#a day late bc it's been busy as hell
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The Stuff I Read in October 2023
Stuff I Extra Liked is Bold
Books
Women with Mustaches and Men without Beards, Afsaneh Najmabadi
Network Effect, Martha Wells
Fugitive Telemetry, Martha Wells
Gateway, Frederik Pohl
A Call to Arms: Iran's Marxist Revolutionaries, Ali Rahnema
Manga (mostly yuri)
Aoi Hana / Blue Flowers, Takako Shimura
Kekkon Aite no Jouken ni Perfect datta no wa Shokuba no Kouhai Joshi deshita / Mr. Right Turned Out To Be A Younger Woman, Kozumi Miura
Tokidoki kaette kuru on'na tomodachi no hanashi / My Lady Friend Who Visits Now and Again, Sumiko Arai
She Loves to Cook and She Loves to Eat Vol 3, Sakaomi Yuzaki
Double House, Nanae Haruno
Fujouri na Atashitachi / An Absurd Relationship, Jin Takemiya
The Girls' Arcadia, Yatosaki Haru
Recipe for Arcadia, Yatosaki Haru
Short Fiction (all SF)
17776, Jon Bois [link]
The Merchants of Venus, Frederik Pohl
The Merchants of Venus, A. H. Phelps Jr.
The Erasure Game, Yoon Ha Lee
Compulsory, Martha Wells
Obsolescence, Martha Wells
Home: Habitat, Range, Niche, Territory, Martha Wells
The Shoe Shop Jinn, Sakina Hassan [link]
Earth-747, Saud Ahmed [link]
Communism, History, Politics
The Palestinian Left Will Not Be Hijacked â A Critique of Palestine: A Socialist Introduction - Viewpoint Magazine, Samar Al-Saleh & L.K. [Viewpoint Magazine]
The Algerian War: Cause CĂ©lĂšbre of Anticolonialism, Malika Rahal [JSTOR]
Socialism for the Welsh People, Gareth Miles & Robert Griffiths
Soviet time capsules: messages from the past with lessons to teach us in 2017, Sasha Raspopina [New East Archive]
No Human Being Can Exist, Saree Makdisi [n+1]
The Other Nuremberg Trials, Seventy-Five Years On, Erica X Eisen [Boston Review]
The 1932 Harvest and the Famine of 1933, Mark B. Tauger [JSTOR]
Political Islam in the Service of Imperialism, Samir Amin [link]
Dismantle the ADL [link]
Women and Men, Cloth and Colonization: The Transformation of Production-Distribution Relations among the Baule, Mona Etienne [JSTOR]
Iranica
The Defender: Waiting for the revolution in Tehran, Nargol Aran [Point Magazine]
Divided by a Common Tongue: Exclusionary Politics of Persian-Language Pedagogy, Aria Fani [link]
The Necessity of Armed Struggle and Refutation of the Theory of âSurvivalâ, Amir Parviz Pooyaan [pdf on marxists dot org]
Queer Stuff/Feminism (broadly construed)
Cultural Feminism: Feminist Capitalism and the Anti-Pornography Movement, Alice Echols [JSTOR]
Against the "Prison/Psychiatric State": Anti-violence Feminisms and the Politics of Confinement in the 1970s, Emily Thuma [JSTOR]
"Some Could Suckle over Their Shoulder": Male Travelers, Female Bodies, and the Gendering of Racial Ideology, 1500-1770, Jennifer L. Morgan [JSTOR]
Collective Memory and the Transfeminist 1970s: Toward a Less Plausible History, Finn Enke [DOI]
Racial-Class Paternalism and the Trojan Horse of Anti-transmasculinity, Nsåmbu Za Suékama [Medium]
Trans Misogyny in the Colonial Archive: Re-Membering Trans Feminine Life and Death in New Spain, 1604â1821, Jamey Jesperson [DOI]
Other
The Establishment of Scientific Semantics, Rudolf Carnap
On What There Is, Willard V. Quine [JSTOR]
On the Ancestral Plane: Crip Hand Me Downs and the Legacy of Our Movements, Stacey Milbern [link]
Megastructures, Superweapons and Global Architectures in Science Fiction Computer Games, Mark R. Johnson [link]
#reading prog#yeah yeah i'm getting back on the strang linalg in november the last month has kept me busy with teaching#a day late bc it's been busy as hell
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i should also tell you that one time at work when takeout pizza was brought in for family meal lunch that it was absolutely awful. i work in manhattan
#new yorkers can shut up about their stupid pizza i swear to god the best takeout pizza i had was in california ANYWAY.#im sure theres good takeout pizza in new york city. what we had at work that one time was not it#imagine someone printed the concept of pizza onto a piece of cardboard. youve got it#way back when the kitchen dependably made stuff themselves for family meal and it was generally good#but then when more people came back to the office our lunch got later and later and the kitchen couldnt always make stuff#so lately i see theyve been doing various kinds of takeout some days when the kitchen is super busy#i used to pay $7 a week for family meal and a while back i stopped that and started bringing me own lunch#but i started that when they were still like kinda providing food but it was just late as hell bc they were so busy#i get up at 4 am eat breakfast and start work at 6:30 am and you expect me to wait to eat lunch at like 1??? no thank u <3#oh they also used to have a food program on the 14th floor and leftovers of that would be our lunch#thats right around when i stopped bc that shit sucked#save for the one time he was stuff from katz's deli good god that pastrami sandwich was incredible#but that was the only good thing that ever came from that local food program thing#anyway. with as much as i bitch about it i should have a tag for work stuff but oh well#also what i bring for lunch are usually leftovers of my dinners theyre almost always better than whatever the other catering people get#like sorry! was it too much to ask to want to eat when i want and also have stuff i like. lmao#anyway. my job (the torture sphere)
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Itâs almost worse knowing they hurt me unintentionally because I donât have any right to hate them. It was an accident, they didnât know, but still I have breakdowns at the mention of them and they donât even know.
#I havenât talked to them in months#and by god I donât want to talk to them again#because it hurts So Bad#and Iâm not even in the right to hate them bc they didnât do it on purpose#Iâd rather them do it on purpose because then I could hate them#because Iâm angry and upset and I had a panic attack last night about it#this person who probably doesnât even think about me for a second#and theyâre constantly in my mind making me feel like crap#thatâs not fair#I hope my name is never in their thoughts again and I hope they always wonder why I stopped talking to them#I wanted closure before but itâs too late for that because itâs been long enough that#wtf would I even say?#you hurt me. you abandoned me? but Iâm the one that stopped talking#it felt like you abandoned me and I didnât have the energy to keep up a one sided talk#when I know there were people who would talk to me#I know youâre busy. but at least something would be nice#Iâm needy. and clingy. and I KNOW that#but still. it hurts because itâs like everything I always get left behind and theyâre the PRIME example of that#I donât even know why they hurt me so bad#maybe it was because it was someone I trusted completely#someone that I was closest to above all else above everyone else#I trusted them. I loved them. we talked about getting to meet up one day#but I hope that when they come up here I am Long Gone and they never think of me again#I trusted them enough they knew my state. I trusted them with parts of myself I barely trusted anyone else with#and the absence hurt like hell#and there wasnât even one big event to break it off#just a slow deterioration in anxiety and stress that sometimes bubbled up in a message#but I always kneecapped the conversation because never was a good time to have it#and then just no more messages#I should block them. but I donât want to ruin all the messages we had
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less than two hours left in the day and my anniversary post isn't made yet.........
#i've been thinking about this for MONTHS can't believe my terrible time management#if i post it tomorrow just pretend it's not late#i actually might have to post this weekend bc i'm gonna be busy as hell the next 2 days between wedding season and work đ#everyone just pretend the day i post is nov 8th for my sanity ty for your consideration SJDHJDSF#BUT ANYWAYS 4 YEARS CAN YOU BELIEVE#lives were changed#i still vividly remember refreshing an illegal streaming site since i didn't have cable at the time until it finally popped up#and i was hooked IMMEDIATELY#signed up for my d+ free trial on nov 12th expecting the rest of the season to be there only to discover it was a weekly release model#then annoyed my sister into setting up our free year of d+ asap just so i could watch this show đ#fun times#txt
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idk i think i should start masking again đ€ (i mean the autism i already wear a face mask)
#vent#personal#dont mind me using the tags as a diary for a bit. i have a real diary but my carpal tunnel is not agreeing with writing with a pen rn#blah blah blah val's interests are annoying and weird. and it's all they really know how to talk about#because they are so busy constantly with two jobs + full-time uni + side gigs + life in general#that they cannot function without their Little Things and because of that all their interpersonal relationships suffer#yknow how it is#ive always been one of those people who talks a lot in class#especially since getting to college because now i really care and am excited about what we're discussing#(plus talking about it/engaging helps keep me awake and stimulated otherwise i'll go to the seventh circle of hell)#but i feel like especially recently but just in general. i just always say dumb shit. and maybe it's worse now bc my paranoia is spiking#bc of that class with my ex i have twice a week and i know they're probably judging what i say and making fun of me to their new friends#while i have to spend an hour and fifteen minutes trying not to look at the other side of the room and turning up music when they speak#i used to be better at socially masking bc high school was hell but then covid happened and it all went down the drain#and then my life got Worse and now it's like. sorry im annoying and bad at talking i know i am. i am also trying to not be like that#idk i think im just so spread thin that everything i ever do im doing poorly bc i just Cant. and im in pain constantly#and always running late or rushing or stressed or busy. like i haven't been not-stressed since. i dont even know. maybe when i was sick?#and even then i was stressed because Oh Fuck I Have Covid. yknow#wow my therapist is going to have an interesting day tomorrow it seems
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"WOW!" he cackles, practivally hyena-esque, "That was really something, cupcake! You really are a coward, aren't you?" (â @hyperionhandsome , from Jack, medieval Fantasy au?)
"I..."
The words had stung before Leonard could even realise he hadn't recognised the voice that spoke to him, though the way his expression had shifted had been miniscule in comparison - the way the hermit's head had turned away in both hurt and shame had been the most prominent, though there was the subtlest crease in his brows, the smallest tightening of his lips and the clutch of gloved hands on the hem of his coat which spoke volumes in the moment Leonard himself was unable to do much more than struggle for a response.
...Who was this man? The thought had just dawned on him as Leonard felt his heart pound with humiliation - he didn't sound like a faerie, though the laughter reminded him of his own pact-beast. He didn't even sound like anything inhuman, as a matter of fact, but still - remarkably cruel.
...Leonard supposed it didn't matter, though. If the goal was the simple task of sparking that sad flame of guilt within the hermit, it took only a glance to see his lowered head and the bitter pain on his face to tell this stranger had succeeded in their mission. A low mumble of response was the reward to inform this rather boisterous passerby of their victory.
"...You are right." Leonard acquiesced, bitterly. He couldn't fight or promise any improvement anymore. "I am nothing more than a fool."
How truly pathetic... Something in his stomach sank at the prospect that it would have only taken a glance to tell of his plight. Typically the harsh sting of such words would be curved hearing it from his pact-beast, or even the likes of Caim, but there was something about hearing it from someone like a stranger that served to dig especially deep into the hermit's skin. It seemed that all at once, the nightmare of the garrison, the failure of his brothers, the failure to his family, and the potential failure that had awaited Seere at each second, had come crashing down on his consciousness with those words. That reminder.
Coward... It was aptly fit.
Leonard's head dragged itself back up from where it had previously stared down at his lap, but averted itself slightly to the side - his blind gaze still couldn't bring itself to look towards the source of the voice where it stood.
"...Please, speak no longer." Leonard said, the softness of his tone in sharp contrast with the low rumble of his voice, "I know my sins well enough to bear on my own. So I beg of you... Show mercy."
#||Reply||:Jack#{/AAAAAAAAA HELLO HELLO!! please do pardon the late response the past couple weeks have been busy as hell}#{/birthdays and family coming up and college on top of it and all that}#{/though im ALSO somewhat to blame aside from that bc i made the mistake of playing drakengard 2 again}#{/and my other dod muse; urick; came by the day i was originally set to do this ask like 'heyyyy ;)' so ive been on there for a while QwQ}#{/But that said!!! I was so thrilled to see this here!! you can probably tell ive been stalking for a while but was too shy to interact QQ}#{/it's also a bit of a thing with multis that i have no IDEA where to start with who since there's just so much to be doneeee dfksbhfdkj}#{/AND ESPECIALLY YOUR BLOG; GOOD SIR; I LOVE ALL YOUR MUSES AND EVEN THE ONES I DONT KNOW LOOK SO COOOOLLLL}#{/in short: tysm for this im so excited to write with youuuuu!!! please do just shoot me a DM or so if you wanna chat and/or plot!!}#{/you may guess i know very little on borderlands but i DID try and do my research on this particular guy ahead of time and}#{/i actually adore him omg; just my brand of asshole + his voice acting is REALLY good!!!! fhfjdjd}#{/that said; Leonard is NOT a fun guy to bully oml}#{/*pokes with stick* come on.... do something lmao}
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my current ref sheet layout is a lot simpler than last yearâs but hey. whatever
#thats what you get for postponing af prep#and for uh. being busy as hell?#ok im done with a third of my refs. going to focus on other deadlines for now#also my shoulder has been in pain for the past few days and im worried :)))#planned on getting work done on these 4 days off from uni but i already ''''''wasted'''''''' today bc i had to rest#and i wont be home on sunday + monday !!!! but thats the price for having a social life#anyway. its late im going beddy bye
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sweetheart
declan o'hara x female reader
summary: working late with your boss (who you have a massively embarrassing crush on) was a normal occurrence for you. not a normal occurrence? him finding your favorite smutty romance novel and asking too many questions about it.
content: mutual pining, nsfw themes, age gap i guess, not actual smut but there are implications, teasing, some dirty talk (bc let's be real it's "how would you have liked him to touch you" declan)
author's note: so this is the first writing i've posted on here because this man and his hairy chest have me in a chokehold. the internet deserves more rivals fics!
