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after dark
member â boyfriend!jun x f reader genre â smut word count â 2k synopsis â jun and you agree to try something new, and you don't realize how much you enjoy it. smut warnings â descriptions of female anatomy, somnophilia, but it is very explicitly consensual!!, unprotected sex, thigh riding, some praise bc jun is still a soft boy notes â requested by đ¤ anon â this was so fun to write holy shit aksgdfj. lots of love to @onlymingyus and @duhnova for reading for me! header pic creds are to @/000scans. i hope you all enjoy! :)
when jun first brought up somnophilia to you, you didnât think much of it. you definitely thought it was hot, but you didnât see yourself as the kind of person who would do it often. youâd never been so horny you couldnât fall asleep, and youâd never woken up in the middle of the night desperate enough to even consider it.Â
that is, until tonight.
youâd been having such a good dreamâsuch a hot dreamâabout jun, and his lips on your body had felt so real it had startled you awake, your cunt throbbing and your cheeks burning hot.
you glance over at your boyfriend, still perfectly sound asleep next to you. tiny snores leave his pretty lips, and suddenly you feel a wave of heat wash over you. the way his eyes are gently closed, lashes fluttering in his sleep and loose strands of hair falling across his eyebrows, drives you crazy. so soft and sweet, blissfully unaware of how youâre already soaking through your panties.
you hesitate for a moment, debating whether or not you should wake him up or go hide in the bathroom and finger yourself instead, not wanting to disturb him.Â
but you remember the conversation youâd had a few days ago. he wanted this, heâd explicitly asked you to use him whenever you wanted, even if he was asleep; both of you had agreed to be available for each otherâs pleasure any day or night, and now was a better opportunity than ever for it.
your eyes fall to his exposed chest, rising and falling with each small breath. he never sleeps with a shirt on when the weather warms up, and youâre mentally both cursing him and thanking him for it.
in the darkness you can just barely make out the lines of his collarbones and the shadows they cast across the grooves in his neck. your eyes trail down his chest to his nipples, already stiffened from the ceiling fan blowing cool air around the room.
before you can think twice youâre imagining all the times youâve run your hands along his body, feeling the firmness of his chest beneath your fingertips and the softness of his skin, tracing the toned definition of his abs.
you want to reach out and touch him again, but youâre afraid youâll wake him. but at the same time, you want him to wake up and find you so needy, rubbing your thighs together beneath the covers as you watch him sleep.
after another minute of painful staring you finally push the covers down below your waist, slowly scooting closer to junâs sleeping body. when he doesnât move, you carefully hoist your leg in between his, sinking down to straddle his thigh.
immediately you sigh in relief, grateful to finally feel something firm pressing against your aching cunt to relieve some of the pressure.
you stay still for a second, making sure he hasnât woken up before you start to rock your hips back and forth. you can already feel your panties sticking to your folds, your wetness seeping out onto his boxer shorts.
you choke back a whimper, starting to grind down harder on his leg as you get more and more frantic. youâre struggling to stay quiet, so you lift your hand to stick two of your own fingers in your mouth, giving you something to bite down on. your other hand grips at the sheets at junâs side, trying so hard not to make noise but you canât help the whines that escape you as you desperately ride his thigh.
suddenly you feel junâs hips lift a little, chasing your movements and you squeak in surprise, fingers falling out of your mouth. your heart races as your gaze flies to his face to check if heâs awake; his eyes remain closed, but a small smile is beginning to form on his lips.
you feel his hands slowly slide up to your waist, holding onto your hips tightly to help guide you along his thigh.
âdoing so good, baby,â he mumbles, his voice still thick with sleep and so deep it sends shivers straight to your pussy.
âfuckâ sorry, junnie, was t-trying not to wake you,â you stammer, and his grip tightens as he drags your hips faster and faster.
âdonât be sorry,â he purrs, eyes still closed. âmaking you feel so good, arenât i?â
âyes, fuckâso good, more, please,â you moan in response, and he bends his knee, giving you a new angle to work with.
you push your hips down harder, the friction of his boxers and your panties rubbing against your clit at just the right angle to bring you right up to the edge.
you feel like your breathing stops when you finally stumble into your orgasm, mouth open with no sound coming out as your pussy gushes all over his leg. your hips stop but his hands keep going, pulling and pushing you along his thigh like heâs the one getting off instead of you, fucking you through the most intense orgasm of your life while both of you are still clothed.
finally he slows down and lets go of your hips, letting you fall forward onto his bare chest, your breath coming out in short pants. sweat drips down your neck from the exertion and your heartbeat pounds in your ears, but jun just lifts a tired hand to push your hair out of your face.
âso proud of you, baby, you did so good.â
you whine in embarrassment and hoist your legs off of him, but his words bring up butterflies in your stomach. itâs not long before your eyes become heavy and you fall asleep in his arms, thoroughly satisfied.
itâs not long after that night that jun wakes you up for the first time.
unconsciously you feel the room heat up, and as you come out of your sleep you begin to register the little gasps coming from above you.Â
you stir, adjusting your head against the pillow before you pry your eyes open to see jun kneeling over you, chest heaving for breath and his hair slick with sweat.
âjunnie?â you call out softly, still mostly asleep as you start to process whatâs going on. you sit up on your elbows, and thatâs when you notice the liquid on your stomach.Â
you blink a couple times, glancing down to find yourself covered in junâs cum, warm and sticky all over your lower half. you look back up at your boyfriend, a sleepy smile across your face.
he groans as he tucks his softening cock back into his underwear, leaning down to press his lips against yours gently. âyou donât know how fucking beautiful you look when youâre sleeping,â he sighs into your mouth. âgets me so fucking hard. just the sight of you, my pretty baby.â
you whine and lean back, falling into the sheets as he slides off the bed. you force yourself to stay awake until he returns a few moments later, a cool washcloth in his hand as he wipes his cum off of you.
once heâs done he tosses the cloth on the nightstand, slipping back into bed and rubbing his hand along your stomach as you let your eyes fall shut again.
he leans over to kiss your cheek. âthank you, darling. always so good for me,â he whispers, and you hum happily, quickly succumbing to sleep once more. you could really get used to this.
a week later you awake in the middle of the night to find jun grinding his cock on your leg, rutting his hips against you.
you pry your eyes open and turn your head to face him, placing your hand on his chest to get his attention.
âbaby, please,â he rasps, his hands falling to your waist to pull you against him in rhythm with his thrusts. ââm so close, need you so bad.â
you slide your hand down his body, stopping when you find his cock, throbbing and painfully hard against your thigh.
fighting through the sleepy haze in your mind you roll onto your side facing him and push your panties down your legs with a whine. âwant you to fuck me, jun, please. use me.â
if you couldâve seen through the darkness you wouldâve seen his eyes widen and his cheeks flush at your words, but you can only feel his hands prying your legs apart as he slides his cock between your folds. you can feel his fingertips holding you so tightly itâs likely theyâve left bruises, and you can feel the leaking head of his cock rocking against you.
he slips into you and you whimper, your half-asleep state making the feeling of his cock stretching you open both heightened and lessened. your brain short circuits when he finally sheathes himself fully inside of you, mouth hanging open as you struggle to put words together in your head.
even without all your senses you can tell heâs struggling to hold himself back from fucking you at the pace he wants, trying to give you a moment to get your bearings first.Â
but you donât care. you need him to fuck you, need to feel him release and know that youâre the one bringing him pleasure even when youâre doing nothing at all. even when youâre asleep, completely dead to the world, youâre still the only one that can get him off, and it makes your ego soar.
âjun, please, harder,â you moan, your voice already hoarse though youâve barely said a word tonight. âneed you to go harder.â
he groans and doesnât respond, instead pulling out of you nearly all the way before slamming his cock into you, immediately setting a brutal pace. you can already feel that heâs close, and you clench around him with all your strength, trying to bring his orgasm closer.
he whines out your name, and you whine out his, both equally desperate to finish. with your body pressed against his front you can feel his abs expand and contract with each stroke, his muscles tightening as he builds himself up.
youâre not surprised that youâre already close to your own orgasm; just how he gets off at the thought of you, the thought of him is enough to make you cum in seconds and leave you breathless.
without warning your orgasm washes over you, your whole body trembling in his arms as his hips falter and he struggles to keep up his pace with an airy moan.Â
he squeezes his eyes shut, continuing to fuck you through your high until youâve regained enough of your senses. he thrusts into you a few more times until he pulls out at the last possible second, his cum exploding onto your hips and thighs as he jerks his fist up and down along his cock to make sure heâs released every last drop.
he leans over you, still reeling from your orgasm, and kisses your temple like he always does when youâre finished.
as much as he doesnât want to leave your side he knows you probably (definitely) wonât want to wake up covered in his dried cum, so reluctantly he rolls off the bed to find a washcloth.
but when he returns youâre already sound asleep again, your powerful orgasm sending you back to dreamland just as fast as heâd pulled you out of it. wordlessly he cleans you up, making sure to get every crevice that you might complain about later and trying not to giggle out loud when he looks up to see you drooling on your pillow.
back under the covers he wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your cheek and resisting the urge to kiss you all over. heâd much rather save those for a time when youâre awake to enjoy them.
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polaroid love | njm (1)


ONE â ooh, someoneâs got a cruuush!
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PAIRING | na jaemin x female reader (ft. nct dream + enhypen 02z)
GENRE | fluff, angst, college au
WARNINGS | intended lowercase, cursing, mentions of sex, alcohol consumption, stem student slander
WORD COUNT | 2.5k
SUMMARY | inspired by enhypenâs âpolaroid loveâ â in his twenty-two years of living, na jaemin has never been in a proper relationship. after witnessing his best friends go through their fair share of complicated, devastating heartbreaks, jaemin decided he was better off investing his time and effort into his studies, rather than wasting his time falling in love. years of having fleeting crushes and being countlessly confessed to passed by and not a single person could tempt jaemin into the world of love. that is, until, he meets someone that he canât get out of his head no matter how long he stares at his anatomy textbooks. someone that reminds him of the hopeless romantic he once was. someone that can show him that love doesnât have to be so complicated to succeed.
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HEADER KEY | ⢠REC -> a characterâs point of view | â GALLERY -> a flashback from that characterâs point of view

JAEMIN CAM ⢠REC
âjaem, foodâs here, you can finish that later,â jaemin looked up from his computer after countless hours of meticulous editing to see jeno leaning against the doorframe, impatiently tapping his foot.
âmmm, yeah, be right there,â jaemin hummed, with absolutely no intention of getting up within the next few seconds.
jeno rolled his eyes at his housemate. he knew him well enough to know that he wouldnât be moving from his desk any time soon, âhmph, okay, but hurry up or renjun and haechanâll beat you to the couch and you know you get all huffy when you have to sit on the floor.â
âi donât get huffy,â jaemin scoffed, shutting off his computer and getting up from his chair, momentarily holding onto it for balance as heâd underestimated just how long heâd been glued to it, âiâm not getting up because you said that, iâm getting up because i donât want the terrible two to take my favourite soju flavours before i get there and leave me the strawberry one.â
jeno chuckled as he signalled for jaemin to snag their spots on the living room sofa whilst their other housemates finished laying out the pizza and chicken theyâd ordered.
once haechan had stopped complaining about how he deserved the best spot since he paid for the food, the four friends sat down and enjoyed their delicious meal accompanied by whatever show jeno had come across whilst flipping through channels. four full stomachs and five empty soju bottles later, the boys piled together messily on the couch, their drunk conversations drowning out the sound of the show playing and reducing it to background noise.
âsoooo, lee jeno, are we not gonna talk about the guest you brought home last night?â renjun teased, rubbing his flushed cheeks against his best friendâs side.
âahh, well, what was her name againââ
âyou forgot her name?â an equally red jaemin sat up from haechanâs lap, his droopy eyes now wide open, âyou brought her home and you donât know her name?â
jeno slowly shook his head, lightly hitting jaeminâs chest, âcalm down, sheâs an international student and she has an english name so it was harder to remember⌠ah! it was lila, she was at the bar last night when the basketball game was on, and she seemed kinda bummed when the team she supported lost soââ
âyou made her feel better about it by making her feel good blah blah blah, i donât care about how you worked your charm, what i wanna know is why she practically ran out of here saying âiâm sorryâ over and over,â renjun said, earning himself a slap from jeno for both interrupting and exposing him.
