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yandere-sins · 3 years

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Idk If you have rules cuz I can't seem to find it but Osamu(Haikyuu) as mafia(if ur not comfy then you can ignore this part) who Kidnapped u and is obsessed(the "I'd rip out my heart for you" type of obsessed) who would literally do anything for you😋and puts you always first before anyone else🗿a soft yandere but will k!ll anyone who gets near you type so Osamu being possesive of you🤩

Nope! No rules, there aren’t enough people who care for them and I don’t want to stress about it anymore. If I don’t like a request, I just delete it. I prefer Yakuza over Mafia, hope you don’t mind! Thanks for requesting, enjoy ♥

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Even the careful Osamu couldn’t keep you from stirring in your sleep as he opened the door to the apartment. This was probably the first night ever you had been able to fall asleep in peace, and yet, you sat up while he tiptoed through the hallway towards the only room you two shared. Rubbing your eyes, you heard a soft gasp, making you look up.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya...” Osamu grumbled before stepping into the room fully, walking over to the mini-fridge he kept stocked with basic food like rice balls and ice cream in the freezer compartment. The light briefly illuminated his body, showing you a sight you didn’t want to see while he restocked some food in the fridge, either unaware or indifferent about his looks.

You looked away, biting your lips. It had all started out innocently enough, your father paying a Yakuza to keep you safe while there were some even worse guys after him. Even if the arrangement had been strange, especially after he - Osamu - moved into a small, one-room apartment with you, basically just sticking around and rarely leaving, by now, it was more than just a nightmare.

How long had it been since you last left the apartment? Almost a month now? Osamu took you for a walk once or twice, returning after mere ten minutes and stating it was too dangerous. However, whenever he did leave, he returned bloody and dirty. Frankly, you were too afraid to ask what happened, but the secrecy between you two wasn’t helping in soothing your mind.

In the beginning, you still had been hopeful that the matter would resolve quickly and you could go back to your normal life. But apparently, it just kept dragging on, Osamu only ever stating that it wasn’t over yet. Even your dad stopped responding to your messages, asking if he was okay, by now, and you were nothing but worried about him. Now, you just wondered how many more days you’d have to spend with this guy that you still considered to be a total stranger.

Gripping your blanket tightly, it took you a lot of courage to speak up, but the situation was awkward as it is, there was nothing you could do to mess it up more. “Are you okay?” you asked carefully, hoping you weren’t overstepping your boundaries. His hand stopped, and he glanced back over his shoulder at you, simply staring for a moment before turning back to finish his task.

“Yeah, just a rough night.”

“Then... are you hurt?” you continued, feeling relieved after hearing his casual answer.

“Why? Ya worried about me?” Only being able to see his side profile over his shoulder, you noticed him smile - presumably for the first time ever that you knew him. “I-I mean!” you stuttered, twiddling your thumbs as you felt flustered. It wasn’t actually that bad talking to him; he actually had a hint of a joke in his voice as he spoke with you, even if you only ever perceived him as a mean-looking fellow with a bad career choice.

“It would be bad if something happened and you were injured...”

A soft chuckle fell off his lips, and you presumed he must have been tired if you actually managed to make him laugh. Either that, or you had to admit he wasn’t half as bad as you thought him to be. Closing the fridge - and with it, the only light in the room - you heard him groan as he stood up. However, even if he tried, his footsteps were audible because of his muscular build, especially as they drew closer.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he assured you, plopping down on your bed. “I got it all under control, promise.”

“If you say so...” Pulling in your legs, you made some space, prompting him to lean back, and the smell of blood and dirt made its way to your nose. “So... not your blood?”

There was a certain risk in asking this, but you were awake now and, for the first time, had a conversation with him. “Nope,” he casually admitted, and it brought back some of the fears you first had when he was introduced to you. Mainly that he had already become numb towards violence. “Hey...” Osamu tore you out of your thoughts quickly as he spoke up first, noticing your silence.

“Has anyone been bothering you lately? Talked to some bad eggs on your phone?”

Blinking a few times, you delayed your response, nervously glancing at your phone. It was true that after you had to go undercover, you had quite a few arguments with your boyfriend and friends. They wouldn’t understand why you’d ghost them and avoid their questions about your whereabouts. “Not really?” you mumbled, unsure if he’d be interested in that kind of complaint from you. After all, they were more or less just relationship problems, and you two weren’t close in any way.

“I see,” he curtly replied, silence falling between you two until he sighed, sitting up straight again. “After you fell asleep, there was a guy outside to room. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the knocks, but I guess you were tired for a change.”

Immediately, you tensed up. Worried about the sudden revelation about a visitor, you didn’t even mind his last comment, revealing he had been aware and watching you as you had struggled to sleep the last few weeks in his presence. “W-Who was it?” you questioned, scared of hearing that you had been found out and you’d have to leave soon and hide somewhere else.

“Don’t know him. He got very agitated when he saw me and tried to get into the apartment, but I couldn’t let him, of course.”

Ears peeking up, you almost jumped out of bed as you leaned forward, intrigued by what Osamu was telling you. “And? What happened?” you pushed for a continuation.

“Nothing special. Told him he can’t get in and to leave. But he was one persistent bastard, yelling weird stuff like he was your boyfriend and he loved you and should be able to see you. These things.”

“W-Wait! What do you mean it was my boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me! I could have confirmed it! I’d really have liked... to see him...”

Shoulders slumping in disappointment, any fear of being found out was now turned into sadness, knowing you had been asleep while a vital piece of your life and of ‘normality’ had been so close. “Ridiculous, as if I could just let anyone come and claim he knew ya,” Osamu grumbled, and the heaviness of your situation returned back to you. Of course, he couldn’t allow the risk of someone hurting you after everything you two went through already.

“He did ask me to give you something, though,” Osamu seemed to suddenly remember, contemplatively. “What is it?” you inquired, hoping that maybe it really had been your boyfriend after all, and perhaps he brought you something to help you through these challenging times.

But instead, you were met with two fingers around your chin, pulling you in closely until you felt Osamu’s breath against your mouth. Much too late did you understand the intention, his lips kissing yours gently yet longingly. You felt an immediate gut-wrenching response, tearing away repulsed by the actions of your guard. Pushing him away, you rubbed off the feeling of his lips on yours with the back of your hand, spluttering, “What are you doing?!” while you tried not to feel sicker as the smell of iron reached your nose.

“Ya know,” Osamu continued, his tone indifferent, but you could hear the smile on his lips. “I’m just repaying my debt to him. There’s no ‘being too safe’, but I guess you really did matter a lot to him. He kept crying and telling me he loved ya.”

“Why didn’t you just wake me up to confirm it then?” By now, you felt the pain of your boyfriend, worried sick about you, and then faced with someone like Osamu as his only clue. “Are you kidding?” was all that the Yakuza responded. Getting up, he stretched audibly.

“I beat him to a pulp and took care of him and his phone with the tracking app.”

What?

“H-How could you...?!” was the only thing you could stutter.

“Yeah, he won’t bother you anymore. I know you two have been fighting lately.”

“Excuse me?”

Walking over to the entrance to the bath, Osamu flipped on the light before looking back at you. Dreadful splatters of blood were all over his face, even more than you had seen before. His knuckles seemed to be straight out of a horror movie, and the black clothes he wore had dark, firm spots on them.

And yet, he smiled at you affectionately.

“As if I’d let anyone put a frown on ya cute face, Babe. Doesn’t matter who, I’ll protect you from anyone trying to get close and hurt you. I told ya, didn’t I? I’ve got everything under control.”

With that, he entered the bath, and you heard the familiar sound of the shower. Confused but mostly worried, you threw back the blanket and hopped out of bed with unsteady feet, racing to the front door. Sliding off the door chain, you pushed the handle, expecting it to open, but it wouldn’t budge.

The faint sound of a chuckle echoed from the bathroom, the walls thin as paper, much to your dismay. You didn’t want to believe it; even more, you wanted to see it. See that what Osamu described didn’t happen to someone so dear to you. You wanted to know that everything was okay. Know that the man you shared this locked apartment with wasn’t some kind of maniac going around killing people on ‘your behalf’.

But when you looked at your phone, you saw a message from your boyfriend, saying he tracked you down and would be coming to get you now. It had been read before you, even replied to, but you didn’t remember ever seeing it or replying to it at all. Especially not when the last message eerily read:

<< Waiting for you (:

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wistfulrat · 3 years

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a 4-part rec list of my fave drarry fics - the thrillers, dramas, soft bois, and wankbanks getting me through 2020′s shitstorm

[ for my fellow fledgling drarry stans bc im also very new here! like tbh i think the last fic i read pre-pandemic was a 1D ziam series back in 2013?? lmao god. but alas, after reading HP fanfic for the first time during lockdown & subsequently 300+ drarry fics since then, it is time. it’s time to be embarrassing about it online via lengthy rec lists. and if you end up loving any of these fics? follow the authors, leave kudos & comments on their work, send them nice msgs bc they do all this shit for free & that’s wild ]

part 1: thrillers

mood: for when i need something exciting, haunting, immersive, fast-paced

includes: case fics, mystery fics, plotty adventures!! expansive world-building, time warps, magical theory, wizarding politics!! the thrill of a chase!!! you’ll get your drama & spicy sex but mostly it’s the unravelling that hooks you. because for these?? you’re here for the ride, bitch.

Shibboleths by @lol-zeitgeistic - 100k - E Douglas Adams sci-fi fantasy rom-com wet dream. i'm mad about how good it is. the boys are hogwarts professors and something Scary Big is happening in the magical world and the Dursleys are here?? i audibly gasped, i laughed, i remained on the edge of my fucking seat the whole time

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi - 93k - T canon divergence excellence!! jkr*wling is punching the air rn. harry doesn’t learn he’s a wizard till he’s 17 and he’s Miffed. voldy is ruining everything, the Order is underground. hermione’s got her own band of rebel teens. also draco’s here and he's very gay for harry and very mad about it. road trips, tent sleeping, hijinks, guerilla warfare, seizing the press, feisty kids out to fuck ur shit uP while flirting a little. this is honestly an all-time fave.

If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by @shealwaysreads - 45k - E ANARCHIST DRARRY IS GOD TIER and the pacing here is relentless. it’s a post-war hellscape and harry’s missing and draco is scheming. it’s violent, it’s sexy, it’s tightly written, it’s got observations on the cost of survival and revolution, it’s brilliant.

Azoth by @lol-zeitgeistic - 88k - E 8th year magical theory time and the boys are Ambitious in a hot-mad-scientist kind of way. harry is a late-bloomer Swot and has a heart-boner for genius!draco and draco tries not to have a gay panic about it?? there’s animagi, alchemy, poetic theories of change!! & lots of bird metaphors. immaculate

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered - 54k - E a spy and his handler ohmygoD I'm a hoe for missions of the impossible sort and secret identities!! & the unravelling of said identities!! the need to be seen at war with the need to escape. draco & harry as equals, evenly-matched and whip-smart and terrifying on the battlefield?? incredible

Who We Are in The Shadows by @quicksilvermaid - 100k - E an ex-auror. an elusive investigator. boys Gone Rouge. it’s very hot of them in a magical-bourne-identity kind of way. powerful werewolf harry + intelligent draco + outmaneuvering bad guys outside the law?? there’s a reason you’ve seen this specific creature fic in every drarry list bc IT’S FUCKING EXCELLENT IS WHAT IT IS

Turn From Stone by @harryromper - 45k - M post-war hogwarts castle-magic turned malevolent as shit and it might be lost forever except!! hermione’s going to save the day and her plan’s seedy as hell but the DA gang + draco are all here. an adventure fic feat. the black lake but even more ominous, haunted common rooms, libraries of death, flying daggers, deception, ancient spells, drarry fighting for their lives but in a hot way.

The Art of Shadow Boxing by @tommylane - 178k - E draco’s a professional fighter in Thailand and oh shit harry’s here but he hasn't seen harry in 7years?? and what the fuCK happened during their AU horcrux adventures with the trio that made draco disappear to Thailand?? something is amiss. mafia moms, wrestling sexily, so much pining, flashbacks, pentagrams. draco needs a hug.

