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I WANT A HEART TATTOO!
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I'LL NEVER GET IT REMOVED!
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synopsis// suguru gives you your first tattoo.
➚ pairing// tattoo artist!suguru geto x gn!reader
➚ word count// 2k
contents// friends to lovers, tattooed and pierced geto, reader is a chicken, mentions of drinking, maybe like the ittiest bittiest type of suggestive toward the end...? slightly teasing/cocky geto?
notes// this is kinda cringe but i am cringe and free. also this was inspired by heart tattoo by joyce manor (dont play with me rn.) hoping this will help hold yall off till i can finish the smau...
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Geto meticulously cleans up his tattoo station, occasionally stopping to take a swig of the beer you so kindly brought him. 
“You’re quiet.” 
You hum as you take a sip of your own beer. 
He stops and turns around to face you, his eyebrow raised. “Why?” 
“I like watching you clean.” 
Geto laughs. Not just a small one either, but the kind that makes his nose crinkle and his cheeks bunch to the point his eyes are forced closed. You ignore the butterflies in your stomach, blaming it on the alcohol (even if this is only your first beer and definitely not enough to have any sort of effect on you, but you digress). 
“What’s so interesting about watching me clean anyway?” 
You huff, ignoring the increasing heat on your face. “I don’t know... Just shut up and finish cleaning, Suguru. I wanna leave.” 
He smiles and turns back around, continuing to clean. “I told you you could go home.” 
“And leave you to fend for yourself?”
“I’m a grown man.” 
“Whatever… Besides, I can’t drink all these beers by myself.” 
Geto doesn’t say anything, but his shoulders shake slightly with a small, silent laugh, and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You love his little quirks. You always have.
maybe a little too much.
Meanwhile, he picks up his tattoo machine and stares at it. There’s nothing particularly interesting about it; it’s just plain black, freshly wrapped in some black medical tape. 
“Hey Y/N?” 
“Something wrong?” 
He shakes his head and turns to face you again, tattoo machine still in hand. “You still don’t have any tattoos, huh?” 
“Um, no,” you respond sheepishly. “I’m not like scared or anything-“ 
“I wasn’t gonna say that.” 
“Oh. then what were you gonna say?” 
“Can I give you a tattoo?” 
You blink at him. It’s not like you don’t trust him. You trust Geto with your life. You trust him more than anyone or anything in the world. Shit, you might trust him even more than you trust yourself. It’s just…
Geto impatiently groans at your lack of answer. “Oh, cmon, you literally promised me when we were younger that you would let me tattoo you!” 
“That was when we were like twelve!” you scoff, in disbelief he’d throw something as old as that in your face… Maybe he’s been hanging around Gojo too much. 
“Give me one good reason why you won’t let me tattoo you.” 
You frown as you look away, and right away you can hear his footsteps as he places himself in your line of vision again. raising his eyebrows as if to ask, “well?” 
You mumble something under your breath that he doesn’t quite catch. “Y/N, you know I can’t hear you when you do that.” 
“I actually am scared!” you finally say loud enough for him to hear, and it comes out more like a single word than a full sentence.
Geto can't help but giggle, quickly slapping his hand over his mouth, but not even that helps.
“Suguru, this isn't funny; I'm being vulnerable here!”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says through stifled laughter before finally calming down enough to clear his throat. “You're right, it isn’t funny,“ he pauses for a moment. ”Wanna know something?”
“What?”
“Getting tattooed scares me too.”
“Liar,” you scoff. “You're covered in them.”
Geto shrugs. “Doesn’t mean it’s not unnerving each time.”
“I just don’t want it to hurt,” you explain with a slight pout.
“It’s a needle going in and out of your skin, Y/N.”
“Exactly!”
“Fine,” Suguru says with a sigh, and you think that's it; he's done, but not even a few seconds later does he speak up again: “What if I said I'll be gentle?”
“Haha.” Your brain immediately short circuits, and the butterflies in your stomach are something you can't blame on the alcohol this time. “Huh.”
Geto laughs softly. “With your tattoo?”
You nod blankly, your brain still not working properly and not yet actually computing what he’s still asking you.
“Yes?” he confirms excitedly.
“Yeah…” Finally, it hits you. “Wait, no! I mean, no. and not to mention you’ve been drinking?”
“Like two sips, Y/N,” he says with a slight pout and roll of his eyes. “You know better than anyone; it takes a lot more than that to get me drunk.”
“Okay, well, what about me? Isn't it bad to get tattoed when you’ve been drinking?”
“Oh my god, just say yes or no. You know I won’t be mad if you decide not to.”
You stare deep into Geto’s eyes, and he’s not lying; he won't be mad. disappointed, sure, but not mad. never mad, never when it comes to you. And right then and there, your conviction crumbles into a million tiny pieces, just dust in the wind.
“…fine”
“fine?”
“You can tattoo me. But!" you exclaim, pointing a finger at him as if lecturing him, “it has to be small! and somewhere where it doesn’t hurt.”
“Okay, I can't guarantee that last part, and you know that,” he says blankly.
You sigh in defeat. “Yeah, I know.”
Geto smiles at you softly and coos, “But I will try,” as he gently caresses your cheek before breaking away and turning around to pull back out the stuff he needs.
You stand there wide-eyed, and your jaw dropped. Geto is affectionate, sure, but he’s never been that affectionate. He couldn’t feel the same way, could he? You shake your head, denying that thought, even despite how hot you feel.
He just did that to comfort you.
That’s all.
He was just trying to be reassuring.
That's it.
At least that's what your brain is trying to say, but your heart is saying another with the way it violently beats against your rib cage.
The minute he turns around, you compose yourself, shutting your mouth and hoping to god he doesn’t notice your chest heaving almost uncontrollably.
Geto pats his tattoo chair. “Sit.”
You hesitate, standing there like a deer in headlights.
Geto clicks his tongue dramatically before grabbing your hand and leading you to his chair, mumbling a reassuring, “Trust me.”
You frown, placidly letting him drag you around like a rag doll. “I do trust you.”
“Then sit.”
And when he says it like that, how can you say no? When he’s staring at you so intently that it’s almost as if he can see right through you, how do you say no? You cant. So you don't. The only thing you can do is—petulantly—plop down into his tattoo chair.
“Sit right and lay your arm on the armrest.”
“No, do it like this.” By ‘this’ you mean with you hunched over and your arm resting on your leg rather than the armrest like Geto is telling you to.
He sighs deeply. "Y/N, your arm resting on your leg is not stable enough. like at all.”
“Do it like this or not at all.”
“Fine.” He raises an eyebrow at you in mild disapproval and says, "But if it comes out bad, it’s not my fault.”
You roll your eyes, unamused. Geto would never let anything he puts on your body come out even remotely bad. “Whatever.”
“Why like this anyway?”
“Because it’s comfortable..?”
Not really.
Like at all.
Actually, this is extremely uncomfortable, and you're sure your back will hate you later, but this gives you the best view of Geto, and that's all you care about.
“Okay, fine,” he says, not bothering to put up much more of a fight before getting in position. “Ready?”
“Yeah…” Not even a second later, you blurt out, “Wait!”
Geto’s head shoots up, his concerned eyes scanning your face intently. “What? What is it?”
You don't say a word; instead, you grab onto his shoulder with your free hand, prepared to claw into it if and when need be.
“Is that why you’re sitting like this?” He asks, a smug smile creeping onto his face as it finally hits him. “You just wanted to hold onto me?”
You nod sheepishly.
Geto smiles. “Are you ready now, then?”
You nod again.
but that's not good enough for him. He wants a real reply. “For real this time?”
“For real this time.”
Geto doesn't miss a beat, and you close your eyes as your face scrunches up in anticipation, your nails already sinking into his shoulder. But the minute the tattoo machine actually meets your skin, you peek one eye open because all you really feel is some vibration and the tiniest of scratches. It doesn’t hurt that bad at all, actually; it’s more than tolerable, and with that, your hand relaxes against his shoulder, still resting on it but no longer gripping him like he’s the only thing tying you to this earth.
It’s not long after that the feeling fades into the background of your mind, like a blur. Being tattooed isn’t even a thought in your brain at all right now. Geto could be tattooing a dick on your arm right now, and you wouldn’t even know because the only thing you can focus on is him.
The only thing you can ever focus on is him, if you’re being honest.
But right now, something is different. Seeing him in his element makes your knees go weak, and you’re grateful for the fact that you’re sitting. and suddenly you don’t know why you’ve never let him tattoo you sooner. You’d let him tattoo you a thousand more times if it meant you got to see him like this. He somehow makes the way he focuses look like art—from the way his brows are knitted together in concentration to the way he absentmindedly bites and fiddles with his lip piercings—it’s all art; he makes it look too beautiful. like he’s more modeling and pretending to focus than actually doing it. You involuntarily let out a deep, longing sigh, your eyes fluttering close in the process.
Geto’s gaze flits up to your face. “You're not about to pass out on me, right?”
You open your eyes and meet his gaze with a small, content smile on your face. “No, I'm fine, Suguru.”
“I mean, if you were, that would be fine too, because I'm done,” he replies, turning off his tattoo machine and moving away from you.
“Already?!” you ask, slightly shocked. It didn't feel like it had been that long.
“Yeah,” he says plainly as he stands up and starts quickly cleaning up his workstation once more. "Don't know what you were so scared of, dork.”
You open your mouth, ready to say something sarcastic or explain yourself, but before the words can even leave your mouth, before you can even think of them, Geto is turning back around to face you and cupping your chin in between his index finger and thumb.
Geto leans down at the same time he tilts your head up and places a chaste kiss on the corner of your (still open) mouth, cooing, “You took it so well.”
All you can do is laugh nervously. “What?” You're still giggling; you don't think you could do much else at this point. “What was that- Why did you just-“
Geto starts laughing along with you, except it’s not a defense mechanism for him; he’s just finding this all too amusing. “You didn't think I gave you a heart for no reason, did you?”
You quickly look down at your arm, the action ripping your chin out of Geto’s hold. “You gave me a heart,” you say absentmindedly, and it sounds more like a question than an actual statement.
“Are you just now noticing?” he asks, returning his hand to your chin and gently guiding you to look up at him again. “I thought you were watching the whole time.”
You swallow sharply, becoming acutely aware of how close his face is to yours again. “I was watching something the whole time, but it was not the actual tattoo.”
“Oh? and what was so much more interesting?”
“Mind your business-“
Geto barely even lets you finish your snarky remark before leaning in and kissing you again. except this time for real. except this time you kiss back.
and suddenly tattoos don’t seem so bad anymore, so long as they all end like this.
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Lift Me Off My Feet
Chapter 10: Ghost’s Date
Masterlist
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9
W: Ghost x Reader (+ Ghost x Price x Reader), threesome, douple p, a bit of choking, feelings.
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It's a couple of days after your little adventure with Soap, while you are making yourself a cup of coffee that Ghost enters the house. He walks behind you, smiling when you smile at him, he hugs you from behind kissing the back of your head. 
“How you doing, birdie?” He asks, resting his head on yours.
“Really good, Ghostie.” You answer, smiling enjoying the warmth of his body.
“Any plans for today?” He asks
“Yeah, I was planning on going running later, then I was going to go on a flight to Madagascar and probably have dinner at some terrorist organisation headquarters.” You answer, unnecessarily sarcastic knowing perfectly fine you can't leave the house. “Why? You wanna join?”
“Ha, ha. Well, since you are so busy I'll ask Gaz if he wants to help me with the dogs then.” He says casually, stepping back and chuckling when you whip your head around.
“Dogs?” You ask with a wide smile on your face. 
“Yeah, there is a bunch of new K-9 units and I have been assigned to arrange their trainers and partners.” He explains. “I thought you'd like to spend the afternoon with the puppies but it seems you're busy, so.”
“No, no, I'm not.” You quickly say, clinging to his t-shirt. “I'm sorry, I was just joking, sorry, sorry.” 
You lay your head on his chest, looking up to him with puppy eyes. 
“Can I see the doggies?” You ask smiling softly.
He chuckles, shaking his head at your antics and patting your butt. 
“Put on your shoes then, let's go.” You quickly scurry past him, coffee long forgotten on the kitchen counter. You end up being the one pulling him out of the house, excited to see dogs.
The fresh air of the outside fills your lungs when you take a deep breath making Ghost chuckle. “You're acting like the house doesn't have windows.” 
You laugh back, not being able to argue and walking towards the car. It is a quick drive back to base, and different from Soap, Ghost lets you open your own door waiting for you before the car to hold your hand on your way inside the dog kennels. 
The barks and whines of the puppies can be heard immediately and Ghost moves his hand to the small part of your back to push you forward telling you to go for them. 
You walk faster almost running until reaching the gate at the end of the hall where the puppies are, little tails wagging to the sound of your voice excited to meet new people. You crouch down getting your finger inside that immediately get bitten and licked by the little devils. 
“Want to help me give them their tags?” Ghost asks when he reaches you. “You need to go inside, I'm sure you'll hate it.”
You end up having the time of your life, once inside you sit on the floor close to the gate with Ghost sitting on the other side of the gate. He passes the collars with the tag for each dog, laughing when you try and identify each of the puppies when they won't stay still for a second. 
By the end, most of the dogs are already falling asleep around you; even some on top of you. And when you are done with the tags, Ghost moves to the desk to sign the last documents required.
“Oh, no!” You exclaim getting his attention. “He peed on me!” You whine, moving the puppy that was on your lap and getting out. Holding the t-shirt away from your body, a big, circular spot in the middle of it. 
Ghost chuckles when he sees you, noticing a familiar tag on it. “Wait, is that…”
“Soap's t-shirt?” You ask, looking at what he's pointing. “Yeah, it is.” 
That turns Ghost's chuckle into a whole belly laugh as he stands, finished all the work, picking it up. “Let's go to the room, I'll lend you one of mine.” 
“You got a room in here?” You ask walking after him.
“Yeah, nothing major. Price managed to get us a room for each of us, Gaz and Soap share theirs cause they are clingy but Price and I got our own. Rank privileges.” He says winking at you, slightly blushing for some reason at such a silly gesture. 
The room is close by, and when you enter Ghost sits on his bed dropping the papers on his desk. You take off the shirt, careful not to touch it with your face in the process. In his bathroom, you wash the part of your abdomen that you feel moist, grimacing at the knowledge it is pee and walk back into the room. Not bothering to put on a shirt and sitting on Ghost's lap, your legs going around his hips.
He looks at you, hugging you back and a look of mischievousness in his eyes. 
“So you told Johnny that you loved him.” Ghost suddenly says, blood blushing to your face making you hide it on his neck as you groan.
“He couldn't stay quiet, could he?” You ask, making the man chuckle as his hand moves up and down your back.
“Nah, you would have threatened him with stopping to love him or something for him to be quiet.” He jokes, his other hand resting on your thigh. “But why do you want him not to say anything, love? Embarrassed of him?”
“No. Of me.” You admit, mumbling against his skin while you hug his torso. 
“Explain.” He simply says, pulling words out of you; feeling a certain wave of proudness that you found a safe space to talk in him, even if hiding your face. 
“I feel silly… too exposed… I don't like it…” you say, burying your face even more if possible trying to hide. 
“It is overwhelming, right? He asks, resting his head on top of yours. “And confusing… it is already confusing coming to terms with the feeling of one person, let alone four of them, right?”
You simply nod against his neck, like a stubborn kid getting called out. 
“And you feel the pressure to automatically love the four of them. There is that one person that you feel like the relationship is a bit more forward or is just different from the rest, maybe you met them before or clicked easier with them. But now, it is not fair to the rest so you start to force yourself to love them too, and it is not that you don't, is that you are not letting the relationship evolve naturally and you are pressuring it, and it doesn't feel right. And then, that turns into feeling that they are gonna notice it, and they are going to hate you and you are going to lose them all, but now you want them and instead of feeling love you feel scared and you don't want to admit it.” He says calmly, each word as if he was reading your mind. You look up to him, brows furrowed and glossy eyes. “Right?”
“How do you…” you half ask, looking into his eyes that crinkle when he smiles. 
“Well, birdie.” He says with a soft chuckle. “We didn't wake up one day and decided we were all married together and everything was perfect. It took us years to finally set everything in.”
“Years?” You ask surprised by the time.
Simon hums as an answer. “We met you a month ago. So you already doing a better job than all of us.” He chuckles. “I'm pretty sure I was the one who did the shittiest job with it, to be honest… I kept thinking Soap didn't like me back, that he was afraid to tell me off and that was why he wanted more with Gaz and Price. Funniest thing is that we were not really dating because I was already unsure about him liking me more than physically.”
“And how did you do it?” You ask.
“Well, the thing that I struggled the most was with how jealous was of the way Soap would look at them. Once I got my head out of my own ass I realised he look at me just like that as well…” He says cupping your face. “And I'm pretty sure he is starting to look at you just like that too. And he is not the only one.”
You look up into his eyes, you have never seen them like they look at the moment. Clear with emotions, no walls in between, just pouring into you the reassurance you so badly need. It brings tears to your eyes, not sad, simply feeling like the door holding all the anxiousness and self-doubt has just been opened and those feelings are being flushed out. 
“Can I kiss you?” You ask with a sob, your hand reaching to the bottom of his mask not daring to actually touch it until he tells you it's okay. He nods, helping you take it off; and before you can kiss him he cups your face stopping you.
