#and its not to like throw myself at the floor and just say ''i suck i hate myself i suck at art'' its more so like the realization that

[psalidodont]

i never put it in consideration that much because i personally see my worldbuilding stuff as a way of expressing myself and just doing the things that i enjoy, seeing people being invested, amazed and inspired by the things i create really gives me the motivation to push foward with it and keep up creating, specially in these challenging times where things are straight up dogshit2

[recklesssturniolo]

Take It - C.S

dom!Chris, bondage (ish), takes anger out on reader, degrading, mix of 2 requests

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

“Fuck” I hear from the bedroom, followed by the door slamming. I immediately knew it was Chris. I listen as he throws his shoes off and continues mumbling in regard to what he was so mad about. I watch as he walks into our room. Continuing to slam drawers shut, ruffling through different ones.

“Chris? What’s wrong?” I ask.

“Take your clothes off” He demands.

“What?” I question, confused by his sudden request.

“Don’t make me ask again, take them off” He says as he makes his way over to the bed.

His tone and demeanour when he was angry was always hot to me, just the sight of him was enough to get me going. Doing as he says, I remove my clothes and wait for his next instruction. I stare at him as he practically rips off his shirt and throwing it to the floor, followed by him undoing his belt.

“Give me your wrists” He instructs.

A bit confused I quirk my eyebrow but comply regardless. Once he has my wrists, he loops the belt around them, them now being tied together before he places my arms back over my head. He’d never done something like this before yet the entire situation was turning me on. He grabs my jaw and pulls my face towards him, roughly kissing me.

“You know the safe word?” He asks.

I nod in response, “Use your words for fuck sakes” He grumbles.

“Yes I do” I whisper out as he roughly sucks on my neck, well aware he was leaving marks.

“Such a fucking slut. Doing everything I ask without a word” He growls, pulling away from me and situating himself between my thighs, “Move even an inch and I’ll stop, got it?”

“Y-yes” I stutter, mentally cursing knowing how difficult this was going to be.

Without another word his tongue connects to my pussy, my back subconsciously arching at the contact.

He pushes on my stomach so my back is flat against the bed again, “Did you not understand what I said? Take it and don’t move” He says through a clenched jaw.

“Okay yes I’m sorry” I mumble, wanting to thrust my hips up towards him but forcing myself not to.

I gasp as his tongue returns to my pussy, swiping his wet tongue over my slit, licking up to my clit. Taking my clit between his lips and dragging the flat of his tongue over it.

“Fuck Chris” I whimper, his tongue making its way into my entrance. My hands buckle in an attempt to grab onto his hair as I usually do - instantly knowing I fucked up as he pulled away.

“God such a whore you can’t even follow simple instructions, you can watch then” He says.

“What? No no I won’t move again I swear” I whine, my pussy throbbing.

“Should have fucking listened” He growls.

I watch as he removes his jeans and boxers, before his hands under my mouth, “Spit”

I do as he says and whimper as I watch him begin to stroke himself, my jaw dropping at the sight of him. His pre cum leaking out as he lets out a low groan, his head thrown back as he pleasures himself. My thighs rub together in an attempt to feel even the slightest sensation.

“C-Chris please” I strain out, my body burning for him.

“Please what huh? Watching me get myself off not enough for you? Too needy for me?” He says, looking at me with a slight smirk on his face.

“Yes fuck I need you so bad” I cry out.

Before I could process it, he’s undoing the belt from around my wrists and flipping me over. My pussy aching with anticipation. His hand smacking my ass once I was positioned how he wanted, a yelp leaving my mouth as he did.

“You want to act like a needy whore so badly, I’ll treat you like one” Chris spat.

He slams himself into me, my breath hitching in my throat as my pussy adjusted to his size, a whimper falling from my mouth.

“Take it. Don’t even think about pretending you can’t” He says, his hand slapping my ass again leaving a burning sensation flowing through my body.

Continuing to slam himself into me, pleasure coursing through my body, his pace slows slightly as he grabs my arms, holding them by my wrist behind my back. His other hand grabbing a fist full of my hair and lifting my head up.

“Oh my god” I whimper as he picks up his pace again.

“So pathetic, I can’t feel you clenching around me already. Don’t even think about coming” He growls, pulling my hair harder.

“But I -“ I begin before he cuts me off.

“I don’t care, you’re gonna come when I say you can. Got it slut?” He asks.

“Yes mhm okay” I murmur, now having to fully concentrate on not letting myself come undone.

“Fuck you’re such a little whore for me” He groans, letting go off my hair and grabbing my waist instead, steadying himself to be able to go faster. Each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body, my body begging silently for me to let go.

My legs begin to shake as the knot in my stomach becomes unbearable to hold back, tears threatening to spill from my eyes, “Please I can’t hold it anymore”

“Show me how much of a whore you really are, make a mess all over my dick before I fucking fill you up” He groans.

Immediately letting myself come, cries of pleasure fall from my mouth as a feeling of ecstasy courses throughout my body. Him holding me by my waist to keep my ass in the air, my legs begging to drop to the bed.

“Chris fuck oh my god” I whimper.

“Don’t move” He demands, “You can take a bit more”

I whine in response before I feel him twitch inside of me, and his come fill me up. Low groans and curse words leaving his mouth as he releases himself.

He slows his pace but speaks once more before fully stopping and pulling out, “Made such a mess all over me”

Both of us collapse beside each other onto the bed, our breathing fast and uneven as we laid there.

“Are you okay? That wasn’t too much right?” He asks.

“I’ve told you a hundred times I love it when you’re rough”

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[4sturns]

H(ATE) YOU

enemy!chris s. x fem!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you and chris do not get along. the both of you do the most to irk the other. but what happens when he has you under him, naked and moaning his name?

warnings: smut, pwp, oral (reader receiving), enemies to ???, hair pulling, empty threats (reader's a little violent), marking, chris is a masochist, dacryphila

a/n: y'all want a part two with messy, nasty, disgusting hate sex or nah ... also i had to rewrite literally half of this fic because tumblr crashed on me 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

if you were smart you wouldn't be here right now. you'd still be downstairs and enjoying the party just like everyone else. except you're not downstairs, instead you're upstairs in chris' bedroom, completely nude from the waist up and severely worked up.

you're unsure how you even got yourself into this situation. one second you were downstairs by the punch bowl, and the next you were dragged up the stairs and into his bedroom. maybe you shouldn't have provoked him.

chris hovers over you, his shirt discarded on the floor with yours. his breath is hot against your skin, his tongue licking at the sweet spot right under your ear. quiet moans leave your mouth at his motions causing him to smirk against you.

"keep smirking and i'll cut your dick off, sturniolo." you hiss at the boy. all he does in return is suck on your sweet spot, his teeth nibbling at the skin before pulling back to admire his work. a slightly red mark is left behind, though chris is sure it'll be blooming purple and yellow by the time he's done with you.

"maybe you should give my dick a try before saying such things, baby." chris sneers as he lowers his hands from your waist down to your clothed hips. his fingers hook around the belt loops of your jeans before he starts to slowly tug them down, his eyes fixated on yours.

