#but the thing about his pov is that him and his partner end up becoming the villains

[nico-di-genova]

Prompt?? Request?? Idk what this is but it’s been stuck in my head and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!!

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Frat boy au where lance is super straight passing and acts really frat bro-y. But it’s Outside POV from another person in the college who assumes he’s probably homophobic and doesn’t treat women well/ all that stereotypical frat boy stuff. They complain abt fratboys all the time to their friends too and it’s this whole known thing in their friend group. Then they see him get into this super fancy car with a hot older man (nando ofc) and is like what’s up with that. Person keeps trying to ironically figure out if lance is part of the mafia or some other mystery. Turns out he’s in a loving relationship with his sugar daddy nando (person sees them kissing at a gay bar one night, among other things 😏) and after that they’re like damn wtf and have a change in perception of lance and can’t shut up about it and tells everyone “did u know lance is gay?!!” Other shenanigans ensue.

Bonus if they become friends in the end and lance tells them all the different ways and places nando fucks him.

I need you to know that this has unlocked something that I have been talking with my irls about for literally a month now. I will write this whole thing for you, but right now please enjoy this snippet and some Lore ™.

Also this may be so uniquely specific that no one will enjoy it, but I need everyone to know this has been my secret passion project for weeks now.

Logan absolutely despises group projects. He especially despises them when he’s partnered with perhaps the worst possible group of people you could be partnered with on an assignment that is responsible for a quarter of their grade. Other than the girl sitting to his left, her blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail, spreading out notes in multi-colored pen and highlighter, their table is the least inspiring of the lot. For one, there’s him, who had barely passed elementary calc. last year and was on his way to failing macroeconomics this semester. But it’s the two sitting across from him that instill a particular sort of dread.

“You going to Rusty’s tonight?” one of them asks, Esteban, tall and lanky and slumped so low in his chair that Logan can almost touch his feet even though he’s clear on the other side of the table.

The other one, Lance, broad and just as long as his friend, shrugs, “I don’t know, man. Getting kind of bored of it.”

Logan watches as Lance takes off his backwards cap long enough to ruffle at his hair before sliding the hat back down onto his head. There’s Greek lettering embroidered along back for some fraternity Logan doesn’t know the letters of, but is sure they’re assholes, nonetheless. He’s seen the way Lance strolls into class enough times, backpack slung over one shoulder, if he even bothers to bring it, his phone in the other. He wears his AirPods during class, which easily outs him as the elitist snob he is – the type of student who’s here partying on daddy’s dime, who wouldn’t know what the term ‘work study’ meant if it ran him over with the  bike Logan knows Lance keeps in the University Village parking lot. Logan couldn’t afford off-campus housing, but he knows Lance can, the bike is always parked in a resident spot.

The girl beside him shifts her notes closer, he turns his attention to her, so he doesn’t have to hear Lance recount his exploits at the local bar that is known for serving underage undergrads.

“You took all of these?” He asks the girl, mildly impressed. Her handwriting is neat, so neat it almost looks unnatural. She’s color coded them, bolded certain words and underlined others. Logan is suddenly ashamed of the chicken scratch in his notebook that’s tucked beneath his arm.

For those that don’t know, Florida Gulf Coast University is a school in Fort Myers (in south Florida, on the opposite coast of Miami). Their big draw is being “close” to the beach, realistically it’s like a 30 minute drive.

They typically attract local kids on scholarship, or rich northerners who are just looking for an easy education. But they do offer a unique golf management degree, and their claim to fame is that they’re sometimes decent in the basketball department (like 1 time in 2015 but they just will not let it go). They also somewhat have a reputation as a party school (tho I think Miami definitely more than them).

Being built predominantly around preserved land, FGCU also has a big “eco-friendly” outlook. So lots of walking paths, a course called colloquium that all students have to take, and the one everyone dreads because you have to walk through the swamp for part of it. Lucky for Lance, he would have attended during the COVID years, and thus could avoid the swamp walk because all courses were virtual.

He’d probably be a member of Alpha Epsilon Pi, the Jewish fraternity on campus. They’re lowkey, but also kind of throw the best parties, off-campus of course because FGCU doesn’t have official fraternity or sorority housing. In this world Lance has definitely drank jungle juice from a trash can with a nozzle cut into the base. He is aware of the existence of “Saturdays are for the boys” flags, frat boy Lance is something that can be both repulsive and endearing.

He has a car, but most the time he opts to take his bike places. Fernando first runs into him when he’s in his bike gear actually, which, you know, hard to resist that. Plus, picture Fernando being Lance’s backpack. Please envision it, it’s a very important image. It’s definitely happened in this universe.

Strollonso beach dates??? Yeah, 100% happened here too. One of the reasons Lance even ends up at FGCU is because of the beach, so you know his ass is there most weekends. He forgets sunscreen frequently, Fernando is used to applying aloe to his back after they’ve spent a long day on the boat. He probably has that sunburned warmth to him like 24/7. He never forgets his sunglasses though, so he also maybe has raccoon eyes.

Oh yeah, and Logan, being a South Florida boy, probably would have attended FGCU too. His tinder profile unfortunately probably does feature a photo of him holding a fish. Just Florida boy things.

Anyway, this maybe is nothing. But if you want to talk more about this au please feel free to message me/send an ask. And I will 100% be ready to ramble more about this ultra specific fic. A chapter coming after keep to the line this weekend maybe.

#I have so much to say about this #literally I have notes upon notes that I’ve been building with my friends #we are so sure in another universe he went to fgcu #we know it in our bones #strollonso #strollonso fic #strollonso college au #lance stroll

[jaekaicx]

rb and put in the tags a piece of media with an amazing concept but terrible execution

#the 'minecraft stranded' series by the proper idiots/dummies on youtube #the overall plot is nothing big its a bunch of plane passengers crashing onto an island and stuff happens #theyre split into pairs and they each get into conflicts w each other out of pointless paranoia #but the thing i love abt is is the perspective and the way it ends #so each of the youtubers posted their own povs and i first watched it from unspeakable's pov #but the thing about his pov is that him and his partner end up becoming the villains #unspeakable is kind of a dummie bc thats how he usually portrays himself #but his partner ryguy is super smart #he's a strategist and an engineer he makes these cool hidden bases and ends up making gear thats far beyond the other teams' #at one point the other teams worked together to raid their base and ryguy came up w this elaborate escape plan that worked almost flawlessly #but the main thing is the ending #its kind of a long story but basically things went really wrong for unspeakable (nathan) & ryguy. so they plotted revenge #ryguy went a bit crazy but he ended up creating this super op gear for him and nathan and they used it to threaten everyone else #and theres nothing anyone can do about it #ryguy ends up staying on the island to live out his power trip but he makes a deal to let the others leave if they leave him alone #the overall story isnt really that great. like its a minecraft rp series there isnt much to expect #but i liked the twist its what made it memorable #ive wanted to make something inspired by it like an au or smth but id have no clue how to go about it #i just wanted an excuse to talk abt it #but also pls share i wanna see

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

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“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

#slashers #thomas hewitt #slashers x reader #slashers x you #tcm #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #tcm 2006 #tcm 2003 #tommy hewitt #thomas brown hewitt #leatherface #cw daddy kink #cw smut #cw voyeurism #cw breeding

[yoon-kooks]

paired & pierced | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: When your professor assigns a collaborative midterm project, you’re paired up with Jeon Jungkook, the quiet grumpy smartass who keeps to himself and doesn’t fuck with popular kids like you. If you can win him over, he might give you a taste of the tatted and pierced body he’s carefully tucked away beneath those oversized hoodies.

⛓️word count: 5.3k

⛓️warnings: dom!jungkook, sub!reader, unprotected rough sex, daddy kink, good girl kink, she's tight, he's big, fingering, mutual masturbation, begging, edging, orgasm denial, cumshot, dick tattoo, not the soft jjk i usually write

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

a/n: this is a request from @screamertannie !💖 im not used to writing dom/sub stuff but i tried!! paired & puppy-eyed is jungkook's pov✨

It’s become somewhat of a pre-class ritual for the gals to gather around your desk to discuss anything from the latest frat party hookups to guessing the lengths of your male classmates. The gossip doesn’t particularly interest you, and you’ve never once contributed to the cock talk. But who are you to tell them to leave you alone? If people naturally gravitate toward you, you should see it as a good thing.

“I heard that hottie Tim is single again,” Blue Hair Girl says, turning to you with the curious eyes of a true gossiper. “Y/N, you were hanging out with him at that party last weekend, weren’t you? Is he as big as they say?”

“Didn’t see it.” And you’re glad you didn’t. You wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt when he approached you, but he kept pulling you in for PDA conveniently when his ex was in sight. He was clearly using you for something you want no part of. In the end, you let him off easy by saying you had to leave early to feed your fish (you don’t have any fucking fish).

“Aw, that’s too bad.” Blue Hair Girl and the others give you a few pouty frowns.

“Yep.” Not really.

“Well, speaking of hotties, I’ve been trying to get Hoseok’s attention for a week now,” Nose Ring Girl sighs. She suddenly grasps your hands and pleads, “Wait, Y/N, you’re friends with him, right? Think you can give me his number?”

You wouldn’t call Hoseok a “friend”—he’s more of an acquaintance you happen to be friendly with, much like everyone sitting around you. But you do have his number. You have a lot of people’s numbers on your phone even though you can’t match any of their names to their faces.

“Here.” You flash your phone screen with Hoseok’s contact info before Nose Ring Girl. Her eyes light up like fireworks.

“Thank you so much, Y/N! You’re the best!” she squeals.

Toward the end of class, your professor announces something that makes your stomach turn.

“The midterm will be a partner project where you have to debug the code I assign to you and add on to it in a creative way,” she explains. “And because I’m nice, I’ll let everyone choose their own partners. Please let me know who you’ll be working with before taking off.”

You hate this. You’re surprisingly okay about the debugging part because the masochist in you kind of enjoys it, but you’re not okay with the partner part. When it comes to choosing partners, it never ends well for you. Because despite how many people you surround yourself with, you always struggle to find someone who chooses you before anyone else. 

You’re no one’s number one.

This time is no different. The girls who were so happy to be gossiping at your desk an hour ago are partnering up with one another on the other side of the room. Among them, Nose Ring Girl doesn’t appear to have coupled up yet, so she might be your only shot. Besides, you did her a favor earlier by giving her Hoseok’s number. The least she can do is partner up with you.

“Y/N, guess what?” She skips over to your desk with a big fat smile on her face. “I just texted Hoseok, and he asked to partner up with me. It’s all thanks to you, babe!”

“Oh, cool.” You try not to sound so disheartened.

She gives you a quick hug before heading back to the boy you indirectly set her up with. You’re happy for her, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t suck. Whether intentional or not, it feels like everyone who comes near you just wants something from you—love advice, a boy’s number, PDA to make their ex jealous, or even answers to the homework—which is fine to an extent. The problem is that people keep taking, and you’re tired of not even getting the bare minimum in return.

To top it all off, Big Tim is headed your way. Yes, you want a partner. No, it’s not going to be him. You’ll pick literally anyone else in the class over him. The question is: who else doesn’t have a partner yet? People are paired up left and right. 

Except for maybe the boy sleeping in the seat right next to you.

“Jungkook,” you say in a half-hushed half-hurried voice. The boy doesn’t move an inch. Maybe he’s dead.

You hop out of your chair, stand in front of his desk, and tap on the wooden surface in front of his face. Still no response.

Aware that Big Tim is inching his way closer, you crouch down to hide as if that’ll buy you more time. The boy in front of you needs to wake up right now.

You reach toward his slumped-over body and peel off his hood. There’s a good chance he isn’t dead and just didn’t hear you because he had earbuds in or something. You hope.

No earbuds. But you do find something worth noting—a trail of empty piercing holes up his earlobe. You don’t know Jungkook all that well, but he’s been in a bunch of your comp sci classes and you’ve never seen any piercings on him. You’d remember something like that because you’re a huge sucker for boys covered in piercings and body art. All you remember is that he’s quiet and always gets the highest grades on exams because he’s a genius or whatever.

“Hey Jungkook,” you whisper into his ear and tap one of his fingers. A sleepy eye finally peeks at you. Thank god he isn’t dead. “Wanna be partners?”

He sits up slowly, adjusts his glasses, and looks around the classroom before turning back to your puppy eyes. “Sure, I guess.”

“Good, good,” you sing, scurrying back to your seat. Partner secured. Mission accomplished. Just in the nick of time.

“Y/N, still looking for a partner?” Big Tim asks at your desk.

“I’m actually partnered up with Jungkook, sorry.” You give an apologetic smile. You really need to stop that. If you had just been brutally honest with him the other day at the party, he wouldn’t be here bugging you now.

“That kid asked you to be his partner?” He points a finger at “that kid” who appears to have gone back to sleep.

You nod even though you were the one who technically asked Jungkook.

“And you said yes?”

You nod again. Big Tim continues to stare as if he’s waiting for you to abandon Jungkook for him. Maybe if he wasn’t such an asshole in the first place, you wouldn't be actively avoiding him like the plague. He had his chance.

After several awkward seconds, he finally backs off and Jungkook rises from the dead once more.

“Why didn’t you just partner up with that other guy? It sounded like he wanted to work with you,” Jungkook yawns as he fluffs his bedhead around. He looks so nice and toasty in that hoodie. No wonder why he falls asleep in class so easily.

“That’s not what he wanted.” He wanted to use you to hurt someone else. And you don’t want to be taken advantage of anymore.

“What about everyone else? Aren’t you friends with everyone here?” That’s just the illusion you’ve created. It feels so fake.

You shake your head. “Let’s just say, if a house were on fire and these people had a choice to save either me or one of their actual friends, I’d burn down with the house 10/10 times.”

“And who would you save?” he challenges you. That’s an easy question.

“No one.”

“Good answer.” The edge of his lips curves upward ever so slightly. “Alright, if it’s cool with you, I’ll just do the project myself and slap your name on it. Shouldn’t take me longer than an hour.”

“Wait, I wanna contribute too, you know,” you argue. He might be a smartypants, but you’re not the type of person to slack off and make him do all the work. You wouldn’t be surprised if other people take advantage of him on group projects like this. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t even bother with fake social interactions with peers the way you do. You admire him for that. “We should meet up and work on it together over the weekend.”

“I’m busy,” he says. Bullshit. You can tell when people make up excuses to get out of things because you’re guilty of it too. The difference is that Jungkook doesn’t sugarcoat it with coverup stories like needing to feed your nonexistent fish. Why do you find that so attractive?

“Busy with what?” You flutter your eyelashes and challenge him the way he challenged you. The fact that you’re fighting over the right to help with the project is both silly and refreshing. Usually, it’s the opposite where you’re forced to plead with your group to pull their own weight. But here you are, practically begging the boy to let you do some coding with him. Him pushing you away is a huge turn-on.

“My newborn.” He says it with such a straight face that you take his word for it.

“You have a child?” Your eyes sparkle. That either makes him a young single dilf or a committed family man you probably shouldn’t be batting your eyes at. For everyone’s sake, you hope it’s the former. “If it’s easier for you and the little one, we can work at your place?”

For a long while, he just blinks at you like you’ve said something horribly wrong. Oh no. Maybe he’s still with the kid’s mom and now he thinks you’re trying to invade their space and be some kind of homewrecker.

“I was just fucking with you…” he admits. Why does it feel like he has secondhand embarrassment from your gullible ass? It’s fine, though. You much prefer being gullible over the homewrecker angle. Then he inputs his number and address into your phone. “But if it makes you feel better, come babysit my kid tomorrow.”

The next day, you wake up a little earlier, dress a little cuter, and feel a little more excited than usual. You’re usually indifferent (if not stressed) about hangouts and parties, but Jungkook is different. It’s fun talking to him, and you don’t have to put on a fake smile around him. He’s even got that hot grumpy boy vibe that you’re determined to win over.

After knocking on his door, you wait for a good minute but there’s no response. Maybe he’s still asleep or butt-naked in the shower. You would’ve messaged him that you were on the way, but you were scared he might have second thoughts and cancel the meetup altogether. You’ve lost count of how many times that’s happened to you in your college career.

Just as you lift your fist to knock again, the door swings open. The boy who stands before you has a full sleeve of tattoos, too many piercings to count, a whole man bun, and a handsome face that looks exactly like Jeon Jungkook’s. You didn’t know he had an identical twin with a totally different style. If he wore glasses with a hoodie and took the man bun and piercings out, he’d literally be your quiet neighbor from coding class. It’s fascinating.

“Isn’t it common courtesy to give someone a heads-up before showing up at their door?” he says with his phone in hand. Same grouchy attitude though. You love it.

Wait. You suddenly remember all those mysterious piercing holes you discovered on Jungkook’s ear less than 24 hours ago.

“Why do you look like that?” You point a finger at him as if your question isn’t already rude enough. Maybe you should rephrase it. “I mean, if I’d given you a heads-up, would you have thrown on a hoodie and removed all your piercings before I got here?”

“Maybe.” He lets you into his home, but you’re more concerned about all the sick art on his arm. If he ever rolled up his sleeves in class, you know you’d be too distracted to focus on the lecture. Perhaps that’s why he keeps it all hidden. He’s just looking out for you and your higher education. Yeah right.

“Why do you hide all of this at school?” You’re sure everyone would be coming to you for his number if they knew what he was hiding up his sleeve.

“Tattoos and piercings give people something to talk about,” he explains. “And I’m not really a fan of compliments or small talk.”

Oh. He’s aware of the physical and emotional impact his body art would have on anyone lucky enough to see it with their own eyes. Your poor body is already aching to see more.

“Fine, I won’t talk about how pretty I think your tattoos are.” Or about how hot you find his lip piercing. You’ve always wanted to kiss someone with a lip ring. You’re feeling pouty all of a sudden so you bring out the puppy eyes again.

He studies the way you shamelessly work your charm on him, and you wonder if he picks up on the temptation in your pupils. “I’ll grant you permission to give one single compliment,” he huffs, finally giving in.

You’re quick to wrap your eager paws around his arm and examine it like it’s your most prized possession. The problem is, he has way too many tatts and piercings to fit into a single compliment. You could write a whole essay expressing your love for each piece you see, and that doesn’t even include the ones still buried beneath his clothes.

“Well? Are you gonna fangirl over my tattoos or just keep fondling my arm?” Funny how he’s acting all impatient and bothered by the “fondling” but doesn’t shrug you off of him. In fact, he was the one who lent you his arm in the first place!

“I wish I could see all of them.” That’s your compliment. Because you love the lusting implications behind it.

You flick your eyes up from his arm to his face, and sure enough, he’s got his eye on you as well. It’s almost a crime that it took this long for the two of you to come together like this. You’ve been neighbors in coding class for the past few weeks, and yet you were too busy with the popular crowd and he was too busy not giving a fuck about them. All you want to do now is make up for lost time.

The only thing that distracts you from the boy is a puffy tail minding its own business in the corner of your eye. When you look down, you’re pleasantly surprised to see the tiniest fluffball dropping a mouse toy at your feet.

“Ooh kitty,” you squeal as you squat down to play with the pink-nosed darling. It’s so tiny it fits in the palm of your hand, and its meows sound more like squeaks. “Wait, is this the newborn you were talking about?”

Jungkook nods. “I found her about a week ago and she’s been a menace ever since. Especially in the middle of the night.”