“You are alright, birdie?” He asks, concern obvious in his voice. You quickly nod, not wanting to use words and Ghost takes pity on you, probably for seeing himself on you, because he doesn't push you and leans forward crashing his lips against yours. 
His hands move down to your hips, pulling you tightly against him; his tongue finds its way inside dancing along with yours. You grab his shoulders, his wide hands engulfing your ribs pulling you close.
Your hips grind against his crotch making him groan into your mouth, his cock coming to life against your ass. One of his hands moves lower, to where your spine ends and pushes you helping you move against him.
“Aww, poor birdie needs me to fuck all my love into her tight sweet cunt?” He coos into your neck, making you whine out of embarrassment. “Show her how much we want her, our treasured birdie. So luckily that we found you, you know that?”
Ghost moves to kiss your cheeks, drinking your tears as he does. His hand find its way inside of your pants, sliding down until he reaches your entrance groaning when he feels the wetness.
“So wet already, birdie?” He snickers looking at your face as you close your eyes, biting your lips as you keep moving your hips trying to get his finger inside of you. He indulges you, inserting two fingers inside your weeping cunt making you arch your back as a soft moan escapes your lips. 
It is fast, the way he easily takes off your clothes; barely making you stand to take off your clothes before he has you straddling his lap. He's still clothed when you pull him down, making him lay on his back with you still on his lap. 
“I want to ride you, Simon Riley.” 
And who in the hell is he to deny your wishes? He doesn't even stop to think how you learnt his name, Johnny most likely. But you standing over him, hair framing your face, light from outside illuminating you from behind looking like a fucking angel. And it takes him a minute, to remember that he has free will to roam your body with his hands. 
He helps you undo his pants, only taking them down to his mid-thigh before pulling his dick out of his briefs. Simon knows you are not as stretched as you should be, but when he sees you spit down on his tip rubbing your small hand up and down, he too can't wait any longer. 
He helps you, lowering you on his dick as it stretches you to the brim. He sees the look of pure ecstasy on your face; eyes dropping close, brown furrow and lip between your teeth keeping you from moaning out loud. 
He is no better than you, his fingertips dig into the fat of your hips with a bruising strength, his eyes locked into the way your lips spread to allow his dick deep into you. He groans when he feels your hip flush against his, smiling when he sees you grind forward to find friction against your clit; your legs slightly buckling when his trimmed pubes give you that needed touch. 
He moves his hand forward, brushing the soft fuzz of your abdomen as he presses his hand on it placing his hand right where he knows his tip is at. Pressing down at it and moving his thumb slowly down your body, making you feel him inside of you; almost able to tell every vein of his shaft. 
It must also do something for him with the way he groans, using his other hand to move your hips back and forward savouring every millimetre of friction that it gives him. You press your hands on his chest, bending your knees under you getting in position to move up and down. 
He sighs, a feeling of victory in his heart as he moves both his arms to cross them under his head; as if he was simply sunbathing on the beach and not having sex. 
You chuckle when you see him, a refreshing of sight of seeing him smile satisfied with himself and with no mask on the way. 
“Enjoying the view, Riley?” You tease, still not moving and letting yourself rest for a second. 
“Very.” He simply answers, you the white of his teeth peeks as he gives you a tiny smile. “Was it Johnny that told you?”
“Obviously.” You chuckle back, Simon's eyebrow twitching when you do and your cunt clenches around him. “He actually said your name right before eating my ass… I’m still figuring out how to feel about it.”
Your comment makes him chuckle, moving inside of you forcing an intake of air in you. “Nah, that’s just cause you have a bloody nice arse, birdie. Must have reminded him of mine.”
You shake your head. “I’ll have to check it myself then.” You say, raising your chin. 
“Aw, for fucks sake. I already have to hide my arse from Johnny, not from you too.” He laughs, covering his eyes with his arm. 
“Aww, Simon, you getting shy.” You tease him, softly pulling his arm.
“Ha, I’ll show you shy.” He says with a chuckle, he grabs your calves one on each hand pulling you up. It forces you to plant your hands on each side of his head when he pulls your lower body up. It leaves you holding yourself up, with only your hands on the bed, legs spread open and his dick resting on your entrance having forced out with the change in position. 
You look down, seeing the clear string of arousal linking the two of you together, and you watch as he slowly lowers your hips; his tip catching at your entrance and he suddenly thrusts his hips up filling you up easily. 
It forces the air out of your lungs, leaving you with your mouth open right over his face and if you had your eyes open you would be able to see that he looks just as fucked out as you. Eyes closed in bliss, mouth open and head slightly tilted back. 
He moves you up and down, using you like a human fleshlight, the humble show of his sheer strength only fueling your arousal. This man has the strength to break you in two, and instead is using all his power to make you feel good.
It is an angle at which he reaches so deep, every time he lowers your or his hips rises it is skin on skin; there is not an inch of his dick that is not inside of you. Your arousal drips down, making plat plat plat sounds every time your clit kisses his body. 
It has your mind empty, focusing on keeping yourself up but every thrust threatens to make you fall face-first on his. Your arms start to shake after a bit, it is hard to stay up when you are getting fuck within an inch of your life. 
You lower yourself, choosing to rest on your forearms; getting closer to his face but still keeping yourself off of him. “Getting tired, birdie?” He asks between grunts. “Better cum soon them, love.”
He changes the angle again, and somehow the new angle makes it easier for him to reach that point inside of you that has your eyes rolling back into your skull; moaning his name loudly as you feel your climax approach suddenly. 
“Yeah, just like that, birdie.” He says, satisfied with himself that he was able to have you coming undone so quickly. “C’mon, birdie, give to me, love.”
You whine, wanting to hold on a little bit longer; just a bit more.
But it is just a couple thrusts more than have you finally collapsing over him, barely dodging his face on your way down when you come; arms shaking when you feel him let go of you just to rub your clit in tight circles to make you climax last making you moan on his hear.
He lets you breathe when you slap his hand, chuckling to himself when you do and he lets you rest. With you resting on him, both your arms over his head and his face on your chest.  
It takes you a moment to catch your breath back, and when you do you look down to see his dick still red and angry. “You didn't finish…”
“I know, I had another plan.” He says. “Are you alright, love?” He asks, and when you nod he smiles. Standing up keeping you on his arms, your legs around his hips. “Let’s go visit Price.”
“What?” You ask, dumbfounded when you see him start to walk towards the door. “Wait, no, we are naked, people will see.”
“No, they won’t. And I’m dressed.” He argues, and he is right. His only skin showing being his dick and his face. Funny enough.
You hug him, hiding your face on his neck and accepting your fate. He walks outside, he knows perfectly fine that only he and Price are on this side of the base but you don't need to know that. He reaches Price's office in less than a minute which for you feels like an eternity and he knocks on the door, going in when Price says “C’mon in” from the inside.
“Night, Captain.” He says as if it is the most normal interaction. 
“Well, hello Simon.” The captain answers, chuckling when he sees you still hiding. “Hi, birdie.”
You still feel yourself burn with embarrassment, mumbling a tiny Hi as an answer; only pulling your face out when Simons sits you on Price's desk. “Lay down.” Simon tells you.
You look behind you, seeing as Price moves everything so you can lay back; choosing to prop yourself on your elbows to remain able to look at them. 
“Give me a kiss?” Price asks, still sitting on his chair and you give him a soft peck on the lips making the man smile, his moustache moving as he does. “Are you having fun?”
“I am.” You answer and you turn to Ghost. “But he isn’t”
Ghost scoffs at you, slapping your thigh at the same time. “And who says I’m not having fun.”
“He didn't finish.” You tell Price, looking up at him, feeling like a kid snitching on somebody. 
“And whose fault is that?” Ghost answers, teasing you. 
It makes you gasp, feeling offended by his words and you sidekick him his ribs not strong enough to actually hurt him. “Don't say those things to me, I feel bad later!” You admit
“Now, now, settle down the both of you.” He says chuckling as he stands up, slowly walking to stand beside Ghost. “If you have so much energy why don't you fuck it out instead of fighting.”
Ghost groans between your legs, and it's then that you notice that Price is fisting his cock, moving his rough hand slowly up and down Ghost's length aligning it with your entrance. He pushes Ghost forward, filling you up once more and making you moan softly. 
“Lay down.” Price tells you this time, and you oblige letting your back rest against the table. Ghost’s hands move to the underside of your thighs, keeping them up closer to your chest. His hips move slowly in and out of you, and you notice one of his hands slip from your leg. 
Wet sounds catch your attention and when you look up you see Price kissing Ghost, his hand on the back of Ghost's head and Ghost’s hand wrapped around Price’s shaft. He moves his hand at the same pace as the one set by his hips fucking you, you barely hear them moan into each other mouth. The slightest twitch of their eyebrow when they touch a weak spot.
You notice Price’s hand on Ghost’s waist under his shirt, rubbing circles with his thumb and slightly pushing him forward to meet your hips. The one that is behind his head closes around his hair, pulling his head slightly back and Price moves to kiss the man’s throat, a moan leaving Ghost’s mouth as he looks up. 
You see Price drag his tongue flat against Ghost’s neck, moving up to behind his ear biting at his lobe and it is then that he catches you staring; a smirk appearing on his face. “I think birdie is a little perver that likes to watch…” He snitches, a tone of voice that lets you know you are in trouble. 
“I think she just wants more attention… Can’t have enough, do you, birdie?” Ghost asks, grunting as he keeps thrusting in and out. 
“Not true...” You mumble, half whining. You follow Price as he moves away from Ghost, his hand finding its way back to your leg. Price stands behind you, pressing his hand on your chest to make you lie down coming face to face with his dick right in front of your face. 
“Maybe if you have a cock down your throat you will stop lying.” He says, fisting his dick and probing your lips. You open your mouth slowly, expecting him to ease his way inside little by little. Instead, the moment your mouth is opened enough he thrusts forward, making you gag.
“Fuck!” You heard Ghost groan. “Do it again, captain. She clenched down so hard when you did.”
Price chuckles, pulling back and bending down to look at your face. He grabs your hand, moving it so his fingers are on your palm. “If it gets too much, grab it twice, alright, love?” He instructs and you nod, opening your mouth back again eagerly.
He doesn't waste time, filling your mouth back at the same time Ghost does, making you arch your back at the double stimulation. Something about the unusual harder way that the both of them are fucking you tonight truly ignites something inside of you. Ever since your weekend with Soap, something in the dynamics of the five seems to have changed.
Before, they would always touch you with such care as if scared you would break or that they would scare you off if they pressed a bit too hard. Always putting you in front of them, making sure you were enjoying it most time not even caring about themselves.
Not that they are not caring about it today, but there is a certain edge about it that shows that they are enjoying it doing it harder not for the extra friction but for the feeling that they are allowed to do it to you and you are basking on the attention received. 
Price and Ghost thrust in and out so hard that for a second you fear they may meet in the middle, their hands roam your body, pressing, scratching, slightly slapping just to make you jump at the sting. 
Price leans forward to kiss Ghost again, the change in angle making his shaft hit deeper in your throat making you grab his finger in reflex; once, not twice. And once he is sure of it, he keeps fucking your skull without much of a care.
It is not much longer after that you feel your second climax on the night approach, not that you could do much about it. The change in Price's attitude, from worshipping you on your first night to the lack of care of tonight truly opens your eyes to the wide range of possibilities with the man.
And the way Ghost has been filling you up, cunt stretched to accommodate the wide size of his shaft on every thrust has you wailing around Price when his thumb rubs your clit in tight circles. You combust on a loud moan around Price, Ghost holding your hips hard as he picks up the pace trying to reach his as well, grunting loudly and pulling out last second to paint your abdomen white with his spend, groaning at the sigh. 
It is Price the last to come, letting go of your hand to wrap both of his around your throat to fuck it harder. It makes you panic for a second, the lack of his hand translating to a lack of communication to let him know if it is too much. It only lasts until Ghost’s hand takes Price’s place, keeping you grounded as he moves to your side kissing your hand. 
Price's hands wrap harder than expected, making it almost impossible to breathe and having to lean on holding your breath for as long as Price needs hoping to have the lungs capacity. He finally does, right as you start to think about tapping out, he comes deep down your throat, coughing when he finally lets go of your neck. 
He pulls back, letting you breathe, marvelling at the sight of his pretty bird looking so filthy with his and his Lieutenant come on her body. He sits back down on his chair, picking you up to sit you down on his lap; using the tissues on his desk to wash as good as he can the come and spit drying up on your face as you are still coughing up a bit. 
Post-nut clarity hits Price hard when he sees the imprints on his hands on your neck, they are just red for the lack of oxygen; he knows perfectly fine there will be no marks in the morning. But right now you are coughing up a lung and his hands are around your neck. 
He cuddles you, kissing your head as he bathes you in apologies. “I’m sorry, birdie. I was too rough, sorry, love.”
You shake your head, making him look down at your face, heart warming up when he sees a little mischievous smile on your mouth. “I liked it.” You say, voice hoarse and scratched. 
Ghost chuckles behind you, crouching down to let a glass of water on your hands. “You were right, Captain. She is a little perver.” He jokes, dropping a kiss on your forehead. 
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Only two more chapters to go to finish this series, and I dont know how to feel about it.
I only need to write the finale, and revise the next one, AAAAA so nervous.
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DO ME A FAVOR,
GIVE ME A TASTE
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𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: not proofreaded(there's probably misspellings and mistakes but rn I'm too tired to do anything about them😭). smut with just a little bit of a plot. a lot bit of manipulation. fingering, pussy licking, breasts play, teasing, dom!harin, sub!reader, praise kink, praise receiving!reader, good girl!reader, unnie!harin, strap using. reader innocent and harin loves to have control over such a gentle flower, it feels comforting for her.
𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: you always had been in A, but a few months ago this changed, and now on every vote you're a B. were you a perfectionist or did you just want more power and status? who knows. but one thing is clear: you want to become A again and harin can help you with this, and very opportunely, you notice harin’s constant glances at yourself.
you always get the same rank from the very first day that harin started the pyramid game, you never doubted what rank you would get, it was always obvious A. let's say, being the heiress of a rich family was a kind of guarantee of success in voting for you. your carefree life continued for a long time, but suddenly, during the 13th game when you opened the app you saw your name in column B. that's when your eyes widened and fists clenched in annoyance and kinda discomfort. harin, sitting nearby, saw your reaction and the corner of her lips slightly moved up, of course, you didn’t notice that cuz you were too busy with your first “failure” in game. B this is not at all bad for others and you thought the same until today, until for some reason you felt very strong discomfort from such a voting result. yes, it hurts your pride very deeply. you racked your brains for a long time trying to understand why suddenly everything changed so much and you couldn’t return to A. though, the answer was much closer than you could have imagined. knowing that you would be desperate to get the desired result, harin decided to take advantage of this. it was easy to get some people in the class not to vote for you so that you don't get higher than class B. you weren’t stupid, at least not stupid enough to don't understand that the solution to your problem — baek harin, and she’s clearly interested in you, judging by her gaze that linger on you for a little longer than it should.
well, the realization that apparently you're a little more stupid than you initially thought came precisely when you came to harin for "help" in getting back into A rank in game and offered a service in return. expecting harin to ask in return some help with homework or something like that. just how wrong you were...
"a favor in return, you say? I would like to have a taste." harin said as her eyes lingered on your face for a couple of moments before moving a little lower to your chest. her hand gently touches your belly through your shirt, smoothly moves and rises along your silk covered body to your tie. with one confident and decisive move she tugged the tie a little, pulling you towards herself forcing a quiet gasp out of you.
you find yourself in harin’s house, that same day after school she invited you, talking about how the house is empty today and is at their disposal because her parents are on a business trip for work. your unnie’s room was spacious, very simple, but cozy and luxurious. in the dimly light the king-size bed was covered with soft, silky bed linen.
you're on the bed, harin is sitting right behind you, your shirt is already unbuttoned and open enough to give access to your bra and breasts that were almost spilling out of lingerie. first you feel the gentle touch of harin's fingers on your ribs, and then her fingers easily crawl under the lace fabric, prying up the hooks of your bra and unfastening it. she touches your already bare breasts, massaging them and then plays with your nipples, pinching and squeezing them, enjoying the soft moan you let out.
"harin-ah...."
she pinched your nipples a little more now making you moan louder and unintentionally back away a little, causing you to feel her chest pressing to your back.
"yes? what is it, hm? do you want to ask unnie for something?" one of her hands continues to play with your breasts not stopping her relentless assault on your nipples and her second hand goes down to your hip bone, squeezing it a little. she leans closer causing a goosebumps to run through your body from how nice and pleasant her warm breath feels on the back of your neck. "do you want me to touch you more, princess?"
when harin squeezes your thigh bone and plays with your breasts, you feel something unfamiliar but almost painfully pleasant and uncomfortable at the same time. it's like a knot is tightening in your lower abdomen and you feel the heat between your legs as well as the wetness starts to seep through your panties.
"yes. i want you to touch me... please. i feel the heat spreading trough my body..." you mutter trying not to sound too inexperienced and eager but failing immediately.
harin changes position a little, lowering your back onto the bed and your head resting on the pillows. the girl sits next to you, lifts your skirt and pulls down your panties, revealing your wet folds to her gaze. harin humms in delight and lightly licks her own lips. harin's fingers lowered to your pussy, collect moisture and smear it over your entrance. just a moment and one of her fingers pushes inside, moving a little.
