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yndrgrl · 9 months

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yandere! bakugou uses you to get to someone else, but ends up falling for you instead

long ass fic. fem! reader. regular! au. enemies to lovers. lowkey crack! fic. tsundere! bakugou.

warnings: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, manipulation, somnaphilia (idk how to spell it), degrading, bullying, spitting, public sex, hatefuck

a/n: requests are open :) (plz request something, idk what else to write about 😭)

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"no." that's all you said. so flat, so robotic. that's all you wanted to say.

bakugou was a pushy man, however. "it wasn't a question."

"oh for real?" you gasped, putting both hands to your cheeks to show your faux shock. "no."

"listen, you're gonna help me win over uraraka-"

"no, i'm not, bakugou," you denied once more. you don't even know why he came to you in the first place. it was clear as day that uraraka had a major crush on izuku, & izuku liked uraraka just as much.

honestly, what surprised you the most is that bakugou even had a crush. i guess it makes sense that it would be on uraraka though.

"yes, you are because i have something over you," bakugou threatened lowly.

you scoffed, "oh, do you now?" there wasn't really much he could have over you that would make you help him-

he slammed a journal on the desk, a slam echoing throughout the library. it was your personal diary.

you lunged for your journal, but he snatched it & threw it into his bag. you screamed at him, "how'd you get that, you sicko?!" the only way he would've gotten that was by breaking into your dorm room.

"are you going to help me or not?"

yes, you could've bought a nicer, leather journal with handcrafted pieces of paper, glued recent pictures of your life & decorated the pages with washi tape, stickers, & colored markers, but you didn't want to start over yet. your journal is a year & a half old, every page nearly filled; it's a deep dive into your mind. every overwhelming event in your life, every good memory, every goal you strive to achieve is written down in that book. bakugou katsuki had that all in his possession.

that's why, two days after you found out what he has, you're sitting with your usual study group in your designated, outdoor study area-- plus bakugou. your bluetooth speaker played a playlist shared throughout the group. you sat on the edge with uraraka beside you & bakugou across from you.

"y/n," someone said, catching your attention; it was uraraka. "i didn't know you & bakugou were friends."

you wanted to laugh. you quickly told her, "we're not-"

"we're good friends," katsuki overlapped with his lie. his scowl upturned into the smallest smile when uraraka glanced up at him.

"oh wow, i had no idea! the two of you are so hard-headed, i wouldn't have expected the two of you to get along so great," she said back with a giggle. you loved uraraka, but she's too friendly sometimes.

bakugou, trying to play into the cool-bad-boy character, said, "yeah, well she makes it hard sometimes, but it helps when she has cute friends, i guess."

never in your life did you think you would hear big, tough bakugou flirt in your life.

they continued their conversation that you tuned out, rereading your notes & constructing plans on how to get your journal so you could expose him. everyone was invested in their own stuff. obviously, bakugou & uraraka were talking amongst themselves. momo was explaining to jirou & mina some math topic that they were sobbing about. tsu was on her laptop as she tried finishing a power point that was due the next day.

your chin was propped up by your hand, humming the song that started playing. "um, excuse me," a masculine voice called out. it caught the attention everyone at the table. you heard bakugou scoff, & you could only assume he rolled his eyes.

you looked up at the source of the voice. he was right in front of you, face red, cheeky smile. he was cute in the way that a puppy eager for a treat was. "you're y/n, right?"

"yeah, i am," you confirmed, matching his grin.

he introduced himself by saying his name & told you that he was in the hero-support program. he then said, "i just wanted to say that you're just really pretty."

compliments were one thing. compliments from complete strangers always messed you up though. "oh, th-thanks." you're so awkward.

"so like, maybe i could get your number, & we could go on a date or two?"

you glanced back at all your friends, who all had big smiles as a way of non-verbally saying, "get your manz, bitch!!"

bakugou on the other hand, had an expression of confusion & anger-- the anger was permanent though.

"i mean, i don't give out my phone number, but maybe we can snap or something?"

the guy nodded with enthusiasm, pulling out his phone to give you his username. "cool, well sorry for wasting your guys' time," the boy said to you friends before turning to you & saying, "i'll hit you up later?"

"can't wait," you replied back.

as soon as he was out of earshot, mina squealed, "oh my god! you're such a flirt!"

jirou teased, "you're so awkward, it's literally so funny."

"you're my pretty best friend," tsu croaked with a laugh.

"guys, nothing is gonna happen," you said with a blush. "i'm just gonna be his friend."

"how does it feel to be hit on for the first time, loser?" bakugou yawned, as if he's been hit on ten million times by fan girls & milfs or something.

mina retaliated, "what are you talking about? y/n gets hit on all the time!"

uraraka jumped in, "yeah, what's was that? guy number five?"

"y/n?" bakugou questioned, & all your friends nodded. "that thing? doubt it."

"what's there to doubt? you just saw it," you growled at him, he annoyed you so badly.

after that study session, he got uraraka's number like he hoped for, but he was more curious about you. he never realized until that day how often you do actually get men's attention. bakugou always assumed you were some bookworm, writer nerd who leeched off of his darling, uraraka for popularity & personality.

"i don't get it," bakugou muttered, staring at your figure across the cafeteria. he was surrounded by his friends, who all followed his gaze.

kirishima groaned, "dude, just ask uraraka out already." it was routine that bakugou would say something about how shitty nerd, deku, isn't good enough for her affections or how he would be a better match for her.

"no, it's not that," bakugou corrected, glare not breaking off of you. this caught kirishima, denki, sero, & mina -who sometimes sat with you as well- off guard.

"what are you talking about, bro," denki asked.

"i don't get it. she's not even that cute," bakugou scoffed, slouching back into the bench. his eyes finally tore away from you & awase from class 1-b.

"who?"

"y/n, i think," mina assumed, & when bakugou didn't deny it, they all knew she was right. "why does it even bother you?"

"it doesn't," he said, glancing back at you. awase left you, & in his place was the floating, fighting machine uraraka. he didn't feel the need to say anything about her though, but he felt like he had to. "she's weird, uraraka shouldn't even be friends with her."

"there it is," sero sighed, making all the others laugh.

"shut up," bakugou scowled at them. everyone was used to it, so they weren't that threatened.

"but seriously, bakubro, don't hate on y/n just cuz she's best friends with uraraka, & you're jealous," kirishima told him. he always did this to the blonde. he wasn't scared to tell him off.

bakugou, infuriated, yelled, "i'm not jealous of her, okay? it's just stupid how she has everyone wrapped around her finger, so don't be some dumb, y/n defenders. hop off her fuckin' dick."

"i'm just saying, man. she's super cool, has a useful quirk, & is an awesome fighter," kirishima said, holding his hands as a way to show he was backing down.

"if i were you, bakugou, i would be trying to be her friend," mina said.

mina's words played on repeat in bakugou's head for a week. it was driving him crazy. even though that bridge of being friends was already burned & he kept telling himself he doesn't care, he can't help but want to be closer to you.

he said it was all for uraraka in the end. after all, when they were texting the other day, she said that she would want a future partner to get along with her friends or else it'll be a deal breaker.

bakugou deduced that if he was on favorable terms with you that uraraka would fall for him-- & maybe you too. he felt himself physically jolt when he thought that. why in fucks name would he want you to fall for him? he thought for a second. it's not like he wants to be with you or anything, but he doesn't want you with anyone else.

he somehow found himself in front of your dorm door past curfew. bakugou, at this time, was usually asleep, dreaming about a life where him & uraraka lived happily ever after. however, tonight was different. he didn't feel like thinking about the short-haired brunette.

he doesn't even know why he's outside your door.

in his head, he rationalized that he just loves uraraka so much that he'd give up sleep to become your friend. it was such an urgent situation that he didn't even bother putting on shirt.

he fished in his sweatpants' pocket for a lock pick, the same one he used to break into your dorm the first time to steal your journal. bakugou jammed it into the lock, opening the door with ease. he shut the door carefully before stalking further into your room.

there you were on your bed. swaddled in your fluffy duvet, cuddling a stuffed animal. you must've felt his presence because your sleeping self started shifting & ended up kicking off your blanket. you ended up on your stomach, one leg crunched towards your side while the bottom leg laid straight. you faced away from bakugou.

his breath hitched, something inside him twitched. bakugou couldn't help but stare. he had to admit that you had the body of his dream girl. wait no, his dream girl was uraraka-

he cut his own thoughts off when he saw how your ass looked in that position. the blue hue from the moonlight flowed into the room because, for some reason, you felt no need to close your curtains. he could make the shape of you so clearly. he reached for you.

he told himself that he wouldn't be cheating on his soon-to-be lover. it's just a touch, a friendly touch that friends share with each other.

his fingertips ghosted over your exposed thighs. you were wearing nothing but thong & an oversized band tee. the gentle touches turned into full-palm caresses. her skin is so smooth, bakugou thought. he loomed closer to you, inhaling deeply. she smells so nice.

he climbed over you with the agility of a shadow. the bed didn't even creak. he kneeled over legs, & his hands found your plush ass. he kneaded your bare butt, shifting you so you were fully on your stomach. you remained unmoving; you usually take melatonin gummies right before bed anyways.

bakugou kept groping your ass while his cock hardened into its full length. his hands wandered, thumbs grazing over your entrance. he grasped you, & he spread your ass cheeks apart. you must be dreaming about something dirty because your thong was soaked.

bakugou readjusted himself so he was on level with your ass. "this is just what friends do," he hazily whispered to himself. "friends help friends get better."

he blew on the wet patch, watching your pussy twitch through your panties. bakugou waited for a second, trying to grasp at any sort of self-control but, when you subconsciously propped your ass higher for him, he couldn't help it. he mentally apologized to uraraka before he dove into your ass.

his tongue licked your clothed slit, & he felt how thin your thong truly was. he only got an inkling of what you tasted like, & he craved more. bakugou lapped you juices through your panties, dampening the light grey cloth into a darker shade. his jaw hinged open to allow his tongue to delve further down.

he found your clit through your thong. he pressed his tongue against you, & sleeping, unsuspecting you let out a moan. "oh fuck," bakugou whispered in response, diving back into your pussy.

he pulled your thong up. it rode higher in your ass, then the part the was covering your pussy disappeared between your lips.

he started eating you out again, groaning in pleasure when he finally got to touch your bare skin. he slurped your juices over & over.

bakugou didn't realize that he pulled his sweatpants & boxers down to his knees. he pulled away from your pussy, a string of your juices & his saliva connecting him to you.

on his knees, he positioned his big cock between your ass. a moment of clarity hit him, it wasn't right, he knew that deep down. you really didn't do anything to him.

your phone next to your pillow buzzed. he grabbed it, his hung cock still pressed against you. it was a message from uraraka that read, "wait what did you wanna tell me about bakugou earlier? you looked so concerned haha."

you were trying to tell him? what a fucking bitch, bakugou thought with pure hatred. you were trying to sabotage him with your words, your pretty little mouth, with your dumb, stupid body.

his rationality was once again thrown out of the door. uraraka would want me to show y/n her place, he thought. he climbed off of you. he had to show you what your mouth was meant for. your mouth wasn't meant for snitching, it was meant for sucking cock-- his cock.

bakugou turned your head & pulled it at the edge of the bed. thankfully, it's like your body already knew what was gonna happen, your mouth was already agape. he pushed his tip past your lips. your tongue lazily stroked against his length. he moved his dick in & out of your throat, & yet somehow you still remained motionless.

his control turned into animalistic thrusts, gagging you over & over, & you still stayed asleep. "fuckin' stupid bitch," he groaned, throwing his head back. your throat expanded with each thrust to accommodate his thickness & length.

spit & his precum spilled out of your mouth & onto your silk pillowcase. because you were sideways, his heavy balls slapped against your face, nose shoved into his pubes. you gargled & gagged in your sleep, but you still handled him so well.

his passionate angry finally swelled up & shot down your throat. even though he was cumming, he kept half-assed thrusting in your throat, coating every inch with white. all for uraraka, remember? because bakugou completely forgot what drove him to do what he just did.

the next day, as you entered the classroom, he heard you tell to uraraka about how the melatonin gummies really worked. "yeah, i was completely knocked out! i drooled so much, my pillow was drenched. it was disgusting."

"really? i know that they're good, but i never drooled that much. maybe you really needed that sleep."

as they passed bakugou's seat, uraraka waved at him with pink cheeks. "hey, bakugou."

"uraraka," he said back to her. he watched your smile drop into a frown, your eyes rolling. he was winning over uraraka, he knew that, but he didn't feel satisfied. he yearned the banter between the two of you more than uraraka's affections. "what was that, idiot?"

uraraka was shocked at first, thinking he was talking to her until she heard you shoot back, "shouldn't you be watching ochaco instead of me?" if he didn't know any better, it sounded like you were jealous.

"y/n, let's calm down," uraraka sheepishly suggested, but it only angered you more. why was she on that weirdo's side? why wasn't she on your side? even after you told her what he did to you, she didn't even care; in fact, she seemed flattered.

"yeah, calm down," bakugou chimed in with that disgusting, cocky smile, "go in the back & drool all over your desk."

"eavesdropping now? you really are obsessed," you huffed, marching towards your desk that was, in fact, in the back of the classroom. you thought uraraka was right behind you, but by the time you turned around to sit in your chair, you noticed her take a seat next to bakugou.

the bell rang, & in rolled your sleepy teacher, mr. aizawa. he called roll, held an hour long lecture while you took notes, then assigned a 4-page essay with three sites sources. after he was done, he questioned, "now that we're done with that, what is happening today?"

iida's hand shot up along with his entire body.

"go ahead, iida."

"the 1a students from ketsubutsu academy are training with us today." oh right, you completely forgot about that. you were not in the mood to socialize with those uptight, cocky rich kids today. even though you took the melatonin gummies the night before to ensure a goods night sleep, you got everything but that. you felt like you were melting all night, & now you just felt restless.

"good, iida is correct," mr. aizawa confirmed. "they're already waiting in training facility a, so get dressed & be there in 10 minutes."

"yes sir!" & they all scurried out of the classroom.

your entire class entered the facility in their hero costumes. like mr. aizawa said, the visiting students were already there, stretching & warming up. mr. aizawa, once he noticed his entire class, announced that on the white board was everyone's names & assigned training group for the day.

everyone, including the other class, crowded around the board to find their names. "y/n!" your best friend, who you were extremely pissed off at, cheered. "we're all in the same group!" we... all?

you look at uraraka to see who she was referring to. "it's just my luck," you groaned, of course it was bakugou. "i just had to be put in a group with you!" you wanted to shout at everyone. you wanted to shout at uraraka for being swooned by a creep, you wanted to yell at mr. aizawa for putting you in a group with bakugou, & you wanted to scream, jump, yell, & hit bakugou over the head with a bat just for being the aggravating, prideful bastard he is.

"we just had to have a weak fuckin' nerd in your group?" he said to uraraka, but glanced to his side to meet your eye. your fuming expression really got him going. "there's no one more annoying than you-"

"are you y/n?" someone questioned. that just be the last person in your group.

you looked up at him, & with a half-hearted smile, you said, "i am."

"nice, i'm in your group," he told you, "i'm yo shindo. & i must admit, i was not excited for this whole group training thing until i saw a pretty girl like you was in my group."

oh, so he was a flirt? honestly, you didn't mind at all; you needed something to distract you & what's a better distraction than a buff playboy?

"honestly me too, but i think it'll be fun with you," you said back, but you overthought what you said. was it cringy?

bakugou was watching the whole exchange, brows furrowed, vein popping through his skin on his forehead. uraraka noticed, & because with the new-found knowledge that bakugou really liked her, she stroked his arm & asked, "are you okay?"

he looked at her with the same look of anger, now mixed with discomfort, & shrugged her off. "yeah, i'm fine."

he turned his attention back to you & shindo. bakugou's hands sparked ever so suddenly when he took in the scene in front of him. you were eating up all of shindo's praises & brags. your hands tried to squeeze around his biceps but you just couldn't connect your hands. "wow, your muscles are so big~ you must be strong."

"of course i am, i gotta be so i can impress pretty girls like you after all," he winked at you. for a moment, you glanced at bakugou, feeling his harsh glare, & he looked like he was about to explode. you didn't know why though, doesn't he have what he wanted already? he has uraraka right there, & yet he's still mad at you. he still owes you your journal too, so the two of you were not on good terms.

"sorry, i didn't mean to get carried away," you told shindo, pulling your hands away.

as the two of you walked towards uraraka & bakugou, shindo said, "i don't mind, you can touch me wherever, whenever."

you couldn't help but laugh out loud. "god, you're such a flirt!"

"you seem to love it though-"

"y/n, would you stop being a hoe for one second & train like you're supposed to?" bakugou said to you, hands stuffed inside his pockets, looking so nonchalant. you blinked a moment, & you waited for uraraka to say something or to rush by your side. she didn't do any of that

all she said was, with a giggle & eyes staring at bakugou, "that was mean." yeah, it was. it really was. the tips of your ears burned in humiliation, your palms became sweaty, & your breathing was uneven. after uraraka was done ogling bakugou, she looked at you, & her eyes widened. never in her entire childhood friendship did she see that expression on your face.

"dude, i don't know who think you are, but don't talk to her like that," shindo said, stepping forward & slightly in front of you. your tense shoulders relaxed just a bit-- someone is in your corner.

the amused bakugou turned pissed off when your new, little boy-toy went to your rescue, even though he knew you didn't need rescuing. "h-hey, let's save it for training, yeah-"

"i'll talk to y/n however i want, damn weak fuck," bakugou replied, copying his movements & stepping forward. "you're just like her: fucks anything that moves, huh?"

"bakugou-"

"that's it!" you shouted as you shoved bakugou away from shindo. the three of them -bakugou, uraraka, & shindo- were shocked to say the least. he pushed you too far all for entertainment & some obsession. "you're such a goddamn coward, you know that? all you are is a bully who's play-pretending to be a hero! you're such a control freak that, even after you stole my best friend, you still need to have something over me, so you won't give me back my stupid journal. & worst of all, you just stare & glare & act like i'm scum when you're the actual piece of shit! & you're not even ashamed! you want everyone to know! i hate you so much!"

after your tangent/rant, you walked away, quirk firing left & right. you didn't need to hear whatever bakugou was going to say next, it was probably be something so degrading that winds up in her next journal entry.

the three of the gawked at you, watching you walk straight to the state-of-the-art punching bags. uraraka was the first to speak. "i'll talk to her. i've never seen her that... mad. it was like she was a whole new person-"

"you guys are terrible classmates. there was no reason to say any of that. i'll go talk with her," shindo cut uraraka off. before either of them could do anything, bakugou was already strutting towards you, gauntlets sparking.

"who does she think she is?" they heard him utter. they were out of earshot, however, when he said, "making me fuckin' hard then walking away. damn tease."

he caught up to you in no time. you were almost to the punching bags when he grabbed your wrist, his hand was warm & a stinging sensation engulfed your wrist.

uraraka & shindo watched as the two of you screamed at each other, you shoving him, him glaring at you, you throwing a piece of your costume at him. honestly, it would've been comedic if it wasn't for bakugou pressing your buttons.

"what are they? toxic exes or something?" shindo questioned as they began to walk towards the fighting two.

"oh, no, not at all! i would've known," uraraka told him, "they're just... um... friends i think. maybe enemies."

"i can tell that much."

when the actual training began, you & bakugou tried to separate from each other. you were paired with shindo & him with uraraka. but, because of the conditioning & the way today's training was set up, it was inevitable that you two would interact again.

like at lunch, the two of you sat across each other at a table, eating your lunches. you didn't bother speaking, you didn't even want to see bakugou ever again, after all.

or at the water fountain, when he said, "hurry up." & so you took longer, even though you weren't thirsty anymore.

or when you had to rotate partners & bakugou was your only option. the two of you, against the rules, threw quirk-backed attacks each other.

& that's how you two ended up being excused early. while everyone else was getting better, you were locked out & forced to change back into your school uniform, & the only person with you was bakugou.

when you left the changing room, he was leaning against the wall-- almost like he was waiting for you. "you done being mad at me?"

"no, i'm not, & i'll never stop being mad at you," you said, walking right past him. he followed close behind you.

"listen, i didn't mean to embarrass you. i didn't know you'd get so pissy."