âi was getting to that,â jeno huffed as he recalled this morningâs events, âwell, uh, you see, when lila first came to korea she befriended⌠rina.â
âyour ex rina?!â haechanâs high-pitched exclamation had the rest of the boys covering their ears with their hands.
âno, the waitress at the sushi restaurant rina,â jeno deadpanned, âof course, my ex rina! lila didnât recognise me until this morning because, well, i-it was dark⌠and we, we werenât exactly fully sober. but when she did, she pretty much left as soon as she could, saying that she felt awkward for getting with her closest friendâs ex and that she wasnât gonna contact me again for the sake of their friendship.â
âdamn.â
âthatâs⌠unfortunate.â
âyikes.â
âi know,â jeno carelessly reached for another bottle of soju, taking a swig, âitâs rough.â
âyouâre not the only one going through it,â renjun piped up, holding a shot glass in front of jenoâs bottle, gesturing to pour him some. after tipping the burning liquid down his throat, he sighed, âi stopped talking to chaeyeon, well, more like she stopped talking to me. she said she was never really that into me and that she just needed someone to entertain her for a bit soââ
snatching the bottle from jeno, renjun took another pitiful sip, the rest of the boys giving him sympathetic pats on the back or reassuring him that heâd find someone soon enough or maybe it was for the best.
âseems like none of us are having much luck with relationships lately,â haechan said, âi asked hyeyoon if she wanted to go on a third date any time soon and⌠she ghosted me.â
âoh dear,â jaemin winced, the second-hand embarrassment sending shivers down his spine. ârenjun-ah, donât hog that bottle, give hyuck some too,â he gripped the green bottle, lowering his voice, âcome on, he needs this just as much as you do.â
he whined but gave in, handing the drink to his slightly more sober friend, âi assume you donât have any news regarding your non-existent love life, jaem?â
âthatâs meannnn, jun,â jeno lightly hit renjun again, this time for the snarky comment, âwait, jaem, whatâs that face for? surely⌠no, it canât be.â
the boy shrugged, the dreamy smile on his face completely unmoved. âwell,â he paused to grab their attention, âthere is this one girlâŚâ
those words alone seemed to sober up jaeminâs best friends, as they all sat up, jaws agape and anticipating gazes on him. it was rare for jaemin to ever contribute to these conversations besides from providing emotional support or advice, so the mere mention of a girl on jaeminâs mind had piqued their interest. as he opened his mouth to continue, the boys simply hoped that it was going to be more than just another of his fleeting attractions.

JAEMIN CAM â GALLERY
âand remember, next week youâre gonna need a model for what weâre doing, so donât forget to bring a friend along,â eunjin reminded the group before they all left, âooh, and iâll post a reminder on the clubâs instagram story in case youâre super forgetful!â
jaemin whipped his phone out of his pocket, quickly typing the reminder âbring someone to photography clubâ into his notes, already trying to figure out which of his friends would be the easiest to persuade to come along.
âah, hyung, iâll get going now, see you next thursday,â the enthusiastic second year engineering major jaemin had befriended waved goodbye to his senior, flashing a grin as he packed up his things and set off.
âsee yâ wait, jake! you almost left your camera bag,â jaemin called after him, handing him his belongings.âwhatâs got you in such a rush? youâd never leave your camera behind.â
the younger boy turned to retrieve his stuff, bowing to show his gratitude, âoh, thank you so much, hyung, i wouldâve gone insane if i left this. my best friendâs waiting for me and she did not appreciate the extra time eunjin noona took at the end of the sessionâsheâs impatient and hungry and itâs my turn to pay for dinner so if i donât hurry up, i have to deal with a hangry y/n for longer than iâd like.â
âsim jaeyun! come on!â the voice of who jaemin assumed to be the âhangry y/nâ caught his attention, however, the annoying image he had envisioned in his head did not match up with the beauty he laid eyes on.
âcalm down! i was just thanking jaemin hyung for giving me my camera back, which i wouldnât have forgotten if you werenât rushing me, geez,â jake rolled his eyes as he turned his back to you, mouthing a âsee youâ to jaemin as he hurried to the door, âiâm coming, iâm coming!â
after packing away all of his equipment, jaemin set off on his way home, not forgetting to bow to eunjin on his way out.
âsorry, jakey, i just couldnât wait,â he heard a much gentler version of the voice from before in front of him. looking up from his phone, jaemin recognised the two figures in front of him as the bickering best friends heâd encountered not even a few minutes ago.
âcouldnât wait to what? drain my bank account?â jakeâs joking questions were met with complete silence, âoh, i see how it is!â
âkidding! i meant that i couldnât wait to spend time with you now that youâre not busy with that big, mechanic⌠project, uh, thing. yes, i know what itâs called, i just donât want to say all those long sciency words,â your whining brought a smile to jaeminâs face, having heard similar words from his own arts major friends.
his smile only grew as he crossed the road and saw you almost trip over the curb from laughing so hard at whatever jake had said next, too preoccupied by your joyous laughter and the way you beamed at your friend to have heard.
jaemin sighed as he looked on, wondering how fulfilling it would be to be the cause of that pretty smile or the reason behind your contagious giggles. or, to put it simply, he wondered how fulfilling it would be to loved.

JAEMIN CAM ⢠REC
âna jaemin⌠are you joking,â haechan turned towards him, blinking slowly in disbelief at what heâd just heard, âanother random crush that you saw for a few minutes and never again? we thought it was gonna be different this time, man.â
before jaemin could even defend himself, renjun seemed to have had some sort of epiphany, âwoah, wait, slow your roll there, hyuck. i think our jaem might actually have a chance.â
âhe does?â
âi do?â even jaemin was ready to admit that you were just another brief attraction, but hearing that he had even the slightest chance with you had his cheeks burning redder than ever, âc-could you elaborate?â
âi could⌠if you show us what this y/n looks like,â renjun cocked an eyebrow, holding his hand out to see if jaemin would accept his offer.
âwh-why would you wanna do that?â jaemin didnât know if it was the drinks or the idea of his best friends potentially showing interest in you that had him fumbling over his words.
âcalm down, weâre not gonna steal her from you,â jeno wrapped his arm around his shoulder, nuzzling into his side, âwe wouldnât do that to you, man, weâre just curious, thatâs all.â
âmhm!â haechan chimed in, âwe just wanna give her the best friend stamp of approval before we proceed.â
jaemin took a moment to consider his friendsâ words, before retrieving his phone from the disgustingly messy table, âfine! but if any of you accidentally like any of her photos i swear iâm gonna⌠iâllâ i wonât be happy!â
the boys chuckled at their roommateâs sheer inability to get angry at them; his tolerance and kindness were just some of the things they loved about him, qualities they knew his future girlfriend would appreciate. they waited as jaemin opened instagram to find your page, haechan advising him to go through jakeâs following to make it easier.
âwhat? like none of you have ever tried to stalk someoneâs profile before,â haechan scoffed, leaning closer to the screen, âoh! right there, sheâs tagged in his most recent post.â
clicking on the small square, a smile unknowingly crept onto jaeminâs face as he stared at the candid photo of you laughing with jake and another friend he was sure heâd seen before on his account. although the gentle hues of the sunset made for a picturesque background, he couldnât help but think that you and your beaming smile were the most beautiful view of all.
âahem⌠earth to jaemin?â renjun frantically waved his hand in front of the dazed boyâs face, âif you wanna gawk at her pics so badly, i would recommend checking out her account.â
the sarcasm dripping in his words wouldâve normally had jaemin rolling his eyes, but he was too focused scrutinising every little detail of your profile. the aesthetically pleasing highlight covers were almost as eye-catching as the selfie youâd set as your profile picture, and the large array of posts featuring cute outfits, your friends, pretty views, and more selfies had jaemin curious to see more.
âooh, âhyu second year philosophy student,â a second year, ah, mark hyung does philosophy too,â jeno commented as he looked over your bio, âi donât see anyone tagged in her bio, and thereâs no dedicated highlight to a boyfriend or anything, so looks like sheâs single!â
ânot everyone documents their relationship on social media, that doesnât automatically mean sheâs singleâ renjun pointed out the obvious, smacking the back of jenoâs head. âbut, we can figure that out later. so now that y/nâs got our stamp of approval, do you wanna know the plan or not, jaem?â
âwait, wait, weâre still looking!â haechan continued to tap on jaeminâs phone and scroll through your pictures, âsheâs cuuute, pretty feed too.â
âi know, right?â jaemin sighed dreamily, earning a disgusted look from jeno, âsorry, sorry, go on, jun, whatâs the plan?â
âyou need to bring a model to photography club this week, donât you?â renjun paused for jaemin to nod.
âbased on what youâve told us, jake and y/n seem very close, close enough that heâll most likely bring her along as his model. if, and when, he brings her, you can actually go and talk to her, maybe get her number or something. as for making sure sheâs single, whichever one of us you bring along can just discreetly ask your friend jake if y/nâs taken, and drop the hint that youâre interestedâyou could get him to help you out with her.â
a few moments of silence passed before jaemin launched himself onto renjun, engulfing him in a tight hug, âthank you, thank you, thank you! wow, i never wouldâve thought that iâd actually have a chance with her but thanks to you and your genius mind, now i might. will you come with me on thursday, jun, please?â
âah, youâre welcome, but y-youâre squeezing me, youâre almost as bad as jeno,â renjun pleaded, dramatically placing a hand on his chest when jaemin loosened his grip.
âi would love to, but thursday? iâm working on a âglobal sculpture through the agesâ exhibition that afternoon. iâm sorry, jaem, but iâm sure these twoâll be happy to help!â
âooh, ooh, i am! iâm free then, and iâm happy to be your gorgeous model and your wingman all at once,â haechan mimed a hair flip, batting his lashes and grinning at jaemin.
jaemin knew he couldnât stand the exaggerated facial expressions any longer and answered him, âokay, fine, hyuck! justâ i know you can get very friendly, very quickly, so donât drift off-topic and just stick to the plan, please, for me. if you succeed, iâll buy you food after as a thank you.â
âwoah, thanks, nana!â haechan snuggled into said boyâs side, showing his gratitude by acting annoyingly adorable, âi guess this means that operation âget jaemin a girlfriendâ is a go!â
his declaration was met with whoops and cheers, with jeno pouring everyone another round of shots to celebrate their roommateâs potential romance. as they raised their glasses and downed their drinks, jaemin squeezed his eyes shut and hoped, with all his heart, that their operation would be a success.

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Goals Anatomy - Atleti vs Barca 02/26/2025
Initial- Barca tried to start the game slower of pace, not their usual high speed and Atletico madrid caught them out, Szeney tipped not caught a header not powerfully headed. Greizzman cross, people forget for all of his goals griezzman, like Neymar, is actually a passing player more than a scorer.
0:45- corner, guiliano taps back to griezzman,griezzman unchallenged cross, maybe Gimenez or lenglet head it to the far side of the goa, and Alvarez expectedly is far corner rounds his marker and places the goal near side through szeney
1:39 - Kounde poor pass, Alvarez intercepts surrounded by three markers releases Griezzman who has reacted faster than barca defenders and is ahead of one or splitting two into free space.
2:40 - Yamal has a lovely stop start in his dribble, but his finishing will need to be better if he is to be relied upon as a goalscorer in the future
2:54 - Julian Alvarez lost possession and didn't track back, Pedri on the ball, finds raphinha who one touch to ferran torres and the strike was poor. Lenglet has to play the marker not offside.
3:28 - Yamal likes using Kounde as a late runner, Gallan didn't read it. Kounde had time to pick a pass , and finds Pedri who DePaul lost in marking.
4:14 - Corner, Cubarsi switched from Llorente to BArrios, Llorente lured to Inigo Martinez, Barrios was overpowered by Cubarsi.
5:13 - Llorente weak back pass, poor choice should had kicked to behind himself far wide, Ferran Torres passed the ball, but reacted poorly in striking power, seemingly didn't expect it
5:27 - Yamal dribble highlight, Galan poor angle to the dribbler
5:59 - corner- Inigo Martinez marker is screened and he is free back post, Llorente marked Cubarsi who was still ahead of him, but Cubarsi blocked Barrios who was in inigo Martinez, and Llorente had to follow Martinez and didn't.