"oh god, you're so tight... such a perfect girl for me." soon two of her fingers are pushing into your wet cunt, she spreads her fingers and twists them inside, stretching you and making your legs tremble. your moans are so cute, they only arousing harin more, a wet spot soon appears on her own panties too.
"Harin-ah!..." you yelping when she enters you with a third finger and it becomes difficult for you to stay still. a new layer of fun added harin’s tongue that moves circles around your clit, teasing the bundle of nerves. her tongues licks your folds all over, while her fingers pounding into you and now her lips wrap around your clit, starting to suck on it. you arch your back and your whimpers become much more urgent, your voice trembling.
"Unnie... please... I can't... oh my god... I'm gonna... I'm-"
with a wet pop, her fingers leave your pussy, which for a few more seconds tightened around the air trying to return contact. suddenly her tongue probs inside, she alternates between tongue fucking you and sucking your already swollen clit, making slurping sounds, drinking in your juices until you cum undone on her tongue. harin raises her head, and her fingers come to your clit, massaging it and slightly prolonging your orgasm. your eyes met and pleased smirk tugged her lips, seeing how your cheeks have turned red, and beads of sweat appeared on your forehead.
"you're such a good girl, princess. though, we're not done yet. i want to try something else on you." harin's hand reaches to the bedside table from where she takes out a medium-sized strap. she quickly and easily attaches the strap to her hips and positioned herself about you.
"oh, maybe we won't?... I mean, maybe we’ll try another time..." you sound a little nervous and worrying clearly etched on your face.
harin sighs, and pat's your head gently. she speaks, her voice calming and gentle but still gives the feeling of her being in control of the situation. "you don't want to? mm, princess, we can try... It's up to you, hon, but we could try and stop if you want. if you try for me, you'll make me very happy. you want unnie to be happy, right?" her last words, of course, kinda manipulative, but still you can't help but nod a little just unable to say no. harin smirks and raised your legs, bending them at the knees and she positioned the tip of the strap near your pussy still glistening with cum. she takes your hand in her own, gently stroking it and comforting you like that. when you look distracted enough she pushes all the way inside with just one thrust. you whimper in slight pain and squeeze her hand, your breathe catches in your throat. harin doesn’t move her hips for a few seconds, let you get used to the feeling of fullness and stretchiness.
"good girl... see, it wasn't that hard, right? I'm happy with you, princess. I'm so proud of you. such a gentle little flower... but still taking me so good." harin at first began to move her hips smoothly, later picking up speed, thrusting faster and harder. she pulled away and then slamms all the way back inside, hitting the sweet spot inside you. her thrusts were a little irregular but so good... she makes you moan, whimper and beg for more. in the end of the day you're becoming a breathless, blushing mess all hot and bothered, stretche and wet, just lying on the bed, your head on her chest while she plays with your hair
"by the way... as i said before, I'll help you return to A rank, princess."
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In sickness and in health
Wanderer x gn!reader
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synopsis | You never get sick. Or that's what Wanderer believed. And now that you caught yourself a high fever, he's beyond scared.
content | fluff, mild angst w/ comfort (just a little sprinkle of angst, nothing major)
cw | a few curses, abandonment issues, mentions of death
a/c | @/chinikuniku on X
taglist | @ayanasss , @m1stt1
a/n | My 250 follower special is finally out‼️ Thank you for reading and thank you for following my blog 🫶🏻
And thank you @cyberprimeyt for the lovely idea!
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"OPEN YOUR MOUTH." Wanderer commanded you, not taking 'no' for an answer. And so you did, albeit reluctantly. Your throat felt dry and the temperature of the soup he fed you was awfully hot. It hurt to eat. But you know you needed to eat something.
You usually never got sick, you swore on that. Even Wanderer was a witness of your good health! But you just had a very important matter at hand, which made you run through the heavy rain at midnight. If you didn't catch a cold under those circumstances, you were actually indestructible. But alas, you are also just a human being.
Your whole body is aching and searing hot to the touch. An uncomfortable heat covered you entire body with sweat. This was due to the two thick blankets drapped over your body. But you knew that once you left the comforts of your blankets, you'd freeze to death. Is this the price you had to pay for all those years of good health?
"Snap out of it and eat up. You didn't eat anything the whole day." your boyfriend prodded you, the end of the spoon hitting your lips. A pout formed on those very lips as you closed your eyes. You would've shook your head in response, but your head was pounding and dizziness clouded your mind.
He sighed in response, putting placing the spoon back into the warm soup he had carefully prepared for you. "At least drink something." he said, handing you a glass of water. Then he got you medicine, pouring the liquid onto another spoon, before forcing it down your system in combination with the water. All with good intentions, of course.
Once you swallowed your medicine and sat upright for a good ten minutes to properly digest, Wanderer allowed you to lay back down. "Get some rest." he sighed, standing up and gathering the dishes to wash them later, "And call me if you need something. Don't even think about getting out of bed without my help." he had warned you, before exiting your room, leaving the door open to make sure he'd hear you if you called.
You just snuggled back into the blankets and sighed, closing your eyes to sleep it off. During that time, Wanderer took it upon himself to clean up around your apartment, doing the chores you couldn't do while he waited for you to wake up and hopefully get better soon.
He might've seemed unfazed while taking care of you, but in reality, he was scared and guilty. Scared that this fever will take you away from him. Guilty that you're suffering and he can't do anything to alleviate your pain. And he couldn't stop the pessimistic thoughts from clouding his judgment. It might be a silly thought, but he didn't want you to have the same fate as—
Wanderer snapped out of his thoughts when a glass fell to the ground and shattered on the floor. A sigh left his lips and he got to work to clean up the mess he made. He'll need to remind himself to get you a new one in the future.
Before long, your boyfriend decided to go outside and stock up your empty fridge and get you fresh medicine. You were running low anyways, 'might as well', he thought. And so he took off, taking your keys and closing the door securely after himself. You were sleeping and it'll probably take some time until you wake up again anyways.
Just how wrong he had been...
As soon as he came back from running your errands, he heard incessant coughing coming from your room. He immediately dropped the groceries on the ground, not caring if something spilled or broke. Your fever must be acting up again and he knew you needed someone to be by your side.
Once Wanderer entered your bedroomed in a hurry, you couldn't help but sigh out in relief. Your whole body was burning up, pain spreading through your limbs and your head felt like exploding. It hurts... but at least someone was here to help you now.
"Fuck, your fever is worsening..." Wanderer whispers, touching your forehead with the back of his hand. He needed to do something, anything to ensure your comfort, to ensure you're alright. He needed to go to Nahida or call a doctor and—
When he turned to go, you stopped him, your hand holding tightly onto his as heavy breaths left your parted lips. "Don't leave..." you mumble and he knew then that he couldn't possibly ignore your wishes. But also, he feared that if he doesn't get you help, you'd perish just like the little child five hundred years ago. For a first time in his life, he felt truly helpless.
It suddenly felt like time has rewinded itself back to five hundred years ago, back when he was just a mere puppet without a name, accompanying the child he viewed as his family. Back when he had watched the child cough and cry, complaining because of the pain, but assuring that he'd be alright. Back when he trusted the child with all of his being, only to come home to a lifeless body.
Seeing you in such a vulnerable and painful state made him anxious. Fear was crawling up his consciousness. He couldn't think of anything to help you, while you laid there, exhausted and your breathing irregular. Your eyes were looking up at him, a silent cry for comfort and a sign of pain.
When you saw him staring at you, his eyes unfocused, you knew he wasn't in the right state of mind to help you right now. The coughing didn't subside and it burned your throat as much as it burned his hollow chest to see you like this. You wanted so say something, seeing the panic in his eyes. To reassure him that everything's alright and that this will be over soon. If you could just say something.
Instead of words, you decided to act on your thoughts, pulling him down into an embrace. It didn't take long for him to wrap his arms around you as well, pulling you closer to him.
He was cold. A pleasant contrast to your burning temperatures. "Hey..." you mumble hoarsely, leaning your head onto his shoulder and closing your eyes. "Calm down, love." you continue to whisper, suppressing the oncoming coughs bubbling in your throat.
It only took four words to calm him down a bit more, his arms squeezing you to his own comfort. "Fuck." he exhales shakily into the crook of your neck. You were burning hot. And although it wasn't a good sign, he liked it. He always liked your warmth, it contrasted nicely to his freezing physic. "I'm acting pathetic right now." he mutters, trying to feel more of your addicting warmth against his skin.
"What's on your mind?" you asked him quietly, coughing just enough to make him pull you closer to him. "Just some... stupid thoughts." he mumbles in return. He didn't necessarily feel like talking about the cruel memories he had remembered. But he knew he couldn't hide anything from you. You knew him too well. So he decided to just be upfront with you. "You're reminding me of that sick child..."
"Your... 'family'?" you inquired, just to confirm. And after a short period of silence, you felt his head nodding against the curve of your neck. He had told you the story and you had witness the memories with him together, so you understood where his fear was coming from. Your lips parted to reassure him about yourself, when he cut you off.
"Please... please don't leave." he whispers shakily. You could feel the slightest trembles coming from his figure and you gently squeezed him in return. "I know you're human. And I know that eventually... you'll perish like all the other mortals... but please..." he pleaded to you, "don't fucking die on me just yet."
His figure trembled in your embrace as he poured his heart out to you, pleading as if you're his only god, as if you were his saviour. You wrapped your arms securely around his figure and pulled him down to lay in bed with you. "I'm not going anywhere." you reassure him in soft whispers, "I'll be there by your side as long as my time allows me to."
"Don't cry, my love." you continue, coughing in between your sentences. His body temperature was helping you in cooling down. Funny how you never thought of it before. "I'm not going to die to a silly fever." Sweet reassurances and soft whispers of love calmed him down as you two laid there in a shared embrace.
"Hey Kuni." you mumble sleepily after a long while. He hums quietly in response, not moving a muscle to look up at you. "If I die someday, I want to die seeing you smile at me one last time, okay? Only then can I tell the heavens above that I died happy death." you chuckle softly.
He squeezed you tighter in response, a tired sigh leaving his lips. "One more word about death and I'll feed you poison the next time."
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httpisaoki · 2 days
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gf! karina x workaholic! reader
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-> drabble pt. 2 because miss ko na sya (gf! jimin ackk), not proofread!!
wc is 834 words
kinda inspired by die for you bcs i was listening to it while writing this !!
fluff fluff (a bit of crying) fluff (took a break from all the angst hshdufjh)
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in all of your years together, jimin never failed to show her how much she cared for you. jimin would be the best gf ever !! and once she realizes how much of an overachiever you are, she makes it her mission to take care of you !!
under all the stress, your emotions often made you overthink, there were times where you needed her reassurance, her words to assure you that she loved you, even her acts made you wonder. but of course, karina being the loving girlfriend she is, never hesitates in showing her love for you.
and when she got a text from you to come over, she dropped everything to just see you (literally). she was too worried for you to care about the questions of her co-workers.
her nerves were wrecking on the way, and once she reached your shared apartment, she ran as fast as she could.
she opened the door to your apartment, seeing you covered up tightly with a blanket on the couch.
as jimin looked at you, she couldn't help but to grin as she made her way over to you. she sighed softly, "I should have told you to get more sleep." a smile making it's face onto her face as she looks at your stirring figure.
"I should have been with you." jimin mumbled, her grip on you tightening as she buried her face onto your chest.
"How long did you study?" she whispered. Her brows furrowed in worry as she looked at the desk where the books where scattered along with the unfinished essay.
"after my shift at the book store." you sleepily answered, trying to fight the sleepiness.
"You've been overworking yourself again." she pouted. "Did you eat dinner?" she asked, trying to shift the focus onto another topic but you could hear the genuine concern in her voice.
you shook your head, "I fell asleep a few minutes after I texted."
jimin let out a soft, frustrated sound. "Why do you have to push yourself so hard?" she murmured, her tone softening into one of concern. "You could've asked me to come over after work, I would've happily cooked you dinner instead of coming over so late."
you sighed, "I knew you were busy in the afternoon, I didn't want to be a bother,"
"You'll never be a bother to me." jimin murmured, her grip tightening as she pressed her face onto you again. "and I missed you." she pouted once more. "I don't care what I need to put on hold to be with you, you're my priority."
"I want to make you meals." jimin whispered, her thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. "I want to hold you when you feel like you're about to break." she leaned closer to you, her breath warm against your neck.
"I want to love you. I want to love you through every happy or hard moment you're experiencing." she breathed.
her hands stopped moving through your hair as her gaze fell with concern. "I can't stand to see you like this." her voice was soft, but you could hear the pain behind her words. "You are so hard on yourself, and it hurts me." she frowned, her eyes glistening as they welled up with tears.
"Please," she begged, her hand going to the back of your head and pressing it against her chest "Let me take your worries away."
jimin felt your head press against her chest as she felt your warmth spread through her.
she let out a content breath as she pulled you closer to her, wanting nothing more than to hold you and to comfort you.
"I just want you to be okay…" her voice was shaky, as her eyes began to well up with tears.
"I don't know what I'll do if anything bad ever happened to you." she sniffled. "You're too precious to me…"
Jimin closed her eyes at the feeling of your head against her chest. She slowly breathed in your scent, taking in the scent of everything that made you, you.
she held you close to her. She didn't like seeing you like this, she didn't like you overworking yourself to the point where you look more lifeless than a walking corpse.
"Let me love you." she whispered, her voice breaking as a tear trickled down her cheeks. "Let me love you… let me take away all the stress."
jimin felt you relax with every passing second, as she ran her hands through your hair. her body was pressed to yours as she felt your warmth and your breath against her body.
"Let me love you…" she murmured, as she leaned forward, her lips pressing against your forehead. Her breath was warm as she kissed your forehead, leaving a soft trail of kisses down to your jaw.
karina never failed to love you, to show how much you mean to her, how you were always her priority, how she would be willing to die for you.
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woncoyo · 2 days
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☁️⠀࣭⠀𝗌𝗍𝗎𝖽𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖾𝗇𝗁𝗒𝗉𝖾𝗇
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pairing: all members + fem!reader genres: fluff, headcanon, they're silly silly in love. warnings: none. word count: 1948.
author's note: if this headcanon seems familiar to you, it's likely because you came across it on my old blog (chacottone). i'm reposting it with a few changes.
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( HEESEUNG ) Even though he's a terrible liar, he pretends not to know the basics of math just to hear you talk for hours. At times, you stumble over certain concepts, yet he subtly guides you towards the correct answers. Ultimately, he ends up aiding you more than you aid him, and upon realizing this, you say, "I feel so stupid! I'm teaching you everything wrong."
“Of course not, princess! You're smarter than you think," he protests, instinctively placing his hand atop yours. "We're mutually assisting each other, you see?"
You swallow hard, the warmth of his touch lingering as the endearing nickname 'princess' resonates in your mind. Taking command of the situation, Heeseung retreats slightly, straightening himself in the chair beside you. “So, what are we-i mean! where were we?"
"Analytical Geometry," you murmur, indicating a specific passage in the book and inadvertently brushing against Heeseung's fingertips as you withdraw your hand. He attempts to suppress a smile, but fails, turning his head to the side and nibbling on his lower lip.
( JONGSEONG ) No one can ever find out that Jay paid the class representative to pair him up with you on the chemistry project; that would be too embarrassing. If he wanted to spend time with you so badly, he could have just asked you out like a normal person. However, he thought it would be too difficult given your popularity and the numerous guys chasing after you. Jay had to be clever to get to know you better.
"So, about chemical kinetics, what kind of movies are you into?" he asks, acting as if what he just said made any sense. You raise an eyebrow at him, finding it amusing how Jay nervously bites his cheek.
"Romantic comedies, I suppose," you reply with a shrug.
"Cool! Did you know there's a romantic movie marathon next weekend?" he mentions, attempting to maintain a relaxed posture as he scribbles something in his small notepad.
“Actually, I wasn't aware of that," you say, tilting your head to the side. "Why the sudden interest? Planning on asking me out?" Your question catches Jay off guard, and you smile at the effect you have on him.
“Yes... I mean, if you're up for it... no-do you… want to go out with me?”
( JAEYUN ) Getting out of football practice was quite the ordeal for Jake, all because he didn't want to miss your study session at the library. With a physics test looming tomorrow, Jake didn't need to brush up on a subject he already had a firm grasp of. However, he understood your struggles in that area and how tough you could be on yourself when things didn't click. That's why he pretended to feel unwell to leave practice early and "coincidentally" ran into you at the library.
"Sure, you can sit here!" you exclaim, taken aback by his presence. "Thought you'd be at practice.”
"Left early to study for tomorrow's test,” Jake shrugs, pulling up a chair close to yours.
"As if you need it," you tease. "Your grades are always top-notch."
"Yeah, I know," he responds, placing a hand over his heart, oozing confidence, as you playfully nudge his shoulder. "But I meant that I wanted to study with you…"
Your cheeks flush almost instantly, and you try to mask your embarrassment by burying yourself in the book in front of you, murmuring a hesitant "okay, then.”
( SUNGHOON ) He's feeling like the cleverest guy in the world for persuading all his friends to help him orchestrate a plan to be alone with you. It took countless text messages pleading with Heeseung, Jake, Jay, Seonwoo, and Jungwon to create a study group — since that's the only way to catch your attention — and then have them all cancel at the last minute when Sunghoon and you are supposed to meet.