The Fall of the Veils by @letteredlettered - 60k - M "muggles find out about wizards, wars are fought, apparition is abolished, political conspiracies abound, draco is asexual, and harry has legilimency sex with him” -- IS THAT SUMMARY NOT FUCKING WILD I WAS HOOKED. the scale of this fic is breathtaking and makes you appreciate the labor of world-building in genre fics bc the political and moral complexities of this fic, bitch??? lives rent free in my head

REVOLVELOVER by @firethesound @lol-zeitgeistic - 46k - E hit-wizard harry and anti-government extremist draco!! ethics, political corruption, car chases, subterfuge. and god the mood of this fic. the characterization! weaponized-stoic-hurting harry. obsessive-anarchist-yearning draco. carnal, us-against-the-world kind of love. hmm I would simply die for thEM.

Like Clockwork by agentmoppet - 40k - E curse-breaker draco and unspeakable harry!! they’re both hoes for puzzles. harry has a Secret and broods a lot. draco is pissy about it. they’re both too clever for their own good. featuring mysterious objects with a side of trust issues and wanting to murder your crush.

Burn the Curtains and the Wine by @nerdherderette - 24k - E mr. and mrs. smith but it’s harry and draco and it’s exactly as hot and exciting as it sounds. the secret lives of married assassins feat. car explosions, sexily dueling in the desert, draco wielding muggle weapons!

In The Hand by aideomai - 28k - T HELL YEA DRARRY MULTIVERSE BITCHES LOVE THE DRARRY MULTIVERSE. harry’s been missing for months and now we’re dabbling in other dimensions, messing with time travel, racing against the clock, meeting every version of drarry you’ve ever read about. fics within a fic!! god I love it I would read anything aideomai writes tbh, they invented thrill and they do it with less than 30k words?? the talent

Crossing Lines by ren @alcoholicrevo - 48k - E smuggle rings, undercover investigations, draco being hot, harry being flustered by draco being hot -- all of this taking place on a swank train with themed sections and everything. it’s magical murder on the orient express time, bitch!!

Tales from the Special Branch by @femmequixotic - 1.2m - E a 5-part, multiple pov, behemoth of an auror-fic series worthy of its hype bc you know what? it truly Has It All - murders, drama, sex, treason, spooky magical shit, political conflict, drama-ridden relationships, a truly complex & full-bodied cast featuring the Hot Slytherins. jkr*wling fucking WISHES she had the range

[part 2: dramas | part 3: soft bois | part 4: wankbanks]

#drarry fic rec #drarry fic rec list #drarry #remember reading your first drarry fic and being like hmmm what's this about #oh #time to scream #and then one day your shitty safari app has like 367 ao3 bookmarks #its repressed 20 somethings returning to fandom mid-pandemic o'clock sweeties #let's ignore the drarry notes app poster bc lmao just imagine my stubby fingers trying to write legibly #a mESS

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rodeo-boots · 3 years

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Write about Colm o'driscoll nsfw or sfw it don't matters. Just him with his girl/boy whatever tickles ur fancy! ☺️

I wrote a gender-neutral reader, hope that's fine <3 Thanks for the request.

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1635

Warnings: Strangulation using a tie/Breath Play

AO3

[NSFW under the cut]

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He was already knuckle-deep inside you. Your back curved where you laid stretched out upon the table, eyes rolled back from the pleasure coursing through your veins.

As much as you hated being seen as small, weak, inferior or anything of the like, you were just as aroused by the power-difference between you and the gang-leader. Colm O'Driscoll might've just been the best lay you've had in years.

The man wasn't gentle, wasn't even really considerate, moving with the need to prepare you rather than any sort of care he might hold deep within himself. But you didn't want it another way.

And neither did you want him to actually shed any of his fancy clothing, to get down onto your own level by being in a similar state of undress as you were. Just like this, with his vest, shirt tie and pants in place was perfect. He even still wore his hat, looking completely unbothered while you writhed under his touches, and felt your skin tingling by the simple look within his eyes.

"Such a pretty little bird," he cooed, voice sweet and thick, cold around the edges though that only made it that much more appealing. He twisted his fingers, crooked them knowingly to elicit more filthy noises from your throat. "You only get like this for me." A grin spread over his face, long gray hair framing his features in a way that almost made him appear angelic.

The setting might make you feel like this was the end of a romantic date, with the room illuminated by flickering candlelight, and darkness sitting within the corners. You were only celebrating a successful robbery, however, or relieving stress after an unsuccessful one, you couldn't remember.

It didn't matter anyhow, since that didn't change anything about the end result.

"Stop talkin'– and get on with it." You were all out of patience, had been teased for long enough that night, already feeling Colm's growing arousal where his clothed erection rubbed up against your bare thigh.

He chuckled, the sound low and dubious, sending a shiver right down your spine and even more heat directly into your loins. "Since when are you in charge?" He asked, purposely slowing his motions while still refusing to give your sex any additional stimulation.

Colm loved playing with you, teasing you, had done so ever since he realized that you had more than a professional interest in him. One of these days, you really wished to pay him back for all of it.

For now, you grit your teeth, bit back any comments that might've left your mouth otherwise and tried to roll your hips down onto his fingers, in an attempt to have them hit the right spots again.

He clicked his tongue at the sight, held you down even stronger than before and pulled his fingers out. A sound close to a sob fell from your lips, hips bucking upwards to try and chase his touch, but all at once – it was gone.

Colm disappeared, his warmth no longer as close as it had been before. He sat down in the plush armchair meant only for his arrogant butt, his legs spread comfortably while his hand reached down to the bulge within his pants.

You sat up, kept your legs spread while your tongue ran over your lower lip. He seemed pleased by the sight, reached down and palmed his erection, his gaze nearly eating you up. "You know I need my right hand to be obedient," he growled, squeezing himself through his pants and letting his lips fall open.

Colm knew you couldn't resist him like this, that you were desperate and willing already. Now, it was only about getting you to submit fully. "Touch yourself," he directed, leaning back and taking his hand off his erection, even if that might've taken him an immense amount of restraint. "Show me how much you need me."

You whimpered, tried not to roll your eyes and slid off the table. If he wanted to tease you, you could play his game just as well.

Sticking your ass out for him to see, you reached down, touched your neglected sex before pressing your slick fingers into your entrance. With your legs parted and your head down, you gave him the best possible view of your actions, pushing your fingers in deep, though they weren't the same as his had been before.

If you wanted him to continue any time soon, you had to put on a good show, however. Had to entice him to step back towards you and show just how ready you were to obey.

A moan fell from your lips once you began fucking yourself on your fingers. First slowly, then steadily picking up the pace.

Soon enough, wet squelching and your ragged breaths were all that was audible in the room, the ongoing drinking from his men outside completely inaudible by now. You didn't hear much more than the blood pumping in your ears, anyways.

Goosebumps had shaped upon your skin from the cold within the air, and the ghost of Colm's touches. You could still feel his gaze, even though you didn't see him, could still feel his hands, even though he refused to lay them on you just now.

Your motions grew in speed, squelching and gasping sounding from your position at the table. And you were getting close. Each time you hit your sweet spot with your fingertips, your hips stuttered, the pleasure growing almost unbearable when you raised your voice to speak. "Can't take no more," you gasped out, your eyes fluttering shut when you pressed your cheek onto the smooth tabletop.

Another sigh fell from your lips, muscles tensing as your release was just within arms reach –

But before you could embrace your orgasm, your hands were caught and wrenched onto your back.

Colm's erection pressed up to your ass, finally freed from the fabric that had concealed it before. He rubbed his tip along your crack, held your arms even tighter as he watched you squirm and whimper and curse, and pushed into you in the very next moment.

"So tight–" he mumbled, a hand sliding along the curve of your ass and up to your waist, disappearing before landing on one of your cheeks with a reverberating slap.

You yelped, your walls tightening around him at the sting, and he groaned, chuckled low and deep before finally beginning to move. "Love the way you suck me right in," he spoke, his filthy words causing your cheeks to heat up and the knot within your core to tighten.

"Like you ain't wanna let me go again," he laughed again, thrusting into you and squeezing your hip hard enough to leave a bruise.

You didn't mind that, if anything basked in it, loved to know that you'd carry the evidence of your intercourse for many more days to come. Though he never had a problem making it impossible for you to forget about him.

Crying out the moment his movements fell into a rhythm, you tried your hardest to stop yourself from cumming too early. He was far from done by now, had only gotten started, and he'd continue ramming into you, even if you were sobbing from oversensitivity.

"More–" you rasped out, rolling your hips as much as you were allowed to while trying to withstand the urge to rut against the table. You wanted him to make you come, even if it would just be a byproduct of him chasing his own release.

Another laugh was all you got in answer, Colm's motions slowing before stopping for a moment.

You had halfway turned around to complain when he pushed your head down again, fabric rustling as he undid the tie around his neck. It was soon wrapped around your neck instead, held in a tight grip of one hand while Colm kept your arms secure with the other. "If it's more you want–" he pulled at the makeshift leash in his grasp, causing you to choke and for your breath to hitch and stutter. "It's more you shall get."

And with that, he set the pace again, rougher this time, the table beneath you rocking and creaking with the strength of his thrusts.

He pounded you into the wood, alternated between pulling the tie tighter and letting it loose to allow you to breathe. It was indescribable, black dots starting to dance in front of your eyes each time your airflow was cut off for more than a couple seconds.

And despite never having expected it to be quite as arousing – it only tipped you over the edge now.

It needed less than another few sharp and calculated thrusts for you to cum, for your muscles to tighten and flutter around his thick shaft while a cry of pleasure left your lips.

You rutted against the table after all, rode out your orgasm a lot harder than usual, while the fabric around your neck tightened more and more.

By now, Colm could vocalize little more than grunts and growls of his own, his motions growing sloppy before turning slow and deep, occasional bucks of his hips all that was left when his balls tightened and warmth flooded your body.

He released you all at once, let you collapse onto the table top to gasp for air, sweat sticking to your skin while your breathing slowly normalized.

With another pleased squeeze of your ass, he pulled out, his release trickling out of your gaping hole to stain the floor beneath you. "Good job, little bird," he murmured, leaning in to place one single kiss to the spot behind your ear, that being as much praise and tenderness as you were going to get from him.

#colm o'driscoll #colm o'driscoll/reader #colm o'driscoll x reader #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 fanfiction #nsft #nsft fanfic #rdr2 requests #my writing #tw breath play

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hookingminor · 4 years

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certified freak - pierre-luc dubois

a/n: there’s some whores in this house (it’s me, I'm the whore for pld) this is pure smut just imagine that covid isn’t a thing ok sorry it’s also not proofread hope u enjoy! like always feel free to leave me comments and lmk ur thoughts! yes this is loosely based on wap (bc that song was written for him)

word count: 2.7k

warnings (18+): slight daddy kink, light bdsm/choking, pld spitting in your mouth (god I fucking wish)

The deal was this: if Pierre got a hat trick, you allowed him to do whatever he wanted to you (not that this was much different from any other time.) In the rare event of a dick trick, he was allowed to do whatever he wanted for a week.

Tonight he’d had a hat trick. And during the qualifying round for playoffs. And for the game winning goal. To say he was excited to come home to you after the game was an understatement.

In fact, it was all he could think about as he changed out of his pads and got ready for the post-game interviews. It was also all you could think about as you watched him score in overtime.

Knowing he would be busy for a little while after the game considering he was the First Star of the night, Pierre sent you a text as he got dressed.

I want you in nothing but my jersey when I get home

Your pussy fluttered at the message, your cheeks heating instantly when you read it. A few other girls asked if you were going out with them afterwards, but they all knew what you really meant when you said you just planned on celebrating alone with Pierre.

You left the arena soon after the game ended, and it took you nearly forty-five minutes just to get out of the parking garages. When you got back to your apartment, you checked your phone for Blue Jackets updates and watched a few of Pierre’s videos.

A lot of the questions centered around him, being as performed so well, but you were shocked at his coy replies to reporters.

“You’re now one game away from clinching a spot in the playoffs. Are you going to celebrate tonight or wait until you win that final game?” One man asked.

“I’ll probably just have a quiet night in tonight,” he chuckled with a smirk, and you knew immediately what he was thinking, “I’ll save the celebrating for afterwards.”

