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mydarlingclaudia · 4 months ago

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and if we had a moment, could you face it?

note : this didn’t really turn out the way I wanted it to be but I’m still kinda ok with it. mdni

wc : 2.6k

desc : you finally decide it’s time to take you and Leon’s relationship to bed. smut!! - riding (p in v), fingering, established relationship, not proofread, pet names (baby), fem!reader, ID!Leon

If there hadn't been construction going on along the main route you took to get back to your apartment from work, you wouldn't have met Leon. You decided to go a different way that night, you walked to and from work most days, so it wasn't much of a difference. Leon had run into you, literally, when he rounded the street corner without seeing you and stumbled into you, not knocking you over, but instead spilling his coffee all over your blouse. You didn't know why he was drinking coffee at five p.m. at first, but you later found out that it was because he had been in a rush to go do more work for the DSO and that he needed to be awake for it. That didn't stop him from stopping what he was doing and awkwardly trying to help you clean off your blouse.

Leon ended up walking you back to your apartment, offering to buy you a new blouse even after you told him he didn't need to. After a few minutes of you assuring him it wasn't a big deal, he backed down, smiled at you, wished you goodnight, and left. He completely forgot to ask you out to dinner.

He did get the opportunity to ask you out, though, when he ran into you a few weeks later at the grocery store. Leon had been expecting another rejection, but you had simply smiled and said yes. Hearing you say yes made the rest of his week, he didn’t know what made you say agree to a date with him, but whatever it was, he was happy about it.

Leon had tried to be a bit more gentlemanly to you on the night of your date, thinking about how close he had been walking next to you, trying not to pull on a push door, doing his best not to scare you off. He really wanted this to go well, he thought you were pretty, and you had already given him a chance, so that had to be a good sign, right? He hadn’t been on an actual date in what felt like years (because it had actually been years), and even if the two of you didn’t become an item, he still wanted to take you out on a couple of nice dates.

One date turned to two, then two to three, then three to seven, and now Leon can’t get you off his mind. The two of you were very obviously attracted with each other, but you both had your own fears about dating one another. You were worried that you’d put a bunch of time and effort into the relationship only for him to discover he didn’t want to be with you and leave, and Leon was worried that his job would scare you away or that you’d find all of the problems he carried around everywhere he went to be a burden and that he wasn’t worth it. But you didn’t think he was a burden, and he was determined to stick this out with you for as long as you’d let him.

Leon was at your beck and call, as long as he was in town. He felt embarrassed for liking you so much so early on in your relationship, but when you flirted back with him, he swore he could feel his heart stop for a second before he came back at you with something cheesier to say, he couldn’t really say no to you.

You liked Leon a lot, and you knew he liked you, but his job did scare you a little bit. Not that you knew much, but you knew it was dangerous. As your dates with Leon grew in number, he assured you that he wouldn’t put you in any kind of danger, and you believed him.

It’s been a little over seven months now, Leon was willing to take this as slow as you wanted, the two of you had only ever kissed, barely even made-out, really. Leon wasn’t around all the time, you knew that would happen when you started dating him, but he always tried his best to make up for lost time when he got back to you.

You just wanted to jump his bones sometimes. He’d sit across from you at dinner, the top two buttons of his shirt left unbuttoned, revealing just enough of his collarbone for you to want to see everything else. Or when he’d put his hand on your thigh when he sat down next to you, or just letting his hand rest on your waist. There were a lot of things, really.

You knew Leon felt the same. You’d catch him staring for too long when you wore a tank top with a neckline that dipped down a bit too far, he wouldn’t even apologize when you caught him, he’d just smirk a tiny bit, glance down again, then go back to what he was doing a few moment before.

Leon did want to take things a bit slow with you, but he also knew that there was something missing from his relationship with you. But he wanted you to be absolutely sure you wouldn’t regret anything. You knew he was nervous about it, sex was a topic that the two of you didn’t talk about a lot, you really only spoke about it in jokes, but you knew he was being serious when he said he could rock your world.

Leon’s been in meetings for most of the week, but he cleared time to take you to this fancy restaurant tonight. The food was good, so was the wine, and of course, the company. Leon wasn’t planning on staying the night at your apartment, but you had asked him to, because you knew he wouldn’t say no.

He had watched you kick your heels off at the door, letting you grab onto his shoulder for support as he toed off his own shoes, then quietly followed behind you as you moved deeper into your apartment. Leon could feel his brain shut down for a second when you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and tug him closer to you to find his lips in a sloppy kiss, which he eagerly returned.

Leon’s hands found their way to your hips, pulling you even closer to him as you let go of his shirt and instead wrapped your arms around his neck, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. You didn’t keep your arms there for long, one of your hands slid down to try and unbutton the rest of his shirt, fiddling with the buttons for a few seconds before your other hand joined.

His breath caught in his throat slightly as he felt both you easily unbutton his shirt, he broke the kiss and grabbed one of your wrists, leaning his face away from you a tiny bit.

“I know what you’re doing,” He murmured, you only smiled at him and slipped your hand that he wasn’t holding inside his shirt, groping his chest gently.

“Then don’t stop me.” You giggled, kissing him again.

He groaned into the kiss, his hand leaving your wrist to cradle the back of your head as you continued unbuttoning his shirt while walking him down your hallway and towards your room.

“Your hearts beating really fast.” You say breathlessly as you pull a few inches away from Leon’s lips, he snorts softly.

“I have a pretty good idea as to why,” His hand falls from the back of your head to rest above the curve of your ass

“Tell me.” You finally got the last button of his shirt unbuttoned, your hands go up to begin sliding it off his shoulders.

“Maybe because my pretty girlfriend has me in her apartment, trying to get me naked.”

“You want me to stop?” You ask, pausing momentarily.

“No.”

“Good,” You smile, taking his shirt all the way off and discarding it on the floor outside your bedroom door. Leon kisses along your jawline as he pulls you inside your bedroom, you make work of your hands once again, sliding them down his torso and to the front of his pants to tug at his belt before you begin unbuttoning it.

Leon doesn’t stop you this time, his hand moves higher up your back, running his fingers along the zipper teeth on the back of your dress, continuing to kiss your jaw and down your throat. You giggle as he starts pulling the zipper down, at the same time, you pull his belt free from the belt-loops of his jeans, he groans at the feeling.

Leon backs away from you, leaving your dress zipped up only halfway as he pulls down his pants, stepping out of them as they pool at the floor. You smile widely at him, taking in every inch of his body you hadn’t seen before and were eager to get your hands on. Your eyes flick from his face, to his heaving chest, and to the erection starting to strain against his boxers.

You don’t let him pull those off yet. Instead, grabbing his bicep and pulling him closer before pushing him back onto your bed. Leon huffs as his body meets your mattress, but he’s quick to adjust, sitting up on his elbows and staring up at you as he waits for your next move.

You reach around your back to find the zipper, it’s down low enough on your dress for you to pull it down the rest of the way. You quickly pull your dress down and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it as you try not to fall onto Leon. When you look back at Leon, his eyes are wide and there’s a look of awe etched onto his face, you watch him as he trails his eyes up and down your body, like how you had done with him. When his eyes meet yours again, he smiles and you step closer to him.

Leon’s hands land back on your hips as you stand between his legs, your own hands find his shoulders, pulling him closer so you could kiss him eagerly once again.

Leon breaks the kiss for a second, leaning back again and tugging lightly at the elastic band seen inside the fabric of your panties. “You still wanna do this?”

“Very much, yeah,” You nod, he smiles and pulls on the elastic band, letting it snap against your skin when he lets go of it. “There’s a few condoms in my nightstand.” You nod your head towards the nightstand next to your bed, Leon lets go of you for a second and reaches over to pull one out.

“You planned this.”

“Of course I did.”

“Of course you did.” He chuckles and shakes his head softly, placing the condom down next to his thigh as he moves his hands to tug your underwear down.

You groan softly at the intrusion of his fingers in your slick cunt, you steady yourself by putting your hands on his shoulders, bending your leg and bringing it up to rest against the outside of his right thigh as he runs his fingers through your slick folds before he stops at your clit, rubbing gently.

Leon says nothing, continuing to rub your clit as he moves his head to your shoulder, kissing and biting along the skin he finds there. Soft mewls fall from your lips as he continues on his mission. Leon stops for a second shifting slightly on your bed and readjusting his hand, one of his fingers slips inside of you, he pumps it in and out slowly as his kisses move from your shoulder to your throat.

After another moment of Leon fingering you, he adds another finger. He uses his other hand to push you more upright, his face is in front of your bra-covered breasts, his unoccupied hand comes up to pull your bra straps down your shoulders, then he pulls down the bra cups and slips his hand underneath them to push your breasts fully out of the bra.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” He whispers to you, he continues to kiss down your throat and to your breasts, beginning to bite and suck at the soft mounds of flesh, listening carefully as you keep whining at the feeling of him curling his fingers inside of you. “I’m almost done, baby, don’t worry.” He mumbles reassuringly looking up at you through his eyelashes as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth.

After another minute or two of Leon fingering you and sucking on your breasts, he withdraws his fingers, wiping your arousel on his thigh before he grabs the condom and opens it.

You don’t don’t watch him as he takes off his boxers and puts the condom on, instead unclasping your bra and tossing it onto the floor. When he’s done, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer, leaning back as you hover above his cock.

It’s your turn to cover Leon in bite marks and hickeys, you grab his jaw and start kissing at his throat, he holds your hips gently as he slowly pulls you down until the tip of his cock brushes up against your entrance. You stop kissing his neck, pulling your head back to look at him as you slowly sink down onto him. You both groan at the feeling, his fingernails dig into your hips as he bucks his own hips up slightly to meet yours.

Once he was fully inside of you, your mouth returns to his throat, biting down on his Adam’s apple as you start to move. He groaned once again, squeezing your hips tighter as he started to help guide your movements.

“Goddamn,” He grunts, “You f-feel so good.”

“So do you,” You whisper against his ear, kissing down his jawline as you grind against him a bit harder.

“You- fuck- you’re t-too damn good to me.” He panted, laying back against your mattress. You leaned over, kissing along his chest now as his hands slid down to your thighs and Leon’s silently praying for this to become a regular thing.

“You sound really pretty.” You murmur against his skin as you start to bite his pecs.

“Pretty?” He chuckles breathlessly.

“Mhmmmm,” Your hum of approval trails off into a whine as you pick up the pace again.

You can feel your orgasm rapidly approaching after a few more moments, you can tell that Leon feels the same because of how his fingers keep digging into your flesh and how his breath catches in his throat.

“God, baby, please-“ You brace yourself against his chest, leaning forward to kiss him once again. His hips buck up to meet your downward thrusts, trying to bring you closer to your orgasm.

Not even two minutes later, your orgasm rips through your body, you whine into Leon’s mouth and collapse down against him. He wraps his arms around you, continuing to thrust into you, his own orgasm following not too far from behind yours.

When the aftershocks finally die out, you sit up straight, bracing yourself on Leon’s chest once again. He looks up at you with a smile, bringing his hands up to cover yours.

“You’re way too good to me.” He chuckles, squeezing your hands.

“Yeah, well, no one else gets this treatment from me.”

“They better not. I mean, that was just… goddamn.”

“That good?”

“Amazing.” You smile down at him, feeling his chest rise and fall underneath the palm of your hands.

“Well, if you liked that, then you should stick around and see what else I can do.”

“Oh, I plan on it.”

“Perfect,”

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy smut

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pop-philosophy101 · 1 month ago

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Sprawling Immediate Thoughts on Agatha All Along Episode 5 (spoilers duh)

Well, so like obviously that wasn’t Agatha’s trial, right? Like, so sorry, but the 80’s sleepover goosbumps aesthetic doesn’t exactly scream Agatha Harkness to me. You know who it does scream? Billy Maximoff, a boy born in his mother’s 80’s sitcom creation. Even the decorations on the walls of the cabin say “Westview” and “Eastview.” Agatha sure as hell doesn’t give a damn about Westview. This isn’t the trial adapting for her, it’s adapting for the newest member of the coven. Teen finally got his bonafides as a coven member once he exchanged brooms with Alice. (Put a pin in what Agatha said about the brooms representing selflessness).

Then when solving the trial there is major structural changes. In the first trial the key to the solution was tied to Jenn’s fall from grace. The trial is essentially calling her out for her terrible morals in business because she feels powerless since being bound. She feels like nothing she does matters anymore, so who gives a damn if there’s petroleum in the Goop. Then in Alice’s trial the entire solution was embracing her mother’s love and sacrifice, something she’s been rejecting out of fear and anger. In this trial, there is no solution for Agatha. She can’t go back and change the past, she can’t reason with her mother, she can’t fight back. Agatha has no recourse with a woman who believes she was born evil. Agatha is powerless; she’s a puppet in this game. You know who does have power in the episode titled “Darkest Hour/Wake Thy Power”? TEEN!

Furthermore, I don’t think this trial is over. We know that when Agatha has siphoned power it becomes purple, she even says to Rio “Let me get my purple back.” But we see when she leaves the treehouse, Alice’s power is still orange. This indicates to me that the power isn’t actually Agatha’s, this is all still part of the trial.

Obviously part of the episode is about Agatha confronting her past, because that’s what the whole show has been about. But even more specifically this episode was about Teen/Billy finding his power. Back to that pin about the brooms symbolizing selflessness now. Teen confronts Agatha outside asking her if this is all witchcraft is. The hunt for power and the selfish pursuit of desire at the cost of everyone else. Sure, that could be about Agatha, but you know who it fits better? Wanda. Even without malicious intentions, Wanda did enslave an entire town in a torturous mind prison so she wouldn’t have to confront the reality that Vision was dead. Even after realizing this, she’s tempted to keep Westview this way so she can keep her perfect life. In MoM she is willing to destroy anyone in the hunt for her children. She let’s her rage guide her to cruelty and destruction. Wanda is meant to be the hero, but she knowingly traps Agatha into a mind prison with no escape for over three years. When Agatha goads Teen into finally revealing his true identity we see he gives in to his mother’s own worst instincts. He controls those around him when he feels like he can’t control his own life. He is calmly cruel to enemies and allies alike. I think the end of his trial will be rising above Wanda’s worst impulses and becoming better and more selfless than his mother.

Keep in mind, the trial was ouija. It is all about communing with the dead. And who’s murder trial did we begin the season trying to solve? Not Evanora, Death, or Nicholas’, but Wanda’s.

TLDR: No way in hell Agatha’s trial involves Lycra and ankle warmers, something is afoot here.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #wiccan #Teen #billy maximoff #Agatha all along spoilers #Agatha All along episode 5 #Wanda maximoff #Scarlett witch #I think this is becoming an Agatha Harkness blog #I’m not opposed persay

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consciouscarrot · 26 days ago

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day 14 - first kisses [s.black]

sirius black x fem!reader

content warnings; fluff, r’s first kiss but not sirius’, kiss gets the teensiest bit heated at the end

notes; all likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated <3 :)

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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the two of you were walking back after your first date, having confessed your mutual love for each other just a few days ago, hearts pounding in fear of rejection, and then in awe that you felt the same way. the date had consisted of spending the afternoon trailing around the shops in hogsmeade, before he’d bought you both a couple of butter beers at the three broomsticks, sitting together on one side of a booth with your thighs pressed tightly together.

now, you were walking back to the castle, wanting to make it back in time for dinner. the glittering snow crunched under your boots, breathing in the crisp air as a group of your classmates passed by. you and sirius were taking your time getting back, walking leisurely to try and make the date last a tiny bit longer, desperate for it to never end.

he’d intertwined your fingers early on in the date, craving the casual intimacy and wanting to break the ice a little. he’d barely let go of them all day, only reluctantly letting go when the aisles in a shop had been too narrow, and even then he’d complained dramatically about his hands freezing off without your warmth.

your gloved hands were now swinging between you, fingers clasped together, him occasionally using them to pull your body closer to his.

sneaking a quick look at him, you watched him as you walked, half listening to him talk about how he’d accidentally lobbed a book at a first year’s head the other day, when it had been intended for james’ “fat skull”.

his black curls were bound in a loose bun, thick strands falling from its tie, framing his sharp features, his pale skin smooth, nose slightly pink with cold. you thought to yourself that he somehow got prettier and prettier everyday, and you were still in slight disbelief that he liked you so much.

eventually getting back to the castle, you stepped through the fat lady’s portrait, the heat from the common room fireplace hitting you all at once, turning your once shivering form into a sweltering mess with all the thick clothing.

you scrambled to take off you coat, sirius copying your actions, leaving you in just your t-shirt and jeans. he took your coat from you, ignoring your protesting, slinging both of yours over his arm before reaching for your hand again.

you clung to him as you walked up the steps to the dorms, the hand not in his clutching at his bicep, nails softly digging into his skin.

you stopped outside your dorm, turning on your heels to face him. you were unsure on what happened now, hoping that he’d chose to kiss you, but not positive that he’d want that just yet.

he was closer than you’d expected him to be, cheeks heating as you wracked your brains for what to say, hoping that the little “hi,” you settle for isn’t too weird.

you’re instantly comforted by his warm chuckle, followed by his own, “hi, trouble. c’mere.”

you were tugged into him, lean arms surrounding you in a long hug, eyes fluttering shut in tranquility.

missing your face, he let go to admire you, the lavender eyeshadow you’d picked out enhancing your eye colour perfectly.

you paused, noting him watching you, panicking that you’d done something wrong, and he’d finally began to found you annoying.

“what?” you asked nervously, chewing the inside of your cheek.

he went to tell you ‘nothing’, his brain hardwired to refuse any kind of vulnerability, but saw the insecurity written on your face, evidently thinking some sort of awful, self-conscious thing about yourself, and instead decided to push himself, knowing you needed it.

“you’re just so pretty,”

relief flooded you, happy that he was still more than tolerating you, but cheeks heating as you quietly whined his name, staring at the ground to hide from his stare.

he ducked his head down, following your gaze and rubbed your arms, feeling your silken skin, fingertips dipping under the short sleeves of your t-shirt.

your hands rested against his chest, fingers subconsciously fisting the material there in order to keep him close.

“siri,” you whispered his name again, leaning in to him a little more.

his hands grasped your hot cheeks, gently tilting your head up to look at him, his face almost touching yours.

“i really wanna kiss you, puppy,”

“i don’t know how to,”

“it’s okay, i’ll show you,”

“yeah?”

“yeah,”

he finally closed to gap between you, rosy lips pressing against yours, soft pecks turning into long kisses, your mouth clumsily trying to follow his movements.

he smiled into you at your eagerness, whispers of gentle encouragement for you to slow down and enjoy it, before swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, flicking it against yours when you gasped at the new sensation.

you tried your best to match his rhythm, but eventually relaxed into it and let it happen, the feeling of his hands on you calming you immensely.

it was all so innocent, and although your movements were a little clumsy, it was his favourite kiss by far. he could spend forever like this, and wished that he’d done it sooner, even if he knows that you needed the proper build up.

pulling back for air, you giggled as he trailed little kisses all over your face, lips making their way over your cheeks, up to your forehead and hairline, down to your chin and jaw.

setlling, he tilted his head to the side, nose pressing into your flushed cheek with one last kiss, chest still pressed to yours.

you brought your hands further up his body, toying with the loose strands of his hair, velvety wisps sliding through your fingers. you focused all of your energy on maintaining eye contact, trying and failing to not fluster under the intensity.

his focus flitted over your glossy lips, his spit pooling slightly in the corners of your mouth. you made a keening noise when he wiped it away, still a little dazed from the kiss.

“y’okay, baby?” he asked, fingers tracing over the slope of your nose, gliding down as you shivered and nodded. he thought his heart might explode with the way your wide eyes looked up at him, so saccharine and full of love.

“‘nother one, pretty please,”

“oh no! i’ve corrupted you, you’ve turned into a scoundrel!”

you shriek when he rubs his nose into your neck, giggling as his dark hair tickled the exposed skin, licking there just to tease you further.

he was ecstatic that you’d had the confidence to ask though, so he quickly indulged you, kissing you with a little more tongue than before. your breaths quickened, chest heaving with the effort as his hands began to slide down over your body, settling at your waist to pull you right into him.

sirius walked you backwards, seemingly wanting to press you into the door, but you gasped as you began to fall, door apparently not shut properly.

he caught you, wrapping his arms around you and making sure you were alright, brow furrowing with worry.

but, the sound of your roommates giggling interrupted him, making you flush again and bury your face in sirius’ chest, whining pitifully, and only made worse by his chest vibrating under you as he tried to hold back his own laughter.