“Is that why you’ve been falling asleep in class lately?” You like the thought of him scolding the kitten for zooming around at 4AM only to fall back asleep with her on his chest. You’ll take a cat dilf any day.

“Yeah. But it also doesn’t help that the professor never says anything important.” He picks up the mouse toy and drops it off with her stash of goodies including a pink bed, a pink blanket, and a pink bunny plushie. The kitten hops into the bed, cuddles up with her bunny, and has the boy cover her up with the blanket. What a spoiled little thing. “So what’s this project about again?”

“You’d know if you were listening!” Gosh, you can’t stand smart people who sleep through every lecture and still come out on top while you’re taking notes and working your ass off. You still want to fuck him though.

“I’m just fucking with you again.” He finally cracks a whole ass smile and it’s beautiful. You’re mesmerized by it as he scoots you over to the computer in his room. “I already finished it, by the way.”

So much for fulfilling your dreams of coding with an exceptionally handsome boy. With a dramatic sigh of disappointment, you run the program on his screen.

As expected, it runs smoothly, free of any bugs. He even threw in an interactive portion with a sleeping kitty. Total cat dad vibes. It’s great, and there’s really no need for you to tamper with the work he’s done. But you refuse to give him the satisfaction of being the one to carry you on this project. Besides, you have an idea of how you can spice up the program and expand on the kitty part.

You spend a good amount of time going through the code line-by-line and inserting small bits here and there. Once you get to the kitty part, you add in a function to wake up the cat and have it start dancing around to a few different songs from your favorite kpop group. When it’s all set, you run it back, earn Jungkook’s stamp of approval, and submit it for your professor to grade.

“Are you sure that Jim guy wasn’t trying to be your partner just to get a good grade? Nerd.” He leans on the chair over your shoulder. You’d correct him on Big Tim’s name, but you’re too focused on the way he looks at you with such gorgeous dark eyes.

“If that were the case, he would’ve asked for a threesome with you too, Nerd,” you fire back. This is the kind of banter that results from putting two smartasses and an immense amount of sexual tension in the same room together. You want more of it.

“Not particularly interested in a threesome with him,” he says rather casually. “Doubt you would be either, judging by that game of dodgeball you were playing yesterday.”

“Well yeah, he’s kind of an asshole.” You shudder at the thought of almost being stuck as Big Tim’s partner. It’s thanks to Jungkook that you escaped that fate. 

“Why do you hang out with those people anyway?” He spins your chair around to face outward and lays himself down on his bed next to the kitten who just woke up from her nap. She’s cleaning her paws like a good girl.

“I know I have a lot of shallow connections, but I figure if I surround myself with enough people, I’ll eventually have to run into someone I genuinely like, right?” You hop out of the chair, sit your ass on the edge of the bed, and convince yourself it’s to play with the kitty. She jumps down right away to catch a fly but you don’t chase after her.

“Found anyone yet?” he asks, gazing up at the ceiling like it’s the night sky. What did you ever do to deserve seeing this handsome boy and his tattoos all laid out on the bed like this? You’d do it a million more times.

“There might be a boy I’m interested in,” you hum.

“I bet it’s Jim, isn’t it?” he laughs. Why is “Jim” the one name this guy knows from your class? “You know, like a passionate love-hate type thing?”

“Fuck no.” You shimmy your ass closer to him and block his scenic view of the ceiling with your face. Now it’s you he’s gazing up at. You’re free to admire the tempting ring around his soft lip, the glimmering piercing through his brow, and all his beautiful features that have drawn you to him. You look him in the eye and lie because you know he already knows the truth. “Never mind, it’s no one.”

“Really?” All of a sudden, he pulls your body down against the mattress and climbs on top of you. One hand holds your wrists above your head while the other caresses your cheek. He leans in close but stops half a centimeter from your lips. “I was under the impression you were kind of into me.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You were begging to work on this project with me yesterday, fondling my arm as soon as you got here, practically eyefucking me a minute ago,” he pauses as his hand unzips your jeans and presses into the folds between your legs. “And you’re pretty wet for me right now.”

You want to lunge at him and devour his lips to prove how right he is, but your arms are still being held captive. He smirks at your failed attempt to bite him. For now, you have to settle for squeezing your thighs against his hand to get the tiniest bit of stimulation. 

“So if it’s not me, who’s this boy you’re interested in?” he whispers into your ear as you feel his hand slipping out from your pleasure spot. “I won’t continue until I get an answer.”

It’d be kinda badass if you had the willpower to keep your lips sealed for at least a minute, but you give in after 0.3 seconds. You never had a fighting chance anyway. “It’s you, Jungkook.”

He smashes his lips against yours, his tongue practically down your throat when he says, “Good girl.”

The ring around his lower lip is cold to the touch, but you keep going in for more. You love the way he tastes—like sweet alcohol that encourages you to keep indulging in the high. He’s so addicting.

At the same time, he helps you kick off your jeans and slides his whole hand back into your panties. He swirls his fingers around, coating them in your lust before rubbing over your clit. The jolt of pleasure draws a soft moan from your mouth and gets your body nice and hot. Normally, you’d be eager to get your hands back to join in on the fun, but the boy somehow knows exactly how you like being touched and toyed with. Plus, you kinda like the idea of being so helpless beneath him.

Eventually, your panties come off, followed by your shirt and his. You get the perfect view of his full sleeve as well as the big shark tattoo on his ribs. If you weren’t so horny, you’d drop everything to analyze each piece in depth. But right now, all your weak mind can handle is admiring the shark.

As soon as he lets your wrists breathe, you run your fingers along his ribs, tracing the tattoo from head to tail. The lines are so smooth and pretty. He has great taste in art and apex predators. You’ll have to ask him for the artist later so you can get yourself a baby shark at your hip.

“Got any others I should know of?” you ask with two paws ready to tear his black jeans off of him. 

“Just one.” He presses his face into the crook of your neck and sucks hard to mark you as his. You can’t wait for Big Tim to see it on Monday. “You’re gonna have to earn it, though.”

You’ll do anything to get his pants off and find that final tattoo. You need to see his bare body in full, and you have an idea of how to earn it.

“Please?” For the hundredth time, you bring out the puppy eyes because that might be his only weakness. His body twitches a tiny bit, but you realize you have to take it up a notch with the dilf angle. “Please, daddy?”

The word not only makes your face hot but also taunts the bulge ready to burst out of his pants. He watches with immense focus as you unbuckle him and free his hard cock from all the fabric standing in its way. 

You assumed you would’ve had to search his skin for that last tattoo, but it’s staring you right in the face. A fat snake slithers along his cock, tempting you to stroke it with its seductive glare. You’d appreciate the design more if not for the fact that snakes eat cute little lizards like salamanders and chameleons, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t incredibly hot.

Without thinking, you wrap both of your hands around his length the same way you had with his arm. Jungkook would probably use the term “fondling” again if he wasn’t so entranced by your touch. If he’s like this with just your hands, you wonder how he’d fare with your whole mouth around him.

Just as you lick the drool from the corner of your lips, he lifts your chin up to meet his gaze. “If you do good today, I’ll let you have a taste tomorrow, yeah?”

Tomorrow is too long of a wait for a starved babe like yourself, but you nod anyway because you want to be praised again.

“Good girl,” he purrs as he removes the final piece of clothing over your breasts. Then he leans back to get your whole bare body in sight. “Can you show daddy how you want to be touched?”

You start by squeezing your breasts together and working your way down to your core. Your legs spread themselves open and your fingers glide right in. One hand pumps in and out of your hole while the other strokes your clit. You’re so wet you’d think you’d already orgasmed several times if you didn’t know any better.

With shy eyes, you glance up at the boy watching your every move. This is the first time someone has ever dropped everything to watch you touch yourself. You usually just tease your clit a little if the cock inside you isn’t enough, but never once has a boy given you his full attention like this. He might not take any notes in class, but he’s definitely jotting a few things down for the next time it’s his turn to play with you.

Your fingers speed up and your panting gets louder. How long is he going to make you suffer before he takes over? The one thing you need right now is for him to fuck you senseless.

But instead of getting handsy with you, he grabs his cock and forces you to watch—not that you’d look away anyway.

“Do you want this cock inside your tight little pussy?” he says rather calmly as he jerks off.

You nod as a gasp for more pleasure escapes you.

“Beg for it.”

“Please daddy,” you whimper, giving up the last of your dignity. “I need you inside my tight little pussy.”

“Such a good girl.” He throws your legs over his shoulders and pushes himself into you. It’s definitely a tight fit, but your body adjusts to him accordingly. You almost lose it when you hear the way he grunts your name. 

As he pounds in and out of you, you feel yourself getting dangerously close. “Jungkook, I’m—”

“Don’t cum yet,” he warns. “Not until I say so.”

You wish you’d known he was the type to torture you for one single release. If you’d known sooner, you would’ve tried to pace yourself. Now you’re stuck on the edge without permission to orgasm. You love it here.

In the meantime, he gives you some more sloppy kisses. His tongue doesn’t have to fight for dominance over your docile one, but he’s certainly not holding back. That, in combination with the forceful thrusting down below, is your definition of the best rough sex.

At some point, the pleasure begins to melt altogether into a foggy haze of feral lust. Your moans have been reduced to a broken record machine, and your poor body is just waiting to hear the word to finally hit its high. You don’t even know how much time has passed.

“You poor thing,” he growls into your mouth. On pure instinct, you tighten around him and feel him tense up. “Do you enjoy it when I tease you like this?”

You nod without thinking too hard about it.

“Think you can go another hour?”

Hell no, but you nod anyway.

“I’m not that mean,” he chuckles as his hands slide up and down your limp legs. “But good to know.”

He quickens the pace to build the pleasure back up with you still so tight around him. Your obnoxious moans and whimpers give porn star vibes. He better let you get your release soon if he doesn’t want any complaints from his neighbors.

“Please, Jungkook, I can’t—” you gasp, biting back the impending wave of pleasure. Your claw marks are etched into his ribs. “Please let me cum.”

Satisfied with your begging, he nods with the cockiest smile you’ve ever seen and gives you the okay. It feels like your whole body breaks into a million pieces of pure pleasure. Your back arches, your walls tighten even more around him, and your chest heaves up and down as you ride the wave out.

Not long after, he pulls out and pumps his fat cock over your breasts until they’re covered in his lust like two glazed donuts. He admires your glossy worn-out body for a good while before tossing you a hand towel to clean up. You feel timid and small all of a sudden. What if there’s nothing left to say after the excitement of sex has come and gone? What if he shrugs you aside like everyone else does once they get what they want from you?

“Did you really call me daddy?” He throws his pants back on and joins you back on the bed. You can tell he’s trying his best to hide a smile, but you see through him. It’s adorable.

“I thought you were into it, no?” Your face is flushed with heat again as you slip back into your outfit.

“It’s cute coming from you, I guess,” he shrugs as if he’s not aware of how weak he is to your baby girl charm. “I was just going with it because you said it first.”

“Well if you don’t like it, I won’t say it next time.” You give him a hmph for extra emphasis.

“I didn’t say that,” he clarifies, almost a little too quickly. You knew it. 

“Hey, can I ask you something?” Your voice is soft.

“Go for it.”

“Why did you invite me over even though you finished most of the project yourself?” It’s been in the back of your mind all day, although you did shove it away during the sex.

“Well, my little demon cat kept me up all night so I thought I might as well work on it. And you were hard set on coming here, weren’t you?” he says. You nod for him to continue. “But also, I wanted you to know that there’s at least one person in our class who’d save you from that house on fire.”

He’d choose you. That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you.

“Yeah, but you hate everyone else, so I’m your only option.” Your smartass can’t help but point out the flaw in his statement. If anything, it’s you challenging him one last time.

“Maybe you’re the only option that matters,” he hums to himself as if those words don’t mean a thing. Who knew a grumpy boy could say such soft things? And who knew you’d fall for it? 

If a hundred shallow friendships is what it took to bring you to this moment—this boy on this bed—then you’re glad you took that route. And you’re even happier that that route ends where this new one begins.

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Unconditionally | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x fem!Black!reader

Summary: Three times when you realised you are in love with your brother’s best friend and one time when it all suddenly made sense.

Warnings: some swear words, my English? (since it’s not my first language)

Words: 4k

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James' POV

*~*~*

Whenever I tried to think back to the time when it all started, I couldn’t exactly pinpoint the moment when I realised I loved James Potter.

He was my brother’s best friend, for Merlin’s sake!

I remember I hated him when we first met. Maybe it was because he was a Potter and my father told us to never befriend a Potter? I was, after all, a daddy’s girl at that time. Sirius loved the idea of going against our father’s orders but me? Not really. I was a good girl.

I stopped being the favourite child of the Black family when I was sorted to Gryffindor alongside my twin brother. It caused a lot of arguing back at home. Sirius was proud to be a Gryffindor. Me? Not so much. Imagine being the favourite child spoiled with compliments only to become a black sheep. I couldn’t bear it. But maybe it was good because it helped me to bond with my brother more? I was even more furious when Regulus was sorted to Slytherin the year after that and took my rightful place on the pedestal. Finally, I understood how my brothers have always felt.

At that time Sirius was a great friend. He helped me get through all the bad feelings I had about myself for something that wasn’t really my fault. Finally, I was okay with all that had happened.

But back to James Potter. The thorn in my side.

Everybody knew he loved Lily Evans, he wasn’t very discreet about his big, awful crush on her. The whole bloody Hogwarts knew about his infatuation with the redhead girl. I used to tease him about it alongside Sirius, Remus, and Peter.

Maybe it was in our 6th year? When I realised?

We were all sitting in Potions classes when Slughorn decided we should work in pairs. I turned to Lily because we usually partnered up.

“Oh, no, no, no,” said Slughron with a big smile on his face “We should mix things up a bit. I’m going to assign your partners”

All of the students present growled at his revelation. I feared I would end up with some Slytherin bloke. However, Slughorn had other plans.

And in that way, Sirius ended up working with Peter (a disaster indeed), Remus was assigned to some Slytherin girl (poor Remus), Lily with Severus Snape (well, they were still friends at that point), Dorcas with a shy girl from Gryffindor, I believed her name was Lucy (Lucy was good at Potions so Dorcas won a partners lottery), Marlene and Mary together (they worked good together), and that left me with James Potter.

I smiled at him but inside I was screaming. Everybody knew Potter was good at every single class but he rarely paid attention to the instructions. I knew I would end up doing all the work myself and constantly reminding him to focus. What I didn’t anticipate was that we would be working on an Amortentia potion. Slughorn first called us to see what the potion should look like and, of course, he asked us what we could smell.

When I tried to concentrate, I recognised the smell of old books, my favourite candy from Honeydukes, Andromeda’s famous pumpkin pie, and something I couldn’t quite recognise.

That’s when the revelation came and I was hit in the face with the smell of James’ cologne. I thought he was standing too close to me but when I looked around he was actually close to Lily Evans bothering her.

The whole class was a nightmare only because I now knew that somehow James Potter’s smell was in MY Amortentia potion. His constant questions about what I could smell didn’t help either. He was too curious for his own good.

“Just drop it, Potter”

“You probably smelled a wet rat”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night”

“I couldn’t sleep if I knew you fancied Wormtail”

“Stop, Potter, or I’m going to hex you”

“Always a charmer, Black”

He tried to touch my shoulder but I was still too scared from the moments before when I smelled him in the potion so I shuffled a little so as not to be touched by the boy. James looked confused and his smile dropped a little but I paid no attention to it, too preoccupied with my own conflicting thoughts.

When the class ended, I quickly packed my bags and left the classroom.

We never talked about it again.

*~*~*

Maybe it was at a party after Gryffindor won with Slytherin? We were all having a blast till the very end. I danced with my friends, drank a lot, and flirted with some boys who tried to get my attention. It wasn’t until our little group of friends were the only ones that stayed in the common room. Marlene had a genius plan to play Spin the Bottle. You had to kiss the person it landed on.

“I’m not going to kiss my sister, McKinnon,” said Sirius. I pretended to vomit at the mere thought of it.

“He’s right, Marlene, what are we supposed to do if it lands on one of us? I know Blacks have a tradition of marrying within the family but I really do not wish to continue this madness”

“Okay, if you don’t want to kiss someone, you need to answer a question truthfully and drink”

We all agreed to that.

Now I see it was stupid.

Remus spun the bottle first and it landed on Peter.

“Truth, please,” said Lupin and we all laughed.

“Okay, Remus, who was your first real kiss?” asked Mary. Remus looked uncomfortable, and so did I because I knew the truth.

“Um, I don’t know if she wants her identity to be revealed” Remus tried to dodge the question.

“Shut up, Moony, you agreed to play the game!” Sirius gave him a shot of firewhiskey which he needed to drink after answering the question.

“Okay” Remus sighed “It was (Y/N)”

“You kissed my sister?!”

“You wanted me to tell the truth!”

“I think I made myself very clear when I said that my sister is off-limits for you idiots!”

“Well, brother, that’s why the kiss was so good” I tried defending Remus but probably made it worse “Because it was forbidden” I winked at Remus who quickly emptied his glass and blushed like crazy.

“This conversation isn’t over” Sirius pointed at his friend “Are you going to tell me you snogged Prongs and Wormtail too?” he asked me.

“You’ll never know, brother”

Peter spinned the bottle next and it landed on Mary. It was a quick kiss.

Mary needed then to kiss Marlene.

Marlene kissed my brother who then kissed Lily.

Lily spun the bottle and I saw that James wanted really badly for it to land on him. His dreams were crushed when it stopped at Dorcas.

Then Dorcas kissed Remus.

But when Remus spun again it landed on me.

“Come here, Remus, for old times’ sake”

Sirius screamed something I couldn’t understand. The kiss with Remus was sweet and quick, just like I remembered our first one. I smiled reassuringly at him after but I knew my brother would talk his ears off later on.

I took the bottle and spun it. I prayed it wouldn’t land on Sirius.

Well.

The bottle landed on James Potter instead.

“Two out of three. Better get ready Peter” I said with a smirk but inside I was actually stressed. I still remembered his smell in amortentia.

James slowly made his way to me never once breaking the eye contact. He sat in front of me, staring intensely. He put his hand on my cheek when his lips met mine. I shut my eyes closed and kissed him back. His lips were soft and, Merlin, he knew what he was doing when he pushed his tongue inside my mouth. I grasped his shirt bringing him closer to me and biting on his lower lip. He moaned a little trying to kiss me even harder but he had too much strength and it ended up with us falling to the ground, James on top of me.

“That’s enough, Prongs, it’s my sister” Sirius helped James get up and then gave me a hand.

I don’t remember much from that party after that.

My mind was still fixated on that little moan.

James Potter’s kiss made my legs weak.

It was mind-blowing.

*~*~*

The party was long forgotten when next day James declared his undying love for Lily Evans to the whole school during breakfast. I tried to squish my little crush when I still had the chance to move on.

At the end of our 6th year, I knew I was fucked. I noticed every single little thing about James Potter. I liked the way those little wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes when he was laughing. I loved his jokes. I adored how much he cared for his friends and family, how he could do absolutely everything in his power to cheer Remus up after a full moon, how he got out of his way to tell Sirius and me that our family name didn’t define us as people, how he would defend Peter when Sirius was making fun of him.

I was even mad at Lily for not seeing how wonderful he was. I was furious when she was still rejecting him, making fun of him. He didn’t deserve that. He deserved to be loved unconditionally. He deserved someone who would fall madly, truly, deeply in love with him, who would know all his quirks and bad sides and even though still love him for who he was.

