#I feel so empty. I don't like feeling like this but I don't know where to start. I feel like someone has been drinking my life strength out

[shaisuki]

SHAI

How about a bully gojo and geto take shy chubby darling to their room (for some reason/excuse)?

OR

bully jjk men taking chubby darling to their room (for maybe a project?)

Love ur works! Byee!!

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❝SHOULD WE TAKE IT ON PRIVATE? ❞

FEATURING. GOJO SATORU, NANAMI KENTO, GETO SUGURU, TOJI FUSHIGURO

CONTENT WARNINGS. dubious consent + nonconsensual moments + bullying + derogatory terms + yandere themes + possessiveness + jealousy + exhibitionism +

SYNOPSIS. jjk men taking you on private just to get a taste of you.

GOJO SATORU

“there you are.” said in a sing-song voice belonging to the white-haired boy that have been hot on your tail since you've tutored him in a subject that he didn't need of being taught. he passed that exam without difficulty and with flying colors. before that you have doubted that he needed you. he can play dumb all he wants but he's smarter than what you think and you shouldn't have accepted to tutor him. there was no need for it and the sessions where just filled with unsolicited advices and he wasn't even listening half of the time. only mustering a yes or no or a whine that he's bored. you just wasted your time on him and he was just waiting to get a rise from you.

clutching the books tighter closer, you let out a shake of your head to clear your thoughts and try not to look obvious glancing at the now empty hallway. you looked at him and in a clear voice you asked him. “do you need anything, gojo?” he only grins at your question before responding. “glad you asked. honestly i need you to show me something.” your brows scrunched up at what he said. “what?” taking a step back to gain a few distance from him and using your books as shield.

noticing your flighty behavior towards him. “there's no need for me to explain.” he suddenly grabs your wrist in which you pulled from him but he persisted. his smile turning into a annoyance at your resistance. “we don't have long and it will be done once you listened to me.” is what he reasons and since he won't get out of your hair you followed him.

“so what now?”

twisting the lock in his door and confidently strutted to where you stand in his vast dormitory room. “we're studying.” he says to you. sighing you just can't believe how you were easy to be fooled by him. there's nothing comes good getting caught in his whims. “you're just fooling me. you know what i'm done.” you say grabbing your books and began to stalk towards the door when he grabbed you.

“wa—” your voice died down as you got knocked straight to his bed while he puts his legs besides your plush hips. icy blue eyes stares down at you. his lips curling in a smirk. “you're smart but you lack common sense. i'm going to teach you.” his smirk turning wider.

you began to thrash but his grip remains tight to your wrist that you began to worry that it will leave a bruise. “the fuck you are doing!? get off me, gojo!” squirming as you move your body. the asshole didn't even budge at you. “relax, (y/n)-chan. you'll feel good i promise.” his words dripping with amusement and you curled your lips into a frown. disgusted at the way he called you.

it did feel good just like he promised. incredibly good.

hating how your body betrayed you as he lays between your legs. his tongue taking a long lick in the seam of your cunt that was dripping with your juices from the repeated assault it had taken from his tongue.

“g-gojo, stop!” your voice quivered as your thighs shake from his ministration. his white hair peeking from between your thighs. a mmm can be heard from him. “you're sweeter than you look, (y/n). should have tasted you sooner but whatever. softer too.” he added. his large palms are splayed in your creamy thighs before diving back. keeping you pinned down with his strength. he ignores your pleas.

your hands finds his hair. threading them with your chubby digits before fisting them as you unconsciously grinds your hips to his face. was your pussy that good? you can hear him moaning. the vibrations of his humming adds the pleasure down to your core.

fuck him and fuck his tongue. you never felt so good as you feel his tongue lick and his lips suck your clit. he even used his tongue to fuck your hole. wiggling inside as your back arched from the intense pleasure. you are so close.

a breathy moans escaped your lips. biting your finger to muffle the moans that was threatening to spill and your impending orgasm threatening to burst at any moment.

“sato—nhhh, c-close” you were so close and that's when he stopped. emerging as he sit, putting your legs besides his waist. “can't have you cumming on my mouth, such a shame you were sweet but it needs to be on my cock.” licking his upper lip with his tongue, drenched with your slick.

“it needs to be on my cock, sweetheart.” and then he grins.

NANAMI KENTO

“just one more page.”

he mutters. blissfully seated in his chair while you warm his cock. a faint hue of blush dusting his cheeks as he groans. the tight wet heat of your cunt hugging his cock like it was made for him.

the tip of his cock nudging the entrance of your womb. throbbing and leaking with precum. stretching your walls to accommodate his length. every second feels like torture as you deliciously impale yourself in his cock without moving.

nanami was enticed with you. took a liking to his favorite blockmate and there you are, reading the workbook of the course. you had been at the same page. repeating the same paragraph. your brain is too occupied with the feel of his cock rather than absorbing the general knowledge needed for the upcoming exam.

he needed the relief and what's best was the comfort of your fat pussy and your body pressed in his. what fatigue resting in his body slowly dissipates the more he's closer to you.

“doing good, darling.” laving your rounded shoulder with kisses. a whimper escaped your lips. unintentionally clenching around his length. tears clumping at your eyelashes. “it won't be long, okay? just want to feel you and i'll move.” he assures you. his hot breath fanning behind your ears. grunting as he feels you tightened around him.

he knows he shouldn't torture you this much. considering he lured you in the confines of his private room to warm his cock and relish to the comfort of your body. you're too good to be ignored and nanami was willing to spoil you after this.

“nanami—” a breathy moan call of his name and he almost loses it. cursing under his breath and he holds your plush waist. his palm splaying on your round belly. “i know, i know.” he repeatedly mutters. it was becoming difficult to ignore it now.

“i got you.” he shushes you and he moves. a whine leaving your mouth and then he began thrusting his length inside you. “that's it. good girl.” he praises you and that was the last thing you heard him say before you lost in the pleasure.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

the library's quiet except for the secluded part. muffled whines and the obscene loud squelches of his thick fingers stuffed in your cunt.

“stay quiet. you wanna let them catch you being fingered, hah?” toji drags his tongue to your round cheek. leaving a wet trail of his saliva. you shaked your head. your back arching in his lap like you were trying to get away from him but toji remained relentless pumping your fat cunt with his fingers.

he got a grip on your throat. a strength enough to make you lightheaded and briskly cutting your air supply without choking you. he got you half-naked after a session of you tutoring him as if he'd care for his academics when all he wanted was to be alone to you.

some light groping and convincing, he landed you on this position. turning the goody two shoes into a bumbling dumb hot mess. flipped skirt and unbuttoned school uniform. oh, he did like this look on you. how much more you can be dumber if he got you bouncing on his cock but first he need to prep you.

“you like that?” he murmurs. the scar on the corner of his mouth twitching as he curled his lips in a smirk. “you like being stuffed with my fingers into your cunt?” the pad of his thumb rubbing firm strokes to the bundle of nerves. “you want to cum in my fingers, babe?" he chuckles at your breathless and then his pace turned rougher and faster until you came undone in his thick digits.

“that feels good, huh?” his smirk stretching wider as you catch your breath. “see how you can handle my cock.” toji commented. holding you up. pulling his zipper down to grab his cock before aligning it to your cunt soaked with your release. “try to keep silent.”

is what he said before fucking you dumb at the library.

GETO SUGURU

the sound of skin to skin slapping echoed in the vacant room, only you and suguru were there. exchanging spit and sweats as he fucked you into oblivion. the chair where he sat and where you are bouncing on his cock.

keeping him close as you move your hips up and down. getting that delicious stretch of his fat cock rearranging your guts. “sugu.....” you moaned out. his black nails digs at your soft skin as he held your hips to guide you in using his cock as you please.

“i know, i know. you missed me.” he cooed. it was a lie. he just grabbed you and dragged you to this vacant room. it may seem that you were the one who orchestrated this whole thing, that you were the needy one but geto misses you and the thought of you made his cock twitch in his pants.

“i have classes.” you manage to say in between moans as your body jiggled. repeatedly bouncing on his cock. “just let me fill this tight pussy of yours and i'll let you go, hmm?” gripping your jaw as he crashes his lips into yours. swallowing your moans.

it didn't take long before he's releasing his cum inside your pussy. just when you're about to stand up and watch his cum leak out of you. dripping down your thighs. it didn't happen. he only kept his grip firm on your plush waist. the flesh spilling fast from his fingers.

“sugu... you promised.”

he only smiles at you. his bang falling down in his face. giving you a closed eyed smile.

“change of plans.” he says before flipping you into your back. his cock still hard inside you twitches. “i'm not done with you anyways.”

[raekensluver]

nightfall temptations (introduction)

description: breaking up with your boyfriend, ethan landry, was too easy. he was too understanding, and now you're discovering why.

pairing: dark!toxic!ex!ethan landry x fem!reader

contains: 18+, Minors DNI, dark content, mentions of typical scream violence,

song rec: heathens by twenty one pilots- "you'll never know the psychopath sitting next to you. you'll never know the murderer sitting next to you."

w.c: 790+

an: i miss the magic of halloween from when i was a kid.

"come on, just one more block," you murmur to yourself as your phone buzzes for the fifth time that night. the sidewalks of new york city are eerily empty, the neon lights flickering in the quiet, casting an eerie glow on the deserted storefronts. the cold air whispers around you, carrying the distant echo of a siren and the occasional rustle of a forgotten newspaper dancing in the gutter. you fumble in your pocket, fishing out the device that's become a second source of anxiety.

the screen lights up with a familiar unknown number, the same one that's been taunting you for weeks. your gut tells you to decline the cal and maybe he'll leave you alone, but curiosity and fear compel you to swipe the screen. "hello?" you whisper, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it's a wrong number this time. instead, the all-too-familiar static fills your ear, the kind that makes your skin crawl.

a chilling voice, digitally distorted yet eerily human, echoes through the line. "hello baby," ghostface says, his tone mocking and playful. "aren't you just lovely tonight?" your heart races as your eyes dart around the empty street, searching for any sign of movement. he must be watching, but from where?

you grip the phone tighter, your knuckles white with tension. "what do you want from me?" you demand, trying to sound braver than you feel. the static hums for a moment before he speaks again. "oh, i just like to keep tabs on my favorite little scream queen," he teases, a sadistic chuckle following his words. "now tell me, what's your favorite scary movie?"

you quicken your pace, the cold wind stinging your cheeks as you struggle to maintain composure. "leave me alone," you say firmly, your voice shaking slightly. you can almost feel his presence closing in, his shadow looming somewhere in the dark alleyways. "or what?" he taunts, "you'll call the cops? they're busy with the real horrors of the city, not playing hide and seek with me."

his words hit a nerve, making you realize the futility of seeking help. your hand clutches the phone so hard you're surprised it doesn't crack. "what do you want?" you repeat, desperation seeping into your tone. the line goes silent, except for the heavy, deliberate breathing that sends chills down your spine.

you don't notice the turn you've made until it's too late. the bright lights of the main street give way to the stark darkness of an alley. your eyes strain to adjust as the buildings lean in closer, the bricks pressing down on you like a tomb. your footsteps echo off the damp walls, echoing through the narrow passage. you're no longer sure if you're moving away from safety or straight into his arms.

the alley opens up into a small, dimly lit courtyard. the moon casts a ghostly pallor over everything, making the shadows dance and twist. that's when you see him for the first time, standing in the center, his iconic ghost face mask gleaming in the moonlight. your heart leaps into your throat.

his posture is strangely familiar, the way he holds his knife at his side, casual yet threatening. something about his stance, the tilt of his head, it's all too…personal. your mind races, trying to piece together the puzzle of who's could be behind the mask. you know this character. you've heard about the killings on the news by someone in a ghostface mask and from your friends about how the 'stab' movies were based on the killings that took place almost thirty years ago. and now, you're seeing him standing in front of you. just looking at him sends a cold shiver down your spine, the kind that makes your hair stand on end.

you look like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen in terror. ghostface takes a step closer, his boots clacking on the cobblestone. "now, now, don't go anywhere," he coos, as if you had anywhere to go. your legs feel like jello, threatening to give out beneath you. "we're just getting started."

you whimper, unable to hold it in. your eyes dart around the courtyard, avoiding the cold, dead gaze of the mask. that's when you notice his shoes, a pair of worn-out sneakers with the laces undone. something about them seems…off. they don't match the rest of his outfit, which is a mix of dark clothing that blends with the shadows. the sneakers seem almost…ordinary. a strange detail in the chaos of the moment that somehow makes him more real, more terrifying.

that's when the realization hits you like a punch to the gut. you've seen those shoes before, countless times, in a place you never thought you'd associate with fear - your ex's apartment.

you swallow hard, trying to push down the bile rising in your throat as you call out, "ethan?"

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[dark-night-hero]

Imagine being in a secret relationship with the one and only Gojo Satoru.

Imagine sitting in a bar, colored light pointed everywhere as you silently stare at your surroundings. Casually taking a sip of your drink as you lean back on your seat, head bobbing up and down along the music. How boring.

"He's been staring at you ever since we came here." "Who?" You raise a brow but did not spare your friend a glance and proceeds to take another sip of your drink. It was sweet, alcoholic but sweet. "Gojo Satoru from business department, you know. That guy with white hair, blue eyes-" "And the one who always wears tinted glasses, right. Who wears that indoors and not to mention at midnight." You chuckle, setting your empty cup down before standing up. "Gotta go to the bathroom."

Imagine looking at the mirror, your own reflect staring at you as you turn your face to the side to take a good look at your features. Unlike the other day there your hood and glasses would hide away your face, it was one of those days where you feel like stepping out of your shell and have fun. Well, more like to pissed off your boyfriend that was surely waiting for you out of the door. Making sure you're presentable as you arrived, you take one last glance in the mirror before walking your way out in the bathroom.

"Hey there." There was your boyfriend in his fitted white shirt that was hugging his body so well his well toned body could be seen. "Why hello to you too, Gojo." You smile at him before walking past him, if only he didn't block you on your way back into your friend's table. "No baby, you ain't going anywhere." He said as he grab a hold of your wrist pulling you at the back as you just stare at him in amusement, looking around for a moment only to find his best friend, Suguru shaking his head at the scene of you two before looking away like it was none of his business.

"So?" You cross your arms, looking directly at his eyes underneath those tinded glasses he was wearing. Something you will never understand at the same time you do kind of appreciate it. Because you know as soon as he remove that, people would be all over him, going crazy at his baby blue eyes. "What please do I owe you?" "You told me you're going out for some fun, what are you doing here?" "Pfffff" "Why are you laughing?" "I think it's funny how much a lo- heh, how someone like you could meddle in my life like this."

Imagine the way he flinch under your watch, his jaw tense as his hand curl into a fist. "What?" You laugh, one hand reaching out to touch and trace his jaw. "Are you mad, Satoru?" You chuckle before your hand travel on the back of his head and tugging him down harshly so he was on the same level as you. At the same time, his other hand lean on the wall for support, his glasses on the tip of his nose on the verge of fallling. This time, he was glaring at you like crazy. "Remember this is your arrangement not mine and just like how you don't want me to meddle with yours, I advice you not to meddle with mine to or who knows what could possibly happen." You push him away, about to walk of but he just won't move.

Imagine it's not like you wanted this to happened. He was the one who wanted to keep your relationship a secret, the one who said you cannot meddle with each out in public. And to be honest it's not that you didn't see where he was coming from, you were just this normal person, one among the crowd in the campus. Living differently from him who lived so well off along side his buddies. He was the heir into the Gojo industries. And you, you're just you, someone who have nothing to lose, nothing to offer.

"Move." You repeat when he doesn't move, trapping you between him and the wall. "Satoru move, others are starting to look." You whispered, gripping on his close before taking a deep breathe and relax. You tap him twice in the chest, refusing an eye contact as you gently push him away. Going in this bar was definitely a bad idea. You shouldn't have come out of pettiness. "Satoru, your fiancée is about to get over here, move." As soon as he said that, you felt him when stiff before immediately pulling away from you. "Well talk later." "You're coming home with her, we have nothing to talk about." "(First name)-" "Come to think about it. It's about time." "What do you-" "I'm done being your secret, goodbye Satoru." "... wait-" "Satoru!"