Maybe you were being a little impatient, but you took off your jeans and panties about half an hour before he said he’d be home. You unhooked your bra and tore it off immediately after removing your bottoms.

You let your hands drift lower on your body, slipping your fingers underneath the hem of Pierre’s large jersey. You’d been wet since leaving the arena, and now you were practically dripping onto your fingers as you waited in anticipation. Pierre wasn’t supposed to be home for another fifteen minutes, you had plenty of time to have a little bit of fun.

You spread your fingers through your folds, eyes shutting as you began to focus on the pleasure building in your body.

“Starting without me?” You heard a voice say. Your eyes snapped open, and you retracted your hand from your core in an instant.

Pierre stood in the doorway as he dropped his duffel bag to the ground. He stalked across the room over to the bed, looming over you as he tugged you closer by your ankles. You leaned up on your elbows and met his heated gaze.

“I thought the deal was I get to do whatever I want?” He asked, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch yourself.”

“Sorry, Luc,” you breathed out, “I didn’t think you’d be home this early.”

The look he gave you told you that was the wrong thing to say.

“So you thought you could get yourself off without me knowing?” He raised his brow. You shook your head vigorously, hoping to backtrack.

“No, I—,” you began to apologize, but Pierre lifted his hand to grip your chin. He cut off your sentence by pressing his thumb against your lips to silence you. Slipping his thumb into your mouth, you instinctively closed your lips around them.

“I think you’ve done enough talking,” he replied, “Suck.”

Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked against his tongue and pressed your tongue to the pad of his thumb. Pierre’s eyes darkened as he gazed down at you. He pulled his thumb from your mouth, which sounded with an audible ‘pop.’

“On your knees,” he commanded, stepping back from the bed so he could unbuckle his belt. Eagerly, you lowered yourself onto the floor in front of him and placed your hands behind your back just the way he liked. On nights like these, all he wanted to do was take. And you were more than willing to give.

Pierre pulled down his dress pants along with his boxers before kicking them off to the side. His shirt was quick to follow and soon he was bunching your hair into one hand and tapping your chin with the other. You understood the signal. You opened your mouth at his indication and let your tongue roll out as you awaited his next move.

“Remember what to do if it gets to be too much?” He asked finally. In times like these, it wasn’t possible for you to use your safe word. So, since you weren’t able to touch him anyway, all you had to do was dig your nails into the back of his calves if it became too much for you to take.

You nodded your head in agreement.

“I need your words, baby,” he said tenderly as his fingers brushed against your cheek, contrasting the way he was about to completely destroy you.

“Yes,” you replied.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Pierre’s hand tightened its hold in your hair before he slid into your mouth. He brought his other hand to grip at the base of your neck to help push himself deeper. Your tongue met the underside of his dick, and you closed your lips around his throbbing length.

He began with a few slow, deep thrusts, getting you accustomed to his size. You sucked harshly around his tip when he pulled back, and you felt his abs tighten at your movement.

“You good?” He checked in, staring into your dilated pupils. You nodded the best you could and punctuated it with another long suck.

Taking your answer as a green light, he gave you a dark look before increasing his pace. Pierre’s hips thrusted faster now, his cock hitting the back of your throat with each snap of his hips before he retreated.

He fucked your face with force, and you felt yourself gag around him every time he thrusted back a little further than the last time. Tears welled your eyes as you made eye contact with Pierre, and he felt his balls tighten as he gazed down at the mascara running down your cheeks.

Pierre’s jaw dropped in a low groan as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth and down your throat.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted as your doe-like eyes met his.

His thrusts became a bit more erratic, and you tightened your lips even further against him as you knew he was about to hit his high.

“Gonna swallow for me?” He asked, shoving his cock deeper. You didn’t even want to think about how badly your makeup had run by now, but you gave him a pleading look to keep going.

Reaching his high, Pierre paused his hips mid-thrust, stopping as you swallowed around him. He pulled back a couple inches before his head fell back in pleasure and you felt his cum hit your tongue.

You swallowed as much as you could but felt a little bit dribble out of the corner of your mouth. Pierre pulled out of your mouth completely, and you brought your finger up to wipe the remaining cum before sucking it off.

“God, you are so fucking hot,” he praised, affectionately wiping away your smeared mascara.

Helping you up onto your feet, Pierre pulled you into his arms and dipped his head down to kiss you roughly.

“Congrats on your hat trick,” you congratulated between breaths. Picking you up with his large hands, he lightly tossed you back onto the bed before crawling over you.

“If only I could’ve scored one more,” he said wistfully, his mind imagining all the things he could do to you in a week.

“Maybe try a little harder next time,” you teased, bringing him back down to meet your lips.

He chuckled at your joke as he dipped his head to your neck to place open mouthed kisses against the skin there.

Pierre’s hands trailed up underneath his jersey and squeezed around your breast. Your mouth opened in a small gasp, and he twisted one nipple between his fingers as he bit at your neck.

He pulled back for a moment to slide further down your body. He pushed up the bottom of the jersey to bunch around your waist to reveal your dripping pussy.

“Baby, you’re soaked,” he commented in awe, “This all for me?”

“Always for you,” you moaned as he ducked down to bite at the inside of your thigh.

“Is this pussy mine?” He asked, meeting your gaze from between your legs. His tongue licked up your thighs until he stopped just outside of your folds.

“Yes,” you let out a shaky breath, “Only yours.”

Content with your answer, he licked a strong stripe up from your entrance to your clit. Your hand immediately flew down to grip at his hair that was beginning to curl with its extra length. His beard rubbed against your cunt, and your back arched off the bed with the added friction.

One arm reached out to keep you pressed into the mattress and your attempts to grind into his face were halted.

His tongue circled around your clit before he closed his lips around it. Sucking at your sensitive nub, you gasped in pleasure. Pierre ate you out fervently, you hadn’t even noticed he’d brought his fingers to your cunt until he’d slipped two inside of you.

He fucked you gently with his fingers as his tongue worked wonders on your clit. With his beard scraping against your folds, you felt your climax hit you suddenly and intensely.

Your toes curled as the white-hot pleasure ripped through your body. Pierre eased you through it, keeping his tongue light on your pussy until the shockwaves were over.

Before you’d gotten a chance to catch your breath, Pierre moved back up your body and engulfed you in a hot kiss.

You felt your wetness in his beard as his tongue entered your mouth to tangle with yours. You could taste yourself on him and you moaned at the feeling.

One of your hands snaked down between your bodies to grasp at Pierre’s cock, which was already starting to stiffen again. You pumped him a couple times in your hand until his grabbed your wrist to stop your movements. He removed your hand from him and moved it above your head. He took hold of your free hand to join the one trapped in his grip to immobilize you completely.

“Keep them there,” he stated before removing his hands.

You followed his orders obediently, and he rewarded you with a quick kiss. Pulling back, Pierre lined himself up with your entrance before thrusting into you sharply.

Your hands clutched onto the sheets beneath them as he began fucking you at a relentless pace. One hand rested by your head to steady himself as his other pressed fingertip-shaped bruises into your hips.

Pierre busied himself by sucking hickies into your neck as you bit your lip in ecstasy.

Your eyes flittered open as he moved his hand to your jaw. Squishing your cheeks together slightly, your mouth opened in a small “O” at the force, and something went unspoken between you two.

You let your tongue fall and relax as you stared into Pierre’s eyes. His grip changed so your chin was held between his thumb and pointer finger, and he took a second to gather some spit before he let it drop into your open mouth and onto your tongue.

“Jesus, fuck,” Pierre cursed, admiring the way you looked under him. His lips were back on yours almost immediately after, moaning into you.

When he pulled back, he pulled out of you in a quick motion. Pierre flipped you over onto your stomach and was piledriving back into you before you could complain.

Your face smushed into the mattress and Pierre’s arm stretched out to use your back as leverage while he pounded into you.

“I love seeing my name across your back,” he grunted out, his hands briefly moving to trace over the number ‘18.’

“Please, Luc,” you moaned into the sheets, “I’m so close.”

“What was that, baby?” He questioned, moving your hair aside to nip at your ear. You knew he heard you the first time, but he loved to hear you beg for it.

“Please let me come, daddy,” you whimpered, about to bubble over from pleasure, “I need it so badly.”

Pierre pulled your back against his chest, and his hand wandered up to your neck. He closed it around your neck lightly, applying just the right amount of pressure to push you over the edge. The fingers on his other hand snaked down, and he rubbed tight circles onto your clit.

It didn’t take long before you fell over that familiar edge for the second time that night. Your head fell back onto his shoulder, and Pierre released unsteady breaths against your neck. His hand tightened around your throat for a few seconds as he thrusted up into your cunt, chasing his own high.

He let out a loud groan of relief as he released into you. You felt his warmth spread throughout your pussy.

Pierre went still beneath you and his hand loosened his grip on your throat. You both panted as you tried to catch your breaths.

Slowly, Pierre lifted you off of his dick, and you felt some of his cum drip out of you and onto his thighs. His eyes fell down to the sight of you dripping onto him, and he let out another low moan.

Before he decided to flip you back around and fuck you again, he removed himself from you altogether. Gently, he laid you down on the bed and retreated to the bathroom.

In your blissed out state, you hadn’t even noticed his absence until you felt Pierre spreading your legs again. You flinched at the feeling of the washcloth between your folds as he cleaned you up.

He tossed the washcloth somewhere on the ground, making a note to throw it in the laundry later. You still laid on the bed with your eyes closed as your breath finally began to even out.

Pierre joined you and rested on his forearm as he watched you regain your composure. His fingers darted out to trail over the skin on your stomach from where your jersey had ridden up.

“God, I wish I scored hat tricks more often,” he said after a few moments of silence.

“Oh please,” you chuckled, “You know you can do this almost any time you want.”

“Yeah, but it’s not the same,” he mumbled, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

You hummed in agreement as you rolled yourself onto your side to face him. Your hand reached up to rub at the beard covering his chin. Normally, he didn’t grow it out this much, so you were thankful playoffs were still ahead.

“You should keep this,” you said, letting the hair scratch at your fingers.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips. You nodded your head before leaning in to kiss him. Different from before, his lips sensually caressed yours, conveying all the love he had for you.

“Night’s not over just yet,” he said when you pulled back. You furrowed your brows in confusion at his statement.

“I think I can fit in one more round in the shower,” he suggested cockily as his fingers brushed over your hips, the indentations of bruises already beginning to form.

“Well, you did score a hat trick,” you concurred, “Can you get it done in twenty minutes?”

Pierre’s eyes flew to the alarm clock on your nightstand, and it was indeed 11:40. It wasn’t a rule that his celebrations ended at midnight, but you’d just challenged Pierre and he was not about to back down now.

“I only need ten,” he teased, tugging you off the bed and into the bathroom.

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Helloww, I'm here for 3rd request xD

Don't know you like it or not but hw abt MC is sweet, ladylike, polite, never complained, and lovely girl but someday...when comte hold a banquet and yeps mc has low tolerance alcohol and got drunk so herself became 180° 😂😂😂

She started laughing like maniac, shouting and scold the residents like asian mom 😂.

For example : (arthur) DO YOU KNOW WE CALL A HUMAN TYPE LIKE YOU A THOT ?! FROM NOW I'LL CALL YOU ARTHOT

(isaac) OII YOU MINI APPLE BOI, HOW CAN YOU INVENTED CALCULUS?! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PRESSURE YOU GIVE TO FUTURE STUDENTS ? I CAN'T EVEN ENJOYED MY SCHOOL LIFE !! YOU MUST KNOW HOW MUCH I WANTED TO KILL YOU WHEN I WAS IN HIGHSCHOOLER !!

Etc 😂😂 you can make what kind of screaming+scolding she will throw at them 😂😂😂 The residents ? OH I WANT TO SEE THEIR STUPID SHOCKED FACES AHAHAHA. Take your time writing it xD and thank you so much before my darlingzzz 😘😘😘❤️❤️

This is gonna be a fun one to write! Sorry this took so much time to write! I have been busy with school works. But I’ve been writing it slowly. here you go! The words in the brackets (..) indicate that she missed saying these words. I had to write the words in a weird way to show that the words were being slurred by mc.

