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lando norris

tags: smut/pwp, unprotected/unsafe sex, half-assed pull out method, doggy style, back shots, friends-to-lovers, best friend!lando

lando had to be dreaming. the type of dream he didn't want to wake-up from. he would much rather be here than anywhere else right now. especially as you crossed your arms, letting the mclaren logo stretch across your pretty tits.

the tits that lando had been eyeing for years now. you were his best friend since childhood and now you were in your hotel room for the evening after silverstone with a single request for the grand prix's winner.

fuck me. and fuck me raw. lando had to be dreaming.

you uncrossed your arms and leaned back on the bed with your arms stretched behind you. you gazed up at him. the face of your best friend, the one who knew you better than anyone else. and after years of skirting around the issue, you finally found your words and asked him. and he looked you dumbfounded.

"you? me?" he said as he tried to process your words. you felt a tightness in your chest at the anxiety that was eating you up inside. you didn't know what to say or do.

"am i speaking french, lando? i want to have sex with you, it's about time we resolve this tension. it's been going on for over ten years." you said as you maintained eye contact with him. you felt a little bad for not being the most romantic.

it was hard for you to admit. your entire life you stood firm on the fact that men and women could be friends without any complications! and while you still felt that, you also found yourself with complicated feelings for lando. so, with all the bravery you could muster, you asked for sex.

he shifted from one foot to another, "i don't know how to respond... i mean i do. i just don't wanna sound like a pervert." he chuckled nervously and you only grew warmer in your face.

"do you want me, norris?"

he took his hands out of the pockets of his joggers and cupped his barely hidden erection. he gave you a gentle smile as he said, "i do. i do want you, you've been the subject of my fantasies for a long, long time." and started to take his shirt off.

you did the same, slowly revealing more skin to one another. you felt excitement race up you and you couldn't help yourself. you rubbed your thighs together and felt your pulse pick up.

"lando."

"i know, babe. i know." he chuckled as he got into bed with you. he got his boxers off before he was completely nude, his hands trailed across your body in a manner that left you excited all over.

if your friends knew what you two were doing tonight, hell even your own families, you knew that there would be exchanging high-fives and possibly money over bets made ages ago.

"may i?" he asked as he leaned in closer.

you leaned in to meet the distance and kissed him on the lips. soft as you imagined and his hands only held onto you in a way that made you shudder under him. you moaned into the kiss as he rubbed up against you.

"you tell me if anything goes wrong, okay? don't hide from me." he said, "one thing i hate when it comes to sex, no communication. i want to make my best friend feel good."

you looped your arms around his neck and pressed your chest against his, "i have a feel after tonight we're not going to be best friends."

lando replied, "well, you'll always be my best friend. you'll just also be my girlfriend." then winked before he went in for another kiss. it grew heated and his touches grew more bold.

you looked at him and he smiled down at you. he cupped your cheek while you held him close. it felt right to be this way, to be so close. you kissed him once more and he exhaled deeply against your lips. you two fit perfectly together, just as you always did.

"you want it raw?"

"yes."

"i'll pull out, alright? gotta play it a little safe." he kissed the apple of your cheek before you ended up on your stomach. he hiked you hips up letting your back curve as he pressed himself against you. now on his knees and his cock at full attention.

you looked amazing, beyond amazing. a certain type of beautiful that when lando sank into you wet cunt, he felt the race of excitement through his body. he held onto your hips and carefully inched himself into you. he moaned a little louder, the feeling was intense, there was nothing else he could compare it to you. you were unlike anyone else he had ever slept with. it was different because you two were so close, you shared everything. now you were sharing a night of heated passion.

he admired your backside as he rocked against you. his hand trailed down your back and he loomed over you. you felt amazing, you left a certain want in the back of his throat as he moved against you. lifelong friends, partners through and through. now lovers in bed together, moving together in a heated ecstasy. you both wanted each other, it was painfully obvious.

"you feel amazing." he said softly, "really amazing."

"glad i have a glowing review from lando norris." you chuckled lightly as you held onto the covers under you, your back arched a little more as he hit all the right spots, "can i put that on my tinder profile?"

he pushed you further down onto the bed by the shoulders and moved against you faster, "no way. because you're not going on tinder." he kissed the center of your back as he held you, "because you're my girl now. how does that sound? no more lackluster tinder dates and finally being with the guy you had a crush on for years." then laid another sweet kiss on your heated skin.

you felt the stimulation, your brain felt a little hazy. you moaned a little bit and tensed up for a moment. you panted, "fucking hell, lando. always a way with words." you looked over your shoulder at him as he thrusted against you, "got us into trouble and out of trouble over the words."

he gave you a wicked grin and replied, "oh yeah, and you love it," then pressed into you further. hands on your hips once more as he worked himself against you. the pleasure was zaps in his blood and the feeling was immense.

this was his best friend, and maybe years of pining left him feeling desperate for you. he spent years trying to find you in other people. turned out the whole time he just could have had you. and that made him feel a flutter of love in his chest.

"you feel amazing." he said softly, "better than i could ever imagine. you spoil me, honey." he chuckled lowly as he kissed the shell of your ear as he continued to move against you a little faster.

"fuck, lando." you exhaled deeply, paired with a soft whine as his cock hit against all the right areas. it felt good, better than you could imagine yourself. you knew a younger you would be blushing at the idea that you finally got with lando. having sex in a spacious hotel room and letting him just have his way with you. you fit together quite well, it didn't hurt that you were soaked in the process.

achy for sex. achy for him. you were needy for the sexual pleasure between the two of you. like two magnets drawn together no matter the distance. you were his best friend, and now his lover. his girl.

you moaned a little louder as the pleasure started to reach its peak inside of you. you held onto the covers under you and arched your back a little further. you cursed into the covers and the sight of you was beautiful. to come completely apart under his touch.

"beautiful." he said softly.

"fuck, lando." you shuddered and was met with a hard pat on your behind. the feeling of his hands on you, "you better fucking pull out or i'm gonna kill you."

"of course, of course.' he cooed, "save the kids for after marriage." his tone was cheeky and your pussy clenched around him. he chuckled and leaned up against your ear, "cute." and you whined.

his quickened his pace and he felt the hunger for you in his core. he couldn't believe it. part of him believed that he got hit in the head on the track and this was a fantasy of his. but, hey, if he was currently in the hospital with a goose egg on his head from being hit and this was what his rattled brain could come up with. then who was he to deny it. especially when you felt so good under him.

you tensed up around him once more and gasped against the covers. your eyes squeezed shut as you let out such a sweet moan. you shuddered as you felt yourself reach your orgasm, "fuck." even swears sounded heavenly on your lips.

he remembered trading pokemon cards with you, the time you watched him kart and cheered the loudest out of everyone. the times together, the totally platonic sleepovers. everything, fuck. to have you now, not as a friend but as a lover. that was everything to him.

you climaxed and it only pushed lando further. he pushed right up into you and made you near scream from the sensation. you two moved against each other roughly. but lando had to keep a sense of control or else he was going to finish inside of you.

"that's it. baby, that's it. fucking perfect for me.' his voice heavy with lust and it made your head throb. your cursed into the covers and lando fucked you harder, "next time i'm gonna make you finish twice. burn out your brain." he kissed your cheek, "perfect girl deserves all the orgasms she wants."

"flirt." you whined, face shoved into the covers, which only made lando laugh.

"glad you finally picked up on it, after fifteen years as friends." he thrusted into you a few more times before he pulled himself out and rapidly jerked off his cock against your back. it wasn't the same as the what of your cunt, but it would have to do. his pants were heavy as he said, "that's it, baby. fuck, look at you. you have driven me crazy my entire life. no one else can compare to you."

you laid there panting, your core swamped with wetness and your back curved to let him paint your back with his cum. you whined when you felt the splash of his cum against your backside.

"fuck." his voice was guttural, his breathing heavy and his eyes near rolled back into his head as he came across your hot skin. he felt sparks in his brain and could barely form a coherent thought as he came.

when it was all said and done, he rested fully on his heels, his cock limp between his legs. he rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and exhaled deeply.

you laid there, not wanting to get cum all over the sheets. as the temperature in the room cooled, you lifted your head a little and said, "lando... can you help me clean up?"

and your best friend turned lover woke back up from his sexual trance and said, "oh, of course! yeah!" then quickly went to find a towel in the bathroom.

you knew you'd had to have a conversation about what you were now. but with butterflies in your stomach you knew you wouldn't be walking out of your hotel room without a lando as your boyfriend <3

[helaintoloki]

Somethin’ Stupid

part two

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: angst, lots of pining, eventual fluff

notes: part two is here! ty guys for the support and hope you enjoy <3

summary: being forced to go on a mission together allows bucky and y/n to come to an understanding

*part one

You wake up with an awful hangover and a broken heart.

A part of you had hoped that the events that had transpired last night were merely figments of a dream, a peek into some alternate dimension where you had misjudged your tolerance for alcohol and completely humiliated yourself in front of the man you were hopelessly in love with. But the glass of water paired with a bottle of aspirin and a note from Natasha excusing you from training today proved otherwise.

All it took was a single drunken confession to completely obliterate one of the most dearest friendships you had. How could you ever possibly face him after this? Not only had you completely misread his intentions, but he had responded less than enthusiastically to your profession. You’d seen it in his face, the guilt that swam in his eyes and sympathetic smile that he wore so beautifully despite how badly it hurt you. Though Natasha had cut him off before he could offer a full response, you had enough sense to know what had been coming next.

“I’m sorry kid, but I don’t see you that way. You’re just not my type.”

The mere thought has you reeling all over again as you fight to keep your nausea at bay and clumsily reach for the glass of water. You’re grateful that you’ve been given the green light to essentially lock yourself away in your room and hide in your shame for the rest of the day, but you know that eventually you’ll be expected to go back out there and resume your daily routine. But Bucky was part of that routine, and you feel absolutely pathetic as you realize just how much you’d centered your life around him.

It’s obvious that logic is not your strong suit when it comes to these situations, so it made sense that you felt the only natural solution was to simply avoid Bucky for as long as humanly possible. You’d spar with someone else, maybe ask Natasha to join you for a movie instead, and chase away your own nightmares from now on. Surely this would help you get over him once and for all.

At least that’s what you hoped.

However, you were only successful in avoiding Bucky for a straight week until Steve decided you two were the perfect candidates for a recon mission.

You’d followed Steve around the compound pleading your case as soon as he’d handed you the mission file, but the man was adamant that you were the only one right for the job.

“You’re the only one who can see inside the building without actually having to step foot in it,” Steve had reminded you, his stance firm and his arms crossed over his broad chest as he spoke. “We need to know if these guys actually have any stolen Stark tech on their hands before we risk going in there. Your vision can give us the layout of the building and determine their inventory without them even knowing.”

“If my enhanced eyesight makes me the most qualified then why can’t I just go on my own?” You adamantly protested before handing the file back to him. “It clearly states in the report that I’m not expected to go inside or make contact with any hostiles, so why do I need a partner?”

“You’re going to be too busy scanning the building to watch your own back, so you’ll need someone else there to watch it for you,” Steve reminded you with authority, his tone indicative of the fact that as Captain he had the final say. With a softer tone, he placed a firm hand on your shoulder before giving it a comforting squeeze. “Besides, I think this will be good for you both. A team only works if everyone’s on the same page, so it’s important to me that you two figure things out. Understood?”

“You got it, Cap,” you finally relinquished with a discontented sigh before excusing yourself to prepare for the mission.

You end up in the car garage a few hours later anxiously waiting for Bucky’s arrival. A part of you had considered leaving without him and worrying about Steve’s wrath at a later point, but you knew better than to test your luck. He was right about needing someone to have your back, but you just wish that someone could have been anyone else on the team.

The sound of heavy boots making their way towards you prompts you to lift your despondent gaze towards their own. Despite only having been apart from him for a week, you still find your breath catching in your throat and heartbeat speeding its pace by tenfold as you lock eyes with his stormy gaze. You have no idea what he’s thinking, and you desperately wish your x-ray vision could allow you to look into his head and read his thoughts, but unfortunately that’s Wanda’s speciality, not yours.

“Hey,” he greets with a barely visible smile that makes your chest tighten with longing. You’d think that after being rejected you’d be over him by now, but it turns out it’s true when they say absence makes the heart grow fonder.

“Hi,” you murmur meekly, absently dragging the toe of your boot along the ground. The air is thick with tension as you both engage in an unwelcome staring contest and wait with baited breath for the other to address the obvious elephant in the room. After a minute, you finally speak, “Thanks for coming along.”

“No need to thank me,” he assures you in the softest tone he can muster, almost as if you’ll run off again if he doesn’t choose his words carefully. “You know I’ll always have your back.”

His reply has you swallowing harshly while your stomach twists itself in knots; this week had been miserable for you, and yet you’d never stopped to consider how Bucky was fairing in your absence. Even if he did only view you as a kid, you still had formed a close bond with the man, and it must have been jarring for him to spend his days unused to your absence. You’d essentially iced him out without worrying about the repercussions, and now here you were forced to face them head on.

“We should go,” you state suddenly in an attempt to avoid any further awkwardness. Bucky opens his mouth to protest but instead chooses to keep silent and grab the keys for his motorcycle. As much as he’s been dying to talk to you about what had occurred at Tony’s party, he knows you both need to be focused on the task at hand, so he instead chooses to offer you a helmet before starting up the bike.

The world almost feels whole again when you seat yourself behind him and wrap your arms around his torso in a tight hold as he begins to speed off to your destination. You’ve missed this closeness, his warmth, the scent of his cologne and the comfort it brings you to rest your cheek against his back as you watch the scenery pass you by. You’re not sure if your relationship with the super soldier will ever be the same, and a part of you wonders if it’s possible to borrow the time stone from Dr. Strange so you can go back and stop yourself from making such a horrid mistake. You’d feel better if you could at least know what Bucky was thinking.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky was thinking about a lot of things.

Though everyone around him could see how stupidly blind he was to your adoration for him, Bucky legitimately had no inkling of your romantic feelings for him. The shock on his face that night had been genuine, and your confession left him dumbfounded as he scrambled to come up with the right words, but Natasha had whisked you away before he had been given the chance.

Bucky laid awake for hours that night reminiscing on all the times you’d shared together- evenings spent talking for hours until the sun came out, playful teasing over your earpieces during missions, letting you crawl into his bed at odd hours because it helped your night terrors. He could say he was simply being a good friend, a good teammate even, but he knew he’d only be kidding himself. Bucky would do just about anything you asked of him, and he knew it was because deep inside he loved you too.

The word kid had slipped out, but it was meant to be viewed as a harmless pet name. If he knew just how upset it would have made you he never would have used it, and it haunted him every single day you ignored him. He wanted to make things right, but that would only be possible if you gave him the chance.

And right now, it didn’t seem like that was going to happen anytime soon.

~~~

Your eyes are laser focused on the building before you as you nestle into the high branches of a tree and ignore the biting cold from the snowfall. Bucky is perched beside you, gaze constantly shifting as he scans the area for any potential threats to your safety. You’ve been at this for about an hour as you meticulously scan each floor in search of any weapons as well as intel regarding how many people occupy the building. Your eyes are starting to burn from the amount of strain your powers put on them, something Bucky picks up on as he places a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“I think you should take a break,” he prompts with worry clear on his features. Though a part of you agrees, you’re too stubborn to relent to his suggestion. This mission is your chance to prove to him that you’re not just some kid he has to babysit; you are just as capable as anyone else, and you want him to see you not as a mentee but as an equal.

“I’m fine,” you insist indignantly before returning your gaze to the weapons base, “you’re breaking my concentration.”

“Y/n, if you put too much pressure on your eyes you’re going to have a crushing migraine for weeks and Steve will have no choice but to bench you from missions,” he reminds you, and though Bucky is only trying to be helpful you feel as if you’re being reprimanded like some child.

“Are you not listening to me? I’m fine,” you grit through clenched teeth. The pressure is getting to you, and this conversation certainly isn’t helping.

“Look, just stop to use the eyedrops Dr. Banner gave you and then-“

“Oh my god, would you stop?! You’re not my babysitter, Bucky!” You finally cry out in exasperation.

“Hey!” A third voice interjects before Bucky can respond, prompting both of you to turn your heads just in time to see a man below raising his gun in your direction. You’d both been so engrossed in your debacle to notice a guard had been sent to search the area, and your little outburst had just given away your hiding spot.

Your head is pounding from the overexertion of your powers, and you’re barely able to register Bucky yelling at you to duck. The man begins to shoot before Bucky can draw his gun, and you’re not quick enough to duck out of the way when a bullet comes in your direction. It shoots straight through your shoulder blade, the force strong enough to hinder your balance and throw you off of the tree branch.

“Y/n!” Bucky cries out, eyes wide as he shoots a hand out for you. He’s barely able to graze your fingertips before you go falling straight to the ground with a strangled cry. The last thing you see is his horrified face before you hit the floor with a defeaning thud.

Everything goes dark after that.

~~~

The lights of the infirmary are blinding as you will yourself to peel your eyes open with a groan. A dull throbbing fills your head as you lift your hand to shield your eyes and attempt to sit up only to be gently pushed back down onto the bed.

“Easy there, slugger,” a voice reprimands teasingly, “Bruce says you shouldn’t be making any sudden movements for the next few days. You didn’t break anything, but you’re bruised up pretty bad and need to be on a five day medication regimen to keep the migraines at bay, and that’s not even mentioning the bullet hole in your shoulder.”

“Natasha?” you murmur hoarsely, barely making out her figure through squinted eyes. Your mind is reeling as you try to recall the events of your mission, and your stomach drops as you recall that you hadn’t been alone when you’d been ambushed. “Where’s Bucky?!”

You try to sit up again only for her to push you back down with one hand while the other uses the control pad to dim the lights in the room. You’re grateful for the pressure it alleviates, but your racing heart does nothing to help your anxious state.

“Bucky is fine,” she reassures you, “he left to get you some water, but he’s been in this room all day since you both got back.”

“What happened? I-I remember arguing with him, getting caught, falling out of a tree…”

“You hit a couple branches on the way down which is why you’re all banged up, but luckily the snow helped break your fall and prevented any further damage. Barnes was able to get you both out of there unscathed, and thankfully Bruce was able to remove the bullet out of your shoulder with minimal scarring. But… I have to say, I’ve never seen Bucky look so worried before.”

“God,” you whine in embarrassment, palms pressing into your eyes as you hold your face in your hands. “It’s like I’m incapable of not making a fool of myself every time we’re alone together.”

“Look, just stop dragging your feet and face the issue head on. You two need to work this out,” Natasha reiterates, her eyes subtly shifting to the man that enters the infirmary with a bottle of water in his hands. “The sooner the better.”

Bucky looks like a dog caught with its tail between his legs as he approaches your bedside, swallowing nervously as Natasha moves past him with a “good luck” leaving her lips as she exits the room and allows you both some privacy. You take the bottle from him with trembling hands and a quiet thank you before finally willing yourself to look at him.

“I’m sorry… this whole mess is my fault,” you murmur remorsefully, fingers fidgeting with the paper label on the bottle, "if I had just kept my mouth shut that night-“

“I’m glad you said it.”

“What?” You breathe out in surprise, unsure if you heard him correctly or if it was just your migraine skewing your perception of reality. Bucky swallows nervously before seating himself beside your bed, a bashful smile playing at his lips as he meets your gaze.

“Look, I know I reacted horribly in the moment, but it was only because I thought you were too drunk to mean it,” he confesses almost shamefully, a flash of guilt present in his features. “It’s hard to believe a woman as wonderful as you would want a tired old man like me, and I assumed it was a spur of the moment thing. But I have cared for you the moment Steve introduced you to us as a new member of the team, and I don’t go out of my way to protect you because I think you’re some incapable kid who needs my help. It’s because… well, it’s because I love you too. And I’m sorry it took me this long to say it.”

Your lips are parted in shock as you process Bucky’s words, your mind racing to catch up as you realize the man you’ve pined for so long is now confessing his love for you. A part of you is scared that this is some sort of concussion dream and that you’ll wake up to find it wasn’t real. But the feel of his hand carefully cupping your cheek says otherwise, and you nearly melt into his touch at the feeling.

“You love me?” You repeat again in quiet astonishment. Bucky lets out a small chuckle in response.

“Of course I do, sweetheart,” he reassures you with an adoring smile, “it killed me to be away from you for so long, and I hate that it took us being shot at for me to finally tell you that.”

“I guess we just operate better on chaos,” you weakly joke, smiling when it earns you another laugh out of Bucky.

“It certainly is our specialty,” he agrees with wry grin. Then, tone more serious now as he moves to take one of your hands in his own, he says, “I love you, y/n, and I’d be honored if you would give me the chance to take you out somewhere nice to makeup for this whole mess I put us through.”