Imagine without thinking too much about it, you walk back in your booth like nothing happened and immediately drown yourself with more drinks. It's not like you don't understand where he was coming from. You knew that he loves you. You knew that damn well that he was hurting too. But while he got the whole world around his palm, you only have him. You only have him yet you cannot even call him mine. You're tired. You love him but you're tired.

Imagine if you knew that loving him would hurt like this. You would have turn the other way around the first time you saw him. Loving him was a losing game. "Hey, thats enough."

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°

[sturnina]

Sleep Paralysis

Matt Sturniolo x reader

― tags;; sleep paralysis angst, lowkey hallucinations, angst with a sprinkle of fluff at the end, happy ending, hurt/comfort

― wc;; 930

― author's note;; feel free to take inspo, just tag me if you do and don't copy the entire thing + english is not my first language, so i apologise for mistakes <3

Exhausted, tired, worn out — none of these words quite describe the state you’re in. You’re moving drowsily, your hands shaking as you pick up your phone to set an alarm for tomorrow. The warm pillows welcome you as you lean back, sinking into the mattress. Matt looks up from his phone as he hears your relieved sigh.

“Tired?” he asks, chuckling.

You mumble something incoherent, so ready to fall asleep. He turns around and softly presses a kiss on your cheek, silently wishing you goodnight before rolling onto his other side to continue watching TikToks.

At this point, you’re far too gone to care that he’s not cuddling you. All you need is the warmth of the bed, his even breaths from next to you, and the safety of his room while you let your thoughts wander, waiting for the comfortable embrace of sleep.

You’ve been up since four in the morning, almost working non-stop. The only moments where Matt could convince you to take a break were for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He forced you to go out with him to a restaurant, so you wouldn’t be buried in work for the entire day.

Usually, you’re not a workaholic like this but today you simply had too much to do and couldn’t bring yourself to stop. But now it was time to just relax, to let go of your worries, your racing thoughts, everything that was on your mind the entire day.

Like the fact that you still haven’t replied to that one E-mail… fuck. But it’s too late now, you’re already falling asleep, you can’t focus on that now… Your heart rate which had calmed down so comfortably starts picking up again, and you feel yourself take a deep breath.

Matt’s hand is in yours — did he go to sleep now as well? How long have you been lying awake? It can’t be that long… But you’re not asleep now, and you can see, but aren’t your eyes closed? Your body is heavy, so heavy, and you try to hold on to Matt’s hand, but you can see, and you see that he is not there, he is not in the bed, but something is holding onto your hand, you can feel something in your hand…

And the room is wrong, so wrong, it isn’t safe anymore, why isn’t Matt’s room safe? It’s supposed to be safe, to be warm, it’s supposed to be just you two in here, but there is something more, something else, and your thoughts are racing, but your body won’t move, and you’re trapped, in his bed, in your body…

Nothing is holding your hand anymore, and you can see that the bed is empty — Where is Matt? — but you can’t move, you’re heavy, your heart is racing, and there is someone, something, staring at you, looking down at you, piercing you, trapping you, and you’re fighting, but your throat is clogged, your voice is empty, and your lungs are so full. Your breath catches in your throat, and there is something in the corner of Matt’s room, which is supposed to be safe, and it’s moving… Is it moving? Is it coming closer? Is it taking a step toward you, across the room? It is.

Your breath hitches, your eyes water, your body trembles, you don’t like this, you don’t like this, you don’t like this, this isn’t good, this is not good… It is closer now, you don’t know what it is, a shadow, a demon, a person, you don’t know, you don’t want to know, but it is too close now…

You want to scream, to cry, to call out, to yell for help, for anyone, for anything, but your throat is tight and unmoving, and you can’t move, you still can’t move… A weight is pressing down on your chest, stealing your breath, stealing the air you should be breathing.

It is too close, way too close, your entire body is limp, and you can’t do anything as it comes closer and closer, as you see it leaning down to you, as you see it reaching out…

And someone shakes you, holds your shoulders, moves you — you’re moving, you’re moving, you’re not heavy anymore, but you still can’t breathe, your arms are limp, your mind is foggy…

Matt holds you.

His arms are around you, safely, holding you against him, pressing you against his chest; you can feel the warmth, the safety. The pressure in your lungs slowly sinks, and you take a deep breath, sucking in the air greedily. Tears stain your cheeks, and you lift your hand — finally— and hug Matt, clinging to him because this is safe, you’re safe again. You are safe again in his room, in his bed, in his arms.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispers in your ear, and you finally move, you finally take deep breaths, you finally feel your body again.

But it feels wrong, and you’re just looking, just staring, too scared to move, too scared to speak, because what if you can’t? But you have to because your throat is clogging up again, your lungs are stuffed again, and you finally speak.

“Am I- is- am I awake?” you ask, your voice just as shaky as you feel, just as weak as the small breaths you take, just as unsure as your lungs as you continue breathing.

“Yes,” Matt says, his voice clear and soft, his hand on your hair, brushing over it, holding you close. “Yes. You’re alright.”

“I’m alright,” you whisper, leaning into his touch. “I’m alright.”

― nina speaks;; sleep paralysis’s are nastyy. i once legit thought someone took my hand lmao

[dobadoo]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ WANDERER ꒱ ˎˊ˗ my sweet, tender girl..

wanderer/fem!reader

warnings ★ — NSFW. cuniculingus, fingering, gentle sex, just fluff at the end

a/n ★ — my dears, sorry in advance for my English, I wrote everything in my native language and translated. (I think it turned out too dirty..)

1.209 words (POSSIBLE NON-CANON)

Expressing his feelings and love in words, except for calling you cute poetic nicknames, he… Doesn't really know how. Or at all. But he can take you to a "puspa" cafe or watch the sunset in the evening, but he can't express it in words. He sees your glowing eyes when you look at him. He sees how happy you are because of his presence next to him. He honestly doesn't fully understand this, but secretly he is glad that he can make you happy.

He doesn't like to remember his dark past. He knows that he managed to do something wrong, but he just doesn't want to involve you in it and doesn't understand how such a beautiful creature like you could love someone like him.

His caustic phrases can hurt you, and sometimes it gets to the point that you just leave home for an indefinite period. You know, or just hope, that he is looking for you and wants to apologize. In his indigo, cold, detached eyes, you can now read sympathy for what he said, but for some reason he does not always say it. You know his past, albeit briefly, and you understand that it is difficult for him to open up to people. You see how he tries, and you appreciate this effort. You yourself try to help him, telling him what to say in what situations.

Over time, you see the fruit of your efforts. If the Wanderer runs into someone on the street, then it is not particularly difficult for him to talk to the person. It happens that he cannot keep track of his language, and thereby offends the person.

And so, you are standing in the night forest of Avidya (if I wrote it wrong, please tell me) you are sitting on a shabby log, while the Wanderer, with crossed arms, stands in front of you, drilling you with a heavy, piercing gaze of his indigo eyes.. And then he takes off his hat, putting it on the grass and comes closer. You look up at him and already understand.. When he behaves like this, it's a bad sign.

"I'll ask a question, and you have to answer me. And don't you dare lie, I'll understand it right away, you know."

The Wanderer looks at you, putting one gloved hand on his side.

"Pfft.. What kind of question is that?"

You answer, look at him, and probably for the first time you see such pain in his eyes. You hesitantly stood up and put your hand on his shoulder, trying to make him understand that you are nearby and he has nothing to fear. He looks coldly at your hand and reaches out to squeeze it and then.. Remove it from his shoulder with a detached look.

"Name the reason why you "fell in love" with me so much?"

The question made your mind fly out. A slight stupor for a few seconds. The puppet does not take his eyes off your agitated face and watches every change in your behavior, thereby driving you into a stupor even more. You understand that if you remain silent for at least a few more seconds, the Wanderer will draw his own conclusion.

"I don’t need any reasons to love you. If you are afraid because of your past, then you shouldn’t. You are not that person anymore. I know how you reproach yourself inside, but believe me, you shouldn’t."

"I… understand"

The Wanderer's eyes widened slightly before they became calm again. He honestly didn't expect such an answer. He can't perceive himself as an adequate and calm person. As a completely ordinary resident of Sumeru. You are the only one who believes in him. You are the only one who didn't turn away, but on the contrary came to help. You became his light in his impenetrable darkness, which illuminates the way. Your smile warms his empty soul. Gentle touches make him experience strange… but pleasant sensations in the place where the heart should be.

He decided for himself that he will become your support. He will become your protector and will not allow you to go on these errands again, from which you return with new wounds. Seeing blood on your body, like an arrow in the soul, shakes him every time he hears your cough, reminding him of the last person who "betrayed" him.. He does not stand aside. He also goes on missions with you and protects you. Sitting in the evening near some pond, he looks at you, and a smile appears on his face. He sees how tired, sweaty and dirty you are, going into this pond and splashing around there like a little child, calling the Wanderer to you. With his wind, he helps your hair dry, and at this time you weave a wreath, which soon ends up on his head.

He honestly still does not fully understand the reason for such love for himself on your part, but he is madly happy that you are near.

18+

He does not particularly need intimacy, but when he sees you, so vulnerable, lying under him, with such tear-stained eyes from passion and desire… What are you doing to him, girl?

"I see how much you want. Why don't you ask?"

his indigo eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he leaves soft kisses on your tense groin. His doll lips were so cold on your soft, hot skin… you got goosebumps. But you didn't care, because your warmth, coming straight from your tender, loving heart, could surely warm you both.

"Mhm.. please don't tease me like that.."

You touched his dark indigo soft hair, lightly ran your fingers through his locks and pulled the fabric of his white cloak, hiding his beautiful body under a transparent black sleeveless turtleneck that fit his slender body so perfectly. And then you suddenly thought that such beauty would really ruin you one day.

"Oh my sweet, tender girl.."

The Wanderer whispered contentedly, and with a hint of teasing. As your passion grew, the Wanderer felt the last remnants of his cynical facade crumble. sweet words and your gentle caresses awakened feelings in him that he had long buried - longing, devotion, the uncertain movements of a heart slowly thawing after centuries of icy isolation.

"Are you cold, my Persephone?"

He asked tenderly, covering the inside of your thigh with cold kisses, you shook your head. You threw your head back, pressing yourself against the mossy side of the tree, where you had previously had a casual conversation.

The puppet avoided your most sensitive places, the gentle touch of his lips on your untouched skin sent electrical impulses running along your spine. You trembled, your breath hitched, as waves of new sensations rolled over you.

Encouraged by your reaction, the Wanderer's kisses became bolder, his indigo gaze staring at you with a glint of gentle mischief. The cold of his touch contrasted teasingly with the heat of your arousal, igniting the fire of your desire to new heights.

"Mhm.."

You jerked forward sharply as his gloved hands spread my legs in such a depraved manner.. You raised yourself up on your elbows, looking into his indigo eyes with a little excitement

"Sh-sh-shh.."

The Wanderer, sensing your excitement, climbed on top of you, gave you passionate kisses on the lips, you responded willingly, all fears dissipated, only desire, love and lust remained. The Wanderer covered your fragile neck with kisses and light bites, claiming your body for himself. The puppet began to worship your most intimate flesh, the Wanderer admired the exquisite tenderness of your form. Each thin fold, each responsive movement was evidence of the wondrous diversity of creation.

"That's it, now lie still, sunshine."

Riven by the desire to bring you to the heights of ecstasy, he paid attention to your sensitive clitoris, causing a stream of pleasure in you. With reverent intensity, the Wanderer's gaze remained riveted to your flushed, wet folds. Coming ever closer, he pressed gentle, teasing kisses to the swollen lips of your vulva, the Wanderer licked and sucked, listening to your melodic girlish moans.

Suddenly you were grabbed by the hips and pulled closer. You gasped in surprise, his tongue moved and circled over your clitoris, and at the same time you felt something wet pressing against you from below. You swallowed your saliva and moaned pitifully, taking two fingers inside you first. The Wanderer was amused by your reaction. He let out a light laugh, continuing to caress and please you with his tongue, painfully slowly moving his fingers.

"Don't hold back, show me what other sounds you can make from my actions. Let me go faster," - the movement of the fingers accelerated, and the Wanderer was content with the vulgar squelching sounds from below, scratches on the back and frank female moans. - "Do you like it like this? my little minx?"

You wanted to answer something caustic, but the fast pace of his puppet-like, long, thin fingers knocked you off your feet, you threw your head back, holding onto the blanket. You clenched your hands into fists, moaning quite loudly when his mouth stopped caressing you below, the Wanderer sat up, looking at you with clouded indigo eyes, he leaned on you, settling between your legs.

"Do you want me to caress you here?" - a soft whisper and an almost chaste kiss on the bridge of your nose, while his beautiful fingers rub your walls, moving faster and faster.

"just like that?(your name)?"

"Yes", - your answer is drowned in a groan, drawn out, ending in a desperate whine. And someone else's grin reaches your ears.

His fingers spread inside you like scissors, and your back bends as he bends them a little, stretching the still tight walls, his free hand falls on your miniature breast, and lightly pinches your nipple, forcing you to stay in place, urging you not to move.

A whimper escaped your lips again as the puppet's other hand began to gently rub and make circular motions on your sensitive bud. He moved down slightly to make it easier to work with you with both hands. You closed your eyes and moaned, slowly moving towards him. The Wanderer licked his lip and moved inside you at an unimaginable speed. This was enough to bring you to the abyss of orgasm.

"close.."

while you were lost in your own orgasm, you heard the Wanderer muffled moaning, even screaming, shuddering over your naked body and involuntarily scratching your reddened sides. The wanderer held onto the lower part of your body so tightly that red marks and traces remained on you, including your legs.

He carefully laid your trembling body on a mossy tree branch, and the Wanderer himself, slowly pulled out his fingers and lay down on your chest, right where the heart is, which, by the way, is beating very fast. He heard this sound for the first time, before that he could only fantasize about how a human heart beats, so he was in no hurry to get up or disturb this rare idyll for both of you.

"You so loud, it's ringing in my ears..I wonder if next time I can make you moan louder..mm?."

Puppet raised his head and slyly looked into your eyes. You understood perfectly well that you were all disheveled, red, and the puppet felt great and after a while was ready for the second round.

"And now let me lie down for a bit. Your heart is about to give away all your secrets, beauty.."

The Wanderer lightly flicked you on the nose, then laying down on your chest.

[bisonaari]

I don't know if it has been done here before because I don't look around, but I have thoughts about the album and I need to share them with someone or I'm gonna go INSANE

Put your tinfoil hats on for my analysis of everything around People's Champion under the cut (probably people have talked about it and I'm just gonna repeat stuff, be warned)

So I've been a bit insane about People's Champion and I've started to think super hard about the order of the songs. I think, in my opinion, that the songs are arranged to tell the story of his life and career from right after UMK 2023 until now.

Ready To Go: This is where we start. Just post UMK, people didn't fully believe in him yet. I remember people saying "oh yeah sweden is sending someone who already won esc, but we're sending… Jere from Vantaa????". Hence the chorus, where people want to see him fail. But he's ready, he knows that he can do it. He's gonna go through and give his EVERYTHING. The mood of the song is really hopeful, with big intense guitar.

Cha Cha Cha: Do I need to explain this one here? I'm still not over this hahaha, I don't think I'll ever be. But this is where events take a turn for him, hence why it's so early in the album, even though it's his biggest song. Because he has so much to say after Cha Cha Cha happened.

Takavoltti: This is where things start to fuck up. He doesn't want to stay on his butt now that he has achieved celebrity and starts to take on so many, many gigs. A lot of us were worried for his health when we saw how much he was performing during summer 2023. But in the song, he says that he only saw opportunities and he just had to continue to take them. It takes a toll on his body. It starts to hurt, but he goes through it. That mad man. Also a couple of times in the song, people ask him to do stuff. Like a little circus monkey. And he just ends up hurting himself.