"move faster or i'll do it myself." you throw your head back onto the pillow, breaking eye contact. you're tired of his teasing. you debate whether or not this is worth the fact you're missing out on the party downstairs, but your curiosity gets the better of you, making you stay put in chris' bedroom, your fate left completely in his hands.

"calm down, mamas. i'll give you what you want once you learn to tame that tongue of yours," chris finally gets your jeans off and haphazardly tosses them to the floor. "or you can use that tongue elsewhere." chris smirks.

"shut the fuck up." you snap back quickly.

you're left in your black lace panties which match your bra. your head comes back up to look chris in the eyes right as his teeth take a hold of the waistband of your panties, tugging them down and off of you at an agonizingly slow pace.

"holy shit, chris." you moan at the sight, noticing how much darker chris' eyes have gotten compared to the start of the night.

you can feel his breath against your skin, causing goosebumps to form in its trail. despite the obvious effect chris has on you, you refuse to let your guard down. you refuse to stroke chris sturniolo's ego. but you wouldn't really mind stroking his dick.

chris rids of your underwear, leaning back to place his feet back on the ground before reaching to undo his belt. he watches you as you watch his every move, as if you were daring him to keep going. and he's not one to back down from a dare.

"get your dick out before i cut it off, asshole." you spit through gritted teeth. although you know you don't mean it and chris does too. regardless, he quickens his movements, letting his pants fall to his ankles, revealing his boxers. they feel and look tight against him as his hard cock takes up any extra space. you'd never admit it to his face, but he seems quite big based off the imprint in his boxers.

he confirms this when he releases his throbbing member from the confines of his underwear, hissing when the hot tip touches the cold air. he's leaking from his tip already, presumably from the never broken eye contact he still holds with you.

when chris leans back down to get level with you on the bed, you can feel the temperature in the room start to rise. even if you won't admit it out loud, chris has already done a number on your body. he has barely done anything yet you're worked up beyond words and dripping onto his sheets.

"and for that you're not getting my dick," chris snickers, opting to slide lower onto the bed to settle between your thighs. you open your legs to him without protest, an action which makes chris break out into a smug smile and causing you to let out a huff before finally break eye contact to look at the ceiling.

"aren't you just eager, you pretty thing." chris mocks you, and you can only assume he noticed the wet spot on his sheets.

"i'll kick that look off your stupid face if you keep testing me. i'm dead serious, chris." with this, chris puts his hands up quickly in a mock surrender, something you only get a quick glimpse of before his hands settle back onto your thighs, gripping them firmly and pulling you closer to his mouth.

your heartbeat speeds up rapidly, beating so loud you're afraid chris can hear it. all you want to feel right now is his tongue on you, working at your folds and bringing you to that climax you need so badly.

an embarrassingly loud moan leaves your mouth as chris licks a long stripe up your folds, collecting your arousal. at this he hums, savoring the way you taste before his eyes find yours.

there's a difference between his eyes and yours. his are dark and pointed, while yours are a pure reflection of him. it's clear in your eyes that all you want is him. and he's gonna make you admit it tonight whether you like it or not.

he continues to work his tongue in and out of you, alternating between fucking you open with his tongue and kitten licking at your swollen clit.

a sneaky hand makes it way from your thigh to your entrance, two fingers collecting your slick before plunging into you.

"chris— fuck! just like that, keep going." you're whimpering as you squirm against chris' tongue, and all he can do is hum against you in response as your hands come down to pull harshly at his hair.

your thighs start to tremble in chris' grip. his fingers are working quickly inside of you, scissoring you open before angling them and curling right at your sweet spot. with every drag of his fingers combined with the feeling of his mouth sucking on your swollen clit, you know you won't last long.

you're holding back tears as you feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten. the grip on chris' hair tightens too, causing a muffled whine to vibrate against your clit. you buck your hips up as a long cry leaves your body.

"oh my god, chris, keep going. please don't stop, don't fucking stop— holy shit!" tears cascade down your face as your thighs begin to uncontrollably shake against chris.

chris takes a quick look at your face, noticing the river of tears. his eyes nearly roll into the back of his head as he works faster and harder. his fingers plunge in and out of you so violently that the wet sound of your arousal fills up the room along with your choked cries.

your grip on his hair only seems to get inhumanly stronger, causing him to let out more muffled whimpers and moans against your body. call him a masochist but he'll never get tired of the way you grip, tug, and pull at his hair. he'll always eat it up. chris feels his cock twitch, and he knows he's in deep shit.

it's not long before he starts to imagine what you'd look like crying on his dick, all pathetic and weak while you sob and cry for more.

with a choked sob and a vice grip on chris' hair, the coil in your stomach snaps. a wide variety of curses, cries, and incoherent sentences including chris' name leaves your body as you lose complete control of it.

you're violating shaking against the sheets as chris continues to finger fuck you through your high. loud whines come out from your gaping mouth and fill up the room. chris' mouth has left your heat a while ago, but with the grip you still have on his hair, he reminds in his place.

with a rather sharp pull of his hair, he lets out a strained, almost pornographic moan as his eyes flutter shut.

you immediately let go of his hair, using the little strength you've gained back from your intense orgasm to prop yourself up and into a sitting position. you inch forward, trying to get closer to the edge of the bed where chris sways in a trance.

from your view, you spot a small puddle on the floor. a cruel and mean smile reaches your face as you watch chris' thighs flex every so often. reaching forward, you quickly return your hand to chris' hair, tugging and pulling at it violently making him hiss and look up to meet your dark gaze.

"well, aren't you just eager, you pathetic little thing."

[bloodiedrogue]

WEAVED TOGETHER (SAY IT'S FOREVER)

SUMMARY: After faking your death years ago, Astarion finally finds you in Waterdeep.

PAIRING: Astarion & Female Reader

WORD COUNT: 5,128

WARNINGS: 18+ sexual content, fingering, orgasm denial, sex used as a manipulation tactic, biting, blood sucking, descriptions of past/current abuse, Ascendent Astarion (feel like I need to tag this just in case), a whole lot of angst.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This fic gave me so much grief. I really hope my labour translates into something good because man, if it doesn't I might fucking cry. :') Also, fic title is inspired this bop!

MASTERLIST

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You’ve never been particularly keen on parties. Favouring quite possibly anything above the stuffy insides of a ballroom packed with people, it’s a miracle that you haven’t already left Gale’s side for some air. To take even the shortest of moments to allow yourself some alone time. 

Feeling the fabric of your dress uncomfortably stick to your skin, you can’t help but squirm at the thought of having to stay any later. Considering you’ve been here for a good few hours already, you’re tempted to ask Gale if maybe now’s the time to part ways.

At this point you’ve been well and truly shown off to the entire party, gawked at by countless of his old academic friends, so surely he wouldn’t mind if you up and left now, right?

