
You roll over and pull the blankets over your head so you don’t have to see his reaction. A few seconds later, the door to your room whispers open and then clicks shut. You count to sixty for good measure and then peer hesitantly into your room.
It’s empty.
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jameui · 3 years
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SPECIAL PRESENT 2
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PAIRING: Sugar Daddy!Jung Yunoh x College Student!M!Reader (featuring: Bestfriend!Lee Jeno)
GENRE: Fluff, Smut
WARNINGS: Unprotected intercourse, huge age gap, a lot of IMPORTANT flashbacks (i think), daddy kink, sex toys, overstimulation
SUMMARY: You were a striving student in Resonance High and had perfect records. Besides your devotion to your education, you were also gifted with a talent. All these stuffs making your sugar daddy, Jaehyun, proud of you, so he decided to give you a night you won't forget.
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He gave Jeno an acknowledging nod for looking out for you for him and carried your smaller body with your legs wrapped around his waist like you were an eight year old. "You asleep, baby?" You buried your head on the crook of his neck and shook them 'no'. "Alright. Cause I don't want dinner going to waste." He made you giggle while you hugged his body tighter that were hanging over his shoulders.
He pulled the door to the passenger's seat and gently seats you down on the comfy chair. He closed the door for you before moving to his side of the car. The driver's. He got inside and made himself comfortable, just as you were putting on your seatbelt. "Are we good to go?"
"Yeap. I'm starving already." You said patting your tummy.
He chuckled with his deep voice that you always find so hot and fascinating. "Were you practicing 'til the late night, again?" He asked you, concern lingering on the tone of his voice.
"Yeah. I stayed with Jeno, though. He was a better mentor, in full honesty." You pouted. "Ah, right. The mentor told me I made him proud." You said like a puppy who was complimented by their owner.
"He did, huh?" He said, before he raised his hand from the steering wheel and patted your head. "I'm more proud of you." You smiled and felt all your insides go giddy as you wiggled cutely on your seat.
You drove through houses and past buildings before you arrived at the older man's house. You were in your first year of college when you ran away from your family's house and moved to a more far off place, somewhere they wouldn't be able to track you down. To support yourself, you rented a room in a boarding house, but had to eventually leave due to you having not enough money to pay for the rent. You tried so hard looking for a job and you did, but it didn't last long. Although, you were paid a good amount of money that helped you with your house renting and food. Of course, you found a very unstable job again, but was fired for your poor performance. Yet again, you were forced to leave the the place you rented and even thought of actually working at a gay bar. Not until you stumbled upon, your now bestfriend, Jeno who offered you a shared room with him in his apartment, which you gladly took.
Jeno was one of your coworkers that you never really got to interact with, so seeing now that he's your roommate, you had to eventually get to know him more and you two grew closer together, becoming the best of friends that you two are now. It was quite coincidental that you two were studying at the same university, so it was a shock for the both of you. You two were roommates 'til the end of your first year, when you met Jaehyun on that faithful day, who was generous enough to invite you to live under the same roof as him. At first, you were very hesitant, but with the agreement he had set between you two, who were you to refuse? Like you said before, you were only up for it because of the money and pleasure.
"Daddy?" You called out to him. In the agreement, you were free to call him anything you wanted if you two were in public, but when it's just the two of you, that nickname should be the one used AND only that. He hummed in reply as his eyes never left the rear view mirror, parking the car in the garage. "Do you ever... er, I know it's a very unnecessary question, but..." You chuckled with hurt on your voice. "... Do you ever get tired of me?"
Jaehyun didn't say anything after he had parked the car. You two only sat there, Jaehyun turning the car engine off, then sighed. "Baby, listen." You were once about to speak again, but he cut you off. "I want to tell you something." The tone in his voice made your heart beat faster, more scared than that recent experience at the dance studio. He held your hand, your eyes falling on them before trailing them up to Jaehyun's who was looking deeply into your E/c orbs. "Don't think of it badly, but a few days into the relationship, I really did thought I wish I shouldn't have met you."
And there it goes. The heartbreak you had always deserved, but his hold on your hand never loosened, rather it tightened and his eyes softening when he noticed your eyes start to prick with tears. "I said, don't think badly about it, M/n."