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black fluff #fluff #flufftober #flufftober 2024 #flufftober 24 #sirius black x reader fluff #sirius black and reader #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #silly #and lovey #young sirius black #marauders #marauders era #my work #my works

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ofstardustanddreaming · 7 months ago

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craving your time

preference summary: the companions and trying to spend more time with you, their crush.

content warnings: none

fandom: baldur's gate 3

characters: astarion, gale, wyll, halsin

gender neutral reader

anon request

Astarion: He's the type of person to glare at you across the camp, wondering why you weren't giving him attention. He thought it was pretty obvious he wanted to spend time with you, and was wondering why you wouldn't come over to spend time with him. He thought he was making his feelings obvious by sending you heart eyes from across the camp. Eventually, he'll realize that in order to spend time with you, he'll have to initiate some sort of contact you. He would come over to you at camp, which is where he prefers if he's going to spend time with you, and he'll sit next to you by your tent. You would always welcome his company, which makes him flustered a bit. He's not used to the positive energy around him, which is now why he tries to spend as much time with you as possible. His way of hanging out is to sit next to you without asking if he can, he likes to try and worm his way in. It means the fear of rejection isn't there if he doesn't ask. But you don't mind, you were happy when Astarion finally takes the hint to come sit next to you.

Gale: He has those puppy vibes for sure, to spend time with you, he'll hang around you in any situation there is. Whether it's the middle of a battle, if you're cooking at camp, or even talking with someone else, he tries to be around you constantly. And it makes you happy, because it's always nice to have someone to fill the void of silence that you find yourself enveloped in. You love to hear what he says to you, loving his conversations. His way of trying to spend more time with you is pulling you into any thought he has, hoping there was some spark of any conversation that you would hop in as well. He wants to hear you speak on topics that interest you, and with his nervous rambling because he likes you so much, he's hoping that you find any topic he rambles about interesting, so that way you'd hop in to speak. It works though, and he's always taken off guard when he sees you smile sweetly at him, enjoying his ramblings. It causes him to blush, stuttering over his words. But in the end, it was a good way to get to spend more time with you.

Wyll: He'll sweetly ask you if you want to join him in some of the activities he's doing. His way to spend time with you, his crush, is to try and find something for you guys together, as a guise to ask more questions about you. He wants to always know more about you, but he also needs to do something that takes away from his nerves about being in the same vicinity as you. So what better way than to ask you to join him in doing some sort of hobby in the downtime you guys have as you talk? Eventually it grows into dancing with each other as you talk, him taking the moment to compliment you at any point you could. It made his heart hammer to be so forward, but he was falling heads over heels for you, and had wanted to express it in some way. He knows it pays off when he sees you flustered as well. In general, his favorite ways to try and spend time with you is to bring you into doing something with him. He wants to hang out in quiet areas where you can hear each other, not wanting others to interrupt your time together.

Halsin: He's more blunt about wanting to hang out with you. With how long he's been alive, he's more in tune with his emotions. He's flirty, always laying that on thick whenever he got a chance to be with you. He didn't really care if he had an audience or not, enjoying the chance to make you more flustered. If he notices it's too much though, he'll take a step back. But he's more straight forward about asking you to hang out with him and he's open to doing whatever it is you want to do. He'll throw in his ideas, but truthfully he'll do anything if it means being able to hang out with you. The group notices his ways of trying to hang out, and with everyone knowing with your anxiety about wanting to be there for the whole camp, the group will help as much as they can by saying they don't need help as often as they can. Particularly in camp, they'll try to put you with Halsin as much as they can so that way you're able to hang out. He's definitely not above asking for the others for help as well, asking for particular nights at camp to help out.

#bg3 #bg3 imagine #bg3 x reader #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 imagine #baldur's gate 3 x reader #astarion #astarion x reader #astarion imagine #gale #gale imagine #gale x reader #wyll imagine #wyll x reader #wyll #halsin imagine #halsin #halsin x reader

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lady-ashfade · 9 months ago

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I’m your soulmate.

Day 21 of celebration marathon

Yan!percy Jackson x soulmate reader

-♡ ask: So, I've had this on my mind since I read Percy × Reader as soulmates. Can you do something where the Reader doesn't care about rejection? She's unfazed by Percy rejecting her.(And maybe a bit of Percy being jealous? Perhaps even a bit Yandere.)

-♡ words: 823

-♡ warnings: yandere behavior, rejection, reader being unbothered, percy being a toxic, hc’s, soulmate au.

in all honesty you never cared about soulmates and if you had one. some people had soulmate, some didn’t and that was the way things were and you couldn’t care. the thought did cross your mind and if you happen to have one but you weren’t waiting around for them, you focused on yourself and the moment. plus, being a half-blood meant you had more things to worry about then love.

so your trained all you could to be prepared for anything life had to throw at you. you made friends, you had family now and a place that welcomed you with open arms.

If anyone were to ask around about you, everyone would say how chill and non caring you were about things. it was like life had little grasp on you for doubts and fears. when you started training it didn’t matter how many times you failed because you just got up and smiled then tried again.

percy talked to you before he found out you were his soulmate. you helped train him at the start. you didn’t care about gossip and rumors about him or anyone. he swears when you spoke you sounded so carefree and he admired you. though, he didn’t know you well. he was too caught up in saving the world and realizing his feels for annabeth to think about you much.

but the moment he looked into your eyes when the truth came out he couldn’t seem to feel the way the world wanted him too. he wasn’t one that liked being told what he should do or feel. but what caught him off guard was your lack of sadness when he told you that he wasn’t going to be with you. and that he liked annabeth.

“I get it dude, soulmates aren’t my thing either.” You nod understanding and patted his shoulder. “No hard feelings Jackson.” And you walked off.

that moment played in his head more then it should have, he spent day and night with the image of you walking away from him so easily. and then he started to notice you around more and how you smiled, or how beautiful you were, he seemed to slowly forget about annabeth. how could he when he constantly thought of you?

while he was thinking of you, you still remained carefree and didn’t seem affected by what happened one bit. you treated him like normal, you hung around your siblings and friends, and he realized how little he must mean to you.

percy’s sudden feelings for you turned into something deeper and darker in his chest. he followed you around without mentioning it. you wanted to train? cool, he’ll be a few feet away from you. no matter what he needed to watch over you. when you laughed he tried to pick up on what caused it so he could make you laugh. and over all, he started to get jealous of anyone around you.

he had to stay away but here they are, taking advantage of you?

the final straw was how you excepted a flower from a boy from another cabin and smiled at him. the boy was pathetic to try steal his soulmate away from him. you did look stunning but no one should be able to look at you without thinking of him, your soulmate!

with his hands balled in a fist he walked over to the both of you and grabbed you by the arm without saying anything. his grip was harsh and his face was flared with anger and you tried to keep up with him but he didn’t stop. a few minutes later, of you screaming at him and trying to stop, you both were alone in the woods and he could talk to you now.

“What is wrong with you?” For the first time he saw you angry and something in him was proud to gain your attention even if it was bad. “I would’ve come with you if you asked nicely like a normal person.” you ran your hands over the area he pulled you from.

“We need to talk about how you’ve been acting,” that caught your attention quickly, “you are acting like you don’t have a soulmate at all! Like I mean nothing to you.” he shouts and you wonder if he was hearing himself.

“Because you are in love with annabeth. You said you didn’t want us to be a thing, and I respected that. Sorry percy if I don’t die over this type of thing, but you made your choice.”

“I don’t love her, I love you! You have been in my mind for weeks and you can’t spare even a glance.” His voice gets stronger as he starts to step towards you. something about him makes you want to walk away from him.

“You belong to me wether you like it, and i wouldn’t let anyone take you away from me.”

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odinsonslut · 2 years ago

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Young

⊹ genre: Fluff mostly, minimal angst

⊹ pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin female reader

⊹ themes: Friends to lovers

⊹ summary: Fred rejected your advances, claiming you’re too young. You set out to seduce him, which backfires. Unwarranted comments were made in your presence, and George attempted to comfort you, finally explaining his fears and feelings in the process.

⊹ warnings: Swearing, third-party slut-shaming of the reader, mentions of an emotionally toxic relationship, very brief mention of drugs.

⊹ word count: 1.7k

⊹ a/n: I don’t know why I’ve chosen to base this whole fic off of rejection yet again, but It’s completely different to the last, trust. A cute Fred one today because I’ve had a recent fixation on the twins and can’t seem to write for anyone else atm.

Confidence has come naturally to you since the first day you walked through the castle doors. Many would wager that’s why you ended up in Slytherin over Hufflepuff. You’d never had issues letting people know how you felt about them; rejection had never been a concern or a fear simply because your self-assurance wasn’t so easily deteriorated.

This wasn’t ever in question until two weeks ago. You hadn’t thought twice about approaching Fred after months of mutual teasing, or so you thought it was. You went to his spot on Gryffindor’s table in the morning, greeting him with a single pumpkin pasty. You waited till he took a bite out of it before making some quip that you couldn’t seem to, or rather didn’t want to remember, about owing you a kiss and maybe something more in return for it, to which he painfully, tragically mustered a chuckle past his lips, probably the most awkward position I’ve seen him in, before finally finding the words to let you down easily.

“You know I love you endlessly, but we’re friends” He could’ve just as easily stopped there, but he continued.

“You’re just a little too young for me.”

Young

He briefly dated Amelia Farrow last spring, and she’s four months younger than you, so obviously, it wasn’t an age issue. He saw you as immature, a kid. He couldn’t even begin to picture you as attractive in any form. Actually, feeling affected as a result of rejection was unfamiliar; it was scary. How had you allowed yourself to feel enough for a man that your own stability suffered? As a result, you didn’t just feel hurt, you felt inferior, and that was harrowing enough in itself.

You were just beginning to fall into another rant directing every expressional detail from the twitch of his bottom lip to the scrunch in his left brow when you were interrupted by a loud sigh.

“Babe, I couldn’t live a day without you, but swooning over a blood-traitor Weasley is way more than I can handle for the 7th time this morning”, Pansy quipped after a supportive kiss on my cheek.

“Give me a solution then”, you pleaded, faux pouting while hugging her thighs desperately.

“Seduce him, love; you’ve got the best ass on anyone in this entire school. Malfoy tells me he’s got a preference for it, says he lets a lot slip when they’re off smoking muggle grass.”

“Teach me how. You’re probably the only girl in our year every Slytherin male wants to shag a second time.”

It was the first quidditch match of the year, so naturally, you put on your uniform from 3rd year to cheer the team on. Malfoy found your overreaction to rejection amusing, like a fish out of water, to use his words, so he didn’t mind playing the role of the pawn in your game. You spent all game cheering Draco on, making sure you were just enthusiastic enough to attract Fred’s attention.

The game finally came to an end. Gryffindor just barely scraped by, with Harry catching the snitch. I could already see Oliver Wood pushing Fred about, demanding a valid reason for his poor performance during the game. He pushed Wood off of him and stormed off with an exasperated look on his face.

I caught up to him a few feet away, deciding to skip past the jokes, figuring he wasn’t quite in the mood.

“Hey, you okay?” I timidly asked, reaching out to stroke his hand

“You sure move on quick, don’t you?” He spoke harshly, ignoring my question completely

“Are you serious? You reject me, then get mad at my attempts to move past that?” I shoved his shoulder, feigning annoyance. I knew exactly what I was doing, trying to prompt a reaction out of him.

“And what the hell are you wearing? Damn near sent Adrian Pucey spiralling into the benches with your ass out like that.”

“So I had both team’s beaters distracted, huh?”

“I wasn’t distracted so much as horrified.” He immediately followed

You shoved him playfully. “Shut up, weasel. You’re literally still staring at my tits.”

“You’re telling me you didn’t put that outfit on for me to stare at?” He whispered as we came to a halt just outside the quidditch changing rooms

To my dismay, I couldn’t think of anything to do or say but scoff at him, to which his grin grew even bigger.

He turned to leave, my brain regaining activity without the pressure of his eyes in contact with mine.

“I put it on so you’d have a clearer image to jack off to tonight.”

I headed back to my dorm before he could get another word in.

I approached the great hall hand in hand with Daphne Greengrass, completely satisfied with the way I left things with Fred yesterday, convinced I’d won. The smile on my face immediately dropped as I heard the conversation taking place at the Gryffindor table.

“- he’s even got a Slytherin girl in his pocket, dressing up like a little slut just for him.”

“Tell me, Weasley, does she like it rough?”

“Seems like the kind of girl that’d take it in the back.”

Your heart dropped as you heard comments from miscellaneous men in the house, jeering over each other, collectively patting an angry-looking Fred on his back and shoulders in a congratulatory manner.

We made eye contact. Before the men at his table sensed my presence, too, I broke away from Daphne and sprinted out of the Hall. I sank by a tree in front of the lake as I took shallow breaths.

What hurts is that every assumption they made about my character felt deserving. When did I become the girl so desperate for one man’s attention that I so pathetically made myself more sexually desirable in his eyes? So that his lust would cloud his judgement and throw me lay at the very least? I hadn’t even realised how delirious I was acting and how painfully obvious it was to everyone but me just how much more I clung to the idea of him. It was like a montage of clarity was playing in my brain, of the way I continued running up to the Gryffindor common room every morning, taking every opportunity to make what I thought was subtle physical contact with him. God.

I let out a little yelp when I finally opened my eyes. Fred sat right next to me, leaning his head against the tree the same way I was.

“God, you scared me half to death! fucking cunt” I muttered the last part, allowing my anger to peak through

“I had Malfoy help me make sure those guys’ mouths stay shut. I’m sorry you had to hear that, and I’m sorry they were able to say more than two words without me hexing them and their mothers, to begin with. None of what any of them said is worth your care. They heard us talking outside the changing rooms yesterday. They’re all jealous little virgins that have-

“They were things I needed to hear” I cut him off before he fell into a rant that honestly wouldn’t have made a difference to the way I felt.

He looked at me incredulously, struggling to find the words to respond.

“I was seeking your attention so incredibly desperately. It embarrasses me to think about it. You said no; I should’ve respected that and left it as it was. I took your reasoning personally, and for the way I’ve acted since that day, I apologise, truly,” I continued.

He sighed. “I only said what I said out of fear. I’m sure you remember I briefly dated a Hufflepuff girl in your year, Amelia. I made a mistake getting involved with her. She didn’t know how to separate love from attachment, and it got to a point her dependence on me started affecting her mental well-being, along with mine. Nobody saw much of me during the time we were dating because I was just so caught up with making sure she was okay since she relied on me completely. I didn’t realise I was even allowed to have boundaries at all in a relationship. She constantly made me feel selfish and uncaring for wanting space or even just time with my family. When you told me how you felt about me, I had recovered from the relationship, but I hadn’t yet allowed myself to consider a future relationship with another person. I said what I thought I needed to say to avoid our relationship turning into the one I had with Amelia. But ever since you told me how you felt about me, it made me realise nothing about us has ever been platonic to me. I have never thought of you that way, and even when I tried to, I didn’t know how to look at you in any other way than lovingly. I feel so much for you. I could see myself loving you so easily. I’m just really afraid. I don’t know if I’m ready to navigate that all over again.”

It took me a while to respond, taking in everything he said in a state of such vulnerability. I noticed a stray tear on my skirt; it was his. I immediately reached out to hold his hands in comfort. I opened my mouth to respond but was cut off yet again.

“I will never allow anyone to say a word against you ever again, love.” He added

“I care a lot about you, Fred. I reacted the way I did, with such force and conviction, because it’s unfamiliar to me too, feeling so deeply for someone. Whatever you want to come from this, we can do. I want to learn to keep my independence through my feelings for you. I don’t think declaring something more than friendship will change things between us overnight, and I think all we need to do is keep being us.”

“Okay”, he responded timidly but surely.

He could’ve just stopped there, but I’d come to learn that’s never something to expect from him.

“I absolutely did jack off to you last night, though.”

I kicked him in the shin as we walked back to the castle, hand in hand.

End

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wisteriaw0rld · 1 year ago

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-ˋˏ ༻confessions༺ ˎˊ-

||characters: Tanjiro, Zenitsu, Inosuke, Genya, Muichiro, (confessing: separately)

||additional tags: Fluff, Gn! Reader, Headcanons + short oneshot

“do you think we’ll be in love forever? Do you think we’ll be in love?” -Lana Del Rey

˚ʚKamado Tanjiroɞ˚

♡The two of you are the definition of: Fell first and fell harder, with him falling harder without a doubt.

♡Tanjiro is most definitely the type to wait for a romantic moment to come, and if the moment he’s looking for is taking too long to come, he’ll set up his own romance moment.

♡When confessing he’s 100% the more nervous type instead of the confident type. It’s not that he’ll overthink little details, it’s that he’s afraid if you were to reject him, his friendship with you would be ruined completely

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“Tanjiro, When can I open my eyes?” You questioned impatiently, one of your hands hovering over your eyes while the other was holding Tanjiros gentle hand.

A small smile appeared on the boys lips as he began slowing his pace before halting, you doing the same. “You can open them, now.” He finally replied, letting go of your hand.

The moment you did open your eyes, you saw a great view of the stars as it was night time. He took you to the top of a hill, a small blanket on the floor at the edge of the hill for both of you to sit comfortably. You already liked him although you did know better than to get your hopes up.

When it comes to talking to you in general, he isn’t nervous at all. But when it comes to the actual confessing part, he becomes nervous. Really nervous.

“Y/n, out of all the people I’ve met so far on my journey, you’ve treated me the kindest and I love you more than anything.” He’ll definitely say it too fast so he’ll have to repeat himself. But when he repeats himself slowly, he definitely stutters more.

˚ʚAgatsuma Zenitsuɞ˚

♡He’s impatient when it comes to confessing. And he can’t at all wait for a perfect moment.

♡And with the way he acts and randomly out of nowhere tells you to marry him, when he actually confesses, you think it’s another one of his attempts to get out of the demon slayer corps.

♡So it’s needless to say you thought his confession wasn’t serious. Especially with when he chose to confess.

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Being assigned missions with Zenitsu was something you eventually got used to. But getting assigned missions with him without Inosuke or Tanjiro was new.

Usually, Zenitsu would choose to cling onto Tanjiro’s arm. Although with Tanjiro at the Swordsmith village, he chose to cling to you instead. Which you didn’t exactly mind.

You held the handle of your Katana closely as you heard a demon approaching. With Zenitsu’s hearing, he of course heard the demon just as you did.

And fearful as he always is, he chose to confess the very moment the demon died in the middle of the town you two were in.

“Y/N! I THOUGHT I WAS GONNA DIE! YOU SAVED ME! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.” He clung onto you in a hug when in reality, he had fallen asleep last moment and beheaded the demon, waking up right after.

When he realized you though the confession he made wasn’t serious, he had to explain again in a less fearful tone while still keeping you in a tight hug.

˚ʚHashibira Inosukeɞ˚

♡When confessing, He sounds completely loud and confident as he always is. Although on the inside he’s nervous. But It’s hard to see.

♡With any means necessary, He won’t let you see that he’s nervous. It’s not like you can tell so in your eyes, it doesn’t really matter too much.

♡He doesn’t really know when a romantic moment is. But he’s also not the type to randomly rush in like Zenitsu whenever he see’s a girl.

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You sat on the engawa of the butterfly mansion, still in the uniform you were given when you had first arrived. You were completely bored out of your mind and you couldn’t exactly sleep. You weren’t sleepy and you had too many thoughts running through your head.

Suddenly, a small creak from the wooden floor was heard, making you turn over quickly, only to see Inosuke walking towards you, his boar mask in his hands instead of on his head.

Upon realizing it was just him, you stopped being tense, your body turning the other way once more. Until Inosuke took a seat next to you, making you turn your attention to him again.

Just as you were about to turn your attention back to the moon again, you watched as one of the Onigiri’s in Inosuke’s hands got tossed onto your lap.