6:47 - Yamal on Galan, Yamal find space curler, but saved by the atleti keeper Mussa
6:56 - Gimenez pulled out and marking with barca players flooding the box erratic, low cross but Pedri missed it from raphinha
7:09 - Guiliano Simeone, low cross good position, curl, weight, llorente offside but shouldn't had been, Cubarsi meddled but the strike was straight
7:28 - Raphinha fall in the box trying to dribble between two and then raphinha fall to the floor in the box , can't tell if I would call penalties as a ref, video not give close up, video assisted referees say no to either, the problem is if not a foul , then dive?
8:14 - Barrios is frustrated, arguing with the ref, i think a barca player touched the pass to guiliano simeone from barrios but the ref didn't catch it, simeone frustrated , and earns a yellow
8:53 - Correa gets free on his dribble after a scuffle in midfield great cutting ball to Llorente, Llorente cross , low cross to Sorloth, Sorloth score but Llorente offside take it off , on replay, llorente shouldn't had been offside
9:26 - Yamal on the dribble, gin space on Reineildo, Lenglet didn't block it, Gimenez was late to rect or poor position, didn't cut off the lane, Lewandowski strayed from a marker, and the Mussa didn't get the straight low cross. The marker to Lewandowski tried to play offside
9:54 - Raphinha gain space on the dribble, curling low cross from the sideline, Lewandowski marked well by reinildo.
10:08 - Alvarez reach ball into space, find Correa, correa cut back pass into empty space in the box, Llorente to it first, deflection off a barca player makes it better strike.
10:38 - Scuffle , atleti player finds Sorloth, Sorloth one touch to Correa's run, Correa strike straight and weak and grabbed
10:48 - Kounde poor positioning, slipped turning round, trying to catch Lino who is free,Lino speed on the dribble makes all onside, Lino finds Sorloth , tap in to szeney who couldn't make it over from the near side.
In conclusion- Simeone Rotation worked. Barrios is young and needed this experience, he will improve.
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A new wave of phishing scams targeting Gmail users has been discovered, leveraging the trusted nature of Google Calendar notifications to steal sensitive personal information. Security researchers at Check Point have revealed the intricacies of this crafty attack method, which poses a significant threat to millions of users worldwide. The Anatomy of the Scam At the heart of this scheme is the use of malicious .ics calendar invite files sent via email. Cybercriminals exploit Gmail's integration with Google Calendar by embedding these invites into spam emails. This integration ensures that calendar notifications appear at the top of the recipient's inbox, giving the fraudulent message an air of legitimacy. The attackers modify email headers to make the notification appear as an automated Google Calendar message. When unsuspecting users click the notification, they are redirected to malicious Google Forms designed to collect sensitive data. These forms often mimic official-looking pages and may request personal or financial details under pretexts such as securing cryptocurrency wallets or verifying account information. Why This Scam Works Google Calendar is widely regarded as a reliable tool, used by over 500 million people every day. Its integration with Gmail creates an ecosystem of trust. Many users instinctively click on notifications at the top of their inbox without verifying their authenticity. Scammers exploit this behavior, knowing that these notifications blend seamlessly with genuine reminders about meetings, events, or tasks. The use of Google Forms adds another layer of credibility. Since Google Forms is a legitimate tool, users are less likely to question its authenticity, even if they notice unusual requests for sensitive information. The Potential Impact This phishing scam is particularly alarming due to the scale of its potential reach. With Google Calendar's widespread adoption in both personal and professional settings, the pool of potential victims is enormous. Moreover, the consequences of falling prey to this scam can be severe. Victims risk exposing critical personal information, such as: - Banking details - Login credentials for online accounts - Cryptocurrency wallet keys Such data can be used for identity theft, unauthorized transactions, or even selling personal information on the dark web. How to Protect Yourself Fortunately, Gmail users can take proactive steps to shield themselves from these attacks. Security experts recommend tweaking specific settings in Google Calendar to prevent invitations from being automatically added to your schedule. Follow these steps to safeguard your account: - Open Google Calendar on your web browser. - Click on the gear icon in the top-right corner and select Settings. - Navigate to the Event settings tab. - Under the option "Automatically add invitations", select "No, only show invitations to which I have responded". - Scroll down to the View options section and uncheck "Show declined events". By making these adjustments, you ensure that invitations sent by unknown sources won't clutter your calendar or trigger misleading notifications. Additional Security Measures In addition to modifying Google Calendar settings, adopting these best practices can enhance your protection: 1. Enable Two-Factor Authentication (2FA) Two-factor authentication adds an extra layer of security to your Google account. Even if attackers gain access to your credentials, they won't be able to log in without the second verification step. 2. Scrutinize Notifications and Emails Treat all unexpected notifications, especially those requesting sensitive information, with suspicion. Verify the sender's email address and double-check URLs before clicking any links. 3. Report Suspicious Activity If you receive a suspicious calendar invite or email, report it as phishing within Gmail. This helps Google improve its defenses against such attacks. 4. Regularly Review Account Activity Periodically check your account's recent activity for any unauthorized access or changes. This can be done via the "Security" section in your Google account settings. What Google Is Doing Google is aware of the increasing sophistication of phishing scams and has implemented robust filtering systems to block many such attempts. However, no system is foolproof. Users must remain vigilant and take individual precautions to protect their accounts. Google encourages users to report any instances of phishing through their dedicated channels. By analyzing these reports, the tech giant continuously refines its spam filters and security algorithms. Looking Ahead Phishing scams are evolving rapidly, and attackers are constantly finding innovative ways to bypass security measures. As technology becomes more integrated into our daily lives, the responsibility to maintain cybersecurity falls on both service providers and users. By staying informed about emerging threats and adopting recommended security practices, Gmail users can reduce their vulnerability to scams like this one. It is crucial to remember that awareness is the first line of defense against cybercriminals. The Bigger Picture This incident serves as a stark reminder of the importance of digital hygiene. While tools like Google Calendar and Gmail enhance productivity, they also introduce potential vulnerabilities. Balancing convenience with caution is essential in the digital age. As phishing techniques grow more sophisticated, ongoing education and proactive measures are vital to ensuring the safety of online users. By taking steps to secure their accounts today, Gmail users can avoid becoming statistics in tomorrowâs cybersecurity headlines. Final Thoughts The new phishing scam targeting Gmail users through Google Calendar invites highlights the ingenuity of cybercriminals and the need for constant vigilance. With the right precautions, you can safeguard your personal information and enjoy a more secure online experience. Take a moment to dive into your settings and flip that critical switchâit could save you from becoming the next victim. Read the full article
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'Looking back, 2023 was a year of wild swings. And two big strikes (if youâll forgive the pun) â first the Writers Guild and then the Screen Actors Guild took the studios and streamers to task, forcing production to a halt. Yet whatever was going on behind the scenes, Hollywood had a grand-slam year, asserting its audacious cultural relevance with the historic double-header that was âBarbenheimer.â
Varietyâs two chief film critics agree that Christopher Nolanâs portrait of the man behind the Manhattan Project is one for the ages â a âLawrence of Arabiaâ-level feat about a turning point in human history, as seen through the haunted blue eyes of one of our finest actors...
Peter Debrugeâs Top 10...
2. Oppenheimer
I admit to being underwhelmed by âOppenheimerâ on first viewing. (Hard to imagine, considering the scale, but it didnât help that the Imax print broke at the filmâs press screening, forcing the theater to switch over to a lower-res backup projector â a twist that must have horrified control freak Christopher Nolan.) Grand as anything David Lean ever directed, this massive, awe-powered biopic had been marketed as the making of the atomic bomb, the detonation of which occurs at the two-hour mark, with a third of the movie still to go. Turns out, that last hour holds the (moral) key to why Nolan had to tell this story. After racing to beat the Germans, Manhattan Project super-brain J. Robert Oppenheimer (a never-better Cillian Murphy) faces the terrifying ramifications of what heâs wrought: We now live in a world of nuclear weapons, whose secrets inevitably fell into dangerous hands. I should have known that âOppenheimerâ would demand multiple viewings, as that was true of âMemento,â âInceptionâ and nearly all Nolanâs films. My advice to you: See it as big as possible as many times as it takes...
Owen Gleiberman's Top 10
1. Oppenheimer
Christopher Nolanâs mesmerizing drama became a testament to the promise that serious movies for adults can, and will, have a future in movie theaters. In the wake of its success, however, many have asked: How is it that a densely packed three-hour movie about the father of the atomic bomb became a big-ticket blockbuster on the level of films featuring superheroes, avatars, and Tom Cruise? The answer lies in Nolanâs wizardry as a storyteller. He stages âOppenheimerâ as a coruscating light show of history, dazzling in every detail. Itâs a film that draws you in with centrifugal force, even at it both celebrates and interrogates the fabled figure of J. Robert Oppenheimer, played by Cillian Murphy as a charismatic mandarin whose scientific genius is matched by his self-justifying insolence. If you think the movie falls off in its last third, you havenât watched it closely enough. Long after the bomb has been dropped, Nolan uses both the extended 1954 security hearing and the amazing performance of Robert Downey Jr. to place Oppenheimer in the crosshairs of judgment, revealing that his delusions were nearly as large as his heroism...'
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⪠⥠⍠âââ ( synopsis ) could you imagine having a wet dream about your hot neighbor?
âĄ Ë Ë â§ â reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy described, her/she pronouns, written with black reader in mind, pet names (good girl), oral fixation, oral (f.receiving), dirty talk, biting kink, backshots/doggystyle position, spanking, anal play (i mean he put a thumb in it that's it), marking kink, profanity, i think we should write smut about men in explicit mangas some more, mentions of a wet dream, wet dream is in italics, slight pervert!reader, this been in my drafts since august lol, i colored the header lol, @eiflawriting gave me the idea so i ran with it, minors dni pls !