Before you can think to ask, he’s already wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in for a friendly kiss to the cheek. “I really do appreciate you coming,” he tells you, drunkenly swaying as he speaks, letting out a chuckle as you hold him steady. “I would’ve been terribly embarrassed to show up at such a renowned event without a date.” 

“So you’ve mentioned.” You shoot him a smug look, watching him roll his eyes and take a sip of wine, debating whether or not to take the glass from him, knowing just how much he’s had.

“I mean it, you’ve been nothing short of wonderful to me in my time of need, so thank you.”

Despite the urge to play down his thanks, to remind him of all the things he’s done for you as of late, you merely take it, offering him a quick you’re welcome in return, knowing just how persistent a drunken Gale can get. How the man hardly pauses to breathe in the midst of a conversation —his endless string of words seeming to lose you almost instantly every time. 

Even now, as he begins to go on some long-winded speech about the importance of your friendship, you’re already miles away, longing to drift towards the balcony that rests just across the room, taunting you with its open air and lack of people. 

“Anyways, would you care for another drink? I’m in need of one myself thanks to the hole at the bottom of my glass.” Pulling you back in, Gale lets out a joyous laugh, throwing his head back while you merely shake your head.

“I’m uh, no I’m fine Gale. You go ahead and get that drink. I think I’m going to head outside and get some air.” 

All he does is give you a tight hug before he leaves, stumbling across the marble floors, bumping into various bodies that suddenly get caught up in his inebriated storm, allowing you a moment to yourself. 

You let out a sigh of relief then, turning your attention to your desired spot, gathering up the skirt of your dress so that you can race to its opening, breathing in the scent of fresh air once you step past the threshold.  

Somehow once you’re out there, you notice that there isn’t a body in sight. No couples having late-night trysts in the corner or other lonesome individuals stood painfully reflecting on their night. It’s just you by yourself, walking slowly towards the railing, gripping it tight as you allow your mind to settle. To shut down for just a moment after being on for so long.

It feels like forever since you’ve felt this calm. After years of endless journeys —of fighting and running and, as of late, hiding away— you feel that old sense of ease wash over you. Like the waves of Waterdeep’s coast, they gently lap at your feet, rising and falling with each breath you take, watching from afar the bustling city streets below as they begin to die out for the night. 

It reminds you of home, a bit. Of the nights you used to spend wandering around Baldur’s Gate, your belly full of the cheapest ale and your mind empty of anything other than the prospect of fun. Back then, you were always full of reckless abandon, constantly getting into trouble only to talk your way out of it not long after and unfortunately, you can’t help but begin to miss it all. The life before the war. Before you were taken in the dead of night and forced into a life you never wanted to live. 

Things were simpler then. You didn’t have the scars of clashing swords or the kind of memories that often shook you awake each night, covered in sweat and gasping for air. Devoid of anything truly awful, all you had was the blissful ignorance of a fool. One hellbent on solitude in a world of constant interaction. 

Honestly, if it weren’t for the people you’d met along the way you’d be jealous of that life. The one where you were seemingly untouchable, your mind vacant of regret and resentment and—

Before you can continue, you shake those same feelings from your mind, forcing out a heavy breath as you try to maintain the calm. The ocean of waves of Waterdeep pooling between your toes, knowing it’s the only way you’ll move on. If you focus on the positives —if you refuse to look back even for the slightest of moments you’ll forget all about those other lives you lived. All the chapters you spent haphazardly scribbling down, trying desperately to get to this moment.

It seems impossible sometimes, remembering how much shit you had to go through to get here. Not only did you have to survive countless wars involving mind flayers and cultists, but you also had to die to get it. And not die in the metaphorical sense, either. No, you had to literally die —to off yourself in front of countless people and hope to god the Necromancer that you hired actually turned up. 

It was a whole process. One that you refuse to think about as you let out a scoff and raise your hands to your head, pressing two fingers to either temple to relieve yourself of the sudden ache that hits. 

“Remember what we said about thinking,” you remind yourself then, allowing your eyes to slowly roll back, savouring the alleviated pressure your fingers provide.

Repeating the mantra in your head, you rub your skin and hum aloud, standing for a few more minutes as you listen to the sounds of the bustling party behind you. How the music swells into a crescendo of excitement, various strings and woodwinds all playing in time with one another. 

Alongside it, a calming voice echoes over, rising and falling with each passing note that carries through the air to your ears. At first, it’s soft and silky —comforting in a way that wills you to drop your hands and take a few steps towards the entrance of the building, watching as a beautifully freckled bard strums her lute and smiles at the crowd. 

Suddenly intrigued, you move to your previous spot inside the ballroom, spotting a rather awestruck Gale who’s holding onto two glasses of red, staring with widened eyes.

“She’s rather pretty.” You grin wickedly and bump your hip against his, hearing him grunt as he blinks and glances at you. 

“I’m sorry?”

Taking the glass nearest to you, you then use that same hand to motion to the bard that’s begun to erupt in an upbeat chorus, her voice lowering to a wild growl as she kicks up her feet, dancing around the stage with some of the other musicians. “The bard. Fancy a taste?”

He narrows his eyes at you, a grin of his own peeling across his face as he shakes his head. “I think a conversation would suffice. Least, for starters.” 

Biting your bottom lip, you jokingly wrap your arm around his shoulders and shake, pressing your face against his cheek to make obnoxious kissing sounds that leave him laughing and shoving you off. 

“Unhand me, you harlot!” 

“What? Afraid she’ll see?” 

He opens his mouth, almost offended, staring for a moment as you wiggle your brows and take a sip of the wine. “Excuse you, that was my drink.”

“You got yourself two drinks?” You raise your brow.

He scrunches up his face in response before subtly craning his neck towards the other side of the ballroom. “No, it’s for Astarion.” 

Your stomach sinks at the mention of his name, filling you with the kind of dread you’ve only felt one other time in your life. All at once it sends you into a panic. Your chest aching and your throat tightening. Even your hands, once carefully wrapped around the vessel of liquid seemingly shifts to a close, resulting in shattering glass that pokes and prods your skin before it falls to the ground. 

Crying out in surprise, Gale’s previously mischievous expression quickly fades. Replacing it, an air of worry envelopes the both of you. As he reaches for your arm, allowing his hand to carefully slide down to view your newfound injury, you try to swallow and scan the room, picking apart face after face to no avail, wondering if somehow he’s already found you. If perhaps, instead of where Gale assumes he is he’s instead directly behind you, lingering like the creature of the night he is, waiting to strike. 

A shaky breath escapes you then. Peeling away from Gale’s cautious grasp, you take a minute to blink and look him up and down, noticing the growing fear in his eyes. How his lack of understanding only spurs your head to whip behind you, to find more curious eyes staring back. 

“Are you alright?” 

The question comes from a voice you’ve never heard before. So, instead of entertaining it you merely turn back to Gale, suddenly catching an unfortunate glimpse of pale skin and ivory hair quite a ways back. 

Immediately, it strengthens the dread inside, ripping the breath from your lungs as you press a nervous hand to your neck, realizing that somehow it’s already been years since you’ve last seen him. Months and days and hours all collectively bundled together, only to be completely ruined by this one moment.