James Potter was loud and obnoxious and he did strut a little but he was also devoted to his friends, funny, caring, and good-hearted. And if Lily Evans didn’t see that, it was my personal mission to make James realise that he deserved better.

Sirius and I spent the summer at the Potters. My brother went there for almost every school break but it was maybe my third time there. I didn’t want to leave Reggie alone with our parents but turned out he was more than okay with their way of treating me. That was when I sent an owl to Sirius and he told me to pack my bags and go to the Potters.

We had a lot of fun together. We laughed, we played quidditch, we talked a lot, and I even helped them plan their next prank for the beginning of our last year at Hogwarts. Euphemia Potter was a sweet lady who welcomed me to her house with open arms. I helped her a lot around the house and talked to her about every little thing I couldn’t talk about with my mother. She was great, she made me realise that maybe I had a mother but I never had a mom.

Fleamont Potter was just like James but older. He made a lot of jokes, gave us candy when his wife wasn’t looking, he even asked me if I could marry his son once.

”You see, (Y/N), I believe you would be a great match for my son. I see how he looks at you, how his smile is wider whenever you are near. He talks about his mystery girl a lot but he could never tell us when we would be able to meet the love of his life, as he likes to call her. Now I see why. Sirius is always around and I’m not sure he would be okay with his best friend dating his sister”

”Oh, Mr Potter, I think you have it all wrong. I appreciate the vote of confidence but I am not James’ mystery girl. Her name is Lily and she’s my friend”

”We’ll see about that, (Y/N)”

During one evening Sirius went to bed earlier because he didn’t feel good and that left me and James alone in his backyard, lying on the grass and looking up at the night sky.

”Jamie, your father wants me to marry you”

”What?!”

”Yeah, crazy, right? He thinks I’m your mystery girl”

”Oh, and what did you tell him?”

”That it’s definitely not me. That I know the girl you have a crush on and he said that we’ll see”

”I have no idea why he said that I’m very sorry”

”No big deal, Potter”

After a moment of silence, I decided it was time to talk to James about Lily. I was nervous and a little scared that the conversation would ruin our friendship.

”James”

”(Y/N)”

”I’ve been thinking about you and Lily for a while”

”Oh?”

”Yeah” I took a deep breath before continuing,” I think she doesn’t deserve you”

”How so?”

”You see, Jamie, you’ve been trying to get the girl since we were thirteen years old and she’s still not even slightly interested in going on a date with you. She’s always laughing at you, turning you down. I don’t think that’s very good for you. I get that you’re in love with her but maybe you should start thinking about yourself a little bit?”

James was quiet for a moment.

”What do you mean?”

”You deserve the world, James Potter. You deserve a girl who will be madly in love with you. You deserve a girl who will love you unconditionally. You are a good guy. Sure, you have your faults. We all have them. But you should be loved the way you love other people - wholeheartedly. I don’t think Lily is the right girl for you. I’m also not saying you should do whatever I’m telling you right now. I just believe you should think about it a little bit and decide if it’s even worth it. Because you, James Potter, are definitely worth it and it’s her loss if she cannot see that”

”Wow, Black, do you have a crush on me or something?” He chuckled making my heart hurt a little bit.

”You’re also an idiot” I slapped his shoulder but laughed with him too. Despite my smile, my heart was breaking a little bit just because the thought of me having a crush on James only made him laugh. ”I’m your friend, I just hate to see you struggling so much”

”You are a good mate, (Y/N). Thank you for always looking out for me” James took my hand in his and interceded our fingers. He softly caressed my hand with his thumb.

”Always”

*~*~*

During our 7th year, everything changed. James Potter suddenly stopped being interested in Lily Evans anymore. And that was a big, juicy gossip at Hogwarts. How could it have happened that James Potter just stopped loving Lily Evans? Could he have another girl? Maybe he had a secret girlfriend?

There was a lot of gossip about his possible girlfriend going around the school. I was just glad that he finally realised that he was worth much more than what Lily was giving him all those years.

That was also when I noticed that he paid a lot more attention to me. He always sat next to me, he wanted to be partners in every class which made Sirius mad, he helped me with my homework, and he walked me to my classes even when it meant that he would be late to his. It was really weird but I wouldn’t dare to hope he suddenly had a crush on me. I wasn’t stupid.

Until that one fateful night in October when I helped the boys with the prank we planned together. A Ravenclaw prefect was patrolling the corridors. He spotted us near the kitchens and shouted something.

”Run!” Shouted Peter. We all started to run but we were a big group so it would be easy to eventually catch us.

”We need to scatter,” said Remus out of breath. Peter immediately turned the corner and turned into a rat. What a team player.

”(Y/N), here” James took my hand and made me run with him in the opposite direction from Remus and Sirius. He found an empty broom closet and quickly closed the doors behind us. There wasn’t a lot of space so we were very close, our noses were practically touching. James put his fingers on my lips so I was quiet. His other hand was still holding mine and squeezing it reassuringly. After a while, when we were sure the Ravenclaw boy wasn’t coming in this direction, James moved his hand to my waist.

He was staring at me very intensely.

”What?” I whispered to him ”Do I have something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that, Potter?”

”Remember what my dad told you? About my mystery girl?”

”Yeah?” I was confused. Why bringing it up now?

”He was right, you know? It never was Evans. I like her, sure, but as a friend”

”What? Then why were you running after her like a lost puppy all those years?”

”Remember when we first met?”

”Of course, I do, James. I hated you.” He chuckled at that.

”I thought you were a stuck-up rich girl but you proved me wrong, (Y/N). I had this big crush on you in our first year”

I looked at him as if he had three heads. What was he talking about? I put my hand on his forehead to check if he wasn’t sick. He rolled his eyes at me.

”I told Sirius about that. He was my best friend so I thought that he would give me some advice. What I didn’t anticipate though was that he would be overprotective of his sister. He screamed at me almost all night, he said that if I ever try to fancy you again he will personally beat the living shit out of me. I get him, you know? You are his precious little sister…”

”He’s only two minutes and three seconds older”

”…and he wants to protect you from all the bad guys out there even if his best friend is one of them. So I tried to never talk about that again. But Sirius knew. In our third year, he came up with a rule which he then proudly told us about. We are friends and friends don’t fancy each other's siblings. If we ever dare to break the rule, that means we were never friends in the first place. I was scared, you know? I didn’t want to lose both of you so I told him later that he has nothing to worry about because I don’t fancy you anymore, that there is another girl I have my eyes on. He asked me who it was and I panicked. Lily Evans was the first one to come to my mind because you two were always together. So as not to lose my best friend I tried to persuade him that I love Lily Evans”

”You were quite good at that”

”Shut up, Black, I’m not finished. Then you mentioned the conversation with my father and told me to look for someone who deserves me. Love, the problem is I never felt good enough for you but your words made me think. If not now then when? Am I supposed to watch you fall in love with some idiot? Am I supposed to stand in the crowd at your wedding even though I want to be the one waiting at the altar for you? Am I supposed to let the girl of my dreams slip through my fingers because I’m too scared of what my best friend will say about this? You said a lot of nice things about me that night so let me return the favor. You are incredibly smart and witty, (Y/N) Black. I love it when you get so preoccupied with your book that you’re not really paying attention to the world around you. You bite your lip a lot when you’re focused on the books you like. I adore the way you always come up with a sarcastic comment about everything stupid we say. I like to watch you cheer for me and your brother at quidditch matches. I love the way you care for your friends and family, even when some of them obviously don’t deserve that. You are stunning, (Y/N) Black, in and out and I am madly in love with you”

”Remember that one class last year when we were making amortentia? You asked me what I smelled and I didn’t want to tell you”

”I remember”

”That’s because I smelled you and it scared the living shit out of me”

”You smelled me?” James was surprised but he had a small smile on his face.

”Yes” I looked down because I knew I just blushed like crazy and was a little embarrassed about that ”Later on there was this big party after you guys crushed Slytherins at quidditch and Marlene suggested spin the bottle game”

”I really wished that damn bottle would point at me. I might have used a spell to be sure actually”

”You what?”

”That kiss was totally worth it. I still think about it”

”You used magic to kiss me? You’re a fool, James Potter” I laughed a little but couldn’t help myself and grinned happily. ”You didn’t have to do that”

”And why is that?” James smiled at me and let go of my hand. He cupped my cheek instead and waited patiently for my answer. That little bastard. I stared at his lips for longer than I would like to admit it. But, Merlin, how much I wanted to taste those soft lips again, to hear him moan in my mouth.

”Because,” I said getting closer to him. He still looked me in the eyes, our lips brushed when I said the next part ”I am madly in love with you too, James Potter”

He didn’t wait for another second. He pushed his lips against mine and kissed me hard. I put my arms around his neck trying to bring him closer to me. One of his hands wandered behind my back and under my shirt while the other tangled itself in my hair. I bit his lower lip again hoping that I would get the reaction I wanted.

And I did.

He moaned into my lips and put his tongue in my mouth. I remember that at one point we knocked a broom over but we didn’t care much about that.

I felt happy, over the moon happy. James made me feel all of the emotions at once: excitement, love, happiness. I felt as if I was made just for him and he for me. When our lips met it was like fireworks on New Year’s Eve, as cheesy as it sounds. But James Potter made me into one of those giggly girls who wouldn’t shut up about their boyfriends. And the worst part is, I didn’t mind.

When we finally broke apart to get some air, James was grinning like crazy and still holding me close to him. I wondered if he could feel the way my heart was beating so fast.

In that small broom closet, I felt like the luckiest girl in the entire world.

James suddenly became very serious and there was a wrinkle on his forehead as if he was worried about something. He hid his head on my shoulder and hugged me tightly.

”James?”

”Merlin, how am I going to tell that to Padfoot”

”That’s something we should worry about tomorrow”

”Can you kiss it better?”

”You’re not hurt?”

”But I will be tomorrow”

#james potter #james potter x reader #james x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter x female reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter fluff #harry potter #marauders imagine #marauders #marauders x reader #hogwarts #aaron taylor johnson #james potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #marauders fanfiction #hogwarts x reader #james potter imagine #marauders era #james fleamont potter #harry potter imagine #x reader #x reader fluff #x reader imagine #x reader insert

[russosafehaven]

The Stars Amongst the Darkness

Pairing: The Darkling x Fem!Reader

Content: Star Summoner!Reader, Jealous!Reader, Established Relationship

POV: Second

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They say stars are dead when we see them. That when they shine brightly amongst the velvet background of the night sky they are mere burning corpses. The only star that still lives is the sun. All others burnt out many moons ago. We see their carcasses lighting up the darkness of midnight and we use them to guide us. The dead are always the wisest for they’ve lived before us and we can learn from their mistakes.

When Alina first arrived at Little Palace you noticed how Aleksander looked at her. Like she was the sun and in many ways she was. Through her veins she could call the living star to her finger tips and light up the world. The young girl shined much brighter than you did and you envied her. Envied the way Aleksander looked at her light, the same way he once look at your light.

While training with Zoya you saw Alina watching you. Anger ran through your veins, she never did combat training so why was she here. You let your emotions get the best of you and ended up burning your sparring partner. Luckily there was a healer on standby. She didn’t blame you, Zoya would’ve acted the same way if her lover payed more attention to someone else.

Grabbing your kefta you pulled it over you. It was black with silver and gold embroidery. Tiny specks of blue throughout. Representative of your stars and your etherealki abilities. Alina tried to stop you but you shoved past her, not wanting to give the Sun Summoner any mind.

With tall strides you made your way to your chambers. The ones you stayed in long before your relationship with the General. They were untouched by time, the only difference the layer of dust over your belongings. Many books about the stars and constellations. Ideas you had been toying with months ago. The idea of summoning the saints constellations to see if you could perhaps mimic their powers. It was long forgotten when you left your chambers to move in with the General.

It was only when a knock rung out from your door were you pulled out of your notebook. Pulling away from the dreams you once had. Walking to your door you couldn’t even touch the handle before it swung open. Revealing a rather angry Aleksander.

“You said after your training with Zoya you’d be back in our bedroom”

It was a statement and every word was dripping with venom. Scoffing you walked back over to your desk, looking through the sketches you once enjoyed to do. Being with Aleksander you had become more focused on fighting. Neglecting your passions of experimenting and drawing.

“I wanted to return to my old chambers, remember who I was before your shadows consumed me”

Voice quiet to prevent it from breaking, you couldn’t stand to look at him. Fearing the way he was in this position. Aleksander had always towered over you. As you shrank into yourself he seemed even larger.

“My shadows consumed you?! How ridiculous do you have to be to believe that?”

His words were laced in disgust. How could you, his northern star, believe that about yourself? Aleksander took a step towards you and when you responded by retreating from him you could’ve sworn he looked sad.

“Ever since you found the Sun Summoner it has all been about her. I understand, she shines brighter than me and Alina is far prettier than I. She fits into your plan, she is your equal. I was just a replacement until you got the real thing…”

You were crying, tears decorating your cheeks like sapphires. Lighting up the curve of your skin as the candles danced in the corner.

“Are you so naive that you actually think that? Nothing and no one can compare to you milaya… you are my everything. My stars and my moon…”

He took you in his arms, holding you firmly and refusing to loosen his grip. No matter how much you fought against him Aleksander wouldn’t lose you. He wouldn’t lose anyone again.

“Alina is a means to an end, you are my equal. Much more than she. The girl can barely fight, she doesn’t put effort in. Since the moment you were brought here I’ve heard many words about your diligence. Alina could never match up to you, she’s nothing compared to you malyshka”

Every word he spoke you believed. The cadence of his voice made you feel loved.

“I promise you I will do better to focus on you, to spend more time with you my little one. Just come back to our room”

You smiled, not his room as it was yours too. Our room, you thought happily. Aleksander would be your endgame and you would forever be his. The Starless One and his Starry Night.

#darkling x reader #aleksander morozova x reader #ben barnes #the darkling x reader #general kirigan x reader #kirigan x reader

[hopefulatrocity]

Snow And Embers- Part 2

Note: I was not going to do a part 2 for this story but then my brain was like "Part 2? Lucy Gray's POV? Yes." and it wouldn't leave my head. This is my first full smut I've written in years so I hope it's good. Possible OOC dialogue for Coriolanus? Edited by @loganlostitall. Thank you!

Part 1

CW/TW: SMUT!! 18+ only. Unsafe P in v, creampie, breeding kink, oral sex(male receiving), fingering, use of cum as lube, light choking

Please let me know if I forgot anything.

Lucy Gray Baird was many things. Kind, resilient, stubborn, loving. But one thing she wasn't was stupid. 

After her first time with Coriolanus, she thought it was passion, an innate need to claim each other and become one. Coriolanus couldn't keep his hands off of her. Any second they were alone, he was working his hands under her dress and bringing lightning strikes to her nerve endings with every pass of his calloused fingers. To be fair, she couldn't get enough of him either. She had lovers before. But none like this. The boys before, they could hardly be called men, were only focused on themselves. They'd say all the right things but the second they got her under them, it was like she ceased to exist and all they cared for was their own pleasure. He was different. Despite his inexperience, Coryo relished in the pleasure he gave her. Every moan from her lips or arch from her back was just another piece of wood that stoked the flames of his passion for her. 

It was small things that made her realize his intentions were…. More than just being in the moment together. Her experience with men wasn't incredibly extensive but she did know that each man had their own personal desires, things that made them aroused more than others. Her first, Toby Kormin, was extremely aroused by tying Lucy Gray up. And Billy Taupe had an interesting fascination with her feet. Coriolanus…. Well she was fairly certain that Coriolanus liked the idea of getting her pregnant. 

In truth, the first time he came in her, had been a mistake. She was usually very careful in that regard. She made sure her partners knew, in no uncertain terms, they always had to pull out. Lucy Gray had the know-how to deal with any accidents if they did occur. The day she started her monthly, at the tender age of 13, her Momma sat her down and showed her all the herbs to make a preventative tea. But it wasn't fool proof. And having kids was not something she wanted anytime soon. If at all. But that first time with Coriolanus, Lucy Gray lost all common thought when it came to safe sex. All she saw were those deep blue eyes of his staring down at her with a primal need that she had never experienced before. Before she could stop herself, she was wrapping her legs tight around his hips, practically locking him in as he came deep inside her. And that happened twice more that night. 

Lucy Gray came to her senses the next morning. She drank her tea and told Coriolanus that that couldn't happen again. He needed to pull out or they would have to stick to oral or hand play. Along with a bright blush that peppered his pale skin, there was almost a look of disappointment in his eyes. He briefly glanced down at her stomach before he nodded in agreement. 

The next two times they were together, he obliged without problems. He pulled out and came on her stomach like she asked. But it almost felt…. Wrong. 

So the next time, just as Coriolanus was about to pull out, she dug her nails into his tight cheeks and pushed him back inside her. There weren't any words said, but it seemed like they both came to an understanding that night. 

Lucy Gray made sure she carried a bag of her morning-after tea, anytime she saw him. She told him that they should try to be safe if they could, but she knew how they both could get lost in the moment. It was a delusional platitude for herself though. Deep down she knew that he wasn't going to cum anywhere else but inside of her from then on. 

He didn't pull out after that, even if he promised to try. In fact, his need for her became even more evident.  

It started with innocent touches. Often, she found Coriolanus's hands hovering over her stomach. He'd rub the area slowly sometimes, almost reverently. A fight had broken out in the Hob one night, and he had placed himself in front of her. His body a barrier between her and the brawling men, that Sejanus and another peacekeeper were trying to separate. But the only thing she could think of was how his hand was slightly behind his back, pressing into her abdomen. Almost like he was protecting more than just her from the violence in front of them.  

Some nights she woke to him whispering to the area. He claimed it was to help him sleep, reciting old stories to tire his mind. But she always knew when Coriolanus was lying. The intensity of his gaze would magnify and he would press himself closer to her. 

More than once, after their coupling, she woke up to a pillow under her hips. Coriolanus's eyes would be dark as he watched her wake. The plush object had her cunt angled so not a drop of their mixed fluids could escape her. Before she could even ask why he had done it, he would be on her again, using his fingers or his cock to claim her thoroughly. 

It wasn't long before he openly admitted to his desire.

Lucy Gray could feel the orgasm building in him. Her hands pressed to his stomach and she felt the muscles clenching and his hips jerked periodically against her lips. The tightening muscles of his thighs had him bucking into her mouth. His fingers were tight in her dark curls, and she felt his nails prick her skin as he clenched them thoughtlessly.  Coriolanus was a man who loved control. She loved sucking that control straight from his cock and turning him into mud in her hands. 

“Don't you dare swallow, Lucy Gray. Keep my cum in your pretty mouth.”, he growled. His voice was radiating dominance but she knew she had him in the palm of her hands.  The vibrations of his deep voice flowed through her and she clenched her thighs together. Her nipples were peaked and bare and she wished desperately that he was touching them. She could feel the sound in her clit, throbbing in time with her pulse. Nodding slightly around his cock, she took him as deep in her mouth as possible, swallowing around the tip to create a myriad of warmth and suction.  

“I’m about to cum.”, he grunted, his hips stuttering from the familiar feeling. Coriolanus gripped her hair tightly and bucked one last time into her mouth, the tip of himself hitting the back of her throat and making her gag a small bit. Salty seed flooded her mouth and Lucy Gray had to fight not to swallow it on instinct. 

Coriolanus pulled out of her mouth, a string of their fluids leading from the tip of his cock to her pretty pink lips. Her cheeks were puffed out, holding in as much of his cum as possible, just like he told her. 