YOU COULDNâT HELP BUT STARE AT HIM WHEN YOU SAW HIM. You remembered how your eyes lit up with curiosity seeing him move into the apartment next to yours. An apartment with many tenants who moved in and soon quickly moved out. A rumor traveled around that a ghost resided in that apartment, but you never cared to gossip about said rumor. You just went to work and came home. It was a sad cycle that youâve done Monday through Friday. Occasionally when you would be leaving for work, you'd see him. The bags under his eyes are as heavy as heâs taking his trash out to put into the apartmentâs trash bin. His whole demeanor oozed sex appeal even though he would be the type of man your parents would usher you to stay away from.Â
He was a handsome man, and when you laid down to sleep, you only seethed in jealousy, hearing faint moans through the thin walls. A regular neighbor would march over and bang on the door to tell their neighbor to keep it downâbut with you, it felt like your body was stuck. You stared at the ceiling indulging in the sound of the way he pleasured this woman. That jealous pit twists in your stomach, realizing that you have most likely been crushing on a taken man this whole time. But it didnât make sense, you hadnât seen a woman enter or exit his place when you were around. Either or, you still thought that it should have been you to have the privilege of cooing out his name the way this woman was.Â
You could do better. You know you can.Â
You may have been in a significant drought, but you were positive your plush lips could kiss him better. Your mouth could wrap around his cock better. You could move your hips while riding him better. But then again, this woman had to have something you didnât if he was making her feel like this every night.Â
You took your pillow over your head to scream into it. The heated feeling between your thighs caused you to roll over on your side to force yourself to sleep. You were only torturing yourself by continuing to be a pervert and listening to him pleasure another woman. Before you could utter a string of complaints to yourself, your body finally relaxed for you to fall into a deep slumberâa poor attempt at ignoring the walls through the paper-thin walls.Â
Your body stirred in your sleep as you felt something under the thin lilac-colored duvet that covered your body. You felt something wet upon your thighs as if somebody was nibbling on the flesh on the inside area of your thighs. You attempted to squirm tiredly, but the grip upon you grew tighter. With your hand rubbing the sleep out of your eye, you lifted the duvet, and your eyes nearly bulged out your head seeing him. His eyes filled with so much hunger it sent a chill down your spine. With the oversized t-shirt you usually sleep in pushed up to your waist, you watched as the flat of his tongue glided upward and downward on the clothed part of where your pussy lips were. Even though your underwear was blocking the pleasure feeling of his tongueâyou still felt yourself grow wet at the feeling.Â
Your next-door neighbor Totsumoto Yuushi didnât waste any time dragging your fusion-colored panties down your smooth legs to get a taste of you. The flat of his tongue dragged across your puffy pussy lips just to finally relinquish in the taste of you. His darkened eyes met with yours through the little light that shimmered through the window from the moon. You relaxed in his touch as soon as you felt the first flicker on your clit. Your breathing hitches in your throat before you cough up moans and your fingers tangle into his black hair. Before your eyes lolly in the back of your head, the last glimpse you got was of Totsumotoâs eyes shifting close as he finally wanted to focus on his main task.Â
Totsumotoâs tongue glides around the entrance of your drooling cunt, and he even could feel you clench, feeling him teasing you. Your thighs were seizing close due to the intense feeling of him between your thighs, but he just pinned them back open. You even heard him moan as he continued to eat his meal. He didnât leave a drop of slick for him not to savor. The blood rushing to his cock with each kitten lick heâs making on your pussy or each flicker and suck on your sensitive bud. Your juices stained his face, but he could care less when it was a mouthwatering meal right before him.Â
Your body arched off the mattress as you failed to run away from your pending orgasm. Your stomach began to form the most satisfying knots for Totsumoto to untie, but he pulled it away. He shortly let his lips drag kisses and bites on the inside of your thighs. He removed himself away from your pussy with a satisfying pop.Â
âI want you to cum on this dick, Y/N.â His voice rasps. âI know you want the same thing, right?â Totsumoto tilts his head to the side slightly as if heâs letting his head rest on your bite marks-covered thigh, and his eyes never stop looking at you.Â
Totsumotoâs words hit you like a truck with each continued kiss and bite. Your brain felt like complete mush as you realized he snatched your orgasm away from you in the blink of an eye. With his cock on hard, he kisses up your body until his face is just inches away from yours. Him being on top of you but also sure not to squash you. You could feel his cock on the inside of your thigh. Just by how it feltâyou could tell it was fat. Youâve had your perverted thoughts during a hot morning imagining how his cock looked. Was it long? Was it girthy? Was he circumcised? How pretty was the tip? Youâve asked yourself that constantly.Â
Heâll inch closer to your lips. Through your stare of desperation for him, you watched him lick his lipsâsavoring in the aftertaste of your pussy before he spoke once more, âHowâd you want it? Since youâve been a good girl while I was between your thighsâŚ.âÂ
Teasingly, heâs letting his teeth nibble on your plump lower lip instead of giving you the satisfaction of a heated kiss.Â
âIâll let you choose.â He adds.Â
And thatâs how you whine up on all fours with a perfect arch and your cunt eager to swallow Totsumotoâs cock. You figured that if you were to do missionary, youâd become cock drunk for the gentleman immediately. His callous hands grabbed at your waist, dragging you closer to him; you could feel the tip of his cock brushing against your entrance. âJust relax, pretty, sure you fit around me perfectly,â Totsumoto assured.
Heâs collecting saliva in his hand to coat his girthy cock with, even though he could see how wet you were for him through his dark locs that fell in his face. His hand gripped your waist, similar to how a person would with some bike handles. He completely braced himself for the waterfall he was about to experience. First, heâs shoving his tip inâslowly, just so you can get used to it, savor it. A wonderful feeling he could get used to. Second, heâs gradually shoving move of his cock inside you. This time heâs taking note of how your manicured fingers grasped at the sheets.Â
âI thought you could take my cock, hm?â Heâll teasingly ask.Â
You couldnât even answer his question before heâs immediately plowing forward. No regard for getting used to his size when the wet cunt in between your thighs was enthusiastic for more. Youâll moan out his name like a song you knew from heart. The lewd sound of heated skin slapping against each other adding on to your tune of moans. It created a sweet melody that Totsumoto enjoyed hearing. It motivated him to fuck just a little better, a little harder.Â
Your pillow was beginning to stain with your salty tears with each ram of his hips. You only had the opportunity to let out broken moans that bounced upon the thin walls of your bedroom. Your hand went back behind you to slow down his abrupt thrusting, but that only led to him swatting your hand away as if it were a fruit fly flying around a garbage can. At this point, you had lost count of how many times the two of you had cum. The sticky mess that imprinted your thighs didnât stop Totsumoto from continuing what he was doing. The white ring that decorated his cock only turned him on even more. His eyes lazily droop to gaze at your pussy, swallowing his cock. It was an intoxicating feeling how you were clutching around him. Which each pull back on his cockâhe could feel you tremble. Hurriedly, wanting to run away from his jabs but ever so eager for him to fill you up some more.Â
âYou were waiting to feel my cock werenât you?â He growled lowly. He noticed you didnât answer his question, only purring out desperate moans. The dark-haired male took that as a challenge. His large hands that once were on your plush love handles would press down your back, ensuring that you wouldnât break the perfect arch.Â
Totsumotoâs fingertips trace alongside the flesh of your ass. His hand slaps at it, and his actions' ripple effect causes his cock to twitch inside you. His body felt like he was running a fever so hot that he could most likely faint. His jet-black strands of hair were sticking to his sweat-coated forward, but even if his hair drooped low in front of his intoxicating deadpan eyesâhe still couldnât take them away from the mess between the two of your bodies. His strokes were beginning to grow sloppy as his body finally overheated due to his lewd actions.Â
You knew that the older gentleman was so close to cumming. His grip on your waist tightens, completely entrapping you from running away from his brash thrusting. It took you by shock feeling his thumb insert instantly into your asshole. Your body tensed up, and he leaned down to place the sloppiest set of kisses on your back. âItâs just a thumb unless you want it to be something else.â He hungrily said.Â
His words sent a frightening yet exhilarating chill down your spine. Your fingers grasped the crumpled sheets on your mattress as you met his thrusting halfway until the both of you were a cumming mess. Youâve had your fair share of sleeping with men. From horrible hookups to the best lovemaking, no one ever made you feel like this when you were orgasming. You felt like you were on the highest cloud attempting to climb down all by yourself. Your limbs quivered with each sloppy cum coated slam upon your ass, and your moans became so frantic that someone would have thought you were speaking in tongue. The messy mess that imprinted the two of your skin wasnât as bad as the mess when his cock hesitantly removed itself from you. Totsumotoâs thick cum dripped out of your cunt as he let your body collapse on the mattress below you like a personal used fleshlight. You could hear his breathing returning to normal as he let his fingertips drag alongside your sweat-coated body parts.Â
âSleep tight. Youâre going to need it for when I return.â His words came out like a whisper.
When his fingertips left your body, you felt cold without his touch. You were utterly addicted to his touch, and you needed more. However, your shaken limbs and depleted body said otherwise.
Exhaustion overcame your body as the only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of you trying to control your breathing. Your eyes became droopy, and you realized that he just gave you the best dick you could imagine, that you instantly fell into a deep slumber.
The annoying sound of your alarm caused your eyes to open instantly. Your phone was practically yelling at you to get up to start your day. When you pressed the snooze button on your phone, you glanced at the time. You still have a couple more minutesâperhaps you can attempt to fall asleep to continue the dream. Your panties already were damp, and your nipples hardened in anticipation due to it, but no matter how comfortable you got or how tightly squeezed shut your eyes wereâyou couldnât fall back into that deep slumber. There you were, staring at the ceiling, thinking about him, and once again, the horrible feeling of him not being able to pleasure you outside of your perverted wet dreams swirled around in your mind.Â
A knock could be heard from your front door, causing your thoughts to disappearâ just like the dream you had last night. You climbed out of bed to answer the door, mumbling coherent words about who could be visiting you so early. It was most likely another salesman that wanted to sell something. You opened your front door, and all the annoyance in your body disappeared. There, your neighbor Totsumoto Yuushi stood at your door holding a box.Â
Your words were stuck in your throat as your fingers toyed with the ends of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed. Totsumotoâs eyes traveled down your body, staring at your boobs, and he took a mental note of how your nipples poked through the thin fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing. He cleared his throat to clear out the tension in the air.Â
âThe delivery guy put this outside my door, and it belongs to you.â Totsumotoâs deep voice croaked out.Â
âThank you.â Your arms extended for him to drop the package in your arms.
Instead, he wiggled past the small gap between you and your cracked door and directly placed your package in your house. He walked out of your apartment and glanced down at you. The scent of him went by you, and you could feel your knees weaken.Â
âIâm going to get going now. If you need anything, just knock on my door.â His lips form a sly smile before he walks down to his apartment.Â
You closed the door when he was no longer in your eyesight. Your back pressed upon the door as you slowly slid down itâif only he could get you the one thing you wanted the most.Â
And that was for your wet dream to come true vividly.Â
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Stud and Smartie Universe - Masterlist
Pairing: Mechanic Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader (Stud and Smartie)
AU Summary: You're crazy about your handsome roommate. Luckily, he feels the same way about you.
AU Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), oral sex (m. and f. receiving), dirty talk, fluff, feels, porn with feels (it's me, lovelies), idiots in love, roommate!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more to be added.
A/N: An out-of-order AU, Stud and Smartie stole my heart. How can you love this beefy man? This is also an ongoing AU, so one-shots, imagines and drabbles will be added as they are written. Header by @sgt-seabass and banners by @vase-of-lilies. Love and thanks for giving our roommate a chance!
Orientation
Summary: You become Bucky's new roommate, putting you both on a path for new beginnings.
Alpine's Approval
Summary: Alpine is particular about the company she keeps, but she adores you.
Newspaper
Summary: Bucky enjoys reading the morning paper.
Affectionate
Summary: Bucky reserves his affection for you.
Study Date
Summary: Bucky doesnât like other guys near his best girl.
Dance Break
Summary: A sweet moment with your roommate makes you fall for him more.
Missing Piece
Summary: Feelings come to light in the most fitting way.
Sleeping Arrangements đĽ
Summary: You insist on sleeping in your own room, but Bucky likes a challenge.
Clingy đĽ
Summary: Bucky needs you close by.
Handprint
Summary: You two always have fun in the kitchen.
Anatomy đĽ
Summary: You help Bucky relieve some stress after a long day.
Pizza and a Movie đĽ
Summary: You never make it through a movie with Bucky.
Book Boyfriend đĽ
Summary: Bucky is better than any book boyfriend. You'll prove it to him.
Under the Weather
Summary: You're under the weather, but Bucky still makes you smile.
Practice Test đĽ
Summary: Bucky loves helping with your studies.
Teacher's Pet đĽ
Summary: You role-play a bit with Bucky before a costume party.
Daddy? Sorry.
Summary: You and Natasha discuss what a "daddy" means to you.
Stop and Stare
Summary: Bucky can't help but stare.
Meet the Parents
Summary: Bucky wants to make a good impression when he meets your parents face-to-face and a bit of awkwardness ensues.
Interference
Summary: Alpine gives her opinion on a discussion you have with Bucky.
Soot and Alpine
Summary: A sweet photo from Bucky brightens your day.
Soak in the Tub đĽ
Summary: You want to relax in the bathtub with Bucky. He wants to make you feel good.
Whatâs Yours is MineÂ
Summary: You like to borrow Buckyâs shirts, so he decides to try one of yours.
No Other Love
Summary: Bucky wants to surprise you with a romantic evening.
So Thankful
Summary: You share some laughs with Bucky while you cook together.
Cookies and Hints
Summary: Bucky tries to get hints about his gifts as you bake together.
Like Animals
Summary: You ask Bucky an "important" question and he gives you a thorough answer.
A Bit Longer
Summary: You need to get up, but Bucky wants to hold you for a bit longer.
You're a Firework đĽ
Summary: You're all set to watch fireworks with the gang and Bucky can't keep his hands to himself.
đĽ = Smut
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OK SO my favs are definitely a tie between the one you have as your header in the field with the butterflies! the way the hair falls and the lighting, the anatomy itâs giving everything like i will never tire of looking at it AND the one with the moth wings cape!! itâs just so gorgeous i knew exactly what it was the second i looked at and i wiSH i could develop that just cleanness in my art that yours has, itâs just so pretty!! đđđ

Aggsh NO YOu!!! Your art is so clean too, your lines are đđ so nice!