“You should be glad I like you enough to share.” He stated before turning the other way while munching on his own Onigiri. If you couldn’t get the hint then he’ll clarify more loudly the next morning.

˚ʚShinazugawa Genyaɞ˚

♡Definitely acts all tough and prideful when confessing but his face is burning and completely red while attempting to make eye contact but failing to do so.

♡He’s really nervous on the inside and the most He can do for a romantic moment is pick some flowers in a nearby field and give them to you. If he does anything more than that, he fears that something will co completely wrong.

♡If you were doing something before he was about to confess, he’ll politely drag you off to a more secluded area before giving you the flowers.

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Your own face was a light shade of red but you couldn’t exactly be embarrassed as Genya’s face was worse, practically shoving the small but nice colored flowers into your own hands.

“Genya, are you okay?” You questioned, gently taking hold of your favorite colored flowers. You stared at him, his gaze averted somewhere else, too nervous to look you in the eye.

“Kanroji said this was the best thing I could do for you.” He finally spike after a few moments of silence between the both of you.

Finally, Genya looked over at you, watching as you played with the flowers he gave you. “I really like you Y/n.”

˚ʚTokito Muichiroɞ˚

♡He’s mostly blunt about it, and if he were nervous, it wouldn’t show. Not even a little bit.

♡Since he’s a little new to love, especially romantic feelings, he doesn’t really know when The Perfect Moment would be. And he wouldnt ask Mitsuri for help either.

♡He went to mitsuri when he first started experiencing feelings for you, but just as she was about to offer how he should confess, he left her Estate without another word.

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You laid on the soft grass, cloud gazing with Muichiro laying right next you, his long hair sprawled all over the soft grass. A few moments ago, Muichiro knocked on your estate, asking you to watch the clouds with him.

He had a reason he was asking you. That reason was to tell you about his feelings while watching the clouds. But the moment he got lost in the clouds as usual, he forgot why he asked you to join him.

So he Just began to enjoy the Company, ignoring the feeling that he forgot something more important than usual.

“How cute, that one’s shaped like a heart! Reminds me of Kanroji.” Your finger pointed up at a cloud that was shaped exactly like a heart.

‘Oh, right.’ Muichiro’s head fell to the left to look at you. His eyes Soon drifted down to your hand. Before he knew it himself, he intertwined his pinky finger with yours, making you turn your head over to him with a confused expression on your face.

“Y/n. I love you. More than a friend.”

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kindlyduhh · 1 month ago

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A Greedy Heart pt.1

You can also read it on my ao3 page !!

Content warnings: fem!reader, fluff, gets suggestive towards the end

Word count: 4.5K

Mammon has been thinking about confeesing to you about his feeling but just cant find the right time. After some miscommunications he finally finds the guts the say what was on his mind...

Once again, it was a typical day in the devildom and you and Mammon were spending time together in your room. He was sitting on your bed and you were laying next to him.

You loved hanging out with mammon, his presence calms you down and you were happy that mammon also tried to hang out with you even though he acts nonchalant as he tried to seem like he didn't care, but you always saw through him, how much he’d blush every time you agree to hang out, and it is truly adorable.

Normally you guys would just joke around or mammon would make a plan to steal Lucifer's credit card again, but he was unusually quiet today just scrolling on his D.D.D.

You could clearly see that mammon wanted to say something that was on his mind since he kept glancing at you, but he wasn't saying anything.

“Mammon, are you alright?” knowing that if you don't ask him directly, he definitely wouldn't talk about whatever was bothering him.

“Yea, I'm fine…” he huffs while ruffling his beautiful white hair.

The whole day, he seemed unusually distant, casting frequent glances your way with a grumpy expression. It was obvious that something was bugging him, but he was being stubborn as usual.

“Oh c'mon mammon, I know something is up… I promise I won't judge you or anything like that.” you said in a reassuring tone, his eyes softened ever so slightly.

You could see that he was struggling to express himself, as people had belittled him every time he voiced his thoughts, calling him a scumbag or a money grubber. It pained your heart to witness his struggle.

Mammon didn't understand why you were this kind. You were so gentle and caring, which was a thing he wasn't used to.

He got used to your affection so much since the day that you came to devildom that when you weren't around; he felt alone and jealous every time you hung out with the other brothers, which was a feeling he hated.

Mammon's heart pounded in his chest as he tried to find the courage to express his feelings. He had been holding them in for so long, but it was becoming harder and harder to keep them hidden.

Every time he looked at you, his heart ached with the unsaid words. He knew he had to speak up, but the fear of rejection and judgment held him back.

"Ugh, I dunno..." Mammon started to speak while fidgeting with his hands, but before he could finish, Levi suddenly burst into the room without bothering to knock on the door.

“Yo y/n, the game that we were waiting for is out! c’mon let's go, we have to play it now.” Levi says enthusiastically. You and Levi were waiting for this game for a really long time and you have promised him that you would play it together.

Mammon was filled with a mix of disappointment and anger as Levi interrupted, but he tried to keep his facial expressions neutral. "Great, just great. " He couldn't shake off the regret and frustration that he had almost let himself be vulnerable.

"Levi, can you wait just for a second? I'll be in your room in a minute, okay?" You slightly get up from the bed and glance at Mammon, noticing that he was clearly irritated that Levi entered the room just when he was about to speak.

“Oh c'mon y/n, if we don't start playing now, we might miss the free gacha pulls, and it's not like you guys are doing anything, right?” Levi explains, it's clear that he isn't gonna give up.

As Mammon slowly got up from your bed, you could sense his emotional walls building up again, his attempt to act nonchalant.

“Hey where are you going? You were gonna say something, right?” trying to convince mammon to stay, but when your eyes met with his, you could see the disappointment and regret in his eyes. You get even more confused by his actions.

“It's nothin really, ya guys can play your games or whatever… I need to go somewhere, anyway.” Mammon tries to smile as he masks away his feelings.

Your heart breaks at how cold he is being. He wasn't even looking at you anymore. You start to feel even more anxious overthinking everything you did today.

Mammon murmurs under his breath “bye then…” He quickly leaves your room, not even giving you a chance to say goodbye.

You try to act like you are fine. “Well, let's play our game right.” You sigh while smiling at Levi since you didn't want to worry him about anything. He nods and starts walking to his room while talking about how excited he was about the game as you try not to think about mammon.

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It was midnight now, the dim light of the devildom brightening the room ever so slightly as you say goodnight to Levi. He was accustomed to staying up late, so you knew he'd likely keep playing the game.

You had a headache, so you held the bridge of your nose to relieve it slightly, but it didn't work. Your mind wandered about mammon the whole night and you couldn't even focus on the game anymore.

You anxiously walk through the corridor while thinking about going to mammon’s room. You weren't sure if he was awake or this was a good idea, but you were seriously worried if you said something to upset him and the worrying was eating you every minute passing by.

You finally come to his room just waiting in front of the door anxiously to have some courage to knock on the door. You could hear your heart beating in your whole body and you think to yourself why you were this nervous.

You sigh and finally knock on the door with shaky hands. As you wait in front of the door, you get even more self conscious about what you were doing. This was a mistake, and you were probably gonna wake mammon in the middle of the night for nothing.

You slightly get relieved when he doesn't open the door. Of course, he was sleeping. It was really late. As you turn away and make your way to your room, you pick up on the faint sound of a door opening.

“Y/n… what are ya doin here?” Mammon says, his voice sounds sleepy. You curse yourself under your breath for waking him up for something so stupid.

You turned to him to apologize, but froze the moment you saw him. Your eyes open wider and you can feel your face heating up.

He was only wearing gray sweatpants, leaving his toned, bare chest exposed to the dim moonlight. The sight was mesmerizing as you tried to tear your gaze away, but your eyes were glued to his sculpted form. You gulped and tried to not look at him like a creep, looking everywhere but him as you blushed harder.

And that's when he realized that he wasn't wearing any shirt. His face started to get even redder than yours somehow as he cleared his throat. “S-sorry I just woke up… I'll go put on a shirt”

Without thinking, you grab his arm to stop him. Noticing his shocked expression, you quickly release his arm, feeling awkward as you stand fidgeting with your hands.

“U-um, it's fine. I shouldn't even come here. I'm sorry for waking you. It's nothing important. You should just go to sleep,” you say awkwardly while looking down. You couldn't even look at his face because of how embarrassed you are.

Mammon feels slightly upset about the way you were hiding your face, even though it's been just a few hours since he already missed seeing your beautiful face.

His arm was still tingling from your touch. Just from that quick contact, he felt himself melting as he bit his bottom lip.

“Nah, it's fine, I'm awake now so ya might as well say it right” He scratched the back of his neck as he gestured to you to come to his room.

Mammon thought of you the entire night as he tried to sleep. He was so jealous of Levi since he got to spend some time with you.

His stomach twisted the entire night, his imagination consumed by the sight of you and Levi sitting next to each other closely. It should be him next to you, not Levi or any of his brothers. He was your first demon, not them.

And to his luck, he heard you knocking on the door. When he saw your face, the relief he felt made him feel like he can finally breathe again.

He slowly walked to his couch and grabbed the shirt laying down there. He quickly put on the shirt, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable.

While wearing his shirt, he caught you glancing at his abs. He wasn't sure if you were checking him out, but the thought of it made his heart beat faster.

You both plump onto the couch. There is an awkward energy in the air. You both stay quiet for a bit, then you awkwardly clear your throat.

“Did I said something that upset you?” you blurt out suddenly while looking down at the floor.

Mammon looks confused, not understanding why you would ask that. You never said something that upset him, hell it was the opposite all the time.

Mammon felt a pang of unease when you refused to meet his gaze. He yearned for your attention, craving the way your eyes would light up as you looked at him. "Hey, why are ya asking that? Of course ya didn't," he reiterated, trying to catch your gaze.

"What made ya think that, anyway?" His heart ached as he longed for the connection he had with you, the way you always gave him your undivided attention and made his stomach do flips.

You ran your hand through your hair out of frustration, realizing you sounded a bit foolish. "Umm... I'm not sure," you began, trying to find the right words. "You just seemed off today, and you stormed off when Levi came to my room. I was worried I did something wrong."

Your voice trailed off as you exhaled, feeling a bit embarrassed by how insignificant your worries seemed now that you said them out loud.

Mammon's heart sank when he realized that he had made you worried. He curses himself for being such an idiot. There you were worrying for him and all it was because he was foolishly scared of your reaction.

“Oi c’mon will ya look at me.” he huffs. There is a tint of worry in his voice as he speaks. The only thing he wants is for you to understand you didn't do anything wrong.

As you finally met his gaze, something in the air shifted. You noticed a glimmer of vulnerability in his golden eyes that made your heart skip a beat. His usual cockiness was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a rare moment of sincerity.

“Ya didn't do anything wrong, ya dummy. Ya don't need to worry about me.” He reached out his hand to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.

Your breath hitched as Mammon's hand made gentle contact with your hair, grazing your skin softly. The brief touch sent a jolt through your body, making you dizzy with a newfound craving for more.

His touch felt incredibly soft and tender, and you found yourself subconsciously leaning into it, silently wanting more of the sensation. As he spoke, his words seemed to get lost in your mind, overpowered by the overwhelming feeling of butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Your voice quivered as you spoke, expressing your concern for Mammon. "But I do worry about you," you said, your words laced with a hint of desperation.

"If you talk to me, maybe I can help you somehow. Did Lucifer lecture you again, or is it those witches bothering you?" You hoped that he would finally open up and let you in, to allow you to at least try to comfort him‌.

Mammon felt a pang of guilt as he heard the desperation in your voice. He didn’t mean to make you worry, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit the real reason behind his sour mood.

“Aw, ya worry too much about me, ya know that?” he tried to deflect, flashing a cocky smile. “I’m a tough demon, ya know? Nothin’ can get me down.”

This is typical Mammon behavior of trying to hide his feelings and act nonchalant, even though he’s actually touched by your worry about him.

Your frustration was evident as you let out a sigh, not swayed by Mammon's attempts to dismiss your concern. Surprisingly, a newfound boldness washed over you, and you reached out, gently grasping his hand in a reassuring grip. You held it firmly, trying to convey your care through your touch.

"Mammon, it's okay to admit when you're feeling down or upset. You don't always have to put on a tough act, especially not with me. I care about you, and I want to understand what's been bothering you."

Mammon's eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised by your honesty. He hadn't expected you to be so direct about it. He hesitated for a moment, not used to talking about his feelings or problems, but the genuine concern in your voice made him feel like he couldn't keep you in the dark anymore.

He let out a deep sigh, his shoulders drooping slightly. "It's not Lucifer or the witches," he muttered, looking away from you. "I actually…" He paused, taking a moment to gather his thoughts.

Mammon takes a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal what's been on his mind. "There's something I've been wanting to talk to ya about," he begins, his tone a bit hesitant.

Your heart skips a beat, anticipation swelling within you. Whatever it is Mammon wanted to talk about, it seems serious. You brace yourself, ready to listen intently.

He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, clearly nervous about what he was about to say.

"But I'm not good with this kind of stuff, ya know? Talking about feelings and whatnot." He chuckled weakly.

As you gently squeezed his hand, Mammon felt a shiver run down his spine. The feeling of your soft touch on his skin was like electricity coursing through his body, filling him with an inexplicable sense of comfort and excitement.

It was as if your touch alone had the power to calm his nerves and give him the courage to finally say what was on his mind. With a deep breath, he gathered his thoughts and found the courage to speak.

Mammon took a deep breath, his heart still racing as he looked at you with a mixture of vulnerability and determination.

“I…” he began, but the words got stuck in his throat. He let out a shaky exhale and tried again. “Promise me ya won’t laugh, okay?”

You ran your thumb over his knuckles gently, trying to reassure him that it was okay to open up to you. “I swear on my life I won't laugh Mammon” trying to show how serious you were about his feelings.

He looks at you intently, his expression a mix of emotions."You know how I’m always calling you my human, right?" he starts, his voice a bit shaky.

He looks away for a moment, his eyes darting around the room before finally meeting yours again."And how I always want to be around you and want your attention?" he continues, fidgeting with his shirt hem again.

Oh. OH. Your heart skipped a beat as Mammon mentioned how he always wants to be around you and wants your attention. A wave of realization washed over you, and you started to piece together what he was trying to say.

Your mind races as you process his words, feeling a mix of emotions. Part of you is surprised by Mammon's vulnerability, as he's usually so guarded and closed off. Another part of you is thrilled, the idea that Mammon might be confessing his feelings to you, stirring up a whirlwind of excitement and nervousness.

Mammon takes a deep breath and looks directly into your eyes, his expression a mixture of nervousness and determination.

"I've been trying to figure out how to say this, but I'll just say it straight out." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts and mustering his courage.

"I... I like ya, okay? Like a lot. And not in the ‘friend’ way, but in the ‘I can’t stop thinkin’ about ya, miss ya when yer not around, wanna spend all my time with ya’ kinda way."

Mammon's stomach twists as he confesses. He can't believe he actually said it. The intrusive thoughts start spinning in his mind as he feels his heart beat getting faster. What if you didn't like him? If so, would this ruin the relationship you had with him?

He feels dizzy as he waits for your response while still feeling like he made a mistake by opening up to you. What if he lost you because of his confession? Why couldn't he be content with just your friendship? Why did he have to be so greedy?

As these thoughts pass around his mind, you gently put your hand on his cheek. There is a tint of redness on your face. He can barely see it under the dim moonlight. “You like me… you mean it?” your voice trembling slightly. You felt your heart beat getting faster at his words.

You never thought that Mammon would confess one day. Of course, you both acted flirty from time to time, but whenever it felt too serious or real, he find a way to get away from the situation, acting like he had no feelings towards you.

Mammon's voice trembles, “I umm… I-I do mean it alright…”. His face is fully red now as he tries to not meet your gaze. He huffs while scratching the back of his neck, clearly frustrated about being this vulnerable.

“I-Its ‘kay if ya don't feel the same ı just… gahh i dunno I thought I should tell ya or somethin’ I know I'm being an idiot now so it's fine if ya wanna leave or whatever…” He mumbles under his breath, glancing at you just for a second. The way he looks at you with a glint of desperation, like you are gonna leave him for being vulnerable.

You put both of your hands on Mammon’s cheeks, forcing him to look into your eyes. His eyes widen as you get slightly closer to his face. “Mammon, you're not being an idiot… and ı would never leave you, okay…” you whisper while caressing his cheek gently.

He closes his eyes as he feels your touch. It's so soft and tender and he feels dizzy from the sensation. Without realizing, he nuzzles to your hand as he sighs.

He looks so beautiful between your hands, his eyes closed. He looks like a painting as his white hair slightly glows under the dim moonlight. And you finally find the courage to say what is in your heart.

“I-I like you too Mammon… like a lot. Every time I look at you, my heart starts to beat faster like it's gonna burst out of my chest,” you whisper, your voice trembling as you speak.

Mammon quickly opens his eyes when he hears your word. Did you say you liked him? No way you said that right. Did you say it back because you didn't want to upset him?

“Ya do? are ya sure bout it… ya don't have to say it back just because you don't want to upset me or whatever yer thinking, ‘key.” He mumbles under his breath. Barely meeting your gaze.

You tilt his head to face you gently, wanting to convince him about your feelings. “Of course I'm sure mams… ı wouldn't lie about my feelings, especially to you. I like you so much that I want to be next to you all the time… ı love your smile, ı love talking to you, I love that when you get excited about something you get even louder,” you chuckle "and I love you Mammon…”

His brain stops for a second. The way you talk about him is so sweet as he melts at your every word. He is not used to this type of tenderness and he might get addicted to it if you keep going like this.

As Mammon's brain processes the words you just spoke, his heart fills with a mixture of shock and happiness.

It's like the weight of the world has been lifted off his shoulders after expressing his feelings for you, and now, hearing you say you feel the same... he can't contain his emotions any longer.

He gazes intently into your eyes, his breathing shaky as he leans closer to you.

"Can I...?" he whispers, his gaze flickering down to your lips

You nod as your voice shivers “yeah…” your heart is beating faster and faster while he places his hands on your cheek and finally closes that little gap between you two.

As his lips gently met yours, a rush of sensations washed over you. It was a sweet and tender kiss, full of longing and desire. Mammon's hand trembled gently against your cheek as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer with his other hand.

He couldn't believe this was happening. He felt even more dizzy as your hands wandered around his body. Your soft hand gliding against his hair made him feel euphoric as you deepened the kiss.

You were kissing him with a hunger even you didn't know existed. The way you were kissing him with such a fervor was driving mammon crazy as he was getting more worked up every second.

His hand went to your soft hair, tangling between his fingers as he kept kissing you. The sound you made when he tugged on your hair made his whole body shiver. Your sweet sound felt like music to his ears, and he was getting more greedy for you.

You felt yourself heating up with every touch, losing every sense, only wanting to feel him more. You gently pushed him back onto the couch without breaking the kiss. With a swift move, you swing your leg over his legs, straddling his lap, and pinning him down on the couch.

Mammon's eyes widened in surprise as you straddled him on the couch, pushing him back against the cushions. He looked up at you in a mixture of shock and excitement, his grip on your waist tightening as he tried to keep his composure.

He was blushing hard by your sudden bolt move as he held you by your waist carefully, not wanting for you to accidentally fall down.

His heart was racing, and he could feel your heat pressed against him. It was driving him crazy, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan as you positioned yourself on top of him.

His grip on your waist tightened slightly as he looked up at you, his expression a mix of surprise and desire. "Wh-what are ya doin?" he managed to stutter out, his voice shaky.

His breathless voice makes you come to your senses, and you realize what you are doing. “Uhh… s-sorry I can get up if you want…” you say breathlessly as you hold on to him by his shoulders.

Mammon's heart skips a beat at your sudden concern. Despite his surprise, he can't deny that he loves the feeling of you on top of him. He shakes his head gently, his hand still firmly holding your hip.

Mammon shakes his head, his grip on your waist not loosening. "No, no...it's okay," he says, his voice still shaky. He swallows, his adam's apple bobbing as he gazes up at you. "I... I don't want you to get up," he adds, a hint of pleading in his voice.