I tried writing it to your ask .Hope you like it!

Everyone was still wearing surprised Pikachu faces as they were staring at sleeping MC. For never had they expected to see the completely hidden side of her.

Previously, that evening~

MC is sweet and perfect lady, as described in the ask. But little did the vampires know what they would be witnessing that night.

The lord of the mansion decided to throw another banquet that night for the second time in the month being the hedonistic man he is. And all the residents were invited, including MC.

All of them reached the venue that evening and in the banquet halls, many fancy dishes were there, waiting to be eaten by people. There were finest of the wines brought from the far away land and the exotic dishes that were never seen before.

All of the mansion residents gathered in a room(kinda VIP room). All have helped themselves with a drink or two and were chatting away. MC stood against the walls of the room, swirling her champagne glass as she spoke to Sebastian.

All of them continued talking to each other.

After some more time:

MC was still speaking when she began giggling to herself continuously.

All the residents: “???????⁇?”

MC:” if only people knew how crazy these idiots are!! bwahahaha!”

Napoleon: “Who are you talking about MC?”

MC: “ Who am I ... talkin bout? I talk about the grreeat ‘men’ in history.." mc continued giggling as her words began to slur.

Arthur: "And why exactly are we 'idiots'? "

MC: "who in the world knew that all of these men would have crazy sides no one ever knows!" She began laughing again.

All of them looked at each other and then at MC. They noticed her flushed cheeks and understood the situation.

“MC, you are quite drunk. You should stop drinking now..”

“ N-no no no no.. I’m not drunk at all.. see,I only drank 1,2,... 4 glasses of champagne! I want to talk! “

MC: “comte! do you know..? arthot went into the town again yesterday even after you shun himm.. But he didn’t let me tell you...! teach him a lesson comte!” MC told as she pretended that she was holding a gun against Arthotur’s head.

“What in the world is mademoiselle doing?” Jean asked with a confused stare as Sebastian replied, “In our time period, we show guns with our hands in that way.. it’s a type of pretend play..”.

“And..wait what? From when did my name change to Arthot?? Did she misspell it??” Arthur asked looking at her.

“ Lemme think.. nope.. You’re ..definitely Art..Thot! yup! That’s it!”

“Arthur.. come to my room later. I should ‘gently’ remind you the rules of the mansion. “ Arthur gulped audibly as comte stared at him with ‘nothing-is-wrong’ smile.

“Arthur, Dazai-san!! Can (you) come here once??” She suddenly asked them with puppy eyes as they came forward. She tried to reach their faces but couldn’t. She pouted a little and climbed onto the couch behind her.

“OWW!! “ Both of them cried in pain as MC twisted each of Arthur’s and Dazai’s ears. “ how.. how dare youu...! How dare you tease.. Is..Isaac?! the only baby of this mansion! Poor boy! He’s traumatized because of you!”

Isaac having the time of his life: “That’s right mc! How dare they tease a bab- wait! Who do you think you’re calling BABY!??! “ Isaac frowned at his yet another new nick name.

Her feet began wobbling and she fell from the couch onto Mozart. “Aww man!! I fell off the couch!!! Bu..but.. this pillow is soo smoooth and silkyy.. yayy! A nice pillow for me..! “ She said as she snuggled her face into her’pillow’, aka Mozart’s chest.

“What do you think you’re doing?! Get her off me! mmph!! “ Mozart began yelling but felt a hand clamped over his mouth. “Shh.. doon’t shout.. and you should.. smile like this. Say CHEEEESE! “ MC said, forcing his lips into a smile with her hands.

MC kept giggling even when Napoleon and Leonardo helped Mozart and sat her on the couch.

(I'm sorry I know that her giggling is too much but I don't know how drunk person acts exactly ^^;)

Leonardo: "How much did she even drink? Why didn't you stop her Sebas?"

Sebastian: "I'm sorry master Leonardo.. I didn't expect her to drink these many. I thought she had high alcohol tolerance.."

Leonardo (stretching hand towards mc): "Cara mia, you had enough fun, c'mon you need to rest up in the mansion.

MC shook her head vigorously . "Noooo! I don't want to rest! I want to talk to all of you~! Why don't you go to sleep ...? Da Vinci~. You've got your bed AKA them... (Pointing finger towards floor and wall) . I'll sing a lullaby to youu.. "

She began humming the tone of the lullaby as she dragged Leonardo with her.

" Rock-a-bye, baby, in the tree top

When the wind blows the cradle will rock

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall

Down will come baby, cradle and all"

"Go to bed renaissance man! And ! Your cigarillos are confiscated by me! Hmph! " She took the cigarillos from his pockets and threw them into the dustbin.

"MC! You sing so good! It's as if the angel herself has sung the lullaby.. what song is it?" Vincent asked with an excited and curious gaze.

" the lullaby..? T'is from my own time.. god! I miss my old days in college! " Everybody heard small sniffles in the room then.

They felt helpless seeing her cry. “What’s the matter cherie? Why are you crying? Is something hurting you? “ comte asked approaching her.

“*sniffle* everything is *hic* alright comte *sniffle, hic*. I just remembered *sniffle* my own time and my friends.. I miss them *sniffle* a lot..” Tears began rolling down her soft cheeks. Everyone looked at each other..

“ A-and.. *sniffle* I also remember the days I used to cry and struggle due to math in college. Especially calculus.. And I’ve heard that Isaac was the one wh- *sniffle* who invented it.. Isn’t it Isaac?” She asked Isaac through the glassy eyes.

Isaac: “Y-yeah... it was me..” He lowered his eyes as if he had done a mistake.

MC grabs Isaac’s lapels weakly and shouted, “Why? Why did you invent calculus?! I remember.. I remember the days I used to stay awakee... until late night, scratching my head and struggling to... to solve them!! I... hatee.. you !!” She suddenly released him and pushed him back, making him wobble a little.

Theo: “what the heck hondje?! how much drunk are you!? your mood swings are faster than Arthur’s snarky comments! “

MC: “ Hey Theo! Don’t you dare call me Hondje.. You’re the hondje... Who doesn’t allow anyone to come near your darling brother like a guard dog!”

Theo was very taken back at the sudden backfiring of the nickname.

MC: “Coming to Vincent and Jean! you both are so adorable. You’re the epitome of purity. I love you both so much. muah!” She sent a flying kiss to both and both the men’s cheeks flushed a little.

Napoleon: “Do you have something to say about me MC?” He asked her with curiosity and a little amusement dancing in his eyes.

MC: “ Well, All I can say ..is.. DON’T GO AROUND KISSING PEOPLE! I can’t.. beliieeve that ‘nightmare of Europe’ went around kissing people.. poor soldiers must have been traumatized..! “

“ I can’t believe the nerve of you all to send me to Napoleon’s room early in the morningg! *gasp* Wait !!This means that all of you have been kissed by him.. didn’t you? Hahahaaa!!” she continued laughing clutching her stomach hard.

“Do you know?! There’s a stalker in the mansion who stalks you all 24/7. And he notes it down in his ‘oh no! they didn’t ‘ notebook! It’s none other than our Seba- mmph! “ her voice suddenly came out muffled as Sebas quickly clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Wait-who is that stalker??” Dazai asked in confusion.

“It’s no one Dazai san. She’s just blabbering.” Sebas quickly replied in a stoic expression.

“Wow.. she speaks truth when she’s drunk Will..” Vincent told Shakespeare. “ She is.. After all, a drunk mind speaks a sober heart..” Shakespeare told him.

“Cherie, you must really go back to mansion now. Come, I shall escort you back home..” Comte said worriedly as he approached her.

“ NO! no comte ~ . See, I-I’m perfectly fine~. And you should stop being a mother comte. For the god’s sake, you’re a man! See, look at your reflection! You’re a handsome man! not a beautiful woman! Ditch all these.. motherly duties and enjoy yourself.~! “ She exclaimed as she turned him towards the mirror.

“And you all~! stop being such a child and stressing out poor comte! Okay?! repeat after mee! from this day forth, I shall look after myself and never stress out mama comte!”

“Do you even like us luv?” Arthur asked her with a knowing smile.

“Well, yes.. of course! Even though you all are handful.. I love you all a lot! I love you all this..much (spreading her hands on both sides)..I want to.. stay here..for..ever..”

Suddenly, she felt the world spinning and lost consciousness. But Sebastian caught her by the waist in the nick of time.

The room suddenly fell silent as the blabbering of a drunk resident stopped.

“Well well- tonight’s play was rather very interesting.. But the curtains have fallen in a very unexpected way..” Shakespeare said laughing and breaking the silence.

Sebastian gently laid her on the couch as she slept soundly. “never expected to see this side of cara.. not that I dislike it though..” Leonardo said as he laughed breezily.

“It felt so entertaining to see her talking her like this.. Though it’s not gentlemanly, I would love to invite her to drinks and make her drunk.. I want to hear those words and keep them to myself..” comte said looking at her.

“Let’s take her home and call it a day.. And let’s keep it a secret among ouselves...” Napoleon added. Everyone nodded in agreement and started towards mansion, still laughing at her words. That’s how they came to know the completely hidden side of mc that eventful night.

-------------------- THE END --------------------

i also wanted to ask you guys if my plots up until now were different or if it feels like I’m writing cliché things..how does it feel?

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tatertotthethot · 4 years

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The Doms Next Door 2.0

THIS IS A TEMPORARY REUPLOAD FOR THIS CHAPTER CUZ TUMBLR IS RAN BY A BUNCH OF BOTS. 2.1 HERE

Warnings/AN: frequent, casually cursing; comical, gay Jimin; insecure reader; steamy flirting; tattoo/sexualized Tae 🙃. Enjoy~ (TAEKOOK EDIT ABOVE IS ARTKOOK DONE BY NONCONMAN ON INSTAGRAM)

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Your tires came to a stop outside of the tattoo shop you've seen online— a brick building, covered in spray paint and street-style art. A sign buzzed over the awning of the entrance doors, with the built-in UV lights and graffiti-styled font displaying the name of the place in neon-red letters. Kink For Ink! The name alone was what first caught your attention last week, when you Googled "Tattoo shops near me" and it pulled up a list, with "Kink For Ink" being the first option. It just seemed so uncanny and fitting at the time, considering the previous run-in you just had with the sex-crazed neighbors a couple nights before. You couldn't help but to click the link to their Instagram.

A profile came up with 53.4k followers, which immediately blew your mind... but you quickly saw why. Every tattoo and piercing, no matter the body-placement, skin-type, or quirky design, was vividly appealing— certainly done by the articulate hands of certified experts. Even in the comments of the piercings that were posted, people were praising them for the "minimal" amount of pain they experienced, despite the fact that some of piercings were done in places you couldn't even fathom the thought of having a needle jammed through.

It said in the bio that the shop is owned by the two artists that work there— Kim Taehyung and Jeon Jungkook. You couldn't find out much about them, all their pictures showed was their work. You even went back to search for a personal account of their own, but nothing came up. You then went back to the bio and clicked a link to the official website, hoping to find out something, but you were met with a disclaimer rule at the top that automatically deemed your chances of even getting your piece done by them, slim-to-none.

• No walk-ins allowed.

• Every request/idea must be sent in through the DMs of our Instagram page. You will only be accepted only if it spikes our personal interests.