"what did you think was gonna happen?!"

"i don't know, okay?" the two of you were yelling at this point.

"you have ochaco, can you please just give me my journal & leave me alone? you two can be happy far, far away from me," you said, cursing yourself for choking up. you mentally prepared for the teasing & "witty" comebacks bakugou had in store.

instead, he asks, "are you jealous?"

"what?"

"are you jealous?"

you scoffed, opening the door to the dorm building. "don't flatter yourself, big guy."

"i'm being serious," he said to you as he leaned on the counter. you were so hungry that you didn't really care bakugou was watching you cook. "because i was."

"what are you getting at, bakugou?" you asked, putting a pot of water on the stove, bringing it to a boil.

"i was so jealous today," he said.

"of what?"

"of damn shindo kid," he responded back. your angered expression contorted into a puzzled one as you looked up at him. when you didn't reply, he continued, "if i knew stupid one liners got your attention, i would've been doing that sooner."

you couldn't believe what you were hearing. the guy who's been making the past few months hell was confessing something you never expected. "what about ochaco, hm? i thought you needed her to breath or something."

"yeah, i guess i liked her at first, & that's why i needed your help," he admitted. he then fished a journal, your journal, out of his bag & stood up. he walked towards you, hand outstretched with your beloved diary in his grasp. you reached out for it when he lifted it above your head with a taunting smirk. "but then i realized that i wanted you this entire time."

--nsfw starts here--

"you're just saying stupid things to get a rise out of me, bakugou," you rolled your eyes at him. you placed a hand on his chest as you jumped for your journal, fingers touching it ever so lightly. it was just out of reach.

you thought you had it, he brought the notebook down. however, you didn't have it. he threw it on the counter behind you, & the hand the was holding it snakes around your waist. his other hand grabbed your face, stroking your cheek as he kissed you.

you don't know why, but you found your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. without breaking your lips apart, he pushed you against the counter, pinning you between his two arms now. his tongue, the tongue that craved you since that unknown night, licked your lips before fighting yours for dominance. his thigh was between your legs. he pressed your core against him, & you moaned.

bakugou shut off the burner during your kiss. he was expecting the two of you to escape into his room, but when you threw off his tie & unbuttoned his shirt eagerly, he knew he needed you right then & there.

the two of you broke your kiss, & he placed his head in the crook of your neck. "you get off on making me jealous, don't you? that's why you were flirting with stupid shindo?"

"wh-whatever, you jerk. you act like you weren't basically grinding on ochaco in front of me all the time?"

bakugou laughed into the nape of your neck. "grinding? all we did was talk."

"same fuckin' thing," you growled in frustration.

"i didn't know you were so jealous of her."

"oh, fuck off, asshole," you said. you were quickly shut up by him biting your sensitive spots all over your neck, sucking & licking to create hickeys.

he took off your tie & ripped open your shirt. he unhooked your bra, throwing it god knows where. "take this fuckin' thing off," he uttered, helping you out of your torn clothes.

"h-hey!"

"shut up, & take it. i'll buy you a new one," he said before fondling your breasts. you bit your lip as your grinded against his meaty thigh. your wetness, even though you had panties on, began staining his slacks.

"bakugou~" you whispered, voice shaking.

"it's katsuki tonight, dummy," he told you, turning you around & bending you over the counter. you brushed your journal out of the way as you pressed you tits onto the cold, granite countertop.

with three fingers, he pinched your pussy through your panties so his middle one snuck in between your lips. "stop being a tease & fuck me already." if only you knew.

"be patient, woman," scowled katsuki, smacking your ass. he set of small sparks when he hit your cheek. "you can't take this cock yet. i'm doing you a goddamn favor."

you doubted him, you really did. he was so cocky & arrogant, how could you not? "i can take your tiny dick any day, don't underestimate me."

katsuki let out a hearty, sarcastic laugh. "you really think so, dumb bitch?" he unclicked his belt, dropping his pants & boxers around his ankles. he started to grind against your ass, & you swore up & down it felt like deja vu.

you gasped as you felt his length between your ass. you've had dreams about cocks that big, sure, but you didn't know they actually existed. "wh-what the fuck?"

"what? still think you take me? still think i'm tiny, sweetheart?" katsuki taunted as he took off your panties. he pressed your thighs around his cock, the base of it stimulating your swollen clit. he thrusted gently; it was so against his brash, aggressive character.

you were not one to back down, so at least you stayed true to your character. "yeah, i can take your skinny ass dick-" you were cut off by katsuki spreading your ass & shoving his girthy length into your throbbing heat. you screamed, tongue hanging out of your mouth as you tried to adjust to him.

he wouldn't let you though. katsuki, once inside your tight pussy, started pounding you. he shoved his cock head into your g-spot over & over, making you quiver & pulsate around him. "sl-sl-slow d-down!" you begged between thrusts. in response, he pulled your head back with your hair. you arched uncomfortably; your pelvis was still against the edge of the counter, but your head was pulled so far back that you could see katsuki's face.

"you think you're all that? you think you can just flirt with all these other guys in front of me? you fuckin' slut," he spat into your mouth, not that it mattered since it mixed with your drool & fell out of your mouth & onto your cold body. "i own you now. i own this mouth, i own this pussy, i own this ass, i own you."

"f-f-"

"c'mon, pathetic whore. say it."

"fuck y-you, katsuki." oh, you were a brat through & through clearly.

katsuki has had enough of your retaliation. you were supposed to be a brainless bimbo begging for more, yet here you were, surprising him again. any bit of consciousness you had, he was going to fuck out if you.

he, without pulling out, let go of your hair & made you stand up. he grabbed both your legs & hoisted you into this air. his hands found their way behind your head, & you couldn't move. you were nothing more than a cum dumpster to him now. "you know, if anyone walks through that door, they're gonna see you folded in half, tears streaming down your face with my cock balls deep in your dripping pussy, & they'd realize how much of a slut you are, & they'd know that you're all mine."

you didn't mean to, but your pussy clenched around his cock tighter as more of your juices squirted onto the linoleum floor. "oh, you like that, princess?"

you moaned in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he praised you. "aw, how pathetic. you must love when i call you cute nicknames & tell you how good you're doing." with whatever head movement you had, you nodded.

"that's a shame because you've been nothing but dirty, i can't treat you like a good girl until you deserve it."

"p-please! i'll do anything!" you cried out, then you started twitch uncontrollably around him. a white, hot wave of pleasure washed over you as you creamed all over his cock. he wasn't done yet, he still abused your cervix, making you beg for him to stop, or at least slow down.

his thrusts turned rapid as he started to groan about how you were all his, how he wasn't going to let any other man look at you, how he would be the only one you ever think about. you knew that was all true. "y/n, you fuckin' bitch, i hate you & your pretty, little face. take it all," he yelled as he unloaded his load into your tight pussy.

you screamed in overwhelming pleasure, squirting all over him once again. the two of you caught your breaths. he set you down once his cock finally stopped twitched, & he spun you around to embrace you. "i'm so sorry, y/n. i promise i'll be the best boyfriend in the world, just give me a chance. i know we're enemies or whatever, but i don't wanna be that anymore, & i don't want to be whatever this is; just fucking like we hate each other then go our separate ways." you've never seen this side of katsuki before.

"i-i'd like that, i'd like to be your girlfriend."

you hated him. you hated how he made you feel. you hated how he infected your mind, how he ruined you for any other man. you hated how you knew you needed him.

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nonidol!seungmin x afab!reader

college!au

Warnings : smut. MDNI!! adult content below, brat tamer seungmin?, use of pet names, enemies to lovers trope?, unprotected sex (no not do this), tutor seungmin, etc.

a/n : this has been stored in my drafts for so long unfinished.. but i decided to finish it and its so bad?! im gon sob. Butttt… my inbox if always open for req so feel free to ask !

wc: 5k (5,069)

“Can’t you see where you’re going?!” the guy in front of you said. More like above you, since you were on the floor with your books everywhere and your spilled coffee to the side. It was so embarrassing, trying to get into the library’s “office” room for people who study or work to get some work done when you ran into this guy on his way out.

I mean what a jerk, right? It was your fault, but a person who was thinking straight and is a decent human being would have said “it’s okay” and help you up!

The concrete floor was cold, the winter days adding more of this chilliness. Your bottom hurt from the fall. You just looked up at him to see his face in an annoyed scrunch. He noticed you staring and he met your gaze. He sighed.

“C’mon, get up,” he said, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You looked between him and his hand. You reluctantly reached out for it, grasping his hands. He tugged backwards for you to get up.

“Thanks.. i guess,” you said, dusting off your coat and crouching down to pick up your books.

“Is that how you thank someone?” He said, catching you off guard. You stood up after picking up your books.

"What?" You responded, staring at him. He raised his eyebrow, making it seem like he was intimidating you.

"Want me to say it again?" he said, crossing his arms with his backpack slung over his shoulder. "is. that. how. you. thank. someone?"

"Fucking no!" you yelled out of frustration. "What as in is that something to say to someone? Are you this rude on a daily basis?"

“Whatever,” he shrugged, bumping into your shoulder as he left his own way. That was so obvious that it was on purpose! You could feel the way he smirked once he walked away.

What the fuck. Who even was he?

You’re mind was on this random guy the whole time you were trying to study. Trying to right down your notes in your notebook would just lead you back to slamming your fist on the table out if frustration. You sighed, leaning back against the chair you were sitting in. It’s been 2 hours and you barely got your work done. You were tired. You were frustrated. You need a break.

You left your stuff as is on the single desk. No one in the library cared enough to steal stuff. It was never said so, but everyone knew that no one steals stuff in the library.

You walked into the nearby convenience store once you got out, wanting to get some snacks and some coffee to keep you awake all night.

You reached the area where they kept the drink when you spotted your favorite brand of coffee sitting on the shelves. Lucky for you, it was the last one. You cheered mentally, walking over to grab it.

However, when you were reaching your hand out to grab it, another hand reached it first, grabbing it off the shelf. You turned to your left to see who stole your coffee. And nonetheless, it was the guy that you bumped into earlier in front of the library.

“You!” You screamed, glancing over to the coffee in his grasp. He was tossing it up like he won a battle or something, like a victory prize.

He groaned.

“Not you again,” he sighed, turning around to head over to the register.

“Wait!” You screamed, making him turn back to face you. You really didn’t mean to call him out like that. But you were desperate. No other coffee brand fit your taste. “Give me that coffee.”

“What? Are you fucking crazy. Finders keepers, losers weepers,” he said. “Go cry to your mommy about it.”

This son of a bitch.

"C'mon. Give me that coffee. Be a gentleman, would you?" you told him, reaching your hand out.

"What, no." he shrugged, shaking the can of coffee in his hand right in front of your face. "It's mine now."

This infuriated you. Who does he think he is?

You snatched his hand away. He looked a bit shocked for a second, before his "O" shaped mouth turned into a smirk. How could anyone be this annoying?

"FINE!!" you yelled, crossing your arms. "keep that stupid coffee all for your stupid self."

He shook the can in front of you for a second before dropping his hand, knowing you would swipe it away again.

"Okayy~" he said. "My stupid self will take this stupid coffee and leave~" he mockingly said. He turned around and walked to the register, laughing.

You cursed him in your head a million times, opening to fridge door to get a random cup of coffee you never tried before. This'll have to do.

୨ৎ

"fuck!" you screamed, jumping out of bed turning off your alarm clock. You were late. Late for your last class of the season before your exams. You sighed, running over to your bathroom to get ready.

Finally after around 7 minutes, you surprisingly got ready in comfortable sweatpants and a sweater, fitted nicely for the cold weather. You rushed toward your class building, running in and finally reaching your lecture hall.

"Ms Y/LN, you're late." your professor, Lee Minho, announced for the whole lecture hall to hear. Embarrassed, you bowed to him quickly, a way for you to say sorry, and quickly found your seat next to Felix, your best friend.

"Were you on your phone all night again?" he asked you as you sat down next to him, sighing.

"What? No!" you exclaimed, crossing your arms and glaring at him. "Who do you think I am?"

"Then what were you doing?"

Before you could answer him, your professor hit his pointer stick on his desk to get everyone's attention.

"You guys all remember about the exam you guys are taking in 2 days, yes?" he asked, followed by a unison of yes's. "Well good. I know some of you are having a bit of trouble studying. This is why I have a special guest."

That was when a figure walked through the lecture hall door dressed in a simple oversized t-shirt and sweatpants, followed by a backpack slung over one of his shoulder. You groaned when you saw the figure's face, sighing as Felix looked over to you for any answers. It was the guy that you kept running into. That jerk who had no manners.

"This is Seungmin, everyone." Mr lee announced, putting a hand on his shoulder. So that was his name. "He was top of the class last semester. He did leave.. worst decision, am i right? But he did agree to help students who are having trouble with the exam, since he too had to take it before."

That was when you noticed that he noticed you in the small crowd of people sitting in the lecture hall. He smirked. He fucking smirked.

"Do you know him?" You heard lix saying.

"Remember that guy I told you I ran into? That's him!" You complained, hiding your face into the palm of your hands as you let out a loud sigh.

"Oh girl.." he said, letting out a small airy laugh.

"If you are having trouble, sign the paper that is sitting on my desk at the end of the class. You'll have small, extra classes with Seungmin whenever you choose to, since the sign up sheet has time slots for each person. You could choose whether to have a 1 on 1 or a small group study session." Mr lee explained while Seungmin went over to his desk to hold up the sign up sheet.

"Stop." You whispered to Felix. "I need help. Like what the fuck are those questions on the study guide? ughh, but I can't ask him." you complained.

"Of course you can. Let's just sign up together for a group study session and we could stick together, yeah?" He offered. You accepted, knowing you had to get help in some way.

After class, Mr lee dismissed you guys so that you guys can either go and be free or sign up. You had to pack up, so Felix, who was faster than you, went ahead to sign both of you guys up.

You caught up with him soon after. His expression seemed bad.

"uhm.. so. Every group session that was available was full.. so I just signed up for a 1 on 1.. and that's the only option you also have."

"What!!'" you exclaimed, making way for you to see the sign up sheet for yourself. You groaned, looking at all the names that were next to the group study sessions. Well what choice did you have? You really did need some help to pass this exam.

୨ৎ

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! You repeated in your head while you were standing right in front of the door of the small mini lecture hall that is provided for students. Students such as Seungmin to tutor.

Based on the sign up sheet, you were the last one he was going to be tutoring. The campus was silent, with everyone being in their dorms or professors doing their own stuff.

You straightened your clothes, making sure he wouldn’t look down on you again, literally.

You pushed on the door, trying to make it open. Instead, a figure opened the door the other way, making you bump your head lightly and fall backwards. You fell, landing on your ass.

“Pfft” you heard. You looked up a bit, placing a hand on the spot on your forehead that got hit. It was yet again Seungmin who was looking down at you with a pair of glasses sitting lightly on the bridge of his nose. “Did you seriously try to push? It says pulls right below the handle.”

Oh.

“Ugh, whatever..” you protested, getting up by yourself, dusting your clothes off. “Why were you even coming out of that room? Now I have this bruise on my forehead..”

“I saw you struggling through the window,” he shrugged, going back into the mini lecture hall. “Come in when you’re ready.”

You groaned. This was not going to be a delightful hour.

୨ৎ

“Move this bla bla move that bla bla and the exponent bla bla graph this and the answer is….” Was all you heard while Seungmin sat in front of the desk you were sitting at, using his pencil and scribbling all over the paper. “Now you try.”

“Huh.”

“Huh,” He said mockingly, pushing his glasses higher. “Were you seriously not listening to me?”

“Not really..”

“You think you’re gonna pass the exam like this?”

“No..”

“Ok here. Let me explain it again. You see the first digit? Get that and multiply these to get the term. These terms are common, yes? Multiply them.”

He continued to explain, saying how this is a part of the easier questions.

“You try.” He said, placing the pencil he was holding in front of you, glancing at the pencil indicating for you to start.

After about 3 minutes, you placed the pencil down. Seungmin turned away from his own study to look at it.

“Nice. You got that right. Let me give you 3 more questions.” He said, quickly jotting down numbers, letters, and symbols. “There. Can you try these?”

You nodded.

10 minutes passed, and you handed the paper to him. He looked over your answers, nodding at some and squinting at others.

“This one’s wrong.” He explained, turning the paper so that you could see it and pointing at the second one you did. “Look at it again. Can you point out what’s wrong?”

You shook your head. It looked right in your eyes, but obviously it was wrong.

“On the second step you made a mistake. Simple mistake. You multiplied these wrong.”

“Oh.” you simply stated, grabbing the paper again. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Unless you’re apologizing for how you’re wasting my time.”

“Whatever, jerk.” you fought back, grabbing your pencil and fixing your mistake.

Quickly, you handed him back the paper.

“There.”

“Ok.. that’s better.” He said, taking off his glasses. “Time’s up. Come back tomorrow, same time, yeah?”

You groaned loudly, loud enough so that he could hear you.

“Do you not want to pass your exams?”

“Never said that! It’s just a pain in the ass to be taught by you, especially.”

“Seems like someone doesn’t want to pass.” He remarked, packing his backpack with the books he had.

“No i do!” You said, packing your own things in your bag. That’s when you noticed him taking something out of his backpack.

“Here. For you.” He said, sliding over a can of coffee, your favorite brand, across the table.

“Ew.” you said, gliding it back.

“Didn’t want to say this but this girl that has a crush on me bought it for me. Gross! Take it. It’s gross like you.”

You scoffed.

“I don’t need coffee from someone like you.” You remarked, sticking your tongue out at him before running away and leaving the classroom.

“Brat.”

୨ৎ

“How was tutoring?” Felix asked you as you sat down minutes before your lecture with Mr lee started.

“It sucked! Total pain in the ass, yknow.”

“Well me personally it did help. I understood it more,” Felix said, patting your shoulder to comfort you. “He even said i was good enough that I don’t have to come back today!”

“Lucky!!” You exclaimed, pouting at him. “He told me I had to come back today. I suck.”

“It’s fine. As long as you pass the exam, yeah?”

“I guess.”

That’s when Mr lee tapped his pointer stick on his desk.

“I heard some students who signed up yesterday did very well! And i also heard some students still need more help. If you have any questions, feel free to go ask Seungmin in lecture hall 4a after this lecture is over.”

Obviously you knew you had to go again. He said it himself. How you dreaded for the moment lecture ended.

୨ৎ

“Ughhh. You’re back.” Seungmin said the moment you walked in through the door. He was leaning back against his own chair, legs crossed with a simple sweatpants and a white tank top with a windbreaker on.

You scoffed.

“You told me to be back, idiot.” You said, sitting down in your seat you were in last time.

“idiot?” Seungmin said in disbelief, letting out an airy laugh.

“Yes. Idiot.” You spat out, crossing your arms along with your legs, leaning back against the chair.

You were wearing a denim skirt today with tights underneath it with a white tank top, topped with a thick jacket over it. You were planning to hang out with your friends later that day, just to get some stress off before the exam tomorrow. With your legs crossed, your skirt rid up your thighs, making you more exposed. You didn’t care, you barely even noticed.

But he did. Seungmin did.

Your plush thighs wrapped around the tights had him staring for a second, looking back up at you in your eyes with a glare.

“Fucking brat.”

What? What did he just call you?

“What?” You said in disbelief, rolling your eyes and glaring up at him. “What did you just call me?”

“You really aren’t the type to listen, aren’t you?” He said, walking closer to you. “I said you’re a fucking brat.”

“What the fuck? Why are you so-“ you started to say. But before you could even let another word out, he leaned down, putting his face as close to yours as possible. You felt his breath every time he exhaled. You were squirming in your seat. Why was he so close? It was obvious that Seungmin was the good looking type. It was a fact. You even overheard some girls while walking to your lecture saying how hot he was. You never really saw it until he put his face close to yours until it was only a centimeter away.

His eyes were dark, alluring you into his deep, dark brown eyes. His nose was pretty sharp, with light, natural blush covering his cheeks. You looked down even more. His lips were as plush as marshmallow. So plush. So soft to the point you wanted to kis-

What? Why were you thinking this? You don’t like Seungmin. You hate him. So why was your core pulsing around nothing and wetting your panties every second.

