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cas-skz · 1 year

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Stress Relief

Hongjoong x Fem!reader

| non idol au | friends with benefits to lovers |

He’s been your best friend and fuck buddy for over a year now, but what happens when a box of letters is found.

18+!!! MDNI plz&thnx

Warnings: Alcohol, intoxication, smoking weed bruh, mention of death, petnames (baby girl, sweet boy, good girl, brat, BDSM (dom & little duo, nipple play, spanking, sex toy, pinning), oral (m & f), possessive partners, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, squirting

Requests are open :]

writers note: sometimes I like to challenge myself and see how many rounds and finishes I can work into one story. Idk what my record is but this might be it. Okok lmao byeeee

cas xx

“Do you only visit me when you’re mad?” Hongjoong asked, leaning on the side of the doorframe. His head tilted as he eyed you, hair thrown in a messy bun and a bottle of tequila in hand.

He motioned for you to come in, closing the door behind you as you kicked off your shoes and plopped yourself on his large sofa.

“You’re good for stress relief,” you mumble, twisting the cap from the tequila before taking a long swing.

Hongjoong plopped down next to you, one arm wrapping around your shoulder as he grabbed the bottle, taking a drink himself. “Talk to me Vegas girl.”

You smacked his chest, a smile creeping onto your lips. It was his nickname for you, after having met at his bar’s Halloween party a year before.

“Just stupid work shit. My boss says all my designs suck and I can’t think of anything new, so she’s basically breathing down my neck all day.”

You grabbed the bottle, taking another drink. “Any my mother. I don’t understand why that woman is so eager for me to settle down and have kids.”

“I can help you have a kid”

You hit his chest again, “shut up” you laughed.

Working in the fashion industry was extremely time consuming, which left no time for real dating. Hongjoong just happened to stick around, growing closer over time. You caught feelings a while ago, but we’re to scared to admit it.

“Why do you think the creative block is happening?”

You sighed heavily, “I have no idea. The last good thing I came up with was after we spent Christmas together.”

A smirk took over Hongjoong’s face, his fingers playing with your hair. “That was a good Christmas.”

One thing you had in common was your hatred for the holiday. So rather than the present giving and fancy food, you two had ordered a bunch of junk, gotten a ton of weed and alcohol. Then spent hours fucking.

The tequila bottle was empty sooner than you wanted it to be, not realizing you had been chatting and venting about life for the past hour.

“Can you walk a straight line?” He teased, heading to his home bar and grabbing a few joints. He motioned for you to follow him to the balcony.

He watched as you tiptoed on a line in the wood, poking your nose with each pointer finger as you did. You were quite tipsy, but always had good balance.

“Yes I can, sir.” You smirk, brushing past him, squealing as he slapped your ass.

Your lungs filled with smoke as your eyes scanned over the city. The lights and sounds echoed, beautiful in its own way.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you, his head resting on your shoulder as you brought the joint to his lips.

You stayed like that for a while, silently smoking, relaxing into his arms.

His hand eventually started to sneak up the front of your shirt, his fingers sliding along the trim of your lace bralette before dipping inside. A soft moan escaped your lips as he started to twist and flick your nipple gently.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me?” He asked, his breath hot against your ear.

“Maybe.”

His free hand slapped down on your ass, stinging the skin under the thing fabric of your leggings. “Cute.”

You rolled your hips into his, feeling his hardening cock through his pants. Giving your was a little wiggle, you hum happily

Hongjoong’s hand left your breast and quickly went to your neck, wrapping easily around it as he pulled your head back to look at him. “Don’t start that.”

“Or what?” You pushed into his crotch again.

You were definitely feeling the effects of the weed and tequila, it brought out your bratty side.

His grip tightened around your throat the smallest bit, “You know the punishment.”

You trailed your finger nails along his arm, watching as goosebumps followed in their path. “Punishment for what? Making your crumble under my touch?”

Hongjoong’s hand slid down your body, resting both his hands on your hips as he pulled your core into his, “Is that what you think?”

You spun in his grasp, placing a hand on his chest, “I don’t think. I know.” You leaned up on your tip toes, placing wet kisses along his jaw line.

Your opposite hand snuck into his pants, grasping his thick cock head, your thumb rubbing gently over the top, using his pre cum as lube.

Hongjoong moaned softly, his body tensed under your touch. You pushed his pants down a bit to expose his firm length, your hand giving him a few pumps before firming your grip a bit. You pulled him along by his cock back into the house.

You freed your grasp and pointed towards the couch, Hongjoong slapped your ass as you walked away and sat himself on the couch. He pulled his pants down a bit more, hand wrapping around his cock as he watched you.

You walked to the stereo system, putting on one of the playlists you made together.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You smirked, eyeing his hand slowly pumping his length. You slowly took your shirt off, followed by your leggings before crawling onto the coffee table. “Eager aren’t you.”

“Says the one who’s already naked.”

You stopped midway on the table, leaning up and trailing your fingers across the lace strap of the bralette. “I still have this on. Why don’t you get rid of your clothes?”

He quickly stripped off his clothes as you propped yourself on the table, placing both your hands on your thighs as you eyed him.

Hongjoong grabbed you by the back of your head, not hard enough to hurt. He pulled you up to him, a soft whine escaping your lips as he roughly kissed you. “Are you gonna be a good girl now?”

You didn’t answer, instead gave him a little snarky look. He moved you with one hand, bending you over on the couch, your head on the cushion and ass in the air. You looked behind you as Hongjoong stroked his cock a few times before pushing deeply inside you.

He bottomed out and held himself there, his hand slapping down on your ass. You could feel yourself already leaking, walls clenching at the smallest amount of arousal.

You tried to move your hips but his hand slapped down, holding you in place. “You fucking brat.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” You contracted your walls around him, moaning softly. You looked at him with puppy dog eyes, biting your lip, “You can fuck me now or hold your load until my punishment is over.”

Hongjoong’s hips started to move the tiniest bit, his cock poking at your g-spot. His eyes locked with yours, “You want me to fuck your little pussy numb?” He pulled his cock mostly out before slamming it back in, repeating his actions. “Is that what you want baby girl?”

“Please, my sweet boy, please fuck me.”

His hips started to thrust, soft moans joining yours. You watched as his dark expression turned soft, his cock flowing in and out of your entrance. “Hongie…”’ You moaned, your release dripping down your legs.

Hongjoong pulled out quickly, his mouth clapping over your pussy, his tongue lapping and sucking at your clit. He slapped your ass again, making it sting red from the repeated smacks. “Come here.” He pulled you up into a kiss, his hands tangling into your hair.

You moaned into each other as Hongjoong sat on the couch, pulling you into his lap. You quickly lined his cock up with your entrance and slid down, starting to ride him, “You feel so fucking good.” You moaned, hips starting to pick up speed.

His hands reached up to grab your neck again, pulling your head to his as he gave you a sloppy kiss. “You like riding your sweet boys cock, don’t you?” He said against your lips, “That’s your fucking cock isn’t it?”

You smirked, kissing down his chin, up his jawline and sucking gently on his neck. “You’re all mine.” You whispered in his ear, your second climax quickly approaching. His cock firmed, hinting he was close to.

Hongjoong’s arms wrapped around you as your body picked up speed, his hips thrusting with yours. You brought your face back to his, pressing your foreheads together as your body started to shake. “Who’s your favorite little brat?”

Your bodies came to a stop as his cock started to twitch, filling you with his warm cum. “You know you are baby girl.” He kissed your lips softly, sweet tender kisses that made you tingle. “You belong to me.” He said quietly.

His words made you smile. You were both so possessive over each other, yet had no plans or even talked about committing. Things just worked out smoothly without labels. But fuck, you secretly wanted more.

You smiled down at Hongjoong, lifting your self off him, your combined releases dripping under you. “I like the sound of that, but now I have Taylor Swift suck in my head.” You laughed, skipping off to the bathroom.

He followed, using the bathroom after you before you both headed to his bedroom. You climbed onto his large bed, stopping when you spotted a wooden box on the nightstand. “What’s that?” You ask with a tilt of the head.

Hongjoong walked quickly to the other side of the bed and grabbed the box, his face flushing a deep red. “Hongie.” You shot him a ‘seriously’ look, since you two rarely kept secrets from one another.

“Seriously it’s nothing. Just a box.” He was trying to find a place to stash it, you were getting more and more curious.

“You’re being weird. What is it?” You laugh, crawling to the end of the bed where he was, you poked his side. “What are you hiding.”

Hongjoong held it a bit above his head, a small smile pulling at his lips from your tickling. “Stop, it’s stupid. You don’t want to know.” You kept poking and tickling, he backed into the dresser, causing the box to fall to the ground next to him.

You leaned over the bed, starting towards the flipped box.

“No, seriously Y/N, you don’t want to see that.”

When you flipped the box, there was a pile of letters and pictures of the two of you. Hongjoong sighed and sat on the bed, his head hung as you picked up the pile and scooted back.

“What…what is this?” You asked quietly, flipping through the pictures you had taken together over the past year. There were letters, with dates on them.

Hongjoong turned to you, looking shyly through his shaggy hair. “Everything I’ve wanted to say, but couldn’t.”

You flicked through the letters, just reading the dates. There were 12 in total, starting from the Halloween night you met. You swallowed hard, not knowing what to say.

“You can read them if you want.” His voice was shaky with nerves.

You moved to sit next to him, your heart racing as you looked at him. “Do you want me to?” You asked softly

He was quiet for a long moment before answering, “Yeah, I do.”

"Can you read them to me?"

You and Hongjoong went to the top of the bed, resting against the headboard.

He started the first letter.

“I didn’t expect to meet anyone after Haley died, especially someone who could make me smile like an idiot after an hour of knowing them. Dressed like a Vegas show girl, but with eyes that told a million stories. The most captivating smile. It hasn’t been this easy to talk in a long time, but they opened that side up again.”

He handed you the letter, along with a picture the bar photographer had taken of the two of you.

“You have me smiling like a fucking idiot. One night stands aren’t supposed to hang out until the early evening, at least from what I know. Your comfortable, your ora is calming. I feel guilty. Guilty for feeling happy. I don’t want to lose you, so friends will have to do for now.”

He handed you the second letter, you confirmed the date was the end of November, when you first hooked up with him.

Hongjoong spent a few more minutes carefully reading his letters and passing them to you. They all described his feelings towards you, how they grew, how he didn’t want to lose you. It made your heart do flips.

The last letter was from a few weeks ago, New Year’s Eve. He passed it directly to you, since it only had a few words on it.

“Tell her you fucking love her.”

You stared at the paper for a long moment, heart rate starting to increase again. Everything you had been to scared to admit to yourself, he had written on paper. It still scared you, those words. The thought of losing him. But what’s life without taking any risks.

“Look..I get it, if you don’t feel the same way.”

You quickly moved your body to straddle his, pressing your lips deeply into his as tears started to flow down your face. You didn’t want to stop kissing him, the sweet taste of his lips mixing with salty tears.

“Why are you crying?” He asked quietly, barely pulling away from your lips.

You looked into his eyes, “because I love you.” You paused, sniffing as he kissed away your tears. “And it scares the shit out of me.”

Hongjoong wrapped you in a hug, one that you returned happily. You held each other for a while, his hand slowly rubbing your back.

“I love you. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He said, leaning back against the headboard, brushing some hair behind your ear.

“I’m not going anywhere either.” You smiled, kissing his lips again. “You’re not gonna go all mushy on me now, are you?”

He laughed, holding onto you as he flipped you on your back. “The letters are as mushy as I can get. For now.”

Hongjoong dipped his head down to gently kiss your lips, trailing soft kissed down your body as he pushed your legs apart. His lips kissed your thighs before his tongue started to work at your clit, lapping and sucking at your sensitive bud.

Maybe it was the emotional confession, but you swore everything felt more erotic than any other time.

You ball your hand in his hair, cursing quietly as his tongue worked quickly causing your body to twitch and tremble.

Hongjoong’s arms held your body down as you rode out another high, his eyes meeting with yours as he worked his way back up your body, lips crashing into yours.

His eyes went dark again, a smirk crossing his lips as he unexpected shoved his cock in your swollen entrance. His hand wrapped around your neck again, “You make me so happy baby girl.”

You squirmed a bit under him, his pelvis pushed down to hold your core in place. “My sweet boy, this is torture.” You whimpered, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Exactly.” Hongjoong quickly leaned over to his bedside table, grabbing a small metallic bullet vibrator.

You whined quietly as the small toy started up, his hand slipped from your neck as he used it to lift himself a bit. He moved the toy slowly down your chest to your left nipple, pinching it between a finger and the toy. He repeated his actions with the right nipple.

Hongjoong continued to hold you down as he moved the vibrator down your body, sliding it between your folds and tucking it against your clit.

“Hongie…” you moaned, your breathing becoming more and more erratic as pressure built in your core. Hongjoong moved your arms above your head, hiding his head in your neck as he kept himself still inside you.

He whispered sweet nothings into your ear, nipping at your earlobe. Every little thing was pushing you closer to climax. He brought his lips to yours finally, kissing you sweetly as he laced your fingers together.

“You’re making me cum baby girl.” He moaned against your lips, his cock starting to empty another load inside you.

You could barely contain yourself, body shaking under his as the sound of your own juices mixed with the sound of the vibrator. “Baby….” You squeezed his hands with all your strength, his hips finally letting up a little as yours started to buck.

The vibrator slipped out and you started to grind your hips down quickly, juices leaking as you started to peak again.

“Please fuck me, my sweet boy. I need you to fuck me.”

Hongjoong let go of one of your hands to hold your hip as you arched off the bed, he slammed his cock deep in you as you released, screaming and cursing uncontrollably. His lips found yours again and you started to ride your high.

“Holy shit.” Hongjoong hissed, his own body reacting to your orgasm and joining in. He lifted you, holding you tight against his body as he slowly kissed your lips. You were barely able to hold yourself up, Hongjoong’s arms were the only thing hold you in place.

You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling dizzy and fulfilled more than ever. “Th-that was so good, my swe-sweet boy.” Your words were stuttered as you rested your head against his chest, trying to bring yourself out of the sex coma he had you in.

“Should I just carry you to the shower like this?

You nod, whining a bit as he climbed off the bed with you still attached. You wrapped your legs around him, moaning quietly at the sensation of his cock inside you, how wet and warm it felt.

“Fuck me again.” You said after finally catching your breath a bit, Hongjoong pulled back a bit, raising an eyebrow at you. “What? 3 loads in you isn’t enough?” He smirked, pecking your lips.

You giggled quietly, a shiver creeping up your spine as you felt his cock grow firm again. He pushed you against the wall, barely thrusting his hips.

“Oh, my sweet boy.” You placed a soft, but deep kiss on his lips. “I’m just starting to feel inspired.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months

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Special Interest 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, age gap, creep behaviour, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Cole Turner, short!reader

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You find a seat at the cafe with your vanilla chai latte. You place the paper bag with the wire handles on the table and pull out your phone. You love this cafe, it’s like a little home away from home. A much-needed escape from your parents.

You love your mom and dad but they can be a bit much. You’re barely into your twenties and they’re already talking about big things. Like a husband and grandbabies. Hullo, you’re a young entrepreneur, you’ve got a business to run.

Your mother’s text greets you. She wants to know when you’ll be home. You hate to leave her on read so you send ‘dunno’ and flick away the chat. A few items sold! Score. You put some stuff on clearance and knocked a few bucks off. May as well just get rid of it.

As you reach for your tea, you sense something. Like a shift in the earth. There’s a disturbance in the force. Be calm, Jedi.

You peek up over your phone and meet two sparkling eyes. Oh clam shells, it can’t be. It’s that guy from the bookstore. Again! Charles? You can’t remember, you want to forget as quickly as you can.

You slide the bag in front of you and slouch down, trying to hide behind it. Too late. He’s coming closer. He looks down at you as you try to ignore him, thumbing through old emails to look busy.

He sits one table away. Nice. Very subtle. Or maybe you’re being paranoid. Either way, this coincidence seems less than serendipitous.

You do your best to form a bubble around yourself. You take out the book you bought and flip through the patterns. Those sunflowers are adorable. You could do one for your mom. Oh, what about little bees to go with the flowers?

There’s a scuff on the ground but you don’t look over. You lower the book slightly, pretending to read the description of tulip as you peek from the corner of your eye. This guy is the definition of manspreading. You shouldn’t care so much but you can see his boot as he has his knees open like a Madonna music video.

You raise your eyebrows as you argue with yourself. You should just go home. Your mom will be happy to see you. Well, happy to have help with dinner. The biggest reason, you’ll be less annoyed.

You sigh and tuck your phone into your purse. You get up and pull on your jacket,sliding the books back in the bag as you swipe up your latte. You sidle around the table and that man clears his throat. Keep your eyes on the prize; escape.

Even if you’re overthinking it, he’s ruined your day. He tainted the haven of the bookstore then infested the cafe. You sip your drink as you pass by the windows of the cafe, refusing to look inside. You hear the door as you brush by the next facade, a hobby shop with dice and cards. Still, you keep your sights ahead of you.

You reach into your pocket and close your hand around your earbud case. You hear footsteps, some ways back, but near enough to track. He wouldn’t follow you… You think better of putting them in and pull out your phone instead, holding it out before you as you pretend to check a notification.

You swipe your thumb up and drag the camera open. You try to angle it so you can see over your shoulder through the front lens. Whoever it is, you can’t see them without being too obvious. Damn.

You drop your phone and black the screen. You move to the other side of the sidewalk as you come to fourway light. You turn, hands in your pocket, and stare at the light across from you, waiting for it to change. Casually, you take the opportunity to glance to your side. You see a blur disappear into the insurance broker but nothing else.

Maybe you are getting in your head.

🧶

You get a strange request on your Etsy. Several purchases with a message from the buyer. You check as you sit in the kitchen, laptop open as you try to wake up. Your mother grumbles as she cradles her own mug and mulls over the day ahead of her. She works from home too but she doesn’t consider your work a real job.

You lean your chin in your hand and squint. You’re stomach squirms as you make sure you understand the message. You feel a shadow looming above the screen and you look up at your mother as she gives you a goofy face.

“Doing calculus?” She teases as you sit back and rub the tension from your forehead.

“N-no, I just… I got a big order but the customer wants to do a pick-up,” you grab your coffee and take a sip, hoping to find sanity somewhere in the brew.

“A pick-up. Here?”

“Well, no, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I don’t get it, they paid the shipping.”

“Maybe they want the money back.”

“They didn’t mention it but yeah,” you stare at their name.

Most people have their first and last displayed but this one is just Farmer’s Delight. They said they're local but live out in the country so the mail often gets lost. How odd. Sounds like a boomer.

“I mean, you could do a public meetup? Customer is always right.”

“Mom, this isn’t the 90s anymore. The customer is wrong,” you huff.

“How big is the order?” She wonders, “I mean, your little crafts are so cute but it can’t be that much work.”

“That’s not the issue,” you sniff and take another deep gulp. You go back to their order and teethe your lip. “It’s over three hundred dollars.”

“Holy moly,” your mother gasps, “little crafts my tush!”

“Mom,” you warn her, “I’ll just tell them delivery is the only option.”

Your mother is quiet. She slurps her coffee, bringing your ire to dart at her over the top of your screen. You hate that noise.

“I’ll go with you, honey,” she offers, “how about… you can meet at a Starbucks or something? That’s what they say these days, meet in public.”

“Is that what they say? And who are you trying to meet up with?”

“No one… I’m in this trade and sell group for Royal Doulton figures and the ladies there, I would only meet them with mace in my purse.”

You chortle. Your mom can be silly even when she’s nagging you. You’re just happy it’s not her usual spiel.

“Who knows, hon, this could be your meet-cute,” she spoils your moment of gratitude. You sigh and roll your eyes.

“You don’t even know if it’s a guy.”

“Ugh, okay, crush my dreams,” she pouts, “I’m just saying… sounds like a big spender.”