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It was the third Thursday in a row you found yourself still at work after everyone else had gone home. You were sat across from your boss, the only thing separating you was an office desk. The piece of furniture was obnoxiously oversized, but you were thanking the universe for it because if Declan was sat even an inch closer, he would probably be able to hear your heart pounding. You had such a ridiculous crush on him. You knew it was inappropriate, but you couldnât seem to care less. So here you were working overtime just to sit and gawk at him. Pathetic.
Sometimes you swore there was some sort of tension between the two of you. The accidental stares that lingered a little too long. The careful touch of his hand on your lower back when he passed behind you. Sure, you were probably reading too far into it, but in the back of your mind you hoped that he saw you as more than a young naĂŻve coworker.Â
Your delusions were further fueled by Declanâs constant invitations to join him in his office on Thursday nights. You couldnât help but wonder if he knew that you would stay late every single night if he asked you to.Â
But of course, he knew.Â
He knew you thought he was attractive. He knew that his presence made you nervous. He knew that you had an embarrassing schoolgirl crush on him, and he liked it.Â
Not only did he like the idea of you wanting him, but Declan reciprocated it. He spent most days with his gaze trained on the work laid out in front of him to avoid eye contact with you. He knew the second your eyes met he wouldnât be able to control the small smile that tugged at his lips. He would never admit it, but he lived for making you giggle. The sound of your laugh was irresistible. He would crack little jokes throughout the day just to hear it.
Your voice alone was like music to his ears- christ, even the way you said his name drove him insane. He could feel warmth spreading through his chest just thinking about it.
The thoughts he had about you were unbecoming. Thoughts a boss shouldnât have about their employee let alone an employee that was almost half their age.Â
So, he tried his best to suppress his feelings and treat you as he would any other coworker. But it sure as hell didnât help when you were always so quick to stay late and help him with his work. Granted he knew by asking you to assist him after hours he was just digging himself deeper into this newfound obsession. But he couldnât help it, he longed to be in your presence even if it was just an extra hour or two once a week.Â
These nights were mostly filled with silence but the occasional banter about office drama or a Keats work that you both admired was enough to have him wrapped around your finger day after day.
âWhat was that article you were tellinâ me about?â His question breaks the silence that had been occupying the room for the last fifteen minutes.Â
You look up from your busy work only to be met with his kind eyes. For a man that had no problem showing his angry side, you felt lucky that you so often got to experience a version of Declan that was calm and light-hearted. You sometimes thought he had a sweet spot for you, although you came to terms with it probably being because you reminded him of his daughter who was just a few years younger than you. Â
âOh. Yeah. I forgot about that. Hold on I think I have it in here.â You began the search for an article you had mentioned to him that morning. It was an old gossip piece that you thought would be good for him to use on the show tomorrow night.Â
You began taking things out of your bag one by one trying your best to find the paper in your giant unorganized tote. Notepads, books, a handful of pens, and your favorite lipstick that you thought you lost months ago are now strewn across Declanâs desk as you continue digging through your belongings.Â
A small chuckle escapes Declan making you stop your search for a split second. Your head snaps up expecting to see him looking at you in irritation for creating such a mess, instead you notice his attention on one of the books you had taken out of your bag. Looking down you realize your copy of Lizzie Verekerâs novel was sat on his desk. A novel that was well known for its extremely erotic contents⊠and your copy was so worn the spine was barely intact.Â
Before you could try to say something to make the situation less mortifying Declan spoke,Â
âI see youâve read Lizzieâs book then.âÂ
There was no questioning his amusement. He seemed to be enjoying how awkward this was for you.Â
âThat Lizzie is a quirky gal, but a truly great author.â He finished and picked up the book thumbing through the pages.Â
âShe gave me a copy after the garden party last month. When she mentioned to me that she was a writer, this-â you said motioning to the book, âwasnât exactly what I had in mindïżœïżœ
You giggled as you spoke and the second the sound left your lips Declanâs eyes met yours. There was something about his stare now that you couldnât place.Â
âSo I take it youâve read it then?â You asked him, needing to say something to keep yourself from full on passing out in embarrassment. You wish you had asked something else because you desperately needed to change the subject from the smutty pages Declan held in his hands.Â
âMy-â He paused, âMaud read it years ago. I remember readinâ a bit of it myself. Absolute filth.âÂ
He was looking back down at the book while his hands found the worn spine, a smirk plastered on his face.Â
Okay, so now he knew you were so miserably horny that you not only read the book, but you enjoyed it so much that you mustâve re-read it multiple times- hence the condition of the novel.Â
âYou certainly seem to be a fan of her work.â
With this comment your humiliation began turning into irritation. Was he trying to further embarrass you by implying that youâve clearly enjoyed the book? Can a woman not read exceptionally horny literature in peace? Now youâre becoming annoyed by the whole conversation. Afterall, itâs really none of Declanâs business what you do in your free time. Â
âYeah, well I spend a lot of nights alone in my apartment Declan.â You deadpan. âIâve found the dating pool in this town to be quite depressing and Iâm 99% sure the men in that book are much better than anyone I would meet here anyway.âÂ
You havenât been living here long, itâs been maybe three months since you got the job to be a production assistant on Declanâs show. Youâve been working so much that you havenât had much time to scope out the townâs most eligible bachelors, but from what youâve seen youâre not interested. Not to mention the inconveniently debilitating crush that you had on your boss keeping you from noticing anyone else at all.Â
âOh and whyâs that?â He challenges. This time looking you straight in the eyes, a smirk still playing on his lips.
Alright, he wanted to keep this up so why not. Two could play at this game.Â
âFor starters, these menâ You steal the book out of his hands, âare written by women. Meaning they have empathy, theyâre emotionally expressive and socially aware. Seemingly simple character traits but you would be shocked by how many men Iâve met in the last few months who lack the basic complexity of a fictional character.â
His smirk has turned into a full-blown smile making your body feel warm.Â
âNot to mention the men in this book are capable of making a woman cum not just once but multiple times in a row. Which seems to be an impossible task for every man Iâve been with.â You continue your rant. Declanâs eyes fixed on you.
âThese guys are getting off on a womanâs pleasureâ you tap your book, âtruly enjoying making their partner feel good. Meanwhile in reality, most men donât even care if you finish as long as they get theirs.â  The second the words leave your mouth you realize youâre talking about orgasms with your unbelievably handsome boss staring right at you and immediately feel the need to hide underneath the desk in front of you.Â
You look at Declan and notice his expression has gone from playful to something more serious. His lips show no evidence of a smile, instead theyâre now relaxed and somewhat parted. His deep brown eyes are slightly hooded, and you couldâve sworn you noticed his chest rising and falling at a rather quick pace. He waits a few moments before standing from his chair and slowly making his way to your side of the desk.
âWell sweetheart,âÂ
Your mouth gapes open at the words. Heâs never called you that. But hearing the pet name fall from his lips in such a deep raspy tone sends shivers down your spine.Â
âIâll have you know the kind of men youâre talkinâ about from your book do indeed exist.â
No longer separated by the desk he now stood right next to you, close enough that you could smell his cologne and the cigarette smoke that lingered on his suede blazer.Â
âSome men relish in their partnerâs pleasure. They canât get enough of the way their body reacts to their touch. The way they look so needy and desperate for release.âÂ
He stops for a brief second. His eyes slowly drop to your feet and take their sweet time coming back up to meet your eyes, steadily drinking in the sight of your body underneath him as you sit still in your chair.
âThe pretty noises they make as they come undone.â
His Irish accent sounds heavier than normal, and his voice is hushed. Your body is frozen in place and the room suddenly feels ten degrees hotter. His words are stirring something thick and foggy in your head and you canât think straight. Youâre all too aware of how close you are to him. Your face a mere foot away from his crotch. Youâre able to make out the intricately braided patterns in his belt and you try to stop yourself from letting your eyes sink lower to whatâs beneath it.Â
Declan watches your gaze fall, and his mind starts to race. Knowing any second now his attraction to you will be evident by the strain of his pants. He gently takes your chin in his fingertips and pulls your gaze upward so youâre looking up at him through your lashes.Â
Fuck- that sight alone is enough to make him finish in his pants like a teenage boy.
You looking up at him with innocent eyes, your lips parted just inches away from his hips- he thinks he may die right there on the spot. The effect you have on him is intoxicating, clouding his thoughts and almost making him see stars. What he says next comes from a place of carnal desire surprising even him,Â
âUnbelievable that the men whoâve had the privilege of beinâ with you donât even know how to fuck you properly. If I had you in my bed I would take my sweet time makinâ you cum over and over again until youâre begginâ me to stop.â
As he speaks the hand that was resting underneath your chin gradually makes its way down, his fingertips now ghosting your jawline.Â
âYou deserve somebody who knows how to make you feel good sweetheart.â
There he goes with that nickname again. This time he says it and you canât deny the warmth that pools between your thighs. Â
Just as you open your mouth to respond, Declanâs phone starts to ring. Your eyes remain locked on one another as the incessant noise continues. You were beginning to think Declan would ignore the call so he could continue dirty talking you into a puddle, but he stood up straight from his position at the desk and began walking to the other side of the room. Answering the phone, he gazed back at you running a hand through his curls, nothing but lust in his eyes.
You sat up in your chair, blinking slowly and trying to gather your scattered thoughts. You werenât sure what had just happened, but you did know one thing.Â
The next time you found yourself that close to Declan Oâharaâs belt you would be undoing it.Â
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Can I request vampire Nanami surprising reader on a date but she broke up with him because sheâs moving overseas to study animals
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Pairing:Â Stalker Vampire Ex-Boyfriend!Nanami Kento x Female Reader
WC: 5.8k
Summary: Did you think he would know how to find you? He's tasted your life essence, been engulfed in your delicious scent, drunk off the taste of you. You could leave if you wanted, he couldn't stop you. But he would find you, he would be watching.
Story Warning: Stalking, Jealousy, Obsession, Biting (duh), Suggestive Things I guess idk lmfao, Blood, Drinking Blood, Spit, Maybe a bit of fingering and who tf knows what else, Kissing with blood, Nanami spit lover?, Nanami Intoxicated on you and your bodily fluids, Exes to Something???, Fingering for sure actually, Kissing with Blood, Profanity bc it's ME, Nanami downbad like SO downbad for reader, he's such a little weirdo
Art by: đŁđżđČđ»đžđᎏᎿᔠ(@chitrartum) on X
Divider Credit: @jelliedink
A/N: FINALLLLLYYYYYY @lovebittenbyevans it's FINALLY up LOL. Listen, I know I said I would post it yesterday but if yall believed me, that's your fault! I'm a liar! Yall know! LMAO. Anyway, I hope I did this one justice. I haven't written Nanami in so damn long I found myself kinda second guessing myself a lot here, but I'm happy with the final product so I won't complain LOL. Anyway ENJOY!!!
âThereâs something familiar about this scene,â Nanami thinks as he leans casually against the wall of whatever random building this is.Â
Thereâs something familiar about you. You, and your laugh that causes this strange tingling sensation he hasnât felt in who knows how long. You, and the way your hand grips onto an arm when you find something particularly amusing. You, and the way you lean a little closer when youâre happy.
âAnd youâre so beautiful when youâre happy like this,â he thinks. Happy, like you clearly weren't with him.
Nanami's eyes narrow, vision honing in on you and the way you laugh and hold onto an arm and lean a little closer because youâre content and enjoying yourself. If only you were laughing with him, gripping onto him, leaning a little closer to him like you used to.
Perhaps then, he wouldnât be standing across the street with his gaze locked onto your form while you dine out with another gentleman who most certainly isnât Nanami Kento.
Everything feels so familiar here, like heâs lived this scene before, because he has. But foreign as well, because heâs an outsider now, no longer a part of your world. Not by his choice. Nanami would never choose to be watching the life he once had played out before him. It feels like some sort of sick joke, like heâs being mocked as heâs watching as you do all the things you used to do with him before youâd up and left one morning, knowing itâd be impossible for him to follow you for quite some time. It gave you one hell of a head start, and it took Nanami awhile to find you again.Â
But oh, he did find you. And here you are, sitting with another man in the very late hours of the night, at some hole in the wall food stand across the street of a busy intersection. You canât see Nanami, not from this distance heâs put between you two. But he can absolutely see you, clear as day. Every movement you make, every twitch of muscle, he sees it.Â
He can hear you, tooâ hear your laugh, your heartbeat, your breath, the rush of your blood flowing through your veins. He hears it. Everything.
Nanami watches, his eyes hardening when the man beside you slides his plate over and you take a bite of his meal. That used to be him with you at whatever shit hole youâd chosen for your date.
Nanami had always appreciated that about you. Sure, you enjoyed the occasional fancy night out at Nanamiâs insistence â getting dolled up and dining at a Michelin star restaurant. But you much preferred the lowkey vibes of grabbing a bite to eat at a smaller establishment or local street vendor. Even if you knew that wasnât Nanamiâs scene.
âIt just brings less attention to you,â youâd reason.
And Nanami isnât an idiot. He could read between the lines. What you meant was it brings less attention to the fact that he never orders anything to eat, not even a bread roll. The waitresses would give him strange looks, glancing at your table occasionally as he simply watched you consume your meal while the most he could stomach was a glass of water at best.
It really canât be helped. Human food makes Nanami viscerally ill, after all. If anything, you may have been more concerned that Nanami was eyeing the staff like they were on the menu.
Heâd be lying if he said the sight of you sharing another man didnât upset him. Not only did you give another man the place beside you that was once his own, youâve welcomed him into your routine. Welcomed him to the smiles that were once meant for only his eyes. Welcomed him to the laughs that Nanami can hear even above the noise of this late night traffic across the road.
Simply put, you seem to have replaced him. Youâve moved on, tossed him aside for another. And itâs more than Nanami can say for himself.
Itâs been months since you ended your relationship, and he just canât seem to let you go. He knows he should. He knows that he shouldnât be watching you the way he does. He canât help it. Besides, itâs not as if you know what heâs doing. He usually keeps his observing to a healthy distance, only to ensure youâve made it home safely. That youâre tucked into your bed and definitely not out on dates with new men.