One large hand gripped under chin, his fingers cupping either side of her cheeks. He used a light pressure on the underside of her chin to wordlessly command her up onto her shaking legs. 

Blue eyes bore into her own, that dark swirl of shadow filling his irises, and he lowered his voice to a deep growl. 

“Spit.”, Coriolanus ordered, holding his other hand up to her lips, cupped to catch all the seed that dripped out. Shock and lust radiated through her body, wondering what he planned to do. The order sending heat to her pussy, and making it clench around thin air. In public, Coriolanus was sweet and needy, a typical boy in love. But behind closed doors, he became more dominate. Lucy Gray wasn't scared though. There was darkness in his eyes, but the brightness of hers tempered it out. 

Taking her lack of response for disobedience, Coriolanus tightened his fingers on both of her cheeks, pinching the skin and forcing her lips open slightly. A small amount of his white fluid slid from the pink flesh and he groaned. He'd love to show the whole Hob how she looked right now. Eyes glazed over, thighs rubbing together seeking any kind of friction, begging him to take her and he hadn't even gotten his hands on her pussy yet. 

“Spit now, Lucy Gray. Or I'll leave you here, dripping wet, and you won't get to cum. ”, they were practically nose to nose at that point. Whimpering at the thought of being left without his touch, Lucy Gray opened her lips and let his cum flow into his offered hand. The seed was warm and mixed with her own spit, a contrast of their two bodies. 

Keeping the cooling liquid in his hand, Coryo pressed a small kiss to her lips, moaning lightly at the salty taste of his cum and her smoky flavor mixed together. 

“On the bed, Songbird.”, the order rumbled from his chest. “Spread your legs. Show me how much you liked the taste of me.”

Another sound of desperation left Lucy Gray's lips and she did exactly as he asked. She quickly stripped her skirt off and tossed her panties to the side with it, landing right next to her torn shirt. The air was chilly against her heated lower lips and the mix of sensations made her thighs shake with wanton need. Part of Lucy Gray was ashamed of how she was acting. She always considered herself to be an independent woman, one who despised the idea of taking orders from a man. But Coryo was different. He was her beautiful Capitol man. The one who saved her life and made her feel things she had never felt before. 

She crawled onto the bed and rolled onto her back, rising her upper half up onto her elbows so she could see her lover's reaction. The predatory gaze from Coryo's ice blue eyes only made her wetter and she slowly parted her legs, exposing her soaking core to the cold air.  

“Fuck.”, the expletive slipped from his red lips, swollen from their heated kisses. Lucy Gray smiled sweetly at him. She loved when she was able to entice such reactions from the normally proper man. 

“Please, Coryo”, she whispered, voice barely audible. 

Coriolanus’ long legs covered the distance between them in two easy steps. His cock was already hardening again against his thigh and Lucy Gray could feel the ache inside her, begging for him. 

“You're so beautiful, Lucy Gray”, his Capitol accent was thick with desire and the sound made her hips instinctively arch up to try to get closer to him. 

With his seed still in his hand, he maneuvered himself between her legs with his knees and leaned over her, his other hand holding him up. The bed gave a loud squeak from their combined weight, but neither of them were in the head space to hear it. 

“Hold your legs apart, love. As wide as you can”, Coryo said using his eyes to look from her hands to her parted legs. 

Submissively, Lucy Gray did as he asked, spreading her legs wider for him, hands grasping her thighs tightly. 

“You're so wet you're sparkling like a diamond, Lucy Gray. Is that all for me? Just from tasting me?”, his deep voice rolled through her body like an early morning breeze, making goosebumps appear on her tanned skin. 

Another whine escaped her lips and she nodded at him. “Only you, Coryo.”

She knew how much he loved hearing how she belonged to him. The narrowing of his eyes and deep intake of breath was a byproduct of that. She felt his length jump against her leg and she resisted the urge to drop her thigh and touch him. But she knew Coryo didn't like it when she didn't listen to him. He would keep his promise and not let her cum if she disobeyed.  

“I don't think we should waste this. Should we, Lucy Gray?”, he pressed his nose against hers, rubbing them together softly. He lifted his hand to indicate the white cum still cupped in his hand. She shook her head vehemently. Although she didn't have an idea as to what he had planned, her body desperately wanted to know. 

Eyes locked together, Coriolanus brought his cupped hand to his mouth and dipped his tongue into his seed, letting the white liquid coat his tongue. Moaning at the visual, Lucy Gray lifted her head and sought his lips out with her own. The salty cum had cooled and was a stark contrast to his burning mouth. And she loved it. The taste was nearly indescribable. Her tongue tangled with his and she searched for every last bit of the flavor. She was so lost in their frantic kiss that she didn't even see him moving his hand between her legs. The jolting sensation of the cold liquid meeting her overheated flesh had her gasping into his mouth. Arching her hips up to meet his hand, she tangled her fingers into his cropped hair, needing him to be closer. But his hair was too short and he easily pulled himself back, smirking at the look of frustration on her face. 

“Watch me, Lucy Gray.”, he guided her eyes down with his own to look between her legs. 

Lucy Gray panted as she watched him angle his hand up and use his fingers to guide his cum into her cunt. There was enough to cover her fluttering pussy and flow back up onto her clit. Her hips jolted at the feeling of her heated flesh being coated with him. 

“This is the only place my cum belongs. Do you hear me, Songbird?”, Coriolanus asked her, his intense blue eyes searing into her soul. He pressed the tips of his index and middle fingers inside of her tight entrance, funneling seed into it's rightful place. Her heated walls clamped down on his fingers and milked the spend off the long digits. He began a slow rhythm, pushing them in and out of her, trying to force his cum as deep as he could. He had pinned her thighs wide open with his hips and she used the reprieve to grasp onto him, needing something to anchor her floating mind. Lucy Gray's nails dug into Coriolanus’ muscled shoulders and he basked in the pain. His Lucy Gray was gentle, and the fact that he pushed her to the point of inflicting damage to him appealed to his pride. She was so lost in the feeling of taking him that she didn't care that her blunt nails were drawing blood, staining the air with a copper scent. 

“Yes, Coryo.”, she breathed out shakily. 

Lucy Gray writhed underneath him. Each press of his fingers deep inside her sent shivers down her spine. He watched her eyes fluttering shut as she pressed her hips up against his hands. 

He slowed the movements of his fingers and she whimpered in protest. “Look at me, Lucy Gray. You don't get to cum unless you're looking at me.”

His order made her clit throb even more, and she quickly opened her eyes, not wanting to lose the feeling he was invoking inside her. 

“Good girl. Always so good for me.”, Coriolanus whispered against her ear, his tongue flicking out to trace the shell of her ear. He increased the thrusts of his fingers, making sure to curl the tips so it brushed that small spongy spot inside of her. That was all it took for the pressure in her stomach to expand, shockwaves of pleasure rolled through her body as she called out his name.

Coryo didn't even wait for her inner muscles to stop clenching before he was retracting his fingers from her and replacing them with the tip of his cock. He slammed in, her wetness and grasping muscles sucking him in like he was already part of her body.  All pretense of softness was gone and his primal desire for her overtook all senses. The seed he had pushed into her with his fingers, bubbled around his cock and formed a white ring around the base of him. It glistened with every thrust and Lucy Gray watched reverently as he pushed in and out of her. 

“Feels so good, Coryo.”, she tightened her grips on his shoulders and used them for leverage to press her hips up into his. She met every thrust with a clench of her inner muscles and the reaction from him was nearly feral. 

The sound that left his mouth was almost a snarl, the hands grasping her hips dug in deep enough to bruise. 

“Fuck you're so beautiful. You're mine, Lucy Gray. Do you understand?”, each word was punctuated with a hard thrust and she swore she could feel him all the way in the back of her throat. Coriolanus was well endowed and the angle he was holding her hips had him slamming as deep inside her as possible. Each movement had his cock squelching in the mess of his previous release and her wetness. 

Her mind was so occluded with pleasure that all she could manage was a nod and a gasp. 

That wasn't enough for him though. Coriolanus growled and moved one of his hands from her hip to her throat. His long fingers, still sticky with their combined fluids, applied pressure to both sides of her neck, slowing the blood flow to her brain. The fogginess of her thoughts only increased her pleasure and she clamped down on his cock, tighter than before. 

“Your pussy is mine, Lucy Gray. Every part of you is mine,” he punctuated with a deep thrust, the tip of himself hitting the entrance to her uterus. He released a little bit of pressure on her neck, Allowing for a rush of blood to fill her head. She gasped but tried to push her throat into his fingers again. If he wasn't so lost in the pleasure of fucking her, he might have smirked.  

Coriolanus released her throat, despite her noises of protest, and brought the fingers down to where they were joined. He could feel the orgasm building inside of him. His balls were tight to his body and he knew he didn't have long. But he refused to come without her. He circled her clit, the mix of their fluids providing enough lube that he was practically slipping off the bundle of nerves with each roll of his fingers. 

“Gonna cum soon, Songbird. Fuck. I'm gonna put a baby in you. Don't care how long it takes. Want everyone to know you're mine. Stomach all full of me.”, His hips began to stutter, his thrusts frantic. His normal, proper speech pattern was husky and shortened. His only thoughts on the pleasure her pussy was causing him, and the need to breed her. 

His words sent a spike of heat right to her clit. It was something she had suspected for awhile. But to hear him say the words in the heat of the moment, it brushed a primal part of her brain that she didn't know existed. The sounds he was making in her ear, vocalizations of his ecstasy, were what sent her over the edge. Knowing that she was the one causing his pleasure–that he was using her body to get off–made her feel powerful and in control despite being pinned under him. Lucy Gray felt her pussy clamp down on him, her muscles contracting and inviting him to cum deep inside her. 

Coriolanus came with a guttural moan–the noise muffled by his face pressing into her neck. His final thrust pushed him deep inside, ropes of his seed coating her inner walls and pooling against her cervix. 

They stayed like that for awhile. Chests expanding in sync, and their breathing labored. Coriolanus still buried deep inside her, pressing soft kisses to the curve of her neck. She ran her fingers over the soft fuzz of his hair rhythmically and nuzzled her nose against his ear every minute or so. 

When he finally softened, Coriolanus pulled out of her. The wet sucking noise made her already flushed face turn a deeper shade of red. Looking down, Lucy Gray noticed that his length was coated in the remnants of his seed and her own cum. 

He pressed a deep kiss to her lips and reached over the side of the bed to grab one of the pillows he had brought. Lips still attached to hers, he lifted her hips gently, mindful of the bruises that were already beginning to form on her tanned skin, and pushed the plush cushion under her hips. He pulled back and nuzzled his nose against hers. 

“Keep your hips up, Lucy Gray. I don't want to see a drop of my seed leaving that pretty pussy of yours,” his voice was deep and laden with animal instinct. “You're mine.”

From then on, Coriolanus wasn't quiet about his intentions during their coupling, and even outside of it. His hand was constantly on her stomach, and he was consistently whispering words of his desires in her ear. Sejanus found it particularly funny watching Lucy Gray blush and fan herself during those moments. 

Despite his words and actions of his intentions to get her pregnant, Coriolanus didn't interfere with Lucy Gray drinking her morning after tea. Although the looks of disdain he shot the mug each time made a primal warmth pool in her belly. And the tea worked. 

Until it didn't. 

#coriolanus snow x lucy gray baird #snowbaird #coriolanus snow #lucy gray x coriolanus #coriolanus x lucy gray #lucy gray baird #coryo x lucy gray baird #thg smut #tbosas smut

[stigandr-the-cat]

Butcher and the Beauty

summary : you a sweet assistant for Agent Laswell with the assigned integration partner of Ghost. The reader is gender, race-neutral, and described as being fat. Ghost wants to die by the thigh. Ghost is also a bit of a freak.

TW : MDNI, no smut but graphic violence is alluded to with some on page. No use of Y/N. The reader does want to have their nails painted. 2nd person POV my beloved.

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Your fingernails are a mess. Bit too long, one nail a little jagged, cuticles further up on the nail bed than you like. Really you need to make time to go to the salon this weekend. Oh didn't Kate say something about going Thursday with her wife? Maybe you could join them unless it’s a date night wouldn't want to be third-wheeling on that. 

Now what design should you get? Roses? It's too early in the spring for that. Cherry Blossoms would be too basic though. You could do Crocus or Ivy, that would look pretty with maybe a more neutral background. 

A wet crack that you know is bone breaking interrupts your thoughts, followed by a scream that has that broken scrape to its edges that comes from too much use. Looking up you see only the broad back of night that is Ghost at his bloody and violent work. Along the edges, you see a twitching body that toes that line of just being a split seams sack of meat and broken bones that sometimes makes noise. 

You didn't think you would get used to this part of your job as Kate's assistant. But after one particular 'guest', whose crimes had started with animal abuse and ended with mass murder had said things you did your best to forget, well you got over it real quick.  

Your stopwatch buzzes. Your part of this interrogation is about to begin. The beauty to his butchery. The soft pretty thing untouched by the grizzly display. The one holding his leash. It is a dynamic that makes you one of the best integrator teams. Just after John and Kate who have this disappointed parents front they put up that makes even the hardest crack in shocking ways. 

(Kate has become accustomed to being called 'mommy' much to her horror she had confessed over drinks one night.)

"Ghost love," Word like the whisper of a whip with how ridged the Lieutenant becomes. "Give the man a break please." He nodded, turning on his heel and coming to your side like a loyal guard dog. 

He tugs off one blood-soaked glove revealing his pale hand tattooed with its bones, like an x-ray in living motion. You felt positively Victorian in how your heart speeds up and air stuck in your throat at the display. The reveal of hand and wrist is as intimate as a lover wearing gossamer lace.  Wordlessly you handing him a bottle of water brushing gently the violence-warmed skin. His eyes are as sharp as the knives he hones flickering from the contact point to your gently parted lips. Crinkling in what you hoped was a fanged smile he tugs the bottom of his mask up to drink. Letting you catalog each slivered scar that graced his skin the way stars do the night sky. 

"Pretty thing so soft and just as sweet." His voice is rough as dark as the shadowed corners of a haunted house. Setting the bottle down next to your hand his fingers gently skimming your soft skin, both of you shivering at the contact. It is no wonder, you think, that there is a betting pool of when you two would finally knock boots. 

"You're going a little extra rough with the prisoner today, did something happen this weekend?" Asking him with one of your softest voices the one for crying children and feral animals, all creatures that were likely to bite. 

Rolling his eyes. Hip settling against the table's edge. Boots shifting to slide along the edges of your feet. "Tried to find a good shag yea? But ended up with a twiggy thing waist big 'round as my arm. Got 'er all warmed up and dripping but when I go to finally get mine. Couldn't fit, well she tries to be sweet begs me for a minute to just go 'head. So I do but end up twisting my PA. Had to take it out 'cus it was making me swell up and bruise. Bloody tip got a dent, a bruise, and is swollen fucking 'ell it's uncomfortable." 

You try not to simultaneously wince and laugh. "Poor thing." Feeling a little bold you rub circles along the back of his bare hand. His eyes flick to watch as he slides his hand closer to you a silent invitation to continue. 

"You know what lean meat is good for? Fucking casseroles. Naw lovie, need me something marbled with fat, nice and tender. A good ribeye or brisket just falls apart on my fingers, something I can sink my teeth into." He leans in closer, you can see a spray of blood, like freckles, across the cheekbones of his mask. Brown eyes like grave dirt, the soil rich from blood soaking it.  "Need something soft like you." 

You tremble anticipation clawing along your spine across the plane of ribs and hipbones the chilled fire like a cautious lover. "Oh?" 

"Soft things like you, know how to have fun. Can slap that pretty arse and toss you around. Bruise those thick thighs while kneeling at your feet. Spend hours making you moan my name." His ungloved hand has moved to grab your chin tilting your face up. The touch is blister hot, phosphorus at ignition deadly, and oh so bright. 

You open your mouth the tip of your tongue grazing his thumb. Sucking at the digit and swirling it in your mouth for a moment before freeing it with a pop. He growls like a starving dog. 

"Oh for fucks sake just ask me your bloody questions so I don't have to watch anymore." The prisoner spits out a tooth and blood. Dangling from the ceiling like a cow after slaughter carcass dripping blood. 

Ghost's eyes flash with irritation at the interruption. You can't help but smile. Circling your fingers around his wrist with a far more intimate moment in mind as you tease him. He groans and your thighs part at the sound desire a bubbling pool. 

"Give me and what's mine a minute." He snarls out, your eyes flicker down his body watching with a pleased buzz as he adjusts himself. 

"yours huh?" Whispering as your eyes lock back with his. Something like blood covering volcanic glass after it's slashed across the throat of a caught thing is spoken of between your bodies. An offering you give on bent knee or a back against cotton sheets. 

"Not going to let you go, ever. Not when I've got my teeth in you." Its threat and promise tied with red silk ribbons and iron padlocked chains. As inevitable as death. Not that you mind. 

#babbling.brook.writing #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley cod #call of duty #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader

[sweetmariihs2]

Things I wanted to know in Sofia The First

The story behind queen Lorelei's death, her love story with king Roland, the dificulties they had to go through, how everything happened, what everyone felt. How the other castle characters felt after this.

Birk Balthazar and his life with Miranda, how he was with Sofia, if she ever met him before he died. How Sofia feels about all this, how it impacted their life

A conversation between Roland and Miranda about their lost lovers. Seriously, in a natural and honest way, without that stupicidy of people feeling jealous over their partner talking about past lovers. They have something to bond over, something that only they understand.

How Winifred and Goodwyn (Cedric's parents) met eachother and fell in love. How they raised their children, in their POV's of course.

Wormwood and Cedric talking about their issue without interruptions, adrenaline, or anything bigger happening to be more exact.

Roland, Cedric and Cordelia's childhood. I'm not interested in Tilly since she doesn't really stands out to me but I think she would be there too. How they grew up in the castle, if Cedric and Cordelia had their own rooms or if their family slept inside the tower.

Cedric's first love. Just because. And he got heartbroken too unfortunately. Headcanon.

Sofia being cursed by the amulet in the episode Sofia The Worst. She lied to her parents, her siblings, broke into Cedric's workshop and made spells using his wand without permission, didn't said sorry for all the bad deeds that Sofia the worst did (at least not for each one). Elena was sleeping I suppose

Sascha. I hate and love this girl. I wish we had more of her.

A CONVERSATION BETWEEN CEDRIC AND SASCHA/MISS NETTLE. REALLY? WE WERE ROBBED. THE DRAMA, THE CONFLICT, THEY AGREEMENT IN THE END. MAYBE A POTENTIAL SHIPP. WHY

More of Princesses Ivy. I feel like she didn't appeared enough and they made her personality too shallow. She needs a redemption arc, a single episode with Miss Nettle didn't made her change a lot.

Wormwood becoming a human and being one of the main villains. He would 100% be black and wear those classy outfits. People woule be out there crushing over a bird

I know that there is more to add to this list, but I can't think about it now.

#sofia the first #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the great #sofia the fandom #cedric the sensational #queen lorelai #birk balthazar #queen miranda #king roland #prince james #princess amber #princess sofia #stf wormwood #wormwood #miss nettle #sascha #princess ivy #goodwyn the great #winifred the wise

[moiteneia]

Mentorship

Hypocrisy, war and empathy. Since we arrived in Purgatory, we have seen the birth of a group that has an almost family-like relationship. The red team or BOLAS treat each other with affection and emotional dependence. But, especially, for q!Philza.