Yikes; You were instantly discouraged by this. The piece you wanted was something so common and cliché, that you actually got the image out of a child's coloring book.... It was the cartoon layout of the glass vase and enchanted rose, from the Beauty and the Beast movie. Cheesy, yes. But it was something of personal, nostalgic value. You remember when you were little— roughly around 3 or 4 years of age— when your parents started fighting and would spend all day screaming and throwing things at each other, putting you in a constant state of anxiety. But then you'd go to bed at night and pop the VHS tape, and the movie never failed to put you in a peaceful state of mind— a hopeful one. It's remained as your all-time favorite love story throughout the years. Which, is ironic, considering that the relationship itself was different, but almost as dysfunctional as your parent's. However, the fact that even the Beast was capable of change, and everything wound up so perfect and happy in the end, makes your heart happy. And even now, at age 19, it still puts you in your feelings. The previous remake of a movie is what actually inspired you to get the enchanted rose as a tattoo, after seeing it in 3D not too long ago. But you're only willing to shell out up to $200 for it, at most. You've just started college, and even though Jimin's parents own the house and let the two of you live there, rent free, you're still responsible for half the utility bills from month to month. Blowing every bit of money you have saved up, right at the start of the semester, would just be irresponsible. But $200 was manageable, and you're looking for anything that'll give you a little extra "oomph" to break you out of this introverted shell you've always known. Pushing it off would just delay it, and you were ready for change. The nose piercing you want is just a small little thing that'll hopefully add a bit of flare to the features of your face. These two guys could probably do the piercing/tattoo with a blindfold on and a hand tied behind their back. So, if it meant that you'd be able to get these things done in confidence, without having to worry about the outcome, you figured it wouldn't hurt for you to at least ask, even if they straight-up ignore you. So, after spending an unnecessary amount of time overthinking the wording of your text, you finally constructed a message in your notes and DM'd it to business page, after sending them a small, simple outline of the cartoony rose, and pressed send.

• You: Hello! I've been wanting to get this tattoo done for a very while now, and was hoping one of you will be willing to do it for me... along with piercing my nose? I know it's a very mediocre and cliché piece, and a nose piercing can be done anywhere. But I'm new to the area and I've never gotten a tattoo/piercing done before and I haven't really checked out any other places either because I found this page first. And from what I can see, you guys are pretty efficient and CRAZY talented. So, I trust it'll get done right.... only if you want to! I'm willing to pay $200 for this, but if it costs that much for just the outline I've sent then that's fine as well. But I understand if neither of you want to do it cuz that is really cheap compared to the ones I've seen lol. But either way, thx for ur time 😁

A few minutes went by and you had just unlocked your phone to check the message again, when the word "seen" popped below the message. You held your breath for a second— but seconds turned to minutes, and time went by with no reply, what-so-ever. You figured maybe you sounded a little too immature to take seriously; kind of like a prepubescent 12-year-old asking someone out for a dance... and you blew it. Which was disappointing, but predictable. So fuck it. Maybe it's a sign; you shouldn't get it after all.

11pm rolled around, many hours later. You were now hiding beneath your covers, beginning your "amateur threesome" exploration on PornHub. You were ready to see what this whole "2 guys, 1 girl" thing was all about. But just when you were about to type it into the search bar, you were interrupted by an Instagram notification dropping down from the top of your screen.

"KinkForInk sent you a message."

You audibly gasped, eyes turning to saucers as you clicked on the notif and switched over to the Instagram app.

• KinkForInk: Hi (Y/N). This is Tae, one of the artists of the shop. The tattoo you sent in is worth roughly $100... but I want to run an offer by you in hopes that you'll be interested.

— Your brows scrunched in oddity, stomach fluttering. An offer? For you?

• You: Okay, sure. What's that?

• KinkForInk: I've been looking for someone willing to showcase the custom design I've come up with, specifically for a much more... exclusive version of the Beauty and the Beast tattoo you sent. And if you'd be down for letting me and my partner put it on you, it'll be free. No charge. BUT you'll also have to sign a contract saying that you'll do a little bit of modeling for us once it's done. You think you'd be in to doing something like that, even if you get it?

— Your head spun for a second, reading the message over and over again until you could fully wrap your mind around what he was saying.

• You: Hold on... YOU wanna put a tattoo on ME so that I model for you? And it's FREE? Are you sure about this? I'm not even model material lol.

• KinkForInk: Yes, yes, and yes, you are. You'd be perfect for this.

• You: How do know that? Is it a face tattoo? Cuz I only have 6 selfies on here and you can't see anything past my shoulders.

—"Seen" came up as soon as you hit send, but a couple of minutes rolled by with no reply to the message, nor was he even typing. Maybe you came off a little rude. But it was already sketchy and it was a logical question.

— An image suddenly popped up: a screenshot of your Facebook profile. Then another— and much to your horror, it was the photo Jimin tagged you in last week, when the two of you were swimming at a local community pool. You were wearing a simple two piece, sitting at the foot of the lawn chair Jimin was also sitting in, as his legs were visible on either side of you and his lap was practically framing your ass. The photo was at an upward angle and looked so scandalous— but really, you had just asked Jimin to put sun screen on your back and he didn't want to stand up because the pavement was too hot against his bare feet. But you actually liked the picture at the time; it was just a silly joke and your ass actually looked quite nice from that angle. Plus, everyone knows nothing sexual actually goes on between the two of you, for obvious reasons. But Taehyung doesn't, so you couldn't help but dreadfully cringe when you saw the caption of the screen shot.

"Babymama 💦🍆"

• KinkForInk: Is this you??

• You: Yes, that's me. The caption is a joke tho... pay no mind to that. But this is like, really happening? You really think it'd look good on me?

— Why that picture though? You couldn't help but wonder.

• KinkForInk: Yes. Like I said, you're perfect for this piece. Are you down to at least see what the tattoo will look like? We don't expect you to be experienced with modeling or anything, but if you listen to us and cooperate, you'll do just fine.

• You: Yes I wanna see, and I'll do the best I can if I decide to get it... I'm just a bit shy, is all.

• KinkForInk: You'll be in good hands. I promise.

• You: Okay... are you going to show me??

• KinkForInk: Can't send it over a message, I don't want it plagiarized or the concept stolen. But the piece itself isn't necessarily crazy or anything, just more creative. I'd be more than happy to show you at my shop some day this week, if you'd be willing to swing by.

• You: Yeah, I can do that. When should I come?

• KinkForInk: Are you available after 5 tomorrow?

• You: I am, I get off at 4:30.

• KinkForInk: Great. Be here by 5:30, and make sure you've eaten in case you like the piece and wanna get started. It's pretty big for a first timer and gonna take a lot of time and patience. It'll have to be done in sessions but I hope you have a fair enough pain tolerance to at least get the outline of it done first.

— It can't be any worse than a bikini wax, you thought, shivering at the memory. That a story for another time. You decided on an alternative scenario.

• You: I give blood from time to time... but that's easy and doesn't really hurt that much. I think I can handle it though... maybe. I honestly don't know lol, I'm sorry 😣. But I can try my best. Can I ask where it's supposed to go?

• KinkForInk: That's okay, I'll work with you. It's supposed to go down the middle of your back. Starts between the center of your shoulder blades, and trails down the length of your spine to your lower lumbar. You'll see how it looks once we transfer a template on your back. But if you don't like it, there will be no hard feelings from my end. I can still do the tattoo you want if that's the case, free of charge just for your time.

• You: Oh no, you don't have to do that! I'd still pay!

• KinkForInk: Not if I don't accept your money. Trust me, I'm not worried about it. The nose piercing is gonna be $30 regardless, though. JK isn't so lenient.

• You: Of course. Will I have to take my shirt and bra off for the tattoo?

• KinkForInk: Yes, and for the pictures once it's done.

— Your mind blanked at that; thumbs froze over the keypad. He was typing again.

• KinkForInk: Don't let that discourage you. Again, you're in good hands. You can bring something to cover your chest. And the pics will be if your back as well.

• You: Okay, I can handle that. So 5:30 tomorrow?

• KinkForInk: Yes, please don't flake on us!

• You: Lol, I won't. I'll be there.

"They're gonna knock us the fuck out and sell our organs to the black market," Jimin declared. He had parked next to you outside of the shop, and was now sitting in the driver seat of his car with his door locked and windows all the way up, refusing to get out. You were standing right outside his door, still having to talk on the phone. "And is this Tae-guy an AllState representative or something?"

Jimin is petty. You wanted him here for moral support— which he's usually reliable for— but this time, he's just plain salty right and doing everything he can to remind you of that. Reason is, he's been begging you to get a matching tattoo with him ever since your 18th birthday, and you've always refused because of what he wanted to get.

Cupcakes. Jimin wanted to get matching cupcake tattoos... in honor of Cupcakke the legend. Sorry, but H E L L no.

You rolled your eyes, growing frustrated. He only has enough time to pop in and confirm that these two aren't gonna kill you, and then he's gotta head home to get ready for work. You were already supposed to be in there. It was 5:33pm, 3 minutes past the time.

"Jimin, you're the one that insisted on coming along! And now you're making me late!" you ranted. "I'm going in without you."

"Hold your horses, hoe! I'm finishing my blueberry slushie," He retorted, sassily bringing the straw to his mouth and loudly slurping it into the phone. He then abruptly flinched away from the straw with a disgusted expression, nostrils flared, body locking up; lips drawing into an air-tight knot that was so extreme and unnatural, it caused an ugly snort to break out of your nose.

He smacked his lips in exaggeration to the taste, face falling back into stone as an eyebrow arched over the top of his aviators; unamused and saltier than before... Like you were at fault for that, too.

"Or... Blueberry-ass, I should say."

That forced another giggle out of you as Jimin stiffly rolled his window down, phone still pressed to his ear and eyes still scowling at you behind the inspector shades. He bit down on the straw and withdrew it with his teeth before dumping the dark-blue contents of the drink out of the window, making it a point to shake the styrofoam cup empty of every drop before tossing it over his shoulder and into back seat. He then spat the straw out of his mouth with an audible "PLUUUUH!" of a French accent, and waited until the window rolled all the way up again, just so he could hang up the phone. You scoffed at this as you shoved your phone back into your pocket, scornfully watching Jimin exit the car and slam the door behind him. He snatched his glasses off his face as his cotton-candy hair swayed in the breeze, revealing his scornful eyes right back at you as he gestured for you to lead the way in exasperated manner— as if you were the one wasting his time now.

"Go on, lead us to the grave," He shooed, a snippy little shit. You sauntered away, walking up the side of the shop, then paused just before reaching the glass entrance door, when you remembered how much of a coward you are. You've never even stepped into a parlor before, and supposedly, this was a famous one. Which makes it more and more surreal when you think about it.

"Are we doing the mannequin challenge now? Is that what we're doing?" Jimin sardonically inquired.

"You go first, I'm nervous!" You whisper-hissed.

"You don't want me to go in there first— I'll show out," he reasoned, simply stating a fact.

"Please don't," you whined.

"Then, again, I'll show out?" He reiterated, as if to say duh. "How else am I supposed to break the ice? I look like Timmy Turner's Fairy-Gay- Parent."

You gave him a wary look... he's right. You sighed, slightly kicking your foot in distracted defeat. Fuck, you hated making an entrance to new places—

"Hold up— is that Drake?" Jimin suddenly blurted, holding his hand up to silence you. You honed in on the muffled track playing from behind the glass door, and Jimin's face soon light up like a Christmas tree before he spun around you, unstoppable.

"Jimin, NO—!"

"KIKI, DO YOU LOVE ME—?!"

It was already too late. The door was flying back behind him as he Milly-Rocked his way into the shop, leaving you no choice but the chase in behind him.

"—ARE YOU RIDING? SAY YOU'LL NEVA-EVA LEAVE FROM BESIDE ME— hello there."

You were panting, coming to a stop right behind Jimin, where you instantly latched on to the back of his shirt as you met the face of the man behind the studio counter. And, as corny as this is gonna sound: the world actually stilled for a solid beat... or maybe you were in the verge of cardiac arrest.

A pair of glossy-Black eyes looked up at the two of you; A series of silver-studded earrings trailed along the outer cartilages, peaking out beneath a head of soft, layer-swept hair. It was a Carmel-tinted blonde in color— thick and shaggy, and neatly spilling in waves around a headband that proudly sported a high-dollar brand-name you've never seen anyone wear in person before. G U C C I, it read— Meaning that the headband alone was probably worth more than some of your college text books, put together. It sat just a few inches above a pair of dark brows, that oddly brought out the shape of his cat-like eyes— irises like polished marbles. His ample lips had a sharp, well-defined Cupid's-bow, and a natural shade of pink that fit the porcelain appearance of his melanin-kissed complexion, to the finest degree.