The 3 girlies on the field is probably the painting that took me the most time, I really wanted to do my best on it. Also I have a weird obsession with drawing forearms, what can I say!
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what about reader summoning a demon in desperation after losing their job but they summon the wrong one? (Enji? Madara? Dabi? Miruko? Up to u it could be any1)
I made a header for this fic because it kept getting buried in my drafts also this fic is for you demon tail fuckers.
Subject: BNHA, Demon!Dabi aka Touya Todoroki
Title: How Much Does a Pound of Flesh Cost? (NSFW, fem reader)
Trigger Warning: Murder, demon summoning, workplace harassment, non con, cannibalism, loss of virginity/bad womenâs anatomy, tail penetration, blood, crying, reader is in pain multiple times
You couldnât take it anymore. The harassment, the taunting, the rumors. HR didnât help and God knew if your lazy as hell boss was going to so much as glance in the direction of your problems. So youâd had to turn to other means.Â
It was a last resort, youâd told yourself that over and over again, only to be used if there was no other option. You couldnât leave the job, it paid too well and no where would hire someone who quit after just three months on the job. Wiping tears out of your eyes, you drew the last parts of the upside pentagram on your hardwood floors, the chalk coming off in puffy chunks.Â
The upside down pentagram was ugly, no lines straight or even, but it should work, after all, summoning a demon didnât require artistic talent, just desire. You grabbed the demon summoning book youâd gotten off Amazon and flipped to the page youâd bookmarked with sticky tabs and dried tears. In broken Latin and probably the worst accent ever, you read the words youâd only spoken in your fantasies and closed your eyes.Â
There was power in them, you could tell, though you werenât sure exactly how much power would come from them. And just as quickly as the power had built, it crashed. Terrified your eyes shot open, fear gripping your heart. Had you failed? Did you really fail in your final attempt to save yourself?
And then you saw it.
Him.
The demon in the circle.Â
He smirked at you from where he laid in the chalk, hair so dark red it was black, eyes blue as the hottest part of the flame, skin either charred in patches or pale and smooth, staples keeping it all together. Two bull-like horns grew from his head and a long devilâs tail whipped about behind him. âHey, doll,â he said, âwhat can I do you for?â
Youâd prepared yourself for this. Demons were tricky with their words and quick to act, it was best to find out what they wanted before you told them why they were summoned. âTell me what I have to pay first.â
âDoll,â he groaned, his body rising like a rag doll. His head flopped forward, those burning blue eyes zeroing in on you, âI canât bill you if you donât tell me what you want.â
Shit, maybe you didnât have the edge you thought you did. You swallowed and said, âI want... I want to make my coworkers suffer like they made me suffer. I want them to hurtâon the inside! I donât want to see them bleed out or anything...âÂ
The demon made a rumbling noise, your apartment shaking with him, picture frames rattling and furniture shaking. âYou wish for them experience the same pain you did, pain thatâs on the inside...â He drifted closer to you, an electric aura of malice surrounding him, âAnd you donât want to see them bleed. Tricky, tricky.â His tail whipped again. âI think I would like my price to be...â He stopped right in front of you and smiled wide, showing off sharp canines built for tearing flesh, âMy price will be your mucous.âÂ
You blinked. âMy mucous?â
He whipped his tail again, the tip of it suddenly right at your nose. âIf you agree to the terms then eat of my flesh and your will shall become mine.âÂ
âWait,â your mind was steal reeling from his price and now he wanted you bite his tail off? The book hadnât said anything about this.Â
âEvery second you hesitate,â the demon growled, âis another second of your torment. Eat and be fulfilled.âÂ
âFine, okay.â He really wasnât giving you time to think about this. You opened your mouth and he thrust in his tail, hard, the tip making it halfway down your throat, choking you for as heat crowded your face. For several swollen seconds you stayed there choking on his tail before instinct had you slamming your teeth down.Â
The tail snapped apart easily, the taste of pig skin a ghost on your tongue as the tail dropped down your esophagus and into your stomach. The weight of your deal hung heavily in your belly.Â
Heat erupted from your stomach, the taste of smoke overpowering your senses, burning your nose until you collapsed on the floor gasping for breath. Tears spilled over down your cheeks, carrying with it the sensation of burning, as if youâd been consumed in hellfire. The weight of the demonâs tail vanished.Â
When you finally caught your breath, you saw the demon was gone, leaving no trace behind except for the chalk circle that had been reshaped to read DĚ
ĚÍÍÍÍÍĚŚĚ Ě̝̹̲̌̎̍͢AĚÍĚ˝ÍÍÍĚŤÍĚ ĚŚĚŹȨ̸̌BÍÍĚÍÍĚÍĚĚĚĚźĚĚ ĚşĚłĚľIÍĚÍ ĚÍÍÍÍÍÍĚŤĚľ.
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With no idea when the demon would come back for his payment, you were left with no choice but to go to work. Your stomach twisted in terrorized knots. You didnât want to confront them, look them in the eye and know that their hatred wouldnât vanish without demonic intervention, but youâd used all your sick days and your rent wouldnât pay itself.Â
The building was empty, which wasnât unusual this early in the morning, though it concerned you the security guards werenât in their places. You got into the elevator and took a deep breath. Alright,Â
You slowly entered the office and noticed first the silence. No fingers clacking keyboards. No rising bubbles from the water cooler. No idle chatter. No one seated in their cubicle. Nothing. Not even security making their rounds.Â
As you walked through the maze of cubicles, a terrible stench invaded your nostrils, making your stomach twist. It was coming from the board room. You slowly made your way over, bile lapping at the back of your throat with each step closer, nausea swelling in your skull until you were dizzy. The carpet had claw marks coming from all over the office, as if something had been dragged away. Some cubicle walls were smashed or broken. You kept walking toward the smell.Â
And then you saw it.Â
Inside the glass meeting room, surrounding the large wooden table, were all your coworkers. Not a single one of them so much as twitched, their skin was purple and blotchy, nearly black in some spots. Internal bleeding, you recognized immediately, theyâd either been beaten so bad their organs ruptured or something inside them had been torn them apart. Either way you needed to get out ofâ
âHey doll,â Dabi the demon slithered out from the shadows, his voice making the room rumble like he had in your house, âlike what Iâve done with the place?â
You stared at him in horror. âYou... you did this?â
âI did,â he floated toward the table, newly regrown tail whipping behind him, âand it was fun, too. Its been a while since Iâve been asked to kill without leaving a trace. Youâre a surprisingly naughty girl.âÂ
âNo! I didnât want you to kill them! I wanted them to hurt like I didââ
âDoll.â His voice terrorized you and forced you still, a demonic force so dark and ugly that your nearly vomitted. âYou asked me to hurt them like they hurt you. You understand I canât make them feel anything that isnât...â He ran a blue fingernail over one of your coworkers darkened faces, âphysical.â He wrapped his tail around their throat, shaking their head back and forth. âSo I did what you asked, I made them hurt without letting them bleed out. All the bleeding is internal, where itâs supposed to be, and just like you requested.â
âNo, no, you should have said something if that was the case! I didnât want anyone to die!âÂ
âBut then you wouldnât have taken my deal,â he pouted, releasing your coworker to approach you, still floating, âand then I wouldnât have gotten paid. Besides, didnât they hurt you so badly you wanted to die? You summoned a demon to hurt them after all, and even agreed to pay my price.âÂ
His payment thatâs right it was... mucous. âWhy do you want mucous, anyway?â
He ran a hand down your nose and then hooked his finger into your nostril, forcing you to look up at him. Sharp pain erupted in your skin but the deadly look in his eye made you keep quiet. âDid you think this is what I wanted? Oh no, you poor silly, little thing. I donât know a soul would have use for your disgusting boogers.â His tail whipped forward and slid into your pants, ungraciously rubbing against your slit, âThis is the mucous I want. Your hymen.â
You tried to step away but Dabi hooked his fingers deeper, pulling up and making you scream from the pain. "You tricked me! I didn't agree to this!"
Dabi chuckled darkly. "Next time ask clarifying questions, babe." He sharply removed his fingers, letting you fall on the floor. He didn't let you catch your breath, grabbing you by the back of your shirt and throwing you on the table.
Your head hit the solid wood first, hard, marking your teeth rattle and skull bounce, the rest of your body forcing you to slide to the end of the table. A groan escaped your throat and when you tried to sit up, your face was just inches from your dead boss's. You shrieked and tried to scramble away, but Dabi pinned you down, one hand on your back, the other yanking your pants off. âStop!â You screamed, âThis isnât what I wanted!âÂ
You felt his tail circle your entrance, the tapered point pressing into your clit until you squirmed. It pulled your panties aside and felt the slick that had gathered, far too much for just rubbing your slit. It must have been some kind of demon magic that got him what he wanted faster. âThis isnât about what you want anymore,â he sneered in your ear, âyour request is fulfilled, now pay up.â His tail slid inside you, suddenly much larger than you remembered seeing or swallowing, stretching out your insides as the tapered point met your cervix.Â
But it kept growing. Â
The tailâs girth continued to swell inside you, breaking your tight rings of untouched muscle as your core clenched around it. No matter how much you wanted to hate it, it felt good all the way inside you, reaching parts of you that had remained clean until now, and then the pain kicked in again.Â
The discomfort before had been an uncomfortable adjustment, slightly itchy if anything, but now it was searing, your insides feeling like theyâd been torn apart and gutted. You shrieked, nails digging into the wood of the table. You swung your hips back and forth as if that would make him remove his tail but it only made the tip press harder against your cervix.
Dabi shoved your hips back down against the table. âRelax, Iâm almost done.âÂ
Each swell of his tail was excruciating, tears welling up in your eyes from the pain.Â
It seemed to reach a maximum painful girth, stuck inside you as your insides twisted. And faster than it had grown, his tail shrunk back down to normal and slid out of you. You could feel blood following after, dripping out of your entrance and onto the board meeting table. Â
Dabi started to lift himself up and you thought he was done, contract complete, but you heard him unzip his pants and before you could process exactly what was coming next, something new pressed inside you. It didnât hurt as much as the tail, but it was much hotter, pushing all the way inside you until something warm and squishy pressed against your clit. Your sore insides itched and clung at the object, making you whimper. âThis,â Dabi groaned, âis your tip.âÂ
He pulled back and slammed back in, your torn core making you see stars from the sharp pain. His dick. Heâd put this demon fucking dick inside you. You screamed and tried to thrash, but Dabi was so much bigger than you. So much stronger. All you really ended up doing was humping his cock and crying.
He simply ignored you and pumped roughly into you, his heavy balls slamming against your clit with each downstroke. You kept crying and thrashing and Dabi must have gotten annoyed with you because he growled, âYouâre making this harder than it needs to be. Just stay still and let me take what I want.â
You choked out a sob, failing at swallowing the tears that slid down your cheeks and onto the table. With your bossâs dead eyes staring into you, you did your best to ignore the rough thrusting of the demon youâd sold your virginity to. Youâd paid for revenge and lost far more than youâd bargained for.Â
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Dog Days Part 8: Doctorâs Appointment
((A look around one doctorâs office leads Abe to check in with another, although an unexpected find throws the hunter off in his investigation.
Yeah, again, sorry this took so long to get here. This part is on the longer side though, and I have a few more that should be ready to go up over the next couple of days. Iâm also hoping to get this story done without any more big breaks.
Since itâs been a while, hereâs a link to Part 7: Leaving the Clinic, and one for the entire series so far.))
It was a long night, and Abe might have almost dozed off once or twice or half a dozen times, but he kept his watch on the front door of the clinic and the steady trickle of people entering and leaving throughout the dark hours. Some were in and out in less than half an hour, others took longer, but by his count no one went in that didnât come out. So that was one easy point in the doctorâs favor, although missing patients sure would have made ending this case early a possibility.
No, the last patient left around 4:30 AM, and it was in the still darkness of 5 AM before the doctor himself stepped out of the clinic and locked the door behind him.