#cole turner #dark cole turner #dark!cole turner #cole turner x reader #drabble #series #special interest #ghosted #bookstore au #au

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icycoldninja · 5 months

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Fluffcember #5: Dante x Reader

Picnic

You frowned thoughtfully, biting your lip as you stared down at the array of foodstuffs that lay on the table before you. Today was the weekend; you were packing a picnic for yourself and Dante--the latter was nowhere to be seen at the moment. "That's good," You thought to yourself. "Gives me time to prepare the food without him butting in." As you were painfully aware, Dante was a foodie. A huge foodie. The moment he caught wind of an appetizing dish, he would track the scent like a dog until he found it's source; a quirk that often hindered your attempts to make surprise meals for him. However, today was a completely different day! Dante was "busy" at Devil May Cry, most likely browsing through pinup magazines or chatting away to the others rather than doing work, but who cared? He was out of the house, which gave you time to pack your picnic. The dishes you'd prepared were all of Dante's favorites:Four pepporoni pizzas with NO olives, strawberry sundaes (in a cooler, obviously), and Coca Colas. Nodding satisfactorily to yourself, you carefully plastic-wrapped the pizzas and loaded them into the picnic "basket", which was more of a large plastic container than a basket, double checked the cooler to make sure the lid was on right and the ice packs inside hadn't warmed up yet, and loaded everything into your car. The preparations had been made--all you had to do now was get Dante himself to come with you and the picnic day would offically kick off. You pulled out your phone and dialed Dante's number. "Heya, babe," Came the greeting. "Hi, Dante." You responded, smiling in anticipation. "Can you meet me at the park at lunchtime?" Dante chuckled, "Yeah, sure. I'll see ya there." After a brief goodbye, the both of you hung up and you drove yourself (and the picnic) to the park so you'd have a little more time to set up and get things looking just so.

A while later, at lunchtime, you'd finished setting up all the food on a checkered tablecloth on the ground. You sat there, smiling at how tasty it all looked. "Dante's gonna be so happy," You thought, imagining how his pretty blue eyes would light up with excitement when he saw his favorite food--and so much of it--laid out for his enjoyment. You were so lost in your daydreaming, you didn't notice the white-haired devil slayer creep up behind you and wrap his strong arms around your waist, pulling you in for a hug. "What's a gorgeous thing like you doing outside, all alone, without someone to keep you company?" You laughed, leaned into the hug and smiled up at him. "I have a surprise for you." Dante's brow crinkled in curiosity. "Oh really? Like what?" You shimmied out of his grip and gestured to the spread before you two. "Behold! Pizza!" At the sight of those delicious pizza pies, Dante's demonic instincts clicked in. "Aw yeah, pizza!" He cried, practically leaping over you to get to the food. "You have no idea how hungry I am right now!" He seized a slice of pizza and crammed it into his mouth, still talking in between chewing. "You're a lifesaver, babe-" He paused to swallow, then snatched a bottle of Coca Cola from the cooler and guzzled it. "A real lifesaver. I love you." You couldn't help but giggle, watching the way your wacky boyfriend gobbled up pizza and soda the way a dog would consume tasty meat. "I love you too, Dante," You chuckled, taking a bite out of some pizza yourself. "I really do." But of course, Dante didn't hear you--he was way too busy scarfing down a big bowl full of strawberry ice cream and LOTS of whipped cream.

#dmc #dmc5 #devil may cry #dante x reader #dante sparda #dante dmc #fluff #Fluffcember #part 5 of 31 #picnic #dante eats a lot #dante loves pizza #some of my headcannons mixed in #Idk if u can see it but there are 2 titles and I have no idea why that's happening so...

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lovesosweeet · 11 days

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better left unsaid // cth

chapter forty seven

in which orion has leukemia, and calum doesn’t know.

calum hood x fem!oc

read other chapters // read on AO3

TW FOR THIS CHAPTER: BLOOD, VOMITING (sorry i forgot this at first)

january 23, 2019 madrid, spain orion

I wake up to an empty bed and laughter from across the room. Confused, I rub at my eyes and brush my messy hair out of my face while I lift my head from the pillow to see what time it is.

It’s 11:00.

I fell asleep yesterday after we got to the hotel at 4 pm. How did I sleep so long? Why didn’t Calum wake me? Where is he?

I slowly crawl out of the comfortable bed, looking around the room for my boyfriend, and find him leaning against the wall while Paula and Lucia sip from coffee cups on the couch. When I’m standing, I wave at the three of them. They all smile at me with genuine happiness that I can’t say I myself can feel yet today. How can I have slept for so long and still be so tired?

I’m always tired.

“Buenos! Oh my god, you’re here!” Paula says, standing from the couch and running up to hug me.

Sleepily, I hug her back, trying to smile.

“Hi, it’s so good to see you,” I say. I’m quieter than I probably should be.

She lets go of me and lets Lucia give me a hug too.

“Cómo estás?” Lucia asks.

I try not to wince. “Oh, uh, okay.” I smile with closed lips and nod, stepping back from the girls and heading to lean against Calum for support while we chat.

“I’m sorry, I tried to wake you last night but you didn’t even flinch. I figured you could use the sleep,” Calum says, his arms wide open for me to walk into.

Silently, I nod, melting into him and feeling better instantly.

“Are you hungry? Maybe we could go get food at Puerta del Sol?” Paula asks, smiling her painfully perfect smile.

“Sure, I could eat,” I lie. I’m not hungry at all. “Don’t guys mind if I shower really quick?”

They all promise me it’s fine and that they’ll just keep chatting. I grab a pair of jeans and a sweater from my suitcase before I retreat to the bathroom. With everyone waiting, I do my best to be quick and not focus on the nausea that creeps in as I stand in the shower. Once I’m relatively clean, I dry off and throw the clothes on.

I haven’t worn jeans in months, and that’s very obvious with the way these should probably be worn with a belt that I do not have. There are inches of excess fabric at the waist. My baggy sweater thankfully covers the waistband, so I just hope that no one notices that my clothes don’t fit me anymore. I’m a fraction of who I once was.

I plaster on my smile before I head back out to face the three people whom I should feel okay to be myself around, but, these days, who I am isn’t someone anyone wants to be around.

We head out and I don’t really pay attention to anything. Calum guides me while he holds my hand, and I robotically trod alongside him. My stomach is cramping and I feel like whatever minor remnants of food are left inside of me are right at the top of my throat. Any sudden movement and I’ll be throwing up all over the sidewalk.

Madrid looks the same as it used to, but it feels different.

I’m different.

We sit down at a small metal table at one of the near-tourist-traps in Puerta del Sol. None of us expect the food to be great. What matters at this place is the location, surrounded by the bustle of the city and being in the heart of Madrid. Here, it feels like we’re in the center of the universe, with people from all over the world sharing this space that so many others have walked before.

Everyone orders coffee, including me, but when it comes to food, I skip out. Calum looks at me with immense concern and he squeezes my hand under the table, but I can’t look at him, even though I feel his eyes on me. I don’t trust my stomach to not reject any solid food I consume, and I really don’t want to vomit while I’m here with Paula and Lucia.

I don’t even feel like I’m here. My body is here, but my brain is just floating somewhere, and I don’t even know where. It’s an unsettling feeling.

The others are talking about New York. Paula was accepted to the graduate program at NYU she was hoping for, so Calum is giving them a ton of recommendations of things to do and places to go and even remembers the name of some bartender at a bar that he goes to each time they visit.

“I’ll shoot him a message later, Lucia. I’m sure he’d be happy to have a bilingual bartender on his team,” Calum says. He sets a reminder for later today.

“Really? You don’t have to, Cal, I feel bad asking,” Lucia tries to argue, but Calum just shrugs.

“Happy to help,” he says with another shrug. “What’s the point of having all these connections if I don’t use them?”

I then realize that Paula has been staring at me. I raise my eyebrows at her to silently ask ‘what?’

You okay? She mouths to me.

I try to smile and nod at her subtly, trying my best to not attract Calum or Lucia’s attention.

“What’s the plan for after this?” I ask, avoiding Paula asking me more questions.

“I was thinking the botanical garden? If you’re feeling up for walking,” Calum says, returning his attention to me and squeezing my leg under the table.

“Sounds perfect,” I say.

We finish drinking our coffees and the others eat what’s left of their food before paying the bill. While we walk, I’m back to wearing my mask and so are the others. I feel bad expecting the girls to do it, but they promised that it was no big deal if it meant they could spend more time with me. I find myself shivering in the January cold while we walk, so Calum takes the beanie off his head and slides it onto mine without me even asking. He also holds my hand inside the kangaroo pocket on his hoodie.

My stomach continues to churn during the entire walk, and I’m grateful that the mask on my face helps hide my expression that, at this point, is probably something like a grimace. It takes a lot of self-control not to crush Calum’s hand in mine, but luckily I don’t think he notices. My hand that’s not holding his is balled into a fist, my fingernails digging into my palm.

When we finally get to our destination, I excuse myself to the restroom while the others grab our tickets. I feel so much relief when I’m finally bent over the toilet bowl, and, on cue, my stomach contracts and empties what minimal contents were sitting in it.

I look into the bowl and get the urge to vomit again once I see what’s in it. It’s mostly coffee, but not entirely. The only logical explanation for the bright red swirling in the toilet is blood. I just threw up blood.

My head gets hazy and the room starts spinning. I have to rest my face against the coolness of the toilet seat to refrain from fainting. My breathing is loud, and the sounds of me gagging have no doubt caught the attention of anyone else in the bathroom. When I feel enough strength to stand again, I wipe my mouth with toilet paper and replace my mask over my face.

There’s an older woman waiting for me outside the stall, concern written all over her face. “¿Estás bien? ¿Acabas de vomitar? ¿Necesitas algo, o alguien?”

I stare at her. All I can do is stare. Why can’t I remember what half of those words mean? I don’t know what she said and I don’t know what to say. I speak Spanish. Maybe not perfectly, but I should know what this woman just said to me.

“Bien,” I end up saying. It’s the one word other than gracias that pops up in my brain.

Why can’t I remember Spanish?

In a daze, I stumble out of the bathroom and end up running straight into another person that’s walking in.

“Seriously,” I mumble to myself, trying to remain standing, but I’m wobbly.

The other person grabs my arms and helps steady me, and when I can lift my head enough to see their face, I realize it’s Paula.

“Woah, O, are you okay? You’re so pale,” she says, still supporting me while I try to regain my balance and strength.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” I breathe out. It takes everything in me not to lean into her and relax, but I manage to mostly stand on my own. “May need to sit down for a bit.”

“Cal!” She yells, and I sigh. I have to pass this off as just being tired. I can’t ruin our day. I can’t ruin our trip.

Calum appears behind her in seconds, and before I know it, he’s throwing my arm over his shoulders and holding up half my weight himself.

“I got you, baby,” he whispers quietly enough that no one else would be able to hear.

“There’s a bench over here,” Paula says.

Calum guides me to the bench and helps me take a seat. He crouches down in front of me, and I hate the look on his face. He’s terrified. He’s nearly holding back tears. I can’t tell him I just threw up. I can’t tell him I just threw up blood.

“Here, I brought you a protein shake in case anything like this happened.” Lucia holds a carton in front of me that looks like some kind of chocolate concoction.

I want to push it away. I want to say I don’t need it. I don’t want to need to drink a protein shake.

But I do need it, so I take it.

��Do you need anything? Water? What can I do?” Calum asks gently. He’s still kneeling in front of me and looking at me with concern and care.

I shake my head, pulling my mask down and unscrewing the lid on the drink. I gulp it down quickly, doing my best to fight the urge to gag while I drink. The acidic burn of whatever was in my stomach is still clawing at my throat and makes this drink taste disgusting. “All good. Just need a sec.”

Calum stays in front of me and watches me closely while I drink. Lucia is standing a few feet off to the side, giving me space, but I’m not sure where Paula went.

When the carton is empty, I set it next to me and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I force a smile.

“Did you get the tickets?” I ask. I look back and forth between Calum and Lucia.

Cal nods. He reaches into his hoodie pocket and pulls out four tickets to show me proof. “Are you feeling okay enough to go in? We don’t have to, if you need to go back to the hotel.”

I make my fake smile bigger. “No, I’m fine. We should go in.”

“We can come back tomorrow,” Paula says, reappearing with a bottle of water in her hands. She sits next to me and swaps it for my empty protein shake. “I just asked.”

I just shake my head quickly. “Guys, no. It’s okay, just give me a few minutes. I’m fine.”

None of them seem convinced and start communicating nonverbally. They don’t believe me, but I don’t think any of them want to be the one to say we should leave. They don’t want that title of being the one who makes me rest like I need to.

“Seriously, I’m fine. I should’ve just eaten some tortilla at the restaurant. Sorry to be such a pain in the ass,” I say as convincingly as I can. I sip from the water Paula brought over.

“O, you just—” Paula starts.

“Paula, I’m fine.”

I stand up then, and take a gamble on possibly passing out, but thankfully, I remain steady. I take another long drink from the water bottle before I put my mask back on. Calum protectively follows suit and stands with me, reaching a hand out to help me stay balanced, but I don’t need it. At least, I’m trying my hardest not to need it.

“If you’re sure, Orion, we can go in,” Calum says. His eyes search my face for any sign of uncertainty. Even though my mouth is covered now, I smile and hope it reaches my eyes.

I take his hand in mine once more and drag him toward the entrance, once more doing my best to ignore my immense fatigue and resurfacing nausea.

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breakyeol · 3 years

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don’t look away

one shot

┗ pairing: xiumin / reader (ft. baekhyun)

word count: 5k

warnings: no plot, no thought, just pure smut, min exposes everyone, explicit unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), dom!xiumin, a singular spank, biting, edging, voyeurism, mild choking, exhibitionism, manhandling, masturbation

a/n; sometimes, my own writing gets to me. this was definitely one of those times. I swear I’m not a sub but dom!minseok does things to me. also, another drabble turned one shot. couldn’t be helped.

“W- we shouldn’t.” It’s a weightless opposition. You know because you feel the weakness of the words on your own lips.

Beside you, Xiumin only chuckles, a low, breathless sound that caresses to the curve of your throat and sends chills down your spine. “And why not?”

You swallow thickly, eyes briefly flicking towards his closed bedroom door.

“What if they hear?”

Fucking at Minseok’s place always came with risks. With three flat mates and five other friends that seemed to be over so often they might as well just start paying rent, you never quite knew when you were alone. Up until that point, you’d managed not to be caught in the act by mainly having sex at you place, or doing it at his only when you were certain no one was home and wouldn’t be. And by having a bit of dumb luck, of course.

But tonight was different. Tonight, the whole lot of them were camped out in the living room, playing video games, watching movies, and eating their weight’s worth in fast food. Until about five minutes ago, you’d been out there with them, laughing, chatting, and just having a damn good time. But then, Minseok decided he was tired of not having your full attention and dragged you into his bedroom, throwing out some dumb excuse over his shoulder when Chanyeol had noisily complained about being in the middle of a round of Mario Cart with you.

You should have suspected that he’d want more than innocent cuddles.

“They won’t,” he hums, rough fingers creeping up to grip your jaw and turn your face towards his, “unless…” his lips graze yours and you shiver, “you don’t think you can keep quiet.”

There’s no denying the desire you feel stirring to life inside of you, hot and demanding as it spreads through your body.

The thing about Minseok was, when he wanted something, he could be incredibly convincing. Not that you really needed all that much to begin with… you were always weak for the man, weak for his touch, weak for his kiss. And when he was looking at you with those eyes, dark and pooling with lust, you wanted nothing more than to give him every last thing he desired.

“I— I can.” You whisper after a short pause, unable to tear your gaze from the tempting curve of his pink lips as they twist into a dangerous smirk.

“Good.”

He’s barely gotten the word out before his mouth is on yours, hot and demanding. You gasp out a moan, hands surging up to clutch at the thick material of his oversized black sweatshirt. Heat consumes you as he presses forward, wasting no time deepening what is already a mind numbing kiss.

Rough hands tug at your hips, and all at once you’re on his lap. The transition happens so quickly, you barely manage to grasp onto his shoulders to keep from losing your balance. A soft groan rumbles through his chest as you settle fully onto his lap, unable to help the slow grinding of your hips at the feeling of him, already half hard and thick beneath you.

Even from within the confines of his thick sweats, you swear you can feel every hot inch of him. The thought alone has you keening, fingers burying themselves in his thick hair as a wordless plea shudders from your throat.

“Min,” you whisper unsteadily, rolling your hips once more in search of even a little friction, something, anything to soothe the unrelenting ache in your core.

“What?” He chuckles against your mouth, squeezing at your ass roughly. “Want more?”

“Please.”

That seemed to be the magic word, because you can only squeal as Minseok abruptly flips you onto your back, crawling on top of you with a feline grin and a predatory glint in his hooded eyes. Arousal burns inside of you, so hot that a part of you fears that you might burst into flames right then and there.

He reconnects your lips in one swift movement, and you moan, wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. Electricity crackles through your veins as he suddenly slots his hips up against yours, grinding down against you hard enough that you have to break away from his kiss to gasp in a breath.

“Min— fuck—” your voice trembles from your lips, strained from the effort of trying to keep your volume low. It doesn’t help that Minseok has redirected his attention to your throat, licking and biting all of the places that make your head spine.

You feel his hands, feel the way they map the shape of your body, caressing the curve of your waist and the flow of your hips. The pads of his fingers are rough and calloused against your skin, but you love the way it hurts, love the harsh gentleness of his touch and the way you can still feel the lingering remnants of it even once his hands have ventured elsewhere.

Your shirt goes first, tossed off somewhere into the expanse of his bedroom. Your leggings follow suit, leaving you in nothing but your sports bra and underwear. Both tight, black, and unwanted nuisances within the haven of these four walls.

A soft groan rumbles in the depths of his chest, and his mouth drops to suck and nip at the flesh of your breast. Your head rolls back, fingers sinking into his thick locks. His mouth feels so good against your skin, each flick of his tongue and press of his pretty lips sending sparks of pleasure shooting straight to your core. And it only intensifies as he begins a slow descent down the length of your body.

His lips tickle over your stomach, your back arching as he slips between your thighs. You feel the heat of his breath against your clothed cunt, your hips bucking instinctively in search of friction. He pins them back down, shooting you a warning glare that has arousal flaring up dangerously inside of you.

“Be patient.” He reprimands in a low whisper, though there’s something teasing in the way he purrs the words that tells you he’s not really all that angry.

You nod, but eagerly spread your legs, hoping he’ll have mercy. The corner of his mouth twists at the shameless display and you barely have time to process the glint in his eyes before his tongue is on your skin, tracing slow, sensual circles against the inside of your thigh. “Oh—” your muscles shudder and you sink your teeth roughly into the flesh of your lower lip to keep a moan from escaping.

Minseok forces your legs further apart, dark eyes honing in on the black fabric of your panties and the way they cling to your slick heat. Need coils in your gut, walls clenching around nothing as he licks his lips, a familiar hunger igniting across his handsome features.

“Look at you…” he coos, dragging a single finger down your clothed slit, “already making such a mess of yourself.”

Your nails bite into the soft sheets as your body shakes, muscles tensing uncontrollably with the overwhelming desire that surges through you like white hot electricity. “Min, please don’t tease me right now.” You plead in a breathless whisper, voice quivering while you watch him tease at the tight elastic of your underwear.

“Beg a little more,” he moans lowly, pressing an all too quick kiss to where he knows your clit is, “I like how desperate you are for me.”

You give in easily, far too turned on to feel even the slightest twinge of embarrassment. “Please, fuck— please, Min. I need it so bad. Need your mouth. You always make me feel so good, baby, please.” Minseok groans hoarsely, reveling in your shameless desperation.

“Were you thinking of me out there? Thinking of my mouth while you played with my friends?” His lethal mouth grazes your cunt as he speaks, the heat of his words pouring onto your lust like gasoline onto flames.

You shake your head, gasping at an ephemeral press of his lips. “N- no.”

“Liar.”

You don’t have time to react to the defamation before his teeth are sinking into the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, deep enough that you’re certain the indents will remain for hours to come. A sob is wretched from your throat, but you’re quick to muffle it beneath the palm of your hand, praying that none of the other boys heard your unintentional outburst.

“Be honest, love.” He coos darkly, soothing over his bite with a slow drag of his tongue. Sucking your lips into your mouth, you nod quickly, wanting for nothing more than to please him. “You were thinking of me.”

It’s not a question. But still, you breathe out a small, “yes.”

“You were thinking of my mouth.”

You gasp as he slips a finger beneath the crotch of your panties, tugging it to the side and revealing your soaking core to his ravenous gaze. “Yes.”

“Thinking of coming on my tongue.”

Your back arches, thighs squeezing around his shoulders as he licks a thick, wet strip up your dripping slit. “Yes!”

He scoffs, meeting your unfocused eyes from between your hips. “How filthy.”