Ruoska: The bad comments start to really get to him. In the video, Erika and Käärijä are both dressed and perform as aliens. They've completely been striped of their humanity. They're just gimmicks that you can insult anonymously on the internet. Who cares anyway, they chose this life for themselves. It's their own fault. While the previous song was still a bit on the funny side, this one digs straight into the hardships that they feel. There is no more humour, only pain.

Kot Kot: He's still doing too much. While everyone has gone home, he's still drunk on the dancefloor, trying to reach out for friends who were wiser and left. He's being dragged out of there against his will, because he's so stubborn. Pushing through isn't working anymore, and people around him aren't letting him hurt himself anymore.

Skit: An appointment with a therapist. Käärijä is being cut off CONSTANTLY by the therapist, who can't see Jere as a patient. He sees Käärijä, the star. Even when he's trying to seek help, he isn't listened to. Because he's not human anymore for people at that point.

Autiomaa: Käärijä is breaking down. In the video, the therapist from the skit is taking a picture of him during the appointment. The feeling of loneliness and emptiness is around him all the time, omnipresent, eating him alive. He just wants someone to see him as a person, to listen to him, to help him with the void.

Sex=Money: At that point, you know, might as well. You're not human anymore, who cares. Why not try to get some money selling your ass. Who's gonna care anyway, sex sells and that's what people want to see, right? He made so much money on onlyfans, the press is acting shocked that he would even do that. The song is back to a bit light-hearted. My interpretation would be that he just finds the situation ridiculous, and that's why we're getting humour back in the lyrics!

Bananas: I'm not sure how this one fits in my theory, but we're SO back for humour. Kääriä is getting better. I think that in this one he found resolve to just continue going on. He's annoyed because people still only see him as an object, but he has to go through and live his life. Show must go on.

Huhhuhhei: Quite interesting to put a love song in this timeline in the story. But I think it's because he wants to live in the present, and not in anxieties from the past and the fear of the future. He doesn't know if the person sharing his bed is still gonna be there in the morning, but whatever, it's not important. Tonight, they're his and that's what matters. Thinking of tomorrow isn't gonna bring anything good.

It's Crazy It's Party: He's still stuck in the parties, they're around him all the time. He's still doing a million gigs in Finland and in europe. And just as the song is quite close to Cha Cha Cha, he's back at the beginning, the situation hasn't changed much. But this time, by the end, he goes to the party again, by his own will. And this time, he has people around to party with him.

People's Champion: We're back babes. This song is a love letter to people who love him. This is a great wrap around for this album. He's just remembering how everything went, from the start, until this point. Going through every point and emotion we've been through with him during the album. But in the end, he IS people's champion. He did it. He made it. And even with all the hardships, he's with us, when our hearts all sing together. The last line of this album that isn't a chorus is "Thank you everybody, I love you".

What a journey

So something that you have noticed that I've talked a lot is how people don't recognize Käärijä's humanity. He has been made into a kind of creature of gimmicks. You can ask him everything, you can say everything to his face. Whatever, he's a celebrity, not a person.

And this is where that cover is a GENIUS move.

On the cover, there are NO gimmicks. No bolero, no bowl cut, no bare chest with a tattoo. Just his face. You HAVE to watch his face, there is nothing else to see. You have to watch his emotion being raw, he's crying. This is not a pleasant cover to see. And I know, I've had spotify open on his face all day friday while I was working, it felt awful. But it makes you do something.

You have to acknowledge his humanity. And there's no way around it.

I love Käärijä

[rockergiirl]

I feel like a kikuri game would have to be styled like disco elysium

ALCOHOLIC FUEL - Awoken in a haze, groggy from the drink last night; you don't even remember last night.

ROCK-N-ROLL SPIRIT - Hell yeah sister, another amnesia morning, we should get fucked up more often.

HAPPINESS SPIRAL - Uh oh, it appears you are stuck on step 3 of The Happiness Spiral, I suggest you get some booze.

ALCOHOLIC FUEL - Our tank is real empty right now. We're gonna have to fill up soon, or she will start talking again.

PERSONAL BOCCHI - Who are we? What is our name? Where is this place? We need to think of something quick, what if someone asks? We'll look really suspicious if we don't know our own name.

ALCOHOLIC FUEL - Too late.

YOU - Who is Bocchi, and why do I have my own one?

PERSONAL BOCCHI - Maybe I'm you, maybe I'm someone you hate, maybe I'm someone you care about, what if I'm someone you know, what if you have to explain why you have me in your brain?

BASSIST BRAIN - I bet last night we broke something, heh heh.

PERSONAL BOCCHI - Oh no, do we even have the money for repairs? What if we spend the rest of our life paying off a debt for breaking a 20 million yen bottle of alcohol?

ALCOHOLIC FUEL - A bottle of 20 million yen alcohol could really hit the spot right now.

HAPPINESS SPIRAL - This would meet the requirements to resume The Happiness Spiral.

ROCK-N-ROLL SPIRIT - Let's go downstairs and see the damage.

YOU - Okay. (End dialogue)

PINK HAIRED GIRL - Descending down the stairs you notice, standing out from the crowd eating their breakfast, a young teen girl with pink hair and a pink tracksuit looking up at you.

ROCK-N-ROLL SPIRIT - One of your fans no doubt.

YOU - Wave and sit down next to her.

ALCOHOLIC FUEL - You sway back and forth running off the fumes from our reserves tank.

ROCK-N-ROLL SPIRIT - Looks like another fan approaches.

STRANGER FAN - The fan apprehensively approaches. "Hey I really liked your performance last night, what was your name?"

YOU - "Me, I'm Bocchi."

PINK HAIRED GIRL - The girl sitting next to you jumps in surprise, and sounds as though she wants to speak up but doesn't.

STRANGER FAN - "You're real cool, Bocchi."

PINK HAIRED GIRL - With apprehension the pink haired girl speaks up. "Hiroi, why did you use my name?"

PERSONAL BOCCHI - It's so over, we're so done. We should flee the country, move to Iceland, and live as a goat farmer and take this morning to our grave.

isn't that how she always wakes up

[sparrowlucero]

Hello sorry I am being shy and anon but do you have any advice for someone who wants to get into Doctor Who again after briefly dabbling (and enjoying it very much) in like the early, early 2010s? I know this is mostly your art blog but you were the only person I could think of to ask you're like the Doctor Who authority of blogs I follow

Oh yeah of course! People can be really confusing about this so I'll try not to be.

So first, the majority of doctor who episodes are self contained stories that you could just watch and understand perfectly without any further context. even when there is some overarching context it's usually written in a way that's either pretty easy to glean and/or just doesn't impact your understanding of the story. 99% of the episodes don't even care if you know the premise and are just like "what if some people were on a spaceship and the devil was there? wouldn't that be fucked up or what??". Don't feel like you have to binge a 60 years long show to watch it. Some standalone episodes I think are fun if you (or anyone else) just want to check out one or two:

The Empty Child/The Doctor Dances (A supposed-to-be-dead boy in a gas mask haunts a young woman in world war 2)

Blink (A woman gets wrapped up in a mystery involving statues that make people disappear. This one is especially good if you flat out know nothing about the show. Has some really great time travel stuff.)

A Christmas Carol (A christmas carol pastiche (of course) where the doctor tries to rewrite the past of a cruel man who's going to let a lot of people die. very sad and sweet. I love the "wintery planet with sky fish" setting of this one)

Vincent and the Doctor (The famous Vincent Van Gogh Episode™)

The Rings of Akhatan (A pretty lowkey little adventure story about an alien festival. has supreme autumn vibes)

Flatline (A species from a 2 dimensional world tries to break into our 3 dimensional one. really fun special effects)

Midnight (A tour bus breaks down on a diamond planet where nothing can survive. Something knocks at the door.)

Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead (The Doctor and friend go to a library that covers an entire planet and finds that everyone has disappeared. Has a lot of really great, interesting concepts baked into it that I won't spoil)

It Takes You Away (A girl is left alone in a cabin in the woods when her dad disappears through the mirror. Has a famously goofy ending that I really love)

73 Yards (A character is steps on a fairy circle and is followed by an old woman who always stands exactly 73 yards away)

The Devil's Chord (This doesn't really have, you know, a plot, but it does have jinkx monsoon as an evil music god)

Boom (The doctor steps on a landmine on an alien planet and cannot move)

Wild Blue Yonder (A two hander where the Doctor and co are trapped on a dilapidated spaceship at the edge of the universe. really atmospheric with some fun/strange visuals.)

That being said, it does add a lot to watch it in order; there's a lot of plot twists, character dynamics, and general payoff you get if you marathon it. I would personally recommend starting with either the first episode of the 2005 show ("Rose") or the first episode of the 2010 season ("The Eleventh Hour") and just watching in order from there. I think you could also start with "The Snowmen", "The Pilot", or "The Woman Who Fell To Earth" if you wanted, but the first two (especially rose) are the better jumping on points.

some other little notes of advice I don't often see people mention:

it's stupid sometimes just roll with it

once in a while the show sort of "reboots" with different writers, actors, directors, and a new tone. it's much more like watching several small shows than one long show, so don't be too put off by the length!

IMPORTANT: pretty much all streaming services will separate holiday/anniversary specials from the show proper and you have to deliberately search them up on the same service to find them. It's really necessary to be aware of this because many of these specials are the first or last episodes for characters/whole eras of the show and are genuinely unskippable. I strongly recommend looking up a list of the episodes and checking it after finales just to make sure you don't skip anything on accident.

there's two spin offs (Torchwood, a more adult (read: gay sex) show about a mysterious agency that solves sci fi crimes, and the Sarah Jane Adventures, a pretty good monster of the week kids show) that ran concurrently with season 1-4. You don't have to watch them to understand anything happening in doctor who, but sometimes they cross over with the show in fun ways, Ex. the first season finale of Torchwood continues directly into season 3 of Doctor Who. My friend and I got a kick out of watching them at the same time so maybe you will too. (either way I recommend watching "Children of Earth", the torchwood miniseries, if you want to see a weird dark sci fi show about the government making contact with aliens. It's a bit like arrival (2016) if it was way nastier.)

alternatively, you can inject fast acting brain poison into yourself with this

anyways I hope this all reads as, you know, more approachable than the way dudes on quora recommend this show:

[aayakashii]

Can I ask for a request about MC comforting Lyca after the New episode end? I hope you don't mind! You can ignore this ask if it's too much, or you're busy!

Don't forget to take a lot of rest(*´˘`*)♡

You read my mind because I was already planning on writing that right after I finished reading that episode 😭

Warnings: MAJOR spoilers for episode 10 and depictions of a depressive episode. Please do not read this if you're not up to date with the story because I don't wanna spoil anyone ;-;

You had given up on knocking and calling out his name after being ignored for an embarrassing amount of times.

You apparently hadn't completely given up on him, however.

Lyca could very clearly still feel your scent through the closed, locked door of his bedroom. He knew you were just outside, waiting quietly for him to open the door and let you inside.

He wasn't in the mood to be comforted, though. He wasn't sure he would ever be, to be honest.

Lyca wasn't the most emotionally aware person in the world, but he knew quite well that what he was feeling was the closest thing to a heartbreak that he had ever felt before.

It was a new feeling inside his chest. It felt like his heart was being squeezed, his throat hurt and his eyes burned. It felt weird, bad, awful. And it felt like nothing could ever pull that weight out of his body.

When Darkwick snatched him out of his life with Neros, he felt anger. Anger at the loss of the one person who cared for him; anger at an institution that treated him like a murderer; anger at everyone that acted like he was less than human, less than someone who deserved a comfortable bed, clean clothes and warm food.

This time, however, he couldn't find it in himself to feel properly angry.

He just felt… empty.

Lyca wasn't sleeping. He couldn’t. Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw those terrified expressions of all the staff, glaring at him as if he was about to rip their throats apart with his teeth, like he was some animalistic abomination with no rational thought.

As if he hadn't been working with them for three days. Befriending them all for three days.

The ice pick he had handed to the man he considered a new friend (and a good man, and a great teacher) being turned against him created a wound far deeper than the scars around his wrists caused by all those months being shackled under Ultio's prison.

And in thinking of scars, Lyca touched his cheek. He felt the little cut, almost completely healed, against his fingertips. A bitter reminder that maybe he should get up and shower – he could feel how his skin was sticky with sweat – since his own body was already getting over it all.

His mind, however, was far from getting over all that.

Just like you wouldn't get over the idea of talking to him.

Why couldn't you get up and leave? He could still feel your scent outside his room. Would you just stay there forever if he locked himself inside his room forever? Were you that stubborn?

Lyca furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at the door from under his covers.

Maybe he should just tell you to leave so he can be alone in peace.

With a frustrated growl, Lyca untangled himself from his blankets and stomped towards the door, aggressively opening it without a warning.

His eyes flitted to the ground right beside his door, where you were sat, when you yelped in surprise at his sudden appearance.

“Lyca!” You pushed yourself away from the wall and clumsily got up, your backpack falling awkwardly down your arms with your sudden movements. “Finally, you opened the door!"

You stepped closer, eyes wide and eyebrows scrunched upwards in worry, and you quickly grasped his arms as if he could run away if you weren't fast enough.

“I was so worried about you! It's been days! Have you been eating? I know you've skipped your classes but I managed to excuse your absence somehow. You look so tired, have you been sleeping properly?” You rambled, pushing him inside and effectively entering his room as well.

Lyca blinked fast, the hairs on his neck standing on edge at the sudden touch, and his face twisted into a grimace.

“...You're being too loud.” He mumbled, looking away from your face.

Seeing your face twisted in concern, for some reason, made him feel guilty. He had done nothing wrong, though. He hadn't done anything wrong in any given moment, god fucking dammit. Why were you looking at him like that?

“I'm sorry.” You lowered your voice, letting go of his arms. “I'm just so concerned about you. Rui and Ed told me to give you some space, but I can't anymore, I'm sorry. I needed to see you.”

Lyca sighed, scratching his head. He took a seat at the side of his bed, still feeling mentally exhausted.

“I'm fine.”

You pursed your lips. You knew he would never outright admit he was feeling awful and that the mission had caused him some heavy emotional trauma. You weren't even sure he was fully aware of it himself. You could only imagine how he felt betrayed and despised by the very people he wanted to become.

You also knew he needed to process it by himself, but you just couldn't watch him walk the path of self-destruction. You couldn't let him be overtaken by depression.

You had to do something. Even if it was the tiniest nudge towards a better direction and a little bit of comfort.

You sat right beside him on the bed, and opened your backpack, fishing out a large bottle of water, offering it to him.

“What?” He stared at the bottle, like it could bite him at any given moment.

“I know you haven't been drinking water. There are no cups around here. You need to drink something.”

Lyca raised his upper lip in a small growl, but you tutted.

“No buts. Go on.” You pushed the bottle into his arms and smiled satisfied when he opened it, despite the enormous pout on his lips.

Once Lyca gave the water a single gulp, he begrudgingly admitted to himself that you were right. He was parched and didn't even realize. At some moment, during his isolation, his body simply stopped signaling his needs and he forgot about them all.

You were already pulling out a few protein bars out of your backpack and making a small mountain of them on Lyca's lap. Once you decided that 12 protein bars seemed decent enough for a young werewolf that apparently hadn't eaten for three whole days, you got up.

“Eat these. While you do it, I'm gonna prepare a bath for you.”

Lyca finally took the water bottle out of his lips, gasping for air.

“I don't want to take a bath. I'm okay.” He talked back.

You raised an eyebrow, glaring at his unkempt hair and greasy face. You noticed he also had the same clothes from three days ago on his body.

“You won't need to worry.” You walked towards his wardrobe, looking for one specific piece of clothing amongst the piles of unorganized clothes, until you found what you were looking for.

“I'll leave this swimsuit for you to wear.” You threw terribly ugly beach shorts in his direction. “You put that on and enter the bathtub when you're ready. I'll wash your hair for you.” You finished, walking into the bathroom that was connected to his room.