With a soft smile, you give his hand a gentle squeeze and answer, “I’d love nothing more.”

And then, in the privacy of the quiet infirmary, Bucky leans in and steals the first of many kisses from you.

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[minidonutofdoom]

Hebrides, the aged tyrant of Jupiter, looked up at his captor. Your pistol raised. It was clearly not the first time they had looked down the barrel of a raised weapon in their long life. It had to end though, they had oppressed and terrorized the people of the Concordant for far too long. You fired. The armor piercing rounds ripping through his body armor as he was knocked back by the impact coughing up blood but not even trying to fight back or call for more guards. "So ruthless! You'll be marvelous~"

Before he could say any more he was cut shot as you fired again, and again. An evil smile was still on the tyrant's lips as your pistol clicked empty. His body a still silent ruin. No way he can be restored, as far as you and your fellow conspirators knew there was no clones, no mind backups in a database somewhere, nothing but some residual nanite activity in his bloodstream which helped keep the aged tyrant alive. The Jovian Concordant would be free.

You didn't really think much of that itch in the back of your throat as you made your escape. You just killed the most dangerous man in the solar system. You wouldn't pay attention to little things like that, probably just a cold. Then, when you returned to your safe house and collapsed into bed after sealing the door you took a drink of what can be called wine as you removed the layers leaving nothing but the bodysuit that left your arms bare for the golden lines of your cyberware against the dark navy of your skin.

Then, you slept. Dreams came but…they were not your dreams. Dreams of the time before The Severing, how YOU brought the colonies of Jupiter and it's moons together under your rule. How you allowed them to thrive in the chaos as the people of earth ordered their own execution. The thrill of power as you had the first one who turned against you killed. Then you woke up with a start. That was Hebride's life, when he became a tyrant. "You know, I enjoyed those early days. It was much more personal, intimate, like this is."

You paused and looked around feeling sick. This place was supposed to be sealed, you were supposed to be the only person there and have no contact with anyone until you received the all clear. Then you realized what you heard came from your own lips. Your own contralto voice, but spoken like the tyrant you killed. His words once again leaving your lips. "You aren't hearing things Jessica. You aren't alone here in this lovely brain of yours. So clever, so hopeful and determined to overthrow me with your little friends."

You must be hearing things, tech like that didn't exist even before the war. You must just be sick, too little sleep and bad food. This must just be a nightmare as you tried to ignore this and make yourself something to eat as you went to the stove and ignite it. "Oh, but you are quite awake, you have that lovely scanner you used to see I was dead. I suggest a type three neural scan. Oh, I see… that's who showed you my route that you used to hijack my air car."

You watched in horror as you turned off the stove. Entered your room, and reached out to take your scanner, set the intensity and aiming it like a pistol towards your own head took the scan. You finally managed to speak, it was hard. "How are you doing this.." "I think you'll see just how I'm doing this. My contingency plan, you didn't think my reign would end with my death would you?" He said this as he showed you the results…those same nanites from his body. Not just health monitoring and repair, they were in you. In your body, your brain. Transferring information, rewriting, accessing. It was getting harder for you to do anything, to act, to think.

He looked at the mirror curiously, inspecting your face as he turned from one side to the other, and you felt sick. "My masterpiece I think, my immortality."

He stepped to your com booth, and entered in a specific code to a government number then spoke into the receiver. "Code, 26615 Spartoi. Arrange for pickup at this address in one hour."

He hung up as he went back to the kitchen and turned on the heat once more, preparing a meal as he began to cut vegetables. "I don't know just how long it will be until you will finally fade away, but you can get me well acquainted with my new body. Might as well enjoy the time we have together."

You knew what he was about to do as he casually began to unzip your jumpsuit. In one last desperate act you took the knife and brought it up in an attempt to end him before he violated your body even further. The knife flashing up towards your, his, neck.

One hour later, Hebrides emerged to his…wait…her air car. The guards waiting for their leader's arrival to return to the palace. That would take some getting used to. Ah well, what was a body nowadays. Especially such an enjoyable one like this. Too bad Jessica tried to fight before she was locked away. Her poor neck would take some time to recover to the point she can sing…after all…from what she remembered Jessica did quite love to sing.

You have trapped your villain to where they can no longer escape, no long hurt people. You go to kill him when he starts to laugh. "Hehehe, you won't kill me, if you do you'll be as bad as me." You look at him confused, he has kill tens of thousands, how will kill one make you and him the same.

[cowboyschumi]

HEARTLESS

Summary: Lando Norris has entered his heartless era with no intention of leaving it anytime soon. Now he’s hunting for prey on Raya, and that’s where he stumbles upon you.

Author’s note: Y'all really thirst over Mister Norris, my god. English is not my first language. Enjoy the reading lovelies, interactions are much appreciated.

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, cheating mention, cursing ig. Tried to be inclusive, reader's gender is not specified.

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Luisa was the best Lando ever had, everyone knew it including him, but he wouldn’t admit it out loud. The only ones cheering over their breakup were jealous, parasocial thirteen-year-olds.

But that was long ago. He moved on pretty quickly, not exactly beating the cheating allegations. Russian model this, Brazilian actress that… and it was all true. There was no denying. He was really enjoying his singleness, having a blast every heated Sunday. But beyond that? Nothing. He got scared easily by commitment or brushed off any trace of a slight chance of dating someone seriously.

He didn’t know why, this tendency to avoid and escape. Deep down, he knew he was hurt. Not hurt by someone else, though. He did it all by himself, ruining the only real thing he ever had. Fans who cared pointed it out: 'His spark is missing,' 'We miss silly old Lando!'

And after claiming he didn’t want to mature because he was happy where he was, he finally matured. Or at least, he pretended to, showing himself as nonchalant and bold. Expressiveness and cameras were just a performance, because in his daily life, he still acted like a teenage boy, eager to get laid

Anyone with an average experience on dating apps knew they were the worst—a way to boost egos based on looks, only to end up rejected and discarded. Raya seemed different, more polite, you guessed. You weren’t the dating type, but curiosity got the best of you. You wanted to know what the hype was about.

Lando, on the other hand, spent most of his day on that app. Every girl swiped right on him, but he rarely matched with someone he actually liked. He wasn’t too strict about looks, he was more of a 'the bigger, the better' type of guy.

Raya wasn’t Tinder. Access was limited, and confidentiality was a must. That’s why you were really surprised when you got in after an exhausting approval process. Your friends freaked out, screamed, and practically climbed the walls of your apartment—the excitement was real. Maybe even a little more than yours.

"Hand me the phone." I don’t even know all these people you’re swiping left and right on." Your patience was limited, and your friends knew exactly how to test it. They kept using your Raya like it was theirs while you minded your own business, eating ice cream. You had no intention of swiping, and the girls knew it, that’s why they took matters into their own hands.

"Oh. My. God. Shut up."

"That’s Lando Norris!" One of them immediately snatched the phone from your friend’s hands.

"Who’s Lando Norris?"

They looked at you like you had just committed a crime, or like they’d seen a ghost behind you. You weren’t sure if your question was out of place or if it was the fact that you had just spoken with a spoonful of ice cream in your mouth

"You’re kidding, right?" Finally, one of them spoke after a long, awkward silence.

FOMO—a word used by chronically online people to describe the fear of missing out, not knowing what’s going on, feeling excluded. That was exactly how you felt for not knowing who Lando Norris was.

"Formula One driver?" Now the phone was in your hands. You were reading his description with the screen practically glued to your face, like a mom who can’t see a thing unless it’s that close.

"That guy beat Verstappen a few times, right?" That was the only thing you could come up with, just from scrolling through Twitter and catching bits of the news. You didn’t know a single thing about the sport.

And sometimes, famous people liked that: their love interests not knowing anything about them, their jobs, the rumors, or the creepy facts.

Your Raya profile didn’t have anything special, aside from your picture-perfect photos. Celebrities didn’t actually care about you deep down—only if you fit their beauty standards. Being active and checking profiles wasn’t on your to-do list. It was just pure curiosity.

But somehow, you two matched. May the universe know under what circumstances and why.

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"When will I have the chance to meet you?"

His text was blunt, like you already knew each other. Maybe even a little desperate.

"What happened to 'Hello, how are you, my name is…'?"

You answered sarcastically, but truthfully. Not introducing yourselves was kind of rude. But you got the point, Lando didn’t care about who you were or what you had to say. The quicker you ended up in his bed, the better.

He laughed at your text, you had the kind of sense of humor he’d fall for. He wouldn’t lie, he enjoyed how obsessed girls were with him and how quickly the dirty talk escalated with just one message. But to his surprise, you weren’t that easy to win over.

"Haha, sorry. Is dinner fine with you?"

Wow, he was really a bad texter. The driest you’d ever seen, dare you say. Was it a guy thing or just a wannabe mysterious famous person thing? You hoped the conversation would be better in person because, damn, it’d be a shame if his pretty face had nothing to say.

"Send me the addy. I don’t need an F1 driver picking me up, I’d rather pass."

Your fear of speed was a thing.

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Lando was attractive. You weren’t exactly interested, but nervousness ran through your veins. Dates always did this over you—stuttering, sweaty palms, and way too much overthinking. You even considered canceling, but your friends wouldn’t let you.

You were a fashion design student, meaning you had some knowledge of trends and what suited your silhouette. Lately, silky long attires were your go-to for night fits; simple, elegant. You dressed for yourself, for comfort, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the attention and the flattering compliments on your fashion sense.

Monaco was small. Getting anywhere was a short drive, so the Uber didn’t take long. But as you stepped out of the car, your stomach twisted. The restaurant in front of you was huge, glowing with warm lights, yet no people coming in or out. The classic internet trap flashed through your mind—what if there was no Lando Norris waiting for you at all?

“Y/N?”

His voice sounded unsure. He was glued to his phone, shamelessly checking if you actually looked like the pictures he’d been thirsting over on that awful app.

You turned around slowly, mentally cursing yourself, and then your friends. And there he was.

He really screamed Formula One driver. The expensive car gave him away immediately. You had boots on, and he was wearing sneakers, making him not nearly as tall as you expected. You bit your cheek, trying not to laugh at the fact that you were practically the same height.

How were you supposed to act on a date with someone worldwide famous?

Lando leaned in to kiss your cheek, but you instinctively extended your hand for a handshake instead. The night hadn’t even started, and you already wanted the earth to swallow you.

“Shall we?”

He offered his arm, effortlessly charming. Gentleman, innit?

You hesitated before looping your arm through his, still not saying a word. But as you stepped into the restaurant, your stomach dropped.

The place was empty. No other customers. Just you and him.

Your face went pale because there was only one explanation.

He did not…

“Mister Norris!”

A well-dressed waiter greeted him with familiarity. They knew each other. With a simple hand gesture, he led you both to your table. The level of formality made you feel like royalty.

Dim lighting, soft music. A candle flickered in the center of the round table, it had the scent of chocolate, if your nostrils weren’t failing you. The ambiance was undeniably beautiful.

He really outdid himself.

You sat down, eyes narrowing at him. "You did not rent out this whole place just for us."

"Yeah, I did."

Lando chuckled, his smile boyish—like a kid caught red-handed. You playfully shoved his shoulder, you hated surprises and gifts in any format.

Your face burned red, so you instinctively hid behind the menu. Of course, he noticed. He found it adorable.

His foot lightly tapped yours under the table, trying to get your attention. "Are we playing hide and seek now?"

You sighed, setting the menu down just so he could see you roll your eyes. "What are you ordering?" you asked in a hushed tone, like it was some kind of secret, despite the fact that no one else was around.

Your elbows rested on the table as you leaned slightly toward him. He did the same. The tiny candle was the only thing between you.

There was no need for flirtation or innuendos—the tension was already there.

For you two, banter was enough.

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"So, fashion designer, huh?" He asked, cutting his food, trying to throw the conversation toward you.

"So, Formula One driver, huh?" You mocked him, mimicking his tone—because, seriously, that was the most basic question ever. Your background was more than obvious; it was explicitly written on Raya. But you got it—he was just as nervous as you were.

One thing Lando was sure of: you weren’t like his other dates. My god, you were hard to get. An hour in, and there had been no physical contact at all—just chatter, chatter. Not that he was complaining. You were an interesting and undecipherable human being.

"How many girls have you brought here?"

You loved making people uncomfortable with your questions, especially when you already knew the answer—you just wanted to see their reaction. Lando practically choked on his food at your out-of-the-blue assumption.

"W-what?"

It was hilarious how fast he grabbed his water, like he couldn’t believe how unfiltered you were. You repeated the question, and he had no choice but to answer.

"I don’t know… two or three?"

At least he was honest. Or tried to be.

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Dinner happened, to your surprise, quickly—because time moved fast when you were really enjoying yourself, losing track of it completely. Luckily, the Formula One driver caught up with your jokes, knowing exactly how to turn them back on you. Like an Uno reverse card. For you, there was nothing more intimate than teasing each other mutually and just the right amount. Some people couldn’t take a joke, and that was such a turn-off. But Lando simply got you.

Now, you were exiting the glamorous restaurant, shoulders covered by his huge coat. Your laughter was loud, and in just two hours, you had already built inside jokes between the two of you.

"Looking forward to seeing your replacement next Sunday if you catch a cold."

"And I'm looking forward to seeing your pretty face again."

He ended all the joking with a cheeky, flirtatious remark—he knew exactly how to make a girl’s legs weak using nothing but his natural charisma.

"You never shut up, do you?"

And then you did the unthinkable.

Without thinking twice, you pulled him in, your lips merging into one. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, finally releasing all the tension and need that had been weighing on you.

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The car you once eyed as luxurious was now the place where you were making out frenetically. The kissing was obscene, neither of you knew where all that passion came from, but it was addictive.

His firm hands gripped the fabric of your branded clothing, holding your hips in place, not wanting you to make any movement against his lap. It’d be the death of him—he was already suffering a nightmare between his legs.

Your fingers instantly got lost in his curls, tangling and pulling them mid-kiss. Lando’s mouth was practically fighting against yours, turning it into the sloppiest mess. Heaven had never felt this chaotic. You took your time exploring every corner of his mouth with your tongue, while his hands traveled deliberately across your body, wishing there was no fabric separating you two. His fingertips traced you as if you were as fragile as a sculpture, slow and delicate. You melted under his touch, squirming on top of him at the barest touch. It was inoffensive, yet he knew exactly how to caress all the right places.

A shiver ran down your spine as your body suddenly felt colder than seconds ago—a thin breeze brushed against your right thigh. He was sliding up your outfit, eager to go further.

"Easy, driver." A whisper escaped your lips, breathy from all the intense air-exchanging. Your lips brushed against each other, expectant but unmoving. "I know you like adrenaline and fast things, but not tonight."

Fucking on the first date wasn’t your thing, you had at least some dignity. This wasn’t just a hook-up; a few butterflies were already flying around in your stomach, and you despised it.

With half-lidded eyes, he looked up at you, locking gazes. His puppy-blue eyes were now dark with lust. His swollen, glossy lips formed a slight pout. If you kept staring at him—at his pathetic, needy, almost convincing face—you’d be stripping down quicker than lightning.

Trying to put an end to his little show, you placed a hand over his face and shoved him away, cutting off all dangerous eye contact.

"Not tonight gives me a free pass for a second date, according to my understanding." He contradicted you, attempting to sound smart with a cocky grin spread across his face.

"You really are something else, Lando Norris." You did your thing to keep him quiet, preventing any cringey pick-up line from escaping his lips, and restarted the make-out session.

He was relieved that you’d shut him up quickly, because the longer it went on, the more he felt like verbalizing the flying feelings in his stomach.

[bratbarzal]

for ur valentines blurb pretty please these prompts with quinn hughes ☺️😘

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

idk why I give prompts and then continue to go off script but I honestly think I have a problem with being told what to do lmao. something about scripted sentence cuts a creative wire in my brain. THE SENTIMENT OF WHAT I WROTE IS THE SAME!!!!! I promise. also I like this one lmao!! I hope you like it too thanks for requesting!! and stacking the prompts is very cool gave me a nice little story to follow I love it!!! I wrote this whole thing and realised I didn't mention valentines once, but it's belated, so..... we're going to pretend it's okay I've decided on your behalf thanks love you

this ended up at 3.4k words lol - warnings for fade to black type smut, slightly angsty

Quinn: you coming over tonight?

A text from him has never filled you with anxiety like this.

But then again, for as long as the two of you have been friends, you've never actively avoided Quinn until now.

Monday had been one word answers, Tuesday had been emojis, Wednesday had been reactions, and Thursday had been radio silence, because he hadn't texted you, anyway.

It's not that you're mad at him. You wish you could be mad - wish you had any reason other than your own shame to be turning down all attempts at contact. But instead, all you can think when you see his name is how much you had fucked everything up the last time you saw him.

You: idk

And only because you feel instantly bad about how short that is, you immediately follow up with:

You: work has kicked my ass this week

You see the little dots keep popping up, and you're only torturing yourself to watch them come and go as he figures out what to say - how to salvage what you'd so carelessly made a gigantic mess of only last weekend.

You should really just say yes, you think - be the bigger person. Fridays have been your thing, all season. The day of the week he most frequently has the night off, and an end to your usually-hectic work-week, it has just made sense for the two of you to hang out, to make a routine of doing so.

Bailing on him is harsh, you know that. And with such a weak excuse too - you've had much worse times in your job, and it's never come between the two of you before.

And you know that he knows what you're doing. It's obvious. It's just whether he's in any mood to try and recover whatever scraps of your friendship still remain. Whether he even cares, anymore.

Quinn: please?

The two minutes it took for him to type just one word dragged longer than they ever have in your life, and you blink at your phone screen as you see the dots jump up again.

You chew nervously at your lip and wait, tapping your foot against the side of your desk and watching this time as it stays.

Quinn: I've already bought enough to cook for us both

He's such a guilt tripper.

You sigh, typing back and sending an immediate response, figuring a week of the bare minimum is punishment enough without blanking him or making him wait.

You: okay

A heart pops up below your message almost immediately, the reaction only worsening your anxiety at the thought of how hard keeping your distance is.

You: I'm finishing later than usual, should be there around 8

Quinn: ok I'll have dinner ready for then!

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You knock on Quinn's door a little after 8pm - still in your work clothes, although that is usually how you come over, in your defence. Quinn loans you something comfy, and you usually change, but changing means staying over, and you're kind of trying to avoid all that again.

So when he welcomes you in, you awkwardly pat at his back as he tries to embrace you, before hovering around the kitchen instead of making your way back to his room.

He frowns a little as he watches you - he's in a hoodie and sweats, settled in now for the night with no intentions of getting back up once the two of you have eventually sunk down into the couch together - and waits a second to see if you're just on a delay, if you're just beat from work, like you said.

"I left a change of clothes for you on my bed," he says once he realises you aren't shifting, glancing quickly at you before he starts to busy himself with dishing up dinner.

"I'm good," you tell him, short, with a tight lipped smile sent his way when his eyes meet yours, narrowed in curiosity.

You're wearing a skirt and heels, for Christ's sake, and a blouse that's a little too restrictive around your shoulders. You've been in them all day, too. Of course you aren't good, and of course he knows that, but he drops it, a resigned nod and an awkward shift of his gaze back to the task at hand, spooning an assortment of green vegetables beside the rice on your plate.

You chance a good look at him while he's distracted - his hair soft, pushed back messily in a way that makes it flop straight back into place, and he looks a little tired, but he's had a long week, too. Back in training, pushing himself, dealing with a best friend who isn't reciprocating his energy. He's probably exhausted.

His jaw is clenched as he finishes the meal off, clattering utensils a little louder the longer you're quiet, and letting out heavy sighs when he's clearly growing more frustrated with how little you're giving back.

"How was work?" he tries, reaching into the draw and retrieving a knife and fork for the two of you.

"Long," you sigh, offering a small smile when he looks over to let him know that this particular instance of a short response isn't personal. You are genuinely exhausted - you'd worked an extra long day, just to get a major project finished, and, if you're honest, you're just ready for bed. "Glad it's the weekend, I'm probably gonna hit my pillow tonight and not see tomorrow."

The initial spark that lit up in his eyes when you started speaking a full sentence to him dulled immediately when he realised that you had all intentions of going home.

"You're not staying over?"

"I can hardly sleep here until Sunday, Quinn, that would be insane." Like you haven't spent consecutive days around his apartment, before. Like you haven't spent weeks with him back at his lake house in Michigan in the summer. Like the two of you didn't isolate together when you both got covid, probably from each other.

He nods, brief and sharp, jaw tensing again as he mutters out a bitter, "Right."

God, this is hard.

"Do you want me to carry anything?" You ask, trying to be helpful, just to make yourself feel better.

He wordlessly hands over the cutlery before turning to grab both plates on his own, nodding for you to make your way out of the kitchen for him to follow.

You do as he asks, holding the door for him so he doesn't struggle, stepping nervously behind him as he guides you through to where he's set the dining table up.