And here you are, looking like an actual bum. You had just enough time to clock out of work and head straight over here to make it in time. You didn't even have any makeup on, and the only thing hiding your raggedy hair from those captivating eyes is your old baseball cap from high school. It took a second for him to take the bold presence that was Park Jimin— who was also frozen to the spot as he openly checked the guy out. He was hunched over the counter, a v-neck hoodie covering the rest of him with a thin, loose-fitting material. It was Black and allowed a full visual of his tan neck, and prominent collar bones. And it certainly didn't hide the fact that he had a pair of wide-set shoulders, either. A pencil sat in his hand— one that was laced with masculine veins, and lot of decorative ink. There was a silver ring on his thumb.. and a very heavy-looking Rolex watch.

The man cracked a grin at Jimin— a boxy one that dimpled in at the corners.

"Love the hair," he humorously began, twisting a quirky eyebrow at Jimin. You subconsciously snagged the bill of your hat as your eyes went a little wide at how mature the man's voice was.

"Love the watch," Jimin retorted, then reached around and gripped you by the wrist before pulling you into full view beside him. "You wouldn't happen to be Taehyung...?"

"Mhm," the man hummed, absentmindedly moving his wrist at the mention of his watch. His eyes cut over to you, and you swore you could see a minuscule reflection of yourself in his eyes, before they flashed back at Jimin and blinked. "You must be the babydaddy?"

Blood rushes to your ears. It's really him... a guy who looks like a high-dollar model himself, asking you to be his canvas model. Your own conscious didn't even know what to say right now. So you stayed quiet and still as Jimin took charge... which was a mistake.

"She wishes, but no. I'm the best-friend— and a gay one, at that," Jimin replied, and you knew he did that for his benefit. Thot. "I'm just here to make sure you're not gonna sacrifice her to Satan, or anything of that nature. I need her around in case I ever forget the Netflix password."

Taehyung chuckled at that, mouth opening to reveal a row of teeth shinier than Chip Skylark's. But then, you caught something behind his teeth that caused your gut to leap. A silver ball... a tongue ring. Your thoughts clouded over for a second.

"Well, I can assure you, she's safe with me," he said, looking over at you again. You blinked, nothing more. His brow arched at your lack of response, but this time, it was done more handsomely as he was still smirking at you. "Still, you don't look too thrilled to be here... You sure you wanna do this?"

"She's just nervous because you're really fucking hot," Jimin announced, unyielding. "You should feel how sweaty her hand is."

"Don't listen to him— I'm gay too," You lied in panic, trying to defend yourself from the absolute truth Jimin spoke just then. You snatched your hand away from him and jutted a finger at the door, eyes beading and lid twitching as your nerves ran amuck. "Goodbye, Jimin."

"She's a lonesome hetero," Jimin told Taehyung, assuring him with a face that showed no bluff. "One look at her camera roll, and you'd see for yourself—" You were yanking him away by the arm now, in a tug-of-war game that Jimin obviously could've won if he really wanted to. But he figured you suffered enough and eventually let you drag him out of the shop, waving bye to Taehyung before turning to look at you with beading eyes.

"I think he wants to fuck you— text me as soon as you can," Jimin uttered with unmoving lips as before he walked to his car. You stopped for a second, noticing he was actually being serious. How could he possibly think that he wants to fuck you, just from that small encounter? And what is the odd sensation currently coiling in your stomach? Things grew awkward again when you re-entered the shop, coming to a stand at the same spot... only alone now. He was still amused, it seemed. And so calm and cool despite this odd, intense look in his eyes. It gave him a Casanova effect, where all he had to do was give you that look and it'd instantly make you blush.

"He seems like a fun person to be around," he noted, somewhat honestly, but more so making fun of the red-hot appearance of your face.

"He's a pain in the ass," you muttered, trying to conjure up a smirk but hardly even able to speak properly from how dry your mouth was. It felt like there was a white-hot iron expanding in your throat. "I'm really sorry about him."

"Don't be. I'm just glad you're here— thought you'd chicken out." You nervously wiped your clammy palms over the back pockets of your jeans as Taehyung got up from the barstool behind the counter and approached you on the other side of it, a whole head-and-a-half taller than you. He was wearing black cardigan jeans and matching combat boots.. his headband and jewelry the only thing not black on him. And oddly enough, he made it look fucking fantastic.

"Mh-mm," You hummed, not trusting your voice. You've never needed a sip of water so bad in your life— he even smelled expensive.

"Well, It's very nice to meet you," he formerly began, and you mustered up the normality of placing your (dried) hand into his much larger one, as he held his out to you in greeting. And boy, was he close. So close that the heels of your spine itches to lean back from the proximity.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm really sorry if I'm acting weird. I'm just nervous." — Your mind struggled to stay focused on your words, arm tensing at the skin-to-skin contact. You were extra-effected by the firmness in his grip. You really wanted to look down at all the bold ink you saw dashing across the veiny surface of his tanned hand, or see if those were images or scripted letters on the knuckles of lengthy fingers... But you were held captive by those God-blessed eyes... And that fucking tongue ring. It was infecting your head in ways that weren't necessarily healthy for your current state of mind, as you saw it peering in and out at certain words.

"And physically shaking," Taehyung pointed out, brows twitching down at your trembling hand in his as if he was concerned for it. But his smirk gave off an odd sense of fascination to the involuntary symptom, like it was cute or something? Hm. He glanced back up at you, causing your dehydrated throat to bob as his other hand came to clasp over the rest of yours, swallowing it completely from the wrist down. "Intimidated?"

"V-Very," you spluttered, a small slither of saliva copulating down your throat as you looked back up at him. He absentmindedly rolled his tongue ring over the button row of his teeth as he watched you with tainted eyes— undoubtably getting cocky with that damn grin of his and proudly teasing you about your reaction to him. It gratified the effortless sex-appeal he had. You were even beginning to imagine that tongue ring elsewhere, and you literally just met him. Then, as you felt the band of a ring move along with the pad of his thumb as gently ran it across your trembly knuckles, chills shot up all the way to your shoulder. Oh... oh wow. You glanced down at his knuckles on reflex this time, and saw a four-letter word scripted in black ink across the bottom row of his knuckles, and another word scripted on the middle section of his fingers. A silver band on his naked thumb. STAY TRUE, it said.

"And why's that?"

"I.. feel like you're a celebrity," you sheepishly admitted, your other hand wedging into your back pocket as you had to stop yourself from reaching for the bill of your hat again. Is he flirting? The words seem too innocent for the way he was making you feel. It was getting so hot in the oven of his massive palms, and he wasn't even squeezing you hard enough to cut off any circulation, but yet your fingers were beginning to tingle.

"Mm, no. Just a little popular, really," he granted, teetering his head a little as he pondered the thought. You could see his vocal chords contract in his sleek neck as they project his smooth, pungent voice. "You still trust me?"

"Mhm," was all you could muster. He'd gotten even closer, to where his hand had gone into a prayer stance around yours. You were aware of how wide your eyes had gone from the awe you... you knew this was just the beginning. He was going to be very handsy throughout this whole process. But in a very twisted way, you were more than okay with that. Even if it meant you were at risk of fainting from actual dehydration. Maybe you were in over your head. But you couldn't will yourself away from this now. And then, just as a wide, heart-stopping smile edged out on that mind-numbingly handsome face, the door at that back of the room swung open, and heavy-metal rock blasted through the quiet vibe of the scenery and caused you to jump a little at the disturbance. Taehyung shot a wicked smile over his shoulder, and his next words nearly knocked you out right then and there as you beheld yet another, breathtaking sight.

"Oh, there you are," Tae eagerly acknowledged, one hand still holding yours as he walked around to grab your with the other, presenting you to the.. hulking presence in the room. "This is (Y/N), our next little experiment."

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jombocostello · 4 years

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hello there!!! i see ur a new blog so welcome!!!! may i request a polnareff x reader where they’re slow dancing in france to some old timey music? thank uuu!!!!

hi! thanks so much for the request, it’s a really lovely idea! slow dancing with polnareff... it’s the dream. i hope you like it! :)

It's late at night, and the sun has finally set. You're so in love with the long summer nights in France. You sit on the couch in the living room of your and Polnareff's house, smiling as you peer outside the window and watch the sun slowly disappear. Polnareff's home is located in the most perfect part of France and you can't be more grateful.

It's been a year since the two of you returned to Egypt. It had kind of been an unspoken agreement as you had gotten to know each other on the journey that you would stay together; the two of you were practically attached at the hip as you searched the world for Dio. Your personalities meshed together perfectly, and you always looked out for each other in battle. It really was a perfect match.

You got married the second you got to France. It was a really small affair; Jotaro, Joseph, and a few other people were the only guests. But it was a dream, because you were marrying the love of your life. That's all you'd ever wanted, and Polnareff made it possible.

A year has flown by pretty quickly with him. You've been living a relatively easy life, both finding jobs in the area and spending nearly all your time with each other. You've spent a lot of time helping each other through the process of coping with everything that happened in Egypt. More often than not one of you won't be able to sleep through the night because of nightmares, or just memories of your lost friends. Polnareff already had a lot to deal with in the loss of his younger sister, and this just added even more grief. You try your best to help him, and it seems to work most of the time. He does the same for you.

Right now, Polnareff is digging through an old box that he'd just recovered from the attic. He'd been looking for an old toolbox, but ended up finding this instead. "What's in there, Jean?" you ask, sitting up and peering over his shoulder.

"Some of my mom's old things."

He pulls out a few photo albums, and your face brightens when you catch a glimpse of a picture of Polnareff as a kid. "Oh man! We've gotta go through this, can we?" You turn to him and grin. He laughs a little at the picture and nods his head, setting the scrapbooks to the side.

You go through them as he rifles through the box, and just when you find a wonderfully embarrassing picture you hear Polnareff gasp beside you. "What is it?" you ask, leaning over. Polnareff smiles widely as he gingerly picks up a vintage record player.

"I haven't seen this in years," he says, carefully placing it on the ground. "And all of mom's old records are in here too. Wow."

He starts pulling out records; they're all classic French singers, and Polnareff smiles warmly with every new one he picks up. "We used to listen to this stuff a lot," he says with a grin, showing you each one. "They're all classics. We really should listen to them." He places one on the record player and starts it up carefully, as if he's afraid it might fall apart. Honestly it might - it's pretty damn old. After a second, though, it comes to life and the smooth voice of Edith Piaf fills the room. Polnareff's eyes light up, and you grin; Polnareff's excited smile is one of your favorite things in the world.

"It sounds nice, Jean," you comment, sliding down and sitting on the floor next to him. "Really pretty."

He reaches over you and grabs one of the photo albums, opening it and scooting closer to you. "Ah, there's some good stuff in here!" he says with a laugh as he leafs through it. "I was probably five here. I had tried dressing up as Chariot for Halloween but it really didn't go well." You let out a bark of laughter when he shows you the picture, and he's right - he looks goofy as hell. "And here's me with my mother..." This picture is a bit sweeter, and Polnareff's smile softens a bit. He flips the page and his breath catches in his throat.

It's a picture of him - he looks to be about 18, with a big, silly grin and adorable freckles dusting his cheeks - and his sister. She's looking at the camera but he's smiling down at her, with his arm resting loosely over her shoulders. She looks really beautiful, with long, dark hair and blue eyes like her brother.

"And... There's Sherry and I." His voice is barely a whisper, and you can hardly hear it over the music. Polnareff's smile falls and turns into something close to a grimace as he looks down at the picture. You reach out and place your hand over his, but he doesn't seem to notice. There's an alarming distance in his eyes, and before you know what you're doing you've hopped to your feet and pulled him up with you.

He looks at you, confused, and you shrug. "I just figured since we've got this great music going..." You glance at the record player and then at him, starting to smile. "...We should dance?"

Polnareff smiles again and just barely nods, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "That's a wonderful idea, mon amour," he sighs, running his hand through your hair. "Thank you."

You just nod and rest your head against his chest. You had recognized the way his face fell as he looked at his sister - it was the same expression he would have after waking up from a dream about his time in Egypt. He was going somewhere dark in his mind and you knew you had to get him out of it - so now you're slow dancing in the middle of your living room.

He silently gazes down at you, and you swear he has hearts in his eyes. He sways back and forth and you follow along. The music has that slight crackle that you only find in old records, and it brings with it a feeling of warmth and comfort. You listen to the steady sound of his breathing as you lean into him.

"I love you," he murmurs, kissing the top of your head sweetly. "You make me love you more and more every day."