“Tell me you don’t want this” he said under his breath. “I’ll stop.” But you didn’t answer, staring into his deep eyes, wanting him.

“please..” you whispered. You heard a faint brat before grabbing your chin with one hand, placing the other on the desk next to you to steady himself, and leaning in to kiss you.

Why the hell did he kiss you?

Truth be told, he liked you ever since he glanced over and saw you studying your ass off one day during his library visit. You looked cute. Your round glasses perched on your nose bridge that you got rid of when it was day time with a lollipop in between your pink, plump lips.

Then, he saw you sometimes in the hallways, all flirty and talkative with your gfs and your friends. You seemed so bratty with the way you talked with your friends. It was hot.

When he bumped into you that one day, he couldn’t help but be happy. That was also when he realized that you were definitely a brat.

He didn’t want to admit it, but he sometimes came to him dorm, lock himself in his room, and jack himself off to the thought of you. To the thought of him brat taming a bitch like you. You under his hands squirming while taking in his cock in your tight cunt. Imagining this would only lead to soiling his clothes he was wearing.

He couldn’t help it.

You were already hot enough when you didn’t wear make up, but seeing you all dressed up would make him go crazy. Like you were all dressed up for him. For his cock.

Your lips were like cushion against his. So soft. So warm. So hot.

You whimpered into the kiss, which he quickly swallowed. His tongue caressed your bottom lip, making you slightly part them, allowing his tongue to intrude your mouth.

Out of breath you pulled back with a saliva string still connecting you and Seungmin. You were panting, looking up at him.

“J-jerk” you managed to stutter out, not sure why you said it. He got face to face with you again, landing light slaps onto your cheek.

“Are you gonna listen to me, brat?”

You whined a bit at the pain you felt on the right side of your face. He chuckled.

“You like pain? Are you a pain slut?”

You nodded slowly. No one knew this. It was your own little secret. But the stare Seungmin gave you was so endearing it just came out of you. He smiled, grabbing you by the wrist to pull you up. He swung you, making you hit the edge of the table. He leaned closer yet again. “Gonna let me do what I want?”

You smirked a bit, nodding slowly yet again.

He leaned in to make out with you again. Which you gladly accepted. Mid-kiss, his hands slowly went down to grab you by the waist. He lifted you up, placing you to sit on top of the desk. He pulled away. You were squeezing your thighs, trying to get some friction to your core. That was when he took his hand and started to grope your plush thighs. You let out a sigh of a moan.

“Open for me, yeah?”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You said, glaring at him.”

“You’re such a fucking brat.”

You did as he said contrast to your words, slowly spreading your legs out for Seungmin. He grinned. Oh how you wanted to slap the fuck out of him. He took his jacket off at that time, too, revealing his pretty slender arms with muscles hidden underneath. It wasn’t very visible, but him being so close to you, you saw the hidden veins in them and it turned you in more.

His slender fingers started to rub your clothed core, making you whine.

“W-wait.” You looked up to him. “What if we get caught? The door is unlocked.”

“Better keep quiet than, yeah?” He smirked, grinning a proud smile as he made his way toward your tight’s waistband, until you heard a loud RIP.

“What the fuck?!!” You exclaimed looking down to see a big, gaping hole in your tights in your crotch area. “You better pay for those.”

All he did was shrug, before bringing his fingers closer to your panties, gliding his digits over the lace on the fabric.

“Lace, huh?”

He slid his fingers over your clothed cunt, gathering the wetness that was dripping out of you, making a wet patch on your panties.

“You’re so wet. All wet for me baby?”

You nodded, looking down at his fingers go to work on you. They were long, in general, his hand size was huge.

“Can I?” He asked while tugging slightly at your panties. You looked dazed, not even wanting to fight it off. You wanted this. He took that as a yes, sliding your panties to one side, the cold air now hitting your warm cunt. You winced at the feeling. You felt his digits going below, but without any warning, his cold finger penetrated your warm cunt, making your whine out at the feeling. It really was long. The cold added an extra bit of sensation. Seungmin chuckled, landing a peck on your cheek.

“Baby can’t handle one finger?”

You shook your head. Who did he think you were.

“I c-can” you muttered out, which allowed him to slide in a second finger. You grabbed onto his bare forearms to balance yourself. He curled his fingers in and out of you, making whines and moans fall out of your lips. His long, slender fingers reached your g spot, making you bend over with high pitched whimpers falling out of tour mouth.

“Shh,” he quieted you. “Remember, there still might be some people outside.” You covered your mouth with your hand, making him laugh, still curling his fingers deep into you. He knew there was barely any people on the campus at this time, let alone this building. But why would he tell you that?

He pulled out his digits, making you cry from the feeling of loss.

“Seungmin, I want you.” You whined, but he shut you up with his fingers that were just inside of you. You groaned at the taste of yourself, looking up at him with teary eyes from both pleasure and yearn.

He felt his cock grow harder in the confinements in his pants. You teary eyed with your mascara running loose slowly but surely.

“You’re gonna get me, alright? Just be patient, brat.”

He pulled away his digits out of your mouth, giving a small kiss on your lips before pulling his pants down.

It was hard to see due to the bagginess of his sweatpants, but his growing bulge was clearly visible to you now. He was big. Or at least you could tell from the angle you were sitting in. Oh how badly you wanted his cock to penetrate you so deeply-

“You’re staring.”

You woke up from your thoughts, looking back up to look at Seungmin’s eyes. He’s smirking. He could tell what you wanted.

“Get down.” He said, nodding to the floor in front of him.

“What?” You fought back. “I’m not doing that! That’s gonna spoil my-“

“Didn’t you hear me? Get on the floor.”

A shiver was sent down your spine, along with the feeling of your panties getting wetter and wetter.

You obliged, slowly scooting off the table before you got on your knees, feeling the cold floor hit your warm skin. You were now face to face with his crotch, still confined. You looked up at him.

What was with you always below him and him always looking down at you with that condescending look?

He hooked his finger through the waistband of his boxers, pulling it down slightly, making his cock bounce up, his tip hitting his abdomen, and it was right in your face.

It was big. His cock was long with a bit of girth with veins running along his length. His red tip already spilling out some precum.

You looked back up at him to see him smirking the shit out of his face.

“Suck me off and I’ll see if you could have my cock, ok?”

You wanted to beat the shit out of him. Who did he think he was to control you like that.

But you couldn’t help it.

You leaned in a bit, now with your lips only a few centimeters away from the tip of his cock. You stuck out your tongue, coming in contact with his salty tip covered in precum. You winced at the taste. You wrapped your lips around his tip, now slowly taking in more and more of his length. You heard him groan. You smirked, still having his length in your mouth.

You slowly lifted your head, then going back in, repeating this movement while still hearing him slowly pant out.

“Fuck- you’re so stubborn” he grunted out before he grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail. He bobbed your head on his length himself, making you moan along with him grunting with the feeling of your warm lips wrapping around his length.

You moaned around his length, causing vibrations to hit his girth. He grunted.

Seungmin pulled you off his length, making you cough a bit, wiping the saliva that was dripping on your chin with the palm of your hand.

He pulled you back up, tugging your hair with his hand that was still tangled up in a makeshift ponytail. He brought your face closer, giving you a kiss before setting you back up on the desk.

Your pussy was throbbing, begging for attention. You pouted at Seungmin, who had a thirsty look in his eyes while eyeing your figure up and down while you were sitting there, neatly on his desk.

"Just fuck me already, min." you argued, looking up at him with a pleading look.

"Be patient, fucking brat." he retorted. Despite his words, he took his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly while staring at your face who was basically drooling at the sight of his tip disappearing and reappearing in the fist of his hand. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to get some friction on your cunt. He chuckled, noticing your expression and your movements. "You're eager, pup. I'll give what you want, just be patient, okay?"

The pet name made you squirm. Who knew you were such a slut for meager names?

He slapped your thigh, indicating you to open your legs so that your sweet cunt could be exposed for him. You obliged, opening them slowly until your wet pussy was out just for him.

"You obey easily, don't you? Just like a loyal dog." You nodded, eagerly, only focused on what would his cock feel like when he stretched you out. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan awaiting to come out just from the desire of his length.

He got closer, leaning in to give you a kiss on the lips, distracting you while he brought his cock closer and closer to your tight pussy. He pulled away, looking down to focus on you. He slapped your pussy with his hot length, making you wince from the sensation. It wasn't enough. You wanted more. No. You needed more.

"Just fuck me.. you're so slow, min," you pouted.

"Stop fucking complaining," he hissed, before lining his length against your hole and thrusting in without warning. You gasped, feeling his cock penetrate you so deeply. He grunted himself, feeling your tight walls engulf his length. "fuck- you're so tight pup."

You mewled as he pulled his length out, just for him to thrust back in, deep inside your soppy cunt. He thrusted for a bit, making you pant and a chorus of moans and whimpers fall out of your lips. He, too, let out groans.

He pulled you by the hair, forcing you to look up at him. Your eyes swelling up in tears as his rhythm didn’t stop.

“Look at me, pup.” You did. Focusing your attention on Seungmin’s face. He smirked. “Good little puppy, yeah?” he said before bringing you in for a sloppy kiss. Spit everywhere, drooling down your chin, teeth clashing as he thrusted into you. You whimpered, the pain in your scalp as he pulled you in closer. He let go, a spit string connecting both of your guys’ tongues.

“M-min,” you managed to whimper out. He hummed in response, grabbing you by the waist to thrust in deeper. You mewled. The knot in your stomach began to tighten, making you grip along the edge of the table you were so nicely placed on.

“Gonna cum, little puppy?”

you nodded fastly, moving your grip onto his tank top. It tightened, your grip as long as the knot in your stomach.

He maneuvered your right leg a bit higher, and with a final thrust, you came. Your jaw dropped, eyes shut as pleasure overwhelmed you as he kept hitting your cervix.

With a few more, he too, came, coating your walls white. You both breathed heavily together in unison. Looking at his face filled with pleasure was so.. so alluring. His eyebrows scrunched together with his eyes closed.

He pulled out, shoving his length back in his cock as he packed his bags.

“M-min?” You said in confusion, still practically naked sitting on top of his desk. He looked back up at you with his backpack hung over his shoulder.

“C’mon. Round two at my place.” He said it so casually, but also as a sort of question.

“Uh..” you muttered, hopping off the desk, smoothing out your skirt. “Yea-“

Before you even finished, he grabbed you by the wrist, turning off the lights to the mini lecture hall and leading you out the door.

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WARNING : MANHANDLING, DEGRADATION, PRAISE, FEAR PLAY, DOUBLE PENETRATION, KNIFE PLAY, BONDAGE, SPIT PLAY, MASK KINK, IMPACT PLAY, OVERSTIMULATION, BLOOD, PRIMAL PLAY, SIZE KINK, DARK CONTENT! NSFW, (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N : The story will be substantially altered, and certain portions may not be linked to the original lore of COD. I do not play the game, nor am I educated in the military field; this is simply self indulgent. ALL OF THIS ARE A WORK OF FICTION AND IS LABELED AS DARK CONTENT, PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

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— Ghosts are a tale, a haunting narrative; some may find them symbolic, but they are essentially a mental construct; some may believe in them, while others do not. They are terrifying, instilling fear in the hearts of those who cross them.

Your trembling fingers grasp the firm soil beneath you, gripping it with might. The thumping of your heart synchronizes with the heaves of your chest, under your nails are caked with dirt, twigs and dead leaves entangling with your hair. You’ve been running for what felt like hours now, you’ve fallen and got back on the soles of your bare feet more times than you can count, your frail fingers grazing the tender bruises trailing down your thighs as you try to ignore the constant throbbing in your skull.

A twig snapping causes your head to snap up, wintry wands, waved by nature's hand, take on a bold black silhouette in silvery air; a sob caught in your throat. You get up by the palms of your hands, sliding your back up against the tree as you run, tears blurring your vision by the sheer fear that has its grip in your heart. Multiple debris has dug into your foot but you paid no attention. Through the dance of fog, the twirl of mist, a small, cozy cabin sits atop of firm land, big enough to play cat and mouse with whoever is running after you. You immediately seek shelter, your frail body slamming the aging, oak door. You slam it shut, pushing an old book case to block the door with whatever strength you had left.

You grab ahold of the ends of your dress, wet from the rain and caked with mud, wringing it with your hands. You start to look around, a measly wooden chair and table sits on the corner, spotlighted by the moonlight, book shelves after book shelves that are littered with rubbish. Your feet thud against the wooden floor as you near the lone desk. A wall of newspapers, pages torn from magazines and books are slacked onto the peeling walls. You grab one that piqued your interest, ripping it off the wall and reading it with trembling fingers.

As you take in the information, a prickling sensation by your nape alerts your senses, tears brimming your eyes as your gut drops. The paper crinkled in your hand as you fell to your knees. “No, no, no!”

“Found you.” Strong arms held you by your armpits, lifting you into the air. A scream tore from your throat, pain spiraling up to your spine by being slammed onto a shelf. “Fuck! What do you want from me, please let me go!-” You were interrupted by a pointer finger touching your cold lips, “Shh” he said. You finally had the courage to open your eyes, widening as you were faced with a man bigger than you, his face concealed in a skull mask, eyes blown with primality. Your mind, hazed from previous events, is confused by the calmness emanating from him, but the danger was overpowering.

Your whimpers subside as tears lick the flesh of your cheeks. He brings you into the bathroom, tying your arms to the shower head with a crimson rope he picked up on the way.

He steps back and admires his work as your chest heaves from the intakes of air, nervousness and fear wrapping it hands and gripping your throat, along with your heart.

"What did I say, hm?" He inquires gently, his deep voice rumbling deep within his chest. He's so large that you had to bend your head back to face him. As a display of defiance, you shake your head and purse your lips.

“I asked you a question, love.” He repeats, “To- To stop roaming these forests.” you respond, voice steadying. “Right, and you didn’t listen.” you can’t help but feel ashamed for defying him at his disappointed tone. “You said I can’t be here because there are dangerous people around, but you’re lying, I haven’t seen anyone around, except you.”

“Exactly.” His tone is gruff as he tears your dress off down the middle, ridding you of clothes except your underwear. You gasp and cross your leg, tugging your arms down in an attempt to cover yourself.

“You look so beautiful like this, all filthy and afraid.” As his fingers caress the apple of your cheeks. You flinch from his touch, turning your face to the side. “You scared of me love?” he says, almost humorously. “Isn’t that the reason you come here, everynight? To come see me? Because you know you’ll only get that fear you crave from me.”

“Does it make you wet, knowing that people fear me? Knowing that you’re the only one who has gotten close enough?” He chastises, “Your curiosity will get you in danger, my love.” Your stomach caves, thighs pressing together as you try to resist the nature of your very being. You tried, tried to resist the chase, the thrill, the fear that this man has brought to you, but it had gotten so addicting, so inhabitable to the point you live and breath for it.

You tell yourself that it’s wrong, so wrong to be living like this, living with threats behind, chasing after you but you couldn’t resist the temptation, couldn’t stay away from him, so raw and untouched.

His face had gotten closer, you could feel his hot breath on your cheek through his balaclava, your lips part open as you welcome all the ugly parts of him, all the sick and twisted elements that you’re willing to take from him, and he knows that with how you bare yourself to him, like an offering to a god. “Please.” One word was enough for him to kiss your lips through his mask, your hips immediately rutting against his thigh. “I’m going to fuck you til’ sunrise.”

His big hands grip the plush of your hips, helping you to tilt your hips back and forth in his thick thighs until he sees you forming a wet spot on his combat pants. “Look at that, grinding on my thigh like a little slut. My little slut.” He moves high thigh away, and you give him a desperate whine in return.

A sharp, glinting metal trails from your sternum, to your hips, a sharp cry escaping from your lips as it digs through skin, just light enough to leave a scar. The knife moves to the side of your hips, tearing through the thin fabric of your underwear, baring your swollen cunt to him.

He circles your clit with the rubber handle of his knife, spelling his name, you couldn't decipher it with your hazy mind, pleasure rolling off in waves. He trails it back up your torso, your slick sticking to your skin. “Spit on it.” He instructs and you do, sticking out your tongue and letting your saliva drip into the handle while maintaining eye contact. Your arousal and your saliva mix together as he inserts the handle into your cunt, your legs automatically widening to welcome his assault. “Feel so good” you moan through heaving breaths, he smiles under his skull mask, kneeling down on his knees as he lifts half of his mask, exposing his red lips, parted open and wet with his saliva as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth. You throw your head back, hips gyrating on his face as the knife pumps in and out of you, his hands that grips the sharp end of the knife, digging into it, his crimson blood trailing down his forearm dripping down his elbow onto the bathroom floor. Your eyebrows knit and your eyes close in pleasure, your hips shaking from the stimulation. He spits into your clit as he rubs it with his other hand, his eye trained on your face, there’s nothing he loves more than seeing your face contort with pleasure.

“Look down so you can see how I’m on my knees for you, bleeding and desperate to taste you, look and cum for me.” He stated firmly, you trail your eyes down and meet him and it was a sight you’ll never forget, pleasure climbs up your spine, coursing through your veins, consuming you whole.

“That’s it, scream for me, sounds so beautiful.” You come down from your high, head lolling to the side. He nips and sucks you clean until he’s satisfied, “That’s my good pussy, yes it is.” He coos. .

He stands back up, throwing his knife to the side as he turns you around, the rope twisting harder into your wrist as you wail in pain. His combat boots kick your left feet to the side, widening your legs for him. He grabs ahold of your waist, his other hand pressing down your lower back, arching you beautifully.

He presses his hips into your bare ass, humping and thrusting as he releases groans beside your ear, you bite your lips as you thrust back, his movements getting harsher and harsher until you hear him zip his pants down, hurriedly taking his cock out.

You look back at him, stroking his cock, standing tall with his tip swollen and dripping with pre cum, veins bulging as he grabs himself at the base, his hips rutting into his palm. “Please- want it so bad.” You plead, throwing your ass back onto his hips as he catches it with his palm, steadying you as he guides the head in. “Fuck-”

“Does that feel good?” He asks as he pulls out, and thrust back in. “Oh I bet it does.” He pants as he thrusts his hips, making you take the entirety of his length. A beaded chain, wraps around your thighs, his hand curling against it as you feel it embed into your skin, the chain dangles as he fucks into you, his dog tag.

“Fuck, it’s too much, can’t anymore-” as your hands push his pelvic back.

Smack!

“You’ll take it because I said so.” He said, thrusting harder, tilting his hips as he repeatedly hits your g-spot. “This is for doing a good job.” He whispers, wet lips ghosting the shell of your ear. You feel him spit into his hands, his thumb circling your puckered hole as he inserts it inch by inch, “And this is for being a good girl.”

“Gonna cum, gonna cum-” You warn as your head falls back onto his shoulder, he lifts both your legs up, lifting you as he continues to chase his high, his cock bulging out your stomach.

“So good love, so good, fuck, cum with me- now.” His ragged moan beside your ear pushed you to the edge, pussy clenching on his girthy length. His hot cum fills your pussy, your eyes rolling back, saliva dripping into the side of your mouth from the immense pleasure.

You feel your arms loosen, as he unties the rope that binds your hand.

“Care for a bath?” He whispers, rubbing his warm hands on your lower back as he carries you bridal style.

“What’s your name, Ghost? Will you tell me?” You ask, doe eyes pleading.

Your eyes snaps open, jaw trembling from the cry forming inside your throat. You feel your hips itch as you scratch, your scar making an appearance.

S.R

Etched into the skin of your hips, your hair sticking to your neck from the sweat. You dreamt of him again.

But that’s all he ever was, a figment of your imagination, haunting your dreams, instilling fear into your heart.

A ghost, Fantomă.

#ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon riley #ghost smut #ghost call of duty #cod mw2 #ghost mw2 #cod smut #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley smut #header by @/661ave #is he real or is y/n just delusional😧 we may never know😁

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stardust-sprinkler · 1 year

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Calling Shinsou by His Pro-Hero Name in Bed:

The first time you say it, he’s got you on your back on the desk in his office, his pants barely undone and your panties pulled to the side. His rhythm falters, his hips still as his perpetually sleepy eyes widen substantially.

It had never even crossed his mind, but suddenly it’s like a switch has been flipped—now it’s all he wants to hear from your sex-drunk lips.