Interesting--even with the late sunrise in the fall, that didnât leave much time before dawn. Unless the vampire was willing to cut it close, he couldnât live that far from his clinic, especially as the doctor turned and began walking away rather than going to one of the cars parked on the street.
Abe hesitated. He had two immediate options: follow the doc and see where he holed up during the day, or check out the clinic.
As soon as the doctor rounded the corner, the hunter impulsively jumped out of his car, only to nearly wind up face first in the gutter along with the leaves and trash when his head and body refused to cooperate.
Right. How long had it been since he last got some real sleep? And that little binge he went on back at the house yesterday hadnât helped much. His head pounded as his vision shifted before resettling, and he swallowed back a bad taste in the back of his mouth while he leaned against the car and waited for his legs to wake up.
On second thought, maybe checking out the docâs clinic while he could be sure it was empty was the real way to go. There would be other chances to see where the vampire spent his days.
Abe trudged across the silent street to the front door of the office and looked around, despite the obvious lack of anyone else out at this unholy hour of the morning, before kneeling down in front of the lock. A few minutes working with his personal set of lock picks, followed by a quick search that turned up a spare key hidden behind a loose brick, and he was in.
He closed the door softly behind him, waiting for several heartbeats to make sure the building really was silent, before he started looking around the place.
First up was the waiting room, which was clean and well taken care of, but Abe noticed that not all of the chairs matched, like they had been bought secondhand separately rather than as a set, and while he didnât know much about art, the calming paintings on the walls all had a bargain bin look to them. Behind the receptionistâs desk, he found an older PC that he didnât bother with turning on, and more importantly a binder full of dated sign-in sheets.
For a moment, he perked up at the idea of a record of the kind of people who came here, but after turning through a few pages of obviously false names, including the occasional that looked like someone couldnât even be bothered (unless some parents out there really decided to call their kid âBurnt Armâ) he decided that was a bust. There was an appointment book, but all of the entries were little more than a time and set of initials, with the occasional note in what looked to possibly be German, although the writing was so cramped and hurried that it might as well have been scribbles to Abe.
Seeing nothing else of interest, Abe opened the door next to the desk onto a small hallway, where the first door was to the office of the doctor himself. Right where he could keep both doors open in order to keep an eye on the waiting room if needed, a suspicion that grew stronger when Abe spotted the twin door stoppers near the wall. There were only a few examining rooms, a set of swing doors, and then a door at the end of the hall marked as the supply closet, and that was the entire place.
So, the clinic took on patients who werenât keen on giving their real names, and judging from the dĂŠcor and the size of the place they either werenât the kind of clientele to pay out a lot or the kind to care about the look of the place, although both was definitely an option. If this handwriting belonged to the doctor like Abe suspected, then he was doing desk work that could be put off on a receptionist or nurse. Either this Henrik guy worked alone or he couldnât keep someone else around every night, and Abe was just self-aware enough not to start guessing why that might be.
Deciding to work his way from the back to the front, Abe checked the supply closet first and found nothing out of the ordinary, or at least as far as he could guess. It was a large room, with a cot set to one side with a neatly folded blanket on top of it, which combined with the lack of windows must have made it a decent enough back up plan if the doctor couldnât get home before sunrise. There were bulk packages of standard medical equipment and first aid supplies, but it wasnât like this place was equipped to be a pharmacy or anything. And no body bags or stash of refrigerated and conveniently labeled stolen blood packs, which wasâŚprobably fortunate, although Abe would have appreciated an excuse to wrap this case up early and get the information he wanted in exchange already.
But walking through the set of swing doors next showed that this place wasnât just for taking care of the occasional burn or bruise. Abe took one look at the small area with its sinks and gowns and other prep supplies and the glass window that showed the surgery room beyond, and quickly backed out again.
There was nothing wrong about the room, it was thankfully clean and the most well-maintained place he had seen so far in the building, but the silent and waiting table in the center of a tiled and easily cleanable room surrounded by lights and waiting equipment gave his imagination far too much material to work with. The examination rooms also looked absolutely ordinary, although he tried not to think too hard about why someone would feel the need to use so much air freshener on top of the sharp scent of cleaning supplies when taking care of one room in particular.
Which just left the office of the doctor himself.
Despite being roughly the same size as any of the exam rooms, the space felt smaller thanks to the choice to add in shelves crammed with row after row of texts that hid any wall space that wasnât already covered in framed diplomas and certificates, some of which looked a little sketchy to Abe. The desk was turned so that anyone sitting at it could see straight into the waiting room when both doors were open, again confirming Abeâs theory about the doctor running this place alone at least on occasion. Said desk had a stack of files waiting to be returned to the waiting cabinet, along with some random pieces of papers and other odds and ends.
A look at the shelves found a lot of medical texts, but Abe was surprised to find more than a few familiar titles. He pulled off one that was identical to one of his own, until he opened it and found that the doctor had taken a vastly different approach to his notes and underlining compared to the hunterâs when it came to, for example, the sections on the anatomy of kappas or the habits of nagas. While his own personal notes made corrections based on what heâd had to do to survive past cases, the doctorâs notes were about how to spot warning signs of blood loss or recommended hours of sleep.
Interesting, but not helpful.
Returning the book to the shelf, Abe turned to the desk and took a quick look through the files that were practically just begging for someone to take a peek. Again, any patient names or anything that could be used to identify them was reduced to a series of letters and numbers that meant nothing to Abe, but he could at least read the notes on suspected conditions and treatments. He even found âBurnt Armâ again, and more than enough to guess that at least half of these patients werenât, in fact, human.
He closed the last file and made a conscious effort to forget what he read there as he tried to focus on what else was there on the doctorâs desk. A paperweight that looked like a spiral trapped in glass, a foam stress ball, some scattered notes that Abe skimmed over without actually reading until he realized that one of said notes was actually written on the back of a prescription note from a local hospital. The handwriting on the prescription was different but somehow just as terrible as the doctorâs, and while he couldnât read that he could read the type on the header: âFrom the desk of Dr. Iplier.â
âFinally,â Abe muttered to himself as he made a note of the name and hospital in his own notebook. A lead, or at least a contact of Dr. Schneeplesteinâs who might have something to say against or in defense of the vampire.
There was nothing else of interest on the desk, and Abe took just enough of a look in the file cabinet to determine that it was full of more confidential patient files. Even if he had the time to go through them all, he felt just uncomfortable enough about the idea to give it a pass for now. Ready to call it a day and get out of here before the rest of the city woke up and someone spotted him leaving, Abe did pause to check the drawers of the desk.
The top drawer was filed with an assortment of pens, pencils, paperclips, and other office supplies, and the one underneath was filled with spare paper and notepads and a few more files.
And, tucked away in the corner where Abe might have missed it if it hadnât caught the light overhead, a small, round plastic container with a label on the side that proved to be blank when he pulled it out.
And resting inside was a misshapen, used bullet, blood still clinging to its silver surface.
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Abe spent too long, checking the files, looking for any sign of the patient who had entered the clinic with that silver bullet inside of them, but there was nothing. Nothing, except for a scribbled note on one of the crumpled pieces of paper that littered the desk.
How to trace?
Nothing on its own, if Abe hadnât recognized the names and numbers of some local weapons dealers, along with the contact information of the Institute that was hastily but not completely scribbled out.
Abe made his own copy of the list, although his hand was shaking so bad that he could barely read his own handwriting. When he stepped outside of the clinic a few minutes later, he had to lean against the brick wall outside and catch his breath in the dawning sunlight before he locked the door behind him and returned the spare key to its hiding place.
He should go back to the office, try to get some sleep, think about this, he knew all that. Just as much as he knew that he wouldnât be able to sleep at all while the image of that used bullet was still in the back of his mind. At least, not until he was so exhausted that there wasnât any other choice but to close his eyes.
Determined to at least get something useful done until then, Abe got back into his car and took a little drive.
Aside from the patients who had to be there early for surgery and the regular ER crowd, the hospital was relatively quiet when Abe walked in the front doors, feeling close to naked without his heavy hunterâs jacket and accompanying weapons that for some reason werenât welcome in this establishment. Muttering under his breath and rolling up his shirtsleeves, Abe made his way to the reception desk only to stop short at the familiar face standing behind it.
âWhat the hell?â Abe said aloud before he could stop himself.
âGood morning,â Google answered, although his stare suggested anything but it. âDo you have an appointment?â
âWhaâIs that it? Is your client another doctor, is that whatâs going on here?â Abe asked, and the Google unitâs frown only grew more pronounced.
âI do not understand what you are talking about. If you wish to make an appointment, please specify the doctor you are looking for. If this is an emergency, I can direct you to our Emergency Room where trained staff is standing by.â
âYou donât understandââ Abe sighed and ran a hand over his face before moving closer to the desk and lowering his voice. âIâm here about what we discussed yesterday, remember?â
Google looked him up and down behind his glasses, and Abe swore he could hear the hum of magic and electricity whirring behind that chest before he spoke again. âYour face does not match any of my records. Perhaps you are thinking of another magitek unit?â
âLook, if you canât talk about it now, just say so, but donât pretend youâre someone else just because you have on a different shirt now,â Abe said. The green shirt was literally the only difference he could see between this man and the one standing outside his office yesterday, and even then, they both had the same âGâ on their chest for crying out loud. âIâm here to see a Dr. Iplier. Which way to his office?â
ââŚI would argue this point further, but I suspect that would be an inefficient use of my resources. Please wait while I check Dr. Iplierâs schedule,â he said before freezing, his eyes focusing on some point in the mid distance while Abe wondered if he had just been insulted. Just as Abe was thinking about checking a directory and hoping for the best once he found the right floor, Google suddenly came back to himself and said, âDr. Iplier does not have an official appointment until 9 AM. However, he has noted that he is expecting someone to come by this morning and that I am to let them pass without question.â
âFantastic,â Abe said, already questioning the security around here but not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. âCan you tell me the way to his office?â
Hell of a name, Dr. Iplier. Part of Abe was tempted to ask if there was a relation, but he knew Mark had changed his name when he started acting and even then he only picked a name he liked the sound of. Still didnât sit right with him, when he had to say it out loud after all these years.
Said doctor barely had time to look up at the knock before his office door opened and the hunter let himself in. There was only a slight pause before he asked, âCan I help you?â
âYeah, yeah I think maybe you can,â Abe said. âThat Google thing up front, he work for you?â
âGoogle is considered to be hospital property, so in a sense, yes he does,â Dr. Iplier said, slowly putting his pen down. âWhy do you ask? He hasnât caused another...incident, has he?â
âAnother one?â Abe paused at that but decided to press on with the train of thought already in progress. âHospital property. So if someone who worked for the hospital, maybe a doctor perhaps, were to send that thing to, say, my office, you could do that?â
The doctor started to say something, stopped, and then started again. âIâm sorry, are you saying that you saw that Google outside of the hospital yesterday? Because thatâs impossible, that magitek unit is bound to these premises, it literally cannot leave the building without a serious rewrite of its system.â
ââŚWhat?â Abe said, feeling the sudden rush of having figured all this out just as quickly evaporating with each passing second. âWait, there really isâŚmore than oneâŚâ
The doctor nodded with almost condescending patience while Abe felt he could have started this conversation off better by just going ahead and shooting himself in the foot. But one doctor using someone else to accuse another doctor of some vague and as yet undiscovered scandal just to put his practice under and maybe gain some new business, it would have been so simple.
âYes, that Google was a donation, I believe, straight from the creator, but I really donât know much more than that,â Dr. Iplier confessed. âYouâll have to ask someone else if you want to know more, magic and technology arenât really my area of specialty. Now, unless youâre here about a medical issue and willing to make an appointment, would you kindly leave?â
His tone more than anything was enough to snap Abe out of his disappointment and straight back into his usual resting state of anger and accusations.
âHow about if I have a medical question for someone else? One I think you might be familiar with,â Abe said, pacing slowly across the plush carpet of the doctorâs office which was much less cluttered than Dr. Schneeplesteinâs and offered more space to move around and ignore the waiting chair opposite the doctorâs desk.
