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justauthoring · 21 days

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puppy love.

requested! -> high school nanami please! the reader gets everything she wants from kento 🤷‍♀️

a/n -> slowly trying to work through all the requests yall have sent me ':)

pairing -> teen!nanami kento x f!reader

shoko.

"kento-kun~!"

the words on the tip of nanami's tongue are left unsaid as his entire body freezes, a involuntary flush coating his cheeks as the sweet sound of you calling his name floods his senses.

shoko who's stood in front of him raises a brow at nanami's reaction, the stunned look on the younger boys face not one she's seen before. her underclassmen is normally so composed that it was hard to get a reaction out of him ever, and yet a simple call of his name from your lips seems to have the boy starstruck.

you bound up to him, all bright smiles and twinkling eyes, slightly breathless as you all but ran to make your way over to your classmate. shoko notices the faint pink dusted across your cheeks as well and her interest is further piqued as she watches you smile all prettily up at nanami, peering at him through your lashes as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"kento-kun," you call again, voice softer but just as sweet now that you've reached him. "are you free right now?"

coughing slightly, shoko notices nanami glances at her out of the corner of his eye, not liking the mischief dancing in her gaze before turning to face you fully. he tries to put off the impression he's annoyed but his gaze remains softened when glancing down at you and the warmth in his gaze is more than obvious to his upperclassman.

"yes." he hums, hand moving to shove in his pocket. "what is it?"

shoko watches as you positively beam, clearly ecstatic at the fact that he was free, hands coming up to clasp in front of you. "would you like to go to this cafe with me?" you ask, head tilted, before reaching for your phone, flipping it open to show off a photo of said new cafe. "yu and i saw it yesterday on our way home from our mission and i think you'd really like it."

the mention of haibara has shoko smirking, clearly noticing the shift in nanami's posture at the mention of his other classmate. something changes in his gaze and shoko has to bite her lips from laughing out loud.

"did you..." and nanami hesitates, looking wildly uncomfortable as he glances at his feet. "did you and haibara go there together yesterday?"

oh, shoko thinks, this was just too good.

nanami? jealous? gojo was going to have a field day with this.

"oh," you blink, momentarily confused before shaking your head. "no. i wanted to go there with you first!"

although he tries to hide it, the pleasure of your words is clear on nanami's face as his entire body eases, no longer tensed as the edges of lips curl upwards just faintly.

shoko snorts.

"okay." he complies, as if the answer would ever be any different. "we can go."

you let out a squeal of excitement, and if it was anyone else, shoko is sure nanami would wince. instead, he watches on with a fond look in his eyes as you start rambling on about how excited you were and what treats you wanted to try all whilst nanami nods, actively listening while letting you lead the conversation.

you wave bye to shoko as you and nanami make your way off the schoolgrounds, and just as you and nanami turn out of view, she sees him shuffle towards you, arms brushing together. she grins when she sees you glance up at him, still beaming, wrapping your hands around his arm and leaning against him, and nanami lets you.

all without complaint.

without hesitation, shoko turns, eyes peeled for a certain white-haired, blind-fold wearing classmate that would love to hear about what she just witnessed.

gojo.

"y/l/n~!"

gojo grins as you turn from your spot at the table to face him, a smile curling on your lips as you wave at your senpai, beckoning him over.

"gojo-senpai," you greet as he reaches the table, "what brings you here?"

gojo smirks as he glances to your left where nanami sits, the two of you having been working on some homework together and registers the rather nasty glare his underclassman was sending him. nanami didn't like him at the best of times, it was true, but there seemed to be an extra edge to his glare that day as gojo took a seat across from you.

"oh, i saw my precious kohai's and i thought i'd come by to say hi," gojo explains with a shrug, playing it off as nonchalant. he feels nanami's gaze narrow at him, obviously expecting there to be more to the story than gojo is letting off.

which is true, of course, but gojo certainly wasn't going to admit to that.

"oh!" you beam, "well, kento-kun was just helping me with my homework." cheeks flushing, you shift in your spot, embarrassed. "i'm not very bright sometimes when it comes to the academic stuff."

"that's not true," nanami cuts in otherwise almost instantly and gojo smirks. "you just need extra time. there's nothing wrong with that."

your cheeks are practically burning at nanami's words, turning to look at your classmate with a doe-eyed expression.

gojo internally laughs. shoko was definitely right.

"hey, y/l/n," gojo calls, pulling your eyes on him as you blink, somewhat dazed, over at him. "i could you help with this stuff, ya know? i am after all your senpai!"

your eyes widen at his offer, obviously not having expected it. gojo was nice enough and he had never been anything but kind with you; maybe a little cocky and he liked to tease, but still nice. he'd never offered to help you with anything school wise though, whether that be training or just homework.

"gojo-senpai, i—"

"that won't be necessary," nanami cuts in, voice sharp. you blink at him in surprise at his sudden change in tone but gojo, having expected it, simply tries to hold back the laugh threatening to burst past his lips.

nanami then turns to you. "don't trust a word this idiot says," he explains to you, and any normal day gojo might be mildly insulted. today though? he's just amused. "he's basically failing everything."

not true, but—

"o-oh," you stammer, eyes flickering nervously between nanami and gojo.

"now, if you'll excuse us," nanami turns back to gojo, glaring at him, "y/n and i need to actually do some work. we can't all just mess around like you."

gojo's eyes flicker to the way you grab onto the sleeve of his shirt, tugging as you mumble worriedly at him, afraid he was actually hurting gojo's feelings. gojo just continues to grin, moving to stand back up as he brushes your concern off.

"no worries, y/l/n," gojo assures, sending you a thumbs up. "have fun, you two. and still, y/l/n, the offer stands."

gojo's running off before nanami can send a slur of insults at him again.

geto.

this was ridiculous, geto realized.

but gojo had begged him and wouldn't shut up until he agreed. so, here he was, standing in front of you, his fingers working to brush a strand of hair behind your ear as you blushed up at him, frazzled and confused, smiling softly down at you as he waited for nanami to make his way down the hall.

he was fully prepared to make gojo suffer for forcing him to do this and the thought that he should've continued to deny, despite how annoying his best friend was, crosses his mind. because now he was not only being forced to do something embarrassing, but to mess around with his underclassmen.

unlike his best friend, geto thought he was a decent role model for the first years. haibara seemed to like him well enough, constantly asking for him to help him train and nanami didn't seem to hate him as much as he hated gojo. and you? you were sweet, too nice for your own good and even geto had to admit, you were rather pretty.

so this? flirting with you when he truly meant nothing by it other than to make nanami jealous? felt incredibly wrong.

"ge-geto-senpai—"

"please, call me suguru," he smiles, internally cringing at himself.

yeah, he was definitely going to make gojo pay for this.

your cheeks burn brighter, "oh, well, i don't—"

"y/n?"

you startle at the sound of nanami's voice, back straightening as you quickly pull yourself out of geto's grasp. geto lets his hands fall by his sides with ease, taking a step back as you rush over to nanami, eyes wide with your hands held out before you desperately.

"kento-kun, what... what are you doing here?"

nanami's eyes flicker to geto, and to his credit, geto tries to offer a small smile in greeting, before he focuses back on you. "looking for you. we were supposed to study together, remember? you were the one who asked in first place."

"oh!" you blink, eyes widening. "yes, sorry, kento-ken. i... we can go now." you send a flustered look back at geto and nanami's eyes narrow, shuffling uncomfortably on the spot.

nanami looks like he wants to argue otherwise, sending a glare at geto that has him wincing (there goes his reputation with the first year). but your hand slipping into his is enough to satiate him, tugging him along with you.

"b-bye, geto-senpai!" you offer faintly to geto, waving at him over your shoulder before grinning brightly up at nanami.

well, it was clear gojo and shoko were right about the two of you but he definitely needed to have a conversation with his friends about not meddling in the first years personal lives.

geto, however, did let a smile curl on his lips when he noticed you'd been very specific about referring to him by his last name, despite his previous words. or the way you'd made sure nanami had heard you refer to him as such.

ah, young love.

haibara.

"are you and y/n dating?"

nanami nearly spits out the water he'd been drinking, feeling the burn of it as some of comes up his nose. he coughs, lowering the water bottle to the table as he tries to gather his bearings. blinking, nanami presses a hand to his chest, before turning to look at haibara with a look of disbelief.

"what?"

haibara, to his credit, looks genuinely confused.

"are you not?" he asks, head tilting. "i just assumed you guys were."

"what—why would you assume that?"

haibara doesn't fail to notice how red his friends cheeks have gotten.

"well, you're always helping her with homework and studying together," he starts off, raising his hand to list off just the few scenarious he's witnessed in the past week alone. "when i ask you for help, you tell me to figure it out myself. and! oh! you guys went to that cafe together the other day and when i asked to stop off somewhere, after a mission not to mention, you told me to go by myself so—"

nanami splutters for a response.

"not to mention," haibara adds, pressing a finger to his chin in thought. "gojo-senpai and shoko-senpai told me you were so—"

"they what?!"

haibara blinks, surprised and confused by nanami's outburst. "yeah? the other day." he hums, nodding. "i went to join you and y/n outside and they pulled me aside, telling me i should leave you two to your date alone... is that not what they meant?"

haibara tilts his head, only then noticing how nanami looks like he's practically about to combust on the spot.

"nanami...?"

pushing himself to a stand, nanami doesn't say anything before he promptly turns and leaves.

stunned and confused, haibara blinks.

"what did i say?"

nanami.

"i need to talk to you."

"oh, kento-kun! what's up?"

truthfully, nanami probably should've taken a moment to think through just exactly what he meant to say to you before all but barging into your room.

he'd been so frazzled and embarrassed that he hadn't really been thinking straight, his feet walking for him until he found himself outside your dorm room. he hadn't even knocked before opening it and oh god, the realization that you could've been... changing crosses his mind as nanami feels himself grow hot from embarrassment.

"kento-kun?" you call out, concerned, as you stand up from your bed. "are you okay?"

he blinks and suddenly you're in front of him. he hadn't even realized you'd been making your way over to him until that moment!

heart pounding, still breathless, nanami meets your gaze, letting his eyes wander across you. before he can stop himself, his eyes lower to your lips, almost involuntarily, and then, with a split second though, he's leaning forward and pressing his lips against your own.

you freeze at the action, body stilling and nanami panics, moving to pull away, but then a second later you're easing into his touch, returning to kiss as your hands move to grip the front of his school uniform. you tug him towards you, holding him in place and nanami practically melts at the spot.

a moment later you pull away, cheeks rosy and breathless, grinning up at nanami.

"i've been waiting for you to do that forever," you confess, breathless.

and nanami's never felt like more of a fool then he does in that moment for waiting so damn long.

yaga.

wordlessly, shoko and gojo stretch their hands out towards their teacher, grinning ear to ear, palms up. geto stands behind them, shaking his head.

"you two are ridiculous." yaga grumbles, "you meddled."

shoko just shrugs; "never said we couldn't meddle."

"besides," gojo snorts. "if anything we helped. who knows how long it would've taken nanami to say something. have you met the boy?"

yaga just rolls his eyes, reaching into his pocket for his wallet.

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tojjist · 2 months

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𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 ↳ r. sukuna

in which: the king of curses left you the moment you announce your pregnancy to him. but after nearly losing you... he might be having a change of heart contains: very slight objectification of reader, reader is a half-curse, mentions of injury and near-death experience, reader is pregnant, slight mention of pregnancy sex, sukuna is really ooc tbh A/N: yall really wanted soft sukuna lmao. i js wanted to write something more in my own style instead of the tumblr style. It's all over the place really, also obv trueform! sukuna. w.c : 1.6k

“Sukuna-sama?” Your voice comes out a breathy whisper, barely audible.

“Do– ugh,” The pink-haired curse sighs. “Don’t call me that. And don’t make me repeat myself.”

You haven’t known Sukuna to be tender. Actually, scratch that. You used to genuinely believe he mistook the adjective for an affront. He probably still does, despite the sheer softness of his actions. His mind is a marvel far beyond your, or anyone else's, comprehension. And if Sukuna hasn’t always been complicated, his sudden switch of behavior recently has rendered unriddling the complex being that he is even harder.

“What do I call you then?” There’s confusion in your tone; confusion fused with unadulterated innocence. His eyebrows crease further. He loved how naive and ingénue you are. Such a simple, sheepish thing. Easy to lead one, easy to use, easy to hurt. But as of late, he’d come to hate it.

He hates that he hates it. He shouldn’t care.

“I don’t fucking know,” he snaps back. It’s enough to bring you silence, the somber tone he uses coming with a sense of finality.

Rough callouses are surprisingly gentle against your flesh—callouses that slap, bruise, grope, but never caress. Despite that, he pulls your underwear up your thighs with utter care. If you didn’t know any better, you might even dare call his actions delicate.

“Does it hurt?” He reminisces. Curious digits stroke your lower abdomen and across the swell of your belly, where an ugly scar sits. It decorates your skin with a long, uneven line of dried blood cells.

“It’s not too bad,” You assure, daring to test your luck by bringing your own hand to his hair. It causes the king of curses to pause. His ember eyes continue to stare at your scar, unable to swat your hand away for some reason. The wooden floor beneath him feels too cold. Or he feels too hot. He’s unsure.

In the dimness of the room, there is no light but the flickering glow emitted from the fire, ensconced within a cage of brick—a fireplace, by name. Yet, the warmth that enfolds you does not excrete solely from the flames. It originates from within, a pulsating heat that comes with the beat of your heart as a large palm finds your shoulder, urging you forward with an urgency that seems to echo through the very fibers of your being.

“What about this one?”His intense glare persists, averting your demure gaze. Never before have you witnessed him in such a state, making you wonder whether this demeanor is a consequence of recent events.

“It’s fine, I promise,” Your whispered words cause his gaze to harden even further, his thumb tracing over another, deeper cut nestled in the valley between your breasts. This one could have been fatal. The realization sends a shiver down his spine, unsettling him to his core. Sukuna, the ancient and ruthless curse, has borne witness to countless horrors in his long existence, inflicted unspeakable cruelty upon countless souls, but none have shaken him to his core quite like seeing you teetering on the brink of death. The memory stirs within him an unfamiliar sense of disquiet, a realization that his desires may have consequences far more profound than he ever anticipated.

The brawny curse grunts in response, opting to continue examining the scar. He’s careful to not stretch it as your human flesh would hurt.

Sukuna’s agenda never included leaving a child within you. It never even crossed his mind. Such muses were not to be entertained, especially not with you.

You. Yeah, you who doesn't try to kill humans simply for the pleasure it brings. You who takes life so lightly, as if you have several souls to spare. You who accepts every word Sukuna says as an indisputable fact, every order executed before he has a chance to reconsider.

You, who has shared your bed with the strongest curse more times than he cares to count, always intrigued him—an enigmatic subject for his manipulations. You, who confided in him the startling revelation that your half-cursed body now nurtures a growing fetus.

At first, Sukuna swore he'd never visit you again, adamant in his belief that he wanted no involvement in your pregnancy, leaving you to navigate the situation alone. Despite his capability to end your life without hesitation, he chose to spare you. Sukuna granted you a reprieve under the condition that he never crosses paths with you or whatever child you carry. He told himself time and time again that you would be a rather boring kill, not worth the effort. But it wasn't about the difficulty of ending your life—it was an excuse. He'd never admit that he doesn't want your blood staining his hands

Sukuna swears he’s not soft, that he doesn’t care for you at all.But the notion of being the one who brings you to your end does not enthrall him in the least.

He doesn’t care for the inferior likes of you, he reminds himself. That’s absurd. It’s laughable. It’s offensive, even. He doesn’t ‘care’, It’s simply curiosity that keeps him around. Curious of what kind of child the one you carry would come out to be. To see if they’d be worthy of being called his kin or not.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Your voice is dulcet, a melody that cuts his train of thought smoothly. Unlike anything he’s ever heard before. There’s a pleading tone, a need so urgent it's almost painful. He finds pleasure in that. Your perpetual longing for him, your unwavering loyalty even after his defeat by sorcerers the first time around—you kept him close like a devoted guardian to a fallen hero, even when you knew is anything but a hero. It's a power unlike any other—staying but not out of fear, it's a choice. A strong belief.

Balancing on his knees between her parted legs, he reaches out, his fingers finding purchase on the edge of the bed. His grip tightens instinctively, fingers slipping beneath the hem of the sheet as he steadies himself. With a controlled effort, he pushes upward, leveraging the bed for support as he rises to his feet

“Why do you ask questions you know the answer to?” He muses, his towering frame looking down at you. The flickering flames of the fire, their orange hues swirling and weaving a macabre tapestry around his countenance, lend him an aura of terror that would instill fear in any who behold him. Yet, unlike others, you find his presence strangely comforting. Despite the aura of terror he exudes, you've grown accustomed to it, finding solace in his formidable presence now more than ever before.

Your only reaction is to chew on the inside of your cheek, careful to not bite the fiber too hard. There’s an ambivalent air to him, remaining motionless as he towers over you. It seems as if he’s looking for something. Anything. He wants a reason to stay, but he can’t seem to find one satisfying enough.

He owes you nothing. But when you look at him like that… He’s never been one to falter at your pleading face, but perhaps he’s changing little by little. He staunchly refuses to acknowledge this change still, for him to do so would be an admission of vulnerability, a humiliation he cannot bear, even to himself. How he yearns for the willpower to end you, to push you away so you never obstruct his way like this again.

The worst part of it all is his acute awareness of why he feels so strongly now. He knows that it’s all him, and not at all you. He can pinpoint the exact moment he regret leaving your side. The memory is seared into his very core.

He wishes he could forget, to erase the haunting image of you, wounded and bleeding, from his mind.

It was when he came back a few days after his departure, for reasons he can’t recall, only to be greeted by the sight of a malevolent curse looming over you, hungry and poised to make you its next meal. He shouldn’t have intervened. It's the natural order—a relentless cycle where only the strongest survive, preying upon the weaker. He knows he's no exception. Nor are you.

But seeing you sprawled out on the floor, barely intact, with his child inside of you.

He gulps at the memory, feeling an overwhelming urge to touch you once more, to make sure you’re not some figment of his imagination. To keep you from harm. You’re so stupid, so goddamn naive. He doesn’t know what to make of you. Other than a fucking headache.

“What is it? What do you want, brat?” He hopes to catch some semblance of his normal attitude. “Get it over with.”

“Please stay,” You plead, fingers gently gripping the open kimono he had thrown on once finished with you. “Please, Sukuna-sama.”

He sighs. You’re so obstinate.

Perhaps it's his lack of understanding that breeds hesitation within him, or perhaps it's his inherently fierce nature. A thing like you deserves to be treated with the utmost delicacy, cherished and nurtured. Sukuna, with his staunch commitment solely to his ideals, can never be the one assuming such a role for you.

“You’re doing things to me, you know?” Sukuna gets down, kneeling between your parted legs again, placing a warm palm in either side of your hips and seizing you within.

Maybe… staying with you tonight wasn’t such a ludicrous notion. He’s the king of curses; he has all the time in the world to fret the trivial details.

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littyhoney · 11 months

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Can we please have Earth 1610! Miles x reader where throughout their journey, the reader has been envious of Gwen because of Miles' feelings for her and he was completely oblivious about Y/N's feelings for him. Then comes the events and reveal of Earth 42! Miles, which he and Y/N were together but his Y/N ended up dying. As the story goes, both our Miles and Reader gets taken and when our Miles wakes up being tied against the punching bag, Y/N comes after him to save him but Earth 42! Miles is blinded with envy and was still in love with Y/N so he pins them on the ground in front of our Miles as he watched his other self trapped Y/N in his arms and praising their beauty. This makes Miles realize that seeing his other self worship Y/N makes his heart burn with Jealousy and realize that he has been in love with Y/N all along, not Gwen. Thank you so much!

