#(not out of ego i swear; but out of responsibility I feel)
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Imagine a world where people actually fucking listened to me.
#personal#work shenanigans#daisy rages#i am so deeply dedicated to communicating clearly and thoroughly#(not out of ego i swear; but out of responsibility I feel)#that when people respond and it's obvious they didn't comprehend my initial communication#it actually makes me doubt myself deeply#like....did i not make things clear enough? What did I do wrong? How can I change my communication style to make it more clear?#and there is a lot of rage mixed in there#like...do you just not respect me at all?#do you not see the value in reading the information i gave to you?#do you just not care enough to read everything?#is your time so much more valuable than mine that you shouldn't be expected to read and analyze?#I am trying to SAVE time here#i am trying to give you all the information and answer questions pre-emptively so we don't need to go back and forth#if you just fucking READ what I asked initially it would make all of this easier
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â. heâs nice. well, thatâs what everyoneâs been telling you.
tags. fem!reader, mild dubcon, possessive and obsessive behavior, simon is an excon, non-linear narrative for future chapters [18+ only]
part one | part two
Heâs always been a little obsessed with pretty things, even as a child.
It only makes sense that the habit would follow him into adulthood.
He sees you once while heâs walking by the bus stop. A timid thing wrapped up in an oversized sweater and parka coat, not looking up from the little book in your lap until the bus stops before you and takes you away.
The next time he sees you, he makes sure to come a few minutes earlier, lighting a cigarette and keeping his distance while he watches you read the same book from the day before. Simon knows itâs you, the girl from the letters, even if itâs a big city. It has to beâhis pretty, lonely, silly girl.
He thinks about walking up to you just to make sure, but he doesnât really need to. The address on the envelope brought him here, and youâre the only one heâs seen wearing a university sweater in this neighborhood.
But when he hesitates too long, a boy starts talking to you, and he watches you smile at somebody else.
Simon runs his thumb over his bottom lip and takes a deep breath to fill his chest with the soothing feeling of menthol and the burning taste of nicotine, trying to relax his white-knuckle grip on his steering wheel.Â
Youâll learn, he thinks, when the bus drives off, and the boy doesnât follow you on. Heâs a patient manâitâs possibly one of his finer qualities.
He lets his car idle as he climbs out before crushing his cigarette bud underneath his shoe, straightening his black tie, and crossing the street. The boy sees him and freezes, but Simon can only laugh, wiping blood off his cheek several seconds later.
Youâll learn.
Heâs nice.
Well, thatâs what everyoneâs been telling you. But nice, you've learned, can mean any number of things: a nice laugh, a nice house, a nice job, et cetera.
But how he holds himselfâtall, broad, and dangerousâhardly screams nice.
Itâs funny because you donât remember seeing him around the office beforeâthe company, including IT, occupies only four floors in the building.Â
Someone tells you heâs a friend of a friend. This initially sounds odd until Rose, the office gossip, says heâs someone rich who helps fund the company's social events. Hence, the crisp suit and the wide berth of space youâd give someone who wields their smile like a weapon.Â
You quickly look away twice when you find that smile aimed at you, heat traveling up to your hairline at an alarming rate.
It doesnât matter anyway. Heâs not your type.Â
âEnjoying the party?âÂ
You nearly jump out of your skin at the deep voice so close to your ear. Careful not to spill your drink, you turn your head to find him smiling down at you with a sharp curl of his mouth.
Then heâs in front of you, eyes dark and crinkling in the corners.
âUh, yeah. Itâs not bad, though,â you squeak nervously when you realize you havenât answered him. âItâs different from what Iâm used to.â
He raises an amused brow. âOh? And what might that be?â
Heâs intimidating up close, and you take a small sip of your drink to ease your nerves. âWell, no kegs or trashy music playing, and boys with egos bigger than the room.â
The man lets out a low chuckle as he considers your honest reply, and you swear you see something ripple across his features, but when you blink, itâs gone. âI suppose that differs from top-shelf liquor and live bands, huh? Which is better?â
You shrug. âWell, it depends on who you ask.âÂ
âIâm asking you.â
âHonest answer?âÂ
He nods.Â
âNeither. I donât really care for parties.â
âThen itâs quite unfortunate that you found yourself at one tonight.â He seems privately amused, in on a joke you have no part of. Then he says, âYou want to get out of here?â
âI probably shouldnât follow a stranger home,â you tell him bashfully.
âThatâs very responsible of you. Then how about I get you a drink? Thereâs a hotel across the street, and the barâs not shit.â
You bite your lip, and his big, warm hand is on the small of your back before you say anything. It mustâve been written all over your face like he knew you would say yes.
Heâs ever the gentleman, unlike most boys your age. Though, perhaps thatâs the difference. He isnât a boyânothing about him can hardly be described as such. This fact becomes a bit overwhelming and more evident once he has you on your back, thighs nearly up to your ears, and held in place by a firm, intricately tattooed forearm.
His smileâalmost too sharp to be niceâmakes your chest do this silly thing when he says, âLetâs play a game.âÂ
You whisper into the night air. âWhat kind of game?â
âItâs simple. You tell me yes or no.â
Your brows furrow, unsure of the rules of the game. âButââ
The slap against your cunt isnât harsh, but itâs the suddenness of it, how no one has ever thought to touch you like that, is what makes you squeak and tremble underneath himâthe rings on his fingers sharpening the stingâtrying to scurry up the bed, but hindered by his iron grip.
âYes or no?â
âY-yes.â
âThereâs a girl,â and then his fingertips drop down to where you're slippery-wet and sensitive, moving in hard, tight circles until you're clenching down on a curse between your teeth. "Messy little cunt."
It's too much, you think when he plugs two fingers (feeling like three of your own) into your pussy. The muscles in his shoulders roll as he shoves his fingers in and out, batting your hands away when you try to get him to slow down. Too much, tooâ
âItâs not. I want you to cum like this,â he says, teasing, nudging your clit with his thumb and swirling it in tight spit-slick circles; you have no choice but to chase that bright light feeling until you cum, sticky and sweaty.Â
Just like he promised you would, your orgasm is a shivery thing, molten heat, incandescent, settling in your veins until it pours out of you like liquid wax against the scratchy hotel sheets, but he doesnât stop. Instead, his fingers curl up and press into where youâre soft and tender.
He smiles. âThis is fun, isnât it, love?â
âI canât,â you whimper, not exactly answering him. âNo more, please.â
His eyes, already pupil-fat, go dark at hearing you beg, nostrils flaring. Please, the key for the small amount of mercy he grants you as he replaces his fingers with his mouth, pressing a chaste kiss to your clit and lightly sucking it into his mouth. His lips are just there, and then theyâre gone.
âSay it again.â
Your response is a wet little hiccup at the back of your throat. âW-what?â
âBeg me.â
âPlease.â
âAgain,â he says one more time.
âPlease, please, pleaseâŠâ
Itâs all you can think to say, strung between that dreamy space and reality, that you donât even notice him flipping you onto your tummy with ease, not until the light in the room is blotted out as he leans over you. He wraps a hand into the scruff of your neck and presses your face into the bed, the other tucked under your hips to keep them at the right angleâheld down with nowhere to go.
He leaves biting open-mouthed kisses across your shoulders and the back of your neckâSimonâhe manages to tell you his name from one little bruise to the next. Somewhere between the buzz in your ears, you hear him telling you that he wants you to moan it for him, nice and loud.
The haze clears a little, however, at the metal clink of a belt and the sound of a zipper coming undone before you feel his cock prodding you openâraw, without a condom.
âThere you go. Lay there, and justâjust give me what I fucking want,â Simon rasps as if you could actually move with his hands pinning you in place.Â
There are many things you should feel: scared of his words, trapped by the rings digging into tender flesh, by his thighs forcefully pushing yours apart. The red flags look more like flashing lights at this point.
Instead, you feel wantedâyour walls tighten around his cock, fluttering, pulling him deeper inside, letting him turn you inside out. A small smile buried into the pillow.
#simon ghost x reader#simon riley smut#simon riley imagine#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#ghost x reader#ghost imagine#ghost smut#cod smut#cod imagine#cod fic#cod x reader#mw2 smut#mw2 x reader#mw2 imagine#.things i write
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look at yourself, pretty... bottom male reader
!!.. amab reader, reader wears makeup, reader has a high ego, his bestfriend knocks that ego down lol, mirror sex, top likes to tease...
you stared at yourself in front of the mirror for the hundredth time today, admiring yourself and your choice of outfit for the day.
you twirled around a little checking how your shirt perfectly accentuated your waist and just how nicely your pants hugged your ass.
" i just picked the perfect outfit for today! " you yelled out while still checking yourself out in the mirror while your best friend eyed you.
" you done yet? " he asked, his voice unamused as he's already used to your behavior. you hummed while grabbing your things, already out of the room while yelling at him to hurry up.
he rolled his eyes, " i really don't get your obsession with mirrors.. " he murmured while catching up to you.
the both of you arrived at the cafe and finally managed to get a spot to sit at.
" i can't believe how crowded this place actually is.. the food better be good! " your best friend nodded while looking through the menu, already confused at some of the menu names.
while waiting for him to finish with the menu, you use the mini mirror you always bring with you to fix your hair and look at yourself.
after getting your fill and taking lots of insta worthy photos, you dragged him towards a nearby clothing store, already excited to try on new clothes.
you unlocked the door and showed yourself off to him, " so, how about this one? " you asked while twirling around to show it to him.
he looked you up and down before lazily replying. " yeah sure it looks great. can you hurry up? im getting bored. "
you tsked and closed the door again, opting to judge your outfit yourself. " ugh, you've been saying that for the past three outfits! honestly, why do i even bother asking you! " he rolled his eyes at you, even if you couldn't see it.
" though this other top might look cuter with these jeans... "
" hurry up and stop being so picky! "
after that whole fashion fiesta, you ended up buying all of it anyway, you started dragging him back and forth from place to place.
a satisfied hum escaped your lips as you suck on the spoon that contained gumball-flavored ice cream. you feel refreshed as the cold treat goes down your throat.
" ah.. this place is the best, isn't it? " you said while scooping up another spoon, already missing the taste of the sweet treat.
he hummed while licking up his strawberry ice cream, some of it already dripping down his fingers.
he watched as you set the ice cream down and pulled out your phone camera to look at yourself. " why do you keep looking at yourself on every reflective surface around you? no offense or anything.. " he suddenly asked.
you shut your phone and pick your ice cream up again while shrugging him off. " sometimes when you're just that prettyâ "
a groan interrupted you, your best friend obviously annoyed at your response. you laughed at him, satisfied at annoying him again.
" i swear yn, i'm going to knock down that ego of yours. "
" i'd like to see you try. "
you shut your eyes as you tilt your head to the side. " oh no no no, don't you dare look away. " he says while forcing your head to the giant mirror in front of you. " open your fucking eyes, yn. "
you whine while forcing your eyes open to look at him, refusing to look at yourself getting dicked down in the mirror.
" come on, look at yourself pretty. don't you just love doing that? " you look down and shake your head, denying him even if he's actually right.
" i said look at yourself. it's really not that hard of a request right? " he whispered in your ear all while spreading your legs wider for you to see in the mirror.
you finally look at yourself and your dazed expression in the mirror. you glance down to look at how his dick is entering your hole, drool seeping out of your mouth.
he then slides his way onto your cock, rubbing and playing with the tip to tease you.
he laughs in your ear and lets go of your red cock, hoisting your legs up making his cock reach deeper in you and hitting that one spot.
your own best friend had you seated on him with his cock deep inside you. his two hands holding both of your legs up by grabbing under your knees.
he begins slowly, sliding you up and down his cock while enjoying your moans. he watches as your own cock twitch, begging for release already.
" hah look at you, drool down your face just because of this cock. " he taunts you causing you to shoot a glare at him using the mirror.
" s-shut up! if my makeup isn't ruined then are you even fucking me good? honestly, if youâ " before your sentence could even finish, he slams you down on his dick making a loud moan escape your mouth.
" not fucking you good? oh, i'll make sure you're fucking crying after this, pretty. "
you whined out loud while trying to bury your face into the sheets, your makeup already long gone, smeared into said sheets.
he pulls your hair up to make you look up into the mirror, not even bothering to stop thrusting into you. " look at yourself pretty. see how your makeup is ruined now? " he mocks you.
you tried to look at yourself, trying to see how your mascara runs down your face because of your nonstop tears, your tears almost wiping the mascara clean. your lipstick smears itself all over your lips with drool and moans escaping from it.
but your eyes keep rolling up from the pleasure, your tears making your vision blurry.
he laughs as he watches your attempt at focusing on yourself, loving the way your eyes kept rolling upwards from how good he's fucking you.
" come on pretty, just look at yourself. don't you love to do that? " he forces your head back down into the sheets, muffling your moans and whines all while cumming into you for the third time already.
he then starts rubbing your cock, your previous release acting as lube for it.
you moan out loud into the sheets as you shoot your load for the fifth time already. "mmh.. no more! " you beg him, your voice muffled.
" ehh..? but im just starting to have fun! "
#tyunniez đ·#tyunniez asks đ#bottom male reader#bttm male reader#male reader#uke male reader#x male reader#male x male smut#amab reader#male reader smut#x male reader smut
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best friend anton thoughts
tw: jealous anton, car sex, unprotected sex (don't), exhibitionism, allusions to manipulation, infidelity xD, eunseok was punched (i'm so sorry)
thinking about best friend!anton walking in on you touching yourself while moaning his name ⥠like damn, you just can't help yourself; you grew up together, laughed with each other, even cried with each otherâyou're not going to just let any other person have their way with your man, not by any chance and fortunately for you, anton thinks the same
best friend!anton who knows you have feelings for him and decided to get a girlfriend for himself just to mess with your head. he swears it's nothing romantic, and that he just wants to see you get jealous over someone else.
best friend!anton who gets mad jealous after finding out that you're in a relationship with someone in his friend group. he's known for being usually a chill laid-back type of guy but the moment the news broke out, he didn't hesitate to punch eunseok for taking what's supposed to be his.
best friend!anton who recklessly drags you to his car before roughly kissing you in the backseat. he never thought that his silly little plan would backfire at him, and to him, it's all your fault. you need to be put to your place for getting back at him.
he never hid his liking for your strawberry-flavored chapstick. one could argue that he has used more of your chapstick than you did, and he never imagined how good it would taste when he's tasting it on your lips.
best friend!anton who is a shameless manwhore. given everything that had happened, he takes his phone out before recording you both making out in his car. a documentation, at least according to him. he shows off how he makes your pretty lips bleed with the way he bites it; all swollen and needy for whatever he's about to give you, taking lots of pictures and clips of all the hickeys and bite marks he left before sending it to their group chat.
best friend!anton who has you bouncing on his lap, tearing up as you struggle to take his fat cock. god, he loves the way you cry for some dick. no ones supposed to make you cry like this but him, and as he was thinking that, he couldn't help himself but to clench his jaw and drag his cock deeper into your warmth.
you felt so full, on a high if you will, having his cock bulging your stomach with every thrust. it doesn't help you much that you could feel him drag every inch of his cock deeper and deeper. neither did having you wrapped so tightly around him helped antonâhe feels so lightheaded with how tight and small you feel against himâheâs got you all stuffed up, soaked and quivering, riding him as he hits the softest spot inside you.
anton has always taken pride in his work, and your vulnerability under his control right now has only fed his already-big ego.
he's shameless on where he puts his kiss marks on; on your cheeks, neck, shoulders, anywhere he finds enticing, really. âi didn't say stop, did i? i said don't you fucking dare stop riding this fat cock. you're going to show & tell eunseok who fucks you this good.â
and before you could even give a proper response, a whimper escaped your lips as you felt antonâs harsh thrusts up into you repeatedly. he hit your prostate in many ways he couldâyour toes curled up as anton let everyone hear your moans.