Not too far, but not too close either. Itâs become a habit for him. He works from home until the late morning, then he sleeps, because what else is he to do? He wakes up once the stars are visible in the sky, then heads straight to your home. And on days heâs not able to get to you because heâs busyâŠhaving dinner (sometimes itâs for business reasons!)âŠhe just hopes youâre doing what you usually do on a lazy night; sitting in your pajamas and curled under the soft blankets heâd purchased for you early on in your relationship.
He likes to think youâd kept something that reminded you of him. Do you think of him? Because he thinks of you. Always. If his standing here staring at the back of your head like a madman isnât any indication. He keeps all your little trinkets, too. Anything youâd left behind, he has.Â
Heâs lived a long life, human emotion having long been cast aside, and your presence awoke something in him. At the time, he couldnât quite place this feeling and didn't bother digging any deeper for answers. But itâs your absence that provides the knowledge he never sought out. It reminds him that he was once human. That he was once capable of feeling more than insatiable hunger, the need to feed off another.
Heâs capable of desire, of love. Nanami doesnât think heâll ever feel the way he does about you for anyone else.
Unfortunately for him, that doesnât seem to be the case for you, as you appear to have finally started seeing someone new. But unfortunately, youâve made the grave mistake of opting for what appears to be a date that falls within Nanamiâs most active hours.
Heâs used to the shadows, as it feels most like himself to hide under the cover of darkness. Itâs how he was able to find you, able to sense that youâre even breathing and content sighs when you slept were noticeably absent when heâd found himself doing his nightly âcheck inâ on you.
So he does what any concerned ex-boyfriend would do. He follows the sound of your heartbeat. All the way here, where youâre having far too much fun for his liking.
Brown eyes stare as you and your date finally wrap up dinner. Your date helps you from your stool, and you idly chat before he wraps you in a tight hug and Nanami feels his blood boil. Well, if he had a beating heart, he imagines his blood would be boiling.Â
How dare this man put his hands on you so affectionately? And how dare you receive it so happily? Did all your time together â the kisses, the moans, the love you shared â mean nothing to you?
Fuck this. Heâs going over there.Â
But the moment your date leaves you and you turn to head the opposite direction, Nanami is torn. Should he follow you? Or should he follow your date? On the one hand, he wants to see what youâre up to, if youâre going home and if not, who and where are you going to? On the other, heâd love to sink his teeth into your date's jugular and rip his larynx out. So many tempting choicesâŠbut he opts for the former.
Heâs on your tail quickly. Heâs determined to speak to you, has to see you and confirm that youâre done with him for good. His body moves fast, hurrying through the crowd to try and catch up to you before you can slip through his grasp again. He wonât accept this. Heâs given you ample time to come back. He wonât wait a moment longer.
When the crowd thickens in the busier part of the city, it becomes harder for Nanami to see you. The sounds of different heartbeats blend with your own and your scent becomes more difficult to track when you mix in the shitty perfumes and cheap colognes. Before long, he's lost you.Â
His eyes dart around, quickly and thoroughly scanning every face and body in the crowd. But none of them are you. He's certain of that. Deep breaths, Nanami takes several of them focusing on the familiar rhythmic beat of your heart. The pedestrians move around him as he stands still, eyes closed as he focuses. They mutter their curse words or pardon themselves, but he canât be bothered to listen to anything but you.Â
At least a minute passes before he hears it. It's faint at first, but it's there. The light thumping of your heart. He follows it, all the way into a dark alley. And then the panic sets in.Â
Why would you be here of all places?
Why is your heartbeat so quiet?
Are you in trouble?
âWhat the hell are you doing, Kento?â Your harsh voice has Nanami spinning on his heel, the tone unfamiliar to him.Â
There you are, in all your glory. Beautiful as he remembers, though itâs not as if he hasnât seen you recently. He just hasnât seen you this close in awhile. The neon signs of the city cast a cute glow along your skin and Nanami has to resist smiling. Because you're also so very pissed, arms folded across your chest and a deep frown sitting on your lips. And yet, you still manage to mesmerize him.
âI was just outââ he begins coolly, but you cut him off.
âOutâŠOut what exactly?â You ask. âOutâŠfollowing me?â
He should lie.Â
He should tell you that he would absolutely never do something as outlandish as following your scent like some cartoon hound dog floating through the air as they chase the smell of food. But that may be hard to believe seeing as thatâs how you two started out in the first place â with Nanami searching for his next meal (you) and you somehow charming him into taking you out to dinner instead. What a twist.
Weeks later, he would reveal himself to you as the blood hungry creature of the night he is. And youâd accept him for exactly who he was.
And still, he should lie.Â
So that at least you feel a little better. Maybe youâll think this is just some coincidence that heâs run into you in this dank alleyway in the middle of the night, but he doesnât bother. You know him. And well, at that.Â
So he tells the truth. All of it.Â
Your laugh is dry, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you try to keep your composure. No one is around, save for the people passing by on the sidewalk, not sparing a single glance into the shadows where you hide with your ex-boyfriend. Still, you donât want to draw any attention to the two of you. Less for either of your sake, and more for the poor person who deigns to interrupt.
âSo youâve been following meâŠâ
Nanami wouldnât exactly put it that way, butâŠ
âYes.âÂ
Okay, maybe he would.
He never was one to mince words.
âHow long?â
He tilts his head in question.
âHow longâŠâ you pause briefly, seemingly gathering your thoughts. âHave you been watching me? Following me? Whatever the hell it is youâre doing?â
Nanami thinks about this, though he knows the answer. Itâs been exactly four months and six days, about eighteen and a half weeks, one hundred and twenty nine days total since you left and he picked up thisâŠobsession with you. But whoâs keeping track?
âSince you left,â he answers with the truth once again. Even in this darkness, he can see your eyes widen in shock. He doesnât want to scare you. He wants you to see how much he wants you, needs you even.
âBecause you left me without a single word, ___â he tries to explain. âWonât answer my calls, wonât reply to my text messages, wonât see me ââ
Nanami steps closer to you, and you step back, and it causes this strange stinging sensation in his chest that sort ofâŠhurts? Makes him want to beg you not to move any further, because heâs not sure he can withstand it now that heâs within reach of you again.
âWell apparently, you see me all the time!â You grit out, voice rising an octave before you catch yourself.
âIâm only making sure youâre safe,â he tries to reason, but you shake your head.
âNoâŠâ You hold up a finger between you both, keeping Nanami at a distance. And that sting settles in again. âNo, youâre stalking me, Kento.â
âYes, but youâre dating. I saw you.â
âAnd? Iâm allowed to go out with people, Kento!â
Itâs been so long since Nanami has heard you say his name. And youâve said it three times in such a short span. Itâs doing something to him that he canât quite put into words.
âAnd how do you know theyâre a good person? How do you know they wonât hurt you? Iâm simply looking out for you.â
You rub aggressively at your temples. âKentoâŠâ you sigh. âYouâŠareâŠaâŠfuckingâŠvampire.â
Nanami rolls his eyes.
âAnd a shitty one at that. But I dated you, and I was just fine,â Youâre sure to add. âFor a vampire, youâre really not as stealthy as you think you are, by the way.â
Youâre right. Perhaps heâs been sloppy, following you the moment nightfall comes, tracking your whereabouts. He thought you hadnât noticed, but has he really made it so obvious?
Thereâs a short bout of silence between you, you glaring hard at him while he tries to think of a way to make you see reason. But you look away, just as you ask, âAre you hunting me now?â
Your sudden question surprises Nanami, his brows rising when he hears the fear seep into your quiet voice.
He steps forward again, and this time he breathes a sigh of relief when you donât move. âNo, of course not.â His hands cup your face, tilting your head upward so you can see the honesty in his eyes. You let him hold you as he speaks. âI would never hunt youâŠâ Your eyes narrow, and Nanami quickly adds, â...again.âÂ
He sees the way your lips purse together, like youâre trying not to find humor in that. âIf anything, I was hunting your dateâŠâ he mutters, quickly tacking on âkidding,â when you narrow your eyes again.
But still, he makes a mental note to find that man later.
âThe first time,â Nanami says honestly, âI hunted you with the intention to kill. Clearly, things didnât work out that way.â
You sigh, your features softening as Nanami pours his heart out to you, the way he wishes you wouldâve let him before you left. âNoâŠthey didnât.â
He remembers the first time heâd caught your scent, so alluring and delicious, the first time heâd heard your heartbeat, and heâd let the sound lull him to sleep, the first time heâd pressed his tongue to your pulsepoint, the thrumming beneath making his nostrils flare. And then, the first time youâd let him taste your life essenceâŠ
âYou changed me, ___,â he whispers. âIâm a monster, itâs true. I kill, I manipulate others to get what I want, I hurt others. But Iâve never done any of these things to you.â
Your hands find his wrists, holding tight while he finally blurts out everything heâs been keeping buried all these months.
âYou leaving meâŠit left a hole in my life I didnât know you filled at the time. I need you. I love you,â he says. âItâs why I watch you, why I follow you. Iâm sure I sound a little insaneâŠâ
âAn understatement,â you murmur. But thereâs a tiny smirk playing at your lips. Youâre teasing him.
âI have not felt this much emotion towards another sinceâŠâ He shakes his head, almost in disbelief. âI donât even know when. But I know for certain, I feel love when I think about you. I thought you felt the sameâŠâ He breathes hard, like it was such a strenuous task to get all of that off his chest. Eyes boring into yours, he mutters quietly, rather pathetically, he thinks, â...what changed for you? Why donât you want me anymore?â
Any other vampire would be mocking Nanami to all hell, dragging his name through the mud at how desperate he is for you, a human. He loves you. There is no doubt there. Why else would he spend any and all of his free hours thinking of you, dreaming of you, seeing you anytime he closes his eyes? You consume him, and the irony is not lost upon him.Â
Itâs been so long since Nanami stepped outside in the daylight. So long since heâs felt the sun on his skin. But your warmth, your presenceâŠyou are his sun. He orbits around you.Â
It canât be helped. He knows what he wants, knows what heâd do to have you back. He just needs to know that you want him, too.
Your soft breaths against his face has his mind reeling. Your scent is driving him crazy. He doesnât even know when you two had gotten so close.
âIt didnât changeâŠâ You confess, and if Nanami didnât have incredible hearing, he would have missed it. Your feelings for him havenât changed. âIâm leaving Tokyo, KentoâŠâ
Nanami thinks he misheard you.
âIâm sorry?â
You repeat it, a little louder this time, albeit shakily. âIâm leaving. Going abroad for school.â You smile softly, and Nanami finds his thumbs gently caressing the apples of your cheeks. âI got into a program to study wildlife andâŠIâm going to go.â
Now Nanami wishes he had misheard you.
âYouâŠleft meâŠto go and study animals?â Heâs not understanding. You canât do that here?
âNo. I left because I need this change, Kento.â
âWhy?â The question comes out more strained, more desperate than he intended. âWhy do you need to leave me to do this? Why do you need to see other people to do this?â
You canât look at him now, eyes downcast. âIâm still young, Ken. I have to figure out my life.â
âAnd you canât do that with me?â
This is all too much. Why the hell does studying animals mean you have to leave him? That you see other people romantically? That you give yourself to another? Perhaps he should just kill you. It feels like a better solution than letting you leave him for good.
âItâs only for a few years,â you reassure him. âI justâŠit was easier for me to cut and run. You canât go with me. The trip is long andâŠthe sunâŠyou justââ
He gets it now. A lengthy flight abroad is impossible for someone like him. Of course youâd want a real life, a mortal life without him. He would be selfish to keep you from that. And he is selfish. He wants you, deserves you. After years of living in the shadows, he wants so badly to step into the light with you.
But he knows that he canât. He knows he can only give you what you truly deserve â freedom.
âYouâll be great,â Nanami says, trying to control the way his voice threatens to break. âAnd when youâre doneâŠif you still want me, come back to me, okay?â
You nod, tears pooling at your waterline as you make your silent promise clear.
There are no more words to be said. Itâs the closure he needed, though not the results he wanted. He has to let you go. Itâs not fair. Thatâs what he wants to say. He wants to grab you and take you back to his home and keep you locked up so that you can never leave him. Maybe turn you so that you can spend an eternity together. But itâs just not fair.
He feels your hands press against his chest, trembling as you stare up at him. âOne more time before I go?â
Itâs an offer he canât, and wonât refuse.
Nanami kisses you, hard and long, hungrily. He slips his tongue into the cavern of your mouth, humming when your tongue tangles with his, and heâs already losing himself in you. In your touch, the little sounds you make, your scent, your taste.
God, how he missed you. How he will keep missing you when youâre gone and even until the day you return.
Your lips slot against his, messy and demanding, hands balling his shirt in your fists as you pull him closer. You step back, dragging Nanami with you, each step moving you further and further until your back hits the wall and Nanamiâs towering over you. And heâs losing himself, humming when you sigh into his mouth, hands finding your waist and squeezing out of fear youâll vanish into thin air if he lets you go, his head tilting just slightly so that he can take up more of your space, more of your air. Heâs so lost in you that he barely feels the change, hardly makes out the little yelp you let out, your hands pushing him away as you roughly break free of the kiss.Â
Eyes wide, your fingertips graze your bottom lip where a cut now resides, thick crimson blood dripping into your hand. âYour fangsâŠâ youâre panting harshly. âTheyâre out.â
Nanamiâs fingers are on his mouth, a single digit running through his lips, along his teeth where he feels the long, sharp canines fully protruding. Heâs nicked you. He lost himself so much so he sliced your lip with his fang.
âThis is fucking embarrassing,â he thinks. The urge to vanish into the shadows and forget about this encounter is strong.
This. This is the effect you have on Nanami. Any and all control he has is out the window. His fangs appearing on their own? Itâs the equivalent of suddenly getting an erection while out in public. This has never happened to him before. Not with any of his past lovers. Not even when heâd first turned. And yet, you pull this reaction from him so easily.Â
Nanami is overtly aware of humans and their mortality, of course. So he doesnât particularly go out of his way to care for them. But youâŠhe cares for you. You have him skulking around like a rat in the dark, waiting for you to look his way. You have him losing control of his fangs like heâs some goddamn adolescent vampire just from the taste of your saliva.
Itâs definitely not the liquid heâd prefer, but he loves it all the same. Intoxicatingly saccharine, so sweet it almost hurts.