As you stand there, staring —watching as he does nothing but the same, you feel your mind yelling for you to run. To discard whatever reservations you may have left to push violently through the crowd because, at this rate, it’s the only option left. Having already tried hiding beneath the freezing hands of Death himself, it’s obvious you’ve exhausted all other options. No matter what you do —what you say— nothing will be deemed feasible enough to grant you the escape you so foolishly desire. You’re too vulnerable now, standing there in your ballroom gown, bleeding from your injured hand, trying not to have a full-blown panic attack as he takes that first stride forward. 

Matching his step, you feel your body waver backwards, everything suddenly swirling across your vision as Gale reaches out to grab your arm, asking if you’re okay.

“I’m aware the breakup wasn’t amicable but maybe if you two just talk?” he suggests, his voice bouncing off your ears like a war drum, reminding you that Sufferance is coming. And that he’s dressed in his fanciest suit to mark the occasion, practically gliding through the room with knitted brows and frowning lips, pushing aside everybody who gets in his way. 

“Gale, we —I need to go.”

Suddenly your palm, still filled with glass pushes against his robes, staining the fabric as your blood begins to drip, reminding you of his hunger —of the way he used to feed. How he took and took, ignoring your starvation for something other than submission. Refusing to acknowledge the withering of your soul each day you spent wrapped around his pretty little fingers.  

As he shoves a woman to the ground, you can feel the emptiness within your stomach start to grow at the memory. The shuddering of your limbs driving Gale to look behind him, noticing the wild look in Astarion’s eyes as the crowd begins to part in fear, watching as he bares his teeth. 

It’s a look that makes you instantly flinch. Closing your eyes, your shoulders rise to touch your ears in anticipation. Waiting for the moment to strike, you all but freeze in place, holding your breath as the steps of his boots draw near, reverberating through the air until they suddenly stop.

In fact, everything stops. The sound of him —the sound of the party. All of it falls onto deaf ears, creating a new fear that has you so terrified you merely stand in place until you eventually hear the clapping sound of a hand on someone’s back, followed by the swirling of your head again, forcing your eyes to jolt open. 

“Oh, hello darling, didn’t see you there.”

Once again trying to breathe, you glance between the two men in confusion, watching as they share a lengthy embrace before Astarion’s pushing himself onto you. Gentler than expected, his arms slowly wrap around your shoulders as he does it, pulling you to his chest in a way that feels both frightening and familiar. A mix of home and hell encased around your nervous frame as he lowers his head to yours. 

In response, you reluctantly raise your hands and place them on his back, applying a bit of pressure at the centre as you mutter out a muddled hi, looking to see that the commotion he so violently caused before seems to have evaporated into thin air. 

“You’re awfully far from home, aren’t you?” His voice is barely above a whisper, ghosting against the shell of your ear as you force out a shaky breath.

“So are you.”

“I wonder why that is.”

You hum in response. Using the short moment of silence that’s granted to stare. To watch the way he looks you up and down, the edges of his lips pulling into a smirk of amusement. 

It’s obvious then that he’s thinking of playing tricks. Of taunting and teasing —using all the usual charming tactics before he decides it’s worth it to raise a little hell. 

Because of this, you merely swallow hard and spare Gale a glance, watching him magic away the bloodstain on his robes before looking back towards the stage. 

“How did you find me?”

Astarion reaches for your chin. Taking hold of it with his thumb and forefinger, he then waits patiently for you to share his gaze, looking your face up and down until he can finally see the fear in your eyes. “Does it really matter?” 

It does, but you know he won’t tell you so you move on to another question. “Why are you here then?” 

Immediately he scoffs, the smirk on his face falling for a split second. “Do you really have to ask?” he says, letting his thumb run across the length of your bottom lip. “Obviously, I’ve come to enjoy a spot of red with old friends.”

“Hm.”

“Among other things, of course.” 

“Like?” 

“Reclaiming my dead consort, for one.”

“And two?” 

He shrugs his shoulders as he taps your chin. “Not sure. Depends on how the night goes.” 

You’re not sure what to say then. Growing increasingly lost to the feeling of his hands and voice —remembering all the moments shared when it was just him and you and the power imbalance of ascension hadn’t yet existed— all you can do is pull him in a bit tighter. 

Knowing that Gale is probably growing more curious by the second, you suddenly feel a sense of protection. An urge to get rid of him so that he’s no longer at risk. 

Well aware of the power Astarion now holds within his grasp, you know it’s hardly worth it to try and get him involved anyway, especially considering how much alcohol he’s consumed. The poor man couldn’t be helpful even if he tried, so instead of asking you merely hold on. Tightening your grip as the other parts of you desperately try to rationalize just how much you’ve missed this. How even after years spent fleeing his hold —years of constant moving and hiding and watching your back for signs of his presence— his touch is still the only thing that makes you feel safe.

Which is a fact that makes you sick to your stomach, discovering that, regardless of being able to name a million reasons why you should be fleeing rather than falling, suddenly you’re able to name just as much for why you’d stay. Why you’d more than willingly follow his footsteps if he asked. 

And not because you fear him, no. Despite having just been found out —despite that growing uncertainty of how you’ll inevitably be taken back— it’s as if your mind resets on impact. As he holds you close, speaking in obvious threats to your safety if you don’t listen, you can feel the defiance in you quickly dwindle. Evaporating into thin air as he leans away to give Gale an overly friendly smack to the shoulder. 

“Gale, darling, you wouldn’t mind giving us a bit of privacy would you? Seems we have much to discuss.” 

The hold he has on you tightens as he speaks, reminding you that such a conversation is anything but optional as Gale almost immediately buggers off, drunkenly mumbling something about drinks and fun before Astarion’s whisking you away. 

Leading you through a crowd of bodies, you quickly find your hand gripping his shoulder absentmindedly. All splayed out, your fingers nervously caress the fabric of his doublet, feeling the texture shift beneath your skin, reminding you that he’s here. That’s he’s present and real and not just some illusion conjured up to scare you into coming back. 

“Your entrance back there was…” 

You’re not sure what to say anymore. Not with the underlying rage you can feel radiating off of him. Given the fact that it’s been so long, you’ve almost forgotten how to please him. To make his mind ease into those old spaces of pity where sometimes he’d grant you reprieve amongst the punishment. 

Knowing this, he looks at you with feigned innocence, taunting you with his still raised lip as though he’s having fun despite slowly inching towards the blowout. “Did you like it? I figured, it’s been so long since I’ve last toyed with that little mind of yours, best to give it a proper show.” 

He wipes his thumb across your forehead and watches you frown; your head suddenly darting back only to be ripped forward when that same hand tightens around your throat.

All at once the action leaves you gasping for air. As his thumb presses down on the centre of your neck, applying just enough pressure to pull from you a nervous wheeze as the two of you stop, he can’t help but lower his face to yours. 

“I’d consider yourself lucky that the temperament I showed back there was merely an illusion,” he tells you, pressing his forehead to yours.