âthaaatâs it, doll,â he groaned as he throws his head back in pleasure. âriding so good for me. go make a show, show how my pretty boy rides tonnie's cock.â
best friend!anton who likes to humiliate and make you feel small âĄ. rumors has it that it's hard to deal with a mad anton due to how annoying he could be, but you think otherwise. you're very much willing to do everything to get his hands all over your body, even if it means to anger this mad man (which pretty much explains how poor eunseok was dragged into this mess)
"who told you to act like some kind of street whore, hm? i'm giving you just enough attention, aren't i? am i not enough for you to get a boyfriend? fuckass slut.â
best friend!anton who's temperamental. one moment he's splitting your hole open, the next he's making you his pillow prince (it counts, even if you're at the back of his car). he's just so obsessed with messing with your head even when he's fucking youâhe wants you to be dependent on him, because you're his and his only ⥠kiss your forehead while his hands were wrapped around your neck? you got it. making you cry with his thick cock while cuddling you? you got it.
anton may seem like some kind of playboy, even a fuckboy, to other people, but he has never slept with anyone but you. his cum stained fleshlights and self clips were his testaments. he just loves you so much, ok? âĄ
"got what you needed, doll face? a good dick down from me? yeah, that's it... anyway, wanna come over later?â he pecked your lips as he cummed inside you and smiled. âkeep my cum inside you, alright? iâll eat you out later when we get home.â you giggled as he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead before preparing to drive.
#niko's... thoughts đ#kpop x male reader#kpop smut#riize smut#riize anton#riize x male reader#riize x reader#anton smut#anton scenarios#riize scenarios#riize imagines#anton x male reader
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to care for you â lc
pairing:Â dino x reader word count:Â 4.4k warnings:Â mention of blood and injuries, mention of fainting, swearing, hurt and comfort, kissing request prompt:Â Okay so tumblr ate my ask đ but this is in response to @darkypoooâs request for Dino + âdo you want to kiss?â âYeah.â
Authorâs Note: Yes, this is a Spiderman AU â but you donât need to know much other than the bare minimum about the Spiderman universe to understand the story :) Itâs set in college instead of high school, though. Iâm actually so, so proud of this one, and I hope you like it!
Thanks so much for all the support on my 700 follower celebration. You guys rock! Iâm doing my best to get through the requests, but there were way more than I anticipated so bear with me!
Heâs exhausted.Â
Itâs an exhaustion thatâs begun to seep deep into his bones lately, but it feels extra heavy tonight. After a not-so-brief brush-up with some bad guys, heâs hurting in places that he didnât know existed â even after all of his years spent studying science. He canât remember the last time he got this hurt â to the point where even breathing is hard. All he wants to do right now is give up. Heâs not sure what good heâs doing out there, anyway.
Heâs exhausted, and heâs hurting all over, and honestly? All he wants to do is see you.Â
He feels like that a lot these days.
He knows heâs not supposed to want you like he does, to need you like he does â for so many reasons. First and foremost, because youâre one of his closest friends â his confidante (in everything not Spiderman related, anyway), his safe place. Youâre his friend, and friends arenât supposed to love each other the way he loves you. Besides, heâs Spiderman. Heâs not supposed to need anyone at all. In this line of business, feelings are a weakness.
You, thankfully, have no clue about his alter ego⊠or his feelings.
Well, at least you didnât know about the superhero part. Until now, when he drags himself into his room and youâre there, curled up in his bed. He thinks he must be hallucinating. Heâs too out of it to really register it at first, but then your eyes meet his from where youâre sitting up against his headboard, duvet pulled up to your chin, and heâs frozen. You blink back at him in the dim light of his room, your face lit up solely by the lamp on his bedside table.
âChan?â
Your voice is small â so quiet that he thinks without his heightened senses he wouldnât have been able to hear it. He canât think straight enough to really process that his mask is off â he must have dropped it somewhere between the living room and here. All he can register before heâs stumbled back and slumped into his desk chair, eyes screwed shut from all the pain, is that you donât look nearly as scared as he thought you would. Then everything goes black.
Thereâs a warm pressure against his jaw and his cheeks.Â
He slowly comes to as he registers the feeling, struggling to open his eyes and find the source of the sensation. He can hear a faint voice call his name, once, twice, and when his eyes finally manage to flutter open just a little, heâs met with your concerned gaze.
âFuck. Hi,â you mumble, and he blinks. The pure worry in your voice helps to bring him back to earth a little bit more, and he tries desperately to clear his head. How long was he out?
âWhyâŠâ He tries to speak but fails, his voice weak and his throat hoarse.Â
Why are you here?Â
He sees you wince when he tries to move, to shift into a more comfortable position even though he knows nothing will be comfortable right now, and your head is suddenly shaking back and forth so fast that it almost gives him whiplash.
âDonât move,â you tell him, and he dazedly wonders why you donât sound mad. Or frustrated. Or anything but concerned, really. Heâs confused, his mind swirling even more as he tries to understand why your hands are holding his face like that. Hadnât he kept things a secret from you for far too long to warrant your concern? Donât you hate him now?
âI donât know whatâs going on,â you say, and Chan fights the urge to try and speak again, to blurt out everything that heâs wanted to tell you since he met you. Oblivious to his inner turmoil, you hastily continue, âbut you have to tell me how to help you, Chan.â
His eyes flutter shut once more at the sound of his name coming from your lips, and he feels your thumb brush against his jaw.Â
âChan,â you say again, and you sound more panicked this time, so he does his best to calm you down.Â
âOff.â
You blink at him again as he finally speaks. Youâre not sure what he means, and youâre desperate to know, because you canât look at him in pain like this any longer without doing something to help.
âOff,â he repeats hoarsely, and your eyes widen as you hastily remove your hands from his face.
âShit, sorry!â Your eyes frantically wander across his face, searching for any damage your fingers might have caused. âI donât know where youâre hurting, I didnât mean toââ
As you babble on, all he can do is shake his head minutely. Thatâs not what he meant. The last thing he wanted right now was for you to take your hands off of him. He manages to lift a hand to press gently against his side, where a dark stain has formed. He glances down at where the material is clinging to his skin before looking back up at you.Â
âOh!â You reply, realization dawning on your face. You try to hide the flush of your cheeks. âCan you stand up to move to the bed so I can help? If not, I canââ
Already, heâs attempting to move, desperate to make any of this easier for you. He wants to apologize, to say heâs sorry, but he doesnât know exactly what for. For not telling you? For you having to see him like this?Â
You help him stand, his arm reaching to rest on your shoulders as you do. You can tell heâs trying not to hurt you with his weight, and you almost laugh â how very Chan of him. Youâre grateful that in the shock of survival mode, youâve managed to avoid for now the way you know your heart is going to break when you register seeing soft, kind, selfless Chan beaten down like this.Â
Cry tomorrow, is the message your brain is sending. Figure it out tomorrow. Right now, you need to help him.
âIâm strong,â you try to joke, though itâs a weak attempt, and Chan looks at you in confusion. âYou can put your weight on me,â you elaborate quietly. He understands and gives you a sheepish smile, before doing as told, though you know he doesnât want to.Â
The two of you maneuver the few steps to the edge of his bed. Chan hisses involuntarily at the pain as he sits down, and you whisper soft apologies, though he has no idea why. Once heâs down, you immediately get to work, reaching behind him to find the zipper at the top of his suit. You manage to get it down as smoothly as possible, your eyes falling to where Chan is still clutching at his side.
âThis part is going to hurt like a bitch,â you tell him softly.
âThatâs okay,â he says. âIt always does.â
You freeze for a moment from where you were about to begin to slide the suit off of his shoulders, but Chan doesnât seem to realize what heâs said. You feel a sharp pain in your chest as his words replay, and you blink back tears, taking a moment to steel yourself.Â
It always hurts.
You donât respond, your fingers beginning to move again, and youâre surprised that theyâre not shaking. Chan shivers when your fingers brush against his skin as you begin to slide the suit over his arms and off. You ease him out of the material on his uninjured side first, before coming around to the front of him and crouching down. You meet his eyes, his brown ones clouded over with pain, and your fingers gently reach to rest on top of his hand thatâs still clutching his side. You give it a squeeze and he nods in understanding, closing his eyes tight, and you help him remove his fingers from the wound. You stand back up, and begin to pull the rest of the suit down his side and to his waist. Chan barely lets out so much as a whimper when you peel the rest of the material off of him.Â
His lack of reaction is not what surprises you the most, though. The biggest surprise comes when you reach the spot on his side where you know a sickening amount of blood should be, and you find that itâs all dried â and that the wound has already begun to heal over.Â
Huh?
Your brain canât compute it. You glance up at him in complete confusion, but his head is hung low, and your heart breaks enough to distract you from all of the questions you want to ask. You force yourself to push the confusing mess of thoughts away until later. You canât think about any of that right now. You canât.Â
âChan?â Is what you say instead, knowing that you need to keep him awake enough to help him clean up, long enough to know heâs alright. Your hands are on his knees as you kneel between his legs and peer up at him. You have to stop yourself from reaching out to trace the newly-forming scars on his chest and arms, wanting nothing more than to kiss each mark and its associated pain away. You desperately want to know what happened, who hurt him like this, but youâre not sure you can handle it. You briefly register the older, faded scars that mark his skin, unsure of where they end and the new ones begin.Â
You canât figure it out â in front of you sits Chan, but it canât be the Chan you know. It canât be the one who giggles at your stupid jokes or falls asleep in your 8am lectures, or the one who remembers your coffee order every single time. The one who you swore had never fought with anyone in his life. The Chan in front of you looks so broken that you canât put the two of them together.Â
âYou⊠okay?â
Your eyes shoot up to meet his again as he speaks, voice cracking and hoarse. Your heart stutters a bit in your chest as he attempts to look down at you, his eyes hooded over and half closed with the effort. He looks like heâs about to fall over, and still, heâs asking if youâre okay.
Youâre hit so hard with sudden emotion that it causes you to inhale sharply without warning. Your hand lifts involuntarily to brush his hair back from where itâs falling into his eyes, and as he continues to try and hold your gaze, you register it all. This Chan is still your Chan. Itâs the same Chan that has stirred feelings inside your chest that you were certain you could never feel again. The Chan whose intelligence and kindness still astounds you every single day. This Chan and your Chan are the same.
Your head spins.
When you finally make it to the bathroom, itâs all Chan can do to slouch down onto his bathroom floor. You help him out of the rest of his suit before crouching down beside him, wracking your brain for everything youâve ever learned about cleaning wounds. You remain numb as he gives you single-word answers to where things are in his bathroom. Itâs funny â youâve been in his apartment so many times, but youâve never needed to know where the antiseptic was.Â
Chanâs eyes remain half-open as you work. Heâs fighting with all his might, you can tell, and you can feel his eyes on you the whole time. You donât think his gaze leaves you even once. It becomes monotonous: you clean the cut, he winces, you apologize. And repeat. Your mind wanders in what youâre sure is an attempt to protect yourself.
Youâd come over tonight for your weekly movie night, letting yourself in with the code youâd long since been given access to. When hours had passed with no sign of Chan and no texts from him either, your heart had broken a little â had he forgotten? Was he okay? It was so unlike him that youâd stayed just in case, your heart racing with every little noise as you waited.Â
You hate so much that your worst fears had come true.
Chanâs pain seems to ease in record time, bruises forming on his skin faster than youâve ever seen. You have so many questions, but you push it all down, down, down. He falls asleep on his couch and you stay up all night, blanket pulled around your shoulders as you sit on the windowsill and make sure heâs still breathing.Â
He wakes as the sun is beginning to rise, and you watch as he shifts to sit up, letting out a breath of what sounds like relief when heâs able to move without much trouble. Some of the cuts on his face and chest are already scabbed over.Â
How?
When his eyes finally land on you, he jumps a little.
âHi.â
âYou didnât sleep.â
Itâs an observation rather than a question. You pull your knees up and rest your chin on them. âI was worried.â
Itâs quiet, and he doesnât know what to say. Neither do you.
âWell,â he clears his throat. âIâm glad you stayed.â
âYeah.â Your voice is small, and he immediately feels guilty.
âIâm sorry.â Heâs not sure what he expects you to do, what he expects you to say. You level him with your gaze, searching his face. Your eyes linger on the scabbed-over cut just above his brow, and you bite your lip before you speak again.
âIt wasâŠâ You can feel your lower lip start to tremble in an act of betrayal, and you bite down on it to try and stop yourself from crying. âIt was terrifying to see you like that, Chan,â you finally manage, and you know that after all these hours, the dam is about to break. You can tell he knows it, too, by the way his brows furrow even more, and his eyes widen just slightly.
âI know,â he murmurs, and thatâs what does it.
Your hands move to cover your face as you finally let yourself cry, sobs muffled by your palms. You can hear the couch creak as Chan moves, and you can feel his presence as soon as heâs close. He whispers your name once, his voice breaking, and when he moves your hands away from your face, you donât have the strength to stop him. Heâs sitting next to you on the windowsill now. You sniffle, eyes looking anywhere but at him. Chan holds onto your wrists, rubbing gentle circles against the skin.Â
âIâm so mad at you,â you finally say, and he lets go of your hands. He doesnât retreat to his side of the window though, staying put as he nods, chewing on his bottom lip as he looks down.
âIâm sorry that I didnât tell you,â he says, voice quiet. âI hope you understand why I couldnât⊠but you still have every right to be pissed at me.â
Itâs silent, and you stare at him in disbelief. There are so many thoughts running through your head, and it takes you a moment to settle on just one. âYou think Iâm mad because you didnât tell me that you were Spiderman?â You finally say, causing him to look at you again in surprise.
âI mean, yeah? Why elseââ
âIâm mad,â you emphasize, âbecause youâre out there getting hurt, and my heart literally canât take the thought of that, oh my god, Chan.â Your voice breaks, and fuck, youâre about to cry again, but you canât stop. Your eyes trace over his face, pausing where the bruise is starting to form on his cheek, and you feel frustration begin to build again as you angrily blink back tears. âWhat the fuck, Chan. Why the hell are you⊠I mean, if I hadnât been able to help you last night, I wouldnât â I just, I canât even imagineââ
Your words are cut off as Chanâs hands find the side of your face. His gaze is firm as he looks at you, and his sudden boldness catches you off guard, your words dying in your throat. Once he seems to realize that youâre not going to run, his thumb moves to caress your jaw, and you canât help the shiver that spreads through you at the gentle touch. Your hands lift to rest on his arms where theyâre holding you, and youâre speechless, your eyes unable to leave his. He takes in a deep breath, and you follow.
âIâm here,â he says, and you draw in another shaky breath. You donât think heâs ever been this forward with you before, but youâre grateful for it. Heâs warm, and heâs here. Heâs alive.Youâre torn between wanting to never leave his side again, and needing desperately to be away from him so that you can think.
âI think it might be good for me to go now that I know youâre okay,â you say softly after a moment, and you can see the hurt that briefly shadows his eyes. Itâs gone as quickly as it comes, though, and he nods, removing his hands from your face.Â
âI understand.â
âAnd I⊠I probably need some time.â
He nods again, and your heart breaks at the thought of leaving him, but you have to. For now. Your feet feel leaden as you get up, going through the motions as you grab your backpack from the hook by his door. You barely register putting on your shoes, your mind on autopilot until itâs broken by his voice from just behind you.
âY/N?â
Your name coming from his lips feels like a punch to the gut, and you almost reach out for him again, but you hold firm.
âYeah?â
âIâm sorry. Can you justâŠâ he sucks in a breath. âCan you please not tell anyone? About, you knowââ
His words hit like a ton of bricks. You cut him off, expression full of silent fury at the insinuation. âYeah. I wonât.âÂ
Youâre pissed that he even had to ask, and he knows it, but thereâs nothing else he can do. His secret is more important than anything â he just wishes it didnât have to be more important than you.Â
It takes three days for you to end up back at his door. Heâs missed all of your shared college courses so far this week, and youâre worried. Youâre terrified, actually, and you need to see him.
When he opens the door, you do a double take. Itâs almost like nothing happened to him at all. The bruises and cuts are barely-there, and youâre reminded of the miles-long list of questions you have stored in the back of your brain. Heâs surprised to see you, you can tell, and he blinks slowly before stepping aside to let you in.