“They’re running late…” you remark, glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time since your arrival.
"They’re not coming anymore," Sunghoon announces matter-of-factly. "Seems like there was some unexpected issue.”
"An unexpected issue involving all five of them at once?!" you widen your eyes in disbelief. "That's so weird."
"Not really," he says, rearranging the books on the table. "These guys are pretty irresponsible when it comes to studying. They're probably off having fun somewhere.
With a furrowed brow and arms crossed, you mull over Sunghoon's statement. Then, an idea strikes you. "We should do the same thing, don't you think?"
Sunghoon promptly closes the book. "You're absolutely right."
"But we also need to do well on Friday's test…" Seeing you hesitate, Sunghoon quickly reassures you, as spending time with you outside of school is something he's been longing to do.
"You'll do great, don't worry," he confirms, "plus, we can always study tomorrow. The good thing is that everyone will come… I guess."
Still feeling nervous, you bite your lower lip, debating whether or not to skip a day of studying. However, Sunghoon's hopeful expression starts to bolster your confidence. "So, what do you want to do?" You ask.
"Jesus Christ! I literally have a list of things I wanna do with you—I mean! To do in this city!"
( SEONWOO ) Respectfully, Sunoo is fed up with hearing about the conservation of mass, but because you're the one explaining, he silently endures. Spending Saturday studying for a test he knows he'll fail wasn't part of his plan, but being with you was, even if it meant sacrificing a night off locked indoors.
"Are you paying attention?" you inquire, noticing your friend's absent-mindedness. "Am I just talking to myself here?"
Sunoo snaps back to attention at your words, attempting to mask his lack of focus when he sees your irritated expression. "I'm paying attention!" he insists.
"What did I just say, then?" you ask, arms folded.
"Um… you were talking about how mass is created and destroyed during a chemical reaction," Sunoo mimics your posture, speaking with false confidence.
You sigh, "I literally said the opposite."
"I got mixed up! I'm just tired…" he reaches out to touch your hand. "Let's do something else, hm?"
"Only after you get this right. Then we can do whatever you want," you state firmly, and your friend grins in agreement.
"You should've said that sooner!”
( JUNGWON ) Your failure in last week's oral exam was the perfect excuse for Jungwon to invite you to study with him. Obviously, the goal isn't just to learn about the properties and graphs of exponential and logarithmic functions; Jungwon truly wants to forge a connection with you.
"Want to make this more interesting?" Jungwon suggests, noticing your disinterest. "We study for fifteen minutes straight, then take a five minute break to get to know each other better.”
"You want to get to know me better?" you furrow your brow, surprised by what he just said. After all, Jungwon is the smart, popular guy everyone admires, so why would he want to get closer to someone like you? His invitation to study together already caught you off guard, but you assumed it was just a gesture of kindness.
"Of course I do!" he says confidently. "I've been wanting to be friends with you since you first arrived at school, but you've always kept to yourself.”
"I'm a bit... reserved," you admit, and Jungwon nods understandingly.
"But that doesn't stop me from wanting to get to know you."
Your cheeks flush, and despite your usual reluctance to open up about yourself, you agree to his proposal. "Sure, let's give it a try.”
( RIKI ) He's on the brink of failing, and you simply can't bear to see your best friend struggle. That's why you scheduled a study session at your house, which didn't sit well with Riki. The reason behind his dissatisfaction lies in the fact that you, indirectly, are to blame for his potential failure.
Every day, you sit facing Riki in class, and every day, he is battling to focus because your captivating perfume and mint lip gloss steal his attention. He gets lost in thoughts of you, and by the time he snaps out of it, class is over. So, under these circumstances, how can he possibly concentrate on whatever you're saying right now when you're so close?
"Do you understand what I said?" you ask, shifting your attention to your friend, who appeared to be listening attentively. "Hmm, seems like it. So, let's have a little quiz!”
Riki takes a deep breath, attempting to refocus on the main subject.
"What's the primary component of plant cells responsible for photosynthesis?" you ask, your tone serious.
"Mint lip gloss," he responds without thinking—or perhaps thinking too much, but about the wrong thing. "No! That's not what I meant to say."
You arch an eyebrow, realizing your friend must be weary from studying. "Need a break? We could play video games for half an hour and then get back to business! But be aware, I'll be tacking on extra study time for it," you warn, rising from your chair.
"I'm screwed.”
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pick a pile: what does the universe love about you?
hello! this is my first pick a pile ever on this platform. notes: take what resonates and leave what doesn't. this is a general reading so not everything would resonate 100% with you. hopefully, you can take something out of this pick a pile session.
take a deep breath and ask yourself, "what does the universe love about me?" and choose whichever pile that calls out to you! the explanation is right under the cut.
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pile one
cards: the magician reversed, 3 of pentacles, the hierophant reversed
a lot of people have probably said that you are an eccentric individual with an unparalleled and unique way of thinking. you are one of a kind. it amuses everyone, it makes them shake their head in both confusion and fascination because, 'how could you think that way?'. sometimes you blurt out the most unconventional answer to an ordinary question because that's just the way your mind works. you think differently but that's also what makes people flock to you. because you're the only one who gives them a sense of belonging in this community.
pile two
cards: the devil, 6 of pentacles, 8 of pentacles
you are a hustler, through and through. you do your work out of obligation and you grumble every once in a while, but you are a hard worker with a high sense of responsibility. you might be the breadwinner in the family, or you have people you care for back at home who are your number one source of energy. they are what keeps you going and, because of them, you are willing to work your ass off. the exhaustion you feel every time you return from work disappears when you see them smiling at the things you give them, so that's why the universe loves you.
pile three
cards: 2 of cups, queen of pentacles reversed, the emperor reversed
you are a gentle soul, mild-mannered, and tend to be chill at all times, but when someone crosses your boundary, you do not hesitate to humble them down. your way of communicating is straightforward. when you need to communicate your thoughts and feelings, you do not need to sweeten your words or beat around the bush just to appease someone's feelings. regardless of that, people tend to find the way you communicate refreshing. they look to you for a piece of advice. they want you to call them on their bullshit. honestly, we need more people like you in our lives.
pile four
cards: strength reversed, 7 of pentacles, 9 of wands reversed
tenacity might as well be your middle name. you are incredibly strong-willed to the point that people think of you as hardheaded. well, you are hardheaded and you take pride in that. tackling hurdles to hurdles is not a big feat for you because you are brave and you know what you want in life. things that people call obstacles turn out to be challenges for you and you find them interesting to work around. you know your value and you never settle for less. there is nothing that could stop you from getting what you want because you know you deserve it after what you have gone through all this time.
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Old Scars, New Blood 5
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, borderline bullying, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: Reader has accepted that she’ll never be wanted, not only by the man she’s crushed on for years, but by anyone. That is until a new player enters the game. (f!, short!reader)
Character: Lloyd Hansen, Thor Odinson
Note: I hope you all have a great day.
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The rest of the drive is spent in silence, at least on your end. Lloyd chews loudly, licking his chops, and sucking his fingers loudly. The rose tint is tinged gray.
You pull into the compound and shift into park sharply. You don't move as you wait for Lloyd to get out. He wastes no time ditching you, letting out a shameless belch as he drops down onto the ground. The door snaps shut behind him and you huff.
You look over at the garbage left in his place. That's exactly where you belong. Right there with the trash.
You swipe up the crumple bag filled with wrappers and his half-finished soda. The keys jingle against the paper cup as you swipe your phone out behind you. You dump what's left of the espresso from your own cup and sheath it around the other.
You elbow the door shut and cross the dark grounds. The moon is a sliver that offers little light in the dark. You approach the doors and enter to the muted ruckus of voices and clinking bottles. Yet another night of debauchery. You don't know how Lloyd hasn't fallen right in with his guests.
You go to the kitchen and jam the bag and cups deep in the bin. You have half the mind to go through the fridge and get rid of all those meals you slaved over. Just like everything else, he'll spit it back in your face.
You flip open the door and stop yourself. No, no, he got the reaction he wanted, you're only shooting your own foot at this point. 
Your eyes center on a dark bottle with a silver label. Fuck it. You snatch the prosecco and swing the fridge shut.
You march back down the hall and ignore the din that seeps through from the dining room and various other doorways. You go upstairs to your room and close yourself in, letting the wood slam into the frame. You're not even mad at him, you're furious at yourself. Why can't you just accept it?
You drop the keys on the dresser, your phone too, and keep the bottle in hand. You untwist the wire around the cork and toss it aside. You push with your thumb until it pops and a fizzle escapes the long neck. 
You watch the wisp that rises and you gulp straight from the bottle. You cringe as your eyes water from bubbles and the stringently sweet wine floods your mouth. You gulp until you can't anymore. A quarter of the bottle down, you plunk it on the nightstand and let it sink into your veins.
You undress lazily and leave your clothes on the floor. You don't give a fuck. For one night, you just don't want to think. Hell, if you drink enough, you might just do something real stupid.
You grab the bottle and carry it into the bathroom. As you bend over to twist the faucet, the wine creeps into your brain, hazing your vision in warmth. You pull the lever for the stopper and slowly push yourself straight.
You lean on the porcelain and take another swig. You pop your mouth off the rim and lift one leg, then the other. You ease into the tub, splashing slightly as the water flows higher and higher.
You lean your head back, resting the bottle against the edge as you grip it tight. The ripples around you and beneath the skin and numb the ache in your chest. You close your eyes, drinking without thinking, guzzling until your stomach is full and the tub is nearly full.
You lay as you are, basking in the heat of the water. You could fall asleep right there. Just drift beneath the surface.
That thought jerks you awake. You sit up, dizzy, and get to your knees clumsily. You reach over the side to clunk the bottle onto the tile. You flip the stopper and lift yourself.
You get out, feet crashing onto the bathmat. You cling to the tub and take a breath. You reach for the bar and drag the towel off. You don't feel too bad, just a bit unsteady.
You wrap yourself up and teeter as you bend to grab the bottle. You clamber towards the door. You nudge it all the way open with your elbow.
As you enter the room, you stagger to a halt. You don't expect the figure sitting on your bed, watching you enter as he faces the bathroom door. You blink and squeeze the bottle tighter. 
You're buzzed. No, you're drunk.
You skin singes with self-awareness. Not only of the alcohol that dulls your mind but of the single piece of fabric around you.
“It's not healthy to drink alone,” Thor grins, a paper crinkles between his fingers, “or other things.”
He shows the slip of paper and you shake your head. He clicks his tongue and squints at it, “didn't take you for a cherry girl.”
“Huh?” You tilt your head, confused until you recall hastily hiding away the receipt in your pants. Fuck.
“I don't really use lube myself. Don't need it,” he reaches to drop the paper on the night table.
“What are you…” you clamp your lips shut as a hiccup rises. You swallow it and sway. 
“I don't make promises I don't keep, “ he stands, towering over you as he comes closer.
“You… it was a joke, wasn't it?” You babble dumbly.
“Why would I joke about that?” He stops before you and wraps his hand around the bottle, “mm, not much for bubbly,” he wiggles it free and swiftly empties what's left before examining the empty bottle, “how was your little business trip, eh?”
You frown and cross your arms over the top of the towel, “why are you here?” You ask again.
“I told you–”
“No, why… why did you come here? He hates you.”
“I got that sense of him,” Thor chortles, “doesn't bother me much.” He backs away and sets the bottle on the receipt, “I'm here to play with him. Have a bit of fun. However, he's not as amusing as I hoped. But you…”
“I…” you shake your head, “I'm drunk. I need to lay down.”
“Happily,” he winks as he reaches for you.
You sidle away, “please, I…” you swallow and your eyes flit around, “I can't–”
“Because of him? You’re wasting your time,” he latches onto your hand and draws it away from your chest, “he doesn't deserve you, little lamb.”
“I don't… it isn't because of him…”
“You're a poor liar,” he tuts, “shouldn't take your lessons from him.”
“Stop,” you try to tug away.
“You don't know what you need,” he drags you towards the bed, “it isn't him.”
“Please,” you whimper.
“You don't need to be nervous, I can be nice, kitten,” he purrs as he yanks you against him.
“I can't–” you squeak into a yelp as the towel falls away from your body, “Thor, please–”
“Louder,” he swiftly picks you up with his hands on your ass. 
You writhe against him as he spins and falls with you onto the mattress. It bounces under you and you nearly choke on your tongue. You slap his chest as he leans over you and smothers your mouth with his.
You close your eyes as they tingle and you dig your nails into the fabric of his shirt. You whimper and feel around with your other hand as he kneads your ass. You're overcome by his brusqueness. More so, you can't handle the touch, the way his hot breath consumes you, and that flicker on your core that has the vision of another flashing in your mind.
You turn your head and let out a croak as your tears leak out, “I can't,” you whine, “you're right, okay? I want him. I'm a stupid girl that wants someone like him.”
You bring your hand up to shield your face as he lifts himself on his elbow. He hovers over you as you devolve into sobs, “I'm pathetic.”
“Shhhh,” the soft stroke along your cheek startles you, “little kitty,” he slithers, “shhh.”
He shifts and comes down to his side. He slips his arm under your neck as you curl up, trying to disappear. He rolls you towards him so your face is against his shoulder. He pets your head as he holds you.
“Oh, little one,” he cooes, “it hurts now… but I can make it so much better.”
He stays like that, embracing you as you quake in your despair. You keep your face buried against his shirt as his thick muscles fill you with a sense of security. His other hand rests on your hip but does not wander.
Heaviness drapes over you and your body slowly slackens. The wine dulls your nerves and swirls in your head. You feel yourself spiraling and quickly fade into the void.
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Your brow twitches and your nose itches. You nearly smack yourself as you throw your hand up and groan. The effort makes you wince.
Ugh, hungover. It's been a while.
You bend your leg and the blanket falls away to uncover your naked thigh. You frown and peek down as you lift the blanket. No clothes. You blanch and lay back, trying to summon the memories of the previous night.
The buzzing of the shower draws your attention away from your internal search. Along with the thrum is the deep baritone singing a song you've never heard. You blink, long and hard, and push yourself up.
Your heart feels as if it's stopped beating. Your breath catches and you look around the room. There's clothing hung over the chair in the corner. Men's clothes.
Oh god.
You wouldn't…
As the melody carries, slightly offkey, you recognise the singer. Thor. Oh. Oh no.
You curl your fingers against the mattress, barely able to hold yourself up. You remember the bath and then him waiting and him on top of you but everything else is gone. How can you not remember? 
A pit plunges down to your stomach. No, you're not like that. You've held out all these years…
Well, how many chances did you really get?
The shower cranks off and you gulp, hugging the blanket against your chest as you sidle around to the edge of the bed. You can hear him moving around, humming. You don't know what to do.
As the door opens, you try to think of what to say. Hi, good morning, what the heck happened last night?
You're speechless as he emerges butt naked. Brazen as he has himself on full display. Full display.
You snap your mouth shut as he uses a towel to dry his hair and winks as he drops it down to wrap his waist. 
“Morning, kitten,” he growls, “you seem chipper.”
You try to talk but can only cough. You reach to touch your throat and rub the lump free, “Thor, what… last night…” your voice cracks with each syllable.
“Ha, you think we…” he lets the suggestion dangle and scoffs.
You nod. Of course, he's all bluster. He wouldn't actually want you.
“When it happens, you will remember it,” he taunts, “I like to build up to sleep fucking.”
Your jaw falls open, “Thor…”
“Besides, if anything had happened, you would remember it.”
“I…” you flutter your lashes, “I should–”
“Well here you are,” he knots the towel around his waist, “lucid…”
“...get dressed,” you complete your previous threat.
You stand but he blocks you easily. He catches your shoulders and urges you back. Your legs hit the mattress and you sit, unable to fight his strength.
“Now?” You squeak.
He rumbles with laughter as his hands trail down your arms, “just a taste. To pep me up for the day.”
“Uhhh,” your voice rolls out senselessly as his hand crawls over the blanket and he tugs it. You cling to it desperately. 
He snarls and yanks up the bottom, tossing it over his head as he seizes your thighs beneath. You yelp as he bows and pulls your legs apart. You lose hold of the blanket and it rumples at your waist as you catch yourself on the heels of your hands.
You wriggle and try to resist him as his head pokes up beneath the blankets. He has you leaning back on your arms as he pulls your legs over his shoulders. You lift a hand and slap his head as you realise what he's about to do.
Too late.
Your hand falls against his head as his hot breath tingles along your thighs. His cool tongue slips between your folds and you gasp, electricity coursing through you. Oh!
You let out a pathetic noise as you push futilely on his head, still writhing as he nuzzles further into you. His large tongue spreads wide and he flicks it up over your clit. You spasm and yipe in surprise at another zing.
“Thor,” you breathe.
He pulls back for just an instant, “louder, kitten, can't hear you under here.”
He dives back in and the bed bounces as you jolt. You try to smack him again but only urge him. You gasp and quiver helplessly, toes curling and legs tingling. What do you do?
Oh god, what can you do? This is better than any toy you got hidden in your nightstand. This is an actual man. It's real and it feels so good.
He wraps his arms around your legs and rips you down onto your back as he lifts your pelvis higher. He hums into you and it ripples up to your chest. You hiss and slap the bed as lay defeated.
“Ohhhhh,” you drone out as you succumb to the delightful swirls.