And then his mouth is on you. You nearly cry out in relief, but somehow manage to trap the pathetic sound behind tightly clenched teeth. The unexpected rush of pleasure is enough to make you dizzy, the insatiable way he’s eating your cunt making it damn near impossible to keep your voice down.

Oh god, it feels so good.

The hand not being used as a muffler shoots down between your legs, burying itself in Minseok’s hair, desperate for something to cling to. Minseok makes no complaints, quite the contrary actually, the fervor with which he’s devouring you increasing tenfold.

This is dangerous. You’re not going to be able to keep quiet. They’re going to hear you. Fuck, if he keeps licking at your clit like that— you’re not going to be able to keep quiet.

His tongue swirls, his lips encircling your sensitive bud. That in itself has you shaking and keening, the pleasure going straight to your head. But when he adds the faintest pressure of his teeth and suction— your jaw drops, hips snapping up against his mouth, rolling frantically against his tongue as you are thrust closer and closer to your release.

“Oh fuck, I’m—”

At your hoarse, unfinished warning, he abruptly pulls away, your walls clenching and hips jerking frantically in search of that last bit of pressure that would push you over the edge. A broken whimper rips from your throat, desperate pleas rushing from your lips. He hushes you with a soothing kiss, intertwining his hands with yours and pressing them to the mattress on either side of your head.

“Easy, love,” he hums chidingly, nipping gently at the raw flesh of your lower lip, “don’t want you coming just yet, now do we?”

“Fuck you.” You groan in lieu of a proper response.

A low laugh rumbles in his chest, his face lowering into the juncture of your throat where he presses slow, feathery kisses. “Get on your hands and knees… and I’ll do just that.”

For a moment, your mind went blank— just long enough for Minseok to grow impatient and take matters into his own hands.

You can only squeal as he suddenly plants his hands on your waist and flips you over with a roughness that is only brought out of him by the intoxicating, mind-altering cocktail of lust and desperation.

“Fuck, I need you so bad.” He growls, bruising grip forcing a broken whimper from your throat.

The sound of his belt coming undone has you clenching around nothing, wetness leaking from you core and glistening on the insides of your quivering thighs.

“Look at you,” he purrs in a low whisper, and you shiver as he glided two fingers through your slit, “fucking dripping for me.”

Hot need rips through you.

“Min.” You moan, fisting at his soft sheets “Fuck me.”

Patience has never been one of your virtues either.

Chuckling at your shameless desperation, Minseok pushes up against you, wet tip teasing at your entrance. The friction is less than insubstantial, nowhere near enough to satisfy the angry flames in your belly. Whispering a weak plea, you press your hips back, only to yelp as he delivers a sharp slap to your ass.

“Don’t be so fucking needy.” He taunts, smirking sadistically as you shudder and moan, leaking sticky arousal all over his cock.

A sudden round of loud laughter erupts from the living room, barely muffled by the wall separating you from certain exposure. Your head jerks at the sound, pulse spiking at the reminder that you were in fact not alone in his apartment and any noise made above a very specific decibel would most certainly give away to the rest of the boys exactly what filthy things you and Minseok were doing behind his closed bedroom door.

Your concern is short lived, though. Because as soon as he senses you’ve grown distracted, Minseok takes the liberty of thrusting himself into you. He only gives you the first inch or so, but even just that is enough to have you gasping in bliss, fingers curling tightly in his sheets. Behind you, Minseok lets out a hoarse, throaty groan, the heat of your wet core wrapped tightly around his sensitive tip a sensation he can never seem to get used to.

The sounds of your friends’ voices fade further and further from your mind with every shallow thrust of Minseok’s hips, slowly stretching your walls around his dick. It’s a fix you didn’t know you were in such hopeless need of, and now? Now, you just couldn’t get enough.

“More, Min. More, please— I need more.”

A low curse shudders from his lips, hard grip locking onto your hips as he braces his knees on the mattress. You’re barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s fucking into you at a speed that knocks the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Your arms give out, face dropping to the sheets and you quickly bite into it, muffling your moans and whimpers in the thick duvet.

Minseok isn’t all that much better off, fighting to restrain his own sounds of pleasure as your hot walls grip his cock greedily. But still, some leak out, and your arousal spikes at the hoarse groans that bleed through his tightly clenched teeth. You love hearing him, hearing his lust, so violent and uncontainable and contagious. It intoxicates you, polluting your blood with every jagged inhale, every broken gasp. It’s a high like no other and, selfishly, you revel in it.

Your back bows deeply when he presses a hand to it, forcing you down into the mattress as he leans his body over yours, reaching new depths with each sharp, deliberate stroke. In this position, you can see him just over the slope of your shoulder, see the deep furrow of his brow, the upward sneer of his mouth, the tight grip of his teeth on his swollen lower lip. Fuck, he looks so gorgeous like this; skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat, tinted a sinful shade of red from the exertion.

Then, his eyes meet yours, and you nearly come undone then and there, the coil in your gut tightening dangerously as he holds your unfocused gaze. You barely notice the smirk that draws at the corners of his mouth, too busy drowning in the concupiscent depths of his stare. Too concerned with the heat consuming your belly to hear the telling click of a door handle being turned.

“Minseokie-hyung, we’re starting a movie do you guys want to—”

You recognize the voice, know even before you raise your head at break-neck speed who you’re going to find standing in the doorway, slack jawed and flushed an almost inhuman shade of pink.

Oh god.

Baekhyun is frozen. You can tell. He’s short circuiting. The look on his face alone tells you that his brain has stopped functioning entirely as his body’s most vital internal organ and his motor reflexes have failed to kick in.

You try to speak, to say something— anything to remedy the situation, to kick-start the poor boy into motion, but words fail you. For whatever reason, you can’t seem to get anything to come out of your useless mouth, and, at first, you can’t figure out why.

Not until you realize—

Minseok hasn’t stopped fucking you.

The movement of his hips hasn’t even faltered, not for a single second. He’s still drilling into you at a rate that robs you of your ability to form coherent speech, pounding at your cunt so roughly that you feel the reverberations of his every thrust rippling through the cells of your very being.

Did he not see him?

One glance over your shoulder tells you Minseok is well aware of Baekhyun’s presence, in fact, his dark gaze is fixated on him, no doubt one of the many things paralyzing the younger boy, rooting him to where he stands.

So… why hasn’t he stopped?

A myriad of emotions rush through you; most prominent among them being confusion, disbelief, and… arousal.

Arousal?

You don’t have time to ponder the unexpected feeling, a particularly harsh thrust of Minseok’s hips wrenching a cry of bliss from your lips.

The sound startles Baekhyun, his body jolting violently as he is ripped from whatever trance had taken hold of him. He whirls around, hands flying to cover his eyes as he gasps out trembling apologies. “I– oh my god, I am so sorry— I’m so sorry, I—” he surges back towards the door, no doubt with every intention of booking it out the sex-tainted bedroom as fast as his legs would take him.

“Stay.”

Baekhyun freezes.

“Stay.” Minseok repeats in a low grunt.

It’s not a request.

You’re too stunned to make sound, not quite understand what was going, but not quite hating it either. Minseok’s hips have eased into a slow grind, allowing you a moment to catch your breath and recuperate after the brutal fucking your pussy had just endured.

“I—” Baekhyun seems to choke on whatever words he’s trying to get out, still not facing you, “I’m sorry, I sh– should have knocked, but I didn’t th—”

“Shut up and close the door.” The growl in Minseok’s voice leaves no room for argument. Baekhyun extends an obedient albeit shaky hand, gently pushing the door short. You swallow thickly, muscles shuddering as Minseok rolls his hips lazily into yours.

“Min, why—”

“Don’t act oblivious.” He all but sneers. “You squeezed me so fucking tight the second you laid eyes on him I thought you were trying to take my dick off. And shit, you were wet before but now…” he lets out a low whistle, settling a rough palm on your ass, “now you’re goddamn gushing.”

Heat rushes to your face and your head drops in shame. Baekhyun twitches upon hearing Minseok’s words, chancing a shy, uncertain glance in your direction before quickly looking away.

“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now,” he scoffs, and you can’t tell if he’s talking to you or Baekhyun until he continues his merciless taunting, “weren’t you the one just ranting about how hot y/n is? How bad you wanted to fuck her?”

“Hyung!” Baekhyun yelps indignantly, eyes wide and cheeks red as he stares at his older friend in disbelief. “I– I was shit faced!”

“Drunk words are sober thoughts.” Minseok bites back easily, lips curled into a wicked grin.

The younger opens his mouth, but nothing comes out, so he hurriedly shuts it and turns away, glaring at the floor instead.

Now, your interest has peaked.

Pushing yourself up on shaky arms, you peer up at the boy still standing on the other side of the room, adamantly avoiding your gaze.

“Baek.” Your voice sounds hoarse and unsteady on your lips, barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to finally draw his attention, a shy upward flit of his eyes bringing them to yours. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of you, mouth trembling as unmistakable lust clouds his features. You wonder what you look like in that moment, what about you causes that vibrant red to rush up his neck and flood his face, causes him to bite into his lower lip so hard you’re almost certain the skin will break.

Minseok’s hips pulse and you moan softly, not breaking your eye contact with Baekhyun even as a wave of pleasure rolls over you. The younger shudders and swallows, hands curling into tight fists at his sides.

You like that he’s watching. You like that he’s seeing you in such an exposed, vulnerable state, all of your body, all of your need laid bare before him. It feels filthy to have him watch as Minseok fucks into you slowly, deeply from behind, feels dirty to have him watching the way you tremble and keen on his best friend’s thick cock.

But you like it. You really, really like it.

“Baek.” You murmur again, his name sounding like a plea as Minseok begins to pick up the pace once more.

Baekhyun’s chest heaves, his self control crumbling more and more with every sound that escapes your gaping mouth. He doesn’t seem to know where to look, attention jumping noncommittally from your hooded eyes to your swollen mouth to your breasts that bounce every time his hyung buries himself inside of you and lower still, dancing across the supple flesh of your thighs and the glistening heat that lies between them. He lets out an airy whimper, pretty hand twitching towards the growing bulge in his jeans.

“Please… touch yourself.”

The words are out before your brain can condone them, rushing from you in a breathless command. Baekhyun looks like he’s damn near ready to pass out. Regardless, he reaches for his zipper like a man possessed, slowly undoing it with quivering fingers.

Minseok suddenly wraps a strong arm around your waist, tugging you up and flush against his firm, sweat-slick chest. You feel the heat of his body radiating like a furnace, surrounding you and licking at your own naked body. You moan as his mouth falls to the curve of your throat, wet tongue dragging hotly over the perspiring skin. Eyes falling shut, you lean into him, gyrating your hips hungrily over his as you relish in his affections, edging closer and closer to your release.

By the time you reopen your eyes, Baekhyun has already pulled himself from the tight confines of his jeans. He’s pretty, that’s the first thing you notice. You’d never thought of dicks as being pretty in the past, but Byun Baekhyun has a pretty dick. A soft shade of pink and slightly curved, it’s the kind of cock you just wanna shove down your—

“Ah!” You cry out as Minseok suddenly sinks his teeth into the nape of your neck, the pain of his bite intertwining with the pleasure of his length pulsing within your walls, setting your nerves ablaze.

“Look how hard he is, baby. All from just watching you get fucked. You’re putting on a real show for him, aren’t you?” He growls against your throbbing skin, sliding a hand around your throat and squeezing ever so lightly. You can only whimper and nod frantically, watching transfixed as Baekhyun slides a closed fist gingerly down his cock, translucent precum leaking from his slit. His back meets the wall behind him with a soft thud, and he choked on a moan as he caresses his sensitive tip with a light swirl of his thumb.

“Oh fuck.” You pant, gripping onto the thick muscles of Minseok’s thighs, feeling them flex beneath your palms with every sharp thrust. Baekhyun’s hazy eyes find yours, pupils blown into an ocean of blackness within a thin ring of glinting umber. His delicate lips are wide open and gasping out quiet moans, soft cheeks burning with the flames of his lust.

Any shyness gradually fades from him, his reservations melting away the longer he looks at you, the longer he feels himself being intoxicated by the thick waves of shameless pleasure that radiate from you.

His head kicks back with a rasping groan, hips meeting the underside of his fist with each stroke. Still, his heady gaze refuses to break from yours.

“You want that cock, don’t you?” Minseok whispers huskily, lips feathering over the burning shell of your ear, followed by the graze of his teeth.

Something tightens in your gut. “M- Min—”

“You want his cock in your mouth. You want him filling that slutty throat, don’t you, baby?”

His voice is just loud enough to carry over to Baekhyun, and you see the younger boy jerk violently and whimper at the implication of his hyung’s filthy words, desperately speeding up his ministrations.

“Minseok, please—” you gasp, nearly in tears. It’s too much, too good, you won’t last. The pressure of his hand on your throat, his cocked pounding relentlessly into your cunt, the intensity of Baekhyun’s stare as he gets off to the sight of you being fucked stupid by his best friend. It’s too much.

A hand dips between your thighs, rough fingers easily locating your clit and setting to work. “Come on, baby. Cum for me.” Minseok grits, burying his face in your neck. It takes every ounce of self control in you to keep from screaming in pleasure as the full force of your orgasm strikes you. Your back arches, head falling back onto Minseok’s shoulder, nerves crackling with white hot electricity.

Baekhyun quickly covers his mouth as moans begin to pour from his lips, the sight of you coming undone hurdling him head first into his own high. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he hisses, knees buckling and hips stuttering as he spills hot cum over his knuckles.

Pulling out of you with a harsh curse, Minseok flattens a hand against the small of your back and pushes you down to the mattress, until your cheek is pressed to the sheets and your ass is raised in the air. With one last low groan, Minseok strokes himself to completion, releasing all across your arched back. You moan as it splatters messily on your skin, the dominant display making your exhausted core clench around nothing.

There’s a moment of silence, the only audible sounds heavy breathing and the muffled voices of unsuspecting company in the other room. And then, Baekhyun giggles. It’s a light, airy sound, a combination of disbelief and amazement that has your own lips curling lightly because— holy shit, did that really just happen?

Baekhyun hides his grinning lips behind the back of his non-cum covered hand as he speaks, eyes alight with boyish joy. “Wow. That was—”

“Get out of here, Baekhyun.” Minseok huffs, tugging at your legs until you’re laid out flat on your stomach, a much more comfortable position.

“Right, yes, sorry.” The younger boy quickly spins, tucking himself back into his jeans and hurrying back towards the door, only to pause when his clean hand wraps around the doorknob. Turning, he meets your gaze and offers a bashful smile. “T- Thank you.”

A big, lazy grin breaks across your face, a breathless chuckle bubbling in your chest.

“My pleasure, Baek.”

Blushing hotly, he whirls around and disappears out the door, shutting it gently behind him.

There’s a brief lull of silence, and then you break into a fit of laughter. You feel the way Minseok melts behind you at the sound, rough hands turning soft as they rub gently at your thighs— which will most definitely be sore by the morning.

“Don’t move.” He instructs, though any real authority has already leaked from his voice, leaving a gentle request that you’re more than happy to comply with. The bed dips as he moves away from you, taking all his tenderness and warmth right along with him. You shiver in his absence, letting out a grateful hum when he returns with a washcloth saturated with hot water. It feels like heaven as he runs it over your sweat-slick skin, apologizing with only the sweetest of kisses whenever he touches a tender spot and you wince.

“He’s never gonna let this go.” Minseok mutters against the back of your neck, maneuvering the cloth between your spread legs to scrub away any lingering stickiness.

Shuddering at the twinge of stimulation, you sing back playfully, “you’re the one that told him to stay.”

“You’re the one who wanted him to.” He snips.

“Touché.” You accept defeat with ease. No point in arguing with the truth.

Minseok tosses aside the rag once he’s finished wiping you down, and you let him rearrange your bodies until he finds a comfortable position. You end up between his legs, head leaning against his firm chest while he’s propped up against the headboard. Like this, he has no trouble peppering kisses across the slope of your neck and shoulder, fingers dancing across the skin of your belly, tracing miscellaneous shapes and designs.

You know you should probably return to the group occupying the living room. By this point, it would be shocking if they hadn’t grown suspicious of your long absence. But, you aren’t too keen on leaving the warmth of Minseok’s embrace, the idea of abandoning these sex stained sheets becoming less and less appealing with every second that ticks by.

Minseok is the first to pop the comfortable bubble of silence that had fallen over you as he asks, “Did you enjoy it?”

You nod, a small smile upturning the corners of your mouth as you take one of his hands in yours, playing absentmindedly with his fingers. “He was cute.”

“Yeah?” He hums, nose tickling your throat. “I’m cuter.”

Laughter trickles from your lips as you murmur your agreement.

“Hey, maybe next time…” you grin mischievously as a thought suddenly strikes you, “he can even touch me.”

You giggle in delight as Minseok growls, hot hand curling around your jaw and tugging your mouth to his, leaving only the slimmest of spaces between your lips as he whispers darkly,

“Not a fucking chance.”

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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marmalade taffy

Helmut Zemo smut & feels. Soft!Dom Zemo, non-superhero!AU, Zemo being the weird uncle of college!Maximoff twins. This was written on a whim so if someone signs up to beta-read, I will shower you with affection and reminders to drink water. The Reader is addressed as "you" and is not described - race/age/body type neutral. The language I used for Sokovian is actually Serbian. Word count 2,8k.

Fun fact: I have mild synesthesia. Emotions/feelings and some people have an assigned color (and sometimes smell) for me. That's how the name of the fic was born. This fic feels like the colors of marmalade and taffy, look them up. This fic is dedicated to my lovely @slothspaghettiwrites , the shining beacon in my misty, rocky beach. (You're a periwinkle for me, by the way. I thought you might ask.)

When you first see him all you do is raise an eyebrow. His sleek, well-maintained vintage car stands out almost grotesquely amongst the various sedans and mom vans on the campus and you can see the glint of his wristwatch even from afar. Wanda's and Pietro's sheepish smirk only makes the situation worse - the girl's attire obviously screams "liberal arts" and her twin brother doesn't seem to have anything better to wear than tracksuits.

The man behind the wheel is unfazed. He is calm and collected in that European way, not conceited, just waiting. For what? You don't know. His eyes trail over you but he doesn't smile, simply gives a tiny polite nod. If you hadn't had extensive conversations about cultural differences with Wanda, you'd say he was extremely rude.

Shy, quiet Wanda, who's eyes lit up seeing her favorite not-actually-uncle. In a surprising dash of energetic agility, she hopped right into the car, her numerous scarves a bright flash of saturation against the campus grayscale. You giggle and wave at the departing car, snorting when Wanda's hand reaches over to briefly honk the horn, causing the driver to swerve the tiniest bit, his eyes trained on you in the rearview mirror.

He comes and goes often. Almost always in a different perfectly restored vintage car, mostly with the same polite mask of bored contentment. You know he's royalty in his home country and can't help but wonder how frivolously the twins act around him - no, free. He gives all the appearance of a silent, strict man.

You're proven wrong rather quickly. Freshman year left behind you, you and Wanda decide to ditch the dorms for an apartment - she finds one rather quickly and it's just you two in it even though it is ridiculously huge and the rent amount she requests is equally ridiculously small. Not the one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you pretend nothing is out of the ordinary and buy yourself a new pair of shoes.

Helmut - Wanda finally formally had introduced you two - doesn't come by often, however the visits are always... Eventful. He's not at all what it seemed to be; in the quiet of your apartment, a witty, incredibly clever man resurfaces from under the stoic façade. The Slav in him easily lets him consume alarming quantities of alcohol together with Pietro, who opted to stay in the dorms with his idiotic football team, and - you couldn't believe your eyes at the time - dorkily dad-dance squat in the middle of your living room, unfazed by your and Wanda's cackling.

The way Helmut is absolutely unbothered by the audience and the laughter, pale face flushed from the wine and a little smirk stretching his thin lips into expression almost catlike. The maroon turtleneck stretches nicely across his chest, as thinly as your lip that you worry between your teeth.

Pietro raises an eyebrow. You shrug.

"Got something in your eye, no?" He teases playfully and you shrug again, taking another swig of your nice, European beer.

There are more gatherings, more parties and quite a few rides in his car, when the wind blows your hair in all directions possible and intermingles it with Wanda's as you giggle and squeal in the back seat. Helmut always indulges you two; the word 'no' simply does not exist in that man's vocabulary. He insists politely but firmly on a dinner with all three of them on your birthday and the gifts he brings make your eyes pop out and your face heat.