âIâm so sorry,â Nanami whispers, taking your hand from your lips. âI lost control.â He lifts your hand to his face, eyes boring into yours as he inhales the enticing scent of your blood. One long breath, deep, savoring the smell. âThat seems to happen a lot when it comes to you.â His tongue darts out, his gaze locked on the way your breath hitches, how your heart beats loud like a drum as he slowly drags the warm and wet muscle along your skin.
âDelicious,â his mind sings. Nanamiâs body reacts as it always does when he even catches the scent of your blood. He leans forward until heâs only an inch away before he drags his tongue along the swelling cut on your lip, humming gruffly at the taste. Heâd missed you, and your blood. Itâs unlike any others.Â
You watch him through hooded eyes, chest rising and falling rapidly. The sounds of the bustling city just down this alleyway drown out as the two of you simply stare at each other, neither daring to look away. You may not be able to see as well as Nanami can in this darkness, but he sees you, and heâs sure he wears the exact same expression as well â love, desire, need. He sees the way you hold all of it in your eyes. You do care for him, you do love him the same way he loves you. You want him the way he wants you. He sees it so clearly.
He kisses your lips tenderly, careful not to hurt you again. Slow, steady, a bit more controlled than before. Heâs trying to reign it in. But itâs you who deepens the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling Nanami closer as you kiss him harder. Your tongue finds its way into his mouth, and Nanami groans, the metallic blend of your blood and saliva sweet on his tongue.
âFuck,â he breathes.He lips are on yours, rougher this time, the cut on your lip opening again and bleeding, mixing into both of your mouths. âDid you always taste this good?âÂ
You giggle in response, a sound he missed dearly.Â
âIâm serious,â Nanami pants. âI feel like I canât think straight just from kissing you.â He grinds his hips into yours, evidence of his need rubbing against your center. âDo you have any idea how badly Iâve wanted this again? How badly Iâve wanted to see you, to hold you, to touch you, to tâ?â
He catches himself, not wanting to beat a dead horse.
âTaste me?â You whisper, fill in the gap, humor in your tone.Â
Well, it does come with the territory, he supposes.
âThat, too.â
Your fingers play with the short blonde locks sitting at the nape of Nanamiâs neck, staring up at him and it reminds him of the domesticity you used to have. Reminds him of those little moments in between the busyness of your lives. âI have some idea,â you sigh as Nanami dips his head down to kiss along your jawline, down your neck. âYou did stalk me for months, after all.â
He hums against your skin, acknowledging the fact. His lips drag along as he finds the spot that calls to him, and when he presses a light peck to the place where he can see your pulse fluttering, you gasp, fingers tightening in his hair. This was always the part you sort of dreaded, he recalls. And it was also the part you both were most excited for.
âCan I?â Nanami pleads, rubbing his nose along your pulsepoint and inhaling deeply. Your scent has changed, the anticipation and little bit of fear in your blood evident to him. So he presses another kiss, sweet and soothing to your neck again in hopes to calm you. He hopes the answer is a resounding yes, that youâll let him do this one last time before you leave him for who knows how long.
Heâs certain heâll die right in this spot if you say no.
But your hand glides along his arm, until your fingers wrap around his. You guide his hand to the waistband of your pants, his fingers just barely beneath the fabric, and Nanami groans eagerly.
âHave me,â you whisper, whimpering quietly when Nanami runs his tongue along that spot. âI want you to.â
Nanamiâs nostrils flare, the rapid rhythm of your pulse pounding beneath his tongue sending him into overdrive. If heâs being honest, this is his favorite part. Perhaps he gets off on the small bit of fear you exude just before this. He canât help it. Itâs instinct for him.
His hand slips between your bodies, into your pants as you loop your both arms around his neck. The feeling of your dripping core makes his cock throb within the confine of his own pants. But he can take care of that later. Right now, he only sees (and hears, and smells) you. He inhales deeply once more, kissing along your jaw once more until he reaches your lips. His lips slot against yours, needy and hungry until he has to force himself to break away in case he loses control again. Heâs back at the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, right where your pulse beats wildly beneath your skin.
âIt may hurt,â he warns, but itâs only to make himself feel better, really. Youâre aware of the pain, having experienced it many times before. And still, even with the bit of pleasure it gives him, Nanami feels a little guilty about it.
âItâs okay. I can take it,â you assure him softly.
Of course you can, his sweet love. You would let Nanami do this time and time again if he asked, would you? And this is what Nanami remembers. How pliant you become when heâs got you like this. So eager to give him whatever he asks for.Â
How will he live without you?
Nanami groans, low and rough against your neck, murmuring about how much heâll miss you, how he loves you, how youâre so perfect for him and heâd rather die than to have another take your spot in his world. All the romantic words heâs been hoping to say fall from his lips, and he can hear from the way your heart drums against your ribcage that youâre feeling the effects of his words. He means every one of them, he hopes you know.Â
His lips brush against your skin, presses one last, sweet kiss to the spot, murmuring, âI love you,â while his fingers run through your slick folds. Your legs tremble as Nanamiâs rough fingers rub tight and slow circles on your clit. Your hands have found his shoulders, bunching the fabric of his shirt as you hang on. Every curse and moan from your lips is music to Nanamiâs ears, only making him harder, more desperate to hear you make more of those noises.
He keeps his ministrations going, slipping forward until he has a single finger positioned at your entrance. He pushes in gently, just barely enough to garner a reaction, but your mouth still falls open with a soft gasp.
âSo tight, so sensitive still,â he speaks, muffled against your neck.
Nanamiâs tongue runs along your pulse, mouth opening slightly so that his lips lift and pull back. His canines push forward from his gums, exposing the long set of sharp fangs that have been screaming to be let loose. The relief he feels at finally being able to freely expose the long canines has Nanami letting out a strangled groan, murmuring an âI love youâ just one more time before heâs slowly sinking his fangs into you at the exact moment he adds a finger to your entrance, pushing in and stretching your walls. His eyes roll to the back of head immediately, the thick and warm liquid filling his mouth, and he consumes everything youâre willing to offer.
Itâs no wonder Nanami felt the need to follow you from the moment youâd left him. There is something completely addicting about you, something that doesnât simply satisfy his hunger and cravings, but so much more.Â
Your teeth bite down on your lip, an attempt to not scream at the sharp pain. Your hands squeeze hard, the discomfort running through your entire body. And Nanami squeezes you, too, one hand holding onto your waist for dear life, for something that will tether him to this moment here and now with you. Because he doesnât want to lose control, doesnât want to hurt you any more than he already is.Â
Your eyes are closed tight, mind reeling with the intense pain and ecstasy youâre feeling while Nanami drains you, simultaneously pumping his fingers into you, and you quickly find yourself overcome with pleasure. Your quiet gasps and moans of pain turn to quiet gasps and moans of bliss, and the iron grip you had on Nanami eases.
He drinks from you like he hasnât fed in days, and it has your head spinning, the quick depletion of your blood making your legs shake. It doesnât help that Nanamiâs fingers are picking up speed, reaching the place that makes you whine and beg for more, the lewd sound of your wetness mixed with both your muffled moans filling the space of this disgusting alley.Â
You havenât fucked anyone since you left him all those months ago, and now youâre remembering why.
Thereâs not much Nanami needs to do to quickly have you unraveling beneath him. Be it his mouth, his hands, his cock, he knows exactly what to do to make you come undone. Youâre not shocked at all when Nanami presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing delicious circles on it, and your walls squeeze down on his thick fingers just as he bites down on your neck a little harder. Then he messily breaks his hold on you with a sharp intake of breath, standing tall and looming over your form so he can have a front row seat to your orgasm crashing over you suddenly.
Your lips fall open, a loud cry threatening to burst from your chest. But Nanamiâs lips find yours, silencing you when his tongue immediately enters your mouth so that you can taste yourself on him. You moan, the taste of metallic heavy between you as you ride out your high on Nanamiâs thick fingers.
Youâre like this for a while, kissing lazily as Nanami pumps into you. When youâve finally come down from your high, Nanami slips out of you easily, not wasting any time before heâs putting his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. You can just make out the dried blood staining around his mouth and his chin, and you wonder if you share a similar look.
Itâs strange to taste your own blood, youâve always thought so, but itâs not bad. Not when itâs Nanami youâre sharing it with. Not when itâs with someone you love.
You gaze up at the man you feel you canât live without, but know you must in order to truly find yourself, your happiness, and your heart races. How could you have ever thought youâd be able to live a normal life after leaving him? How could you have given up this love you strongly share? Could you truly leave him here alone for the next few years?Â
You donât have the answers, but you know you canât go back on what youâve planned for your future. You need this, and he knows it. But it doesnât mean you canât enjoy this bit of time you have together. You were stupid to think you could cut and run. You donât want to be away from him.
âCan we take this back to your place?â You whisper, pulling Nanami down for another kiss, softer this time, teasing almost. You press a palm to his groin where you feel his desire for you, and Nanami grunts at your touch. âI want to spend every second with you before I go.â
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GENRE: angst with a fluffy ending, chan not realising/ignoring that the reader is sick, sick reader, caring for you, Noway I'd forgive him wihtout some major grovelling tbf though
PAIRING: Chan x Fem!Reader
â€Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024
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For days this headache had been brewing for you, it had started as nothing more than a dull pain in the front of your head but as time went on it continued to get worse and worse until you could barely stand it anymore. Youâd called in sick to work for days now and it was getting to the point where your boss was beginning to get annoyed with you for it, not that you could help it when your body decided to make you ill though.
Normally you werenât the type to let some sort of bug or flu keep you down but this one seemed to be knocking you down again and again and it was a struggle for you to even keep your eyes open. It was hard for you to even go to the bathroom without feeling so light-headed you were going to fall so you held onto the walls whenever you walked.
âChannie?â You coughed out as you heard him getting up, or getting in you werenât entirely sure what time it was since the blackout curtains were still drawn shut keeping everything out. It was the only thing keeping your headache somewhat muted at this point and you were doing everything to keep any form of light out of your way. Your phone hadnât been turned on since yesterday and you were laid in complete darkness, something that seemed to be helping you an awful lot lately.
âWhat are you doing in bed?â Chan grumbled a little harshly as he made his way over the windows throwing the curtains open and blinding you instantly as you let out a choked whine.Â
âIâm sick.â You grumbled pulling the sheets over your head but it was as though heâd not heard you as he grabbed his bag and pulled his laptop free from his bag. You knew heâd been working harder than usual lately since their new album was dropping any second but this was somehow different to any other comeback stress youâd seen your boyfriend under.
Heâd barely had time to look away from the screen to eat, let alone look at you and see the state that you were in and you didn't hate him for it. The two of you had an understanding that when he was so busy you weren't going to hear from him much, but knowing he was alive and eating was enough for you when he was in comeback mode.Â
But it annoyed you as to why he was asking why you were home, youâd told him all week that you hadnât been feeling well, texting him that you were home and for him to be quiet when he came in but all of the notifications were read but never replied to. Hell, you'd even asked him to pick you up some cold patches and he had. Had he forgotten you were sick that quickly?
You didnât take it to heart since you knew he was busy but it started to grate you that he didnât even act as though he cared that you were so sick. Not that you were doing it to gain his attention but to know your boyfriend cared wasn't too much to ask, was it?
Chan mumbled something you didnât quite hear before slipping his headphones onto his head and starting to work on his laptop, you slowly peeked out from under the blankets and groaned as the sun felt like it was burning your eyes into raisins.Â
âFuck,â You grumbled reaching to the bedside cabinet for the sunglasses youâd kept nearby for when you had to venture to the bathroom and you slid them on slowly standing up. The clock on the wall said it was almost nine which meant you were once again not going to work and you needed to phone your boss.
âHave you seen my phone?â You mumbled out, searching around the bed for when you last saw it but it was nowhere in sight and it wasnât even on the bedside cabinet either. You could have sworn you left it near you last night for when you were eventually going to need to use it again.
âChannie?â You asked out before tapping his shoulder and a very annoyed-looking Chan turned to look at you. There were bags under his eyes and you could bet he hadn't slept the night before,
âWhat?!â He bit out, staring at you and waiting impatiently for you to ask him whatever it was.
âHave you seen my phone? I need to call in sick.â You didnât even react to his angry voice, you didnât have the energy to.
âYouâre calling in sick again?â Disbelief masked his tone as he turned his head back to look at the screen,
âI can barely move without feeling dizzy and I have this giant headache,â You groaned rubbing your temples a little before Chan pulled his headphones over his head.
Maybe he somehow thought you werenât going to hear him but the next sentence made your heart break into a million tiny pieces,
âYou need to get over yourself, there are people worse off that are still going to work.â At this point, between him not even acknowledging that you were sick and his words it felt as though your heart had just been put through a paper shredder and you didnât know what to do with yourself.
The response you had for him died in your throat when you saw him going straight back to working on his project. Somewhere inside of you, you knew that he was just acting out of stress but it didnât stop the achingness you were now feeling inside of you. And maybe he was right? People did go to work when they were sick but youâd never been one of those people, you could barely function when a migraine came on and you would always take time off to start trying to feel better.Â
So instead of phoning in sick you moved to the wardrobe very shakily, changed into some work clothes and carefully made your way out of the house and into the street. With how dizzy you were feeling you grabbed a cab not wanting to put anyone else or yourself in danger if you were to drive to work.
After a few hours of working in his room, Chan finally slipped off his headphones and smiled to himself pretty proud of how everything had come together. It was done and it was good, perfect even but he would never admit that. Everything was composed and edited and ready to be put into an album for review with the company and he couldnât have been any happier with how it had gone. Now all he wanted to do was celebrate with you, go out and grab some food and then come back and do nothing for a few days since he would have some time off.
âYn?! I finished, do you wanna go out and grab some food?â He called out as he walked out of the bedroom expecting to find you on the sofa but the house was quiet and cold and you were nowhere in sight.Â
âYn?â He tapped on the bathroom door before opening it and finding it empty and panic began to wash over him, if you werenât in the house where were you? You should have finished work hours ago and been home long before now. Sprinting back to your shared room he grabbed his phone to check where you were and he had missed calls from unknown numbers and a few from the boys. But there was a blinking voicemail at the top of his screen.