"How could I not when you're literally breaking my heart?!"
"Baby, let me explain." Jaehyun told you, you letting out a huff.
"Then, explain and if you want to end all this, then just say so. I don't want to get my hopes up." You whined and crossed your arms.
Jaehyun chuckled. "Before I met you, I was always on my desk. Every single day, thinking of nothing, but only work." You side eyed him and huffed, again. "But, now that you're here, you're the only person filling up that space in my mind. All I could ever think of was you and only you. Your smile, your sweet giggles, the way your voice sounded so angelic when you sing, everything about you spiraled in my head, neverending." He softly told you, putting a hand on your thighs that was clothed with the long pants you wore. "You never came to me as just a responsibility anymore. You were my top, number 1, only priority. Now, I regret ever thinking like that."
"Stop, you're gonna make me cry." You shoved your hand on his face to shut him up, to which the older resorted to tickling you. You bursted into fits of laughter not stopping until you two were finally out of breathe. Your eyes locked with each other, your chest heaving up and down, Jaehyun still yet to stop from his chuckling. Once his chuckling died down, you couldn't contain it in yourself anymore and hungrily pressed your lips on his, moving to his side of the car to straddle his thighs.
Jaehyun was taken by surprise from your sudden action, but replied quite faster than you thought. His hands slid down to your ass, kneading it through your pants making you moan in pleasure, Jaehyun using this as a chance to slip his tongue inside your wet cavern mixing his saliva with yours as he danced with your tongue, taking dominance very easily.
His hands went further up your body, sending tingles down your spine making you shudder in your place. He pulled away from your lips, a string of a transparent liquid connecting both of you, whilst his dark brown eyes gazing at you with nothing, but lust deep within those orbs that stared into your soul. "You look so sexy, baby." He told you, before he sloppily placed wet kisses on your jaw, down to your neck making sure to leave hickeys that will be visible for days. The contact of his soft lips on your skin made you sigh shakily from the pleasure he was giving you. He caressed your soft skin from under your large shirt and found its way up to your erect nipples that he always fondly played with whenever you found yourselves in this same exact situation.
An unconscious loud, high pitched noise came out of your mouth, Jaehyun swelling with pride as he smirked, teeth grazing the supple flesh of your neck. "D-daddy.. Mmnh~" You hummed out in pleasure, your hands tangling themselves on Jaehyun's unkempt hair, your head completely empty, but the thought of how the man made you feel so good. "Daddy~"
The way the nickname rolled out your tongue in a very sensual way, earned you a growl from the older male before he bit on that sensitive part of your skin making you scream out a loud moan. He licked on that same area, sucking on it while doing so. Your eyes were half lidded when you felt something under you poke your thighs. He was hard.
Teasingly, you traced your fingers over his clothed member and played with the tip to drive him over the edge. "Stop teasing, baby boy. You know what happens to bad boys, right?" He whispered seductively into your ears, his hot breathe hitting your skin briefly, a minty scent filling your nose.
"Yes, daddy." You nodded your head meekly.
"That's a good boy. Now get to work." He ordered you as you moved back towards your seat in a kneeling position and ducking down to become face to face with the male's crotch. Even from now, you still couldn't get over the fact how he was so huge and how long his dick was. You were still yet to learn how this will fit inside of you. "Come on, baby. Time's a wasting."
You nodded your head submissively and reached over the waistband of his sweatpants and peeled them off only to discover that he was bare on the inside, his sweatpants the only thing that kept his bottom half covered. "Did you expect this to happen, daddy?" You smirked, placing kitten licks on the tip of his semi-erect cock. "You're so hot, daddy." You said, looking up at him while you rested your head on his thighs.
"Baby, please." He begged of you, eyes furrowing.
You smirked before you trailed a small lick from his balls up to his tip, making Jaehyun groan throughout the time he entangled in his hand a fistful of your hair. You can't help, but let a moan slip past your tongue as you continued to place kisses on the head of his cock. You glanced up at him only to see him viewing you with so much lust in his eyes. You understood this as a sign to stop your teasing and wrapped your lips around the head of his cock taking in only a few inches that you could fit into your mouth, using your tongue that sent shivers down Jaehyun's spine as he groaned from the pleasure you gave him.