"A woman like you makes any sensible man want to shower you with the finest gifts," Helmut's voice is quiet and his accent is thick and somehow, it makes it all that harder to refuse. He smiles like usual - tiny and a little secretive, as he pecks your cheek, filling the air around you with the smell of his cologne. It makes your mouth water and your fingers clench helplessly around the half a dozen of silk paper-wrapped boxes.

The summer rolls in and it's hot and humid and finally you don't have to worry about waking up at the crack of dawn or classes or the annoying boys who can barely take a no for an answer. The invitation to Helmut's villa doesn't come as a surprise; Wanda had been riled up over it since early May and Pietro and his whole damn football team were equally as thrilled.

You pack flowy dresses, daisy dukes and swimsuits. The expensive jewelry and handbag Helmut had gifted you, too, since the villa is surrounded by a whole neighborhood meant solely for the rich and famous. Wanda is absolutely unbothered by her own bohemian chic and you quietly envy her; the longer you get to know her, the more you realise of how much actually she does not give a fuck about anything besides her paintings and sculptures.

It's admirable, really, because she is talented. And Helmut knows it, too, having had collected and kept every single work Wanda had made, showing it off in the various rooms of his two-story mansion. The abstract fits in well and is a great conversation topic for him and his equally important friends. There's an endless stream of them in the first days and Wanda isn't overtly happy, choosing to run away to laze around the pool with you more often than not.

Helmut's friends stop at the glass wall between the inner side of the house and the pool to stare at you two, too, causing something dark and tense flash across his features. There always had been a sort of tangy obscurity in him, you've noticed, but not nearly enough for you to grow concerned. It added the bittersweetness, the flavour and consistency to the modest man.

Although calling him modest might have been a mistake. The moment you can't shake off one of his friends after a polite chit-chat seems to never end, Wanda nowhere in sight, dread and unease digging their sharp, spindly fingers in the soft flesh behind your rib cage, Helmut is suddenly there, arm wrapped almost possessively around your waist.

"Draga mea, Wanda is looking for you. She says it's urgent," He stares the man down with the eyes of a vulture. "I believe we haven't been properly introduced," Helmut seems to not realize he's still clutching you in a grasp of steel as the man opposite you rumbles out his name, few syllables you'd forgotten seconds after he spoke them for the first time.

"Baron Helmut Zemo," the fingers brush and squeeze once, gently, over the valley of your waist before letting go. You miss the rest of their peacocking, walking away with a fight and fire inside of your hammering heart. Anxiety and longing and confusion mix and blend, combining into a cocktail that has you beelining for the bar like a woman parched.

The next day you're sleeping off the hangover, first in your bed and then by the pool - Wanda had run off into town for one thing or another, and knowing her, she'd be back home at the crack of dawn. It was blissful peace, the soothing balm for your troubled heart and your aching head.

"Hungover?" Helmut's voice was quiet and a little bit teasing. None of the Eastern Europeans had ever showed the signs of having any ill effects from the alcohol they drunk, unlike you.

You stretched, too blissed out to care about the skimpy strings and straps of your bikini, basking in the gentle morning sun. "Mmm, not anymore," a swim in the cold pool had done wonders.

Your soft pink float rocked as Helmut's footsteps quieted, giving way to a short splash and the sound of his breathing somewhere in your space. Just as you cracked open your eyes, he reached out a hand to steady himself next to you. "I wanted to apologize for the situation yesterday. That man was stepping out of line. He is not welcome in my home anymore."

You stare at him and then you snort. The blunt was he usually speaks is so easy, it flows oh so effortlessly. No mind games, just honesty. You want to pay him back in kind. "Don't worry, Helmut. I just had a bit too much to drink," that was the truth. Any other time and you wouldn't have hesitated to unapologetically steer clear of any creep. Heat and bubbly don't mix and that was your own mistake.

"No, printsesa," the man in front of you let loose some of the delicious darkness, eyes growing stormy, hand gently resting over yours. "Some men are fools, they are nothing but animals. You deserve to feel safe, especially in my home." His lips stretched into a smile, water dripping down his jaw and making tiny circles form in the azure of the pool.

"I can't argue with that," you replied, catching the stray liquid and following the trails it made with your eyes. His forehead, dripping down over his eyes, making Helmut blink the stray drops away until they landed on his lips, trickling down his chin.

You swallowed, opting to dip your toes into the cool pool water before you could make a fool of yourself. The water splashed towards him, making a mischievous grin grace his usually serious face, as me made a half-hearted attempt to splash back weakly, making the water sizzle on your sun-kissed skin. Never the one to back down from a challenge, you knitted your eyebrows in mock offense, eagerly letting the water wash over you as you abandoned the float in favour of creating waves with your whole body.

The temperature contrast was delicious and Helmut's laugh even more so as it echoed in between the high walls of the building surrounding the pool. The sun was nearly at its peak, shining over your head in a beacon of heat that almost matched the one inside of you, the one that had blossomed there months ago and finally grew into a steady smolder, shooting sparks whenever you were around the baron.

It was hot and wet, the same feeling chasing you two when you finally kissed. His hand firmly planted on the side of your neck, his nose softly brushing against the underside of your jaw, Helmut was in no rush to taste you, to savour every millimeter of your sun-kissed skin. The man left you with your fingertips trembling and heart scrambling for purchase somewhere in the deepest pits of your belly.

"What are you so hungry for, mmm?" Helmut's voice rumbled next to the shell of your ear; you could barely focus, skin singing underwater, where he held onto you like a lifeline. "You have hungry eyes, ljubavi, tell me what it is and I'll give it to you," your bodies pressed flush against each other, his eyelashes flittering against your cheek.

"You," the maximum capacity for your brain was one-syllable words and you used it sparingly, failing to suppress a gasp when Helmut's mouth latched around a particularly sensitive spot right under your jawline.

Teeth scraped over it before he soothed the sting with his tongue. "All the things in the world, I could give them to you. And yet..." He sounded almost disappointed. Perplexed, just as you were at the strange admission. "A woman like you would have men fighting for your attention yet you give it to me so freely," he murmured softly, capturing your lips in a slow, fluid kiss once more. "I will make sure you have everything you could ever want."

Helmut's touch grew bolder as he steered the two of you towards the shallow end of the pool. The taste of him was intoxicating, like the sweetest, most alluring poison you'd ever tasted: you knew that once you had one small bit, you'd be addicted, drawn to him like a moth to a flame. His words were clever and his mouth even more, making the short stumble upstairs last hours.

A wall, baroque tapestry, marked with the wetness of the pool water, where you allowed yourself to be pressed against as he leaned into you with the entirety of his broad frame, domineering the kiss effortlessly.

You panted as your back hit the soft, million-thread count, unmade sheets of the baron's bed, staring up into his eyes and finding your own reflection in his pupils, blown wide with lust. The tiny smirk was back but now his unexpressive face was marred by a gleem, accentuating his moist, puffy lips you'd licked into and bitten in a heated frenzy.

"Beautiful, printsesa," he stated with quiet firmness, leaning over into you to unclasp and toss away the upper part of the bikini. The bottoms followed suit, flung carelessly somewhere. His hands ran over your as it sang, every tiniest nerve hypersensitive, coming alive with a fervor borne of months of longing, complimented by the summer heat and cool waters.

"Helmut," your voice wavered, flowed on the syllables as his clever, clever mouth trailed hot down your chest, briefly submerging each nipple into the sear of it. Goosebumps rose over your exposed body, highlighting a trail for him, a trail he followed eagerly. Kisses were candy sweet and marshmallow soft.

Hot breath at the apex of your thighs had you mewling and arching into it, having abandoned all shame, and Helmut found it amusing. The petite chuckle made an appearance, his fingertips ghosting over the part of your lower lips; he was as amused by your impatience as he was enthralled by the youthfulness of the gesture. "Shh, ljubavi, I will make it feel better," his accent as thick as clover honey and just as saccharine.

The first movements were tentative, brief and so light, the demanding moan slipped out of your mouth along with a growl of frustration. You felt continuous chuckling, slight stubble rasping along the sides your thighs; you felt him pick up pace and steady his hot hands on your hips as you attempted to trash against the overwhelming stimulation your pussy was receiving.

His moans, loud and wet, drove you closer to the edge like a drunk drove a Ferrari; Helmut's skill was unparalleled but it lacked precision as he lost himself in the moment just as much as you.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm- I'm so close," you managed to grunt out before the crescendo hit, eyes rolling back into your skull as the influx of more, more, more hit every nerve ending in your body. You could do little more than rest your legs on his shoulders as the noble man, the quiet storm lapped up every drop of your release.

He made the inside of you weak.

In seconds, Helmut was back on top of you, grinding his arousal into you desperately, almost begging for it and all you could do was let your body respond, mimic your lover, clench around nothing just as you felt him twitch.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded hooking one of your legs over his hip, eyes boring into yours with everything in them plain on display. It was a terrifying thing: as if your heart had suddenly grown legs, stood up and walked out into the bare, wide world, open for all to see. "Ti moa, skaži eto," his native tongue made his voice even more hoarse, you couldn't resist anymore.

"I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours," you chanted the words like a prayer, hoping he'd be merciful - and he is. No, there's only a hidden tenderness in his hands as he drives into your with increasing force that shakes you and makes your core quiver, igniting your flesh once again like the color red; it's messy and it's sloppy and you're barely aware of Helmut muttering something into the crook of your neck as you feel yourself clench down on him with a choked moan.

"Fuck," hearing him, the polite composed man, bite the end of his own orgasm into a curse made a wave of magenta hot rush travel through your body at lightning speed, his cock pulsating and coating you, claiming you from inside out so sweetly you couldn't resist a shallow gasp into his cheek, a gasp he mirrored as his own oversensitive flesh was once more assaulted by your combined lust.

The tide of his breathing was high; both of you spent yet still drunk on the newfound sense of togetherness. It was clear as a summer's day that in your arms laid a man who'd once lost something important and you - you were a someone who's never had anything of significance and perhaps, this time each other's arms would let you both keep whatever it was that you missed.

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infamous-light · 3 years

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Cupid's Arrow Ch.1

Bela Dimitrescu x F!Reader

Summary: You never imagined you would end up harboring feelings for the eldest Dimitrescu daughter.

Word Count: 2.1K

AO3: Cupid's Arrow

Ch.2

You never imagined you would end up harboring feelings for the eldest Dimitrescu daughter.

You can recall the first day of your employment at Castle Dimitrescu. You were ushered in – including many other young women from the village – by the head maid who ordered everyone to stand in line. There was an air of uneasiness surrounding the main hall, but no one dared to utter even a single sound. Everyone stilled when an ominous sound of clicking heels echoed throughout the halls.

You inhaled sharply at the sight of the Countess having to bend at the waist to enter through a set of double doors, followed by three hooded women that you knew to be her daughters. Straightening back up, she stood there in all her tall glory, looking down on you all with an air of indifference.

The Lady of the castle was a unique sight to behold but your attention was soon caught by someone else. Your gaze curiously drifted off to the side to see her three daughters standing next to the Countess, all looking somewhere between a mix of boredom and excitement, but your eyes eventually settled onto one woman.

You stared transfixed at her, unable to look away. It was as if you were struck by cupid’s arrow at that exact moment. She was gorgeous.

Her blonde hair flowed freely out from underneath her cloaked hood, framing her perfectly oval-shaped face which was accented by her high cheekbones and dark full lips. She stood at a towering height but was still dwarfed by the Countess by a large margin. Her lithe form belied the hidden strength she possessed if the stories you heard prior to your arrival at the castle held any truth to them.

Though, what stood out to you the most were her eyes. They were an inhuman gold, glowing so brightly that they could easily light up a darkened room. Your heart skipped a beat when her eyes met yours. Her gaze was all-consuming as if you were about to be swallowed up whole. The need to feel invisible at that moment was overwhelming. You shift on your feet, fiddling with your fingers as you quickly look away from her. The beginnings of a blush spread across your cheeks from being caught staring.

Attempting to be discreet, you glance back at the same woman a minute later. She was still staring at you. You will never forget the moment when the corner of her lips tugged upwards into a self-satisfied smirk, her luminous eyes dancing with amusement at having caught you again.

From that moment on, she would find any opportunity to be around you, distracting you from your work with light and teasing touches when she would pass you by. Sometimes she would hover over you, her hot breath tickling against the nape of your neck – eliciting goosebumps across your skin – while her fingers delicately brushed against your lower back, letting it linger longer than what is considered appropriate by societal standards.

Her presence alone made your heart flutter rapidly inside of your chest. She enjoyed seeing you become all flustered over her.

There was one particular night that you still become flustered over when you think back on that memory. You will never forget it.

You were instructed by another maid to deliver a pair of freshly clean bath towels for Miss Bela who demanded them promptly. You walked along the many hallways, following the route to Bela’s room that you had memorized the first week of your employment at the castle.

You were about to knock until you noticed her bedroom door was ajar. You push the door gently open, carefully stepping inside. “Miss Bela?” You called out but you didn’t receive an answer.

She was nowhere to be seen. Strange.

A loud groan off to the side caught your attention. You snap your head in that direction, seeing that the noise came from the bathroom. The door was also not shut closed either.

What was that? You thought, frowning.

You creep forward, making your way over with the bath towels in hand as you near the door. There was steam slipping past the space between the doorframe, creating a light mist that surrounded the door.

You look past the gap and your heart stilled at what you saw.

Your eyes widened in shock as Bela sat in the large circular bathtub, head tilted back, eyes closed, a blissful expression on her face as her hand moved between her legs under the steamy water. She reached up to cup her own breast with her free hand, rolling a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. A long-drawn-out moan slipped past her lips and you slapped a hand over your mouth to prevent yourself from making any noise. The sound Bela just made had you feeling a certain way. It sounded downright dirty.

She slipped her hand out of the water, bringing her fingers to her lips before taking them into her mouth. She made another sinful sound as she sucked on her fingers greedily before releasing them with a loud ‘pop’. She dipped her hand back under the water, moving her hand between her thighs once more.

“Oh yes…” She groaned out as she increased the pace of her hand, panting in short gasps. Her face scrunched in pleasure as her back arched off the edge of the bathtub, mouth opening wide as a loud moan tore from her throat.

You blush hotly, feeling something simmer low in your abdomen. You just couldn’t look away. This was a sight you never would have thought you’d see in your entire life. That you would get to witness Bela come undone so beautifully in front of you.

You felt conflicted, though. A mix of arousal and shame warred within you. You felt guilty for peeping on Bela, but it’s not like you expected to walk in something like this. She must have known you would arrive here with her clean bath towels. The maid did tell you to deliver them pronto. Unless…

Before you could ponder on your thoughts further, you heard water sloshing around and you glanced back to Bela who was resting against the bathtub with her eyes closed, sighing contentedly before opening her eyes to stare right at you.

You gasp, dropping the bath towels, not even caring about the fact that you left them on the floor for Bela to pick up. Or the fact that you could be sent to the dungeons for being a deviant. Spying on one of the Lady’s daughters must carry a hefty penalty. You spun on your heel, running out of her room. Your heart thumped rapidly as the blood pumped deafeningly in your ears.

She saw you!

Was Bela going to kill you for intruding on her private moment? You knew she liked to tease you, but you weren’t so certain that you were going to come out of this experience alive. This may be a step too far.

Oddly enough, she never chased after you – to maim you or cut you down – once you ran from her room. Even the few times you saw her during your work shifts, she didn’t even acknowledge that anything even occurred after that night.

It was as if it never even happened.

You shake the thoughts away and focus on your current task at hand. Holding a large bottle of Sanguis Virginis, you walk over to Daniela’s side – having already served Lady Dimitrescu and the elder daughters their drinks – and began pouring the rest of the wine into her glass.

They’re chatting animatedly as you continue to pour the wine while ignoring your presence entirely. You withhold a bored sigh until the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as though someone is watching you. You tactfully look up from your task to see that everyone was focused on their meals except for Bela. She was leaning far over the table to reach for a platter of fruits. Shock then crosses your face, your jaw-dropping open at how Bela’s breasts were pushed upwards, tantalizing close to spilling out from the top of her low-cut neckline.

The grip you have on the wine bottle tightens as you feel your throat beginning to dry up. She manages to lean forward even further, struggling to reach for the plate as the bicep on her other arm continues to push against the side of her breast – providing you an ample amount of cleavage – giving you a perfect view down her dress.

Due to your blatant ogling, you neglected to pay attention to your task until Daniela snapped you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the present. You break out of your daze and to your horror, you saw that you overfilled Daniela’s glass. You watched as the deep red liquid slid down the side of the glass, pooling at the base.

In your haste, you swing the bottle back quickly and you ended up knocking Daniela’s glass over, now spilling the rest of the contents across the table.

Oh shit!

“Hey!” Daniela shouts in surprise, jumping back in her seat to prevent the spilled wine from reaching her. You could hear Cassandra laughing off to the side, saying something snarky but you were too focused on the mess you just made.

You fumble to take your apron off so you could soak up the wine all the while profusely apologizing. “O-Oh god! I’m so sorry, Miss Daniela! It was an accident! I truly am sorr-”

“Enough!”

You pause in your movements as Lady Dimitrescu’s voice rang loudly throughout the dining room. You glance over to the Lady and dread instantly washes over you at the look the Lady is currently giving you. Her eyebrows are pinched together in annoyance, crimson-colored lips pressed into a thin line as she stares you down.

This is it. I’m going to die tonight.

“Come here.” Lady Dimitrescu demanded. You shakily place the wine bottle on the table and immediately made your way over to Lady Dimitrescu while bowing your head low, attempting to appear as meek and as small as possible. Tears began to form in the corner of your eyes.

She harshly grips your lower jaw in her oversized hand, tilting your head back to face her. You stifle a whimper when you see her honey golden eyes flash in disapproval. Her sharp nails dig into your skin through the gloves ever so slowly as she pulls you in closer to her.

“You will pay for your carelessness.” She states calmly despite the displeasure that’s clear on her face. “Cassandra, take her down to the cellar. Punish her as you see fit.” She shoves your head away from her, not deigning you any further attention as she returns to her meal once more.

“Yes, Mother.” Cassandra rises from her seat, looking a bit too eager for your liking. She has a sickly-sweet smile on her face before a huge sadistic grin takes its place. She starts to prowl in your direction until Bela interrupts.

“If I may intervene, Mother?”

Cassandra pauses mid-step, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion as Lady Dimitrescu arches a single inquiring eyebrow at Bela.

“Allow me to handle her punishment, Mother. I can properly discipline her. Cassandra would most likely end up killing her and we can’t afford to lose any more staff as it is.”

Cassandra narrows her eyes at Bela, her lip curling in displeasure. Daniela remained quiet, her eyes dancing back and forth between her two older sisters and her mother. Lady Dimitrescu pursed her lips in thought before speaking.

“I’ll allow it.”

“But Mother!” Cassandra exclaimed indignantly before a sharp scolding look from her mother cut off the rest of her complaint. Cassandra huffed loudly, scowling as she sat back down at the dining table, crossing her arms over her chest like a petulant child. She glared at you as Daniela snickered at the entire situation, finding it all amusing.

“Thank you, Mother.” Bela bowed her head towards her mother in gratitude before raising her head again, staring at you with a blank expression. You tense in place as she made her way – in slow and precise steps – around the table towards you. What was going to happen now? Would Bela really punish you?

She grasped your wrist, tugging at your arm to get you to follow her out of the dining room. You end up stumbling behind her, struggling to keep up with her fast pace.

“P-Please, Miss Bela. It was an accident.”

She didn’t respond. She continued to drag you along throughout the many halls that lined this castle.

You frowned in confusion when you noticed that Bela was bringing you to her bedroom and not to the dungeon. You elected to stay quiet, watching as she opened the door. She turned to look at you and you couldn’t help but gulp nervously when you noticed a devious look in her eyes.

She motioned for you to enter first.

#bela dimitrescu x reader #bela dimitrescu #resident evil village #lady dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #resident evil fanfic #resident evil 8

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folkloreguk · 4 years

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Mirror, Mirror (m)

A/N: I will never ever determine which body type the reader has, but I want every single one of you to know that it’s okay to feel empowered by the way your nude body looks, you’re absolutely beautiful and no size is a limit to how sexy you can be!!! You go queens!

words: ~5.4 (I’m sorry idk how to write short things anymore asdfgh)

genre: smut, optional bias (male) x reader (female), kinda fwb??, sexting

[H/N means “his name”]

There’s no feeling quite like the one of trying on your new clothes that just arrived in the mail and loving how they looked. Especially when said clothes were lingerie and you felt like you could conquer the world, even when you were just standing in front of your mirror at 7 pm after you had just stuffed your stomach with lasagna. And what better way to enjoy your happiness than to share it with your best friend?