He swallows hard, his gaze still fixed on you. There is a hint of vulnerability in his eyes as he looks up at you, silently hoping that you won't leave.

He can feel the heat radiating from your body, the way your chest is rising and falling against his as you try to catch your breath. He glances down at your legs, straddling him, and a pang of desire shoots through his body.

His hands slid from your waist, down to your hips, and he gently pulled you closer to him.

“Ya look beautiful like this…” he whispered as his thumbs started to draw circles on your hips.

You whimpered softly as his hand traced down to your thighs. The voice you made snapped something in him and he started to kiss you roughly, like you were the last thing he was gonna taste.

You started to grind your hips on him to get some type of friction. The sensation made him realize how much he needed to feel you. He holds you by your hips tightly as he tries to feel you more.

You started to kiss his jaw and slowly go down to his neck as you kept moving your hips. You could feel his hardness fully now and you could feel yourself getting wetter every second passing by.

You start to nibble on his neck, leaving a tiny mark there and your hand moves to the hem of his shirt. You looked at him with your eyes full of lust as you asked “can i… take it off…” you gulped as you tried to catch your breath.

You wanting to take his shirt off made him feel like he was in the clouds. He quickly takes his shirt off with a one swift move, leaving his chest bare.

The way you were looking at him with hunger in your eyes, biting your lips as you checked him out with no shame… It was too much. He was gonna lose control if you kept this up.

“y/n i… are ya sure bout this… it's fine if you don't wanna keep goin’ alright” he said wanting to reassure you it was okay if you wanted to stop before it was too late.

You loved how sweet and caring he truly was. Making sure you were comfortable before doing anything else. You gently caressed his cheek. "I'm sure mams… i don't wanna stop… but it's fine if you want to…” you say.

Mammon felt a wave of relief wash over him as you reassured him that you wanted to continue. His heart was racing as he looked up at you, his eyes full of desire.

He gazes up at you for a moment, his eyes locking with yours, and he lets out a shaky sigh. "No… I don't wanna stop… I don't think I could even if I tried…" he says with a hint of desperation in his voice.

He caressed your hips, his hands grasping with a possessiveness that betrayed his growing desperation. “Just… tell me if ya want me to stop... a’right.”

You smiled gently as you caressed his cheek “I don't want to stop mammon… i dont think i can hold on much longer…”

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eeunoia · 4 months ago

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insolitus | yjw.

part four

pairings: yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: you’ve always thought jungwon is out of this world, out of ordinary. he’s someone who seems familiar but at the same time mysterious for almost everybody. you didn’t expect that he himself will unfold more of him with you and it was an insolitus experience.

word count: 6k

warnings: yandere themes, mention of murder, violence, obsessive love, grammatical errors, kissing. (let me know if i missed some)

note: i’ll post jay’s version of this mini series before posting part two of limerence. thank you so much for supporting my works. replies and reblogs are highly encouraged. ily and stay safe!

( part one ; part two ; part three )

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“I feel so bad for her...” your eyes glanced at one of the students looking at the banner being pinned at one of the bulletin boards of your school. A terrified look on her face flashes and you can’t blame her.

One of the girls from your school disappeared on her way home days ago. Missing posters with her face on it are being spread along the whole town to help for the search.

You jolt when a warm hand rests over your waist and soon Jungwon’s familiar scent invades your nose.

“Wonie,” you utter his name under your breath, eyes still fixed at the missing posters.

Jungwon dips his head and kisses your neck once before tugging your body closer to his, pressing your back on his chest.

“I’m scared.”

As somebody who experienced being captured months ago, you cannot help but to think of the traumatizing situation that girl is experiencing at the moment. Your hand shakes, heart thumping so fast in fear.

“Hey,” Jungwon’s soft voice rings at the side of your ear.

When you didn’t respond, he placed both hands on your hips to turn your body, facing him. His gaze soften at the sight of your scared face. He raised his hands and cupped your cheeks, directing your full attention towards him instead.

“I’m here. Nothing bad will happen to you.” he says, giving full assurance and comfort.

Right. Nobody will abduct you. He’s always there for you, he will not let anybody take you away again. There’s nothing to be worried about.

Those are the things you kept on repeating inside your mind. Finally, you calm down and just nuzzle over his chest after he pulls you into a tight embrace.

A conniving grin appears on his lips for a split second.

Of course, there’s no way you’ll be kidnapped because your captor is right there. The same person whose comforting and assuring you at the moment. You have no idea that he’s got you wrapped over his fingers, fully trapped to him. You’re caged without your knowledge.

“Do you think your Dad can do something to help find her?” you whisper, heart still aching for the missing girl.

He sighs, “I will ask him to send help. I’ll also ask for extra security around the isolated places here in our town to avoid any of this incidents.”

You nod, tightening your hug over his waist.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for my bunny.” he dropped a kiss on top of your head.

“Jungwon.”

The two of you looked at the person approaching. It was Leehan, one of the student council officers. He glanced at you before looking back at your boyfriend.

He didn’t pulled off the hug and wait for what Leehan needs.

“The principal asks for us. They need to hear about our plan for gathering volunteers to search for (sunghoon’s girl).” he says seriously.

Leehan’s one of the popular kids in your school. A lot of girls admires him, but they always got intimidated by how serious he is so they don’t shoot their shot at him. You can’t blame them, he seems like the type who will reject girls without batting an eye.

“All right.” Jungwon answered shortly before pulling off the hug.

You pursed your lips into a pout and looked up at him with puppy eyes. He smirks, finding you adorable. He cupped your face and leans in for a kiss on your lips.

“I will text Jay hyung so he can pick you up. They’re at the hangout place. Wait me there.” he instructed.

“B-But,” you gulped, tugging the lower part of his uniform. “can’t I just wait for you?”

Jungwon’s heart leaps in joy. This is what he longed for. This is exactly what he wants, what he dreamt for. You being totally dependent to him. The look on your face indicates how much you’re dependent on him and gives off the vibe that you’ll go crazy being away from him.

He tries so hard to suppress the big evil grin and pursed his lips into a pout instead, he gave your chin a gentle caress.

“It will probably last for a while. I don’t want to keep you waiting that long.” his tone sounded too soft not to oblige to. In the end, you had no choice but to do as he told.

Not long after, just like what he said, his friend Jay arrived. His clean cut black hair just fits perfectly to his bad boy image. Even if its been months since you’ve met his friends, there's still this invisible wall that kept a good distance between you and them. Jungwon’s very cautious and always limits the limitation vaguely that you noticed just recently.

Jay smiles and pulls one of his hand out from his pocket to strike a small wave, “Hi, y/n!” he greets.

You returned the smile just so he wouldn’t notice about you overthinking and overanalyzing every little things.

“Hey,” you responds that caught his attention.

He didn’t gave any reaction to it and just kept his smile. “Your boyfriend asks me to take you to the hangout place while he’s busy doing president duties.” he says trying to make a conversation.

It was obvious how he’s making you feel more comfortable around him and you appreciate it big time. He then guides you towards his family car, a driver stands patiently beside it. He walks towards with such ease, looking too relaxed.

“Get in.” he tilts his head to the car and without thinking much about it, you get inside.

He’s one of Jungwon’s most trusted friends. He once mentioned how they grew up together and basically knew each others all their lives. You find it cool and understand why their friendship is just that strong.

“The others are there too since we don’t have school tomorrow we agreed to hang out more for today.” Jay explains as the car started to drive away from the parking lot.

You nodded your head and kept your mouth shut, eyes fixed outside the window. Jay’s gaze darted at you and he watch silently. He’s still amused as to how Jake and Jungwon manages to pull that thing off that they did to you.

Jungwon’s being very careful ever since and somehow, he finds it adorable. The way he’s very cautious over everything is funny for him. Now, his Heeseung hyung is the same. Specially that he have a girl inside his place as well.

“We’re here.” Jay snapped you out from your thought and opened the door. He steps out and kept it open for you.

“T-Thank you,”

He nods and started walking inside. You followed silently, hands fidgetting nonstop. This will be the first time you will spend time with Jungwon’s friends without him so its making you slightly nervous.

“Y/n’s here!” Jay casually announces after you two got inside.

Multiple heads whips at your direction and you tried your best to show a sincere smile, although you can feel your heart thumping so hard out of nervousness.

You saw Heeseung by the sofa, busy with his phone, but he lifts his head to look at you. With a small smile he waved to acknowledge your arrival which you returned with a small wave too.

Jay naturally went over the pool table, joining Jake and Sunghoon whose currently having a 8ball competition. Jake smiles brightly and waves excitedly at your direction.

“Hi y/n!” he greets full of enthusiasm. He even lets go of his cue stick and handed it to Jay.

Sunghoon just gave you a short nod, not even bothering to flash a smile. You’re compeletly used to it as he’s the most reserved member of their friend group. He rarely initiates conversation and only response when being asked. For you, he’s really intimidating and mysterious. Like he holds a lot of secrets.

“Jungwonie is busy?” Jake’s suddenly in front of you, acting all friendly. Well, he really is the least intimidating between all of them.

Sunoo and Ni-ki finally turns at your way after they lose at the round of the game they’re currently playing. Sending short waves and small smiles then going back to gaming once again.

You glanced back at Jake, “Yes. The principal asks for him to discuss about the volunteering for the search.”

Jake doesn’t seem surprised. For some reasons, you cannot find any empathy or even a bit of concern through his eyes. He just nods his head and continues smiling. You didn’t say anything for a while and all you can hear is the playful banters Jay and Sunghoon throws over each other while competing over billiards.

“A-Are you guys going to volunteer?” you finally ask, feeling the slight awkwardness.

Jake pursed his lips and nods eagerly. Noticing how you’re giving him this look.

“We’ll surely volunteer to help search for her. I can also ask my parents for more help.” he says that eases you.

It made you feel bad for actually thinking oddly over Jake. He’s really a nice guy and the doctors who helps with your recovery are basically employees in their hospital. They barely even ask for payment and just genuinely wished you get better fast.

“I want to help too.” you mumbled.

“I doubt Jungwon will let you.”

Your brows narrowed, “W-Why? I mean, I can come with you guys...”

He sighs and gave you this small smile, almost a grin. “I’m sure he doesn’t want you to feel traumatized again or make you go through it. You know this can trigger it, right?”

That halts your thoughts and actually realized that he was right. Similiar scenarios can actually trigger your episodes and so Jungwon does everything to prevent it from happening. It's been a month ever since the last attack, and so you don’t want that to ever happen again. You don’t want seeing your parents and Jungwon so worried.

Your heads whips at the direction of Sunghoon and Jay when one cheers after winning. Sunghoon groans and pushed his friend's shoulder as he dances in a silly way, his way of showing victory.

“You lost?” Jake asks Sunghoon with a big teasing grin.

The boy rolls his eyes and sat down at the stool chair by the corner of the pool table, then fished his phone out from his pocket.

“Come on, Jake! Let’s play.” Jay challenged him while gathering the balls from the pockets of the table.

Jake snickers a chuckle then agrees before glancing at you. “Come hang out with us, y/n. Jungwon will probably take time.” he then guided you towards the two other boys.

Sunghoon lifts his gaze from his phone over at you then dragged another stool chair near his so you can sit down. You thanked him and Jake starts this another round of game with Jay.

You glanced at Sunghoon whose very quiet. Its not new, he’s always like this.

“I'm sorry about (Sunghoon’s girl).”

He was caught off guard as you noticed how his fingers halts from tapping on his screen. Slowly, he lifts his head to look at you with a confused look on his face. His eyes blank, but you can see that he wasn’t expecting what you just said.

“What do you mean? We’re not even close. Nothing to be sorry about.” he responsed.

You pursed your lips, “Yeah, but I noticed how you always looks at her.”

That was true. Whenever you guys hangs out, Sunghoon seems to be always looking and watching her from afar. You’re a bit observant and its easy for you to put two and two together. It wasn’t that hard to understand that he’s into her.

He stares at you before sighing and locking his phone. His shoulder relaxed and he cranes his neck to face his friends.

“I just...” his words halt. Probably doesn’t know what word to say.

You heaved a sigh and smiled before clapping your hands to his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I’m sure we’ll find her.”

He glanced back at you and a hint of an unknown emotion flickers through his eyes. You can’t tell what exactly it was.

He nods his head and looks back to his friends. His jaw clenched hard, eyes staring blankly at his friends.

“How are you coping up?” he suddenly asks.

“Fine, I guess? I mean, I was terrified when I heard the news and basically shaking while looking at her missing posters, but Jungwon was there to calm me down.” a small smile spreads across your face, remembering how sweet your boyfriend is.

“I wanted to join the volunteer for her search, but Jake said Jungwon won’t probably allow me as it can be the cause of the trigger of my traumas.”

Sunghoon glances and nods his head, “He has a point.” he shortly replied.

You nodded, agreeing.

“I’m sure Jungwon just wants the best for you. You need to be careful, there’s really a lot of dangerous people in this world.” the way he said those words sent instant chills on you.

He isn’t scaring you on purpose. Maybe it was his eyes? Or the way his tone lowers while saying it? You have no idea.

“Good morning, y/n!” you smiled at one of the student who greeted you then waves at her.

You and Jungwon just arrived campus and you’re now on your way to your class. He was again asked to come at the student council’s office for some important matters. You almost roll your eyes, worried that they’re overworking him.

You understand that its a salient case and actions are needed to be taken care of right away, its just you can’t help but to worry for your boyfriend’s health.

After arriving at the locker’s area, you’re quick to find yours and was about to open it when your phone rang. One of your hand hangs while holding the lock and the other fished your phone.

“Hello?”

“y/n! Sweetheart!” your Mom’s cheerful voice echoes from the other line. A smile instantly made its way to your lips. It’s not like you don’t meet your parents or something. It is a small town and so it was easy for them to visit you or vice versa. It’s just, you've lived with your parents your whole life and its still hard to get used not having them in the same roof.

“Mom! How are you?” your hand drops and just focused first on talking to your Mother.

“Oh I’m doing good! How about you? How are you and Jungwon?”

“We’re fine, Mom. He’s taking good care of me.”

She hums, “Oh I know he does. He’s a good kid after all.”

“He is.”

There’s a short silence before she giggles, “So, I'm expecting to see you two this weekend okay?”

Your face lightens up after remembering the said plan you and your parents made last last week. Jungwon agrees to it and so you’ve confirmed it to your Mom making her so excited.

“Yes, I’ll see you soon, Mom.”

“See you, darling. Curry is Jungwon’s favorite, right? I will cook for him.” she sounded so excited and that tugs something in your heart.

You knew how greatful your parents are to Jungwon. After all, he was the one who saved you.

“All right, Mom. Thank you.”

“No problem.”

She bids goodbye after that and you’re smiling while looking at your phone. You have no idea you’ll end up in this kind of relationship with Jungwon. He’s very sweet and your source of comfort ever since the incident. You managed to get through all of these, thanks to him.

You opened your locker after snapping back to your senses. When the lock clicks and it slides open, something dropped from inside.

“Huh?” you mumbled softly, confused.

A paper, that looks like its been ripped from a notebook, is at the ground. It fell from your locker and as far as you remember, it doesn’t belong to you.

Without putting much thought about it, you crouched down to get it and check what it is.

Your brows then narrowed down after reading what’s written on the paper.

‘Don’t trust anyone around you. Specially Yang Jungwon.’

That was the one written. Your heart thumped hardly, chest tightening for some unknown reason. There’s no complete context to this note and whoever left this clearly doesn’t want to be known.

This has to be a joke, right? Why wouldn’t you trust Jungwon? The person who wrote this was probably just playing with you. Everybody knows who saved you. How can you not trust that person?

Your mind wanders off and started to be occupied by alot of things. It may sound wrong, but lately you’ve been noticing a lot of things with Jungwon and his friends. You’re a very good observant.

It’s not actual bad things, just some things that other people may think of as nothing, but to someone who overthinks alot, you find them odd.

First, they’ve been talking about Heeseung’s girl. She’s not named and all, but she’s been mentioned by the boys a couple of times. Asking about her condition and all. You can tell they’re limiting the things they say and questions they ask whenever you’re around.

When you asked Jungwon if Heeseung’s girl goes to your school, he said yes and that she’s very sick so she’s now taking a time off and resting.

It may not be odd and it can happen. People does get sick and no matter how sad it is, that’s reality. But what doesn’t sit right for you is those medicines you’ve seen multiple times.

Jake’s family owns the main hospital in your town and it would be very easy for him to get those things. Most of it are medicines used to get people unconscious, the ones used to patients so they can calm down and pass out. It made you wonder where they’re using it? Why does he supply his friends with those?

Did Jungwon got some too?

“Y/n,” you jolted making you drop the paper.

You quickly crouched to get it and turned around to face the person who calls for you. Leehan’s concerned face greets you, his eyes drops at your hand and you hid it behind you.

“Sorry to scare you.” he says, eyes still looking at your hand.

“It's f-fine.”

He glanced back on your eyes, “Jungwon asked me to let you know that he can’t walk you to your classroom.”

You nodded and smiled awkwardly. He stares at your eyes for a while without saying anything else.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“Yes.” you answered right away.

He just nods his head and left. When you saw him finally out of your sight, you heaved a sigh and rests your back at the locker. You got caught up to your thoughts that you forgot that class is almost starting. Thanks to the bell ringing, you hurried to get your stuff and go to your class.

The whole day, you’re just spacing out. The message in that note bothers you so much. No matter how hard you try to dismiss it and convince yourself that its probably just some students playing some sick pranks on you. But something just doesn’t sit right to you.

“Hey,” you jolted and glanced at the person beside you.

Jungwon’s eyes are staring carefully at you, hand resting at the small of your back, caressing it softly. He noticed how occupied are you and he’s worried that you’re hiding something from him.

“H-Huh?”

He kept a straight face, doesn’t let you know that he’s caught up on how troubled you are. This is so much not like you. He smiles gently then looked at you with concern.

“Are you okay? You’ve been out of it since this morning.” he tilts his head to catch your eyes. “Did something happen?”

His other hand reaches for your hands, intertwining his to your fidgeting fingers. You stare at his warm looking and beautiful eyes. The very same ones that comforts you every time.

A part of you feels so guilty that you have the heart to doubt him. Him. Yang Jungwon, who saved you from being kidnapped. There’s no way that he’s someone who you shouldn’t trust. Your heart swells and you smiled warmly.

“I-I’m sorry.” you started and let out a heavy sigh. Tears slowly brims your eyes as you lean to place a kiss on his lips. Just a peck and Jungwon shuts his eyes as your lips touches his then opens it again to stare at you lovingly.

You let go from his hold and slid your hand inside your pocket to retrieve the note that you received from a while ago.

“I found this inside my locker this morning.” and you slid it in front of him.

Jungwon’s eyes then darted at it before he gently take it from your hand. He unfolds it then reads what written on it. You sniffed, totally feeling guilty because of it. Also a little afraid that it will upset him.

Instead of angry looking eyes, Jungwon looks at you with worried ones.

“Some people are probably just playing pranks on you.” he says calmly. You nodded since that’s what you thought too.

“Y-Yeah, I’m s-sorry.” your head lowered.

Jungwon sighs heavily and then gently tugs you closer to him, placing a peck on your forehead.

“It’s okay, baby. I understand. It’s fine to feel scared.” he assured and you hugged him even tighter.

“But to make you feel better, do you want to stay at your parents?”

You instantly pulled away from him with widen eyes. “R-Really?”

His eyes roamed around your face before he smiles softly and nodded his head. He raised his hand to gently brush away some of your hair strands.

“Yes, bun. Whatever makes you feel more safe.”

Your heart aches, both in happiness and guilt. How can you ever doubt this person? All he do is care for you.

“Thank you, Jungwon.”

“Anything for you.” and he leans to give your nose a kiss before leaving one on the lips as well.

“Thank you for having me today, Mr. and Mrs. (surname).” Jungwon bows politely to your parents.

“No problem, Jungwon! You know you’re always welcome here in our home, right?” your Mom caress his arm that made your boyfriend smile, showing off his dimples.

“Y/n, walk Jungwon out.”

You nod your head and held hands with him as you head outside of your house.

It’s friday night and you two went home as planned, although it got a day early since Jungwon promised that you can stay here for the mean time. Your parents are of course happy about it, your Dad to be specifically.