— As always, I will do the analysis from q!Cell's POV, but know that I love this team and the relationship between all the members.

q!Cellbit had already participated in very similar games. Nothing the Great Eye says or urges is new to him. In the hunger games he needed to face much more than three big groups and he knows what it takes to survive in games like that.

The thing is, when he was thirteen, his mentor was cold. Although q!Cell had affection for him and everything they went through by each other's side, q!Bad never worried about him or the fact that at the end of the day his partner was just a child.

No. q!Bad believed and did everything so that his partner didn't care about what he had to do to survive, be it eating human flesh or killing another child his age or older. q!Cellbit grew up in an environment where killing and dying was routine and if q!Bad had mushroom soup for him, it was more than he deserved.

He grew up learning that he himself was a monster and that he had to live with this reality.

However, this is not the view of all the mentors he has had.

q!Philza understands that all members of his team are human, just like those on other teams. For him, what they are doing is terrible and far from what he believes is right.

And although he agrees to do whatever it takes to protect his own, he will go toe-to-toe with "his children" so they can still try to be fair and, most importantly, humane. He fought for q!Cell to return q!Bad's things. He always reassures them that it's okay if they lose or if something happens, always offering help, something that q!Cellbit never had.

Despite all the bad memories that q!Cell is reliving, in addition to the cruelty he is committing and suffering without many obstacles, q!Philza accepts him, sees him as a human and a precious member of his team that he always tries to understand and listen.

q!Cellbit doesn't feel so alone.

We don't know what will happen returning to the island. I would really like the Bolas to take with them the relationship they have built.

Although I really want the continuation of Murder Husbands and the murders of Federation employees, I would also like some of what q!Cellbit learned from q!Philza to continue with him. In addition to asking for help to deal with all the pain and confusion he feels after all the discoveries about his life.

The relationship between mentor and apprentice, father and son that q!Philza and q!Cellbit can become even more beautiful. For now, I'm very happy with the fruits of Purgatory.

#qsmp #q!cellbit #qsmp cellbit #BOLAS?!? #federation #lore #headcanon #philza minecraft #qsmp purgatory #q!bolas #q!philza

[therealcocoshady]

Recovery - Chapter 17

Eminem x FemReader Fanfiction

Summary : Em is on a date with Nicole when he learns about Y/N’s attack at the bar.

CW : Hospital

MARSHALL’S POV

Marshall was spending the evening at Nicole’s for their fourth date. They planned on having dinner and watching a movie, as they had done for their previous date nights. Granted, that wasn’t really original, but in his position, his options were kind of limited. He wished he could go places for dates, but it was a whole organization. He usually had to rent out the places he wanted to go to and have his security team nearby, which was sort of uncomfortable if he wanted to get to know someone “the normal way”. If he wanted to build a genuine connection with someone, it was better not do anything screaming “I’m a famous millionaire rapper and I can’t go anywhere without the risk of being harassed”. Thankfully, Nicole seemed happy with their simple dates. That was one of the many things he liked about her : she had simple taste and she was real with him. A common misconception that people had about him was that it was easy for him to date. He could certainly have a lot of opportunities with the ladies if he wanted to, but the ones who threw themselves at him were usually the type he disliked the most : attracted to him because of his name, his fortune, his fame, expecting him to take them to all sorts of fancy places and introducing them to famous people… After his second divorce from Kim, he had figured out he would never really find love again. For years, he didn’t get involved in relationships, choosing to focus on raising his children, working on his sobriety and making music. Sure, he’d had a few encounters, but never serious ones. He had made a point not to. And the couple of times he gave it a try, he ended up getting hurt. As he had entered his fifties, he was pretty sure he was going to end up alone. In truth, he didn’t mind that much. He was lucky enough to have a great family he was close to, including his ex wife, as well as amazing friends (who were basically like family anyway). Women were pretty much an afterthought. At least, that was the case before he met Y/N. In a matter of months, she had become one of the most important persons in his life.

From the first time they met, he took a liking towards her. Sure, she was beautiful, but it wasn’t the only reason. There was something about the way she carried herself and how she acted. She was always nice, respectful, sweet and kind. She had a very calm aura, a far cry from a lot of the girls who had come to the studio before. To the point where he had actually instigated a rule : no girls unless they’re long-time partners or family. He was almost pissed when Jamal asked to make an exception for his new roommate, but Talia assured him that Y/N would not be an inconvenience. She was apparently coming out of the hospital after an OD and would live with them for a few months, until she got better. And they were right : she was far from inconvenient. At first, she was barely noticeable, keeping to herself, scared to intrude. When he saw her for the first time, mindlessly playing with her NA chip, he had felt the urge to make her feel at ease, because he knew how stressful those first moments in a sobriety journey could be. He had been there. On that first day, he got to know her and felt drawn to her. For the first time in ages, he could relate to someone. And as weeks went by, he got to know her better, not as an addict, but as a person. She turned out to be extremely spirited, funny, with a sharp wit. It felt like they could talk about anything : she was educated and knew a lot about different topics, and the one she knew nothing about, she was interested in. Another thing he really enjoyed about hanging out with her is that she almost had no idea who he was. She acted insanely normal around him and asked him questions most people never did, mostly because they knew the answers from his interviews or his Wikipedia page. She didn’t. So even talking about something as trivial as their favorite TV shows or the place they grew up was extremely enjoyable. In a matter of months, he became best friends with her, which was as challenging as it was fun. It soon became clear that they were attracted to each other, on a night where he was having dinner at her place and they almost ended up in bed together. But it hadn’t seemed like a great idea : as insanely attractive as she was, no matter how horny she made him, she was too young for him (she could be his daughter, for God’s sake), she was just getting out of a relationship and starting to recover from addiction. For the most part, he managed to keep things friendly, which hadn’t been without trials. Even if he was trying to do the right thing, he was just a man and knowing Y/N was attracted to him drove him crazy. But after a few months of being emotionally and physically close and caring for her, he ended up giving up on his principles and considering dating her. However, this was cut short when they had their first argument.

To be fair, he was the one who fucked up, there was no denying that. But things had escalated and gotten ugly when she threw his past emotionally abusive relationship in his face and he responded very poorly by calling her a junkie and a whore, as well as suggesting that it would have been better if she had died from an overdose. In the span of a few minutes, he was brought back to the person he vowed not to be anymore. After a few weeks of thinking, he came to understand that Y/N had way too much power over him. With her, he could either be the very best or the very worst version of himself. It seemed like there was no in-between. Sure, that would make for great songs, but he didn’t actually want this, no matter how much he wanted her. Spending a month apart from her made him realize how much he cared about her, how much she meant to him, so forgiving her for hurting him was a no-brainer. But that was the thing : he wanted to be there for her, care for her, provide her with everything she could ever need, and he knew he couldn’t do that if he risked turning into the world’s biggest asshole every time they had an argument. Things were safer if they remained best friends, as there would be much less at stake. They would still be close, still be there for each other, and even though it hurt a bit, he was ready to renounce the possibility of making her his if it meant that they wouldn’t hurt each other. That was how much she meant to him. And when Hailie offered to set him up on a date with Nicole, it was a welcome distraction. He figured it wouldn’t hurt as much if he was focused on dating someone, which would also give him actual reasons not to give in on his attraction to his friend. Plus, Nicole was actually a great person.

He should have been the happiest man on earth, having found a solution to his problem, but he still found himself to be annoyed. One thing he had not taken into account was the possibility for Y/N to be with someone and how it would make him feel. Thinking back, it had been stupid on his part. Of course she was a catch, and of course she would have tons of men begging for her attention. And apparently, thanks to his own daughter, she happened to have found one that was actually worthy of her. Jury was still out, obviously, but if Y/N was to be believed, that Josh guy was pretty great. Apparently, he was going out of his way to treat her like the princess she was, showering her with flowers, gifts, cute texts and even taking her out to some cool places. Better yet, he actually understood her work (unlike himself, who wasn’t quite sure what her work entailed - because she was too fucking smart for him).

Josh was supposed to take Y/N on a double date with Hailie and Evan. Dancing. She seemed ecstatic. Apparently they had been taking dancing classes. That shit was insanely corny, but she looked so happy and cheerful that she made it look enjoyable. When he saw her walk back in the room in her black dress, his heart skipped a beat at the thought that Josh would be the one dancing with her tonight, holding her hand and taking her home. He was the one who got to do all these gestures for her, who was able to go out with her in public. Not him. And even though he hated to admit it to himself, it hurt a bit. But at the end of the day, what mattered was her being happy. And if being with Josh put a smile on her pretty face… so be it. As for him, he would try to enjoy his date night with Nicole. After all, he was still a lucky man by a lot of standards. Nicole was kind, thoughtful, laid-back and really beautiful. He would be a fool not to enjoy her company. Plus, this date was kind of a promising one. They had not slept together yet, but tonight was the night, he knew it as Nicole had hinted several times at him possibly spending the night. That wasn’t his first rodeo after all. Plus, he guessed that having sex with someone other than Y/N would be a nice distraction from his feelings.

The evening turned out to be enjoyable. He was half-naked, making out with Nicole on the couch, absolutely not paying attention to the movie that was playing, when he felt his phone buzzing in his pocket. He didn’t answer, figuring that it wasn’t important and that, if it were, the person would call back. Which was exactly what happened. He kissed Nicole one last time before glancing at the screen. It was Hailie. She never called twice in a row, unless it was an emergency.

Is there anything wrong ? She asked as soon as she saw the frown on his face.

It’s my daughter, he said. She tried calling twice, it’s a bit unusual. Mind if I call her back ?

No, of course, go ahead, she said with a smile.

Both of them were in agreement that kids came first. She was a parent too, so she understood that perfectly. Of course, in both of their cases, the kids were grown up, but it didn’t really change anything. If anything, that was worse : grown up kids don’t call at night for no reason, unless it’s serious. He quickly put his tee-shirt back on and went to another room to call Hailie back.

Dad ? Hello ? She answered - and as soon as he heard her voice, he could tell she’d been crying.

What’s up Hay ? Anything wrong ? He asked, suddenly worried.

Dad… I need you to call Talia and Jamal, she said. Y/N was attacked.

What happened ?! He asked. Where are you ? I’m on my way, ok ?

He could feel his heart race. Thankfully, Hailie was fine. If anything, she seemed a bit shocked, but at least, she was safe. He immediately went back to the living room and grabbed his jacket.

I’m so sorry, Nic, but I have to go, he said.

What’s wrong ? She asked. Is Hailie alright ?

Y/N was attacked, apparently, I have to go and check up on her, he explained as he was putting his shoes on.

Wait… Who is Y/N ? She asked, confused.

She’s my… daughter’s friend, he replied, slightly annoyed by the question.

Oh isn’t she the one who was with you in the ER ? She recalled.

Yeah, he said. Look, I’m really sorry, I’ll make it up to you soon, ok ?

He quickly kissed her on the cheek and hurried out of her house and to his car before driving to the bar where Hailie was. He found his daughter crying in the arms of her boyfriend, outside of the place. They were both clearly inebriated, although he guessed that the shock had done a pretty good job in getting them to sober up. As soon as she spotted him, she hugged him.

Are you ok ? He asked.

Yes, she said, still crying. I can’t believe what happened.

Where’s Y/N ?

In an ambulance. They’re rushing her to the hospital, she replied. Josh is with her, but we’re waiting on news. I just gave my statement to the police.

What the fuck happened ? He inquired, not fully grasping the situation.

I’m not sure, Dad… We had a great night and we were dancing. She went to the bathroom and, when I went to go with her, I found her there, almost getting raped by some guy. She was unconscious, Hailie explained.

Shit, Marshall said.

She was only alone for a couple of minutes, his daughter continued with tears in her eyes. I was supposed to go with her… Dad, do you think it’s my fault ?

She continued sobbing. He gently held her and kissed her forehead.

You did nothing wrong, Hay, he said. Do you know who the guy is ?

Yes, I screamed for help and some people caught him and called the cops, she said. The police took him.

Good, he said. Come on, I’ll take you guys home.

Can we go to the hospital and check on Y/N instead ? Please ? She pleaded.

He nodded and they hopped in the car. Marshall drove as fast as he could, probably well over the speed limit. His thoughts were racing. How come she had been attacked ? Why the hell wasn’t her boyfriend here to protect her ? He had so many questions. As soon as they got out of the car, Hailie puked in the hospital’s parking lot. He frowned, but now was not the time to lecture her on her drinking. They rushed inside the ER and found Josh in the corridor, his back against the wall.

Any news ? Evan asked.

They said they’re doing some blood tests and pumping her stomach, Josh explained. She’s not waking up. They say she’s in a coma…

He had tears in his eyes and looked drunk as well.

How much did she drink tonight ? Marshall asked.

Nothing, Hailie said. She only drank mocktails.

Perhaps someone slipped something in one of her drinks when she went to get water ? Evan said.

She went alone ? Marshall asked.

Well… Yeah…, Josh mumbled.

That was it. He could not control his anger anymore. How stupid did you have to be to leave your girlfriend alone in a crowded bar full of men in heat ?! Without a second thought, Marshall shoved Josh against the wall.

You can’t even take care of her in a bar ?! He asked. How fucking retarded are you ?!

Look, I…, Josh began.

Shut up, you fucker, he spat. I swear to God, I will fucking destroy you if I find out that even one hair is missing from hear head.

Dad, Hailie pleaded - and he didn’t have to look at her to see that she was crying again. Stop, please…

He could feel his daughter and Evan try to intervene between the two of them. To be fair, Josh wasn’t putting up much of a fight. He looked absolutely terrified and seemed to be on the verge of tears. If it were up to him, if his daughter wasn’t here, Marshall would probably beat him up.

Your girlfriend almost gets raped because what ? You can’t handle your liquor ?! Fucktard, he said before letting go of him.

Dad, Hailie began, it’s not his fault.

I don’t want to hear it, Hailie, Marshall sighed. I’ll take you guys home so that you can sober up. I’ll come back and check on her, ok ?

Hailie and Evan nodded, not discussing his orders.

I’ll stay here, Josh said.

Man, you’re cross-eyed and you can’t stand still, Marshall groaned. If anything, you should be lying in one of the beds. You’re not going to be of much use. I’ll take you home.

Josh ended up agreeing and he took all of them to Hailie’s. His daughter seemed to be a little mad at him for threatening her friend. As much as he hated to see her displeased, he didn’t care too much at that moment. She could give him shit later if she wanted, when she was sobered up. He made sure they got home and he drove back to the hospital. He saw a nurse in the corridor and inquired about Y/N’s state.

I am sorry, but I am not at liberty to divulge this information, she said. Are you family ?

Yeah, he lied through his teeth. I’m her… uncle.

Well, her stomach was pumped and we’re waiting on the results from the blood tests right now. It may take a few hours. For now, all I can say is that it looks like she’s been drugged. We’ve had a lot of similar cases lately, the nurse said.

Is she going to be alright ? He asked. I mean… She’s going to wake up… right ?

She is, she reassured him. But we don’t know how much is in her system, or what it is exactly. So, depending, it might be in a few hours, just like it might be in a few days. We’re keeping a close eye on her. We are monitoring her heart and oxygen levels. So far, the vitals are good.

Thank God, he sighed in relief. What room is she in ?

Sir, visiting hours are over, she said.

He looked at her and crossed his arms, showing he had absolutely no intention of leaving the hospital. Still, she didn’t budge.

You can leave your number at the front desk and we’ll keep you informed, she offered.

She’s not waking up alone in a hospital room, he scoffed.

Sir, the rules are the…

Look, I get that you’re trying to do your job, I do, he said, but I’m not moving. You can call security, the police or whoever the fuck you want. I am not moving. If need be, I will sleep on the goddamn floor, but I am not leaving her alone for one fucking second. I don’t care what it takes, how much money I have to donate to this hospital, I am staying.

Sir, she said sternly.

Please ? He pleaded. She’s scared of hospitals.

Fine, she said. Room 457. Do not try to wake her.

Thank you.

Marshall quickly found the room and, upon entering, he found her lying in bed. They had changed her into a hospital gown. Her makeup was all smudged and she had a few bruises on her arms. The running mascara on her face was enough to know that she’d cried. His heart sank as he saw her lying there. He imagined how scared she must have been. His heart was pounding in his chest. He approached her and couldn’t help but check that she was actually breathing. Thank God, she was. He gently stroked her cheek and took her hand in his as he sat in the chair next to the bed.

Y/N, he said softly. It’s me, Marshall. You’re alright, ok ? You’re safe. I’m here, and I’m not leaving this place without you, alright ?

He knew she probably couldn’t hear him, but he felt the need to talk to her anyway, on the off chance she would. Deep down, he hoped that hearing a familiar voice would help. But of course, she didn’t move. He sighed and stroked her hand.

They say you’re going to be fine, he added, overcome with emotion. They better be right. I guess just… Hang in here, ok ? Can you do that for me ?

He gently kissed her hand.

I’m so sorry, he said as he let a tear roll down on his cheek. I wish I had been the one to take you dancing. I wish I could have been there to protect you. Y/N, you have no idea how much… how much I love you, he whispered.

#eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #eminem fanfiction #eminem x reader #eminem fluff #eminem imagine #marshall mathers x reader #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers headcanons #recovery fanfiction

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

possessed, m | jjk, myg

pairing(s): jungkook x reader x (minor) yoongi

summary: Burning hot. Freezing cold. An all-consuming addiction to subspace that dominates every centimeter of Jeon Jungkook's mind. There is nothing to stop him when his favorite psycho demon bitch is just as crazy as he is. He'll do anything to get his fix.

collared au chained, yg | tainted, jk | twisted, jk+yg | wicked, jk+yg | burned, jk+yg

warnings: rated M (18+) for language - [!!!!] dangerous temperature play, do not attempt! I warned you, this is fiction, I am not responsible for your dumbassery; JK is dangerously deep in subspace and, if you feel like him, you need to take a step back and reevaluate; intense D/s smut (fem reader, fire play, pain kink, hair-pulling kink, marking from burns / bites, mentions of m-masturbation, spit kink, ice play, nipple play, handjob, m and f-receiving oral, cock-and-ball torture, forced orgasms, overstimulation, face-sitting, cum-eating, humiliation kink, voyeurism); non-idol!AU - sub!Jungkook x goth, dom!reader + surprise sub!Yoongi at the end; JK's POV ad he's an extra subby pain slut; can be read alone

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“You like fire?”

Fuck, Jeon Jungkook liked anything if his favorite crazy bitch was doing it to him.

“You bring the match and I’ll be the kerosene,” he breathed into her intoxicating kiss.

She laughed and he swallowed it.

His friends had been telling him he had become quite cool these days. He had changed his fashion a bit, going for the heavy black jackets and ripped jeans and old band t-shirts. He used to think he needed to uphold a façade in public, but now he realized that he didn’t care that much. He cared a lot more about how she viewed him. On sore says, Jungkook wore baggy athleisure and made sure his hood was up to hide the marks from his collar.

He was wearing his sweat sets a lot these days.

He pulled away, wanting to look at her again.

They stood facing each other. She grinned. Mischievous, sexy, and an extra psychotic glint in that fashioned heterochromia stare. Left iris covered with a flat white contact. Right iris as real as it got. He bit the side of his lip, feeling his second lip piercing press against his teeth. He had stripped his hoodie off like she asked, leaving him in only his mesh shirt in her cold studio office. The door was locked, leaving him at her mercy.