Treasure to him.

(Earth 1610! Miles x F!Reader x Earth 42! Miles)

Warnings: Heavy angst, mention of gun, slight toxic, manipulation, very long story

Word count: 5.3K words (longest one fic i have ever write)

Ps: This is an apology piece from me for the delay of chapter five of Right person,Wrong time. I can't promise you guys when i would release it but i hope with this piece it would be something fun for yall to read. I appreciate every single reblogs and words of encouragement for me to write i love yall are so sweet. Enjoy spiders! <3<3

(In earth 1610, before the ATSV events)

You and Miles have known each other since he first step in the Vision Academy, you knew him by the tittle 'cop kid' since like half of the school witnessed Miles embarrassing moment of him and his dad. But you found out that the 'cop kid' is actually a sweet,charming yet awkward boy. You always wait with anticipation for him to walk in the class that you two had in the same time just so that you can see what’s new in his sketchbook, his graffiti sketches some of his portraits its so well drawn that you are mesmerized by it. You also hang out together either to study or you just want to sit together listening to music while you watch the master creating his masterpiece.

Day by day you just start to like his stupid corny jokes about science, his eyes that reminds you of the warm sun and that stupid sweet smile of his. It’s hard not to fall for him, whenever you hang out he would hold your hand to cross the road because he doesn’t want you to fall behind or trip. The little banter you both have when you both come up with a stupid question like “does pineapple belong on pizza”.

But it all changes when he met this ‘Gwanda’ girl or Gwen is her real name since you been in the same class as her after she got transferred here apparently. Ever since he met Gwen he has been weird, that’s when you know he is the new Spider-man of Brooklyn. How do you know? You walk into his room with Ganke one day to his dorm room to return his notes, you look up to see not only Miles on the ceiling but with Gwen and seems to be more spider people. Resulting to Ganke falling back pass out while you got web by one of them.

As the months pass by you and Miles grew closer, you been with him through thick and thin. He need notes? You lend him yours, need someone to dial cops on criminal or villain that he caught? Your phone is ready, need someone to let out some pent up frustration? You will listen to him and be there for him every time. You understand being a hero for the city and a student in such a prestige school in Brooklyn can be too much for him, not to mention he is a freaking teenager. You show him support and love to him hoping that he would notice you feelings for him, of course you did all of that not only because of love,but because you genuinely care for him. But the moment the two of you would just sit together and chatting away through the evening at the ‘Foam Part’ coffee shop, everything just feels right again.

Today is the day that you will admit your feeling for Miles,feet tapping nervously on wood tile with your drink have gone down half of the cup after you keep sipping on it. You been waiting for Miles for half an hour now,you have left him a few messages but he doesn’t respond to it. But he did promise to meet here today, but thanks to his delay you keep reciting the script in your head on how you going to confess to him. Maybe make it quick and straight to the point like “Hey miles look, I like you” or make it sentimental like “Miles,ever since I met you a year ago-�� your train of though got interrupted by a ring of a bell from the entrance of the coffee shop.

There standing by the door, slightly out of breath stand Miles Morales. He look around the coffee shop trying to see a familiar face, when his eyes land on you a smile is send to your direction. He make his ways to you before sitting down with a big sigh “Finally! Im done dealing with that guy” he muster up the best puppy face that he can at you “Im sorry that im late (Y/N), as a sorry I’ll buy your (favorite dessert) what do you say?” he tilt his head to the side leaning forward.

Oh how can you be mad at him after that very tempting deal so you roll your eyes and smile at him “Alright alright apology accepted,but this will be the last okay?”. He laugh and nodding his head “Aigh I’ll make sure next time I won’t be late, I be right back” he give you a wink before walking to the counter to order his drink and getting your dessert. You sit there smilling to yourself,the butterfly fluttering in your stomach.

Few minutes later Miles return with the set items “here ya go! Enjoy” he put the small plate in front of you and keeping his hot coco to himself. “You don’t have to you know,a sorry would suffice” you insist while picking up the spoon. Miles shake his head waving his hand “Nah nah I feel bad keeping you hangin man, that’s the least I could do for you”. You just let out a chuckle and nod,it’s free food so.

Like always, you are curious as to what he have been drawing this week so as you feed yourself a spoonful of sweetness “So,anything new you been cooking up?”. Miles put down his cup before nodding “Yeah yeah I have a few new pieces, here” he turn his body slightly reach for his bag pulling out his black sketchbook that is decorated by stickers “Here,check it out” he slide the book to you.

You open up the book skipping few pages back until you see a new art have been drawn by him “Whoa, these are neat Miles” you smile wide as you take in the details and bright colors of the pieces he drawn. “I wanna put up that one up on a wall,I’ll let you know when though” he says as he watches you going through his precious book. You chuckle “can’t wait Miles” you flip to another page, seeing the familiar spider people like that particular black and white spider, Miles told you his name is Spider Noir.

Your eyes trail to another piece in the page, your smile fell slightly. It’s a drawing of the familiar blonde girl, Gwen. You can’t lie that Gwen is a beautiful girl and very talented, the drawing capture her smile and her cool shaved hair that gives her more personality. The envy feeling return but you swallow it down “Wow someone is having a crush huh” you said teasingly at Miles lifting your head to look at him,with a soft but pain smile. “What do you mean?” Miles says furrowed his eyebrows. You turn the book held it up towards him lifting one of your eyebrow “Come onn don’t lie,it’s pretty obvious Miles”. Miles eyes widened “What?! no no nahh you got it wrong im not pfff that’s funny nah nah” he says as he cross his arms over his chest after waving his hand side to side.

You roll your eyes snapping the book shut putting it down on the table “Please you been talking and drawing the same spider people these past months, and you been drawing Gwen a lot too” you give him a pointed look. Miles sigh and put his arms on the table “Look (N/N) whatever it is you’re thinking it’s not that I like her its just that I…I miss her,I miss them” he gesture his hand to the book “It’s, kind of lonely being the only spider-man you know”.

You purse your lips before sigh lightly “I hope one day you can meet them again Miles” you reach for his hand,holding it both in yours. “You’re not alone here Miles, you have Ganke…you have me”

Miles look into your eyes,he is stunned. For as long as they have been friends, Miles does have a tiny crush on her. Miles just like the sound of her laughter or when she scrunched her face at his corny joke makes him forget his problem for a while. He feel comfortable with her,he feel free to be himself with or without the mask. He knows that she’ll be there whenever he needed her help, he also put an extra work to his drawings because he wanted to show you only the best pieces of art from him. But when he met Gwen and to know that she is also a spider,it feels different to him. He know how much Gwen understands him, he doesn’t feel different of being the odd one. He is confuse, over his own feelings.

“Look Miles I been wanting to tell you something” your voice snap him out of his thoughts. “W-what is it (N/N)?” Miles look at you with anticipation.

You on the other hand is having a battle with yourself in your head going back and forth with ‘tell him you feel better’ or ‘Don’t tell him and pretend’. You squeeze his hand in your palm slightly, building up the courage. ‘this is it,if he won’t return my feelings at least I get it off my chest’ you blew out an air and open your mouth “Miles, I…” the word is stuck in your throat. ‘Just say it,say it!’ you mentally scolding yourself.

Just as you open your mouth a loud crash and a panic yelling come from outsdie of the cafe, you and Miles turn to look at scene to see few robbers went inside a car while the owner is screaming for help. ‘Wow…the universe hates me huh’ you look back at Miles to see him already looking at you with a clear ‘I gotta go sorry’ in his eyes. You just tilt your head to it with an understanding smile “Go get em spidey”. Miles smiles at you, and starts to stand up but be he stops “Wait,what is it that you want to tell me?”. You shake your head “No no it’s nothing important really,just school stuff”. But Miles know better and reassure you “Look i know its important, so tell me later okay?” he says as he start to walk backward to the door “Got it?”. You nod your head “got it now go!” watching him runs out of the cafe.

Well there goes your moment to confess, you sight as you take out your phone calling your best friend.

(In earth-42 before the ATSV event)

You climb up the fire escape to Miles hideout,where he and uncle Aaron would do their plans and fixing on his Prowler suit. You know this when the day his father died he sworn to keep the neighborhood safer,not only for his mom but for you too. He try his very best not to let two of his most beloved people in his life have the same fate as his dad.

You being a lovely partner support him and his ambition, you help him provide some of the material he needed. When he got hurt or beaten up, you would be there tending him on the couch, When some day comes the day where he is drown by guilt of not saving or do anything to save his dad, you will be there either holding him or be on the phone with a gentle voice to remind him that “It’s not your fault love”. You are his anchor that keep him grounded in the sea of his big responsibilities. He have to be the man of the house, helping his mom, be a student and survive in this dangerous city.

But the two of you are such a great couple, Miles would walk you to and back from school. Always walk together hand in hand through the school hallway, keeping you protected from anyone try to do anything. Secret kisses and sweet words exchange with a whisper, only a blind person could not see how in love these two couple are. The love and tenderness in his eyes whenever he look at you as you busy telling him about your day. One time the two of you spend the whole night dancing to uncle Aaron’s boombox that he borrowed, it ended with his arms around your waist while your arms around his neck gaze into one another swaying to the music.

That moment will always stuck with you, as you reach the window to his hideout. You heard music blast coming from inside, you pull the window up and crawl in making your way to your man. Miles seem busy with his claw sitting on the stool, so you gently wrap your arm around his waist from behind giving him a soft kiss on his neck “Hey love”. He hum lifting his head from hunching over the claw turning his head to give a kiss on your temple “Hey princesa” you smile at the nickname.

“You been so busy lately love, we spend little to no time together this week but on call for hours” you push yourself away from him leaning on the table beside him. Miles continue to temper with his claw “lo siento, princesa. Promise after I finish with this I’m yours for the night” he glance at you. You look over to the other side of the table to see his black sketchbook, you reach and open it to see few of his old drawings he made. He have less and less time to draw his heart out these past weeks, you keep turning the pages when you see a beautiful drawing of you. You graze your finger over it to see the details and pop out colors. Your hear swell to see he have been drawing you on the few pages back, he drawn you when you’re in class and when you were practicing volleyball he capture your smile every single one of it.

“Aigh im done now, you good mi amada?” Miles call out to you as he grabbing his signature green and purple jacket, he turn his head to see you looking at his sketchbook eyeing on the particular piece that he draw few days back. He knows you love it when he draws you, he wrap one of his arm around your waist leaning his head on yours “Mi amada come on, you can check em out later”. You put the book down chuckling “Okay okay Mr Morales im goingg” you broke out a grin as he drag you by the waist to the same window you came in.

You spend the night getting tacos and chatting together in the cafe you love to hang out at, Miles insist of paying the drinks and your favorite dessert as you two stand patiently at the line to order. Miles held you close to him both are oblivious as what will happen to them soon. A figure dress in all black with hoodie up and mask covering half of his face, he walks up to the cashier.

“Uhm sir you need to be in line to order please” the little waitress says a bit skeptical at the man. “I’m not here for that, the register. open it” the guys says making the waitress even more confuse “E-excuse me sir?”. The guy sudden reach for his back pulling out a gun pointing straight at her “I said open the register now!”

His voice caught the attention not only to the two of you but the few teens in the cafe, once it clicked in their head what is happening some reach for the phone to dial the police but the robber turn around keeping the gun up “If any of you even think of putting your phone up I’ll fucking shoot you!”

Miles already pulling you behind him, his mind is racking for any plans so that this situation won’t get out of hand. You on the other hand holding on to your phone already dialing the 911 but you let the operator listens to the whole commotion, You hand grips tightly on Miles arm, heart beats so fast that you can hear it in your ears. “Miles, what should we do?” you whisper to him. “It’s okay, I’ll handle this okay?” you held on to him with a frown, you know he can handle a simple robbery with his Prowler suit but right now he doesn't have anything to defend himself. “don’t be ridiculous you don’t have your suit” you hiss out through your teeth furrowing your brows at him.

Miles turn his head to his face hold a serious expression,his tone is stern “Just stay out of it, let the police know what happen okay?” before you could protest Miles already make his way to the robber grabbing on to his shoulder turning him around grabbing his arm twisting it. The robber yelp at the sudden attack from Miles, the pain from his twisted arm making him let go of the gun, the weapon fall to the floor as the two struggle accidentally kicking the gun to your direction. You look at the gun and look at the two, you quickly reach down to the gun holding on to it so that the robber won’t take it.

The robber look at the gun and then up to you, the look on that guy’s face strike fear in you, you hand starts to tremble holding the gun. The robber punch Miles straight to his face,this time without his mask the pain makes Miles stumble to the side making the robber charge towards his terrified partner. “Give that to me bitch!” He grab on to your arm so hard that it is starting to hurt, but you determine to keep holding on to the gun.

Miles shake his head to relieve the pain slightly to see his partner and the robber are fighting over the gun, in panic he rush over to them “(Y/N)!”. Suddenly everything turns slow mo, the robber tug the gun hard from your grasp turning it towards you and

BAM!! BAM!

Two shots have been released, a searing pain runs through your abdomen and chest. The blows making you stumble back on your feet a few time before your knees buckle underneath you, you body slammed on the floor. The sounds of people screams muffle and your vision starts to get blur.

Miles look at the scene eyes wide, ‘no,no this can’t be happening’. He rushes to your side in his head screaming ‘Please no, god no no not her too’ his hand hover over the gunshot before he softly says to you “Okay okay I'm going to turn you around baby” trying to reassure you and to himself. He carefully lift one of your side to look at the gunshot to see if it went all the way through, it does. You are bleeding out a lot, loosing blood by the second. He look back to your face to see you are crying and gasping, he hold your face with both of his face, he try his best to hold on to his tears as he choke out the words “Baby listen to me you’re gonna be alright, just hold on for a little longer baby please”.

The robber realized what he had done run out of the cafe, but Miles paid no mind as he is grasping on to you. You feel yourself is slowly slipping away, your eyes locked on to the beautiful brown eyes of your boyfriend. Struggle to breath you choke out the words “I-im scared Miles”. He held on to your hand bringing it to his cheek “Im here baby I’m here” he says as a tear runs down his cheek dripping on to your cold cheek. You know it be the last time you will ever see his honey brown eyes, with a last energy you mustered “M-Miles I-”

Then silent…to Miles everything around him is muffled, he is staring into your eyes as you pass to the other side. Your warm hand is now cold In his, he already misses your voice. He hold your limp body to his chest sobbing as he chant

“I’m sorry”

(Back to earth 1610 Miles and Reader)

For some reason everything went wrong so fast in one day, you and Miles barely survive the spider arm. One after another happened in a such pace you could barely catch up but now Miles have successfully got both of you home,or not. You are waiting patiently on the rooftop of his apartment to help him with the Spot but your eyes widened at the big graffiti on the wall of the other building, when did Mr Morales died? You remember that Miguel says his death will be in two days. The sinking feeling in your stomach is making you panic, you pieces together that you are in a wrong home, in a wrong dimension. The once lively and beautiful city turn into this dark and grimy city,the street that are always filled with people is now silence, you're in a completely different place. You run your fingers through your hair in frustration “Oh shit shit” then you walk towards the door leading to the staircase ‘I have to get Miles!’ as your hand was about to reach the door a voice came from behind the door.

Your eyes widened quickly pressing yourself to the wall blending into the shadow to see who walk out of the door, there walk out uncle Aaron and Miles. Miles on the other hand is scare and worry about you, he left you here for while and promise to come back but after he figure out he is in a different dimension he wanted to run out of his house to get to you but instead he stumble to his supposed dead uncle. “Look uncle Aaron, I gotta uh go” he try to get out of the situation “I gotta go find” his words trail as his eyes land on the same graffiti, his dad is dead in this dimension. Before he could do anything a figure jump from the other rooftop and sucker punch Miles making him pass out straight to the floor.

You cover your mouth as you witness everything play out in front of you, not believing this is really happening. For another dimension you would have thought that uncle Aaron will be the same as your dimension uncle Aaron but no, this guy is something else. You have to save Miles and go home ASAP, you watch as Aaron slung the limp body of Miles over his shoulder turning to the other figure seems to have an exchange of conversation before the figure leap away from the rooftop to another. Aaron on the other hand walk to the fire escape stairs making his way down to the dark alleyway.

You have no other choice, you have to save Miles. You have no one else to call for help. You’re on your own, so you follow behind a few feet away from Aaron. The quiet and empty street is dark enough for you to trail without raising any of his attention, heck the street is dark enough for people in their home not to question the limp body he is currently carrying.

After a few minutes you are in a familiar window of uncle Aaron’s house, you peek inside through the window from the fire escape stair that you once went with Miles to sneak out to visit his uncle. You wait patiently as Aaron have tied Miles to the punching bag with chains and wires, Aaron answers his phone call it seems to be urgent. ‘please go out please go out’ you chant in your head and your prayer is answered as Aaron walk out of the room after he shut his phone, huh that was easy.

You push the window up and goes in as quietly as you can, your eyes glance around the dark room, completely oblivious to a pair of eyes are watching your every move from the beginning. He hope the person that his other self is looking for will be you and you walk right in to him. He got a second chance to see you again,and he intended to keep you here all to himself.

As you walk right under him, the figure dangle himself down with one of his hand try not to make any sudden noise to startle you. Before you could reach to his counterpart, he reach his hand to your shoulder gently hold on to it. You startle by the sudden contact make you turn around to see a purple neon mask staring at you, you gasp out in surprise stumble back on your feet “W-wait!” you are scare of him. You used to love his mask, you thought it look ‘cool’.

Miles quickly hold on to both of your forearm pulling you gently to him, he unmask himself so that you can hear his voice. His voice is gentle “Shh shh calm down mi amada its me” he hold firmly at your forearms taking a few step closer to you. You are scare at this guy, the darkness of the room is making it hard for you to see his face but why is he talking to you like he known you before? And the voice sound so familiar. “W-who are you?”

Miles steps forward to you making you take every each step back until you are pin against the table and finally the light shine on to the person in front of you, that same honey eyes staring back at you. “M-Miles?” you stare at him eyes wide, this Miles looks different he have eye bags, slightly sunken cheek and his hair is shave and braided.

He look at you with a sad smile, you were too stun to do anything as he hold your cheek so gently “Hey mi amada, what happened to you?” his thumb grazing over a little scratch on your cheek cause by Miguel. “W-what did you just called me” you ask but this Miles pay no mind to your question “It’s alright I’m here now I won’t let anything happen to you,not this time”. Your mind is racing, why is he calling you my beloved? Why does he seem to miss you? Your other half is also here…well was here. Your eyes held sympathy at him now “Were you close?”

Miles saddened at your words “What are you saying mi vida, we are close” you shake your head at him taking his hand that is holding your cheek moving it away from your cheek “No no im not her Miles please” he grasp your hand pinning them to the table “We belong together mi amor, you belong to me” he lean closer to you, now chest to chest. You tremble slightly fear of this Miles behavior.

(1610 Miles POV)

Miles open his eyes, his head rings as he try to focus on his vision but as he open his eyes to see you are pinned down by somebody. Miles see your eyes make contact with his, your eyes are begging for him to help. But he can’t do anything but to dangle helplessly. The person pinning her to the table hold her chin turning her chin“Ah ah attention to me mi vida” Miles are even more confuse as to why this stranger is calling you endearing name that only use if you have an intimate relationship. “Please…you have to let me go, I-im not who you think I am” she whimper as you try to move away from the person but he shushed her “Shh mi princesa”

Miles heart burned slightly to see this person calling you different endearing names, its like he is talking to his lover and the tender touches is like he holding a treasure. Miles have been the few person that you trust and comfortable enough for physical touch, the warm hugs you share and the hand holding as you walk together. To see this complete stranger to just touch you it triggers his protectivenes and his, hidden feelings for you. “Hey! Let go of her man!”