âHow are you?â You level him with raised eyebrows as you take off your shoes, and he nods, biting his lip. âYeah, I know. I was worried thatââ
âI didnât tell anyone,â you interrupt. âDonât worry.â You look down, your heart twisting painfully in your chest when you remember the words heâd said to you. âCan you please not tell anyone?â You cross your arms as you head over to the living room, but you donât sit down. You donât really know what your plan had been â youâd just needed to see him.Â
âOh,â comes his soft reply before he adds, âI mean⊠I didnât really think that you would.â
Your eyes briefly meet his across the room, confused, before you recover and look back down at the floor. âSo then what were you worried about?â
You can feel his gaze intent on your face. âYou.â
Your breath catches and your eyes swiftly meet his again. You blink. âMe?â
âYeah.â
âChan,â you say after a moment, trying to push down the bubble of irritation you feel building in your chest. âYou didnât even text me once.â
Heâs quiet for a moment before he says quietly, âYou said that you needed time.â
âTo process, yes! But you didnât even text me that you were okay. I was worried about you, Chan. Why would you be worried about me? Iâm not the one coming through your window and fainting from injury, now am I?â
You can see the guilt flicker across his face. âI know,â he says, and then he suddenly feels the need to apologize again. âIâm sorry that I didnât message you, but I didnât think youâd want to hear from me.â He pauses. âEver again, maybe.â
You can hear the sadness in his voice, and your heart breaks. You feel the anger in you start to dissipate as he looks away from you. Your eyes catch on the barely-there faded scar across his eyebrow, and your mind is filled with painful memories of the Chan youâd seen that night.Â
âYouâre so fucking stupid, Chan.âÂ
He knows. But judging by the way you sit down on his couch instead of storming out again, he thinks that somehow, his stupidity has already been forgiven.Â
Itâs quiet as he joins you. You can feel him looking at you, and when you canât take it anymore, you look back at him pointedly. He blushes, quickly looking away when your eyes meet. You sigh, your head falling into the back of the couch before you turn and curl up against it, your eyes drifting shut.Â
"Is that my sweater?"Â
Your eyes shoot open, and it's as if he's finally grown the courage to look at you directly again now. His brown eyes search yours, and he motions to the shirt you're wearing. You look down â even though you know he's right â and your cheeks are on fire. Youâre wearing the sweater heâd leant you forever ago on a cold night for your walk home â the one youâd never returned. You slept in it almost every night, and he hadnât asked for it back.Â
"Keeps me warm," you mumble, tugging on the hem. It's silent for a beat before you continue, voice even quieter than before. You pause, ruminating on your next words before you take a deep breath and say, âThe last few nights, wearing it kind of made me feel like you were safe.â
You can hear his intake of breath before he says, soft, âAre you mad at me?â
You shake your head, because youâre not. Youâre scared, stressed, worried sick â but youâre not mad. Not anymore. âNo, Chan.â
The nickname sends a flood of relief through him more than your actual reply does.Â
âIâm not mad,â you continue, âbecause of course youâre Spiderman. Of course youâre putting yourself in danger trying to protect others. I love how selfless you are, Lee Chan â I always have. But me? Iâm selfish. And Iâm scared to death of losing you.â
All he says, all he can say, is, âIâm scared, too.â
You look at him again now. You search his face as you ask, âOf what?â
âOf getting hurt. Of⊠of losing you, too.â
Your heart is suddenly beating so fast you think it might soon break free from your rib cage. You donât know why you say it, because youâve already got his undivided attention, but his name comes out breathlessly anyway. âChan?âÂ
âYeah?â Heâs looking at you with those beautiful, big, questioning eyes, and you canât help it.Â
âI think it might be a terrible time for me to say this,â you blurt out, âbut I â Chan, Iâm in love with you.â
Silence.
Chan blinks.
âWait, what?â
Your face flushes, and itâs your turn to look away. âSorry,â you murmur.
âNo, donât â oh my god. What?â
Youâre not sure what he wants from you. Youâre embarrassed now, pulling your knees up to your chest in a feeble attempt to protect yourself from your feelings. Your face is flushed as you turn to look out the window, and you can almost hear Chanâs brain buffering as he remains silent.
âDo you mean that?â
âWhy would I say it if I didnât mean it?â Your voice comes out a bit harsher than you intend it to, but you donât take it back.Â
âIâŠâ He trails off. He doesnât say anything more, and the quiet is almost deafening. Youâre finding it a little harder to breathe as the seconds pass, and you wrack your brain for something, anything to say to fill the stifling silence. Â
âIâm going to go,â is what comes out, and then youâre standing up so abruptly that you feel a little dizzy. The scene is familiar â you, running from what youâre feeling, running from him.Â
âWait,â he blurts out, and you do. You pause in spite of everything in you thatâs begging you to run, and then he says, âCan I⊠I mean, do you want to⊠kiss?â
You turn back, eyes wide. Itâs such a ridiculous question, such an innocent thing for him to ask in light of everything thatâs happened in the last few days â but itâs so Chan that you almost forget about it all. This is probably a bad idea, you both know that â and you donât care. You donât know how this is going to work, but youâll figure it out.Â
Because itâs your Chan â the one who cares so much, the one who gives you hope, the one who wants nothing but for the world to be a better place.
âI mean â I love you too,â he says into the silence, and you realize that you havenât given him an answer.
âYes,â you breathe out before he can panic. âFuck. I have so many questions, but first, yes. Yes, I want to kiss you, Lee Chan.â
You can hardly believe the giggle and shy smile he sends your way before he kisses you breathless.Â
Yeah, you think to yourself as he pulls back, as your fingers lift to gently trace the barely-there bruise on his cheek, as he leans into the warmth of your hand. As you think about how heâs been doing all of this â trying to change the world â alone.
Yeah, you think. Youâll figure it out.Â
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âą summary: sirius has a bad habit of flirting with others, especially in front of his girlfriend. has she finally had enough?
âą contains: sirius black x fem reader, established relationship, flirting with others, angst
âą word count: 850
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Sirius had been dating his girlfriend for a year by now, and it was a pretty steady relationship. They argued like any other couple, but overall things were good between them.
But Sirius had a habit of being overly flirtatious with other girls, even though he never did anything physically. Sometimes his comments would be a bit over the line, and it would irritate her to no end.
He was in the common room, lounging on the couch with his legs propped up on the table. A couple of their friends were sitting around him, chatting amongst themselves.
He was idly watching the other students in the room, his eyes casually scanning the scene when he spotted a group of girls laughing and giggling together.
His girlfriend sat beside him, curled up on the couch reading the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. She didnât notice his eyes going astray, her own eyes too focused upon the paragraph she was reading.
He continued watching the girls, his eyes lingering on the curves of their bodies and the way their hair fell across their shoulders. He couldnât help but admire them, even though he knew he shouldnât.
One of the girls suddenly caught his gaze, and smiled at him, fluttering her lashes coyly. He felt a thrill of excitement at the attention, and couldnât help but smirk back.
His girlfriend glanced over at him through the corner of her eye with furrowed brows, questioning what had caught his attention. But once she saw what, or rather who, she frowned.
He didnât notice the look she was giving him, his eyes still glued to the girl across the room. The girl was giggling now, her friends shooting knowing glances in his direction. He could feel his ego swelling at the attention, thriving on the looks and the obvious attraction.
Slowly, she closed the paper quietly to ensure she didnât capture his attention. Her hands began to roll the paper up as her gaze never left his face.
He was still focused on the other girls across the room, completely oblivious to the paper in her hands. He was feeling quite smug now, knowing that he was the object of the girlsâ admiration.
He shot them a cocky grin, his eyes smoldering with confidence. He felt invincible, untouchable, knowing fully well that he had the charm to make any girl swoon.
But before he could fully register any of it, she smacked him on the top of his head with the paper, a frown on her lips.
He was snapped out of his self-satisfied haze by the sudden smack on the top of his head. He let out a surprised yelp, whipping his head around to look at her with wide eyes. âOw!â He exclaimed, rubbing the top of his head with a grimace. âWhat the hell was that for, love?â
âBad dog.â
He groaned, rolling his eyes at her comment. He knew exactly what she was referring to. âI was just looking,â he muttered defensively. âI didnât do anything wrong.â
âYou were flirting.â Her frown grew more.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew he was busted. âItâs just harmless flirting.â He tried to justify himself. âIt doesnât mean anything, I swear.â
James and Remus, who had been paying attention to the exchange between them, couldnât help but chime in. âYou know, padfoot,â James piped up, a small smirk on his face. âHarmless flirting is still flirting.â
âYeah, mate,â Remus added, an amused look on his face. âJust because you say itâs harmless doesnât make it any less disrespectful to your girlfriend here.â
She was still frowning as she stood up from the couch, looking a bit defeated.
The look on her face sent a pang of guilt through Siriusâ heart. He hated seeing her look so dejected, and knew he was responsible for causing it.
He stood up from the couch, reaching out to grab her wrist before she could walk away. âWait, love, Iâm sorry,â he said, his voice pleading. âPlease, donât go.â
She shook her head slowly, pulling away. âIâm going to bed.â
He watched as she walked away, a feeling of frustration and helplessness washing over him. He knew he had messed up, and he hated himself for it.
He slumped back onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh. James and Remus looked at him, their expressions a mixture of sympathy and disappointment.
âSmooth move, mate.â James quipped, shaking his head.
Remus just sighed, looking sympathetic. âYou know she doesnât like it when you flirt with other girls.â
âI know, I know,â he grumbled, running his hands through his hair in frustration. âI just⊠canât help it sometimes, you know? The attention, the looks, itâs just so bloody hard to resist. But I know it upsets her, and I hate that. I just wish I could control myself better.â
Remus chuckled softly, shaking his head at something. âYou know she called you a âbad dog,â right?â He teased.
Sirius groaned again, burying his face in his hands. âDonât remind me,â he muttered.
âYou know, itâs actually quite fitting,â James piped up, a sly smirk on his face. âAll considering.â
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where they like to put their hands || JJK men x afab!reader
disclaimer : explicit MDNI + ageless blogs dni , afab!reader , dom characters, dirty talking , slight dacryphilia for gojo , ass slapping for nanami, not proof read , whooole lotta smut :P
a/n : this idea is inspired from this which is from @/anantaru ! very lovely work give them love !
â Ëâ¶ ïœĄË GOJO SATORU - your mouth
both his middle and pointer fingers are in your mouth, forcing you to taste both yours and his slick. satoru is pulling your jaw down not giving a single fuck with you drooling all over his hand. instead he's simply stuck in what feels like an absolute fantasy.
heâs admiring your lips and the way your tongue swirls around his slender digits making his ego grow. the way you look so hopeless beneath him all while he's absolutely ramming into youâ he can feel you moan through his hand, tear stricken but eyes rolling so far back from the absolute pleasure of his dick so deep inside youâ satoru can't help but put a prideful smirk on his face.
the sight will only further insue him to make you suck his fingers in your mouth. baby blues now dark with passion. heâs reaching so far back into you, his pace is abnormal and all you can do is mewl in response to his pounding.
you look stupidly gorgeous, all while youâre making a mess of both your face and down there, with a tear stained face. his fingers covered in your fluids, you clenching around his obscene length. he's savouring every bit of this lustful moment.
"fuck, look at you sweetheart. all messy and still begging for my cock hm?"
â Ëâ¶ ïœĄË NANAMI KENTO - your ass
oh kento may not be so vocal about it physically, but mentally heâs making the most sinfully lustful comments on how the plush of your ass bounces. the way he sees you suck him in from behind as heâs languidly pounding into your poor cunt.
his large hands gripping your ass, slapping it, only to then spread your cheeks apart to see his dick disappear into your pussyâ he can see how his dick is covered in the mixture of both yours and his slick. how with every thrust it elicits another loud moan from your mouthâ kento is cursing beneath his breath from this erotic view.
and as his hands lets go from such impolite motions, it doesnât stop him from speeding up the pace the moment he feels you squeezing ever so tightly around him. he will cuss and growl at how you feel, at how your ass and dripping pussy makes him lose all credibility of his deemed careful nature. he swears heâs not addicted to this scene, but god seeing the plump of your ass and being able to squeeze it from behind? well, maybe just a little bitâŠ
âfuck darling, youâre squeezing so fucking tight âround me.â
â Ëâ¶ ïœĄË GETO SUGURU - your tits
to be fair he likes- no loves it when youâre on top of him. feeling you grind and bounce on his cock, whilst you let out the most lewd moans. your fingernails digging into his chest from the sheer pleasure of him so buried deep within you. however as youâre all handsy on his chest, heâs all handsy on your own.
he fucking loves grabbing onto your tits, watching them bounce as his fingers play around with your areola causing you to beg even more for a release. he gets the whole view from underneath you, and he is obsessed with just groping your chest.
and when you lean in closer as your orgasm is near, he finds this as an opportunity to latch his lips and suckle around your nipples while his one hand teases the other. it makes you go haywire, grinding your hips with vitality chasing for that desired high. suguru still continuing his movements, purring for you to cum.
âcâmon baby, cum fâme. câmon, i know you can.â
â Ëâ¶ ïœĄË TOJI FUSHIGURO - your p*$$y
toji is greedy. needy. fucking horny. heâs whipped for you, your bodyâŠespecially your pussy. the bed is messy, the air is hot from all your panting and begging for toji to go deeper. heâs above you, legs raised to his shoulders and heâs admiring the view from beneath.
heâs biting his lips to point theyâre almost bleeding, entranced at the sight of how much he stretches you out. how his girth is thrusting into you, he just canât help but hover his fingers over your cunt.
heâll full on drag the surface of his palm against you, curiosity peaking at how youâd react; youâre whining from the sudden action. but your whining soon turns to a loud gasp at the feeling of his thick digits teasing the folds of your soaking clit. it has you arching your back, and gripping the bedsheets till your knuckles turn white. meanwhile toji is getting a rise from your reaction, so he continues to rub, pinch, press his fingers along your pussy.
heâll continue this till his release, not caring whether or not you have already done so yourself. heâll overstimulate you if he very so pleases.
âyeah? you wanna cum again? go on honey. fuckinâ cum.â
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TAUNTING // e. berkshire
RATING: R / 3.5K WORDS
Lorenzo Berkshire x Fem Reader Insert
+ SUMMARY - *Requested, based on this and this* After hearing some rumors traveling about that Enzo Berkshire might have a thing for you, you decide to make him as jealous as you can.
+ WARNINGS - SMUT! PIV, Oral sex (m!receiving), Dom!Enzo, Sub!Reader, slight degradation, praise, (1) slap, language, brief mention of alcohol, brief mention of drugs, brief mention of masturbation Fem Reader Insert, not fully proof-read (if I left anything out, please lmk!!!)
+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -
Who Do You Want? - Ex Habit
You were being mean. You knew you were. But you couldnât help it.
Every tick of his jaw, every twitch of his eyes, every snarl of his lipsâŠit was intoxicating. You couldnât believe youâd never noticed it before.
EnzoâŠhis jealousy, his desire to touch you, to feel you, to be yours⊠His lust radiated off of him like heat waves, blistering your skin like radiation.
The sweat beading over your lips and across your forehead slid over the sides of your face, slicing down your flesh like knives. The hands on your waist tightened against your bones, clutching their fingers possessively into your body.
Despite the beat of the music threatening to vibrate your heart out of your chest, you could see his envy so clearly.
Through the haze and the sweat and the bodies, you could see his eyes harden and his knuckles bleed white. You just hoped that the little game you were playing with him wouldnât lead to Theo getting hurt.
Precious Theo⊠Though the two of you had broken up over six months ago, it had been mutual and you both craved each other from time-to-time. Youâd only slept together once since youâd broken up but you were getting antsy.
It had started with Pansy Parkinson telling you that sheâd heard a rumor being spread around. A particularly dirty rumor that threatened to ruin a gorgeous boyâs social ego. You thought back to what sheâd said.
âA couple girls from Ravenclaw that sit behind us in Potions swear Enzo gets a hard-on every time you slip your robe off.â Pansy giggled and slapped a hand over her lips to cover up any raucous laughter that threatened to slip out.
âPansy! Thatâs such a lie!â youâd shrieked, giggling along with her. âLorenzo Berkshire does not like me, let alone get a hard-on every time I take my robe off.â Youâd whispered that last part, not wanting any walkers-by to hear your dirty conversation.
âItâs at least worth a check, just to see if itâs true.â
And that evening, during the last class of the day, youâd let your robe slide down your arms and land against the back of your chair. Youâd turned back to glance at Enzo and, sure enough, his eyes were already on yours. When you made contact with him, he quickly glanced away and dropped his hand into his lap. You refrained from an evil smirk.