You had dinner with Jungwon and everything went smoothly. The missing girl was also brought to the conversation and he explained that he wanted to help on the search. He informed them too that he refused for you to be part of it so the chance of being traumatized can be avoided.

“Thank you so much, Won.” your eyes shines through the night light near your house. Jungwon smiles as his thumb rubs over your hand, sending warmth.

He pursed his lips, “You’re welcome.” he heaved a sigh. “Tho I will miss you around our place.”

Your heart swells, “I’ll be back soon.”

He nods, “Just focus on getting proper rest, okay?”

He’s so sweet and caring. You can’t imagine not having him in your life.

“Please eat proper food, as much as possible limit food deliveries.” your reminders made him grin widely.

“I can’t promise that but I will try.”

You nodded with a wide smile. He leans in for an affectionate kiss. The way he did that gave you an impression that he will really miss you. Your hands snaked over his nape, pulling him even closer. You will definitely miss him too.

His driver opened the car’s door for him and with a small smile you waved at him. He even rolled the car’s window to look at you.

“Call me anytime, okay? I will be right here if you need me.”

“I love you.”

His smile grew wider. “I love you more.”

The next day, you and your Mom went to the near market to fetch some fresh vegetables. Some old vendors recognize you right away, getting all excited seeing you around.

“y/n! It’s good to see you looking so well.” one even stated.

“Thank you, its good to see you too.” and you bowed that made her smile warmly.

“Jungwon’s such a good kid, isn’t he?”

You nodded at your Mom. On the way to your house, you two can’t help but to have a conversation about your boyfriend. You’re aware of how thankful she is for him and how bad she wants for him to be with you forever.

“He’s good looking, smart, responsible and even from a great family.” she commented while smiling widely at you.

She’s always been praying for you to find someone who will take good care of you. After you disappeared, she prayed that when you returned, she will not ask for anything else. Since you’re the only child they have, both of your parents wanted nothing but what’s best for you. When you went missing, it felt like the will to live was gone along with you. They’re like dead people, trying to survive.

Jungwon brought them their beloved daughter. And again, they feel alive. So for your parents, he’s not just your savior but also theirs. They will forever be greatful for him.

You spent the day with your parents, trying to enjoy it with them. This is like your second chance in life, and so you wanted to make the best out of it.

“Where are you going, y/n?” your Mom asks when she noticed you putting on shoes.

You looked over your shoulder, “(friend name) is in the library right now. She asked me to meet up for a while.”

Despite the look of worry on her face, she tried to pull up a smile and nodded. After that incident before, she wants to prevent you from going out, specially if Jungwon’s not around. But she also doesn’t want to hold you back and make you feel like a prisoner.

“Please be safe.”

You nodded, “I won’t take long, Mom.”

After bidding goodbye with her, you headed to the public library near your house. It’s a walking distance, but it will take a while unlike if you take a cab.

The library is packed with people, you chose the far end part of the library where there’s lesser people. You picked a random book to get yourself entertained while waiting for your friend. She’s taking time and you didn’t even realized that you dozed off.

You jolted when you felt your phone constantly vibrating.

“Shit.” you cursed and checked your watch to see what’s time it is.

“Oh my gosh,” you stood up and quickly walked outside the library. There’s fewer people now since it’s almost 8pm. You can’t believe that you slept that long and that your friend didn’t even showed up.

You read a text message from her that she cannot make it because of an emergency, but the message arrived after you dozed off.

You slightly calmed down after seeing that the streets aren’t that vacant. People walks around and you stared at the street then spaced out a bit.

It’s just been two days ever since Jungwon let you stay with your parents and you already missed him. It made you wonder why you even wanted to do that. Jungwon’s your comfort person. If there’s someone you should entrust your life with, it should be him.

After making up your mind, you decided to text your parents that you’re with your friend and that you’re heading to Jungwon’s place since its closer. You will surprise him.

You lied being with your friend because they will worry about you and that’s the last thing you wanted. They’ve been worried for you all the time. Even if they don’t see it, the fear of losing you again always occupies their mind.

You tried waiting for a cab but its already been ten minutes and not even one drove past that street. Realizing that it will delay you more, you decided to walk towards Jungwon’s place.

The walk seems peaceful. The stars above you is pretty and the sound of cars driving past you from time to time is a bit comforting. It was fun, not until you felt weird. Like someone is watching you.

Without being too obvious, you craned your neck slightly to look over your shoulder. A man is walking behind you. There’s a good distance between the two of you, but due to what happened from the past it instantly made you panic.

Your heart races and tries to ignore it. Maybe he’s just like you, trying to go somewhere. Not everyone wants to kidnap you. This is nothing. You’re just overthinking.

But when its been five minutes and he’s still following you, you can’t stop yourself from getting even scared and so you pulled your phone out from your pocket then dialled Jungwon’s number.

That man can be harmless, but its better safe than sorry.

Just two rings and your boyfriend picks up right away.

“Hi, baby.”

“Jungwon!” you whispered with shaking tone.

“Baby? Is something wrong?” he noticed your odd tone right away.

“H-Help me! I think somebody is following me!” you hurry your steps and the man’s pace got faster too. This time you’re certain that he’s stalking you.

“What? Why are you outside?” he shuffled in the background.

“P-Please! I’m scared!”

“Turn on your location. I’m on my way to you.” and you did as he told while trying to walk faster.

When you’re about to walk towards the corner, a hand grabbed you. It’s that man. He’s wearing a hood and his hair covers his eyes completely. He also wears a mask that prevents you from seeing his face, making him unknown.

You yelped and quickly yank your arm back before starting running for your life. Tears brim your eyes as you continued running with no direction. He’s still following you because you can hear his steps.

You don’t know for how long but when you made it at the end of this dark alleyway, you bumped into someone. Your eyes shut tightly and you screamed trying to get away from the person’s grip.

“Let me go!” you screamed.

“Baby! It’s me.” and after hearing Jungwon’s familiar voice your eyes cracks open.

Tears streamed down your face as you hug your boyfriend and he caged you between his arms. Jungwon’s eyes roamed around angrily, some of his father’s men approaches him.

“Search for that person.” he seriously said as he tries to comfort you.

“He grabbed me, Jungwon! He will take me!” your cries makes him more angrier.

“Hey,” he cupped your face and made you look at him.

“I’m here, okay? Nobody will take you.” and he kissed your forehead.

He calmed you down first before he took you back to his place. He called a nurse and also your parents to inform them about what happened making them rush to go see you. Cops went too to interview him since he asked not to bother you as you’re still shaken up.

“Thank you for saving her again, son.” your Father claps his hand over his shoulder. This time, no doubt can be seen through his eyes.

Jungwon nods and excused himself. He pulls his phone out from his pocket and dialled his friend’s number. His jaw clenches hard while remembering how scared you look.

“Jungwon?” Heeseung answered.

“Hyung what the fuck? I thought we agreed on doing the plan next week?” he hissed at his friend.

“What do you mean?" his hyung seems taken aback, astonished and clueless as to what’s happening.

“Your man went overboard, he scared the shit out of my girl! We agreed next week!” he’s so pissed just by remember how terrified you were.

Heeseung was about to say something when somebody calls for Jungwon. He cranes his neck and saw that it was your Mom. There’s still tears on her eyes.

“She's asking for you, Jungwon.”

He nods right away.

“I’ll end the call now. Give me the name of that man, I’m getting rid of him.” he whispers and then ended the call before heading to your room.

“Baby,” he calls that made you lift your head.

He opens his arm and joins you at the bed. You’re still crying and its making him even more mad. This is not what he wanted. They never agreed on that man touching you. All he ask is for him to stalk you and scare you a bit. He will surely pay for it.

“Shh, I’m here now.” he kissed your temple and continued hugging you.

While comforting you, Jungwon receives a call. He saw that it was his Heeseung hyung. He sighs and answered it.

“Let’s talk tomorrow hyung, y/n needs someone to—”

“Jungwon this is important.” he started.

“What is it?”

“I called my men and they just told me that they didn’t follow y/n. They know we planned on next week so they’re not the ones behind it.” he said that made Jungwon fell silent, confused.

“Someone else is tailing y/n.”

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goblinontour · 5 months ago

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Settle Him Down

turning into something sweet

part 3 | series masterlist

warnings: prof!al, age gap (not specified), smut (lots), unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), somnophilia (not discussed beforehand but consensual nonetheless), angst (a bit?), possessiveness, obsession(ish?), feelings

word count: 10.1k

It felt like an eternity since that night you spent with Mr. Turner. You hadn’t heard from him in over two weeks…more like, almost a month. Ever since that night you spent over at his place back home, he hadn’t talked to you. He didn’t reach out in any way and, well, you didn’t have the courage to say anything either. Maybe his silence was telling enough.

When you returned to university, you got an email announcing it to your whole class. That was the fact that he wouldn’t be attending that week. You were really anxious to see him, but you couldn’t do anything about it. And that dreadful week turned into two.

During those couple of weeks, your mind was constantly replaying the events of that night. As you got through your classes, his absence loomed over you. You couldn't shake the feeling that something had gone wrong, that perhaps you had misunderstood his intentions. You wondered if you'd overstepped, if perhaps you'd misinterpreted his feelings. The silence weighed heavily on you, the unanswered questions gnawing at your thoughts. Every time you passed by his office, the closed door seemed to mock your uncertainty.

Despite your best efforts to focus on literally anything else, your mind kept drifting back to that night, analysing every word spoken and every gesture exchanged. The lack of communication from Mr. Turner only fueled your anxiety, leaving you to wonder if he regretted what had happened after all or if he simply didn't want to see you again and it was all just to get something out of you.

Still, a glimmer of hope flickered deep in your heart, a tiny voice whispering that maybe, just maybe, there was still a chance to make things right, though you found yourself grappling with the fear of rejection and the longing for closure.

But then Mr. Turner finally returned. The atmosphere in the classroom felt different, of course it did. Everything shifted.

Seeing you again ruined every boundary he had managed to build in his time off. He was distracted all of the sudden, and his mind went to places it shouldn’t while watching you in your seat across the room. The only thing he could think about was having you bent over his desk, whispering in your ear, feeling your skin under his fingertips.

He tried to focus on the lecture, but his thoughts betrayed him. The sight of you, so close yet so out of reach…it made his chest tighten. He couldn't help but glance in your direction, his gaze lingering longer than it should. Fortunately, the desk was covering his lower half, where he subconsciously started rubbing his crotch. Upon noticing, he slid his hand to his thigh, trying to rid himself of the rising tension.

You noticed his unease. Every time his eyes met yours, a flicker of something unreadable passed between you. It was as if he was trying to tell you something without words, a silent plea that you couldn't quite decipher…not yet, anyway. The tension between you was palpable, it made your heart race, thinking back to how you were not that long ago.

After class, you lingered, hoping to catch him alone. As the last student filed out, you approached his desk, your heart pounding in your chest. He looked up, surprise flashing in his eyes before he quickly masked it with a neutral expression.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything. How could you even begin? This was different from the other times, you weren’t in some other town far from here. Perhaps it was a bit too risky, and the need for clarity didn’t outweigh the fear of consequences at this moment.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "Is there something you need?" His tone was formal, but you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers gripped the edge of his desk.

You took that as a polite sign to leave, so you shook your head and headed out. As you walked down the empty hallway, all you could think about was him. With each step you took you remembered another tiny detail about him.

Naturally, you studied him the whole time. His hair was longer, so he didn’t cut it since you’d last seen him before today. And his striped shirt had a coffee stain, most likely, on the sleeve. But, of course, he tried to hide it by rolling them up, leaving a tiny bit of his tattoo exposed. You didn’t see it that much, as he often wore long sleeves, or jackets on top, but it made you treasure the fact that you got to see it in its entirety so much more. You got to see him, all of him.

Days turned into a blur of lectures, assignments, and fleeting glances in Mr. Turner's direction. You avoided lingering after class, and he seemed to keep a professional distance, though his eyes would occasionally betray a flicker of the same conflict you felt.

The thought of confronting Mr. Turner consumed your mind, and as you wrestled with your anxiety, you often found yourself daydreaming about him. Like right now, in the gym of all places. You imagined him in here, and it wasn’t that big of a reach. He clearly worked out in one way or another, you could feel it when you’d grab his toned arms, or in the way his legs looked with nothing to cover them.

In your mind's eye, you could see him clearly: dressed in a loose t-shirt that still clung to his frame from the sweat making it stick to his skin, and some shorts that showed off his legs, maybe even a glance of his thighs when they’d ride up. He’d have a focused look when he worked out, similar to the one he had in class, his brow furrowed in concentration. You imagined him pushing through his sets, every muscle in his body working in perfect harmony.

What you didn’t expect on this random afternoon was seeing Mr. Turner, at the gym. The same gym you were at as well. In the same room. It was a pretty small town but the possibility somehow never occurred to you.

Alright, he probably didn’t see you. The plan today was to just clear your head, maybe catch a glimpse of him from afar, as you always hoped whenever you were, but there he was, just starting with his workout.

His dedication was evident in the way his biceps flexed with each lift, sweat starting to glisten on his skin under the gym's fluorescent lights. The rhythmic sound of weights clinking together filled the air, mingling with the low hum of the treadmills and the steady thud of feet hitting the ground.

As you watched him from afar, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the weights he lifted so effortlessly, wishing you could carry the same weight in his heart, like he, for a moment, made you feel like you just might.

There was something captivating about his discipline, the way he seemed to channel all his energy into his work, always. Despite his intense focus, you wondered if his thoughts ever drifted to you during those moments of being alone. Did he remember the way you had laughed together, the way his touch had sent shivers down your spine? Or was he able to shut those memories out, just as he had shut you out over these past few weeks?

It was as if everything reminded you of the connection you had shared, however brief, and suddenly your determination to seek the closure you needed reignited.

You hesitated, heart pounding, as you approached him. "Mr. Turner?" you called softly, hoping he wouldn't ignore you this time.

He turned, surprise flashing across his face before he composed himself. "Oh! Hey." he said, grabbing a towel and wiping his forehead. His t-shirt clung to his body, damp with sweat, and his breath came in heavy, barely controlled bursts. "I didn't expect to see you here."

"I didn't expect to see you either…" you replied, forcing a small smile. "I- I've been wanting to talk to you."

He nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. "Yeah, erm…I figured." He stood up from the bench, his movements tense, and suddenly it felt like he was towering over you, even though not taller than you by much.

The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words. You shifted nervously, unsure how to begin. "About that night…" you started, your voice trembling slightly. "I just...I was worried. You were gone for so long, and I thought maybe...I just wanted to know if- if I did something wrong."

His expression softened, "No." he said quietly, stepping closer and sighing, but he kept looking down at the ground. "You didn't do anything wrong.” he said finally, his voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "That night was... it was…complicated."

"Complicated how?" you pressed, needing more than just vague reassurance.

He looked back up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of regret and something else you couldn't quite place. "I'm your teacher. I shouldn't have let things get that far. It was…unprofessional.” he said, his voice wavering slightly. “I needed time to figure out how to handle it, and just…figure things out.”

You looked up at him, searching his face for answers. “And did you?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head, a sad smile touching his lips. “I'm still trying.” he admitted. “Do you wanna maybe go somewhere less, uhm, crowded?”

“Yeah. Sure.” you swallowed hard, the realisation that you’d finally be alone with him again sinking in.

He led the way to the gym's locker room, a place that usually had a few people in it but, luckily, now stood empty and quiet, the muted hum of the air conditioning the only sound that could be heard. As you entered, the door closing behind you with a soft click, the reality of the situation settled over both of you.

Mr. Turner turned to face you, the dim lighting casting shadows across his face. "It's been hard." he began, his voice low. "Balancing what I feel and what I know is right. That night...it was a moment of weakness, but it was also one of the best nights I've had in a long time."

"So, it wasn't about me? You don't regret...us?"

"No, it wasn't about you. I enjoyed our time together, more than I probably should have. But I have to think about our…circumstances."

The relief was palpable, but it was tinged with sadness. "I understand." you said quietly. "I just wish you had told me instead of leaving me in the dark. The silence afterward...it hurt. I didn't know what to think."

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently touch your arm. "I'm sorry." he said sincerely. "I didn't handle it well. I just...I didn't know what to say."

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves.

"You didn't do anything wrong.” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But seeing you...it makes it difficult." he replied, his voice steady but his eyes betraying his inner turmoil.

"Difficult how?"

He chuckled at your question, so similar to the one you asked earlier, but he understood you. He hesitated, then reached out, his fingers brushing against your skin, then gently taking your hand in his. "Difficult because I can't stop thinking about you.” he confessed, his voice low "And it's driving me crazy."

Your breath caught in your throat, the intensity of his gaze making your pulse quicken. "I feel the same way." you whispered, stepping closer until you were mere inches apart.

Mr. Turner took a deep breath, and dropped your hand from his, reaching out to wrap you in an embrace instead. "I thought distancing myself would be the best way to protect both of us. But I can see now that it only caused more pain."

You looked up at him, your arms tightening around his waist, feeling the wet patches on his shirt sticking to his sweaty back. "I just need to know where we go from here. I can't keep going on like this."

Mr. Turner sighed, his thumb brushing over your back. "I don't have all the answers.” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. “But I know that I care about you. More than I should. I don’t want to cause you any trouble."

You got even closer, leaning your head on his shoulder, the proximity making your pulse race. "We can't keep posing like nothing happened."

He nodded. "You're right…I can't keep going on like this doesn't mean anything."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in the charged space of the locker room, and the boundaries that had kept you apart were crumbling yet again.

He reached up, cupping your face in his hands, his touch gentle but firm. "We need to be careful." he murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.

You nodded, leaning into his touch. "I don't want to pretend anymore." you replied, feeling a flutter in your chest, a mix of hope and fear.

With that, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. It was like a promise, in a way. As the kiss deepened and you got your fix of his taste again, those weeks of absence began to fade, placing you right back to where you left off. His kiss was intoxicating, a blend of longing and tenderness that sent shivers down your spine. When he finally pulled back, his breath was ragged, his eyes dark. For a moment, you both stood there, letting it settle over you.

"Alex," you whispered, the name still feeling new and thrilling on your lips, "What happens now?" you asked, leaning your forehead to rest against his.

He took a deep breath, his hand moving to rest at the bottom of your neck. "Now, we- we…I don’t know darling.” he sighed, frustration visible in his eyes. “We find moments to be ourselves, but we do it carefully."

You closed your eyes, savouring the warmth of his touch and letting the weight of his words sink in. "Careful.” you repeated, nodding. "I can do that." you whispered.

He pulled you in just that bit closer again, the tension between you easing slightly. "We'll make this work." he murmured. "We'll find a way, we just need to be smart about it. You’re a smart girl.” He smiled, a hint of warmth returning to his eyes.

You nodded, understanding the implications. The university had strict rules about relationships between students and faculty, of course, and the consequences could be…not so favourable. At the same time you couldn’t stop the stupid grin from plastering on your face at his choice of words. "I know," you said softly, "but I don't want to lose this…you."

He looked at you, his expression softening. "Neither do I." he admitted. "But we have to keep our distance, at least in public."

The thought of keeping your feelings hidden was daunting, but you knew he was right. "Okay," you agreed, "but what about when we're alone?"

A small smile tugged at his lips, "When we're alone," he said, his voice a low murmur, "we can be whatever we want."

You felt a surge of relief at his words. "Then let's make the most of the time we have to ourselves." you said, reaching for his hand. He squeezed your hand gently, his eyes locked on yours.

Without another word, his lips met yours again, this time with an urgency that had been suppressed for far too long. The kiss was demanding, his hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer, pressing your body against his. The taste of him, mixed with the faint saltiness of sweat, was intoxicating.

You responded in kind by sliding your hands up his chest, feeling the contours of his muscles beneath the damp fabric. Your fingers found the hem of his shirt, following it until your hands met around his back, tugging it upward then, desperate to feel his skin against yours. It was almost like you’d imagined, only better, feeling your hands slide up his back, sticking along the way. He broke the kiss just long enough to yank the shirt over his head, tossing it aside before reclaiming your lips with renewed fervour.