You feel your face go red, and you bury your face in his shoulder. "I love you too," you say. It's been a year and you're still not used to saying that to someone - and hearing it back. "I'm so happy I have you."

Polnareff surprises you by taking your hand and spinning you around, laughing loudly as you stumble back into his arms. You snort as he catches you, looking down into your eyes with a jokingly romantic expression. "You're a wonderful dancer!" he says with a grin, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"Thank you," you manage to say through your laughter. He brings you back into his arms and resumes his gentle swaying. You nearly melt when you notice that he's humming.

As you slowly listen to him hum, barely audible, you shut your eyes and smile. You feel so...content. It's a lovely feeling, really. "I love you," Polnareff whispers again, and you hug him tightly. He stops moving and hugs you back. The music rings out clearly now that you've both fallen silent. You both stand there, wrapped up in each other's arms, as the song slowly fades away.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader #anonymous #thanks so much for the request! it's very sweet :')#sorry i made it a little sad lol but they be comforting each other with the power of love #jojo imagines #oh and thank you for the welcome! i've been having a lot of fun in the short time that i've been here haha #jjba #jean pierre polnareff x reader #my writing

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whumpandbandaids · 5 years

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Yooo requests are open? ...Could u do something with faux-affectionate villain and tearful smile? (personally im thinking with a broken whumpee thats desperate for any sort of kindness even if its fake (also sorry if thats too specific?) but yknow take this wherever u wanna!! i really like ur writing!)

Ahh okay thank you I tried here! Enjoy Ronan and his tragic backstory ig. Also I got tearful smile included in two different requests so it’s getting its own square at some point, @badthingshappenbingo

The chains holding Ronan’s arms above his head rattled as he was lowered to his knees. He made no effort to hold himself up and instead let the chains support him as a hand brushed against the day old whip marks across his back. Whoever was tasked with hurting him today was unusually silent. Being blindfolded meant that he didn’t know the faces, or names of any of the people who made their way down to his cell but he had grown to recognize them by their voices and the methods they used to hurt him.

Whoever was here today was new. They didn’t speak right away which was unusual and when they had made their way over their steps were clumsy and unused to the room. There was no way he could know what to expect today and his stomach churned at the thought.

“You’ve been down here for awhile, haven’t you?” he asked after a moment, running his fingers over Ronan’s bloodied wrists still suspended in the chains. “Do you want out of these?”

There was a long pause where Ronan didn’t respond, the man was clearly enjoying his struggle to speak after not doing so for so long and he could practically hear the grin in his voice when he spoke next. “I do eventually need an answer from you.”

“Yes,” he croaked finally, his voice rough and barely audible, but there. “I want out.”

“There we go.” he chuckled, like Ronan was a dog who had just accomplished a particularly amusing trick for him.

The chains were unlocked and unused to supporting his own weight he collapsed against the man who thankfully, caught him. The touch oddly comforting even as he purposefully dug his nails into the fresh gashes across his back as he helped him to his feet.

“Alright watch your step, we’re going over here.” he said, tugging him forward.

There were heavy metal cuffs set into the wooden slab he was led towards but the man didn’t make any move to force Ronan into them. He was allowed to just sit there for a moment, running his newly freed hands across the stubble on his face that he didn’t usually let grow and his stiff aching shoulders. It was the most freedom he’d had in a long time and he wondered for a moment if he should try and escape before discarding the thought in favour of losing himself to the familiar sounds of someone searching through the rack of tools nearby. It was almost comforting compared to the daunting feeling of being unchained.

“I was there you know- when they captured you.” the man commented idly as he walked back over, running a hand through Ronan’s dirty matted hair, pulling out the knots with gentle strokes.

He didn’t reply. Back then he never would have leaned into the touch he was offered now. He wouldn’t have allowed himself to be unchained without trying to escape or to stop fighting long enough for one of his captors to get this close and the man knew it.

The grip on his hair tightened without warning, interrupting his thoughts and he shuddered. Whatever tool he had picked out before clattered nearby before being pressed into his side.

It was white hot and instinctively he tried to pull away but his captor only drew him closer quieting his panicked gasps. His skin blistered as he dug the heated metal further in, burning through skin to the muscle below, the stench of his burning flesh quickly filling the room.

The fiery agony spread to his entire torso despite the metal never moving from where it sunk deeper and deeper into his side. His efforts to pull away getting weaker the longer it went on.

“Almost done.” he muttered, wrapping his free arm around Ronan’s shaking form to hold him still.

The pain faded to a dull yet consistent throbbing as he removed the source of the heat and brushed his hand against the fresh burn.

“There,” he said. “Would you like to see it?” the blindfold off before he could respond, the dull torchlight of the room was practically blinding after so long in the dark. It took him a moment to adjust and his throat tightened as he stared as the burn disfiguring his side, it wasn’t large but it was deep and a horrible mixture of ruined black and red skin. The shape was what stood out though and made his stomach twist into knots of unease, a cross.

“You should thank me.” his torturer commented, watching him inspect the wound he’d just created.

“Why?” he asked, his voice dull, defeated even.

“For reminding you of what you are, a monster. A thing burnt by holy symbols and sunlight, you can’t be allowed to forget that now, can you?”

“No.” he admitted, after a moment.

“So?”

“Thank you,” he rasped, staring at the floor as tears finally slipped down his face. “For reminding me.”

#asks #whump #creepy #captivity #branding #nonhuman whump #tied up #blindfolded #conditioning #my stuff #Ronan

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forever-rogue · 6 years

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Mammia Mia! Part II

Request: Heyy do you accept requests? If so can u maybe do an imagine like a movie Mamamia (its a musical movie hehe) seb x chris e x tom h x reader? imagine? So the plot is like the reader got pregnant and she doesnt know which one is the dad hahaha could it be fluff/smut/angst ?? You could have it your way! I love ur stories and imagines btw xx

A/N: Thank you for your kind words! Here is the conclusion to the first part! I hope you all enjoy! xx

Word Count: 3.1k

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Chris Evans x Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warning: Language

PART I

MASTERLIST

Y/N stormed into the drug store down the block from her an Ruby's apartment, throwing out wary glances to make sure no one was watching her. She headed to the back and grabbed several boxes, tucking them underneath her arm, rushing to the only cashier she spotted.

She set down the tests and remained wordless as she paid for the small pile. She grabbed the bag eagerly and quickly headed back home, ready to get some more answers.

Just as she walked out of the door, and into the sunny afternoon, she crashed into another body. She let out an annoyed oof as tumbled to the ground, in a tangle with the other person, "Jesus H. Christ!"

"Oh my God, I am so sorry," the man's voice reached her ears and she stilled as she realized she knew this person.

Standing up, she brushed herself off and started to get her discarded purchases, but he had to be a gentleman and help, "it's fine, don't worry about it."

"Y/N?" he asked as she straightened up and gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Hey...you..."

"Sebastian," he finished for her and she mentally smacked herself. How could she forget his name - one of the men that might have gotten her pregnant, "I was wondering if I'd ever see you again. You never called."

"Yeah, I've just been busy, really it's nothing personal," she stammered as she tucked the bag under her arm, "well, I should get going."

"Wait," he said as he bent down and picked up a box and tried to take a look at it, "you forgot this."

"Thanks!" She almost shouted as she ripped the box from his hands, and sped off down the street, ignored his call of her name. She hoped he hadn't looked at it closely enough to see what it was.

“Y/N?!” She heard him call after her and she increased her pace, hoping he wasn’t going to follow her. Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat and but didn’t turn around and carried on.

Y/N sat on the counter her kitchen counter, eating out of a container of ice cream as she waited for the timer on her phone to go off. She sighed at her own predicament, but knew it was her partly her own fault.

“Hey, girl. What are you doing home, I thought you were working in the office today?“ Ruby asked as she walked and set her stuff down on the counter, “what happened?“

“It’s a long story,” she sighed as she set down the carton down, “take a look in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom, what are you on about?” she raised her eyebrows as she walked down the hall and entered the room, flicked on the lights and immediately let out a gasp of surprise, “Y/N! What the fuck!? I thought you were on birth control?!

“I was! I stopped taking it NAME and I broke up. I figured I wouldn’t need it for a while. Using protection wasn’t exactly on my mind last weekend,” she groaned as she rubbed her face. She picked up her phone and saw that the timer had run out, “I guess it’s time to go and see what my fate is.”

“Oh Y/N,” Ruby said as she put her arms around her best friend, wiping away the tear that had started trickling down Y/N’s face, “you know you’ll always have me here to support you.”

“Thanks,” she said as she grabbed the tests off the kitchen counter and looked at all of them. Her stomach dropped as her suspicions were confirmed and the tests indicated that she was indeed pregnant, “well fuck me.”

“What are you going to do?” Ruby asked as Y/N dropped the tests in the small waste bin, “I’m here to support whatever decision you make.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N admitted as she headed to her bedroom, “I’m going to take a nap. Maybe that’ll give me some answers.”

“If you need anything let me know,” Ruby said as Y/N nodded and quietly closed her door. A nap probably wouldn’t help anything, but it was the best idea she had at that moment.

Tapping her chin with her pen, Y/N stared at her computer screen, thoughts anywhere but the work in front of her. Sighing, she tossed her pen onto her desk, grabbed her water bottle and took a long drag from it. Her phone rang, drawing her out of her thoughts; she grabbed it with an enthused, “hello?”

“Mr. Evans is on the line for you,” her assistant was too cheery for this time of the morning, “shall I patch him through?”

“Umm, yeah, go ahead,” she pulled her notepad closer to her, popping in her ear piece, ready to take some notes. After she heard a click, she paused for a moment before putting on a fake cheery voice, “hello Chris. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hello again, lovely Y/N. I went over the concepts you sent me earlier this week. I like them, but I was wondering if you had time to go over some comments and ideas?” he asked and she rolled her eyes, hoping this wouldn’t take too long.

“Of course,” she picked up her pen again ready to start writing, “go on - I’m all ears.”

“Sure, and let me just add one thing before we start,” he cleared his throat and Y/N immediately knew where this was going, “I had a lovely time last week. If you’re available, I’d like to take you out again sometime.”

“I...had a lovely time as well,” she admitted; while things were not exactly panning out as she had planned, she couldn’t deny that he was a gentleman and she had a great time as well, “unfortunately things aren’t going so well right, so I must decline the offer. But please, it’s not you at all, it’s all me.”

“If you ever change your mind, please let me know,” he sounded somewhat defeated, but tried to hide it feebly, “anyways, onto business. Let’s start with the first idea.”

“Mhmm,” she commented awkwardly.

As Y/N was finishing writing some notes, Chris still going on in her ear, Deirdre opened her office door, unaware that she was still on the phone. She looked at her notes before announcing, “Y/N, your doctor called to confirm your appointment for next week, and they’ll perform your an ultrasound to confirm your pregnancy.”

Y/N looked up at Deirdre in shock as she processed what happened. She narrowed her eyes and pointed at her earpiece as she hissed, “get out!”

Deirdre’s face fell as she realized she was still on the phone and rushed out, slamming the door behind her.

“Y/N? What was that?” Chris asked as she fell silent. He had heard everything. Of course he had.

“That was nothing, but I’ve gotta go, I’ve got lots of great notes and I’ll be in touch,�� she said as she ended the call and threw her ear piece onto the desk. She let out a deep breath as she laid her head down on her desk and tried to calm herself. She felt her phone vibrate and checked it only to find a text from Chris.

What’s going on? Can you call me?”

She sighed and left the message on the read, wondering what on earth she was going to do.

Sipping her cup of tea, Y/N flipped the page of her book, happy to have the bustling noise of the restaurant around her. She had decided to get out of the office for the afternoon, it had been another stressful week, and decided that a nice quiet lunch was necessary.

She had her pregnancy confirmed at her doctor’s appointment, knowing she only had a small window to make a decision about what to do. Ruby had been more than supportive of her, letting her know she’d be there for her every step of the way. That, however, didn’t make anything easier.

Y/N looked up when she saw someone brushed by her, but failed to do so gracefully, tripping over her chair leg and falling, grabbing the chair and knocking her purse down along with it.