He quickly realizes that you haven’t even registered saying it. Your eyes are hazy, a few tears trickling and smudging some of your eyeliner. Shallow breaths accompany needy whimpers as you try to roll your hips, frustrated beyond belief that he’s not moving. You practically sob out, “‘shi, why’d’ya stop?”

Christ, you look so beautiful, fucked-out and desperate for him.

He immediately resumes fucking you, but this time—he’s throwing your legs over his shoulders, gripping your thighs tightly enough to dig his nails into the supple flesh, and thrusting into you like it’s all he was made to do. His new pace speeds up past its predecessor, and he’s snarling out demands in a way he never has before.

“Say it again, princess…”

“Hi-hito..shi—”

Your broken attempts are cut off when a cry is torn from your throat. One of his hands had cracked against your ass hard enough to make you clench suddenly around him. His head tips back for a moment, a string of curse words being tossed towards the ceiling.

Then his gaze is locked on you once more, eyes heavily lidded, but somehow still blazing hot. “Nope. Try again, slut. And if you say Shinsou, I’m gonna turn your ass red.”

You let out a frantic mewl, wracking your addled brain for what else you could’ve called him… Something finally beckons to you.

“P-please, Mindjack — fuck me! Ha-arder, please!”

His eyes slam shut and he grits his teeth harshly, fighting to strengthen the tenuous grip he has on his sanity as he keeps his pace. You suddenly feel a hand squeezing the sides of your throat.

“What a smart little kitten… such a pretty slut for your hero, hm? Say it again.”

You obey eagerly, repetition your only focus, and he rewards you with a finger circling your clit. You scream yourself hoarse, sure anyone else working late hours could hear you, floors away. His nom de guerre is the only thing you can recall—everything else has drifted leagues away while he fucks you brainless.

This man doesn’t need his quirk to have complete control of you.

Asks are open! — follow for more mha hc, drabbles, & fics. AO3 crosspost: StardustSprinkler

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c0llisiion · 2 months

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Hihi, Idk if requests are open. But can you do Suga x fem!reader where he fucks her while her hands are behind her back…maybe degrading and dumbifaction. Possibly edging?? If you’re comfortable. ily !

FAVOURITE — M.YG

★Pairing: min yoongi + f!reader

★Genre: smut

★: not proof read, mean dom!myg , office!au , office sex , unprotected sex (practice safe sex!) , bondage , pussy slapping , fingering , dumbification , slight edging , name calling , nicknames — lmk if i missed any! ^^

★W/C: 1,479

A/N: hiii!! Sorry if this took so long 😭 tysm to user for sending me this! I had sm fun writing it! I hope it checks out all that you wanted 😞🥰 enjoy!!!

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

The bundle of files came flying at you, hitting you on the chest, The impact made you stumble back a bit. “Are you fucking stupid???” Yoongi spat at you from behind his desk. An angry scowl was plastered on his face. He slammed his hand on the desk. “I ask you one thing, and this is the result?!” You flinch at his words and actions. Your gaze was low, trying to avoid any eye contact with the furious man that stood in front of you.

Being Yoongis assistant was not as easy as you thought. You thought it would be all easygoing and happy because you were literally working for one of the biggest corporations and were hired as the personal assistant for the CEO! Isn't that a dream!!?? You would think. It was far from that. Yoongi was a sadist. He liked torturing you. Giving you the hardest assignments or tasks for you to complete and, on top of that, a very short amount of time to finish them. He made you follow millions of rules because ‘you are new, so you need guidance, right?’. You started getting why his other assistants resigned.

You stared at the ground, on the verge of tears. You were a pretty sensitive person, so him screaming at you, accompanied by the throwing of things, was the perfect recipe for your waterworks to pour. You tried staying strong and tried to put up with his attitude, but today was the last straw.

“Are you that incompetent? Is this how I taught you? You dumb fucking slut! The only thing you are good at is flirting and fucking my employees!” He snapped at you harshly. Your heart sank at his words, and you started sniffing. He noticed it almost immediately and walked towards you, his lean body towering over your small frame as he stared down at you. You stayed silent, as you were not allowed to talk back to him until he said so. You gulped before hot streams of tears started pouring down your face. Yoongi stared at you, amused, A smirk was on his face as he finally broke you. He lifted your chin up and stared into your tear-filled eyes blankly. “Pathetic… Did I really hire a crybaby?” You shook your head. “N-no.. sir… w-whatever you said is not true…” You spoke up. You stutter in fear. “What?” His grip on your chin tightened. He got closer, his other hand creeping behind and groping your plump ass. Your breath hitched at his sudden action. His hand travels down to your neck, wrapping his fingers around them as he brings your face closer to his own. “Gon’ teach you a good lesson, ‘kay? So better shut your stupid fucking mouth and listen t’ me..” he hissed. His hand on your ass went under your short pencil skirt. You gulp and shudder when you feel his long, cold fingers rubbing your wet cunt. “So fucking wet.. you like it when I get angry at you, dont you , pretty?” His other hand found your ass cheeks before spreading and giving them a tight slap. You whine as you feel his fingers prod into your cunny , your head falling onto his chest. Hot tears stained his white button up.

“S-sir.. please .. its embarrassi-“ He cut you off by landing a slap on your wet cunt. You jerk forward at the impact and sob as you watch Yoongi spread your cheeks and admire your pretty pussy. “So pretty… everything about you is perfect…” he praised. You whimpered as you felt his hot breath fanning over your bare pussy. You couldn’t do much as he had you bent over his desk, with his black valentino tie, binding your hands together behind your back. He gently placed a kiss on your slit, sending shivers down your spine. You writhed as he made out with your pussy. You gasped out as he slapped your ass. “Quit moving, bitch.” You gulped and closed your eyes as he licked a long stripe. Your eyes rolled back, and you started drooling as you felt his tongue inside of your warm walls. Yoongi buried his face in your pussy, his nose nudged inside. His tongue moved inside you with precision. A stream of your arousal ran down yoongis chin and your thighs. He moaned as he felt you clench around his tongue. “So wet. You are such a slut..” he mumbled into your pussy. You cried out as yoongis fingers found your neglected clit, slender fingers toying with the sensitive bud to overstimulate you. “S-sir… s’ too much!” Yoongi pulled away, leaving your cunt throbbing. He stood up and hovered over your small frame. You look up at him with glossy eyes, and a fucked out face, barely even being able to comprehend what’s going on. “Too much?” You nod dumbly, your eyes on the verge of tears. Yoongi's hands smoothed over your sweaty forehead, pushing away the stray hairs. “I barely started, princess..” Your mouth falls agape as you feel his fingers circle your entrance. “You disappointed me today… don’t you think i –squelch– deserve compensation..?” Your eyes roll back, and you moan as his fingers curl into your g spot. Your legs were trembling as four of his fingers went in and out off your sex, his hands already getting coated with your juices, almost reaching the cuffs of his suit jacket. Loud, squelching sounds accompanied by your soft moans bounced off the walls of his office. Yoongis other hand, found your perky nipples, playing with them through your thin shirt. “Mmm-ngh- s-sir….” You were too out of it to even speak. His fingers drove into you at an insane pace. Your mind was foggy as you slurred your words. “Gon -ngh- na.. c-cuum…” you almost felt like you were going to black out, but you were quickly brought back to earth as Yoongi pulled his fingers away. You cried out and turned around to look at Yoongi.

Your eyes almost popped out of your skull as Yoongis long cock plunged into you without a warning. Yoongi had a shit eating grin as he watched your reaction. He started moving his hips, sharp thrusts abused your walls. Your eyes crossed, and you started drooling from the sides of your mouth as Yoongi pounded into your squelching pussy. One of his hands was on your hip, keeping your body steady, and the other was on your head, squishing the side of your face. With every driving thrust into your pussy, the desk shook. You were crying and whining. Yoongi's cock was just too good. He pulled your head back, making you look into his eyes. “Look at you… all fucked out, and i barely started… feels good, princess? Does my princess like getting fucked like this? Yeah?” You whine at his words, unable to speak. You looked at him with your big, glossy eyes, lips in a pout, and eyebrows stitched together. Yoongi almost lost it after looking at your state. “Is the dick too good that my princess cant even speak?” He scoffed before wrapping his hand around your neck, bringing you closer to his body. He used his other hand to lift one of your legs up on the desk. The new position hit the right spots. You moaned as his cock continuously bruised your cervix. He would pull back all the way and plunge into you, grazing your sensitive g spot. The hand on your neck was an added stimulation. “Fuuuuuckk…- sirrr.. -hic- its too g-goodd..” “yeah? Does my pretty little slut wanna cum? Does she wanna come all over boss’s dick?” He said it in between hot breaths. You nodded incoherently. “Mhmffm- wan’ more… wanna c-cummm….” Yoongis eyebrows furrowed as he watched your pussy suck him in. A thick ring of your cream was coating his pelvis. “So good… such a pretty whore.. do you see the way your pussy is taking me? ‘m gonna fill you up. Im gonna make sure you walk out with my cum dripping down your thighs. Wan’ everyone to know who this whore belongs too..” you cried out at his words, and a stream of your hot arousal gushed out of your pussy. You fall limply onto the desk and let Yoongi use your cunt. Not long after, his hot cum filled your womb. Rope after rope. He hunched over your small frame, holding you close to his body as he calmed himself down from his intense orgasm.

Yoongi laid your weak body down on his office couch. You were barely conscious. He had cleaned you down and fixed your hair. He untied your hands and smoothed over the red marks. He had your head on his lap, as he ran his fingers through your slightly sweaty hair. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

“ My favourite girl. ”

A/N: thank you for reading!! Did it seemed too rushed? I told i will post rqs in march but i couldn’t help but post it 😭 was the office theme okay? Hope you liked it <3 i will be back 🔜 pookies hehe

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zsturiolosx · 27 days

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Overwhelmed

pairing: Chris x Reader

summary: You and your boyfriend, Chris, were fighting the whole day. The reason? You don’t know. He’s just been out of patience with you the whole day.

warning: angst, fighting, crying, fluff, cursing.

Chris has been ignoring you, giving you short answers, and it’s been on your nerves.

What the fuck is wrong with him? Is something you said? Or did? But you can’t remember anything that got him angry with you.

You’re on his room, laying on his bed, on your phone. Chris is in his gaming chair, also checking his phone.

But every time you start talking to him, he snorts and after a second gets up and leaves the room. He has done this three times already.

You just wanted to talk to him, hear his voice without having that tone. You just wanted Chris to look at you without narrowed eyes.

Your body misses his touch and affection, but every time you try to understand what’s wrong, he leaves you alone.

You see him getting up and leaving the room, slamming the door as he leaves you alone, again.

You feel your eyes burning, but you hold your tears and sit up, waiting for him. After a couple of minutes, the door opens again, and Chris enters the room, too focused on his room to realize you were staring at him.

He sits back up in his chair, taking the hair off his eyes.

“Chris” You call him, you hear him taking a deep breath, but not answering.

“Chris” You say again, the brunette boy rolls his eyes at your voice, but he looks up and his angry gaze meet yours.

“What?” His voice was harsh and low, felt like a knife in your skin.

“What happened, Chris?” Your voice, different from his, was soft and nervous, as if you were stepping on eggs to talk to him. “Why are you acting like this?”

He scoffs, moving his head side to side.

“What are you talking about?” His smile now fades away, and she stares down at you, you feel your whole body burning with fear and anger. “Do I need to be fucking smiling every second?”

Your body trembles from the anger and rudeness in his voice. Your eyes burn again, but you can’t cry, not now, not infront of him.

“No, but I need you to talk to me and tell me what’s wrong” Your voice is faltering, you struggle to speak because of his gaze.

“Oh my god…” Chris whispers to himself, looking down, before screaming at you. “Nothing, okay?! Mind your business, jeez”

You feel anger growing inside you, you feel disappointed and sad, missing him and wanting him to stop this little tantrum.

“No, i’m not gonna mind my own business when you’re acting like this, so annoyed and mad and won’t tell me why!” You say louder than before, your hands shaking as you hold your phone. “Let’s just talk.”

Your voice failed to come out right in the last word, now it’s obvious how nervous you are. And you get even more nervous when Chris leaves his phone in his desk and gets up, looking down at you.

“Stop talking! You’re just yapping, yapping, yapping in my ear!” He snaps at you, your eyes watering as you try to stop it. “I have a fucking headache! So just shut the fuck up!”

How dare he tell you to shut up, when he damn well know that you hate when people do that. Ever since you were a kid, everybody tells you to be quiet, and you told Chris how that made you feel, and he promised never to make you feel that way again.

And he just broke your promise.

You feel your eyes water more and more, until a tear falls down your cheek. And one more tear, and more, more, more.

You can’t stop crying while Chris stares you with brows furrowed and dark eyes. You get up and leave the room, slamming the door.

As you find your way to his bathroom, you close the door and lock. You rest you back in the door and slides to the door.

Your whole body was trembling as whimpers and sobs leave your mouth quietly. Your tears made your whole face wet, mouth trembling. Your hand were tight around your knees, while you hide your face between your legs.

It just hurts so much the way he started yelling at you for wanting to fix the problem. The way he cursed and screamed for you to shut up, like he said he would never do.

You try to keep yourself from crying, but the whole day you felt overwhelmed and worried about your relationship, you were the whole day pushing these feeling away, until you snapped and couldn’t take it anymore.

You hear knocks in the other side of the door, you raise your head, hearing Chris on the other side.

“Y/n, baby.” His voice was muffled because of the door that kept you apart. “I’m so, so sorry. I am a fucking idiot, a dickhead. Please open the door.”

Chris begs, while you while the tears that rolled down your red cheek. “Go away” You say, angry.

He sighed, knocking softly on the door once again.

“Baby, please, i need to talk to you.” When he doesn’t hear anything back, Chris continues talking. “You have every right to want to never, ever talk to me again. I acted so stupid and so shitty, but i need you in my life, so let me please solve this.”

After a couple of seconds of silence, you get up and unlock the door, opening and seeing Chris, standing there, hands slightly shaking, his blue eyes now red.

“I am so sorry, so sorry I can’t even describe it with words.” He starts talking, his low and raspy voice making your knees tremble. “This week has been the worst, the fans are going crazy, I’m feeling overwhelmed, my head hurts 24/7.”

You hold your hand, squeezing your fingers together. The knot in your throat slowly fading away, as you feel your tears stopping.

“I’m an idiot, because I took it out on you, and you don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you, you are an angel, the girl of my dreams.” Chris’s voice was stuttering, as he slowly reaches your hand. He grabs your hand and interlock your fingers together.

“Chris…” You start talking, your voice was careful, slow. But before you could continue your sentence, Chris interrupts you.

“And I know this doesn’t explain anything.” You can see the fear in his eyes. “But I was afraid, afraid of us, our relationship.”

You frown your brows, confused, without understanding what he means.

“I was afraid because I’m feeling things I have never felt before.” Chris steps closer to you, his fast breathing hitting you. “I love you, Y/n. So much that it makes me afraid.”

Your heart drops, as you feel your breath run out of your body. Your heart beat was so fast it looked like your heart was about to jump out of your chest.

It was the first time Chris said that to you, and you knew how afraid of relationships he was.

Chris looks down, his hair covering his red blue eyes, his hands trembling while still holding yours.

“Chris” You say, grabbing gently his chin and making you look at you. “I love you too.”

His face instantly lightens up, as he smiles and holds you face with both of his hands. Chris leans up closer to you, lips meeting yours.

His soft and pink lips touch yours so delicate, asking for passage for his tongue to meet yours, exploring every detail of your mouth. His hands were holding your face like he was afraid you were gonna escape.

You can feel his heartbeat as his chest touches yours, both of your breathing accelerated.

Chris interrupted the kiss, his forehead resting in your, as you feel his eyes on you mouth the whole time. His thumbs were gently cleaning the rest on tears that were in the corner of your eyes.

“I’m so happy to have you, and please, never shut up.”

#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #fluff #cute #couples #angst #angst with a happy ending

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pinejayy · 10 months

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Excuse can I please get a Muzan, Douma and Gyutaro with a s/o who is INSANLY QUIET? I mean so very quiet that she scares them sometimes

sure thing!! sorry if this is late, this arizona heat is killing me and making me cry sobs.

Muzan, Douma and Gyutaro x Quite Reader

Muzan appreciated you, you were so quite. You didn't annoy him well most of the times. You still talked and all but not all the time, the Upper Moons thought that you were a mute since they never heard you speak. But Muzan has heard your voice and he loves the way you sound, how sweet and gentle your voice is compared to him. But sometimes you did make the Demon King jump if he wasn't paying attention.

At the moment Muzan was at his desk, as he was working he didn't hear a word from you. He was assuming that you were sleeping or hanging out with one of the Upper Moon's. So he was fully focused onto his experiments. But from a distance you watched him work at his desk and smile to yourself, you wanted to see what he was up too. So you slowly started to make your way towards him. You were quire as a mouse.

As you walk towards him and when you stood by him smiling. But he didn't turn around as he was really focused on what he was doing. "Hey Darling, what are you doing." You whisper against his ear.

All of the sudden he jumped slightly, and slammed his hands onto the table. "You scared me again! How are you so quite!" He said, snapping his head towards you. Making you smile and giggle, as you looked at him, you batted your eyelashes. "I'm sorry Darling, I just wanted to see what you were up too." You say softly, looking down.

This made the Demon King sigh, he placed a hand under your chin making you look up to him. "I'm sorry my Love, I was just focused on my work that I didn't notice you." He whispered softly, and leaning in and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. Making you smile.

"You honestly amaze me Love, you always mange to scare me." Making you blush at his comment.

Douma is always dramatic whenever you mange to scare him, he's honestly very impressed by how quite and sneaky you can be. And if you can make the Upper Moon 2 jump he's pretty impressed but sometimes you do get on his nerves he wishes he can be as quite as you.

As Douma was in his throne room, he was eating a women's leg. As he was enjoying his meal he didn't notice you watching him from behind he was enjoying this leg too much. As you watch him eat, you smile to yourself and you began to walk towards his direction. Making sure your foot steps were quite. As you got close to him, you lean in and suddenly shout by his ear. "BOO!"

Making the demon jump and yelped dramatically, making you giggle at his reaction. "Oh my did I scare you?" You tease, you then sat in front of him and smile. Making Douma dramatically place a hand on his forehead and fall back.

"Oh you scared me my sweetheart!" He pouted making you giggle. He then sat up quickly and he looked at you, smirking. "Oh you're gonna pay. I'm gonna make you scream my name." He said and with a quick motion he grabbed you and held you tight. Pinning you to the floor. "I'll show you what happens when you sneak up on me."

Gyutaro loves you so much, he's happy that he found someone who loves and cares about him. And the best part of you is that you and Daki are close friends. But the demon didn't know that you could be quite as a mouse and sometimes you would even scare him, and honestly he would be pretty impressed, you would make an excellent demon.

At the moment, You, Gyutaro and Daki were hanging out, well mostly Daki and you. Gyutaro was off somewhere laying down, resting his eyes. As he was sleeping you and Daki had an idea, you guys came up with the idea of scaring him. She suggested you should sneak up on him since you have the skill of being quite as a mouse.

As you sneak up on your, you couldn't help but smile. He looked so peaceful and cute. You then poked his nose and whisper against his ear. "You look cute like that."

Making him jump, which you backed quickly. You giggle at his reaction. "Huh what? I didn't hear you sneak up on me...Um!" He began to stammer out, obviously blushing from your comment. "Did Daki put you up to this?" He said, making you smile and giggle. "Yup!"

He smiled and sighed. Patted your head. "You sure did scare me sweetheart." He said, honestly he was so happy. He was happy that his two favorite people were getting along.

#gyutaro x reader #Gyutaro #douma #x reader #muzan #muzan kibutsuji #demon slayer #kny #reader insert

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A Little Pain Never Hurt Nobody

Summary: Life was dull lately. You needed something to jump start you. You figure you may as well check out the local sex club, cause why not? You meet "professional" dom Suguru and he shows you a whole new world of pain and pleasure. You're in for a ride.

A/N: This is. Um. Yeah.

I purposefully didn't make it too extreme as this is your first time engaging in anything like this. I hope you enjoy.