(Back to third POV)

Miles lean back slightly a lopside smile tug on his lips before he lick his teeth “So, he’s awake” he still keep you pin to the table. “What so special about him hm? Tell me mi princesa” he reaches over to the side for one of his claw. “Base on the first name term you been calling him, you’re not even together,you’re not special to him” he hold his gaze onto you, hoping for you to understand his side and stay. Your heart squeeze painfully at his words, you two are nothing more than a friend.

“But to me, you’re my treasure, mi amor” his eyes is pleading at you, “He have all this fancy power but he can’t even get you home safe, mi princessa don’t you see? You’re here for a reason, to be here by my side together again”

Miles shake his head ‘no no no that’s not true (N/N) don’t listen to him’, he does care for her, he always have, you are special to him. You have been with him from the beginning, when you stand up to him to Miguel his heart swell to see you will always be by his side even when the others are againts him. He doesn’t want to lose you. “No don’t listen to him (Y/N)” Miles voice seems to annoy this other Miles.

“You’re so beautiful..I have miss your alluring voice talking to me, your soft touches” he put on his claw. “Why would you want to be with someone like him” his voice is lace with venom, he hate his other self to not cherish you like he would.

“Who are you..what do you want from her” Miles eyes glare at the back of this guy skull, he heard him chuckle “I’m” he pause before turn his head “I'm Miles Morales. But you,you can call me the Prowler” the other Miles says as he glare at the dangling spider.

Miles eyes widened to see himself with full on Prowler gear and a braided hair,he look much more mature here. Miles put the pieces of puzzle together in his head,In this dimension he too have his version of (Y/N), after hearing the names he have been calling it seems his other self is truly in love with not only earth 42 version of (Y/N) but from 1610 dimension too. “Look man…I know you have history with her but you can’t keep her here…you have to let us go”

The Prowler Miles walk up to near him “And let YOU keep her?” he raises his claws powering it up curling his claws into a fist “why would I do that” he put the fist beside his head.

You watch the two Miles, one is glaring to the other while the other is looking at the other with an eyes burning with determination. Determined to get you out of here…but the question is

Who will you choose?

(the end)

#miles morales x reader #miles morales fanfiction #miles morales x y/n #prowler miles #miles morales #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderverse x reader

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hijackalx · 5 months

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PRICE OF WIT +18

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SUMMARY: Astarion can be so mean sometimes, but he swears he can make it up to you.

WORD COUNT: 1788

UNDER THE CUT: F!Reader, dom!astarion, VERY sub reader, make-up sex (kinda?), YALL ARE TOXIC AF TOGETHER, mean!astarion, possessive!astarion, praise, choking, biting, sadism and masochism, small mention of gale being a pervert lol

A/N: reworked this to be in second person, and also edited it since the AO3 version did not get that kind of love 💀 some lines/paragraphs have been changed. also this was originally written with act I/act II astarion in mind but i guess it works for ascended astarion too.

"NO! LET ME GO!"

Intelligent with a silver tongue to boot, Astarion can work his way through and into almost any circumstances he desires.

"I HATE YOU!"

A quick way out of a sticky situation? Got it. A smooth approach into a pleasurable one? No doubt. The world is his for the taking.

"I HATE YOU!"

Except for when it's not.

Sometimes his mouth moves faster than his brain. He occasionally says something a little too harsh, a little too cold— ice cold, and it doesn't matter how much or how little he means it, it still hurts.

Wit has a price, it seems.

You claw and shriek in his grasp. You didn't get far before he managed to wrap his arms around you and stop you from disappearing to who knows where. He winces as your fingernails dig into the skin of his forearms. He succeeds in grabbing your wrists and folding them against your body, trapping you against his chest.

"You're acting like a child!" He shouts through an exhausted growl as you continue to resist his hold.

He knows what he said was wrong— it was a snarky slip of the tongue. But you stormed off before he could apologize, so who's really the problem here?

The fire glows and crackles in the crisp night air, accompanied by Gale and Karlach, whose meals have been so rudely interrupted by your shrill screams. Although, they watch the tussle unfazed. This wouldn't be the first time you and him have had a peace-disrupting argument.

"They're the most immature people I've ever met," Karlach takes a bite of her turkey leg, her tone more irritated than anything. "No good for each other, those two."

Gale watches how you kick up dust and dirt just outside of Astarion's tent. He'd only heard pieces of what led to this as you spoke behind the fabric; some kind of complaint by Astarion that has clearly been taken to heart. Sighing, he meets Karlach's eyes, their shared gaze molding into apprehensive weariness.

"Well," he mutters into a lamb chop, "looks like we're in for another sleepless night."

"I love you, I love you, I love you—" your softly whimpered phrase is the only sound to be heard after the camp has settled in their bedrolls for the night.

All Astarion had to do was guide you back into his tent and successfully lay you down. After that, you were more willing to hear him out.

Your bodies are bathed in the gentle lantern light, your back pressed firmly to his bedding and your legs wrapped around his waist. He intertwines your fingers as he steadies your hands above your head. Soft, white locks tickle your cheek as he nuzzles into your neck, his teeth teasing at the skin every so often.

His pace is rhythmical but rough, his hips flush between your legs as he aims for your cervix— his favorite spot. He loves the way you writhe and try to push him away while pleading for more. The way your heels press into his back, how your voice breaks while you call out for him.

"I've got you, sweetheart," his exhales are hot against your skin.

His hand slips down to pinch your side after hearing you stifle a moan, a quick but effective reprimand. You squeak at how he cruelly twists the flesh, your abdomen tensing.

"Don't hold back," he scolds, and you catch how his brows lower in the corner of your eye. Your modesty has offended him.

You screw your eyes shut, mustering up the ability to speak clearly. "T-they'll hear," you blurt out. It's only fair to be considerate to your fellow party members— or at least try to.

Your response makes him laugh, and this time you're the one scrunching your brows. You don't understand what's so amusing until he says, "You wouldn't want to deprive Gale of his own pleasures, would you?"

You go entirely rigid, your face dropping slightly at how sure he sounds.

Questionably, he sits up to examine you, immediately noticing your change in expression. "What?" He asks. "Don't tell me you didn't know?"

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed a deep red, you stare up at him speechlessly. What he's implying is that... gale has been... touching himself while you and him are together?

How perverse.

He coos, squeezing your cheek and giving it a shake. "You're so cute." His condescending tone doesn't make you want to smack him in the face, strangely enough. In fact, you think you might like it judging by the way your stomach turns.

You take a moment to recover from the thought of your private acts not being so private. Noticing this, he balances his hands on the ground beside you, then pulls out before fully sheathing himself again with a fast, hard thrust. Your body jolts like it's been injured, and you can't hold back your yelp. His features are nothing short of devilish upon hearing the sound.

Sometimes he likes to be mean— but sometimes you like to let him.

"I quite like... the idea... actually," he says through breaths while he fucks you, his half-lidded gaze watching how your tits bounce. Leaning down, he begins to leave a trail of bite marks over your chest, each one he soothes with a gentle kiss as if to say 'sorry'. "Imagining Gale all alone—" another bite, another kiss. "—Wishing he were half as lucky as me."

He groans as your hands twitch and grip at his hair. Your back arches off the ground, and he runs a slightly calloused palm over the newly exposed area, tracing the curve of your body.

"Astarion," you say so weakly, so needy. He can't help letting a moan slip at how his name sounds coming from your mouth.

You're close, he can feel it. It's the way you tremble, the way you can't get close enough to him— wanting him deeper, harder, more, more— You're a greedy little thing, but he adores it. He adores you. How couldn't he give you anything and everything you want?

He sits up, his lustful stare heavy and thick as he peers down his nose at you.

You lift your chin as his hand wraps around your neck, allowing him all the access he wants. He begins to squeeze, your smaller fingers prying at his grip.

"You're mine," he watches intently as you squirm under his unwavering stare, his face still and emotionless. "Say it to me."

"I'm yours," you say readily, feeling your heart skip a beat when the corners of his mouth almost split into a proud grin.

"Tell me you won't try to run away again." His hold tightens.

"I-I won't. I won't leave you," you choke out. That's what you told him last time and the time before that. Just as your head begins to feel light and your eyelids heavy, your body buzzes and jerks with an orgasm.

He releases you so he can watch your full reaction; how you writhe and reach for him, how the hands scraping at his chest plead to close the distance between your bodies.

Tears slip down the corners of your eyes— maybe from pleasure, maybe not. He could hold you, but something inside tells him no. It's almost as if to serve as punishment for trying to run off.

Believe him, he doesn't want to punish his baby. But sometimes it's necessary.

Once your high dies down and you're left a heaving, exhausted mess, he grabs one of your limp hands and leaves a kiss on each fingertip. "Ooh," his thumb rubs your palm. "That was a good one."

You know very well that you're not finished. Luckily, he's kind enough to get you off first, even when he's upset with you. He's considerate where it counts, of course.

Or maybe he loves how much he can undo you with a second orgasm.

He caresses your face while you catch your breath. You lean into his touch, almost petting yourself. His undead palm is cold yet gentle, and you somehow find comfort in it. Your eyelids flutter closed.

"You're doing so good for me," he praises softly, his tone no louder than a murmur. "You can go a bit longer, can't you?"

He speaks tenderly and sweet, making your pulse beat even faster. "For me, darling?" He asks as if it's even a question— as if he doesn't know the answer.

Your body aches, worn and tired, yet you nod with eagerness. Anything, you think in your euphoric, fucked-out daze, anything for you.

There are times when you can't stand him, when he's the worst person in the world— but those only emphasize the times when he's the only person in the world; times when he makes you feel warm and loved, and so, so good.

Like when he nears his own orgasm and wraps his arms around you so tight, so close. He holds you like you're the dearest thing he's ever had, your skin pressed together like you're afraid to part.

And he fucks you so good you'll forget the nasty things he says and does, if only until the next time. For now, the way his breaths shake and his muscles contract in yearning— in need, is distracting enough.

"Fuck—" a word you'll rarely, if ever, hear him say. Too vulgar for his tastes, except for when he loses his ability to keep his composure. "Fuck," he hisses again as he thrusts into you, almost hard enough to lift your hips from the ground.

Before you know it, his teeth are sinking deep into the flesh of your neck. You gasp loudly, tangling your fingers in his curls. He stifles his moans by lapping up the crimson leaking from your puncture wounds, finishing inside you simultaneously.

Between the sounds of him reaching his climax and the bite, it's enough to push you over the edge a second time. Extra sensitive, your body reacts more violently than before. Your nails claw and tear at his back, leaving scratches through the maze of scars. The newly raised lines disfigure the old, tiny pools of blood rising to the top— a gentle reminder of your presence compared to his preferred methods.

"That's it, there you go," he pulls away breathlessly, making sure to use slow, flat sweeps of his tongue to clean up the mess he's made. The smeared red on your neck is licked away into a mere stain.

Your bodies finally ease into stillness. Exhausted, he rests his weight on top of you. His face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, eyes shut as you hold him.

Your lips press softly to his shoulder, your head lying against his. The heavy exhales between you alternate, your chests rising and falling deeply until they progress into something more controlled.

Though out of each other's lines of sight, you share the same troubled expression, your brows furrowed and lips pulled into frowns.

There's a long, silent moment of recuperation before he mutters into your ear,

“I love you."

#astarion #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion angst #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #ascended astarion #oneshot

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highvern · 7 months

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Teach Me II

or private tutoring

Pairing: Lee Dokyeom (Seokmin) x fem!reader

Genre: smut, humor, college au, frat!svt

Warnings: inexperience!dk, experienced!reader, mentions of previous drug use (weed) , oral (m. & f. receiving), cum swallowing, spitting, fingering, making out, strength kink bc he's hot, minor overstim at the end but he's just enthusiastic, fwb, this chapter is pure smut, spreading my DK is a munch agenda

Length: ~3.5k

Note: literally a doozy to write but its done, I have part 3-5 outlined so hopefully they go quicker, lemme know what yall think!

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Tuesday Night Approx. 10:02 PM, DK’s bedroom

Dokyeom has come to the conclusion he’s hallucinating. The hot wet suckle of your mouth against the head of his cock, one hand jerking him in time with the motions of your head while the other gently cups his balls is just too good to be true. The view he’s witnessing is even more proof he’s gone certifiably insane.

You’re knelt between his spread legs at the edge of the bed, shoulders framed by his knees. At some point Dokyeom fell back on his elbows, granting you as much room as possible to do whatever you want as he stares down his body at you. The rhythmic bobbing of your head hypnotizes him, forcing him to fight demons against the urge to wrap a hand in your hair so he has a better view of your mouth working his cock. He thanks himself for having the foresight to at least ask you to take your top off this time, allowing him the pleasure to view the long muscles along your spine flexing, only obstructed by the band of your bra.

You’re the goddess of his dick and Dokyeom is an avid worshiper.

The first and only time he received head involved too much weed (both of them), teeth (hers), and tears (his) for him to enjoy any of it. It had been so unpleasurable he had avoided doing anything since in fear of repeating the experience.

You, however, make him regret not finding you on campus sooner. The genuine enthusiasm and enjoyment that radiates off you as you play with him has an orgasm tumbling towards him faster than he wants. When Dokyeom tries to inform you, hoping you’ll find a way to help him hold off, gasping your name and a broken “I’m gonna;” you respond with a delighted hum and work him harder.

“Holy shiii—,” he whines as you give a particularly harsh suck as he slides further in your mouth, tip nudging the back of your throat softly. A moan of your own shooting pleasurable snaps down his wrecked nerves.

He’s done for when your eyes peek open and find his.

Every muscle in his body clenches, his hips bucking up into your mouth despite his effort to remain grounded. Ears filled with the sound of his blood rushing, eyes squeezed tight. He knows he’s blabbering whatever praises have sat on the tip of his tongue since you started between deep desperate groans, but Dokyeom can’t hear a single thing. All he can focus on is how his cum shoots into your waiting mouth as you continue pumping him till his balls are empty.

You swallow his load with ease, popping off his dick to allow your tongue to dart and catch the dribble at the corner of your lips. If that’s how good it's gonna be everytime, Dokyeom is afraid he might fall in love with you from a simple blowjob.

“Good?” You ask with a cheeriness that seems a little out of place given that you’ve sucked his soul out.

Dokyeom’s brain function borders non-existent so he just grunts an affirmation from where he’s crashed on the sheets of his bed, tossing an arm over his eyes as he comes back to earth.

Your giggling has him cracking open his eyes lazily to find you resting your chin on his muscular thigh, smile wide, dangerously close to his softened cock.

“Are you the dick whisperer or?”

More giggles answer him. You think it's cute how clearly spent he is, not bothering to hide how you affect him, no bullshit bravado some other guys try to pull.

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” You coo.

“Well that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had.”

“My only competition is a girl from two years ago, but I’ll take it.”

You hop up next to him on the bed, lying parallel to his body as a comfortable silence settles between you. His eyes follow the steady rise and fall of your chest, gaze locked on how your boobs push against the thin fabric of your bra. Dokyeom just makes out the edges on what must be your stiff nipples poking through the cup. It makes him salivate.

“Can I try?”

“Try what?” You ask, turning your head to look at his face.

Dokyeom rolls over, propping himself up on an elbow to loom over you. His nose traces your jaw, unable to keep his hand from moving across the plane of your belly, thumb burning against bare skin as it dips below the elastic waistband of your leggings.

“Wanna eat you out.”

The gentle kiss he places under your ear is answered with stuttering breath and a subtle nod.

“Should I,” he swallows thickly. “How should I start?”

“Kissing is good.”

His lips leave a trail of gentle pecks across your cheek to your mouth. When your mouths meet, twin sighs leave your noses. You weren’t lying to him when you told him he was a good kisser.

The hand that was tracing the hollow of your hip moves up to your jaw, caressing your cheek and allowing Dokyeom to move your head where he wants it. He tilts your chin up, dragging the tip of his tongue against your plush lower lip. Your mouth opens slightly, allowing wet muscles to meet tentatively.

The vibration of your moan against his lips has his head dipping away.

“Good?”

You mutter a breathless “yes” into his mouth, missing his touch immediately. Your hands plant on the sides of his face, dragging him back in.

You both continue lazily, content in the way your lips meet and hands memorize the other's features. But Dokyeom longs to learn the ins and outs of your body, hoping he can make you feel at least a fraction of the pleasure you've gifted him twice now.

When he tries to disconnect your lips this time, you chase him. Pulling him back in with a maddening drag of teeth, followed by the dull sting of your nails against his shoulder. Your free hand moves his from your jaw down to your chest, giving him an encouraging squeeze to start playing with you.

Hesitating, his large palm gently fondles your breast, thumbing the edge of the lacy fabric hiding you from view. He isn’t doing much other than letting the weight of it settle in his hand. When you break away your gaze to watch his reaction, Dokyeom’s face is set in determination.

“You can do more.”

At your permission he gives a gentle squeeze, it’s sweet but not what you need.

“Like this.”

Gently brushing him away, you flip the cup of your bra down to expose yourself to the chill of the air. Dokyeom eyes follow with rapt attention, hypnotized by the swell of your chest and the contrasting skin. He stares as you grab his hand again, moving it back to cup your breast. From the gaps between his fingers, ribbons of your flesh are still visible. When the calloused side of his thumb rolls across your nipple this time, you shudder.

“If you want,” you gasp, “you can use your mouth.”

That was all he needed to dive for your chest. Immediately opening his mouth to cover your areola, sucking with too much enthusiasm.

“Wait!” You wince, shoulders caving inward at the zap of discomfort.

Dokyeom jumps back like he’s burnt, terrified expression blooming on his features.

“It’s okay! But you need to build up to it, ya know?”

“Like how?”

“Kiss my neck, keep using your hands. But make me want it first and it’ll feel a lot better.”

“Make you…want it? But can’t I just give it to you?”

“Think of it like…” you rack your brain, but when the flex of his biceps catch your eye you continue. “when you workout! You need to warm up first or you’ll get hurt, right?”

“Yeah?” he questions, still unsure.

“So you gotta warm me up first. Just start gently and then… you can get a little rougher.”

“Okay, okay.” He mutters to himself. “Gentle then rough, make you want it. Got it.”

He moves his face back to your chest, rubbing his lips across the smooth skin at the hollow of your throat. Letting his tongue dip out, Dokyeom etches a scorching path along the dips and curves of your chest. He tentatively covers your bare breast with his hand again, squeezing gently while his thumb catches your sensitive nub.

“Much better,” you sigh dreamily, entranced by the featherlight touches he’s teasing along your skin.

“Can I take your bra off?”

His question is barely intelligible since he mutters it into your skin, around his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

Without a word, you arch up and move your hands behind your back. One day he’ll insist you teach him to take it off himself but right now he zeros in on the way you’re pushing into his mouth as the fabric falls limp around your chest, exposing more soft skin for him to explore. You shuck the offending garment off your body, and toss it over the side of his bed.

Completely bare from the waist up under him, Dokyeom props himself up to catalog the masterpiece that is you. Hair spread across his sheets beneath you, a few rogue tendrils twist below your chin and tickle your neck. Eyes hooded lowly, pupils blown wide. There's a faint blush spreading across your cheeks and down your front, making your skin glow mesmerizingly; and your lips, bruised and swollen, are parted around your shallow pants.

Yeah, he can definitely get used to seeing you like this.

“What?”

“You’re just… wow.”

“Wow?”

“You’re half naked in my bed after destroying my dick, please be nice to me.”

You respond with a shy smile as you drag him back in. He leaves more kisses across your face and down your chin before getting back to work.