âHello Mr Bang, this is Doctor Kush from Seoul General Hospital, we have Miss Yln here and youâre listed as her emergency contact, please contact us again on this number.â Dread began to crush Chan like a ton of bricks and he tried calling your phone only it was going straight to voicemail, next he was calling the boys who appeared to be ignoring his calls.Â
âIâm fine Lix,â You hissed trying to get out of the hospital bed but his hands kept pushing you back to lie down on the bed shaking his head at you. You'd wished they'd not called anyone but you'd been out cold so you couldn't tell them not to call anyone for you.
âI need to go to work, Iâm fine.â It was a lie and you knew it but the words Chan had said to you kept bouncing around in your head and you couldnât stop them. In a sick twisted way, your head was telling you to prove him right, that you could go it and go to work when you were sick and you couldnât see just how wrong he was.
âI will ask them to sedate you if you donât lay down right now.â Felixâs voice was stern and you stared at him with his unblinking eyes and knew that he was serious with his threat.
âWhat were you even thinking going to work?â after the hospital couldnât get hold of Chan theyâd called your second emergency contact in your phone which happened to be Felix who was a little overprotective of you. The two of you were close with one another and had been ever since you'd started dating Chan he was like a brother to you and you adored the relationship you had with him.
âI thought I felt better.â Felix didnât believe it for one second as he noticed your top lip twitch and your nose wriggle, a clear sign that you were lying to him.
âAnd the real reason?â Felix stared at you and the two of you failed to notice that Chan was standing at the door and panting heavily out of breath. He'd been running from the car park and up the stairs since the elevators were taking too long for him to even get inside.
âThere are people worse off than me that still go to work, so I should get over it and go.â The words drove a knife through Chanâs chest, almost as much as seeing you hooked up to an IV did and he felt as though he was going to throw up.
He hadnât expected you to hear him and he didnât even know why heâd said it to you, it wasnât as though heâd meant it - not to you at least, never to you.Â
Of all people, Chan knew just how bad your migraines got to you but heâd just been so stressed with work and heâd been hearing people complain about how sick they were, too sick to help him edit the album and he snapped. It was wrong and he was going to make it up to you every second of every day for the rest of his life if you let him.
âYn, Iâm sorry.â You and Felixâs heads snapped in his direction and you quickly looked down at your hands on the bed, you didn't want to face him right now or for a while at least. It pained you to think of everything he'd said back at home,
âWhat happened?â Chan asked you but you refused to even look at him so Felix stepped in, clearing his throat as he told Chan everything that the doctors had told him.
âShe passed out at work and fell down a flight of stairs,â Felix explained and you grimaced a little. You'd just made it inside the building and got to your floor before passing out, part of you was thankful it wasn't in the street since that would have been even more embarrassing.Â
âWhat?!â Chan's eyes widened as he stared at you, searching for any signs of broken bones or injuries but you were just laid in bed with an IV in your arm.
âSheâs fine, her migraine is worse so they're treating her with acetaminophen and she has a sprained ankle but it could have been a lot worse.â It could have been, Right now you would have given anything to still be passed out so you didnât have to face Chan but you knew it was inevitable.
âIâll give you some time alone.â The door to your room slid shut and you slowly looked up to see your boyfriend looking at you with tears in his eyes.
âIâm sorry-â Chan tried to say but you didn't want to hear it,
âSave it.â You hissed out, staring at him as he shook his head as if he was trying to find the words to say.
âBut I am, Iâve just been-â
âStressed?â You finished with a scoff, you wanted to shake your head but any movement you made honestly made you feel as though you were going to fall over again.Â
âIâve heard the same excuse time and time again Chan and itâs getting harder for me to forgive every time,â Your voice cracked as you got the words out and Chan sat on the chair beside your bed, holding your hand in his as he ran his fingers over your skin.
âI was spiteful and rude. I took out my anger from everyone else on you and itâs not fair.â He admitted,
âTrue.â You mumbled as he lifted your hand to his lips and softly placed a kiss on your skin, smiling weakly as he thought about it. There were going to be no words he could even express to tell you how sorry he was,
âEveryone at work had been calling in sick when they were fine and I just snapped. It was wrong and nasty but I just-â
âLet the dame break and I was collateral damage?â You mumbled bitterly before looking at him and he nodded at you slowly.
âAnd I will do everything I can to make it up to you.â You smirked a little at the thought of what you could get out of him and he watched you closely,
âSpoiler for the new album?â
âAnything but that.â He groaned, you knew he would never be allowed to no matter how much you begged.
âTake me home?â You knew he was sorry for what heâd said and it was still going to take a while before you got over it but all you wanted right now was to go home and be in his arms.
âIâll talk to your doctor.â He whispered before gently kissing the top of your head and walking out of the room to go and find someone who knew your case.
Since coming home from the hospital Chan had been a completely different person toward you, work was wiped completely from his mind and he had been caring for you every second of the day. The night you'd come home from the hospital he'd run you a bath but used a baby thermometer to check that the water wasn't too hot for you to get into and wouldn't let you bathe alone.
The whole time he'd been there, he'd washed your body for you and helped make sure your hair didn't get wet. After that, he'd taken you to bed where he got you a warm hot water bottle to place on your ankle and changed it to ice whenever he needed to.
Now was no different, besides the fact that you felt completely fine and well enough to go back to your normal day-to-day business.
âYou know I feel fine now right?â You asked as Chan tucked you into a blanket on the sofa and placed a hot drink on the table that was within arm's reach of you.Â
âI just want to make sure.â He mumbled as he pushed play on your comfort film and went to go and get his own hot drink.
âChan, the doctor gave me the all-clear four days ago.â you reminded him but he pouted at you in response making you giggle at him. You knew he was sorry for the way he had treated you and this was one of the only ways he was able to make it up to you so you were doing your best to let him.
âI love you,â You told him as he cuddled up under the blanket with you, holding your hand before squeezing it softly.
âI love you too.â He whispered, holding you close to him not wanting to let you go for even a second.
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the devil i know
chapter one: god you've got the blackest eyes
(repost)
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pairing(s): crossroads demon!eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: To summon a demon at a crossroads, simply cast a circle, make an offering, and recite an incantation. What happens from that point on is subject to your desire⊠and the demonâs.
cw: explicit, smut, dubcon elements, making a deal with a demon, inspired by american and european folklore, sacrilegious themes, horror, witch!reader, reader is 21+ in modern day, eddie is immortal, coercion (a bit), sex pact, marking, possessive behavior, animal death, trauma, reader is ostracized by her very religious hometown, dark comedy, tfw your accidental boyfriend is a demon who is obsessed with you bc he doesnât know how to be normal about anything ever, dead dove: do not eat
please check masterlist and individual parts for content warnings before reading. this fic contains dark themes. your media consumption is your own responsibility.
a/n: Hi folks, for the month of October this year I'm going to be reuploading all the chapters of this fic onto tumblr, this time hopefully for good. I apologize for the time that it's been taken down. Genuinely, this fic has garnered so much kindness and support and I think of it as one of my biggest accomplishments. I hope you all enjoy it just as much the second time around as the first.
ALL OF MY WORKS ARE 18+ MINORS DNI
Through me you pass into the city of woe, Through me you pass into eternal pain, Through me you pass among forsaken people. Justice moved my exalted creator; I was wrought by divine power, Supreme wisdom, and primal love. Before me all things created were eternal, And eternal I endure. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here. -Dante Alighieri, The Inferno, Canto III
The book youâve used for ages now, since late in your junior year of high school, has only one page in it that you havenât utilized. You donât know how much faith to put in itâ youâre a little short on faith, these daysâ but, the spellbook lays it out simply, so you follow its directions to the letter.Â
To summon a demon at a crossroads, go to a place where two paths meet on the dark moon. You find peace and quiet in the woods, deep where you know no one walks at night but two paths cross in a small clearing banked with trees. Itâs your favorite place to go when you want to do a spellâ ritualâ and you donât want to be bothered. The whole thing canât be more than twenty feet across. Above the overhang of trees, thereâs no moon in the sky, only stars.
Cast a circle of protection. That took more research than just the book in your hands, but years of collecting information have given you learned knowledgeâ there are a million ways to cast a circle, and different circles for different purposes. You do your best to create one for protection. You draw a literal circle in the dirt with a stick, fill it with salt, and walk around the circle three times clockwise to cast it. You light candles to give yourself some light, and to free up your hands of the flashlight you carried to see your way through the woods.Â
Make an offering of copper. Your hand pauses on the copper dog tag in your hand. Youâd thought of just offering a penny, but you remembered reading somewhere that pennies barely contain copper anymore, and you didnât have anything else that was entirely made of the one metal.Â
You run your finger over the embossed name on it. Lacey. Your petâs old collar feels heavy in your hand as you remove the tag from the leather strap and bury it in the earth, you guess, to reach the⊠Underworld? Hell? You canât honestly say, considering the text youâre referencing only calls it the Otherworld.
Itâs a big sacrifice. Itâs personal. But, you guess, that gives it more meaning. Making a deal is personal business, and you have your reasons.
Recite the summoning incantation. A stanza of words you donât understand. You donât think itâs in Latin, but you try your best, all the same. You read them from the book before you, and feel your blood rushing in your veins as you do.
State your desire out loud in a clear voice. Well, thatâs a little more difficult. What is it that you want?
You take a breath, go to speak, and then stop. You donât know how to start. You donât know exactly how to describe your pain. You donât know how to voice your anger well enough, you just know you need to⊠you need to get it out, somehow. This is a very crucial step in the ritual, you have to do it.
âI came here to make a deal,â you speak frankly, clearly. âIâm prepared to do anything. Iâve run out of options. Iâve been hurt too many times, by too many people who didnât care what they did to me. Iâve lost everything I genuinely loved. Iâm⊠Iâm angry, and desperate, and Iâm frightened. And I feel so alone. Itâs eating me alive, and I just⊠I just want the ability to make things go my way, for once.â Good enough, you hope.
Wait for an answer.
You do. You listen intently, to the song of the leaves in the trees rustling in the slight breeze, to the crickets chirping in the grass. You wait long enough that you start to rethink your approach.Â
It could be that things will turn around if you just wait another month, or another month after that. Maybe youâll get the car back. Maybe youâll get the promotion that was given to the newbie that you trained. Maybe your ex will stop coming around your work to intimidate you. Maybe youâll get a new dog to take the place of the one that he killed. Maybe the evangelical town you live in will stop shunning you and calling you a witch, like something out of the middle ages.
Unlikely, that last one.
Just when you swear itâs a failure, that you should just pack up and leave, thatâs when a strong gust of wind rips through the clearing out of nowhere. The candles blow outâ and then, oddly enough, relight themselves. Thereâs a slight scent of smoke on the breeze, and you look around to make sure none of the candles fell over in the wind.
Theyâre all perfectly fine. Thereâs nothing amiss, it seems, until you hear a cough and movement across the clearing. You look forward, and see a pair of black combat boots in the stream of light from your flashlight. You follow the boots up to a pair of legs, clad in dark jeans, and then further up, to a torso, and a head, and a pair of sparkling eyes.
âHi.â
You stare at him, probably looking like a fish out of water with the way your mouth opens and closes. Youâd fully expected the traditional scary depiction of a demonâ maybe horns, goat hooves, et cetera. But the man that answered your call is⊠just a man. A pretty one. He has long, curly hair, which falls over his broad shoulders and stirs in the wind. His plush lips curve up in a relaxed, cocky smile, as he takes in the sight of you in return.Â
He quirks an eyebrow at you. âAre you just gonna stare at me all night?âÂ
âSorry, hi. Hello.â You shake your head. âCan you believe I honestly thought Iâve been doing it wrong this whole time?âÂ
âI can believe a lot of things. You know, thereâs a reason why the demon summoning ritual is first in that book.â His voice is soft and resonant. You get a mental image of heat waves radiating from tar-black and glowing magma, rolling slowly over lava beds. The image disappears just as soon as it flashes into your mind.
âWell, to be completely honest, I wasnât sure how I felt about making a deal with a demon first thing,â you explain, looking away shyly. âBut Iâve tried all the spells in this book and not a single one of them worked. Just seems like everything is getting worse all the time.â
He doesnât look awayâ rather, he keeps staring at you, unblinkingly. Like youâre the most fascinating creature heâs ever seen. He leans up against the tree that he appeared beside, his leather jacket falling open to reveal a shirt with a demonâs head on it. Fitting. He takes a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket.Â
âSo, now you wanna make a deal with little olâ me, huh?â He grins, a gorgeous smile that flashes bright, sharp teeth at you. He lifts a cigarette to his mouth and bites it gently between his teeth. He doesnât pull out a lighter. Instead, you watch him light up with a small flame that erupts from the tip of his thumb.Â
âDepends on who you are,â you retort, eyes following the movement of his hands. Theyâre weighed down by large, silver rings that reflect the light of the flame before it snuffs out. âWhatâs your name?â
He makes a short noise in his throat, shaking his head abruptly. He doesnât look nearly as intimidating as you feel he shouldâ more like heâs trying to warn you against something you donât want. He peers at you from beneath his wavy bangs as he pulls the cigarette from his mouth and uses it to point at you. âNames are really powerful things where I come from, babydoll. Best not to bite off more than you can chew yet. Once we cut a dealâ thatâs when you get my name.â
You make a face as you mull that over. âSo what do I call you, in the meantime? Demon daddy?âÂ
âYou could,â he chuckles. The demon rocks to the side, crossing his legs at the ankles. âIf you really wanted to. I wouldnât mind, itâs flattering.âÂ
You grunt. âI think Iâll pass on that, actually.â He tilts his head with a sicker, watching you with an amused smile while you shift in place. âSo, do Iâ I mean, you need to know what I want, right? Is that how this starts?â
âNo, I know what you want.â He exhales a stream of smoke from his nostrils. âYou want power. To get a fair shake, find your place, change your life. Defend yourself against the assholes making that life, well. A living hell.â As he spits out the words, his voice rings sharp through the trees, like the strike of a hammer on glowing metal, shooting sparks off into the air.Â
âI want to take all this pain and just⊠return to sender. Give it back to them, yâknow? I never wanted any of it,â you justify. Your voice is too small in comparison with his. âMaybe then Iâll be able to fucking breathe.â
For how little space you allow yourself to take up, he seems to consume the rest of it. He nods slowly. âThatâs a fair request, sweetheart.â
âItâs selfish, I know.â
âMaking a deal for power is inherently a selfish thing,â he shrugs. âOwn it. Iâm certainly not judging.â
You let out a shaky breath. Youâre still so nervous, being so near himâ ten feet away and growing closer every second, it seems, even though neither of you have moved. You feel like, no matter how far you pull back, the flow of fiery lava he seems to embody will keep creeping towards you until youâre burned alive.