He growls and your breath hitches. He turns his head, just for a moment, and nips your thigh, “louder…”
You mewl and utter his name. It's as much a plea for him to keep going as it is for him to stop. He laps at you again and you cry out. That seems to fuel his fervour as he suckles at you eagerly. 
Your voice rises without your permission. Your whines burst from you as you claw at the blanket and squirm. You can't hold back. It's more than just that moment, it's years of waiting, of wanting.
You don't care that it's not who you wanted. You don't care if anyone else hears. You can't think straight enough for any of that as you call out Thor’s name, bucking your hips desperately into an orgasm.
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iheart-alastor · 2 days
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Alastor x Fem! Reader who can control sound
I've made this out of pure bordem before I go to sleep if you want me to continue it and possibly make it into a chapter I will put a poll at the bottom of it for you to answer!
(Baso reader in this can control peoples voice and certain objects what create sounnd like a tv or radio/anything what sound comes from)
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Alastor was on air again talking about the early 1900s and how life was until a huge screech sound ripples through his broadcast and cut it off. Completely before a loud laugh came through his microphone he looked at it in annoyance and confusion 'what was going on' before a voice came through it one more "Will you Shut the fuck up about the 1900s you fossil god it's so sad" a glitchy voice said to him. He knew it wasn't his actual mic heavens no why would it talk to him like that anyway he cleared his throat before asking "And who is this may I ask interrupting my broadcast is very bold of you" he asked in a stern voice trying to find out which desperate soul was trying to get on his nerves "Erm nonya business you old prick I was just doing people a favor from having to listen to yap about how it was to live with the dinosaurs" the voice said teasingly. Alastor scoffed at this comment "Oh dear once I find out who you are I will make sure to tear each of your limbs off for disrespecting me" he said as his antlers grew larger "ooo so scary I'm gonna shit myself, omg you're so edgy it's actually making me feel sick!" The voice said before laughing like a maniac before it stopped communicating with him
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Later on you was walking through town after ruining the radio demons broadcast, you're glad you've only just got in hell as he won't know who you are but making sure you don't interact with him anyway so he doesn't recognize your voice. Coincidentallya you bumped into someone pulling you out of your thought you stumbled back onto your ass before letting out a loud groan you looked up to see the radio demon standing there. The streets were quiet, empty, the only people noticeable were sinners who watched the situation from alleys. "Well my dear looks like you've taken quite the stumble!" Alastor said jokingly following it with a laugh at his own joke before he reached his hand out for you to grab onto. You took his hand and pulled yourself up and whispering a thanks before looking away. Hopefully he doesn't recognize your voice even if you whisper. "Do I know you dear you sound very familiar" you froze in place at the question and it made your already dead heart feel like it had stopped pumping "Uhm, no I don't think so I've only gotten into hell" you said trying to change the tone of your voice the excuse was half true as you had only gotten into hell at least over a week ago now you knew a majority of the overlords especially alastor. "Oh well you must not know me then! The names alastor pleasure to meet you darling what a pleasure" he says while taking your hand and landing a kiss on your knuckles "Well.. Hi alastor the names y/n" you say while nuzzling your head into your shoulder flustered at his gesture nobody had ever kissed your hand before. Probably because you grew up in a generation whats slowly loosing their manners, you was also glad you hadn't told alastor about your name whilst you interrupted his broadcast as you really don't want to make up a name alastor chuckled at your reaction to him kissing your hand "Y/n? What a beautiful name darling very beautiful I must say do tell me y/n do you easily get flustered?" Fuck why was he so polite? You would of already fell for him if you forgot that you just interrupted his broadcast an hour before bumping into him. If he knew who you was you'd be dead already! "Uhm no I just wasn't expecting such manners coming from a generation of people who have none it's quite rare" you say before laughing "oh do tell me my dear your generation is crazy! Respectless, sex deprived and don't know how to treat a lady as fine as yourself!" You chuckled before going back to thinking did he always act like this being flirtatious? Because gosh if not he may be wooing you on accident although your supposed to be rivals!
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|Mistakes|Platonic Yandere Alastor x fem!reader
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Warnings: Violence, manipulation, Alastor
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 (You are here)
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"Come, sit. We still have some hours to pass."
You nod simply and sit politely on the summoned couch.
The Radio demon sitting at a not so comfrotable distance. Checking out your jellyfish cap from above.
"So tell me, my dear. How does one die and turn into a jellyfish? I'm so curious." Alastor hums in that slightly condescending manner.
"Burned at the stake."
You answer as un-emotionally as you could. It's been a long time since your death after all.... No use being upset about it now.
Alastor freezes for a moment, smile stiffening. "What was that now?"
"Burned, at the stake, like as a witch." You subtly glance at him.
Alastor seems just a tad bit caught of guard by that. Wich was strange... Nobody is meant to surpise the Radio Demon.
"Do explain, we have all the time." Alastor muses, now totally intrested in what tale you're about to tell.
"It's long ago, so I'll spare you the details-"
"I want the details."
..."Alright..." You began, recalling your life on earth... In unfortunate times. You told him the tale of your adulthood, when you had been married off by your parents to a richer man, as was standard.
You had never truly wanted a lover, for your own reasons. So when your husband had eventually gotten in his head that it was time for children, he may have come off too forcefull, you may have gotten scared...And he may he landed himself in the fireplace.
Perhaps it's ironic that you both died in the same, burned.
Alastor sat silently, listening to your every word as if it were gospel. He was incredibly intrigued at the vague mention of your unneed for romance.
He found you two more similar by the minute.
Thrid mistake: Romace is moronic, yes.
"You don't deserve to be here." Alastor speaks up after he let your story sink in for a moment. You freeze at the words, taking them more hostile then he meant.
"Excuse me?" You blink in confusion, not wanting to sound offended.
"You're excused..." Alastor smirks.
"No, I mean in hell. You barely did anything wrong... Just one murder? To save yourself? Come on now, you're a saint compared to the demons I know. Perhaps that's why you're so enticing." He leans to you to look into your eyes trough your deadly veil of tendrils.
"Its still a sin." You frown. It's obvious that the demons restraining himself from unescesailry touching you.
"Y/N, wouldn't you like to live in a safer area? Not one where your appartement may fall appart?" Alastor tilts his head, red and black hair bobbing to the side.
"I uhm... can't afford that?" You mention awkardly.
"What about, you come live in my territory, free of charge. All I want from you, is your compagnionship." Alastor smirks further."If this is a deal, then no thank you- respectfully." You begin.
Alastor halts you with a hand raised."No deal, just a little promise between friends."
You look into his eyes for a moment.
They don't give away anything in the slightest...
It's like you're being urged to agree.
Your appartement was in ruins..
He wasn't that bad to hang out with...
It couldn't be that bad, could it? It would be safe....
"I'll... do it? Pinky promise." You say unsurely.
Alastor visibly brightens as you stick your hand out from under your stinging veil, to pinky promise.
"It's a promise."
The rest of extermination had gone by quickly, Alastor and you had just talked more, he shared some of his own answer, wich he insisted were rare to hear.
When the battle of angels was finally over, the ruckus outside stopped and Alastor just... dissapeared, saying he had to get your residence ready.
You honestly just tought he had changed his mind and left you in your still blocked off appartement to starve.
So, as any logical person, you started making your way out, trying to get trough the rubble to get to your window, because you knew damm well that the hall way was totally ruined too.
After too much trouble then it should have been worth, you made it to the window and climbed out like worlds most inexperienced firefighter.
Landing safely on the yucky streets of hell, you took some steps back to take in your ruined appartement, years of work, gone!
You take just a moment to feel bad about everything before walking down the sidewalk to go think about what you'd do now.
It's a shame you only got half an hour to yourself before an all too expressive Radio demon appeared behind you. Quickly halting your walk with a black tentacle before you on the sidewalk.
"Why were you not in your appartement?" Alastor smiles, tough he hoped you didn't notice his little twitching eyelid or the way his sharp fingers were twitching occasionally.
"I was scared it would collapse." You explain calmly. The radio demon can't help but feel like he isn't fully in control here because of your stupid tendrils.
"It wasn't going to, my dear." Alastor reassures and tries and fails to find a way to lead you away by the shoulder.
"Well I didn't know that..." You frown slightly. Alastor falters and bends down to meet your eye again.
"Turn that frown upside down, dear. You're never fully dressed without a smile." Alastor motion to his own sharp toothed smile.
You give in and force a smile upon your face.
The Radio demon is almost offended at your fake little smile. But no matter, he'd make you smile genuingly soon. He did get you a nice house to live in, after all.
If he can't get your soul then the next best thing might aswell be having you as close as possible. In his territory. In a safe place.
Untill he figured out how to cut of those tendrils...
The next weeks went by smoothly. You had moved into the house you were promised and Alastor never failed to visit you daily.
Why he kept on his intrest, you didn't know, there wasn't anything to gain from you.
But well, you suppose overlords had diffrent plans..?
And they did... have very diffrent plans.
Like keeping a wonderfull compagnion such as yourself.
Eeveryday, Alastor got closer to finding a way to keep you, to cut off those pesky tendrils and just have his now dubbed 'friend' with him.
Surely you wouldn't mind. You wouldn't need those stingers anymore when he's here to protect you. And there's no reason to be scared of him since you both know he'd never touch you inappropriately.
Just all the time...And that forever.It's okay to hold your 'friends' isn't it? Especially if they're as cute as you...
Wich is why you found yourself in the middle of a tea party.
Your life had been peaceful and easy ever since Alastor let you live in his territory.
Altough it seemed as if none of the other residents wanted anything to do with you, you managed.
You had Alastor to keep you compagny.Just like today.Just a tea party.
The Radio demon took a sip of the tea you prepared.
You did the same.
He stopped.
You didn't.
And in one swift swoop, you found yourself wacked agaisnt the wall like a ragdoll. In complete confusion.
Seeing as nothing was supposed to even be able to touch you. No less harm you like this.
So with the pain tolerance of a toddler you slumped to the ground in pain. Clicking of shoes stopping right before you.
"You'll be fine, my darling." Alastor reassures as he looks down at you.
You gasp for air and get met with another hit. Onto the ground you fully went.
A painfull thud was felt against your head and you were out like a light.
Much to the Radio demons amusement.
You even looked peacefull, beaten up on the floor.
It was eternal.
And now it was his.
This sinner.
This sight.
All his.
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➳Pairing: Kindergarden teacher!Jeongin x single mom!afab!reader
➳ Warnings: Smut ⋆ Age-gap, prev!jeongin, virgin!jeongin, switch!reader and switch!jeongin, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, overstimulations, creampie, the word 'punishment' is mentioned
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➳ Word Count: 7,8k
➳ Synopsis: He has tried to avoid you as much as possible but there's one thing he can't seem to avoid, to peak on you. And even though you caught him, to his surprise, you never closed the door, leaving it open just enough for him to catch glimpses of you whenever he pleased. It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse, one that Jeongin knew he shouldn't be playing. But he can't seem to stop himself. And once again he finds himself standing behind that door when your voice broke the silence "Why don't you enter when you're already here?"
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"Byeol, sweetheart, listen to me, okay?" You kneel down, gently holding Byeol's tiny hands in yours, his eyes filled with tears.
"Mommy needs to step out for a little while, but I promise I'll be back soon. Can you promise me you'll behave while I'm gone?" you continue softly, your voice filled with reassurance.
"NO DON'T WANT TO, YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME AGAIN. YOU'RE GONNA LEAVE ME LIKE DAD DID!" Byeol's voice cracks as tears stream down his chubby cheeks. His scream gets everyone's attention on the both of you. You could feel the rush of embarrassment and anger wash over you when you saw everyone's judgy eyes.
"Byeol! it's enough now!" You scold Byeol as you frustratingly stand up in a swift motion. You let go of Byeol's hands as you bring them up and massage your temples, trying to suppress the rising tension.
Byeol has been misbehaving this whole week and you can't get a hold of what causes Byeol to misbehave. You're having a really rough week where you have to work extra shifts and have almost all focus on work.
The stress of work has been piling up and you can't help but get frustrated at small things, including Byeol. You rarely get angry at Byeol but these days you've been finding yourself scolding at Byeol more than anything, letting your anger out on him. You feel sorry but you can't stop being frustrated at everything.
Byeol is now quiet and the only thing you can hear from him are his muffled cries. A short moment later you could see Jeongin rushing to Byeol, his steps are quick but gentle as he kneels down in front of Byeol, enveloping him in a comforting embrace.
"What's wrong, Byeol? Why are you crying?" Jeongin's voice is soft and soothing, filled with genuine concern as he tries to coax a response from the tearful child. He strokes Byeol's hair tenderly, offering reassurance words to calm him down. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm here for you. Don't cry, Byeol. I'm right here."
Jeongin lifts his eyes to you to see your exhausted figure, looking down at them. Jeongin's eyes looking at yours searching for an answer from you.
"Please take care of him and call me if he causes any trouble," you murmur, your voice filled with weariness. With one final glance at Byeol, tears well in your eyes, you turn away and begin to make your way to the car, your steps heavy with fatigue.
As your car disappears down the road, Jeongin shifts his attention back to Byeol, his heart aching at the sight of the trembling child in his arms. "Shall we go inside, Byeol?" he suggests gently, but Byeol shakes his head, clinging tighter to Jeongin as if afraid to let go. Ignoring Byeol's protest, Jeongin scoops him up and carries him inside.
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Byeol was crying so hard, his small frame wracked with sobs making everyone worried. His face was considered wet at the moment due to all his tears, mucus drips down from his nose. With a swipe of his arm, he tries to wipe it away but accidentally smears it across his sweater.
A string of mucus connecting his sleeves and nose. Seeing this Byeol was now basically screaming after you "WHAAAA...MOMMY I WANT MOMMY!!!"
In a rush of concern, Jeongin rushes toward Byeol, he worriedly asks "Byeol what's wrong? Why are you crying?". As a soft boy Jeongin is, seeing a child cry almost causes him to cry he himself.
"MOMWY I WANT MOMWY!!! MUCUS ITS DISWUSTING!!" Byeol bawls back as he reaches out his arm to show his mucus-covered sleeves.
"It's okay, it's okay, we'll take care of it," Jeongin reassures Byeol, gently lifting him into his arms and carrying him toward the teachers' room.
Byeol hugged Jeongin tightly when he carried him into the teachers' room to change into new clothes. Byeol is wrapping his arms around Jeongin's neck burying his face into the crotch of his neck, tears still well in Byeol's eyes even now when he had stopped crying.
"Innie..." Byeol mumbled out, his voice hoarse from all the screaming before.
"What is it Byeol?" Jeongin's tone was soft when he answered Byul.
"Can you from now on live in Byeol and mommy's house?" Byeol questioned, sniffing back his snort.
As they entered the teachers' room, Jeongin settled Byeol onto a chair, his gentle touch comforting as he crouched down to meet Byeol at eye level. "I'm sorry, Byeol, but I can't just suddenly move in with you and mommy like that" Jeongin explained gently, he continues "And I don't think mommy would want that either, so sit still here and I'll put you on the phone with mommy okay?"
Turning away from Byeol Jeongin reached for his phone in his locker to call after you but on the other line, all he heard was beeps. You must have turned off your phone, Jeongin guesses to himself.
Putting back his phone in his locker, he turned around and found a sullen Byeol, at the edge of a crying. Before Jeongin could react Byeol spoke up "I want Innie to stay with me and mommy, I want Innie to live in Byeol's house because mommy is always busy all the time and doesn't play with Byeol. Byeol is sad when there's no one to play with."
Tears started to stream down his cheeks while he continued, "Mommy doesn't care about Byeol, she screams at Byeol, she doesn't want to play and now Innie doesn't want to play with Byeol either. Innie and mommy don't care about Byeol, mommy and Innie don't wanna play with Byeol you guys don't love Byeol anymore!!" once again Byeol started to cry. He brings up his tiny hands to wipe away his tears.
Jeongin tries his best to comfort Byeol saying that none of them hates Byeol and that you guys love Byeol but he seems like to not believe in Jeongin's words. He nor respond or stop crying, he doesn't even look up at Jeongin now, the only thing he does is cry and cry.
Jeongin gazed into Byeol's tear-filled eyes, he couldn't help but feel sad. Those eyes had always been the prettiest he had ever seen, they were now clouded with hurt.
Jeongin has never seen Byeol like this before and now when he does, his heart aches because of it. Byeol has always been his favorite child ever, Byeol is the cutest and sweetest star that Jeongin has ever seen. Byeol's eyes are big and shiny like those stars Jeongin had seen in the night sky, that must be the reason why you named him Byeol, star in the night sky.
Jeongin thought those eyes were the pretties eyes he had ever seen but that was until he laid eyes on another pair of eyes that had captivated him even more deeply, yours.
Jeongin realized that while Byeol's eyes may be like individual stars, yours held the entire cosmos within them, shining brighter than anything had seen before. And though he cherished Byeol with all his heart, it was your eyes that truly took his breath away, illuminating his world with their radiance.
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"NO INNIE IS GONNA LIVE WITH US" Byeol mewls as he clings tightly to the hem of Jeongin's hoodie, his small fingers gripping desperately, refusing to let go.
"Byeol don't play around, I'm drained right now" you warn Byeol before he crosses the line. You are really exhausted from work and now you just wanna peacefully go home and rest, you don't wanna deal with Byeol's fools anymore. "Just let go of Jeongin and follow me home, now!". With a firm grip on Byeol's wrist, you attempt to pull him away from Jeongin.