In fact, you had two best friends. One, a girl who you could trust with your life, and two, a boy who knew all your deepest secrets. One of the central differences between the two was that you would never think about asking the former about his opinion on your new lingerie. You almost laughed at the mere thought while you went through your contacts list and selected your friend’s name and clicked ‘send’. “It’s new. How do I look?” you typed and sent quickly, before throwing your phone onto you bed. You were feeling sexy, but for the rest of the evening there was only one way you wanted to feel: Comfortable. So, you changed into your pajamas instead.

You wondered what she would say about your photo. Sending almost-nudes to your friend might have seemed odd, but for the two of you, it was a completely normal occurrence. You loved making sure you both felt beautiful and confident by complimenting each other. Happily, you walked back to your room after you had picked up some snacks in the kitchen. You grabbed your phone as you plopped down on your bed. While you stuffed a handful of crisps into your mouth, you unlocked your phone to check your messages. You had expected a text from your best girl friend, but instead you had received one from H/N, your best boy friend. Pure horror consumed you when you clicked on the chat and saw your almost-nude there. Sent at 7:01 pm. Seen at 7:05 pm. And worst of all, he had replied before you could have clarified the mistake.

H/N: Idk where this came from but…you’re hot

You: SORRY THIS WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU

H/N: Okay that kinda offends me…you have a bf and didn’t tell me???

You: NO OMG THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING HELP…it was for GF/N just for fun!!!

H/N: Ohhh…in that case…

You watched the dots signaling that he was still writing while you were still wondering how you would ever look at him without getting embarrassed from now on. It wasn’t like the two of you never talked about sex. In fact, he knew a lot about what you liked and didn’t like in the bedroom. Not because he had witnessed it. But thanks to multiple sleep overs with late-night conversations, when your lips became a little loose, you had discussed more sexual topics than you had ever dreamt of. Your cheeks were still feeling hot when you received another text.

H/N: How do I look?

Without missing a beat, he had attached a photo of him. Shirtless. His hair was disheveled, as if he had just removed his shirt, which he probably had. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he stood in front of a mirror. He had tilted his head a little, showing off his jawline while he gazed at the camera with hooded eyes. You felt more embarrassed with every second you kept staring at his body.

H/N: OMG sorry this wasn’t for you!!!!!

Now you could only laugh at his stupid message.

You: Stop making fun of me!!

H/N: I’m trying to make you feel better!! Do I not get a compliment?

You: Thanks and you look great…can we please NEVER bring this up in the future?

H/N: Sure if that’s what you want…but if you ever need someone to rate your underwear again you know where to find me

~~~

And he really kept his promise. The next time you hung out, he was joking about everything but your little accident. You were thankful. But not mentioning the memory didn’t automatically delete it from your brain. And that’s where your newest problem begun.

You had never really looked at him in a sexual way before – sure, you thought he was handsome – but after than one damned picture he had sent you, you seemed to see him in a completely different light. There were no romantic feelings involved. But something felt profusely wrong about the way you thought about sex when he reached for a glass on the highest kitchen shelf and a small part of his abs was revealed. Or the way you instinctively licked your lips when you watched him stretch his neck in front of you. Or how your head spun when he lifted his shirt to wipe away his sweat when you worked out together.

One day was particularly bad. He had asked you to go to the public pool together, and being his best friend, of course you had said yes. As expected, he made you laugh until you were crying, scream when he playfully wrestled you in the water and giggle when he chased you on the water slide. And yet, you couldn’t help but notice his body. You almost felt bad, but then again, it wasn’t like you adored his character any less. You simply had some added adoration for another part of him. What were you supposed to do when he looked this good acting out a comic character while you played charades in the water? You might have been laughing on the outside, but you could barely tear your eyes off his neck and chest. Lately, you realized, the amount of thoughts you spent on wanting to kiss him had become problematic to you.

When you returned home at night, you couldn’t deny feeling sexually frustrated. Not wanting to give in to the inappropriate thoughts about your best friend, you turned on a tv show to distract yourself. But before you knew it, you were spending more time looking at your phone than at the tv screen. At first you browsed social media, but somehow you mustn’t have payed enough attention to your unconscious mind. You had miraculously landed on his Instagram, and when that didn’t entertain you anymore, you found yourself going back to your text messages with him. When you started at the shirtless picture he had sent you, you regretted not deleting it and forgetting about it right away. You wondered if he could ever feel the same way about you. You didn’t need any romantic feelings from him, in fact, you had no interest in a relationship at the moment. But you had never wanted someone this bad before and it was driving you crazy. So, before you could have stopped yourself, you were typing a message to him.

You: what r u doing??

H/N: do you miss me already?

H/N: ok do you really wanna know?

You: shut up you usually message me first!! and yes I do

H/N: I was about to jack off but you interrupted me

You almost choked on nothing when you read his message. Pretending you didn’t care, you replied quickly.

You: oh no am I killing the mood?

H/N: I didn’t say that

You: ????

H/N: don’t take this the wrong way but if you ever thought about sending me nudes again now would be the time

You: are u crazy?? are you actually asking me for nudes rn

H/N: it was worth a try ok let’s go back to being best friends who would never hook up

If you were freaking out about his previous messages, this one made you lose your mind completely. What was he saying? As confused as you were, you were also equally as sexually frustrated as he seemed to be. So, without a second thought, you chose the latest underwear picture you had taken and sent it to H/N.

You: that’s the most you’ll get…I won’t send complete nudes

You stared at the three dots indicating that he was writing a message. It felt like five minutes had passed when he finally replied.

H/N: fuck you’re so hot

And then he sent another shirtless picture. His bulge was prominent against his pants and the sight of it didn’t exactly help you with the pent-up frustration inside of you. But maybe it didn’t need to, because apparently, he felt the same way about you. You wanted to tell him about it. But there was no way you would be sexting your best friend at 11 pm, horny and frustrated. You knew you’d regret it and you’d only end up being embarrassed the next day. With no idea what to send him instead, you opted for simply waiting to see if he would say something. But he didn’t. Whilst waiting, you looked at his picture again. His jawline, his shoulders, his abs…and his boner straining against his sweatpants. For a moment you wondered if he was thinking about you too. Was he imagining it was you who was touching him when his hand wrapped around his cock? The more you let your thoughts run free, the worse your frustration became. And before you knew it, your hand was between your legs.

~~~

The next day you went about your duties, trying hard to pretend the previous day had been nothing but a fever dream. Luckily, you weren’t going to see him for another few days, so you could already practice an explanation of why sending nudes to each other had been a crazy idea. You worried about whether you could ever be the same around him after what had happened. But no matter how hard you tried to come up with a good reason why you should never even mention it again, you couldn’t. You were best friends who found each other hot. So what? Things could be worse. By nighttime, you had changed your mind. You were in the process of getting ready for sleeping, when your phone vibrated on your nightstand. His name lit up the screen.

H/N: you up?

You: not for long…whats up

H/N: I’m sorry for what I said yesterday about us not hooking up and so on…I was tipsy and you know my loose lips when I’m drunk

You: there’s nothing you need to apologize for

H/N: I was being weird and creepy…you’re my best friend

You: and you’re mine…that doesn’t stop me from finding you attractive

H/N: so I didn’t creep you out asking you for nudes?

You: I sent them to you, didn’t I… so what do u think

H/N: btw…thanks for that

You: likewise

…

H/N: so you’d do it again?

You: you’re not drunk now are you?

H/N: no just horny

You: dude I was about to go to sleep

If this had been a random guy you were occasionally talking to, you would have declined the request right away. You were tired and didn’t exactly feel too confident in your physical state. Nonetheless, you walked over to your mirror, pulled your shirt up until your bare breasts were almost exposed, and snapped a picture. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he’d return the favor and send you something back, or the immense trust you had in him. Posing in different ways, you took a few more pictures before you jumped back onto your bed. Impulsively, you chose the pictures you liked best and sent them to your best friend.

You: the things I do for you

H/N: fuck you look so good

You: have you always thought like that about me?

H/N: have I always found you hot?

You: yeah

H/N: I mean I never not found you hot

You: thanks I guess??

H/N: maybe we should have done this way earlier

You: agreed

Your eyes widened when he sent you a picture. He was still in his underwear, but his hand was wrapped around his visibly hard member outlined by the dark fabric. You had wanted to sleep, but somehow after looking at the photo for a little too long, you were wide awake. Leaning against the headboard of the bed, you let your head imagine whatever came to your mind. Never before had you noticed how much you liked his hands. Or maybe it was a temporary thing, now that you were already thinking inappropriate thoughts. You imagined it was his fingers softly touching the inside of your thigh, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples. The first time you moaned his name quietly, your cheeks heated up. But the more you thought of him, and the more you allowed yourself to wish it was him between your thighs, the more natural his name sounded between your whimpers.

And the two of you didn’t stop there. You might haven’t had time to hang out with him for another week or so, but you were texting each other more than ever before. Almost every night, you sent pictures to each other. With every passing day and every time you came thinking about his body on top of yours, you became more comfortable. Your messages to each other turned dirtier with every day and every picture was a little riskier than the previous one. By the way you cried out his name every night, your neighbors must have thought you had gotten a new boyfriend. One that was exceptionally good in bed, by the sounds of it.

Now it was exactly one week and a day after you had first sent him a picture of you. You had just stepped out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around your body as you entered your bedroom.

One could’ve thought you were going to be less horny, the more time you spent texting him about your inappropriate thoughts. It should have gotten less exciting at some point, shouldn’t it? To you, it was the complete opposite. He was all your thought about at night. So when you noticed your phone on your bed, you couldn’t stop your urge. You grabbed it, unlocked it and went straight to your messages with him.

You: please tell me you’re alone

H/N: yeah I am…do u need something?

Even though his text might have sounded innocent to anyone else, considering what you had done for each other all week long, you instantly got excited.

You: I have a present for you but since you’re not here I’ll unwrap it for you

H/N: I love presents

You had taken multiple photos. Starting from your with a towel covered body, you had slowly revealed more skin to him, until you had dropped the fabric completely. In the last picture you were covering your nipples with one hand across your chest, making sure your slightly parted lips were in the frame as well. After you had pressed ‘send’, you got comfortable on your bedsheets, not so patiently waiting for his reply. You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind while you had been showering. Now you didn’t even need to touch yourself to know how dripping wet you already were.

H/N: this is what you do to me

You were surprised when you saw his message. He had attached a video. Up to that day, it had only been photos you had sent to each other. So, when you clicked the ‘play’ button, you almost felt nervous. But the nervousness changed into something wholly different within the first two seconds of the video. His hand was down his pants, clearly stroking himself. He wasn’t speaking, but even the simple sound of his breathing behind the camera made your head spin.

H/N: do you want more?

You: I wish you were actually here

A blink of an eye after you had sent the message, instant regret hit you. Had you crossed a line? There had never been serious talk of the two of you actually hooking up, although you surely had thought about it more than you wanted to admit.

H/N: me too

You sighed in relief. So he wasn’t thinking you were going too far.

H/N: but its late and we’ve got work tomorrow

You barely had time to even think about a reply. The sole fact that he was seriously considering coming over or letting you drive to his place right now only justified the saying “People want what they can’t get”.

You: you’re right…this will have to do

…

H/N: let me know if you need more

But you already had your hand between your legs, his name on the brink of falling off your lips.

The next day, you were surprisingly focused on your work. Of course, you thought of him. He was your best friend, after all. Who would you have been if you didn’t wonder what he was up to or if you didn’t wish he was having a nice day? But that was about it. No dirty thoughts, no random sexual frustration at 2 in the afternoon. That was, until your phone vibrated in your pockets and you opened his message.

H/N: wanna hang out at my place tonight?

It was finally Friday. After over a week of not seeing him, you didn’t just want to meet him because you wanted him sexually. You missed his silly jokes and the way he made you feel careless after a stressful day. So, needless to say, you agreed.

You weren’t sure what was going to happen. Were you just going to hang out, the way friends do? Were you even going to mention your texts to each other? Your nerves were going mad when you drove to his place in the evening. It was a weird feeling to have about your best friend, you had to admit. But then again, you had every right to after the past week.

When he opened the door for you, you didn’t feel half as awkward as you thought you would. His hug felt the way it always did, and his room still was like a second home to you.

“Do you wanna order take out?” he asked.

“What’s in your fridge?” you returned the question.

“If I’d have to guess I’d say two eggs, half a bottle of soda and some yogurt,” he said. You laughed, already pulling up an app to order some food.

“Take out it is,” you grinned, falling onto your stomach on his bed. He followed your example. His shoulder was touching yours while you tried hard to focus on scrolling through the different offers of meals. But your look was drawn to his hands too close to yours and from one moment to the other, your mind was flooded with sinful pictures. You thought of him here, in this very bed, jerking off to the thought of you. Taking pictures of himself so you could do the same. Too many times you had imagined your face buried in his pillows, letting him hear the way you had been crying his name all week long, being able to make him cum with your own body and feeling his lips on your skin. Was he thinking the same things right now? Was he also struggling to focus on the simplest tasks?

“You’ve been looking at that chicken for a while now. Are you gonna order it or not?” he asked, making fun of you. How were you going to sit here, waiting and then calmly eating your dinner as if nothing was different? When you didn’t reply, he grabbed your hands along with your phone, making you look at him. You couldn’t instantly read his expression. All you knew is that in six years of friendship, he had never once looked at you this way. Inevitably, your eyes went to his lips and back to his eyes.

“Aren’t we going to mention this whole nudes-sending situation at all?” he suddenly asked, grinning cheekily. “What? You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?”

You swallowed thickly. “Thinking about what, exactly?”

“How badly I wanted you last night,” he said. His face was close to yours. If you only bent forward slightly, you could kiss him.

“As in…now you don’t want me anymore?” you asked. He chuckled.

“Do you really think I didn’t want to push you against the closest wall and make out with you the second you stepped into my house today?” he asked.

“Then why didn’t you?” you asked, smirking and inching your lips closer to his. “Because I would have loved that.”

Instead of answering you, he finally leaned in to connect your lips. Within the first seconds you were moaning, and his tongue was on yours. You abandoned your phone on his sheets, swinging one leg over his waist to straddle him. He groaned into your mouth when you pushed your hips against his, your crotch rubbing over his bulge. Judging by the way you both reacted, neither of you had plans to take this slow.

His hands wandered over your sides and to your ass, squeezing it a little. You only moaned again, your fingers getting busy with his button up shirt. Teasingly, he bit your lip while he pushed your shirt higher, goosebumps rising on the skin he touched. His breathing became heavier when you let your hands roam his chest, pushing the fabric of his open shirt to the side eagerly. When you rolled your hips over his bulge again, you felt his erection more prominently than before, making you smile to yourself. For a moment you pulled away and pulled your shirt over your head.

“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he confessed, watching as you discarded your bra onto the floor.

“Me too,” you agreed. He had sat up as well, and you helped him remove his shirt eagerly. “I’ve been wondering what your hands feel like.”

At your words, he pulled you back on top of him, playing with your breasts softly. You reacted, leaning over him, so he could take one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimpered at the way his tongue pressed against your sensitive skin. He gave the same attention to the other side, his breath leaving behind a cold sensation where he had kissed you.

Then, you bent to his level again, lips meeting in a needy kiss. You let his tongue lead yours for a while. Meanwhile, your hands sneaked to the waistband of his sweatpants. He hissed into your mouth as you grabbed his length through his pants, palming him through the fabric.

“Are you still into biting?” you asked, referring to a late-night talk you had had in the past. He smirked, nodding. Softly, at first, you nibbled on his neck, occasionally licking and kissing him. You got the exact reaction you had expected when you bit him, not to harshly, but probably leaving a purple mark nonetheless. He moaned and threw his head back, only exposing more of his neck to you. As time went on, you made your way down his chest and his stomach, settling between his legs. As much as you enjoyed hearing his moans and attempts to make you hurry, you were just as impatient, if not worse.

In one go, you pulled down his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips so you could fully take the clothing off his legs. Your mouth watered at the sight of him below you.

“If you had told me two weeks ago, I would be sucking your dick today, I would have called you a clown,” you chuckled.

“Look how the tables have turned,” he said, laughing with you. But his expression hardened the moment your hand wrapped around his length. You stroked him a few times, before lowering your head. Your tongue licked a stripe up the side of his shaft, until you opened your lips just enough to take his tip into your mouth. He cursed under his breath when you batted your eyelashes at him.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he said.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” you asked, your hand continuously touching him.

“I like it maybe a little too much,” he said, only making you grin. His expression read pleasure, his brows furrowed and his lips hung slightly agape.

“There’s no such thing as liking something too much,” you said. Purposely, you watched his face when you wrapped your mouth around his cock, tongue pressing flat against the tip. Steadily, you bobbed your head, your hand covering the rest of his length. His thighs were flexing under your hands and his stomach was rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. He propped himself up on his forearms, watching you intently.

“This feels so much better when you do it,” he said, followed by a groan when his cock touched the back of your throat for a moment. Your hand was covered in your saliva by now, eyes tearing up a little bit, but you blinked the tears away quickly. Every time you pulled away a little, you made sure to swirl your tongue around the tip. Right away, you had noticed the way he hissed at that specific action. Again, he cursed under his breath and you made eye contact once more. His lips looked pink from where he had been biting them and his cheeks were slightly flushed a rosy color.

“Oh my god-,“ he moaned. “I’m so fucking close.”

You bobbed your head faster now. After another few seconds you pulled away, replacing your mouth with your hand. The muscles on his stomach were tense and he had his hands balled to tight fists next to his body. You enjoyed his moans for a while longer, before you could feel him twitch in your hands. When he reached his high, he let his body fall back, his arms no longer able to hold himself up to watch you. The evidence of his pleasure spilled onto his abs and you slowly let your hand come to a rest. One of his hands was swung over his forehead as he breathed heavily. When you looked up at him again, he still seemed exhausted but was grinning from ear to ear.

“Give me a second and I’ll return the favor,” he said, sitting up. At his words you realized once more how much you wanted him. Quickly, he cleaned himself up. As you rolled over to lay on your back next to his sitting figure, you yawned briskly, getting comfy in his sheets.

“You’re bored? If you want we can also just watch a movie, or if you feel like-,“ he said with raised eyebrows.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” You sarcastically laughed, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m open for whatever. Right after you’ve made me cum on this mattress.”

“Alright,” he chuckled, turning so he hovered over you. “I think we can arrange that.”

He went straight to kissing your stomach and hips, while he unzipped your pants for you. His kisses tickled you a little, but the sensation was quickly forgotten by how close his hand was to where you wanted him most. In order to let him take off your pants, you lifted your hips a little. When he had thrown your pants aside, he couldn’t hide the cocky grin on his face at the sight of your underwear.

“This looks familiar…where have I seen these before?” he asked innocently, placing his hand on the material. You flinched a little when his fingers hovered over your center. It was a fleeting touch, but the lack of attention had made you needier than you would have thought.

“Imagine I hadn’t accidentally sent you that first picture,” you said.

“I don’t even want to imagine that,” he said, his dramatic tone making you laugh a little. Abruptly, your laugh turned into a whimper when he pressed one of his fingers against your covered clit.

“I get that you’re in no rush anymore, but I’m not gonna lie, I am,” you said, wriggling against his hand. He chuckled again but seemed to obey your request. His hand slid into the hem of your underwear, fingers instantly coated in your juices. In response, you only hummed contently when he curled his digits against your clit. Within seconds you relaxed into his touch. You put one of your arms under your head and closed your eyes for a while. Now and then, he teased your core by almost pushing his fingers inside of you, but then not doing so. As frustrating as it was, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. With skill, he rolled your clit between his digits. His free hand pulled on your underwear slightly, but not quite enough for it to come off. You whined at his teasing, looking into his eyes with a pleading gaze. He watched your expression for a while, probably enjoying the fact that he finally had the real you underneath him, instead of having to stare at some photos on his cellphone. So he finally obliged, making you feel empty when he pulled his hand out of your soaked panties, but simultaneously thankful.

“You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this within the last week,” he said. Then, he lowered his head and took your clit into his mouth. You had only opened your mouth to reply, but the words seemed to be deleted from your brain before they had time to come out, replaced by empty curse words. He didn’t waste any time in taking it slow, but you couldn’t have minded less. When he inserted to of his digits into you, your toes curled in pleasure and relief. With the way you whimpered desperately whenever he curled them against your walls, he had found your sweet spot in almost no time.