But, this time, you wanted to make him feel better. You wanted to know how far you can go. You were determined to exert yourself to your maximum limit, so you took all of his cock into your mouth, not even bothering how much you choked around his dick when he reached further down your throat. Upon this, Jaehyun howled. He didn't expect you to take him whole, since you were basically only playing with the head of his member, so this was rather unexpected. "That's right, baby. Make daddy feel good."
You helped yourself first to fully adjust to his size, swallowing around him that made your throat tighten causing to send pleasure through Jaehyun's nerves making him groan out in pleasure, hissing out cusses that made your ego swell with pride as you started to bob your head painfully slowly for Jaehyun's liking.
Occasionally you would look up at Jaehyun who had his head tilted backwards, eyes shut, sighing from the familiar sensation you gave him while he let you do your work. He would take his head back down to you, to peer over you who sucked on his dick like it was a lollipop. "Fuck, baby. Faster."
You followed his command and went a little faster, earning a groan from the lust filled male as he started to guide your head. You stilled yourself, giving him the signal that he can go at his own pace. And so he did. But, you didn't expect that he'd fuck your mouth at a very rough pace.
You held onto his thighs to balance yourself, your eyes rolling back from how much you felt good with just your mouth getting fucked by Jaehyun. The older male grunted and laughed darkly whispering a few curses, letting out chains of groans and sighs that he couldn't help from passing his lips.
His pace didn't stop from increasing its speed, until it became an animalistic pace that made tears fall from your eyes, face reddening at how much stimulation he had put on your mouth. "Fuck, fuck! Baby, your mouth feels so good!"
He peeked over you and saw your eyes staring back at him, as you felt his dick grow bigger in size from inside your mouth. Your eyes were both locked together as he continued to buck his hips inhumanely inside your mouth. "M/n~ Ah~" He moaned out your name, but he was still not near to reaching his climax as he continued to let himself fuck your mouth. You were sure your throat will be sore the day after, but you could careless. This felt like heaven to you and you didn't want anything to stop you.
He finally stopped his harsh movements, letting you move at a pace you can handle. You used your tongue to swirl around his cock, making Jaehyun hiss, knitting his eyebrows causing the small creases on his forehead to appear. "Hah..."
To drive him over the edge more, you continued to suck on the sensitive part of his cock, which was the tip that was now leaking with precum. You slid your tongue over the slit of the bulbous tip of his dick, tasting the saltiness of the juice he produced with your help.
He was so over his head, that he let out a loud curse when his phone started ringing. "Don't stop, baby." You complied, his hand intertwining with the strands of your hair. You repeated the routine and got no reaction from the older male, but you can clearly see that he was just trying to restrain himself from letting out a moan. Feeling challenged, you bobbed your head up and down on his dick going faster and faster each time his tip hit the back of your throat.
Jaehyun, who was still on his phone, smirked down at you at how needy you are for his attention. So, he placed his hands back to your hair and singlehandedly pushed you you even further that made you let out a choked out gasp, but gradually grew accustomed to it, after he gave your head one final push, burying his dick inside your mouth thick spurts of his cum travelling down your throat, some dripping down your mouth. He thrusted a few more times to ride out his high before he let you pull away with a loud pop.
He finally hung up the call and caressed your cheeks, leaning in to whisper. "You did great, baby." He smiled down at you and that's how you eventually fell asleep, forgetting about the dinner that Jaehyun had prepared for the both of you.
Nonetheless, Jaehyun fixed himself up and carried you to his room. He laid you down on the soft mattress of the bed, pulling the sheets over your body before he gives your forehead a small lingering kiss. "Sweet dreams, my little angel." He said, then got up to to turn the lights off, happily watching you sleep one last time, before he went downstairs to finish his work.