Lyca choked on a piece of protein bar.

“You don't have to do any of that! I'm not a kid!” He yelled, cheeks still full of food.

“I know I don't.” Your voice resounded from inside the bathroom, along with the sound of water. “But you're tired and taking a shower can be a bit hard to do. I'll just help you this time.”

Lyca chewed, annoyed. You didn't have to do any of that. You didn't have to bring him water, food, much less bathe him as if he was a little child. Sure, he may have forgotten to do all of that for a while, but…

He sighed. Okay, maybe he did need someone to help him remember his basic needs. But still. Now that he remembered, you didn't need to do all that.

On his lap, there were a ridiculous amount of wrappers after he unconsciously devoured all of them. He didn't notice how hungry he felt, only realizing his empty stomach when he went to grab for another bar and there was none. He was still a bit hungry, but the sugar in his blood made him think a bit clear

Lyca eyed the obnoxious beach shorts.

Just this once. Maybe just this once he could do that.

He walked into the bathroom, cheeks a bit pink due to being shirtless, but more so because of the ugly shorts he wore.

“Did you finish eating? The water is ready, you can enter it if you want to.” You said, dipping your hand into the tub, swirling the water to feel the temperature.

Lyca sighed in relief after you pointedly ignored the fact that he was shirtless and wearing the ugliest shorts ever. No need to feel self-conscious after all.

“... Yeah. Ok.” He said, stepping into the water as you dragged a stool to sit next to the tub.

As Lyca submerged his body, he realized how much he needed the warmth of water against his skin, relaxing his knotted shoulders and neck. He felt a sigh escaping his lips as he sat awkwardly, not knowing how to act when you were sat right beside him, grabbing bottles of shampoo and conditioner.

“You can rest your back on the tub and lean your hair back. I'll wash you hair like that.”

He hesitantly laid against the white porcelain and followed your words, albeit he still looked uncomfortable.

“Just close your eyes and try to relax a bit.” You murmured, pouring water on his scalp as your finger threaded through his unkempt hair.

In spite of himself, Lyca closed his eyes as your hands slowly worked the knots on hair. For a while, his mind stopped racing and cycling through the same memories that haunted him for the past days. In that moment, he just focused on the feeling of water against his scalp and the gentleness of your fingers on his head.

He heard the squeeze of a shampoo bottle and, soon enough, your hands were massaging his scalp with the product. In the back of his mind, he was thankful that you chose products with no scent, just so you wouldn't irritate his sensitive nose.

His favorite part of the whole thing, however, was the feeling of water running through his head and hair. The chilly sensation was a bit jarring in the beginning, but soon enough he found it extremely comforting.

Once you finished his hair, you grabbed a bottle of facial wash.

“I'm gonna wash your face now, is that okay?” You murmured.

Lyca just grunted in affirmation, eyes still closed, and you chuckled.

Your fingers spread the unscented soap against his sweaty skin with caution, careful not to irritate his eyes. You massaged his cheeks, the side of his nose, his jaw, his temples – every little place he wasn't aware was tense.

Once you finished washing it out, you got up and Lyca had to make a conscious effort to open his eyes.

“I'll leave you alone so you can wash the rest of your body. I left clean pajamas for you right there so you can change into new clothes. Okay?” You said, walking towards the door. Lyca yawned, and nodded, mind cloudy and floaty, as he felt the sleepiness that escaped him throughout all of those days finally take over his body.

Once he finished showering (with much effort, since he was almost dozing off) and putting on the new clothes, Lyca walked back to his room only to find you smoothing out the new duvet and sheets you had placed on his bed. The pillows had new covers and were fluffed and all the junk that surrounded his bed had been thrown away.

He felt his breath hitch at his throat.

“Where's my blanket?” Lyca asked, voice a bit frantic as his eyes darted everywhere, looking for his most prized possession.

You opened the drawer of his nightstand, showing his old, dirty blanket safely tucked inside.

“It's here. Don't worry, I wouldn't touch it.” You said with a smile and patted the bed.

“Sit here. Let me dry your hair.”

Lyca relaxed again, heartbeat going back to a slower rate. He dragged his feet slowly and plopped on the side of the bed again.

You crawled onto the bed, standing on your knees right behind him, with your own hair dryer on your hands.

“It's gonna be a bit loud. You can plug your ears with your fingers if you want to.”

Lyca scoffed.

“I don't need to plug my ears. I don't care about any noise!” He retorted, stubborn. You just sighed and rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief.

Once you turned the hair dryer on, however, Lyca immediately flinched. Subconsciously, his fingers went straight to his ears, plugging them right away. He pouted, angry at himself over being proved wrong by you once again.

Behind him, however, you snickered.

The feeling of the big hairbrush you were using scratching his scalp made his eyes flutter closed again, despite the noise. It awakened a few old, unknown memories he wasn't sure were his to begin with. It made him remember of a strange woman's hand with long, sharp nails scratching his scalp when he was just a child. He wasn't sure he knew who this woman was, nor did he have any other old memories like that, but the familiarity of it all brought a warmth to his chest, where he felt only anguish for the past days.

You finished blowing his hair dry with an exhale – the loud sound also hurt your ears – and you tapped his shoulders, signaling that you were done.

Lyca just plopped onto his pillow, laying his whole body on the bed, letting out a loud sigh.

“Are you feeling a little bit better?” You asked with a quiet voice, trying not to disturb the peace that seemed to have finally graced Lyca's mind.

He stared at you for a moment before avoiding your face with a small pout on his bottom lip.

He was most definitely feeling like a whole new person. The melancholy still had a place in his heart, and he still felt betrayed. But he also realized how the hopelessness had given way to something else, something warmer and happy that he genuinely thought he would never feel again after falling into that pit of depression and self-hatred.

All because you were human, despite any curse, and you still cared for him. You weren't scared. You didn't give up on him, even when his mood was sour and combative. If a human like you – someone who's way nicer, way more understanding than all those other people he met – could see him as a friend and not a threat, then he knew that hope wasn't lost for him. As long as you were by side, you were proof that Lyca could be a human just like anyone else because you already saw him as such, even when his wolf ears and tails were out.

“... yeah.” He answered. “Thanks.”

You gave him a relieved smile and leaned in to ruffle his hair.

“Always, big guy.”

He scoffed, putting his hands on his head to protect his newly brushed hair from your attack.

“You wanna nap?” You asked, laughing at his attempts to defend his fluffy, neat hair. Who would've thought he'd care so much about a pretty combed hair.

“Mhm.” He hummed in affirmation, eyes immediately getting heavier and heavier after he snuggled himself inside the covers

And when you two were tucked into bed, Lyca rested his head close enough to you to hear you human heart beating. It softly lulled him into a sleep without hauntings, nor nightmares – a sleep with dreams in which other people looked at him with the same amount of affection and care as he could already so clearly see in your eyes.

[hannyoontify]

i love you - lee seokmin

member | best friend!seokmin x reader

genre | college!au, best friends to lovers!au, fluff

word count | 1.3k

synopsis | you're sick and stuck at home during halloweekend. you were planning to spend the night wallowing in self-pity and tissues, until a certain ray of sunshine disrupts your plans.

warnings | none? js food? and pining ig lol pls lmk if i missed anything

notes | i don’t rlly like this fic 😭 this was a horrible attempt at a sick fic please forgive me. not proofread

seok: heyyy seok: how’s the cold?

[name]: like death warmed up, actually

seok: oh wait i know this one seok: THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA REFERENCE!! RIGHT??

[name]: LMFAOO NICEE

seok: i do my homework :3

[name]: i’m proud of you, my pupil [name]: how’s the party?

seok: boringggg boo boo boooooo it’s boring without you seok: i was actually thinking about leaving

[name]: why? you’ve been looking forward to this party for weeks

seok: yeah but it’s not fun without my wolverine. we’re supposed to be deadpool and wolverine. me being deadpool is js. plain. boring. seok: so i’m leaving rn. wanna binge watch gilmore girls and eat pumpkin cheesecake bars that i stole from mingyu’s kitchen?

[name]: oooo yes please [name]: … and maybe some sinex? i lost mine :<

seok: no need to ask twice. i’ll be there in 20

[name]: you’re the best

The door to your apartment closed shut just as you had finished setting up your living room to the ‘BatCave’, as Seokmin liked to call it. It was something the two of you started since your freshman year when you were assigned to the dingy, tiny campus dorms and you had to make do with the small space the two of you had. There was no specific shape or structure to the BatCave. It was a discombobulated heap of pillows and blankets thrown atop an air mattress that you and Seokmin salvaged from an elderly woman’s yard sale during the spring semester in your sophomore year. 

“Here, here! I’m here!” Your ears perked up at the sound of your best friend entering the foyer and Seokmin quickly made his way to you with two big plastic bags in hand, pressing a quick kiss to your head that made your heart flutter. “How are you feeling?”

You scrunched up your nose and spoke in a nasally voice. “Sick.” 

Seokmin gave you an empathetic smile and reached into his coat pocket before handing you a box of Sinex. “Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas. Didn’t I bring you one this morning too?”

“I don't know where it went! I lost it!” You sniffled.

Seokmin busied himself with making a big show out of taking off his outer jacket, revealing his Halloween that he spent $180 on. The Deadpool costume was originally your idea, suggesting that he should buy a Deadpool onesie and call it a costume, but your best friend insisted on going full out. You thought it was ridiculous that he spent almost 200 dollars on a Halloween costume, but Seokmin thought otherwise. 

‘Go big or go home.’ Was what he had said. 

… At least, that’s what you think he said. He was way too drunk to form a coherent sentence at the time.

“Well, it’s gotta be somewhere.” Seokmin emphasized with a wave of his hands. “I’m going to change. You still have my clothes, right?”

You nodded and waved him towards your bedroom. “Second drawer on the right. It should be on the way top.”

“Thanks, this suit keeps giving me a wedgie and it doesn’t feel really…” He paused to adjust himself with a pained look on his face. “Nice.”

You watched with a smile as he disappeared into your bedroom, adjusting himself under the suit on the way. “You should demand a refund.” You called out to him.

“Oh, you bet I will!” He called back and you barked out a short laugh.

You don’t know how much time has passed since Seokmin first came into your apartment. The glass container that once held Mingyu’s famous pumpkin cheesecake bars was void, not a single crumb leftover. The ceramic mugs that were once filled to the brim with hot chocolate were empty, and the popcorn bowl resting in Seokmin’s lap was half empty.

Everything was perfect. The congestion in your nose had disappeared, thanks to the Sinex Seokmin had bought you, your fever was gone, and you had never felt more warm in your life, nestled into Seokmin’s side with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your favorite fleece blanket was pulled up into your chin and you were positive you had reached the most optimal comfortable state possible for a human.

“You okay?” Seokmin asked quietly. You felt the low hum of his voice reverberate in his chest where your head laid and you nodded.

“Yeah… just tired.” You responded quietly. “I think the Benadryl is in my system; I’m sleepy.”

He hummed and wrapped both arms around you, pressing his lips against your temple. “Go to sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

You nestled yourself further into his chest and nodded again, taking note of the faint scent of his cologne mixed with his shampoo and the calming effect it had on you. Your fingers searched for refuge in Seokmin’s embrace and you let out a small sigh as he began to stroke your head, his gaze still fixed on the screen, where Rory was dying Lane’s hair purple.

Your eyes fluttered closed in resignation, a battle lost against sleep and fatigue. The last thing you remembered before falling asleep was Seokmin’s finger lightly tracing indiscernible patterns on your shoulder.

The gentle pitter patter of the raindrops against your window jolted you awake and you shifted under the blanket, cozying yourself closer into Seokmin’s embrace. The movie on your laptop was paused, and Seokmin had his arm under your head, his eyes closed and lips slightly ajar as he took shallow breaths in his sleep. 

The clock on the wall told you it was way too early–or late–to be awake, and you groggily rubbed at your eyes. The lights outside casted an eerie shadow on Seokmin’s sleeping face as his lashes fluttered ever gently against his skin, drawing your attention to the mole he had under his eye. 

You reached out, lightly tracing the small freckle with your fingertip. There was a familiar fluttering in your stomach as your eyes scanned Seokmin’s face, your hand lightly resting on the side of his face. He nuzzled his face against your palm, humming quietly as he tugged you closer to his chest with the arm he had resting underneath you.

Heat rushed to your face as Seokmin rested his chin atop the crown of your head. The two of you remained like that, basking in each other’s warmth and comfort as the hand on the clock endlessly ticked by. 

With every tick of the clock, you felt yourself falling harder and faster  for the man who was currently holding you in his embrace. Seokmin was your best friend, your other half. The two of you met during freshman year move-in day, and you had known him as the smiley boy who lived across the hall. But now, you were in your senior year and he was Lee Seokmin, an irreplaceable and undoubtedly, the most favorite part of your life. Without Seokmin, you were missing a part of yourself.

“I love you.” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could register what they were. It was barely above a whisper, spoken into the darkness where it would remain a secret between only you and the shadows.

Your words hung heavily in the air and you sucked in a quiet breath, nervous that you might’ve woken Seokmin up. There was a moment of silence, like the world was holding its breath to wait for his response, if he had one at all.

Seokmin’s eyes fluttered open and his warm, brown eyes stared into yours. Under the pale moonlight, his eyes sparkled, like pools of warm and enticing honey, drawing you in. Your eyes flickered to his mole, then the hand you still had resting on his cheek.

“Sorry, I–” Fumbling, you tried to draw your hand away but Seokmin stopped you, resting his hand atop of yours.

“... I love you too.”

reblogs and feedback is always appreciated ^-^

[osakhee]

ceo!anton x assistant!reader

! exhibitionism

the noise of your footsteps echoes around the corridor. the papers in your arms feel heavy, you have been carrying them around the building, collecting more folders from the different working teams. it's a big publishing company that works internationally, sharing news and articles in many languages around the world.

and things are going really well for the company with such a young man at its head, his father methodically placing him at the top of the main building for him to arrange the teams and give long speeches. lee anton is good at what he does. his soft voice makes every room get quiet, his flat yet serious tone has every head bowing to him as answer. anton always gets what he wants, the company growing each time the young ceo play with the strings around his fingers with great care.

today is not different than any other days. you collect finished folders around the different teams and give them to anton, you classify his emails and organize his meetings. most of the time, you don't even see him. the only thing you see is his dark silhouette behind the blurry windows that surround his office. you throw a glance at the door when the team leaders get inside to share some informations with anton. sometimes, his eyes would meet yours, dark brown pupils hidden behind some strand of black hair.

you readjust the papers in your arms, some folders on the verge of falling on the side. the pile feel heavy, yet you know a lot of files are missing. the teams are working hard, but not hard enough for anton, he always asks for more. you peak your head inside of the empty room that's connected to anton's office, finding it comfortably empty. it's always more awkward when he's on meeting at the same time you drop the folders.

you knock softly on the tinted glass door of the office, looking up at the golden letters forming lee anton above your eyes. one... two... three... the clock ticks every second yet you hear nothing but silence on the other side of the door. you resist the urge to get inside but all the tasks on the back of your mind yell at you to do it. you have so much to do... he'll never know you got in... the doorknob clicks in a metallic sound.

"did i tell you to get inside?"

anton's voice is low when he speaks up. you stop in your track, the door barely opened, and you meet anton's eyes. the smell of hot coffee surrounds you, mixed with addictive scent of the ceo's probably expensive cologne. he walks up to you, each footstep having you growing more nervous, and cocks his head on the side, pointing inside the office.

"now that you're here, put the folders on my desk."

you look at your feet and hurriedly get inside the empty office, each sound echoing on the walls. you quickly reach the dark wooden desk and drop the files on it, checking one last time that you have everything before turning the other way around. yet you can't stop following anton's figure, watching him checks the papers himself, his eyebrows furrowed while he quickly goes over the crumpled words and numbers.

"is that all you have? this is half of what i asked."