For more than a week you had been imagining, demanding for his touch, so deeply that now you could barely think straight when you finally got what you wanted. His tongue could do so much better than your own fingers could ever satisfy you. It was the unpredictability that made this so much more enticing than when you touched yourself. Would he slow down for a while, giving your breathing time to calm down, only to suck on your swollen clit feverishly out of nowhere? Would he curl his fingers inside of you almost painfully slowly, or would he almost pull them out completely, only to slide them right back into your core, until your vision felt so blurry you had to close your eyes? The more you thought about how good he made you feel, the quicker you felt your orgasm approach. One of his hands softly stroked over your belly, a strong contrast to the way your insides seemed to tie themselves into a tight knot that took up all your attention.

“Oh my god- please don’t stop,” you only moaned. Of course he didn’t. He only hummed against your center, only adding to how incredible you felt. As much as you loved watching him between your legs, there was no force that could have kept your eyes from shutting anymore. Your back arched off the sheets and your hands tightened in pleasure when the familiar feeling washed over your mind. You whimpered and struggled hard to keep your legs from closing around his head. For a few seconds you were blinded by the bliss, until your sensitivity began to set in. You softly pushed his head with your fingers in his hair, and he slowed down and drew back.

It took you a while to come down and until your breathing had regained its normality. Your eyelids fluttered open, while he plopped down next to you. He swung one of his arms around your waist, an action he had done multiple times in the past – only now neither of you was wearing clothes.

“That was amazing,” you said. “And here I thought I’d forever regret sending you that photo.”

He chuckled. “Agreed. So, what do you say? Are we able to focus on what to order for takeout now?”

You nodded and laughed, hoping this instance wouldn’t be the last time this happened between you two.

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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To light a candle is to cast a shadow

Dannymay Day 9: Candlelight

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TW: Major Character Death

Danny had never been to a funeral before. Never in a million years would he have imagined this one would be his first. He was surrounded by his classmates and teachers and friends. His parents were sniffling quietly off to the while Jazz was a little more open with her grief. He felt so much, like he was a balloon ready to burst that he’d circled back to numbness. All he could do was stare at the gentle flickers of the candles people were holding. And like a candle, Danny was acutely aware of how quickly a life could be snuffed out.

“Danny, pay attention, it’s rude to space out at a place like this,” Tucker whispered in his ear. Danny squeezed his eyes shut at the sound of his best friend’s voice.

“Sorry, I,” he whispered back, “this is harder than I thought it’d be.” Sam looked over her shoulder at them. She looked worse than he’d ever her, greasy hair pulled back in a low tail, eyes sallow and not a trace of gothic makeup. It would have smudged with the tears anyway. She was wearing black as always but this time out of grim necessity. If it was hard for him he can only imagine how she was feeling right now.

“Poor Sam,” Tucker huffed. “We should go stand by her, let her know she’s not alone.”

“Yeah just, let’s give it a minute,” Danny said quietly back. “This has been a lot, how are you feeling, Tuck?”

“Oh you know,” Tucker chuckled, moving around to Danny’s other side. “Larger than life.” Danny bit his lip and looked down at the candle held in his shaking hands. He could see ice creeping up the sides, it would go out entirely if he didn’t keep it under control. He’d already let one light go out due to his negligence.

“Not now,” was all Danny could say. He kept his eyes low so he didn’t have to confront his friend’s green skin and glowing red eyes.

“Oh so only the half ghost can make dead jokes?” Tucker said with an audible eyeroll. He floated back around to Danny’s front but he could still see through the ghost to Mr. Lancer giving a weeping statement. “Come on, lighten up. It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”

“Tuck please,” Danny pleaded, a sad keening sound that sounded pathetic to his ears. He saw Star turn to look at him and offer a sad, sympathetic smile before turning back to the speech. “Please, just, can this wait until after the vigil?”

“You don’t have to be sad, dude, it’s not like I’m really gone,” Tucker chuckled. “It doesn’t even hurt. I mean it did, alot, for a second there but then it was over with. Easy. Just think of it as Team Phantom upgraded one of its members!”

“It’s not the same,” Danny frowned, “it’s not, things aren’t going to be the same.”

“And why not?” Tuck said with an eerie edge to his voice. “Danny is the same as Phantom, why can’t it be the same for me?” He grinned and his teeth had sharp edges. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of me again? Afraid I’ll have better, cooler powers as a full ghost?”

“Tuck, you’re dead,” Danny stressed quietly, almost choking on the words he never wanted to say. “You were so brave and so stupid and tried to hack into the school’s PA system while Technus was inside and it... electrocuted you to death.”

“Haha yeah, we really are bros in everything, we even died the same way.” Tucker laughed, watching as Sam was discreetly wiping at her eyes. “Whatever happened to Techy? Things got kinda fuzzy there for a while.”

“Technus is gone,” Danny deadpanned. “When I found you, when I smelled that mix of ozone and cooked flesh I sort of lost it.” He’ll never get that god awful smell out of his mind. He remembered it from his own accident and smelling it again, paired with his best friend’s corpse and Technus’s idiotic ranting in his head. The next thing he remembered was Sam screaming over Tucker’s body and his hands covered in ectoplasm. Technus’ ectosignature had been entirely obliterated.

“Oh hardcore, shoulda done the scary eyes when you said it. It would’ve had more of an impact.” Tucker turned to him with his beaming red eyes, so close yet slightly off from his normal looks. “Hey that means there’s an opening for a technology ghost around these parts. I gotta think of a name, someway to combine Tech and Tuck. I’ll think of it, I mean I have the rest of eternity.”

“Are you sure you want to stay?” Danny asked seriously, finally looking his dead friend in the eye. He was a new ghost, barely had an ectosignature and wouldn’t for at least another few months. Danny was the only one here who could see the ghost haunting his own candlelight vigil. A boy, a friend, gone far too soon. “You could move on, find your peace. Haunting Amity Park forever hardly sounds like a dream come true, I’ve only done it a year and I’m sick of it.”

“Peace? I’m 15, Danny. Peace was never an option.” Tucker lounged until his was floating on his back. He passed through Mikey and Kwan both of whom shivered at the contact. He playfully batted at Sam’s ponytail and she stiffened, like she was doing everything to hold back tears. Sam might not be able to see him but she knew Tuck almost as well as Danny did, knew what a prankster he was. Or at least they had known him. Now Danny doesn’t know quite who or what he’s looking at.

“I’ll hang around with you guys until my core’s stronger then I can pick up some of the ghost butt kicking slack. Amity will have two awesome ghostly superheroes. Or at least until you get bored or old or whatever. Then it’ll just be me, Techer.” He made a face, “oh god that’s awful, forget that one.”

Danny almost smiled, despite everything because with Tuck in front of him chatting as usual, he’d almost forgotten. For a second, the smell and the charred, contracted limbs and Mr and Mrs. Foley’s wailing when they heard the news almost seemed like a far away nightmare. Then Tuck floated forward and clapped his hand around the flame on Danny’s candle, snuffing it out.

“The wax was about to drip onto your hand, you’re welcome, dude,” Tuck preened with his sharpened teeth and glowing aura. “I already got this hero thing down pat.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Danny said wanly. Mrs. Foley got up now and was talking about what a good, considerate son she had. How she was going to miss him every day. Tucker watched her speak with a polite, distant face like she was talking about some character in a story written long ago. He was here, he remembered but there was a palpable disconnect between the Tuck of old and his ghost. Danny wondered how long it would be before his friend was gone entirely, consumed by amnesia and obsession.

“Ugh Danny,” Tuck huffed, crossing his arms petulantly. “Can you cut it out with the waterworks? I’m right here after all.” But he wasn’t, not really. What was in front of him was an echo. Tuck was here but not all of him came along for the ride. The rest, the part that Danny had cherished and relied on for most of his life, was at the morgue ready to be buried in the morning. Closed casket obviously.

Yeah, his friend was still here but death had changed him, like it had changed Danny. And he was going to see a constant reminder of his friend’s death in his face every day until one of them decided to move on. Moments would pass and feel like normal only for him to realize that something vital had been lost. Like a candle casting a shadow, lacking all the warmth and life of the real thing.

#dannymay2021 #major character death #I'm so sorry fam #I wasnt gonna do a prompt today but it came to me in the bath #the first line just grabbed me by the throat #fastest Ive ever dried off and started typing I swear #anyway hiiiiii happy dannymay #tucker foley

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mitsukui · 3 years

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blessed be the mystery of love. | f.w.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader.

Summary: Fred Weasley seems to be a new boy: he has fallen in love, and a couple of unexpected things have come along with it. Apparently, his recently discovered romantic interest has never heard of him, and he is now someone who...writes...love letters?! Well, that is surely weird...

Word Count: 2k.

Warnings: none!

Disclaimer: none of the pictures used in the edit below belong to me; I simply put them together.

A/N: this is probably my favorite so far! I’ve been working on it for such a long time, so I hope you all enjoy it! I’m honestly such a sucker for soft Fred...Please, leave me some feedback if you feel like it! My askbox is open for your opinions, thoughts and requests. Thank you so much for your time and attention ❤

Masterlist!

Dark brown eyes studied your silhouette surreptitiously, which was utterly uncommon for their owner. One who once was daring now hid behind heart-felt walls that looked like you. A flirtatious behavior had been replaced by occasional stuttering and disinterest in other romantic affairs.

People around him could effortlessly notice the situation was taking its toll on him. However, they seemed too dumbfounded by it to say something – words were long gone from their lips, and from his own as well.

Fred Weasley had fallen desperately in love, but you were unaware of his existence.

Somehow, it sounded ironic: how could you not know about him?! Every single soul in Hogwarts knew who he and his twin were, and he enjoyed such a thing. Unlike his slightly younger identical brother, Fred was one to enjoy popularity and attention. He sought fame and recognition, and he would never complain if a few hookups came along with that.

And, yet, there you were – iridescent and untouchable. You were forcefully popping novel thoughts into his mind. Would you ever lay eyes on him? And if you ever did, what would you think and feel?

It was high time you noticed him, and he could only count on himself to make it happen.

Fred desired to make a different approach, one you had not yet seen. His eyes had captured a few other admirers here and there trying to get your heart, but none of them had achieved success. He ought to be the one to do that.

And love letters would most certainly help him get there.

Writing letters was an arduous task, and it consumed all of his energy. His quill scribbled fiercely against fragments of parchment, heavy sighs filled the silence around him, and every inch of his skin burned in longing and embarrassment. George could be easily found doing something like that; but not Fred. He could be found causing mischief or attaching his lips to someone else’s.

Nevertheless, there he was, combining words and allowing the dark paint to splash against the paper in order to pour his heart out.

His first letter was short – hesitant, almost; after all, it was impossible for him to know how you would react to the approach he had chosen. He had put so much effort into it, despite the small number of words and expressed feelings. It was crystal clear you deserved bigger things; even so, that scenario was entirely atypical to him.

He was just as disoriented as you were when a barn owl dropped an almost unimportant-considered envelope right in front of you, interrupting your breakfast in the Great Hall one morning.

He had been eyeing the owl entrances for a little while when he finally was able to spot the one he had previously picked for you. His lips trembled nervously, and his fingers traveled straight up. Lately, he had been developing a habit of biting his fingernails whenever he was anxious, and anxiety was the only emotion possible for that morning.

What if you ended up not liking the note? Maybe you would think he could be a creep or something similar to that. It was unknown whether you had a significant other or not. Were his words good enough? Would you ever look at him like he so lovingly looked at you?

One of your hands curiously reached out for the envelope while the other one briefly fed the owl. You furrowed your eyebrows together as your eyes ran through the lines: it was a tad difficult to read whatever was written on the parchment, given the handwriting was not one of the best. However, you managed to decode the message, and a smile soon spread across your lips. Despite the distance Fred watched you from, the boy could swear that even a small giggle spilled out from your lips.

The small note read something along the lines of:

“To the one who is now devouring my heart.

I mean no harm. My feelings are of pure admiration.

You are gold.

I hold you in my thoughts.

- W.”

The words he had previously written rang in his brain, and he felt ridiculous. He had never had a good relationship with words, writing, or anything related to that. Why on Earth had he chosen to write you a love letter? You were probably laughing at the stupidity that the note was drenched in.

You allowed both your curiosity to dwell in your core and your eyes to analyze the people who crowded the Great Hall that morning. You studied all the possibilities, and you did not notice Fred Weasley. He felt invisible and, for the first time, he enjoyed it.

After that, a second love letter was written. And then a third one, and even a fourth one, too! He grew bold once again, and his secret passion became stronger.

One day, dizzy due to his recently rediscovered boldness, he allowed his quill to dance against the parchment as he wrote you a fifth letter. This one was different from all the previous ones; he still offered you his heart and tried making you realize how much he secretly admired you. But there was something more to it – he sent you something else other than the letter alone.

The arrival of the usual owl in another freezing morning in Hogwarts quickly muffled the chatting and cutlery noises that hovered over every person in the Great Hall. It barely took you one second to smile at the sight, which caused Fred to smile himself – he absolutely adored your smile.

Those anonymous letters had become part of your daily routine, and they were something you eagerly waited for. Being both a Hogwarts student and a teenager at the same time was no easy duty. Your spirit tended to get overwhelmed from time to time, and you found yourself turning to the anonymous letters for an escape from the reality that surrounded you.

However, as soon as you brushed your fingertips against the envelope, you felt an additional weight to it, something that had never been there before. Attempting to waste no time, you reached for the letter, and a smile did not fail to paint your face; it was so easy for him to make you smile, even though you still did not know who he was.

“I must know whatever fills your heart once your eyes reach the very last word in each of my letters.

Would you mind wearing this little thing if you are not bothered by me and my confessions?

It is small and simple, but it is given to you with love.

As always, I hold you in my thoughts.

- W.”

And then, you finally saw it: a tiny decorative pin, which you figured it out as to be put on your robes. It was shaped as a white envelope sealed with a red heart. You disagreed with the words written on the letter, once you did not see it as something simple. It was beautiful. It was your new favorite thing. It was attached to your robes in the flash of an eye. And how it could not be?!

You profoundly enjoyed his secretive actions. For you, it was extremely sweet that someone admired you so much that they chose to sit down and write you comforting and loving words. A pure energy radiated from every single thing he had sent you, and you wished for an identity reveal. You wished to discover whoever your secret admirer was only to confess you also admired them, mostly because of the sweetness existing in their personality.

It was high time you solved this mystery, and you could only count on yourself to make it happen.

When his sixth letter arrived, you had one of your own as well. You did not bother reading his words right away; after all, you had more important things to do. The barn owl was distracted by one of your hands, offering it small pieces of buttered toast, while the other tied the words you had previously written up its leg.

“Can you do this for me?” You whispered gently to the animal standing close to you. As funny as it sounded, you had grown fond of that owl in a way, too. “Take this back to the one who’s been sending you to me, alright? I promise you I won’t peek! I’m asking them to meet me tonight, in Classroom Eleven. Do you think they will come?” An airy chuckle left your lips and you swore your heart was melting at how much attention the owl seemed to be paying to your words. Before it took off, the animal playfully nibbled your fingers and your smile grew wider.

Like promised, you did not allow yourself to look wherever the owl was going to. All of your curiosity was being saved for later that night. There was no way for you to know if he would ever show up, and that hurt your insides a bit. What if it had all been a cruel joke?

The same wonders that once had haunted his brain now haunted yours.

But the night did not cease to fall, and the moon did not cease to shine. It was terribly cold, but your feet still automatically took you to Classroom Eleven, one of the classrooms that were hardly ever used for classes or any other purposes. It was a risky place, given the fact that it was of so easy access. However, you thought the possibility of getting caught was rather exciting. So you entered the classroom, as quietly as you could manage, and you waited.

Fred, on the other hand, could feel his stomach being punched repeatedly by a thousand of invisible hands. He was painfully apprehensive, and one of the signs that revealed that was his constant pacing in a deserted hallway.

He obviously would never stand you up, but the thought of running away popped up in his brain a few times. This was an extremely ridiculous behavior for someone like him. And even though he knew he had to get it done, he was still so intimidated by it all.

“Just rip it off like a band-aid.” The boy whispered to himself, his steps finding a slower pace and his hands being shoved into his pockets. Deep breaths were taken and he was finally able to gather all the courage he needed to walk towards and enter the classroom.

Your body was resting against an empty desk, which it seemed like it had not been used in years. Staring out the window, you secretly wished you had worn something better for that moment; perhaps, your pajamas and a long knitted cardigan over them had not been the best choice.

When you were about to start your seventh mental curse about your idiot choices, hesitant knocks on the door made a mess out of your line of thoughts. They came as a warning that things were about to either go very well or terribly bad.

And, then, a long silence followed. Both of you panicked, each one on a different side of the wooden door. You wondered if you should answer something to the knocks, he wondered if he should have said something. Your body was straightened up, and you suddenly realized your hands were getting slightly sweaty.

He opened the heavy door so slowly that, as you watched it, you could see your life flashing right in front of your eyes.

Finally, you spotted something in the dark. Peeking through the door, your eyes captured the sight of locks of an orange marmalade shaded hair entering the classroom. Right then and there, you felt like everything had just gained a new and brighter light.

You were breathless. The boy timidly standing there, still a bit far away from you, was the most stunning human you had ever seen.

His dark eyes observed you, both curiosity and fear being expressed wordlessly. He attempted to aim a small smile at you, which you gladly accepted and offered him another smile back.

After a few moments of intense stares and exchanged grins, your voice finally cut the comfortable silence that had been set between the two of you.

“The wonders are finally ceased.”

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melloian · 3 years

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Miraculous Ladybug Reboot Explanation

Alright, so i thought about that a summary or short passage about my Au as whole wasn’t enough explanation. Au introduction page was just little so, i wanted to explain more.

What is Miraculous Ladybug Reboot?

Miraculous ladybug reboot is an Au where its a mixture of the original and the concepts but in my own take/version of it.

Why you made Miraculous Ladybug Reboot?

Am late to the party but, Miraculous Ladybug has been going down hill lately. They continuously ruining characters and milking this series. They think its funny to show Marinette being a creep 24/7. And Adrien clearly have little personality and hardly show him (its really bad now in season 4, though lies show his own screentime.) Worst part, Thomas astruc can’t take criticism and blocks people (am aware some people attacks him for no reason). So i decided to make this that kinda erase the terrible things that happened in Miraculous Ladybug.

About Miraculous Ladybug Reboot

(copied and pasted from Au Introduction page)

14 years old teenage girl name Marinette Dupain-Cheng was once a normal student at Françoise Dupont Highschool. One day, Marionette was helping with parents by cleaning the attic. Marinette found a music box on the floor. She look around, decided to pick it up, and put it in her pocket. Afterwards, she decided to open the box in the her room, finding black earrings inside. She decided to try on the earrings and suddenly a creature came out of the box. The creature introduced themselves as Tikki and explained those earrings. Afterwards, Marinette decided to become a superhero known as Ladybug.

Changes

Both of the main characters getting equal amount of screentime

if the show was really about feminisms, then they show that woman and man equal. Both strong in both ways doesn’t matter. This also includes screentime.

Removing Marinette's creepiness and suffering.

(yes am using this picture, still the worst thing i ever seen in this entire show)

Her being obsessive creepy stalker is obviously not ok and teaches kids to think that doing this is ok. So am just going remove that, and keep the idea that she have a crush on him.

other thing that’s wrong if the fact they just keep making Marinette suffer and have too much stress for a teenager. She does too much work for hero, does bakery, babysits and etc. The worse of all is making her guardian. because of all this, she had to tell Alya her secret for emotional support (or something else). Am removing this because its too much stress for teen and it makes me think she have suicidal thoughts and just keeping a smile on her face around people.

Speaking of Guardian...

Marinette will not be a Guardian

Yea, i see nothing good about her being a guardian. If anything it ruins the outcome of the entire point of love square. Even worst, she’ll just forgot Adrien anyway if she quits being guardian.

Not so much heroes

Having too many heroes takes too much time with just saying. You can’t really develop all those heroes at all. So i have shorten it out to only 5.

Chloe actually having a Development

Look idc if a creator makes a character go through Treason arc. However, the way Chloe arc was written, it definitely wasn’t a Treason arc. If anything it looked like a development but the team acting like she never had one. So am just going to do the bully to antihero to hero arc scenario.