P.S I've never been to a sex club so excuse me if this is completely wrong

CW: Smut, Masochism, Sadism, Impact Play, Flogging, Dacryphilia, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Slapping, Face Slapping, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Sex Club, Top Getou Suguru, Alcohol, Choking, Dominance, Submission, Humiliation, Degradation, Biting, Dirty Talk, Name-Calling, Creampie, Praise Kink, Pain, AFAB Reader, Female Reader

W/C: 7,232

Credit to @benkeibear for the divider

Why were you doing this again? To be honest, you didn’t really know the answer yourself. Everything had just been so boring lately. You needed something to spice up your life. That’s what you told yourself at least, when you were standing in front of the club with blacked out windows.

It was a sex club specifically. It had always piqued your interest, but you were never crazy enough to actually check it out.

Not until now, apparently.

You wrap your trembling hand around the door handle, pulling it open to feel a blast of warm air. At least it was better than staying outside in the freezing temperature.

I’ll just check it out, I won’t stay for long. You told yourself.

When you entered you were greeted by a woman standing at a desk. She wore a bright white smile and a black choker.

“Welcome! ID please.”

“Oh, right.”

You fish in your purse to grab your ID to show to her. Were kids really dumb enough to try to sneak into this place? Scratch that, you remember being young and stupid.

“Have a good time!” She bids you, passing your ID back.

You give a nervous smile before walking further in, a blast of stimulation coming at you from all angles.

The lights were dim, but you noticed colorful shapes being projected around the room, dancing. In tandem with the lights, there were women and men on platforms moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music. And the music, it wasn’t as loud as a normal club, but it still just added to everything. It was almost too much.

You walk in, the exciting energy drawing you in further. People were in various stages of undress, but no one seemed bothered by the nudity.

A man passes you, his neck collared and leashed as he follows a woman in high heels. He smiles at you before the girl tugs the leash, pulling him further.

Okay, that’s new.

You hear a shrill sound, a woman screaming.

Your head whips to the direction of the noise, fear briefly settling in your veins before you remember where you are.

The sight that greets you confuses you.

A woman was strapped to a metallic x, her body completely nude baring her ass for the small crowd to see. Her bottom was tinged bright red. If you looked close enough, you thought you could see her skin begin to split open.

A man stood behind her, a crop held tightly in his hand. His eyes flicked to her face before back down, slamming the crop against her again.

She let out a wail causing you to jump. It looked like it hurt so bad.

And that excited you.

The man runs the crop over her skin, her sobs echoing as he teased her tender flesh. Long black hair cascaded down his back, thin eyes scrutinizing her.

Just as you were admiring his beauty, you noticed his gaze settle on you. You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. Not when his demanding authority had captured you.

The moment was over as soon as it started, and his attention was back to the woman. You force yourself to look away and head to the bar, suddenly feeling light headed.

You stand next to the shiny counter and the bartender struts up to you.

“What can I get you?”

“Just water.” You croak out, your throat feeling dry.

He turns around and passes you a bottle of water, free of charge, before attending to a different customer.

The cool liquid slides down your throat while you watch the scenes before you. The performance was seemingly over as the masses of people surrounding it had dispersed. Your gaze flickers across the dancers in front of you.

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

“Yes they,” you start, turning towards the source of the voice.

The man from earlier stood next to you, eyes on the dancers.

“Are.” You finish.

He was even more stunning up close. His hair was like satin, flowing down his back. Dark golden eyes, and he was tall.

He turns his head to you and smiles, seeing the way you admire him.

“You’re new here.” He strikes up a conversation.

You shuffle in place, looking down at your water bottle and back up.

“That obvious, huh?”

He gifts you a serene smile.

“I’ve never seen your face before, and you weren’t as calloused to the play scene.”

You fumble with the bottle, the sound of it crinkling filling the space.

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone needs to start somewhere.” He comforts you.

One look at how genuine he seemed soothed your nerves. Earlier he exuded power, quiet dominance leaking from his pores. But now he seemed like a regular guy.

“I suppose you’re right.” You finish the water bottle and set it beside you.

“So what brings you here?”

“I was bored.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle at your response, his eyes closing.

“You were bored so you decided to go to a sex club for the first time?”

Heat floods through your cheeks, you were unsure if he was teasing you or not.

“I mean I’ve always been interested, just never got around to it.”

Another scene was unfolding, drawing most of the people away from you as they gathered to observe it. You almost thought you were going to have more breathing room that way, but somehow it was even more stifling. All of this man’s attention was on you, and there was no one around you to dull it out.

“What do you think so far?”

You played with your opinions in your head. It was strange, but you liked it. Everyone seemed happy here, and there were no aspects of a normal club that weighed it down.

“I like it. It’s a bit more than I expected, but it’s exciting.”

He seems satisfied with your answer. He flags down the bartender and orders a whiskey, before turning his attention back to you.

“And what did you think of the scene?”

The question jolts you. The air around it felt different than his first question. It almost felt like he was asking you to rate him.

“I-it was good. I liked it a lot actually.”

The air shifted around you, you were beginning to feel that commanding presence of his again.

“I’m glad.”

His voice runs a shiver up your spine and you have to will yourself to contain it.

His drink arrives and you watch as he brings his mouth to the rim, a small sip of brown liquid kissing his lips.

“Why did you start coming here?” You can’t help but ask.

The man turns to you with a smile.

“I like making people happy, and it’s something I enjoy.”

You press him further and he reveals more.

“People feel much more open here, like they don’t have to hide their true selves. It’s refreshing. I like seeing people’s genuine smiles.”

The answer simmers in your brain. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. What a kind man. It was almost unbelievable he was the same one hitting the woman earlier.

“I’ve actually always wanted to do something like that.”

He sets his glass down and cocks a brow at you.

“From your scene, I mean.”

He turns his full attention to you. You piqued his interest.

“Why haven’t you?”

“I just didn’t know where to start. It’s kind of a bit scary.”

He seems to be contemplating something, eyes looking up. You watch as his finger taps the glass.

“I could always help, if you’re still interested.” He offers, swirling the amber liquid before tossing his head back, taking another swig.

It feels like gravel is in your throat now, settled somewhere between your voice box and tongue. The mushy pink muscle refuses to cooperate inside your mouth.

“It doesn’t have to be me of course. I can always see if someone else here would help if you would prefer that. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“N-no! I mean yes! That would be great, trying it with you, I mean.” You rush out, an overwhelming amount of heat rushing to your cheeks.

You think you see something akin to a smirk spark over his features before he nurses the reaction back down to something more neutral.

“Great.”

“So, are you like a professional or something?” You fiddle with your hair.

“More or less.”

He stands up and leans over the bar, rummaging around until he finds what he’s looking for. Orange post it notes and a pen.

You study his face while he looks down, scribbling his number onto the paper. His penmanship is surprisingly neat, something you weren’t used to seeing from men. Then again, something told you he wasn’t like most men.

“Here, text me if you decide you’re still interested. We can set something up and discuss hard and soft limits, and also share our results as we both should get tested first.”

You grip the paper once he hands it to you, eyes dancing across the conglomerate of numbers.

“You don’t have like, a business card or something?”

He lets out a chuckle, leaning against his chin as he watches you.

“I’m not that professional. I have a full time job and a life outside of this, it’s just something I do for fun. Although, I do have lots of experience, probably more than anyone else here.”

You clear your throat and look back down at the note. At the top, he wrote his name.

“Suguru.” You taste the sound of his name, letting the syllables fall from your lips.

“That would be me.” He says with a smile. “What would your name be?”

You tell him your name and try to not run away when you hear him repeat it back to you. Your name had never sounded so good before, you were sure of it.

“Alright, well if you decide you want to go forward just text me. We’ll get something figured out.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey, sliding a couple of dollar bills down before standing up.

You wave goodbye, your skin buzzing off the high from talking to him. He was such a good looking guy, and he seemed so kind. Was this real? Was he really going to help you experience something new?