Swallowing to no avail, you feel the lump in your throat become pressurized by the growing frustrations in his hand. Prompting you to panic, another airless sound emits from your lips as your eyes begin to dart around, looking at all the curious eyes that seemingly look away the second you make contact. 

You realize then that nobody cares. Whether it’s due to the intimidating presence he exudes or the potential word of mouth of his ascendance circulating the room, you don’t care, knowing it doesn’t really matter anyway. He’s untouchable regardless. A force so unmovable that all you can do is pray that he’s merciless. 

As he grips your throat amongst a sea of avoidant faces, unwavering in his efforts to patronize your past behaviours, you know then that this marks the end of your freedom. That from this moment on his control over you has been reenacted without discussion. 

“Now, are we going to obey and have a nice evening or are we going to do something we might regret?” 

Looking back at him, all you can do is nod, feeling that alleviation slowly come. Granting you the chance to breathe again, you cough quietly and reach for your throat, rubbing the pain away as you watch his previously aggressive demeanour fall into amusement, once again stringing you along. 

At which point you effectively zone out. Still feeling his hand flush against the small of your back, it’s as if suddenly your mind becomes null, avoiding all thoughts as he leads you through the main entry of the ballroom, turning down a seemingly endless stream of corridors until you find yourself face to face with an ornate door. 

Once there, he peels away from your frame and begins to pick the lock, wickedly grinning at you once that familiar click rings out, reminding you of the old him. Of how he was before the ritual, all doe-eyed and excited to experience the world and all its gifts. 

It makes your lip pull between your teeth nervously, seeing him unbend the length of his back to look at you. To smirk in a way that feels so real and him that you almost forget that he’s changed. That, instead of picking the lock to loot the room and make charming little jokes at your expense, he’s doing it so he can get you alone. So that he can do unspeakable things the old Astarion would never think to do.

“Shall we?” 

His voice rings out like a request even though you know deep down it’s a command, secretly telling you to hurry up. So, doing just that, you brush past him without so much as a glance, taking in the endless wall of books that greets you as you enter, opening your mouth in slight awe until the door closes behind you. 

Turning back, you’re then given all but a second before he’s on you. Grabbing you with such violent desperation, a hand snakes around your waist, claiming you like he used to do when you were still devoted to being his. When this idea of free will was nothing more than a passing thought that barely grazed the surface.

Back when he was still yours. 

Immediately, the familiarity of it wreaks havoc on your chest. Your heart, once filled with longing and fear now radiates nothing but need. Demanding that old sensation of flesh brushing against flesh as his other hand takes hold of the base of your neck.

The second you feel it, all thoughts are lost. Every previous reservation you once had melting into nothing against the hot feeling of your mouth pushing against his, prying open both lips to taste his tongue. To remind yourself of what it felt like to be wanted in the simplest sense. 

Deepening the kiss, he moans and somehow pulls you closer, forcing your chests together as he maneuvers you backwards, stumbling over a raised edge of a rug before practically tossing you onto the floor. 

“Years,” he groans then, pulling away to stare down at you with knitted brows and swollen lips, distracting you with that pretty face as he begins to rip the bodice of your dress. “I’ve spent years without this flesh —without this blood.” 

His fingers pry at the fabric, peeling back the only layer you have to hide behind until you’re left exposed from the waist up, anxiously breathing at the sight of his hunger. 

A sight that leaves you helpless beneath his grasp as he quickly leans forward, palming one breast while holding your face with the other. Beneath him, all you’re able to do is take each touch as it comes, savouring the uncharacteristic softness as his thumb brushes against your nipple, teasing it with gentle swipes as he goes in for another kiss.

Similar to his hands, there’s a strange feeling that comes along with it. As he nibbles your bottom lip, choosing to give you control, you know that something’s off. That instead of displaying the softest version of him you’ve felt in years, he should be punishing you with reckless brutality. Taking what’s rightfully his without so much as a thought.

Because of this, you reluctantly pull away, gasping for air as he hovers above you, still stroking your chest and face. 

“Why are you doing this?”

Normally, such a question would result in some sort of punishment. A night of solitary confinement. Perhaps the silent treatment for up to a week. 

Back before you realized just how fucked up everything had gotten he used to isolate you for things as simple as this. Forcing everyone around to ignore your every waking move, he found that loneliness was the key to your obedience. The only way to control whatever reckless thoughts entered your mind. 

So, it’s surprising when he answers —when he lowers his mouth to give your lips one final kiss before flashing that smirk. “What do you mean?” 

You raise your brow and move to sit up, leaning against your elbows as your face contorts in confusion. “Why are you acting like him?”

“You mean me?” 

You open your mouth to respond —to fight against his words, knowing now more than ever that you should. Considering the door’s already open for conversation, you might as well get all your thoughts out while you’re able. Because after this it’s apparent, you’ll be stuck all over again, wasting away at the foot of a God who’s anything but forgiving. 

“You aren’t punishing me.” 

“I’m not.” 

“Why?”

His hand explores your face, swiping across skin that hasn’t felt a single touch since your departure. “There’s always time for punishment —for penance,” he tells you, tracing your features with featherlight strokes that have you begging for more as you push yourself upward. “Now that I have you again, there’s far more important things I want before I subject you to what you deserve.” 

“Which is?” 

He pauses for a while, continuing his ministrations in a way that has you forgetting why you left in the first place. Why, instead of subjecting yourself to the torment of his hand to feel the grace that often coincides, you decided to give it all up. 

“I haven’t quite decided yet.” 

It’s a simple statement, yet it holds far too much weight against your ears. As he speaks, your heart flutters in your chest nervously, reminding you that this thing between you is nothing more than an imbalance. A tipping scale so unevenly distributed that you’ve lost all hope for rebalance. 

Because of this, you don’t fight him when he inevitably leans forward. Nor when he presses a slightly rougher kiss to your lips, biting down with a newfound vigour that splits your lip in half. Feeling the blood pool out, you hardly react when Astarion’s lips begin to suckle the wound, lapping up whatever spills through as he rips away the rest of your clothes, tossing it all aside.

Suddenly cold, you find your arms rising to hold him all over again. Wanting to feel the fabric of his clothes pressing against your bare skin, you grip him tight and groan, relishing in this moment. Enjoying the familiarity of it as something warm blooms across your aching core, fuelling the need for your hips to slightly buck up, making him laugh. 

Light and airy, the sound filters through your mouth like smoke, taking hold of your lungs in a way that leaves you addicted. Wanting to chase that past feeling, your hands swiftly lower to his waist, your fingers tucking themselves under his clothes to touch the texture of his scar —to feel the old him amongst all the new. 

Realizing this, his movements become suddenly erratic. Forcing himself up with a grin, he then begins to quickly trail down your body, pressing his mouth to every exposed bit within his sightline, making sure to glance up at your heavy eyes and parted lips along the way. 

“Mm, still as desperate as ever, my little consort,” he tuts. 