"NAAUURR, I'M NOT LETTING GAUR. I DON'T WANNA GAUR HOME WITH YOU!!" Byeol protests grew louder as he struggles to wrest his arms away from your hold.
Overdly exhausted with everything and you were also fed up with Byeol's constant crying so you agreed to Byeol's foolish request. Thought of it you might need a babysitter to keep Byeol entertained as you take some rest. And Jeongin seems like a good kid so maybe you didn't really mind him in your house.
"Okay, Byeol Innie can visit our house tomorrow, not today okay?" You take a glance at Jeongin to see if he has something to say but he remains silent.
"Really? But I want today though..." Byeol's voice trails off, disappointment is visible in his tone but he eventually accepts it.
Sensing Byeol's lingering dissatisfaction, Jeongin kneels down in front of him, gently wiping away the tears from his chubby cheeks with tender care. "I still have to take care of your other friends today, but tomorrow I promise!" Jeongin brings up his pinky promises in front of Byeol, giving him a bright smile.
Byeol looks at Jeongin through his wet lashes still unsatisfied with the solution but he is comforted by Jeongin's promise of tomorrow.
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Ding dong
The sound of the doorbell chiming through the house got Byeol rushing towards the front door. "Innie! It's Innie!" he exclaims, his voice filled with joy as he reaches up to fumble with the lock, his small stature barely allowing him to reach the door handle.
Standing on the other side of the door was Jeongin, clad in a checkered shirt and loose jeans, a warm smile spreading across his face. As Byeol flings the door open, he rushes straight into Jeongin's awaiting arms, Jeongin's arms envelop Byeol's tiny frame in a tight hug. "Innie!" Byeol cheered, his excitement noticeable.
"Hello, Byeol!" Jeongin greets him with equal enthusiasm, lifting Byeol effortlessly and settling him on his hip. "Where's mommy?" he asks, his gaze scanning the room as he awaits for an answer.
"In the kitchen" Byeol answers, pointing towards the way heading to the kitchen.
You're in the kitchen preparing dinner for Byeol, you don't even notice when Jeongin and Byeol approach you. Your hair is tied up in a messy bun and you're wearing an unevenly buttoned blouse, paired with a tight skirt. Jeongin guesses for himself that you didn't have time to change into comfy clothes after work before you had to prepare food for Byeol.
"Hello Ms. Y/L/N" Jeongin gestures a bright smile as he greets you, walking towards the island where you're standing.
You're a bit startled when you hear Jeongin, a hint of surprise flickering across your features. You had completely forgotten that you told him to come visit yesterday. "O-oh hey, Jeongin" you gave back an awkward smile, looking at the tall cute guy in front of you.
Stupid you, if only you had remembered that Jeongin would come over today you would have greeted him better and maybe also tidy up yourself too.
Seeing your awkward response Jeongin mentally curses himself for it, his mind races with self-doubt. Maybe he had misread the situation entirely. Maybe you didn't mean it when you invited him over yesterday, maybe you only said that to stop Byeol's fool, maybe you didn't really want him here at all, maybe-
Before his thoughts could consume him entirely, you speak up, breaking the uncomfortable silence "Would you like something to eat Jeongin?" you ask, your voice soft and inviting as you look up from the dino nuggets sizzling in the saucepan.
"Nah, it's alright. I've already eaten" Lie, that was a lie Jeongin made up. He hadn't eaten all day because he was too thrilled to remember that he had to eat, he's ravenously hungry atm.
"You, sure? I made some extra, you can eat if you want" You said, gesturing at the dino nuggets you're frying.
The sizzling from the nuggets and the smell of it causes Jeongin to regret his words. 'Maybe I should've said yes' Jeongin thought to himself.
"Say ahhh--" With a nugget in your hand you're reaching it to Jeongin's mouth, "Have a taste darlin'" you continue. The nugget nudges the bottom of Jeongin's lip making him break free making him shift his eyes between you and the nugget.
He doesn't know if he should take a bite, he's not sure if it's appropriate to get fed by someone, by you, someone he barely knows. But if he doesn't, it would be impolite to just decline when the nugget is almost in his mouth. In the end he finally decides to take a bite cuz who cares if it's appropriate or not when you are willing to feed him.
Taking a bite of the nugget, Jeongin could feel the tip of your fingers nudge against his lips. Oh god, he wishes he could lick them, suck on them right now, let your hand travel to the place on his body that he wants you to be at the most. He wishes those fingers of yours could work against him, making him feel like heaven, tease him, make him beg for you...oh only if you could...only if it all became true...only if....
"Jeongin? Jeongin! You there darlin'?" As you wave your hand in front of Jeongin, his thoughts snap back to the present, and he blinks.
"oh-uh yea?" Jeongin replies, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment at being caught zoning out.
"You seem to be zoning out much today," you observe him with a soft chuckle, a knowing look in your eye. "Are you nervous?" Taking out two plates from the cabinet you start to portion out the nuggets.
Jeongin's heart skipped a beat at the question, his mind racing to come up with a convincible explanation. "Ah, no, not really, Ms. Y/L/N," he stams, a nervous laugh escaping him as he scratches the back of his head.
Bringing the two plates to the dining table, you set them down with a soft clatter, a warm smile gracing your lips as you turn to Jeongin. "Don't be so formal, Jeongin. Make yourself at home," you encourage, your lips slightly curling up to a welcoming smile.
"Well, well, I gotta get back to work," you announce, turning your attention to Byeol, who is nestled in Jeongin's arms. With a playful pinch to Byeol's chubby cheeks, you address him with affectionate teasing. "You little monster, don't cause Innie any trouble" you say before planting a tender kiss on his cheek where you had just pinched him.
"Owie, mommy!" Byeol whines but the little smirk on his lips betrays his words. He adored the attention and affection lavished upon him, especially the kisses from his beloved mommy.
"Let me know when you're heading home", was the last thing you said to Jeongin before heading upstairs to your room with Jeongin's eyes glued after you.
It's currently 9 pm and Byeol is dead asleep on the couch and next to him is Jeongin. Taking a look at his Apple watch he realizes that it's too late for him to stay at your house so he lifts himself from the couch and starts to head for the stairs up to your room.
As Jeongin makes his way through the dimly lit hallway, his gaze scans the closed doors, searching for the one that led to your bedroom. 'It must be any of these doors that is the door to Ms. Y/L/N's bedroom'. Spotting a door, slightly ajar with a soft glow emanating from within, he guesses that it must be your room.
Approaching the door, he raises his hand up ready to knock but hesitates as he catches the sight of you through the crack in the door. His breath caught in his throat as he watch you standing in front of the mirror drying off your hair.
As Jeongin stands outside your partially open bedroom door, his gaze fixes on your silhouette, he can't help but notice the wet patches dotting your pajamas. The wet patches on your tiddies clung to your buds giving him a clear view of the outline of your hardened buds pooking through the fabric.
A curious sensation begins to stir within him, a feeling he can't quite put into words, a fluttering feeling of nerves that he couldn't ignore. He feels an overwhelming urge to reach out, to pull you into his arms and lose himself in the warmth of your embrace. The thought of feeling your lips on his sends a shiver down his spine, lighting a fire within him that he struggles to contain.
A curious sensation begins to stir within him, a feeling he can't quite put into words. It started as a subtle warmth in his chest, a fluttering of nerves that he couldn't ignore. He feels an overwhelming urge to reach out, to pull you into his arms and lose himself in the warmth of your embrace. The thought of feeling your lips on his sends a shiver down his spine, lighting a fire within him that he struggles to contain.
Mesmerized by the sight, Jeongin finds himself unable to tear his eyes away from you. The way the light dances across your features, the graceful movement of your hands as you work with your hair, it all captivate him.
But just as quickly it came, it was gone, broken by your eyes on him through the mirror. Jeongin joins back from the door, his heart pounding in his chest as he tries to compose himself. He feels a surge of embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable moment, and he can't help but feel a sense of shame at his own actions.
'Fuck Ms. Y/L/N must think that I'm a freak, peeking on her like a fucking pervert, fuck fuck fuck fuck'. Jeongin thought for himself, overwhelmed with embarrassment. Before he could even begin to formulate an apology or explanation, the door to your bedroom suddenly swung open, revealing you standing there, your expression unreadable as you stare at him in silence.
Jeongin's heart sank as he met your gaze, feeling as though he had been caught red-handed in the act. He opens his mouth to speak, but the words catch in his throat, leaving him consumed by his own thoughts and emotions.
"I-I-I-I... I gotta head home," he blurts out, his voice trembling with embarrassment and desperation. Without waiting for a response, he turns on his heel and practically sprints down the stairs, his footsteps echoing loudly in the empty hallway. As he reaches the front door, Jeongin fumbles with the latch, his hands shaking with nervousness.
As he made his way home, Jeongin couldn't shake the feeling of humiliation that clung to him, a constant reminder of his foolish actions. And as he lay in bed that night, he couldn't help but wonder if he had irreparably damaged his relationship with you, the thought weighing heavily on his troubled mind.
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As the weeks passed since the incident, Jeongin found himself haunted by the memory of that night. Despite his best efforts to move on, he can't shake the feeling of awkwardness that lingers whenever he is around you, especially when he is babysitting Byeol.
Each interaction with you felt tense and uncomfortable as he tried to avoid your gaze and maintain a polite distance. He is always stumbling over his words, his movements stiff and hesitant when you're around.
He has tried to avoid you as much as possible but there's one thing he can't seem to avoid, to peak on you. And even though you caught him, to his surprise, you never closed the door or confronted him about his behavior, leaving it open just enough for him to catch glimpses of you whenever he pleased.
It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse, one that Jeongin knew he shouldn't be playing. But he can't seem to stop himself. Each time he caught a glimpse of you through the crack in the door, his heart would race with anticipation, his pulse quickening as he drank in the sight of you. It was an addiction he couldn't shake off even if it gnawed at him relentlessly, leaving him feeling both intoxicated and ashamed.
Like all the other days, Jeongin is heading to your house to babysit Byeol, but today he noticed the absence of Byeol in his usual play areas. Jeongin's instinct leads him to consider that Byeol might be with you in your bedroom.
As Jeongin ascended the stairs to your bedroom, a sense of familiarity washes over him. He knows what awaits him behind that slightly ajar door and can't resist the temptation to steal another glimpse of you. Sure enough, as he approached the door, he caught sight of you through the crack. You're sitting in front of the mirror, brushing your hair.
Just as he began to be fond of the sight, your voice broke the silence, causing him to startle in surprise. "Why don't you enter when you're already here?" you said, your tone calm and composed.
Jeongin freezes in his tracks, his heart pounding in his chest as your voice cuts through the silence. He felt a surge of panic washing over him, his mind racing as he struggle to come up with a response. It was as if history is repeating itself, and he can't shake the feeling of deja vu that washes over him. He hadn't expected you to notice him this time, and he curses himself for being so careless.
With a nervous cough, he pretends to be composure, pretending as if he had just arrived. "Ehem, good evening, Ms. Y/L/N," he greets, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I, uh, I was just coming up to check on Byeol. Is he here with you?"
His words come out in a rush, and he can't bring himself to meet your gaze. He awaits your response, bracing himself for whatever comes next.
You turn around to face him. You're wearing a pink silk bathrobe, the fabric draping over your curves in all the right places, pointing out your beauty in a way that leaves him breathless. "Byeol is at his friend's house and won't be home for tonight," you explain, your voice smooth and alluring.
Jeongin nods in understanding, trying to keep his composure despite the sudden flutter of nerves in his stomach. He can't help but feel a surge of attraction towards you.
"Then I guess I'll be heading home, have a good day ms. Y/L/N" Jeongin was ready to make a quick exit but before he could take another step, you speak up again, your tone teasing and playful. "Stop right there, darlin'," you say, your lips curling into a mischievous smile. "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you scared of me?"
The playful mockery in your tone causes Jeongin's cheeks to flush even deeper, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggles to find the right words to respond. He feels like a deer caught in headlights, unable to tear his gaze away from you as he stands rooted to the spot, uncertain of what to do next.
As you stand up from your seated position, a sense of anticipation fills the air. Jeongin's heart races as he watches you take slow, deliberate steps toward him, each movement sending a jolt of excitement coursing through his veins.
Before he knew it, you were standing in front of him, so close that he could feel the warmth radiating from your body. His breath catches in his throat as you reach out with the tip of your fingers, gently lifting his chin to meet your gaze. Jeongin's face flush with redness, his body trembling with a mixture of nerves and anticipation.
"You think that I don't see the little glances on me every time I'm around? Silly boy," you continue, your tone soft yet firm, leaving no room for argument.
"Stupid boy thinks that he can get away without consequences" you add, your words echoing in the silence of the room.
Jeongin feel like a puppy who had just chewed up its owner's favorite shoe, awaiting the unavoidable punishment that would follow. He knew he deserve whatever reprimand you had in store for him.
As you place your hand on Jeongin's chest, a gentle and deliberate touch, he can't help but shiver under your caress. The sensation of your hand gliding smoothly over his chest sent a wave of electricity through his body, making every hair stand on end.
His heart pounds in his chest, the rapid thumping echoing in his ears as he struggles to maintain his composure under your touch. He can't help but tremble slightly at the intensity of the moment.
The tenderness of your touch stirs something deep within him, stirring a sense of longing and desire that he couldn't deny. His body responds instinctively to the closeness between you, leaning into your touch.
Observing Jeongin's reaction, a small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. As the tension between you and Jeongin reaches its peak, you can't resist the urge to close the gap between your lips and his, so you do it. With a gentle yet confident movement, you leaned in, your breath mingling with his as you press your lips against his in a soft tender kiss.
The suddenness of the gesture caught Jeongin off guard, his heart skipping a beat as he feel the warmth of your lips against his own. As the world seems to spin around him, Jeongin can't help but question the reality of the moment. Was this truly happening, or was it just his imagination?
Driven by a longing unlike anything he has ever felt before, Jeongin instinctively reaches out, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around your waist as he drove his tounge in your mouth. The sensation of your body pressed against his own, feeling his skin burning hot by the feeling of your body.
In that moment, everything else fads away, the doubts, the uncertainties all replaced by the overwhelming need to be close to you. With each passing second, Jeongin feel himself falling deeper and deeper into the depths of his desire, lost in the intoxicating spell of your presence.
As the intoxicating rush of desire surggs through him, Jeongin realizes that a simple kiss isn't enough. He craved more, more of your touch, more of your warmth. His hands roam over your body, tracing every curve and contour and each touch sends a jolt of electricity through him with every passing moment.
"Woah easy there little boy" you break free from his kiss. You chuckle as Jeongin lets out a whine in protest at the loss of your lips against his. "This is supposed to be a punishment darlin'" You maintain a teasing smile as Jeongin attempts to lean in for another kiss again but you back away. "Let's see how well you handle the rest of your punishment, shall we?"
You free yourself from Jeongin's hold and with light steps, you're gliding towards the bed. Your slender fingers worked at the knot tying your bathrobe and with a swift motion, you successfully undid it. With a swift hand movement the silk fabric slides off your shoulders stopping by your waist, showing Jeongin the whole view of your entire back.
"Are you willing to help me relieve this stress of mine?" you purr, your voice dripping with seduction as your face turns halfway toward Jeongin.
With a heart heavy with longing and a soul consumed by desire, Jeongin didn't hesitate for a moment as he envelopes you in a tight embrace from behind. His arms, once trembling with uncertainty, now held you with a newfound strength.
"Yes, ma'am," he whispers, his voice fills with a mixture of longing and determination.
In that moment, as he hold you close, Jeongin allows himself to be swept away by the tide of emotion. He didn't care about the consequences of his actions, all he care about was being with you, even only for a brief moment.
"Is that so, Jeongin?" you inquire softly, your fingers tracing patterns along his arms that were wrapped around your waist. The room seems to pulse with anticipation, the air thick with unspoken desire.
Instead of replying, Jeongin tightens his embrace around you, drawing you closer until there was barely any space between the both of you, until his hard-on was firmly pressing against you.
You could feel him pressing aginst your back, causing a pool of arousal down your panties. You can feel the heat of his body against yours. It was as if every nerve ending in your body was on fire, yearning for his touch.
"Please," he whispers, his voice husky with desire, "let me please you."
Jeongin can't quite comprehend the sudden surge of boldness that coursed through him, but he knew one thing for certain. There was something different about this moment, something that stirr a strange and unfamiliar desire deep within him. It was a feeling he has never experienced before.
As if guided by a hidden force, Jeongin brings his hand up to cup your breast, his fingers gently squeezing and molding it. Your tiddies were so full and rounded that Jeongin could barely cup them fully with his large hand. Despite the challenge of their size, he takes the opportunity to caress them, his fingertips tracing the gentle curves.
He buries his head deep into the crook of your neck, his breath coming in hot and heavy against your skin. Each inhalation was filling with the heady scent of your scent, sending a rush of yearning through him, making him throb against you.
His heart was pounding so hard that he could feel the vibration throughout his entire body. With each passing moment, his longing to consume you whole grew larger and more intense. It was as if a primal instinct had taken hold of him, urging him to claim you.
"Such an impatient baby boy, hmm?" you tease with a playful smirk. "You said you wanted to please me?"
You get lost from Jeongin's hold and settle down on your bed, lying down on your back. "You know what to do with that mouth to earn a reward right?" you imply as you spread your legs for Jeongin to get access to your dripping cunt.