His hands were everywhere, exploring your body with a hunger that matched your own. You moaned softly into his mouth as, in turn, his fingers slipped beneath your shirt, tracing the curve of your spine. The locker room echoed with the sounds of your heavy breathing and the rustle of clothing being discarded.

He pushed you gently against the cool metal of the lockers, his mouth moving to your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Your head fell back, a gasp escaping your lips as he found your particularly sensitive spot. "Alex." you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair.

His response was a low growl, his hands gripping your thighs and lifting you effortlessly. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against you through the thin fabric of your leggings. "God, I've missed this." he murmured against your skin.

The kiss quickly grew sloppy, a mix of teeth and tongues as you both gave in to the overwhelming need that had been building for weeks. His hands roamed over your body, pulling at your clothes until you were both half-naked, the cool air of the locker room a stark contrast to the heat between you.

His hands roamed over your body, pulling at your clothes, leaving your top half only covered by your bra. He pulled back slightly, "Turn around." he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

You complied, your breath hitching as you felt his hands on your hips, guiding you to face the lockers. He dropped to his knees behind you, his lips trailing down your spine, sending shivers through your body. His hands gripped your hips firmly, and you felt the heat of his breath against your skin as he kissed lower, his teeth grazing the waistband of your leggings. The sensation was electrifying, your body responding to his touch in ways that made your heart race.

With a growl, he bit down on the fabric, accidentally ripping a hole in your leggings. The sound of the tear was sharp in the otherwise quiet room, and you gasped at the unexpected force, but the sound only seemed to fuel his urgency, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he continued his assault on your senses.

His mouth moved lower, the roughness of his stubble grazing the fabric contrasting with the softness of his lips. Each kiss, each nip, drove you crazy. He slid his hands up your thighs, stopping once his finger reached the newly formed hole, playing with it and exposing your skin to the cool air and his eager touch.

"Alex." you gasped, your hands bracing against the lockers as his mouth continued its relentless exploration. His name fell from your lips like a prayer, a desperate plea.

“Mhm?” he responded, his mouth and hands gripping your ass continuing to work in tandem driving you insane.

He stood up suddenly, spinning you around to face him, his eyes blazing with desire. His lips crashed against yours in a kiss so tender it made your knees go weak, his hands moving to cup your face as if grounding you in the moment.

Finally, he pulled back, breaking the kiss, and he looked down at you, his breath ragged and his chest heaving. "We need to go somewhere more private.” he panted, his voice thick with need.

You nodded, barely able to form coherent thoughts through the haze of lust. "Your place?"

He nodded, grabbing his shirt from the floor and pulling it over his head. "Yeah." he replied. "Oh and here," he said, grabbing his jacket as well and handing it to you, "To cover the rip." he grinned.

You took the leather jacket, feeling the warmth of his body somehow still lingering in the fabric. "Thanks." you murmured, slipping it on. The scent of him enveloped you, a mix of cologne and the faintest hint of sweat, making your heart race even faster.

He gave you a reassuring smile, "Let's go." he said softly, taking your hand and leading you out of the room, through the various corridors and into the night. You hadn’t even realised how late it got until you saw the dark sky above you.

The drive to his place was a blur of stolen glances and moments of charged silence between you.

You sat in the passenger seat, your breath still coming in short, ragged bursts as you tried to compose yourself. The air in the car was thick with anticipation, each look exchanged a silent understanding of what’s to come. You stole glance after glance of him, watching the way his hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white with tension. The veins in his forearms stood out, covered by nothing since you were now sporting his jacket instead.

His jaw was set, eyes focused on the road ahead, but you could see the way his chest rose and fell, the same ragged breaths mirroring your own. His shirt clung to his still damp skin, enhancing the muscles beneath, and you couldn't help but admire the way he looked in this moment, completely gorgeous and undeniably yours, if only for these stolen moments.

The streetlights cast fleeting shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jaw and the intensity in his eyes. You bit your lip, the memory of his mouth on your skin sending a fresh wave of desire through you. You shifted in your seat, trying to find some semblance of comfort, but the anticipation was almost too much to bear.

"You're beautiful." he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence. He didn't take his eyes off the road, but the sincerity could be heard.

You blushed, a small smile playing on your lips. "You're not so bad yourself." you replied, your tone playful but filled with affection.

He glanced at you then, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes quickly returned to the road. "I've thought about this." he admitted, his voice low. "About you, about us- whole time I was gone."

You reached out, placing your hand on his thigh, feeling the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric of his pants. "Me too," you whispered, "I can't stop thinking about you."

His hand moved from the steering wheel, covering yours, squeezing it gently. "We're almost there." he said, his voice filled with a mix of anticipation and something deeper.

When you finally pulled up to his building, he cut the engine, the silence in the car suddenly deafening. He turned to you, his eyes dark and intense. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice serious and filled with concern.

You nodded, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "How much longer are you gonna keep asking me that?" you whispered against his mouth.

“Just wanted to make sure, love.” he whispered in return.

With that, you both exited the car, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat that had been building between you. He led you up to his apartment, the journey up the stairs seeming to take forever.

Once inside, the door barely closed behind you, he pulled you into his arms and he was on you again, capturing your lips with his. The kisses were hungry, almost desperate, as you stumbled towards the bedroom, with him guiding you while you struggled to rid yourself of his jacket along the way. His hands never left your body, as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. The anticipation was unbearable, each touch, each kiss, driving you closer to the edge of insanity.

He picked you up, pressing you against the wall, his hands roaming over your body. The need to be close, to feel your skin against his was overwhelming. His lips found your neck again, biting and sucking at the sensitive skin, leaving marks that you would proudly wear later. No one had to know who they were from.

You could feel the urgency in his touch, the way his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer. The sound of his breathing, heavy and ragged, filled your ears, mingling with your own gasps and moans.

He pulled back, his eyes dark with desire, you knew there was no going back. "We can't stop now.” he murmured, his voice low and husky.

You nodded, reaching up to cup his face. "I don't want to stop," you whispered, "I want you, Alex."

With a growl, he kissed you again, his hands moving to grip your ass, guiding your hips into his, grinding into you, his need palpable. The bed was a welcoming sight, and he tumbled back onto it with you in his arms, your lips never parting, limbs tangling as you found each other once more.

His hands roamed over your body, peeling away the remnants of your clothing with a kind of frenzied desperation. Your fingers fumbled with the hem of his shirt, the anticipation building with each obstacle removed.

As he moved to feel your skin, his fingers found the tear in your leggings, a reminder of the earlier urgency in the locker room. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as he slipped his finger through the hole, teasing the exposed skin before giving a sharp tug, ripping the fabric completely. The sound of the tear was stark in the quiet room.

"These were already ruined.” he murmured, his voice a low growl as he moved the shredded leggings to the sides, his hands now roaming freely over your ass, without obstruction. His lips followed the path of his hands, trailing down your body and setting every nerve on fire.

You gasped, arching into his touch, the feeling of his rough fingertips running over your skin making goosebumps appear all over. "Alex.” you breathed, your hands finding their way into his hair, pulling him closer.

"I've missed you so much." he murmured against your lips, his hands moving to grip your hips, pulling you on top of him.

You straddled his waist, your breath hitching as you felt the hard length of him pressing against you through the thin fabrics in the way. Your movements were instinctual, your hips rolling against him, making way for a deep groan coming from his throat. His hands slid up your back, tangling in your hair and pulling you down for another kiss. He couldn’t get enough of you.

"Alex." you gasped, your voice trembling. "I need you."

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with the same desperate need. "I need you too." he whispered, his voice rough and filled with emotion.

He gripped your hips tighter, lifting you effortlessly and positioning you over his face. The sensation of his breath against your inner thighs sent shivers down your spine, more so when he extended the rip further down, along with pushing your panties to the side in one swift motion.

"Sit down, love." he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "Let me taste you."

You bit your lip, the intensity of his eyes looking up at you making you tremble as you lowered yourself onto his eager mouth. His hands gripped your hips firmly, guiding you until you were settled perfectly above him.

The first touch of his tongue was electric, a jolt of pleasure that made you gasp and grab onto the headboard for support. He devoured you. It left you breathless, his tongue exploring every inch of you, delving deep into you and then going back to push against your clit. Your hips moved of their own accord, grinding against his face as he ate you out.

"Alex- Oh, God." you moaned, your voice breaking as the pleasure washed over you. His hands tightened on your hips, urging you to push all your weight onto his face, his tongue never slowing in its relentless game.

The unfamiliar room echoed with your sounds, your breathy moans mingling with the obscene wet sounds of his mouth working against you. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle bite and suck sent you spiralling higher, your body trembling with the force of being on the brink of release.

You looked down at him again, the sight of his eyes half-closed in bliss as he pleasured you making the moment so much more intense. He looked completely lost in you, as if this was all he had ever wanted.

"I'm so close." you whispered, your voice barely audible to yourself over the pounding of your own heart.

He responded with a deep growl, the vibration against your clit sending you over the edge. Your orgasm hit you hard, your body shuddering and your vision blurring as you cried out his name, the pleasure almost too much to bear after so long. You didn’t tell him, and you hadn’t even realised, that it was the first time you’d come since you last saw him, not wanting to even touch yourself because it just wouldn’t feel the same.

He continued to lap at you, prolonging your orgasm until you were a trembling, gasping mess. Finally, he pulled back, his face glistening with your arousal, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “You taste amazing.” he whispered through deep breaths.

He guided you down, pulling you into his arms as you both caught your breath. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on you again, his lips crashing against yours in a hungry kiss. The taste of yourself on his lips only fueled you further, and you could feel his erection pressing hard against you.

"I’ve wanted to do that for so long." he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Please,” you whispered against his mouth, your voice desperate, "I need you inside me."

His eyes darkened with lust as he quickly and frantically shed the rest of his clothes. “Turn around," he commanded, his voice thick with need, “And take ‘em off.”

You did as he said, slipping out of the poor ripped things, sliding off your panties as well, your body trembling as you positioned yourself on all fours on the bed. He knelt behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he positioned himself, guiding his cock to your entrance.

As he pushed into you, a deep moan escaped his lips, the feeling of being completely surrounded by your warm walls overwhelming. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sensation, his forehead resting against your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His lips trailed down the back of your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin as your fingers dug into the sheets, the feeling of him inside you overwhelming every other thought.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded, pushing your hips back into his, urging him to get closer. "Yes," you breathed, "Please, move."

With a groan, he began to move, almost slipping out before going in with a powerful thrust, burying himself deep inside you, making you cry out. His thrusts were slow and deliberate at first, building a rhythm which felt good for the both of you, but it wasn’t enough.

He set a new pace, relentlessly rutting into you, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room along with the creak of the bed, something he’d have to deal with at some point, later. Your moans grew louder, mingling with his grunts as he drove you both closer to the edge.

"God, you feel so good.” he groaned, his hands tightening on your hips as he pounded into you. "I can't get enough of you."

"Alex." you moaned, your voice a desperate plea as you felt another orgasm building. "Don't stop."

He didn't. He drove into you with an almost brutal intensity, each thrust pushing you closer and closer until you were teetering on the brink. With a sudden deep thrust, he sent you over the edge, your orgasm crashing over you almost unexpectedly.

Your body shook as he continued to thrust into you, prolonging your orgasm until you were a quivering, breathless mess.

Finally, with a guttural moan deep from his throat, he found his own release, his body shuddering against yours as he pulled out and spilled all over your back, his hips continuing to move over the curve of your ass until he was completely spent.

For a moment, the two of you remained tangled together as he crashed over you, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

Eventually, he pulled back, collapsing beside you on the bed and pulling you into his arms.

"That was incredible." he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I missed you so much."

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. "I missed you too, Alex." you whispered, feeling a deep sense of serenity as you lay there in his arms. "I don't want to be without you again."

“You won’t.”

The reality of your situation still loomed over you, but for now, in this quiet aftermath, you found comfort in being together. The silence was comfortable, filled with the soft sound of your breathing and the beating of your hearts.

"You’re my girl.” he murmured, his voice soft and muffled slightly from how you were laying over him.

You nodded, resting your head against his chest. "Your girl." you repeated, completely in bliss hearing him say it.

He woke up before you, and didn't want to risk waking you just yet, so he carefully slipped out of bed, fetched some clean shorts, and disappeared into the kitchen for a cigarette and some coffee. The early morning light filtered through the blinds as he moved quietly, his thoughts wandering as he inhaled deeply, savouring the first drag of his cigarette.

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of smoke. He didn't know how you liked your coffee, or if you even drank it, so he'd have to wait until later to ask. Those thoughts just made him realise how much of a mystery you still were to him, despite the intimacy you shared. It struck him that he might be just as much a mystery to you as well, and he understood how you might feel. The idea of peeling back each other's layers felt daunting.

Regardless, once he finished his morning fix, he rinsed the coffee mug and headed back into the bedroom.

The sight of your sleeping form stirred something deep within him. The way your hair splayed across the pillow, the steady rise and fall of your chest, and the peaceful expression on your face, everything about you had him desperate to hold you.

There was a vulnerability to you when you slept, a softness that made his heart ache. He felt a fierce protectiveness over you, a need to hold you captive, all to himself. No one deserved you, not even him.

As he stood there, his gaze tracing the delicate lines of your face, he wondered if you knew how deeply he felt. Ever since he got back, he couldn't help but watch you, every chance he got, though he made sure to be discreet. There had been moments when he caught you looking back at him in class, moments when your eyes seemed to hold a knowing glint, but you never said anything. Maybe you noticed more than he thought.

The shuffling of the sheets and mattress broke him out of his thoughts, only to make his lip curl, smiling as he walked to your side, taking you in, your arms sprawled out across his pillow, and your bare thighs peeking from the blanket messily covering you. His fingers trailed along the softness of them as he hummed to himself quietly.

Having you still naked right before him, fuck, he didn’t even know what to do with himself. His fingertips wanted to engrave into you, having you pump his very being and consuming every inch of his entirety.

Quietly, he slipped back under the covers, careful not to disturb you. He pulled you close, feeling your warmth seep into him as he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. You stirred slightly, instinctively snuggling closer to him, and he couldn't help but smile.

He shifted over you, lowering himself between your legs and parting them slowly, as not to wake you. He took in the sight of your soaked cunt, making his breath catch, and he couldn’t help but hope that you’d been thinking of him in your sleep. His finger trailed along the damp spot, parting your lips to further toy with your dripping essence.

He could see your chest still moving up and down peacefully as he leaned in, his tongue darting out, daring himself to get a taste. A flick was all it took to collect all your juices in one long swipe, and his eyes rolled back as the distinctive flavour of you started imprinting on his taste buds again. He did it once more, only to let his lips now encircle your hardened bud, sucking gently.

“All mine.” he whispered in between licks, desperately sucking on your folds, earning a sigh from you as you began to stir in your state of awakening.

His palm grabbed a hold of your thighs, gripping them and holding you in place as his other continued to spread you further, continuing his rampage with each passing of his wet tongue on your slit. His flicks on your clit made you shiver, even more when he took it between his teeth gently, groaning with satisfaction.

His fingers made their way into you, searching for that bundle of nerves, a whimper escaping your plush lips.

Becoming fully aware of what was happening, your hand reached down to grab a hold of his hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands. His mouth worked simultaneously with his pumping fingers, pumping faster and faster, his pace growing with each blistering second of needing to taste you on his tongue.

Before you knew it, you were dripping down his chin and a high-pitched moan echoed throughout the room as he watched your expression, looking down at him, your eyes hazy with pleasure. His gaze met yours and all he could do was grin triumphantly as he continued to work on you, despite the overstimulation. Only when you pushed him away did he release his fingers and moved back up the bed to hover over you.

His coated digits pressed against your lips, and you took them willingly into your mouth, sucking them clean. The taste of yourself mixed with the lingering remnants of his touch was a heady combination that left you craving for more.

Breathlessly, you whispered, "Now it's your turn." a mischievous glint in your eyes as you pushed him onto his back. You repositioned yourself, straddling his waist and then sliding down his body, your hands trailing over his abs.

"Sit on my face.” you commanded, your voice husky with need. He looked at you, a mix of surprise and excitement in his eyes. As he shifted to comply, you noticed the way his cock hung heavily in his loose shorts, the fabric barely containing his arousal. The sight of him, thick and ready, sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

With a smirk, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and slid them down, fully revealing his hard length. He positioned himself over you, his erection bobbing slightly with each movement.

As he lowered himself, you grabbed his ass, guiding him closer. His hard cock hovered just above your mouth, and you eagerly took him in, your tongue swirling around the tip before sucking him deeper. He groaned, the sound vibrating through his body as he began to rock his hips, sliding in and out of your mouth gently.

Your hands roamed over his body, one sliding up to play with his nipples, the other trailing down to his belly button. You teased him there, circling your finger around the sensitive spot, making him shudder.

"Fuckkk." he moaned, his voice strained as he picked up the pace, fucking your mouth with increasing roughness, his instincts taking over. The sensation of his cock filling up your mouth, combined with the sight of his pleasure, drove you wild.

You continued to suck him, your tongue working in tandem with his thrusts. Your fingers kept playing with his belly button, occasionally dipping into it, sending jolts of pleasure through him.

His moans grew louder, his movements more erratic as he approached his orgasm rapidly. Your own arousal spiked as you felt him swell in your mouth, the taste of his precum salty and intoxicating. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, determined to push him over the edge.

With a final, desperate thrust, he came, his hot release spilling into your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, savouring the taste as he groaned above you, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

He collapsed beside you, both of you breathing heavily, your bodies spent but sated. As he pulled you into his arms, he whispered, in between kisses, "That was so amazing. You’re amazing. I love you."

The words hung in the air, raw and vulnerable. Your heart raced, caught off guard by his confession. You offered a hesitant smile, feeling awkward but not wanting to dwell on it. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing. Although you didn’t say it back, you thought about your feelings, and if you were being honest to yourself, you weren’t far from it yourself, despite knowing almost nothing about him, truly.

"I told you it was your turn.” you finally spoke up, a playful glint in your eyes.

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your forehead. "I think I could get used to this.” he murmured, his voice filled with affection. You snuggled closer, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "Me too," you whispered, closing your eyes and letting the afterglow of your shared pleasure wash over you.

Just then, an idea crossed your mind. You reached down between your legs, swiping your fingers through your pussy, gathering the rest of your slick. Then, you parted your lips slightly and let a small amount of your spit tainted by his cum dribble from your mouth onto your fingers, mixing with your own juices.

"Open your mouth.” you whispered.

He obeyed, eyes half-closed in post-orgasmic bliss. You slid your fingers into his mouth, watching as his tongue eagerly swirled around them, sucking them clean.

The sight of him sucking on your fingers, tasting the combined essence of both of you, made your heart swell with a deep, primal satisfaction. His eyes fluttered shut, a contented smile on his lips as he continued to suck gently, savouring the taste.

Slowly, his breathing evened out, and you felt his body relax completely. He drifted off to sleep with your fingers still in his mouth, a look of pure contentment on his face. You watched him for a moment, marvelling at the intimacy of the moment.

This was more than just physical connection, it was a bond that neither of you had anticipated. With a soft sigh, you gently withdrew your fingers, settling in beside him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

In the days that followed, you and Alex navigated the complexities of your situation with cautious optimism.

During classes, you maintained a professional demeanour, but there were moments when your eyes would meet, and a silent understanding would pass between you. Those fleeting glances were enough to keep you going.

It wasn't easy. There were times when the distance felt unbearable, when you longed to reach out and touch him, to feel his arms around you, but you reminded yourself that this was temporary, that you would get to hold again.

One evening, you received a message from Alex. It was simple, yet it sent your heart racing: "Meet me at mine. 9 PM."

His texts were always short and cryptic, a thing you’d come to notice, but you didn’t mind, as he’d make up for it whenever you could actually spend some time with each other. It might’ve seemed late, but your last class that day ended at around 8, so it was just perfect.

The anticipation built, ever since you read his text, and all throughout the way to his apartment. He let you know in advance that the door would be unlocked, ready for you, so you could just come in freely.

By the time you reached his place, your nerves were a jumble of excitement and anxiety.