His curtains are drawn, a picturesque view of the nightlife of downtown Vancouver, twinkling city lights and the distant flash of vehicles passing by below stands as the most perfect backdrop to his set-up - the table candle-lit, a vase of fresh flowers in the middle, wine glasses and a salad bowl situated around the nice placemats you'd made him buy the last time the two of you went shopping together.

You hesitate when you get a little closer, eyeing up the setting reluctantly as Quinn places the plates in your retrospective places.

He's usually neat when it comes to his dinner table - usually likes to set things up so that they look nice, placemats, coasters. cutlery and napkins - but it's never like this.

"What's all this?" You ask, meeting his eye as he leans across the table to place down the knives and forks you hand to him.

"You said you had a bad week," he shrugs, "Wanted to do something nice."

He shuffles around you, the light placement of his hand on your hip as he does so jolting you toward the table, head swivelling to watch him disappear back toward the kitchen.

"You planned this?" you call after him, turning to look down at everything - a meal that he cooked, something nutritious and filling, knowing you wouldn't have the energy to make as much yourself, pretty flowers, and a calm, ambient atmosphere flooding the room. Your fingers poke softly at the petals on the flowers, lifting them a little to get a better look, mindful of the roses in the arrangement, careful not to be pricked by their thorns. "And you said you didn't think you'd be a good boyfriend,"

The latter sentence is muttered to yourself more than anything, a remembrance of something he'd said a while ago now - something that had always been in the back of your mind when you considered anything more - but your heart drops when you hear him chuckle from not too far behind, spinning on your heels to look at him, wide-eyed and apologetic. "I didnt-,"

“It’s fine,” he assures you, dipping his head but still keeping his gaze on yours, “Wine?”

He holds the bottle up in one hand, and your mouth goes a little dry at the sight of the label, mind going straight back to this time last week, when you had shared a few glasses with him. When things had gone too far.

Quinn's hands were holding you in place on his lap, soft fingers slipping under the hem of his sweatshirt that you wore, sliding up to press into the warm skin of your back, rocking you on his lap as his tongue swiped languidly against your own.

You couldn't quite tell whose mouth the taste of plummy Malbec sat within, but at that point, you didn't care - you'd both drunk enough of it to find yourselves in such a situation, you were at equal fault.

Not that any of it felt wrong in the moment, his hips bucking up as you straddled his thighs, your fingers clutching where his hair grew thick at the back of his neck. Quinn was humming soft, delicious groans straight between your lips, his own closing around your tongue as he sucked on it - all other bodily movements frantic and stuttered until he was repositioning the two of you, laying you back on the couch and gripping the elastic waist of your sweatpants.

It can't have been wrong - not with how easy it all unfolded, your hips lifting until he slid your bottoms off, his fingertips sneaking their beneath the hem of your panties - too drunk to care how sexy they might have been, never expecting to have to even consider such a thing around Quinn - all the while his mouth pressing firm, bruising kisses to your own.

"I shouldn't, I'm driving," you mumble, a soft shake of your head supposed to let him down easy, and to bring your senses back to the present, but his frown just deepens, the crease between his eyebrows now almost a fold.

"You can stay, you know," he tells you, pouring his own glass. "I don't care if you sleep until Sunday, it's not like you haven't spent the weekend before."

"I don't know," You sit cautiously in your seat, watching as he lowers into his own, face morphing into a hard scowl before he lets out a heavy sigh. "What?"

"It's like you've been making excuses not to hang out."

"Or maybe you've been making excuses to hang out," you retort, cringing yourself at how stupid it sounds, looking down into your lap as you place your napkin there so that he can't see the visible curl of your features.

"That doesn't even make sense," you know that, obviously, but you've been avoiding him for a reason - you don't want to have this conversation. You're not ready. "I don't need an excuse, we're friends, it's what friends do."

And God, you wish he'd just stop saying it. It's getting annoying now, your jaw tensing as you huff a short breath out, still keeping your head down to avoid him reading you like an open book - a book that may as well be pictures, at this point, or written for children with the most basic reading comprehension, one sentence per page and clear as day.

"What friends do," you mutter, in disbelief. He's one to talk about what friends do.

Friends don't do what you did last week.

Quinn's body had pretty much completely flopped onto yours, his chest rising and falling in heavy pants, but still careful enough not to bare all his weight on you so that yours could do the same.

Your skin felt clammy all over, baby hairs sticking to the back of your neck and your forehead, your neck slick from where his lips had been pressing all into it, sucking and nipping and you swear you'd even felt the glorious scratch of teeth at one point, and the heat of him above you was doing little to remedy the feeling.

You brought a hand up, almost absent-mindedly, to scratch softly at the back of his head as he came down, an overwhelming dizziness gripping at your eyelids, pulling you down as you felt him follow.

"You're making me feel like I'm going crazy," you sigh, "You can't seriously set all this up and not realise that it's way more effort than anyone would normally put in for someone that's just a friend,"

"You're not just anything," he counters, "When did I say you were just anything?"

He looks annoyed, that much is obvious - and yeah, you've technically been avoiding him, just like he assumes, but he was the one who made you feel like you had to.

A soft, sleepy groan was the first sound that brought you into consciousness the next morning - raspy and thick, and so close to your ear that the feeling of it buzzed the whole way down to your toes.

Then came unassuming movements, a twist of his torso, a shuffle of his hips, the stretch of his legs, all of which had been pressed right against all the same parts of your body - the sticky warmth of him catching your skin and rousing you fully from your sleep.

His arms tightened their hold around you before you really thought he knew what he was doing - a lethargic sigh huffing from his nostrils as he got comfortable again - and you had maybe a solid minute in his embrace until he fully came to.

The two of you were naked, one of the throws from the back of the couch draped lazily over your modesty, but that didn't really matter when you could feel the heavy press of him all over - your chest, your stomach, your hips, your thighs.

His fingers tightened, pressing a little into your waist before his touch disappeared completely. Before he was retreating, untangling himself from your body and sitting up. You felt the couch move as he shuffled around doing God-knows-what - felt the soft drape of the throw back over your body, and the whoosh of cold that followed and refused to leave.

When you dared to open your eyes, he was sat on the other side, leaning over, head in his hands after shrugging his boxers back on.

"Quinn?" you asked, your own voice thick with sleep, straightening to face him properly and rubbing at your eyes until they focused. "What's going on?"

"How much did we have to drink last night?"

Your heart dropped at the question, but your eyes floated over to the coffee table, two empty bottles standing on the other side. "A lot, I guess."

"Shit," he cursed, pushing himself up and pacing in front of the couch, refusing to look at you. "Fuck."

"Q, you're making me dizzy."

"I just," he stopped in place and scratched at the back of his neck, eyes lowering down your body in a way that made heat creep back up your neck, and your shoulders practically fold in on themselves consciously. "I didn't mean for it to go that far."

Your lips parted, although you didn't really know what to say to that. All you could do was nod, stuttered and slow, your gaze shifting too until it landed on the carpeted rug in front of him, focusing too hard on the pattern. "It's fine."

You could feel the weight of his stormy stare, but you couldn't look up - too afraid of rejection, too afraid of regret.

"We're friends, you know, you're-,"

"I know," you confirmed, not needing to hear how he didn't ever intend to be anything more. "We were drunk, Q, it's fine."

Your attempt at a reassuring smile probably looked a little more like a grimace, but you were saved probably by the fact that the two of you had had a lot to drink, and you were honestly a little queasy.

And maybe it had been the cold hard slap of rejection you woke up to that made you feel that way - after years of wanting more with Quinn - but he didn't need to know that. Not if he was already 10 toes deep into a regret spiral so soon after opening his eyes.

"We're friends."

"You said it last Saturday," you frown, "Saturday morning."

"No, you said we were drunk. I said we were friends, but you cut me off-,"

"Yeah, 'cause I didn't really want the first thing you said to me that morning to be that you made a mistake!"

"And here you are again, cutting me off!" his voice is a little raised now - so unlike the soft-spoken Quinn you're used to - easy going and well natured. "I can't win with you, you're either avoiding me like the plague, or you're not letting me speak, either way, I can't clear all this up!"

"What's there to clear up?" you scoff, "I don't need you to hold my hand and give me the full speech, okay, I get it, you don't want to be anything more than-," your body is jolted quickly by the sudden scrape of your chair across the floor, Quinn's grip firm on the leg as he pulls, "Hey, what are you-,"

And he's at the perfect height, then, to meet your lips once you're close enough, his hand leaving the chair to grip at your face - hold you in place so that you can't protest, can't cut him off in this, too, like you have been doing with every other way he's tried to communicate his feelings for you.

His kiss feels familiar, achingly so, the swipe of his tongue soft at the parting of your lips, his own mouth closing in a soft pressure against yours, over and over at a disorienting intensity - all thoughts melting away at his endeavour.

When he pulls away, he keeps his hands in place, watching intently as your eyes flutter open, and you slowly sink back into consciousness, pupils blown when they meet his, intense in their focus on you.

"You're really important to me."

You frown, because your brain will only allow you to process that as the start of rejection - followed by, which is why we can't go further - but that's not the direction Quinn is taking this.

"I wanted to do all of this right. That's why I freaked out last week. I didn't want you to think it was a drunken mistake."

Oh.

You're still a little dazed from the kiss, if you're honest, and so you find yourself blinking slowly back at him, mouth bopping open and closed while you figure out what to say.

"What?" Is all that comes out when you find your voice, watching as he rolls his eyes - part exasperated, part amused.

"Now you have nothing to say?" He scoffs, thumb swiping gently at your cheek as if to show you he's kidding. "I like you. I have for a while, and I want to be more than friends. I want you to stay at my place whenever you come over, and wear my clothes, and eat my food, and drink my wine," he lists, dipping his head closer and closer until you're face to face, a mere inch or two from him kissing you again. "And I want you to sleep here until Sunday. Maybe even after."

"Okay." you respond - the kind of one word answer you've been throwing his way to avoid getting hurt all week. And because you feel guilty, you add, "I want all that, too."

He breathes out a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and smiling slowly - an infectious kind of smile, that has you doing it right back, noses just brushing before you kiss him, again.

Stone cold sober, no longer looking to avoid your feelings, with the intention of being so much more than his friend.

[melanchoire]

Friends w/ benefits to lovers w/ Kazuha please

cw: abs riding, cunnilingus, fingering, shower sex, praise.

what your relationship with kazuha started out as a simple friendship between gym buddies ended up becoming fuck buddies

of course this started in the most innocent and harmless way possible! it was a day like any other where kazuha was following her usual routine: going to the gym in the morning

kazuha mornings were sacred. they began before the sun had fully extended its golden fingers over the city, with the quiet hum of the espresso machine and the rhythmic clatter of her gym bag being closed. the gym was her sanctuary, a place where she could shed the anxieties of her demanding job as a clerk and just... move

she knows the route by heart. the way the morning light filtered through the large windows, the familiar smell of sweat and disinfectant, the soft hum of the treadmills. everything was predictable, comforting, except today

she was used to arriving at the gym and heading to the exercise equipment, today she was heading to the cable machine, ready to begin her shoulder workout, but what she didn’t expect was to see a pretty girl using the equipment she was planning to use, and above all, using it the wrong way

kazuha hesitated for a moment. she wasn’t one to interfere. the gym was a space for everyone to pursue their own goals, regardless of their experience. plus unsolicited advice was rarely welcomed, but the girl was practically begging to get injured. each rep was irregular and not continuous, putting excessive strain on her back

but kazuha is a very polite girl with good manners and a good vocabulary when it comes to girls and especially those pretty ones!! so she approached with a sigh. “excuse me. i couldn’t help but notice that you’re using the cable machine. are you familiar with it?”

that’s when you look at her embarrassed. “oh, nothing much. i saw someone else using it and thought i’d try it. am i doing something wrong?”

BINGO! kazuha only needed that to have an excuse to flirt ❤️ “yes, indeed, your posture is somewhat incorrect. perhaps i could offer you a little advice? i’ve been using this machine for a while.”

and this is how it starts. kazuha being your “trainer” and you being her cute little apprentice, but you really tried hard! Kazuha noticed that you took her instructions literally or listened to her advice when the changes in your body began to be noticeable when you wore sports bras or leggings… kazuha was thankful that it was more than common to wear sportswear to the gym, because otherwise, she would have been called a pervert for staring too much at a woman’s ass and tits!

although sometimes perversion won over her: chatting with her while you two run on the exercise treadmills, she was concentrating more than she should on your slightly shaky tone of voice and how your breathing sounded a bit labored, imagining if that was how you would sound when she was fucking your brains out 🫣 or when you asked her for help with stretching because she knew the correct techniques and routines for the type of training you were doing, but her mind wanders to inappropriate thoughts as she places her hands on the back of your knees and pushes them against your chest, imagining that’s how vulnerable you’d look beneath her… she may be a pervert, but you were teasing kazuha!

once she also asked you for help with one of the exercises in her routine. this was a hip lift, but for some reason, she makes you sit on her lap while she remains lying on the yoga mat?? kazuha excuses herself by saying that her muscles and abs will become stronger and more prominent if she applies some weight to the area, and well, you’d be a bad friend if you denied a favor to a friend who has been helping you for a long time 😤 every time she lifts her hips into the air you remain seated on her pelvis, your hands resting on her abdomen or perhaps on your own thighs… but this perspective gives her enough motivation to do long and exhausting reps because she imagines you’re riding her strap while she thrusts into you from below 🥰

you guys relationship changed completely when you fucked in the gym showers 🤗 whenever you went to take a shower kazuha said that she would go too because she stank and her body was sticky due to sweat, there were even times where kazuha might have had a lack of training, but she wouldn’t miss the chance to see a pretty girl without clothes! she shamelessly looking at your body while you shower, especially when you close your eyes enjoying a comforting bath after a long and tiring day

but one day she just couldn’t resist and decided to make a move once and for all. this time, you noticed her look (actually, you were aware of that, but you were a bit of a slut and you liked to play at being naive and not notice how your friend was practically fucking you with her eyes!!) because she broke the silence of the room “you’re very pretty, (y/n). i see that my advice has given you effective results.” and suddenly she's in the same shower as you and shamelessly touching your abdomen?? you didn’t notice when she joined you because the whole time you had your eyes closed as you washed your hair, opening them when you felt her voice closer to you and her hands on your body

kazuha pinning you against the wall while you two kiss 😵‍💫 she thought it would be much harder to make you hers, but because of the desperate way you kissed her back and practically clung to her body desperately, she knew you wanted this as much as she did!

kazuha lifts one of your legs up to her waist, holding your thigh against her side and exposing your needy, soaked pussy to her gaze 🤤 she wastes no time and sneaks a hand between your legs, two fingers buried deep inside your pussy, pumping her digits rapidly into your messy cunt and enjoying the splashing sound her fingers make as they go in and out of you as they begin to mix with the sound of the running water from the shower head

and as much as kazuha would have loved for everyone in the gym to understand that she was the one making you feel this way and no one else could dare try to make a move on you, she had to kiss you to shut you up because you were starting to get too loud and she didn’t want to face any harsh consequences from the gym staff

after that fucking in the showers after an exhausting workout became the second part of your training routine at the gym… kazuha also doesn’t mind getting on her knees between your legs and eating your pussy like she’s been starving all day, it was her way of calming her friend’s tense muscles after working hard at the gym 😍❤️

the outings where kazuha invites you to her apartment to have dinner or watch a movie ending with kazuha sitting against the back of the couch, you straddling her with your back to the tv and riding her abs, turning you into mush as you grinded your pussy against his firm abdomen and made everything slippery due to how much you were dripping, having to place her hands on your hips and guide your movements because little by little you were starting to become more needy but at the same time getting tired of having to do most of the work. “having trouble up there, sweetheart? hold on tight to my shoulders, i’ll help you out a bit…” and making you rub your pussy against her stomach in a way that made you cum almost instantly from her taking matters into her own hands

but kazuha was having deep and real feelings for you, she just didn’t know if you saw her as anything more than just fucking and hanging out ☹️ she's super shy to confront you face to face and express her feelings or thoughts with you! even during sex, the ‘i love you’s were something that felt very real, even when they started out as just things that no one paid attention to 💔

once fucking was much softer and sweeter, whispers and compliments under your breath, loving and sweet kisses but without losing passion, even holding hands 🥺 that night the ‘i love you’s were more sincere than ever and came with soft glances that had a deep meaning within them

this ending with the two of you lying on kazuha’s bed without air and with a thin layer of sweat covering your bodies, lying naked next to each other while your breathing is the only thing that fills the room

kazuha turns to look at you, despite the lack of light in the room and the clarity of the moon coming through the window being the only thing that illuminates the room, you can see the shine in her eyes

“can i take you on a proper date, (y/n)?” along with a soft smile and a look full of hope and honesty

and of course you accepted the invitation to a date with the girl with a hot body but a pure heart ❤️

[littledeathdove]

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐃 ༝༚༝༚ 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. ⋆·˚ ༘ *

Scenario; Hyun-Ju is the body guard for a famous fem!Reader who happens to joy teasing and annoying Hyun-Ju as a daily thing.

A/N; I need to push out some other type of content other then re8, SOOO I’m adding my beautiful bob queen to the list aka Hyun-Ju (player 120). This is also me saying that she is added to my characters of who I do requests for!

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(How she became your bodyguard)

𐙚 • With your popularity and your habit for wanting to go around places in public like malls and stuff, you had a great amount of bodyguards at standby for any time you needed them.

𐙚 • Unfortunately though, a opening in your staff of guards had opened up after you had to let go of one due to them leaking out information of your whereabouts to a friend of theirs just so they could get a photo/autograph.

𐙚 • You weren’t in charge of taking care of hiring a new bodyguard, so you left that task in the hands of your management while you still continued to indulge in your love of going to places that could let paparazzi easily catch sighting of you. Your new target was a lovely cafe you heard had great pastries.

𐙚 • In disguise, you made your way there during the afternoon which your management said would be the best time to go thanks to little to no people being around. And they were right, there were barely any people in the cafe and only a small line of people at the counter.

𐙚 • You dismissed your bodyguards — expect the one who was also in disguise — and made your way to the line. Even though it went over your head of why a line would be at the counter even though there was barely any people here, you realized that there was situation going on between a tall women and the cashier. After a quick listen in you caught on that the woman didn’t have enough money on her card for whatever she was ordering, and that she going to pay for the rest in cash which she was fetching out of her wallet.

𐙚 • Even though the cashier was patiently waiting for the woman to count her money, a tired looking business man behind the taller woman had spoken up on the frustration of waiting on her to make change. The situation turned even more sour/embarrassing when the man had muttered what sounded like an offensive term after the cashier explained he would just have to be patient.

𐙚 • You watched the woman’s body language change drastically, noting of how her face went completely blank. When you noticed her placing her wallet back into her pockets, you moved from your place in the line to right beside her.

- - -

“I’ll pay for it,” You said without even realizing what you were doing. You took a moment to process the moment as you looked from the cashier to the rude man behind the woman you were suddenly helping out. The same woman who was now looking down at you with slightly widen eyes, she seemed to be in shock for a while which allowed you to fetch your own card and give it to the cashier.

“I will also like to add a strawberry ade with whatever pastry is the most top seller here onto that order. Please.” The words rushed out of your mouth showing how much you wanted to go ahead and get the order before you have to scene with the guy behind you. Thankfully the cashier seemed to catch on and she quickly added your extra items to the order before telling you your total and tapping your card transfer the money.

Once you grabbed your card back you went over to the side of the counter that the cashier told you to wait for your order at, the taller woman hesitantly following behind you along with your bodyguard. After a couple of beats of silence and looks between you and your guard, the woman finally spoke up.

“…Why did you do that ma’am?” Her words caused you to look up at her, you knew she was tall but behind right beside her now made it even more noticeable. You didn’t know how long you were looking at her but she seemed to get nervous due to your prolong stare. If her now fidgeting with her hands was anything to go off of.

“I saw you putting your money away after that…rude man,” You trailed off your words trying to keep yourself as respectful as possible, “and I didn’t want you to just cancel the order due to him, so I just decided to pay for both of our orders. I had enough money to do so anyway.” You tired your best to make it seem like nothing, especially since you didn’t even know you were doing it for a good couple of seconds.

Thankfully your order was placed on the counter before the woman could say anything else, so you took the chance to place her order in her hands. “Are you sitting anywhere? I will like some company beside the guy over here.”

- - -

𐙚 • That is how you ended up talking to woman — whose name you learned was Cho Hyun-ju — for what you believe was two hours.

𐙚 • Thanks to your openness in the conversation and questioning, you learned the surface level of Hyun-Ju as a person and her financial situation which she was more hesitant to share. Even though you didn’t know her background or if she even have any experience, you had excitedly told her who you are and your need of a new bodyguard due to the past situation with your old one. All in hopes to help her out.