And now, here you were, dancing against Theo, your ex, trying your hardest to elicit a response from the boy eyeing you from across the room.
It was an end of semester party, just before the big exams and the end of the school year. You didnât want to wait to see him again. Between exams and packing, you wouldnât get another chance to do anything with him for a couple months.
You turned back toward Theo, letting your hair slide over your shoulder and brush across the back of your neck.
âTeddy, baby, will you do me a favor?â You pulled yourself close against him, whispering into his ear. The music and the amount of firewhisky in his system probably had half of your words drowned out.
âOf course,â he slurred. âWhat is it, darling?â Everytime he was drunk, his accent popped out tenfold. There was a time when he was absolutely irresistible to you, but now, you had your sights set on another.
âIâll explain later, butââ you paused, hands on Theoâs face, his hands on your waist, and glanced back at Enzo to make sure he was watchingâ âI need you to kiss me hard.â
He pulled away and looked at you with a bit of shock. âIs this for me or someone else?â
âSomeone elseâŠis that okay?â
âI suppose,â he joked, rolling his eyes. âIâll probably get someone else tonight anyway.â
âEw, you whore.â The two of you laughed.
âYouâre one to fucking talk, bella,â he teased, scraping his teeth gently against your jaw. You giggled and slapped him away quickly before refocusing.
Theo locked in and tangled a tight grip in your hair, yanking your face towards his. His lips found yours in a rough heat, claiming what used to be his. His lips tasted like firewhisky and his hands were dominating. It was almost enough to make you forget about poor little Enzo waiting across the hall for you like a kicked puppy.
You slowly pulled away from Theo, whispered a small thanks, and turned back to Enzo. Or, rather, the lack thereof. The space that was once occupied by the brooding boy was completely empty. Fuck. Maybe youâd gone too far.
You pushed your hair out of your face and moved away from the lanky boy youâd just been grinding on for the last half-hour. Heâd busy himself elsewhere.
Swallowing thickly, you pushed through the bustling crowd, weaving in and around hot, sweating bodies reenacting what Theo and you had been doing, and what you and Enzo should be doing.
Once you came to a clearing where only a few stragglers stood around, and the dim light from the hallway torches contrasted against the cool-toned strobes above, you found him.
The hazy clouds of herbal smoke clouded your vision and senses; the second-hand inhales nearly made you light-headed.
Enzo stood with his back toward you, broad shoulder leaned against the doorframe, head tilted toward the sky, fingers clutching a messily-rolled joint.
His dark hair was shoved away from his face with a light gel that allowed his natural curl to peak out just a bit. Two silvery studs decorated his ears and matched the chain around his neck, that framed the slit of bare chest that was revealed by the black button-up he wore only half-buttoned. You nearly dragged him to your dorm right then and there.
You stalked over to him, moving briskly past your intoxicated peers, ignoring any call that came from any of them.
âHey, Enââ
Your voice was cut off by one of the random people standing behind you.
âEnzo! Where were you at practice tonight, man?â
One of his fellow Quidditch team members jogged up to him from behind you. Enzo turned to see who had called his name and, whilst finding his friendâs attention, he caught yours as well. You smiled just a bit, watching him closely.
As his friend ranted about what a great practice Enzo had missed, you watched as your dark-haired target of the night barely paid any mind to the boy in front of him, and looked you up and down slowly. You felt as if he was devouring every inch of your body with his eyes.
You smirked at his reaction to seeing you, but he didnât return the smile. His jaw clenched tightly and he seemed almost angry. You wondered if you had pushed him too far.
âYeah, yeah, man, Iâll talk to you later,â Enzo finally interrupted the boy and gave him a dismissive pat on the shoulder. Understanding that Enzo was done with the conversation, the boy broke away and wandered back into the bouncing crowd.
When the boy was gone, he took a long drag from the joint, and turned away from you. He was mad.
You rolled your eyes at how your plan seemed to have backfired and closed the distance between the two of you.
With a slow start, you slid around to the front of him, catching his eyes seductively. He stared at you but said nothing.
âEn, I was wondering if I could speak with you?â
He took another long drag, tilted his chiseled jaw upwards, and blew the smoke toward the sky.
âIâm surprised you still have a voice, considering you just had Theoâs entire tongue shoved down your throat.â You blushed, embarrassed, and glanced towards the floor. You placed your hands innocently behind your back and glanced up at him.
âI was trying to make you jealous,â you whispered.
âWhat was that?â he dropped his head toward yours to try and meet your eyes. âIâm sorry, I couldnât hear you. Speak up.â He was demanding and stern but it only intrigued you more.
âI said I was trying to make you jealous.â You finally looked at him. He took another drag and glanced around, once behind him, then once farther into the party, before turning back around. He placed his hand onto the wall above your head, caging you completely against his broad body.
âCan I?â you asked, glancing down. Your eyes refused to leave his.
With his free hand, he gently but firmly pressed your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilted your head up and placed the joint between your lips, his smoky fingers brushing across them in the process. He watched as you took a deep inhale and your eyes fluttered as the drug filled your system. You knew you would feel it soon enough.
âThatâs it,â he whispered, his voice low and dark. âGood girl.â
Even after you exhaled, he refused to remove his hand from your face as he took another inhale, dropped the joint to the stone ground, and stamped it out with his shoe.
âSo, you were trying to make me jealous by rubbing your ass all over your ex and kissing him in front of me?â he asked.
You nodded. âDid it work?â
The peace in his eyes drained, leaving deep, angry voids. âYes.â
His fingers drifted from your chin down to your throat where they wrapped stiffly around you. The light pressure he applied made it feel as though the drug was seeping into your system faster.
He pressed his face between your head and shoulder, lips brushing up against your skin.
âEvery day in class youâd let that fucking robe slide down your body, youâd let your hair fall across your back, and youâd glance back at me with that fucking look on your face. Were you trying to get a rise out of me? Is this what you wanted?â he growled.
His hands were rough on you and his words were mean but he pressed a gentle kiss on your neck to soften the whole situation.
âMmhmm,â you sighed to the air, your eyes fluttering closed once more.
âAnd then in there with Theo?â he growled. âWhat's your game?â
When you didnât answer, he wrapped his fingers tightly into your hair and held your head against the wall behind you, keeping you tightly in place. His eyes found yours once more, then your lips.
âAnswer me,â he demanded.
âYou, EnâŠâ you gasped. âI want you to fall in love with me so I thought Iâd make you jealous.â
âWhy did you think that would work?â he whispered, his voice menacing and cruel. âI donât want to fall in love with you now, sweet girlâŠnow I want Theo to watch me fuck you.â
His words made your knees buckle pathetically. Surely he didnât mean what he said, but the thought of Enzo touching himself at night to voyeuristic fantasies of you and him made you want him even more. You nodded your head.
âYeah? You want that, baby?â he cooed against your skin, eliciting chills across your chest and shoulders. His free hand trailed a gentle fingertip down your throat, then your collarbone, then between the split of fabric that pressed your cleavage together. The touch of his warm, rough fingers against your breasts made your breath stutter in your throat.
âWell, thatâs too fucking bad.â
He pulled away suddenly, grabbed your hand, and roughly pulled you into the direction of the dungeonâs lavatories. You werenât sure what he had in mind with the two of you going in there, but you were sure it couldnât be anything good. Though at this point, your desire outweighed any threat of punishment from any form of authority. All you wanted was him.
He slammed the male lavatory door open and shoved you through, his movements rough and dominant. You stumbled over the threshold, the tiles slipping beneath your shoes.
In an attempt to catch your balance, you placed yourself against one of the small porcelain sinks lined against the western wall. Taking advantage of your current position, Enzo placed a wandless locking charm on the door and crossed over to you in milliseconds.
His head dropped below yours as his arms wrapped around the swell of your ass. He propped you up onto the sink behind you, careful to block the faucet from poking into your back.
With little regard for the increasing issue between your legs, he placed rough hands around your waist and ground your hips into his, allowing you to feel every inch of the issue he was also having.
You stifled a moan, your lips parting just a bit. He smirked meanly, his dazzlingly sharp teeth showcasing themselves between the slivers of moonlight sliding through the windows above.
âEn, pleaseâŠâ you begged, your arms wrapping around his neck, trying to urge his lips towards yours.
âAh, you can dole out the teasing, but you canât take it, right?â he smirked. âCan you take it, baby?â
At his words, a single hand slid down briefly and skirted over the core of your body through the material of your dress. You gasped at the sensation.
âPlease, baby, Iâll do anything!â you whined, pathetically reaching your hips back towards his.
âYouâll do anything?â he asked, quirking an eyebrow. You nodded quickly.
âOkay, baby,â he said, yanking you off the edge of the sink. Your feet hit the floor with a jolt that shot up your entire body.
âOn your knees.â His voice was demanding and his eyes were cold. The lust that blossomed beneath his waist did little to melt the ice pooled in his pupils. You swallowed thickly, briefly wondering what youâd gotten yourself into. Whatever it was, you liked it.
You promptly obeyed and dropped to your knees, the thin flesh there bruising quickly. He wrapped your hair into a makeshift ponytail and tilted your head up to make eye contact.
âSuck.â
A shiver ran through your body as you quickly got to work sliding the button of his pants apart, and ripping the zipper down to the ground. Despite the layer of his briefs still between him and your mouth, you marveled at how big he was. You were slightly concerned you werenât going to be able to fit him anywhere after having not been with anyone since Theo.
Nevertheless, you dropped his pants and briefs to the floor, his belt clinking on the way down. He was enormous but you refused to back down from any challenge handed to you. With a deep, shuddering breath, you wrapped your hands around the base of him and replaced the negative space with your mouth.
At the sensation of your tongue laying across him, the grip in your hair tightened significantly and Enzo groaned roughly. His free hand grasped the edge of the sink where you once sat in an effort to keep his stuttering knees afloat. The effect you appeared to be having on him made you all the more desperate for him.
âGood job, baby,â he groaned. âThatâs so good.â
His words made the wetness pool between your legs more and more by the minute. If you didnât have him within the next few minutes, you were going to have to give yourself something.
You pushed your head back against the hand holding you in place. He released his hold on your hair and looked down at you, a single bead of sweat dripping down the side of his jaw.
âWhat is it?â he panted.
âI want you,â you whined.
âNo, I think you got enough from Theo.â His eyes were serious and biting. Blood drained from your face at the thought of not getting to feel him.
âNo, please,â you begged, placing your hands against the edge of his stomach. âPlease give me somethingâŠanything. I need you so bad.â
He seemed to be contemplating your words for a moment before he clicked his tongue and pulled you up by your hair. The slight burn on your scalp pulled a whimper from your lips as he directed your body right into the space he had just been occupying.
You were pressed back against the sink with his hips pressed into the back of you. A shudder passed across your lips as he turned your head to the mirror before you and demanded a single word: âWatch.â
Your lips parted in a gasp of disbelief as he flipped your dress over your back and roughly yanked your bottoms down around your ankles.
âFuck, baby,â he whispered, his fingers ghosting over every part of where you needed him most. Your eyes fell shut as you reveled in the feeling of him touching you.
âEyes open,â he asserted, bumping you into the sink a bit with his hips. You could feel the hot length of him against you.
When he decided he was ready to start with you, he placed hot fingers over your waist and guided you back and onto him.
At the stretch of him inside you, breath escaped you. Your heart pounded up and out of your chest, through your throat, and out onto the mirror before you. You felt as though you might collapse if it werenât for the boy behind you holding you up.
You watched as his eyes fluttered shut behind you and a silent moan pierced his face. The expression of his pleasure, the size of him, and the fact you hadnât been touched in months was almost enough to push you right over the edge.
His pace was set rather quickly. It was brutal and demanding, just like his personality. Your fingers wrapped tightly around the porcelain sink, begging for purchase on anything.
You watched him beat into you from behind, lathering in the feeling of him taking full and utter control of you. He was mean now, and he knew it as well.
A melody of moans and gasps escaped you as he hit everything he was supposed to with raging ferocity. His jaw clenched and his eyes opened a bit wider.
âCan Nott do this? Huh? He ever fuck you like this, baby?â he growled, fingernails clutching into your soft flesh. You whined at the feeling.
At the lack of your ability to reply, he grunted in frustration and laid a sharp slap to your ass. You gasped at the biting sensation and felt your pleasure begin to push itself over the edge.
âAnswer me.â
âNo! Nobody but you, baby. Nobody makes me feel this good.â You choked on your words, sweat dribbling across your throat.
The tail of your dress was clutched in his free hand and he used it as a kind of leverage to slam himself into you at record pace. You wouldnât last for much longer if he continued his brutalization of your body. You felt delicate and helpless in his arms.
His form of fucking was so much different than Theoâs. Where Theo was long and thin and softer and let you take control from time-to-time, Enzo was thick and rough and kept you pinned down. Merlin, help.
As you quickly approached your end, your eyes rolled far back into your skull, demanding release from the inside-out. Your body couldnât withstand anymore of Enzoâs crueltyâyou were going to shamelessly finish against him, of which you breathlessly warned him.
âThatâs it, baby,â he whispered. âCome for me.â
He leaned against you, forcing himself into you even deeper, and pressed his lips against the shell of your ear.
âSay my nameânot his⊠mine.â
âEnzo, babyâŠ,â you whispered, his words against your skin dropping chills down your spine.
âSay it again,â he groaned, his pace becoming more desperate and his voice more strained.
âEnzoâŠâ
âAgain,â he moaned, his fingers tightening against you.
âIâm fucking close, Enzo,â you whined. His speed quickened.
âOh, Iâve touched myself to the thought of you saying that to me, baby,â he groaned, breath fanning against your cheek.
At his sinful words, you could feel your body be shoved over the edge.
You came with a breathless scream, the sensation hitting you harder than Enzoâs hips pounding against you.
Seconds after youâd rode out the edge of your finish, Enzo released a high-pitched moan against your earâone so beautifully contrasting to his deep, demanding voice from earlier.
When the two of you had finally finished and come back to your senses, breaths heaving and lips swollen, you laughed hysterically.
Despite the weight of the situation only moments before, the two of you could feel the glee just from being able to finally touch the other.
The pent-up desire Enzo harbored for you and the newfound lust planted in your heart had created a heat-fueled rush that caught you both off guard. But neither of you could lie, it was far better than anything youâd felt in a while. No offense, Theo.
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I Hate You
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader
Word Count: 3.9k
Warnings: Dom!Hwa, Toxic Hwa, Sadistic Hwa heâs just a huge red flag tbh , Mafia!Hwa, Hate Sex, Sub!Reader, Spit, Name Calling, Passing Liquid From One Mouth To Another, Degradation, Oral (Giving), Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Choking, Angsty, Manhandling, If I Missed AnythingâŠđLemme KnowđđŒ!
A/N: Hear me outâŠsome about Hwa with a damn grill gone do it for me EVERY TIME! Him and that dang fur coat is giving mafia, if you disagreeâŠyou are blind. I was listening to Amy Winehouse âYou Know Iâm No Good.â and instantly thought of this for Hwa! Then I saw the unit pic him and Hongjoong took where Hwa is wearing black and white with that sleazy, smoldering look on his face and internally screameddddd! I swear ever since bouncy Hwa plagues my mind faithfullyđ, Iâm down bad fr. Also this isnât fully proof read so if there is some mistakesâŠđ my bad yall.
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âFuck you Park Seonghwa.â You spit through gritted teeth, both cheeks squished between one of his lackey henchmen.
âGive me the word boss, and Iâll end her pretty ass right here.â
Letting out a deep chuckle, man spreading even further in his chair, long brown fur coat draping against his seated figure. Letting out a click of his tongue. He snaps his fingers, the henchmen immediately let go of you. Your figure smacks the floor with a loud thud.
âYou do have quite the mouth on you.â He says through laughter. Mocking you, like you are the scum of the earth. His eyes cut through you like sharpened glass. Your eyes shoot up briefly taking in his figure. Shirt unbuttoned right below his pecks, showing quite a bit of skin. Adjusting himself, you realize heâs bricked up against his jeans, the fabric dancing with different material down both pant legs. Was this fucker really getting off seeing you in misery?!
âI like them mouthy, it turns me on.â Getting up from his lax state in the chair, he makes his way over to you. You clench your face in disgust as he walks closer to you, shoes echoing with each step. Youâve seen this man in the daylight, and would never assume he was a monster by night.