His apartment was dimly lit, the soft glow of lamps casting warm shadows on the walls. The place felt intimate and inviting now that you had time to properly observe it, a stark contrast to the professional setting you were accustomed to. As you walked further in, you noticed the room that you guessed had been set up as his office. He’d told you about it and how most of his time was spent in there. It was a place where he could work and focus away from the distractions of home. The door was left slightly ajar, and you pushed it open, stepping inside.

You found him in there, seated at his desk, the soft light highlighting his features. He was waiting for you. He looked up as you entered, a slow smile spreading across his face. "You made it," he said, his voice low and filled with warmth, "Close the door." he said softly.

You nodded, closing the door behind you, the click of the latch echoing in the quiet room. "Of course I did. I missed you.”

He stood up and crossed the room to you, his presence commanding, in a way, yet gentle. Without a word, he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he couldn't bear to let you go again. You melted into him as you felt him leaving little pecks over your forehead.

"I've missed you too." he murmured, resting his head over yours and slowly rocking the both of you side to side for a moment. "Come here." he whispered, guiding you to the leather loveseat in the corner of the room.

The office might have been a place for work, but tonight, it seemed to have transformed into a sanctuary for the two of you.

You settled in together on the loveseat, your body naturally gravitating towards his. You found yourself almost in his lap, your legs draped over his hips as you nestled against his chest. The warmth of his body and the steady beat of his heart against your ear provided a strange comfort.

His arms wrapped around you, holding you close. "You know…uhm…I've been writing something about you.” he admitted quietly, his voice a soft murmur against your hair.

You looked up at him, curiosity piqued. "Really? What is it?"

A shy smile tugged at his lips as he shook his head. "It's not ready yet. Maybe someday, but not just yet."

You could see the shyness in his eyes as he talked about it, and it only made you more eager to know what he'd been working on, but you didn’t want to push him, for now. “Okay." you replied, resting your head back against his chest.

He ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle and soothing. "You my muse now," he whispered playfully, knowing full well the cheesiness of what he was admitting, "I can't help myself."

Your heart swelled at his words regardless, real feelings clear in every gesture, every glance. The silence between you was filled with the unspoken emotions from your part, but you still couldn’t help but think you’d seem…desperate. It was dumb, but you still felt like there was no way he could actually think of you in that way, truly, despite proving it more and more with each moment you spent together.

As the minutes passed, the atmosphere shifted subtly. You could feel it in the way his hands began to roam more purposefully over your body, the way his breath quickened ever so slightly. His eyes locked onto yours, "You trust me, don’t you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course.” you breathed, your own heart pounding in anticipation.

"Good." he murmured, his hands moving to gently guide you properly over his lap, straddling him, your faces inches apart. His hands moved to cup your face, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks.

You leaned in slowly, your lips brushing against his in a tentative kiss. He responded eagerly, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, growing more raw with each passing second. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if you couldn't get enough of him.

You broke the kiss, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I’ve been wanting to ask you something." you whispered, your eyes searching his.

“Mhm?” he murmured, not looking at you, too busy playing with the strands of hair falling over your shoulder.

"Alex." you went on, wanting to get his attention.

He looked at you, curiosity and desire mingling in his gaze. "What is it?"

You bit your lip, feeling slightly embarrassed now. "Can I call you Mr. Turner now?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he hesitated, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. He had asked you not to call him that just a few weeks before, feeling it highlighted the complicated nature of your situation. But now, in the intimate quiet of his apartment, the boundaries seemed to have blurred since that first night, and your inquiry didn't feel wrong.

"I'm not sure," he murmured, his hands still resting on your hips, "I told you before, it makes me feel like…like I'm taking advantage."

You shook your head, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You're not taking advantage of me. I trust you completely, don’t you?”

He sighed, his internal conflict evident. "I just don't want you to think of me as just your professor." he admitted, his voice low and uncertain. "It feels wrong."

You cupped his face in your hands, your eyes locking onto his. "I don't think of you that way. This is different. It's just...something I want to try.”

He looked into your eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation or doubt. When he found none, he finally nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright," he said quietly, "If it’s what you want.”

You leaned in, capturing his lips again. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer as the kiss deepened, your lips fighting for dominance, and this time he let you win, leaving you to lead him wherever you wanted.

When you eventually broke the kiss, your lips brushed against his ear. "Mr. Turner." you whispered tentatively, the word sending a shiver down his spine.

He paused for a moment, his breath hitching. Then, with a deep breath, he murmured, "Yes?"

"I want you." you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

His eyes darkened and he pulled you closer, his hands moving to your waist. "I want you too." he whispered back, his voice low and filled with longing.

The kiss that followed was hungry, desperate, so messy and wet. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the planes of muscle beneath his shirt. You could feel the heat of his body, the steady thrum of his pulse you’d been listening to beneath your fingertips.

He broke the kiss, his hands moving to lift you off his lap. "Come on.” he murmured, guiding you to his desk. He bent you over it gently, his hands trailing down your back and over your hips.

The anticipation was almost unbearable as you felt his touch. The power dynamic you’d just established between you added a thrilling edge to the encounter, making each touch, each whisper, all the more intoxicating. In that moment, you were his completely, ready to be worshipped and to feel every bit of him. You arched your back, pressing yourself against him, your breath hitching as his hands moved with increasing urgency.

"Mr. Turner." you whispered again, the words sending another shiver through his body.

He groaned, his hands moving to the waistband of your jeans. With a swift motion, he unbuttoned and unzipped them, his fingers brushing against your skin, sending shivers up your spine. He tugged them down your legs, along with your panties, the cool air hitting your exposed skin making you gasp.

He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you bent over his desk, the vulnerability and trust you were showing him making his heart pound even harder. His hands traced up your thighs, lingering for a moment before settling on your hips again.

"Say it again." he commanded softly, his control slipping.

"Mr. Turner." you repeated, the words laced with a mix of teasing and genuine desire.

He responded by unbuckling his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the room as he let it drop to the floor. The sound heightened the anticipation, your heart racing faster as he worked to undo his pants. As he freed himself from the last piece of clothing, his hard length brushed over your ass, the feel of it making your breath hitch. Before he continued, he spun you around to face him, his eyes dark with need.

"I want to see you." he murmured, his hands moving to grip your ass, lifting you effortlessly onto the desk. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

With a sense of urgency, he positioned himself at your entrance, the heat and hardness of his tip slipping in making you ache for him. He thrust into you with a slow, steady move, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his gaze, the feeling of him inside you, it was all too much, making you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Mr. Turner.” you breathed again, your voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. His name on your lips seemed to drive him wild, his movements becoming more forceful, each thrust pushing you further onto the mess on his desk, full of scattered papers and notes.

He watched your face intently, savouring every expression of ecstasy that crossed your features. "You're so beautiful." he murmured, his voice rough.

You tightened your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, the space between you becoming obsolete. The desk creaked beneath you, the sound mixing with your ragged breaths and moans.

He lifted you from it, your legs still wrapped around him, and carried you back to the loveseat, much more comfortable for you to be sitting on top of him instead.

He sank down onto the soft leather pillows, positioning you over him, your bodies still connected. You began to ride him, your movements growing more frantic and messy as you chased your release.

His hands guided your hips, helping you find the rhythm that would help you both get there. The sight of him beneath you, his eyes filled with raw desire and adoration, was almost too much to bear. You leaned forward, your hands bracing on his chest, and moved faster, the pleasure mounting with each movement.

He looked up at you, his eyes dark as whispered, "Slap me."

You paused, a flicker of surprise crossing your face. "What?" you asked breathlessly, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Slap me," he repeated, his voice rough with desire, "I need to feel you."

You hesitated for a moment, the request catching you off guard, but the look in his eyes, the raw need, pushed you over the edge. You raised your hand and brought it down across his cheek, not too hard but enough to make his eyes widen with pleasure.

“F-fuck.” he groaned, the sound deep and primal, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "Again." he urged, his voice strained with need.

You slapped him again, the sensation sending a thrill through your body. He responded with a powerful thrust, driving himself even deeper into you, if possible. The mixture of pain and pleasure heightened his senses, making his body take over for him, his hips driving into yours faster than you could bounce on him to meet them.

The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with your moans and his groans of pleasure.

"Mr. Turner," you gasped, your voice trembling as you felt the familiar tightening in your core, "Fuck it- I love you." you almost screamed as your body convulsed with the force of your orgasm.

He followed immediately after, his own release crashing over him, barely managing to pull out and grip his cock as his cum spilled in between your bodies, all over his tummy. The intensity of the moment left you both breathless, your bodies trembling.

You collapsed against him, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. For a moment, there was only the sound of your breathing and the beating of your hearts. Then, he gently lifted your chin, his eyes searching yours.

"Say it again," he whispered, his voice raw with emotion, "Please."

You met his gaze, your heart pounding in your chest. "I love you." you repeated, your voice soft but steady.

A slow, tender smile spread across his face. "I love you too.” he murmured, his thumb tracing random shapes on your cheek. "I've been wanting to hear you say that."

His words sent a warmth spreading through you, a sense of completeness that you had never felt before, making you bury your head in his chest to hide the smile spreading on your face.

"Hey," he murmured, gently lifting your chin again, "Don't hide your smile from me. I want to see it." he kissed you softly, then pulled away, his eyes filled with a mix of playfulness and tenderness. "I want to always have a way to see it. Wait here." he said, getting up and walking across the room.

As he walked away, you couldn't help but admire his ass, the way it moved with each step. "Nice ass." you commented, a playful smirk on your lips.

He glanced over his shoulder, a grin spreading across his face. "Glad you like it." he replied, pulling on his boxers.

He walked to a shelf and grabbed his film camera. You watched him with curiosity, wondering what he was up to. He turned back to you, camera in hand, and snapped a picture of you before you were ready, capturing the fond look on your face as you watched him.

"Hey!" you protested, laughing.

He chuckled, walking back to you. "I want to remember this moment," he said, his voice softening, "Take your top off, too. I want to have that as a memory as well."

You raised an eyebrow, but the mischievous glint in his eyes made you comply. You pulled off your top, tossing it aside, and he snapped another picture, this time with you posing properly.

"Over there." he said, pulling you to your feet. He guided you to the mirror in the corner of the room, positioning you in front of him. With his arms wrapped around your waist, he held the camera up, capturing the reflection of the two of you together.

"Perfect," he murmured, kissing your shoulder, "Now we have a memory we can keep forever."

You looked at the picture in the mirror, your bodies entwined, and felt a surge of happiness. "I love you," you said again, your voice filled with emotion.

"I love you too.” he replied, his eyes meeting yours in the reflection.

a/n: at last, it’s here. i hope it’s not shit, i really love it to be honest, they’re sweet.

tags: @4chaos @st7rnioioss @theonlyoneswhoknowsblog @ohladymoon @rentsturner @yourstartreatment @menace-to-the-devil @jqsvi @turnersfav @youresodarkbabe @psychedelicrocker @feyasgotgroove

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #alex turner x you #alex turner smut #alex turner fic #alex turner fanfic #smut #goblinontour #mr turner

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fishermanshook · 6 months ago

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ASK: Hi:) if you feel like it how do you think ganji norton and naib would react to reader saying they feel safe with them?

“TRUST IN ME!”

( batter , prospector & mercenary ) + gn!reader

occ , angst in naib & ganji’s part , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

To fall in love is a risk not all are willing to take. Putting your heart on the line could result in rejection and heartache instead of love and happiness.

To fall in love in a place like this is out of the ordinary, but not exactly uncommon. And as you find yourself sinking more into your lovers embrace, you can’t help but whisper the words;

“I trust you.”

꒰wc꒱ 1.3k

✦— THE BATTER

You say it to him after a match where one reckless move could’ve killed you.

It’s night when the Batter, Ganji Gupta, holds you tight in his arms. Maybe a little too tight for your liking, but you did put him in a frightening situation earlier today. You recall shoving him out of the way in order to save him from a blow to your head. You don't remember much after that. Just blurry memories of being in Emily's office and then, returning to your room with Ganji.

“Ganji,” you sigh, clawing at his arms in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp, even if it’s just a little bit. “You’ve gotta loosen up a little bit, please. I’m really sorry I did that earlier, but you needed to get out…”

Ganji is quick to stop your rambling by holding you (somehow) even tighter than before. “[name], you got hit on the head with an axe. None the less, a Detention hit. If I—“ Ganji sucked in a deep breath of air, letting it fall from his mouth before speaking again. "If I hadn't used my last ball I don't think you would've struggled out in time. And I don't want to think about having to leave you behind because that was your last chair."

Immediately, Ganji stiffens and sits ups. he seems to have finally processed what just happened.

"[name]. you could've died. And for what?" Ganji repeats the question while shaking you by your shoulders, tears pricking at his eyes threating to fall.

You cup his face and put your forehead to his, allowing his to fulling chompreheand the choice you made during the last match.

"I understand it was stupid of me," You start, closing your eyes. "But I don't do things without reason."

The Batter quickly wipes away at his falling tears, suddenly feeling embarrassed. "Then why did you do it? You said it yourself, it was a stupid choice."

"Yes, but I did it for you. I did it because I have put more trust into you than anyone else in this wretched manor. And I knew, that even if I didn't make it out during that last game, that you would still be okay. Surviving another match means surviving another day. And for you, I'd do that again."

"God," Ganji wipes at his nose. "I hope you don't."

✦— THE PROSPECTOR

You say it to him when you’re tired and vulnerable. when anything can happen.

It was early in the morning when the Prospector, Norton Campbell, snuck into your room to pry you awake from your slumber. With your bedroom key in hand (you gave it to him in case of an emergency), he tip toed into your room. He couldn’t help but silently laugh as he peered at your morning appearance. Hair a mess with a side of droll staining your pillow. Cute, but he can stare more later.

The Prospector is quick to shake you awake, pinning your arms to your side so you don’t land a hit on him in fear of being attacked. As he hovers above you, he explains that there’s something he wishes to show you.

“But Norton,” you whisper into his ear “the sun isn’t even up yet.” You hoped the darkness of your room could conceal the light blush on your face.

“Exactly why I want you to come with me. I promise it’ll be worth it.” Norton mumbled, pulling you out from under the covers. Sliding on a pair of shoes, you drag your achy body behind him and follow the Prospector outside the manor.

Fresh dew covered the grass outside, making it a bit wet and chillier than usual outside. Fortunately, Norton had came prepared. Set up outside was a big fluffy blanket with more than enough pillows to spare. Two mugs of coffee residing inside.

“Ever seen the sunrise?” Norton asks, already knowing the answer based off your shocked expression.

You shake your head no as the Prospector reaches to grab your hand and lead you towards the spot. It didn’t take long to get settled, and when you did, you found your head in the core of Norton’s lap.

“Oh? What’s this?” Norton teased “cold aren’t ya’?” You shiver in his arms as a response. Before grabbing his face with your hands. It’s a weird position, but Norton doesn’t mind. Instead he leans into your touch. A soft smile on his face.

“Have I ever told you how much I trust you?” You ask with genuine curiosity.

“I’m not sure, have you?” Norton questions, brushing your hair to the side of your face.

“No, I’m being serious. Stuck in a place like this leaves everyone fending for themselves. But because I have you, I have someone to watch my back. I really appreciate that Norton. I trust you more than anyone else in this manor.”

Norton looks at you with sad eyes as he bends down to place a gentle kiss upon your forehead.

“I trust you more, doll.” He says as the sun starts to rise. Showering you in its warmth and light, a feeling he now resonates when it comes to you.

✦— THE MERCENARY

You say it to him during a particularly risky match where everything seems to be on the line.

There are time where a match can go inexplicably well, where everything goes absolutely perfect and you survive the game with all your limbs intact and the egotistical pride that comes with it.

Those aren’t all the time though, and when both sides are fighting it out until their last breath, it turns into a messy and an undoubtedly long match.

This seems to be one of them, and you’ve collected more than enough scars and bumps and bruises to prove it. You’re more than sure you’ll have to make a stop by Emily’s offfice, but now’s not the time to think about that. You must stay focus on your current task: stitching up Naib.

Sangria got him good this time as a long scar has taken shape on his back. Naib bites down on his bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the whimpers of pain he feels. He thought he was better at this. Better at pretending he wasn’t hurting. You know him all too well though.

“m’ sorry, ‘m sorry I know it hurts. I promise I’ll be done in just a second.” You say in attempt to comfort and reassure him. All he does is nod his head and sucks in a breath of air in order to steady himself.

The Mercenary is off the second he feels you tighten the last of his bandages. You’re quick to jump onto a cipher machine as well to catch up on the progress that was lost.

—

This match has been nothing short of a living, breathing disaster.

You still can't shake the ear piercing scream Fiona let out as she was hit down again minutes later, and you won't forget the horrible cut that now runs across Naib's stomach. You’d stich it up but you don’t have the time for it. Not when Fiona needs rescuing.

“Naib, take over the last cipher. I have to go in.” You tell the Mercenary, racing past him. He stops you, grabbing—no, shaking you by the shoulders.

“No, please, [name] don’t go in there. It’s not worth it we can, we can get—“ he continues to trip over his words out of fear and desperation. “please [name], I don’t wanna lose you.”

“Naib, I promise I’ll be out soon. I trust you, I wouldn’t go in if I didn’t.” And that’s that. You place a quick kiss on his forehead before dashing off towards Fiona’s chair. You hear him scream your name out afterwards.

note: KILLS MYSELF THIS IS ACTUALLY TERRIBLE [crys]

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leggerefiore · 5 months ago

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Ooh! An idea with any Poke-Hybrids of your choice, how do you think they'd react if (through whatever shenanigans) S/O was changed into the same hybrid species as them? (Permanent or temporary is up to you)

cw: pokehybrid au, temporary transformation

characters: Ingo, Emmet, Larry, Grimsley

Somehow, you were not sure what had happened, but a very upset Zoroark with oddly coloured fur had done something to you. What had happened was truthfully far beyond you, but something was obviously off with your body. It took a minute until you found a place with a public restroom and mirror. When you had, however, it all quickly became clear. You had to take a step back in panic before reaching for your phone to finally contact your partner.

▲Chandelure Ingo▼

● At first, Ingo had not believed you. It seemed fantastical and not bound by any kind of logic. His main concern was that a Zoroark had used Confuse Ray on you. Yet, when he found you waiting outside, he knew instantly what that eerie purple glow that ruminated from you in the low light of the evening was. Your eyes held a familiar yellow iridescence. Ingo was shocked. Yes, he had met a few other Chandelure hybrids in his time, yet you… Well, you had always been a human. You ran over to him and clung to his body while asking for answers. He only wished that he knew. The older twin rubbed your back as he debated his next moves.

● First, his concern was nutrient changes. Chandelures... They had a very specific dietary need that humans never exactly had to worry about. Teaching you how to responsibly absorb life energy was a must so that you could go without incident while you were stuck as a hybrid. His next concern was behavioural. While he was more than used to suppressing whatever urges entered his mind due to his upbringing, he imagined it would be a bit harder for you. The urge to spin needs to be rejected. He felt odd going through the list of ways he pretended to be human with you. Especially when you gazed at him with a strange look in your eyes. Those feelings were forced down. Your safety was most important.

● Though, he did relax a bit when you two were alone. There was no way to describe the feeling he got as you both spun together to just show your joy or seeing how your flames burned brighter in each other's presence. He hummed for you and felt eager when you joined – an eerie harmony achieved. Part of him felt awful for enjoying these things more than he should. He loved you no matter what, after all. Yet… Indulging these parts of himself without feeling like a bother or strange to you was simply too much. The feeling of having so much deeper understanding of how he was… Ingo cherished those moments entirely.

● Ultimately, however, whatever trick had been done to you wore off, and you were back to yourself within the week. Ingo lamented it for a moment but understood that it was for the best. To have such a sudden, unexpected change brought to you was difficult… He certainly could not have imagined handling it well. The moments of harmonising and dancing with him stayed. The experience had at least given you insight into how to better meet his needs. You did not particularly feel like joining him on “food” runs again, though, alas.