𐙚 • She was quick to say that she couldn’t possibly, but you were persistent. Telling her about the pay she could get and how she could be backed up by a secondary guard if she didn’t have any experience. You never thought you were a convincing person but you were able to Hyun-Ju to agree.

(As your bodyguard)

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju takes her job very serious. She took note of your old bodyguard and their mistakes, even though she would never do something so unprofessional, Hyun-Ju still makes sure to refrain from making any silly mistakes. Especially since she is quite literally in charge of your safety here.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju uses her advantages of having a sharp eye and being quick on her feet to keep you outmost safe when she is around. She is always scanning out the places your both in especially if your both in a disguise because you wanted to go do something in public. She will subconsciously take it a step further to read everyone’s body language for any potential threats to your life. With her heightened senses, no one could possibly try you.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju joins on board with your managers to see when is the best time for you to go out to a certain place whenever you decide you want to indulge in that like of yours. Even though she can and will protect you no matter what, Hyun-Ju not only enjoys having a less load on her shoulders with a denser crowd, but it also calms down your anxious thoughts on the what if’s that could happen to you if she isn’t able to fully protect you due to a large crowd around.

𐙚 • Due to how you both met, Hyun-Ju is quick to defend you in situations, calm down your nerves, and give you supportive advice when it’s needed. She sees this as a payback for what you did for her in that cafe, even though you constantly tell her she shouldn’t worry about such small things.

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju isn’t shy to admit that she loves the fact that her pervious experience in the army and closeness to you allowed her to land the job as your new personal bodyguard. She loves being able to be by your side without questioning. There’s no lying about the fact that you grown to be an employer of Hyun-Ju, but also a close friend.

𐙚 • Whenever you two are driving around in your luxury car by your personal driver, Hyun-Ju loves to have conversations with you even if they don’t always stay appropriate for a employee and a employer.

𐙚 • Don’t even get me started on the whole disguises. If you insist on doing makeup on her to add to her disguise she wouldn’t even refuse since she likes the calming experience of you doing her makeup. It even more fun to do a raiding of your closet for clothes that would make you blend in more. Especially when it turns into a whole walkway show of you presenting one outfit after another.

𐙚 • On a more serious note, Hyun-Ju can become protective over you quickly if a situation was to escalate and you accidentally or purposely put yourself in harms way. When situations like this happen Hyun-Ju doesn’t care to be gentle with the paparazzi, she will shove them will all her strength if it means she can get you to safety quicker. And once she has, Hyun-Ju will be quick to explain to you how you must be more careful.

𐙚 • Depending on how dangerous the situation got the longer this conversation will be. Especially if you were to dismiss it or try to make it seem as if it wasn’t as serious.

(Reaction to your behavior at first/Handling your silly behavior)

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju will be surprised by your behavior at first. She did suspect that you would act more professional once she came into this position, but she isn’t complaining. Your silly behavior makes her more comfortable around you quicker then expected

𐙚 • When it comes to your occasional teasing Hyun-Ju usually just brushes it off with a small fond smile, sometimes she will get “shy” and subconsciously fidget with her hands if your teasing was more effective that day. That is all when she first starts working for you, but later on in the job she is more confident and comfortable to tease you back

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“Oh come on Hyun-Ju, there’s no need to be so shy!” You shuffled in your seat as you waved from inside your car to the flashing cameras outside. Once your driver finally drove completely away, you looked back to Hyun-Ju with a smirk on your face. “There’s nothing wrong with saying you enjoyed what that fan was saying, I mean how many bodyguards could say they got called hot by their employer’s fans?”

You leaned forward to get a better look at Hyun-Ju’s face, wanting to be sure that you weren’t making her uncomfortable or if she had shown any signs of wanting you to stop. Thankfully you were met with the sight of a small shy smile on her face alongside a showing of redness on her cheeks.

Hyun-Ju started twisting her index finger as she shook her head and looked towards you finally, “You are ridiculous, shouldn’t you be more worried over the fact your fans almost went out of control back there?”

You shrugged as you scooted closer to Hyun-Ju, resting your head on her shoulder as you stretched out your legs. Tired from the amount of walking you had just done and the amount of flashing cameras in your face just moments ago was starting to take effect on your eyesight.

“Why would I be? That’s what fans do, plus I have a hot bodyguard to worry about and take care of that for me.” Your smile deepened as you felt Hyun-Ju’s breath hitch and her head turning the best it could to look down at you.

After a couple of beats of silence, a giggle-filled it in, it was Hyun-Ju’s. “I swear you make me consider if my position is truly the best or not every day,” amusement was laced all over her voice. Her hand hovered over your side as the vehicle went over a bump.

You decided to just roll your eyes and leave the conversation at that, but suddenly an idea came into your head. Snapping your head upwards to look at Hyun-Ju — who was looking at you almost immediately once you started moving again — your finger pointing at her as you vocalized your idea excitedly.

“I should pull a Lady Gaga and have you sing over some lyrics on a song!” You didn’t even need to explain what that meant since Hyun-Ju seemed to get it immediately. Her eyes disappeared completely as she rolled them into the back of her head, a small dramatic groan coming out of her throat.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.”

- - -

𐙚 • Now if your teasing was to lean more towards the flirtatious side it causes a whole different reaction out of Hyun-Ju.

𐙚 • In her past career she likely never experienced this type of behavior. So she will be pretty confused at first and worry if your words would make it seem like your favor her more. Which wouldn’t be a problem if you didn’t have other bodyguards that could find an issue in this.

𐙚 • She’ll slowly guide the conversation into a different direction when you started to teases her, or just completely go quiet in hopes you would switch to another topic yourself

𐙚 • Hyun-Ju wouldn’t necessarily dislike your behavior but she definitely gets concerned of possible problems arising between her and her co-workers. But after she notice that they don’t care over the favoring and how they are also amused by watching you and her interact, she will start to react back to you more

𐙚 • Probably not going as far as to flirt back but she will sometimes playfully cover your mouth or make you remember something embarrassing you did just to get the same reaction out of you

- - -

Overall Hyun-Ju would be a great bodyguard and would gladly protect you. Even though she might joke about disliking her position, she truly is grateful for you and will not trade this job for any other. Not only because of the good pay, but because she has grown quite a great attachment towards you, and she’ll do anything to keep your relationship strong.

A/N; And that’s the end of the post, requests for our queen are completely welcomed! I currently I’m using a scenario generator to get ideas of what to write so yeah 😭. These headcanons aren’t on the most romantic note but I hope y’all enjoy my silly lil rant still 😛

[frillydolle]

Would low honor Arthur do anything nice for his darling on valentine's day? I need to know -

lowhonor arthur morgan x female reader

꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ suggestive , he wants u so bad

VALENTINE'S DAY, the day of expressing love and sweet affection to the one. someone you absolutely adore from head to toe, showing just how much you love with words or with action, depending on who you are. arthur morgan wasn't those types of people.

arthur was rough 'n' tough, took all from everything, heavy blood in hid hands and it filled him with pride making other people miserable, especially with you since you were such an easy girl to tease! he couldn't help it :(

he adores seeing ur pretty pout, ur lashes fluttering the tears away if he gets too mean, or how you'd shove him if he got even meaner with you. to him, if it was funny like to you, he was just kidding. well, most of the time. he was just kidding, right?

you didn't expect much from him on valentine's day. he was a wanted man, and this was the life the two of you live. only ur thinking about him changed once you walked into ur tent, a letter? a note?... it even had a flower beside it, one of your favourites.

dear [your name],

i know I've been busy, but i still like you a lot. well, more than i tell you, and i mean it every time time i tell you. was hoping you would let me take out from camp, just two of us. been stuck here for too long.

a.m

huh. he's never acted like that before.. was he planning something? no, he wouldn't be. he's too— egotistical, even too self-centered for that. you knew he cared about himself more than anyone else. just as you were about to turn around, u felt someone's chest pressed about your back, soon wrapping their hands around your torso. he came close to your neck.

“didya like my lil' note, sugar? made it just fer ya before i left.” arthur says against your ear, his rumbling with each word he spoke. a small smile forms as your face as he spins you round to face, his hands wrapping around your wrists.

what was he doing— you felt your heart race a little move as you felt ur legs hit ur cot as he was walking towards you. he always knew he made you nervous and he'd often tease and rile you up about it. he was handsome, yes, but could just be so intimidating...

“think we should get out to rhodes, spend a little time by the saloon, doll...” he says before he takes your hand and practically pins you down to your cot, he gets on top of you as you felt butterflies flying crazy in your stomach, feeling every nerve and excitement going through your veins.

“then, i think we should get a room. how's that sound, honey?”

it sounds perfect.

[baby-yongbok]

Wildflower

Yang Jeongin x Afab!Reader

✦ Genre - Forbidden Love

✦ Word Count - 4.6k

✦ Summary - Jeongin's life was mapped out, leaving no space for the love that grew between the cracks of his parents' plan. As time runs out, words are exchanged that change everything. ✦ CW - Explicit content, Angst to fluff ✦A/N - This piece is one of the first I've written after being in a very... weird headspace. It's an emotional one, you have been warned! I listened to nothing but Wildflower by Billie Eilish the entire time I wrote this... Anyway,Please enjoy! + reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡

✦ Masterlist✦

He’s like a firefly, he only comes out on warm summer nights. The type of nights when the streets are busy and the breeze is just cool enough to give you some relief from the heat. The nights where you turn on the porch light and wait for his glow. Tonight was one of those nights. 

Jeongin texted you telling you that he was coming over, not asking. He never asks. It only took a few hours for him to arrive. He stood there in his leather jacket and white tee, the same as he did last week and the week before. It’s become a routine that you know the two of you will have to break tonight. 

You step aside to let him in, though the space between you is charged, thick with everything unspoken. Jeongin walks past you, brushing close enough that you catch the faintest hint of his cologne - clean, familiar, heartbreakingly him.

He moves like he always does, like he belongs here, like this isn’t the last time. His jacket lands on the back of your couch, his fingers barely grazing your wrist as he passes, a touch so fleeting it could be accidental. But you know better.

Neither of you says anything right away. He glances at the dim glow of the candles you’ve lit - the one you always light when you know he’s coming - and something in his expression flickers like the flame, something softer than he probably wants to show.

“You’re late.” You murmur, just to fill the silence.

“You waited.” He counters, voice low, teasing with a hint of a smile.

You swallow hard. Of course, I did. But you don’t say that. Instead, you cross your arms over your chest, leaning against the door as you watch him. You wish you could freeze him like this - mid-step, mid-breath, mid-goodbye.

“How long do you have?” you ask, keeping your voice even.

His jaw tenses for a second. Only a second. “Till morning.”

It’s not enough. It never was.

You nod as if you expected it, as if it doesn’t sink like a stone in your chest and Jeongin does too. "C’mere."

He steps forward, reaching out for you with one hand while the other pushes his hair back. You let him drag you forward silently, staring into the brown that will soon abandon you. He’s no different, he looks at you like he wants to memorize you, like he’s trying to carve this moment into something permanent. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Look at me like that.” He brings a bent finger under your chin, tipping your head back just enough for his lips to have a straight path to yours. His eyes flicker down then up. “It makes me want to kiss you.”

You laugh softly, the sound caught somewhere between a sigh and a sharp breath, too close to something bitter. "You’ve kissed me a thousand times."

"Not like this." His voice drops to a whisper, just for you, as if the space between your lips holds everything unsaid, everything he's afraid to face. His thumb brushes against your bottom lip, lingering a little longer than usual.

Your heart stutters, and for a moment, you forget the ticking clock. It’s always been like this with him - this pull, this sweetness that feels like a slow burn. But you know it’s not enough. Not anymore. You lean in, just a little, but he pulls back before you can close the distance. His hand drops from your chin, slipping away with a quiet sigh.

“You don’t want to do this,” he says, eyes avoiding yours now, like he’s trying to escape the weight of it all. But the soft tremble in his voice betrays him.

“You’re leaving tomorrow,” you whisper, the words tasting like ash. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I -” His words falter as if he wants to argue but can't find the right excuse, can’t justify it anymore. He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s seeing you for the first time, like he’s trying to memorize every little detail about you.

And then you can’t take it anymore. You reach up, cupping his jaw gently and pulling him toward you. The kiss is soft at first, tentative, as if both of you are testing the waters. But then it deepens. He groans softly, his lips pressing harder into yours, as if this is the only way he knows how to apologize, how to show you he doesn’t want to go.

His hand finds your waist, pulling you closer, and you feel the familiar rush of heat flooding your veins. Every part of you is screaming to hold on to him, to never let go, but it’s so fleeting. So fragile.

Jeongin pulls back, lost in the hypnotizing smell and taste of you just like he is every other night he sneaks away to come here. Just like he knows he shouldn’t. Both of you are breathing heavily, your lips barely parted.

 He whispers something, something that you can’t make out but you don’t care to when his lips attach to your neck, nipping and kissing at the sensitive skin like leaving his mark on you is the only way that he can stay. You tilt your head to the side, opening yourself up to him with a small moan that Jeongin wishes he could keep with him forever.

Why can’t he keep you with him?

Ever since his parents arranged his transfer to this university he’s been trying to figure out how to kidnap you. He’s created carefully calculated equations over and over and over again but none of them give him what he wants. None of them give him you.

His hands wander, his kisses go lower and lower until your shirt is slipping down the curve of your shoulder and your breasts are threatening to spill from your cheap bralette. He kisses the tops of them, grabbing at your waist and thighs while your hand cups the back of his hand and the other laces in his raven black hair. 

“Jeongin.” It sounds like a plea. A moan that’s begging for more than he can give. He nips harder, kisses rougher, sucks sloppier marks into your skin and you know exactly what he’s doing. He wants you to remember him when you wake up tomorrow. He wants you to look in the mirror and think of him when he’s on his train going in the opposite direction, the wrong direction.

It’s cruel but you let him.

And he’s thankful for it. He’s thankful for the moans you let spill and the touch you offer with each clumsy swipe of his tongue over your hardened nipple. He’s thankful that you keep giving but he’s also sorry for it.

Jeongin drags you down to the sofa, sitting and crashing his lips back to yours while he pushes you back against the worn cushion. He hovers over you, one hand in your hair while the other holds him up.

Your hands run down his chest, over his stomach and that one beauty mark you always kiss on his hip. You palm him and he groans, bucking his aching length into your touch firmer, faster. Everything picks up, the tension multiplies and the control that you both worked so hard to harness is vanishing between your bodies. It’s melting with every fleeting and indulgent smack of your lips against his. 

“Baby.” Jeongin breathes, pulling back just enough to mutter while his hips move to meet yours. You buck up, moving your hand and meeting the tent in his pants with the wet spot on yours. You moan, he groans and then -

“I love you.” It sounds so natural coming off of your lips. It feels so good to get it off of your chest but when Jeongin freezes, pulling back to look you in the eyes with an expression you don’t recognize and suddenly you wish that you never knew the meaning of the very words you uttered. 

He pulls back further, his eyes staying on yours and you can just barely recognize his gaze now. It’s desperate, a plea, a rejection. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

But even with those words you see it for a moment, his eyes soften, that familiar warmth flickering in them as though he might say it back. His gaze drops to your lips, to your hands that still hold onto him, and you wonder if, maybe, there's a chance.

But the moment is fleeting. His expression hardens, his lips pressing together in something that looks like regret, but there’s nothing left to soften it now. He pulls back, sitting up on the couch and it feels like the distance between you grows with every passing second.

“Jeongin…” You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper but it trembles with the weight of everything you want to say.

“Don’t.” He responds, his voice low but steady. He avoids looking at you now, as though he’s too afraid of what he’ll see. “I can’t -”

“I love you.” You say again, louder this time, trying to make him hear the truth in your words, the vulnerability you’ve kept hidden for so long.

His eyes flicker with something close to desperation, but he swallows it down, looking away, his hand gripping the edge of the couch like it's the only thing keeping him grounded.

You reach for him, but he stands, his eyes cold now, eyes that don’t belong to the Jeongin you know. “I know that this feels impossible. I know that it feels fucked up and messy but I do love you and I’m not sorry about it. Maybe if - if we try to figure something out… maybe if we can convince your parents to give you a choice in all of this then -” 

He opens his mouth, and when the words come out, they hit you like a tidal wave.

“If I had a choice, it still wouldn’t be you.”

The silence after his words is deafening. You freeze, your breath caught in your throat, your heart stalling as you stare at him in disbelief. He’s rejecting it all, everything you’ve been to him, everything you’ve shared, everything you’ve believed in these stolen moments.

“No.” You breathe, shaking your head and standing. You stumble a bit when you reach your feet, as though the world you’ve built around you is crumbling beneath you. “You don’t mean that.”

Jeongin closes his eyes, the guilt eating at him, but he doesn’t take the words back. He can’t. He has to keep pushing you away, even if it tears him apart. “I do.” He says, voice breaking, barely a whisper. “I’m sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. But I can’t do this. I can’t do it anymore. You deserve someone who’s gonna stay, someone who’s gonna give you everything.”

The words feel like they’re choking you, suffocating you with their harshness. You want to scream, to shout that this isn’t fair, that he’s the one who’s breaking both of you apart, but the anger is drowned by the heartache, by the finality in his eyes.

“No.” You whisper again, your voice small, helpless. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to walk away from us like this.”

His chest rises and falls quickly, the weight of the decision hanging heavy between you. He’s trembling now, his hands clenched by his sides, fighting the urge to pull you to him, to take everything back. But he knows he can’t. Not now.

“I have to go.” He murmurs, voice strained, the words slipping out like they’re tearing him apart. “I don’t want to leave you like this, but I can’t do this. I won’t do this to you.”

And just like that, the moment you feared, the moment you both tried to deny, is here.

He takes his jacket from the back of the couch and steps towards the door but you’re grabbing onto him before he can take another. He looks back only half way and you can see what he’s trying to hide from you, a flicker of regret.

“You need to let me go. Please.” He says, voice cracking under the pressure. “You’ll be better off without me. You’ll move on, and you’ll forget about me.”

You understand it now, he’s trying to protect you, but it feels like a betrayal. His breath quickens, and you’re sure he’s feeling the weight of what he’s said, wishing to take it all back. But it’s too late now.

“No.” Your voice is steady, but the pain is in your eyes, your hands shake as you hold onto him. “I don’t want to forget about you, Jeongin. I can’t.”

He doesn’t turn around even though he wants to. He doesn’t take it all back. He only pulls away then sighs, his voice is barely audible when he speaks again. “I’m sorry.” He sounds like he’s drowning and he feels like it too. “I’m so sorry.”

Once the door closed you both fell apart at the same time. The air in your lungs felt heavy, each inhale a struggle as if the air itself was mourning. You stood there, motionless as you suffocated. Suddenly it’s too hot and you melt to your knees at the growing burn you feel in your chest.

 Your burn for him.

Jeongin walked faster than he knew he ever could. His feet carried him through the humid July night until he was running. It was the only thing he could think to do, the only thing he’s been good at for years. 

He’s run from you for so long and now he can’t seem to stop. He ignores the stop signs and stop lights. He isn’t even sure which way he’s going but he knows that he wants to stop. He wants to stop thinking about you all the time. He wants to get rid of the thought of you that lingers in the back of his mind and hold it in his hands. He wants to turn around and hold you again. 

Maybe then this burning will stop. 

It’s more than the summer air, it’s a tortuous sting like burning alive under your own skin. Maybe if he keeps running it’ll stop. Maybe. 

You woke up after two hours of sleep to a text from Jeongin. You opened it in a heartbeat and hoped that it would say something that could make the pain worth it. You hoped that he was going to tell you that he just can’t do it - that he can’t leave you - but no. 

My train comes at 12:45pm… see me off?

You stare at it. Your red eyes narrow and tears well up as you check the time. You’re gonna go. You can’t find a single reason not to even after what he said to you last night. Even after he decided to leave you like that, burning and melting into your living room carpet. 

Maybe it’s stupid but what do you have to lose? All that you have is getting ready to leave you.

Jeongin didn’t sleep last night. Instead he walked, probably in circles but the tears blurring his vision made that easy to ignore. He found himself somewhere that he hasn’t been in months, the wildflower field where he used to meet you. He’d pick a few and weave them into your hair before kissing you sweet under the moonlight. Then reality started to sink in. 

It might’ve been stupid but he laid there all night. He imprinted himself in the pressed aster and milkweed in hopes that he’d become one just so he could stay with you but the sun rose and he stood, defeated. 

He texted you when he got home. He took a shot in the dark. What does he have to lose?

The station was crowded, the platform buzzed with people rushing around to get to somewhere important or nowhere at all but even in the midst of the buzzing you could spot him.

Jeongin stands near a bench, his back to you, shoulders squared but stiff, like he’s bracing himself for something. For this.