His dark eyes glow like coals in the night as he looks you up and down, and then he quickly pushes himself away from the tree. You startle at the abrupt movement, and watch as he swings around it like Gene Kelly on a lamp post.Â
When he rounds the tree, he uses the momentum to throw himself toward your circle. You flinch, and he frowns, but continues moving toward you at a slower pace, holding his hands out innocently. âWanna know a secret? About how all this,â he twirls a finger in the air, indicating the ritual youâre in the middle of, âworks?â
You nod, gazing up at him shyly. If you felt at all powerful while casting the circle and starting the ritual, heâs managed to take the wind out of your sails. You can feel the power radiating off of him in waves.
He smirks at you. âYou make your petitionâ when you say the words in that little book,â he points at the volume at your feet, âand that petition is answered by whichever demon caters most to that desire.â He points at himself emphatically, his eyebrows raised. âMe? Infernal majesty of freaks and misfits. Iâm your demon daddy.â
You finally giggle, and it makes him smile fondly, like thatâs what heâd been gunning for all along. He backs up a step and puffs his cigarette.Â
âIâm here to help you, sweetheart.â He regards you for a second, like heâs thinking things over. âThat is, as long as you agree to my terms.â
âTerms?â You echo, but you were sort of expecting that. Nothing for nothing, right? âWhat are the terms?â
âAh, theyâre simple. Very traditional,â he waves his hand like itâs frivolous. He holds his hand out in midair, and just like how heâd conjured the flames, he produces a weathered book. It looks like a composition book that has scribbles and doodles all over the front of itâ the same demon head that adorns his shirt. âYou sign your name with your blood in my little black book, you hop on one foot with your hand on your head and pledge your undying fealty to the dark lord Kthulu, and then you meet me on the sabbath to kill a child and make them into soup.âÂ
He smiles, fluttering his eyelashes at you innocently.Â
âAre you fucking serious?â You blurt.Â
âOf course Iâm not fucking seriousâ what is this, the dark ages?â He snorts as he lowers the composition book. âNah, we donât do human sacrifice on the sabbath anymore, it was getting too difficult to evade the witch hunters.â
âWhat?â
âNothing.â He flashes you a disarming grin. You can feel yourself halfway smirking as well, incredulous but somehow enjoying his humor. Then he shakes his head and says, seriously, âNo, you do have to sign my book, though. And then meet me back here on the full moon to fuck.â
You blink at him, reeling from the whiplash of that. âYou⊠Iâm sorry?â
âI find it best not to sugarcoat it, yâknow.â He shrugs, âThink of this as a marriage, of sorts. I give you the power to smite thine enemies, live deliciously, blah blah blah, and then you meet me at the crossroads every full moon to be my whore and we fuck like bunnies all night. Simple as that.â
âThatâs far from simple.â
âIt doesnât have to be monogamous, if thatâs what youâre worried about,â he continues frankly, âexcept on the full moon. I wonât compromise about thatâ youâll be all mine, and Iâm all yours. No takesies backsies.â
âNoâ thatâs notââ You exhale, holding your hands over your eyes. âIâm just⊠not promiscuous like thatâŠâ
âSweetheart.â He waits until youâve lowered your hands to look at him, and he hums, with a saccharine smile that reminds you of the power youâd felt sweep through the clearing when he arrived. âYou wonât be the first good girl Iâve broken, and you wonât be the last. If youâre worried about promiscuity, well⊠I answered your petition. I know what goes on in that pretty head, and it barely scratches the surface of what Iâve seen and done.âÂ
The toe of his boot barely nudges the edge of your circle, and a spark crackles in the dark from the impact. The light dances in his eyes longer than it remains in the air, like they caught the spark and ignited.Â
âTrust me,â he says, drawing you in with the low register of his voice. âI can give you more than power. I can give you protection. I can give you real happiness. Karmaâs a fucking bitch, so I can be, too. This is just such a little thing in return. And who knows⊠you may even like it.â
You shiver at that, even though his presence feels hot, like his stream of lava is surrounding you, crowding you in, boiling you where you stand. Heâs rightâ you absolutely might like it.Â
Because thereâs just something magnetic between you, isnât there? You can sense it, more than any heat and any sort of primal fear you might have instinctively at his presence. Thereâs a certain pull you feel toward him, emanating even through the salt barrier on the ground.Â
You want to wrap yourself in him. Boil you alive, burn you to a crisp, destroy youâ you donât care.
âOr⊠is it that you donât like this body?â He wonders aloud, striding backward two steps. He turns, his hand lifting his seemingly ever-burning cigarette to his lips. âFiguresâ yâknow, I can be anything you want me to be, babydoll.â
Confused, you watch as he transforms in front of you. In the length of two steps while he paces across the clearing, his face and body stretches and contorts, until youâre not staring at the same visage anymore. He stops, and he turns to you with his palms up, like heâs waiting for your approval.Â
Youâre looking at Tom fucking Cruise.Â
âOh, no, absolutely not,â you shake your head vehemently, scowling. You wave your hands demandingly, âPut it back. You were so hot beforeâ please, please go back to the way you were.â
The demon grins and turns his head, throwing the cigarette away. His hair grows back to its previous length, his face morphing as if made of clay until you meet the same pretty smile youâve come to enjoy looking at.Â
He chuckles, grabbing a lock of his hair and drawing it across his lips. âYou think Iâm hot?â
âOf course,â you murmur, but you know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he can hear it. His eyes are embers, blazing at you from beneath his bangs. âIs that what you normally look like? Is that your true form?â
He makes an iffy sound. âItâs what I looked like when I was human. My true form has more horns and unhinged jaws and claws and all that. You wouldnât like it.â
âI thought you said you could read my mind. Do you know how much monster porn Iâve consumed? Thatâs hot as shit to me,â you argue, and he snaps his head towards you in surprise. You point at yourself. âFreak and misfit.â
He laughs, and it sounds like the roaring of an out of control fire, burning up everything in its path. He kicks his heel on the ground and steps up to your circle again. âI like you, baby. I really do. What do you say?â
âHow do I know that I can trust you?â you ask, an annoying lump forming in your throat with the question. Youâve been burned before by people far less powerful than this demon, yet who still hold so much power over you. However much they have.
âYou canât,â he answers, more honestly than most would. He tilts his head with a crooked smile. âNot to get all preachy on you, but even if I wasnât a demon⊠trust is built, not a given. âThe devil you know,â right? Better than the one that you donât.â
âYeah,â you agree, your voice coming out breathy and winded the longer you gaze up into his eyes.
âTrust me to be⊠intense, I guess,â he shrugs. âAnd probably impulsive. But Iâll always deliver on our deal. Be my witch, my wife, my whoreâ whatever you want to call it, but be mine. I think weâll have so much fun together.â
âYeah, I thinkâ I think I will.â Youâre nodding, and his smile grows with yours. âI want to.â
âLet me in, sweetheart.â
Your toe scuffs the boundary on the ground, breaking the circle. Immediately, your senses are assaulted by smoke, not just the tobacco heâs been smoking but the scent of a wildfire, of cities burned to ashes, of desolation and destruction and pyroclastic flow and roaring, exploding volcanoes.Â
Your demon crosses the line youâd drawn on the ground with ease, producing the worn composition book in his hand again. The cover reads Hellfire Club in chicken scratch handwriting.Â
âAre there others?â You ask, prompted by the word Club on the front as he flips open the book to a middle page. An agreement is already written out in red ink. âDo you have more than one, umâŠâ
âConsort?â He whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise on your skin, and your stomach flutters. âNot for a long time. Iâm very picky about my partners. They have to be just as much of a freak as I am.â
Your heart thumps loudly in your chest, although the admission makes you feel⊠better, in a way. You squint in the dark, but with the exception of the candles around your circle, thereâs nothing to allow you to properly read whatâs written on the page.Â
He sighs, shifting on his feet beside you. âAre you one of those people whoâll read the whole contract?â
âAbsolutely I am,â you hum. The book feels heavier in your hands than it should. âCan you give me a light?â
âJesus Christ.â He produces a flame from his forefinger just as you turn to give him a confused look.Â
âShouldnât you, like⊠evaporate after saying that?â
In the yellow glow of the flame, he just blinks at you, looking amused. âThings arenât as black and white as you think they are, believe me.â
You snatch his wrist and yank his arm closer to the page. His body collides with yours, and he grunts in your ear as he wraps his other arm around you, embracing you from behind. Youâre engulfed in the scent of smoke and the heat of his flames, impossibly hot and comforting all the same.Â
His hair brushes your shoulder as you read his contract. Itâs just a few lines, but the weight they hold will seal your fate.Â
The agreement made this night of the dark moon shall henceforth be enacted from the signing of this document, that hereby renders the human partyâs soul bound to the infernal party. Witness that the first party must appear before the second party each full moon to lay in matrimonial fashion, and that in return the first party shall be protected and given the powers of the second from here until the humanâs mortal passing.Â
âAww, thatâs sweet,â you coo, tracing the red ink with your fingers.Â
The demon over your shoulder rolls his eyes. âItâs a fucking pre-nup.â
âDoesnât seem like a fair trade, though, does it?â You murmur. âI mean, I get the power to change my circumstances and you getâ whatâ sex once a month?â
His hand tightens on your waist, and you pause. You turn your head to look at him, and his eyes flicker dangerously, so close to yours. They arenât just glowing coals- this close, you can see the small details. You can see the swirling, the churning of lava within them.
âItâs not just sex, is it?â
âWhat do you think making a deal with a demon entails, sweetheart? Read the fine print.â
You look back at the page. There are no other words on it, save for the ones youâve already read. âI donâtâŠ?â
âItâs your soul, honey,â he mutters, pointing at the word. His mouth is muffled against your shoulder as he peers over it. âI wonât ask anything of you other than the sex, as long as you live. But right now, youâre offering up your soul. And once your life is up, you get to be just like me. Understand?â
âI⊠yeah. I understand.â You let go of his wrist, but pause over the pages of the book. âI donât have anything to sign with.â
Wordlessly, the demon takes your hand. You let him caress your wrist, feeling your pulse with his thumb. Then, before you realize whatâs happening, a sharp sting makes you yelp as he cuts your skin with his pointed thumbnail.Â
He shushes you, letting the blood well up on your skin. âI did say you needed to sign with blood.â
Your voice shakes when you hold your dripping wrist over the page. âI thought you said you were joking.â
âNot about the book. Rules of the trade, I canât change it.â Your blood splatters the notebook, dripping into the crease of the page. Once heâs satisfied, he lifts your wrist to his mouth and closes his lips around the small wound. It heals in a heartbeat.Â
âIs that it, then?â You ask, mesmerized by the sight and feeling of his mouth on your skin. âDonât you have to sign?â
Your demon kisses your wrist gently, his lips soft, inviting. âThis is going to hurt,â he warns, and you nod. The heat of his breath makes your skin tingle, all your nerves on high alert.Â
But then that tingling turns into a burn, that turns into a searing pain. You feel like your skin is on fire, an invisible hot brand held against your wrist. You cry out as he holds you close, letting you bury your face into his neck, holding you up as your knees threaten to buckle.Â
âSuch a good girl,â he murmurs to you as you whimper. He holds your arm as the pain fades into a throbbing ache, cradles your hand against his cheek as he coos into your hair. âYouâre so strong. Not many people can handle my mark, you know. Fate works in funny ways.â
Your demon holds you until you can stand on your own, until your breathing evens out and you can compose yourself. He shushes you quietly, rocking you from side-to-side with a soothing hand stroking your head. Then he holds your face, and kisses your tear stained cheeks. The touch of his lips stokes at flames beneath your skin.
âIâll look forward to our time together, little witch,â he whispers. And with a quick, chaste kiss to your lips, he disappears entirely.Â
You stay in the circle for a while, clutching your throbbing wrist and crying frustrated tears. You wonder if you made the right decision, and yet, you donât understand why you just want him to come back. You miss the comfort of his presence, even if you donât know enough about him to justify it. All he did was hurt your arm and take your blood and kiss away your tears and make you a witch.Â
Itâs too late to go back on your decision now. Thereâs an all-encompassing fire you can feel burning in your veins, emitting from the pulsating wound on your wrist. His power. His fire.Â
You pull your hand away from your wrist to finally inspect the mark that he branded you with, declaring you his in the same chicken scratch that had been on the cover of his book. Itâs small enough that a well placed bracelet would cover it, but you donât know that youâll want to.
Eddie.
Your demonâs name is Eddie.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x reader#tdik!fic#stranger things#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x y/n#demon!eddie#demon!eddie munson#stranger things fanfic#roses*
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I'm a nail technician and here's a big list of headcanons about the kinds of clients the TOS Enterprise crew would be!
Kirk:
-shows up on time for appointment but sometimes has to cancel super last minute.
-doesn't bite his nails but picks at them and his cuticles. not enough to bleed or anything but enough that most of his appointment is cuticle work.
- "Cut them short" my guy there's no free edge.
- holds still, uses arm rest appropriately, doesn't stiffen his hands. no polish, just buffed smooth. jokes every time that next time maybe he'll go with a hot pink.
-asks a lot of questions and chats at the beginning of the appointment but ends up getting a little bored by the end.
-always tips very well but doesn't rebook, he'll call you.
Spock:
-doesn't make appointments, just shows up sometimes on slow days and asks to use certain supplies.
-does his own nails and keeps them very nice and neat. nail beds to die for. Nails grow very fast.