There was only one way to find out.

~~~

You and Suguru had been texting for several days ironing everything out. He asked you what you were interested in trying, and it took you longer than you were willing to admit to come up with a list.

It was partly because you had no idea what you wanted to try. How could you pick? The other part of it was that it felt embarrassing sending him the list. Sure you met him at a sex club, and he offered to help, but it almost felt too vulnerable. You hadn’t even shared these fantasies with some of your boyfriends. Maybe that was why you agreed to let him help you. There was no personal connection, no fear of rejection.

After many hours, you were able to create a list.

Impact play

Choking

Hair pulling

Biting

Sensory play

It wasn’t the most extreme list. You were quite sure he had seen and done much worse, but you were still sort of scared. He complimented it once you sent it, and let you know to start thinking of safe words. You had heard of the idea before, so you knew you would have to pick them.

Along with the list, he also told you to get tested for any STDs, not that he didn't trust you he told you, but it was more procedure. He told you he was going to get checked as well.

The day came where you were to meet Suguru once more at the atmospheric spot. He told you to bring a change of comfy clothes, drink lots of water, and come on a full stomach. Having instructions to follow before sex felt weird in a way. It almost felt as though the scene had started before you arrived.

You checked yourself out one last time in the mirror in your bedroom. You wore a short black dress, complimenting all of your favorite parts of your body. Telling yourself you wore it only for you, but you secretly hoped Suguru would be pleased when he saw it.

You didn't know whether or not to be let down when his eyes didn’t linger over your body when you arrived. You found him talking with a couple of people, ones you recognized. It was the man on a leash and his owner. The man stood patiently behind her while she spoke with Suguru, a friendly demeanor between the two.

When he saw you, his eyes glanced down at your outfit then back up, excusing himself from the conversation. He rested his hand against your lower back, guiding you towards a long row of doors.

“Are we not doing it out in the main area?” You ask.

He glances at you with a smile before opening a door, a big room inside.

“No, it’s your first time. I wouldn’t make you do that. Unless, of course, you want to do it in front of everyone.” The lilt in his voice makes your hair stand on edge.

“N-no. Here is much better.”

He closes the door behind you, walking over to a chair. On it lies a piece of paper. He lifts it up and brings it over to you. It was his test results, all clean. You dig into your purse to bring your results out too and hand them over to him.

“Good. Are you on birth control?” He asks, eyes looking over the sheet.

You straighten up and open your mouth, nerves beginning to settle over you.

“Yes.”

“Okay.” Suguru sets the paper aside. “Oh actually, I wanted to talk about something on your list. We won’t be able to do the typical choking you’re probably thinking of. Too much risk involved so it’s not allowed in clubs like this. I’m sorry.”

You feel disappointment in your chest but you nod in agreement.

“That makes sense, okay.”

“Have you put any thought into the safe word? Most people use red, yellow, and green. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for all good.” He suggests.

“I’ll do those then, if that’s alright.” You fidget with your fingers, digging into the side of your dress.

He smiles at you before looking down at the bag you brought.

“Oh! These are the change of clothes you asked me to bring. I also had lots of water and just ate.”

“Good girl.” He purrs, the sound of it instantly turning your face hot.

Suguru peers at you and smiles to himself once he notices your reaction.

“Oh, you’re gonna be fun.” He says, more to himself than you.

You dart your eyes away, finding it hard to look at him. So instead, you study the room you’re in. There was a floor length mirror, a large bed, and various sex tools on the wall. The room itself looked comfortable, if not for the daunting things that were meant to cause pain.

“So how do we um, you know, start this I guess? I’ve never done it before-“ you find yourself rambling.

Suguru closes the distance between the two of you, making you gasp out. His finger slides under your chin tilting your head up.

“Just relax, let me take care of it princess.”

His lips are on yours. They felt plush, molding to yours while his tongue slots in your mouth. You grasp his shirt for support. All oxygen had exited your body the second you felt him press up against you.

It’s not that you were against the idea, it was far from it actually, but you didn’t expect it to happen so fast.

Suguru’s large hand spans across your cheek, long fingers pressed into your skin. He walks you backwards until you hit a wall, and it takes everything in you to continue standing on your own. His tongue grazes against yours, drawing out a soft moan from you.

“How cute.” Suguru pulls away to speak, instead choosing to place kisses down your neck.

“A-ah!” You dig your fingers into his shoulder, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh.

He doesn’t bite down like you expected. Instead, he decides to continue sliding his tongue down your neck, occasionally bumping his teeth against your throat. It was as if he was reminding you that he could bite, but he wasn’t going to, not yet at least.

One thing you should know about Suguru is that he enjoyed playing with his food first.

Suguru pulls back and looks down at you. Your eyes were glazed over, a mix of both your salivas coating your lips.

“Wore this for me, huh?” He asks, fingers trailing down your dress.

The way he stood over you commanded dominance. You had never experienced such a thing before. But in that moment you knew you would do anything he asked.

“Yes.” Your voice trembles.

Suguru hums while he further analyzes you. He didn’t know where to start. You gave him a good list, but he also didn’t want to scare you or hurt you, at least not in a bad way.

“You’re so kind to wear this baby, but I’m gonna need you to take it off now.” His voice commands.

You pull off the dress, tossing it to the floor before looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles darkly, reaching a thumb up to drag over your lip. He swipes the saliva away, letting his finger slide down your chin, down your chest until he reaches your stomach. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl. He grips your waist hard, turning you around.

“Turn around.” You follow what he says and face the wall.

Suguru stands back and admires your form as you follow his directions. He looks at your underwear, a lacy thong, before looking back up. Your body trembles beneath his gaze, the weight of those feline eyes searing into your back.

He steps back to grab a tool, one of many in his arsenal. It was a flogger, the handle of it fitting comfortably in his palm as he steps back closer to you.

“This is called a flogger. People use it as a whip. I’m going to strike you a couple times, and I want you to tell me how it feels.”

“O-okay.”

He desperately wants to correct you on your manners, the urge tickling the back of his throat. He much would have preferred a “yes sir”. But this is your first time, so he refrains. If you visit again though, he won’t be so lenient.

Suguru raises his hand, brandishing the flogger, before bringing it back down against your ass. The feeling jolts you, your body jumping up in response. It didn’t hurt per se, but you could definitely feel it. He must’ve been holding back, and that fact irked you a bit.

“How was that?” His voice remains steady.

“It was okay.” If only you could keep your voice as steady as his.

He hums in response before bringing the whip back down on your other cheek. This time was much harder, sending a shock of pain across your skin. The pain traveled straight to your pussy where you feel yourself clench around nothing, the act somehow more painful than the whip.

“Better?” He asks, flicking his eyes up to look at your head.

Your head was turned sideways, your lip caught between your teeth. You wanted to try things like this, always intrigued by the idea of pain during sex. But you had no idea it would feel this good.

“Better, feels good.” You admit, inhibition slowly falling.

Suguru strikes you again, this time even harder than the last. Heat spreads across your ass, the action making you moan out. Pure ecstasy. Your arms tremble as you keep yourself against the wall.

Your eyes dart to the side to catch a glimpse as best as you can of the man. He looks nothing short of a god behind you, tall and unwavering. His raven locks flow down his shoulders, keen eyes focused on your figure.

Suguru sets the flogger down before pulling a hairband out, dragging his fingers through his hair as he gathers it all into a bun. Can’t have any hair getting in the way of his vision, after all.

He picks the flogger back up and drags it across your backside, sending goosebumps across your skin.

“Keep your face forward.” There was that commanding voice again.

You snap your head forward once more, eyes boring into the wall in front of you. Anticipation settles in your veins, heart racing at the idea of him hitting you again.

“I'm going to keep going, and I want you to count after every single one.”

“What happens if I lose count?”

“Don’t.”

He strikes you once more, a sob racking your body. A temporary moment of bliss settles over your bones before you remember what he told you to do.

“One.”

“That’s a good girl.”

Again. Again. Again.

Each strike was more painful than the last. Every time he made contact with your skin, you jumped forward and groaned out.

He continues bringing the flogger down on your ass, each time making you cry out. Your voice shaky each time you counted. Tears were blearing your eyes from the pain, from the pleasure. You find it hard to stay standing up, the room spinning around you and your knees almost buckling underneath you.

Suguru keeps his eyes trained on your ass, noticing the beginnings of marks start to form. It pleased him greatly to see your skin react, the mere sight causing his slacks to tighten.

“F-f-f-fifty!” You sob.

Suguru sets the flogger down and spins you around, almost groaning from the sight of your tear stricken face.

“Did so good princess. What’s your color?” He asks, dragging his hands up your shoulders, rubbing your skin soothingly.

It was almost hard to believe those hands were the same ones causing you so much pain.

“Green, green.” You look up desperately at him, needing to know what else he had in store for you.

He brings a hand up, the back of his forefinger swiping beneath your lash line under both sides. He watches the way your tears coat his skin, and it takes everything in him not to bring his finger up to his mouth to lick off the salty remenents of the calamity he caused.

“Good.” He says.

He didn’t even break a sweat, meanwhile your chest was heaving like you ran a marathon. A part of you was desperate to see him at his worst, see what he looked like when he really went all in.

“Get on your knees.” His voice was soft but demanding.

You sink to your knees and look up, waiting for more instructions. He smoothed a hand over your head before bringing you closer.

“You know what to do from here. Unless, that pretty brain of yours is already too far gone.”

You look down at the hard bulge in front of you. His pants were hardly doing anything, you could see the outline of it all. Your hands reach up and fumble before finally successfully dragging his pants and underwear down, his cock jumping out.

You feel drool pile up behind your lips, your tongue feeling too heavy in your mouth. You had been with guys before, but you were sure no one compared to him.

His angry tip stands at attention while you bring your lips down, popping his cock in your mouth. It felt somehow larger in your mouth than it looked, and it didn’t look small. It fills you to the brim, your cunt throbbing as his heavy cock rests against your tongue. Suguru hisses at the feeling of your wet mouth engulfing him. He was sensitive and needy. Hearing your cries got him more riled up than he had led on.

Your tongue slides around his cock while you take more into your mouth. His cock slides down your throat, oxygen slowly depleting from your lungs. Suguru keeps his hands to his sides, merely observing you. It felt like you were putting on a show for him.

Spit begins to flow freely from your lips, dripping from the corners of your mouth while you move your head back and forth along his cock. There was a fire underneath you, the raw flesh of your ass clawing at you.

You couldn’t focus on that though, there was only him.

“Oh right, you said you wanted to try choking right?” He begins.

You look up at him, your eyes starting to water again.

“Take all of it in and hold it.” He demands. “You can manage that, can’t you pretty baby?”

You squeeze your eyes shut while you slide down further, his pubic bone meeting your nose. You couldn’t breathe at all, your body quickly setting off alarms to get you to back off. But he gave you an order, and you intended on listening to it.

You couldn’t breathe. You needed to breathe. But, you didn’t want to. The feeling of lightheadedness made your clit throb. Knowing that his cock was in control of whether or not you deserved oxygen.

Suguru chuckles softly and leans his head back, closing his eyes. He could feel the way your throat clenched around him, feel your lips adjust around him.

After what felt like an eternity he finally looked back down at you. Something akin to pride laces his features.

“Release.” With that, you tear your head away, gasping as air fills you once more.

Long strings of saliva connects you to his cock, lewd in a way that almost made you flustered.

“Continue.”

You slide his cock back into your mouth once you feel able. You’re more faster the second time around, your throat having already been melded into the shape of his cock. His brows furrow while he watches you, groans escaping his mouth.

You decide you could do this forever. Nothing else mattered when you were pleasing him, you would continue to do so if he let you.

However, he had other plans.

“That’s it.” He says, pulling his cock from you.

You go to wipe the tears and spit from your face but he grabs your wrist before you’re able.

“Leave it.”

Suguru helps you to your feet, the action once more astoundingly sweet. It was making your head rush being surrounded by the two versions of him.

He grabs your arms and brings them up, placing them on his shoulders. He looks into your eyes as he gets on his knee, his hands ghosting over your waist.

“I’m going to take these off now.” He says, giving you room to stop him.

But you don’t.

You watch as he looks down, his face right in front of your pussy. He hooks his hands on the band of your underwear, sliding them off your legs. You lift one leg up at a time, suddenly grateful you have something to hold onto.

Suguru drops your underwear to the side and runs his hands up your thighs. He places a kiss on your tummy before standing to his full height again, his hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra.

There was nothing to feel ashamed about. He had already seen you go through more than anyone else had, so why did you have to fight yourself to remain neutral as he took your body in?

His features look serene as his gaze drags across your body, no detail going unmissed.

“Stunning.” He looks back up at you, capturing your attention.

Your throat feels dry as you scramble for a response.

“Thank you.”

“Did you know you’re dripping, princess?”

Your thighs clench together and you feel the slick coating your inner thighs. You grimace and nod.

“Is this from getting whipped or from sucking my cock?”

“Both.”

Suguru hums in satisfaction, looking back down between your legs.

“Want some help with that?”

Your heart lurches in response but you timidly nod, following him as he leads you to the bed. It’s much softer than it looks, the comforter giving your ass some reprieve as you lay down on the side of the bed. Suguru spreads your legs, watching as the low light catches on the glint of your leaky core.

He bends down, placing gentle kisses down your chest as he goes. Suguru looks up and notices how your nipples begin to harden as his administrations. So damn sensitive. How adorable.

He travels down until he’s placing kisses closer to your pussy. The feeling was teasing in nature, but you didn’t want to rush him. Clearly he knew what he was doing. You might as well enjoy the ride.

Suguru places a kiss on either side of your pussy before pulling away, pupils focusing in on your unmarred thighs.

Oh, no that won’t do.

He gets in closer bringing his mouth to your skin. Your body reacts before you can even register what’s happening. Your legs try to clamp shut but his strong hands are holding them open. Looking down you notice that Suguru had bit into your inner thigh, his dark eyes staring right back at yours.

The sensation was unlike anything you had felt before. His teeth dig into your flesh, your mouth hanging open as you watch him. Suguru sucks lightly, his tongue darting out over the bite mark before pulling away. The sting of it spreads throughout you, but pure pleasure does as well. Who knew pain from so many different things could feel this good?

Suguru closes his eyes before bringing his mouth to the other side, teeth digging into your other leg. You moan out, fighting to keep your legs open for him. There was dynamite going off underneath your skin, you were positive of that.

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulls away from your leg and draws himself in closer towards your throbbing pussy. He holds back a coo when he notices your hole clench.

He darts his tongue out, flicking it against your clit to test you. And just as he expected, you let out a desperate moan. Your reactions were driving him crazy, each noise causing his mind to reel.

Suguru dives in completely, his lips encasing your clit. You wanted to cry from the pleasure, his tongue working magic against your sensitive clit. He drags one hand away from your thigh to bring up to your pussy, feeling as though it deserves to be filled.

A finger works its way inside you, immediately hooking against your gspot. You laugh incredulously before tossing your head back, reveling in the pleasure he was indulging you in.

It was almost criminal how good he was.

His tongue dances across your clit while he slides a second finger in, both of them slowly working your gspot. You had never been brought to cumming so fast before, you would be ashamed if only it didn’t feel so good.

Your moans bounce off the walls of the room, the sound filling Suguru’s ears. You keep your eyes clamped shut in fear of what you might do if you saw the sight in front of you.

Suguru knows before you do, your pussy tightening around his fingers. He fucks you harder with them, sucking your clit as you cum. It feels like an out of body experience as he fucks you through it, bringing you down until your groans die out and the sound of your heavy breathing fills your ears.

He pulls his fingers out of you, swiping them against his tongue. Sure, he had many clients before now, but none of them were as sweet as you. It almost felt wrong to call you a client, this experience felt different compared to previous ones.

You peel your eyes open and watch as Suguru brings himself on the bed, his face hovering over yours.

“You’re cute when you cum,” he starts. “Cute when you cry too.”

You force your head to turn, staring away from him. The compliment simmers in your gut while you feel the body heat between you grow.

“Yeah, okay.” You murmur, self conscious.

“I’m serious.” He brings a finger under your chin to guide your gaze back to him.

As much as you want to disagree, you can see the truth his eyes hold. He was so damn kind. Many people would disagree with you. They would say no one who was a good person would enjoy hurting other people. But you knew the truth. Suguru was a kind man.

“You ready?” He asks.

Excitement bubbles up and you part your lips, telling him you are.

He presses his lips down on yours, wanting to share a tender moment before he fucks the life out of you. He locks his fingers into yours on either side of your head, before pulling away.

“Hands and knees.” His rough persona is back.

You crawl up on the bed, facing away from him. He takes a moment to appreciate the scene in front of him, your beaten ass on display as your cum drips down your legs. A new world wonder, if he was being honest with himself.

Suguru slides his shirt off, throwing it off to the side by your dress. Heat flickers beneath his skin as he watches you. He smooths a hand over your back as he grips his cock and rubs it between your sticky folds. The anticipation was killing you, knees practically shaking from the suspense.

Suguru slides into you, your walls struggling to accommodate him. Your mouth hangs open as he nudges into you. Nothing had ever felt so good, the pressure of his cock filling you to the brim.

“God damn it, princess.” You think you hear him say.

He sets a steady pace, wanting to slowly build up before getting back into the roughness of it all. His hips push into you a couple of times before he picks up speed. You moan out each time his cock plunges into you. You would have gotten lost in it if he didn’t snap you out.

Suguru threads his finger in your hair, getting a firm grip before he pulls it back. He holds it in a tight grasp, pain searing throughout your head.

Each part of you throbbed. Your ass, your thighs, your head. But somehow you craved more. Craved more pain. Craved more Suguru.

Suguru bares his teeth as he fucks you, your pussy tightening around him each time he yanks your hair.

Each thrust causes your mind to blank. He was fucking all sense out of you.

Suguru releases your hair before gripping your shoulder, yanking you back until your shoulder blades meet his chest. He reaches around in front of you, gripping onto your jaw, leaving you no room to look away as he tilts your head back.

His hand digs into you, pain settling in your face as he holds you.

“Tell me how it feels.” He sounds nearly breathless, his eyebrows knitted up in pleasure as he looks at you.

You furrow your brows as you look up at him, attention being split between his cock fucking into you and his hard grip on your face.

“H-hurts.” You murmur, your pushed up cheeks making it hard to talk.

Suguru’s breaths quicken, heart pounding as he thrusts into you.

“Yeah? Hurts?” Excitement leaks from his voice.

You nod and let out a sob when his cock presses against your gspot, his grip tightening.

“What do you think about the pain?”

“L-love it. Love the pain. Love when you hurt me.”

Suguru audibly swallows, throwing his head back as he lets out a low groan.

“Think you can handle more, princess?”

You agree, your mind swimming. He looks down at you again and releases your head, but keeps you pressed against him.

His hand makes contact with your cheek, a sting instantly spreading across your face. He slapped you. And you liked it.

Suguru does it once more, the force heavier this time. You moan out when he makes contact, all the while his cock punishing your insides. Endorphins swim in your head, muddling all remaining sense. You brace for impact once more, only to be met with nothing.

He doesn’t slap you again.

“Color?” You’re amazed he can even remember asking that while he’s doing this.

“Green, oh, green.”

Suguru smacks you again, his cock fucking you harder. You weren’t even aware you could moan this loud, but leave it to Suguru to give you a bunch of firsts.

Your eyes roll back as he slaps you again. He feels a deep satisfaction spread through him as he watches the pleasure dart across your face. That’s what all this was about, after all.

Suguru pushes you back down and you barely catch yourself, your hands holding you up. He puts one hand on your waist, placing the other one in your hair again. The loud noises from your connected sexes get louder, your pussy dripping even more as his cock drags inside you.

He pulls your head up, forcing you to stare in the mirror across the bed.

“Look at yourself.” He wills himself to say.

To say you looked debauched would be an understatement. Your face was a mess, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. You couldn’t see your ass or the inside of your thighs in the mirror, but you didn’t have to see them to feel they were there. They hadn’t been hurt in awhile now, but the wounds still ached something fierce. You briefly wondered how long they would hurt. Hopefully for a long time.

“You look filthy. Utterly ruined.” His cock punches into you.

“Ohhh, fuck, FUCK!” You all but yell as his cock bruises you from the inside out.

Suguru moans behind you, going back and forth between looking at your face in the mirror and how his cock looks when he pulls it out.

He pulls his hand away from your hip and reaches down, instantly finding your swollen clit. Your body lurches forward once he makes contact, drawing tight circles around you.

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice is raw as it leaves your throat.

Suguru’s hips stutter as he feels you get closer to the edge. He keeps a tight grip on your hair, loving the way you wince each time he holds tighter.

“Fuck, you’re soaking. Pussy’s so good. Such a pain slut. You my little pain slut?”

You nod even though it causes more pain to spread across your head. Maybe that’s why you do it.

“Yes, I’m your, your pain slut.”

Suguru groans out a curse, his fingers continuing their ministrations.

“Gonna cum from getting knocked around?”

Your stomach tightens, moans increasing.

“Yes! Oh, fuck, fuck yes.” Your eyes clamp shut as you feel it start.

You cum around Suguru’s cock, your pussy squeezing his cock as you shake beneath him. The earth shattering feeling catches you off guard, electricity shooting through your body.

You register a groan from behind you before he pumps into you one more time before his cock shoots cum out, filling your spasming walls.

It takes you a minute to recover, each gasp of breath bringing you back down to earth.

Suguru slides out of you carefully, eyes drawn to the way the milky white cum seeps from your abused hole. He pushes back his bangs that came loose before going to the bedside table, rummaging around until he finds a towel.

His touch is careful as he cleans you up, fingers ghosting over your sensitive skin as he wipes away all remnants of his cum.

Suguru sets the soiled cloth aside before aiding you in sitting up. You whimper as your ass makes contact with the back of your calves. Your skin was on fire. He places each hand on either side of your face, the action instantly calming.

“How are you doing?” His soothing voice comes out.

Your eyes feel heavy as they look back up at him, his features washed over with concern.

You reach out and ball your fist against his toned chest.

“I’m okay.” Your voice sounds far away.

Suguru pulls one hand away and grabs a water bottle that sat next to the bed. He brings his other hand to it and cracks it open, passing it to you.

You grab it, tilting your head back as the cool water rushes down your throat. You take a couple of gulps before passing it back.

Instead of the sharp pain from each of your wounds, you’re body settles into a dull ache. The wounds were definitely there, and they were pleasing.

Suguru gets into the bed next to you and opens his arms.

“Come here.” Another command, one that was much softer.

You’re confused by the gesture but you scoot closer to him nonetheless, laying down until your head is directly over his heart. He was still shirtless, only his pants remaining but they were pulled back up and closed.

“This is an important part of each session. I’m not going to hurt you and send you packing.” He explains, his thumb stroking your arm.

His warmth seeps into your bones and you find yourself curling up closer to him.

“That’s sweet of you.”

“It’s the bare minimum.” He gently says, moving his head until he can see your face.

Your eyes were closed but you were still very much awake, if not hanging on by the tiny grasp of consciousness you still had.

“How did you feel about it?”

You try to articulate your thoughts, many feelings surging through your body.

“I really liked it.”

“None of it was too much?”

“No, it all felt really good.”

Suguru moves his head back as he gets comfortable. He had rented the room out for 24 hours, not knowing how long the session would last or how long you would want to relax after. He had no timeline, willing to stay here for as long as you needed.

The contact with his skin was helping bring your heart rate down, the adrenaline exiting your body. Your body was sore, and probably would be for the next couple of days.

“Thank you for helping me with this, I mean, giving me my first experience.”

Suguru smiles above you.

“No problem. I enjoyed it too.”

You feel giddy at his admission. Now that you had done this once, you weren’t sure you could get enough of it. You were already thinking about what your next scene might look like.

“Could we do it again?”

“Hm, I don’t know, I feel like you should rest a couple of hours first at the very least.” He ponders, obviously teasing you.

You click your tongue.

“You know what I mean.” You say with a shy smile.

Suguru chuckles above you.

“I’m kidding. We can do it again. You know where to find me.”

You smile against him, your eyes shutting. Sleep overtakes you, the feeling of success spreading throughout your body.

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callofdudes · 1 year