For you.

You take a shaky breath, your footsteps quiet against the worn tiles as you close the distance. 

“So this is it?” He turns at the sound of your voice, his expression unreadable at first - but then his eyes soften, the corners of his mouth twitching into something that’s almost a smile.

Almost.

“You came.” He says, barely above a whisper.

“Of course, I did.” Your throat feels tight. “I always do.”

The thought stings, and you swallow against it, trying not to let the weight of it show. But Jeongin has always been good at reading between the lines, at finding the cracks in your armor.

His gaze flickers, uncertainty and guilt clouding his features. He looks away, staring at the glowing departure board like it holds all the answers he’s searching for.

“I should go.” He murmurs. But his feet don’t move.

You exhale sharply, arms crossing over your chest. “Then why did you ask me to meet you?”

Silence.

For a moment, you think he won’t answer. But then -

“Because.” He says, voice raw, “I needed to see you one last time.”

One last time.

Your stomach twists, a sharp kind of ache blooming in your ribs. You nod, even though it kills you. “Okay. You saw me.”

You turn to leave.

And that’s when he breaks.

“Wait.”

It’s barely more than a breath, but it stops you cold.

You close your eyes, willing yourself not to turn around. Not to hope. Not to let yourself believe in something that he’s fighting so hard to let go of.

But then -

“I can’t do it.” He says, almost laughing, almost breaking. “I can’t leave. Not like this. Not without you.”

Your heart stutters, the burning lets up and you turn around.

Jeongin reaches for you with shaking hands and you let him. You let him feel your skin against his and he sighs, the burning stops. 

His fingers tremble against yours as he anchors himself to you like you’re the only real thing in the world. “I tried.” He says, voice unsteady. “I tried to tell myself this was the right choice. That leaving meant doing the smart thing, the safe thing.” His breath hitches. “But…”

His grip tightens. “Tell me to stay.”

The words hang between you, fragile, terrifying.

You could let him go. Let him chase the future he was always meant to have. The future that was carefully crafted for him, even if it didn’t include you.

Or -

You glance down. Through the cracks in the platform’s pavement, something small but stubborn grows. A wildflower.

Something that beautiful shouldn’t bloom where it doesn’t belong and yet it thrives. Small and fragile, strong and vibrant. 

You exhale shakily, lifting your gaze back to him. “Stay.”

And this time, he does. 

“Okay.”

“You’re really not getting on that train?” You whisper, barely daring to believe it.

He shakes his head, grinning now, grinning like a boy who just threw away everything he was supposed to be for the only thing that ever felt right. Like someone who's just stopped running long enough to really feel it.

“I’m not getting on that train” He steps closer, his forehead resting against yours as he leans in. “I’m staying here.” And then his lips are on yours. 

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly close with a hum of something raw and unfiltered. Your hands find their way up into his hair and you exchange his hum for a cry. Tears fall but you ignore them, you ignore everything just to stay in this moment a little longer. His hands wander and roam and Jeongin swears that he forgets where he is for a second, just for a second until he hears the train pull up. His train.

He just barely breaks the kiss, only enough to speak. He doesn’t glance at the train, he ignores the boarding passenger, he only whispers, “Let’s go home. Please.”

He took your hand, grabbed his bag and you ran. You smiled, the two of you laughed like children playing hide and seek while you ran in the opposite direction. The right direction. You went to your place, the porch light is still on from last night and you flip it off, Jeongin won’t be needing it anymore. 

As soon as the door closed he was on you. He dropped his bag and took you in his arms, kissing you like you’d disappear if he didn’t. It’s deep and passionate, as if he's trying to convey every unspoken emotion through this single act. His urgency is palpable, and you can feel the intensity of his desire in every touch, every kiss. 

Hi s hands explore every inch of you that he’s committed to memory. He’s no stranger to the dips and curves of you. Sometimes he wishes that it’s all he ever knew. “Jeongin.” You mumble into him, breaking the kiss to pepper sloppy nibbles over his jaw line.

He groans, walking the two of you backwards and kicking your bedroom door open. He picks you up and when you squeal a giggle it all becomes clear to him.

“I’d pick you in any lifetime.” He puts you down gently, quickly moving to hover over you. “You were the obvious choice I just -” You kiss him, leaning up and catching his lips in a kiss that quells the burn. 

“I forgive you.” You murmur and Jeongin deepens the kiss as though he’s been starved for something he didn’t even realize he needed. His lips are trembling against yours, as if every kiss, every moment, is fighting for meaning in the shadow of everything he almost walked away from. His hands are on your back now, pulling you into him like he's afraid you'll vanish if he lets go.

You arch into him, moaning at the bite of his nails as they sink into the skin under your shirt. The fabric rides up, revealing more of you and Jeongin indulges. He pushes it up further and further until that familiar bralette is exposed.

Your chest heaves as you try to breathe, but it’s hard when all you can feel is the warmth of him - the heat of his body pressed against yours, his hands digging into you like he needs you to live. 

He pulls away just enough to look at you, his gaze heavy, searching. His voice is barely a whisper. “I didn’t want to hurt you, you know that, right?” His hand trails up your sides, taking you in like he couldn’t recall each mole and scar with his eyes closed. He palms your breast, kneading the skin with a gentle touch.

You nod, your hand trembling as it feels up the back of his neck and disappears into his hair. “I know.” He exhales shakily, his eyes closing for a moment as if he's letting the truth of his feelings settle in. Your hand trails down to his cheek, your thumb brushing over his lips like you can still feel the warmth of his kiss there.

"I didn’t think… I thought leaving was the right thing, the safer thing for both of us," Jeongin admits, his voice shaking slightly. "But... I can’t keep running from us. I can’t keep pretending this isn’t everything I’ve ever wanted."

Your chest tightens at his words, and you pull him in for another kiss, this one slow and soft, a silent agreement that you’ve both been through hell just to get to this moment. His hands start to wander again, trailing down and buttoning your jeans. 

The tension between you both rises, control slipping away. You're both unraveling, and it feels so, so good.

Jeongin breaks the kiss, and without words, the two of you work quickly, shedding the last remaining barriers between you. You tug at his shirt, then his jeans and boxers, desperate to rid yourselves of anything that stands in the way of him being closer.

As soon as his cock springs free, you take it in your hand, stroking him, feeling him harden beneath your touch as he kicks his jeans off with a sharp hiss.

“Don’t tease.” He exhales sharply, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he reaches for you, fingers threading through your hair while you pump him, your gaze locked in a silent challenge.

“You always tease me.” You murmur, spitting into your palm to make the glide smoother. He groans.

“Not today.” He growls, pushing you back and grabbing your thighs with a sudden strength that has you gasping. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with something more than lust. “Let me have you. All of you. All of me.”

You’re so lost in the sincerity of his gaze that you barely register him positioning himself between your legs. But then he’s inside you, pushing slowly, and everything melts away. You moan, instinctively reaching for his chest as he disappears into you.

The moments that follow feel different, raw. You’ve fucked Jeongin countless times, in this bed, in other places you shouldn’t have, but none of that compares to this. He’s not fucking you - it’s him making love to you, pressing his chest so close to yours that you can feel your hearts beating in sync. Everything shifts, and finally, everything fits perfectly.

Your nails scrape up his back as his hips roll against yours. He groans, kissing you deeply before grabbing your hip and taking you deeper, harder.

“I love you,” he pants, his breath hot against your lips. He shifts his angle, grinding into you with a new rhythm, and you’re left gasping, completely undone. 

“Jeongin.” You moan and he swears that it sounds like you said it back. His rhythm falters, his touch becomes firmer, more desperate and sure. “I love you. I love you.” You cry for him, the burn of your orgasm coils in your chest and he’s right there with you, teetering on the edge. 

His hands move to cup your face, his thumb stroking across your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” He murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. You clench around him, feeling like he’s hitting you deeper than possible.

You pull him back into a kiss, your heart racing, every inch of you feeling alive with his gentle but the urgent touch. It’s the kind of kiss that speaks of everything unsaid, everything that’s been building between you.

“Baby…” He moans, pulling away and leaving your lips still tingling. “Cum for me.” His hand snakes between your legs to toy with your clit. He rubs firm circles into the sensitive bud, his thrusts pick up and his lips remain parted. He squeezes his eyes shut, desperate to have you come undone before him.

He rests his forehead against yours, breathless and moaning with each flutter of your cunt. You grab onto him, your nails sink into his skin and your body trembles. “Innie, f-fuck, Innie…” Your orgasm sets him off. He pushes in deep, moaning with a broken curse and unloading inside of you.

“God damnit, baby.” He stills, hugging you and keeping his forehead to yours. You stay like that, the only sound is your heavy breaths mingling and it feels right. Comfortable.

“Can you say it again?” You whisper, careful not to break the carefully crafted bubble around you. Jeongin smiles, his eyes still closed.

“I love you.” He whispers back, opening his eyes to meet yours. “I love you.” He repeats, pressing a kiss to your nose and you smile, a single tear falls and he kisses it away.

“I love you.” He whispers one final time, cupping your cheek and brushing the tears away with his thumb. “So much.” 

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Hiiiii Okok so this is my longest fic and I got kinda super into it and that’s why it took so long ok. Hopefully you like it and thanks for all the interactions! I’m going to be doing a Choso fic next since it was so close between Choso and Sukuna <3

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TW: SIZE KINK, CONCUBINE!reader, TRUEFORM!Sukuna, he has two c words, dumbification, cream pies, DP!!!, mentions of death/killing other Sukuna type shit, filth, porn with plot uhhh I think that’s it but if not IM SORRY okok enjoy NOT PROOF READ.

WC: 3.2k O.O OMG okay so this got lengthy. I hope u like it!!!!

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You had been working at a Orian house for less than a year before Ryomen Sukuna came in and bought you along with three other girls for his concubines. He picked you four based on looks and bloodlines. Since only the other three girls came from good blood you were very surprised that he picked you as well.

What you didn’t know is that he had only meant to go and pick three girls. You had just caught his eye. You were the tallest of the house and had the longest hair. Your face was youthful but you still achieved the mature sultry beauty that he craved. “A pity pick.” Said the head lady. “You’re so generous for picking her as well Lord Sukuna but we have more girls that are mor-.” Are you questioning my judgment? I said I’d take her as well.” His deep voice reverberated through the room, his crimson eyes boring into the much shorter woman. “Of course Lord Sukuna. You’re very generous. Thank you!” She has beamed nervously at him.

The other three girls looked at you with envy which they tried to cover with a fake smile to not upset or disturb Lord Sukuna. You felt as if your world was turned upside down. You had just barely grown accustomed to being a working girl and now you were suddenly a concubine for the more fearsome Lord there was. He towered over, well, everyone. His strong arms, all four of them, had been draped in a black silk kimono. His short pink hair was almost hanging over his brow, framing his sharp jawline and broad forehead. You couldn’t deny that even with his extra eyes and limbs, this man was indeed handsome.

You didn’t want to make yourself any more noticeable and just prayed to whatever gods could hear you to keep you safe and hopefully you’ll be of good use at his estate. You’ve heard stories of how his concubines were pampered and treated fairly well which did little to ease your anxiety but that little glimmer of hope is what kept your thoughts away from the many possibilities as to why he needed new concubines enough to make it through the day.

Once you all made it back to his gigantic estate, he had his chef show you and the other girls your quarters. You each had your own chambers which was definitely a huge plus. Though, your room was the last one available and therefore, was the least pleasant. “You can always paint the walls if Lord Sukuna approves. I will have your lady in waiting bring you new sheets and pillows so you’re comfortable.” They said before leaving you alone in the dimly lit room. You hadn’t brought much with you besides your few sets of clothes, but Sukuna had ordered Uraume to toss them out when you reached the estate.

“You don’t need those filthy clothes while you’re here. More clothes-better clothes will be waiting for you in your rooms.” He had said. You guess he didn’t like them very much. You were able to sneak one small piece of cloth from the blanket your mother made you under your kimono to keep. If Uraume seen, they hadn’t said anything about it. You sigh and begin to look through the clothes that were in the room on the bed before putting them away in the chest at the foot of the bed. Uraume had picked out one set of clothes for you to change into, a light pink silk kimono robe that covered everything. It came to right above your ankles since you were so tall.

“Miss. Here are your sheets. Would you mind if I fixed your bed for you?” You jumped at the soft voice coming from the doorway. A short older lady stood with her head bowed and in her arms were the red sheets, a comforter, and a few pillowcases for your bed. “Of course th-thank you.” You bowed slightly before moving out of her way. Your hair had been pulled out of your face with a hair pin leaving half of it up in a small bun at the back of your head and the rest flowing down your back. “Do you know if I’m allowed to wander the grounds? I’d really love to see the garden if I could.” You asked softly as she finished tucking the comforter in. She turned and smiled at you.

“I’ll have to ask Uraume first my lady. But I will be back in a bit to check on you and hopefully I can show you the garden before supper. Please do rest I know the trek here wasn’t very soft on you ladies.” With that she bowed and scuttled down the hallway to find Uraume. The walls were bare and bleak. The one window you had, while it was rather large, only showed out towards the back of the estate, the large garden just barely covered by the large hedge surrounding it, making it almost impossible to see anything but the tops of the Sakura and Wisteria trees.

“Look she even has a retched chamber.” One of the other new concubine had snarked from the hallway leading to the other two cackling like hyenas. You roll your eyes and look at them, still in the same clothes as they were in when you had left the Orian house. “And look at her kimono! Much too short for her lankey body. Such a waste of good silk.” Said another, as she stepped into your room. Your back straightened and you glared at all three of them.

“At least I have decency to change as our Lord ordered us to. You lot can’t even seem to follow simple directions. I bet your new clothes are still sitting on the bed waiting for you to get your head out of your asses and put them away.” Your glare darkened as you looked down on them. You were not afraid of any girl, you had your scraps in the Orian house before and you were the one getting in trouble for it even if they started like this. That didn’t stop you from defending yourself. The girls had all stepped into your room now making ugly comments about your worth and your upbringing. Before you could reply with the same distain for them Uraume appeared in the door behind them, clearing their throat before speaking.

“Lord Sukuna will not approve of your pointless quarrels. Stop this at once and return to your respected chambers. And change out of those clothes. There are more than enough for you to pick from. If this is how your obedience is starting you’ll not be here much longer. Now go.” They barked out making the three girls glare at you over their shoulder before bowing to Uraume and scurrying to their chambers.

“Thank you. I apologize for my outburst Uraume.” You say as you now your head to them. “Mm.” They respond before setting down a bucket of small containers with a few different brushes. “Lord Sukuna has gifted these to you for your room. Your lady in waiting has said that you would like to visit the garden?” They asked. You beam at them and kindly take a look in the bucket that is filled with smaller containers of different color paints

“If I could please? I’d like to see the flowers and trees for inspiration for my room.” You say softly still smiling at them. They nod their head and your lady in waiting walks in after Uraume leaves. “Let’s get out there before the other girls hear. You’re the first to be let wander around so let’s not make a big scene for them to talk about.” She whispers quietly as she leads you out past the dinning hall to the big doors that lead out into the large garden. The tall Sakura trees were in full bloom as well as the wisteria and the beautiful lotus and spider Lillies all around.

“It beautiful. I’ve never seen so many gorgeous flowers in one place.” You beam looking around finding new flowers at every turn.

“Lord Sukuna had Uraume pick out the flowers a long time ago. Before I was even born. You’re lucky to have been allowed to wander the garden your first day.” Your lady in waiting, who’s name you’ve learned was Moira, said in a soft voice smiling at you. Your eyebrows drew together slightly at her words but you brushed off her comment and continued walking through the gorgeous foliage stopping at the entrance to the big maze of hedges. Moira warned you to stay away from it unless you were with Uraume as she didn’t know the maze as well as they did. After another five minutes, the both of you hurried into the mansion and down the hall to the dinning room where Uraume was walking with the other three girls.

“Lord Sukuna will be calling each of you to his chambers after dinner. Your seats are arranged already. Dinner will be out in a minute.” They said as the ladies in waiting have lined up on one side of the room closest to the kitchen door. As the plates of food came in on silver trays. Roasted fish and rice were on each plate which had your stomach growling. The vegetables were steamed and seasoned perfectly. The four of you were served chalices of red wine and after you all finished your food you were directed to wash up and wait in your chambers for your lady in waiting to help you bath then be presented to Lord Sukuna.

Dinner was amazing and you were excited to have a nice hot bath with the help of Moira. You of course we’re the last girl to get bathed and then be sent to his chambers.

“Don’t be nervous just let it be. Our Lord Sukuna is in a good mood tonight so I anticipate his kindness towards you. Don’t be frightened by the sounds of the other girls. Just be yourself and be obedient always.” Moira had warned as she helped you into your thin red silk robes. Your hands were shaking a little at the thought of how he would be. He’s a very large being and even with your above average height he still towered over you. You walk with your lady in waiting to his chambers. She knocks before his deep voice tells her to come in. You both walk in his room, a cloud of smoke from his pipe and the scent of sex filling the air. He’s smoking his pipe by the door to a balcony shifting his eyes to you, a puff of smoke leaving his lips and making the glowing red of his eyes even more menacing.

“Leave us.” He says to Moira. She bows and smiles at you softly before scurrying out of the room closing the door behind her. Your eyes trail down his naked form before landing on the two hard cocks that were standing proudly between his legs. You didn’t realize you had let out a gasp of surprise until Sukuna chuckled darkly at you before he strides to you slowly. He was like a cat stalking his prey right before he pounced.

“I surely hope you’re better than the last three. Their whining was all too little to satisfy me. Now kneel before your King.” His voice was hoarse and gravely due to the pipe smoke and the sex from earlier. You obliged silently, falling to your knees before him as he sat on his huge bed. You swallowed thickly gazing at his hard members and then snapping your eyes to his.

“What’re y’waiting for brat?” He growled grabbing your hair and pushing your head closer. You reached out and grasped the lower cock with Shakey hands as you let your tongue roll out and kitten lick the tip before you began sucking on it. A low noise resonated from his chest making you look up at him as he pushed you to take more of him in your mouth. He didn’t care that your teeth scraped the sides since he was so thick, the little sharp pains only making his cock throb more on your tongue.

“Mmmm the other three couldn’t even pick which one to suck first. Then they couldn’t even t-take me as far as you can. And they said you were the least experienced. Youre taking my cock so deep in your throat just like a good little slut should.” He praised growling every time the thick head of his dick pushed deeper in your throat. Tears were streaming down your cheeks as he fucked into your mouth slowly before forcing you off of him and dragging your mouth up to his.

“You’ve already impressed me. Don’t get greedy brat. Still gonna ruin your slutty little cunt.” He growled in between kisses as he discharged your kimono with one set of hands while the other lifted you onto his lap.

“Mmmh! M-my lord!~” you whine as he rubs you against both of his cocks, spreading your slick over both of them. He can’t take it anymore and uses two of his hands to lift you up and another to guide his lower cock inside you, your juices allowing his thick member to stretch you easily.

“S’like youre suckin me right in. Mmmhh fucking greedy little cunt huh?” He grunts as he sits you all the way down on him, his tip twitching right at your cervix, making you cry out his name. His lips are sucking and biting at your neck and collarbones marking you as his before he grips your hips tighter and begins fucking you up and down his length.

“Can’t wait to fuckin stretch you around both of them. Gonna fill this pussy so good.” He groans feeling you tightening around him and gripping his pink hair.

“P-please my lord! Please let me c-cum for you!” You whimper out loving how full you are. He chuckles darkly before you feel a hot wet tongue on your clit. The maw on his abdomen had rolled its tongue out to lick and suck on your clit while he was fucking you on his thick cock.

“You want to cum like this? Does it frighten you to be fucked like this? Too bad. You’re not cumming until I allow you to brat.” He growls against your neck before lifting you completely off of his cock and angling himself above you. His cocks jump at the sight of your pussy clenching around nothing and dripping with your arousal and his precum. He strokes both dicks before pushing the tips against your entrance. Your eyes snap open and look at him.

“Lord S-Sukuna both? I-I don’t know if I ca-“ he cuts you off by sending a sharp slap to your clit. “You can and you will.” Is all he said before plunging both of his inhumanly large cocks inside your weeping pussy. Your back arches off the bed and into his chest as you cry out, the stretch feeling so tight but so so damn good. He growled as he bottomed out inside your cunt, you felt every inch of him twitching inside you before he pulled his hips back and plunged right back inside.

“K-Kunaa~” was the only thing you could get out between your strangled moans and whines. He bared his teeth at you before setting a brutal pace as he fucked his cocks in and out of you, your wetness making a white ring at the base of both of his members.

“Mmm look how well you’re taking my cocks huh? Pretty little pussy just suckin m’in.” Sukuna groans as his pace relents. He pulls out just so the tips are in then he shoves them back in hard and slow, making your whole body shake with pleasure.