Lila being a part of the main antagonist

So basically i wanted her to be the one who starts a rival but is truly a villain who secretly hiding something from everyone.

People is not going get akumantized repeatedly as different forms instead some one else get akumantized.

I rather for the person to be akumantized either once or twice. Not the 100th time. It makes hawk moth look like a joke. So i will make it where Hawk Moth would give up the person after once or twice and attempts to find some one who can be strong enough to beat Ladybug or chat noir.

When Hawk moth defeated, there be another main villain.

There be 7 main villains in total. All them deals with controlling some one emotion. Expect for the last one, which is like the “final” boss of the series.

Nathalie being anti-villain but still the antagonist

I wanted to see if i can write assistant betraying their boss. At the same time, being evil just for the sake of their boss. Sorry gabenath shippers.

Some adults being smart for once.

Can we just agree that most of the adults in this show shares the same braincell awhile all the teenagers are smart? Idk, they just easily gullible to lila’s lie and expel Marinette without any proof or something to know she did it.

There’s not just controlled villains, there’s villains just being villains.

Not every villain is going akumantized, in fact, there will be villains who just evil on their own. They pretty much attack the city and stuff like akumanzatied villains do. This is so that it will balance out the akumanzations.

The villains usually comes in a certain time. Like day, afternoon, noon, or night.

Specials are apart of the story, the heroes will learn something, and the heroes will later will come back.

If the heroes going go to different cities, i want them to at least learn something from it.

Unifications would not exist for other kwamis, it will only for 2 kwamis only which its definitely not the ladybug or cat miraculous.

Unifications are op not going lie. There’s no weakness between the powers or weaken the other. The weakness it have is making the user go out of control if consume too many kwamis. I might be wrong though.

So i will only use it for 2 kwamis only (which is not going be said for right now).

Alya not being a hardcore Adrien x Marinette shipper

It gets annoying if your bestfriend really wants you and your crush to be together so badly and forces you into uncomfortable spots where your crush is at. Even your friend becomes a hypocrite for a straight minute. I have to erase this so that Alya can be actual friend.

Gay characters that are in relationship actually treated like a relationship instead of a very good best friend thing.

I just want to them actually feel like they in actual relationship.

The guardians mentor their heroes if they have soon experienced enough.

I don’t know, wang fu doesn’t really train anyone or be a good guardian for once. Now he’s gone.

Zoe being an secret agent instead of a hero

Before you call me a zoe hater, i just want to say this. Zoe entire existence doesn’t make sense. She was never mentioned in the show until season 4. Audrey cheating also doesn’t add up either and causes more plot holes. So i made it where zoe is secret agent from new york who was tasked to go France. She lied about being chloe’s half sister (and other things) just so she get near to her mission. Which leads to another villain soon.

Felix not being a cousin nor evil

I don’t like how they made felix evil at all. It just feels like insult for the fans who asked him to be in it in the first place. So i made Felix Adrien's brother whose not evil but just gloomy.

Stormy weather being a separate entity

I think it will be cool to see her as a separate villain instead of akumantized one.

Some characters will be either changed or deleted.

Characters will be changed since it is a reboot thing, however some may be deleted because i either don’t like them, can’t find a way how to write them, or they seem pointless character in general.

Viperion is still exist but in a different way

i think its best not to explain this one until later

Superheroes (not miraculous heroes) were created by a mage.

I think is best to not explain this one either until later

Added things

Species

There’s going be more species instead of Superhumans, Kwamis, and Humans. It so that the universe can be expanded.

Dimensions

(lol portals)

Dimensions existed for bigger plot points in the story. It also another way to expand the universe some how. The only way to enter dimensions is by portals or keys.

Types of kwamis

There will be types of kwamis. Like animal kwami, mythical kwami, dark kwami, hoilday kwami and corrupted kwami.

There will also be guardian for each type.

More types of akumanzation/amokzations

As i said eariler, there be more villains with more controlling type powers.

Daroness

Daroness is faraway villain that is owned by Rodrigue. Hawk moth works there as the chairman, making missions for the villains that works for him. However, he doesn’t akumantize people in this place, he does it in his lair instead. Welp, that’s all for now. Thanks for reading :)

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔡 (𝔪)

aged up!shinsou hitoshi x fem!reader

summary: shinsou wants to make you into the perfect lover for him

warnings: tw noncon, tw yandere, tw kidnapping, tw mindbreak, tw starvation, blood, humiliation, nsfw, marking, knife play, use of quirk

word count: 3.5k

you’re too stubborn.

shinsou hates how you keep your teeth gritted tightly together every time he comes down into the basement. sometimes you don’t even look at him and he thinks it’s stupid, to be honest. your ankles and wrists are red with the plastic zip ties digging in so deep, bounding your limbs together. you’ve been like this for almost a week now and yet you don’t respond to him ever. even when he has the kindness to bring you food and water. he sits there and spoons it into your mouth so kindly, even blowing on the hot porridge so it doesn’t scald you and you? you’re still so fucking rude, so fucking ungrateful you only open your mouth to take the morsels. you don’t even meet his violet eyes. even when he sits there and talks to you in a low, calm voice- he doesn’t want to scare you- and tells you of how once you’re better adjusted you can come upstairs, live with him happily, be a good lover to him like it should be, the very reason he brought you here, you just stare at your bound feet, frowning.

so you won’t speak to shinsou. that’s fine. he has other ways of breaking your stupid, weak mind without his quirk. he’ll break every fibre of your resistance till you’re begging for him.

you’re not sure of time in the basement, every hour vague and only indicated by the amount of golden sunlight that creeps in through the tiny window for just a few measly hours. not that it's very helpful; the steel bars nailed to it just makes you feel sicker, a cruel reminder of what this situation is. the little slivers of sunlight you can glimpse are just taunts, so close but so far to grasp when you’re tied up. but just as expected, you hear the clicking of a key being turned in a lock, the creaking of the door opening as light floods the cold stone stairs. there’s a flicker and the single lightbulb swaying from the ceiling floods with that bleak orange light that’s enough to induce a headache if you stare at it for too long.

the next day, shinsou doesn’t look at you when he enters. he places the tray down on the floor, biting back a smile at your grimace. it’s meagre, the porridge not even filling half of the bowl and the glass of water only filled two thirds of the way up. usually he sits with you and feeds you every morsel, stroking your cheeks clean when they get messy, holds the glass of water steady in his hands to your lips. but not today. he slides the tray to you dismissively and turns to leave. he waits till he’s back upstairs and the door to lock before he’s laughing at your satisfied smirk. why do you think this is a blessing? it won’t last long. you won’t last long.

shinsou misses lunch. or rather he eats it alone in his dining room and lets you miss it because he doesn’t come downstairs with home-cooked food and water like he usually does. he doesn’t come downstairs with some tea either to sip as he chats away to you, leaving pauses of silence where he expects you to reply but you don’t. well, that’ll change soon.

by the fifth day, you look exhausted. your face is already thinner, dark rings shadowing your eyes and your lips cracked with dehydration but shinsou expects it; how can you possibly look healthy, like you’re not approaching death when you’re just given only enough food and water to merely survive? your body’s eating away at itself- after all, scraps of cold porridge isn’t nutritious enough. before it was varied meals- he doesn’t want his love unhealthy- but why should you deserve fruits and chicken and vegetables now when you’re so fucking ungrateful? but you always stare at him with wide eyes whenever he enters, following his every move but you don’t say anything so he doesn’t either. nonetheless he feels a thrill of satisfaction, seeing the way you’re decaying already without him. but he knows you deserve it, that he’s just breaking down your hard layers of being such a stubborn bitch. eventually he’ll reach the softness inside. he’s just adjusting you, shaping you into his perfect woman.

he indulges himself that night by staying in the corner of the basement, watching the way you lap at the bowl of porridge with your hands restrained like a pathetic dog. he smiles when you try to drink the little water that’s there in the glass only it clatters over, spilling all over the grimy floor. poor you. you’re so pathetic, so thirsty, so desperate you lick it all up anyway. he’s never felt such a thrill before, seeing your humiliation burn away the shreds of your pride.

by the third week you’re whimpering every time he’s coming downstairs. he’s reduced your mealtimes to once a day and it’s always so hard to hold back a triumphant smirk with every whimper he hears leak from you. what happened to your resistance? but good riddance anyway, he never liked it much. and you look so pretty too with the tears clinging to your lashes as you look at him so pleadingly, not that he can appreciate it for too long because it’s better to look straight past you, to pretend you don’t exist. you always cry much louder after he slams the cellar door shut.

shinsou can see the splinters in you. you’re starting to break apart. but he needs the final blow, the final blow to break you apart completely. then you’ll be the perfect lover for him.

he doesn’t visit you for three days on the fifth week. it’s cruel but it makes him smile when he hovers near that cellar door. sometimes you’re screaming. sometimes you’re oddly quiet. but he knows you must be spiralling in a dark abyss of your own mind- the lack of human interaction letting the dark pits of your mind leach out like poison, the darkness of the cellar only inviting you further into the blackness of your mind, the hunger degenerating you till you’re consumed by your most primal instincts.

and it serves you right, shinsou thinks as he’s indulging in his own dinner in a well-lit kitchen whilst your faint screams are barely audible but there to him, like background music to his lonesome dinner.

on the third day he decides to come downstairs, to see how deep you’ve fallen. you’re lying pathetically on the floor, staring into thin air with wide, bloodshot eyes. you’ve not slept at all judging by the darkness circling your eyes, the gauntness of your face. the red scratches lining your tear stained cheeks and the clumps of hair threaded through your fingers say enough. shinsou almost feels sad- you’d been so pretty when you first ‘arrived’ looking so healthy with your full cheeks and bright eyes widened in fear but he thinks you look beautiful like this too when you look so weak, so /broken/. only he can fix you now.

you scramble at his approaching figure, kneeling with wide eyes as he comes closer with a glass of water. he looks at you and you don’t break away, not even when he holds the glass of water to your cracked, bloodied lips and you’re clawing at his hands with your own bound limbs, gulping down the water you’ve missed for almost three days. you’re clinging to him the best you can, water dribbling down your chin and panting heavily when he takes the empty glass away.

shinsou rises to walk away but stops when he feels a feeble tug on the cuff of his pants, making him stop as he slowly turns to look at you.

“please.” you’re speaking for the first time he’s brought you here. your voice is hoarse but it sounds so sweet to finally hear it, making his eyes flutter shut momentarily to appreciate it. that’s before your sobs are filling the basement, echoing off the hard walls as you cling to him. “please, please, don’t leave me! don’t go! don’t leave me here alone! please!” you’re babbling now, each begging weep only making shinsou’s heart swell more. you look so pretty with those tears streaming down your face, filled with shameless desperation. it’s pathetic, how quickly you went from being the woman to shoot him nasty glares to now begging at his feet to not leave you, to be completely needy for him.

he knew you’d be like this, how you’d eventually come to love him.

shinsou crouches down, smiling as he takes you into his arms and brushing the messy strands out of your tear-stained face, cooing and shushing you as you sob into him.

“it’s okay, i’m here, my love. i’m not going anywhere.” he murmurs in your ear over your sobs, rubbing circles into your back soothingly. “i love you, why would i leave you?”

“shinsou-” you break off, your sobs suddenly ceasing even though the silent tears still stream down your cheeks. you’re staring at him blankly, body still as he smiles, gentle but coarse fingers stroking away the tears.

“so beautiful when you cry, my darling. kiss me.” he murmurs before he’s leaning in to taste your lips.

they’re cracked and dry, metallic with dried blood but shinsou doesn’t care as he presses his to yours, his eyes fluttering shut. they’re cold but you’re kissing him back, placid and obedient in his arms as he savours you, cradling you close. this is what it should’ve always been like, you kissing him with the same love he has for you, not shunning him, not staring at him with disgust. you’d called him ‘dangerous’ for his quirk the first time he told you he loved and now do you finally see? he’s using his powers for good.

you lie back against the thin mattress shinsou provided you when he pushes you down, sitting back to take the small pocket knife from his pocket and cut through the plastic zip ties. how perfect. you’re lying there unbound for the first time in weeks and you’re not even trying to run, just staring up at the ceiling as he straddles you. he’s kissing you, not even caring how well you reciprocate in your brainwashed state but you don’t fight him when he runs his hands along your body, groping your clothed tits as he pleases and dragging his hands down to the waistband of your pants as he moans into your mouth.

“you’re so good like this, baby. just like my perfect doll.” he coos, letting his fingers stroke your clothed core. you stare at him, your eyes so glazed and empty but it’s okay, he knows in your pretty head you’re thinking of how much you love him, of how grateful you are to have him. after all, how would you survive without him? “you love me now, don’t you? i’ll reward you for being so perfect for me.” he rips your thin top apart, gasping a little at the sight of your pretty tits pebbling in the cold air of the basement.

“so beautiful for me.” he breathes as he traces kisses along the column of your throat. you don't deny him kissing down your chest, letting him reach your right nipple. he wraps his lips around the swollen bud, tongue flicking over it as he rolls the other between his fingers, smiling against your skin at the little dazed sigh that leaves you even when you’re completely under his control. it must mean you want this, shinsou realises as he switches to the other breast, sucking and nibbling and placing a small tender kiss on the erect bud before he’s moving down to your lower half.

he smiles at you but you don’t return it as you stare at him, not even following his movements of tugging down your pants. he grins at the sight of your bare pussy, prising your legs apart to reveal your folds that has him groaning.

“you look so beautiful for me spread out like this, my darling.” he moans against your skin, pressing soft kisses to the sensitive insides of your thighs. even with your body detached from your mind, you’re still twitching in shinsou’s hold, little breathy gasps escaping you. he smiles- you like this, there’s no way your mind is screaming at you to stop this, to do something- anything- begging yourself to just move any of your numb frozen limbs even if you just can’t.

“what a pretty, little cunny you have.” shinsou coos, sliding his fingers along your folds. “you’re going to make me feel real good, aren’t you?” you don’t reply but he’s certain you’re saying yes in your mind, that you’re not sobbing internally with protest. he licks his fingertips, coating it with his saliva to rub at your clit, smiling at how your folds become damp and the bud becomes swollen and red. you don’t move except for little twitches, your chest rising with heavier pants. you’re burning internally, hating your body for betraying you, hating shinsou for this.

“so good, you’re getting ready for me, aren’t you?” he breathes, hovering over your face with a sadistic grin. “you’re going to take my cock so well, aren’t you?” he kisses you as his fingers continue to rub at your clit till you’re wet enough for him so slide a finger through your folds, groaning in unison with you at the feeling of your walls clinging to him. he watches your blank face with intrigue, smiling at the little flickers of expression when he curls his finger, pressing it against your spongy walls. he chuckles at your little unrestrained whines when he adds a second and then a third, all whilst rubbing your clit, bringing you closer to an orgasm.

“you’re wrapping around my fingers so well, i can only imagine how good you’ll feel around my cock.” shinsou teases as your wet walls clench around his fingers tighter, making it hard for his fingers to fuck into your dripping cunt. “you’re going to cum, aren’t you? go on, cum all over my fingers.” soft moans leave you as you convulse around him, your tranquil body twitching with the pleasure of a hazy orgasm. loud squelching noises echo off the cold, hard walls as you drench his fingers in your cum. shinsou watches you carefully, his grin growing wider till finally your body jerks with the final wave of pleasure and your eyes shoot open, blazing with horror as you scream. you scramble for his fingers still soaked inside your wet cunt but he’s quick to push you down with his free hand, straddling your naked body with three fingers still stuffed in your sensitive, quivering hole.

“don’t scream so loud, my darling.” he purrs in a lazy voice, smiling as he leans down towards you. “you’re going to ruin that pretty voice of yours.” you gasp as you fall quiet, still panting with both the fear and the aftermath of your orgasm, bottom lip trembling as shinsou suckles and nibbles on it gently.

“shinsou,” you croak. your voice is barely there but it’s okay, it’s less opportunity for you to be that overconfident, stuck-up bitch you used to be and more of an obedient lover. “get off me, please.” he shushes you, stroking your cheek as he removes his fingers from your wet cunt to slide them into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you.

“no, you love me now, don’t you?” you don’t reply, only fresh tears filling your eyes as you lie beneath him. you don’t have the energy to fight back, even if your mind is screaming. your body’s frail from no food or water, your mind plagued with fear of abandonment, starvation, loneliness that you’re nothing but a hole for shinsou now. he doesn’t even have to use his quirk. “you were begging for me not to leave you, y/n. do you want me to go?” you shake your head quickly, letting out a desperate sob and he shushes you with a soft kiss to your forehead. he knows you need him, you love him because being stuck in this darkness, not knowing when your next meal is and with only your own poisonous thoughts festering in your head to keep you company, it’s much worse. “that’s what i thought. tell me you love me.”

“i love you.”

it’s a choked sob but shinsou doesn’t mind- he knows you mean it- muffling it as he kisses you, feeling your tears on his face as he unbuckles his belt. he doesn’t mind your weeps- it just shows how much more you love him, how grateful you are to have him that you can only reduce yourself to tears. of course you’ll be overwhelmed with the epiphany of how much you need him.

“you’re going to feel so good.” he groans when he frees his cock, rubbing it along your wet folds to gather your slick. “your pretty pussy is going to take me so well because you’re made for me.” you both moan as he pushes his length in, stretching out your walls as you gasp, clinging to his biceps with your nails piercing through the fabric of his clothes. “feels so good.” your pussy clings to his dick, feeling every vein brush against the sensitive walls till he’s filling you to the brim.

“your pussy feels so good. i knew it, i knew you’re perfect for me.” he kisses you messily, the moans slurred as he begins to thrust into you, the head of his cock brushing against your cervix to leave you crying out in a mix of pain and pleasure.

“shinsou, you’re too deep- i don’t like it!” he shushes you by rubbing his fingers against your clit, melding your pained cries into moans of pleasure as he continues to fuck you. you’re crying, writhing with hate of this but you can’t deny the way you’re clenching around his length, how you’re getting wetter, how sweet pleasure is filling you. “please!” your cries only seem to encourage him, his thrusts speeding up with strings of moans escaping him, his hips snapping roughly against yours.

“no, it feels good. i know i’m making you feel good, your pretty pussy’s squeezing me so tight.”

you clench your watery eyes shut, gripping shinsou’s biceps tightly, nails clinging to his skin you’re sure he’ll be left with marks but he doesn’t stop his sporadic thrusts, kissing down your neck with wet, open-mouthed kisses that has you gasping.

“look at me, look at me when i’m fucking you.” his voice is a nasty snarl. you hate it when you’re forcing your eyes open, the disgust leaching into you at how he stares at you with such loving eyes, lips stretched into a triumphant grin. “so beautiful. and you’re all mine.”

as he fucks you, a flash of silver catches his eye and he reaches for the pocket knife lying by the broken zip ties, your eyes widening with horror.

“no, no! please don’t!” you scream, trying to kick him away but he’s too strong, pinning you down with one hand as the other grips the blade, holding it before your face with his perfectly-straight teeth gritted together, little hisses of pleasure escaping him.

“don’t worry, baby. i’m just marking what’s mine.”

an excruciating scream of agony escapes when he presses the tip of the silver blade into the remaining fat of your thighs, a scarlet bead of blood appearing. you jerk, back arching as you sob with the pain as he drags the knife through your skin, smiling at the way it so perfectly slices to form his initials. the warm blood trickles down your skin as you’re carved as his, finally so perfect now that he owns you. you must love it, even if you’re thrashing with pain and sobbing dryly, bloodied hands grasping at the sliced skin, because you’re squeezing his dick so hard, toes curling into the mattress.

“shinsou, stop!” you shriek, bloody legs jerking from underneath him but with the way he’s caging you there’s no escape. he laughs mirthlessly.

“and why would i do that when you’re so close to cumming?”

the moment your orgasm hits you, shinsou’s fingers force their way into your mouth, forcing you to suck on them with choked muffled moans escaping you. your cunt convulses around his cock, making you both moan as he fucks you through your high, groaning as your wetness gushes around him till you’re a panting, twitching mess.

“good girl.” shinsou grunts before his cock twitches and he releases into you, filling up your warm cunt with his seed, his lips pressed to yours. you don’t move, you don’t cry, you don’t kiss him back. as he moves back to admire you lying there so feebly, so passive with unblinking eyes staring up at the dingy ceiling and your leg permanently marked with the red stains of his initials, he smiles. this is what it should’ve always been like. this is what’s finally right.