-On occasion has been talked into a dark polish and will let someone else do that for him (he's not very good at the application).
-sits a little too stiffly like he's concentrating. speaks when spoken to. doesn't linger long, the smell gives him a headache.
-doesn't tip but youâre not sure if he knows heâs supposed to.
McCoy:
-calls and asks if thereâs time for a walk in then shows up later than he tells you but usually has a good excuse.
-Hands are dry as hell from washing them a lot. Worst, driest cuticles. Always gets a split on the edge of his pointer finger.
-Sits too far away from the table, at an angle, hunched, wrists on the armrest and elbows locked. Has to be asked to scoot arms forward a million times.
-Is annoying to work on technically, but fun to chat with. Always turns into a complaint session but in the best way. Wants to know the drama in your life and gives opinions.
- Closes eyes and tries not to doze off during the hand massage. Wipes off all the lotion that he desperately needs.
-Tips alright and always says heâll come back soon but you know itâll be another 4 months.
Uhura:
-has a standing appointment every 3 weeks and is never late, sometimes sheâll bring you a drink and apologizes when she doesnât.
-Did her own nails for a long time and keeps them well manicured between appointments.
-Will (properly!) remove her own gel polish before appointments to save you the trouble.
- Tends to go for lighter, pearlescent shades. Always asks what you have thatâs new but then picks one of her go-tos.
- Loves to look at nail art but doesnât usually get it.
-Super bubbly during appointments, very patient, sits perfectly. Always enthusiastic about the result and gives lots of praise.
-Tips well and takes business cards to give to people.
Chapel:
-Not really supposed to get her nails done but does anyways. Doesnât have super regular appointments but usually books with Uhura when she does.
-Usually shows up with chipped polish from last time that desperately needed removed 3 weeks ago.
-Gets light/sheer colors.
-Sometimes will book for a gel manicure and then tell you she doesnât actually want polish this time even tho she needs it. Nice nails beds but they are thin and peel a bit without anything on them.
-Apologizes for no reason multiple times. Thanks you as if it were an inconvenience to do her nails?Â
-After a few appointments, she loosens up a bit. Tips decent.
Sulu:
-has gotten his nails done like five times just for fun.
-Keeps them short, not much cuticle work. Why are you here??
- Will get a couple âmasculineâ designs and isnât picky about them. âYou just do whatever you think will look best :) â
-genuinely fun to have as a client but needs some direction on how to sit etc. can talk about anything.
-Didnât tip the first time bc he didnât know and felt bad so he always does, but itâs not much.
Scotty:
-how can one man have so much grease under his nails?
-Has a standing appointment once a month for just a nail trim but should be more like every two weeks.
-Asks questions about nail equipment (UV lamp, e-file, etc).
-Talks a bit during the appointment and then stands around after chatting. Always tips like 2$ but sometimes brings baked goods, etc.
Chekov:
-wanders in with a bruised nail and is like âwhat can you do for thisâ nothing dude.
-Leaves and comes back later to buy a gift certificate to give to a girl.
#this is so long and self-indulgent lmao#this is Not Relatable to anyone#star trek tos#star trek#leonard mccoy#spock#captain james t. kirk#hikaru sulu#nyota uhura#pavel chekov#montgomery scott#christine chapel#my headcanons
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Late Night
Summary: GN!Reader gets a cleaning job working at Wayne Enterprises when a certain billionaire playboy develops an obsession with them. Pairing: Bruce Wayne x GN!Reader WC: 3K Warnings: being watched without knowing, mentions of erections, nothing too serious. Notes:Â Can be read as any batsy youâd like, I personally picture Bale bc Iâm a slut for him <3 This is the first chapter in my new series! I haven't written in a year, so be kind Masterlist
The wind pressed against your sweat slick skin as you stepped into the shadow of Wayne Tower. A shiver rolled down your spine, half caused by the weather and half by the ravenous butterflies in your stomach. Starting a new job is never easy but God, you have never needed a job as much as you need this one.
The renewal of your lease brought a steep increase in rent at the same time as your boss announced he was closing the business. You couldnât really say you were surprised, the bakery was definitely a front for something nefarious, why else would the GCPD come in every other week?
It was a shame, really. You loved working at the bakery, especially during those quiet moments when you could just sit there and watch the world go by. God knows youâll be rushed off your feet now.
Cleaning wasnât your first choice, nor was it your second. Hell, it wasnât even on the list. But you were not in the position to be anything but grateful when your friend mentioned an opening at their work. The hours werenât the best but the pay was surprisingly good.
You walked into the building and were immediately shoved by someone sprinting to the lift. Taking a deep breath, you regained your bearings, straightened your shirt, and headed for security. Youâd been in the building only once, for your interview, but figured youâd need some sort of pass to get into the actual offices.Â
The security man who served you was disarmingly attractive and you couldnât help but blush as he ran his eyes down your figure. His hair was a dirty blonde, pushed back and behind his ears.Â
âFirst day?â
âThat obvious?âÂ
He chuckled, before asking for your name and looking you up on the system. âIâll just call your supervisor, Emily, to come down.âÂ
âThank you.â The two of you fell into an almost awkward silence. âHow, uh, long until your shift finishes?â
âIâm on a morning today, so I finish at 12. How about you?âÂ
âWell, Iâll usually be doing the 4 till 10 shift but they wanted me in earlier today. So, I'll finish around 3.âÂ
âToo bad.âÂ
âWhyâs that?âÂ
âWell, I wouldâve loved to take you out for dinner.â Were your cheeks on fire or was it suddenly just really hot in here? âMaybe itâll have to be lunch instead.â
You opened your mouth to respond but was interrupted by Emily calling your name.Â
âThere you are, Iâve been waiting for you!â
You flashed a sorry smile at him and rushed over to your friend's side.Â
âHey, whatâs that guard's name?â Although you knew he couldnât hear you from here, you still whispered.
You cringed as Emily started to turn back, quickly reaching out and stopping her.
âI think thatâs Russell.â She whispered back, âWhy?â
âHe asked me out on a date.â
âReally?â Well, no more whispering. You simply nodded your head, following her into the lift. âYou donât even have your access pass and youâve got the men drooling. You dirty stop out.âÂ
âI havenât slept with him!â
âYet.â
âIâll be telling HR you called me a slut.â
âHoping theyâll sleep with you too?âÂ
You couldnât help but laugh, pushing her slightly with your shoulder. As the numbers on the lift drew higher, the two of you settled down. Joking with your friend was one thing but you needed people here to take you seriously, even if you were just the cleaner.
âAre the people here nice?â You werenât expecting your voice to sound so⊠small.
Emily looked over at you, affectionately bumping your shoulder. âYeah, most of them are lovely.âÂ
âWhat about the others?â
âFuckable.â
The lift doors opened and filled the floor with the sound of your combined laughter.Â
â-
âAnd down here, you have Mister Wayneâs office.â You followed Emily down the hallway, looking into an office and making eye contact with an older man. You gave him a quick smile and was pleased when he returned it.Â
âThatâs Lucius Fox, heâs really the boss.â
âWhat about Bruce Wayne?âÂ
âWhat about him?â Emily stopped at the front of the last door.
âWell, itâs Wayne Enterprises, isnât it?â
âWhy donât you ask him yourself?â
You couldnât help but gasp as she threw the door open, jumping to apologise to the aforementioned man.Â
Only, he wasnât there.
Emily laughed, walking further into the room. âHeâs hardly here, probably recovering from his drunken nights spent with supermodels.â
You hesitantly followed her in, amazed by the so-called office. This one room was probably bigger than your whole apartment. It definitely had better views.Â
âIâm not sure you should be talking about our boss like that,â you mumbled, walking over to the floor to ceiling windows.Â
Emily came to stand next to you, âitâs not like heâs ever here to hear it.â
âDonât be so sure.â
Your breath caught in your throat as you jolted around, instantly fearing the worst. Was it possible you could be fired before you even got your first paycheck? How were you going to pay rent now?
You couldnât tell if you should be relieved or not when you realised it was the man youâd smiled at earlier. Lucius Fox.Â
âIâll believe it when I see it.â Emily replied, turning back to the view.Â
Oh my God. What was she doing? âPlease excuse my friend, Mr Fox. I think she meant-â
âI know what she meant,â he responded while walking over.Â
You opted to say nothing and pretended to look out the window, wishing for the tension to dissipate as quickly as possible.
âYouâre scaring them to death, Fox.âÂ
The older man laughed, coming to rest his hand on your shoulder. âWorry not, dear. Youâll grow used to the banter.â
The tension started melting from your shoulders, maybe this wouldnât be so bad, after all.
â
Within two weeks, youâd fallen into a comfortable routine. You came into work at 3:45 to make yourself a tea and read your book, before starting work at 4. You start at the side furthest from Wayneâs office, as they left the earliest. By the time you reached the common areas, the rest of the staff would be leaving, only Fox remaining. He was always the last one to leave, usually close to 7. You couldnât help but feel sorry for him, since you knew he was typically the first person in the office too. So, youâd bring him a decaffeinated coffee around 5pm. Youâd find yourself talking to him for a while, usually about stories from the past that you could both laugh about.Â
Truth be told, you were starting to really enjoy the man's company. He had a dry sense of humour that you found hilarious. Being in the office late could be rather lonely, so you clung onto the moments you had with him.Â
A positive of working alone in the office was that you could play all your music out loud. Youâd recently gotten into a podcast where three friends read stories and discussed them. A lot of them were light hearted or âam i the assholeâ reddit posts.
Tonight, you listened to their supernatural episode as you finished up in Foxâs office when you heard a bang down the hallway. Slowly, you creeped to the door to peep down the corridor but there was no one there.
Maybe the ghost stories were getting to you. You shook your head and turned back into the office when you heard the noise again. Jumping, you looked toward the sound. The only thing down there was Mr Wayneâs office.
Clutching your mop between closed fists, you edged down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door open and rushed in, hoping to catch the perpetrator in action.
Only the office was empty, of course it was. You couldnât help the relief that coursed through your veins. It was obviously going to be empty, you had yet to see The Bruce Wayne in this room. You were starting to wonder if it had even been used. Maybe Fox should get this office, that way someone can appreciate the view.
You laughed quietly to yourself before turning off the podcast and putting on some tunes. That was more than enough scares for you tonight.
Unbeknownst to you, you were not alone. A certain billionaire had stumbled in here before his night duty, expecting to find the place empty as usual. He hadnât been in for a few weeks now but things rarely changed this high in the building.
Then youâd burst into the room, armed with a mop and suddenly he couldnât breathe. You were the single most beautiful person heâd ever seen. Who were you and what were you doing here?Â
He couldnât help the way his dick twitched in his trousers. No. Now is not the time.Â
He stayed in the shadows and watched you work, diligently going from one room to another before stopping in the kitchen to make a drink. You pulled a book out of your bag and read for a while. Bruce found himself creeping closer, eager to see what you were reading.Â
Then you looked up and it seemed like you were staring straight at him. He knew you couldnât see him but he couldnât stop the way his heart stuttered in his chest. Nor the way his lower half jolted.Â
What was it about you that made his infamous control slip? Heâd never had this issue, not even as a teenager.
Your eyes widened as you kept gazing in his direction and he slowly turned his head. The bat symbol drifted amongst the clouds.Â
He held back a sigh as he shifted further into the darkness.Â
Maybe he was due a visit back into the office, after all.Â
â
Or maybe not.Â
It had been a week since Bruce first saw you in his office, clutching a mop like your life depended on it. Sometimes, when he lay awake in his bed, he thought about how oblivious you were to his presence that night. And every night since.
He should really get you some self defence classes, perhaps send them as a gift from Wayne Enterprises. He hated thinking about what couldâve happened if he really was a burglar. He could only keep you so safe, you needed to be able to handle yourself.Â
Then he felt a bit crazy. Here he was, talking about you like you were⊠part of his life. Although, he supposed at this point you were part of his life. He just wasnât part of yours. Too many times heâd driven to the building just to never get out of his car.
Heâd asked Fox about you at his last equipment meeting. He tried to act nonchalant about it, casually asking if there were any new staff on the top floor.Â
âWe have a new cleaner.â Fox said, relaying your name. âTheyâve been here for about three weeks. Settling in very well.â
Bruce repeated your name, strangely satisfied by the way it rolled off his tongue.Â
âMay I inquire why youâve asked about them?â Foxâs words caught Bruce off guard. âYouâve never been interested in the Wayne staff before.â
âJust keeping up to date with the comings and goings of my fathers legacy.â Bruce suddenly found the kevlar padding very interesting.Â
âBetter late than never, I suppose.â Fox hummed, running his fingers across the fabric. âThis kevlar is half the weight of your current gear.â
âIs it still as durable?â
You didnât come up in the conversation again but Fox filed the information away, eager to ask Alfred about it.Â
â
âWhat does your partner think about you working so late?â
Foxâs question caught you completely off guard, causing you to almost spurt out your tea. He immediately grabbed the tissues off his desk, handing them to you.
âForgive me, it was an inappropriate question.âÂ
âNo, no, no. Itâs fine.â You said, finally swallowing down your mouthful. âI, uh, donât have a partner. So, I donât think they mind.â
âI suppose that makes two of us.âÂ
Before you could respond, he tactfully changed the conversation.Â
â
âTheyâre single, you know.âÂ
Bruce furrowed his eyebrows but didnât look away from his newspaper. âWhose single, Alfred?â
His heart almost broke free from his chest when Alfred said your name.Â
âHow would you know that?â Bruceâs words were more rushed than he wouldâve liked, the newspaper long forgotten on the table.
âEvery old man has his secrets.â
âYou spoke to Fox,â Bruce sighed. âThey probably thought he was coming onto them.â
âWorried you have competition, Master Wayne?âÂ
Bruce couldnât help but chuckle.Â
âYou know, I may not be the master of romance but I hear that the first step in any relationship is to talk to each other.âÂ
âObviously,â Bruce muttered, picking his newspaper back up.