Experimenting, Dokyeom finds your tit. His teeth graze against the puckered bud sucked into his mouth, nipping it gently before laving his tongue across the sore flesh soothingly. He’s rewarded with an agonizing grind of your hips against his thigh, savoring the scalding heat of your pussy through the thin fabric separating you.

“Again.” You tell him.

So he does.

He memorizes every dreamy sigh, satisfied moan, and sobbed hiccup released from your mouth. He also memorizes exactly what he does to deserve them. You like when he darts the tip of his tongue out to guide himself from one area to the next. Huffing when he blows a cool stream of air on the wet trail, giving rise to a litter of goosebumps. If he scratches his teeth on the more sensitive skin of your nipples or underside of your breast, you’ll hiss a sharp breath and twist your fist in the sheets beside you, back arching for more. If he plays with both of your nipples simultaneously, engulfing one between his lips and lapping with his tongue while his hand pinches and pulls the other, you’ll tremble in his hold and cry his name hoarsely.

He really likes that one.

“Good?”

You’d think he was teasing if it wasn’t for the trickle of insecurity that seeps into his voice.

“Great,” you praise, eyes shut against the pleasure you’re receiving. “You should take my pants off.”

“Really?”

“Want you to see how wet you made me.”

He chokes on his own saliva, coughing against you.

“Are you okay?”

His eyes are watering and his face is red as he catches his breath.

“Oh my god!” Your eyes go wide with worry.

When he finally calms himself, he pins you with a stern look.

“You can’t just,” he huffs. “say stuff like that.”

“Like what? That you’re making me horny?”

“Exactly like that! God, I think I’m gonna pass out.”

“So you don’t wanna hear how much I want you to fuck me?” You whisper in his ear, lips dragging against the sensitive shell of his ear.

“No,” he swallows, your words decimating his brain and all common sense. “I do, I just, fuck.”

The last word he groans in response to you stuffing his hand between your spread thighs. The crotch of your leggings are soaked, clinging to the lips of your pussy thanks to your previous movement against his leg.

“Can you feel it?” You pant in his ear. “How wet I am for you?”

The dirty words strike a cord. He did this; his kisses and caresses teased so much of your arousal of you that it’s leaking through your panties, past your leggings to soak his fingers.

Eyes drifting shut to focus on the slick coating his palm, Dokyeom lets his hand dip lower to push against where he thinks your clit is. The pads of his finger ghosting a tight circle of the digit at the top of your mound. His chest threatens to burst with pride when your hips stutter into his palm.

“Please,” you whimper.

It breaks his heart to remove his hand but he aims to make up for it by stripping off your pants in a rush. Dokyeom nearly rips the material apart when it catches around your thighs but he uses his strength to lift your hips, pushing them down your legs and off you like he has a personal vendetta against them. Your underwear comes off as well, tossed over his shoulder next to your forgotten bra and shirt.

Dokyeom lies between your splayed legs, chest flat with the bed as his hands hook under your knees and push your legs up to spread you before him. Your inner thighs are glistening, smeared with your own arousal that leaks from your cunt, lips swollen and flushed, clit peeking out from under your mound. A wet spot darkens the fabric of his sheets below you, increasing in size as your entrance squeezes around nothing. His nose is full of your heady scent, mouth watering for a taste.

He dives in while his brain sings his new life motto: gentle then rough, make you want it. Gentle then rough, make you want it.

Using his knowledge of what worked well on your chest, he blows a cool breath against your hot center. Dokyeom watches as you mewl above him, head falling back as your spine arches. Barely there kisses tease the sensitive skin of your thigh next to his head, punctuated by sharp nips of teeth leaving bruises blooming bright red in their path.

Dropping his hands from your knees but leaving your legs on his shoulder, he uses his thumbs to spread you apart, granting him unobstructed access to your most sensitive parts. He feels like a pervert; a voyeur, staring in awe at the prettiest pussy he’s ever seen. He knows he’s only seen one in real life (yours) but no one else’s will ever compare.

Once Dokyeom has taken his fill, and you’re at your wits end above him, he uses the tip of his tongue to score a path from your dripping hole to your clit; moaning at the taste covering his tongue.

“More!” you whine from above, voice thick want.

“You said to make you want it.” He rasps, face still buried between your legs, mapping every ridge and dip.

“I do!”

“Let me play with it.”

Dokyeom signs his requests with a firm lick to your clit against the flat of his tongue.

“Ahh!” You croak, convulsing from the sudden simulation. One hand flying to his hair to keep him in place.

Dokyeom is all too happy to continue, lapping indecently at your pussy. In his opinion, feeling your essence coat his chin and cheeks as he works you is almost as satisfying as having his cock in your mouth. Seeing you get off above him clicks why you were so enthusiastic when the roles were reversed. He could live and die eating your pussy without complaint.

The rush of pleasure has your thighs attempting to crush his skull. When he pulls your legs apart brutishly you arch again, turned on at the thought of him using his muscles to pin you down and leave you at his mercy. He folds you in half easily, hands pushing the back of your thighs up and out his way.

Since his hands are occupied with pinning your legs in place, one of you attempts to assist him. The hand not fisted in his hair shoots to your pussy, spreading your lips for him and directing him to your clit. Dokyeom doesn’t hesitate to tease your nub framed between your fingers. The occasional brush of his drenched lips or pointed tongue against your hand makes your head fuzzy.

Dokyeom feels you snatch one of his hands away from your leg, pulling it to your face. You suck two of his slender fingers into your mouth, moaning when they press down on your tongue causing you to drool around them. Dokyeom opens his eyes to gape at the vulgar display, hips twitching against the bed when your eyes meet his.

Holy shit.

He’s torn between wanting to stretch you open around the digits you're currently lapping at and letting you continue, imagining it's his cock between your lips. Fortunately for you he doesn’t ponder his choice for too long. Pulling his hand away, his eyes stay trained on yours as he reaches under his own chin to circle your hole. The mix of saliva and the juices of your pussy let him slide in easy enough, silky inner muscles eager to pull him deeper.

“Spit on it,” you beg, eyes glassy.

He swallows harshly. If he was capable of any thought other than how sexy you are, he’d kick himself for how he let your first time together play out. Virginity be damned, he could have cum from this alone.

Dokyeom is more than willing to give you whatever you desire so he pulls away just enough to spit harshly on your clit, watching the bead race to where his fingers spread you, allowing it to disappear inside the rim of your entrance as he pumps his arm. He fumbles to reattach his mouth to your clit, lashing against the nerves as he stuffs you full; desperate to have you come on his face.

You're a moaning mess above him, hair matted to your sweaty forehead, hands threatening to rip the sheets apart as you fist them.

“Give me another one,” you instruct, immediately granted your wish.

All you can do is gawk at Dokyeom below you as he brings you to your end with embarrassing speed. Every muscle in your body is pulled taunt, threatening to break any second as tears fill your vision. Your orgasm right there but just out of reach. But when you catch the way Dokyeom is humping against the bed, you snap. You don’t care that his roommate might still be home as you throw your head back with a sob, tears spilling down your face as endorphins blaze through your veins. Your mind is incinerated, vision filled fuzzy with fireworks. You can’t breathe as you gush into his mouth, thighs locked around his head and threatening to suffocate him.

To his credit, Dokyeom doesn’t stop despite the way you thrash below his mouth. If anything, his efforts increase, only encouraged by your shaky moans and shaker thighs. He snags both your ankles in one palm, stretching your legs up and over his head as far as can before pushing them back into your chest to twist you in a V. You get impossible tighter with the shift as he continues to stuff your clenching entrance while he licks your clit, a mess of spit and arousal pooling between your cheeks. You have to pull him away by his hair, interrupted several times by him diving back in to suck up your juices, fingers pushing more and more out of you to drip down his wrist. When you whine and tell him it's too much he finally relents with a gentle kiss and one last thrust before releasing your legs and resting his cheek on your thigh.

You both lay there in silence, panting against one another. Dokyeom kisses back up to your face, dropping sweet pecks to the tops of your thighs, across your hip bones to your belly button where he lets his nose trace up to your sternum and finally to your chin. When you open your eyes you find him staring at you sleepily.

“Hi,” he says, voice thick.

“Hi,” you smile.

He dips to press one last kiss to your lips before pulling you into his arms, pillowing your head on his bicep and brushing his other hand through your tangled hair. He ignores the way his sticky cock throbs against his leg, focusing on caring for you rather than himself.

“Good?” He mumbles against your forehead, lips resting on your hairline.

“I think you’re lying about never having done that before.”

“Scouts honor, you’re the first.”

“Honored. Glad our first tutoring session was so successful.”

First? He thinks.

“There’ll be more?”

“Well, yeah,” you whisper, suddenly bashful in case he’s no longer interested.

“Sweeeeeet!” he whoops.

You roll your eyes at his boyish response but feel yourself smile anyway. If he can learn to fuck you as well as he eats you out then you’re in for a ride.

#svthub #lee seokmin #lee seokmin x reader #svt x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt #dokyeom #seokmin x reader #seokmin smut #dokyeom x reader #dokyeom smut #🫡 highvern

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idkwhatimdoingherehonestlyy · 11 months

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If your taking requests and are comfortable with it could you write World 42 Miles Morales x fem! reader

Reader has a neice that can't sleep so she puts some music on and dances around the kitchen with her neice in her arms and maybe Miles joining in until the little girl falls asleep

(if it isn't too much to ask but for the song to be rechazame and for skin colour to not be mentioned {I'm Slavic tho💕})

LATE-NIGHT DANCING - MILES 42

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A/N: I meant to start writing this a while ago bestie! I'm sorry for the wait, mental health hasn't been treating me the best <3!

Song lyrics will be in blue!

BE PREPARED FOR: SUPER FLUFFY STUFF, SONG LYRICS, DANCING, AND ALL THAT GOOD STUFF

It was 11:00 PM.

You agreed to babysit your little niece to snag a little extra cash from your sister.

This leaves you stuck in this predicament, her screaming refusing chants as you try to get her to go to bed. So you just give up.

Sitting her down on the couch, you reach for your phone to make a call to your boyfriend.

It only rings twice before he picks up.

"Yo wassup ma" He says over the phone with a smile on his face.

'I need your help" You groan in frustration. "I have been trying to get *niece's name* to sleep FOREVEERRR, and I can't!!" You start screaming, random rage hitting you.

"Damn, chill girl. I'll be over dere in about 15 minutes, you think you can survive that long?" He taunts, slightly chuckling at his own joke.

He think he so funny...

"Ok. Thanks, baby, see you soon" You say as relief washes over your body, knowing you were gonna have a pair of extra hands.

**TIME SKIP**

You hear a knock on the door and immediately rush to it, smile beaming on your face.

"MILES" you scream jumping on him. you knew he was coming you just missed him so much.

"Woahhhh, hey. Te extrañé demasiado ma, eres tan linda." He chuckles hugging you back

"Wheres *nieces name*?" He says looking around

"On the couch watching her tv" You direct to him with a stressed tone.

He walks into the living room and immediately she's jumping up and down.

"m-miless your hereeeee i miss you!" Even though shes very young shes very literate for her age.

"Yes princesa, im here. So now I need you to explain to me why you keep avoiding your bedtime when Auntie Y/N is trying to put you to bed..hm? He crouches down to her level, tilting his head to the side, with a little pout.

"jus not tired" she whispers pouting a little.

"I got an idea!" He stands up quickly, grabbing his backpack and pulling out his JBL speaker and his phone.

"You up for some dancing *nieces name*. He asks her with a huge grin on his face.

"dance!" She screams excitingly.

His head whips over to Y/n with a smug look on his face as Recházame by Prince Royce sounds throughout the house.

He picks up your niece and walks toward you "Trynna dance wit us ma?" He furrows his eyebrows in question

"Why not?" You say as you start giggling.

Ay, recházame Es que no puedo aceptar tu amor Ay, olvídame Aunque nos duela, hay que aceptar ese dolor

You start laughing when Miles grabs your hands and yall start to salsa, Its so hard to believe, A boy who kills people for a living is in your living room dancing with you and your niece.

Nuestro amor Tiene que terminar aquí Yo no quiero, pero es así Aunque me duele el corazón, oh

You gasp as he dips you real quick and spins you around. Your niece just jumping up and down, happy to be there.

"Damn Miles I didn't know you were the type to salsa" You tease

"Don't put me in a box" He replies chuckling.

Y entiende Entiende, corazón Y, ay, entiende Entiende por favor No, no, no, no

You pause when you don't feel the little presence of your niece.

"Where is-" Your words cut short when you see your little niece snuggled on the couch.

"Guess she couldn't take the heat" Miles jokes walking behind you to look at her.

You pick her up gently and walk her to her room, so she can be settled in her bed.

You shut her door behind you once you finish putting her to bed and step out of the room."

You sneak up behind Miles and hug him from behind "Thanks so much I really needed that" You say softly.

"You good, no need to thank me I'll do anything for you." He says resting his chin ontop of your head.

You can't help but crack a smile. You love Miles Morales.

THE END

#earth 42 miles morales x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales #prowler miles #earth 42 miles #miles morales prowler #m a c e ’s c r e a t i o nミ★

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schizoidcel · 7 months

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Hello! I saw you were taking requests for TADC and thought I'd send one in if it isn't too much hassle.

This one has been itching at my brain since I saw the pilot

Pomni, Ragatha, and Zooble (Separately) encounter a newcomer to the circus (reader), who was their S/O in the real world.

Perhaps reader had come looking for them to find out what happened, only to end up getting stuck with them?

Anyways, thanks for your time! I hope you are well!

# POMNI, RAGATHA & ZOOBLE (SEPERATELY) x THEIR S/O IN THE REAL WORLD THAT ACCIDENTLY ENDED UP IN THE CIRCUS ☆

Idk how yall find me wit my posts not showing up in the tags but OMG HELLFIRE I LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? Dw bestie it's no hassle ong ong. HOPE U'RE DOING WELL TOO LOVE <3

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🤍 HEADCANONS !!

warnings :: None, angst if you squint on Zoobles part. Also not proofread I'll do it in the morning kissy

♪ POMNI ..

She's probably taken aback first.

It's just been a week after she arrived? And there's already another person???

Though for some reason, and even if you two barely talked, Pomni already feels more connected to you than with everybody else in the circus. Even with Ragatha, even though they've helped her through everything, like on the first day

She finds it weird, but she dosen't mention it at all.

Your presence is just soothing to her and calms her down, which is enough of a reason for her to keep being near you

Over time, you 2 grew very close, seeing as both of you are new to this whole thing.

And Pomni already feels like she has grown a crush on you .. Cmon girlfail it's been like a couple days.

The way you just are ... You makes Pomni feel like you've supported and comforted her all her life, even though you guys just met a couple of days ago

Once you and Pomni were calming down after a really exhausting adventure, you both were pretty beat and when you initiated conversation it somehow came to how you both ended up in the circus

You explained to her how you ended up here because you wanted to try and escape reality after your lover went missing, obviously not expecting to get trapped in a literal VR game ...

Pomni felt saddened at the mention of you having a lover, but at the same time, she felt like something snapped inside her

Didn't she have a lover too?? Was that you? Because it would explain alot .

And when you said how Pomni kinda resembeled your partner, was when she realized :

Pomni IS your partner

She literally immediately started to try and explain to you how she is probably your lover because of how you and her ended up here, and because of the entire thing of her feeling more connected with you

You didn't seem like you got it from her extremely fast no pause explanation, which caused her to have a meltdown infront of you ... (goodjob girl!)

Though, that meltdown looked abit too familiar. Immediately you knew that "Damn! That's my girl!"

Just as soon as you realized, you held her and reassured her that you got what she meant, and that you're happy she managed to connect the dots you couldn't

Pomni seemed happy from the praise, but she seemed even happier from the fact that both of you are together again.

And now she is clinging on to you like idk a panda on pumpkin.

Expect her to be clingy like this for a few days, maybe even weeks. Fuck girl maybe FOREVER

The days she was there, even with Ragatha helping her the best she can, Pomni still felt isolated as she had begun to slowly think that maybe none of these people are real in the first place (jesus girl)

But now that you, her S/O, someone she KNOWS that is real is here with her she feels SO much more calmer

She does feel bad that you're stuck with her now, and she definitely feels abit of guilt. But exactly because of those reasons, Pomni wants to get out even faster now. She still wants to have a little apartment with you, after all!

♪ RAGATHA ..

With you being new, Ragatha makes sure that like with Pomni, your 1st day is as good as it can be!

She seems to be abit more hooked on trying to make it perfect, though ...

I wonder why that is?

Well she sure don't know. Anywho!

Even if she does want the day for you to be more flawless than ever, she really didn't give it any thought, therefore she automatically is not aware why she wanted it to be 100% ideal for you

She's been in here for awhile, and though she faintly remembers having a partner, she doubts her partner would ever end up in the digital circus like her (uhmm... news flash bae...)

Ragatha realizes from day 1 that she gets along with you really well, and that immediately caused you two to hang out alot!!

The longer you hangout with her, the more Ragatha feels like she is developing a crush on you .. (wuh woh ...)

And not even a few hours after she realizes she has this crush on you, you started talking about how you ended up in the circus in the first place

She was sad at first, but tried not to show it. Instead, she comforted you, and told you stuff like "It's OK!" "Maybe we'll find a way out, then we can find your S/O!" (the irony I can't.) basically words she hoped would stop making you look so sad and make you smile instead .. (cutie)

Out of nowhere though, you started crying

She was so . shocked?? GIRL WHY ARE YOU CRYING

You try to tell her through your now lowkey stuttering voice how your S/O acted JUST like her

The touch, the words, the voice, all of it was really familiar to you .

After you tell that to her, Ragatha realizes that it's the same for her towards you.

How she feels like you and her knew eachother for years with how fast you two got along when you first met, surely it can't be a coincidence.

Ragatha begins to tell you about this and how she feels like she knew you for a very, VERY long time

.. Which leads to a guessing game of both o yalls fave things.

Though Ragatha has forgotten most of the stuff in her life back on the real world, she "coincidentally" knew EVERY one of your favourite things.

And you did hers??

You two didn't know how to react and were shocked.

After the shock died down though, both of you were just hugging eachother, and the both of you telling eachother how lonely it was without the other one by your side really aint gon stop those tears.

♪ ZOOBLE ..

Zooble DEFINITELY wouldn't even realize or care about you

Ofcourse not because they hate you, they're just kinda tired of new people coming in and in, especially this fast (chill girl god damn its only 2 people!!)

Zooble starts to find you WAY more tolerable the more Caine throws you into adventures together, though

They find the aura around you more inviting, so to speak

They even slowly start to think about how they prefer you over all the other members of the circus

You two only spoke around 4 times, but all have been extremely smooth going and fun conversations, something Zooble wouldn't expect to have with someone. ESPECIALLY a new member ..

On the other side, you find Zooble extremely likeable aswell! Sure, they might be dry or blunt, but they have a warm side, like every cold person usually does

You probably like talking with Zooble more than everyone else aswell .. Not cus everyone else is boring, you just find Zoobles personality and perspective on things to be more intriguing

Once Caine made you all go through another adventure yet again, which turned out to be a "partner" game

And wouldn't you know it, fate loves you and puts you and Zooble into a pair!

On that day, you two managed to tell eachother the mutual interest you have in one another, therefore deciding to become closer friends.

Or actually lets just start with being friends in the 1st place.

Ofcourse after that game, you two would normally be seen together more often now (BESTIE TIME)

Which ultimately leads to you telling Zooble how you got in the circus in the first place

Zooble didn't really know how to react to you having a S/O, they didn't really feel hurt, but at the same time they did? It was confusing, really

Once while in your room, you told Zooble how some of the antics they make is similar to what your S/O used to do

You immediately snapped and thought about how lowkey weird it is to say that, so you apologized immediately ..

To your suprise though, Zooble even took it as a compliment (they didn't expect it too.)