"they were not done with them sir... i told them i would come get the folders later in the afternoon-"

"do you take decisions by yourself or am i the one deciding?"

the silence grows thicker until anton put down his mug on the desk. you feel like your feet are glued on the floor where you're standing. anton walks up to you and stands in front of you, you want to avoid his eyes but you're met with the unbuttoned top of his black shirt, and you have no other choice than to look up and meet his gaze. it's impossible to read anton's expression.

"are you not going to answer me?"

"... you decide."

"much better. out now."

you almost run outside, the door closing behind you. you go down the long corridor in silence and reach your own small office, dropping yourself on your chair to let out a long sigh. one day the ceo will make your heart burst in front of him. each time you would see him, he'll act the same way. like you're his little doll, a puppet he controls the way he wants.

you turn on your computer and starts working, but you can't concentrate on the meaningless tasks of organizing the emails in front of you. it's almost as if you could feel the presence of anton behind you, looking over your shoulder, his intoxicating scent making your head spin and your heart race-

the phone on your desk rings loudly. oh. it can only be him. you don't have the time to answer before the noise stops and you quickly get up, walking towards anton's office. you knock on the door once again, and gets inside after hearing anton's voice call for you on the other side.

"did you call me? is there something you need?"

"do i have meetings on the afternoon?"

"you have one at 2:30pm. it's for the international news, two journalists called last week and-"

"okay. cancel it."

"but sir... it's an important meeting, the teams have been all looking forward-"

"did you not hear what i said?"

you awkwardly shift from a foot to another, watching anton sigh loudly and spin around on his black leather chair.

"i'm tired and i really need to get my head out of work. to relax. can't you help me just this time?"

just this time. just this time. what about all the other times you canceled meetings so anton could have his way. but he always does, right? he is the one deciding, the one in charge, right?

you make slowly your way to the desk, and anton spins his chair to face you. he extends one of his hand, the other one patting his thigh like a quiet call. you get easily on his lap, his legs parted just the right way for you to sit as if he waited for you this whole time. anton drags his fingers through your hair until he reaches the back of your neck, and draws you closer until he can comfortably meet your lips.

the kiss is gentle and slow but anton wastes no time deepening it, holding you in place with a strong hand behind your head. he grips your thigh and pull your body closer, the feeling of his palm squeezing the fabric of your pants making you whine softly in his mouth.

anton devours your lips, ragged breaths between hot kisses ringing into your ears. he leaves your mouth to drag his lips down your jaw and your neck, his fingers messily opening the buttons of your white shirt to have access to your chest. his hands find their way on your sides while he bites at the skin of your chest, painting red marks on your body only him can see.

everything you have in mind disappear the second you get to taste anton, his lips on yours better than any kind of medicine, than any type of rest. he helps erase all the worries of the long working days. anton pushes your shirt down and holds your bare shoulders, eagerly sucking on every little part of your chest. he feels your hands tug on his hair and bringing him closer to your burning skin, a smile creeping on his lips as he leaves a soft kiss on the middle of your chest.

anton lets his hand rest on your back, your bare chest press against the fabric of his black shirt. the opened buttons let you see the golden chain dangling around his neck and the smooth skin of his chest. anton taps your thigh with his fingers, drawing slow circles on your pants.

"get rid of that for me baby."

your legs feel numb but you stand up and replace your opened shirt on your shoulders before working your hands on the buttons of your pants. you can see anton palming himself in the corner of your eyes with half opened eyes, his hand lazily stroking the bulge between his legs. you pull down your pants and underwear in one go, tossing it to the side, and turn back to anton, now half naked in front of his foggy eyes.

you're beautiful. you're breathtaking. the words spin in anton's mind, mindlessly opening his belt to free his hardening dick from its confines. he strokes himself when you get rid of your clothes. he loves it when you're like that, eager to please him. all of that for him.

you sit back comfortably on anton's thighs, pressing your heat against his cock, rubbing yourself on him. you watch anton rests his head on the top of his leather chair, his lips parted, his eyes heavy and menacing to close from the pleasure coursing through his veins. he grabs your thighs and help you sink down on his cock, eliciting a moan from you a and deep sigh from him. anton lays back on the chair and hold your waist, his voice lower than usual.

"missed this feeling so much... you're gonna make me feel good baby? wanna help me?"

you slowly roll your hips against his, his cock deep inside you rubbing your walls deliciously. you feel the grip on your waist tighten, anton's other hand holding your thigh to help you rock faster on his lap. he loves watching you break apart on his dick, low moans growing inside his throat as you grind against him faster. biting your lip is not enough to stop the cries coming out of your mouth, anton's name rolling on your tongue along with his preferred nickname, sir.

anton can't last long when you feel so good around him, your insides clenching with every move, his tip hitting perfectly the spot that makes your back arch. the knot in his stomach grows at each second. anton drags his hand into his hair, pushing away the messy black strands that could hide his eyes from seeing the delicious sight in front of him.

his hands grabs the skin of your ass, and anton lifts his hips to meet yours in a precise thrust that has you cry his name. you hold his shoulders as he buries himself deeper with each move of his hips, curses falling from his lips. the warmth burns his skin with one last thrust, holding you down on his lap, his cock twitching inside of you as he empties himself.

you rock your hips, making sure to get every drop of the thick fluid he has to offer. anton's chest rises heavily, his hand resting on your cheek before he presses a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"always there to make me feel better baby..."

no matter how frustrated you feel, you always care about anton first. he helps you stand up and you look around the office for your pants while anton tucks himself back into his pants. you bend down to get your clothes from the floor but large hands straddle your waist, and anton sits you back down on his lap, your back comfortably resting against his chest.

"it would be mean of me to let you go like that..."

anton sits straighter on his chair and roll it closer to the desk, the wooden table hiding the lower part of your bodies. you feel his nails graze the skin of your stomach, his fingers impatiently pushing into your folds with a wet noise. you hold the desk, your other hand covering your mouth to stop your whines when you feel anton's breath against your ear.

"you should button that up pretty... keep quiet for me."

there's a knock on the glass door. you messily button up your shirt and try to arrange your hair, biting the inside of your cheek when anton plunges his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace. "come in." anton's words ring in your ears, and you take a deep breath as the door opens.

two journalists get inside the office, closing the door behind them. their footsteps, the shuffle of their clothes and the folders opening are enough to hide the obscene noises coming from you, your thighs wet from anton's fingers deep inside of you.

you heavily swallow when anton starts speaking with his ceo voice, his fingers stilling when he talks. the two guys in front of him give each other a suspicious look, but they don't say a thing. when they start explaining their project for the company to anton, he sets a fast pace with his hand, you almost fall back onto his chest, your legs shaking at the strong pleasure.

the journalists clearly don't want to take much longer with anton. he looks at the projects, makes useless comments, concentrated on the way his finger hit those spots inside you, pushing all your buttons. the two journalists bow lowly to him after anton gave them his review, and they both walk out.

the second the door closes, anton grips your thigh to part your legs wider, looking down at the way his fingers disappear easily inside your core. he presses hot kisses on your neck, his hand reaching deep until your arch back. your head rest on his shoulder as he helps you ride your orgasm, pleasure exploding from between your legs and coursing through your body, making your mind foggy.

you take deep breaths, holding yourself on anton's forearm when he takes his soaked fingers out with a low chuckle. he kisses the top of your head, his arm going around your waist to bring you closer.

"i love it when you help me relax... but you really should cancel the meetings when i ask though, don't you think so?"

okay i kinda lost my mind at anton's mirror pics from earlier.......... im a little insane sorry hope you enjoyed that 🚀

[mayrose713]

Beautifully Cruel World-Chapter 6

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Warnings in the Series Masterlist as well as any other information needed

I don't think you guys realize how hard it is for me to write Hyunjin and Seungmin as rude and mean, I just love them so much. I promise it's not forever though. I'm going to start refiring to Felix as an omega as the pack does all see him as one. He is still completely a beta though.

Chapter 6

Y/n has been wandering around the house a little bit to have a better understanding as to where everything is while most of the pack is out or doing their own things. She avoids going into any of the bedrooms she knows about, not wanting to invade anyone's privacy even though all four alphas and Jisung and Felix told her she’s welcome in theirs anytime she wants.

She hadn’t realized exactly how big the house was originally until she started to explore. There’s an indoor and outdoor pool that is connected and just has a  small opening under glass that separates it. They have an at home gym, which is where Changbin and Chan currently are. There’s a game room with a pool table, foosball, video game set with several consoles and a large TV and a lot of seating. As well as a small wet bar that looks like has some alcohol and snacks. She really only had gotten to glance in there though since Hyunjin is currently painting in there and made sure he didn’t notice her. 

She saw their den just off of the living room and dining room, it having a large nest to be able to fit the whole pack. She already knows that it was Felix who had made it. And saw the other four guest bedrooms already knowing the fifth one as Hannah’s since she’s been getting clothes from the closet each day. She had planned to wander around outside and see how big the grounds are but there has been something about the second floor that has been bothering her.

She had noticed that there were ten bedrooms and five bathrooms. Minho had told her whose rooms were whose of the packs as well as who was sharing which bathrooms, she’s sharing a bathroom with Felix and Jisung gets his own since he’s too messy, no one wanted to share. But there’s that tenth bedroom that he had just walked past and didn’t say anything about, and she wants to know what’s in it.

She quietly goes down the hallway and reaches the bedroom at the end right next to Chan's room. She glances around to make sure she’s alone before opening the door. She walks in and sees a bare bed and there’s a few boxes around. No decorations on the wall or even a dresser or desk. And the closet is empty. She feels a little guilty for snooping but she can’t help but to look inside the boxes. 

There’s a bunch of pictures in one box, it’s all of the pack from when they were younger except there’s another guy in each one that she doesn’t recognize. She goes through each one smiling at how cute the pack was so young but she’s curious as to who the ninth person is and wonders where he is now. 

“What the fuck are you doing in here?” A voice scares her causing her to drop the pictures back in the box as she looks up to see an angry Seungmin. 

“I-I was just… w-wandering the house.” She tries to explain herself. “To-to get a feel for everything.”

“You’re a guest here, you don’t get to just go around snooping.” He growls and grabs her bruised wrist hard, causing her to whimper as he drags her out of the room. “Besides, this room is off limits.”

“No-no one told me that.” She holds back making any other sounds of pain. “I’m sorry.”

Seungmin pushes her down the hall a little causing her to stumble. “Know your place, omega.”

“Seungmin.” Chan growls, having witnessed what just happened, still sweaty from his workout with Changbin.

The beta just glares at his alpha, not caring about any consequences. “Don’t go reprimanding me, she was snooping when she shouldn’t be.” He motions to the now closed door.

“I’m so-sorry.” Y/n curls in on herself scared the alpha’s going to lash out at her. “I didn’t know the room was off limits. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay baby girl.” Chan reaches a hand out to place on her cheek causing her to flinch a little before leaning into his touch which breaks Chan's heart. “I’m not mad at you, you didn’t know, no one had told you that there were any off limits rooms. It’s okay.”

“Seriously?” Seungmin grunts throwing his arms up in the air and rolls his eyes causing Chan to glare at him.

“Go to your room, Seungmin.” The alpha growls and his eyes harden when the younger boy doesn’t move. “NOW.”

The omega jumps a little at Chan’s voice and cowers when Seungmin stomps past.

“I’m sorry if that scared you.” Chan rubs his thumb on her cheek. “And I’m sorry for Seungmin, did he hurt you?”

Y/n shake’s her head no not wanting the beta to get in anymore trouble for hurting her wrist more but Chan saw how hard he had a hold of her injured wrist.

“I’m sorry for snooping.”

“You have no reason to apologize.” He coos. “No one told you that we keep that room closed for a reason. And you’re just trying to get a better understanding of the house, right?”

“Yeah.” She nods before looking away from him. “Can I ask why that room is off limits? And… who is that guy in the pictures?”

Chan sighs. “That room used to belong to that guy in the pictures.” She notices how he clenches his jaw as though it's a hard subject to talk about. “Can I tell you more another time? It’s a complicated and delicate subject. And I need to deal with Seungmin.”

“Yeah.” She whispers and just after, the sound of the front door opening and Jisung yelling her name is heard. 

“Why don’t you go see what the pups have for you.” Chan smiles and hurries her along before he goes to the youngest beta’s room

Y/n walks down the stairs to see Jisung, Felix and Jeongin bringing in bags and bags of pillows, blankets, plushies, and two bags of clothes.

“What is all of this?” Her eyes widen in shock before she moves to inspect the contents.

“Nesting materials.” Jisung beams at her as he starts pulling out some soft fluffy blankets. 

“Some for the communal nest in the den. I want you to help me remake it.” Felix starts to explain. “And some of it is for the rest of the house to start getting all of our scents on it so you can use them for nesting, both in your room and for us when we need to update the den.”

“And I picked out some comfy clothes for this weekend.” Jeongin shows her the variety of sleep shorts and pajama pants, soft t-shirts, sweatshirts and crewnecks. “We plan to take you on a proper shopping spree later.”

“You guys didn’t have to do all of this.” The omega feels a wave of emotions overcome her as she tries to hold back happy tears.

“Yes we did.” Jisung pulls her to him, wrapping her in a big hug. “You needed some proper stuff, we just happened to go a little bit overboard with it.”

“A little bit?” Changbin laughs walking into the living room from the home gym as he wipes the sweat away with a towel around his neck. “It looks like you guys bought the whole store.”

“We weren’t sure exactly which materials she would prefer more, so we got several of each.” Felix pouts as if it was a logical thought to him.

“How thoughtful.” The alpha ruffles Felix’s hair, kissing his head before pulling both Jisung and Y/n to his chest as the beta was still hugging her.

“Eww, hyung, you stink.” Jisung tries to move them away. “Go take a shower.

“Only if you join me, baby.” Changbin smirks at how flustered the younger one gets.

“Binnie, not in front of the omegas.” Jisung wines before letting go of Y/n as he gets dragged away by the alpha. 

“Gross.” Jeongin scrunches up his nose at the two before turning to the two omega’s. “I’ll go ahead and get your new clothes washed so you can put them away in your room. Lix, where do you want all the nesting materials?”

“Leave them for now, whatever we don’t use in the den I’ll distribute between all of the rooms to get everyone's scent.” 

Jeongin nods before taking the bags of clothes to the laundry room as Felix drags Y/n into the den.

“Alright, let's strip this nest and rebuild it.” Felix starts before noticing the omega standing outside of it unsure. “What’s wrong?”

“I’ve never actually built a nest before.” She rings her fingers together. “I don’t know what to do or how it’s supposed to go.”

“It’s okay, that’s why I’m here to help you.” He holds his hand out to her and brings her into the nest. “Your omega instincts are supposed to tell you how it wants it to feel like but I know yours are suppressed right now. So for now do it based on how you would want certain scents and textures where. Once the suppressants wear off and you're better we can redo it again with better instincts.”

Y/n nods and helps strip the nest before they get to work on rebuilding it. They use a mix of the old materials as they still have the packs scents on them as well as the new ones just bought as they both like how it feels. Once they were done they went around and distributed the rest of the blankets, pillows and plushies around the house. Felix took some to each of the members' rooms and Y/n placed some in the living room and the game room now the Hyunjin is no longer in there.

“I think we did good.” Felix beamed after they were both done and came back to the den. He grinned at the omega before tackling her into the nest, cuddling her. “Now I think it’s time for omega bonding.”

“You didn’t omega bond enough when you guys were making the nest?” Jeongin walks in with a basket of Y/n's new clean and folded clothes.”

“Not like this.” Felix pouts.

Jeongin smiles before motioning to the basket. “Where do you want me to put these, Y/nnie?”

“You can set them by the doorway, I’ll take them up to my room and put them away when Lixie lets go of me.” She smiles and wiggles against the other omega to make him laugh. “Thank you for washing them for me Innie, I could have done that later.”

“It’s no problem.” 

“Seriously?” Hyunjin walks in from the back door with some of his art supplies, stopping when he sees the two in the nest. “Now she’s contaminating our den?” Jeongin growls at the older member as the beta gets closer to the nest. “And did you guys let her remake the nest? There’s no way I’m doing anything in there now.”