“Ahh S-Sukuna it’s t-too much hah fuck~” you whimper as the maw on his gut licks your clit again making you cry his name and cum around his cocks, he hisses at how tight you squeeze him. Sukuna’s pace quickens as he chases his own orgasm, half surprised at how well your body fits around his twin cocks. He leans down and nips at your neck before kissing you passionately. It quickly turns into a clashing of teeth and lips as he begins to put you into a deep mating press.

“M’gonna breed this cunt. F-fuck you’re so fucking tight for me. So wet. You gonna milk my cocks slut? Gonna take my seed deep in your womb?” Your voice has grown hoarse from moaning and screaming for him. His words swiping lightning to your core which is gushing around him still, his hard lengths rubbing every spot inside you as if you were made for him. One of his hands press down on the bulge in your lower stomach, tracing the dent his cocks we’re making every time he bottomed out. A dark chuckle bellows from his chest.

“Look at what m’doin to you. Ruining this pussy for any man. Feels like you’re cunts molded to the shape of my cocks.” His deep voice makes your legs shake in another wet and sloppy orgasm. Your nails are taking down every inch of skin you can reach on him, leaving angry red marks everywhere. Sukuna pants in your ear as his orgasm approaches. His grip on your thighs becoming bruising and his pace faltering. You can feel each of his cocks twitch before he half growls and half roses as he spills his hot thick cum inside your quivering pussy.

“Breed me My Lord p-please! Haah y-you feel so f-fucking good.” You cry as yet another orgasm crashes over you, a mix of both of your juices seeping from around his cocks that are buried deep inside you. Sukuna slowly pulls his cocks from your overstuffed hole, watching with a smirk as his seed spills from your used cunt.

“Fuckin gorgeous. I knew I had picked you for a reason. The last three whores couldn’t make me cum half as much as you did. Tell me brat, what would you say about me taking this pussy over and over, claiming you as mine?” His voice sends chills down your spine, his lips leaving more bites across your chest and neck.

“I’m here to satisfy you My Lord. To do as you say.” Was your answer. He hummed at that chuckling slightly. He knew sleep was about to take hold of you and you wouldn’t make it to your own chambers tonight. He sighed and did something he’s never done with a concubine before. Sukuna, the King of Curses, pulled you to his chest and draped his sheet over both of you, letting you sleep in his bedroom and skin to skin with him.

He looked down at you as you feel asleep, feeling a foreign feeling in his gut. He just knew he had to keep you. You took him so well and had no problem letting him do it until he was satisfied. He’s had favorable concubines before but you were different. You weren’t scared of him. You held your own against the other three when they were harassing you. You had that fire inside you similar to his on a minor scale. He actually admired your boldness. Sukuna made up his mind as he drifted into sleep, finally sated by you. You were to be his only concubine. He’d keep the other three for whatever else he wanted but you were his favorite.

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Can you please write teen reader pointing a gun at Jimmy's head and forcing him to eat her out. She keeps calling him "daddy," which eventually morphs into "dad," and by the end of it, she's sobbing a saying dad over and over again.. Please and thank you

hai sorry this took forever umm. and sorry it’s so terribly ass LOL don’t know how to write anymore… wanted to do this from jimmy’s perspective but i don’t think it would’ve worked so yah. no idea what this is

content warning: 18+, dead dove do not eat, faux incest, non/dub-con, gunpoint, daddy kink, daddy issues, etc etc

“Just do it, Jimmy, please.” You add the nice word to lighten the situation a little, granted you’re holding Jimmy at gunpoint as you speak. “I’ll use it if you don’t.” 

You’re trying to be stern but your words come out so meekly. Probably ‘cause you’ve never held, let alone fired a gun before. Ever. 

He huffs, arms crossed over his chest confidently, not up in the air—palms open to prove he’s not a threat like they should be. Almost like he’s amused. “You’re bluffing.” 

It’s loaded, unsafened and your finger is resting on the trigger. Well, Jimmy should watch you ‘bluff’ this. 

Your hands shake as you pull the trigger with a deafening bang!, narrowly missing Jimmy by a couple of inches and landing a shot in the wall behind him. 

“Shit!” Jimmy jumps out of his skin like the man in the box, covering his ears. “Fuck—fucking… crazy bitch.”

You can’t help but giggle a little. Not bad for a first time. 

“Where’d you even get that?” His scowl exaggerates, still very obviously trying to catch his breath. 

“Do it…” stalking closer still aiming at him, you lift up your skirt ever so slightly in an attempt to entice him, “Jimmy.”

‘Cause he’s not the type to give head out of his own free will—you know him that well. 

“Fine! Jesus fuck.” Jimmy snaps once the firearm nears his chest, getting down on his knees and starting to pull down your panties like a good doggy. “Goddamn insane,” he mutters, glaring up at you. 

The barrel of your (daddy’s) gun is pointed right to Jimmy’s dampening forehead. 

One shot—another simple flick of the trigger and he’s as good as dead. 

Feels like forever before Jimmy finally licks an angry stripe up your slit. Again, not bad for a first time. Your first time—not Jimmy’s. You don’t think. But you certainly hope, would make you special. 

“Oh!” You yelp, half-surprised and half-pleased, the other word just slips out so nicely. “Daddy…”

“You’ve mfucking losht it,” is spoken into your pussy, sending vibrations through you—oddly makes you wish Jimmy would keep talking. 

For the first time in your life, you think you understand pornstars and their excessive moaning. ‘Cause you’re having a really hard time shutting up. 

“Deeper, daddy, or I’ll pull the trigger, I swear I will.”

And Jimmy has the fucking audacity to pull away. Just to be snarky. “Who’s going to eat your pussy then?” 

“Shut up!” You grip the back of his head, fingers tangling into his hair and forcing him deeper between your thighs. Till his prickly stubble gives you rug burn. 

Jimmy’s munching away at your cunt like a starved bulldog—letting his nose scrunch up against your mound and letting his spit drip down your legs. 

His tongue stretches you out, licking so far up you see Jesus Christ. 

Eyes rolling so far back into your skull that you can see your brain, you repeat it over and over like a mantra. “Daddy daddy daddy…” 

You can’t stop yourself from humping Jimmy’s face, hiccups of pleasure interrupting your moans. Like you’re drunk on Jimmy’s mouth on your pussy alone. 

“Dad—“ you’re so far gone you barely even notice what you just said—well, what a hitch of your breath technically made you say.

Jimmy doesn’t stop. Neither does your orgasm. 

“Dad,” you gasp, body tensing up as his blunt nails dig into your ass, helping you hump his face, “dad, fuck…”

You practically explode, cumming so loud you give opera singers a run for their money. 

It doesn’t last very long. Post-nut clarity hits you harder than dad’s belt. A smack to each cheek and another smack straight in the face for good measure.  

Jimmy shoves you away from him, leaving you shuffling and stumbling across some factory floor while he gets up on his feet. 

Where even are you? What are you doing? 

“I’m sorry,” your gun drops to the floor, hands clutching everywhere on yourself you can reach. “I’m so sorry, dad, sorry…”

You’re given a look by Jimmy that tells you he wants to beat the shit out of you, whoop your ass real hard—but he doesn’t. Just judges you silently. 

You can’t stand to look at Jimmy any longer. The spit - possibly your cum - gleaming in his stubble, the indent of your gun to his forehead, the growing bulge in his pants. 

Before you know it, you’re on the floor, gripping your head in disbelief and sobbing like a baby. You should be in fucking jail. 

He probably thinks you’re a freak. So desperate to get your pussy eaten that you’d hold someone at gunpoint for it. That’s exactly what it looks like. 

For some reason Jimmy is still there. Not calling the cops, not even walking away. 

“Nasty bitch,” he kicks at you like you’re a sad old dog, then most likely has an epiphany ‘cause he gets down to embrace you. Jimmy’s grip on you is tight like restraints, petting your hair hard enough to almost flatten your head. “Daddy did this to you, huh?”

You shake your head, covering your face with your hands—getting them all snotty and wet with your tears ‘cause you don’t want to be seen. You don’t even know which part of this shit-show he’s referring to. 

You grab onto Jimmy’s shirt to pull him closer so he can hold you just a little longer, dirtying the fabric and calling him dad over and over like it’s the only word you know. 

[satsugacafe]

𝐘𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

➳❥ 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: (1) Can you please write sfw and nsfw headcanons for jugram, yhwach (separately) x fem reader? Thanks ❤️❤️ (2) Hello, how are you? Can I request headcanons (sfw and nsfw) for yhwach? reader being your wife?Thank you so much - @akira-yoshida

➳❥ 𝐀/𝐍: I felt like I took too long to answer this due to the length of time it has been sitting in my asks. Apologies.

➳❥ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: (18+) content, GN!reader in SFW section, fem!reader in NSFW section, breeding, some talks about impregnating, asphyxiation, spanking, rough sex, dom!Yhwach, sub!reader, fingering, power dynamics, possessiveness

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 ❤︎ SFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა This man falling in love with you was not on his list of things to conquer in the upcoming thousands of years, but when he did fall in love, he added you to his list. To him, loving you was never a fleeting moment sort of attraction, it was like any other challenge he faced—something he must overcome.

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to Yhwach having you at his side, he ensures that you, most of all, understand the status you hold and how to properly command it. Use it to your benefit and never submit in fear. He wants you to understand that you are his equal—a title he doesn’t take lightly—and demonstrate this to his followers. “You must know your worth when you stand at my side,” he’ll whisper to you.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not forget who you are,” he once told you after someone had the audacity to question your position. “And do not allow others to forget, either.” There was no room for doubt—you were his equal, his other half.

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, any romantic gesture from this man is never done lightly, even if it were to be executed in public, before his followers—they know better than to comment. His voice is an octave softer, such as his eyes, but his arms around your waist are anything but gentle, more firm with possessiveness.

˚₊‧꒰ა His jealousy is barely there. At the same time, he doesn’t want to appear overprotective and the annoying type of lover who watches your every move. There is a level of trust he bestows upon you, so don’t break it. But he can’t help but feel irritated whenever a lower-rank officer stands too close, breathes in your direction, makes you laugh and smile a bit too much, or addresses you without your titles.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wants his empire to see and know, not by only mere whispers, that he has chosen someone to stand at his side in the new world. His kisses and touches are possessive, but not the frightening kind. The ones that are domineering, wanting you to understand that he is yours, and you are his.

˚₊‧꒰ა His decision to be with you was not something to be viewed lightly. He meant to be with you to the very end of all time. There was no backing out or breaking up. It was until death do you part. That’s how he viewed his relationship with you. Whether you married him or not.

˚₊‧꒰ა Marriage to him wasn’t anything of great importance. Everyone already knew you belonged to him, so there wasn’t a need to question whether or not you were his. You. Were. His. However, should you request a wedding because you wanted the experience, it would be quite regal.

˚₊‧꒰ა Banners everywhere, the entire guards in their royal attire, assembled to witness their Empire tie himself to his partner. He will, for once, forgo the tattered cloak, as he waits for you at the altar to speak your vows and exchange rings. Might forgo rings and use the Quincy Cross instead.

˚₊‧꒰ა One minute you’re talking to the officer and the next, the poor Soldat is on their knees, grovelling, under the weight of Yhwach’s reiatsu. He’ll stand at the other end of the room or sit on his throne with a smug expression as he regards the insolent fool who thought for a second that they had a chance. You’re lucky if he doesn’t kill them right before your eyes in a blur.

˚₊‧꒰ა He probably has done so a few times when he was already in a terrible mood and saw some lowly, insolent fool trying their hand. Gone in an instant, while you’re left standing there, horrified, covered in specks of blood. The number of arguments you had with him for getting you messed up…you weren’t even fazed by him killing his men. You were accustomed to it by now.

˚₊‧꒰ა He demands loyalty. It is expected of anyone who enters his army, and you are not spared from his heavily implied demand for loyalty. “You are my equal. One I have not chosen lightly. I expect that you understand the weight this bears and what must be returned,” he states while he holds your chin and lifts your head upwards to meet his crimson eyes.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not mistake my silence for disinterest,” he mutters one evening after you questioned him about his lack of interest in your indulges. He was someone who valued efficiency, not priding himself on the unnecessary, but it changed when you entered the picture. However, he prefers to sit back and observe you in your element as you engage in your enjoyment. “If I did not care, I would not be here.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Very observant when it came to you, to the point that it might become unsettling due to his accuracy. Even before he lost his Almighty, he already had the inclination to what was wrong before you even came to him. And when you were troubled, he rarely spoke, letting you express yourself as you saw fit while he held you closely. A tender, “I am listening,” should you hesitate.

˚₊‧꒰ა In private, his touch withdraws from possessive and domineering to something reverent and tender—he has to opportunity to appreciate you in all your glory. “You feel soft. You feel like mine,” he muttered, lying on his bed, you’re the only person allowed in his room, he’ll hold you close and bask in the tranquillity. Your scent, your softness, your presence, your voice, everything about you.

˚₊‧꒰ა His touch would be slow, deliberate, and never rushed as he traces his fingers over your pulse as if he was memorising the rhythm, grounding himself in the fact that you were real and here with him still.

˚₊‧꒰ა He melts into your touch anytime you run your fingers through his hair, combing and brushing it out after he had a long, tedious day. Um…you’re not going to get through with styling it—that I am absolutely positive on. Help him wash and tidy his hair, keeping him groomed and pristine, and that’s all. Mayhap a single braid to display the true length and fullness of his hair.

˚₊‧꒰ა You did not soften him, nor did you change him. He remained the man he always was—unyielding, pragmatic, a force of nature that could not be swayed. But you gave him something he had not had in millennia: someone to return to.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach was not a man of apologies, nor did he see the point in them. If he wronged you, he would rectify it through actions rather than words. A rare instance of compromise, and unspoken acknowledgement of fault—it was his way of making amends. Of course, this also included gifts and being spoilt.

˚₊‧꒰ა Nothing that ever came from Yhwach was done without meaning. Each gift provided carried a weight of something sentimental and meaningful—never a person to do things half-heartedly. If you received an entire library, he understood you enjoyed reading. If you had an entire wing of the palace dedicated to you, he respected that you appreciated tranquillity and not being bothered. “Tell me what you desire, and I will ensure you are well cared for, engel.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Please do not get injured. He already trusts you when you go out there to participate in recruiting Quincies and fighting other battles, knowing that you are strong and capable of holding your own ground. The last thing he needed to hear was you returning, injured or on the brink of death.

˚₊‧꒰ა The assailant will no longer be permitted to live—that much is understandable. As for you, he will never stop talking about how you got yourself wounded and nearly killed. Deep down, it’s his way of letting you know his concern, though he wouldn’t come outrightly and spill the beans. “Do you have any idea how foolish that was of you! If you had died—”

˚₊‧꒰ა You have to compete with Jugram on who can be more loyal to Yhwach. You also have to deal with Jugram cautiously nitpicking the things you do that he suspects will upset His Majesty, only for you to rub it in his face that you have permission. The bickering between you two is endless, and Yhwach gets a kick out of how you make his right-hand man composure falter.

˚₊‧꒰ა Uses sweet names with you. ‘Schatz, engel, liebchen, geliebter, Kleine,’ and so forth. They will be whispered sweetly into your skin as he holds you closely, shielding you from the world, wishing that you are not taken from him as so many others have in the past.

˚₊‧꒰ა “You are the only person I will ever tolerate,” he admitted once when you questioned why he allowed you to disrupt his calculated life. “The only anomaly I choose not to erase. You are meaningful to me.” It was not the traditional declaration of love one would expect, but from him, it was everything.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he speaks about the future of the empire, he always remembers to include you at his side in his declarations. Wherever he goes, you’re at his side, or a few steps behind him. He will seek your counsel when he requires the voice of someone who understands his ambitions.

˚₊‧꒰ა Values your insight apart from Haschwalth and will request your presence whenever meetings are being held. Speaking of which, his pride surges anytime he stands aside, observing you commanding his men with confidence. Accepting your role as a leader at his side.

˚₊‧꒰ა Like I mentioned, he is possessive and any chance he has to display it, he will not hesitate. One of his best ways to convey this is through kisses. They are rough and possessive—his grip on you tightens and becomes firm, unyielding as he pins you against any surface or to his chest. You’re not allowed to move until he’s finished.

˚₊‧꒰ა Loves to hear you speak about him. Basically glorifying and praising this man gets him turned on and pleased. He loves it (if you hadn’t noticed from the way everyone spoke highly of him). Once again, you’re only competition is Jugram.

「 ❤︎ NSFW Headcanons ❤︎ 」

˚₊‧꒰ა Okay, first and foremost, his cock is massive, thick with a prominent vein running along the underside. The length stretches far past what any normal person could handle comfortably, and the girth is there to ensure that you will feel every inch. He’s not for the faint-hearted.

˚₊‧꒰ა He possesses a dominating aura that naturally demands submission, his presence alone is enough to make you feel utter claim even before he lays a hand on you. Yhwach doesn’t submit and he isn’t, EVER. This man fucked like he was conquering you, like he had to claim you each time he took you.

˚₊‧꒰ა He commanded pleasure as if it was his divine right, orchestrating every cry, every gasp, every trembling orgasm with ruthless precision. He did not tolerate disobedience in bed—if you dared to tease or deny him, he would pin you down, wrench your legs apart, and fuck submission into your very core.

˚₊‧꒰ა He relished bending you to his will, your body trembling, voice hoarse from begging. His favourite thing to you would be having a hand wrapped around your throat, just to remind you of where you belonged and to who. And when he did take you, it would mostly be face-down, ass-up, where you had no choice but to take what he gave.

˚₊‧꒰ა Dirty talking was something he did all the time, but it was mostly done under his possessive streak. His words were always punctuated with, ‘Mine,’ or ‘My,’ anytime he was whispering filth in your ear. Enjoying the way you squeezed him tighter with each word that escaped his lips.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look at you, ruined, dripping with my cum. You think you can take another man after this? You’re mine, Kleine (little one).” “You were made to take my cock, weren’t you? Every time I fuck you, you mould around me like you were built for it.” If you dared to argue, he would silence you with a harsh thrust, fucking the words out your throat until all you could do was moan his name.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach isn’t someone who’s sex-craven, so it’s not all the time isn’t interested in indulging. So most of time, you’re the one to rile him up, get him in the mood and all worked up. Tease him under the table during a meeting, be a brat, wear something he’ll lose his mind over, display your confidence and authority, and you will get bent over the table or his throne.

˚₊‧꒰ა Whether he was frustrated or calm, his stamina was unmatched and there was no mercy in his pace. He was relentless—hard, fast, and deep with a rhythm that left no room for anything but pleasure and submission. He reaches deep and makes you feel him all the way in your tummy (you’re gonna have a tummy ache), and with the way he can go for hours, never tiring, you’re becoming an overstimulated, trembling mess.

˚₊‧꒰ა Yhwach never did things half-assed, so when he was going all out, he expected suitable responses. Meaning: moan, cry, whimper, whine, scream, sob, and beg. He wants to hear you sing as he pleasured you, thoroughly. “Just like that, my love. Let me hear you,” he’ll groan in delight as he pushes himself deeper.

˚₊‧꒰ა He’s a man who loves lingerie, and more the simpler pieces like the satin nightgowns with lace trimmings, perhaps a silk babydoll piece that compliments your figure. That’s not to say he doesn’t have an affinity for the lingerie that contains garter belts, more pieces and whatnot, he’s a simple man when it comes to what turns him on. You could wear anything, and he’s sprung—of course, he does have his preferences.

  ˚₊‧꒰ა Okay, so it is probably known that he has a HUGE thing for breeding. And for him, it’s done out of claiming you, and ruining you so no one else will ever satisfy you the way he does. Also, he doesn’t believe in making a mess when he’s so generous when it comes to giving you his cum. The least you could do is be stuffed by it.

˚₊‧꒰ა It is his way of marking you as well—the best way. He wants you dripping with a bulge in your belly, and one orgasm was never enough. He will fill you over and over until his cum was stuffed in every crevice. No part of you was going to be left untouched, which meant that if you were into anal, he’ll fill you up there as well and then stand back and watch as his cum dripped out your holes.

˚₊‧꒰ა Very quietly, he’ll reach out to run his fingers over your skin, smiling as you trembled from the sheer intensity of everything, and spread your legs wider so he can have a better view of his cum oozing out. His fingers would dip into the mess as he moved to finger your pussy into another orgasm as if the nth number you had wasn’t enough. He liked the sound of your heat squelching as he fucked his cum into you and into another orgasm.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Look at you, dripping like you still want me to stuff you more. You’d like that, won’t you?” he’ll murmur and tangle his fingers in your hair, forcing you to look at him. “You want more? Ruin this pussy and make it mine?”