The morning after, just as expected, you felt a sting on your throat every time you swallowed or even talk making your voice sound hoarse from the sore throat you were having. Jaehyun kept on apologizing, even though you kept on telling him that it was alright and that it wasn't his fault, but he still insisted and promised you to cook your favorite meal for dinner. Knowing the taller male, you knew there was no way around this, so you just gave in and nodded your head. He was also kind enough to let you hide his bite mark.
"I didn't know your voice could go that deep." Jeno teased you, poking the side of your ribs.
You slapped his hands away. "Fuck you." Your voice came out airy and raspy, sound almost like a broken croak, making you sigh. "Gah... I feel like I shouldn't have—ah—done that a day before the performance." You said, wincing when you felt that rising pain on your throat as you rubbed them to try and ease the sting that was fucking killing you.
"Guess, it's good that I don't do the sucking." Jeno chuckled that made you widen your eyes.
"Who—"
"Lee fucking Jeno. AH!" A rather harsh sounding voice, emitted from behind the said male, taking his attention before he smiled.
"Nana! You came!" Jeno opened his arms and ran to the boy, but he was pushed away by him making Jeno pout.
"Shut the fuck up, Jeno." He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing. "You gave me this sore throat." He glared at Jeno. "And, of course I came. After you fucking threatened me to—"
"Yeah, yeah. That's enough, Jaemin." Jeno said, covering the person's mouth. Jeno took his hand back as quick as lightning, when Jaemin licked on the palm of his hand, a smirk forming on his face. "Gross!"
Jeno was wiping his hands when you rolled your eyes and held a hand at Jaemin for him to shake. "M/n. L/n M/n. A 'friend' of my friend, is a friend of mine. Nice to meet you." You greeted him, Jaemin chuckling at the same exact situation you were in.
"What a top, huh?" Jaemin said, before he shook your hand. "Na Jaemin. Pleased to meet you." He smiled at you while Jeno pulled both your hands away from each other.
"HEY!"
"No. Just no!" Jeno told you both, while knitting your brows in confusion at him. "Jaemin. You're only mine."
"Of course, he's yours. I don't plan on taking him away from you. I just want to be friends." You said in reply to Jeno's statement who pouted. "Besides, I'm not as handsome as you, Jeno, so I can't compete with you."
"I don't mind cute boys." Jaemin crossed his arms, teasing Jeno and probably you, as well as a blush started to paint your cheeks.
"HEY!" Jeno yelled at Jaemin who rolled his eyes before he gave you a wink and walked off. Jeno glared at you and narrowed his eyes. "Mine. Jaemin's mine."
"Then, take him. Geez Luis, Jeno. I already have my own." You stuck your tongue out at him before you went to the studio to change into the costume you were to wear. You waited for your turn, a makeup stylist approaching you to put make up on you. "Oh." You said and the stylist just smiled and started to dab foundation onto your face that matched your skin tone. She gave you a small amount of blush on, giving you an eyeliner and a dark brown eyeshadow to give your eyes a fiery look to match the concept of your performance.
She immediately packed her things up and moved to another student, you giving her a bow as she left. "Wow, look at you. I didn't even recognize it was you." Jeno teased with his arms crossed across his chest.
You gave him a smile and fiddled with you fingers. "I'm actually feeling really scared right now. But, mostly, I can feel the adrenaline rush running through my veins that I could just scream and run out the stage and dance!" You said in glee, until you realized that you had forgotten telling Jaehyun about your performance. "Oh, no. Da—Jaehyun! I forgot to tell him." You groan and checked your pockets for your phone and remembered you left it at home, since you were to excited to even check yourself. You dejectedly sat down on a chair and whimpered.
"He'll be there, M/n. I can tell." Your mentor told you, when he heard your complaints about forgetting to tell Jaehyun, and you immediately lit up and hugged the person.
"Thank you!" You expressed your gratitude, getting the idea of what he meant. You pulled away from him with a wide smile glued stuck to your face.
"Now, you both need to get changed. The opening's 'bout to start." You and Jeno nod your head and went straight to the wardrobe to get change, seeing only two outfits left on the line.
"Just in time." Their dress stylist both gave them what seemed to be like their costumes that was kept inside a black plastic case with a zipper that attached the layer together.