“Jinnie, she needed to since she’s going to need to be in the den during her dry heat.” Felix sits up to reason with Hyunjin.

“Why?” He scoffs. “She can just stick it out in the room she’s staying in.”

“You stormed off when we were discussing everything about it so you don’t get to have a say on where she goes or how we go about this.” Jeongin crosses his arms trying to assert his dominance even though he's younger than the beta. 

“Whatever.” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and walks away heading upstairs. 

Felix pouts, wishing both Hyunjin and Seungmin would come around to their omega, his scent souring a little which causes Y/n’s to also sour as she feels she’s the cause of all of this.

Jeongin crawls into the nest and pulls the two to him. “Come here.” He coos as he scents both of them trying to sooth them as much as possible before just cuddling them. “My omegas.”

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾ ⋆⁺₊⋆

When Minho got home from work and getting groceries he texted the other three alphas to help him bring everything in but only Chan and Chanbin came.

“Where’s Innie?” 

“I haven't seen him since he got home from shopping with Ji and Lix.” Changbin furrows his brows as he opens the trunk. 

“Y/n didn’t exactly know what she likes for food and drinks since her family limited her.” Minho explains as they start grabbing bags. “So I got different kinds of snacks and drinks and just some normal filling foods for meals for her dry heat to make sure she gets enough nutrients and then after I plan to just make meals as normal and we'll learn what she likes and doesn’t like.”

“God I’m hating her family more and more each day.” Changbin growls as they take all the bags inside. 

“I’m pretty sure all of us feel the same way.” Chan sighs as he sets bags on the kitchen counter.

“I also got her some heating pads to hopefully help soothe the cramps.” Minho pulled them out of a bag and was about to put them in the den when he noticed Seungmin and Hyunjin standing in the doorway of it with their arms crossed. 

All the alphas walk over to question what they’re doing when they realize Jeongin is cuddled up with Y/n, Felix and Jisung, who had joined after showering with Changbin, in the nest napping. This causes the three alphas to melt at the sight of it, especially when they hear both omegas purring. They don’t get to hear Felix purr very often.

Minho notices that Y/n’s bruised wrist seems to be worse than it was when he had put the bruising cream on it this morning and is a bit irritated causing him to frown and furor his eyebrows. He gets Chan’s attention and motions to his wrist before pointing to her. Chan realizes what he means and scowls at how worse her wrist looks before mouthing Seungmin’s name. Minho huffs and glares at the beta before angrily turning back to putting the groceries away. 

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When he strikes an insecurity by accident

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Pt. 2

!Warnings: angst, swearing, term "princessa" is used, reader has childhood trauma Minho does know abt, fluff, kissing, mention of blood, mention of violence, lmk if I missed any

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Minho has never been home as fast as he been today. He skipped red lights, speeding through the city as if he's crazy. He has to get home as fast as possible and see if you're alright.

He entered the parking lot in front of your shared house and basically jumped out the car, tripping over his feet and letting his keys fall. He cursed, getting up and runs towards the house door, entering.

The house was quiet. "Y/n?! Y/n, baby, answer me please!" Minho yelled running towards the kitchen door. He opened the door and looked around. You were no where to be seen. Panic raises in him, as he walks towards the kitchen island, uncutted ingredients sitting on it.

He walked around the kitchen island and froze. He stared down at your laying body, unmoving, blood fleeing out of your left thigh, a knife laying besides you.

He panics. Kneeling down besides you, shaking you. "Y/n!! Y/n, god, please wake up! I'm sorry okay? I'll make it up to you, so please just wake up", he kept yelling and begging, your body not moving an inch...

How long have I been asleep...you think to yourself, Why is everything dark..you ask yourself, Why does my body hurt so much...you wonder to yourself. You start to fall. Deep. A dark while swallowing you inside, pain crusing through your body. Then there was nothing. Black darkness, till someone grabbed your arm.

You try to free yourself from their grip, but you suddenly weren't an adult anymore. You were a child, you were your younger self, standing in the kitchen with your mother. Your mother yelled, at man, your dad, his grip on your arm tightening, as he pulled you down to the ground.

Your mother yelled your name, crying hitting your dad. He grabbed for a kitchen knife and-

Your eyes shot open, abruptly sitting up from, what feels like a couch, panting, drained in sweat. You looked around. You weren't in your parents's house but in your shared house with Minho. You were pretty positive you fainted in the kitchen, so how come you're on the living room couch now? You tried to stand up, letting out a Yelp at the pain in your left leg, looking down, you see your leg Baindaided. You let out a heavy sigh, looking over at your phone.

You picked it up, several missed calls and unopened messages from Minho.

You slightly smiled to yourself at his panic and were about to reply, when you heared someone walking around in the house. You grabbed the empty, sweets plate off the coffee table and tried to stand up, when the person entered the room.

You closed your eyes and screamed, in shock the other person screamed too.

Wait- You knew that voice.- You slowly opened your eyes and stopped screaming as you saw who stood there. Minho.

You stared at each other, till Minho talked first "Why in the world are you screaming!" He yelled "Why are you sneaking around the house!" You yelled back. "I'm not sneaking around, I made you something to eat, your Highness! I'm sorry i'm not allowed to cook in my own house!" He scoffed and you sat back down, crossing your arms over your chest. You looked away, still made for what he said per text.

He came over to you and sat a plate, filled with food, on the coffee table, turning to look at you. "Hey..sweets..how ar-" "Dont talk to me." "What- but I-" "I said don't talk to me. Don't wanna be a clingy baby, who's up your ass 24/7 and can't take care of herself, because I can. So leave me alone. Why are you here anyway." You bit out at him, still not facing him.

He stayed quiet for some time, before putting a hand on your shoulder to turn you around. "Hey please...i just,- i'm sorry. Really, what I said was, totally not okay and I know a sorry won't help anything but I want to make this right. You hurted yourself because of me and I can't every forgive that myself, but I want to make sure you won't hurt yourself again. I didn't think when I said these things." he stared into your eyes and you stared back, he was deeply sorry, you could see it.

You let out a sigh and hugged him tightly, inhaling his scent to calm your racing heart. "I dreamed again...you know.." Your arms around him tighten, such as his around you "I know. That won't happen sweets, never, i'll protect you, always okay?". You hummed in agreement and pulled away from him. He kisses first your nose, then your lips, softly.

After what feels like 1 second but also a life time, he pulled away from you, putting his forhead against you. "Eating now?" With a nod you pull away, trying the food.

"I'm still mad at you though"

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BEHIND CLOSED DOORS | Professor!Patrick Zweig [part 2]

summary ⇝ You found that there was no better way to get under Patrick’s skin (and him) than deceiving him by getting up close and personal with his colleague.

warnings ⇝ semi-Art x reader, language, kissing, smut! choking, oral (F), humping, hair pulling, cum-eating, finger sucking, degradation, cutesy Patrick at the end, mdni

you can read part 1 here

That morning you decided to mess with Patrick, and by mess, you meant getting with his co-worker, Professor Donaldson, the quiet History professor.

You'd put on a pair of stockings, and had gone for a white button up blouse, and a pencil skirt, a deep red in colour, that reached half way down your thighs.

You had to come up with a reason why you needed to speak to Professor Donaldson, Art was always early, by a good hour and a half, so you had time to spare as you planned and got to the University earlier.

As you strode through his empty lecture hall, you began, "Professor Donaldson, may I ask you for a favour?"

You found the timid Professor at his desk, grading students work, and he looked up in surprise as you popped your head through the door, he took a moment to look you up and down before answering. "Uh, yes?"

You gave him a smile, you had done your makeup a bit more than usual, in hopes it would win him over. "I have a writing task for my students, and it's about the revolutions in literature, can you help me out so l know what I'm marking?"

He flushed at your smile, he always seemed to get a little flustered when you were around. "Of course, l'd be happy to help. Please, sit down." He gestured to the chair across from him.

You strode over to the chair and sat down before turning your attention back to Art.

He watched you in silence, just barely trying to keep his eyes on your own instead of your thighs that were exposed as you sat down. "So what's the question?" He asked, clearing his throat.

"What is revolutionary changes you can expect to read about?"

He thought to himself for a moment, clearly trying to focus on thinking instead of the way his gaze kept drifting down to the top of your blouse. "Hmm... perhaps the rise of the novel, or shifts in the style of writing, the change from more traditional values to modernism."

You nodded, acting like you were listening. "And what are examples of revolts in history?" You asked, batting your lashes at him.

He could feel himself grow even more flustered with the way you were looking at him, and he had to pause to think for an extra moment before he managed to speak. "Uh, I mean, the American and French revolutions, the Mexican revolution, the Russian revolution..."

"Ooh, tell me more about the Mexican Revolution." You dug your heels into the hard floor and began to silently scorch your chair closer to his.

He swallowed, watching you get closer to him as he tried to form his answer. "Uh... well... it was a social, political, and armed struggle. The main focus was to overthrow the dictatorial regime of Porfirio Diaz, who'd been in power for 35 years..."

You hummed, placing a hand on his knee. "Wow, you're so educated in History, it's inspiring, really."

He looked down at where your hand was sitting on his knee, he could feel the heat of your skin even through his trousers as his face began to flush even more. "Y-You flatter me, Professor."

"It's the truth," You shrugged. "I know all your students look up to you, and I do too."

His eyes widened with surprise as he looked back up at you, the flush on his cheeks and ears only growing deeper as you continued to flirt with him, while his hand subconsciously moved to rest on top of yours. "You... really?"

"Mhm, and, excuse me if this is unprofessional, but it's a little bit sexy talking to someone who's as smart as you."

At this point, he wouldn't be surprised if all the blood from his brain had been transferred to lower down, he was flustered, and the compliments just made it even worse. "I-I don't know about that..." He muttered.

"Why not? Not everyone has beauty and brains, yet you manage to defy that." You smiled, inching your hand a tiny bit up his thigh, now just above his knee.

His breath hitched as your hand slid against his thigh, and his pulse was racing. He'd dreamt of this for so damn long, never thought he'd really be sitting here with you, telling him how smart and handsome he was. It was almost hard to believe. "You... really think so?" He asked, quietly.

"Professor Donaldson, it isn't subjective but objective. You can easily make a lady swoon by looking her way."

He let out a huff of a chuckle at that, shaking his head and attempting to keep any kind of composure, even though he felt like you were melting him into a puddle. "Any lady?" He asked, his voice even quieter than previously.

"All." You replied softly, your voice dripping like honey.

He was practically shaking now, your voice and hand on his thigh making it almost too hard to speak. "Even you?" He half-whispered.

"Especially me."

He didn't respond, but you saw his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed thickly. His gaze was locked on your own eyes, but his focus shifted as he saw the way your top was starting to sag open, and his focus started to slowly slip down.

You didn't miss his gaze, deciding to shift your self so that he could get a better view through the gap. "Tell me you feel it too."

There was a small moment when you saw his eyes widen again, taking in the view he was getting now. "F-Feel what?" He asked, his voice raspy, almost like he'd lost his words.

"You tell me." You grinned, letting your fingers bend to lightly scratch his thigh.

He shuddered at the feeling of your nails against his thigh, and he knew that if you continued, he wouldn't be able to last. "God, you're killing me..." he mumbled, shifting his thighs apart ever so slightly to make more room for your hand. It was sweet how easy it was to get him wrapped around your finger.

You almost felt bad.

He was already falling for you so easily, and all you'd said was a few well placed compliments. He knew how he must've looked, so desperate for you already, and he didn't care one bit. "l... I don't think I've ever met a woman like you." He mumbled.

"Meaning?"

He glanced down at your hand still on his thigh before looking back up at you. "I mean a woman that was so confident, and bold, and... attractive."

"You find me attractive?" You asked, with the tilt of your chin.

His mind barely kept up with your question, all he was focusing on was how your hand was moving against him, how much he needed you to touch him more.

"Yes. God, yes, definitely."

You smiled, removing your hand. "It is quite hot in here." You mumbled, your fingers popping open two buttons of your blouse, exposing more of your cleavage.

You saw the way his eyes darted down to your chest as the buttons on your blouse came undone, and he swallowed again as the skin peeking through the fabric was exposed. "Y-Yeah... hot in here.” He agreed, half-rasping the words as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

You got up, and you could see how he tensed as you walked behind his chair, clearly unsure of what you were doing, but completely willing to go along with whatever it was.

Once you were standing behind him, you could see how his hand clenched and unclenched in anticipation, his breathing getting even more ragged as he waited to see what you would do next. "Do you mind?" You asked, tapping on his collar.

He was too overwhelmed to do anything but nod, the feeling of your hands on his shoulders already sending sparks down his spine. "N-Not at all." He managed to get out.

You twisted his buttons and undid three, exposing you to the pale expanse of his hard chest from his youth of being an athlete.

He gasped, sucking in a breath as he felt your fingers undoing his buttons, and he could practically feel your eyes on his bare chest. You could almost see the flush of his skin start to spread further down his body.

Your hand moved up, to his chin where you gently persuaded him to look up, giving you a dazzling view of his puppy blues.

You could see that he was almost completely wrecked already, his lips parted and his breaths coming in heavy pants. When your eyes met his, you saw a look of desperation and need, and you could practically feel how his heart was racing. He was falling hook, line and sinker.

It was so easy. You'd got him already so desperately wrapped around your fingers, he would do anything to keep your hands on him. He was completely at your mercy.

You honestly felt like a devil by his shoulder, but you couldn't pass up the opportunity to slip your thumb into his mouth, almost groaning when he easily welcomed it, sucking on the digit.

You saw his eyes flutter closed as he sucked gently on your thumb, and you swore you could see a few small, shaky, shudders from him as he did.

His tongue felt warm and slick, and he'd already started licking greedily at the skin. You pulled your thumb from his lips, and you watched with fascination as a string of saliva connected the tip to his tongue as you pulled away.

Art’s breaths were coming out even heavier now, his mouth still opened, and you saw him slowly open his eyes, the dilated pupils now making them look almost completely black.

You smiled, bringing your thumb to your lips before placing it sideways between your teeth, not sucking, just lightly biting it. "I think I know a bit more about revolutions," You said, walking back around him. "Thank you."

His gaze stayed locked on your thumb and he couldn't help the strangled whimper that came out from his throat. His brain was too foggy to think about your words, all he could focus on was how he needed you, your touch, your voice, you. "A-Anything else I can help with?" He managed to ask, his voice still sounding raspy.

You cleared your throat while your fingers fell to your buttons and began to do them up again. "I do hope we can have more chats in the future, but I have to go now. I need to catch up with marking before it catches up to me."

He slowly blinked, trying to get his mind working again, and he let out a small huff of a chuckle, still sounding a little bit dazed. "Of course, any time, I'm... always here after classes."

You only replied with a small smile before turning to the exit, Art jumped up, just wanting to walking you out. He trailed behind you, almost bumping into you when you suddenly spun around.

"Wait, I just remembered I forgot to ask you. Who are some revolutionists in history, because maybe they helped persuade revolutionists in literature."

He stumbled to a halt when you stopped in front of him, and he tried to process what you were asking him through his lust-addled brain. "Uh... W-Well I mean, Lenin, and Mao Zedong, and Castro, there's a whole bunch in the past century to pick from."

"Go on." You said, placing a hand on your chin.

Art gestured back towards his desk. "It might take a while, so you might want to sit."

He led you back to his desk, and sat you down first, before sitting in the other chair next to you. He was already starting to regain some of his composure, but he could still feel his heartbeat thundering in his chest, and there was no way you wouldn't be able to see how flushed his face still was.

"U-Um, well as I said, there was the Russian Revolution led by Vladimir Lenin, and... there was the Chinese Revolution led by Mao Zedong, and the Cuban Revolution, led by Fidel Castro. Is that what you were asking?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yes, did any of these influence writers?"

He nodded in return, pausing for a second to think. "Yes, they did, all of them did. The Communist ideals of the revolutions were picked up and put into literature, like 'The Communist Manifesto', and 'How The Steel Was Tempered' by Nikolai Ostrovsky."