Between the kisses he places to your freshly bruised flesh, he releases another laugh that lingers in your mind, further reminding you of him. Of the man you fell in love with. Of the man who swiftly slips between your thighs with little notice, raising the backs to rest against his shoulders. 

A sound of shock escapes your lips at the new position, craning your neck to watch him latch onto your inner thigh, suckling the plush through such a guttural moan that it forces your jaw to drop.

“Fucking hell,” you mumble then, prompting his lips to curl into a grin before he’s biting your thigh, forcing his teeth through the tender flesh before you can even think to object.

It feels better than you remember. Almost like a hot flash of pleasure before that familiar coldness kicks in, numbing the space that he suckles with haste. As his lips hollow out to drink whatever he can get, you feel his hand slip against your entrance, knuckles grazing the outer folds of your sex just right. 

Bucking your hips again, you feel his movements become one. Each time his tongue licks up, his fingers raise to the top of your cunt, flowing back down in such delicious unison you’re already ready to submit. To surrender yourself to whatever pleasures might await through the pain of your punishment.

So much so that you’re already begging for it. Through gasps that barely hit his ears, your voice whines for more. For more pressure or movement or frankly, whatever the hell he’s willing to give despite how undeserving you are.

“Please, Astarion.”

The moment he hears that little please he’s pulling away, grinning at you with teeth and tongue all covered in your blood. 

“I’m sorry, you want me to please you?”

He gently pushes two fingers into your entrance, curling the ends ever so slightly while keeping them still, watching as you press your lips together, unable to speak.

“To pleasure you?”

Slowly, he angles his head to suck your thigh again, dragging a fresh wave of blood through his hungry lips before shifting towards your cunt and licking a tentative strip directly above his fingers. 

“To taste you, perhaps?”

His voice is low, droning on in that teasing way that has you looking down annoyed, taking in the way he goes back and forth, debating whether or not to relent. To give in to the indulgence, watching you squirm beneath him. Forcing you to stir in your own prolonged pleasure until he all but sits back up, digging his fingers into the holes in your thigh, telling you you’ll get what you deserve once you’ve come back home.

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this is part 2 of my previous fic, which you can find here

for my other gojo smut, click here!

pairing: gojo x f!reader (not au, gojo is 29, reader is early-mid 20’s)

word count: 2.5k

summary: you’re home from your teacher retreat to nikko, ready for the new term. what you’re not ready for? gojo to come home to you. 

warnings: (FOR THIS PART) SMUT - 18+ ONLY! MDNI, dom!gojo and sub!reader, protected sex (pill, not mentioned but its there) degrading (he uses the word slut), hair pulling, nipple play, spitplay (bye….), light edging, finger/thumb sucking (don’t look at me), use of the words [cock, cunt, and tits], slight oral (f receiving), a bit of angst & a bit of mean gojo, nickname use [baby, pretty girl, doll], no use of y/n

a note: i know i said this would be out next week but it was my day off so i wrote it all today. this is less angst, more smut, but i can’t help myself so there is some angst. also, im sorry i made gojo such an asshole, i promise that he will get better! part 3 will be out soon my loves.

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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Your eyes are already open when your alarm goes off. 

You didn’t sleep at all. There was no point, even after you finished crying your head hurt too much to sleep, even with some painkillers. You laid there, wide awake all night thinking about Gojo. Did he think of you, too? You turn the alarm off and slide out of bed, your slipper-covered feet shuffling as you make your way around your apartment. 

You brush your teeth and look in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and swollen, mascara smeared down your cheeks. You pop some spoons in the freezer to cool as you clean yourself up and get dressed. Your phone sits untouched on the bedside table, still plugged in.

You sit on the side of your bed, pressing the now cold spoons against your swollen eyes. You take deep breaths, trying to relax. You had every right to be upset, after all. Gojo has no reason to string you along, whispering sweet nothings in your ear at night about how you’re his girl, his doll, his everything. But that’s exactly what that was. Nothing. Maybe, you think, this is some kind of karma. Some sort of punishment for your arrogance, for thinking you could have what everyone else wants, Gojo, and here—at last—it was.

You put on some de-puffing undereye patches that you keep in the fridge and clean your entire apartment spotless to distract yourself, music blasting from the phone in your back pocket. You finally throw out that dead fern you got as a gift from the school board when you first started, and you finally clean out your fridge of the now moldy condiments you tried once on a whim. You’re washing dishes when the front door opens and, suddenly, Gojo steps inside. He had opted for his dark blue circular sunglasses today, an odd choice for the winter but you didn’t mind it. “Hi,” you say, surprised, pulling off the bright marigold gloves and setting them on the side of the sink to dry. For a second, you think about the absolute state of your eyes. The swelling and puffiness had gone down, and even though he had never seen you cry, you think about the fact that even if he noticed your eyes he wouldn’t care enough to ask questions.

“Hey,” is all Gojo says in response. You wait to see if he says anything else, or if he is going to try to explain himself, but he doesn’t, and eventually moves across your apartment to head to the bathroom. You hesitate before you make your way after him, passing his duffel bag on the floor of your closet, which was unzipped and filled with enough clothes that it was clear that he was going to stay for a while.

You feel pathetic admitting it to yourself but having Gojo there — not just in your apartment, but in your room — feels nice. He doesn’t speak to you yet, but his very presence steadies and refocuses you. As grateful as you are that he came back to you, you are also a little disappointed in yourself, by how dependent you are, how weak. Who were you without him?

Eventually, he faces you, peering at you over the top of his glasses. “Hey, pretty girl.”

You swallow hard, willing yourself to be strong, to finally confront him about all of the false promises and the date with Himiko, but you can’t. Not yet. “Hi, Gojo.”

He smiles, reaching you with just one step and collecting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around your hips. He leans down and kisses you, for the first time in almost nine days, and you feel yourself giving up, giving all power to him.

After a few seconds, he pulls away, smirking. “I missed you. I’m sorry that I didn’t come home last night…I got carried away.”

You’ve noticed over the past eleven months (yes, you kept track) of your situationship that he uses that term a lot; carried away. He uses it when he gets a little too handsy during the free periods at work and when he stares at you a bit too long during staff meetings. He uses it when he forgets to call or text you and when it seems like you’re the last thing on his mind. Maybe you are. 

You smile, shrugging. “Don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just glad you’re here now.”

He grins, gently running his hands up your back, lightly scratching his nails against you, making you shiver. “Of course. I always come back home to you.” He bends at the knees and picks you up, carrying you the short distance to your bed before laying you down and climbing on top of you. Excitement fills your body as he leans down and starts placing soft kisses along your neck. You arch into him, whining and tugging on his sleeves, and he chuckles. “Relax, doll. Quit acting so desperate. You’re not in charge here, remember?”

You feel drool pool in your mouth and you quickly swallow it. “I’m sorry, Gojo, it’s just that —”

He interrupts you, sliding his thumb into your mouth to shut you up. “I know, baby, I know. You went eight whole days without my touch and now you’re acting like a desperate little slut,” You nod, hoping he won’t tease you this time. He smirks at the dumb look on your face before saying, “Open.” You do, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out a little. He pulls his thumb away and draws back briefly before spitting into your open mouth. You swallow it without his command. You know what he likes.