“you’re the perfect girl for me.”

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hobbitsnapes · 3 years

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the elf in the café chapter 2

A corpse husband story

(I do not own this photo, nor do I know where it originated from. All credit goes to the artist.)

Summary: Never in his life, did he think going to a cafe and meeting a Harry Potter nerd could change his life. (I’m shit at summaries)

A/N: H/N means his name, being that we don’t know what his actual name is currently.

His heart thumped wildly in his chest, growing more noticeable by the minute. What shocked him was, he wasn’t nervous. But rather excitement filled him. He barely got a wink of sleep, going over how the next day would go. Barley getting 2 hours but he felt like he had a full night's rest.

His foot tapped underneath the table, checking his clock every few minutes.

Of course there was a level of anxiety, with being out of his comfort of his apartment. But the more the clock got closer, the more excitement filled him.

He didn’t even realize he was holding in his breath until he saw her walk in. She wore a long sleeve off the shoulder black top, tucked into black capris. Black ballet flats and a long tan jacket.

His heart fluttered in his chest when she spotted him, a bright smile on her face.

She hurried her steps over, making his heart soar. “Hey.” She beamed, sitting in front of him like yesterday. Only now more comfortable, no longer the thin uncomfortable air between them.

Both chatted absentmindedly, sipping on their drinks until both ran empty. Their hearts pained when they noticed, both saddened at the thought of having to part ways again. She looked up at him, a faint smile on her face. “Hey you need to be anywhere today?” She asks, her heart beating wildly. “Not really, why?” He asks. “How about we go to the park, it’s not far from here.” Anxiety builds in his chest at her suggestion. “Um, I don’t know. I don’t know if you know this but I really don’t do well out in public.” Dread fills him. Why does he have to be so scared leaving his apartment? She’s gonna think he’s weird or wanna leave and not see him again. God why can’t he just-his concentration broken at the feel of her hand on top of his, watching as she slowly runs her thumb over the back of it soothingly. “I don’t mean the normal park, not many people go to it. It’s right down the next block. But I’m not gonna be upset if you don’t want to. I just thought it’d be fun.” She says, a warm smile on her face. There was no trace of anger or annoyance on her face. His heart calms down slightly, swallowing the small lump in his throat. “Alright.”

Anxiety filled him when they came close to the park, watching as many people filled the area. Didn't she say it wasn’t this park? His hands started shaking slightly, wanting to run back to his apartment. That was until he felt her hand on his arm, looking down at her and seeing her looking at him. “It’s not this one don’t worry, we do have to cross through it a bit but it’s through the side.” She says, calming him almost instantly.

She stayed true to her words when they passed through the large park filled with people. Walking through the trees and over a small bridge. There was a small trail through the thick trees,not one person in sight.

They walked for a few minutes, silence between them besides their breathing. It wasn’t as uncomfortable as their first, actually being quite calming.

They finally came across a clearing, his breath catching in his throat.

Beautiful trees filled with flowers surrounded the area, small berry trees decorated around it. A small bench sat in the middle of it all. It was beautiful, never had he been here before.

She smiled as she looked at the awe in his face, watching as he looked around like a child in complete wonder. She lightly held onto his wrist, breaking his concentration. “Come, I know just the spot to sit.”

A small gasp leaves him when he sees it, hand going to his mouth. A beautiful cherry blossom tree stands before him, the soft pink flowers creating a glow around it. “It’s my favorite tree here, whenever I’m stressed, or down, I come and sit underneath it.” She says, the same smile on her face as she looks at him.

He takes in a deep breath as they sit under it, a wave of calm overshadowing any anxiety he had, like grabbing a warm plush blanket on a cold night.

She watched as his body relaxed finally, seeing his shoulders drop, his jaw unclenching and his brows no longer furrowed.

A chuckle leaves him, picking up a stay flower that fell to the ground. “They kinda smell like lavender.” He says, looking at the delicate petals. She scoots closer to him, putting her hand under his. “They do, with a hint of vanilla and almond.” He looks down at her, a smile on his face growing. He shrugs for a moment before putting the flower in his mouth, instantly cringing and spitting the flower out. Causing her to laugh. “Doesn’t taste as good as it smells or looks.” He cringes. Causing her to laugh even harder. “Well no they’re not going to. They’re purely an ornamental flower.” Both laugh as he tries riding the taste out of his mouth.

“So how did your day go? Anything exciting?” He asks. “Besides school work and studying, nothing really before we met up.” Curiosity fills him before anxiety. School? Oh god how old is she? She looks to be around his age, but he’s seen plenty of young girls who he assumed were his age. “School? As in?” A laugh leaves her at his question. “Not the kind that you’re worrying about. I graduated when I was 17, and am still currently in college.” Relief fills him at her response. “What are you going for?” He asks. “I’m going for psychology. I started right when I graduated high school and I finished my bachelors degree when I was 21. I’m actually almost halfway to getting a PHD.” Anxiety bubbles up inside him, she’s so smart, he didn’t even get to high school before he dropped out. She gonna think-“what about you?” She asks, panic now overflowing inside him. “Um, actually about that. I um, I dropped out when I was really young.” He stammers, looking down at the ground, wishing it would consume him whole. He feels her hand against his arm, looking over and seeing the same comforting look on her face. “Hey listen to me, it’s okay. I know we don’t know each other well, but I can promise I’m not gonna look at you any different. I’m not like some of my classmates who are stuck up and think poorly of others because they don’t have the same path as them. You’ve got nothing to worry about H/N.” Again, realief fills him at her words and touch. “Thanks, I don’t, I don’t like talking about it. But I feel like I can talk to you for some reason.” He says, his eye growing misty. “Well I’m really glad you can. You’ve got nothing to worry about when talking to me. And I don’t want you to think I’m only talking to you because this is what I’m going to school for. It never was nor will it ever be. I want you to know you can talk about anything to me and I’ll be as understanding as I have been.” She says, watching as his bottom lip slightly quivers. “I never thought that, I can tell you’re being sincere. It’s just, strange. I don’t have a lot of people in my life, fuck I don’t even talk to my family anymore. That’s, one of the biggest reasons I dropped out actually.” A tear escapes past his eye, collecting in his eyelashes. He feels her finger wipe it away, looking at her as she runs her thin over his cheek. He sees her eyes slightly gloss over before she blinked it away. “It’s okay, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. Whatever they did to you, wasn’t your fault. I’m not gonna try and pry out of you to tell me what happened, but know I’m right here if you need it.” A smile forms on his face, hands shaking slightly in his lap. She sees this, taking her hand off his face. “Come here.” She says, pulling him into a hug. Shock fills him at the feel of her wrapping her arms around him, that is until he finally realizes what’s happening. Wrapping his arms around her, realief filling him. She runs her hands along his back soothingly, a sigh leaving him at the action. “I know we hardly know each other, but I’m here for you. And I promise not to hurt you or let you feel alone like all those others did.” She says, a tear slipping down her eye.

They both sat there in each other’s embrace for some time. Both feeling a level of calmness and warmth that made them not want to pull away. He pulls away from her, wanting to look at her again. A large smile giants on his face, blushing when she looks at him and chuckles. “What?” He asks, his face flushing. “Your smile.” She says, causing him to blush and look away. “I don’t like when I smile.” He says, trying his hardest to rid the every persistent grin on his face. She chuckles at this. “It’s cute.” She says, her face falling and eyes widening in shock. Now her face growing red. “Oh god I said that out loud.” She whispers, causing him to break out in laughter. She hides her face in her palms, chuckling due to her embarrassment. “It’s not funny.” She laughs, causing him to laugh harder. “It’s, it’s not that,bits the fact you think it’s cute.” He laughs, his face now just as red. She removes her face from her hands, a large smile on her face. “Well I mean, I would be lying if I said you weren’t.” She laughs, causing him to grow redder. “I’m not that cute.” He chuckles, looking down at the ground. “Says who? I wanna have a stern talking with them?” She jokes, causing him to laugh harder. “Says me, and it’s my face so I get to decide.” He laughs. “Oh stop that, you’re actually, really attractive. There’s a reason I was trying my hardest to pay attention to my work yesterday. I was trying not to look at you too much and make you think I was a creep.” Both of them start laughing, faces bright red. “You felt like a creep? I felt like one cause I kept taking glances at you!” “Why were you looking at me?” She asks, causing his heart to beat wildly. “I think it’s pretty obvious.” He laughs, “I might be smart, but I’m also really numb. So come on and tell me.” She says, causing him to chuckle nervously. “I, I thought you were really cute when you first came over. I was so nervous you’d think I was ugly. God I feel like a kid who calls his classmate cute.” He cringes, watching as her face grows red again. “Quite the opposite actually, I wanted to say something to you for a while but was nervous.” Both chuckle at this, now even closer than before, their arms brushing one another’s. “That’s, honestly shocking. The fact you thought that. Most of the time people think my voice is attractive, not my face.” “Oh that definitely adds to it. I remember when I first heard you speak all I could think was Severus Snape or batman.” She says, making him laugh and throw his head back. “Batman and snape, I actually don’t hear that very often.” He laughs. “I really wanted to ask you to either say I’m Batman or just say all the lines of snape.” She chuckles.

“Well, I’ll do them if you want. That’s if you come over to my place and have dinner with me?” He asks, his heart beating wildly in his chest. She blushes and ducks her head down, a nervous laugh leaving her. “Are you asking me on a date?” She asks, watching as his face matches hers. “Oh totally not. I’m asking if you’ll come over so I can lock you in my basement. Obviously I’m asking you on a date.” He jokes, making her laugh. “Then I’d love to. Do you have a number I can use?” She asks, pulling her phone out. Shock fills him slightly at seeing the small flip phone in her hands. Barely remembering the last time he saw one of those. “I know, it’s weird I still have one of these. But I’ve had it for years and I don’t have much use for a smart phone.” “Wait does that mean-“ “I don’t do social media, I’ve got a Facebook account and an email. I do have Pandora but I really only use it for songs that I grew up with. I deal with enough people at college and don’t really have many friends outside of it.” She says, making him fill with pure relief. She has no idea, no social media to recognize him from. Fear of her knowing his identity long gone now. “Hey that’s fine, not many people like it. But anyway here’s my number.” He says, showing him his contact, chuckling under his breath as she types it in. A laugh leaving him when she sets his name, the contact being named snape with a black heart beside it.

Both look at one another, smiles on their faces, before leaning in and wrapping their arms around one another. Neither wanting to let go.

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peach-pops · 4 years

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Hello! Do you remember "Dating a Hothead/easily angered girlfriend" blog from anonymous? Can I request for Akaashi, Kageyama, Ushijima, Sugawara, and Tsukishima of how will they react to their s/o? Thank you! I really really really love that blog! It really reminds me of me of being sassy 😂. Anyways, sorry for bothering you *bows*

Author’s note: UGH Im so sorry this took me so long to get out! I only did Kageyama and Akaashi cause I wanted a bit of a contrast hope that’s okay! Also, I wanna point out that there’s nothing wrong with defending yourself, even if things do get violent. I don’t condone violence I’m just saying to protect yourself in the best way possible!

Here’s the first part!

Akaashi and Kageyama with a Hotheaded Girlfriend

-Akaashi-

Akaashi knows how angry you get so he always does his best to try and make sure everything goes smoothly to avoid any casualties

BUT Akaashi can’t control every little thing and he realizes this fairly early in your relationship

I’m a full believer that Bokuto loves raves and clubbing and because of this, he usually drags you and Akaashi along

One night you three and a couple of other Fukurodani members are out clubbing and immediately, Akaashi surveys the room: where are the exits? Where’s the bathroom? Which group looks like trouble? Where did his girlfriend and best friend go???

He spots a group of girls near the bar that are a part of a bachelorette party who are a bit rowdy but he kinda brushes them off cause there’s nothing threatening about six girls wearing cheap wedding veils

You guys get your own private table in the corner ( bless Konoha and his connections) and after an hour or two of drinking and dancing, you take the initiative to go buy the next round of drinks cause that’s just club etiquette and you’re lowkey ballin

Let’s get it miss independent !!!! 😤 😤 😤

Akaashi offers to go with you but you tell him to watch Bokuto cause he might bust his head from dancing on the table

Once you make it to the bar, you decide just to order a pretty expensive bottle for the table because you’re not confident in your ability to carry six shots back without spilling it everywhere

You pay for the bottle and start making your way back to the table when you see the bridal party from earlier hanging out at your table. You see two girls laughing side by side with Bokuto (ok my dude get some) BUT THEN you search for Akaashi and sure enough, you see him visibly uncomfortable as the ‘soon to be bride’ tries sitting in your mans lap.

Akaashi looks up and he’s conflicted cause he wants your help to get this drunk girl off of him but he also knows you’re crazy and you might kill her in the process

“ Your hair looks so sexy pushed back! Has anyone ever told you that before?”

“ Please go away, my girlfriend is coming and she won’t be happy-”

“ Aw girlfriend? No fair why are the cute ones always taken?”

“ Aren’t you getting married?”

You’re gripping the bottle so tight in your hands and Akaashi can see it in your eyes that you are soooo close to hitting this bitch over the head with the bottle

He already knows exactly what you’re thinking and he’s pleading with you not to just with his eyes

Would you kill a girl over sitting in your mans lap? Yeah probably I mean you were fucking crazy

BUT since you could see how serious Akaashi was, you loosened your grip on the bottle and placed it on the table. Before the bride could even look over, you had already lightly nudged pushed her off of Akaashi’s lap and sat down on your boyfriend as if to claim him

“ What is your problem, you didn’t have to push me!” The bride whined as she got off the floor but you kept your glare on her

Akaashi squeezed your thigh to try and calm you down but maybe it was because of the alcohol so you just clenched your fists even tighter

“ You’re lucky all I did was push you. I can’t believe you’re about to get married and you’re trying to straddle my fucking boyfriend!”

Akaashi can feel how tense you are so he sits you on the inside of the booth so he can be in the middle between the girl and you. At this point, you’re sitting next to Bokuto and he’s laughing nervously cause he’s never seen you act like this before but he’s a ride or die so hes automatically team Y/N

“ Are you threatening me?”

“ Yeah, I am. What are you going to do about it?”

“ Y/N stop-”

“ Yeah, listen to your boyfriend bitch.”

“ WHO THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING A BITCH?!”

Before you can lunge over the table, Akaashi keeps his arm out and blocks you from doing so. He turns to the girl and bows his head, trying not to let his own anger consume him,” I think you should leave.”

“ And what if I don’t want to?” The soon to be bride pokes bitterly as she attempts to wrap her arm around Akaashi’s shoulders,” what is your girlfriend gonna do, hit me?”

She’s right, you can’t launch yourself across the table and your arm doesn’t have the reach but you had alternatives. You grabbed a half-drunken glass of some brown rum and you flung the alcohol into the girls face

Everyone at the table was SHOCKED, lowkey including you cause you didn’t even mean to throw the drink in her face it just happened YOU SWEAR it was just an instinct

Who could blame you I mean you were so mad plus you had been watching so many compilations of “ Best Housewives Fights from Bravo” that it was the first thing you could think of

Akaashi, bless him and his brilliant mind, immediately blocked your body with his because the soon to be bride tries climbing into the booth to beat you up and Bokuto also has a protective grip on your wrist to stop you from killing her

LUCKILY before you could spill any blood, security comes and forces the girl to leave your table

At first, you thought Akaashi was mad at you so you kind of pout and tell him how sorry you were but Akaashi doesn’t even care he just makes sure you’re okay

In his head, he knows maybe you were in the wrong for pushing the girl but he would never admit it outloud cause he values his life

My heart swoons for this man

Bokuto on the other hand is slapping your back and shaking your shoulders going,” Holy crap Y/N that was AWESOME!!!”

-Kageyama-

You and Kageyama had only recently started dating so he probably doesn’t have any idea how mad you could get. He’s seen a few times where you’ve gotten upset over school or your family problems but he still didn’t think too much about it

Who was he to be put off at having an easily angered s/o when he was balancing between his own emotions?

Anyway! You were one of Karasuno’s managers and you and Kiyoko got SO CLOSE! The job was super easy and it meant you could spend more time with your boyfriend so win-win!

The only part that was ever hard for you was other guys constantly hitting on you and Kiyoko like damn okay you both were hot as hell but at least treat girls with respect?

You didn’t mind guys telling you that you both were pretty caused duh you two already knew that but most of them were SOOO disgusting and you never let it slide

Before one of Karasuno’s games, you were on the sidelines with Kiyoko chatting about the next match when you could hear some of the guys from the other team trying to get your attention

“ Damn, Karasuno girls really are as fine as they say, they look soooo good.”

“ God, the things I would do if I was alone with them.”

“ I know you two can hear us, turn around so we can see what we’re working with.”

You just kept your eyes locked onto your clipboard because you didn’t want Kageyama to see how fucking crazy you could get but JESUS it was so hard when these two guys were harassing you

“ Kiyoko, I will fucking lose my mind if they come over here. I think I’m going to snap someone’s neck,” You said through gritted teeth as you watched your boyfriend warm up.

“Maybe you should go cool off in the bathroom before the game starts. I’ll let Kageyama-Kun know what’s going on and I’ll meet you in the hallway,” Kiyoko suggested as you gave her prayer hands cause she really do be a queen

You took your clipboard with you as if it was a weapon and stomped out to the bathroom cause you knew if you stayed in that gym any longer, you would cause a scene

You rinsed your face in the bathroom and you took a few deep breaths as you tried to calm yourself down

Your friends and family always told you that you needed to get your anger under control and now that you were dating, the last thing you needed was to scare Kageyama off

When you started to head out towards the gym, you felt in the air that something was off like spidey senses but instead, it’s like a creep radar was sounding off in your head

That’s when you saw Kiyoko and one of the guys from earlier cornering her against a wall

You can see that Kiyoko was visibly uncomfortable and you were just about to push your limit

“ I said to leave me alone. I’m waiting for a friend.”

“ Oh, you mean the other manager? I’m telling you, we would treat you like absolute queens at our school-”

“ Hey dude, back the hell off!” You shoved the guy to the side pretty hard to the point where he stumbled back a few good feet,” fucking creep.”

This dude, this mf has the audacity to POST UP TO YOU! You’re not even intimidated by him even though he’s easily half a foot taller than you

Like he’s in your face cause now he’s pissed that this girl actually managed to shove him pretty hard

“ Lay your hands on me again and see what happens.”

“ Are you threatening me? Cause if you are, go on and try to hit me I fucking dare you!”

Kiyoko is like nuh uh not on my watch and while im pretty sure kiyoko can throw fucking hands, she ran to go get Kageyama like “ go get ur girl”

This alerts pretty much the whole team even though they’re supposed to be warming up, they go with Kageyama cause if the boys hear your name and that you need help, they get hella protective

Kageyama slides over to the hallway and sees this dude yelling in your face and he sees red when the guy lays a hand on your shoulder

Before Kageyama can even make it over to you, you smash your clipboard over the guys head so hard, he hits the floor

BUT BRUH once he hits the floor you don’t! Stop! hitting ! him!

Like that clipboard is the perfect weapon oml

“ Don’t! Ever! Touch! Me!” You literally bash him after every word and this dude can’t even fight back like I personally dont feel bad but ummmmm you might commit murder

Kageyama rushes over to you and grabs you so you can stop and he’s trying to calm you down but once the word “bitch” slips out of the guys mouth, Kageyama grabs him by the jersey and is shaking him like a ragdoll

“ Watch your goddamn mouth before I put my fist through it!”

And you’re still heated so you want to basically jump this dude with your boyfriend cause romance ya know but Suga is holding you back ( he highkey struggling)

And now Noya and Tanaka are trying to hold Kageyama back because while they definitely would’ve reacted the same way, they don’t want Kageyama to go overboard

“ What did you just say? Go on and say it again-”

“ Kageyama please!”

“ You’re lucky I’m getting held back-”

“ Y/N! Enough!”

Just two lovebirds threatening a dudes life I love it

Things get resolved pretty quickly thanks to daddy daichi calming everyone down and now it’s time for the match to start

Suga lets go of you when Kageyama walks over and the first thing he does is hug you tightly. He practically squeezes the life out of you like this experience really showed how protective he was

He even admits that while he’s glad you can handle yourself, you shouldn't have to stand up to people alone and 100% doesn’t think you overreacted at all especially when Kiyoko thanks you for sticking up for her

He’s a bit intimidated by how you acted only because he had never saw you that mad before but he doesn’t blame you for how you handled it

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