Zooble feels like a part of their identity has been put together the more you guys hang out with eachother

They want to know why they feel so completed with you, but that'll probably be something that can only be figured out once you two (if you can) get out of this circus (word for word ...)

But for now, they'll enjoy your company, the energy you give off, and your comforting presence.

They wont step over the line, since they know you already have a partner, but it wont hurt if you're just best friends, right?

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ׂૢ་༘࿐ Thank you for reading! ♡

Ugh this was so much fun I am LIVING for these little babes. I'm really proud of these hello ?! Might make a short scenario version since I love this ask sm.

#pomni #pomni x reader #ragatha #ragatha x reader #zooble #zooble x reader #tadc x reader

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ysljoon · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 3-Simon 'Ghost' Riley

✲Prompt: "Make it stop."

✲Warnings: angst, hurt to comfort, night terrors, feelings of panic

✲a/n: day 3 came out a little late yall i got sick and uni has been a little rough im sorry!

✲MINORS DNI (have your age in your bio or you're getting blocked)

You didn’t know what to do. Tears were streaming down your face while you were trying to restrain Simon as he was thrashing around from the night terrors that plagued his mind. You knew that he suffered from night terrors as he had mentioned it to you once the relationship got serious and you started to sleep over at his home. He had told you what to do in these moments, but the panic bubbling in your chest had caused you to draw a blank as to what needed to be done.

“Simon it’s just me! It’s Y/N. You’re safe at home. It’s just me and you in your bedroom in Manchester, England.” His eyes shot open and his chest was rising and falling at a fast pace from his laborious breathing. It pained you to see him like this and you wish you could take all his pain away. His eyes frantically searched your face to see if you were okay after fully coming back to his senses and realizing you had to witness him like that.

“I’m sorry you had to see that, sweetheart.” You wrapped your arms tightly around his middle and gave him a loving squeeze. “Simon, don’t ever be sorry about that. I’m sorry I can’t take it away from you and ease you of your troubles.” He felt your tears start to re-emerge and wet his chest. He tapped the bottom of your chin with two fingers to tilt your head to meet his. His warm hand cupped your cheek and wiped the flowing tears from under your bottom lash line. “Sweetheart, you’ve done enough for me already. You don’t need to worry your pretty self about me. Just having you next to me is enough to make me forget about the terrors anyway. You know how to make it stop by just loving me.” He quelled your hiccups with a chaste kiss against your swollen lips that you didn’t even realize you were biting.

“Go to bed now love, everything will be okay.” You rolled your body over and slotted yourself perfectly against Simon’s body and he wrapped his large arms gently around your frame. You took in his scent that surrounded you and it grounded you and brought you the comfort you needed to sleep well through the rest of the night. Unbeknownst to you Simon spent the rest of the night awake so he didn’t have to worry about interrupting your rest again. He tried to distract his mind away from the dark looming clouds surrounding his brain by just admiring you and reminiscing about all the great memories you too have shared. You have already done enough to make Simon a happier and more content man. He wouldn't dare ask you to do more for him and be a shrink for him; he just couldn’t require that from you.

#whumptober 2023 #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #cod mw2

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fandomstickyy · 10 months

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Watching A Movie With A Rape Scene

Angst/COMFORT

18++ MDNI

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CW: mentions of rape, NOTHING GRAPHIC, comfort from these menzes

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Au: I'm a bit of a film nerd so I'm always looking for indie/low budget bangers and a few movies I've seen have straight up r#pe scenes! Idk why I terrorize myself. Thought of these scenarios to ease the pain 💀. ANYWAY this post is probably super random but I've seen a lot of wild fics on here so whatever it's not too bad.

It's all fluff!! <3. Take care of yourselves !! Don't read if you're not up for it

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Deku

° wants to turn the movie off completely

°is super mad if the scene feels unnecessary to the plot. Really sensitive ab it. Even if it makes sense for the plot he's still mad.

°Rethinks his opinion on the entire movie

° if you don't wanna watch it anymore then he is zooming around to get snacks and put on something cute and/or comforting.

°"you want an extra blanket? We have chocolate you want chocolate??"

°"izuku please sit down, I'm okay."

°very touchy the rest of the night. Almost as if physically apolozing for you having to see that 🥺. Touches are light and needy

Bakugo

° he's REALLY uncomfortable

° I mean it goes to say they all are BUT he seems like the guy to freeze up at first

° mind RACING

°body stiff

° 0-100 instant stress. Just thinking "UGH WTF! I didn't know this shit was in the movie when I picked it out! I hope she knows i didnt know" "👀 damn do I turn it off!? Would that be weird ??" "Is she uncomfortable-"

°he'll blurt smth out about the @ssaulter being a piece of shit or smth.

°he pays a lot of attention to how your reacting to his statement. Wants to make it clear that he would NEVER think that's okay. He can be rough around the edges even sharp at times but he would never cross that boundary w you or anyone else nor does he think that's okay (goes w all of them but I feel bakugo knows he's a little more aggressive than the rest I can see him being a little insecure that anyone would possibly THINK he would sympathies with or do smth so shameful and cruel)

° if he sees you're really affected by the scene, he will pull up every reason that the movie is "actually trash" and that the filmmakers are "demented"

° would turn it off if you're really not feeling the movie anymore

Kirishima

°similar to bakugo there's an instant panic. It's that tense in their muscles, that shift in their eyes to you, to the tv, to you, to the wall.

°there's more hesitation with kirishima because he wants to protect you but doesn't want to treat you like your some kid that can't protect themself

°back and forth, back and forth, back-

°"He- hey baby I don't think your eyes need to see that, right??" Reaching to fast-forward with an awkward laugh which makes you laugh hard

°why this man can't stop stutterin ????

°you adore the way he's so caring about it but the act was just too wholesome not to laugh

°"What?? C-comeon I don't want you to see that. .. it's not beautiful.. and you should only witness things that are beautiful .." (BRUH PLEASE-)

°holds you tight the rest of the movie

°giving small kisses on your head, arms, shoulder

° when the movie is over, just wants to hold you close for a moment in silence

° maybe asks if if you're okay after seeing that even though he fastforwarded through

Denki

°instant reaction

°covers your eyes !!

° "LALALA!! how was your day baby??"

° closes his eyes too!

° he might as well just fast forward or smth, but he kinda just dived over to you before thinking ab it <3.

°yall 100% get caught up in the conversation, hands over your eyes and everything. Maybe he brings up a funny moment when yall were hanging w friends recently or the way the bathroom door looks like it has a face and he's judgey and his name is Willfred the III

°laugh until you snort when yall realize the r#pe scene is over and has BEEN over

°bored w the movie anyway and change it to Shrek

#mha #bnha #bnha denki #denki x reader #denki kaminari #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #mha bakugou #mha deku #deku

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weirdmageddon · 8 months

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yesterday i wrote a scene where jade wasnt a plot device and was left the hell alone in A6A5 because this being dave and jade’s last proper conversation in years made me sad and i wanted to see them reunite properly. i mixed a bit of narration in too even though it was rare around this point in the comic but its just to paint a better picture. also i wouldnt mind feedback on character voice (it’s important to me that the dialogue sounds believable)

[3 years are over, everyone is in the new session. The prospit ship is on LOMAX, as is everyone who arrived on the meteor, safely warped by Jade onto LOMAX as well. Jade has banished B2 Jack to the Furthest Ring already. She hasn't seen her friends in 3 years, not to mention she never met the trolls in person yet.]

[Jade teleports to LOMAX where John was talking with the meteor crew. Her eyes widen when she sees the trolls, giving everyone a greeting. Jade waves to the trolls.]

You’ll have time to catch up with them later. First you want to reconvene with Rose and Dave.

> ==>

Dave... Oh my god! DAVE!!! That’s right! The last time you saw him, he died in your arms after Jack redirected the bullets from your gun into his body!

JADE: dave!!!! DAVE: hey DAVE: this has been three years coming hasnt it DAVE: cmere

> ==>

[Dave hugs Jade with a slight grin on face. He notices her… sniffing him?? but doesn’t even bother to question it.]

JADE: it is so nice to hold your body when its not a corpse :) DAVE: ok DAVE: weird thing to say DAVE: actually who am i kidding who gives a shit DAVE: i almost forgot how much i missed the enigmatic riddlefuckery that is your phrasing DAVE: fortunately i have context for this so i know what youre saying DAVE: humor me for a sec and imagine that i didnt DAVE: but first DAVE: are those dog ears JADE: yes! i am part dog now JADE: because i prototyped my dreamself with becsprite JADE: jadesprite became part of me! and so did her doggy traits from bec DAVE: got it DAVE: oh yeah john mentioned that on the back of his dumb poster inside that bucket that appeared out of thin air DAVE: right before we had to haul ass out of there before jack caught up to us DAVE: karkat had a complete fucking meltdown over that btw i wish you couldve seen it DAVE: damn it feels like so long ago now JADE: heheheh i remember JADE: john realized it at the last second but it was too late! DAVE: of course it was johns idea only he could do something that gooberish DAVE: you know what this means though JADE: yup!! woof woof DAVE: it means youve done it harley DAVE: youve finally done it god damn it DAVE: the evolution of humankind is finally upon us DAVE: the scientists said it would never happen in our lifetime DAVE: but look what we have here DAVE: before me stands mans first legitimate furry subspecies DAVE: homo canis DAVE: as the name implies theyre gay as fuck btw DAVE: its too bad all those scientists are dead and cant witness this phylogenetic breakthrough DAVE: rip to the science community yall wouldve lost your collective shit DAVE: hey jade lets pour one out for the science community for being real ones

> ==>

You are still nestled into Dave’s shoulder. He’s taken a sort of protective position over you. Your perceptive barkbeast ears can hear his formerly bullet-riddled heart beating a mile a minute with the regularity of quartz beneath his time-branded pajamas, all the while he continues to ramble to you about certifiably dumb shit. You can tell Dave is psyched to see you again, even if he expresses it in his OWN bizarre way, which means extended metaphors and topical tangents. What a hypocrite, calling YOUR phrasing perplexing! You sure missed this guy.

You realize you started tuning him out while thinking about all this.

DAVE: jade JADE: umm homo is the species name JADE: so wouldnt that mean were all gay? :p DAVE: yeah that sounds about right DAVE: anyway enough of this bullshit

> ==>

[Dave motions to retract his arms since he doesn’t want it to get too weird, but Jade squeezes tighter. Dave immediately yields to the movement]

DAVE: jesus wow ok DAVE: really happy to see you too DAVE: like if you had a tail it would be wagging so forcefully youd be knocking over all the fucking furnishings in the room DAVE: just slapping it so hard on the owners thigh that it feels like theyre being flogged DAVE: talk about getting bitch slapped JADE: :D DAVE: so howve you been JADE: really really excited to see you guys all again!!! JADE: and to meet the trolls! DAVE: yeah theyre pretty weird DAVE: and im still not used to it DAVE: but it gets more manageable the longer youre around them DAVE: by the way JADE: ?

> ==>

DAVE: sorry you had to go through that JADE: through what? DAVE: seeing me die and stuff again DAVE: except that time right in front of you JADE: .... DAVE: when we were gathering up all those frogs i knew jack was going to appear DAVE: i was waiting and waiting to play it out DAVE: mentally rehearsing my fucking torso getting turned into swiss cheese and knowing you would have to watch on top of it DAVE: i had to make sure it happened to protect the integrity of the alpha timeline DAVE: but if you knew this was going to happen you wouldve tried to prevent it and created a doomed one DAVE: and so i didnt say anything DAVE: i couldnt DAVE: so DAVE: sorry for putting you through that JADE: oh..... JADE: dave D: JADE: well im here JADE: if you ever want to talk about it DAVE: its cool DAVE: you just deserve to know what happened there DAVE: but thanks DAVE: so am i JADE: yeah i know JADE: i guess i should be glad you did that then... JADE: even though i was freaking out when it happened ._. JADE: otherwise you wouldnt be here will us now dressed in your red god tier time pajamas DAVE: yeah these magical rags really are comfortable arent they DAVE: and they stay like perma clean JADE: they are! i would wear mine over and over for days on end JADE: id take a nice shower and put it right back on JADE: and you know how much i love cycling my outfits through my wardrobifier JADE: by the way dave your cape is sooo cool! :o DAVE: thanks DAVE: yeah i love it its hella soft DAVE: its like ive got a portable snuggle blanket with me in case i ever need to drop to the floor like a tired sack of shit and get my snooze on DAVE: ive got a permanent personal reservation at club bed featuring dj pillow and mc blanky JADE: heheheh JADE: can i touch your cape? DAVE: of course go nuts JADE: yaaaay!!

#hs #homestuck #davejade #dave strider #jade harley #my hs dialogues

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wonijinjin · 5 months

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light a flame: a christmas special (ot13)

author’s note: merry christmas to every one of you guys! hope you have a wonderful holiday, filled with love and peace.

synopsis: celebrating the holiday of love and family together, featuring you and seventeen, and of course a lot of the usual mess and chaos.

word count: 1.7k | genre: humour/crack, fluff | pairings: seventeen x gn! reader (platonic!) | warnings: mentions of alcohol, accidents (nothing serious happens), cursing

“jeonghan, catch these lights!” dk shouted to his friend while balancing more things in his hands than humanly possible. “i cannot catch them right now, my hands are full too you dummy!” he older replied, but it was too late, the long rows of sparkling lightblubs landing on his shoulder somehow, magically being able to stay there. “these fairy lights are the ones we are gonna put on the tree? i thought we agreed on having the colorful ones this year!” joshua questioned with a puzzled expression behind jeonghan, trying to get dk to listen to him while running around the living room of the house. “myungho and mingyu said it isn’t aesthetic enough for pics so they ditched the original plan, guess the information didn’t reach you.” the tall man answered while shrugging his shoulders. “well-“ “oh my god hoshi what are you doing? i already told you that we cannot put tiger stripes on the gift wrappers! now look at how these look!” cheol sighed, massaging his temples with his hands. hoshi pouted upon hearing cheol’s scolding, but accepted his fate and stopped his actions of wrapping everything in the patterned papers. “mingyu be careful, THE TREE MINGYU!” wonwoo shouted when seeing minghao chasing the big man with a spider he found in one of the decorations’ containers. “minghao put that stupid spider down! i swear if you trip i won’t take you to the hospital!”

this was the scene which welcomed you when arriving to jeonghan’s house to help the boys prepare for the holidays, which you intended on spending together. upon stepping inside a shadow almost knocked you over. “yall look who is here!” the youngest of the men stated, voice filled with excitement when realizing that you had arrived to help them decorate. “i think you really need my help, don’t you? becase this is a bigger mess than usual.” you chuckled after hugging dino, to which he nodded and giggled, motioning for you to make yourself at home as usual.

“listen up kids! we gotta make this fast. okay, the bss trio should cover the decoration of the room, and jun and vernon can do the tree, since jun is one of the tallests here and no way in hell i would let mingyu do it, his clumsy ass would cause an electric fire.” you gestured, learning from the scene of him running around you witnessed not long before. “hey! this is very mean!” the human puppy replied, sulking at your words even though he knew you were right. “mingyu and shua are in charge of the cooking, wonwoo can you help them?” you looked at him adjusting his glasses while giving you a silent thumbs up, showing that he is okay with the role of the little helper. “great, thanks.” the ones whose names had been called got to work while you discussed the remaining tasks with the rest of the group. “we definitely needed you here, suddenly everything is organised and is in place. you should be the leader, let me switch with you.” seungcheol said while walking up to you, smiling coyly. “do you think my nerves are trained enough for this chaos? because i am already exhausted.” you laughed back at him, getting ready to run some errads in the meantime.

two hours later the whole house was dressed in pretty lights and christmas themed ornaments everywhere you could imagine, providing a friendly atmosphere, the only missing pieces to the puzzle being you and the 13 men, getting together on the couch and chairs, celebrating another year in each others’ embrace. however, before you could fetch all the boys into one place you noticed that suddenly everyone’s sight was focused on seungkwan who had started dancing in the middle of the room, doing the mean girls’ choreo for jingle bell rock; of course the other two members of the well known gag trio had to join so the three of them gave a show to you and the members, slightly traumatising yall in the process. “what do i hear from the speaker?” after the ending fairies hoshi screamed so loudly basically everyone could hear it, even the ones who were in the process of bringing the food (which was an amount that could feed a whole town) to the living room. dk sang in a head voice. “it’s timeeeee!” everyone who had been watching the events unfold with mouths open lost it at that moment, bursting out laughing about how well he impersonated maria carrey in her iconic song without which christmas couldn’t start. “you are insane!” dino said while wheezing hard, trying not to choke on his water. you hurried to his side and patted his back when you saw that he was actually struggling to breathe, thankfully avoiding a crisis which would’ve resulted in a disaster for all of you. “look you almost made poor chan choke! your show was great but enough of jokes for at least now, please. let’s keep it together.” you said in a strict manner but with a warm expression. “you heard it! after the liquor and champagne yall are gonna be wasted anyways, let us have a little break before the full chaos.” woozi laughed while patting your arm, silently indicating that he was sorry for the boys’ acts. it was no big deal to you in reality; you loved these idiots who always made your days brighter since you got to know them, even when they made a mess which you usually had to endure; you didn’t mind.

“okay, is everyone ready for the secret santa?” scoups yelled out, gathering the kids from the different parts of the huge house. you went to your seat which was next to jun’s, on the left end of the couch, just next to the tree since the more responsible members thought you sitting there was the safest option before one of them knocked the whole thing over (it had happened before too many times, and yes it was drunk mingyu every single time). “i will start!” seungcheol raised from his place, taking one of the boxes from underneath the tree, marching towards his victim who seemed to be wonwoo. “so i got wonwoo, don’t wanna make this sappy and longer than it should be, you know i love you and how thankful i am for you, just open it!” he handed the gift to the latter who after getting rid of the wrapper revealed a headset to the others in the room, the one he had been talking about for months. “this is making me emotional i swear. thank you brother, i will cherish it and use it well!” he thanked his friend, giving him a hug. the rest of the secret santa event continued in this manner, the spirits not even once broken since the presents were all so great. at last it was your turn to stand in the middle, holding a bag close to your chest, looking at vernon adoringly. “so i am sure you already know who i got since i am like almost the last one to give, vernon i hope you like it.” in the bag amongst other items was a matching set of a hoodie and a beanie which you knew he loved and collected, along with a pair of ripped jeans as his previous pair was destroyed while filming a notoriously funny dance pratice. “wow, these are just my style, thank you so much.” his gummy smile was enough for you to know that he indeed was happy, hurrying to give you a big hug despite being on the rather not so physical side. after finishing the circle you told the boys to stay put for another moment and hurried out to the kitchen, bringing in 13 small boxes which contained a secret gift from you to all of them. “although i know we agreed on everyone buying only one present i couldn’t stop myself. i am so grateful to have you all in my life, and i know how hard you guys work day and night, and another album of yours is coming out soon anyways, so i hope you don’t mind that i bought these a little earlier-“ “OH MY GOD ARE THEY WHAT I THINK THEY ARE?” hoshi screamed in surprise, already putting two and two together. “yes.” you answered shortly after giving them out. “these are your new seventeen rings, since christmas is the holiday when we celebrate love, friendship, and family i thought it was the best timing for them to be revealed and put on.” you grinned “oh and by the way, i have a matching one too, not exactly the same, but similar so i would always remember you guys during the year even if we cannot see each other for a longer period of time because of your schedules.” you barely finished your monologue when the boys attacked you with big hugs, knocking the leftover air out of you when they squeezed you tightly. “darling this is truly our best christmas as a whole, i cannot emphasise it enough how much we love you. thank you for being here and putting up with us every year.” joshua said after breaking apart from the big mass of limbs. “let’s put it on, they are so pretty!” minghao said.