He grins, kissing your lips once more before kissing down your chin and neck, slowly sliding off your t-shirt. You whine and squirm under him, and after he pulls your shirt off he clamps his hand over your mouth. “Shut up. If you keep whining, I won’t fuck you at all. Is that what you want?” You shake your head vigorously, that’s the last thing you want. He removes his hand before continuing, “Good. Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” You nod, relaxing into your sheets as he kisses down your chest. He pushes your bra up over your tits, groaning as he squeezes them in his hands. “Fuck. I missed my girls.” You would normally scold him for objectifying you, but at this moment you didn’t care. You wanted his hands on you, and you wanted his dick inside of you as soon as possible.

He takes the sunglasses off and brings one of your nipples to his mouth, lightly brushing his lips against it to tease you. He sticks his tongue out and drags it along your nipple in circles, loving the way your thighs fall open and the little sounds you make. He finally, finally sucks your nipple into his mouth, pinching the other one hard just to feel you squirm. He rolls your bare nipple between his fingers while he lightly nibbles on the one in his mouth. Your head is spinning, and all you can do is tug on his hair as he teases you. He lets go of your nipple with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting it to his lips. He picks it up on his finger and rubs it on your face just to humiliate you.

He kisses down your torso, tugging down your pyjama bottoms and tossing them onto the floor. He kisses your thighs as he pushes them up and against your chest so you’re nice and spread out for him, just as he likes. He notices the wet spot on your plain blue cotton underwear and smirks, rubbing at it with his thumb. “Someone’s eager, aren’t they?”

You take it you can respond to him now. “Fuck, Gojo, please! Please stop teasing me, I already went eight days without you.” The whine in your voice makes him feel so big, so powerful. He barely touches you and you’re already crumbling at his feet. Maybe he should keep you there.

He makes that condescending tsk tsk tsk sound that normally annoys you, but now you can’t help it and you whine and squirm even more. “You’re so desperate, baby. You can’t even handle a little teasing?” He presses his thumb right against your clit, the wet spot spreads even more. “I guess you do have a point, though. I haven’t made you cum since we left for Nikko.” He kisses right above the hem of your underwear before pulling it down, the blue fabric now dangling around your ankle. He moans, pushing your legs back even further and spreading your cunt. 

He spits directly onto your pink little hole, watching as it mixes with your juices. In this moment, you’re his. You’re his everything, his girl, his doll. In this moment you actually mean something to him, when you’re spread out and begging for his attention. He runs his pointer finger down your slit, collecting some spit before dragging it back up to your clit and lightly circling it.

You almost cum on the spot. Days of pent-up horniness and teasing and you’re as sensitive as ever. You bite your lip, looking over at him with nothing but love and affection in your gaze. “Please, Gojo. Please don’t tease me. I don’t know if I can handle it.”

He gets comfortable, moving your thighs over his shoulders as he lays down on the bed. “You’ll take what I give you. Don’t disappoint me.” He circles your clit with his finger one last time before leaning down and sucking it into his mouth. You arch your back, your hands finding solace in his hair as you writhe and moan. He moans at your taste, gripping your hips hard as he gets lost in your cute little cunt. You grind against his face, and he lets you, loving the feeling of your clit against his tongue. He teases your hole with his fingers, sliding his thumb in as he swirls his tongue around your clit in circles. You clench up tight, mumbling praises along with I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum! before he pulls away completely. He laughs at the noise you make, and at the way your face contorts and tears well in your eyes. He slaps the inside of your thigh before standing up and unbuttoning his pants. “Oh, come on. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You move up on the bed, your back supported by your pillows as he climbs over you. You’ve seen his dick a lot, more times than you can count, but the sheer size of it always surprises you. Thick and long, slightly curved to the left, with a pretty pink tip to match. His balls are big, too, full of cum and practically begging to be in your mouth, which waters as soon as you see it. 

Gojo looms over you, pushing you onto the bed as he slides in between your legs and gets comfortable. He rubs his tip against you, getting it nice and wet so you don’t struggle with the size as he fucks you, at least not too much. In a moment of pure intimacy, he reaches his hand up and rubs his thumb against your cheek, looking at you with an almost adoring gaze. You go to say something to him but all words escape your throat as he pushes his cock into you. You both moan in unison as he slides in and out slowly.

“God,” he groans, leaning down on his elbows and getting right in your face. “I missed you so much, baby. I know I’m such a dick to you, I just can’t help it, you look so cute when you’re angry…fuck, you feel so good.” He isn’t vocal in bed very often, and your heart swells as you get to watch him come undone and make such pretty noises as he does. 

In the heat of the moment, you forgive him. You know you’ll probably regret it, but you can’t stay mad at him when he’s looking at you like you’re the only woman in the world for him. Your smile is cut short by your moan as you manage to say, “It’s okay, Gojo. Please just stay here. Stay here with me.”

Gojo nods, propping himself up on one flat palm as his hips pick up speed. Normally he loves foreplay, he can tease you and edge you for hours, but the time spent without you in his arms and without you wrapped around his cock was too much to bare for him. He knows he fucked up, but he can’t take it back. He’s Satoru Gojo, and he has a reputation he needs to uphold. He’s all run, and you’re all fight, and that’s part of the reason why he feels so drawn to you.

He looks at you, moving to his elbows and reaching up to grab your face and pull you into a kiss. He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, biting his lip as his hips move even faster. He drops back down to his elbows, your chests pressed together as he shakily moans, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, doll, I’m gonna cum.”

You nod, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck as you cum around him, clenching down on his cock. He buries his face in your neck as he cums after you, cumming inside of you, like he always does. His breathing is ragged as he lays there, his cock twitching inside of you as his cum spills inside. Gojo eventually moves away from your neck, some of his hair matted to his forehead, slick with sweat. You push the hair back and smile at him, kissing his forehead gently. Even if he didn’t love you, you still loved him. And you think you always will.

He pulls out, immediately getting you a towel splashed with some warm water as he cleans you up. He’s gentle with his aftercare, making sure you’re comfortable, and collecting your water bottle from the living room. You pee before getting dressed, laying with him on the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close, pressing your face into his chest, and sliding his hand into your hair. He holds you there for a while, your breathing in sync before he leans down and kisses your forehead. 

Gojo puts on a cooking show to watch on your TV, setting the remote aside as he holds you close. He strokes your hair, and your mind starts to drift, and you wonder if he cares about you in the same way you care about him. Are you not good enough for him? Is there something wrong with you? Are you not what he wants? Are you not what he needs? You wake up every morning, hopeful for what’s to come with him, but you spend most of your time thinking about what you’ve already had and what he’s already said to you. You’re missing all these memories—maybe they were never even yours. 

Nothing hurts like he does.

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part 3 is here

[sorrowsofsilence]

Burning Out • I

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

I was lost, but now I'm found Under the lights and in the sounds So let us sing and sing it loud That we're not perfect, but we're proud of who we are.