âWhen a vampire enters the city, they have to get through a whole rigamarole to get registered, right? Been that way forâa while, yeah?â Abe started, pausing only slightly when he tried to recall when that became a thing. He could remember clearly the whole upset that caused along with the other Bronson Institute-backed policies, but it all started to blend together after a while. âPublic hospitals like this one are involved in that process, right?â
âThatâsâŚcorrect,â Dr. Iplier answered, his tone and expression clearly showing his confusion at trying to piece together how this was connected to Abeâs other questions. âMercy Green is one of several hospitals that are part of the sponsorship program. I canât speak of the number, of course, but we do have someâŚparticipants who are scheduled to come by and pick up their rations.â
âYou do know you can just say blood, right?â Abe said. âWhereâs that blood come from, again?â
âWell, we do have some donors who come through us to give to certain participants in a safe, controlled environment, but the majority of it comes from recently deceased people who had already agreed to be donors, similar to how we get organ donations. We canât use that blood for living patients, but the vampire immune system is capable of handling it.â
Abe nodded along like he was listening, but this was all stuff he already knew. His real focus was on the doctor, the way he sometimes hesitated before choosing the âappropriateâ word, the way his eyes watched the hunter but at one point flickered downward and to his left. Moving on the pretense of examining the doctorâs license on the wall (from Nicaragua, a fact which on a normal probably would have earned a few questions on its own), Abe turned around and caught a glimpse of the mini fridge under the doctorâs desk.
Interesting.
âWhy exactly are you asking me about this?â Dr. Iplier asked. âThis is all public information; you can literally find all this out by looking online or attending one of the Instituteâs outreach events. And I would hope that a hunter would know this.â
Abe couldnât resist glancing down, wondering what had given him away with all of his usual gear back in his car. Deciding to brush it off for now, he answered, âI like to brush up on what I think I know every now and then. For example, I know registered vamps are limited on how much they can âwithdraw.â But what I want to know is if there are any signs that a vampire might be sucking a little off the top.â
The doctorâs expression became very fixed, and after a second to hear to replay what he just said, Abe quickly corrected himself, âI mean, whatâs it look like if someoneâs drinking more than theyâre allowed?â
ââŚRight,â Dr. Iplier said, after a cough to clear his throat. âAre you familiar with the feeling of coming off of a hangover?â
âWeâre acquainted,â Abe answered. Acquainted, lived together with so long that he might as well be common law married to the feeling, same thing.
âBased on the way they describe it, one step above that is where your typical vampire is at while on the current ration. Just enough to keep them from, and again not my choice of words, going âferal.â With the right support network and regular rations, they can control their impulse to feed, but in my experience, most turn to something else to take the edge off, such as caffeine or alcohol or binge-watching sitcoms, that sort of thing.â
âSounds like a recovering addict waiting to snap,â Abe pointed out. âOne missed ration and itâs over.â
âUnfortunately, yes. Thatâs what comes of keeping people at the bare minimum to survive,â Dr. Iplier said, and Abe saw the small wince around his eyes as the doctor immediately regretted his words. âThat is, I can see why there are campaigns to change the arrangement, and itâs less surprising when a vampire turns to alternative methods for acquiring additional blood. In that case, I suspect the obvious signs would beâŚmore energy, less reliance on coping mechanisms, greater tolerance for typical weaknesses such as garlic or sunlight in limited doses, such as being able to go out on cloudy days, that sort of thing. Depending on the quality and how much of an illegal supply they have access to, theyâre also more likely to forget about their official rations, which makes a registered vampire failing to show up a huge red flag for multiple and equally bad reasons.â
The doctor fidgeted with the pen in his hand before firmly placing it down on the desk and sitting back in his chair. âFortunately, Iâm proud to say that this hospital has had a 100% success rate in keeping our registered undead healthy and a non-issue for InstituteâŚemployees such as yourself.â
Abeâs palm hit the doctorâs desk with a loud smack and honestly a bit of a sting, but the hunter didnât allow himself to wince as he leaned toward the doctor and said, âI may be a hunter, but Iâm not with the Institute. Believe it or not, I have standards, and I need to know ifâif I canâŚâ
He trailed off, distracted by a scent he had failed to notice before, one that he was quickly able to trace to the bottle on the corner of the doctorâs desk. Despite being sealed, the smell of the liquid inside had managed to penetrate out, and just a whiff of it was enough to completely derail any of Abeâs remaining thoughts.
ââŚHunter?â Dr. Iplier prompted once the silence went on a little too long, his eyes nervously tracing out the bead of sweat that had appeared on the hunterâs brow while his mind seemed to be miles, or decades, away.
âSorry, thatâsâŚI knew a witch who made a burn cream thatâit just smells the same, IâŚâ Abeâs words wandered out, his mind back on the small bottle he left on the District Attorneyâs desk all those years ago.
âYes, I wouldnât be surprised if more than a few of our medicines came from that kind of source,â Dr. Iplier admitted as he picked up the bottle and shook the contents inside. âI could see why a hunter would use it, itâs certainly strong stuff.â
Strong enough to heal silver burns on a werewolf. Abe swallowed, remembering the color draining from the District Attorneyâs face, their hand pressed to their side.
âAre you okay?â The doctorâs voice sounded far away as Abeâs mind went back to that house, to the used silver bullet in Schneeplesteinâs office, to his promise to get them out of there, to the blast of the gun firing and his own chest burning with each heartbeat he shouldnât have.
It was the knock at the office door that snapped Abe out of it, or at least gave hive him the sense to get out of here now before he said or did something he would regret. How long had it been since heâd had any sleep? And add that little binge at the house yesterday before keeping watch in a car all night, and it was becoming more and more obvious to Abe that coming here was a stupid mistake. Mumbling something about needing to keep an appointment, Abe yanked open the door just in time to surprise the young man standing on the other side, his hand raised to knock again.
âOh, uh, sorry, I didnât realize someone else was in here,â he said. âIâm just here to pick up somethingâ"
âDonât worry about it, I was just leaving,â Abe muttered as he brushed by, only to pause and look again once he was out in the hallway. ââŚDo I know you?â
Young guy, bright eyes under the brim of that dad cap he was wearing even if they were ringed with dark hollows that looked like Abeâs own bags, jeans, t-shirt, he looked like every other kid Abe saw around these days, but he couldnât shake the feeling even as the guy shrugged.
âDonât think so, unless youâve seen my vlogs?â he answered, although his tone suggested he didnât think Abe fit in the usual audience. A good guess, since Abe didnât even know what a vlog was.
âNever mind,â Abe muttered as he shook his head and kept walking, eager to get some fresh air.
Chase looked over his shoulder at the hunter and then back at Dr. Iplier, who could only muster a half-hearted shrug before inviting him in.
((End of Part 8. Thank for you reading, and thank you all for being patient with me!
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PAIRING | na jaemin x female reader (ft. dreamies + enhypen 02z)
GENRE | fluff, angst, college au
WARNINGS | intended lowercase, cursing, stem student slander, inaccurate photography terminology
WORD COUNT | 3.5k
SUMMARY | inspired by enhypenâs âpolaroid loveâ â in his twenty-two years of living, na jaemin has never been in a proper relationship. after witnessing his best friends go through their fair share of complicated, devastating heartbreaks, jaemin decided he was better off investing his time and effort into his studies, rather than wasting his time falling in love. years of having fleeting crushes and being countlessly confessed to passed by and not a single person could tempt jaemin into the world of love. that is, until, he meets someone that he canât get out of his head no matter how long he stares at his anatomy textbooks. someone that reminds him of the hopeless romantic he once was. someone that can show him that love doesnât have to be so complicated to succeed.
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HEADER KEY | ⢠REC -> a characterâs point of view | â GALLERY -> a flashback from that characterâs point of view

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âthanks for agreeing to come so last minute,â jake smiled, fiddling with the straps of his camera bag as you walked side by side to the film and media building.
âoh, itâs no problem,â you naturally mirrored his grin, âhow come hoon couldnât make it though?â
âah, he forgot his sister was performing at her schoolâs dance festival tonight, his parents came and picked him up before,â he explained, his steps slowing down as he checked the time on his phone.
you glanced over at your best friend and matched his new pace, âplease, i was gonna say, when would park sunghoon ever pass up the chance to be your model?â
âthatâs true, the manâs in love with his own beauty,â jake cupped his face with his hand, and you couldnât help but chuckle at the way he mocked your friend. âyâknow as his photographer, his confidence is so helpful when iâm shooting, but as his friend? it makes me want to bash my head into a brick wall.â
you threw your head back in laughter, placing a hand on jakeâs arm to steady yourself, âshould i be worried for my shoot then orâŚ?â
âabsolutely not, y/n, you could never annoy me to that extent,â he reached to grab your hand, giving it an affectionate squeeze. his touch lingered on yours for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and let go.
âwow, iâm flattered,â you paused to let three eager film students and their bulky equipment get past you, âalso, i was thinking we could go get dinner after this. iâll pay, since you did last timeâtake it as an apology for being embarrassing in front of your friend last week.â
jake winced at the memory of you rushing him and interrupting his conversation with jaemin, âwell, apology accepted, do i get to choose where?â
âsure! uh, within a reasonable price range though,â you quickly added, remembering the many packages that were on their way from nights of (un)necessary online shopping.
âhmmm, iâm craving meat⌠can we go to that korean barbeque place with the turtle-shell grills? i love it there!â the boy was practically jumping up and down in excitement, and you knew you could never say no to him.
âsounds good, jakey! yâknow my wallet happens to love it there too, they have a student discount,â you nudged him with your elbow, ending up accidentally winding him in the process.
muttering a few âsorryâs and gently rubbing the spot youâd hit a little too hard, jake opened the door to the studio eunjin had told them to meet in. as you laid eyes on a room of unfamiliar people, you subconsciously stuck closer to the only person you knew, bowing to eunjin just as jake had done, and following him to a spot where someone you thought you recognised was beckoning him over to.
âover here, jake!â the boy with the honey-brown hair waved, a pretty smile on his face that you couldnât seem to take your eyes off of.
âjaemin hyung! you know y/n, right?â jake nodded towards you, and you took that as a sign to detach yourself from his side, waving at the two older boys.
âahh yes, i remember,â jaemin waved back, and gesturing next to him, he introduced his friend, âoh, and this is haechan.â
âthe haechan that convinced your mutual friend that your name was âdaemanâ for three months?â jakeâs jaw fell open, recalling one of the many stories jaemin had told him about his best friends and housemates.
âyup, the man, the myth, the legend himself,â jaemin rolled his eyes at haechanâs announcement. âpleased to meet you both,â he took a dramatic bow, his humorous actions melting your nerves, âiâve heard a lot about you!â
âlee haechan!â jaemin gritted his teeth at his friend, his eyes widening in shock and embarrassment, âhaha⌠what he meant by that was, uh, i, um, i sometimes tell the guys about what happens at photography club and youâre usually in those stories, jake.â
âwow, iâm honoured to be the main character of your stories, hyung,â jake proudly put a hand on his chest, âah, thatâs right, do you know why eunjin noona asked us to bring someone with us today?â
before jaemin could even answer, eunjin called for the roomâs attention, âgood afternoon, everyone! for those of you who came as models today, thank you and a warm welcome to you all. my name is kang eunjin and iâm the president of the photography club. iâll be leading todayâs session, where weâll be taking photos for split-personality portraits. however, i donât expect the models to be dressed for a split-personality look, instead, you will be paired with another photographer and model.â
out of the corner of your eye, you saw jake glance over at jaemin, tilting his head as if to ask him if he wanted to partner up, to which he was met with a nod and an eager thumbs up.
ânext week, using the photos from the two models, youâll be editing those photos to create a split-personality portrait containing each model. i recommend you choose someone who has a similar style to you, but what you decide to do with your models will be completely up to the two of you. you can create as much of a contrast between them as possible, or make them appear as similar as possible, whatever youâd like. we have enough backdrops set up so that none of the groups have to share. you have an hour so, go wild, and donât forget, you can come to me if you have any questions!â eunjin concluded, as everyone hurried to find partners that they were satisfied with.
meanwhile, your little group had already decided for themselves, claiming the white backdrop youâd been lingering by for the past few minutes.
you watched as jaemin and jake set up the lighting and discussed their ideas for the shoot whilst you stood to the side, checking your face in your phoneâs camera to ensure you looked, at the very least, decent.