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Hello! I hope you've had a good (of night if your nocturnal like me) Haven't been feeling too well this past week, so I would really appreciate if you could write a poly! fic (or plantonic, whatever your more comfortable with) where reader who is known for not being mentally sound has been really out of it the entire week, sends the 141 + könig a text saying "thanks for everything, I love you all. " and everyone panics, rushing to readers room and könig and ghost have to Fucking BREAK down the locked door, and find reader lying in a pool of their own blood from all the cuts they made on their body. Past cuts have been reopened, and reader is in critical conditionof this ask makes you uncomfortable I totally undsrstand, have a good day/night

As someone who has struggled with this stuff, you are loved here, and you are not alone ❤️ if you can't seem to find comfort around you, I promise you have a safe space to talk here. And please reach out to the right help.

Thank you @g4y-gr3ml1n for the request. I hope you are satisfied.

CW: Attempted suicide, cutting, hurt with comfort

How long have you been feeling like this? What time was it? You look up at the clock, another two hours until lunch, just great.

You looked back down at your paperwork, too uncomfortable to stop yourself from scratching at the healing scars on your arms. You'd promised yourself to try and stop, you were really trying. You'd started calling them scars from missions to try and cope. But nothing ever worked.

Your knee bounces rapidly, hitting the underside of your desk with a light thump, thump.

The look of the paperwork in front of you was no different. Why were you feeling off. You weren't supposed to be like this anymore.

You finally stopped scratching and stood up from your desk. You just needed a break. You walk out of your office and down the hallway. It wasn't long before you ran into Johnny and his bright sunny smile.

"Hey y/n, what's turning the cogs up there today??"

It was an innocent question but it felt hard to answer. You suddenly don't feel like talking. You hang your head and slowly slip past him. "Mm sorry Johnny." you mutter on the way.

Johnny turns, watching you as you go, his eyebrow raising. Maybe something happened?? He hadn't seen you all day.

Each step you take down the hallway feels like a dark void. Each footsteps sinking you further and further into darkness. The empty hallway doesn't help at all to break the silence and overcome your thoughts as you walk. You flip up your sleeve and find the fresh cuts, already starting to prickle with blood from irritation, and you start to scratch.

Your nails dig into the cuts and tear open the flesh. Ripping away new skin and chalking blood all over your fingers.

The thoughts were back, you'd warded them away but they returned.

"Useless human being, Incapable,ugly, annoying, a failure." It all swam around in your head and before long you were faced with your bedroom door.

You push it open and slam it shut. You let a sob tear from your throat in the comfort of your room. The cold, dark room that gave little comfort anymore. It felt like a routine getting up and going to bed. Breathing seems to be the only thing you are good at anymore.

You hold yourself, huddled in a ball against your door as you cry. Painful tears wash over you. And all the pain you'd tried to push down comes with it. Every memory, every ache and every pain. You can't help wanting to scream until your lungs give out, and yet you can't.

You bang your head back against your door. What's wrong with me?? What's wrong with me?? There is nothing wrong with you, that's what everyone around you tells you. But you know they're wrong.

You cry into your hands, your eyes stinging up in pain. Finally having the strength to move you stumble to the bedroom mirror and look at yourself. You can't see what they see, the loving, caring person they all say you are.

And instinctively you start to dig in your drawers. You yank them all open, sadness, fear, and pain boiling up in your stomach and in your head.

Take a deep breath, sleep it off, you'll be ok.

Find Simon! Find Simon, he'll help. They'll help you. You know they will.

But that thought was too far gone. It wasn't worth the time walking around looking for solace when you had some right here.

You grabbed the handle of the blade.

Simon had gifted it to you on your birthday and you almost felt guilty that you'd never used the thing in self defense before.

You were about to press the knife to your skin when your insides flipped. Your heart pounds in your throat. You drop the blade and rush to the bathroom, feeling your breakfast rise up your throat. Through tears and acid stinging your throat, cupping the sides of the toilet as everything is let go. You feel worthless and stupid.

The bile stings and cuts off the oxygen you so desperately need. It feels like you're dying. It feels like it goes on forever.

When everything stops, your tears just come harder. Your tired body collapses to the bathroom floor in heart wrenching sobs. You wanted to break something, make something else take this endless pain.

You were done pushing it down and trying to change. You couldn't love yourself no matter how much others did for you. They could never get rid of all the hurt and the anguish that boiled inside of you.

Every "I'm fine" and "I promise" felt like a regurgitated ugly lie to keep the ones you love at bay. To keep Simon and König away. Johnny and Gaz. Even Price.

You pull yourself off the floor and come back over to your bed, feeling exhausted. Just sleep it off. Please, just try and sleep it off. It'll be ok tomorrow.

Lies, it would never go away. It never would.

Your eyes fixated on the blade on your bed, then to yourself in the mirror.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, knowing this would be it. You were done feeling like this. Feeling worthless and empty.

Your hands started to shake when you started to write. The group chat was for important stuff. This would be important to them right?? Who were you kidding? Of course it wouldn't.

You sent the text and grabbed the blade, tearing it into your skin without a second thought. The pain was like a sweet release. Blood flowing from your arm and down your wrist. It felt like an escape. A whole different reality. You tore your shirt off and started to cut, and cut, and cut…

It was a normal day, everything seemed to be going perfect for Simon. He finished up paperwork early and was on his way to find Johnny when his phone buzzed. It was either Johnny or you, he felt a smile tugs at his lips at the thought. He hadn't seen you all day, you were supposed to be loaded with work.

He pulls out his phone, seeing that it was you who had texted the group chat. He opened the message and his blood ran cold.

He stopped along the hallway, rereading the text over and over and over again. His insides tightened and his pulse spiked like he was falling out of an airplane. He couldn't move. He couldn't speak.

Another text popped up.

"Herrlich, wo bist du!?" It was from König.

Simon's hands trembled and real, raw fear pitted him in the chest. His legs felt like jello when he turned to run. "Y/N!!"

He made a break for your office and pulled the door open when he got there. Apparently König had the same idea, falling in line when Simon rushed in to find your paperwork barely touched.

Simon couldn't catch his breath. No no no, this isn't happening. This wasn't happening. His legs caved in, König rushing to grab him and hold him up. They made eye contact and they both knew if they didn't find you they would lose you.

König's voice shook. "Their room??"

Simon nods.

They run from your office, finding Gaz and Johnny along the way. There were no questions asked. Nothing said, if they didn't find you everyone would suffer.

They ran across the building to the barracks and came to your room.

"Y/n!!!"

Simon pounds on the door.

"Y/n please!!"

"Open the door please!!!"

"Oh God y/n please!! I know you're hurting but please don't do that! I promise you I'm right here!! I'm right here y/n please!!" He screams.

He's trembling so badly he can barely twist the doorknob.

He wails when he finds it locked.

Johnny tries to force it open, banging his shoulder into the door as hard as he can.

"Stand back" König steps in front of him, letting Gaz and Johnny take Simon and keep him from passing out.

König's heart is in his ears, blood rushing so fast he feels dizzy and his vision is near fuzzy. He slams into the door and kicks it on, the lock combusting with the force. And he enters the room.

His insides tighten and everything goes dark. Simon rushes into the room and sees the blood. He sees you, and the blade he'd given you.

Simon wails again, falling to your knees. He rips off his mask and takes your hand, holding it tightly in his. "Please… please…"

"Please don't go. Y/n I'm so sorry- I'm so sorry honey."

König can't move. His body is entirely frozen. Seeing you laying there in your own blood. It's dripping down the sheets and pooling all over you. You'd torn up your arms, destroyed your legs and he didn't want to think what else.

Johnny and Gaz rush in, running to your side next to Ghost.

"Stop the bleeding! We have to stop the bleeding!" Gaz can barely speak, hands trembling when he touches you, the tips of his fingers soaked in blood.

Tears filled König's eyes and spilled down his cheeks. He didn't remember the point he started falling until his head hit the ground.

Everyone was in tears, and Price was the last to show up. He'd seen the text late, and he was scared he couldn't save you.

König was having a panic attack, barely breathing and shaking like a leaf. Simon was full out wailing, holding your limp hand and begging you not to go.

Price crawls onto the bed and cups your neck gently. He kisses your forehead and cradles you in his arms.

Simon looks up at him. "Price please- they can't leave!"

Price ran his fingers through your hair and over your pressure point, feeling barely a pulse over his fingers.

"If we don't move now, I don't think we'll ever see them again."

Simon could barely stand as Price pulls you up into his arms and cradles you. "I've got you honey, don't worry, I've got you love" Price lays a blanket over you to keep you warm and concealed from other soldiers seeing you like this.

Johnny, Gaz and König leave with Price, but Simon couldn't move. Simon looks down at the blade covered in your own blood.

"I'm sorry…"

"I'm so sorry…"

"I-"

He drops the blade and hides his face. He couldn't lose another important person. Please no. He couldn't have one more person taken away from him. You couldn't leave. He didn't want you to join Tommy and the others yet.

He stays there in your room for what felt like minutes, but was all of hours.

Simon gently rocking himself back and forth.

Eventually he is able to move, barely getting to his own room.

Nobody slept that night.

Simon wasn't a believer but he begged God to spare your life. He couldn't lose you. He couldn't lose you. Everyone else has been ruthlessly ripped away from him and he couldn't have it happen again. He cared so much for you.

König couldn't process it. Nightmare after nightmare. Every time he walked into that room and saw his best friend collapsed on the bed.

The others didn't sleep a wink either.

Price tried to do your paperwork for you, but he couldn't. He kept checking his phone for any notice that you were stable and doing ok after he'd delivered you to hospice.

Breakfast was quiet, for those who showed up. Gaz and Johnny didn't speak as they ate, eating half of what they usually would.

"Try and finish your food boys." Price instructed.

"I don't feel hungry." Johnny whispered.

"You need to eat, it'll make your body happy."

Johnny shook his head. "I'm sorry." He slipped away from the lunch table and didn't return.

Gaz looked down at his own plate, barely touched. He tried to finish.

When the hospital called saying you needed an urgent blood transfusion, Gaz didn't hesitate. You both matched blood types, and he didn't care how much you needed, if it would keep you alive he'd give you every organ In his body.

"This will only hurt a bit." The nurse smiled.

"If it helps y/n, any kind of pain is worth it."

"That's very kind of you, soldier."

"A needle won't hurt nearly as much as if my love doesn't wake up." He replied, deadpan and serious, not wanting to think of that outcome at all.

Two days passed. But finally, you could feel the feeling return in your fingers. Tightness around your arms, your pulse beating against the bandages like it were trying to escape out from the healing wounds.

Your eyes slowly opened, the bright white making your heart race. You weren't in heaven now, were you? For some reason it felt… long. A long wait.

And then a face was looking at you.

"Simon…?" You whispered.

His blurry face filled with relief, rough hands gently cupping your cheeks.

"Yes love, it's me. I'm right here."

You reached out your hand for him but Simon gently brought it back down. "I love you so much y/n." Tears swell in your eyes, his warm lips pressing against your own, soaking in your presence.

He was trembling when he held you, pulling away from the kiss to give you air.

He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text before his attention was back on you.

"What... Happened..?"

Simon's soft eyes turn saddened. The door opens and two more figures ran in.

Gaz and Price are at your side.

You smile softly, seeing them both. "Guys..."

Gaz wasn't always known to cry, but he burst into tears seeing your smile. He kisses your forehead in relief. "Thank goodness you're ok."

"Gaz," You whisper.

"I'm right here, and the captain too. Johnny and König are on their way."

Gas moves away so Price can see you and he cups your hands tightly. "I'm sorry we weren't there for you in a time of need."

Everything slowly comes back and you start to cry, nodding while he holds you. "But we love you so much hon. And you can always come and talk to us. Please don't bottle it up because we care. We care so much for you hon."

You sob when the others enter, embracing the loving kiss Price presses to your cheek.

Johnny's hands are all over you, whispering love in your ear when he comes to your bedside. Something about it makes you feel so loved in the moment. So utterly loved. More tears fall. Johnny kisses them away. Peppering soft kisses along your jaw and over your cheeks. He presses another kiss to your lips and embraces your scent. The way your lips feel against his.

He finally pulls away, tears in his own eyes. "We love you so so much."

König is next, nearly picking you up out of your bed and engulfing you in his arms. He nuzzles against your warmth, his heart racing out of his chest.

You quiver, holding him back. That's when you see the bandages on your arms. You're still in pain, but you hug him back.

"I love you guys too."

"I just.... Couldn't take it."

"Please talk to us then," Simon placed his hand on your shoulder. "We will always be here for you. Ok?"

You nod, more tears flowing down your cheeks.

"We all love you y/n. We love you so much." Price's soft voice came as you were laid back down on the hospital bed. They stayed with you, comforting you with their presence until you were drifting back asleep. The sound of their voices sending you into peace.

You are loved. So so incredibly loved. And even when the world feels dark, the people who will hug you and listen to you are closer than they appear.

Sometimes it's scary to reach out for help, but the ones who truly love you will never let you fall once they catch you.

Loved ones, help lines, even someone over the internet may make it better, helping you to triumph over these things.

And I know it feels dark, but you are so loved, even when the ones who love you seem to be the furthest away.

-El

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megistusdiary · 2 years

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Hi!!

I love ur tighnari fics sm so i wanted to ask u where tighnari loves his sweet gf always so innocent and so curious but he just cant help himself but bend her down on his desk while she was delivering documents to his office!!

Take your time and make sure you drink lots and lots of water!<33

ooh this is such a hot concept fr fr

tighnari has mega switch vibes for me, and i can totally see him being both a dom or a sub lol

also ty hun, please take care of yourself too ♡

apologies that this is a bit shorter than my recent fics, i am trying to write a bit more often

warnings: dom!tighnari and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

office/desk sex, clothed, rough, penetration (sub receiving), biting

your knuckles gently tapped on tighnari's door, greeting him with a friendly smile as he gestured for you to come inside.

he already had a pot of tea warmed, sitting on his table waiting for you. the aroma was sweet, unlike his traditionally bitter brews. it made your heart flutter when he prepared it exactly how you liked.

tighnari couldn't help but note how cute you looked today. you had on a pretty sweater with a skirt, something flattering to your form, though covered by the giant binder in your arms. tighnari assisted you with bringing it to his office, turning on the lamps.

you sighed as you finally set the hefty binder on tighnari's desk, distupting the surface and scattering some papers to the floor.

"oh, i'm sorry!" you gasped, leaning down to collect the pages. tighnari bent down as well, collecting the ones that were too far back for you to reach.

"it's fine, just papers." he shrugged it off, leaning to collect the papers as you turned around to reach under the armchair for a crumpled sheet.

tighnari's mouth went dry when your skirt shifted, exposing a glimpse of your panties to him. when you arched your back further, shoving the armchair forward, your legs parted, exposing more of you to him. he felt like he was a teenager again from the way he got hard just looking up your skirt.

how embarrassing.

tighnari's tail swiped over his lap, concealing his bulge from you when you turned triumphantly to him, holding the slightly crumpled page.

"i'm sorry about that again, i should have been more careful-" you squeaked when tighnari suddenly gripped your chin firmly.

"yes, yes, mistakes happen. but, i think i know a way you can make it up to me." his tone was highly suggestive, bringing warmth to your cheeks and your core.

he swiped a thumb over your lips, gently parting them as the corner of his mouth quirked up slightly. "what do you think?" he asked as you nodded, eyes already glazing over with lust.

that was how you ended up with your chest on the desk, skirt flipped up and panties long gone, tighnari slamming his hips into yours.

your fingers gripped the edge of the desk tightly, letting out little whines and moans with every drag of his cock against your walls.

"fuck, tighnari-" you whined, feeling him grip your hips tighter, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your bare thighs.

"shh, be a good girl for me." tighnari tutted. you could tell he was zoned out, focused only on fucking you. he slowly leaned down, pressing his chest to your back and nosing down your neck. "archons, you smell divine." he sighed, letting his canines graze your skin as you shivered.

tighnari pushed himself in as far as he could, feeling you jolt and squirm beneath him as he began grinding his dick into you, searching for your g-spot frantically as you sobbed, head falling forward onto the desk.

you heard him mumble something about you being so cute, feeling his lips against your heated skin as you whined.

your thighs ached in the best way possible as you babbled out pleas and his name in a delirious mix, gripping onto the desk for dear life when he finally found your g-spot.

you were already sensitive, letting out a soft scream when he rubbed the tip of his dick into the spot, feeling your walls clamp down on him as he groaned, biting into your neck to leave a mark but not draw blood, teething at the skin.

"nari- tighnari, i wanna, please can i?" you begged him, trying to turn your head, though a growl from tighnari kept you firmly in place.

tighnari moved a hand to your neck, holding it carefully from the back as his breath hit your skin, making you shiver. "stay still, dear." he warned. "so sweet, so cute." he grinned into your neck, feeling you clench down on him as he fucked you even deeper, letting you see stars with no sky around.

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nervousd · 1 year

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Side Story— Punishment

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#SYNOPSIS— you’ve ignored a direct order from Quaritch.

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon/noncon, smut, older man/younger woman, age gap, voyeurism(?) spanking, pussy spanking,

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch,

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You teeth gnawed at your lip, tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. Your hair was tussled and tangled from the harsh yank you received from the Colonel. It was to your displeasure that Quaritch had found out you were planning to leave with the science pukes. He had specifically told you, under no circumstances would you go. A direct order from him— and you deliberately went against him. You quieted down your sobs, breath hitching as you gazed up at him. His icy blue gaze pierced through your soul, a swirl of emotions in them. He was disappointed in you— he was furious to keep seeing you choose others instead of him.

Wasn’t he kind to you? Wasn’t he wonderful to you? He used his own rank to give you but the best of things, oh you wanted steak for dinner? He would order it for you, oh you wanted a nice silk blouse? He would provided it for you. He did everything for you. And yet you do things like these— actions that go against him. But nothing he won’t able to straighten up, you needed a firm hand to keep you in your place. It was the only way you would learn.

His eyes narrowed, he would be lying if he said you weren’t a pretty sight. Puffy swollen lips, flushed face and bright doe glistening eyes, Oh— and the cherry on top? Your blouse ripped and strained from his prowess. A reminder of his brutal strength and the power he had over you. He gripped onto your forearm dragging you towards his desk uncaring of your unbalanced steps. He slammed you down, pressing a flat palm on your back.

❝ Quaritch please— ❞ your begging had gone ignored, he refused to even entertain your pathetic cries. He won’t be swayed by your begging or whimpering; if anything it might just make his cock hard but it certainly won’t get you out of this punishment. ❝ Not another word you brat— not a single word ❞ he hissed through clenched teeth. You struggled against his grasp but not once did he budge. ❝ Quaritch! ❞ you pleaded, hiccuping as you felt his hands wander down toward your ass. With a firm grip on your skirt he brought down the fabric ❝ You wanted to act like brat? You’ll be treated like a brat ❞

His hands groped your flesh, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb ❝ It’s my fault really— spoiled you too much. But don’t worry, daddy will fix that attitude of yours ❞ He left a quick pat on your ass, fingers fumbling with his belt. A wave of dread washed over you, the clinking of a belt buckle unlatching was the only residing sound. ❝ No!— Stop— Stop! Don’t you dare!— ❞ SMACK-! You let out a cry of pain feeling the sting of leather land painfully on your ass. The pain had shot up your spine, your legs kicking helplessly.

Fresh tears rolled down your cheeks, SMACK-! Your body jolted forward another cry of pain leaving your lips. The leather rested where it had landed— a threat. Your body racked with sobs as you continued to wail in pain. You struggled against him trying to slip away from his painful grip ❝ Quit yer’ moving!— damnit! ❞ the belt slipped from his fingers adding further damage to his anger. Curling his lips up into a snarl, he reared his hand back landing a painful hit on your ass. The force caused the flesh of your ass to ripple from the impact. You screamed out in pain, another batch of fresh tears bursting from your eyes. Your ass felt like it was on fire and Quaritch showed no signs of letting up. Humiliation and shame washed over you, you’ve never expected to be punished like a child

His cruelty knew no bounds, he would deliberately target the same spot he’s hit over and over again; refusing to wait for the throbbing pain to die down before he struck again. ❝Please—Stop quaritch! It hurts—! ❞ His wicked assaults continued, ❝Maybe next time you’ll think your actions through— ❞ He spat out in frustration, landing another painful smack on your ass. Your body wracked with an onslaught of tears and sobs. The sound of wailing and suffering echoed throughout the room. His hands were brutal as they hit your reddening cheeks again and again. You screamed and sobbed out in pain, unable to restrain yourself from begging him to stop. To please— stop He ignored your chocked up cries.

The faintest ghost of a cruel smile touched his lips, he enjoyed hearing your pitiful cries. Quaritch took a step back, gazing at the appreciated sight in front of him. His pretty girl bent over with fresh markings decorating your ass. His eyes narrowed dangerously, eyeing the way your feet shuffle uncomfortably. Unaware of the proactive view you’re giving him, your hips jerked in surprise feeling his fingers creep closer to your cunt. Your breath hitched, hips wiggling to stray from his touch. You shook like a leaf dreading what’s to come ❝ Quaritch ❞ you cried out, ❝ please, don’t ❞

His fingers pressed against your covered cunt, his thumb circled your weeping hole. Quaritch sucked in a breath, pleasantly surprised to feel your cunt dripping. Poor thing— it was begging to be touched, to be full of him. SMACK—! He landed a solid hit on your clit, your thighs buckled unexpectedly. A sob tore through your throat as your body trembled in agony. He drew his hand back— ❝ Colonel? It’s me Corporal Wainfleet, Parker wants to have a word with you ❞ Paying no mind to the continuous knocking on his door, Quaritch pulled aside your underwear; ❝ Colonel? ❞ the knocking continued. His fingers brushed against your clit, rolling it between his fingers even going as far as pinching it cruelly.

❝ Colonel? ❞ The knocking continue, progressing onto louder bangs. Quaritch let out a ‘tsk’ annoyed that he was being interrupted. Scowling, he drew his hand leaving you weeping cunt drooling for attention. Amongst your small pitiful cries you could hear Quaritch getting annoyed by Lyles persistent in going to see Parker. It didn’t take long to convince him to go, implicating that Parker was ready to unleash another tantrum when things weren’t going right. The door was slammed shut, Quaritch was gone leaving you alone in his office. You sniffled through your tears, body trembling as pain coursed throughout your body.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to stand up on your shaking legs, residing to staying still on the desk. You don’t know how long you stayed like that— seconds, minutes— maybe hours but in the end you were left to your own devices, choosing to wallow in your humiliation.

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natashaslesbian · 1 month

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How about Scarlett being busy with work and R missing her mama while trying to get her attention

Math Test

Word Count: 1.3k

Parings: Mom!ScarlettJohansson x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: none I believe :)

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A/N• eeeee I’m gonna be writing for Scarlett! I’m likely to only do platonic fics for Scar as I’m not sure about writing anything else for an actual person

You sat facing the window while the phone was ringing. Following the raindrops down the glass until your mom finally picked up. “Hey y/n what’s up?” Scarlett asked, “Hi mom, I was just wondering when you’d be home, you said we could have our movie night today” you replied into your mobile. “Oh hunny I’m so sorry I completely forgot, I’m still gonna be at the office for a few hours, we’ll do it another night sweetie” you weren’t really disappointed, you had expected that she forgot. Before you could reply your mother cut you off “y/n I’ve got to go okay I’ll see you later, love you!” You listened to the call disconnect, at least you knew she still loved you, if only she would show you that.

You were asleep by the time Scarlett got home, and she was out before you woke up the next morning. The CEO hadn’t had time to prepare your lunch so she left $20 on the kitchen island for you. You stuffed it into your purse and headed off to school. It was a regular day, the stares and quiet hushes of your peers, the Johansson name hung over you like a dark cloud. It was the second lesson of the day, math, and you had been preparing for your test for the last week. The class fell silent as pens hit paper and you got through the first few questions quickly.

Scarlett was at her desk when her phone rang, your schools number appearing on her screen. “Hello” she said sceptically as she answered. “Hi Ms Johansson, it’s Mr Chan from Bridgewater high, we need you to come and collect y/n immediately. I’m afraid there’s been an incident and she’s been suspended for a week” your principal said. Scarlett was shocked, you had never been in any trouble at school “what’s happened!” She said down the phone. “I’m afraid her teacher caught her cheating on a test, are you available to come and collect her?” Your mother was mortified, she collected her things, asked Kate to hold the fort and stormed out of the office.

Scarlett didn’t say one word to you when she arrived at the school. She stomped back to the car with you half jogging behind to keep up with her. “Mom” you called again, “get in the car” she hissed. “Mom!” You shouted, “y/n get in the car! We’ll talk at home” Scarlett said. The journey felt longer than usual, the uncomfortable silence filled the atmosphere and your leg had began to bounce with anxiety. Scarlett’s grip was tight on the steering wheel, and she made a point of reving the engine to make sure you knew she was angry.