His henchmen stand still almost like toy soldiers. Not daring to move an inch. This single man held so much power in just his aura it felt almost suffocating. IntoxicatingâŠheâs got the type of power you could get drunk off of. Flicking his head to the side the group of men quickly file out. Leaving you and Seonghwa alone in the back of the warehouse.
âYou wanted to see me.â He pauses his sentence, lifting his hands up, turning in a slow circle so you can soak in his full presence.
âBask it in princess, because here I am, in the flesh.â He says almost too cocky for your liking. Smacking your lips at his over the top response. You roll your eyes, finding anything but him to look at, refusing to stroke his god-like ego.
âNow the real question is, I heard you were looking for big olâ bad me.â He says through a pout, inching his way closer and closer to you. He moved swiftly, and was just as smooth as a snake.
Squatting down to your level, he places his hand on your jaw making you look at him. Your eyes burn holes into his. Lips drawn up tightly, almost snarling at him like you are kind of wild animal. Your veins canât help but be filled with hate for this man. You hate that you seek him out, you hate how perfect he is in your eyes, you hate how he can do no wrong, you hate how hard you fell for him. You arenât supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa, no one was supposed to fall for a man like Park Seonghwa.
âWhy are you looking for me? Arenât you done with me?â He says nonchalantly. You feel like heâs spitting on you, like heâs showing you nothing but disrespect, like you mean nothing to him.
âShut the fuck up.â You grit out, trying your best to move your face out of his grip, but heâs stronger than you. Making your head swoon with his strength, he was a no good for nothing man, but you were drawn to him. A true damsel in distress.
âOoo I like when you talk nasty to me, it gets me hard. Real hardâŠâ he says practically breathless, clearly he was turned on. He had been bricked since he saw his men toss carry your fighting body in the warehouse.
âI fucking hate you.â You spit at him. Words laced with venom. Laughing in your face, this was your routine with him. You say you hated him, how you werenât looking for him, which lead to fucking, and him kicking you out. Youâve both danced with routine before.
âDidnât I tell you to stop asking about me, stop looking for me.â He says kindly, but you know there is another layer to his soft spoken words. He's so unbothered at your hate for him, so sick and twisted in the mind that it fuels his body. Your eyes just cut to him, before rolling, darting away from him again. You didnât want to admit out loud, nor give him the satisfaction of admitting that you were looking for him.
âDonât look away from me y/n.â He states firmly. Gripping your face tighter, eyes flickering with games beneath them. Your eyes shoot back to him, almost annoyed at him.
âYou hate me so much right? Then quit asking for me, quit looking for me.â He spits, making you wince after each word he speaks to you. Your eyes water slightly, moving your eyes to look to the side you were not going to give him any satisfaction.
âI hate you more than you can imagine Park Seonghwa.â Your whisper out loud, he can hear the broken record playing in your voice. The routine you constantly bestow on him.
âYou know who I am, and you know just exactly what I do. So donât shed any tears for me.â Shoving your face slightly back, he stands up, moving to sit back back on his chair. You watch as his fur coat sways from side to side as he plants himself on his chair. That crooked smile of his, gracing his face. You were disposable to him.
Your eyes watch his every move, popping open a bottle of liquor he takes a swig, shooting it down his throat like it was water. Smacking his lips obnoxiously, as he keeps eye contact with you. It was a battle in dominance that you knew you would lose. Leaning back in his chair, with the bottle resting between his legs. Your eyes slowly trace his body, soaking in every thing about this twisted man. Your body screamed for this man, your heart cried for him. You feel a flush of heat in between your legs at his cocky demeanor. With each sip of liquor he takes, he makes sure to keep eye contact with you while he shoots the tart liquid down. You catch a sly smile of his before he tips the bottle to slowly drip liquid down his chest.
With his head slightly cocked back he watched you through hooded eyes. His Matz neck tattoo sticking out like a sore thumb.
âGo on now princess, lick it up.â
You watched as the liquor ran down his body, drenching his neck and abdomen. Your eyes flicked down to his stomach, slowly traveling up his neck, meeting his eyes. Park Seonghwa was no good, you knew he was no good, hell, even he knew he was no good but that didnât stop you. It didnât stop the feeling of need growing in your core. With a smack of your lips you get on your hands, as you were still on the floor, slowly making your ways towards him, degrading yourself even further for him. Hands coming up to rest against his clothed thighs. Hard on staring you right in the face, thick at the base, with a lean to one side. Your fingers brush over it, trailing the thick vein that pulsates. His grin takes over his whole face, checkmate.
While heâs slack against the chair, man spreading so you fit in between his legs, he looks down at you. Grill twinkling in the poor fluorescent lights, he looks like trouble. His eyes say more than his own words do.
âGo on now sugar, be a good girl and put that tongue to use.â He says through a small chuckle, chest vibrating with each laugh.
âI know that pretty mouth is good for more than saying how much you hate me.â
You lick your lips slightly, before inching your body closer to his, your heated tongue comes into contact with his abdomen. Licking the liquor that remained there. The flavors makes your mouth water, while liquor was never your vice. Park Seonghwa was. He grips the handles of his chair, the feeling of your warm, soft tongue on his skin was like a reward. You were practically waving the white flag in his face. He won, he always wins.
Your tongue dips between each individual ab muscle, making sure not to leave any inch of skin uncovered. He tasted like heaven, yet you know this was far from it. As you inched further down his body you come right below his belly button. His happy trail right beneath your tongue, eliciting a loud groan out of him. He comes to cup the back of your neck, encouraging you to go lower. The fur from his coat tickles the sides of your arms, fingers on the button of his jeans, giving him a once over again you pop the button. Shimmying his pants down to his thighs his hard cock springs out, of course he was going commando. You stare up at him in disgust, jealousy lies beneath your skin.
His hand grips the back of your neck firmly, almost like heâs a mother cat, snatching his kitten up. He stares at you from beneath his nose. Taunting you, getting off at your misery. His member jumps slightly at seeing you in such a distressed state.
âI knew you were coming today ma. I knew you were going to warm my cock, so I thought why not forgo the boxers.â
You swallow loudly, gulping down the jealousy you were harboring. You should feel dirty, disgusted at the fact he knew youâd warm his leaking cock. Yet you canât help but feel a swell of pride in your chest. He was waiting on you.
âYou mustâve been pretty excited to see me.â You say, not looking him in his eyes but your voice gives you away. The small cracks and whimpers that leave your mouth are enough to know heâs got you in his trap per usual.
His black hair framed his face perfectly, the poor lighting made him look like he descended from heaven. Gripping his hard cock, you move the pre cum around the tip of it. Letting the back of your neck go, he leans back, watching the scene in front of him unfold. The feeling of your soft padded thumb on the tip of his head made him let out a groan. Black hair falling in front of his face.
Gathering all the spit in your mouth you slowly let it drop on his cock, the cool contrast to his hot member has him hissing, like the true snake he is. You lower your body, your soft lips engulf the tip. Giving it a few sucks, tossing his head back he grips the arms on his chair so tightly you watch his knuckles turn white. You look up at him through your lashes, itâs like he has sensors any time your eyes are on him. Biting his lip he says through a breathy chuckle..
âItâs been a while ma, take it easy on poor me.â
Your pussy flutters at the thought of him not giving himself to anyone but you, women threw themselves at Seonghwa, hell, even men threw themselves at Seonghwa. Times like this are when your head gets filled with disappointment but your heart gets filled with joy. Popping off his cock you lick a stripe up his leaking member, tasting the saltiness of him. Your mind clouds with thoughtsâŠwere you the last person he was with? Did he truly wait for you? The thoughts are too loud in your head, and Seonghwa notices. Brushing a thumb over your cheek, it breaks the spell on you. Crashing you down to reality.
âIâm not doing this.â You whisper out, brushing your hands off on his fur coat. You stand up, dusting your knees off. Looking him straight in the eye.
âIâm not dealing with your mind games Seonghwa!â
Everytime you raise your voice a higher octave his cock bobs up and down. The spit still pooling on his waiting cock, wrapping his own hand around it, he slowly strokes himself up and down watching your frantic figure yell at him.
âMind games? What mind games?â
âFuck you Seonghwa! You know exactly what Iâm talking about! You fuck with my mind! You tell me to stay away from you but then you fill my head saying shit like âoh itâs been a whileâ, you know exactly what you do!â Yelling so loudly it bounces off the warehouse walls, echoing down the room. Not caring if his tin soldiers hear. Letting out a quiet laugh he looks up at you through hooded eyes, eyes so pitch black they swallow up his pupil.
âYou know what I am, you know exactly who I am.â He says while continuing to stroke his cock, getting hard at the thought of you yelling at him, causing such a big fuss for lil olâ him.
âYou are such a piece of shit you know that?â
Biting his lip he leans forward, almost taunting you. Stomach muscles contracted with how fast he was close to reaching his peak.
âYou are all bark and no bite, you hate me so much. Always screaming how you hate me but you always come crawling back. You hate me or you hate the thought of being without me?â He says matter of factly, hitting the nail right on the head. Steam is practically radiating off your body. Letting out a huff you march over to him, snatching the liquor bottle from his side, taking a long drink from it, before hovering over him. Sticking out his tongue, you let the liquor splash into his mouth, and down his throat. Shoving his upper body back, you slap his hands away. Shoving your pants down to your ankles before stepping out of them. Ripping the shirt over your head. Placing each of your thighs on the outer side of his legs, hovering over his waiting member.
âYou taste so good.â He says through a whisper, licking his lips, drinking down any leftover liquid you splashed in his mouth. Grabbing the empty liquor bottle he takes another swig, groaning as you slowly lower your sopping wet pussy onto his waiting cock. He fills you wall to wall. Deliciously just like the last time. Gripping you by the back of your neck, he brings you close to his face, the tips of your noses brush against each other.
âYou know Iâm trouble, you know Iâm no good, but here you are on my cock. Admit it baby..â he says, slapping your ass cheek real hard with his free hand. Bringing your naked chest to his own, the bottom half of his shirt brushes your lower stomach, making your body liter with goosebumps. He was practically fully clothed while you were stripped down for him.
âYou hate me so much because Iâm all you want.â
Pulling you back by the neck so there is distance between the both of you. His hand grips your ass, beginning to move you slowly up and down his cock. The fill of him has your mind on cloud nine. You want to wipe that smirk off his face but you know heâs right. Your heart tugs when heâs near.
âIâm all you need, you want me to survive. Think Iâm going to run away with you? Hang this life up for you?â He says through grit teeth, ending his sentence with a slight laugh, mocking you. Not even sparing to sell you a dream because youâve already sold yourself one. You shouldâve known by now you canât change a man, and he was not just any man. He was Park Seonghwa. You start working your hips to meet his thrusts, picking up speed as your walls get custom to his thick size in your cunt.
Squelching noises fill the warehouse, you both are breathing each other in. His eyes glimmer every time you slam your hips down on him. Tossing his head against the back of the chair, he grabs both of your ass cheeks slamming you down even harder into his length, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with each slam. Tossing your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself while you bounce around like a doll for him. Letting one of your ass cheeks go, he grabs the bottle of liquor.
Pouring it on your naked chest, he sticks his warm tongue against your heated skin, trying to slurp up the liquor thatâs coated on your flesh. His cool lips, mixed with his warm tongue, has you mewling. Gripping the sides to his chair, you bounce faster up and down on his cock. Leaning your head back, you are in heaven right now. Licking a stripe up your neck, he laughs into your neck. You can feel him pulsate in your soft walls. The coolness of his grill has your pussy clenching down hard on him. Heâs so deep in you that you can practically taste him in your mouth. The pleasure bringing you a whole new feeling has your eyes filled with tears of pleasure.
âTalked all that shit earlier, look at you now, bouncing on my cock like you have no fucking sense.â
You let out a pathetic cry, tilting your head back you try to take in as much air as you can. Every stroke up it feels like heâs knocking your lungs loose, your body burns with the constant need of this man. Biting your lip you look down at him through your lashes, trying your best to keep your eyes on him, scrunching your face, attempting to toss him a smug glare.
âGo on baby..fu-fuck. Tell me how much you hate me, it makes my dick hard.â He grits out with a chuckle watching you bounce up and down on his cock. Your hips still at the tip of his cock, as he clutches your ass, pistoning into you. The wet sound of his cock hammering away at you, has your eyes rolling, you are on the brink of an orgasm.
âOh my god.â You moan loudly, nails digging into his clothes shoulders. Diving his face into your chest, he sucks and nips your skin, leaving small marks behind on the plush of your breast. Your mouth falls open, jaw going slack. Taking the opportunity he places his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, tugging down your jaw with his fingers.
âYou are a fucking dick head.â You mumble out with your mouth full of his fingers, drool begins to pour landing over your breast that are flying in his face. His eyes briefly roll back, letting out a groan he pulls you closer to his face by your bottom jaw, wiggling his fingers in your mouth.
âAwww Iâm a dickhead, yet you are drooling all over this dickhead.â He says through a chuckle, one harsh particular thrust has you practically biting down on his fingers. Letting out a low breathy moan, he removes his fingers from your mouth crashing his lips against yours, his grill clinking against your teeth. His hands travel to your ass again bouncing you faster. Your toes curl on the sides of his thighs, his grip on you is bruising, the wet skin slapping against his upper thighs. Tears fill your eyes once more at your orgasm building up
âI told you I was trouble, you know that Iâm no good but look at you, bouncing on my cock like a bitch in heat.â He moans against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip, running his tongue along it, the taste of him on your mouth was sending you over. Tears overflowing from the pressure build up.
âGo on, tell me how much you hate me.â He grits wrapping a hand on the back of your neck in a possessive manner.
âBecause you do, right? Hate me so much you wanna cry on this cock every night.â Slapping your ass harshly, feeling his heated hand print stinging on your skin you let out a choked out moan.
âGo on, tell me, I wanna hear you say it again. It turns me on.â He moans out, hips continuing into you, tears stream down your face, landing on his heated skin.
âI-I ha-hate you.â You say breathlessly, gripping his shoulders tighter. Your orgasm is at its tipping point with the way his cock is brushing against your cervix. Slapping your ass hard once more.
âLouder!â
âI ha-hate y-.â
âI canât hear you!â
âI fucking hate you Park Seonghwa!â You scream at your orgasm tips over, clutching your fists into his shirt, hips immediately stopping, you fall over into Seonghwa chest pressed tightly against his very own while his hips continue to slam into your sopping cunt, your juices rolling down, soaking his jeans. Tossing his head back, his grip on you is bruising.
âFuck Seonghwa, please!â You whimper out, your body is overly sensitive after your intense orgasm, and his bruising pace is making you more delirious.
âFuck! Yes, yes yes!â His yells echoing in the entire warehouse without a second thought. With one final slam into your cunt heâs cumming deep in you, hips jerking up every couple of seconds to make sure you take every drop of him. His hands jiggle the meat off your flesh, before lightly rubbing where his bruising grip was.
Your heavy breathes are all that fill the room, pushing off his chest slightly, you groan at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and around his member.
âYou are so fucking stupid. I swear you are.â
He looks at you with one eye open, while the other remains shut from his post orgasmic bliss. With a deep chuckle, he pushes his black hair out of his face. Grabbing your chin between his fingers, bringing you close to his face. You stare him directly in the eyes, before the shimmer from his grill catches your eye.
âIf you want me again for round two thatâs all you have to say.â He whispers against your lips.
âOh please, I barely enjoyed myself.â You say shoving him back by the chest, carefully removing yourself from his lap. You can feel his cum start to run down your inner thighs. Cutting your eyes at him you tug on the sleeve of his fur coat. Barely moving an inch he laughs at your frazzled state, pulling up his pants he buttons them again, watching your naked body move around quickly to find your clothes and put them on.
Just as you are buttoning your own pants. You hear the warehouse door slam open, the orange fur from the coat immediately catching your eye. Hongjoong is backâŠ
âOh..did I interrupt?â Hongjoong says, clearly unamused at Seonghwas actions.
âHongjoong! Youâre back early!â Seonghwa says, voice full of cheer.
Buttoning your pants all the way up, turning around all they see is the back of your shirt and pants as you walk away, feet practically stomping with each step.
âFuck you Park Seonghwa!â You scream out, echoing so Hongjoong can hear.