You snapped your fingers. "Yes, I read 'The Communist Manifesto'." You say up straighter in your seat.

He smiled at that, clearly surprised that you'd read something like that. "Oh really? So... what are your thoughts on it?" He asked.

"I found it really interesting, actually. The part that really got me was the Feudal Socialism part, I mean, to think something from the 1800s still had an impact a hundred years later."

He nodded in agreement, happy to continue talking about something he was passionate about. "That part was fascinating to me too, it's insane how it still has a bearing on modern politics and economics, and how so many still think it's a feasible system today."

You two literally discussed for about ten minutes more, while you took in barely anything, but still sat there idly, listening to him talk.

Art spoke with his hands, and at one point he knocked a jar of pens on his desk off. "I'll get those." You piped up, before sliding off your chair and onto your haunches, before picking up the pens.

He got a brief glimpse of down your blouse, your chest pushed out and on full display, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and touch you. He almost forgot about what he was saying as he watched you, and you heard the falter in his voice.

By the time you collected all pens, your hair was slightly out of place.

"Got em." You said, before dropping the pens back into the jar.

He swallowed, watching your hair fall haphazardly out of its previous style, and he itched for the chance to reach out and run his fingers through it. "Good... good." He managed to rasp out.

"Right, well I think I now finally have all the information I need. Thank you so much Professor."

He cleared his throat, shifting on his chair and trying yet failing to compose himself. "You're very welcome, any time." He said, smiling, but it came out almost like a grimace.

He was still desperate for you, but you seemed to have gotten what you wanted from him now.

He stood up. "Let me walk you back out." He said. Art walked slowly next to you as you headed for the door, his mind still stuck on how you're blouse had looked as you leant down, and his thoughts were filled with all the different ways he wanted to touch you.

His mind was racing of thoughts, thoughts he shouldn't have, thoughts that were almost unlike him as he watched you leave, trying to tame your hair.

It took everything in him to not grab you and pull you against his body, to not press you against the wall and get his hands on you, to not press himself in between your legs and feel your body against his. He tried to keep his eyes off your body as you fixed your hair, but he was staring at your chest like a starving animal staring a meal.

His blue eyes held a sadness that you left, yet it was frosted over with lust, it was then when he noticed another figure, standing a few metres away.

Professor Patrick Zweig, who stood there menacingly, and glaring at the back of your head, when his dark eyes flicked over to Art.

Patrick's gaze was cold and calculating, as he watched the two of you, and it clearly didn't take much to see that something was going on. His gaze hardened even further as it landed on Art, and Art felt a pit of dread drop into his stomach as he met Patricks gaze.

He continued to watch the two of you talking, his dark eyes staying locked on Art as he tried to gauge the situation. He could see how Art was looking at you, and he was seeing the way you were holding yourself, a subtle confidence in your movements.

Patrick scoffed before he turned around and marched into his lab.

He walked into his lab silently, and he quickly went to his desk, sitting down as he tried to get his mind under control.

The sight of you had stirred up a lot of emotions for him, and he was frustrated and confused by the fact that Art was seemingly falling for you so easily.

Patrick hated you, yet he couldn't fathom why he cared so much if you were screwing other people, I mean, he wasn't a saint either. Plus, he practically encouraged you to go and fuck half the staff when he was balls deep in you, so why did he care.

He rested his head in his hands as he tried to get his thoughts in order. You weren't his, and even after everything that had happened between the two of you, you never would be, yet seeing you with Art just pissed him off. He didn't want to believe that he still had feelings for you, but the tightness in his chest said otherwise.

You wondered why Patrick ignored you the rest of the week. It wasn't like you were friends, but you thought after that then you two would’ve been a little bit closer. It's like anytime you entered the room, he'd find an excuse to leave. If you managed to catch him in the teachers lounge making his coffee, he'd discard his cup.

You were confused by his behaviour, you had thought that he'd be the same old professor he was, but he was practically avoiding you, and you had no idea why.

You had spent the entire day puzzling over his behaviour, the look in his eyes and the way he acted whenever he saw you. It annoyed you, why couldn't he just act like he always had? You could see him in his lab again, and you decided to walk in, determined to figure out what was making him act like this.

You walked in and initially thought he wasn't there, until you heard shuffling from his storage room.

You could hear the sound of shuffling from inside the storage cupboard, and you made your way over to it, stopping in front of the open door, only a few feet away. The sounds were getting louder, like someone was rummaging through something quickly, and you called out.

"Professor?"

The sounds from inside the cupboard froze, stopping suddenly. You could see that the lights were on in there, and you were waiting for a response, before footsteps moved towards the door, and Patrick, looking a little frazzled, appeared in the doorway.

When his eyes landed on you, his gaze hardened. His neck rolled as he threw his hands up. "Oh, you," He mumbled. He let out a scoff as he saw you, a resigned kind of irritation on his face. He looked stressed, even more than usual, and he grumbled at you as he leaned against the doorframe. "What do you want?"

"You've been ignoring me," you raised your chin. "And I want to know why."

He looked at you coldly, before he shifted, leaning more against the frame, his arms folded across his chest. "Why does it matter? Shouldn't you be over playing your little games with other professors?"

You gave him a look. "What are you talking about?"

Patrick grumbled. "Don't act like you didn't go and fuck Professor Donaldson the other day. Yeah I saw that, you fixing your hair and him looking all happy with himself."

He spoke to you harshly, and you were shocked for a second as his words registered in your mind. You'd honestly thought you'd been pretty discreet with how you'd been with Art, and you didn't realize that anyone, especially not Patrick, had seen you.

"And what if I did? And what if I do it again? Because let me tell you, he was everything you were not." You said slyly.

His eyes darkened at your words, and he pushed himself off the frame, taking a few steps forwards to tower over you. He clenched his jaw, an annoyed kind of anger bubbling up in his veins. "What's so great about him, huh?"

"He's good with his tongue, and he touches me in all places a woman can only wish to be touched. But oh, his tongue." You emphasised with a groan, your wrists pushed together as you fell onto Patrick, feigning to be weak in the knees.

Patrick was done with this, and done with you. He grabbed you by the throat and pushed you back, spinning you around and eventually having your face squish right up against the storage room door. You had no time to react to his swift movements, and he had you pinned up against the door, your cheek crushed against the wood as his hand tightened around your throat, and you could feel his body pressed up against your back.

He leaned forward, his whole body pressing up against yours as he leant in close to your ear. "Don't you dare mention him around me again." He practically growled into your ear, and you could feel the anger in his voice, and the way your body was already reacting to the way he was pressed up against you.

"But why? He really was just that good. He eats pussy like no one else." You grinned.

You were baiting him, teasing him, and it worked. The hand around your throat slowly began to tighten, his grip making it slightly harder for you to breathe. "You like him, do you?"

"No, Patrick. I just let everyone with a dick fuck me."

You were acting like a brat, and the more you talked, the angrier he got. His hand around your throat tightened even more as you spoke about other men. "I bet you spread your legs for just about anyone, don't you?"

"What? You thought you were the only one?"

He let out a huff of a laugh, a harsh, bitter sound, as he moved his hand up, taking a fistful of your hair in his hand instead. "You're a little slut, aren't you? Spreading your legs for just about anyone, I bet you love that, huh?"

You had to bite your tongue. This was almost too easy. "Uhuh."

You were driving him crazy, and he could feel himself losing control, the anger flooding through his veins as you pressed all his buttons. In an instant, Patrick's hands let go of you before they found the hem of your skirt and yanked down, exposing your nylon covered thighs and ass.

You gasped out, and tried to turn around but your efforts were futile. Patrick fell to his knees and your tights went with. Now having only your thin panties protect your most private area.

"Patrick?" You gasped out in confusion at his actions.

"No, no, no. You don't get to talk," He said, as he slowly began to pull your panties down your thighs, exposing your dripping sex. "You want to talk about Donaldson? You just can't seem to shut up about him. So, let's give you something else to think about." He said, his voice low and rough.

His rough hands spread your thighs, leaving more of you revealed. Your hips jerked when you felt this warm breath fan your thighs.

"Let's see how that big mouth works when you're not talking." He said, his breath now right on your skin. He could see the way you were panting slightly, you could still try to play it cocky, but he knew it was all an act.

His nose was so close to your cunt, and he inhaled. He sniffed your scent, the musky, heady aroma going straight to his head. He wanted you, despite all his anger and annoyance, he couldn't deny that he still wanted you.

"Just like I thought...." He said lowly, pausing before he continued. "Wet for me, aren't you

He couldn't deny that there was still a part of him that loved how you were acting. So cocky, so confident, despite the situation you were in... it drove him crazy.

You almost screamed when he pushed his face into you, being smothered by you while his lips and tongue began to work their magic on your cunt.

He was ravenous, his lips working hungrily against you, as his tongue swiped between your folds. He couldn't get enough of you, his mind still stuck on what you'd said, but his primal instincts and need for you

It was enough to overpower the anger.

He was driven by the need to show you, to remind you of who else was there if you didn't behave. He pushed his face even further into you, his lips and tongue worshipping you

His beard, which was two weeks of hair growth, scraped your thighs, and lower ass cheeks. Patrick didn't care. His tongue was a frenzy and fury and passion, and it wrote so many words.

Words of hatred, words of lust, but all you knew was it worked magic.

His tongue moved against you like it was made for you. He hated you, hated how you'd got under his skin, how you'd made him lose his control, how you made him feel things he didn't want to feel. He was angry with himself, with you, and he had to take it all out on you.

You were writhing against him, lost in the bliss of his lips and tongue, but deep down in the haze of your pleasure, you found your mind drifting, and wondered how you'd got into this situation.

Your nails dug into the door, needing some sort of grounding. Your jaw was lax as your hips ground back into Patrick's face. "Mm, don't stop."

You could feel the way his grip on your thighs tightened and he let out a low, guttural noise against you. He was beyond words now, his only thought in that moment was to make you feel good, to drive you crazy, to remind you that he could do things to you that no one else could. He pushed his tongue deeper, determined to draw every bit of pleasure out of you

There was still a part of him that was annoyed with himself, that he was letting himself fall so easily to you. But in that moment, his mind was focused on you, his need for you, and hearing your moans and gasps and the desperate way you groaned out to him.

He continued to work you with his tongue, switching between long, languid strokes and short, quick movements, his nose still pressed up against you, and his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you still as he worked. He could feel you getting closer, your gasps and moans becoming more desperate.

He wanted to push you over the edge, to give you a reminder of who you were with, and to drive you crazy. He knew exactly how to do it, and he was going to use it all against you, to make you go crazy. He focused his efforts, his tongue swirling against your clit in tight circles

He could hear your breathing get quicker, your gasps and moans becoming more frequent, and he knew you were close, lost in the pleasure he was giving you. He was almost smug that he could make you feel this way, but his own need for you was starting to take over, and his own lust for you

Patrick was starting to lose himself again, his own need for you starting to take over, but he couldn't stop now. He had to make you feel good again, to remind you of how good he could make you feel, and make you want nobody else but him.

Fire licked between your legs that shook like leaves. Incoherent words tumbled from your lips.

Feeling your legs shaking, and seeing the way you were slowly unraveling beneath him was doing things to him that he didn't want it to. He could feel the way you were clenching around nothing, desperate for something to fill you. He almost wanted to stop, to pull away, to see how you would react. Patrick thought better of it, however, instead he pushed his tongue back into you and gave you a flat, firm lick, before moving back to sucking

He could feel the way your body was straining, trying to get closer to him, his actions pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He knew you were close, and he wanted you to go over the edge, he wanted to remind you that he could make you feel like this, and make you want no one else but him. Patrick increased his pace, his tongue swirling and circling and writing

He couldn't get enough of you, the taste of you, the sounds of you, the way your breathing quickened, just for him. He needed you, in that moment, and he was determined to make you feel better than you ever had before, to remind you of who was making you feel like this.

Your gasps were getting more and more desperate now, and Patrick could tell you were almost at your limit. He loved seeing you like this, so desperate and wanting for him. It fed that side of him that needed to know that you wanted him, that he could make you feel this way, that no one else could make you feel like this

With one last stroke of the tongue, you came undone. Your cries echoed around the room, and you could feel everything else just wash away as you became lost in the pleasure.

You almost collapsed for a second before you caught your balance, and you were still panting, your breaths coming out in heavy

Patrick slowly withdrew his mouth and stood up, a pleased look on his face. He wasn't looking smug anymore, but more satisfied with himself. He looked at you with a smirk as you tried to catch your breath, your body still shaking slightly as you clung onto door.

Patrick stood behind you, watching as you tried to catch your breath, and he couldn't help himself from taking in your form. Your back was heaving as you panted, trying to cool yourself down, and he couldn't stop the way his eyes raked your body, taking in your still exposed flesh. "So," His voice echoed through the storage room and partly his lab. "Who did it better?"

You could hear the low, gravelly tone of his voice as he spoke, and you could feel his gaze on you, like he was studying every inch of your body.

"Who..?" You asked breathlessly, still trying to straighten yourself up, but mostly just leaning against the door again.

He stepped up behind you, his body almost touching your back, and he moved his head to your ear. "Who's better between me and Donaldson?" He asked again, his voice closer in your ear.

The ball was in your court, and you weren't a fair player. "It's just... Professor Donaldson had skill. He was just so sweet and good to me."

You could feel Patrick tense up behind you, and his jaw clenched at your words.

He wasn't happy about your answer, and he didn't want to hear about how good Donaldson was to you. He could feel his anger and jealousy bubbling up again, but he pushed it down, trying to stay calm.

Patrick grinned, holding back his spite as you continued. "It's nice to spend 'time' with someone who knows what they're doing."

He was struggling to keep his anger in check, listening to you talk about Art like that. He knew you were baiting him, trying to rile him up, and it was working, but he tried to keep his voice neutral as he spoke. "Oh, and I don't know what I'm doing?"

You simply shrugged.

He was getting more and more annoyed by the minute. "I don't know what I'm doing, huh?" He repeated, his voice getting a little bit harsher. "Seems like I did just fine a few minutes ago."

"Yeah, but it was just... subpar." You hummed.

It took all his self-control to not explode at your words. "Subpar? You seemed to be enjoying it just fine a few minutes ago." He said, his voice getting lower.

"Maybe I was doing it for your sake." You slowly turned around, now facing Patrick who's eyes were darker then dark.

He was glaring now, his eyes almost black as he looked at you. He was not happy with your words. "Oh, you were doing it for my sake, were you? You didn't seem to mind yourself, not with the noises you were making."

"Again, maybe it was for your sake."

He was getting more and more irritated by the minute now. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? Trying to piss me off?" He said, his voice low, almost as a growl.

You nodded slowly, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. "Is it working?"

He gritted his teeth as you teased him, his hands curling into fists at his side.

"Oh, you little...." He said, struggling with his words for a moment. "You think you're so clever, don't you?"

"I do." Your voice was low, as you pushed your chest up into his.

Feeling your chest pressed up against him, he couldn't help the way his body reacted to you. The anger was still there, but it was mixed in with a growing need and want for you. He tried to ignore it, but it was hard when you were standing in front of him, looking all smug.

"You have no idea how much I want to rip that little smirk off your face." He said, his voice lowered into almost a growl. He was struggling to keep himself together, his body and mind at war with each other.

"So do it." Your words pushed him over the edge.

The control he'd been struggling to hold onto finally snapped, and in an instant his hands were on you. He pushed you back against the door, pinning you there with his body.

Then, his lips were on yours. His beard scraped your skin and his teeth bashed against yours. It was hot, it was angry and it was passionate. There was no gentleness or care, just raw, unrestrained passion. He kissed you hard, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as his hands grabbed at your body, pulling you closer to him.

His taste was almost addictive, the combination of coffee and tobacco mixing together with your own taste as his mouth pressed against yours. You were trapped between his body and the door, your body completely under his control.

His leg caught between yours, providing some relief to the ache that grew back.