You made your way to the dressing room, one for you and the other for Jeno. You fit yourself just right into the clothes they have assigned for you to wear. You looked at yourself in the mirror and was shocked to see how good you looked on these clothes you're wearing.
You were fit into a maroon loose silk long sleeved polo, the vertical front of the shirt that attaches it together was replaced with laces that stitched around the holes of your clothes' button hole. The sleeves of your polo went further down, just below your wrist, avoiding it from falling by securing it with a button on the hem of the sleeves. For your lower half, you were given tight fitting slack pants that accentuated the size of your bubble butt with your polo neatly tucked inside the waist of your pants. The length of your pants stopped exactly by your ankle, exposing that uncovered area, the wind tickling your ankles. You wore a closed black shoes that complimented the look. You also wore a display lip ring and earring that completed your look, your whole self changing right before your eyes. The gullible and fun you was no longer there, instead it was replaced with a much more unknown version of yourself.
"Damn, I look fine as fuck." You told yourself as you checked yourself out on the mirror that was placed in the dressing room. "Woah..." You said, tracing your fingers on the outline of your ass.
"M/n. You done in there? We're almost up." Jeno's voice called from the busky studio that snapped you from your thoughts and came out of the dressing room. Jeno's head turn to look at you taking in your new look with a lip bite and a whistle. "Damn, bro. You look so hot."
"Thanks, I guess." You giggled, blushing shyly.
A few more compliments later and your group was being called to move to the venue and be at the backstage to prepare. You just stuck to Jeno the whole time going back to the routine a few times to practice and perfect the dance. Jeno was a good friend to the point where he would always be there by your side whenever you needed him. Even at this time, he never left your side and helped calm you down by offering a bubblegum to you, your mind thinking about nothing, but focusing on chewing the gum. Jeno would always initiate a talk with you making you laugh all the time whenever he made faces or make jokes that weren't even funny making it hard for you not to laugh at.
But, it seemed like all Jeno's work went immediately down the gutter when you felt your nervousness come back at once, when the emcee of the opening program started to introduce you to the stage.
Loud cheers and a round of applause were heard as you made your way to the very spacious stage of the place. Your eyes fell to the crowd, feeling yourself break into cold sweat from all the nervousness you felt. It was too heavy that you couldn't—"Daddy?" You smiled when you saw Jaehyun in the crowd and waved his hand at you when you saw your eyes that was happily looking at him. You subtly waved your hand back at him, to which he smiled at, those deep dimples appearing for you.
You got into your position, which consisted of you lying down on the floor, with your right leg folded up, your knee raised up. You had a cutted satin fabric in your back pocket as a prop for yours and Jeno's solo later. You put your hands over your eyes, as a part of your starting position.
Soon, the music started booming through the speakers and you felt your body get trapped to the rhythm of the song as you felt your hands and legs get overtook by the music as you started to gracefully dance to each beat of the song. Jaehyun, with his phone, proudly deciding to film your whole performance.
The first and second half of the song was just your group synchronized dancing to the choreography of what your mentor had taught you and you leading some part of the dance, until the song made a huge turn to a very sensual groove that had only you and Jeno left on the stage. Your solo, with your partner, Jeno, started and everyone in the crowd whistled and gasped, including Jaehyun who felt a little jealous that it wasn't him with you on that stage.
You started with a freestyle by grinding your hips on the cold newly polished floor of the stage, before you were joined by Jeno who stealthily took the fabric from your pocket and slowly wrapped it around your source of vision. He took your chin to turn your head and face him. One hand, not too tightly held the blindfold up only enough, so it doesn't fall, while the other held the back of your neck turning both of you around, so your back faced the audience and he faced the crowd, smirking before he leaned in close to you and staged to make it look like he bit on your neck, then removing the blindfold from your eyes. Then, ending the performance with you falling down to the floor acting lifeless, while Jeno pretended to wipe his lips.
The audience broke into loud claps and shouting out praises in chorus, while Jeno helped you up to your feet giving him a silent thanks and bowed at the people who was watching your performance. You two walked out of the stage and was greeted with hugs from the students feeling like they made a very big accomplishment from how you made the performance very eye catching. "M/n! You were so great out there!"