âSeonghwa..â Hongjoong says quietly scolding him.
âOh donât you worry Hongjoong, sheâll be back!â He yells loudly, making sure that you hear him. Turning around you flip him off before continuing to stomp out of the warehouse.
âShe always comes back..â he whispers quietly to himself as he watches your fleeing figure.
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Sweet Thing
pairing: rhysand x reader
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part 4 of the shy!reader massage mini series
warnings: swearing, sexual implications, possible violence, jealousy, gambling, male egos, petnames (bc being called bunny is so cute and soft, fight me on it)
summary: Your High Lord hosts a party with a dozen hothead Illyrian soldiers where you become the main attraction
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âStay close,â Rhysand murmurs in your ear, a warm hand pressed at the low of your back to guide you into the large room. Itâd been recently renovated; not yet decorated and you'd assumed it was turned into a makeshift meeting area, a giant table pushed in the middle with a dozen chairs wrapped around it. It was also the furthest room from your ownâa little detail that Rhys quickly bristled over when you'd mentioned it earlier. âWanted to keep my good luck charm close by tonight.â
Your cheeks warm under the words, annoyingly aware of how sensitive your body had become in response to the High Lord since that night. It haunted your every breath; his barely contained need, the throbbing cock just a few measly layers away from being everything youâd ever dreamed of and Rhysand fed off of it like ravenous wolves who'd been starved three winters over. The teasing was merciless; heated touches and sinful words of remembrance haughtily whispered in your ear when you were supposed to be concentrating.
âTell me what youâre thinking about.â You shy out of his touch, the hunger in his voice unmistakable and creating distance is easy when the others begin to filter in. A dozen or so pristinely dressed males of all sizes briefly greet Rhysand, hands clapping at each others backs and the testosterone that filtered in was thick enough to suffocate. They were friends; guys heâd fought and bled with, people heâd known for hundreds of years all gathered for card games and expensive glasses of liquor.
You were only there to help, to look pretty and shuffle the cards and stay close to Rhysâeasy enough. âIâm thinking I shouldâve dressed better.â
His fingers trace over the pleated pattern of your skirt, the soft purple fabric teasing at the middle of your thigh and all he can smell is some fruit on your skinâpomegranate? pear? âYou look perfect, donât worry about all them. Youâll be collecting their money for me by the end of the night.â Rhys is touchy; shamelessly so in front of others and you notice a few of the guests beginning to take you in, their stares raking up your form, sizing you up and you can feel Azriel shift closer from beside you.
"You always did have the prettiest little things hanging off your shoulder, Rhysand." Your head slowly turns to face the drawling voice, male entitlement and an incredulous amount of confidence seeping from every pore. Handsome and wealthy, but the allure dies the moment his mouth opens. The tailored suit alone was worth three months of the average faes rent and then some. "You have to tell me where you found this one."
Rhys laughs but you can tell there's no real humor behind it, his hand raising to wrap around your waist and pull you in closer; enough for your thighs to skim on the arm rest of his chair. The body language is possessive no matter how casual itâs intended to be and you catch Cass and Az sharing a lookâmentally agreeing to pounce when they deemed fit.
Like salivating lions dressed in sheep's clothing.
"Couldnât tell you, Maverick, she just stumbled in my lap."
He's trying to hold back for the benefit of the greater goodâthat was the whole point of inviting them over in the first place. Even after Mor had insisted that it was the dumbest idea ever inviting a dozen ill-tempered Illyrian soldiers and filling them up with booze. "I'd love to see her stumble in mine."
Your reaction is instinctual after feeling the High Lord's shoulders tense under your fingers and in seconds your hands are gently kneading at the muscle there, a palm running soothing lines up the length of his back and manicured nails scratch wonderfully at the nape of his neck until a bit of that darkness subsided. With a hum, you gently push his hand from your waist, backing away with a pitch only audible to him, "Gonna grab you guys some drinks."
"I'll help." You don't even try denying the spymaster, more than familiar with his customs and how unbearably uncomfortable he got once you started taking care of large groups of people. Az was always the first to say thank you when you served dinner and always made sure to wait until you sat down and took the first bite before even touching his fork.
He's quiet behind you, busying his hands with polishing the glasses you'd lined up and his shadows follow you around like a clingy pet but you understand why he's thereâa silent promise that he'd have your back the entire night. That youâd never be left alone.
Azriel watches you pour a six-hundred year old bottle of amber liquor one knuckle deep for every cup besides oneâthat one got double and a single ice cube. Just how the High Lord liked it. "It's going to be fine," You tell him softly, storing away the rest of the bottle and you don't fight the smile that pulls when he stops you from carrying anymore than three glassesâbrunting the rest of the work on the shadows. "Just a few hours and it'll all be over."
Azriel only hums but there's an underlying gratefulness for not having to speak or explain and his protectiveness towards you grows at how easily you understand himâadapting to his moods with ease.
He returns to his seat, shadows wisping their thanks over the length of your calf and a sweet smile is sent Cassian's way when he presses a grateful kiss to your hand. You turn to go back to Rhys, one final drink in your hand and you can feel Maverick's eyes trailing you, undressing you, touching and lusting from afar but he might as well have been shouting it across the room from the top of his lungs. "Come sit, bunny. And shuffle the deck, will you? They think I cheat."
"We know you do." Another male chuckles over the rim of his glass, blue eyes sharp and tawny curls tickle at the sides of his earsâCade, you learn after a few minutes of listening in silence. You sift through the deck, righting the cards and splitting them in two before shuffling once, twice, a third time before you set it before you to be split by another. âLook at the hands on this one,â Cade poorly whispers to Maverick, shoulders bumping playfully and you felt like you were being hunted, ganged up onâeaten alive by males who didnât follow the same code as the ones you hung around. âI bet they get the job done quite nicely.â
Rhysand has no time to respond because Cass is already doing it; gold battles with blue, large hands broadcasted before him and the General looks down at them to peer like a high maintenance woman after her nail appointment. âYou should look at mine,â Crimson red Siphons glow with life on his arms; all seven of them, most hidden by the dark long sleeved shirt he wore but the message got across rather quickly. âIâm sure theyâll do it much better.â
You shift in Rhysâ lap, settling into the hands splayed around your waist, the other trails ticklish lines up the length of a bare arm and youâre grateful for how quickly the conversation shifts. âWhat do I do now?â
The low cadence of his voice rumbles against your back, hair gently pushed off one shoulder to make room for the chin that settles there. His instructions are thorough and intended to be purely informational but the smell of his cologne, the large hands sliding down lower to rub at the sides of your thighs and youâre unbearably aware of the plush of your ass nestled right atop of him. Cards are dealed, the rest left in a pile and you slowly draw three, facing them upright and most of the rest is a bit of a blur.
Every now and then Rhys will lean closer to mumble about what was going on but mostly it was just a room full of drunk males and their money. They cursed like sailors and laughed like hyenas, a chorus of voices overlapping the other until the liquor took its course and the true personalities settled in.
At some point you stand, hands grazing the back of Rhysâ neck when you mutter something about grabbing a snack. Youâre not far, maybe a few feet away, body just barely obscured by the wall that separates them and the kitchen while you pile a plate full of finger food to snack on; fruit, mini sandwiches, warm meats wrapped in flaky dough and youâre pulled away from your focus when a voice clears. âThere you are,â Maverick doesnât look shitfaced but the liquor was definitely taking its toll, his steps a little unsteady and he slurred the sâs in his words. âHow about you come rub my shoulders for me, sweet thing?â
Your brows furrow, mouth opening to give a response when the males hand raises to trace the line of your collarbone, you freeze. Four fingers graze over your shoulder and slowly moves down the length of your arm. âI donât thinkââ
âIâm not asking you to think, sweet thing.â Your stomach churns, discomfort evident in the way you crane away from his touch but Maverick doesnât careâas if unreciprocated want wasnât an issue for him. âIâm telling you to come over here and offer up some of that treatment youâve been feeding those three,â His eyes feel like hands in the way they roam your body, catching on bare skin and practically salivating to see the rest. âSwear Iâll return the favor.â
Your heart hammers in your chest and anxiety swellsâyou really shouldâve just stayed put, the food in your hand threatening to spill to the floor with the intensity of your shaking but Maverick feels so close and you can smell his cologne; the whiskey. âI should get back to Rhys.â Itâs no more than a whisper but when you try to slink past him, a hand clamps tightly around your arm, roughly tugging you back.
âWhere the fuck do you think youâre going?â
A whimper escapes and just like that the kitchen explodes with darkness; relief overtakes your form as familiar hands tug you close and the arms that tuck you in close feel rightâsafe. Safe enough to not notice the warm spray of wetness that splatters against the back of your legs until you hear the steady drip,drip, dripping on the floor. Your head turns but before you can look Rhysand is tucking you in tighter, full lips pressing kisses to the top of your head. âDonât lookâletâs just get you cleaned up.â
âWhat about the others?â
âCassian and Azriel will handle them,â The High Lords voice isnât nearly as calm as you remember and itâs only when youâre halfway down the hallway does he loosen his grip a bit, turning you to face him to begin his assessment. âDid he hurt you? Did he fucking touch you?â
You canât form words, realization beginning to form when you see blood splattering your clothes but you manage to shake your head. âHe just grabbed meâRhys did youââ
âI shouldnât have let you go alone.â
âIt was just a second.â
âA second longer and he couldâveââ He stops himself from saying more; too afraid to make the words reality or too pissed to have to verbalize them but Rhys lets out a deep breath when he can find no damage besides a hint of a bruise. âI shouldâve taken my time.â
You donât need to ask to know what he means.
Instead, you place a palm on his cheek in hopes to ground him, to remind the High Lord that you were safe. Violet eyes soften, silver flecks catching in the light and it takes everything in you not to buckle beneath him when he looks at you like thatâlike it was nothing to kill for you. âLetâs go, Iâd say itâs about time you return the favor and give me a massage.â
Mischief glints in those eyes, a smirk curling at the corner of full lips. âI canât promise Iâll remain professional.â
âThatâs sort of what Iâm counting on.â
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âž» tell me i'm your national anthem. part three.
· pairing: homelander x collegestudent!reader · type: part of a series · summary: you tell john about your childhood & the things you still want despite it, & he tells you about his, knowing once & for all that youâre meant to belong to him & him alone. · word count: 2,409
Youâre just beginning to drift off when you hear a soft knock against the glass.
You groan into your pillow and could swear you hear a deep chuckle from the other side of the door in response.
You slowly riseâhead spinning from exhaustionâand pad over to the door, silently flipping the lock before throwing yourself back down face-first into the mattress, pulling a thin blanket over your bare legs.
John enters the room, staring down at you, arms folded behind his back. âWhat? No dinner for your man tonight?â
You mentally roll your eyes at him calling himself that yet again, but donât reply to that particular comment. âI already ate. Iâm going to sleep.â
He huffs, glancing around your small apartment, then back to you. âGuess Iâll just climb in there with yââ
âNot with your suit still on you arenât,â you mumble into your pillow.
He raises a brow in interest, smirking, surprised youâre not trying to argue otherwise. Maybe thatâs the key to getting his way, then, until you start caving all on your own: take advantage when you have no energy to fight back. When youâre soft and tired and at his will to do with as he pleases.
âSee youâre finally starting to see things my way,â he states smugly.
You roll over then, looking at him. âYouâre not wearing your outside clothes in my bed. Itâs not a come-on.â
He toes off his boots, then settles his hands on his hips, as if heâs debating something internally.
It doesnât take much effort for you to understand what.
His suit is his metaphorical armor. You still have yet to understand why heâs so insecure, thoughâwhy his ego is so fragile. Thatâs the one thing about him that should be âuntouchableâ, so to speak. Then again, being physically bulletproof doesnât have any bearing on whatâs inside.
And whatâs inside seems, still, like a little boy living in a manâs body, to you.
He needs to feel wanted. Heâd seemed pleased last night when youâd talked about seeing him againâlike you were finally giving him what heâs been desiring since that day he first set eyes upon you in your universityâs auditorium: your willing attention.
Your eyes flutter closed, throwing a bone his way. âIâm cold.â
And thatâs all it takes for him to remove his suitâleaving him clad only in a pair of dark-blue briefs. And it makes him want to crawl out of his fucking skin.
But youâre all but finally asking for him. You want him. Youâve finally come around.
He knew you would. No woman can resist. Not even you. Young and pretty you may be, but youâre still not educated enough to know whatâs in your best interest, clearly. Best interest being him. Thatâs the problem with all these liberal âschoolsâ. They donât teach what they used to: love of ones country. Instead, theyâd tried to turn you against him.
But he can still pull you back. It seems like he already has as you lie there, waiting for him.
So, he climbs into bed next to you, pulling the covers over himself, and then he pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest.
He smiles softly when you gently press your palms to his pecks.
âI like you better like this,â you say, cuddling closer, wondering how heâll react to it.
He tightens his arms around you then and you squeak.
âJohn, youâre crushing me.â
He loosens his hold, feeling the least bit pathetic.
Heâs done this beforeâheld a woman so tightly that it resulted in her life being cut short he was that fucking desperate for affection.
He lets you go entirely then, rolling onto his back, hating himself.
He doesnât need anyone. Why canât he get that through his goddamn head? Why the fuck should he care what a weak, useless, lonely little human like you thinks about himâa god? He should just kill you instead. He does that, and youâre no longer all heâs able to fucking think about all dayâto a disturbingly obsessive degree. Itâd be as simple asâ
You scoot closer, sliding a warm, dainty hand up his chest until itâs resting gently against his cheek and his mind immediately goes blankâhis face twitching as he fights back tears.
Maybe your superpower is justâŠcomforting maternal gestures, then.
At least with you he wonât have to compete with another to receive them. Unlike MadelynâŠand Teddy. The little shit. Taking what shouldâve beenâhad beenâhis.
But you? There is no competition. He assumes, at least.
âDo you have a boyfriend?â He asks quietly.
You pop an eye open, staring at him as he stares up at the ceiling, his face entirely void of emotion.
Lying would be useless, youâre sure. He works for Voughtâor withâyouâre sure they could have a comprehensive background check done on you in a handful of minutesâŠif he hasnât already done as much. You have half-a-mind to ask, but youâre not sure you want the answer to such a question.
âNo.â
His lip twitches, turning upwards into a smile, which leaves you feeling uneasy.
âSo youâre all mine, then.â
You open both eyes, blinking at him, heartrate beginning to climb. âIââ
He shakes his head slightly. âNo. Wasnât a question.â
He turns back onto his side then, sliding a heavy hand over your hip, holding you possessively in his grip. âYou said youâd tell me about âherâ tonight.â
You brush your thumb against his cheek, eyes drifting down to his chest, not wishing to meet his own now.
You want to go back to his commentâone heâs made more than once now, just in varying waysâaboutâŠownership. He surely doesnât mean it.
But every time youâve tried to assure yourself of anything concerning him: that he wonât come back, that he wonât really hurt youâyouâve been wrong.
Maybe youâre not as good at reading people as you like to think you are. Most of all him.
You just still donât understand why youâre a subject of fascination for him yet. Like youâd told yourself the other dayâŠwhatâre you compared to any of the other women in his life? But maybe thatâs it, then. Just like him, theyâre forced to put on a mask, not letting anyone in deeper than surface-level, lest the plastic cracks.
It seems like he justâŠwants to connect.
No wonder youâve been so tired the last couple of daysâconstantly wracking your mind, trying to understand him. As if itâs even possible. Heâs been an actor all his life.
You sigh.
âIâm sure you wonâtâŠbe able to relate. Iâm envious of you in that: your perfect childhood, and life. I wish Iâd had thatâŠâ
You trail off for a moment.
âMy mother,â you say quietly. âI havenât seen her since I was eighteen and left for college. Half the reason I even went was to get away from her. I didnât care about student loans and living in debt if it got me out of that house. For the first couple of years I lived in a dorm roomâŠand it was the first time Iâd ever known peace. No more walking on eggshells, no more fighting, or being called horrible names, or having to cautiously measure what mood I think sheâs in each dayâor hourâlest I provoke her.â
You slide your hand down to his neck, softly curling your fingertips inward. âI canâtâŠâ
You pause, tears stinging your eyes.
He pulls you closer to him, silently encouraging you to continue.