No, he doesn't, Jeongin doesn't have a clue about what to do, it's his first time ever doing this. This was all new to him, the warmth spreading through his veins, the throbbing on his length, It was his first time experiencing such intense desire. His cheeks burn with redness as he stands in front of you, feeling exposed and vulnerable in your presence.
You notice his hesitation and you feel a twinge of surprise as you observe Jeongin. Just moments ago, he had exuded a boldness that had taken you by surprise, yet now standing in front of you, cheeks flushed and eyes uncertain.
"Why so shy, Jeongin?" you tease gently, a playful glint in your eye. "Don't tell me you don't know what to do?"
You can't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation. Here is Jeongin, bold and daring enough to peek on women, yet hesitating when facing with intimacy.
"It's surprising how a perv like you who likes to peek on women has never done this before" you mock teasingly, your tone light and playful.
Even though you seem unbothered, you feel disappointed. You want Jeongin but you don't want Jeongin's first experience to be with someone like you, a single mom who was much older than him. He deserves someone younger, someone who could offer him the carefree romance of youth, unburdened by the complexities of someone like you.
You were preparing to wrap things up, sitting on the edge of the bed before Jeongin's words stops you dead in your tracks. "No, please" he implored, his voice filled with sincerity and determination, his vulnerability shining through as he sat before you on his knees, his eyes pleading for a chance.
"I want you to be my first, just teach me, and I can guarantee that I'll be able to please you" he pleads as he put his head on your thigh, his eyes locked on yours, his gaze is filled with an undeniable desire to please you. "I'm a fast learner" he continued.
You don't say anything as your eyes remain locked with his, you gently run your fingers through Jeongin's hair. Jeongin didn't back down either he held your gaze unwaveringly as he presses gentle kisses along your thigh.
If Jeongin was certain with it, if he was willing to make you happy, to please you, you were also willing to take care of him, to be his first.
With a gentle touch, you lift his chin off your thigh. Once again you spread our thighs in front of Jeongin, fingers working their way to your cunt, spreading your fold. With a stolid expression, you simply demand "lick". Jeongin drove right into your pussy, even though he's unsure but as long you like it he's willing to do it all.
The taste of you was heavenly, with each lick of your pussy he could taste the taste of your juices. And when Jeongin's tongue slides over a certain part of your pussy your whole body joined up. "There, right there baby boy" you hiss, taking a grab of Jeongin's head and blurring his face closer to your pussy, your voice dripping with pleasure.
Jeongin looks up at you as his lips working against your clit, sucking it oh so well. Your mouth drops to an o-shape, eyes squeeze shut as you throw your head back at the feeling of Jeongin's tongue nudging your sensitive nerve. His mouth got your toes curled as the feeling of this tingly feeling on your nerve.
Seeing your eyes shut tight with delight as you savor the feeling of his tounge fills him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. Your soft moan of pleasure sends a shiver down Jeongin's spine, and he can't help but feel a surge of happiness knowing that he was the one who brought you such pleasure.
"Want your fingers" you whines out as you grab his hands and guide it to your hole. Without hesitation, Jeongin sank two of his fingers inside you. His long slender fingers sank into you easily.
Jeongin watches as he carefully drags his fingers out of you. His fingers glistening by the moist on his fingers. Even though he has never done this before he gently pumps his fingers in and out of you. Obseving your reactio, seaching see any discomfort from you but insted of discomfort all he could see was your blissed out reaction. He knew he was doing it right. Like how he has seen it in porns, he parts his fingers inside of you, streching you out so nicely.
Jeongin claims to be new but somehow he knows exactly all the place to your sweet spots and even to the places you didn't know exsisted. The feelings of Jeongin's fingers sliding against your walls, work so smoothly inside of you make your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"f-fuck Jeongin, I'm c-close" you breathe out. You could feel the tingly feeling building up on your clit.
Knowing you were close, Jeongin palce his firm hand on the back of your thighs and brings them on his shoulder. He clung to your thigh with one of his arms on one side of your tigh as he once again conecting his lips to your clit, molding its way on it. As he drive into your pussy even more, his fingers working faster than before, eager to give you a sweet release.
With a familiar feeling of pleasure rushing through your body, you came with a loud whimper as you tried to squeeze your legs shut. But Jeongin fingers let go of your cunt and held your legs open. Jeongin didn't wanna stop, he hasn't had enough of your taste, hasn't had enough of your soft moans each time his tongue slides against your clit.
The sweet feeling of your release lasted for some blissful seconds giving you the feeling of relaxation. But the tingling on the nerve never intently seems to stop and the tingling feeling starts to feel overwhelming.
"Jeongin stop!" you yell as your body twitches by the overstimulation. Taking hold of his hair you yanked his head back to halt his action. Jeongin let out a pained groan at the sudden sting on his scalp. His eyes squeeze shut momentarily, but he quickly reopens them again, eyes glossy due to the sudden painful sting on his head.
You breathe heavily, your chest rising and falling with each labored breath. Calming down from the orgasm and the overstimulation, you stared back at him. "Such a fucking disobedient boy, who told you to act on your own?" tugging on his hair again you continued "hmm? answer me" your voice still as breathy as before.
"i-i'm so sorry I couldn't resist myself I-" Jeongin explains before he could finish he felt something pressing down on his length making him suck in a breath.
It was your feet pressing down on his hard-on. His cock stretches hardly against his pants, threatening to escape. A hint of mock in your tone "You really like to eat pussies huh?" your feet palming his fully clothed length.
Jeongin's breath grew heavier, his chest rising and falling with each ragged inhale as he struggled to compose himself "O-only yours".
You let out a chuckle at his answer "You really know how to use your words well" Your hand, which had been tangled in Jeongin's hair moments ago, now loosened its grip, sliding down to rest beside you, leaning back on your hand. "Take off your clothes" you demand.
Jeongin's hands tremble slightly as he fumbles with the zipper of his pants. With a timid glance in your direction, he hesitantly begins to unzip, revealing the fabric of his black boxer underneath. You can see the faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he struggles to maintain composure. Despite his efforts to appear confident, he can't hide the fact that he has never stripped in front of anyone side along showing his stiff length to anyone. With a deep breath, Jeongin finally shrugged off his pants, his movements were awkward but filled with determination.
Once completely naked, Jeongin's cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he notices his tip leaking with pre-cum, from the tip all the way down to his balls and into the floor. Frantically, he brings his hand up to cover his length, hoping to conceal it from your view. But no matter how he positions his hand, his cock remains visible, too large and stiff to be hidden completely.
"Look at you, tsk, so fucking pathetic" you mock, feet pressing at him again. Jeongin let out a choked moan as his senses were instantly awakened by the warmth from your bare feet.
Your feet working up and down his length, your toes tapping on his leaking tip. Jeongin finds himself unconscious humping at your feet, letting out grunts and groan as the pleasure takes over him, clogging his head. "fuck Y/N..." he mutter as he felt himself getting closer to the bring, feeling every nerve on his body about to snap but you cruelly pulled your feet away.
Your voice carries a deceptive softness, words dripping with fake concern as you uttered, "Aww darlin' that's not quite how you address me... You might want to try again" Each syllable seemed to hold a subtle mockery, leaving Jeongin feeling hopeless at the loss of his orgasm.
Jeongin's voice quive with desperation as he pleads, "No, no, no, please... I'm sorry, Ms. Y/L/N, please. let me cum...please" there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone as he whimpers because of the desperation.
"Bad boy gets punished....Jeongin-ah, go lay on the bed" you demanded, your voice lacing with authority and a hint of amusement.
Jeongin's heart races as he scrambles to obey, throwing himself on the bed, his back resting on the mattress. He didn't care what punishment you're going to give him, slap him, hit him, he doesn't care as long you let him cum. He's so fucking desperate right now...
With a swift motion, you manage to straddle Jeongin, your cunt hovering right above his length. Jeongin's eyes widened in surprise, his heart racing with anticipation. His breath grows heavier as he knows what is about to happen, he knows what you are about to do.
As you trail a finger down his chest, Jeongin can't help but feel a shiver run down his spine at the sight of your touch. It was a simple gesture, yet it got him throbbing hard underneath you, a strange electricity ran through him.
"You're even harder to please than Byeol" you chuckle lightly as you take hold of his base rubbing it against your slicked cunt. Jeongin's head joints backward with a breathy moan as a rush of electricity shocked him. He's leaking so much pre-cum making it even slicker than it already was. You hum quietly as you feel his slick tip rubbing at your already sensitive clit.
"P-please..." Jeongin's voice trembles, his breaths coming in irregular bursts as he struggles to keep his mind clear. His hands shook as he reached out, fingers hovering on your hip, compelling you to sink down on him.
You chuckle at his eagerness as you slowly sink yourself down on him. You utter a trail of erotic moans as Jeongin stretches you oh so deliciously. You can feel every inch of Jeongin sinking in you until you completely bottom out on him. So deep inside of you, you can't help but clench uncontrollably around him. This familiar yet so unfamiliar feeling gets your legs to tremble at the feeling of fulfillment inside of you.
When you adjust to the stretch you lift yourself up and sink slowly down on him. "oh god..." you moan out, feeling this divine feeling you haven't felt in ages making your head clogged with lust. More, you wanted more of this feeling against your walls. Once again you lift yourself and sink down on him
once....
twice....
third...
You're clogged with the pleasure but you suddenly feel a familiar feeling of something fluidity fills your cunt. You quickly shift your eyes to the boy in front of you. His mouth hung open as his eyes were squeezed shut, without a warning he had busted into you.
An undescribed expression smears all over his face as a wave of concern washes over you. You were so lost in the pleasure that you forgot it was Jeongin's first time, forgetting that probably all of this was too much to cooperate to warn you.
"ahhh fuck... that's- oh god" he breaths out. His voice all whiny and high-pitched.
You gently bring up your hand, using your fingertips to brush away the stray strands of hair that clung to Jeongin's forehead. "Is everything okay, Jeongin?" you ask, your voice soft and careful, lacing with genuine concern. "Do you want to take a break or stop for now?"
Jeongin's voice high-pitched and breathless, "No please....hah....you...haven't finished...yet" he answered trying his best to compose himself.
"But Jeongin, you-" before you could finish your sentence Jeongin lifts you and sinks you down on him again. Jeongin's body shakes due to overstimulation, with a grunt he throws his head back. His brows pressed together as he heavily breathes out. You can see the rapid rise and fall of his chest as his fingers tremble badly as he holds your hip. However, he still refuses to stop his action, forcing you to bounce on him.
You mewl as the sensation from your cunt once awakens. The sudden reaction give you no time to stop him, all you could do was moan out choked moans as Jeongin held you still and pounded you from underneath.
"I...can do this...please," he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with determination. Bringing his mouth to your buds, letting the tip of his tongue swirl around it as he sloppily sucks on them.
"Fuck-" You curse as each thrust of Jeongin's length inside you just keeps reaching deeper and deeper. Every nerve down there feels like they're on fire as Jeongin's trust never seems to slow down. His relentless pounding makes your body feel so incompetent, unable to resist his hold.
You place your hand on his stomach for support and under your fingertips you could feel how his muscles tense constantly at the overstimulation. You know Jeongin is forcing himself through his overstimulation, knowing that Jeongin will not stop torturing himself until you cum.
With him pounding like a mad man and with his lips on your tits, you slowly feel a familiar tingling on your clit along with a weird pressure that presses down your lower stomach approaching. You knew you were close. The pleasure builds up making you pulse and clenching down hard on Jeongin. He let go of your buds and hissed at the feeling of you clenching around him on his sensitive length. The feeling of you pulsing on him is unmanaged for Jeongin, his thrust slows down and becomes sloppier as his tolerance gradually slowly reaches its limits, the last droplets of his cum fill your cunt. He defeatly rests his head on your shoulder, deep grunts and groans leave like a trail from his lips.
And with some more shallow thrust, you cried out his name as you came you too. You hug his head closely to you as the divine feeling washes over you. Everything seems to fade away as the release gets you trembling for some extended second before you calm down.
As you hug his head in your arms you can hear soft snores coming from him. Gently lifting his head from your shoulder, you cup his face in your hands, studying his features in the soft glow of the room. Traces of tears listing on his cheeks due to the overstimulation. Your heart ach at the sight, knowing how much he wanted to please you. Leaning in, you press gentle kisses to the wet patches of his tears.
"You did well, Jeongin-ah" you whisper softly, your words carrying a tenderness that seemed to reach him even in his slumber. A soft hum escapes his lips, a subconscious response to your words, and you can't help but smile at his innocence.
With a gentle sigh, you pull him closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace as you sink in the comfortable feeling of him in your arm as you slowly drift off to sleep.
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Woahhh another long-ass fic is done😭 it took me forever to finish this one. I came up with the idea of this fic probably in the end of 2022 and it's finally done now. I'm so happeh.
I hope you guys like this fic too<333
Anyways have a toe curling day guys👹
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sargeantposting · 1 day
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A little earlier in the F2 season, we caught up with Williams Racing Academy Driver Logan Sargeant.
Wanting to get to know him just a little bit better, and with a big date in Austin now on the horizon, we tasked him with answering 22 questions about racing and life in general.
Here’s what he had to say…
What race day rituals do you have?
If weekends are going well, I tend to stick with the same underwear for each day. Before you worry, they’re different pairs! I have a Friday, Saturday, Sunday set. But if it’s not going well, I have to make a change!
What's your go-to coffee order?
Latte, but it's a double espresso before quali.
What's the inspiration behind your racing number?
This year it’s six because I can’t choose in F2, but when I am allowed to pick, it would be No3. Three for Dale Earnhardt, an all-out American hero.
Your favourite drink?
I’ve only just turned 21… but it’s water, of course.
If you had to cook one main course to impress a loved one, what would it be?
Oooo… I’m not much of a cook, but I can tell you what I would order in! I love a good prime rib.
What’s your favourite film?
Love the Jump Streets, but I’ve got a lot of time for Step Brothers. But if I had to choose out of the two, I’d go Jump Streets. I suppose I have to choose which one?! But 21 and 22 are both pretty good. Ah, I can’t decide.
Who is the toughest rival you've come up against so far?
It’s got to be the battle in Formula 3 between myself and Oscar Piastri.
Your favourite cheat meal?
Fortunately I have a quick metabolism, so they come relatively often… my American roots mean it would have to be a nice, juicy burger.
How many attempts did it take to pass your driving test?
Just one, which is apparently pretty rare for racing drivers! That’s including the practical and the theory.
Which track are you most looking forward to in 2022?
It’s got to be Monaco, but I’m looking forward to seeing the F1 team in Miami.
You can choose one song only to listen to before a race, what is it?
Lose Yourself - Eminem.
Is there one circuit not on your calendar that you'd love to race at?
Obviously it’s either Miami or Austin; to have a home race would be amazing. That said, I’d love to race at Suzuka some day.
Who is your favourite sports team outside of F1?
Anything Miami! We’re talking Heat, Dolphins, Marlins, Inter Miami… they’ve all got my support.
Least favourite exercise your trainer set for you in the offseason?
I’d say it’s got to be all the extra cardio I had to do to get ready for F2.
What's a better feeling, nailing a quali lap or executing a late overtake?
I saw what Nicky and Alex said to this answer and I have to agree. Nailing a quali lap all day long. It’s my favourite part of a weekend, I love putting it all on the line.
Is there anyone you idolised when growing up?
In racing, my first hero when I was a kid was, funnily enough, Jeff Gordon. I just loved watching him and the way he fought on track.
Favourite sport that's not F1?
At the moment, I’d have to say NFL. But it switches between that and the NBA.
If you could invite anyone in the world to a dinner party, which three people would you choose and why?
I would invite Leo DiCaprio, I feel he’s kind of cool. Then let’s also invite Margot Robbie and Brad Pitt. Let’s make it an A-List movie night!
What is your favourite Grand Prix?
Well, I could be biased and say Austin. I mean, how can you argue against 450,000 fans across the three days last year? That was pretty awesome. But I’ve got to say I love Silverstone as well.
What's been your favourite moment of your career so far?
My rookie race in Macau where I finished third. Definitely, 100%, hands down my favourite track in the world.
One word to describe how you're feeling about the 2022 season?
Confident.
One word that best describes Williams Racing to you?
Supportive.
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swallowtail-lotus · 2 days
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Harassed {Jack the Ripper/Poseidon}
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I'm sorry that I wrote this
Warning: mentions of murder and harassment. Don't do any of these things
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Jack the Ripper🔪-
One of your friends had dragged you to a bar one night, insisting you needed to get out more. You didn't have any plans that night but you still refused. After some convincing, you agreed to go.
A few minutes in and your friend is already gone, leaving you by yourself at the main counter. You only took a few shots, but stopped yourself after the 4th shot.
Suddenly, some drunk guy sat next to you, resting his rough hand on your shoulder. He tried so many times to get you to talk, but you just ignored him and walked out the bar. You began your lone walk to your home.
Just when you turned a corner, hands began to caress your sides. You thrash in the guy's grip but he just held you tighter. You took out a small pocket knife and stabbed his leg. You took off the moment he let you go, running inside your house and locked it.
You had a hard time sleeping after that.
The next day, you refused to get of bed, let alone the house. This worried some of your friends and tried to ask you why, but you kept quiet, which led them to ask the friend who took you.