His nipples hardened as she held up the box of matches.

Who was she?

His lover. His maker. His lifeline. His only reason to exist was to be her sexual punching bag. Fuck doll. Cum dumpster. Whatever she wanted him to be on that day. He could be anything. Better if it was with malice and to his detriment. This wasn’t a game to him anymore. This was everything.

She.

Was.

Everything.

She struck the match against the sandpaper, grinning wider as the flame burst into life.

He could feel the heat against his chin.

The excitement.

The anticipation.

The arousal seizing his blood, searing downward to his cock, making it swell and pulse.

Jungkook used to feel guilty about his fantasies. After all, they were born from despair and a need to be someone he wasn’t. But his past haunted him. His dreams of love had been burned against his will, turned into scorched earth by someone he used to have faith in. He had loved someone will all his heart and she stomped on it, took a shit on it, and threw him away. Cheated on him with multiple partners and laughed in his face. When he left, he vowed to become a different man, but that turned out to be a lot more difficult than he thought. It seemed impossible to escape the constant daily misery. He questioned everything he did, his actions for others marred by her taunts, reminding him he had been so easy to take advantage of, reminding him constantly that he believed in all the wrong things.

Love.

Truth.

Heaven.

But, then, a goth bitch from hell changed everything.

He had to thank Min Yoongi for that.

She brough the flame closer, exhaling so he could feel her hot breath and smell the cinders.

He craved his penance for having faith. He craved to forget. He craved to make the constant loop of self-deprecation stop. It was all a mistake thinking that love couldn’t be foul poison. All snakes concealed themselves in good intentions. He craved to feel something besides the sadness, vowed to replace it with something stronger. Something rawer. Something innate, even more so than that poison called love. He learned it was okay to make mistakes. He learned to be was okay to be fractured, because there was something that could make him whole.

Pain.

Pain made him perfectly, completely, blissfully whole. He adored excruciating pain most of all. The more unavoidable and unbearable, the better.

She struck the flame across his collarbone and he gasped.

The match snuffed out with the speed.

A thin tendril of smoke slithered in the air, indicating the end of the fire, but he could still feel the sting on his skin. The heat had melted the threads of the thin mesh. The glint in her eyes, maniacal. Devouring. Eating up his reaction like it was feast. She flung the used match away and, before it had the chance to hit the floor and snap, he was groaning in agony as her fingers tore at the still-hot burn, the hurt slicing through his body in an erotic shudder.

His shirt ripped.

Jungkook looked down, seeing a red-hot mark on his chest.

If pain was beauty, then she was about to turn him into a pretty, pretty bitch.

His head snapped back up.

The corners of his lips rising, matching her insanity.

Her eyes glowed as she lit another match.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot when you want pain,” she snickered and struck the flame over his chest again.

He moaned, lustful and grateful.

Why should I struggle to find someone to walk through hell with me when I can just find hell and burn in it of my own free will?

He moaned at the pain, shuddering against the wall as she tore his shirt again, exposing the blistered skin. Match. Melt. Nearly burned. Torn away. He could feel the intensity radiating off her gaze, eagerly consuming the marring of his body. Building the hunger. His breathing shallowed as she traced an unlit match against his tense abs, leaning forward. Her lashes lowering, savoring the way his chest rose and fell shakily as he felt that rough pinprick drag across his skin.

Why fade when I can burn?

She raised the matchstick, holding it in his view.

Broke it in half right by her cheek.

He whimpered, longing for the torture. She dropped it, breathing out hotly over his trembling lips. The burns were significant enough to hurt for a couple days, but shallow enough to not leave a permanent mark. Somehow, she knew just the right pressure. His blood boiled. A rehearsed action? Practiced? On who? Then despair bled in. Not him.

He wanted it to be him.

He whimpered, tangling his fingers into the holes of his shirt and tearing at the irritated skin more, pain ricocheting over his nerves, his body screaming at him to stop, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care about the consequences. He didn’t care what anyone thought. He didn’t care if his body could take it or not. He didn’t care if he bled. He wanted this.

He needed this.

Jungkook used to feel guilty about his fantasies, but the desire to be abused was so much stronger.

She lit another match with a raise of her eyebrow.

Flicked it over his fingertips.

His hand recoiled reflexively and he cursed his body for rejecting the flame. He wanted to cover it with his palm, feel his skin blister as he snuffed out the fire, but she danced the light away from him, shooting it across his left forearm. Instantly, the piercing discomfort made him cry out, and then again the threads were torn, nearly ripping the sleeve clean off. He could almost, almost feel the individual tugs each melted thread, and his eyes rolled back at the thought.

She slapped his arm, right across the singed skin.

His knees buckled in fiery ecstasy.

His hips thrust up and into her crotch. The bulge in his jeans caused the hem of her short skirt to flip upward. He was so hard that it was embarrassing. Deliciously shameful. His cock ached for more. He wore jeans on purpose so he could feel the frustration of the metal zipper struggling to cage him down. He heard the sound of her stepping forward, a weighty clink of chains and heavy sole, and her body practically pinned him to the wall, one of her legs jammed between his. Tilting, making him wince as her thigh collided with his erection, but she didn’t seem to notice or care, cocking her head and leaning back to light another match.

His breathing was so shallow that he was nearly hyperventilating.

Staring at her, wide-eyed and unsatiated.

“The fuck you looking at?” she spat, her lip curling.

Then she grabbed his face with her left hand, forcefully turning it to his right, the matchbox in her palm cutting into his cheek. He gasped at the force, and then froze as he felt blazing heat against his exposed neck, right above his racing pulse.

She leaned forward.

She was crazy.

He loved it.

“You’re so fucked up, Jungkook.”

Yes, he was. He was. Burn me. Burn me, he wanted to scream, but her hand was clamped over his mouth and his entire body was vibrating uncontrollably. The flame right above his neck. The moment must have lasted less than a second but fear and anticipation turned it into another lifetime, suspended in terror before known pain, and then.

A swift, cool puff of air.

The acrid stench of cinders.

Tendrils of smoke swirling around his face.

It took him a moment to realize she had blown out the match but before he could comprehend the despair, she sank her teeth into his neck. He choked behind her hand, mostly from shock, his hands flying up and gripping her waist. The flimsy distressed sweater barely covered her bra, let alone block his hands, and he was able to grip skin-on-skin, digging his nails into her flesh as he moaned behind her hand, flourishing in the anguish, delicious pain radiating from her ravenous mouth biting and breaking blood vessels under his skin, bruising him.

Marking him.

Turning him into her possession once again.

He heard the audible crack of the used match next to his ear. Three of her fingers hooked into his open lips and pressed against his tongue, her almond-shaped nails digging into the wet muscle. He groaned, tasting burned air and iron at the back of his throat. And the pain, the pain. Her mouth moving all over his neck. A necklace of bruises, followed by her drenched tongue creating a thread of saliva to connect them, her spit mixing with his sweat and running down his chest.

Oh, how he wished he could watch himself being abused right now.

Sometimes, that was all Jungkook could think about.

Like an addict chasing for next high, and the next, and the next, never enough. When they couldn’t meet, Jungkook would look at himself in the mirror, naked, and trace the marks she left. On his neck. Over his chest. Decorating his thigh. Along his hip. Purple and red and pink, including those with the nasty green-yellow twinge on the way to recovery. Wanting more. He had scars on his heart, so why not on his body too? That was why he got the tattoos and the piercings. He loved to see her eyes light up when he got a new one, pulling him closer to inspect him, closer to feel her breath on his skin, turned on by his pain.

He even liked knowing he wasn’t her only one.

He would touch himself, running his fingers over the marks, over his hard nipples, imagining any second that she would walk up behind him. Hoped she could witness how greedy he was for the pain. Aching to feel her long fingernails clawing over his chest. Red lines of sin. His own fingers curling inward, attempting to mirror her force, gripping his cock and rubbing the head until it was red and raw, reliving the memories, drowning in them, his black hair falling over his glazed-over eyes, breathless shudders escaping his open mouth, watching his reflection fall apart and wishing she could see it too, waiting for that heterochromatic stare to rise behind his shoulder, one dark eye and one stark white.

Her rough, harsh whisper heating his shoulder.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she growled down at him.

She had grabbed him and thrown him onto her desk, sending pens flying, his back colliding with hard wood and his legs hanging off the side. His torn shirt tore even more. His hands had flown down, gripping the zipper of his jeans and pressing down.

He froze at her command, raising his head slowly, eyes wide.

She forced his knees apart.

He gasped, his swollen cock bulging even against the thick fabric, too hard to be confined. She stepped even closer, her short black pleated skirt bunching up, and she reached down with one hand to blanket it over his crotch, making the tent all the more obvious and contained.

In her other hand, she held a glass full of ice.

So that was what was sitting on the minifridge when he walked in.

She smirked.

A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy.

“You're runnin' hot. Let me help you with that.”

And, even though Jungkook knew it was coming, even though he could see her pick up an ice cube with her fingers, even though his body was aching from bruises and burns, he still nearly screamed when the ice cube was shoved into his hard nipple, shock shooting throughout his nerves at the cold, moaning as she rubbed it back and forth, rapidly melting water mixing with sweat and spit.

He fell back against the desk with a dull thunk, writhing, trying to move away and trying not to move at the same time, his back arching towards it. Sinful pleasure rising to new, uncharted territory. Her low laughter rang throughout the room, swiping the ice cube over one of his fresh burns, and Jungkook bit back a howl, his hands flying up and grasping his hair, pulling at it, adding pain on shock.

Her name dragged out of his throat, desperate and raw.

The melted cube slid off and hit the floor.

Neither of them cared.

“What’s the matter?” Her rough voice was deeper than usual, slipping into her satoori. “Can’t take it?”

She ran another all over his neck and his head hit the desk, ice to bruised skin, freezing his sudden goosebumps, his depraved moan directed to the ceiling. Cold liquid seeped down onto the nape of his neck, into his hair, onto the desk under him, into the remnants of his mesh shirt, and then the ice travelled back down, abusing his other nipple. Hard nub to cold stinging, morphing into wicked pleasure, turning him on so much that it was intolerable.

His hands flew back down to his jeans.

This time she didn’t stop him, grinning, dragging the frozen cube down, down.

Over his tightened core, the melting ice making his cut abs glossy and glistening.

She swept it around his lower belly as he fought his pants, gasping and squirming, his cheeks burning as he realized his boxer briefs were soaked with pre-cum, nearly sobbing as his erection was freed. The heavy, pungent scent of semen hit the air, accompanying the burning smell. His jeans were heavy with his belongings and instantly clunked to the ground. His boxer briefs tangled by his calves, sliding down from her opening his legs wider.

He looked down.

Thick, dark red, his stiff cock sticking upwards.

Begging for it.

He gripped his tense thighs, knowing what was coming and not wanting to stop her.

Her wrist flicked.

The ice cube plopped into her palm and then she gripped his cock, pressing the small hard object into his even harder cock, stroking up and down without hesitation. His head snapped back and he nearly saw stars, his fingernails digging into his thighs, the cold point overcome by her hot hand, shock and pain and pleasure and immoral desires all rolled into one.

She hovered over him, grinning madly from ear-to-ear, delighted by his reaction.

A demon of lust overcome by her power.

The small remainder slipped out of her palm and hit his balls, sliding off with a prickling line of ice-cold water, but Jungkook was trapped by her wild eyes, absorbed by their shared insanity, panting hard, her punishing grip deliberate and intense, his hips bucking to every pump of his cock, his tongue sliding out, tasting the air. Pre-cum, cinders, her bittersweet perfume. Losing himself to the uncontrollable shivers all over his body and the prickling latticework of his nerves attempting to keep up with the piling sensations. Nearly crying when she stopped jacking him off, pulling away so he could see how swollen he had become.

Squatting down.

Her piercing stare above the throbbing, purple-red tip.

The glint in her eye.

Sadistic.

She was so beautiful, just like this.

He heard a clink of the glass touching the floor. Another ice cube appeared in her left hand. Wordlessly, she brought it to his length and pressed it to his hot shaft. Jungkook winced, clawing at the insides of his thighs to stop himself from flinching away from the cold, and then watched in fascination as the veins become more prominent, his length reddening, violently turned on by it, his cock twitching and pulsing, his body too confused on whether to back down or continue being aroused.

The ice cube slipped down, to his balls, and he bit back a yelp, immediately feeling them pull closer to his body, but she gripped his cock again, pumping him hard and fast, smearing freezing circles over his balls at the same time, causing cold water to drip down his legs and onto the floor, the fat droplets creating audible plop, plop, plops.

He couldn’t think.

Couldn’t breathe.

So good that he could only moan helplessly and thrust up into her hand. She gripped him, tighter, spitting onto her fingers, slicker, wetter, hot and cold and the unbearable ache between his legs, his shoulder blades pressing into her desk, his spine arched to the brink, begging, pleading, d-don’t s-s-stop, the pitch of her name becoming feverish as the ice slipped and skidded over the floor, but it didn’t matter, didn’t matter because she grabbed his balls instead, wrapping her fingers around them and squeezing.

“H… H-Harder…!”

His hair was stuck to his face, his eyes rolling back, his tongue hanging out of his open mouth, forcibly pushed to orgasm with the punishing clamping of his balls, and it all came down with a crash, the air crushed out of his lungs with a carnal cry, his cock violently jerking, shooting out a stream of thick cum that was quickly covered by her mouth, sucking it off with a lewd slurp. His hips snapped back from the whiplash of overstimulation but there was nowhere to go and he found himself wetly begging, almost sobbing, k-keep going, make me cum a-again, please…!

On the brink of agony and dependent on it.

“Please, don’t s-sto– oh, fuuuuuuuck…!”

Her mouth completely covered him, now two hands on his balls, tugging them in different directions, her knuckles closing in, locking. Pulsating around the delicate skin and sending him into blinding pleasure, on the edge from her wrapped tongue and steady abuse, and somehow she knew the exact amount of cruel pleasure to inflict that was almost, almost too much. Up and down, her punishing tongue pressing him to the roof of her mouth. Down her throat. Tight. Wet. Suffocating. Sucking. Spit leaking out and dripping down to his balls. Sticky, milky from his cum. The head of his cock was so sensitive that he could feel every ridge on the roof of her mouth and the pinch of her slippery throat muscles choking him.

He came so hard that his vision went black.

Hoarsely screaming her name.

She stopped moving her head but sucked him dry, swirling her tongue around and around and around.

His skin burned, his chest tight, his crotch ice cold.

Jungkook blinked hard, trying to come down, mind foggy and hazy from the back-to-back orgasms that had expended his consciousness. Blurred vision, shaking hands, his knees buckling. Coldness. He could hear clunking, sense movement, but his vision was blurred by his own tears, distracted and disoriented by his high.

Then his vision went black again and her bare pussy collided with his open mouth.

He gasped under the unexpected weight, her knees by his head and her hands clutching his hair, pushing the crown of his head back, pressing her wet pussy into his face. Sweet slick smeared onto his lips and slipped down into his mouth, and he was obsessed, possessed, latching on and thrusting his tongue inside, her skirt blanketed over his head. He couldn’t see anything. He didn’t care. She sat on his face, her thighs pressed to his cheeks, and he clawed up his own body, sinking his hands into her soft ass to put more of her weight on him, moaning into her wet folds, covering himself with her juices.

It stuck to his lips, his cheeks, his jaw.

He curled his tongue around her clit and coaxed it with licks, hearing her growl in satisfaction, her grip tightening in his hair. Grinding on his face, smothering him, but he didn’t care, wanted it, needed it, licking, sucking, drinking down her slick, straining his neck to close his lips around that elusive bundle of nerves and making it his.

Hard, primal exhales up above, riding his face and chasing the high.

“You’re such a pain slut.”

A man’s voice.

Raspy and smokey.

Amused.

Jungkook became highly aware that he was mostly naked, legs trembling from tension, spent cock bouncing in the air. On his back and pinned to a desk with pussy molded to his mouth, half-crushed by being sat on, his face covered by a short skirt and his hands molded to the juicy curve of her ass.

And he liked it.

No.

He loved it.

He ached for it.

He made an effort to be more noisy, more obvious, licking and sucking, his wanton moans muffled in his chest, rolling his body up into hers, earning another tug at his hair and a dark laugh some ways away, the Daegu satoori slipping out due to arousal.

“Yeah? You like me watching?”

She snickered, wicked and husky from approaching orgasm.

“Of course. He’s a fuckin’ freak just like you, Yoongi.”

He could hear the heavy tap, tap of boots. He felt her arch, a soft moan emitting from her lips, and he whined under her as her pussy spasmed and spilled onto his chin, her taste becoming sweeter, less viscous, stark. He sucked it all up, noisily, his forehead damp with sweat, but not stopping, running his tongue up and down her slit, shoving his tongue into her pulsing hole.

“Listen to him. He’s so desperate to make you cum in front of me,” the low, deep voice of Min Yoongi hummed. “You really gonna show me that face while he’s doing dirty things to you?”

Her teasing voice was daring, cold.

“Yeah, I am.”

Jungkook couldn’t see and could barely breathe, but he could hear just fine.

“Come here, then. Take out your dick. Prove to me that you aren’t hard.”

She curved her hips and Jungkook released the strain on his neck, gulping down a sticky, much-needed breath, and then he had to blink hard as light suddenly flooded his vision. Something brushed up against his upper arm. Rustling fabric. He heard a wispy sigh, and looked up to see the dark, cat-like eyes of Min Yoongi narrowed down at him, framed by long strands of black hair.

Jungkook stared right back and pressed his lips to her clit, making her moan with his tongue, her cum seeping down his neck.

Another stare joined Yoongi’s. One dark iris, real. One fake iris, vivid white. She grinned, sending another flare of wicked want through him, acutely aware of the indecent position he was in. A little psychotic, a little mischievous, a lot sexy. Her left hand gripped her skirt, bunching it at her waist, and the other was on the desk, allowing her to hunch over him.

She licked her teeth.

Carnivorous.

“Guess what, Jungkook?”

His eyes widened as he felt fabric slide down past his arm.

“Yoongi’s hard watching you eat me out.”

There was the audible slap next to his head, right onto her thigh. She rolled her hips into his mouth, and he opened up, sucking on her clit as he heard a soft hiss, seeing the shoulder of Yoongi’s black long sleeve move. Hearing the back-and-forth slaps. Smelling the scent of pre-cum once again, but someone else’s, smearing right onto her quivering thigh next to his head.

Yoongi’s gaze sharpened, biting his lower lip, fixated on her clean-shaven mound rocking onto Jungkook’s needy and willing mouth.

“Makes you fuckin’ hard watching him between my legs, doesn’t it?”

Jungkook whined at her icy, heated tone.

The older male’s breathing was growing thin, the repeated noise of hand on flesh getting faster, louder.

“S… Shut up…”

Her hand hooked around Yoongi’s head and she dragged him to her face by his hair. There was a flash of shared gaze and Jungkook saw it – desire clouded by sin, an insatiable hunger for pain – and he witnessed Yoongi moaning into her face, succumbing to her brutal kiss, her hips picking up the pace as they made contact, prompting him to suck harder and lick faster.

Close.

Jungkook could now barely see the angry red head of Yoongi’s cock slipping in and out of focus, a peripheral blur from that strong pale hand wrapped around it.

Close.

His legs shook, threatening to give up on him.

There.