âsorry if i was a bit much before,â haechan popped up behind you, making you jump. âmy friends always tell me to tone it down when iâm meeting new people but, well, i canât help but let my natural charm shine through.â
you laughed, his interesting sense of humour and overflowing self-confidence reminded you of your friend sunghoon, and the familiarity made you feel more comfortable, âthatâs okay, sunbae, it definitely helped me feel less nervous, since i donât really know anyone here except from jake.â
âno problem but, hey, none of that sunbae stuff,â he shook his head, âyou can just call me haechan. i know iâm a fourth year and all but it just⌠it makes me feel ancient.â
âokay then, haechan,â you felt much more at ease speaking casually, âwhatâs your major? iâm a philosophy major, second year.â
âooh, philosophy! i have a friend whoâs doing his masters in philosophy. i double major in business and psychology, since i wanna go into consumerist psychology after graduating.â
âwoah, that sounds so coolâ oh, um, i think youâre, uh, needed,â you tapped his shoulder and pointed at jaemin, who currently had his arms crossed and lips pursed, sending glares at the chatty haechan.
âwell, thank you, y/n! i was starting to think he was deaf or something,â jaemin stuck his tongue out at his friend, who was mocking him in a high-pitched voice as he made his way over to the backdrop.
you tried to hold back your laugh at their immature antics, covering your mouth with your hand. who wouldâve thought that those two were older than you, let alone grown adults.
the childish bickering didnât last long though; as soon as haechan had the lens pointed at him, his professionalism settled in and, if you hadnât known any better, you wouldâve thought he was actually a model.
your gaze, however, quickly drifted away from him and landed on the man behind the camera. you couldnât pinpoint it, but there was just something so charming about the way jaemin calmly led the shoot, instructing haechan on how to pose and adjusting the light to various angles to capture the perfect shots.
he looked just as enchanting, if not more, with a serious, concentrated expression on his face instead of a beaming grin, as he monitored his progress and shared his results with his partner.
âhey, jake, i know iâm sending haechanâs photos to you anyway, but i think it would be good if you got some shots of your own in, theyâll look more consistent and itâll make it easier for you when youâre editing,â jaemin stepped back, encouraging jake to take his place.
âokay, sounds good, weâll start y/nâs shots in a bit then,â you snapped out of your daze when you heard your name, giving your best friend a nod of understanding, even though you had no idea what he was talking about.
âsorry for keeping you waiting for so long,â the last thing you expected was the boy youâd been staring at for the past fifteen minutes to appear next to you. âiâm a bit of a perfectionist when it comes to this stuff,â he let out a breathy laugh, drumming his fingers on top of his camera.
you placed a hand on your chest to calm your rapid heartbeatâcaused by the shock of jaeminâs unexpected presence, or maybe by jaemin himself; letâs just say it was both.
âoh, no worries, i actually enjoyed watching you⌠photograph! it was nice watching you, uh, work, yeah!â your little slip-up made you want to bash your head into a brick wall.
âi mean, i donât know much about photography, but you looked like a real professional back there,â you said in an attempt to revive the conversation.
your compliment brought a shy smile to his face, âthank you, but iâm no expert, i just like taking photos for fun.â
âwho said you canât be an expert at something you do for fun? itâs not like those things are⌠oh, whatâs the word! theyâre not, theyâre not, uhhââ
âmutually exclusive?â jaemin knew he had gotten exactly what you meant by the way your mouth fell open slightly and you nodded at him.
âyes, that! of course you knew, youâre a stem major, right?â you vaguely remembered jake mentioning how they had bonded over photography being their creative escape.
âyikes, is it that obvious? itâs not the eyebags, is it? i promise itâs not because of the heavy workload, itâs just âcause i have an awful habit of having coffee at night. jenoâs trying to help me limit it to the mornings butâ i-iâm so sorry, iâm rambling, arenât i?â jaeminâs lively speech came to an end as he forced a laugh to cover up his embarrassment.
his shyness from before quickly returned, but you had to admit, you liked his chattiness, and you didnât want him to stop any time soon. it was almost⌠cute?
you shook your head lightly, as if that would physically rid yourself of the thought, âitâs okay! iâm usually the one thatâs doing the rambling so i donât mind at all. plus, i only know you do medicine because jake told me that his brother was in the same biochem class as you last year.â
âahh, thatâs right,â the older boy sighed, âiâm guessing youâre an arts major, then?â
âhumanities, actually. i do philosophy, which some people think is a social science but i personally donât think it really fits, even though it has its links in psychology, and i guess sociology too if weâre talking aboutââ you brought your hand up to your mouth to stop yourself before you went any further, âhaha, y-you donât need to know all that. sorry, this is exactly what i meant before.â
âno, no, itâs fine!â jaemin reassured you, that pretty smile was back on his face, âoh, that reminds me, i was meaning to ask if you would mind giving me your number before, so i could send you the pictures we take today.â
it took you a moment to register what he had said, but once you did, you didnât waste any time. âo-of course, yeah, thatâs fine! iâll even give you my socials while weâre at it,â you took his phone that he held out to you and typed in your number.
âjust out of curiosity, how exactly did me going on about my major remind you to get my number? if anything, if i were you, i wouldâve been put off of asking.â
jaemin let out a giggle, taking his phone back from you, âwell, after you apologised, i was thinking, if you were ever desperate to have a long rant but had nobody to rant to, i wouldnât mind being the one to listen to thatâafter all, i met you properly like, what, not even an hour ago? but youâve already heard about my housemates and my crippling caffeine addiction, if you were anyone else, i canât guarantee i wouldâve even spoken.â
you would be lying if you said your heart didnât skip a beat when you heard jaeminâs answer, âoh, youâre so sweet, and, hey, same goes for you. you can ramble to me about anything, just promise me you wonât block me if i spam you too much?â
âyes, as long as you donât block me if i text you at ungodly hours of the night.â
he laughed as he intertwined his pinky with yours, the sudden warmth of his touch had your breath hitching at the back of your throat. it took a moment for you to regain your composure, and when he eventually responded, you could barely hear him over the deafening thumping of your heart.
âof courseââ
âahem, miss y/n!â jakeâs loud cough brought your attention to him, reminding you that you werenât in fact in a world of your own with jaemin, but a studio instead, âget here now or youâre losing your instagram photographer privileges.â
you were immediately distracted from your best friendâs empty threat when you felt jaemin press his thumb pad against yours, locking your promise. he leaned closer to you, lowering his voice slightly, âyou should go, if jake keeps his word and you ever need a photographer for your instagram pics, you have my number,â he flashed a smile at you as he let go of your hand, gesturing for you to join your impatient friend.
even as you positioned yourself against the backdrop, you couldnât take your eyes off of jaemin, nor forget the way his hand felt against yours.

JAKE CAM ⢠REC
jake clicked through the shots heâd taken, his eyes flitting between the screen and your face, checking for your approval, âyâknow, if youâre happy with these, then we donât need to do any more, iâve got enough pictures to choose from.â
you nodded, satisfied with your photos, âyup, theyâre all good! not that i expected anything less from you, jakey. does that mean weâre done then?â
the boy felt the warmth rush to his cheeks at your compliment, hiding his reddening face by immersing himself with the settings of his camera. he cleared his throat before answering, âi-i mean, iâve got all that i need but, hey, jaemin hyung, do you wanna get a few pics too?â
âoh, yeah,â jaemin was already picking up his camera and reaching to adjust the lighting after jakeâs reminder, âdonât worry, y/n, i wonât keep you too long.â
you giggled, making your way back over to your spot by the backdrop, âitâs fine, you donât mind waiting, right, jake?â
he looked up from his camera, nodding, âcourse not, iâll start putting my stuff away now so i donât end up being the victim of your hangry rage again.â
your jaw dropped at your best friendâs not-so-subtle dig, âhey, watch your mouth, unless you wanna pay for your own food later.â
even when you were trying to be intimidating, jake couldnât help but find you cute, his teasing scowl dissolving into a wide grin when you furrowed your eyebrows and glared at him, âsorry, sorry!â
âyou better be!â he heard you say as he went to return the lighting gels heâd used, sneaking a few glances at you every now and then to check how you were doing with jaemin.
âoh, youâre done already?â haechan said out of the blue, shocking jake to the point where he almost dropped his camera.
âhyung! ah, you scared me,â the younger boy steadied himself and placed his camera in its bag before he could do any damage.
âdamn, thatâs the second time thatâs happened today, am i that scary? or was i just that quiet?â haechan asked, more to himself than to jake.
âno, no, i just get spooked easily. trust me, my friends love taking advantage of that,â he chuckled, âbut yeah, we finished already, jaemin hyungâs just getting a few photos of y/n as well.â
âoh, okay, that was quick, you two must work well together, huh?â haechan looked down at the time on his phone, and then at you in front of the backdrop, following the poses that heâd been doing before.
jake followed his gaze, a smile naturally making its way onto his face, âyeah, iâve been using her for my photos since high school, so i guess sheâs just gotten used to what to do by now.â
âah, i was watching you guys take pictures before and you just seemed to work so well together. that, plus how you were teasing each other, had me wondering whether you were, yâknow, together,â haechan shifted his focus back onto jake, his eyes widening out of curiosity.
âoh, uhh, t-together, as in likeââ
âlike, are you and y/n dating?â
jakeâs face fell as soon as the question came out of haechanâs mouth. of course he knew what he meant by âtogetherâ, he just didnât want to believe it was what he thought. it wasnât like heâd never heard the question beforeâin fact, heâd been asked that countless timesâbut, my god, did he hate it.
noticing jakeâs uneasy expression, haechan was quick to apologise, âoh, was that too far? iâm sorry, i-i was just being nosy, i didnât realise it would make you feel uncomfortableââ
âno, itâs okay, i was just⌠surprised is all,â jake tried to cover his discomfort with a smile, eyes darting around the room to look at anything but you.
now, it wasnât the question itself that jake despised; if he was being honest, he secretly loved the assumption that you and him were dating. what he hated was the answerâthe fact that the answer wasnât yes.
âno, w-weâre not together,â jake mumbled, wincing as he spoke the words that shattered his heart.
âsorry, what did you say? your club president was yelling something, i couldnât hear you properly,â haechan leaned closer to him in an attempt to block out eunjinâs voice.
âweâre⌠not together,â jake said through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the lump in his throat.
âohâŚâ haechan replied. his lacklustre response was followed by a few beats of awkward silence before he properly reacted, âwell, thatâs great!â
jakeâs head snapped up, confused at his unexpectedly positive reaction, âwh-what?â
âyeah!â haechan enthusiastically nodded. âi was just checking because, and you didnât hear this from me, but,â he lowered his voice, subtly gesturing towards you and jaemin.
âsomeone has taken an interest in y/n and wanted to know whether or not he had a chance with her before he went ahead and made a move.â
all jake could do was let out a quiet âreally?â, too focused on the fact that the broken pieces of his fragile heart had just been stomped on and destroyed.
âmhm, so, just making sure, you guys definitely arenât together, right?â haechan asked for confirmation, âoh, and she isnât with anyone else, is she? thereâs nobody else sheâs interested in or involved with right now?â
for a moment, jake considered saying yesâyes, there was someone else for you, someone youâd known and loved for years, someone who just didnât know it yet. it was just one little white lie, right?
but, would it really be worth it? would robbing you of the chance to be with a kind and caring partner who would cherish you and treat you right be worth a few more months of silent, aching pining? it would hurt him to see you with someone else, but his feelings had no right getting in the way of your happiness. your love life wasnât his to control, and he loved you too much to sabotage you like that.
taking a deep breath, jake faced haechan with a much more sincere smile, âno, thereâs nobody jaemin hyung needs to worry about, and iâm happy to, yâknow, help him out with y/n if he needs it.â
his eyes drifted over to you, huddled over jaeminâs camera, laughing at whatever heâd just said. jake felt his heart swell at the sightâeven if he wasnât the one behind that beautiful smile of yours, he was content knowing the person that was was someone he trusted and knew would make you happy.
âreally? thanks, man, i know jaem will really appreciate it,â haechanâs voice drew jake out of his distracted daze.
âof course,â he answered, his focus on you unwavering, âanything for y/n.â

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