âYet I still feel like I canât get away from her. Not even here. Not even hundreds of miles from homeâif you can even call it that. Because sheâs always with me. In my head. Beating me down, making me feel worthlessâlikeâŠall my self-worth still needs to hinge upon her and how she feels. If sheâs happy. When did it become my job to look after her, and not the other way around? And even when I didâŠshe still abused me for it. Nothing I ever did was right.â
You bite your lip trying to fight back tears.
âWhen I was young, I wanted what weâre all supposed to once we grow up: a husband, a home, babies. And then I got older, and because of her I tried to convince myself otherwise. Tried to pound into my head that I didnât want kids. That what I really wanted was a hysterectomy. That way, Iâd never have to risk turning into her: becoming the monster of a mother that she was.â
You ignore the tears running down your cheeks now. âBut itâs how Iâm different from her that matters most. Sheâs taken enough away from me. Stolen enough of my life. I want children. I deserve to be a mother. To have a family. To make my own. She doesnât get to have that, too. She doesnât.â
Your chin wobbles and you let out a small sob. âIâm sorry.â
He only holds you closer, unsure what to even say. Heâs never known how to comfort others. Heâs always expected it to be provided to him instead. But only from women. And only in secret. Because he canât be seen as some fucking weakling.
Because heâs not. Heâs not.
He is the strongest man in all the world. The most superior. The master of his race.
You continue to softly cry, and itâs then that he makes a decision, knowing that if it ends terriblyâwith you emasculating him, or betraying his trustâwell, it will take no effort from him to rectify the situation. But heâs sure that you wonât, because, little-by-little, youâve shown your true colors: how maternal you truly are.
You just said it yourself. And itâd sounded like the most beautiful fucking music to his ears to hear: how desperate you are for a child.
You want someone to look after? Well, here he is. He needs your love. He can admit it now. To himself, at least. Even if it tastes like rancid vinegar to do so.
âI didnât have it: a perfect childhood. Itâs all fucking bullshit. You want to know how I was really raised?â
You grow quiet then, only occasionally sniffling as you slip your fingers into his hair, gently stroking his soft, blond strands.
âI grew up in a lab like a rat. TheseâŠdoctors kept me locked in a sterile white room with nothing but a blanket for comfort. Not even a bed. Not a pillow. No toys. No TV. Nothing. All while they performed test after fucking test afterââ
He clenches his teeth. âWatching me every second of every day. No privacy. Treating me like someâŠsideshow attraction. Burning me and laughing at me and justâwatching.â
Your chin wobbles.
âI never knew my parents because I was designed in a test tube. I was created to be this. The greatest superhero the world has ever known. They tried to make me perfect. And I am,â he tacks on.
Heâs unsure whether heâs trying to convince himself of that, or you.
âBut Iâm justââ
âLonely,â you say, interrupting him with tears slipping down your cheeksâyour heart shattering, for him.
You wrap your arms around his neck then, finally understanding him. Finally seeing a shred of humanity behind his âtough-manâ facade.
âIâm so sorry, sweetheart,â you say between sobs. âI am so sorry for what they did to you.â
All you can picture in your mindâs eye is a sweet, blond little boy sitting in a room all alone, waiting for someone to come for him. To care. To hold, or love him. For them to stop hurting him, all while he was left to wonder what he did wrong to deserve such horrible treatment.
HowâŠhow could anyone do that? To a baby? To a little boy?
You shouldnât care. Not after what he did to you just two nights ago, but you canât help it. Because in this moment you just see a broken man that has nowhere else to turn.
He slides impossibly closer, burying his face between your breasts, quietly crying.
You shoosh him, running your fingers through his soft hair.
Here lies the most powerfulâinvincibleâman in all the world in your armsâa man who has always seemed a larger than life titanâŠsomehow he feels so small now. Youâd been right to see him as just a scared little boy looking for someone to comfort him. And it serves only to break your heart all the more.
 âIâm so sorry, baby,â you say.
And it reminds him of a loving mother consoling her child. Something heâs never had the gift of having.
He mouths it against your breast then, justâŠwanting to try itâto know how it feels: âmommyâ.
And it comes to him naturally. LikeâŠthis is meant to be.
And he knows in that moment with absolute certainty that youâre the one. Youâre supposed to be his. Meant to belong to him alone. You were born to.
Heâll kill anyone who even attempts at coming between the two of you. Heâll rip him in fucking half with his bare hands just to keep you. Just to show you this newfound devotion.
And heâs sure youâd be thankful for it.
Your mother expected you to do everything for her? He can show you the opposite: so long as you love him, he can give you the same.
Heâll take care of you. Heâll make sure you donât go without anymore. He has more than enough money for the two of you. Is willing to expend the effort to keep you as his sole property.
Itâs all heâs ever wanted: to be loved. And now here you are in his arms with an open, maternal heart meant to love him.
BesidesâŠhow could you ever dream of doing better than the most singular and superior man in all the world? No other pathetic human specimen could ever compete.
Youâll be thanking him one day for having come into your life. For saving you. But thatâs what he does: he saves people. And it seems youâhis new purposeâneed him most of all.
Before long, youâll see just how much.
Before longâŠyou wonât have any idea how to live without him. Already he feels the reverse: no idea how to live without you.
Not that heâll have to, because youâre not going anywhere.
If you tried, heâd simply follow, because thereâs nowhere you could hide that he wouldnât find you.
Youâre his.
All his.
His girl.
His woman.
Mommy.
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đ THE THREE STAGES OF DATING PARK SUNGHOON.
đođâŻs. park sunghoon with fem!reader đ„ Ę strangers to fling to lovers, absolute fluff. LIB? word count `1115 a revamp
` âIN ALL REALITIES, i want to be tied to you by heart.
001. from a fling to newfound lovers.
sitting beside the window, you watch the rain pouring down hitting against the glass and slipping like drops of tear. the music in your earphones blaring into your ears like youâre in a different world, numbing like an apocalypse. the bus stops for a while and a minute later you feel the presence of one sit beside you; itâs sunghoon, he runs a hand through his slightly wet hair trying to brush off the raindrops and adjusts his blazer before he looks at you with a rather brazen look on his face. raising his brows cockily and reaching forward to pull out one of your buds, to put it in his ear.
as he takes your hand resting on your lap into his, fingers intertwining with yours in a gentle squeeze, you look at him questioningly, âi thought you were going to take your car?â he smiles faintly turning his face to return your gaze, not a viable response, just brown orbs staring at you. his other hand moves to trace his ring on your index finger, the one he gave you this weekend, âwanted to spend some more time with you.â
it was almost ten at night when you had gotten his text to come outside, that he had something to say to you. he ended up confessing and asking you out after you got into an argument about him treating you like you were a summer fling; things could have ended in so many different ways but youâre grateful that for once the sunghoon you knew, put his ego and pride behind and admitted his wrong.
and now that he has entered your life, your world, you wish nothing but for him to stay as long as he can in there. you know this might not go on for forever but however long it may be, you want to put all your heart and efforts into it. itâs just your second day, you have a long way to go, âthen letâs go to school together from now on, be it the bus or your car.â and sunghoon swears his heart has never felt what it felt when he heard your voice just now..and your smile: the first love kind. perhaps his first love? only time could tell him.
002. the step to a vulnerable heart.
âyour eyes are so pretty,â he blurts out, staring at you with hearts oozing out of him,âsunghoon, iâm literally crying here,â you laugh with a pout, pulling out tissues from the box to wipe your tears and the mascara rolling down the skin of your cheeks. âbut you still look so pretty, like a doll.â grinning lazily he holds the side of his head, leaning against the back of the couch while admiring you like a piece of artwork.
it makes you feel even more emotional than you already do,âi look like a mess not a dollâ glaring at him playfully, you softly hit his thigh,âbut i love the you mess.â his smile grows wider and brighter, pupils dilated, his warm presence feeling like an invitation to neverland; like peter to your wendy.
âstop being so cringey or iâm going to start bawling my eyes out again.â and as if on que you pause for a moment before breaking down again âstop being so pretty then- i told you not to go to that reunionâ sunghoon scolds you as he takes the tissue from the grasp of your fingers and holding your face, delicately wipes the falling tears, thumbs caressing the top of your eyes giving it a gentle massage. you werenât planning to attend the said reunion but the hopes of rekindling your friendship with your ex-bff and clear out the misunderstandings from high school overcame your desire to skip it.
instead all you got were harsh words and false accusations, something sunghoon had already predicted would happen but now all that matters to him is for you to feel better. though itâs true that in his eyes even a mess you look like an angel from heaven heâd rather see you without tears of sadness. he holds onto your hands and kissing your knuckles pulls you into a hug, patting your back in a kind of comfort you know only he can provide. to him you are one displayed at the greatest of exhibitions. a private room where only he can admire the work of emotions.
003. your honeymoon ever after.
you look at sunghoon with confused eyes as he abruptly stops after closing the door to your apartment and turns to you. taking out both of your hands which were previously in his coat pockets he grabs your cheeks, squeezing your face with a lovestruck smile and heart eyes. he pecks the tip of your nose,âyour face has gotten cold, iâll have to kiss it warm,â grinning he plants another two kisses on your cheeks, then the top of your eyelids then your forehead, then three on your lips,âitâs a bonus.â
later when youâre in the kitchen making some hot chocolate and coffee for you both, he comes in, grabs your hand and starts placing kisses on your knuckles before rubbing the skin of your hands between his palms to warm them more,âsunghoon, the heater is on,â you look at him wanting to see what he has to say. he nods giving a lovely wide smile,âi know, just- your hands are precious,â
the next time he behaves this way is an hour later when youâre cuddling in the balcony, stargazing together in the pillow&blanket fort you both made there. he makes you sit between his legs with your back against his front and hugging you from behind, leaving smooches on top of your head,âyour hair smells nice,â he mumbles between his kisses, it makes you laugh. just what exactly has happened to him. after he stops you put your head in the crook of his neck and ask,âare you okay, baby? why are you acting like this all of a sudden?â
he locks eyes with you and in a stare of pure love and adoration,âi just realized how lucky i am to have you, youâre so precious and i love you so much. thank you for being with me,â with that he presses another kiss to your temple and hugs you tighter. soon as heâs way into dreamland, snoring softly, you look at his peaceful face and peck his lips with a smile,âi love you a lot too, thank you for coming into my life.â he definitely heard that even in his dreams.
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GUESS WHOâŠ
summary: you try to guess who is who during a threesum with your best friends..
WARNING: NOT INCEST, dom!chris, soft!dom!matt, blindfolded, degrade kink, fingering, oral (fem receiving), if there's anything i left out Imk !!
a/n: bro i had to rewrite this entire thing.
You were driving to the Sturniolos house for a sleepover, it was around 10:00PM ish so the roads weren't busy and the street lights were on, they lived right down the road so it wasn't a very long drive
When you arrived at theyre house you walked up to the doorstep knocking since you lost the spare key, Chris opened the door greeting you with a hug, matt was on the couch behind him with a smile on his face, you walked in and sat next to matt "hey where's nick?" You ask "oh he's at Madison's, he said he's helping her cause Presley's sick" Chris stated "poor Presley" you say
Switching to you're pov
I've been her for about 30 minutes now and started getting bored "im bored let's do something" Matt says basically reading my mind "I'm down" chris says âsameâ i reply âok ill give matt a personâ i add thinking for a second before speaking âok ok ask some questions nowâ i tell matt as chris scoots closer to me while we both wait for his response âam i a female?â matt asks ânopeâ i reply âokay so im a male, hmm.. motherfucker i swear if im deadpool.â matt states âcorrect!â i laugh âi fucking knew it, your obsession is insaneâ he says before chris laughs at his comment âokay whatever my turn!â i laugh âalright guessâ chris smirks âhm am i lola bunny?â âno your a personâ âam i a female?â
they play for a while before eventually stopping
ânow what?â matt asks âi donât know but y/n, who do you think could make you cum faster?â chris blurts, the question completely caught me off guard it was so random but i think for a second before i answer âi donât know? why do you ask?â i say with confusion written all over my face âwell you know, i already know i could make you cum faster, i just wanted to see if you knew that tooâ he states âbullshit!â matt argues âbullshit? kid you know i could too!â chris argues back, this whole conversation caught me off guard but the way they looked when they were mad made me feel some type of way.. a way ive never felt âhow about we find out?â i interrupt, they both look at me, just as shocked as i am âlets play my version of guess who.â chris says
all of a sudden im blindfolded on the couch feeling so needy and desperate âalright ma, just guess who is who fâmeâ i hear chris say, i nod, cold hands pull my pants & underwear off my legs slowly, leaving my bottom half all exposed âso wet fâus?â a voice asks before i answer i feel hands rubbing the inside of my thighs, no rings..its chris, he teases me before placing delicate kisses on my heat âplease..â i whine before i feel him start to suck on my clit, his tongue sliding up and down in my slick folds, soft whimpers escaping my lips while i tug on his soft hair, clearly boosting his ego because he sped up a lot, his tongue sliding in and out of me, i start to feel the knot unravel in my stomach âgonna cum..â i warn, he speeds up more before i release all over his tongue
matts turn
he starts by sliding two fingers in and out of me at a slow pace âmmhp!â he thrusts his fingers faster, in and out, i suddenly feel him start to lick and suck my clit, donât get me wrong, chris did amazing but the way matt works his fingers and mouth? i think we know whoâs winning.. âgonna f-fucking cum!â i whine, he speeds up more, i let out some whines and moans before letting out a leg shaking orgasm
hey, so i give up! its 3:05AM.. i have to get up to do my online school at 8:00.. let me take my ass to bed..đ
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Let The Light In: Part 2
Part 1 Part 3
Words: 1,598
Pairing: Paige Bueckers/Media Manager! Reader
Warnings: Angst, Friends to enemies (but the reader doesnât know why theyâre enemies), reader is actually so in the wrong, angst no comfort.
âIs that Paige Bueckers?â The guy sitting next to you nudges your elbow, his eyes glued to your computer screen.Â
He didnât need to ask you to confirm that it was her, given the massive â5â on her jersey and those unmistakable blonde braids. But you indulge him anyways, turning back to the screen of your laptop as if you need to double check whoâs picture youâre editing, before giving him an affirmative hum and re-focusing your attention on the exposure curve thatâs been giving you trouble all morning.Â
Seemingly unbothered by your lackluster reply, he leans closer, letting out a sharp whistle as he gets a better view. âDamn, thatâs good. You take it?âÂ
âAll mine.â You reply hastily, reaching over to pat the camera bag next to you.
âAre you on the media team or something then?â
You just nod, casting a quick glance in his direction while his eyes stays fixated on the image of the girl on your screen until you swear you can see drool forming in the corners of his mouth.Â
âYou know this should go up on the posters they have around campusâ he says, finally leaning back into his chair.Â
Itâs almost like he knows that stroking your ego is surefire way to get you to soften up.Â
You turn to him, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. âIf you think that you should go check them out next week. There might be a few changes you'll like.â
An impressed look passes briefly over his face before returning to a cocky smirk. âYou know, youâre doing her a favor. She looks way hotter in this than the ones that are up right now.â Â
Guard all the way back up, you turn to him, doing very little to hide your disgust. Without a word, you scoop up your belongings and move to another spot, eager to distance yourself far, far away from him.
Your new spot is near a window, which youâd normally avoid since you need to see your computer screen clearly while editing, and sunlight wouldnât help with that. However, when a blonde woman walked by, hand in hand with her toddler who was clearly fighting off sleep with a blankie draped over her shoulders, you couldn't resist the urge to get as closer to the all-too-familiar scene.
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"Hey, you awake?â Paige's voice is barely audible over the soothing hum of the air conditioner. Youâre half asleep, nestled comfortably beneath the blankets, and all you can manage is a low, affirmative hum in response.
"I can't sleep," she whispers again, this time poking your cheek to ensure youâre paying attention.Â
"Count sheep.âÂ
A loud groan echoes through the bedroom as Paige turns over to face you.Â
âWe should do something."Â
You pretend not to hear her, keeping your eyes shut.Â
âWake up, wake up, wake upâ she intones, pulling the covers off your chest as she sits up in the bed.Â
"Let's go for a drive."
You peek one eye open, glaring at her. "Paige I love you but, please, for the love of God, just let me sleep." She keeps her mouth shut, but you can feel her gaze on you as you pull the covers back over yourself.Â
After two blissful minutes of silence, a soft "please" brings you back to consciousness. Opening your eyes fully now, you stare at her.