His eyes shut tightly as her hips flinched and she snarled, vicious and guttural in her chest. Heady and sweet cum flooding his mouth, over his chin, stifled moan bubbling in his throat as he tipped his head down and hungrily lapped it all up, covering his nose with her orgasm. Thrusting his tongue into her throbbing, shivering hole. Swallowing as much as he could, and then he felt the sudden hot, dripping stream of thick semen painting his forehead, a streak of Yoongi’s scent painted onto him, and then another, dripping down her thigh and into Jungkook’s sweat-soaked hair.

It was so wrong.

It was heaven.

The ache in his core pulsated, devastatingly turned on by the defilement.

She got off him and now Jungkook could finally breathe, but his surroundings were a blur. The sudden oxygen flooding his brain left him out of touch with reality, still drunk on lust, pain, and near erotic asphyxiation. Wet. Warm. He melted in her hands as she licked off his face, hot tongue slurping off his hyung’s cum and leaving sloppy kisses along his temples. He trembled, teeming with past sensations. His body sore and sticky with various fluids, his and hers and his, and this was it, this was everything he wanted, fashioning his new self from his guilty, masochistic fantasies.

Feeling truly, blissfully, painfully alive.

Yoongi was breathing hard, holding something out to him.

A black leather collar with a silver chain wrapped around his hand.

“You want yours?”

Yes.

Yes, he did.

Jungkook reached out and grasped his collar tightly. Brain muddled. Body electrified from willfully inflicted agony and the voracious want for more. More. Those dark cat-like eyes narrowed. Deep voice dropping to a wary rasp.

“Careful, or the headspace will possess you and take over your life,” Yoongi warned.

Too late.

Too fucking late.

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𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐃 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑!

❤︎︎ — DISCLAIMERS! : I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND AND ALL RIGHTS GO TO ITS RIGHTFUL OWNERS! ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IF YOU FIND ANY MISTAKES PLEASE LET ME KNOW !!

— CHARACTERS! : RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, RUGGIE BUCCHI, SILVER!

— WARNINGS!: NO BETA READ! I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS BEHAVIORS IN REAL LIFE! [READER] WILL BE REFERRED TO AS YUU WITH HE/HIM PRONOUNS-THE STORY WILL BE TOLD FROM THE BOYS' POV-POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR, DRUGGED TEA, MENTIONS OF STALKING (OVERALL YANDERE BEHAVIOR) MENTIONS OF UNALIVING SOMEONE.

— WORD COUNT! : 4.7 K!

SETTING THE STAGE! : The former ramshackle prefect had barely managed to escape—it had been a stunt that had taken months or perhaps longer (time had become hard to keep track of after being locked in the same place for years) to pull off however what mattered now was getting as far away as he physically could. Even if it was the last thing he ended up doing he couldn’t go back to that wretched place.

His breathing was uneven and shallow as his limbs ached with the sudden strain that covered his body with a suffocating grip as a consequence of the physical activity he had just forced his body to go through after years of not being able to move farther than what his prison allowed him.

His pace faltered for a minute as he tripped over a thick root of one of the trees that he had failed to properly acknowledge and dodge in his desperate sprint. With his heartbeat on the back of his throat, he quickly scurried back to his feet with paranoia dancing on the edge of his vision.

It was impossible to not associate any sound with that guy—and if he successfully managed to get out of this forest that surrounded where he had previously been captured for the sake of a sick twisted way of love he doubted that he would ever be able to go back to the life he previously had.

And as a branch snapped behind him his greatest fears were confirmed as the person whom he had been trying to escape from, his captor, his ‘precious romantic partner’ was standing there with a look of turmoil on their face that the outlander doubts won’t haunt him in his nightmares.

In that moment right before his so-called lover could even speak the former beast tamer had opened his eyes to his old ceiling that was covered in spider webs from ramshackle back when he was still attending Night Raven College—

Wait what?

# — 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒! [TIMELINE: AFTER LEONA'S OVERBLOT!]

Riddle wasn’t sure what exactly was going on with the Ramshackle prefect recently—it felt odd seeing them around school with this look of wonder and dare he even say melancholic on his face. He furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought while slowly trying to gather his thoughts together with the most recent events that had happened around here, first there was the conversation he had heard from the first years of his dorms who had tried to whisper in low tones about how odd Yuu had started acting since this morning (something which he had of course reprimanded them on doing harshly and barely held himself back from putting a fitting collar on their necks instead letting them off with a two thousand word essay of why they should not gossip about the prefect anyone)

Yuu and him had managed to find a routine he adored liked well enough to not do much changes even if it caused him to stay up late at night catching up to his work. After class they would meet up and he would teach the ramshackle resident about Twisted Wonderland’s history and alchemy which the other seemed to have never taken a class off before attending Night Raven College—it had been something he had found very suspicious at first which was why he had been forced to be more aggressive with his approach of finding out why.

Riddle was sure that his words back then were justified, especially now that he knew that his close companion was an outlander. Something that greatly reminded him of one of the many stories surrounding the Queen of Hearts—perhaps this was just proof his help was indeed needed by the magic-less student who was like a lost chick in a pack of wild animals. As a Housewarden the minimum he could do for the one that helped him through his overblot and the shameful aftermath he had to experience was guiding him through this world and making sure he was well educated on the dangers this realm had.

And sure he did have to take care of some of the more pesky students who seemed intent on making his new companion—a honorary Heartslabyul student life more miserable than he already had it, but he would do that for any of his other dorm members or friends so there was nothing to worry about (when he told Trey about his actions regarding the prefect he had noticed the pause in the clover’s action before everything had gone back to normal while Trey seemed to encourage to pursue his feelings, something that he won’t admit to not had understood back then)

(He verbally questioned the odd look he had received by Cater but had been laughed off by the former who insisted he was reminded that he had school work to soon complete)

In the end it hadn’t been more than two days before he had ultimately gotten fed up with the pointed avoidance of him out of everyone else. Riddle wouldn’t admit to anyone how much space it had taken in his mind, then as if it hadn’t been enough strain the last incident happened where he had overhead Grim complain about the prefect not wanting to leave ramshackle for anything except to meet the headmaster about unknown matters—to be more precise leaving the school.

And hadn’t that just made the hollow feeling in his heart grow so rapidly he wouldn’t have been surprised if the anguish was enough to suffocate him.

So it shouldn’t come to a surprise to anyone that he had been knocking on ramshackle’s dorm door one step away from actually knocking it down due to the force he was using each time his hand came in contact with the already fragile door. A hurried hand opened the door and he had been left staring at the horrified eye’s of Yuu who was looking at him like he didn’t know him.

It was a weird experience as in one second Riddle was staring at the horrified face of the prefect and in the next second he had been forcefully pushed away from the entrance and gotten the door shut in his face.

He had tried demanding an answer by raising his voice through the door demanding an answer to this attitude. When he realized it would get him nowhere was after hours of trying to coax Yuu to let him in—but just because he had decided to go back to Heartslabyul didn’t mean he was anywhere near done he was determined to get to the bottom of this abnormal behavior even if it was the last thing he would do. The frustration wasn’t something that could easily be resolved though, frustration at this odd behavior, frustration at himself for not being able to solve this faster, and frustration at Yuu himself for deciding to take such an immature response to whatever was happening.

And even thinking of leaving him just like that? Like he was a replaceable toy he could throw away after he was of no use anymore, did he not meet the prefect standard? Did his teaching methods perhaps become too difficult or inefficient for him? If so he would change. Whether it was his temper, his academic achievement or his personality—he wouldn’t mind changing just for him. As long as Yuu didn’t leave him in the dust he was willing to take more drastic measures to not have the floor crumble under his feet.

But first he would have to form a better position for himself, and now that would only be done if he managed to speak to Yuu face to face—and while he didn’t like to admit the only way to currently do so was through Ace and Deuce. Those who he has still yet to completely warm up and probably never will with how distracting and downright clingy they would be towards Yuu, it’s not that he had anything against them specifically, of course not! But they just weren’t a good influence towards Yuu. Since the first day incident and all the other messes they have managed to drag the prefect into, was it a crime to be worried for his friend?

Surely not.

Which was why he had made sure to give them a king lasting task outside of the dorms while sending Cater to persuade Yuu into a more secluded space where he and his dorm leader could talk to in private without disruptive activities.

Riddle would be lying if he didn’t notice the conflicting emotions that crossed the diamond’s face didn’t make him raise an eyebrow at his odd behavior but couldn’t allow himself to think much of it as he had more urgent matters at hand and if some more pressure needed to be put in his subjects to make him more efficient he will do so.

And what better way to do so than the spot at the library in which they had managed to study for days for different assessments—it was a place he considered to hold sentimental value for both of them. Riddle had done just what was needed to make this encounter near perfect, and sure he did resort to a method that was not as gentleman as he would have liked—and he of course hadn’t forgotten to in estimate ways that could make his and the perfect’s meeting more smoothly, and he had ended up in the potion section of the library.

This was of course more of a precaution than anything! It was just a more psychological potion that could help soothe someone’s nerve in a very efficient way(something that he had planned on giving Yuu as soon as he saw him)

“Ah, you have finally arrived! I’ve noticed a drastic change in your behavior towards me since last week—huh? What’s with the expression on your face? Are you upset I didn’t go get you myself? Don’t worry I’ll make it up to you soon, so why don’t you take a seat first?”

# — SILVER! [TIMELINE : AFTER AZUL'S OVERBLOT]

Silver wasn’t as distracted as others were led to believe, most of his inconveniences came due to his particular condition but even then he could find a way to work around it (sometimes) but that of course didn’t translate to him being sloppy when awake. He had learned from the best and he would be damned if he let it go to waste—which was why even before his father had pointed out the unusual behavior of Yuu to him, Silver had already realized by day two that something was amiss.

Not too long after the failure that was this year's entrance ceremony he had the fortune of meeting the ramshackle prefect while trying to find some food resources to feed the horses of the club and had the pleasure of meeting Yuu.

It was a short but pleasant meeting so it wasn’t a surprise when next time they both saw each other they had engaged in a larger conversation than before and instantly hit it off. It wasn’t something he was trying very hard to find if anything he was uncharacteristically giddy over this new friendship and how at ease and natural it felt to just be with the prefect. Which was probably why it didn’t take two looks from his father for him to spill about the new freshman that had gotten his attention—what he hadn't expected was for the fae to have a mischievous smile on his face while muttering something about ‘growing up too fast’.

But Silver had always been a quick person of action so with some pushes to the right direction it hadn’t taken him long to put one and two together about why the urge to become glued to the prefect’s side had become impossible to ignore—so the next day with the help of his father and a grumbling Sebek he had managed to ask Yuu out on a date. It hadn’t been the last time it would occur but the day he had said yes was probably one Silver would remember for a long time.

But nothing is ever that easy is it? It felt maddening every time he had to walk to the nurse office to visit the person who he was considering spending the rest of his life with because Yuu had managed to somehow land himself in the middle of an overblot. During Leona’s overblot was the only time where he had managed to be of use by annihilating any Savanaclaw student that had been involved with this pathetic plan to win against his liege—that wasn’t his only motivation of course. But it just added to the anger that seemed to bubble in his chest.

Then he had heard of the incident with Azul and the twins and it just seemed to make everything worse. It was a surprise to hear the reason why Yuu had made the deal in the first place was because of those people that he hanged around made more sense all of the sudden. Of course he wouldn’t be the one doing such reckless actions; it was obviously done by the less than ideal people that surrounded him—Silver wouldn’t be able to have a clear conscience if he didn’t help out his dear partner when dealing with less than ideal people.

Originally he had intended to go to Lilia for advice but due to some matters with his own club he had an eye opening run in with his liege who seemed quite perspective towards Silver’s latest issues. Truly he couldn’t and shouldn’t have dared to spill more about the issues that plagued his mind regarding the prefect but he knew if there was another person who he could trust that also matched his father’s wisdom was the young master.

So spill his guts he did, and unlike what he had expected for the reaction to be he instead got an advice that would probably shape the way he would treat his own romantic relationships for years to come.

“One knows how deceitful matters of hearts can be, this is way the way towards your desired achievements should probably hold a more firm approach—young inexperienced children of man cannot always distinguish between what’s beneficial and harmful.”

A more hands on approach would be needed to deal with the more harmful thorns of the bunch, a necessary sacrifice which he would gladly dispose of if it leaned the healthiness and happiness of his dear. Which was why he had started to perhaps share his concerns about the Heartslabyul freshman duo who seemed to be breaking more severe rules per day with Riddle who while trying to be more lenient with his subjects would not hesitate to put those he deemed out of place back to where they belong. Never let it be known that a ten thousand word essay per day didn’t keep s perdon busy. Right after that he had the misfortune of dealing with the other pest but the solution quite literally came to him in the best time possible as he realized how easily the animal could be bribed to do things with a can of tunas that required his presence far away from ramshackle and it’s other human resident.

It didn’t have the most positive reaction from the prefect once he realized that the friends he had been hanging out with (and depending on—) had started to be seen less and less till Yuu couldn’t see them around at all. That’s when Silver stepped in and directed his boyfriend to a better solution for his problem, and which better way to make him forget about those pests than dragging him to Diasomnia to spend more time with Silver himself?

It had been a rough start but eventually the prefect had adapted and even formed connections in said dorm—better connections than the ones he used to have.

Everything was going well, at least to Silver. His father had approved of Yuu and while Sebek had made a show of grumbling and butting heads with the ramshackle prefect it was obvious at least to him there wasn’t a real issue between the two, no matter how much the first year’s comment about humans was spit out. And of course his liege had approved since the first moment he had reached out for help when dealing with this particular situation.

Then Yuu had drastically changed his behavior and instead of being attached to the hip together as much as possible he had started actively avoiding Silver and any other resident of Diasomnia—it had baffled him even more when he saw him somehow find the time to talk with the two guys who he had thought were not a problem any more towards his partner’s safety. What in the great seven’s name was going on? It was even harder to pin the prefect down for an explanation himself because as soon as they got in a range to each other Yuu would find a way to slip away as if he knew what action Silver would take next, like an infinite chase of cat and mouse where the prefect was the mouse and he was the cat.

As if this couldn’t get any worse he had also found the prefect to not be attending any of his classes and on top of it all also not sleeping in his dorm. Instead it seemed that he had started sleeping in Heartslabyul, yet all of this was done without saying a word to Silver who was his boyfriend—the person who should have been made aware of this from the start!

It also seemed like everyone was determined to get in his way when trying to rightfully contact his partner. The final straw had been when in the third day of avoiding him Yuu had sent him a text message (which he had been surprised to see as for the last days he had been blocked) but hete was no reason to be happy as the message read, “We are done.” That was all there was, no explanation nor elaboration and it seemed that his unblocked status had been temporary because when he tried to initiate another desperate conversation to the surprise of nobody he had found himself blocked again.

He wasn’t proud to say he had tried everything under the sun to get to talk with Yuu—it wasn’t supposed to escalate to this point. This was the worst possible outcome and the puffy eyes that many of his doormates made a show of not pointing out, perhaps it was for the best to not talk about the mess his hair had become with the lack of care from the human and his temper had increased tenfold when dealing with the other students.

So perhaps he should be grateful when his father had finally put his foot down when he saw him moping around while staring at his phone with a dull look in his eyes.

Enough so that the fae had grabbed matters into his own hands and practically dragged his son’s boyfriend (technically it wasn’t an ex just yet until Silver confirmed so—this was what many would call ‘a bump’ on the road to a better relationship) and locked him in a room until his son came back. It had been a necessary measure, nobody liked stubborn people who refused to speak their problem with their partner—Lilia would make sure that this problem would be resolved even if he had to take some rough measures. And what better way to do so than to use more persuasive techniques to get the reason as to why Yuu had decided to avoid his son so abruptly to the point he started missing class and even begged Crowley to let him leave the school rather than letting him go home.

Sometimes it was necessary to make some hard choices and this was one of them—Lilia wasn’t sure how Silver would take this as he had seen how enamored he was with the boy. But surely he would understand the reason he had used some old methods to get the prefect to speak right?

He had expected many things, expecting the unexpected was the key to win in some situations—but time travel? That was a new one, especially coming from the magicless student. Lilia supposed that it made more sense than a change of heart about the relationship out of nowhere, especially knowing the type of soft heart Yuu wore on his sleeve.

Not the weirdest thing that has happened but probably in the top ten—instead of pondering too much into it he let himself think about how to deliver the news to Silver (he ignored the previous begging from the prefect who had been imploring him to not let his own son know—as if!)

“Time travel? Yuu—why didn’t you tell me? Were you scared I wouldn’t believe you? Who put such ridiculous ideas in your head? I’ll make sure they won’t have a tongue once I’m done with them, but don’t worry I’m here now and won’t let anything happen to you.”

# — RUGGIE BUCCHI! [TIMELINE: AFTER JAMIL'S OVERBLOT]

It had been a surreal day—so much that Ruggie probably looked like a dead man with the glossy eye looks in his eyes that made his pupil look more dead than if he had actually encountered his demise. At least that’s how it looked in the eyes of Savanclaw’s students who had the misfortune of bumping into Ruggie who had done nothing but kept walking while ignoring their questioning shouts after him. But after what the rumor that seemed to have more through that they originally assumed after seeing the state of mind he seemed to be in.

By noon it was already common knowledge that the prefect had broken up with the unofficial vice-housewarden of Savanclaw—it had apparently not been a pretty one where both sides had left to their separate ways after deciding that it was the best thing to do, instead it seemed like Yuu had decided to obilirate the poor hyena by going through a list of reasons why he had been the worst partner he had ever had in his life.

“He really said that?”

“Yes! And it’s wild when the next thing he said was ‘It’s like having a black hole as a boyfriend who doesn’t care about anyone for himself’ pfft!”

“It’s surprising that Yuu decided to snap that way though…”

“I mean they are a Night Raven College student and having somebody like him has to be draining.”

Ruggie had not been planning on leaving his room till he died and became a new person from the inside out so he could be the person right for Yuu, because if he wasn’t the perfect person to date then who would prefect be with? Nobody in this wretched world deserved even an ounce of the love from the ramshackle prefect not even him. But he was the only one who he considered to be the most deserving to be by Yuu’s side—he had made sure everything was adequate from the food he ate to the words he used to communicate was dictated by things that he had seen Yuu being inclined to like.

So how did it come to this? (To the point that even Jack found him pitiful and had made an even worse attempt at comfort by leaving a cactus outside his dorm door) Where had he gone wrong? Did somebody force Yuu to do this? What has he done that made Yuu look at him with such a seething look? He felt like one of those moping housewives in the telenovelas his grandma used to watch after their husband had left in an attempt to ‘protect’ them. He stilled for a minute while his ears twitched as he quickly bolted out of the bed having had one if not the most genius realization in a while.

That was it! There had to be some sort of misunderstanding between the two of the for him to resort to publicly humiliating for something that he wasn’t sure about—Ruggie was determined to ignore the long list of reasons why his boyfriend (not ex, he would never let his partner escape his grasp—how else was he supposed to make sure Yuu didn’t get in trouble again?) had broken up with him which Yuu had also made sure to loudly announce in the courtyard.

On his way to Ramshackle he had bumped into his housewarden but due to the desperation that was clouding his usual judgment, so much to the point he didn’t think twice about ignoring the call for his name as if it was background noise.

But something that he hadn’t taken into consideration was Yuu not being in ramshackle yet, he had almost forgotten that his partner usually preferred staying scooped up in the library at this hour—his plan had gotten some holes in it due to the latest developments but he could grow around it.