"I do not know. They just left without even saying anything."
That was all they said. They decided to drop it once they realised their question won't be answered.
The next night, while it was dark, you heard a knock on your bedroom window. To your surprise, it was someone who you grew close to, Jack the Ripper. Your first encounter was when he was injured and you, a kind hearted soul, took him in, unaware of who he was. He originally wanted to kill you but seeing how kind you were, the thought of killing you soon went away.
"Milady, what seems to be troubling you?" He asked, his mixed eyes staring into your soul. Your dropped your head down low, refusing to let him see your tears. You wanted to lie your way out, but Jack would be aware of it.
"I-I was forced to go to a bar and this disgusting man touched me and tried to-"
"What did he look like?" You looked up, seeing the man's face turn to his usual murderous expression, but it seemed more dark.
"W-well, he had black hair and blue eyes and looks a little bigger than you. He also had some facial hair on his jaw." You described the man the best you could. Jack didn't say anything and disappeared into the night.
2 nights later~
Sweeping the floors of your house with a headache wasn't the best idea. After finishing off, you rested yourself on one of your chairs. You felt a piece of paper under your hand and picked it up. It was folded neatly and had beautiful handwriting. You opened it up and read the short letter.
I apologise for leaving you in your time of need, but I had to get rid of the beast who tried to corrupt you.
You felt a presence in your room and turned around, spotting Jack, twirling a knife in his hand. Without a second thought, you jumped up and hugged him. Jack held his arms away from you, not knowing what to do.
"You didn't need to kill him." Your voice muffled by his chest. Silence filled the room after you spoke.
"It was entirely necessary. I refuse to let them take your beautiful colours away."
Tears been to fall out, staining his shirt. Jack lowered his arms, slowly wrapping them around your waist.
He always thought he'd never meet a kind person, until life decided to let him meet you.
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Poseidon🔱-
Being married to one of the most fearsome gods has its ups and downs.
One up is that you're the only one who can meet his gaze and live the next day.
One down is that he refuses to let you show affection in public to not ruin his public image in being perfect. (It does upset you, but you understand)
He sees you as his equal, so it isn't much of a surprise when another god stupid enough tries to have his way with you and he is informed.
This god won't leave you alone, even when you declined his invitation to accompany him.
"I told you many times! I do not wish to go with you!" You yelled at the persistent god following you.
It all started when he approached you and started a normal conversation. Then, he started getting a little too touchy with you, brushing his hand against your bare skin, his hands lingering on your shoulders and hovering over your chest for too long. That was enough for you to storm out and head back to your husband, the god you truly love.
"Come on, beautiful! I just want to know you better." The god exclaimed, grabbing your wrist. He pulled you closer to him, smirking victoriously when he saw your frightened face.
"I don't think she feels the same way." A familiar voice chimed in. The god froze in his spot, giving you the chance to wiggle out of his arms and step away from him. You felt relieved to see Heracles, his usual smile not present on his face and replaced with a menacing glare. The god trembled in his shoes and just took off to who knows, too afraid to even try to speak to the towering demigod.
"Fucking coward." You thought, watching the god disappear around a corner. You felt the demigod's hand on your shoulder.
"You should go back to Uncle. I bet he's missing you." Heracles' face changed to a more cheerful one, his smile exposing his pearly whites. You giggled at his sudden change and nodded.
"I should. Thank you for saving me!"
"No problem!"
With that, you took off to see your husband. Before entering, you took the time to stand up straight, take a deep breath and walked in. You faced your husband, slowly making your way to your throne next to his. Sea Blue eyes observed your form, noticing your slightly messy hair and increased speed of your breathing.
He knew these were your signs of discomfort.
"Who is responsible?" His chilling voice filled the silence. You felt exposed upon hearing his question and hesitated on answering. But you gave up.
"Just another god." You finally answered, your hands gripping the armrests nervously. You knew lying to your husband would be impossible.
"Come here." He demanded. You quickly complied, standing in front of him, unsure of his next demand.
"I said, come here." He demanded again, his eyes staring right in your own orbs. You swallow slowly, stepping closer to him. This was strange, he never demanded, let alone asked for anything like this. With hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Poseidon's waist. When he didn't push you away, you lowered yourself down to sit on his lap.
Crying was out of the question if it was for anything else, but after what happened, you couldn't help it.
Your quietly sobbed, tightening the hug. Surprisingly, Poseidon did nothing but sit there, listening to your sobs.
Poseidon will have to wait until he can deal with the living filth that decided to get his dirty hands on his wife...
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𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 || 𝕴𝖁
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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Lucifer Morningstar x Reader
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Summary: A girl negotiates with the devil to have a happier life... would this really lead to a happy life though?
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Genre: ✿
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You held the phone up to your ear nervously, almost rocking in your bed as the number dialed. You didn't even know why you were so nervous; it's not like you're marrying this guy or anything. This is more of a mutual benefit situation. If anything, the closest thing you two will be by the end of this is friends.
You heard the call pick up by the second ring; however, a voice you didn't recognize answered. It wasn't Lucifer. His voice was a little more high-pitched and had a bit of a German accent.
"Hello?"
You blinked, feeling a surge of uncertainty. "Um, hi? I'm sorry, but Lucifer gave me his number. He said to call him when I made my decision."
"Pardon, but who is speaking?" the voice asked politely.
"Y/n L/n."
"One moment please."
As you waited, you could hear footsteps through the phone, along with faint voices of people speaking, before the call got cut. You looked at the phone with an arched brow before seeing a golden glow out of the corner of your eye.
You looked up to see the fallen angel entering through the portal, hat off his head and a nervous smile on his face. His shark-like teeth bit the inside of his lip before he asked, "So... you've already made your decision, huh?"
With how fast the choice came, Lucifer couldn't help but think of one thing: rejection. He expected it. He was asking a perfectly normal woman to copulate with him and then leave him with a child, acting like it never happened.
"I accept."
Wait, what? Lucifer whipped his head around to face you, who was looking at him with a slightly arched brow as his jaw dropped to the floor. "Seriously!? Thank-"
"Whoa! Slow down for a second, devil boy!" You raised a hand up, though internally you screamed at what you called him. 'Devil boy?' Since when did you say such strange nicknames and act like this? You didn't like it, and it seemed that Lucifer was taken aback by your words just as much as you were.
Ignoring your previous behavior, you faced the scroll toward him, "I have conditions," you said with lidded eyes, your expression slightly unimpressed, causing him to look at you with raised brows.
"You want to negotiate?" Lucifer couldn't help the smile that, for some reason, formed on his face despite the worry about what you might ask. As you wrote the extra conditions you wanted on the paper, his curiosity and anticipation grew.
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'... In the name of the Lucifer Morningstar, this contract will be viewed under the governance of the Lord, you sign this contract, and it can not be taken back, no matter the regret you create for yourself from virtue or sin.
With the words of this contract, [ Party A ] will carry the seed and bear the child of [ Party B ] who will be the concluded father of the child by the laws of nature and god.
Union shall be recognized and only recognized within the conditions of this contract stated below...
[ Party A ] must bear the child of [ Party B ] to claim the other rights of this contract.
All expenses belonging to [ Party A ] will be fulfilled by [ Party B ] in the past, present, and future.
[ Party A ] and [ Party B ] have the right to call upon the other for help when needed as long as the other is in favor of the other.
[ Party A ] has the choice of involvement with the child after birth, and [ Party B ] has no say in [ Party A ] involvement.
[ Party A ] and [ Party B ] must have at least one month of getting to know each other before copulation
[ Party A ] gains the ability to go back and forth between Hell and Earth any time before and after pregnancy
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"Oh no! No, no, no, Y/n no, no, no!" You grimaced slightly at the repetition and contempt, "That last one is... uh... no." He drooped, causing you to raise a brow and cross your arms.
"Why not?"
"Y/n, I am fine with the other conditions, but that last... one... it's just... hell is a horrible place filled with... sinners..." He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled golden hair that still looked good, "I don't... want to see you get hurt."
You looked at Lucifer with an unreadable expression for a couple of moments before you sighed through your nose. "I know hell may be dangerous, but it can’t be any worse than here-”
“Oh, trust me, sweetheart, it uh… it can be,” Lucifer interjected as he rubbed the back of his neck, knowing full well that turf wars were extremely common alongside massive fights.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Look, it’s not like I’m asking you to let me live there. I’m just asking to visit out of curiosity. Besides, you would be there with me, and if I am going to… bear your child, I want to see the world that they will one day rule,” you argued before you looked at him with those big round eyes, which placed him in a daze and for once had a small shine. “Please.”
Lucifer tried to hold his wall up, but for some reason, as he looked at you, he just couldn’t muster the will to say no. The staring contest lasted for multiple minutes before Lucifer slouched with a defeated look. “Fine. But you can only go when I am with you.”
“Great,” you said with a neutral face, but your eyes looked excited, there was a small glint but it was there. Lucifer couldn’t help but find it strange that you would always keep a calm or neutral expression no matter what.
It was the first thing he noticed about you, besides your beauty, of course. When Lucifer first met you, he immediately noticed how empty you looked, like a doll. You always held a neutral face. The only other expressions he had ever seen you make were annoyed, tired, slightly sad, and angry. You rarely ever showed interest in things and kept a wall around your heart, a large stone wall that could be taller than the Great Wall of China.
He had only seen you smile once. Once! It looked more like a ghost of a smirk than it did a genuine smile.
"I wonder... what it would take to get you to smile," he thought to himself as he observed you take the golden quill. Your hand moved with a mix of confidence and hesitance as you signed the contract in smooth yet slightly stuttering cursive, underlining it all at the end with a deliberate stroke. The golden ink glimmered on the parchment, sealing the agreement between you and Lucifer.
As the final stroke was made, a shimmering golden chain materialized, linking both of your wrists together, binding both of you in the contract. The weight of the chain felt both tangible and ghostly, dispersing like smoke despite feeling solid.
This was it. You had made a deal with the Devil himself. And there was no backing down now. You glanced over at Lucifer, who was looking at his wrist with slight wonderment, which made you wonder if he had ever made a deal with someone before.
For a moment, a strange sense of camaraderie washed over you. From what you had talked to him about, Lucifer wasn't that bad. Besides, maybe this new ordeal could introduce you to some form of happiness. That was really the only reason you were doing this... you were using him to gain your own happiness.
How bad could this end up being?
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Okay, I knew that adding a clause that we would get one month to get to know each other but...
Lucifer was laying his head on your lap as you both sat on the couch, watching the musical of "The Wizard of Oz".
A week had passed since the signing of the contract, and due to the clause you added, he came over every day to try to get to know each other a little better. You didn't want to have sex with someone you barely knew; you did not roll that way. So, you just thought that knowing him a tiny bit would make it easier for you.
So far, each day Lucifer would come over, and one of you would pick an activity to do together. The first day was your pick; you had chosen reading over tea, and it went surprisingly well. Lucifer had actually taken some history books and learned a bit more about life on Earth. You both had a tiny debate about the evolution of technology, and it led to a long chat about atomic bombs that made you realize how awful human weapons really were.
It went from shopping to board games, and then there was one day when Lucifer wanted to go ice skating with you. It was interesting, alright, especially how he managed to impress everyone by doing the triple axel. He claimed that he had never done ice skating before, but you didn't believe him.
Today, for some odd reason he had chosen musicals, not that it was something out of character, he was a bit old-fashioned as is. Though you were surprised to find yourself comfortable with the fact that he was laying his head on your lap.
Within just a week of knowing this fallen angel you already knew so much about him. He could be such an awkward nervous wreck, but once you got past that he was super chatty, he spoke a lot about his fellow sins and even got you to speak to him, despite not being much of a talker yourself.
As the vibrant colors of the movie danced across the screen, you found yourself enjoying the simple comfort of his presence. Despite the unusual circumstances that brought you together, there was a sense of ease between you, as if you had known each other for much longer than a mere week.
You gently ran your fingers through his hair as he hummed and snuggled closer to your hand, you felt a strange sense of contentment settle over you. Maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wasn't as daunting as you initially thought.
Don't worry more interesting things will happen next chapter! ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE 100 FOLLOWERS!
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wannabeanotter · 1 day
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I am always working lately it seems. Running from one job to another. I’m so envious of those men who seem to just be able to let themselves go. To not do what’s expected of them. Think you can help me relax a bit and get rid of some of my responsibility?
You wanna let loose? Sure bro!! First off, have a drink! It's on me.
Now, I've got some bad news. You're never going to set yourself free when you have a corporate structure to answer for, yknow? So I've taken the liberty and had you fired.
Aww, don't look at me like that. Here, have another drink
The second thing is your brain. You're too, well, how do I put it... motivated. You keep on thinking about things like "goals" and "consequences". Loser shit, not enough instant gratification. So, don't worry bro, I just turned all of that off. You want a beer? just drink one, no more fears about hangovers and "obligations" tomorrow. That pizza looks good, right? Eat another slice. Eat 5 more slices. Who gives a shit if you've already had enough food for 2 men today.
Wait, what's that? You feel weird? Like your body? Well yeah, duh, actions have consequences.
Oh right, I forgot I blasted that part of your brain. I guess you'll just have to live with whatever happens
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Yeah yeah, I know, shit sucks. But I guess all those calories started to add up. I said I'll help you loosen up, not your waistband.
The hair? I don't know what your talking about bro. Have you ever seen a fucker like you who wasn't hairy? Didn't think so. This is all natural. This is all right.
Well, nearly.
There's one last problem bro, even lazy dudes get their shit together; even pigs like you can stop eating, can get a job again, maybe even start working out. In my mind it just aint permanent enough.
So, I think I'm gonna give you something else. Something that can sap up any little sliver of focus you manage to squeeze out. Something that's going to eat up every minute of your life from now on.
Oop, there is goes. Do you feel that? Your mind is going somewhere else and it won't be coming back anytime soon
Tell me when you work it out ;)
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From now on, you'll be spending every waking moment thinking about your cock, playing with it non-stop. You wanna fuck anything and everything you see, don't you?
Good luck getting your job back now bro ;)
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Who has the biggest social media following?
I think Sephiroth would either post every thought he has or he would post once every lunar month.
Genesis would have the highest quality camera, knowledge of all social media sites and plus being a queer.
Angeal could be an online dad who mostly posts/reblogs cute animals.
Lazard is legally obligated to have social media and post, he makes it well known to all.
Zack posts every 5 seconds and most of the time it is complaints or vague posts that scare Lazard.
Rufus has been a social media presence since he was five and he has dirt on all the most famous people.
Idk about Cloud.
• Sephiroth has the larger following, but he also has maybe 20 photos in total on his social media, and only one of those is of himself (a picturesque photo Angeal took of him in the mountains. Sephiroth posted it, thanking Angeal and complimenting his photography skills in the caption, but it quickly broke the internet and is one of the most liked images ever. He posts once every few months and it's usually obscure and done so only because PR nags him about his social media presence.
A photo of his food at a restaurant, a photo of his sword perched against the wall of his office, a box of chocolates with his face on it (a partnership Shinra did with a famous chocolate company that Sephiroth found amusing), a photo of a book he likes, several nature snapshots, a cat he saw in an alleyway and stopped to pet, and what was his favorite picture—a nice photo of him, Angeal and Genesis together that Lazard took. PR took it down because Genesis was throwing gang signs (he didn't know Sephiroth was going to post it)
Oh yeah, there was one other photo that had to be taken down.
*Lazard bursts into Sephiroth's office*
Lazard: I TOLD YOU TO POST A PICTURE OF YOURSELF WITH PRESIDENT SHINRA.
Sephiroth: I did.
*Lazard pulls up a picture of Sephiroth with the half-cropped out President Shinra*
Lazard: THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT.
Sephiroth: God I look stunning.
• Genesis is a close second in terms of following, a fact that will forever irk him—even though he acts like it doesn't bother him. He's very dedicated to his curated, themed social media feed filled with action shots of him in battle, photo ops of him attending events and plays, magazine cover shoots, countless book recommendations and walls of text where he's waxing poetic about Loveless. At a glance, one would think Genesis's life is effortlessly perfect, and that's exactly what he wants people to think.
But who needs reality checks when you're best friends with Sephiroth.
*Genesis posts a perfect mirror selfie alongside Sephiroth and Angeal, he captions it "We seek it thus"*
SephirothOfficial commented: He cried when he couldn't get the lighting right.
• Angeal is somewhere in the middle, and he's relatively normal about what he posts, preferring to showcase what his real life looks like. There's pictures of him with the Seconds, Thirds and select infantrymen he's befriended. He also posts his cooking proudly, and always makes sure to add the recipe in the caption of the photo. He even posts some post-workout photos of himself that garner a lot of attention. He posts proud pictures of his plants, and picturesque nature scenes from his missions. Angeal's social media is where you'll find lighthearted photos of his friends, as well as a heap of sillyness that has PR ripping their hair out every other week. But his ultimate sin is being the friend who has to take a photo of everyone's food before they eat.
*At the restaurant, Zack is slowly rocking back and forth*
Zack: I'm having unfriendly thoughts.
Sephiroth: Can we please eat now?
Angeal: In a bit. Let me just adjust take one quick picture of Gen's soup...and.....done!
Zack: THE GODS HAVE ANSWERED MY PRAYERS
Genesis: They all look a bit blurry.
Angeal: You're right. Let me start over.
*Zack starts sobbing*
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