“may we have a good year next time too, and may we stay together till death! to us!” dk lead the toast, being already full with delicious food from the dinner, standing confidently in the room, raising his glass along with the rest of you. crinkling sounds filled the house while you cheered and drank; you looked around, tears welling up in your eyes like the holy spirit just got to you in time, realising once again how lucky you were to have them. it is true; they might be loud and chaotic, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

bonus:

“OH SHIT” “here we go again, he broke the glass.” “how are we gonna clean the rug?” “good job…” “get him away from the tree i am begging you.” “NOT THE TREE! MINGYU DON’T-“ “THIS IS THE THIRD YEAR IN A ROW FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” “and here i thought we would have a decent christmas for once…”

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strawberryraviegutz · 21 days

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I really REALLY hate those kinds of stupid “hot take” posts. I think they’re just garbage to purposely farm more discourse to cause infighting, but I’ve been holding this in for so long and I need to get it out of my system so here it goes.

Alastor fans are allowed to dislike Valentino. Valentino was made to be a dislikable Villain while Alastor BY VIV’S OWN WORDS is a chaotic neutral antihero based off of Dexter with a moral code. Of course people are gonna like Alastor more than Valentino. The antihero/vigilante is a very popular beloved trope. I mean just look at Magneto and Venom.

You guys claim to want more nuanced characters but when we try and tell you that Alastor is more nuanced BASED OFF OF EVIDENCE FROM THE CREATOR and little possible context clues in the show we get accused of “babying/woobifying him”(as if Val fans haven’t done that to Val). This isn’t a hit piece against all Val fans/simps btw. I may hate that moth, but you guys should be allowed like him without receiving hate and or death threats.

It’s not “hypocrisy” to dislike Valentino or the Vees and like Alastor for the reasons I said above and the four of them aren’t comparable. Yeah they share some traits but overall the only thing Alastor and the Vees have in common are the mistreatment of the souls they own. Like I said, Val fans shouldn’t be attacked for liking him but the thing is…if you’re gonna preach those words then do the same for Alastor fans/simps because we get attacked too.

(Again it’s not all Val stans but it sure it a lot of them. I’ve all so seen Val haters do it too.) Yall claim not to harass people over fictional characters yet will go under Alastor posts and or discussion threads and be like “Uhm actually him and Valentino are the same🤓☝️”.

“He’s worse than Val” “Why can’t we just have a good villain” “Just accept that Alastor is a villain stop babying him” when we’re just minding our own business. Not to mention people going under fanart of Angel! Alastor and being like “erm actually he’d never go to heaven🤪”.

Along with yall bullying the hell out of Alastor selfshippers/simps and using tumblr sexyman as an insult(which reaks of internalized misogyny btw because majority of Alastor simps are women + women are always the first to be made fun of when it comes to characters that Classify as tumblr sexymen being found attractive by them or any character you personally wouldn’t find attractive.)

And yall going around and keep calling Alastor ugly under posts about people gushing about him and i don’t mean lighthearted jokes either because i make fun of the back of his head sometimes too. And full blown harassment. When an Alastor fan provided evidence of Alastor being a more nuanced character which were clips from Viv’s streams, people in the comments and qrts were being extremely rude and dismissive. It got so bad that op deleted the og tweet.

Don’t go around and claim to be against cringe culture but then make fun of people for finding Alastor attractive. And for goodness sake STOP FUCKING CALLING HIM A SLAVE OWNER. And yes he owns souls but that doesn’t matter.

Alastor is canonically half black and its overall disgusting to slap the label “slave owner” onto him knowing damn well that he grew up in the Jim Crow era of America in the Deep South of Louisiana. His existence as a mixed black person back then was basically considered an abomination. With how terrible it was for black people back then, Alastor probably bore witness to a lot of messed up shit growing up and if that’s the case then it’s no wonder he’s so messed up in the head.

This type of behavior has been going on since the days where we only had the pilot and it’s only gotten worse since the show came out. As soon as I saw that scene with husk and Alastor in hell’s greatest dad I automatically knew what was coming. I’m not saying that Alastor Is a good person nor am I saying that what he did to husk was ok. But to go after/make fun of Alastor fans,purposely denying evidence of his character while in the same breath preach against bullying people over liking certain characters makes YOU the hypocrites. So much for anti-harassment. I’m tired. Bye.

#hazbin hotel #vivziepop #vivzieverse #alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #valentino #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #husk hazbin hotel

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sleepy0s · 4 days

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That was so three weeks ago.

Gem: Didn't you die?!

Xelqua: That was days(weeks) ago, dude. Things change.

Yall I had so much motivation. Please enjoy, this is nearly 1000 words!

865 words.

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“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” The tall watcher spoke, towering over the shorter watcher kneeling on the floor, wings limp. “Well?”

The hermits were stood at the entranceway, being held in place by guards. They had to wait apparently, before they could see the ‘leader’ and then they would inevitably be arrested. Which meant they had a great view of the … Trial? Going on.

“Speak!” The watcher yelled. The voice was scratchy and wrong. The smaller one didn’t speak. He didn’t even move, not even as the taller kicked him. There were no sounds of pain or any signs that they even felt the attack.

“Why aren’t they doing anything?” Gem whispered to Xisuma, keeping her voice quiet to not get in trouble. She seemed generally worried for the poor thing. “I don’t know..” Xisuma murmured back, eyes not leaving the scene.

“I’m not dealing with this today.” The ‘leader’ hissed, grabbing a staff from inside his robes. He held the staff in his hands for a second, as if inspecting the design. He held the staff in the air, hovering above the small watcher, who still didn’t react, eyes trained on the ground in front of him even as his life was about to end.

“Wait- he’s not going to... Right?” Gem mumbled, eyes wide as she watched what was going on.

The watcher brought the staff down, impaling the boy through the chest, a small gasp could be heard from the boy. Gold blood oozed out of the wound as the boy went limp on the floor. “Guards! Tidy this up.” He yelled, walking away from the body and turning his attention to the hermits, who were staring in disgust. Some looked like they were going to throw up, others enraged and the rest frozen in shock at what they had just witnessed.

“Ahh! Visitors? Or maybe prisoners.” The watcher smiled at them, and unlike the rest of the watchers, this one wasn’t wearing a mask at the moment. So they could see all of its eyes, and its sharp teeth, and the wings... They saw the thing in all of its ... “holy beauty”.

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That was two days ago. And they had been thrown into a cell. But at least they weren’t alone? As in, they had a neighbour. A tall, young-looking boy had been thrown into the cell opposite them around an hour after they had been arrested. He had black hair, headphones and purple wings that were way too large for him. Not to mention the raggedy robes he was dressed in. But he was a good neighbour, he answered their questions, asked his own questions and wasn’t rude. Although he had a very noticeable accent.

The noise of metal scraping across the floor was all that could be heard as the door to the dungeons was opened, accompanied by the click-clack of shoes. “Put me down! I can walk!” An angry voice complained. The hermits noticed that at the sound of the voice, their neighbour seemed to light up, looking down the hallway. And so they did the same thing... And it’s safe to say they were shocked.

The small boy who had been murdered a few days before was currently being led down the hallway, bickering with the guards who were dragging him behind. They could now see that he had fluffy, light brown hair, freckles, wings and not to mention, he was short.

They threw him into the cell with their neighbour, who immediately engulfed the newcomer in a hug. Muttering things like, “I was so worried!” , “You took longer than usual!”, and “I missed you.” However, the hermits were very confused.

All Gem could remember was the frail body that she had last seen bleeding out on the floors as he was dragged away. She could visualize the trail of gold blood that had followed the body as the guards couldn't be bothered to pick him up so they dragged him across the floor. “You-..” She began, voice quiet. Although loud enough the boy turned to look at them through the bars. (Still being held at the waist by the black-haired boy, who seemed to be refusing to let him go.)

“Pardon?” He asked head tilted in confusion. (A very bird-like behaviour Gem noted.) “Ah… You- You died.” She began again, seeming unconfident in her words, “I saw you die. You were impaled... I- How.?” It wasn’t very often that Gem thought she was hallucinating, crazy or delirious. And she half thought that she was currently hallucinating, except if she was hallucinating then the other hermits wouldn’t also be staring.

He laughed. The boy laughed, leaning back into the one holding him.

“Wha- why are you laughing!?” The boy took a minute to calm himself before he sat up removing the hands around his waist as he attempted to move towards the bars. He half-succeeded, since as soon as he got to the bars he was pulled back into a hug by the taller boy who had followed.

“Look, stranger.” He began, before pausing. “Sorry, strangers.” He nodded to the rest of the hermits. “That was like, so two days ago. Things change.”

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Best and Worst of Both Worlds (Part 27)

Tw: religious mentions, short chapter

its mostly filler and like transition material, but only 2 of the options will introduce a new character which may or may not be relevant to the story

man what the hell am i talking about i barely follow my own rules, just chose what yall think best

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Part 28

"Alright! Let's go!" Evangeline hooked her arms around yours and dragged you away. Montgomery had to catch up after you and her.

"Will you shut the hell up?" Montgomery hissed through his teeth.

"I'm just saying, (name) wouldn't have agreed with you saying 'Anita Bath' if you weren't stinky." She took another bite of her pepperoni pizza slice.

"Why are you friends with her?" Montgomery turned to you, exasperated and desperately wishing that you would send her away.

You shrugged and ate your slice. You were secretly grateful that Montgomery came by because you forgot to bring Yves's lunch again. If it wasn't for him, you would have starved until evening. Or you're forced to use your allowance from Yves and Montgomery to buy something- you'd rather save that money for something else.

Then something came to his mind. "Hey, goldie. Ya' said something happened between y'all and that freak this mornin'. What was that about?"

You tensed up, but Evangeline is as cheerful and calm as ever.

"Oh, he just wanted me to stay away from (name). That's all." You stared at her in disbelief. Why would she disclose that?

Montgomery furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

She tapped her chin and hummed. "I think he's jealous."

Montgomery scoffed in response. "Typical of those rich bastards. They'll try to isolate their victims so they ain't got no escape until they're done with them."

You felt like your eyes were about to pop out of your sockets when Evangeline nodded in agreement. Who's side is she on?

"And it's as if (name) would want a lil' stuck-up brat like you." Evangeline shot him a nasty look and placed her hands on her hips.

"Hey, that wasn't nice."

"Whatever, twerp." He dismissed her, taking another slice and handing it to you, seeing that you just finished your first one. You're too hungry to care what this gesture might mean, so you just take it off his hands.

"Stinky." She stuck her tongue out at him. Montgomery flipped her off.

This is... a very sibling-like dynamic you're witnessing. Although Montgomery outwardly dislikes her, you think that they're working together towards something. And it's making your gut instinct go haywire.

You wish Yves is here so badly. He knows what to do.

You turn your head to look at the lockers where your phone is charging.

While they were bickering, you stood up and went to check on your phone. You pressed the correct combination of numbers on the keypad and waited for the locker door to swing open. You unplugged your phone and prayed hard it was enough to turn it on.

A minute has passed and it still isn't turning on. You sighed, replacing the cord and allowing it to charge longer.

You returned to your seat, only to see Evangeline and Montgomery listening to a third person standing up next to them. They're holding a stack of papers, and your unwanted companions are holding a piece in their hands.

"Hi there." They greeted you. "I was talking to your friends about our club, here is a flyer with all our details. Feel free to contact us if you're interested."

You flip the glossy paper over, it says:

"Like to talk? Like to convince? Want to make friends? Join our debate club!"

The stranger showed you, Evangeline, and Montgomery where their phone numbers are located on the paper, the names of their social media pages, and meeting times. Which was apparently from 12pm to 5pm daily.

"Don't y'all have classes at these times?" Montgomery asked.

"Well, not all of us do. Anyone can feel free to come in or leave as they like. The session concludes at five in the evening, though."

All three of you gave them a response of acknowledgment.

"We hope to see new faces! I'll get going now, bye!" They walked away and began conversing with other people, promoting their club.

You stared at it. People were promoting their clubs last semester, but you never joined any of them. Maybe you should heed Yves's advice and put yourself out there so that you're not stuck with Evangeline, Montgomery, and Yves as your only friends.

"What do you think, (name)?" Evangeline asked you. "Are you going to join? I'll come with if you do."

You didn't respond verbally, but your body language should be expressing discomfort.

"Sweetheart, I think you're better off joinin' this." Montgomery took out a folded brochure from his pocket.

You tried your best to smoothen it, but it was crumpled beyond repair.

It seems to be a promotional medium for the university's youth group. Sponsored by the Catholic Church.

He wants you to join... a Christian club?

"Y'all should be findin' Jesus. You'll learn a thing or two about work-life balance from those bible studies."

You saw a mischievous glint in Evangeline's baby blues and you know that it's not going to end well.

"Wow, Monty! That's so Christian of you to harass (name), and give them gifts and food in exchange for something you want from them! Look! (Name) is already following in the steps of Christ. Like in 1 Peter, chapter 2, verse 20: When you do good and suffer for it you endure, this is a gracious thing in the sight of God. Great job taking his bullshit!" She clapped her hands and giggled madly.

Montgomery shook his head and looked at her with great incredulity. "What the hell are you even talkin' about?! Y'know what, I don't care. Run ya' mouth all you want."

He turned to you. "Trust me, if you wanna join a club, yer' better off joinin' this one." He rubbed your forearms in his hands.

"Didn't you say we're grown? (Name) can totally make their own decision on which club they want to join."

Montgomery narrowed his eyes at her but didn't say anything in retaliation for once.

"Which club will you be joining, (name)?"

#yandere male #yandere concept #yandere oc #yandere x you #oc yves #male yandere oc x reader #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere oc x reader #oc montgomery #oc evangeline

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HHP - Chapter 20 MDNI18+

ooooooh........the plot thickens yall.....

Warnings: MDNI 18+, mentions of murder, smut, torture, sense of kidnapping, abuse of authority in relationship, controlling behavior, manipulation, extreme obsession, deceit, mentioning of serial killer.....mmmm cursings, there are quite a few of flashbacks/time jumps with this chapter, so if you haven't read MGR/MRE and all of HHP (i know i gotta fix the chapters on the masterlist, believe me i've been trying all day and tumblr keeps wanting to relapse me back to home page, but i promise i'll fix it. This chapter is only slightly proofread, so you know what to do if you find a mistake. lol.

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The air was stoic with the immense emptiness that hallowed the dorm room. With Vicky already gone to a new school, you couldn’t help but feel guilty despite her reassurance that this new path was something that she needed in order to get back to her true roots. Still, with how everything had transpired, you still felt a sense of guilt. It was only natural, considering you were now dating her ex-boyfriend, the one she may not have been entirely kind, yet was emotionally still holding on to.

It didn’t appear that Heeseung thought too much into the situation, in fact, you wondered if he had felt the slightest bit of guilt, considering the man was nothing but all smiles and affection ever since you both shared your first night of passion. Ever since, he was inseparable from you.

……………

“I did it….I finally got her….she’s mine…I’ve been waiting for so long…yearning so hard….waiting for the moment where I can have her all to myself, protect her, love her, cherish her, see more of her, and witness the pain, sadness, happiness, anger, and chaos that lies within her. I can’t wait to see every single inch of her, and memorize the hidden corners of her body, the inner workings of her mind, and the various depths of tone in her voice. Finally…..she’s mine.”

……………

The moment you both made it official and broke the news to Vicky, It didn't take long for Heeseung to convince you to come back with him to his room, figuring his frat house was way more convenient than your single dorm, which it indeed was. It also didn’t take long for him to pin you against the mattress, floating above you as he positioned himself to take in a full sight of your lying form, hair and all.

‘God damn she’s so beautiful….and she's fucking all mine….’

“What are these?” you chuckled as you laid flat back on the bedspread and saw a pair of glasses on the nightstand.

“My glasses…”

“You wear glasses?”

“I used to….back in high school.”

“You don’t anymore?”

“Nope…got Lasik a while back…”

Hovering atop of you while propping himself up by the stealth of his straight arm, his hand firmly planted next to your head, he remained in a dominant position overhead of you…..gleaming down at you with his black, feasting eyes.

Taking the glasses with his free hand, he puts them on, delicately sliding them upwards along the bridge of his nose with the tip of his finger. Once more, he looks down at you, this time through the clear lenses decorating his face.

Still remaining propped high up above you, paralleled to your frame, he bites down his lower lip as he raises his brows at you with an intrigued and look of desiring amusement, his infamous bedroom stare. Appreciating the eye contact through the handsome stare beneath the framed lens, you felt his free hand slowly travel against your outer thigh, up to your hip, reaching your waist, where he grabs and squeezes the side of it.

Narrowing the widened shape of his eyes, he leans down and kisses you, deeply and passionately, the sound of his tongue dancing with your own, accompanied by the sweet smacking of your lips meeting and clicking against each other filled the room. A sound that was so pleasant…and so new to the area, since he admitted that you were the only woman he had ever brought back to his room. Something that was a big no-no for him, even with Vicky, yet he was so welcoming and open to have you there with him. So much in fact, that each day he issued hints in desiring for you to remain and live with him, something that you took time to consider, but eventually catered to, at the expense of his constant urging expression…not to mention that one night where the decision was sealed for you….

“ You’re not leaving.”

“I have to, all my stuff is in my dorm.” You softly laughed out, taking in his demanding tone lightly.

“So?....I’ll take you early in the morning, besides I don’t want to drive you back just yet. Stay here….”

“Heeseung it will be easier if I-“

With swift movement, you felt him suddenly hovering his large frame over you from behind while you were opening the door, only to feel it gently slam shut beyond your reach as the knob slips out your grasp.

With his hand firmly laid flat on the surface of the wood panel, his free arm snakes around your waist and pulls your backside against his groin. With his face burrowed into your hair, he whispers in his usual dark and deep tone…

“I said stay…….be a good girl and just stay…..”

Breaking the kiss, he takes the glasses off and places them on you. To your surprise, the lenses were non-prescription and merely plastic.

“You replaced the lenses?” you asked as you lifted your hand to slightly adjust the delicate silver frame on your face.

“Yeah. Last year, Jake and I went to a Halloween party, and we decided to go as ourselves in High School. Since my vision is corrected, I replaced the lenses with plastic ones.” He smirks while explaining, once more biting down on his lip as he tilts his chin downward, admiring the view before him. “They look good on you….who would have thought that someone would look better than me in my own glasses.” He chuckles.

“Stop, you’re overexaggerating.” You chuckled back.

“No pretty girl…I’m not….you’re a wonderment.” He speaks softly as he reaches down and gently removes the glasses, placing them back on the nightstand as he simultaneously leans back down to kiss you.

“But if I had to choose….I like you just the way you are right now…..” he spoke against your lips, his eyes extremely narrow as he spoke, glistening with wetness that was neither tears nor the reflection of light…it was something else.

It amazed you…how close you two bonded with one another considering at this point in time, you both had barely began dating, sharing your first night after the frat party just recently. Yet you felt as if you had been with him for much longer considering the fact that there was something about Heeseung you learned and grew accustomed to…a secret that no one else, not even those such as Jake, who had been closest to him throughout his life, knew the details of the one thing you were exposed to….all beginning a night that took place one week after you began dating.

He brought you comfort, joy, and protection, the things that you hadn’t felt at this level, it was so intense. The way he loved and displayed his affection, it was unlike anything you ever felt before, and yet, it was so hard for you to understand or figure just how he could make you feel that way.

It could have been the way he touched you….how he could swiftly move back and forth between rough and gentle. It could have been the way he spoke to you, a low and deep tone that would escalate to a more heightened and softer pitch or go even lower and darker in tone. It could have been the way he stared at you, his eyes would range from a look of peak admiration, filled with light and love that you’ve never seen a man give to a woman….and then there were times where he would peer down at you with a look of desire…lust….a look of thirst and hunger, as if he wanted to devour you but in the most sensual way he could….and he did.