˚₊‧꒰ა Now, with the breeding, Yhwach wouldn’t mind engaging for the sake of you carrying on his legacy, giving him an actual heir made from his flesh, and not just blood only. He would like the idea behind it; however, he tends to use breeding as more possessiveness and marking.

˚₊‧꒰ა When it comes to other forms of marking you, look forward to him spanking you for all those times you’ve been a brat or just sassed him. Some bite marks would surface on your kiss, followed by hickeys by the dozens. Show them off, he likes it when you do. “Let everyone know who you belonged to. No one would dare question my claim.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Ah, how can I forget. He got you a necklace, and or, anklet, so when he’s fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, his name dangles right by his ear. Letting you know who was making you feel so good, and having you cry all over his cock.

˚₊‧꒰ა Not a loud or vocal person, apart from the dirty talking. I don’t know. He doesn’t strike me as the type to moan, something about it makes him feel like he’s losing his control and dominance. Anyway, if you DO want him to moan, on your knees and put that mouth to use, and all that talk about him not moaning would become false.

˚₊‧꒰ა “Do not mistake the sounds from my throat for a loss of con—” It’s one of the easiest ways to make him lose himself since his control is otherworldly. He can never stay silent for too long, and soft grunts and groans will escape his mouth. Should you point them out, teasing him, he’ll push your head back down to take his cock and shut you up. It’s clear that he doesn’t enjoy being called out—so do it.

˚₊‧꒰ა The reward is promising. A nice session bent over his throne or he makes you ride him until he decides to take over. Something he indulges in quite often—and I’m referring to having you ride him on his throne. Since he’s there for most of the day, he invited you to sit on his lap and make yourself comfortable.

˚₊‧꒰ა He doesn’t rush, or command you, but should you start taunting him, he’ll press you against his chest and bind your wrists behind your back while he thrusts upwards at a blinding speed. Moan and cry out to him, “It’s what you wanted from the start, isn’t it, Kleine? That’s why you came to see me.”

˚₊‧꒰ა Other positions he would love to see you in, apart from face-down, ass-up and riding him: against a wall where he can lift your legs off the ground, bent over a table, bed, desk and mating press. He obviously wants all those positions where you’re helpless and he can pin you under or against him, left with no choice but to take his deep and hard thrusts.

˚₊‧꒰ა Something that he enjoys doing is binding your hands and legs with reishi. He’ll scoff if you held up a rope or handcuffs as you request to be tied up and opt for binding yours with reishi. You looked prettier in blue.

˚₊‧꒰ა When you’re at his mercy, all tied up on his bed with lustful eyes, he wants nothing more than to worship and ruin you at the same time. His mouth will devour every inch of you, leaving no part untouched, and in the same way he enjoys when you go down on him, it is returned with equal fervour.

˚₊‧꒰ა He wouldn’t spend eternity between your legs, preferring for his cock to do that instead, but he’s wickedly good with his mouth and savours the act of your clamping your thighs around his head when the pleasure escalated. Although, he would rather you kept your legs spread nice and wide for him, he wants an obstructive view of the task at hand. You’re not in control, he is.

˚₊‧꒰ა His goal for to have you hypersensitive, wanting a mess all over his face, seeing your trembling, clutching the sheet for dear life and struggling to breathe. He wants to reduce you to the ultimate mess—fuels his ego and makes him want to push you further.

˚₊‧꒰ა When he’s finished, you will be left feeling like jelly, melting into the mattress with no concept of where you are—he’s thorough. Yhwach will keep you close, holding you against his chest, fingers trailing over your sweat-soaked skin, murmuring quiet reminders of who you belonged to, and how well you did. Small, gentle kisses along your skin while his fingers squeezed your muscles, a rare show of affection reserved only for you.

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @edensrose @spellboundsuguru @kennys-partner @cookielovesbook-akie

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[callsign-rogueone]

How do you think the fourth wing characters would be like with a little sister? Who would be overprotective and spoil you, who'd constantly tease and fight with you, or not be close with you at all? Obviously for the ones who have sibling(s) in canon we have some idea, but I'd really like to hear your thoughts, especially on Bodhi, Garrick, Imogen, and Xaden! 🩷🖤

I love this ask! sorry it took me so long, and that these are short. I had to think about the sibling dynamics for a while. my brother and I were never very close, so idk what’s “normal”, if that makes sense.

Imogen:

she’s the youngest sibling in canon, so if she had an even-younger sibling, she’d go protective mode times a thousand after your parents’ execution. you are not leaving her sight unless absolutely necessary, and anyone who doesn't pass the vibe check is not going anywhere near you. she’s fighting tooth and nail to stay with you when they split up the 107 for fostering.

she relaxes a little after a while — a little. but she’s still the one to interrogate you about where you’re going, with who, when you’ll be back…

she’s not the warm and fuzzy type by any stretch of the imagination, so the way that she shows you love might look a little different than “normal”. but if/when shit hits the fan, you know that she’ll come running when you call, and the other way around, too.

Bodhi:

he’s the one that spoils you, our sweetheart. anything that you need for any reason will just materialize in your room. (his family comes from money, so it’s fine).

his philosophy is that a) you deserve it all, and also b) you have enough to worry about with the current state of the world (because you absolutely know about all of that wyvern and venin stuff. he’s not leaving you in the dark about it) and having to eventually go to the death trap that is basgiath war college. just let him take care of you, and do the things that he can.

if you got split up, heaven forbid, he visits you all the time. and brings presents, of course.

he’s the touchy one. it’s common for y’all to be directly next to each other all the time, or for you to be laid on the couch with your feet in his lap, whatever. (these are probably bad examples. idk.)

no goodbyes without hugs, ever, because he knows that any day could be his or your last.

Garrick:

I’ve thought about this a lot because of sweets!!

he’s going to invest time in teaching you to protect yourself, as he won’t always be nearby to defend you (especially after he leaves for Basgiath and then graduates to go to Samara and you’re left behind). all of them would do that, but he's the one knocking on your door at the crack of dawn to go run 3 miles with him before breakfast — no days off for this one.

he’s also the one who teases the most. you two are gonna be bantering all the time. outsiders might be concerned, but you and those closest to you know that it’s out of love.

lets you borrow (steal) his clothes, especially when you’re cold or want to be extra comfy. some days you just need a sweater that hangs down to your knees, okay?

the sleeves are also way too long, so you whap him with one, and then he’s putting you in a headlock and messing up your hair until you apologize.

also; intimidates the shit out of any boy you would bring home, because no matter who it is, he could absolutely beat them in a fight. you have to bribe / beg him to stay away whenever you have company, because he’s scared off three potential boyfriends already. his argument is that if they’re too scared of him, they wouldn’t be able to protect you. and maybe he knows that somebody else likes you, anyway…

Xaden:

I feel like out of all the fw characters, I have the least grasp of Xaden, despite him being the MMC. anyway…

similarly to garrick, he’s putting you through the paces to get you physically prepared. maintaining the skills your dad taught you (because fen would have taught all of his kids to fight, regardless of gender), and building on them by practicing with brennan or the other elders.

he’s the one you have random, deep conversations with at 2am over snacks, where you say some incredibly profound, introspective things, and then never mention it again. you both silently understand that anything you tell each other doesn’t leave that room.

you understand how much weight he has on his shoulders, and so you try to take care of him too sometimes. lots of silent gestures between you — if he’s doing laundry, he’ll throw some of your stuff in too, if you’re going to town you pick up a piece of cake from the bakery for him… etc.

that’s all I have for now. might reblog and add more thoughts if they come to me!

[vigilxntesht]

𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - kang no-eul x reader

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 - kang no-eul x f!reader

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 - 1.2k

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i’m so sorry that this is so short but i’m really sick right now and can barely get out of bed so i hope this is enough!

𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚

on a quiet night by the shore, kang no-eul walks beside you, distant yet thoughtful. she has always struggled with expressing love, but tonight feels different. as the silence stretches, she finally speaks—revealing her fears, her hesitations, and, most importantly, her love for you.

the night was quiet except for the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore. a salty breeze drifted through the air, crisp and cool, carrying the faint scent of the ocean. overhead, the sky stretched endlessly, dusted with stars, the moon casting a soft silver glow over the water.

you walked beside kang no-eul, your girlfriend of several months, along the deserted beach. the sand beneath your feet was damp and firm, the tide rolling in and out in a gentle lullaby. it was peaceful—serene, even.

and yet, something in no-eul felt distant.

she wasn’t touching you, though that wasn’t unusual. she had never been the type to initiate physical affection, not in the way most couples did. even after months of being together, she was still hesitant, still careful, as if love was something fragile, something that might slip through her fingers if she wasn’t careful.

but there was something else tonight, too. a tension in her shoulders, a quiet weight in her silence. she was always quiet, always reserved, but this silence was different. it wasn’t the comfortable kind you had grown used to. it felt heavier, more uncertain.

the two of you had been walking for a while, side by side but not quite close enough to touch. she had been the one to suggest this: this late night walk, just the two of you, with nothing but the sea and the sky as witnesses. that alone had surprised you. she didn’t usually make plans like this.

that was the thing about her. she cared, but she showed it in ways that weren’t always obvious. she never said things like i miss you, but she would wait outside your workplace if you stayed too late, her excuse always something like, i was in the area. she didn’t shower you with compliments, but she remembered the smallest details—like how you took your coffee, or which songs made you smile, or which days you needed her the most.

so when she had asked if you wanted to go on a walk tonight, you had agreed without hesitation, even if you weren’t quite sure why she had suggested it.

now, as the two of you walked along the shoreline, the distant city lights flickering behind you, you wondered what was on her mind.

“no-eul?” you said finally, breaking the silence.

she didn’t respond right away. her dark eyes were fixed ahead, her expression unreadable, but you noticed the subtle way her fingers twitched in her pockets—like she was debating something.

then, after a long pause, she exhaled. “yeah?”

“you’ve been quiet,” you said gently.

she huffed a quiet laugh, but there was no real amusement in it. “i’m always quiet.”

“that’s true,” you admitted. “but this feels different.”

she didn’t say anything to that. instead, she kicked at the sand beneath her shoe, watching as the grains scattered in the wind.

you studied her, the way her jaw tightened slightly, the way her brows furrowed just enough to tell you that she was thinking—really thinking.

after a moment, she sighed.

“i don’t know how to do this,” she murmured.

you blinked. “do what?”

she hesitated. the wind picked up slightly, blowing strands of her dark hair across her face. she didn’t move to fix it. instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the horizon, as if it was easier to talk to the ocean than to you.

“this,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm. “us.”

your chest tightened.

she turned her head slightly, just enough to glance at you, and for the first time that night, you saw something vulnerable in her expression. no-eul, who was always so composed, always so unreadable: she was uncertain.

“i mean, i know we’re together,” she continued, her fingers curling into her jacket pockets. “but i don’t know if i’m doing it right.”

you frowned. “no-eul…”

“i know i don’t do… the things people expect,” she interrupted, her voice steady but laced with something hesitant. “i don’t say the right things. i don’t—i’m not good at all that… romance stuff.”

your heart ached at the way she said it—like she had been thinking about this for a long time. like she genuinely believed she wasn’t enough.

“i don’t need you to be any certain way,” you told her softly. “i just need you.”

she exhaled, shaking her head slightly.

“i think about it a lot,” she admitted. “i see how easy it is for other people. the way they just… know what to do. and i wonder if i should be different. if i should try harder.”

she paused, and when she spoke again, her voice was quieter.

“i don’t know if i show you enough,” she murmured.

you felt your throat tighten.

“you do,” you whispered.

she let out a slow breath, like she wasn’t sure whether or not to believe you. then, hesitantly, she pulled her hand from her pocket and reached for yours. it was stiff at first—her fingers slightly awkward, uncertain. but when you curled your fingers around hers, she held on.

the two of you walked like that for a while, hand in hand, the waves brushing against the shore.

and then, after what felt like an eternity, she stopped walking.

she turned toward you, her grip tightening, and for the first time in months of being together, she looked nervous.

“i love you.” she said suddenly.

the words hung between you, heavy and real.

you sucked in a breath, eyes widening.

no-eul never said things she didn’t mean. she wasn’t careless with her words. if she said this—if she admitted this—it meant everything.

she swallowed, her gaze flickering away for a moment, as if she was afraid of your reaction. “i haven’t said it before because i didn’t know how,” she confessed. “and because… saying it makes it real. and real means it could be taken away.”

your chest ached at her honesty.

“no-eul…” you whispered.

she exhaled sharply, like she was frustrated with herself.

“but i do. i love you.”

you felt warmth flood your chest, emotions swelling so fast it nearly overwhelmed you. you reached up, cupping her face gently, and this time, she leaned into it.

her eyes met yours, dark and raw and vulnerable, and when you whispered…

“i love you too.”

…something in her cracked.

she pulled you into her arms, holding onto you tightly, like she was afraid you might slip away. you felt the way she clung to you, the way her breath trembled slightly against your shoulder. and for the first time, no-eul—the oh so stoic, composed no-eul—let herself feel.

you held her just as tightly, letting her know that love wasn’t something to be feared. that she didn’t have to be perfect at it. that just being here, just being her, was enough.

the waves crashed softly in the distance, the stars glittering above.

and under the quiet moonlight, kang no-eul let herself love you.

[secret-moonstruck]

UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON | ENHYPEN ??

Weekly challenge: secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Only one victim, only one heart was needed for Y/N to invoke her powers through the moon. But seven could be much more appetizing.

— Genre: smut, gore.

— Words: 5.512.

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, injuries, slaps, pet play, submission, blood, gore, death, murder.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Y/N's golden eyes sparkled as she watched from the top of the building the group of friends leaving a restaurant. Her pointy, red nails drummed on the floor beside her as a smile covered her lips.

Normally she would just wait for the night of the full moon to arrive, then choose a pure and innocent victim with a kind soul, take her to her home where she would devour his heart, intensifying his powers and extending his immortality.

But she still had time, so she spent the whole night observing this group of friends, they were as close as brothers, there was a connection between them that Y/N could feel even from a distance. They were the type of people who would do anything for each other, a connection probably created over many years since they were children. A connection that Y/N would love to ruin, a connection that would certainly leave their sweet little hearts in pieces when broken, making them even tastier, and giving Y/N much more power. She decided to have some fun for the next few days before performing the ritual.

Y/N waited for them to separate and he chose your victim.

Sunghoon was alone, the empty and silent street now wet from the sudden rain, it was then that he heard the sound of crying in the distance in an alley. He followed the sound and as he turned the corner he saw the girl lying on the ground, injured, crying, her clothes soaked and dirty.

- Oh my god, what happened to you? - He asked worriedly, approaching the girl, trying to lift her.

- I was attacked, a strange creature, I managed to escape but I couldn't go any further. - She said desperately through tears.

- Come, I'll help you.  - He lifted her onto his lap, as she didn't seem able to walk at the moment.

Not knowing what to do, Sunghoon took the girl to his apartment.

- Thank you for helping me. My name is Y/N. - She said as she left the bathroom, now clean, dry and wearing Sunghoon's clothes. 

- Imagine, it was nothing. Are you better? - He asked approaching her. - I'm Sunghoon.

- Yes, I am, thank you very much. - She replied, but she was holding her arm covering something.

Sunghoon noticed this and took her hand away noticing a wound, he turned her around and noticed that the wound went to her back.

- You're not well. - He said scolding her. - Come on, let's take care of this.

He made her sit on the couch with her back facing him while he tended to the wound, but the wound was covered by the shirt she was wearing.

- Y/N... I'm sorry but I can't take care of that part.

- Okay. Just a minute. - Y/N replied, adjusting herself.

Sunghoon was shocked, she simply took off her shirt and held it against her chest. Your back completely exposed to him. 

Not knowing how to react he started to tend to the wound, he didn't know what to think, how could she do that if she didn't even know him. What if he was someone bad and attacked her?

Sunghoon's long fingers slowly touched Y/N's bare back, he had already finished treating the wound but without realizing it he began to caress her soft skin, causing goosebumps.

- Sunghoon… - Y/N moaned his name, almost inaudible, but he heard her. 

He continued to caress her, his hands passing through her arms as he approached her body, he seemed in a trance, she automatically tilted her neck, leaving it exposed to him, who slowly distributed kisses.

Sunghoon didn't know what was happening, he never acted like this on impulse, with a stranger, but something about her was enchanting him. He couldn't think, his body just acted on instinct. He turned her towards him and kissed her, an intense kiss and even though it was soft it was covered in flames. Both being set on fire as he pulled her onto his lap, stripping her of her clothes, Y/N's eager hands doing the same to him. I wish them consuming in an explosion of pleasure, a night he was sure he would never forget.

The next morning, when Sunghoon woke up Y/N was missing, she left a note.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, I hope you don't think wrong about me, I'm not that kind of person, something about you weakened me, I acted without thinking. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon felt that the note had a sweet aroma, and as he reread the note he felt a burning sensation in his chest, when he looked at what it was he saw a strange mark, it looked like some kind of writing marking in red, but he couldn't identify it, his chest burned again and the mark disappeared.

Jay didn't like going to parties but it was his friend's birthday so he agreed to go. He just stood there among his friends drinking while watching the dance floor. He was bored, he wanted to get away from there, it was noisy, crowded, hot, uncomfortable, he just wanted to be in the comfort of his home.

He was about to say goodbye to his friends when he saw her. He couldn't help but smile at how lost the girl looked, her innocent eyes looking around looking scared of the crowd. She was beautiful, she didn't have the look of someone who was there to have sex with anyone, she had an appearance with a subtle and natural sensuality, contrasting with her innocent look. Jay felt sorry for her and decided to see if she needed help.

- Sorry to approach you like this, but do you need help? Are you looking for someone?

- Ooooh, my friends disappeared, I don't know if they left, I don't even know how I'm going to get home, I don't even know where this place is. - She seemed worried.

- Hmmm, well, if you accept trusting a stranger. I can take it. - He offered it to her. - My name is Jay.

- Serious? Will you help me? Thanks Jay. - She jumped excitedly. – Me I call Y/N. Thank you very much indeed.

As they approached the car, Jay noticed that Y/N stopped walking.

- I'm sorry, Jay.  - Y/N said between tears. - I lied, my friends didn't leave me alone. They saw that I was interested in you and let me see if I could get close to you. I'm sorry. You don't have to take me. I'm sorry, I'll call them.

He stopped for a moment, watching her as he thought. He normally wouldn't go out with a stranger he met at a random party. But something about her attracted him, he felt something pulling him towards that girl, who had a balance of innocence and sensuality. He saw her face in tears and wanted to protect her from anything that made her cry, but it also made him want to.

- Don't be sorry Y/N, I'm not mad or anything. - He said caressing her face. - You wanted my attention and you got it.

Jay held her face between his big hands and kissed her. It started out as something soft and gentle, but little by little he felt himself burning up for her. He pulled her closer, his hands going down to her exposed legs, he was about to lift her up when he remembered they were in a public parking lot. He wouldn't do that to her there.

- Y/N if you really want to go through with this, we can go to my apartment. - He said to the girl who just nodded, her face red and anxious.

When they arrived at Jay's apartment, they barely made it through the door before he kissed her again, a trail of clothes everywhere they went. His body burned against hers, their bodies seemed to recognize each other as they moved in sync, while sighs mixed throughout the room.

Jay woke up in the middle of the night with Y/N ​​still lying on his chest as he felt his chest burning, he watched as a strange mark appeared over it, the strange letters disappearing as quickly as they appeared. He thought it was some dream so he just ignored it.

Sunoo was walking back to her apartment when he saw her hunched over, huddled in front of the apartment next door, she looked frustrated.

- Hello, did something happen? - He asked the girl gently.

- Oooh, I moved away little by little to this apartment…but I'm so stupid that I forgot my password. - She replied making a face.

Sunoo laughed, she looked cute, but he noticed how she was wearing a short white dress, which didn't make sense since it was really cold.

- How about we do it like this? You can come in and warm up a bit while you try to remember your password. - He offered, worried that she would freeze there. - Could it be?

- Would you do that? Aaaah thank you so much, I was afraid I was going to freeze to death…my brain apparently already froze. - She joked.

While she was trying to remember her password, Sunoo made them hot chocolate. Neither of them noticed the hours passing as they chatted animatedly, Y/N for a moment forgot why she was there, she really was comfortable with his sweetness. But as easily as she forgot, she remembered why she was there, she had no time to waste. Maintaining her awkward posture, she spilled her hot chocolate on him.

- Oh no, I'm sorry Sunoo. - She desperately tried to help him. - This is so hot, did you burn yourself?

- No, it's okay.  - He smiled calming her before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. - There's no need to worry Y/N, it's okay.

- Here, let me help you. - She said following him.

She tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt pulling it up helping him take it off.

- Are you sure you didn't burn yourself? - She asked, while innocently pulling his shirt to see if his body wasn't burned.