He had to.

But it seemed like his boyfriend was determined to play harder to get after the latest verbal argument they had—but then again it was normal for couples to have an argument every now and then right? Ruggie had even read somewhere that it could strengthen the bond between two people! Even if said argument included one of them running away from the other who was desperately trying to catch up to him, enough so that Yuu threw himself out of the window to get away from him. It was something he was not used to, him? Being outrun? He had a sharp eye and even a keener sense of where to turn and when to turn to get to his destination as fast as possible, something that he hasn’t seen being displayed as a skill from Yuu.

But it was more than that, there was something else happening which he couldn’t put his finger on. Because it was almost as if Yuu knew his moves better than he himself knew them, something that just didn’t make sense as he had not been observed that often by his boyfriend for him to be able to analyze and break down any pattern in his behavior. But then again even Ruggie could admit that being discreet was not his boyfriend’s greatest strength, a belief that was preserved after hearing the ‘private’ conversation that Yuu and Grim were having in the middle of the library (while it was true nobody was supposed to be in the library at this time by order of the headmaster himself it still didn’t mean people didn’t sneak in for one reason to the other—yet Yuu was being so careless by outing this ‘time travel’ issue without thinking about the consequences if anybody were to hear then talking! This just proved his point of his boyfriend needing him to survive)

Yet this also explained more than he would admit, of course he didn’t believe one second that time travel was what really had been at play as only a noteworthy mage who could be categorized to be one if not the strongest of the world could achieve control over such a volatile element like time and space—while Yuu was magicless. There were too many details being excluded for him to even remotely believe it. But what if Yuu truly believed that was the case? Maybe it had been an overactive nightmare or an illusion casted on him as cruel prank (if that was the case then he would make sure the Night Raven College’s number of students would be down one or maybe more) either way the matter was that something or somebody had infested his boyfriend’s mind and made him become irrational and break up with Ruggie.

So the reason why his hand had been forced to forcefully take Grim right under Yuu’s nose was to use a necessary bait, a needed sacrifice if he was being more specific (one that he wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice if needed) he needed to find a way to bring those dumb ideas that somebody had implanted on his boyfriend about time travel out of his brain. Even if he had to use a spell or a less than legal potion to achieve the desired results. He would do anything to get back how things were before, he was now just keeping his word on never leaving Yuu alone.

THANK YOU FOR TAKING THE TIME TO READ THIS!!! HUGS AND KISSES! ❤︎︎

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The Spy and the Spouse

Pairing : Chamber x F!Reader Word Count : 2139 Warnings : Flirting, Romantic Tension, Spying/Action (only mentions of it), Jealousy, Unrequited Love (at the end on Chamber's part), Emotional Themes. POV : 3rd Person Part 1 Part 2 Part3 A/N : Sorry for my poor English, its not my native language. Chamber can be a bit OOC. Gif doesnt belong to me. Please do tell if there is any mistakes or off talks/writings on the scenario.Yellow is for Chamber, Pink is for Reader. I hope you enjoy it.

There was knock on Chamber's office door. Hearing the knock on the door, he sighs and turns to open it, looking at the person knocking. Yes?

She gives him a charming smirk and speaks like velvet. Beinvenue, Fabron. She hands him the mission brief. A mission, but no bloodshed and war this time. An undercover mission. It was written in the brief that Y/N and Vincent were chosen for the mission. They had to pose as a married couple and attend a meeting with businessmen and their spouses.

He looks at the mission brief for a moment, the smirk he had vanishing completely, then looks towards her. He was surprised at the choice of partners they gave. He had'nt expected Protocol to be so nonchalant about them posing as a married couple.

He lets out a long sigh and looks over the mission brief again. He looks at her from top to bottom, clearly analyzing if you'd be capable of carrying out this mission. ...Well. You look good. No one could tell we're actually not dating, right?

Since both of us are seen as suitable for this mission, why not? She raises an eyebrow with the smug smirk on her face. She leans on the doorframe with her arms crossed.

This catches him off-guard. He raises an eyebrow, questioning whether she is confident enough for a mission as tricky as this one, or if she is simply arrogant. Its a fine-line, to be sure. He narrows his eyes slightly, clearly more intrigued by her.

He folds the mission brief dossier and gestures at his desk. If you are coming, sit down. We have plenty to discuss. She opens her hands, accepting that they really needed to discuss about the mission. She walks inside his office.

Chamber walks behind his desk and opens up a drawer, putting the mission brief in its place. He then sits, facing her with his elbows on the table. Now that both were closer, she saw a more professional look to him. His tie was neat, his shirt was crisp, and his manner was reserved. In a word? Competent.

He looks at her again, analyzing her further. He has less doubts in her now, but she was still a wildcard. He had better make sure she was up to the task for this mission. So, are you ready? She speaks confidently, almost playfully, yet its visible she is taking this mission seriously. I am. But we really need to prepare somethings before the mission, otherwise we will get caught easily like a rat.

He nods, his expression remaining neutral. There was something to admire about her attitude, but... They werent just going to be posing as a married couple. They were going to be posing as a happily married couple. He would have to figure out exactly how they would both act in marriage. Lets go over this and discuss, shall we? There are some things I'd like to clarify.

She gives him a small nod. She already knew how to act in front of all that people, the boundaries they will have without being too clingy, but she lets him have the word. Of course.

He leans in closer, his expression becoming a bit softer. When he spoke, it was in a calming, reassuring tone. He'd rather her not lose her composure before the mission even started. I want to be clear on this: you dont need to be lovey-dovey in this mission in front of these people. You need to be married in front of these people. Im sure you understand the difference.

Oooh~, my dear husband doesnt like clingy wife? She teases him and laughs heartily. Chamber laughs in spite of himself. He shakes his head, smiling in amusement. She managed to put him at ease, and he had to appreciate that. She didnt make him worry, she made him laugh.

She sighs as her laughter dies down, then she speaks with amusement in her tone and smirk on her face, but she was speaking with the weigh and seriousness of the mission. She knew what she was signing in. We have to figure out how we would act like a married couple, especially in this setting. I'd like to know how we should act around each other. Pretend we've been in a happy marriage for a while.

He leans back in thought, thinking about how a married couple would act. He had seen a lot of married couples, both good and bad. He takes more than a moment to think, though not as long as to actually make a decision. He looks at her with his eyes as stern as they were sharp. Confident and arrogant. Perfect.

She smirks with confidence. There must be someone who can carry him and herself, and she knew its no one except her. Is that a bad thing? We will have so much fun.

She smirks softly. Chamber smiles a little, looking at her for a few more moments before speaking. You... might make a good partner when all's said and done. Suits are required, ladies are to wear formal attire, gentlemen are to look their best and most respectable. You and I are in a high society marriage. We will be greeted first by a host, then taken through the room and introduced to people. You know the drill.

She chuckles heartily. We all know the format. Whats important is how will we pose as a married couple. We need to come up with a story and act like our characters as a married couple.

Chamber thinks once or twice before speaking, his face and manner becoming more professional. He nods his head. I know something we can use. Our partners arent the only businesspeople attending the dinner. There is a CEO, his wife and his daughter. He leans forward, lowering his voice a little as if it were some super-top-secret state matter. The CEO's daughter is single.

She raises an eyebrow, smirking at the information she just got from him. And? Are you trying to cheat on your dear wife?

He looks at her. It takes him a long while to speak, for he is trying not to smirk alongside her. No, this was not some sort of love comedy, it was a mission in disguise. Still, the playful banter was an interesting surprise.

He tries to maintain a straight face in the most "professional" manner he was capable of. His expression slowly turns into one of intrigue. Maybe the daughter is trying to steal me away from you, darling.

She didnt expect him to say something back, but she welcomed it. She smirks and leans back on her chair. I wont back down to protect my husband though. Im quite possesive.

He smirks in a subtle fashion, finding her more and more interesting. He liked the possessiveness she expressed. Her role was going to be more active in this mission than expected. He was starting to appreciate that. Now, if only he was capable of displaying affection to give her the right idea. Is that so? Who said you wouldnt be playing the loving wife, in that case? He laughs. He couldnt play it cold forever. He had to loosen up a bit.

He sits back, putting his hands behind his head and enjoying the banter a lot. She laughs heartily at the sight of him. We are getting far from the topic. Leave the sweet daughter of CEO aside, how will we act in the mission?

Chamber nods, returning to his serious demeanor. He understood the importance of this conversation. He takes a few more moments to think over what he wants to tell her before speaking. Alright, we'll be acting as newlyweds in this dinner. In the eyes of the other businesspoeple, you should look at me with adoring eyes. You are in love and cant keep your hands off of each other.

He rolls his eyes, almost as if he wanted to barf at the idea of the charade. Then, he looked at her with a sly smile. She rolls her eyes and puts a hand on her forehead dramatically. She speaks in dramatic tone as if she is on stage of Shakespeare's play. Clingy wife and reluctant husband? How dramatic.

He tilts his head to the side, enjoying how into character she was. He was enjoying this a lot more now that they both were really into it. She looked like a girl so in love, it was honestly charming. He had seen this expression enough in the face of a woman.

He sighs dramatically, as if he was a man who had to endure a clingy, needy wife. Are we really going to have to do this...?

She sighs heavily. We have to. We will go our own ways after this is over. She crosses her arms as her expression gets smug: raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk. I hope you dont expect something between us after that.

In the back of his mind, he hoped he could have a moment to breathe after this mission. To actually give a girl the kind of affection he couldnt just so easily turn off.

Of course, darling. This is just business, after all. He chuckles a little, trying not to laugh as the expression on her face looked downright funny. He leans back on his chair, smirking. Lets put on a good show, yes sweetheart?

She nods with the same smug expression. Of course, why are we there for if we dont put on a good show? Chamber grins at her, finally actually happy to have partnered with someone like her. Even if they both were going to act like a married couple, she still gave a hell of a good impression.

He looks around the room one more time before standing up and coming around the side of the desk. He leans on the desk as if sitting on the edge of it. He bends forward over the desk slightly, speaking with a low, soft voice that was still loud enough for her to hear. Lets practice.

He gives her a mischievious smile. In one swift move, he grabs her hand and gets her up on her feet, guiding her to him. He pulls her towards him, their faces dangerously close and he leans even closer, whispering in a tone so quiet she barely believe what was happening. He was a lot closer than he should, his breath ghosting over her skin. Well? Whats stopping you from giving me a kiss, my dear wife?

In front of him, she smirks at his move and she put her arms draping over his shoulders. Does my husband wants attention? She speaks like velvet, seductive and teasing. Her tone is quiet yet enough to make him feel something.

He leans forward, getting even closer. He takes a deep inhale, his eyes closing in pleasure. Slowly, and softly, he leans his head against her soft, smooth skin. He was taking that moment to enjoy, to savor every bit of it. His expression was that of pure satisfaction. It would be such a shame to make this a one-time thing. Dont you agree, beloved wife?

She slowly close her eyes as she closes the distance between them. Their lips touches and they share a tender, slow, short kiss. As the kiss stopped, he took one more small moment of her skin. To feel her warmth, her soft skin on his lips one more time.

When it ended, he breathed heavily and slowly, his face was a little flustered. So close, yet he had to stop himself, just barely. At his flustered state, she feels he wants more than what they shared. The same smirk returns to her face. I hope you wont be too attached to your "wife". Because everything will be over when the mission ends.

He finally speaks, his voice is a little hoarse. He was trying to control his feelings better, but she was something else. A part of him hoped she would feel the same. He only leaned back slightly, still close enough for her to touch. I'll do my best to manage.

I hope so. She chuckles almost seductively. She pulls herself away from him and walks towards the office door. Before she opens the door, she turns to him. Her smirk, her damn smirk on her face, she speaks with velvet-like tone. Dont screw this up.

Chamber watches her leave, clearly affected by the sight of her. He breathed quickly, his hands clasping his arms to stop himself from going after her. In one deep inhale, he got himself steady. He was going to enjoy this game.

Before she left, she heard a low whisper from his lips to her ears:

We will see about that, darling.

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[moonliched]

Hello pretty

I remember you talked about the bad ending of 3th chapter where Moon would successfully lure Meryn under the water ( rip, very sad alternative universe, glad we are in the other timeline) what would happen if Meryn didn't survive the first encounter with Sun? If they didn't retrieve their breather? Would Sun realise sooner than Moon? Would they drown? If they did would Sun even realise? What would he do? Would he hide it from Moon? Or swimed searching, for him terrified with what happened? How would Moon feel? Would he blame himself for keeping Meryn a secret? After all maybe if he told Sun about them, that they are different, can't breathe like them, that wouldn't happen. What would Bon-Bon feel? I think it would hit him hard, not only his only friend is gone, but their last conversation was an argument. It really hit me how badly for everyone it could end if Meryn wasn't sneaky and smart.

Sorry for angst lol just curious after I read about Moon really drowning reader

Good thing they both know now <3

Also can Meryn digest more things than normal human can? Are they more resistant to food poisoning? Like could they eat raw meat without worrying about anything?

Also did Moon realise after some time ( for example after he bit reader ) how badly he hurt them during their first encounter? Rereading the fic I see by his standards and world view ( him having scales and thinking Meryn does too, therefore them being tougher) he handled them pretty well and softly you can say, considering situation they were in. But after learning how soft their scaleless skin is did he had the realisation moment? Like he is in his nest just thinking and bam, he realises how hurtful it had to be?

Love yaaa sorry for rambling

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this turned out long so it's under the cut✂️

sadly Meryn would have absolutely drowned in that scenario😭 Sun had noticed enough to hear that any sounds they were making were coming from behind the breather, but he only realised its purpose after Meryn retrieved it from him in the fic.

in this alternate timeline, after they drown he might not entirely understand how they died - from his POV, they would have been fighting and struggling, then weakening, then limp and unconscious/drowned. maybe he'd consider the mask and put the dots together.

he would have tried to wake them up and failed. keeping them in the water runs the risk of other creatures eating the body, and he wouldn't want to bring a corpse back to the nest, so Sun would likely place them above water (plenty of air bubbles in this fic.) he would wait for Moon to return and gradually become more and more frantic and agitated, blaming himself and panicking. he'd check back on Meryn in the hopes that some miracle has revived them, and tug painfully at his head fins. he'd be too frightened to leave the warm environment.

around this time Moon is only returning home to rest and drop off supplies he has hunted, so Sun would have a hard time catching him. when he finally finds him, Sun would lead Moon to Meryn, hoping he can do something to fix this. he'd be babbling too hard for Moon to immediately understand what had happened, and Moon might even jump to conclusions that Meryn has done something dumb to scare his partner, and get annoyed with them. sneaking around, entering his home without asking - his human is so much trouble!

then he'd see the body and feel so much worse.

Moon would definitely blame himself for not communicating with Sun. he'd turn it around and around in his head, considering everything he could have done differently. he'd try to revive Meryn in any way he can, but eventually have to give it up. Sun would feel even worse - not only has he killed the first chance of outside contact they've had in a long time, but it's someone Moon has already formed a bond with. Moon would be tempted to keep the body, but ultimately the mers would return them to the platform. the decision would take a while.

BON-BON would react very badly. the body showing up would extinguish all hope that Meryn is somehow alive out there, waiting to be rescued. his friend is gone in exactly the way he always feared, and he would take it out on the team by manipulating the building and the robots. he would also become extremely aggressive and mistrustful of the mermaids, and utilise the facility's external machinery to scare them off if they ever return (e.g. the subs.) eventually, his behaviour would grow so abrasive and overt that he would be discovered as a sentient AI.

hope that was fun, a bit more angst for you :3c

Meryn is a mixed bag! they can eat some things regular humans can't, but also other things aren't suited for them - like dairy. they're a lil lactose intolerant, and the ice creams they feed Moon don't contain actual milk. they could absolutely eat raw meat, but they're intensely aware of how badly people react to that sort of thing😣 however, i don't know if that makes them less susceptible to food poisoning - since this is future sci fi fic, some of the food they eat is alien in origin, so there isn't a blanket answer on that :0

Moon is now aware that Meryn is softer and more fragile than a mermaid, and has gentled his actions to accommodate. biting them definitely kickstarted that realisation, and he felt bad after thinking over their past interactions later. buuuut he still doesn't fully understand, as of chapter 13. mermaids heal quicker than humans, and his bite has permanently scarred Meryn's shoulder. he hasn't had the opportunity to see that... yet :)

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Finally I'm doing it. It's been over 3 months since I nearly 100% ToTK and studied every landscape on my stupid hoverbike. But here it finally is.

My big ass ToTK post.

After I completed the game, my mind was going wild with theories and possibilities about what happened to Ganondorf.

I could not and still do not believe he was 'born evil'. I think something happened to him, and it happened right around the same time Zelda showed up so we never got to see who he really was. Not entirely, anyway. I believe the evil Rauru sensed was the ancient evil spoken of in the shrines (because why else would he be so familiar with the feeling of it?) and what do we know about the ancient evil? It existed before Ganondorf. Possibly long before, because there were old looking shrines connected to lightroots in cutscenes from the ancient past before Ganondorf became the evil's source.

I believe the ancient evil is something that came from the depths. It was unleashed by the ancient Zonai due to their excessive mining. I believe they created the lightroots and shrines above to try to control it, but when they couldn't, they simply left.

Because they knew the world was doomed.

As for why the evil would have ended up with Ganondorf and not some other powerful leader? Well, before the Zonai disappeared, they must have closed up all the holes they'd used to get to the depths in an attempt to bury the problem before leaving.

All except one.

The one in the Gerudo desert which is in an area that had once clearly been inhabited, before we knew there would even be depths in the world (botw). The damn thing even is a massive plot point in both games due to the Yiga clan. It's not subtle. It's there.

So here's where the evidence ends (mostly) and the story formed in my mind. I'll be posting snippets from something me and my partner co-wrote based on my idea.

While my original plan had Ganondorf fighting the demon alone and losing (becoming possessed) only to come back home alive and be hailed a hero for his apparent 'victory', our story has Link going into the past to make sure that failure doesn't happen, and he has the souped up master sword to do it with.

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The lightroots began to go out with no one to care for them. The ancient evil, no longer contained, started to seep forth. This thing I call a demon, was too weak to break forth immediately due to being indisposed for so long, so it began to attack the closest civilization to it.

This started with a plague.

The demon was angry. It's entire being is hatred and greed personified. It wanted to lash out just as much as it wanted a host in a position of power so that it may more easily inflict eternal suffering on the world above. Ganondorf and the Gerudo were prime targets in all regards, as back then, they were very well off and well established.

So here's where Link arrives at the kingdom. Still Ganon's pov.

As you can see, I didn't go with the popular idea that Ganondorf's Second and Third are Koume and Kotake. I made a couple OCs instead out of those two in the cutscene. Sorry. Neither are Nabooru either because uh this isn't OoT as much as it wishes it was. lol

Anyway, Link's POV, written by my partner.

Ganon's POV

That's all for now.

This is a slow burn ganlink story alongside... everything else it is. I took massive liberties with Gerudo culture based on what I know from other games later on in the story, and also played much more on the fact Ganondorf is a sorcerer than the game did. I took away what I could, however, making him adept at creating illusions mostly.

Also I'd like to say the way Link gets to the past is much different than what happened to Zelda. It's a doozy, but since my cowriter came up with it I'll let them decide when I can reveal that.

But anyways this post has gone on long enough. Let me know what you guys think, if you want!

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