You’ll never forget that night, when he took you back to the farm that you became so fond of, from when he brought you out the morning after your first night together….when your relationship came to life.

You could still remember it as clear as day...

The squeaking of the leather seating in the back, the rocking motion of the car as your bodies grinded and moved in sync, and the sweet sound of skin-to-skin contact with breathless gasps and moans, it was another night of wild and heated passion, where he repeatedly thrusted and you took it all, clenching and helplessly bouncing while he controlled your movements as you supported yourself with your hands firmly grabbing onto his shoulders.

Minutes turned to hours, and there he was once again releasing inside you with his potent essence that melted you from the inside out, causing your body to go limp and weak.

It wasn’t until that moment that you learned of a very peculiar nature about the man in front of you….the man who stared at you with loving eyes, bit his lips out of excitement whenever you made eye contact with him….the man who loved you so much that he punctured his own flesh, his teeth digging into his lip every time he gazed at your face whenever he was reminded that you really did belong to him…and that you being there in his reach was not a dream.

…………..

“Ugh…..mmm……H-Heeseung….”

“Yeah…..you want more? Tell me you want more……there’s nothing more that I want to do than to give it to you a thousand times over….”

“Mmm……ugh!.....I…..I……I w-want….want more….”

Sucking on your neck, you felt his hands drop from your waist as he relaxes his grip and settles them on your hips. His momentum slows down as he retracts from progressing in re-entering inside you…instead he slowly releases your neck as he throws his head back against the head rest. Both of you slightly sweaty from the immense orgasm you both just gifted to one another, yet the moment he was well on his way to initiate it all over again, he stops….

“…..Are you okay?”

“….yeah…just….wanted to take a moment to….calm myself down.” Tightening his grip around your hips, he pulls you in for a small kiss.

“Calm yourself?” you softly inquired between each soft smack of the kiss.

“Mmhmm….”

You pulled slightly back and looked at him with a peculiar look before drifting your vision down to his chest. His shirt sticking to his skin, reflecting the quick flashback of how you both were overwhelmed by desiring each other’s touch, that you hadn’t even bothered fully undressing one another. With your dress wrinkled around your waist, his jeans loose and his shirt slightly rolled up to expose his toned abs, and your hair sticking to your skin as was his, you trailed your fingers down the lining of each muscle definition that was displayed before you. “Calm yourself from what?”

Bringing his face forward, slightly transitioning his sight from a lazy, heavy lidded look to a glare, he speaks in a growling tone…it was a tone of annoyance…frustration….or anger…..was it frustration towards you?....or was it….?

“I rather not…..hurt you….y/n.”

You blinked out of sincere confusion. “……Would you?”

Expressing a look as if he was offended by your defying response, he reaches up and slaps a new grip around your upper arms and pulls you in as he hisses through his teeth.

“Yeah I would….I fucking would…..I want to ruin you….I want to give it to you so badly….give you the stuff nightmares and screams of pleasure are made of…..you have no fucking idea….you pretty…pretty soft thing….” Gritting his teeth, he nearly snarls as he brings your face forward by the grip he had on your arms.

As he widens his eyes, his nose tip touching yours, you saw the glare mold into a malicious, sadistic, and demeaning look….it was the look of a beast, not the man that you were speaking to just a moment ago.

Still….the way he licked his lips…..the way he tried to maintain self-control….the way he gritted his teeth….you’re not sure how…but something told you that ‘love’ was still there….it was a love that was slightly different, but just as everlasting and intense….a darker love….and you wanted to see more of it. You wanted to experience all sides of this man…..just as much he wanted to experience all sides of you.

“……Its okay…..if……if you do….only if you feel like…..if you want to…….I’ll take whatever you have to give.” You couldn’t bear to make eye contact as you spoke, instead you opted to stare at his chest as you fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. The beads of sweat dripping down from your collarbone and onto your nude breasts felt cold as you found yourself in a state of shock, intrigue, and fear at the feel of his tightening grip.

Scoffing, he bit his lip as he continued to glare at you with that eerie look on his face. “Don’t say anything you will regret…..you have no idea what you’re asking for….yyyyyy/nnnnnnn.” At the mentioning of your name, his fingers dig into your skin, his eyes widening as the sclera expands and takes over the space his iris had occupied, instead, the circle of black coloring shrinks, enhancing that unsettling look in his eye…..it was nearly murderous and demonic.

Yet, you remained true to your heart and gut instinct…despite feeling a level of fear that was equivalent the level of joy and comfort he gave you……it was all so contradicting, and yet you needed to see more…you needed to see all of it….the two sides of love he had in store for you.

“……True…but does that change the fact that I still want to see it?” You slightly spoke back.

Hissing once more, his countenance transitioned, his glare lessened as he developed a look of being seemingly challenged and intrigued. “Oh-ho really now?.......You sure about that?......hmm?....fucking answer me.”

His grip on your waist tightens, he pulls you against his chest harshly with effortless speed and violently harsh, practically enveloping you with his mighty frame.

“Well? Fucking say it if you feel so strongly about it…….I’ll fucking devour you…you have no idea how long I’ve been keeping myself at bay…..hiding…..refraining from scaring people…..from scaring you……but by all means….you want to release the beast…..you want me to show you how I can love?...You want me to make you scream?....To make you beg? Go right on ahead baby…..fucking say it……”

With his strong hand, he grips your neck and forces you to look into his blackened eyes….the first time you saw them matte black, no longer carrying that glistening shine. There was a darkness that casted over his features that made him look more sharp and defined…..his smirk no longer carried the essence of a prince-like grace, instead, it was a devilishly handsome….sadistic and malevolent, crooked smile.

“I…..” you started. He raised a brow as you watched his smile widening…..bearing teeth.

“….weeeeeelllllll??......” he urges. “…..Say it…..”he whispered out.

“I……I want to…..only if you feel like it….” You lean in, tapping your lips against his as you repeat with a delicate, soft and airless whisper….

“…..only if you feel like it…..”

Sealing his lips with a tender kiss, you reach up and caress his cheek, his strong grip around your neck tightens yet remained soft. You’re not sure if he was stunned, shocked, or pleasantly surprised, maybe it was all of the above…either way, he took a moment before he finally started to move and caress your body….at least…. that’s how it started.

…………..

“Ah! Ugh! Oh my G-…..ah! mmmmm!!…”

A cycle of moans, gasps, and screams penetrated through your lips as you felt the uncontrollable tempo of his sexual wrath taking place and pleasantly destroy your body. It was similar to that of the first night, whenever you pushed or tried to create distance, he pulls and seals your bodies together. Only this time….it was much more relentless and intense…..there was more hunger and less restraint…..as if there was a side to him that had created a balance….yet that side was not here this time…..

“No-no…..this is what you asked for riiiiiight?……..Fucking let me eat you….let me feast on your skin……let me tear your body to pieces…..”

“Ugh!Ugh! Ah!” the raging pleasure of his motions overtook your body, it was both painful and euphoric. Thighs shaking, hips gyrating, and your chest heaving, you felt as if he was digging into your soul with the way he fucked you, it was hard, intense, and rough, more so than his usual manner since you’ve started dating, yet it brought you to a peak of euphoria that you had never felt before.

“H-Heeseung ugh! P-please! Oh my God!”

Pausing his motions, he glares at you while holding you by the neck, feeling the blood rushing through as your body catches its breath from his overzealous manner of loving you. Lowly speaking, he suddenly and harshly brings your face closer to his as he licks over your lips, admitting a small bite on your bottom lip before whispering…..

“Wrong…fucking…name……” with a deep and dark chuckle, he commences his movements…..at an excruciating pace.

The loud smacks of your thighs and derriere landing on his lap, the high pitch screams of mercy, the strands that flew all around from the jerked movements you were forced to succumb to as he grabbed, squeezed, lifted, and slammed you in a cycle of up and down, back and forth, and rolling movements…burrowing his length deeper inside you…..exploring new depths that had never been breached before.

“Ah! Ugh!! W-what are you doing to me!? Please!!! Oh my God!!” a lightening jolt of immense pleasure with a sharp sting spreads throughout your body, causing you to experience a sense of paralysis as your body grew too weak, succumbing to any sense of mercy he may….or may not be willing to give.

Biting, nibbling, sucking, and harshly chuckling against your skin, he varied his grip between your waist, hips, and rear cheeks as he created a new momentum and tore you apart in ways that were deemed unimaginable.

“Please!!!” You screamed as the black tunnel clouded your vision, caving in and narrowing your sight to almost pure darkness. “Oh my God please….ugh! I…I’m gonna cum!!” you screamed as you dig your fingers into his shoulders, pleading for him to allow you….and himself to give in.

“Fuck…!!!” he groans against your skin and finally, he releases.

Fully drenched in sweat, the both of you catch your breath with the pounding of your chest plates tapping each other. His grip does not loosen, yet it wasn’t as harsh like it was during his ravishing display of feasting and dominating your body.

Sitting upright with the little bit of strength you could gather, you took a good look at his face to see that the sinister and malicious countenance remained, staring right back at you.

Breathing hard, his mouth slightly parted, with his head leaned back, he glares under half lidded eyes, but he doesn’t say anything…not a single word. Instead, he continues to catch his breath.

You felt your gaze turned to that of a sympathetic one…something told you that this man has been hiding a side of himself for a long time.

“You…….said ‘wrong name’ earlier…..what…..what am I supposed to call you?....if it’s not Heeseung?”

He continues to glare and breathes deeply, getting a few pumps of oxygen to replenish the air loss in his lungs, he finally speaks in a low and dark voice….

“Ethan….”

Suddenly, his sadistic countenance softens….he still had a look that could kill, yet he didn’t appear as murderous in his gaze. His hands travel upwards to your ribcage, and he gently pulls you in towards him. He was less harsh, and much gentler with his manner in pulling you in. Kissing you on your forehead, he cradles you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you, running his fingers through your hair as he tightens his hold around your lower back. Like a child, he embraces you fully, resting his chin atop of your head.

“My beautiful girl…..call me Ethan….”

At that very moment, as you recalled the past scenes of how you met Ethan, you learned bit by bit of who exactly he was, as well as Heeseung. It was strange and interesting, how both were complete opposites and yet displayed so much similarities when it came to the values of their love for you…their desire to protect you, to shelter you, and to give you warmth, in their own unique way.

The next morning, Heeseung refrained from immediately addressing the case of his alter ego, simply stating that it was a side of him that was much darker and deeper, but still loved me just as much as he did, in his own unique way.

……………….

“Ever heard of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde?”

“…Yes…..”

“Just think of it like that……Ethan is a side of me that I’ve hid and had to keep secret….he’s the maniacal side of me…..a very dark persona…..but that doesn’t deter him from loving you…from wanting to protect you.” Walking you back up to a wall, he pins you to the surface as he cups your face and dives in to you. He was still in his Heeseung state, yet he had a sliver of darkness casted over his face, as if he was going to transition, yet he remained true to the gentler side of his Dr. Jekyll face.

With a kiss on your lips, he gently pulls away and whispers….

“Just promise me you’ll love the both of us….don’t ever be afraid of Ethan….even though sometimes I’m afraid of what he’ll do to you…..he loves you in a way that Lions love flesh….sometimes he might not be able to control himself….but promise me you’ll never stop loving him…or me….always be a good girl….and love us….just like we love you.”

Nodding, you reassured Heeseung with a gentle smile. “I promise….”

"I'm tired......of all these people.....wanting to hurt you.....first Gabe....then Samuel.....Tiff....Scott......that man we saw at the theater.....why can't people just leave you alone?.....Why can't everyone just leave my pretty baby alone?" a look of sadness quickly took over the angry expression as he brushed his fingers along your cheek. Yet still, despite the sudden change in his countenance, there was something off putting about his demeanor and attitude.

"I just.....I want to take you away....that's all I want....I want us to be away from everything else....where I know you'll always be safe.....I can be nice about it.....or I can be forceful.....it all depends on how you want it y/n.....because one way or another....I'm taking you. I rather you be willing though.....so....please say yes.....tell me you'll let me keep you all to myself.....and let me take you away......I graduate in a few months....let me start everything and let me hide you away from this ugly world.......let me take you away! Say yes! Say it…..SAY IT.”

“O-okay….yes….take me away…..take me away Ethan.” You forced a soft smile, wanting to appease his desperate tone. The sudden dark chuckle that emitted from his mouth caught you off guard, and you furrowed your brows as you looked at him for an explanation.

“W-what is it? Why are you laughing like that?”

Not immediately answering, instead, you watched as Ethan displayed his usual behavior of biting his lower lip, slurping the saliva as his eyes smile at you through a widened glare. You’ve seen this expression before, yet there was something much different about the way he was issuing it….why was he laughing so darkly towards you?

“…..Ethan?” you softly spoke out, faintly smiling for reassurance.

“Heheheheheh…..wrong name….y/n.”

HIS PERSPECTIVE

Nearly five months have passed. You finished college and finally got your degree, yet you were already moving at a fast pace well before you graduated, because the moment she said ‘yes…take me away’, you became far too elated to save any bit of planning for the last minute.

To your surprise, she didn’t struggle, object, or put up much of a fight, yet you suspect that the confusion and shock hit her so hard that she remained stale in her emotions and movements. Not that you were complaining, this was for the better…..for her….and for yourself. How nice it was to finally be at peace and happiness, to have her all to yourself….in this new beautiful home….taking her with you whenever you went into work, knowing where she her location was at all times…assured that she was always safe, away and out of sight from the ugly world. Not to mention….she was finally….entirely all yours….ALL…..YOURS…..AND YOURS ONLY.

.................

“Let’s go pretty baby…..we got a plane to catch.”

“W-wait no! I….I haven’t said goodbye to-“

“You can call them when we land. Let’s go.”

“P- please…..”

“Come on pretty baby…..let me take you away…..let me do it nicely….unless you want me to be a bit forceful with it? Hmm?....you really don’t have a choice…..so just be nice…and let me take you…..let me keep you…..COME HERE.”

..................

Of course, it was abrupt and rather sudden, with you plucking her away from the environment she was used to, forcing her to enroll in online classes so suddenly, packing, and picking up everything in preparations for the move, and flying out the moment you were handed your degree. Yet it wasn’t as if you didn’t tell her…..you did. A long time ago when you initially brought up the question and asked her if she would come with you. You even warned her….that you were going to take her away…..it’s not like you were doing everything behind her back. This was something you had made evident from the very start, and was quite open about it when you asked if she would come with you…..something you were prepared to take matters into your own hands should say ‘no’…..but in your favor….she said ‘yes’ instead. How fortunate and less tedious for you.

Unlike with Vicky and the others, you cared less if they had wanted to follow you or not. You always thought that at some point, should they fall out of your good graces, which they all eventually did, you would find a suitable partner to become your wife later on. You never once thought that someone in this world existed with such inner and outer beauty, a tender voice, and wondrous personality, one that drove you to the point of insanity. You never truly felt that you would have had a fighting chance in Hell in gaining her affection since her loyalty wouldn’t permit her from breaking away from Samuel at the time. Yet you were fully prepared to get her at all costs…..but fate worked in your favor once more when she received that email….that one thing that broke her….and of course you were there to pick her back up….you had been waiting and observing her with eagle eyes. How would she have reacted if she knew….that the moment you saw her at the party that night…..you broke….you finally decided that you would plan….sabotage…..manipulate every aspect of reality so you could have her….How would she have reacted?

If Samuel hadn’t ended up revealing his true and unjust nature just in time, and broke her heart that very night….ceasing you to carry out your delicate plans in separating her from everything in the world so you could be the only one in her life to bring forth comfort.....How would she have reacted if she were to ever found out the changes that occurred with in you the moment you saw her that night? What went through your mind…..as you watched her standing there, next to the open bar at the party…..back when you were still yearning and loving her from a distance...up until the end of it...when both your lives changed at the commencing of your blossoming bond that took place much later in that same evening....

Walking in casually, watching as everyone clearing your path, rendering such obedience and courtesy as you walked past the large frenzy of dancing fools, you speared the way, looking for the bar. The one thing you needed at this very moment was a drink…..you’ve been through the most emotional turmoil and pain that you never knew existed, all due to missing and yearning for your girlfriend’s…well…your ex-girlfriends roommate…..

It had been weeks since you last saw y/n, all due to the fact that you started to distance yourself from Vicky, trying to find a different avenue of approach in gaining a way to spend time with y/n…but also….how to appeal and expose her to the truth of her obviously unfaithful boyfriend, Samuel. It frustrated you…the way she was still holding on…acting so blindly unaware, for the sake of loyalty and her dignity as a woman….a respectable woman. It was all something you both, loved and grew frustrated over. Why couldn’t she just break it off with him so you could be with her?

‘I want her….I want her so badly….I’m going insane…..I can’t stop thinking about her….I can’t stop imagining her……I need her…..’

Pausing midway, you take out your phone from the inner pocket of your blazer jacket and text Jake of his whereabouts. After hitting ‘send’, you raise your face once more and continue to walk in a stoic manner.

The guys all admired while the girls swooned, as usual.

You didn’t dress up often, but whenever the occasion called for it, you knew how to make yourself look presentable. Of course, a casual range of attire was preferable, but there was no harm in dressing up occasionally as long as you could still maintain a sense of comfort. Piercing through the opening path the crowd had cleared for you, the whispers of their esteem regard and adoration buzzed through your ears.

……………..

“Oh my God that’s Ethan Lee….my God he looks so fine.”

“Girl I heard he stopped talking to his girlfriend…you know? The pretty one….Vicky.”

“No shit???”

“Yeah, she was talking to some of her friends on how he stopped returning her calls and texts and apparently they hadn’t even seen each other for weeks now….this might be your chance.”

“Oh my gosh I wish….he looks so cold though.”

“Girl of course he does….that’s Ethan….”

“Bro….Ethan Lee is here. Move out of the way, you don’t want to be in that man’s way.”

“Who is Ethan? Dude that guy is tall as fuck…..look how gigantic he is compared to everyone else.”

“Yea man…and don’t let his slender frame fool you…man’s got a body harder than a rock. He does so much physical training for like..sports, dance, and even rugby….don’t ever cross paths with him unless you’re in his circle of friends.”

“Ethan looks handsome like always but I love his outfit…my gosh….he looks so sexy in black.”

“The blazer, the fitted tee….the skinny jeans…..the combat style boots and that black hat…oh my God let me just have one night with him….”

“I don’t recall if I’ve ever seen Ethan without his hat….you can never see his eyes.”

“Might be a good thing….I heard that the dude looks pretty damn scary without it. But the girls say he looks handsome too…so I guess it really depends on how he wants to look at you.”

“Move out of the way! Ethan is coming….”

………………

‘Hmph…..fucking idiots. Whatever….just let me get a drink and drown out my soul…..’

Turning the corner of the corridor, you enter the wide-open kitchen, where the island displayed various bottles of liquor and beer.

‘Yup…. let’s go. Get it all out of your system, big guy.’

Delicately grabbing the bottle closest to you, while the other snagged a red solo cup from the stack nearby, you gently poured yourself a drink. You hadn’t realized that under the dim lighting, the one thing causing you such despair was standing a few feet away across the island. It wasn’t until you tilted your head back, sipping on the hard taste of pure liquor that you saw her through the narrow opening of your eye…..looking at you…

‘Oh my God…she’s here….she actually came….Vicky must have made her come out…God fucking dammit she’s so damn beautiful…..she’s wearing black….a little black dress….holy fuck her body…I can see her curves….she’s….her hair is down….she really is a goddess…..her eyes….her lips….fuck….is she wearing a different shade of lipstick? Its darker…it’s much bolder than usual…it’s a different shade of red….its like the color of….blood….and is that…..is she wearing a choker?......My God…how do I get this girl for keeps? How do I fucking get her and make her mine? I need her….I…I ….fuck…I’m losing it.’