"Paige, I'm really tired."Â
"I'll let you have the aux, and you can bring your blanket," she offers, nudging your shoulder gently, trying to coax you out of bed.
With narrowed eyes, you meet her gaze, her face is illuminated by the moonlight streaming through your open blinds. With just that one glance, any remaining sibilance of a resolve is shattered.
"An hour tops, and if I fall asleep again, you can't wake me up until we're home."Â
A soft smile crosses her face. "Deal."Â
Before you really know whatâs happening Paige has an arm wrapped around you, practically skipping as she drags you, half asleep and wrapped in a quilt, through the parking lot to her car. She turns your seat heater on, connects your phone to the speakers, and lets you choose a playlist before pulling out onto the main road, interlocking your fingers, and letting your hands rest on the center console.
"Dude, come on, really?" she groans as your sleep playlist begins and the sounds of an artificial rainstorm flood the car.Â
"I'm going back to sleep," Is all you can manage to say in your fatigued state, leaning your head against the window and shutting your eyes once again.Â
You donât wake up again until sunlight has begun to shine through the trees lining highway, urging you to peek your eyes open. The gentle shake of the car almost lulling you back to sleep before you realize where you are.Â
"Paige, you've got to be kidding me," you groan out after catching a glance at the 6:45 A.M. flashing on the carâs dashboard. She looks at you briefly, a sheepish expression passing over her face. "You're awake."Â
âI am.â You respond, not hiding your irritation.  âWhere the hell are we, Bueckers?" You ask turning to look at her, but as your eyes briefly meet hers, a soft âOhâ escapes your lips, and suddenly, where you are doesn't matter anymore.Â
With your camera, you could have captured every detailâthe way the morning light seemed to dance across her blonde hair, the delicate shadows her eyelashes threw across her under-eyes, mingling with the dark circles from a restless night. She looks beautiful.
It could be the best picture you'd ever taken of her. - And if you hadnât been so clueless and absorbed in your art, youâd probably be paying a lot more attention to the miserable expression across your best friends face instead of the light that was hitting her perfectly.
"Wait, hold still," you whisper, your tone softening as you reach for your phone and point the camera at her. âJust let me get this shot.â
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It takes a few seconds for you to dig your phone out of the bottom of your backpack where it had been left it in a now futile effort to prevent distractions. Once you find it you waste no time, opening the favorites album in your camera roll, holding up the image from that morning next to the one on your laptop.Â
âOhâ
Side by side, the pictures are nearly identical.Â
Without realizing it, the two of you had recreated on of the last pictures you had taken of her before the two of you stopped talking, before she stopped talking to you.Â
In this new version, a stark black backdrop replaced blurry trees seen through a car window, and artificial orange and pink lights substituted the natural sunlight. In each image, her expression remained unchangedâthose firm glares and pursed lips staring back at you from both screens. A heaviness settled in your chest as you set the phone aside and shut down Lightroom.
âIâm not doing this right now.â
It was undeniable that you still missed her, even though the two of you had barely spoken in the past year. And despite all of your friends telling you that you should be furious at her for essentially ghosting you, your feelings hadn't changed.Â
Pure, unbridled misery. Thatâs the only way to really describe it.
The day you realized your best friend wasnât ever going to respond to the 20+ âreadâ texts and missed calls from your attempts to reach her was one of the worst days of your life.Â
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Paige had just gotten the OK to return to campus after her ACL surgery, you had been on your way to try and visit her when Azzi had knocked on your dorm room door.Â
âOh, were you on your way out?â She had questioned, seeing your outfit and the purse in your hands.Â
âI was gonna go check up on Paige I heard she was back.â Pausing before you add, âactually Iâve been meaning to ask if you had heard from her? She hasnât gotten back to me yet and Iâve called like a million times.â You ask, forcing a chuckle to mask the stress bubbling beneath your words.
Azzi's expression hardens, her eyes avoiding yours. "Listen," she begins, her voice heavy, "that's actually what I came to talk to you about."
"Oh?" Your voice rises slightly, a mix of confusion and apprehension.
She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Paige doesnât want you reaching out to her right now. She just needs to focus on getting healthy again."
"Oh." The word escapes your lips softly, tinged with hurt and disbelief, as the weight of her words settles in your chest.
----
The memory fades but the unmistakable hurt is still coursing through you as you close your eyes for a moment, letting yourself breathe.
It had been a mistake to let your guard down.
âYou good?â
The voice youâve been longing to hear for the past year interrupts your thoughts, sending a familiar pang through your chest as you look up, locking eyes with the blonde, her brows raised as she looks down on you with an unreadable expression.Â
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pair. sukuna ryoumen x afab!reader
cw. edging (because i KNOW you've seen that scene), fingerfucking, clit smacking, pet names ("little girl" + "brat"), spit, brat taming
how long has it been?
minutes? hours? you've lost track of time with the thick fog muddying your mind. you're not even sure how many times you've gotten so close to the edge just to be ripped away, no longer counting because what's the point?
after all, counting won't make sukuna any nicer to you. pity isn't in his repertoire.
all you know is this: the king of curses is merciless in his punishment, if you can even call it that anymore, with his fingers quickly withdrawing and taking your breath along with them every time he feels the familiar squeeze of your muscleâthe pathetically desperate and ultimately helpless way you clamp your thighs together to try and make him stay buried in your warmth.
"please," you whine with the slightest tremor in your voice, weak and needy, going straight to his dick. he didn't think his ego could be stroked any more but here you are begging for him to help you; please, please, please. won't you?
he indulges you for a moment, just to see your face screw up in satisfaction thinking you'd finally won him over, only to pull his hand away and deliver a swift smack to your clit once more. you squeal, jolting from his relentless ministrations.
"quit teasing!"
his expression darkens, head tilting back to glare down at you. he free hand takes hold of your ankle and drives your knee up toward your chest, putting you in a more humiliating position than before.
"watch your mouth, little girl. know who you're talking to."
his fingers slide back into you with ease, slicked with your juices and he swears your cunt might be weeping even more than you are. your hands grasp at your pillow on either side of your head as you cry out. it's filthy. he hasn't had pussy this good in eons.
for good measure, he cranes down and spits on it, roughly fingerfucking it into you and purposefully slamming into your clit with the base of his palm.
you can only babble and mewl in response, fresh tears gathering in your lashes as he pushes you toward the cliff again. "need itâ need it, please! i'll do anything!"
"aren't you nasty, hm?" he laughs as if considering your offer, a guttural sound deep and primal. a part of your brain screams at you to escape from this monster but the other part is already melting into mush with how good it feels. "go on then, try and cum. see what happens."
your hand shoots down to grab at his wrist and you desperately tug at it to urge him to keep fucking you with his fingers. it's cute, he thinks. adorable how greedy you've gotten to go so far as to defy him. so he allows it, just once even though he hates being told what to do, and curls his fingers until he can feel the pads abusing a spot that makes you keen.
"f-fuâ" you breathe, mouth going dry and words dying on your tongue. he releases your ankle to hold you down firm, hand on your tummy to press you into the mattress. you squirm under him, a baby bunny caught by the big bad wolf, unable to get your spine off the mattress. he wouldn't give you that if he's already spoiling you by letting you cumâwouldn't that be too generous?
"not yet," he hisses, eyeing the way your cunt swallows his fingers whole and the way they emerge glistening in your sopping fluids. "not yet."
you're not sure how much longer you can take this, breaths coming shallow and ragged as he bullies himself into you. disobedience is what got you into this situation in the first place, who knows how mean he'll be if you do it a second time.
sukuna drinks in your expression a little longer, mouth hung open and eyes silently pleading him to finally let you cum. he's a monster driven by his own pleasures, and he's going to enjoy every moment of this until he's satisfied.
he leans down, lips smearing up your jaw until he can feel your racing pulse against his own throat, and grunts, "go on, brat. let me watch."
all it takes is a few more pumps of his fingers and you unravel completely, cries coming out as weak, choked noises that get swallowed by the air. he indeed watches, entirely amused with how easy it is to make modern day girls cum.
the way your pussy milks his fingers makes his straining dick throb. he frowns at how pleased you look, the adoration shining in your eyes.
he wants to ruin you.
"i hate you humans," he groans as his cockhead glides along your fold and pushes into your leaking hole. "never knowing when to quit."
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Careless Whisper.
Yan Gojo x F Reader.
Synopsis: After a long game of playing hard to get, Satoru finally gets you to go on a date with him. But you didnât expect him to choose a farmerâs market of all places for it to happen.
Warnings: Yandere themes, threats of kidnapping, manipulation, and stalking.
Continuation of There is an Uproar.
Word Count: 1.6k.
Ten Songs Like This Piece:
This Could Be Us by Rae Sremmurd
Get Up by NewJeans
Supermassive Black Hole by Muse
Bathroom by Montell Fish
Hotel by Montell Fish
Money Trees by Kendrick Lamar (feat. Jay Rock)
After Hours by The Weeknd
Government Hooker by Lady Gaga
Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys
The Walls by Chase Atlantic
âYouâre killing me; donât you see that youâre the winner of the game?â â BenĂ©t, Killing Eve
*~*~*~*
You hold onto the basket like a lifeline.Â
You grasp the handle so tightly it leaves a mark on your palm and the inner parts of your fingers, and you can practically feel splinters impaling them.
They say the devil takes on many forms, and if it were said that the devil could take the form of a white-haired man with sunglasses in whatever religious texts you were given in your childhood, you would believe that without question.
The identity of whoever or whatever forced you on this little outing is not human. You know this. He canât be. If he is, your view of humanity will decrease tenfold from where it once was.
Should you pray to all the higher powers and heavens above that he is or is not?
âCome on, letâs get moving!â They say monsters speak in either honeyed, calm, and sweet voices or grimy and croaky ones; but this one is neither. âI kinda want to pet a chicken.â
*~*~*~*
âThereâs my girlie!âÂ
You were not surprised in the slightest when Satoru pulled up to your door with a Rolls-Royce. At the sight and the called-out nickname, you even roll your eyes and cross your arms, much to the driverâs amusement. The car is adorned with lamb's wool carpets, embellished with stunning wood and milled aluminum accents, and encased in box grain leather. Only the highest quality materials for the all-high and mighty Satoru Gojo. It is the topmost privilege for a mere mortal like you to even see it.Â
âYou ready?â As you ever will be.
âYeah.â Your response is quick and to the point. âYou still havenât even told me where we are going for this⊠date.â
The smirk that appears on his face instantly gives you the impulse to slap it off. But he is stronger, and will most likely not let you, because he is the one in control and not you. So, as he beckons you closer, you close the car door behind you and sit down on the leather seat. The drive to hit him still stands for as long as you anticipated. You just look out the window and hope it goes away.
It is nice outside. Though if Satoruâs foot was not on the peddle, you would have liked it more.
Itâs spring now. The grass is bright green and tall, and you could swear that you can smell it. Tiny circles of flowers are there now and then. Dandelions and daffodils mostly. You could count them if Satoru was not driving so damn fast you think he is speeding.
He put your purse and phone in the back seat because, of course, he would want no distractions to stop you from paying attention to him.
He starts talking about how nice your dress looks and how happy he is to have you as his girlfriend.
You want to puke.
It would take at least two weeks for the smell to go away. He would have to clean it up because you would refuse to. Any damage done to his ego no matter how small is a win in your book.
You could picture it now. Satoru, long plastic gloves on his hands and wearing an apron, scrubbing the expensive carpet stained with bile and looking disgusted with you. Maybe he would give up on you then.
You almost laugh at the thought but decide against it when he starts talking with a smile that does not exactly reach his eyes.
*~*~*~*
He is tailing behind you like a grim reaper.
The black turtleneck he is wearing you suppose could count as a cloak. His face is white enough to be a skull, his hair helping you see it in your mind. All the expectations he has for you could be considered a guillotineâs blade that is ready to be let loose at any moment. Maybe a scythe. Donât lose your head. That is what you keep telling yourself as you go down the aisles of sewn aprons and freshly baked bread and chickens wandering not too far off from the butcherâs cutting board. Donât lose your head.
So, you keep walking to not be the victim of Satoruâs wrath.
âTheyâre so cute!â He exclaims, bending down to get a better look at the rabbits that are trapped within the confines of the barbed fence. âI just want to take one home! It would be like having another you around!â
His cooing makes you want to stab your eardrums out with the plastic fork you were given along with a free sample of chicken pot pie.
But you canât ignore him either, he yearns for your responses like an addict.
âIâm not a rabbit.â You roll your eyes. Satoru responds by turning his head at you and then turning it again to make a visibly confused expression. âIâm a human. Not a pet. Not something to⊠lock up.â As his countenance turns somber and a hint of amusement lingers, the playful aura dissipates. Your breathing hastens, and your heart races. Perhaps voicing your thoughts was an ill-advised choice. Maybe an alternate utterance would have been wiser. Any alternative, for that expression, is one you wish to never witness again.
As you struggle to catch your breath, Satoru's steady grip on your shoulder brings a faint awareness to your hyperventilation. He calls out your name repeatedly, trying to reach through the haze of tears in your eyes. However, his words offer no solace or relief.
âCome on! Of course, you are.â
Maybe you will puke after all. But not on purpose like you originally intended.
His smile feels like a stab to the chest. Everything he does feels that way.
â...What do you mean?â What exactly does he have planned for you?
How far back do they go? Days, months, years, decades?
âYouâll see. Youâll like them, I know you will.â His hand clasps over your free one like a noose. âEither when you first know them or further down the line. Iâll be with you every step of the way no matter what you think. But just know I only have your best intentions at heart, okay? I can promise you that at least.â
â...Mmhmm. Letâs just⊠get moving.â Once again, you are off within a labyrinth of stalls.
You liked farmerâs markets during the warmer months, with your family and friends during school breaks and vacation times. Is that why he chose this place? Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe he also likes them. However, you cannot process the words Satoru and farmerâs market in the same sentence.
You pictured him bringing you to some nightclub and forcing you to dance under disco lights and loud music until you nearly faint from exhaustion. As much as you donât want to admit it, maybe this is the better option.
You canât imagine any other option. It could be worse. Those threats of his can easily become true, he could just lock you up in his penthouse and refuse to let you leave.
So, you donât complain. You donât want Satoru to get upset, even if you havenât seen him that way.
âWeâll eventually move in together. Get married further down the line. Maybe have a kid or two, if we are really up to it, though I donât mind if it is just the two of us.â
For once, you hope Satoru chooses his initial thought. You donât want to bring any child into this hell.
âRomantic, right?â
âUh-huh.â
His finger traces the bridge of your nose downward and the tip of it presses on its end.
âBoop!â
âSighâŠâ
He does it again.
âSo cuteâŠâ
âLetâs just continue.â You try so hard not to seethe. âI heard at this specific market they have good lentil soup. Focaccia too. Letâs go.â
He nods.
âOkay! Weâre off!â
There is no escape, is there?
âIt should be by the coffee stalls if I remember correctly.â You donât get to finish because of course Satoru found a brand new interest to fixate on.
Aprons. Specifically, the pink lacy one that he is holding gently like a baby. â[First]! Look! You should wear it. It suits you!â
You shake your head immediately. To this, Satoru frowns. Youâre hungry after being hauled around from stall to stall for the past hour or so. Canât he understand that?
He holds the apron up closer to your face.
You turn away from it. Satoru only puts it closer. He really can be stubborn. That is what got you in this situation in the first place. As stubborn as you sometimes are, you can hardly compare to him. But that is with most things.Â
Money, power, influence, he will always have more than you will, wonât he? Damn it. No escape. Not from him.
Not from him.
But you can try, canât you? You can at least try. âCome on! It would look so cute on you.â You shake your head. His frown only deepens and he sighs.
Then he shoots you a look again. The look demanding of you to be good or else. The look that gets you to obey him every time he uses it. Every time he puts his foot down.Â
Donât lose your head.
Evade the blade.
âGood,â He says, handing you the apron with the smile you unsurprisingly prefer over the hellish expression he just showed you. âGo.â
You do.
Damn it. As long as Satoru keeps toying with you, you wonât ever be able to find peace. No escape. Damn it.
You slip the apron on as he watches, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
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