“Are you okay?!” she asked as she stood up to help the person. She let out a small, but audible gasp when she saw who it was; Tom of course.

“Y/N, how lovely to see you again. I wish it was under different circumstances,” he said as he brushed off his suit and started to help her pick up her stuff. She hastily grabbed her purse and started to throw the stuff back into it. Tom grabbed something and stopped when he looked at it and saw what it was. His brow furrowed as he realized he was looking at a sonogram.

Y/N ripped the pictures out of his hand and stuff it into her bag, jumping up quickly, throwing a large bill onto the table and headed out of the restaurant, trying to evade Tom as quickly as possible.

He was confused, and concerned, but followed, trying to see what was going on, “Y/N! Please wait!”

She made it to the end of the block, when to her complete chagrin, she came up Sebastian, walking in her direction. He looked up from his phone and smiled when he saw her standing there, “hey, Y/N!”

“Fucckkkk,” she hissed to herself as she realized she was surrounded by the two men. Tom caught up to her just as Sebastian closed the gap between them.

“Y/N, what’s been going on? What were you doing with sonograms?” Tom asked and Sebastian’s eyes widened in surprise.

“So those were pregnancy tests I saw in your bag,” Sebastian commented and the two men exchanged curious glances.

“Well, well, well, what a gathering,” Chris said as he made his way into the clandestine group, “I see we all share the same concern - Y/N you hastily ended our call and then never returned my texts. Do you perhaps have some explaining to do?”

“I, ugh, yeah,” she admitted in defeat with a small nod, “why don’t you guys come to my place and I can explain everything.”

“Hey girl! I’m home!” Ruby called out as she walked into their apartment. She was met with some hushed voices as she entered the living room and saw Y/N there with the three men, “ohh, I’m sorry I didn’t realized you have company.”

“It’s okay, Ruby. This is Sebastian, Tom, and Chris,” she said as she pointed them out individually. They all gave her a nod and she put two and two together.

“Oh,” she said with a small smile, “oh.”

“Yeah,” Y/N said and Ruby gave them a small wave as she exited the room.

“So, basically, you’re telling us that you’re pregnant and you have no clue which of us is the father,” Chris stated as he glanced at the other two men.

“Yes. I’m sorry, I just...I didn’t expect any of this to happen. I’ve never just slept with random people,” she said as she hung her head, “I’m not normally like this at all. But I guess I wasn’t prepared.”

“What are you planning on doing?” Sebastian asked as he leaned back on the couch, a million different thoughts running through his head, much like with the other men.

“I don’t know,” she admitted, “I haven’t fully made a decision. But...I don’t think I want to get rid of it.”

“And where does that leave us?” Chris asked the question they had all been dying to get the answer to.

“I don’t expect any of you to help with this, or feel the need to help me with this child. I know I can’t provide any answers to you right now, but I don’t know what else to tell you right now,” she put her hands up, “I don’t know what you all want to do. I mean, we can do a paternity test, if you three would be up to that.”

“I think we should maybe all take a few days to think this about all of this and then revisit the situation. It’s a lot for all of us to take in, and deserves some thought, not just a rash decision,” Chris suggested and they all nodded in agreement. Y/N let out a long sigh as she nodded in agreement, in awe of stridently the men who taking the news.

“Okay,” she atoned as she stood up and unwittingly clutched her stomach, “we’ll reconvene in a few days. I want to...thank you guys for taking this all so well. I realize this is high unconventional and I assure you, it was never meant to be this way.”

“We’ll figure it out, Y/N. Don’t unnecessarily stress yourself out,” Tom gave her a small half smile as he stood up and got ready to leave, “we’ll talk soon. Gentlemen, a pressure of sorts, I suppose.”

Sebastian and Chris nodded in agreement and decided to call it a day too. Their heads were spinning with everything they had learned that afternoon, both processing the news differently.

“Thanks, guys. I’ll see you soon,” Y/N commented quietly as she held open the door for them, a few murmurs of goodbye exchanged.

Once they were down the hall, Y/N closed the door and let out a sound somewhere between a cry and sigh, leaning against the door.

“That was certainly something,” Ruby said as she stuck her head out of her bedroom door. She looked to make sure there was no else milling about before she came out and rushed over to Y/N, wrapping her arms around her.

“I know. Everything is so fucked up,” she said as she held onto Ruby, “I have no clue what’s going to happen. But at least they didn’t all yell and scream.”

“It’s half their fault as well. Frankly, it was an accident, but you’ll all get through it,” she tried her best to cheer Y/N up, “if nothing else, this baby will have two mamas.”

“I love you, Ruby,” Y/N chuckled as she wiped away a few tears that had started to stream down her cheeks, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Y/N almost jumped out of her skin when her phone started vibrating on the coffee table, interrupting her scary movie. She muttered a few curse words before pausing her movie, and grabbing her phone, surprised to see Chris calling. She took a breath before answering with a reserved, “hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. I’m here with Sebastian and Tom and we were wondering if you were available to talk?” He asked and she blinked a few times, surprised that they were taking it upon themselves to get together.

“Yes, of course. Where can I meet you guys?”

“We’re at Deanda’s on 5th. Can you make it here?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she agreed as she stood up and went tot he counter to grab her purse.

“Perfect, we’ll see you when you get here,” Chris said before hanging up the phone, leaving all sorts of things to run through Y/N’s mind. She sent Ruby a quick text letting her know what was going on as she rushed out of their apartment and to met her fate.

“Hello darling,” Tom smiled when Y/N walked up to the table of men, all eagerly waiting for her arrival. She gave him a smile as she took a seat at the small table, “just the lady we wanted to see to.”

“I can’t say I’m a little surprised to see you all together,” she admitted as she looked at the three of them.

“We’ve actually gotten along quite well,” Sebastian said as the other nodded, “we’ll all been talking the past few days.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, and we believe we’ve reached a good solution to our little dilemma,” Chris smiled at her and she was more confused than ever.

“Please, do go on,” she said meekly as she flagged down a waiter to get some water.

“We’ve decided that we don’t want to go through with a paternity test,” Tom said as Y/N felt her jaw drop in surprise at their admission.

“You-you don’t want to know who the father is?” She asked in confusion, “so none of you want to have anything to do with this baby?”

“Au contraire,” Sebastian stopped her before she could go on, “we all want to be part of the baby’s life. All three of us. Like you said before, it’s an unconventional situation, which calls for a different type of solution.”

“We all want to be fathers to this baby. It’ll be different, but it took all of us to get here, and we all want to be here. This baby will be the most loved baby ever,” Chris said as Y/N felt her eyes get misty. How was she this lucky? To be in such a difficult situation, and have the best response possible.

“Really?” She asked as they all nodded and her heart felt like it might burst.

“We’ll be one big family family,” Sebastian chuckled, “unusual,but I think that’s suiting for all of us. We’ll be able to figure out all the logistics and things as time goes on, but now we just need to focus on making sure you have you a safe and healthy pregnancy.”

“This is amazing. You guys are all the best,” she beamed at them, “truly. I couldn’t ever have wished for a better response.”

“Don’t worry, darling. This will all work out,” Tom said, “we all had a part in this, and we’re all part of the solution.”

“Thank you all,” Y/N said, “we’re going to be the best family ever.”

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It was a joke, baby. I swear

Request: 41,46,or 63. Whichever you’re more comfortable with :))

Could you do #46 with Peter Parker? ps all ur writing is bomb af

Summary: Peter pulls a prank on you and you threaten to kick his ass.

A/N: SO I COMBINED #41 AND #46 OFF THE DRABBLE CHALLENGE. HOPEFULLY IT TURNS OUT GOOD.

Part 2

You gasp at the sight in front of you. Looking back at you through your mirror was yourself, but not exactly. You had just gotten out of the shower, and once you walked by the mirror, something a little blue had caught your eye. You went into the shower with y/h/c hair, and now you’ve come out with royal blue hair. You took deep breathes as you lifted some parts of hair from your scalp to see that all of it really was blue. Some strands were a more faint blue than others.

Meanwhile, Peter was sitting on your living room couch, giddy with anticipation. You didn’t know it yet, but he was the one who had put the blue dye in your shampoo. It was semi-permanent, he figured it’d be a funny little prank. He impatiently waited to hear something from you, knowing your reaction wouldn’t be subtle. He had heard the shower turn off, “Hows it going in there y/n?” Peter called to you.

It all clicked to you now. Peter was the one who had ruined your hair. Of course it was him. Blue hair to match his red and blue suit. “Peter Parker, I’m gonna kill you!” you screeched as you bolted into your room throwing on two pieces of clothing that were the first items you saw, a pair of underwear and Peters hoodie that you “borrowed”. With your wet blue hair, you marched out to the living room where Peter was laying, laughing uncontrollably. His eyes ran up and down your body and rested on your hair, “Well you look, amazing,” he told you, attempting to stop his snickering.

“You think this is funny, Parker?” You grumbled, breathing heavily.

“No, no not at all, I’m sorry. I think it’s hilarious,” He knew you meant war when you said his last name, but he couldn’t help but give himself a small pat on the back at his clever prank.

You groaned at his comment and began to advance towards him. Peter was taking no chances, knowing you were currently wild. So he flexed his arm out, and from his wrist shot out a web that pinned your fist to the bookshelf behind you. Looking at your hand that was covered in a sticky substance, your jaw dropped and features turned to a bewildered look. Oh he did not. You yanked and pulled at your hand, but it wasn’t escaping anytime soon.

“Look just calm down,” he tried to reason, with a wide smile on his face, “wait, is that my sweater?” he asked you in a higher, curious tone of voice. He cocked an eyebrow, as he studied the article of clothing. But because he was a teenage boy, his eyes became glued to your naked legs. He was quite enjoying your outfit,

“Don’t try to change the subject Peter. What did you do to my hair?” you demanded, ignoring his burning gaze,

“It was just a joke, baby. I swear.” He said, taking slow steps towards you,

“You think it’s funny that I get to match your stupid onesie now?!”

“Ugh, it’s not a onesie,” he whined, squeezing the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger, “babe, I’m sorry-”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!” you interrupted him, yanking at your hand once again.

“I’m not letting you out of that till you calm down y/n,” Peter told you, gazing down to webbing.

“I’m not going to calm down, my hair is blue!”

He sighed, and tilted his head to the side. He began walking towards you again. Once he was within arms reach of you, you brought up the hand that wasn’t pinned down, and swung it at Peters chest. He caught it before it could hit him, and he pressed his body against yours. Trapping you completely, in the corner between the wall and the bookshelf. You tried taking back the hand that he had a hold of, but he held it tightly and closely to his chest. You grabbed a fist full of his grey shirt, and attempted to push him away, but he wasn’t budging.

Peter lowered his forehead to yours, knowing your wild mood was slowly fading. He knew what he was doing, and he knew the effect he had on your body. “Stop it. I’m mad at you,” you spoke to him sternly, determined to keep your fuming attitude, to prove a point to him. “No, you’re not,” he persuaded you with a smile.

“Yes, I am. Look at my hair!” You argued not looking him in the eye. Again you tried shoving him away, but it was hardly worth trying, without control over either of your arms.

“There’s nothing wrong with your hair. It’s perfect,” he whispered to you. You stopped struggling against him, and decided your best bet now was to give him the silent treatment. Moving your head to the side, you didn’t give him any attention and took your forehead away from his. Shortly after, you felt a pair of soft lips press themselves to your temple. You closed your eyes at excitement of butterflies attacking your stomach. Peters lips pecked a trail of kisses down the side of your face, “I’m sorry,” he muttered in between every one of them. Leisurely, he brought them down to your exposed neck. Sticking to your plan of the silent treatment, you didn’t protest.

“Please-forgiveme-I’msorry,” he repeated every time his lips left your neck and reconnected them.

“I hate you,” you whispered, just barely audible for him. Peter smiled against your neck and placed his forehead back against yours, “What was that?” he asked teasingly with a grin. You tried so hard to keep a smile from taking over your lips, but you failed trying, “I hate you,” you said louder to him.

He shook his head with a smile, “No you don’t,” he declared with a laugh. You just nodded your head in response, letting out a laugh also.

“Nice sweater by the way,” he said to you, “mind telling me where you got it?”

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