▽Galvantula Emmet△

○ While he did not much like leaving his den (your shared apartment), he felt obligated by how simply distressed you had sounded. It was difficult getting to where you were, but when he found you, he blinked a few times. Then, he screamed and tried to run away. You chased after him, demanding that he help you understand. Needless to say, the instinctual fear of being eaten by a mate was still very much present inside him – Even if he loved and adored you. When you turned to stare at him with six eyes and scuttled around on your legs… His mind just registered panic and fear. You did eventually manage to catch up to him. He calmed down finally. Then, he realised that something serious had happened and called Ingo.

○ He does not know what to do. Emmet is completely and utterly bewildered by your state. You were almost certainly not a Galvantula hybrid when you had departed from the apartment this morning. Now you undeniably were. He then realised something terrible. Your diet! He had already been concerned over human nutrition… He instantly was eager to impress you by hunting more bug types for you to eat. And all to make sure you were well-fed. He verrrrry much did not want to be eaten. Another part that occurred to him was web making… Excitement bubbled up inside him at the thought of teaching you. His fears almost faded instantly at the thought of spending time with you in the ways only Galvantulas could.

○ Building a web with you was definitely a strangely romantic experience. It was mostly learning on your part, but teaching you was something he deeply enjoyed. His gasp when you had made your own hammock made you smile, too. The living may have been filled with many previous attempts, but he felt excited that you finally had done it. There was only more giddiness to follow when you somehow caught a Weedle all on your own in one of your webs. Granted, you still were not a fan of eating bugs, but when told that you might start attacking Emmet, you felt swayed to try. The younger twin felt a sense of contentment with the situation.

○ Yet, it ended. A few days later, you woke up in the web hammock back to normal and able to return to the comfort of human foods. Emmet had been a little sad at first, but the relief that you would no longer be tempted to eat him was something greater. And, well, as much fun as it had been living with another hybrid, he loved his cute human mate way more. You were nicer about his webs, too, having come to understand how complicated they get and their importance to him. The experience was overall a good one, he thinks.

💼Staraptor Larry🏢

🍙 The salaryman nearly hung up. It sounded illogical. The entire story and climbing that you had wings like him. Then, he considered it for a moment. Why would you lie about that? He got up and headed to where you were. His astonishment about your condition was masked by his usual facade. Your panic was clear as day as you rushed towards him, asking him to confirm that you had not been hallucinating. He brought a hand out to your wings, feeling the soft feathers and warmth coming from them. They were real, without a doubt. He felt tired just thinking about how to go about handling this.

🍙 He basically informed you to not really change anything. There was no need to learn to fly, even though he rarely used his wings. There was no need for you to hunt, either. Your diet should fulfil the nutritional standards for a Staraptor. Essentially, he wanted you to remain as you and barely acknowledge the wings and talons. After a bit of pestering, however, he does relent to teaching you how to fly. You kept alluding to it and pushing it – There really was no way to escape how much you wished to learn to fly. He was fine relenting to you.

🍙 Teaching you to fly was a strange experience. You were not a Starly hybrid, after all. Most Staraptors had already long since mastered this skill, yet… You were not really a Staraptor. Your struggles were obvious, certainly looking like hatchling with how you took to the ground, but Larry worked you through everything with detailed instructions, making it clear what you needed to do. Eventually, you both took to the skies together. The experience was odd to Larry yet… It was deeply charming to some instinctual part of him. Flying with a mate was an important part of getting to know each other. You both were long past that stage, though. There was also an unexpected song call between you both. His heart felt oddly light and free from its cynical prison in those moments. Of course… He knew somewhere deep down that they were not meant to last.

🍙 You were back to being your normal self soon enough. Everything was gone. Larry almost felt disappointed, but he had expected it. This was the natural order of things. You seemingly noticed his slightly down turn in mood as you hummed the mating song back at him. He unconsciously returned it. A sigh left him. Well, you really were his mate now as you both had gone through every step on his side of things now. He was grateful the song remained a common thing between you both in the end.

♠️Liepard Grimsley❤️

♤ The gambler actually hung up. Though, when he thought about what you claimed for a moment, he called back and apologised. Well, if you were lying, he supposed he could claim he called your bluff, but… If you were not. He did feel a bit lost on what to do from there. His familiarity with dark types made him wonder if you were under the effect of some Zoroark's illusion and only thought you had those traits. But, well, the illusion of those pokemon are very convincing and almost lifelike. His suspicions remained even when he saw you like a familiar pair of ears and a tail. Though, he let out a chuckle. You looked utterly adorable with Liepard hybrid traits, and he loved how you clung to him and begged for answers. He wished that he knew.

♡ There was little to teach you about being a Liepard. Grimsley supposed if you were not eating meat before, you might have to for now, but he could arrange an appointment with a doctor to figure out what supplements could keep you in good form. He did warn you that your teeth were much sharper now and to be careful if you intended to bite anyone, but there was no reason for you to be biting anyone anyway. Though, you did manage to sneak up on him once or twice and make him hiss at you while puffing up. He then iterates that your steps are unconsciously more controlled.

◇ Part of him quickly grows attached to you being a hybrid like him. Curling up with you while purrs unconsciously erupted from the both of you was simply one of the best things he had in his life. The few times you curled your tail around his waist got a chuckle out of him, too, clearly imitating what he usually did to you. There was also something so enjoyable about being able to scratch at your ears and introduce you to that feeling. Your purrs in response to his touches made him all the more eager. His mind even rushed to more intimate things related to Liepard's biology but…

♧ One morning within that week, you both woke up to your return to normalcy. The ears and tail were gone, alongside any other additions. Grimsley felt mildly annoyed, but he had suspected it was a temporary state from the beginning. Part of him wanted to know about what caused it, yet he was aware that information would simply be too difficult to obtain. He would miss your purrs greatly, and the cute way your tail would betray whatever your emotion your face held. Now, however, you seemed easily to notice when he was creeping behind you. He felt annoyed about that. Fun ruined by that Zoroark. (He enjoys the thrill of it even more, though.)

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #emmet x reader #larry x reader #grimsley x reader #pokemon/reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #larry/reader #grimsley/reader #pokemon larry x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon grimsley x reader

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wh0re43van · 1 year ago

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Sparks (Evan Peters X Reader)

Summary: You’re a set director on American horror story’s Freakshow. Evan has been trying to convince you to ‘smoke and chill’ for months, but you’ve always rejected him in fear of jeopardizing your job. After a particularly stressful shoot, Evan finally convinces you to spark with him.

Warnings: intense smut, face fucking, choking, drug use.

Word count: 3k

A/n: This is my first time writing in awhile so I’m bit rusty

"Hey y/n I just re-upped,” Evan announces as he walks up behind me. “He's got the best homegrown around and It's cured perfect every time. Come to my place tonight and I'll let you sample," He offers as he slips an arm around my shoulder. "You don't even have to match, just give me something else in return," he says lowly in my ear. My heart skips a beat and my cheeks blush red. Evans been blatantly flirting with me since we started shooting. It's been my own personal hell having to reject such a perfect man because its 'not professional to have personal relations with the cast'.

"Evan," I sigh as I look up at his dark eyes. "I honestly would love to-" he cuts me off.

"Then consider it y/n," he simply states. I smile at him. I have to admit that he's starting to wear me down

"Evan, I have to finish my walk through before the shooting starts" I turn back to the counter to consult my mockup. He backs up and leans against the wall.

"I’ll just keep you company then," he grins.

•

‘Fuck’ I curse internally as I run from a very angry Mr. Murphy. One of my idiot crew members forgot to do their only job and set out the menus for the next scene. We’re an hour behind on filming and we’re only here for three days. The director is pissed to say the least.

I throw open the door to the storage room and start ripping open boxes. I swear I'm going to lose every last ounce of sanity I have left. We started shooting two hours ago and I've rolled my ankle, got broken glass stuck in my hand, and of course, been bitched at constantly.

"Did you find them?" Evan questions as he closes the door behind him.

"What?" I ask, not processing what he's saying as I rip haphazardly through every single cardboard box in this room, brown paper flying everywhere.

"Did you-" He begins to repeat, then pauses. I feel him grab my arm gently, stopping my whirlwind of motion. "Y/N," he says calmy.

"What Evan?" I snap at him. I can feel the stress dripping out of every pore of my body. Turns out stress smells a lot like sweat. Evan jumps a bit at my tone, then simply points his 'lobster claw' to a box of pink menus that I opened without even realizing it. I was so stressed and overwhelmed I didn't even realize I found the goddamn menus four boxes ago.

I groan and lay my head on Evans chest.

"I'm such a fucking stupid idiot." I mumble his white shirt, feeling tears well up in my eyes. Evan chuckles and clumsily lifts my chin up with his makeup bound hands. His smile immediately drops when he sees my face.

"Hey y/n don't cry," he coos, his voice laced with concern.

"Evan I'm losing my mind," I sniffle as he pulls me into a hug.

"You know what you need?" He asks I shake my head 'yes.'

"A blunt." We both say in unison. I feel his cheek stretch into a smile against mine, proud of himself for finally convincing me.

•

My hand shakes as I ring the doorbell to Evans hotel room.

“Ma’ Lady,” Evan bows as he opens the door for me. What a dork.

“Thank you good sir,” I attempt a curtsy as I walk in. I guess were both dorks.

We chuckle as he latches the door behind me.

“Right this way,” he ushers me to his balcony looking over the city. I step out onto the cool concrete, hearing Heaven Beside You by Alice in Chains playing. There's two bean bag chairs set up with a bundle of blankets on each one. Purple and white string lights hang all around the ceiling and railing of the small balcony.

“Wow Evan, this is really cool. I’m impressed with how you spend your free time,” I admit, sitting down in one of the chairs, pulling a blanket into my lap.

“Actually,” he sits down in the chair beside me as he picks up the rolling tray. “I’ve never done this before. I set all of this up as soon as I got home,” he chuckles.

“I don’t even know what to say,” I tell him honestly. I’m dumbfounded. This might seem like a small gesture, but this is one of the sweetest things anyone’s done for me. He went out of his way just for me.

“Then don’t say anything. Just grab me that bong,” he grins, pointing to the glass sitting on the ground next to the door. I stand up and bend over to pick up the simple clear bong, feeling Evans gaze burn into the back of me. When I hand him the piece, I get close enough to his face to see that his eyes are already glossy.

“Evan Peters,” I tisk. “did you start with out me?” I ask putting my hand to my chest in faux offense.

“I was a little nervous, I’ve been waiting for this for so long… I was scared if I was sober I’d mess it up,” he admits. His pale cheeks tinting pink.

“I’m flattered,” I smile. He opens the metal grinder sitting on his lap and begins to pack the bowl. “but it is rude to start a sesh before your guest arrives.” He hands me the packed bong.

“Well how’s bout you get this all to yourself and we call it even,” he wagers. I take the bong with a smile, accepting his offer. As I put the cool glass to my lips, I reach for the lighter on Evans thigh, but he snatches it, looking me in the eyes as he flicks the zippo, igniting a hot bright flame that he circles around the bowl. He begins to pull the flame away, but I grab his hand to hold the light in place for a couple more seconds. His eyes widen a bit and he smiles.

“Damn I’m glad I didn’t want any,” he chuckles, finally pulling away to spark his own joint. I pull the stem and inhale the milky smoke sharply, holding it in my lungs for bit before exhaling slowly. The smoke clouds around my face before a small gust of wind disperses it.

“Yeah, me to,” I grin softly as Evan takes another hit off his joint. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but with the past few weeks I’ve had, I’m goanna need a lot more than some weed to recover from all this stress,” I take another hit and lay my head back in the soft chair, finally feeling my muscles relax as the golden light flows through every nerve of my body. I turn my head and open my heavy eyes to look up at Evan.

“Wow that is bad,” he says, staring at something in the distance. I take this moment to truly admire the man beside me. The purple lights cascade onto his sharp features, violet pin pricks reflect in his coffee-colored eyes. The wind blows his loose brown curls around on his forehead as a rough hand holds the paper filter up to his pink lips. The end of the cone glows crimson as his chest rises, taking in a hit of hot smoke. Evan looks down at me to finish his thought. Had I been sober, I would have quickly looked away. But right now, nothing could tear my eyes from this perfect image in front of me. Evans’ eyes lock into mine as he releases the smoke slowly out through his mouth and nose. “Y/n, I-“ he begins, but before he can finish, I sit up and pull his face into mine. Gently kissing him, the smell of smoke mixed with his cologne is intoxicating all on its own. He tenses for a moment, processing what had just happened, before putting his hand on my back to bring me closer.

“I’m sorry,” I pull away suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so forward. Evan looks at me with wide eyes and flushed cheeks for a second before furrowing his brow,

“Are you kidding me,” ashes fall from his joint onto his pants, reminding him of its presence. He takes small drag before finishing. “That’s all I’ve wanted since the moment I saw you.” I smile at his confession. He holds the joint to my lips offering me a hit. We hold eye contact as I pull the smoke into my mouth, then to my lungs. “You’re beyond beautiful y/n,” he compliments. I lean into kiss him, shot gunning the smoke to him. He kisses hard and inhales the smoke as if it’s his last breath. He sits the joint in the ash tray then puts his hand on the back of my head, gently but firmly, so I don’t pull away this time, Evan exhales the smoke though his nose, so he doesn’t have to break the kiss. I clumsily crawl into his lap to straddle him, and his hands instinctively grab my ass. The heat from his hands warming me through the thin fabric of my leggings. I feel hungry, starving for more and more of him. As my knees sink into the soft chair around him, I begin to grind my hips against his.

“Evan,” I breath out, begging to feel more of his skin on mine. He looks at me with lust filled eyes and kiss bruised lips as I begin to lift his shirt up. He grabs my hand gently.

“Let’s go inside, darling,” he whispers. “You never know if one of those creeps are near by.” He looks around, checking for paparazzi. I was puzzled for a second, before remembering Evans’ status. I nod and climb off him. He stands, his dark jeans tented at the crotch and his white t-shirt rising and falling quickly on his chest. He grabs my hand to guide me inside.

“Can’t forget this,” I grin, stopping to grab a fresh blunt and the zippo. He chuckles as I spark the cone. He pulls me into his lounge, locking the door and closing the blinds. After I had a few hits, I hand the joint to Evan as I sit down on the leather couch.

“We don’t have to do anything more than this if you don’t want y/n,” he almost whispers through the smoke, sitting down next to me. I look into his desperate eyes as he hands me the warm paper.

“Please,” I inhale. “Please Evan I need you,” I beg the stoned man in front of me. With that, in one swift move, he takes the cone from my hand, putting it on the side table ash tray, removes his shirt and smashes his lips to mine, laying me down on the sofa. His kisses trail from my lips to my ear. Grabbing my throat gently he whispers. “You have no idea how desperate I am for you,” all I can do is moan in response my brain too high off THC and lust to form a coherent thought. His kisses continue trailing down my neck as his fingers work with the buttons on my black flannel. He smiles like a child when he sees that I have nothing underneath the warm button up. His mouth quickly drops to one breast swirling his warm tongue around as his hand massages my other breast, sending me into a fit of pleasure. After giving the same treatment to the other side, he rips off my leggings. He grabs the waistband of my thong. “May I?” he asks with heavy bloodshot eyes.

“Please,” I nod. He wastes no time removing the flimsy fabric and spreading my already trembling legs. He dips a long finger into my heat, groaning at how slick I already am.

“All this, just for me?” He licks the fluid off his finger, just to dip it back inside of me and out once more. “Have a taste baby,” he reaches his finger up and I close my mouth around it, licking seductively, making sure to keep eye contact.

“Fuck,” he whispers to himself. “Good girl,” he praises with a kiss on my nose. He quickly dips his head back down, licking from my entrance up to my clit, sucking and licking with expertise, earning a loud moan and a string of profanities from me. I quickly feel my orgasm building in my stomach, but its not enough.

“Evan, I need you to fuck me, please,” I whimper. He pulls his head up, his mouth and chin shimmering. I definitely didn’t need to ask twice. He jumps up dropping his pants and boxers allowing his perfect cock to spring free, giving himself a few good pumps. I shiver at the sight. Evan dips his head down to my core one last time, giving me a kiss then allowing a trail of warm spit to drip down and trickle to my entrance. The sight is enough to make me melt into this sticky leather couch. Evan lines his length up with me, pulling my hips up and guiding me onto his dick. Slowly filling me, stopping halfway in allowing me to adjust, but I don’t want it. I buck my hips forward, making him bottom out immediately. A string of curses leaves both our lips as he pokes at my stomach from the inside. He begins thrusting quickly, taking the hint that I’m not wanting to make love tonight. Evans’ toned body begins to shimmer with sweat as he brings a strong hand to my throat squeezing the sides, making me just lightheaded enough to intensify the pleasure. He looks down at me, biting his lip, as he watches my face contort in pleasure from what he’s doing to me. The louder I moan, the harder he pounds into me. My breathing starts to hitch with each thrust as I clench around him.

“Evan I’m going to-” before I can finish my sentence, he pulls out completely, making me groan from the sudden empty feeling. I curse and open my mouth to question him.

“Turn over,” he demands as he stands up. I obey and begin to shift on the couch. “hands and knees.” He specifies, slapping me hard on the ass, I cant help but giggle as the sting lingers on my sweaty skin. I prop myself up on my forearms on the arm of the couch and spread my legs, wiggling my ass a bit as wait for Evan to fill me back up.

“Your body is so perfect,” he says as grabs and kisses my ass before I feel him line himself up again, quickly thrusting in to satisfying the ache in the empty space he left behind in my stomach. Once he finds his rhythm, I feel his hand snake around my throat and the other around my torso as he pulls me flush against him. My shoulders press against his as I arch my back. In this new potion, he hits my g spot perfectly.

“Shit Evan! Yes please,” I pant. “just like this. Please fuck me just like this! Don’t stop,” I plead as I squeeze his strong arms that are wrapped around me. Even groans lowly at the praise.

“I need you to cum y/n,” he whispers in my ear, reaching down to rub circles on my clit. “Can you do that for me, gorgeous?” All I can do is moan and nod my head ‘yes’. His thrust propels me towards my orgasm as I scream out profanities. “That’s it, good girl,” his hot breath moans into my ear laced with the smell of stale smoke. I curl my toes and grip his forearms with all my force, leaving nail marks as my whole body tenses, then releases in pleasure.

“Evan I’m cumming!” My screams and the sound of our skin slapping together fill the room. “Fuck you make me feel so good,” I whimper as he begins to slow down his thrusts, allowing me to ride out my high.

“Good job baby,” he pulls out, pumping himself. “now get on your knees. Open your mouth.” I quickly obliged. I drop down and look up at him. The sight of his heaving, glistening chest and his brown curls sticking to his red sweaty face is enough to make me orgasm all over again. He reaches his veiny arm down and pulls my hair into a ponytail and. I happily open my mouth for him as he gently taps his rock hard tip on my lips, I moan quietly as he begins to slowly thrust in my face. I take it upon myself to press his dick as far as I can down my throat, gagging as my nose touches his abdomen.

“Holy fucking shit baby,” he pants out, now fucking my face. It doesn’t take long before he’s twitching in my deep in my throat and the salty pre cum drips into my mouth. “That’s it baby, fuck,” he swears as he grips my hair so hard I can feel a few strands snapping. It takes all of my strength to pull my head a away.

“Cum on my face, please Evan,” I gasp for breath, looking up at him with tears running from my pink eyes, as thick strands of spit string from my lips to his perfect dick. With a few pumps, and his death grip still on my hair, I open my mouth and hum in satisfaction as he releases his strings of hot liquid all over my face. He groans and curses, finally releasing my hair.

“Fuck y/n,” he sighs, looking down at the beautiful mess he’s created on my face. He brings his thumb to my mouth scooping up some of his cum and bring it to my lips. I smile around his thumb, lapping up all the liquid. “I can’t believe how beautiful you are,” he looks at me with such strong admiration in his eyes, I can’t help but blush as I lay my head into the hand he puts on my cheek. “Lets get you into the shower,” he begins guides me to the bathroom but I stop him.

“Don’t you want a cigarette first” I offer, grabbing the menthols from my flannel pocket. He grins. “Well, I’m not going to ever turn down a cigarette after sex that good,” he looks at the state of my face again. “But let me at least wipe off your face first. It’s the least I could do.” I giggle as he walks over to get a wet rag. This is absolutely worth risking my job for.

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