Your mom had you sat at the kitchen table the second you were inside, she remained on her feet and you realised how much trouble you were in. “Why?” Scarlett said “why on earth would you cheat on a test? I don’t understand y/n your one of the smartest kids in that school what the hell where you thinking!” She shouted. “I knew all the answers I just….” You whispered. “You what?” Scarlett said as she slammed her fists on the table “y/n like it or not you are a Johansson and I will not have you drag down the name, I have worked to damn hard!” Your mom screamed. “Well maybe you should stop working so hard!” You sobbed “maybe you should stop working and come home and be with me!” you cried.

Absolute silence fell across the room. Your mom had never heard you shout so loud, never seen you fight so hard to hold back tears. It seemed all at once she realised how you must be feeling “sweetheart” she whispered, a stark contrast from the noise moments before. “You were trying to get caught?” She asked as she came and sat on a nearby chair. “I didn’t know what else to do” you sniffled. “Baby you should’ve talked to me” Scarlett said, a hint of guilt coating her voice. “I tried, but you’re always so busy at the office and filming and now directing” you said as you used your sleeve to wipe your nose.

Your mom had never felt more ashamed. How had she been ignoring the one thing that mattered most to her, gotten so wrapped up in her work life that she hadn’t even noticed how desperate you were for her attention. “Y/n I’m so sorry. You’re right I’ve been so busy and I thought that it would help you in the long run but I completely missed what was happening right in front of me” Scarlett said as she began to softly cry. “I just wanna spend time with you mama” you whimpered. “Oh baby, come here, can I give you a cuddle?” Your mom asked.

You didn’t waste a second as you shuffled over to your mom, settling in her lap and wrapping yourself around her. You cried into her shoulder, soaking her shirt as Scarlett continued to whisper apologies into your ear. “Look at me baby” Your mom said as she gently held your face on her hands “I’m gonna take some time off work okay, it’s just gonna be me and you.” She said. You nodded as she wiped your teary eyes and lent forward to kiss you on the forehead. “Why don’t you go jump in the shower, I’ll order some food and then we’ll watch Toy Story” Scarlett said. “Pizza?” You whispered “of course baby” your mom smiled.

No less than an hour later you were curled up in your mom’s lap nibbling on your beloved pepperoni pizza. You promised not to quote too much of the film but Scarlett knew that was never going to happen. Toy Story was your absolute comfort film, you watched it after a bad day or when you were sick, even if you were just tired it was your go to. Your mom was gently carding her fingers across your scalp, the two of you were wrapped up in a big fuzzy blanket and Scarlett insisted that you were to lie still while she took care of you. Holding the pizza for you to eat and wiping up the sauce that dribbled down your cheek. You would never admit it, but you were enjoying your moms affection even though to others it may have seemed childlike.

When the first film had ended, Scarlett moved to grab the remote but when your head fell limp against her she realised you were fast asleep. “My baby” Scarlett cooed as she twisted you into her arms and stood up to carry you to bed. She waddled into your room and gentle placed you on the mattress. “Mama” you whined when you felt her let go “mamas bed?” You innocently asked “you wanna sleep with mommy tonight?” Scarlett asked, you nodded sleepily and your mom scooped you back up into her embrace, not forgetting to grab your stuffed bunny. You instantly rolled onto your moms side of the bed when she set you down, already missing her even though she was only across the room getting changed.

Your eyes fluttered open when you felt the bed dip behind you, you rolled over straight away to find her waiting with her arms open. You inhaled her scent, a gorgeous smell of cotton and lilies filled your nose. “‘M sorry for cheating on my test mama” you whispered “am I in trouble?” You asked. You felt Scarlett sigh heavily “I think we can let this one slide baby girl” your mom said “we may still have to deal with Mr Chan when you go back to school though” you groaned into your moms neck “he’s a dick” you said “he sure is” your mom agreed. Scarlett switched off the bedside lamp and pulled the duvet up to cover you both. “I love you so much y/n” she said as she began to trace her fingers up and down her back “I love you too mommy” you said with a smile.

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klausysworld · 6 months

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Love is never simple PART 2!!! (Part 1 here)

(I will be changing some things about the original plot, I hope that nobody minds)

After returning home Klaus ordered two of his hybrids to follow and report on Y/n. If she was any good at vampire hunting then he needed to keep a good eye on her. He didn't want her to think she had any kind of upper hand over him.

It was clear to say that he underestimated her.

The second his hybrids set their eyes on her she could sense it. It clicked in her mind immediately that Klaus knew. She had two ways to play: pretend she didn't know or send him a message. She didn't think about it for too long if she were honest, she desperately wanted to behead a hybrid.

It was easy to take them out, they weren't expecting her to be behind them when they followed her round the corner. She called Tyler and yelled t him to get his sorry ass to the street she was on. She them threatened to leave him in a similar state to his fellow mongrels if he didn't do exactly as she said.

That evening, when klaus came home he found both hybrids sat on his bed. Blood covered his bedding, drenching the mattress and staining everything. The hybrids held the others heads in a way that made it seem like it was an offering and it was so psychotically disturbing that Klaus found himself smiling. A laugh left his lips and he pressed his hand to his mouth to quieten himself, unaware that Tyler was messaging Y/n and letting her know of Klaus's reaction.

Klaus changed rooms, not wanting his floors to be stained. The hybrids were burned and he let the others mourn them for a day before getting back to work. He then began to wonder how he should go about Y/n. Clearly she didn't want to be on his side, however he also remembered how she had behaved on the night of homecoming. She had started off being revolted but for a good few minutes she completely forgot what he was. Deep down she was still a just a girl and he could use that to his advantage.

Klaus decided he would try to push her buttons a little. He knew that she had been apart of the reason that Damon and Mikael didn't kill him, this fact made him curious. She didn't want him dead? Or she did but for some reason she needed him alive? He wasn't sure but whatever the reason, she didn't show any warning signs that she was planning his murder. Besides, she wouldn't have sent him his hybrids like that, proof of what she was, if she planned to use it against him. She was smarter than that, he was sure.

He barely slept as he thought of every possibility. He had so many questions that would never be answered and so many theories that would never be proved.

Meanwhile Y/n was sat at her desk, a book in front of her that she had filled out herself. The title?:Niklaus Mikaelson.

She stayed up all night making sure she studied all of his silly little tricks. She found any connections to witches he still had, she needed to make sure he had nobody powerful beside him. She knew that the rest of the originals would be walking around town soon enough and she couldn't have them in contact with witches as well. The whole damn town would be up in flames.

So she set out early, around half 3 in the morning. She sped to get to the desired states, knife in hand and gun hidden just incase she couldn't get close.

Y/n was gone for over week killing off the closest of Klaus's alliances. By the time she returned, Klaus had Tyler bite Caroline and Elena was missing. Damon rang Y/n in a state, telling her that Stefan had her and was threatening to throw her off Wickery bridge.

Y/n had just gotten into town and pulled her car over when she spotted Stefan's car screeching to a stop. Elena's cries could be heard and Stefan's yelling.

Y/n ran over, opening the car door and pulling Elena out into a hug. Elena sobbed into her chest hysterically while Stefan slammed his own door shut.

"Put her back in the car" he demanded, his eyes still void of any emotion. Y/n went to scream at him but Elena was already there "how could you? My parents died on that bridge- I almost died...you know that...you saved me" she whimpered, holding onto Y/n's sleeve like a little child.

Stefan tried to make the argument that this was the only way to get at Klaus. That he had the upper hand and that he wasn't actually going to drive off the bridge but Elena wasn't budging. She begged to know what would have happened if Klaus didn't give in but Stefan didn’t entertain the idea. After letting Elena stand her own for a moment and seeing Stefan so carelessly regard her life, Y/n snapped.

"Elena get in my car" she instructed and Elena fell quiet. She hesitated for a second, but after taking in the expression on her face and knew it was best not to argue. Obediently, she walked to Y/n's car and sat in the passenger seat. She could see Y/n's phone and so rang Damon, warning him that Stefan may turn up bloody and bruised and also crying down the phone over what happened.

She tried her best not to look up when she could hear the muffled yelling and fighting from in from outside.

Y/n had Stefan on his knees, bleeding from the head and stomach, a hand of his 'hero' hair in her grip as she dragged his face up and leant down "Give Klaus those fucking coffins back or I swear to fuck that I will help him destroy you" she threatened but he shook his head with laboured breathing.

"I won't let him win" he panted and she smacked him across the face making his head whip to the side before back to her

"how blind are you Stefan? If this is how you're behaving then he's already won." she whispered, holding his chin tightly. She scoffed lightly when he wouldn't look and her "you're fucking pathetic" she told him. "If you think for one moment that I'm going to let you petrify Elena, torture everyone around you just for some stupid revenge fantasy-"

"He ruined my life, Y/n! He's already destroyed me and I want to watch him hurt" he growled

"why?" she questioned, knowingly

"Because I'm fucking angry Y/n!" he stated and a small smile quirked at her lips. She could work with Stefan if he felt something, his humanity was trying to come back.

"Then you care too" she whispered "you're just not letting yourself feel everything"

"I can't Y/n" he uttered, his eyes watering "If i let myself feel everything- everything I've done...I can't survive that"

"You deserve to feel the pain Stefan. Look around...you need to feel the hurt so that you can move past it." she told him and he looked down. "I give you until tomorrow night to give in before I'm forced to handle this my way" she muttered before placing her hands at his jaw and snapping his neck to the side.

She got into the car and drove Elena and herself to Caroline's. Klaus was just coming out of her house making Elena lower in her seat while Y/n got out the car.

Klaus glanced her up and down, noting the blood she had splattered all over her clothes and the teary doppelgänger in the car. "Caroline's been healed" he told her calmly, keeping his distance.

"I'll be changing the ownership of that house so you can't get in" she warned and he chuckled, watching as she grabbed a white birthday bag from her boot and walking towards Carolines.

He watched her for a moment as she opened the front door, he listened as she gave Caroline a hug and her birthday present before leaving shortly with the promise of seeing her tomorrow. His eyes locked back on hers as soon as she stepped outside

"what?" she barked and he smirked

"nothing, nothing" he claimed and she sighed "I was just wondering whose blood-"

"Stefan's but don't worry, I didn't kill your boyfriend" she mumbled, heading back to her car

"He's not- oh for gods sake" he muttered, following her "Where is he?"

"Hopefully thinking his time over" she opened her door and looked at him once more "You should have you coffins within 48 hours, if you don't...come find me" she told him for sitting down and closing her door. He watched in interest as she pulled out of the drive and Elena began to whisper to her.

Once they got home Y/n told Elena of her and Stefan's conversation and how she hoped that this would bring the Stefan they knew back. Elena looked at Y/n with a soft look

"You think...he could be something less than a monster?" she asked quietly and Y/n swallowed thickly.

"I think...I think he doesn't want to be a monster" she whispered "I- he wasn't always a monster...so maybe he could...I don't know, like, be better?" she mumbled, confused with the situation herself. "But that doesn't mean I like him, or that you should ever feel like you have to forgive him." she told her and Elena nodded.

"I don't think I can... not for a while" she whispered and Y/n nodded

"That's probably a good thing" she smiled weakly and the two sat for a moment before disappearing to their own rooms in an attempt to get over this day.

Thankfully, with an extra shove from Damon, Stefan came to and agreed to make a truce with Klaus. So they decided to give all the coffins back, however before leaving them in Klaus's living room, they undaggered every last Mikaelson. Except of course, the one which was closed but Y/n had witches on the phone to figure out how to open it already.

It took the help of a lot of Bennet witches, dead and alive, they even had to locate Bonnies mother. Surprisingly there was no sight of Klaus or his family for the few days it took them of draining the coffins magic until they were sure that the seal was broken. Y/n had firm words with Abby and made sure to comfort Bonnie as well as she knew how to.

And then they waited.

Unbeknownst to them, the Mikaelson house was practically a war zone. Klaus had been enduring a series of well deserved torture from each of his siblings, screaming empty threats and promises at them until they temporarily killed him in some of the most painful ways they knew how to shut him up.

Until each of them was silence by the mere presence of their supposed-to-be-dead mother. She claimed the house as her own in a matter of seconds and had her children on a tight leash.

They cleaned up and hid in their rooms, confused, afraid and somewhat hopeful.

Another day went by before Esther decided they needed something special to celebrate their reunion, a ball. She also demanded that they try to find dates. Niklaus especially.

Esther was a clever women, a crafty bitch of a witch. Over her last few years of being on the other side she had kept an eye on Y/n. She had spotted her, seen her potential and invested herself into it. Esther had also happened to see the homecoming, she knew that her son's interest had been captured. She knew how easily Klaus would soften just from a girl being kind to him for a few moments. Whether he liked it or not, Y/n had now taken a place in his mind. Esther also believed that despite Y/n somewhat befriending a couple vampires that her hatred would outweigh any bond she seemingly built and that if she could get her to the ball and spoke to her then she would be of even more use.

And, as expected, Klaus went to the Gilberts house. He had an invitation in one hand and a beautiful ballgown wrapped up in the other. For some reason he had a weird feeling in his stomach and his head ached. He gave a few hesitant knocks to the door and stepped back. He took a breath, fully prepared to be hit and told to fuck off and die.

He did not expect a half asleep Y/n to open the door, her eyes squinted to block the sun, her hair big and fluffy and her face bare of any makeup. Her brows scrunched together when she saw Klaus and she cleared her throat

"Yes?" she asked, trying to sound more assertive but the oversized jumper and sleepy eyes made it far too difficult to take her seriously. He could feel his face twitch to a smile but he tilted his head down to hide it. He shook his head subtly to himself before looking ack to her eyes and opening his mouth to get some words out. Instead, he just ended up staring at her, unable to form the sentence he wanted making her wipe her eyes and wake up more to pay attention.

Her eyes dropped to the gifts in his hands and his awkward, nervous behaviour. "Oh dear" she muttered and his face flushed, was she going to say no before he even asked? With a sigh and an eye roll she reached her hands out and took both items from him, placing the box inside by the door and tearing the envelope over. Klaus watched with wide eyes as she read both the formal invitation and Klaus's personal message where he asked her for a dance. She doubled checked that times before glancing up at him.

"See you at seven" she whispered with a nod before closing the door. He stood there for another minute before turning around and heading home, unsure on what he was supposed to do now.

Meanwhile Y/n walked into the kitchen where the Salvatores, Elena, Caroline, Bonnie and Matt all sat looking to her expectantly. She held up her invitation and in return they each held up theirs.

"Alright so, just so we're all on the same level-" Caroline began, leaning forward in her seat "some guy named Kol has invited me, Elijah invited Bonnie, Rebekah wants Matt and now Klaus has asked Y/n!?" her voice progressively grew louder and higher. Damon and Stefan sighed before Elena spoke

"Yeah.. and uh... Esther, their mother, wants to speak to me...privately" she mumbled and everyone went quiet for a second.

"So do we...go?" Bonnie asked and they all murmured quietly.

"I mean...free drinks and possibly food? Do they do food at dances or do I have to eat before I go?" Y/n asked tiredly and Caroline shook her head

"No no, you'll look bloated if you eat beforehand" She muttered and Damon pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Right" Y/n whispered.

"Screw it, we should go" Elena decided and reluctantly everyone came to an agreement.

The girls would all go to Caroline's to get ready and meet the guys there.

Once they had done each others hair and makeup, made sure they all felt right and ready. They all stayed in Bonnie's car for a little while outside of the Mikaelson mansion

"Something bad is going down tonight" Y/n murmured and Elena sighed.

"We have to face it" she whispered

"Or we get shit faced and forget whatever goes down?" Y/n offered and Bonnie giggled while Caroline placed her hand over her face before opening the door

"come on, lets get" she called and they groaned as they piled out and maid their way inside.

Y/n let them filter out to the Salvatores and their dates while she swiftly weaved her way toward the sweet scent of alcohol. For once she didn't sense Klaus watching her as she downed four flutes of champagne in the space of 60 seconds, letting it rush straight to her head and smiling to herself.

With a quiet chuckle Klaus made his way over, standing just behind her and to her side as he cleared his throat "Y/n?" he called and she whipped round

"Klaus" she greeted and he smirked

"Enjoying the beverages?" he teased lightly

"Uh honestly no, it's rather disgusting but if you drink it fast enough then you don't really taste it" she grinned and he raised a brow

"Well...that's not what I was expecting...then again you've been very unpredictable today...are you feeling alright, love?" He whispered the last bit as though it were a serious matter and she rolled her eyes once more.

"Well everyone else got an invite, I was glad not to be the only one" she told him and he hummed

"I see" he stated, looking her over for a moment before taking a breath and smiling "you look stunning, sweetheart" he complimented and she glanced away from his gaze.

Y/n wasn't the relationship type. She wasn't ever really given compliments, she was rude to most people especially supernaturals and lets face it they covered half the town. The occasions she did attract attention it was because she 'looked hot' or 'sexy' which only pissed her off more and made her avoid any kind of revealing or tight clothes when since the 9th grade. So she didn't really think Klaus meant anything by those words, and she didn't want him or anyone to say things like that if it didn't mean anything.

So she looked past him and ignored the compliment, instead glancing around to spot everyone. "So do you have to like announce the dances or do you just go whenever?" she asked and he tilted his head

"I thought this town had dances all the time, you've never been to one?" he questioned, and she shook her head

"Elena dressed up and did the dances with mom. I went to Aug- I went hunting with dad" she answered and he nodded

"Hunting..." he trailed despite knowing the answer

"Vampires"

"Vampires" he repeated. "When exactly did you start hunting vampires?" he asked curiously and she shrugged.

"I don't really know...I was maybe six or something like that when I saw one and it soon after my dad was filling my head with knowledge on them" she explained and he frowned a little but before he could comment Esther was tapping her glass and encouraging her children to come together so should properly announce the occasion.

Esther switched her gaze between the Gilbert sisters and the Bennet witch. She couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement, everything was going her way. So she stood proudly for a moment as she watched her children dance what she assumed to be their last nights away.

Klaus gently placed his hand on her waist, watching her shift and take a breath before taking his hand. She didn't like to touch him, he could tell by the look in her eyes but she didn't push him away, she still put her hands on him with no intention of harm and that was enough to make Klaus smile.

Y/n tried to forget that he was a psychotic thousand year old vampire/werewolf hybrid just for a moment but it was more difficult this time. The music was slow, unlike the homecoming, and there was a specific routine which she was already struggling to follow which meant he couldn't decide to start spinning her around unless she wanted even more eyes on her and he knew for a fact that she didn't. Klaus could feel how tense she was, her eyes never landed on him and when he tried to compliment her she only looked more uncomfortable.

He sighed to himself and watched her for a short moment. She truly did look elegant that night, like a princess. The dress fit her like a glove and for once he was able to see the soft curves of her body though he knew not to comment on that. He wasn't really sure if he was allowed to comment on anything. She was gorgeous, the makeup on her face only emphasised the features he had already liked on her, like her eyes and her lips. But at the same time he wanted to see her like he did early that day again, when she was drowsy and messy. He liked that she didn't cover up every tiny little mark on her skin or feel that she had to sit and style her hair each morning, though he was still fond of how it had been done for this evening. He had so much he was thinking but he couldn't find a way to say any of it to her. Not when she looked like she'd rather be anywhere but here.

Reluctantly he tried to catch her eye "Love?" he whispered and she glanced to him "can I show you something?" he asked and she nodded, anything would be better than pretending to enjoy any part of that.

So he guided her upstairs, to his art room. She was skeptical but he expected her to be as such. Still, he took her inside and let her look around. His eyes followed her, waiting to see if her expression or body language would give away any of her thoughts or opinions.

Curiously she dug through his sketches, seemingly looking for something specific. He came beside her and placed his hand on top of hers "What are you searching for?" he asked quietly and she looked up at him for a moment. He tilted his head and gave a gentle smile to try and show he bared no harm and she hesitantly told him

"The sun and moon curse...you made drawings right? On scrolls and stuff?" she questioned and he smiled

"I did yes" he confirmed and took her had without thinking, bringing her to his room where he then let her go and began digging under his bed making her laugh. He remerged a moment later with a box, he tossed the lid onto his bed and pulled out a bunch of old, tattered pieces of paper. He flipped through them before bringing a few over to her, letting her hold them and study them with genuine interest. He explained what different parts meant and found himself with a hand on her shoulder as he pointed to different sections.

"Just to be a hybrid?" she questioned and he shook his head

"I don't care that I'm half and half, if anything it's only made things more difficult. I just wanted to feel whole." he told her, glancing to find her fully turned to him and listening making him sit down on the edge of his bed and her to follow suit, much to his surprise, before he continued. "When my mother suppressed my werewolf side, it quite literally felt like part of me was locked deep inside me and begging to be set free. I walked this earth for a thousand years, never feeling quite like myself...though I suppose I don't really know who I am anymore. In some ways your mindset is correct, vampirism changes a person. But it was not vampirism that made me a monster... it was my mother and my...and Mikael. I'm sure you know of plenty humans that you and the rest of the world would consider a beast. If they lived as long as I have, even without the urge to drink blood, they would become a horrible creature no matter their species."

She contemplated his words for some time in silence and he let her. She knew he was right. Anyone would go mad if they had been though the masses that he had and had to keep going that that amount of time. Y/n didn't like that there were so many different ways to think about things. She wished that it was as simple as 'all vampires are evil' but it would never be that way.

She looked at him for a minute or so, it was so odd how someone so vicious could look like an angel. She always told herself it was a disguise but really it was proof of who they used to be. Their eyes especially, they held so much. Especially his, she could see the pain and the sadness, the anger and the betrayal, fear and paranoia, but she could also see that little flicker of warmth. Part of her wished that she could go back and never of left her fathers office, she shouldn't have gone near those vampires. She wished she could help Klaus relight that little spark inside him but she just didn't think she could. Her hatred was deep rooted, she had been and secretly still did torture and experiment on vampires. She had been stealing blood samples from her supernatural friends and giving it to Augustine. For years Y/n assumed that she was doing the right thing, protecting her own, but now she worried that she had been behaving almost as badly as the vampires themselves.

She hesitated slightly but Klaus still saw it, he could see a lot going on in her head and let it settle before speaking again.

"You can keep the aztec sketches" he told her and she blinked at him

"Oh- no that's okay" she smiled and handed them back to him but he pulled his hands away

"I don't know why you wanted to see them but I'm glad that you did and that you spoke to me...listened and what have you. I didn't really think you would come tonight and so I want you to have them as a thank you of sorts?" he told her and she smiled softly

"Can I ask...why would you want me to be here tonight? I mean you have a lot of options, less complicated ones. I don't know what you thought tonight would become but surely you didn't think that anything more could become of this right?" she asked and he shrugged softly

"Maybe one day" he offered but she shook her head

"I will never be a vampire" she reminds "and I don't think I could ever truly have feelings for a vampire and even if I did, what would be the point if I just grew old and you didn't?"

"I'm sure we'll find out soon sweetheart" he whispered.

They both sat quietly for a moment before a thud and a crack could be heard. They both let out a huff before Y/n groaned "Fucking Salvatores"

Klaus let out a laugh and stood up, offering a hand to Y/n and pulling her up "I'm certain a Mikaelson will have involvement too" he smiled and she tutted

"Oh what ever will we do" she whispered as they made their way back downstairs, finding Kol on the floor and Damon standing over him. She gave Klaus a look to which he smiled knowingly as she followed Damon to his car, before turning to deal with his own family.

They were both to busy to realise the glare that Esther had on her face. She had only heard the last few exchanges of their conversation and then that look at each other. She expected Klaus to fall fast but Y/n was supposed to be strong. She was supposed to help kill Klaus. Still, Esther held onto a small amount of hope that Y/n wasn't completely taken yet and would at least stay out of the way when she eliminated the vampire race.

That night everyone seemed to go to sleep with a bucket load full of thoughts swimming around their minds. Some more dreamy and others leaning more towards nightmares. It was unknown which ones would come true.

(There shall be a part 3, I just didn’t want it to be a drag to read all in one go)

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