âWhat youâre doing right now has a name, Master Wayne.âÂ
âAnd what is that?â
âStalking.â
Bruce couldnât help but flinch at the word. He turned to defend himself but Alfred was already gone, leaving him a pot of tea.Â
â
You were sitting in the kitchen, tea in one hand and your book in the other. Youâd found yourself in the office a bit earlier than usual but didnât mind. It was always good to have some time to wind down before you started your shift.Â
âWhat are you reading?âÂ
You couldnât help but inwardly sigh, putting your bookmark in. âJust a-â Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up. If Russell was attractive, this man was downright gorgeous. A face carved for a god with luscious hair combed behind his ear.Â
He looked eerily familiar but you couldnât quite place him. You could feel your cheeks heat up as you bought your gaze back down to the book.
âIâve never heard of The Dry Heart before,â Bruceâs heart leapt from his chest as he took the seat across from you. âWhatâs it about?â
You sneaked a glance up at him but immediately looked back down when you made eye contact. âItâs about an unhappy marriage, Iâm reading it for a book club.â
He hummed, his eyes searching your face. You were even more breath-catching up close. âYou must be our new cleaner,â you liked the way he said your name far too much. âIâve been meaning to catch up with you.â
âYou have?â Who was this man? You would remember seeing such a gorgeous face among the office.Â
âI try to meet all the new employees but Iâve been a bit slack lately, please forgive me.â
You slowly lifted your eyes to look at him and couldnât help the way your lips lifted.Â
âConsider it forgotten,â you said softly.
He opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by Fox.Â
âMr Wayne, how lovely to see you again.â Lucius came in and stood beside you. âI see youâve met our latest employee.â
Your eyes shoot, Mr Wayne? Surely not. In your rushed state, you completely missed the way Fox smirked at Bruce, causing the younger man to stare daggers back at him.
âOf course, itâs important to know everyone in the office.âÂ
Fox hummed, turning back to you. âPlease excuse us, I have a very important meeting to drag Mr Wayne into.âÂ
âUh, yeah, sure.â You had a hard time even saying the words, your mind whirling. Wasnât Bruce Wayne an arrogant asshole? This man was the furthest from that. He was so kind and funny. And good looking. Holy shit was he good looking.
No, youâre not doing that. Not to your boss. Especially not when your boss is a world famous womaniser.Â
You canât help the way your eyes follow him as he walks out or the way they trail down to his perfect ass. Entering the hallway, Fox rolls his eyes when he sees the massive smirk on Bruceâs face.Â
â
âI was hoping Iâd find you here.â
You canât help but jump as Bruce walks into the kitchen. âMr. Wayne, I didnât expect to see you so soon.â
âPlease,â he sits down at the table and smiles at you. âCall me Bruce.â
âOkay, Bruce.âÂ
Bruce savours the way his name rolls off your tongue and how your cheeks go bright red under his gaze. His eyes follow as your blush spreads down your neck and under your neckline.Â
âI usually take the new employees out for lunch, your turn is well overdue.â He takes a moment before continuing. âI guess ours would be more like dinner.â
âI suppose so,â you smile at him, oblivious to his wandering gaze. âBut you donât have to do that, Bruce. Itâs fine, honestly.â
âI insist. How about tonight?â
You brought a lousy microwave dinner for tonight but thereâs no reason why it canât wait for tomorrow. Plus, who doesnât like a free dinner? Lost in thought, Bruce takes the opportunity to study the way you bite your lip and store it away for later.Â
âSure, tonight is good.â
â
You werenât sure what to expect during dinner but it wasnât this. Bent over, your hand clutching your side in an attempt to ease your stitch as you laugh hysterically. Bruce is laughing too, his smile so big it shows his perfectly pearly whites.
âNo way, youâre lying.â You gasp between breaths.
âI wish,â Bruce looks away in faux-shame. âI wasnât always the smoothest.â
âI find that hard to believe.â Your laugh settles into a smile.Â
âWhyâs that?â He sounds genuine when he asks, curious even.
âWell, look at you.â You immediately heat at the implication, quickly stuttering off an excuse. This is not a date. âY-Youâre The Bruce Wayne. It wouldâve been a-all over the newspapers if you, uh, messed up.â
Bruce merely hums, his eyes dropping down to your lips as you bite away at them again.Â
This is bad. You cannot be flirting with the boss, especially not your boss's boss. Sure, he might be into it now but heâs not known to stick around with the same person for long. You can not afford to lose this job if things go bad.
Youâre saved by the server coming back to drop off the check. Bruceâs hand grasps yours as you go to take the check, sending a bolt of electricity down your arm. His eyes find your own, a small smile gracing his lips.
âIâve got you.â
Fuck.Â
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hello!!
would you be willing to do a TMR minho fic?
basically just them at the little glade treehouse (i live for that treehouse lol) and maybe they stole some food from frypan and are just chatting and having a laugh together whilst cuddling or something bc they dont get to spend alot of time together as he is always in the maze??
(been loving your writing recently btw, literally one of the v few writers who write for MCYTS and respect their boundaries so tysm!!)
hope ur having a good day:)
oh hell yeah brother LMAO ; also thank you and you're welcome!! im all for respecting boundaries because ik how that feels when they're broken + I'm not a weirdo lol, and thank you for appreciating my work, it means sm to me đ«¶đ«¶đ«¶ ; have a good day/night :) ; post writing me, sorry this is so short :( ; also I know I said I was in trouble but NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT??
MINHO ; tree house cuddles
summary ; sneaking food into the tree house and having late night convos with minho
warnings ; language
disclaimers ; reader is a track-hoe, Thomas has been in the maze for months and exists, but no Teresa/escaping the maze
word count ; 459
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You loved your beautiful boyfriend Minho. He was an angel sent from above, truly. Or... maybe below? The box and what existed out of the Glade was confusing, sadly. God, you wished you could remember anything outside of here.
Sadly, you hadn't seen him very much recently.
He'd been busy with his duties in the maze and the Map Room, and you've been busy working in the gardens damn near all day every day. Your rations were running low, the crops were growing slower than ever, and you couldn't figure out why. It's not like there were deer or raccoons feasting on them either. It was just you Gladers here, nothing else. You'd been stressing out over it and needed some time away from it for a while.
Thankfully, the beloved tree house existed, and rarely anyone used it.
You'd stolen a basket of fruit from Fry's kitchen, awaiting the arrival of Minho. Hopefully, Newt stuck to his word, or remembered to, to send Minho to the tree house to spend some time with you.
Thankfully, the beautiful Korean boy showed up, dressed casual and out of the heavy gear he had to wear in the maze. He greeted you with a tired yet warm smile, sitting down with you on the wooden floor.
"Hey, how's your day?" He asks, sitting next to you, shoulder to shoulder.
You hand him a little basket of strawberries. "Fine, I guess." You shrug, "Need a minute away from the gardens"
He nods, "I need a minute away from the shuckin' maze"
You dangle your feet off the side of the platform, soaking up each other's presence.
He pulls you into his lap, between his legs. He rests his chin on your shoulder while his arms rest around your waist. You feel your stomach swarm with butterflies, resting your hands over his.
"I love you" He whispers, placing a kiss on your temple.
"Love you too, dork," you reply with a smile, leaning your head back to rest yourself against him.
"What a romantic" He giggles, pulling you a little closer.
The night continues on in peace, smiles, giggles and kisses shared, hands intertwined. You share your body heat, cuddled up and comfy.
"No, no, no, he said something like he was gonna beat him back into the box! How does that even work? Gally acts like Thomas is some universal threat or something" You laugh as you speak.
"I have no idea, darling." He smiles and chuckles, listening to you ramble on and on about stories he'd missed during the day.
You look up at him and place a kiss on his jawline, a stupid smile on his face.
"Love you"
"Love you too"
"...Thanks for being mine"
"Okay, shut up, shank"
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Ena!! Imagine this! Yujin is reader's rival (sort of) and one day Yuj suddenly calls reader in the middle of the night and she tells the reader to talk and she's all hasty about it too! And so you do just that but suddenly you hear whimpering and moaning on the other line?!? She's whipped enough to get off to your voice...
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rivals mentioned and ofc i have to make it academic rivals bcs thatâs⊠yeah that rlly scratches the right parts of my brain đđ
you and yujin have created some sort of not-so-playful competition when it comes to your studies! listen, the two of you were college students in an irritatingly-difficult field, and if your entire time in that university was going to be hell, you might as well make it fun! and what better way to do that than a lovely little challenge with the only other smartass in the class every now and again? đ„° so the two of you do just that? every quiz, tests, recitations, presentations, and assessments were your battlefield and your respective grades were your prize⊠it was simple; whoever has the higher grade wins and it was usually always a close battle between the two of you⊠but lately youâve been winning a lot and that really pushed the wrong buttons in yujin đ«ą
see, she knew that at the end of day, she canât beat you in everything! you were quite possibly the smartest girl she has ever metâyour grades were fucking insurmountable, yujin was never going to beat you ever đ but this upcoming test⊠she has to get a higher score than you đ€ yujin has been lacking way too much in her academics and no amount of studying was enough for her to snap out of this streak of less-than-ideal test results⊠so she had to find a way to shake your confidence đ€âïżœïżœïżœ
and sheâs sooo fucking lucky you have a massive crush on her annoying ass. otherwise you wouldnât have answered her stupid ass call at 12:38 am in the middle of cramming for that test both of you were dreading to take the next morning đ€
âif youâre here to try and brag about how you can already see that youâll beat me tomorrow, please pack it up. i have no time to deal with your delusions.â oh, you were so cute when you tried to be mean đ„ș yujin figured that you mustâve been studying all day what with the stress on your voice and how you were mumbling profanities as you read through the material⊠god that really turned her on.
âgood evening to you too, my dear rival!â yujin was delighted to practically âhearâ you roll your eyes on the other end.
âyujin⊠i really donât have time to play around tonight, okay? i wanna get this over with and then get the best sleep of my life knowing iâll have another victory over you in the bag.â
âoh come on, you need the company, (y/n). i know you and youâve probably been swamped with textbooks and modules all day. you need a life!â
âaha, no thanks. you know what âgetting a lifeâ would do to me? losing to âmy dear rivalâ after every exam because i was too busy partying and making out with and fucking three girls at a time to sit down and study.â
yujin bites her lip, holding back a seriously slutty whimper. âokay, iâll give you that one, (y/n). i love it when youâre feisty.â and the fun ends there for you⊠but not for yujin! đ€ while youâre busy going off on her for being so goddamn annoying so late in the day, she had her hand shoved inside her panties rubbing her sensitive cunt to the sound of your voice đł you were just too adorable trying to lecture her and her falling grades⊠and she could imagine your pretty little face all flared up in anger whilst scolding her and itâs such a turn on for her đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
and it was on your third time repeating that yujin should party less and get serious more than she lets a moan slip out⊠and that literally made you freeze đ«š see, yujin should be terrified that she got herself found out⊠but she was actually hoping that youâd catch her⊠it adds to the pleasure đ«
âa-are you⊠what are you doing..?â
âmmhn⊠no, no, continue, (y/n).. unless y-you want to come over and finish what you started yourself, hmâŠ?â
âmeâŠ? b-butâŠâ a pause. âitâs lateâŠâ
âha⊠youâre so cute⊠just keep going.â
she found it sooo endearing how you clumsily guided her đ„ș telling her how many fingers she can put inside her cunt, how fast she can fuck herself, how loud she can be, and when she gets to cum⊠demanding to let her see you so she opens up her camera and shows you just how well sheâs fucking herself under your guidance đ”âđ« yujin wasnât all too fond of edging when she just wants to get off quickly but with your sweet voice telling her that itâs not time yet, she just had to obey! and ofc she loved it when you did praise her for following your words⊠đ„°
yujin making you admit just how much you want to touch her yourself⊠having to tell her about all the times youâve wanted to kiss her and hide away to some empty classroom and fuck with her, then ofc your fantasies of getting fucked by her which rlly takes the cake and only pushes yujin closer to her climax đ€
âahh⊠f-fuck, donât worry, (y/n)⊠once classes are over tomorrow, iâm taking y-you here and iâm giving you the best fuck of your life.. you fucking need it⊠god..!â
âreallyâŠ? youâd do that, mommy?â
it was a real fucking shame that you werenât there to really see how hard yujin came after hearing you call her that đ”âđ« needless to say that after that test, you and yujin were more than happy to skip all of your other classes that day and just release all of your pent-up sexual frustrations to each other for the remainder of the day đ€
#đ anon#ive smut#ive x reader#ive x fem reader#ive imagines#ive scenarios#ahn yujin smut#ahn yujin x reader#ahn yujin x fem reader#ahn yujin imagines#ahn yujin scenarios#yujin smut#yujin x reader#yujin x fem reader#yujin scenarios#yujin imagines#girl group smut#girl group x reader#girl group imagines#girl group x fem reader#girl group scenarios
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I think some vox x Fem! (or gn) reader would be nice- like, vox denying that he has feelings for the reader and the reader panicking bc they have a crush on this mf tv
Like I mentioned before, as soon as Velvet and Valentino find out Vox has caught feelings they immediately become the biggest menaces in Hell. Manipulative little fucks will get you a job working with Vox and neither of you will realize it until itâs too late.Â
This man almost drops his coffee when you walk into his office on your first day. Velvet knew heâd been keeping tabs on you and made sure he was too busy to be alerted to your career shift. He does recover quickly and tells you what you need to know for your job. He does conspicuously keep you in the room.Â
Your desk is in his office. This man is the king of deflection. If you point out any of his odd behavior, he changes the subject.Â
This âoddâ behavior includes but isnât limited to; avoiding eye contact, softening his voice both in volume and tone when he speaks to you, dropping the fake smile/tv show host facade.Â
Having a crush on a man who is technically your boss is definitely not easy on you either, especially when he keeps unconsciously showing you special treatment. His favoritism is obvious to anyone who isnât you two.Â
Velvet and Valentino poke fun at Vox for his feelings and he denies that he has feelings for you but they call out his BS. Which makes him grumpy the next day. Unfortunately, them pointing it out makes him realize what heâs been doing.Â
Man is having a crisis, reevaluating all his behavior and getting embarrassed as hell at how obvious he was being.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel imagine#hazbin vox#vox x reader#hazbin vox x reader#hazbin hotel headcanon
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