"Thanks. Jeno helped me a lot." You said, nudging the older, who only chuckled.
"M/n." Jaehyun's voice grabbed your attention, holding his arms out as he smiled at you. You gave him a wide smile and ran to him hugging him with all your might.
"I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you." You voiced out apologetically, pushing your bottom lip forward into a pout and looked up at him. "Sorry, Jaehyun."
"It's okay, baby." He replied, before leaning into your ear. "Because I'm hoping you kept your promise and that's why I have a surprise for you."
You knew what he meant by that, the reason why you were blushing with your eyes wide open. "I.. er.. Yes, yes." You said, playfully punching on his chest. A week prior to today, you had promised to Jaehyun that if you're performance was successful, you'd finally let him pop your cherry, that's why you're blushing so profusely.
"Then, be ready. I'll be seeing you tonight." He whispered one last time before he kissed your cheeks and excused himself since he was still expected at his work.
The whole day, all you could ever think of was what his surprise was and how he would be able to fit his huge dick inside your ass. It was too impossible, you thought, but you were already feeling just as desperate as the older male. You wanted to know how he felt inside you, how he would fuck you 'til the daylight, how he would break your mind and fuck you until you forget your own name. Just the thought of it made you go crazy as you slapped your cheeks and sighed. "Fuck..."
You felt a presence sat themself beside you giving a loud sigh. "So, I'm guessing you're gonna stay up whole night, huh?" It was Jaemin.
You whipped your head at him and looked at him like he was some type of witch or future teller. "How'd you..."
"Gut feeling." Jaemin said.
You didn't know what you signed up for in that time, until today.
It was currently quarter to seven and you were now at the front of the doorstep, not even bothering to say a word. You could only blink your eyes several times, swallowing the large lump that formed in your throat. You let out a deep breathe and was about to put your hand on the knob when the door let out a soft creak and caught sight of Jaehyun who was dressed in nothing, but his boxer shorts. Your hands didn't left the air as you continued to stare up at him, before your eyes fell down his toned abs that were nothing compared to your flabby stomach. "M/n, baby! You're just in time." He smiled at you, but you were still as nervous as ever. Your eyes never left from taking in the view right in front of your eyes, admiring how much his body was so sexy, licking your lips as your eyes fell down his shorts. "M/n."
Your head snapped up towards him, finally out of your train of thoughts. "Yes, daddy?"
"I left your present on the bed, baby. Go check it out." He told you as you did what you were told and moved upstairs to your shared bedroom and saw a pink colored paper bag on top of the bed. You looked at Jaehyun hesitantly, who gave you a smirk and nodded his head up once to the bag to tell you that you should open it. So, you did. And didn't expect to see all sorts of 'toys' inside them.
"D-daddy... these all are..." You managed to let out, these only few words getting the chance to leave your mouth. Your hands trembled, not because you were scared, mainly because you can already feel yourself start to melt and the desperation to just submit to him already.
You felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you loosely, Jaehyun's hot breathe hitting your neck. He pressed his lips down to your neck and placed kisses that trailed down to your exposed shoulder due to the large shirt you wore that was barely hanging on your shoulders. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access to your neck as he started to nip on the skin. "Fuck, baby boy." He whispered into your ear, licking your lobe making you sigh in pleasure, as he started to grind his hard on against your ass.
"Ah... daddy.." You moaned out from the feeling of his clothed member on your butt.
He never ceased his movements until he saw your hands still holding onto the bag, his smirk growing wider. "I'll let you pick two, baby and it'll be our special tool for tonight. How's that sound?" He seductively asked you, his lips grazing the back of your ear.
You weakly nodded your head and checked the contents of the paper bag. You were too clouded with the thought of getting pleasured by the older man that you took out whatever you could take in your hand. The chosen items made Jaehyun smirk. "Good choice, baby boy." He moved away from you, already missing the heat his body radiated against yours. He took the bag away from the bed and threw it somewhere in the corner of the room and took the toys you had in your hand. "I gotta say, you have good taste, M/n." He said. "Strip." His voice fell an octave deeper making your knees buckle from his dominating demeanor.
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