He felt like he had caught her belly but he didn't want to make her feel guilty so he lied, that it hadn't burned as he pulled his shirt back but she could still see it.

- Chocolate burn can get ugly, we need to take care of it. - She scolded him.

She asked where there were things to take care of the burn, he said he had them in his room and she dragged him there making him show her where it was.

Y/N made him sit on the bed after he handed over the box with the necessary things. She tried to take care of the wound by lifting his shirt just a little, but it kept getting in the way so she made him take it off. Sunoo felt embarrassed but obeyed her.

As Y/N's gentle fingers tended to the burn he tried to ignore the shivers on his body. She blew gently after applying the ointment, making him even more tense.

- You are very beautiful Sunoo. - Y/N said softly, looking into his eyes, her fingers gently running over his skin.

- I… yeah… Thank you… I guess… - He was very nervous. - Have you finished?

- Not yet. - Y/N replied, bringing her face closer to his.

Sunoo tried to pull away but his body wouldn't allow it, he wanted this, something about her paralyzed him, he couldn't help but yearn for this kiss. Giving up he gave in and kissed her, an unknown heat suddenly emerging shocking him. Without realizing it, he deepened the kiss, making it more intense, pulling her onto his lap, her hands glued to his bare chest, while she moved on his lap, rubbing herself, making him excited. 

- Stop Y/N, please, if it continues like this there is no going back. - He asked when breaking the kiss, his eyes still closed, avoiding looking at her, if he saw her he would give in again.

Y/N smiled, he was really trying hard, she could feel how his soul was so deliciously sweet, his heart too good, she wanted to devour him right there, but it wasn't the time yet.

- So there's no turning back, because I want you Sunoo. - She whispered before kissing him again.

Sunoo threw away the last bit of control, desire consuming him. The desire to possess her was too strong, he had never felt anything like it. He lost consciousness, his clothes disappearing in seconds as their bodies became one.

He was immersed in pleasure when he felt the burning in his chest, different from when he burned himself earlier, he felt the letters being engraved under Y/N's touch, that pain causing more pleasure blinding him, he couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Sunoo was still trying to clear his mind, he looked at his chest in the mirror, looking for the mark, he was sure of what he saw and felt, but the mark wasn't there...Maybe he imagined it.

Heeseung passed in front of the flower shop and saw Y/N coming out carrying so many flowers that it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to go far as it covered her vision.

- Do you want help? - Heeseung offered politely.

- You are an angel, thank you very much.

Y/N explained that she needed to make a delivery but the delivery guy would take a while so she was going in person as it wasn't too far away. He offered to give her a ride.

During the way Heeseung felt discomfort, the smell of the flowers was making him dizzy, feverish, he didn't understand why. But everything got worse on the way back, and Y/N, realizing he insisted on waiting a while in his store, offered him a cold juice to try to get better.

Heeseung didn't understand what was happening, his body felt strange, and his mind became cloudy, his eyes followed Y/N as she walked around the store arranging flowers, organizing orders, he struggled to look away when she went up the stairs looking for something on the high shelves, her short skirt revealing too much, it was becoming unbearable for him, every minute there made him feel guilty for the thoughts that were starting to invade his mind.

- I better go. Thank you, I'm better now. - Heeseung dropped the glass and was about to leave when Y/N interrupted him.

- No, you're hot, you could get sick on the street. - Y/N was touching her feverish face. - Heeseung… maybe you are sensitive to aromas?

- What? Why? - What did that have to do with it? He didn't understand.

- Well, some aromas can be aphrodisiacs, especially for people who are sensitive to them.

- Can what? 

- Don't you know what it means? - Y/N's eyes were fixed on his as she inched closer and closer.

- I know. - Heeseung was nervous about the proximity, so he felt like he was trapped between Y/N and a table.

- So, I'm sorry, my flowers caused this to you...maybe to apologize, I can help you. 

Heeseung didn't try to run away or fight his desires, instead he pulled Y/N into a kiss, which burned as much as his body.

Fortunately they were almost at the back of the store, or anyone passing by would see what was happening there, Y/N leaning against the table while Heeseung possessed her body, his hands holding her hair pulling her closer to him, just so he could distribute kisses to her exposed neck.

His body burned so much as he moved against her that he barely cared as the letters glowed across his chest, burning into his skin.

Ni-Ki was arriving at the club when he saw Y/N trying to break free from a drunk guy, he didn't hesitate to hit the guy.

- Are you well? - Ni-Ki asked Y/N.

- Yes, thank you very much, that guy was disgusting.

They entered the club together, his friends were calling him, but he ignored them and went with Y/N ​​to the bar where they talked for a long time while drinking. Y/N showing her charms that perfectly fused between innocence and sensuality, attracting Ni-Ki's interest more and more, her smiles and looks expressing desire, not like someone who goes after anyone at the bar, but for him, just for him. Y/N getting closer and closer as the topic became less superfluous, becoming more intimate.

When Ni-Ki was sure she didn't show any signs of hesitation he kissed her, and at that moment her flame consumed him. When he felt how the situation was progressing he broke the kiss, no words were needed for both of them to know that they should take this to a more private place.

As the club had a private area, he asked for one of the rooms where friends normally held their exclusive parties, but Ni-Ki wanted to party only with Y/N ​​at that moment.

While Ni-Ki spoke to the waiter still at the door dismissing him after getting the drinks, Y/N sat down, not on one of the many sofas that surrounded the room, but on the table in the center. 

The music playing in the back of the room, while she told him to go to one of the sofas. Y/N climbed onto the table on her knees and hands and smiled at him before getting up on the table, Ni-Ki was in awe of the woman in front of her as she danced sensually, the pieces of clothing leaving her body following her movements, her hands running over her own naked body, she went down on the table again going to him. Y/N sat on Ni-Ki moving on his lap as she removed his clothes. Before long the room became noisy, the music mixing with the obscene sounds of their bodies and their moans. Ni-ki's name was heard repeatedly in that room as he lost more and more control, not knowing how many times one brought extreme pleasure to the other.

Ni-Ki had his face between Y/N's legs, her hair being pulled as she begged for him, that's when he felt the mark burning his chest, he was so focused on taking Y/N to the limit that he ignored the burning caused by the words that soon disappeared.

The clothing store seemed almost empty, there were There were few people there, Jungwon was going to the fitting room to try on the clothes he was interested in, when he heard someone asking for help in one of the booths, he thought it was strange but didn't ignore it.

- Hello, is everything okay? - He asked politely.

- Oh finally, please, can you help me? - A female voice asked politely. 

- I'm going to call a saleswoman, just a minute. 

- No need, you can help me.

Hesitantly he opened the door, Y/N couldn't unzip the dress she was trying on, she asked him to help her, when he entered the cabin she closed the door.

Jungwon's hands shook as he opened the dress, but his entire body froze in the next moment, instead of holding the dress, Y/N let it slide down her body and fall at her feet.

- I'm very sorry. - Jungwon she tried to leave the dressing room after several seconds in which he unknowingly admired Y/N's body.

- Wait. - Y/N's hands stopping him. - Why were you so nervous? You're not getting turned on by a stranger you met minutes ago in a store fitting room, are you?

- I...don't...just...I better go. - He he tried to leave again, but Y/N placed herself between him and the door, her body very close to his.

- If I were you, I wouldn't go out like this...it could be complicated. - Her eyes pointing towards his pants, which were obviously much tighter.

- I can help you. - Y/N's sweet whisper hypnotizing him, unconsciously he agreed. - By the way, I'm Y/N, you better know my name at least.

- Jungwon...my name is Jungwon. - The answer was low.

Y/N's hands descending down his body to the zipper of his pants.

Jungwon's head was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, his mouth almost bleeding as he tried to avoid moaning for fear of someone hearing, while Y/N was on her knees in front of him, that was great but the image of her half naked in front of him kept repeating in his mind.

- Please Y/N, I want…. I want…

- No need to ask. I want you inside me too.

They were both sure that anyone in the store would know what was going on there. But they didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure they were feeling. The eyes of Jungwon fixos in the mirror watching in amazement as he disappeared inside Y/N, and so he saw perfectly when the mark was burned into his chest and disappeared, but he didn't have time to think about it, his attention was only on Y/N. 

Jake was with his friends at a restaurant, he saw the girl alone drunk with her head lying on the table, he approached to check on her. Y/N was very drunk, he tried his best to find out her address to send her home in a taxi, but he didn't get an answer, he was worried about leaving her there so even though he was afraid he thought the best option was to take her with him, as he noticed some men looking at her strangely.

He was afraid that she would be scared to wake up if she saw him there, so he thought of leaving her sleeping in the living room next to a note explaining why she was there. But the moment he went to release the note, Y/N's eyes opened, meeting his, he was the one who got scared, she just smiled.

- Thanks. - She said as she sat down, she looked at the note. - You are very kind. What is your name?

-Jake.  - His name came out shaky with nervousness.

- Oh, Jake, a beautiful name. My name is Y/N. - A sweet smile on your face as you adjusted yourself on the sofa, giving him space to sit. - Aren't you afraid of bringing a stranger into your house?

- No, I was afraid that you would feel scared when you woke up in a stranger's house.

- I understand, but no. I can see perfectly well that you would not harm me. I know you've already done a lot for me, but... would you mind if I stayed the night? I got into a fight with my roommate, I really didn't want to go back today.

- Of course, it's okay. - Jake was very kind.

- Aaaah, thank you very much. - She excitedly hugged him, making him blush.

Jake noticed how uncomfortable she was wearing clothes, so he offered her a change of clothes and let her take a shower before bed. But the moment Y/N got out of the shower, he regretted his kindness, she was only wearing her shirt, leaving her legs exposed, the shirt might be big, but not big enough, he couldn't help but look at her body.

- You may be kind, but you're not innocent Jake. - Y/N's tone of voice and smile changing as she approached him. - You're not thinking about attacking the innocent girl you protected from the bad guys at the restaurant, are you?

He realized late that he was cornered, she was too close, his breathing was heavy as her hands roamed his body.

- I'm just kidding, you don't have to worry, I assure you that no matter what you do to me, it's nothing I don't would want. - She pulled him, their lips almost touching. - Do whatever you want with me Jake.

That's exactly what he did, now she was the one with her back pressed against the wall as he lifted her onto his lap. His entire body burning under the spell of her lips, he took her to his bedroom where he was consumed and blinded by desire, his body moving for more as Y/N rode him, his hands firmly on her waist controlling her movements, pressing her body against his as he filled her insides as they both climaxed.

Jake's eyes were closed as his breathing returned to normal, when he felt the letters burning into his chest, he groaned in pain, but when he opened his eyes the mark was gone.

The days that followed Y/N was all that existed on their minds, the small spell she cast was enough for them to become obsessed with her.

That night the full moon shone brightly under the ruins of the great hall in the middle of the forest, a place that was probably a great castle many years ago.

Y/n was sitting on a large stone table swinging her legs excitedly as she looked at the moon, her golden eyes shining brightly as she felt most alive, full moon nights were when her powers were at their peak. 

- The day has finally arrived. - The smile on his face would scare anyone who saw it.

Facing the moon Y/N began her spell as the dagger in her hands made her arm bleed. Blood dripping onto the floor over letters identical to the ones that were marked on his seven victims, one of his eyes changed color now glowing a beautiful shade of pink.

One by one One of the men she marked felt a sharp pain in her chest and her marks appeared, along with a vision.

“Y/N was trapped in the great forest hall, injured while the others were around her torturing her.”

They fell into despair when they saw her there, and worse seeing their beloved friends hurting the woman who hadn't left their minds for a second since they met her. Without hesitation they headed to the place where Y/N was waiting for them. 

She had never bewitched and manipulated the minds of seven people at once, but it was easy and she was ecstatic, spinning and laughing around the abandoned hall as she felt their desperation to save her. Meticulously leaving objects that would serve as weapons for them.

Jake was the first to arrive, he saw Y/N passed out in the middle of the room and ran to help her, but before he reached her Jay arrived, both having hallucinations, seeing the other threaten and hurt Y/N, they immediately started fighting.

One by one they arrived in the large hall and joined the fight, Y/N had fun watching them while they were still hallucinating seeing her defenseless and injured. 

It was absurdly charming to see the best friends fighting each other, but the climax was when the deaths started.

Y/N's eyes were shining brighter and brighter when she saw Jake take a knife and stab Heeseung in the stomach several times. But Jake didn't live much longer, as almost at the same time he began to suffocate when Sunghoon tied a rope around his neck, killing him almost immediately.

Y/N laughed sadistically as she watched them, she ran to Heeseung's fallen body, ripping out his heart before doing the same to Jake, she returned to the large table she was sitting on top of, and devoured their hearts as the fight continued, her legs swinging excitedly, her eyes turning dark red.

Jay and Sunoo were fighting, but a dagger flashed before Sunoo's eyes and he killed Jay immediately, Sunghoon who was coming angrily at him didn't see the dagger in his hand when he attacked him, he only noticed it when it was stuck in his chest.

While Jungwon's hands squeezed Ni-Ki's throat, choking him, the boy was almost losing consciousness when the blade in Sunoo's hands cut Jungwon's throat.

Y/N was distracted devouring the hearts from the bodies of others and almost didn't see when Ni-Ki fought with Sunoo and took the dagger he was wielding and went through Sunoo's chest, his body collapsed to the ground.

- Run away Y/N, they are not them anymore, Ni-Ki is still alive, you must run away, he will hurt her. - He said, seeing Y/N approaching him, he was dying, blood was already coming out of her lips. - I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you.

- My poor boy, the sweetest, so pure and naive. - Y/N's fingers caressed his face, comforting him. - Don't worry, Ni-Ki can't hurt me. You were good, don't worry. Thank you for fighting for me, my dear. A waste for you to die like this, you would be perfect serving me. But know that your sweet heart will always be with me.

Holding his face as blood ran down his lips, his life hanging by a thread, Y/N kissed him sweetly.

- Goodbye my dear Sunoo. - Y/N said as her hand crossed his chest, ripping out his heart.

Y/N stood up leaving Sunoo's bloody and lifeless body on the floor, his heart in her hands, she devoured it as she approached Ni-Ki.

Y/N's glowing red eyes found Ni-Ki. She expected to see panic in his eyes, by now he must have woken up and realized what he had done, his heart was probably filled with fear.

Y/N's fingers tracing Ni-Ki's face, the tip of her nail lifting her chin to look him in the eyes. While the other hand touched his chest, feeling his heart racing. She smiled thinking about how his eager heart would soon be hers.

But the smile suddenly disappeared as he studied his gaze, he wasn't panicked or sad or anything. On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face and his hand held Y/N's hand against his chest.

- You feel no remorse, no fear. - Y/N said smiling, a proud and devilish smile, her eyes getting darker and darker. - You took pleasure in killing them.

- They lusted after you, I would never allow any of them to have you Y/N. You are mine.

Y/N laughed loudly, this pathetic human thought she could be HIS?

- You are more naive than you think, do you really think that I will be yours? You are just a weak human, you could have killed your friends, those who protected you so much and loved and cared for you. You have a horrible soul. But all you could offer me was your heart, but not even that serves me anymore, your heart is cruel and dirty, it is useless to me. But I'll be good and kill him, it wouldn't be fair to the others to leave him alive.

Ni-Ki pulled Y/N by the waist, placing their bodies together, their lips almost touching.

- Are you really going to kill me?  - He whispered against her lips, she smiled, evaluating him.

- You know Ni-Ki, you're right, it would be a waste, your human soul has already become so dark and your heart so dirty that I imagine how deliciously terrible you would be if you transformed.

Y/N closed the distance between them by kissing Ni-Ki fiercely, but the kiss didn't last long, she soon pulled away smiling, snatched the dagger from his hands and made a cut again on his arm, then handed it to Ni-KI while his blood flowed.

- Drink, become mine for eternity. - Y/N's eyes were now completely black covered by their darkness while her smile became more and more devilish.

Without hesitation, Ni-Ki took Y/N's arm and drank her blood, at the same moment he felt an agonizing pain throughout his body.

- Did you deceive me? I'm dying.  - He moaned of longing, fallen on the floor.

- Not mine darling, only your soul is dying. - Y/N bent down in front of him, stroking his hair. - You, my love, are just reborn, being reborn for your mine.

The pain was unbearable, his heart felt like it was on fire, his entire body ached as if hundreds of blades were running through his veins. He screamed in agony, then silence took over the place.

When Y/N held Ni-Ki's face and lifted it up, his eyes were black like hers, there was only emptiness and darkness in them. black marks spread across his face.

- So beautiful, now you belong to me. My devilish boy.

There was no more pain, there was nothing left for him to feel, just desire, he wanted Y/N, and now he would have her.

With a quick movement that surprised Y/N, Ni-ki stood up, lifting her onto his lap before kissing her, a kiss full of desire and flames, there was only her in his mind, he longed for her, the real her, not the Y/N who seduced him that day, but the demonic Y/N that was in his arms covered in blood, the demonic Y/N that made him kill the only people that mattered in his life.

Next challenge: Freedom

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Dear Dean

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warning: cussing, sadness, heartbreak Summary: You broke up with Dean with a letter Letter in bold Word Count: 853

You, Sam, and Dean were on a hunt once again, you help Sam with the research you never actually go out on the hunt, but you and Dean argued before he left. He drunkenly flirted with a waitress in front of you at the bar the three of you went to last night, he didn’t realize what he was doing until he turned and looked at you after talking to the waitress, he sobered up quickly when you stormed out the bar. He mentally punched himself and followed you outside “Y/N! Y/N wait!” He chased after you, but you didn’t stop walking, Dean caught up grabbed your arm gently and spun you around “Y/N I didn’t mean it.”

You snatched your arm from his grip “You didn’t mean it? C’mon Dean be fucking forreal, you always do this, and I’ve ignored it for so long but enough is enough.” You stared deep into his eyes, tears streaming down your face “You never cared about me, the ‘tough guy’ act is getting old and I’m tired of it!” You started to walk away and he grabbed your arm again “Y/N please I can’t live without you, I love you” You laughed coldly and rolled your eyes “You don’t love me, if you did you wouldn’t flirt with every woman you see”

Dean looked defeated when you removed your arm from his hand again “I need space, Dean.” He nodded and backed away. You continued back to the motel. You walked into the room you shared with Sam and Dean as soon as the door shut, you broke down, letting out small sobs. You stood there for another minute and took a deep breath "Pull yourself together." You whispered over and over to yourself.

You finally pulled yourself off the door and over to the table. You looked around for pen and paper, and to no avail, you couldn't find any. "What motel doesn't have pen and paper?" You sighed and opened Sam's laptop "I guess this will do." You stared at the screen for a bit then began typing.

Dear Dean,

I want to start off by saying I truly love you and will always love you, but the way you've been treating me lately, I can't look past. I know you mean well, but you never take into account how I feel. You only care about yourself, and for some reason, I ignored those red flags. I loved the time we spent together, and there were some good times, and those are what I choose to hang on to.

You mean the absolute world to me, and it pains me to leave this, to leave you this way. I know Sam is standing in front of you, watching your facial expressions, please let him know that I am sorry to do this to you and him. You both are important to me, and maybe in the future, we can all be together again, but for right now, I need to go.

I love you, Dean Winchester.

With love, Y/N

You wiped the tears from your face and reread your note, you didn't even bother grabbing your duffle bag, it was full of Dean's clothes anyway. You sighed and took one last look at the room, then walked out the door. You hated leaving like this, but you knew if you did it in person, you wouldn't leave. Dean would give you those famous puppy dog eyes, and you'd fall right back into his arms.

You were long gone before the boys got back to the motel; Dean figured a few hours alone would be enough time for you to calm down and have a conversation with him. The entire time at the bar after you left, he chugged water to sober up. Dean came through the door hoping to see you in bed asleep or at least just lying there waiting for him.

He looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be found "Y/N?" He checked the bathroom, and that's when the panic set in. Did someone take you? He rushed back into the main room, still looking around, hoping you had just come into the room. "Uh, Dean..." Dean stopped in his tracks and looked over at Sam who was fixated on the computer screen

"Not now, Sam. I can't find Y/N." Sam stood up, not taking his eyes off the screen "Yeah, I think I know why." Dean's head snapped in the direction of where Sam was and went over to see what he was looking at. Dean sat down and read the screen; he went through several waves of emotions in a span of 30 seconds. The last emotion he experienced was anger.

Dean flipped the chair to his right. Then punched the wall, and Sam flinched but didn't speak "Fuck I'm so stupid!" Dean screamed, looking back at the computer. "Dean, what happened?" Dean turned around to face Sam, tears streaming down his face "I fucked up, Sammy." Dean broke down falling to his knees, sobbing aggressively, Sam leaned down and held his brother while he cried.

A/N: I was in a bad mood while writing this, so I apologize for that. I hope you still enjoy it!😊 If you would like to be tagged in future fics, comment, message, or fill out this form

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