You watched with wide eyes as you lowered your cup….you could feel that you were staring at her with peak amusement and a sickening glare. You felt the stretch in the corners of your lids the more you remained observant of her motions as she gently waves at you…smiling….softly laughing with that sweet…..sweet look in her eye.

Calming your nerves as you walk up to her, you subtly cleared your throat just before you presented yourself in front of her.

“Y/n, how have you been?”

“I’m doing good, how have you been?”

‘Fuck…there she goes again…she’s smiling at me…..she’s so gentle and soft and looking at me with those fucking gorgeous eyes….why?…how?....How……?.....Y/n…..don’t do this to me girl…..don’t do anything else…..I’m….I’m reaching a breaking point……don’t make me do it…..don’t make me into the monster that I’m about an inch away from becoming……God dammit…you’re a fucking wonderment……’

She didn’t do anything…she didn’t need to….in fact….she didn’t have to try….she didn’t have to go out of her way to bring out the demons…..

By just being herself….by simply moving as she slightly tilted her head and gazed at you with that sweet fucking smile of joy in seeing you again…..you watched as the fate of wonder and magic occurred when a piece of her front hair became stuck on her face, the ends edged into the very outer corner of her mouth from when she sipped on her drink……she looked so carefree….so alluring…..beautiful…..just everything a man could wish for in a woman…..

You couldn’t contain yourself. There was an urge within you to find any reason whatsoever to touch her, even though she looked so beautiful with that piece of hair delicately draping across her cheek…..you wanted to touch both it and her skin.

The sense of desire within you caught your breath….you couldn’t respond to her…..not right away at least. With a faint gulp, one that she did not notice, you reached up and gently caressed her soft skin as your thumb moved the strands away….it felt like silk while her skin felt like soft chiffon……you even took it a step further by tucking the strands around another longer piece of hair that framed her face, to keep it in place. She didn’t seem to mind….or maybe, she was too shocked or star-stunned to say anything….because her eyes looked at you with a sense of wideness and curiosity that you just wanted to break and cradle at the same time. That was the moment when you knew….

‘…..That’s it…..I can’t anymore…..y/n……you’re mine. You belong to me…..its all your fault……you’re going to figure that out later on. For now, let’s make it happen baby….’

It took everything within you to refrain from displaying the eerie smile you felt creeping along the corner’s of your mouth as you suppressed the urge to plaster it before her. Because at that moment, you began planning….you began to create ideas and methods to take her away….to keep her and make her yours.

‘…First….we’ll get rid of boyfriend…..he’s no good anyhow. Second, get you ready to come far away with me……we’ll get you to do all your classes online…maybe even enroll you to a different school…..you’ll come with me…..I’ll start building you a house….I’ll make it beautiful but also….barricaded….its going to take some time for you to get used to the new surroundings….but in the meantime…we’ll make sure your pretty little self doesn’t escape through any window or door….no house already established is going to do….I’ll start from scratch and have one built….just for you…..it will be pretty…..it will have everything you need….everything you want…..along with everything I want…which is simply you of course.’

All throughout the night, you developed more into your plans and began to focus on how and when you should act. You started to research and find Samuel’s social media accounts, meticulously gaining the details surrounding his location, school, and his friends….you knew from the way he had been delaying in his communication with her that he was up to no good….one man to another, it wasn’t hard to see the signs of infidelity, yet you didn’t mind, it made your job easier, for now all you had to do was expose him…and with your connections and corrupt nature you were now developing, that wasn’t going to be hard to do at all.

‘Lets see…….who do I know that goes to the same university as good ol’ boy Sammy? Hmm?’

“Hey Heeseung!”

You turned around and saw Jake approaching you from behind. Jake, along with six other members of your inner circle were the only ones you could tolerate and build a bond with since you all grew up together, especially Jake. He was more like a brother than anything else, while the others you considered as family similar to that of cousins. With Jay, Sunghoon, and Sunoo going to an out of state college, Niki and Jungwon still finishing high school, it was a rare but joyful occurrence to see them. At least you got to see Jungwon from time to time since he was participating in the Ace program that allowed him to complete his high school requirements while attending a few college courses at the university you attended.

Watching as your best friend walks up, behind him he had trailing a young woman, she was small and dainty in appearance, dressed in Lolita sense of fashion, yet it was altered to reflect a more matured level in its appearance as displayed by the exposure of skin and cleavage. Hopefully this one was good and not at all like all Jake’s previous girlfriends…

………

“Ethan….dont tell Jake but….I really want to fuck you….you’re so hot.”

“I hear you fuck girls left and right…..do you want to try me? I wont tell Jake.”

“Ethan….please…please don’t tell Jake….but I think I might have a crush on you……what should we do about it?”

……..

Nothing…..do absolutely nothing about it.

‘Fucking whores.’

You couldn’t count how many girls, whether they were dating your friends or not, would come around, expressing their hard lust and desire for you. It was as if a new girl would come around each day, running after you to express their fondness.

If they were single, you may or may not have dabbled in and got yourself some relief from the frustrations of dealing with Vicky’s infidelity, or the others before her. But for the ones that were attempting to meddle with the trust and sanctity of your friendship with Jake…..your cruelty in exposing them knew of no boundaries or limitations.

………

“Fuck off. I don’t know what you’ve heard, but I have a distaste for backstabbers like you.”

“B-but…can we just-“

“I said FUCK OFF….I mean it…..or do I need to SHOW you that I mean it?”

………..

Each one of them would formulate a look of fear as they ran off. Of course, you would expose the truth to Jake, and watch as he would ditch one girl like the last, only to find a new one to fall in love all over again….

You used to wonder…why Jake was so eager to find love….why he was so eager to the point that he was gathering girls by the numbers that outreached the digits you collected yourself. With Vicky being number seven, Jake was sure to be on number fifteen…or maybe it was even higher. You lost count. Either way, it didn’t matter anymore….probably because you now understand what he was looking for….yet he still hadn’t seem to find it….not that you knew of…but you sure as Hell did….

‘Y/n…..’

“Heeseung, this is my girlfriend I told you about, H/N.”

You looked down at the tiny girl, remarking the look of fear she had plastered all over her face. It was something you were used to, and just like all the other times, you stood there, crossing your arms as you impatiently waited for the girl to greet you. Yet she remained hidden behind Jake’s body.

Turning your gaze from the girl over to Jake, you watched as your best friend nervously chuckled and turned to reassure the girl that you weren’t as scary as you had appeared to be.

How strange…for even Vicky and all of your other girlfriends in the past, had all developed a similar sense of fear when initially meeting you. All of them……except one…..y/n….

“Oh my God! Oh my God! I know who you are! You’re the pretty girl that everyone talks about, we have the same anthropology class and I never was able to say ‘hi’ because I was always too shy but-…….whoa……you’re even…..super pretty up close……like…..really….pretty….”

Watching as Jake’s girlfriend swoons and gawks over y/n….your y/n….. you rested your back against the counter as your crossed arms tightened into the fabric of your blazer. You shift your face to look at the floor as your cap covered every detail of your face, taking advantage, you released that smile that you refrained from displaying earlier. You saw a glimpse of it from the corner of your eye, how Y/n took notice of your mannerism, which had only made you smile even wider as you let out your deep chuckle, furthering the downward tilt of your chin so she couldn’t see much more than she had already witnessed…..

HER PERSPECTIVE – MGR, Chapter 8.

Ethan leaned back slightly to rest against the counter behind him, crossing his arms and tucking in his chin. Despite how the angle of his hat covered his entire face when he dipped it down, you saw a tiny glimpse in the showing of teeth as he gave out a small chuckle. He nodded his head, looking as if he felt Emily’s reaction was warranted, before bringing his head back upright, licking his lips and peering his gaze off to the side. You hear the girls calling to you, bidding you to come over to them. You excused yourself and gave a friendly so-long gesture to the boys as you walked over to the group.

Watching her migrating over to the group of girls, those of Vicky’s posse, you sighed out as you calmed yourself internally.

‘Soon…..soon pretty baby…’

Throughout the night, you zoned out and locked yourself up internally as you ran through every minute detail in your plans to get y/n. Yet the moment you caught the view of Gabe and his friend harassing her, you felt a rage of violent emotion take over like never before. It was no news to anyone of how protective you were with Vicky and your previous girlfriends, at least you were before finding out of their lewd behaviors behind your back. Still, no one could deny that you had a possessive streak, and depending on if they were worthy of it or not, it would come out. Yet when it came to y/n…. your beautiful girl….it was no question that the level of possessiveness you developed was that of fierce danger to anyone who made her feel or look uncomfortable.

There she stood, so pretty…so sensual…alluring…beautiful….sexy…just…everything you wanted and desired….and there he was with his hands touching her. You watched as she displayed hesitancy and backed away, trying to create distance without causing a scene, all because of Vicky’s connection with that idiot.

Y/n may be too gentle and concerned over her relationship with Vicky, and opting to do her best to avoid tension or add any strain between herself and your ex-girlfriend….but for you, you could give two fucks. It wouldn’t have mattered if you were still dating Vik, the moment you saw that boy put his filthy hands on y/n, who was clearly and obviously displaying discomfort, not at all wanting the physical contact, it was left without question.

Like clockwork, your body moved, and you found yourself strutting in a fierce manner, increasing speed, rage, intensity, and chaos as you felt the extension of your hand lunging forward in a snapping motion. The things you have learned from years of sports, dancing, anaerobic and aerobic exercise, you applied the teachings of your great mentor to utilize the same force that was merely gained for sportsmanship and dance, yet here you are using it against bone and flesh….and you loved every single second of it knowing that she was now safe.

But your joy fell apart quickly as you watched her, she was clearly overwhelmed by the harassment, and she took her leave.

‘Oh my poor baby….he really made you feel so uncomfortable….I promise that will never happen again…..I’m here….I’ll be here forever.’

She was fast in her departure, and you were hesitant in chasing after her as you were finding yourself reaching heightened levels of insanity for this girl throughout the night. After a few moments of basking in the house, with the lack of her presence, you found yourself moving again.

‘Fuck….did I go to far? Did I scare her? Or did she leave because of the discomfort of that idiot? What do I do? I need to be more careful if I’m going to make this all work…..do I start with my plans tonight? Will I have to be more forceful now? ’

You quickly exited the frat house, pulling out your keys as you looked around to see if you could catch sight of her. But a sense of sadness and emptiness hits you once you found that she was nowhere in sight.

Remaining stagnant, another twenty minutes or so went by before you started up your car and made your way back to your room, when the memorized image of Y/n’s face in discomfort flashed in your memory, and the need to console her was too pungent for you to ignore. So, you drove past your frat house, and made your way to the dorms, knowing full well she'd be there.

‘Fuck! I should have gone straight after her….’

Once you had parked your car, you were hesitant to move. Instead, you remained seated and continued to observe the lot, occasionally looking up to the upper end of the building, observing the window to her room. It remained dark, with no sign of life. You contemplated on whether she even came back to her room or not, but a feeling deep inside your brain told you that she was in there. Taking one last glance at her window, you took your keys and got out of the car.

Entering the dorm was the most depressing feeling you’ve felt in your life, as you walked over towards Vicky’s side of the room just to observe from afar, studying the side belonging to the one that you wanted to be with.

The light coming from her phone casted a cone of brightness that blocked the view of her face, you walked over and took in a hazy view of her, appearing to be asleep.

Initially, you picked up the phone to shut off the screen, when the face of it snagged your attention as the verbiage of an email outlined the end of the one thing she had solely been keeping alive. Even though you had a gut feeling based on his inactivity, it still was shocking that he was willing to let go of something otherworldly such as her…..and yet….you were happy….

‘This is…..’

Realizing that she was in pain that you could only imagine, the prospect of viewing her as someone who is free for your pursuance did not come into mind, not at all. Instead, you took a moment and looked down at her lying form as her phone remained in your hand.

The shape of her body was transcendental, the smooth and delicate curves from her hips, waistline, and her breasts contrasted from her surroundings. The crease of her cleavage cradled lightly by the natural rest of her arms as she lay on her side with a very faint curve of the fetal position. The length of her hair lay draped all around her enhanced her despair as you could assume by the placement, that she threw herself on the bed as she cried, evident by the wet streams that decorated her face. For the first time, you saw Y/n broken.

You read the contents of the email, not giving any second thought that it was a total invasion of her privacy, it didn’t matter. Now that she was in the state of abysmal pain, you intended to fix it, to fix her.

‘I…..she’s here….free for me to take now….that saves me a lot of trouble…..is fate on my side with this? Everything is just becoming too easy for me to get her…almost as if my thoughts are all being answered in my favor…..I don’t have to deal with Samuel…..i don’t have to do anything…..except just take her…..I can……take her….right now….’

Looking down at her, you kept her phone in your hand as you observed her form. You could tell she wanted to refrain from having all forms of communication, which was more than enough reason for her to lay with eyes shut, yet clearly not asleep.

Your eyes remained glued to her as the phone screen illuminates your face. With your sights remained gazing on her miraculous form, you shut off the phone and placed it back on the nightstand.

‘Let me fix you…. pretty thing….I’m here now…..we don’t have to go through the trouble of the initial plan…..all I have to worry about now….is fixing you….taking care of you….and loving you….so let me do it.’

And you did. It was something unreal but the most memorable event in your life.

It had seemed like it all had happened just yesterday...yet to your everlasting amazement, the events and occurrences that ultimately brought you to the state of happiness had happened nearly one full year ago.....one year since you met and fell in love with her....

It wasn’t up until recently, when you found out after looking through her phone that you saw the self-text she sent…..reflecting her love for you all along, since the moment she had met and bonded with you, before the events of the frat party.

‘We were truly meant to be together….she and I….’

Pondering and reflecting the flashbacks on memory lane, a ding from your phone interrupts the flow of your mind.

Checking on who texted you, you saw it was from Jake. He sent you a link to an article regarding the ‘Campus Killer’, it would so appear the authorities finally found him….dead beyond recognition.

“Breaking news! Serial rapist and murderer known as ‘Campus Killer’ remains found nearby central city.

Authorities were alerted of scattered remains, believed to be that of the serial killer that had preyed and murdered more than twenty female college students attending *your college name*. Police have stated that the body was horribly disfigured and mutilated and was scattered throughout various regions of the city. Authorities couldn’t immediately identify through plain sight on who the remains belonged to, yet it was thanks to dental records that they were able to clearly ascertain that the body parts belonged to that of the deceased, whose identity is none other than J. Dahmer, the man who had earned the notorious reputation of being the Campus Killer. Police are urging for everyone to remain alert and continue to remain inside the safety of their own homes as they exhaust all efforts into investigating into this matter and finding out just who, was responsible for the murder of the serial killer that plagued the city.”

……………

Another ding comes in, you smirked as you read Jake’s second message.

Reading Jake’s text, that same eerie smile made it’s re-appearance on your face. You felt it. For not only did you have y/n here, safe and sound, but you managed to get rid of that nuisance of a man that had crossed the line.

Could anyone blame you for taking her away? After the series of harmful events that took place against her…..what would have happened had you not been there each time? What if you hadn’t been there the night at the movie theater, when that man had his sights set on her…as his next target…his next victim. She didn’t even notice until you both took your seats in front of the wide screen, she was far too oblivious with her surroundings…too careless. It didn’t make you feel comfortable enough to just have her in emotionally and mentally, you needed to have her by your side…permanently.

Initially, you merely took notice of his presence, but the moment you recalled of the reporting’s concerning a drifting serial killer… one that had constantly dawned a brown, camping jacket and was constantly seen lingering around the surrounding area, preying on young female college students, you knew….you had a feeling the moment you helped y/n get out of the car and walked across the parking lot….that it was him who was studying her from the side of the massive parking lot.

There was no way…..

The moment you saw that man trailing behind, following and eyeing her as you both entered the theater, there was no possible way you could ever let that go. That man…how dare he? How dare he even think about hurting her? How dare he look at y/n…..and thought of doing such terrible and unspeakable things to her body…..how dare he even wonder how she would look and sound like at the brink of ultimate fear….while he tortures her…..and mutilates her body like he did with all his previous victims ….HOW DARE HE?

‘….Him?.....He has the audacity to look at the one and only thing that is meaningful to me….the only thing that is worth all of the high Heaven’s, right down to the lowest parts of the Earth….he had the nerve….to look at her….and yearned to take her away from me?....I knew what he was thinking….I knew the images that was going through his mind when he saw her……and it’s bringing out the worst in me……he wanted to hurt her….make her scream….tear her flesh…cut her bones…..and take her last breath….all for the sake of his sick and twisted pleasure of seeing how she would react while he cuts her up and use whatever tools of torture to stain her blood with…..I refuse to let him…or anyone else get away with even just the thought of hurting her…. someone like him…with what he was planning on doing…does not deserve to live….or to dream of her…’

So, you made sure of it…. leaving not even a single bit of evidence behind…and paying off a multitude of authorities using a middle man, all of which would allow you to remain untraceable and to prevail while that man you murdered remains left behind; all leads falling to an unsolved case, which will be forever hidden and forgotten about. After all…..whose going to care about a dead serial killer?.....Despite the fact that it required the mind of a killer to eradicate another, as far as you and the world were concerned, you were a hero.

But not to her…..

Not knowing of the troubles that had surrounded her…..of what you did for her out of love, she only sees the flaws of your extreme nature…..your nature of wanting to keep her safe and forever well.

HER PERSPECTIVE -

Five months ago....

“W-what is it? Why are you…..Ethan?”

“Heheheheheh…..wrong name….y/n.”

‘……What?.....What does he mean?.......his face….he’s….he’s Ethan but…..but how?...Why?....I don’t……I don’t understand……what’s happening?....Why is he leaning in….why is he smiling at me like that if he’s not…..if he’s not Ethan….then….who is he?”

“….I ….I don’t understand…” you forced a soft smile…yet it reeked of fear and confusion as you gazed directly into his eyes with your glistening and saddened ones. “……W-what do you mean?......Ethan?.......if you’re not….but you look….you are him….your face… you are Ethan….aren’t you?” your voice piques with the utmost sincerity and hope as you desperately wished for him to nod and reassure you that he was Ethan, that maybe he was trying to play a harmless prank on you.

Yet, to your deepest fear, you watched as he displayed a closed mouth smirk and gently shook his head while his eyes displayed that usual sadistic glare…..his Ethan glare…

“….if you’re not Ethan….then…..who are you?....please tell me that….you are him…..you’re scaring me…. I feel like when you say that you’re not…why do I feel like I don’t know you?” you felt the tears beginning to build up in your eyes as you expressed hopeful mercy in the tone of your voice.

Leaning in, he kisses you deeply…..passionately…..it was both soft and rough…it was both Heeseung and Ethan….

With that insane eerie countenance you were so used to seeing…..that demeaning force in his aura, and that same look of malice and eerie display of affection that was none other than what you had known to be as Ethan, he softly speaks against your lips. His words caused your heart to skip a beat as the state of your nearly to full nude body remains plastered against his broad frame by his hold on you. With a tightened embrace, he smirks mischievously as he chuckles out….

“You know me……you do……don’t be scared….it’s me….it’s Heeeeeeeeeseuuuuuuung….pretty baby.”

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"Y/n......."

"...That voice....Eden? Is that you? Whats going on? I'm so confused...and scared....what's happening? What is Ethan talking about?....He's Heeseung?.....what...then who is Ethan? Who was he all this time?"

"Y/n......"

"Yes?"

"..........run."

Authors note: weeeeellll..llol I promise yall it gets good...and better. lol. I'll see yall in chapter 21 ;)

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