Patrick could feel the way your body was pushing against him, needing more, and he gave you what you wanted. He ground his thigh up into you, his body pressed up against yours as his lips never left yours.

"Since you wanna... act like a slut," He huffed against your mouth while his hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh. "You'll get treated like one." His words sent chills down your spine, his fingers gripping your hips tightly as he spoke, like he was holding you in place.

His words were rough, almost like a threat, but it only made the fire in your stomach burn hotter. You knew what was coming, and you could feel the anticipation building.

You whined, pathetically nudging your hand against the tent in his pants. "No, you don't get this dick since you took it for granted."

He grunted as your hand pressed up against him, his body instantly reacting to your touch. But his anger was still there, and he was still determined to teach you a lesson and pushed your hand away.

He removed himself from you, except for his thigh which was caged around yours. You were left to do all the work.

Your eyebrows dipped down and the corners of your lips followed. You were tired and still recovering from your previous orgasm.

Determined, you shifted your hips, over and over as you slowly built friction. He stayed close to you, his leg pinning you in place as you moved your hips, trying to create some friction. He watched you, his eyes dark as he took in the sight of you, struggling against him.

Your palms found his shoulders to help anchor yourself, his jeans' folds catching against your clit, leaving you to whimper and whine.

You were making soft little moans and gasps as you moved against him and he could barely keep himself together. It was taking all his control to not just grab you and make you submit to him. He knew what you were doing, trying to get him to cave, and he was fighting against it as much as he could.

Patrick spoke slowly, his voice rough and gravelly as you continued to grind yourself against his leg. "You're desperate, aren't you? So needy and wanting to be touched."

You shook your head, looking up at him through heavy eyelids. "I can do it myself." You said, your fingers nimbly undoing your buttons to your blouse.

He watched you with dark eyes as you started to undo the buttons on your blouse. "Oh, you can, can you? You don't need me, do you?" He asked, his voice still deep and laced with lust.

You shook your head, letting your top curtain down your shoulders, exposing your bra. Your hips never stopping, as a heat built between your legs. Your hands pulled at your bra straps until they folded over, bearing your breasts to Patrick.

He had to restrain himself from reaching out to touch you, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he watched you. You were a vision to him, the sight of you naked in front of him driving him mad. All his anger and pride in that moment was slowly crumbling and turning to need and want for you.

He could feel the way his body was reacting to you, his pants feeling increasingly uncomfortable as he watched you touching yourself. He was struggling to stay in control, to not just give in to you, but it was getting harder and harder. He gritted his teeth as he spoke. "You think you're in control. That you can just play me like that, and I'll just give you what you want?"

"Just, shut the fuck up." Your voice was hoarse, you brought your fingers up to his mouth before prying his lips open, giving him no time to comprehend what you were doing before you scooped up some of his saliva and popped your fingers out of his mouth.

He watched you bring your fingers down to your breasts, where you squeezed and tugged on your nipples, tight and hard, getting them slicked up with his spit.

You moaned as you rolled your nipple between your fingers before moving to the other one, feeling your tummy tighten. "Oh fuck."

His fists were still clenched, the sight of you almost driving him wild. He was desperately trying to keep himself in check and not just give in to you. He was fighting an internal war, his mind telling him to not give in, but his body screaming at him to go to you, to take you right there and make you his.

Your mouth fell open, and a new feeling came over you. Patrick felt a warm puddle deep into his jeans. Not only had you made yourself cum, but you fucking squirted. The hairs on your nape stood up, and your back arched, a scream ripping from your throat as you rode out your pleasure.

Patrick's control completely snapped. He couldn't hold back any longer, the sight of you losing control had snapped the last of his restraint. In an instant, he was on you, his mouth finding yours as he pushed you roughly against the door. His lips were demanding, almost bruising as they pressed against yours. His hands grabbed at your body, touching and feeling you in every way possible. His need for you was overwhelming, and it was consuming him.

Your body fell forward, now sitting in your own puddle.

His hands continued to roam your body, grabbing and gripping you, holding you close to him. He had completely lost himself in the feeling of you, the need to have you overwhelming all his thoughts.

He pulled away from your mouth and nipped along your jawline, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck.

He sighed against your skin, dropping his leg and taking a step away. "I'll take it I was better." He said softly, yet there was no smugness to him. He quietly bent down and pulled your skirt up.

The feeling of him pulling the skirt up, even with no sexual intention behind it, still sent a shiver down your spine. You watched him, seeing the change in him from before. He had lost the smugness and arrogance, now replaced with a kind of gentleness. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it left you feeling strangely giddy.

He stayed close, watching quietly as you tucked in your blouse and smoothed out your rumpled skirt, still trying to catch your breath from everything that had just happened. He had regained his composure, but there was still a softness in his eyes that hadn't been there before.

When you finished, you felt a bit misplaced. "Right, we'll um, l'll be going..."

There was a moment of silence as you spoke, and for a brief moment, he looked like he wanted to say something.

But his usual poker face quickly took over. He nodded and took a step back, giving you space to move. "Yeah, yeah, you should go."

You sighed before walking out of his lab.

As you walked to the door, heading back out of his lab, you could feel his eyes on you. You had left, but you couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. You couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between you both, even if you couldn't quite put your finger on what it was.

You stopped walking, a few feet out his door when you turned around, and made quick steps back to his lab. "Hey, um, Patrick?"

He looked up as you stuck your head back into his lab, his face betraying nothing. "Yeah?" He asked, his voice calm and reserved.

"Would you wanna go get dinner sometime?"

His stoic expression faltered for a moment, surprise flashing through his eyes. He hadn't been expecting that, not at all. He stared at you for a moment, his brain trying to understand your words.

Finally, he responded, his voice still smooth. "You want to have dinner with me?"

Your face flushed, "I just thought..."

Seeing you get flustered, he softened his stance a bit. He took a few steps closer to you, his gaze studying you curiously.

"No, I...l would love to go to dinner with you. I just wasn't expecting you to ask."

You looked up at him. "Okay, okay good. I'll see you around."

He nodded as you spoke, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, 'll see you around." He said, his voice still gruff, but with a hint of something else underneath it. His eyes stayed locked onto you as you turned to leave, watching you go.

As the days went on, it became more and more evident to the students that something was going on between you and Professor Zweig. They couldn't quite put their finger on it, but they could see the way he looked at you, and the way he spoke to you. There was an undeniable chemistry there, even if you both tried to hide it.

And the poor history professor had to swallow his feelings.

[cabi-leodrann]

hi, person from infodump question here again! i feel like im being nosy but i couldn't help but notice those little symbols near each character on the ref sheets and that they seem to have a pattern to them. i did decipher the easy ones, like the top elements being the species, the elements of each crown, the little circles at the top of the desciples' symbols, but that's pretty much it. if it isn't spoilery, i would love to see the system of these symbols! it seems very intricate and intentional, like those half-sun elements have different number of x-es at their sides depending on what character we're looking at

if you don't want to reveal this yet it's completely alright, just know that i noticed aha

hehehehehe You fool! YOU'VE ACTIVATED MY TRAP CARD ANON-FROM-INFO-DUMP-QUESTION! YOU HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO READ MY RANT ABOUT THE WRITTEN LANGUAGE I MADE FOR LAMB! HAHAHAHAHAH You won't need to know this language to understand THaB. It's more for flavor and world-building, so you will see the language in the comic, but if asked, I will give the translation! This language is not very developed, I didn't really have the occasion/time/energy to use it extensively- There are problems with it, things will change over time, but this ask is the occasion to put down what I've got, nice and clean! Thank you very much to @wowowhy and @greenycartoon for your precious help✨ _ _ _ _ _ A BIT OF CONTEXT: This language has no spoken form, it was made to keep/give simple informations and/or orders. It is exclusive to Lamb and their disciples, as nobody else knows how do read it. Very useful to have secret/private written instructions to not cause a fuss in the flock. Context and interpretation are an important part of reading, as this language is not as precise as our modern languages.

HOW TO READ:

The text is written on a straight line, called the guide. It crosses symbols/glyphs throughout the whole sentence. It starts at the base of the first glyph, and ends by crossing the last.

(The post is REALLY long, so Imma put the magic "Read More" button here- I will put the symbol's lexicon at the very end)

-Head/person glyphs are NEVER crossed by the guide, no matter where you put them. It represents sentient beings, and can be customized to match the person's specie and/or looks. -Place Glyphs are pretty vague, and are not really used on their own. -Particles are additions to symbols to give more (often abstract) information. They can change the meaning of the glyph/verb they are attached to. -Punctuations and Regular Glyphs are pretty self explanatory. Punctuations are attached to the guide, unlike Particles which are attached to glyphs. To make a plural of a Regular Glyph, just put it twice, using the guide as a symmetrical axis. _ _ _ _ _

SUBJECT: It is always first in a sentence, and the guide starts from it. There are multiple different structures to format a subject:

-You can use a single glyph (fig.a) for simple concepts, otherwise you use a 3 Part Subject (fig.b). - For the 3 Part Subject, you start with the glyph of the head/object/type of place you are talking about. Then you use the other 2 slots to describe it further by adding other glyphs. The order is important, and there are different kinds of structures.

1- If you put a Head glyph first, followed by a glyph representing an object, and then nothing, you're describing the person's job. 2- A Head glyph in first slot and a Place glyph in last indicate the person in charge of the place. 3- An empty first slot with a Place glyph at the end gives a specific location. The middle slot indicates what this location is about. You don't need to fill the 3 slots. Just add a little line to the unused slot. -The 3 Part Subject with the "hats" is a Cartouche (fig.c), you use those to write names! Cartouche are a bit of an exception to the importance of placement and which glyph goes before/after which. The focus is more on the individual glyph rather than its interactions. You always put a Head in the first slot, then 1 to 2 glyphs signify important features. (The 3 slots limit can be broken if needed, but it's not common. Don't be like him.) -The Closed Cartouche (fig.d) is an abridged version of a cartouche . You don't really want to write the full cartouche again and again, so you can take a Closed Cartouche, and put the most recognizable glyph. (Often, it's the Head glyph, but if there are multiple names with a similar Head glyph, you could use another glyph of the cartouche)

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VERBS: symbolized by a sideways parenthesis that includes the next glyph. This combo gives you a verb. If the action influences something/someone, you put the influenced concept after the verb's glyph, and then you close the verb. You always close your verb, except if it is at the end your sentence. In this situation, you leave it as is.

Some verbs have multiple uses, and change meaning depending on the structure. Here we have the verb "give", that becomes "exchange". The meaning changes when you add a comma (green) after the verb, and it is followed by the object being exchanged. The glyph of the person being interacted with is put at the end.

Particles give the state of what it's attached to, and can be attached to every glyph. Here you have the use of particles on a Head glyph (ex.1), and a verb (ex.2).

When half a particle is used to describe a physical attribute, write it down as you would if that person is facing you. Ratau and Loki's left eyes are injured, but in the cartouche, its inscribed as the injured eye on your right. _ _ _ _ _

PUNCTUATION:

Question Marks are the only instance where the first glyph is not the subject.

Commas are used to indicate a pause between parts of a sentence or separating items in a list. With commas, you can have multiple verbs, and/or multiple concepts that the action influences in one sentence. A lack of commas is the end of a list.

If/Then Commas are used to indicate the influence of the first part of the sentence onto the second. It can replace "Because" "So" "Therefore" ect.

Time arrows are used to indicate when a sentence is temporally affected by the Past/Future, but can also be used as a particle. Time Arrows follow the sentence they influence. They ends when you finish a sentence, or at a comma. When ending at a comma, if the rest of the sentence is still affected, you need to draw the arrow again. The Continuous Arrow (following the guide) is a special kind of Time Arrow, used to symbolize an action lasting in time. _ _ _ _ _

NUMBERS:

Numbers act like normal glyphs, but with the additional dots to indicate the beginning and end of it.

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LEXICON:

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Pleaseeeee I crave Jimmy x Curly's wife!reader let that envious bastard take what he believes he rightfully deserves, maybe even right in front of Curly as some kind of fucked up power play :)

WARNING: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT/DARK CONTENT/RAPE/JIMMY BEING A MONSTER.

Please read at your own discretion,i might've went overboard,but this was my first attempt.

ever since the day that he laid his eyes upon you,he knew that he just had to make you his,no questions asked.

on that fateful day,when Curly decided to introduce you to his bestfriend,you immediately picked up an odd vibe from him...you didn't like how intensely he maintained eye contact with you whenever you were talking.. nothing wrong with being attentive,but it just felt as though he was staring right into your soul with those piercing brown eyes of his.

you didn't like how it started off as little thing,just the slight touch of hand,which you ruled off as accidents,because he was quick to apologise.

but then,the incessant attention started...it started off small...minor things,such as following you on every social media platform that you had. him being the first person to like all of your posts, commenting innocent little things...you still decided to think nothing of it as you thought that jimmy was simply just some guy without a social filter.

Oh how fucking wrong you were.

It didn't make sense how he wanted to move into you and your boyfriend's apartment because he got kicked out of his,it didn't make sense how curly...just let him...

You tried your best to explain to your innocent boyfriend that you didn't like this sudden turn of events,and the lack of privacy,since jimmy practically didn't let you have any alone time with curly. It's almost as if he just didn't know when to stop lurking.

Despite all,you still decided to trust your boyfriend's judgement.

Then,it finally happened. You awoke one night to sudden movements in your bedroom,you tossed to the side to find the bed empty...your boyfriend was missing, groggily you reached for your phone on the nightstand next to your bed, twitching your eyes you turned your phone on,with the silent humming of the AC in the background,accompanied by the sound of you breathing.

2:47 AM

Curly Bear 🐻❤️ : babe,sorry I didn't wanted to wake you....y'know how pretty you look when you sleep haha, didn't wanted to ruin it. The company called,they said there was some urgent paperwork that needed to be dealt with at the earliest. I had no choice sweet pea, don't worry I'll be back in no time. Love you.

You smiled at your phone,you were about to doze right off when you realised something......something felt..off. it was almost like a primal instinct kicking in,you felt the classic feeling that they talk about in horror stories ... You felt as if you were being watched. the feeling was so intense that you could practically feel the bile raising against your throat.

You gathered every ounce of courage that you had in you,and turned on your phone's flashlight.

there it was. there he was.

you felt as if you were gonna die.

there was jimmy,standing at the foot of your bed like a goddamn statue.

"Jimmy....?".

you wanted to yell out,but what came out was only a faint whisper.

Then suddenly as if the world had just stopped he pounced onto you like a fucking animal,you attempted to scream,but we was quick to place his hand on your mouth, conveniently stopping any noise from coming out.

'I had been waiting for this for so...so fucking long'.

you could practically see the craze in his eyes,those weren't the eyes of a human being..no no no...those eyes could only be compared to those of a deranged wild beast.

then out of no where,your clothes were suddenly ripped off of you,you could feel the cold air of the room pierce your skin painfully as you struggled to move or even breathe,his hand was also covering your nose. You whined,did everything in your power to stop him from doing what he was going to. But it was already too late.

without a single warning,you felt him push into you so hard, without any protection,no nothing. It hurt so fucking bad,you wanted to scream,to yell,to cry,but you could only just helplessly watch what that man whom your partner considered his 'best friend' was doing to you,he thrusted in and out of you as you were a ragdoll.

Jimmy then temporarily removed his hand from your mouth only to replace it with his own,he roughly smashed his lips onto yours,you could taste cigarettes, liquor and a hint of those mint jellies which he for some reason had a weird obsession with. his tongue travelled every corner of your mouth,while tears flowed through your eyes like a goddamn waterfall.

with his final thrusts,you could feel that he was coming to his peak,and with a final thrust,you felt the inside of your stomach get filled with something warm..you felt fuzzy, almost dumb,your face was covered with drool and your hair all scattered.

with all of it over and one,he suddenly placed a kiss on your forehead,and whispered,

"if you tell curly any of this,I'll make sure to do this in front of him the next time".

and with that he returned to his own room,as if nothing had happened,as if your entire life wasn't just turned upside down. as if he didn't just shatter a person into something they would never recover from.