Noah Sebastian is lost. His crime-filled lifestyle is anything but perfect; but everything changes once he meets you.

Words: 4.7K

General Fanfic Warnings: 18+, explicit language, smut, alcohol, drugs, violence, mentions murder/suicide, panic attacks/anxiety, nightmares

Authors note: Chapter One: The Apparition - (EDITED 09-03-2024) This story was a request by an anon! I hope you enjoy my interpretation of the prompt (prompt is here). I am excited to see where this goes! Let me know any thoughts, and if you’d like to be tagged leave a comment :3

THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY, IN REAL LIFE! IT IS SIMPLY FICTION, AND JUST FOR FUN! THINK OF THEM AS ACTORS LOL.

NOAH

The world was always in a state of grey, the life of the concrete jungle persistently sucking out the souls of its inhabitants with every passing second. Destruction. Crime. Greed. A shattering abyss of capitalism and corruption.

Yet, I don’t think I was meant to be the good guy in this lifetime.

Maybe someday, in another universe, there would be a possibility for me.

But for now, the only thing I could think about was how my heart pounded as the gun sat between my fingers, threatening the innocent ahead.

Destruction, Crime, Greed.

“Noah, let’s go,” Ruffilo desperately pulled at my wrist in an attempt to drag me away. My arm remained still, held in its position, resisting his force.

The woman’s eyes watched me in horror, tears brimming as her back hit the brick wall behind her, arms wrapping protectively around her body in defeat.

My heart raced, yet I couldn’t move.

“I won’t say anything I swear,” She pleaded, lips trembling, saliva foaming from her mouth as she was too afraid to swallow.

I don’t want to do this, but I fucked up.

“Noah,” Ruffilo said through gritted teeth, “We need to go,” he placed a hand on top of my gloved one, in another attempt to have me lower the bad decision.

I closed my eyes, squeezing them shut in contemplation as my chest heaved, the voice of rationality fighting against the voice of destruction.

You’ve never been able to kill anyone before you moron, why do you think this time will be any different?

My eyes snapped open, leathered finger dancing along the trigger as I stared at her. My teeth barred through chapped lips, a snarl of frustration crawling from my throat as the woman's eyes turned away in fear; as if watching her demise would kill her.

Seeing her in complete terror left me broken. Is this who I am?

The next thirty seconds passed as though I was walking through molasses, my thoughts battling contradictions before I audibly screamed in frustration, shoving the gun back into my pocket as Nicholas and I ran towards the van.

“Fuck!” I yelled, slamming the car door as forceful as possible. The tires squealed in place, burning out as Jolly’s foot pounded onto the gas pedal.

I ripped off my ski mask, throwing it angrily onto the floor of the vehicle.

“You should’ve just left her Noah. Now if they find us we could be charged with assault with a weapon.” The deep Swedish accent was the last thing I wanted to hear. He eyed me sternly in the rearview mirror, and I lingered on his gaze for a moment before turning my head towards the window.

“Oh Fuck off Jolly,” I sighed angrily, closing my eyes as my breathing quickened, the anxiety beginning to set in. The pounding of my heart began to vibrate along my entire chest, and my leg bounced in anticipation, waiting for the panic to subside.

I kept justifying to myself that we’re all dead anyway, so what’s the difference between a God and a loaded gun?

The van sped through the city's veins, a blur of neon and shadows. I felt Ruffilo's eyes digging into me, a mix of disappointment and concern as he watched my tapping fingers against the plastic of the car door. Another fuck up added to the list.

The silence in the vehicle was deafening, broken only by the occasional honk of a distant car or the screech of tires against wet asphalt.

"We need to lay low for a while," Jolly's voice cut through the tension. "I know a place on the outskirts we can hang out at ‘till everything cools down. It’s not pretty, but it'll do."

I nodded absent-mindedly, my thoughts still with the woman we'd left behind. Her terrified eyes haunted me, a stark reminder of the monster I was becoming. Or perhaps had always been.

As we drove further from the city center, the buildings grew more dilapidated, the streets emptier. The grey world outside mirrored the turmoil that had taken over my thoughts, reminding me of the emptiness that seemed to follow me everywhere.

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Y/N

I tied the grey apron around my waist and punched in for my shift. With my hair pulled back into a low bun, I tucked away any stray strands of my bangs. Another day at work, feeling like it was all just slipping away, lost to the endless cycle of capitalism.

Overall, I enjoyed my new job working in the coffee shop. The city was busy, something I wasn’t used to, but the cafe was a comforting environment filled with tasty pastries, and an unlimited amount of caffeine to fulfill any heart's desire.

I sighed as I checked on the coffee pots, organizing them before nearly lining the glass display with more cakes and croissants. Stocking up the cups and lids, I hummed to myself, letting my mind wander into my corporate daydream distractions.

Why are you never real?

Whenever you appear

You leave me with that grace

I am trembling with fear

But I know that you will disappear

“How’s it going Y/N?” My coworker asked, smiling, pulling me out of my trance.

Annika; I have grown quite fond of her, even though I’ve only known her a week.

“Good,” I smiled, pulling a sanitized cloth out of a bucket and wiping down the counters, “yourself?”

“Oh you know, same old same old.” She said, sighing with a sad smile. I matched her as we shared a moment of familiarity, before concentrating again on wiping the surface, the cold cloth running along the faux marble. 

The seating area was bustling with activity; friends catching up, students poring over their notes, and business meetings taking place. I loved observing the vibrant energy that each person brought into the space. A smile formed on my lips as I watched the familiar elderly couple, whom I had seen every morning this week, bid farewell.

I gave a nod to Lauren and Ray as I said goodbye, then made my way to the empty tables. I began wiping them down, ignoring the sound of the door ringing as more people entered. I hummed softly to myself, lost in thought. It had only been three weeks since I left my old life behind, and this was just the start of my newfound freedom.

So let's make trouble in the dream world

Hijack heaven with another memory now

I make the most of the turning tide

It just split what's left of the burning silence

“Sleep token?”

Suddenly, a man's voice interrupted my thoughts and I snapped out of my daze. My face heated up with embarrassment as I realized that Annika must have gone to assist another customer. I quickly apologized and avoided eye contact as I tossed the cloth into the bucket and rushed back to the register.

I glanced nervously at the buttons in front of me, mentally preparing to either hit to go or to stay, as I waited for the man's response. But when my eyes met his deep brown gaze, I was instantly lost in the intensity and mystery within them. My lips parted slightly as I stared at him, feeling a rush of infatuation that warmed my cheeks. His dark chocolate eyes were framed by long, tousled brunette hair that fell just below his collarbone. His arms and neck were adorned with colourful tattoos, giving him an alluring look. And when he smiled, it was almost enough to make my knees weak; the crinkles around his eyes and the lines of his smile were captivating.

However, there was something else lurking behind those intense eyes, and my mind couldn't help but want to uncover it.

He returned my gaze, his eyes carefully taking in every detail of my face. A light blush crept along his nose, making its way across to the top of his cheekbones.

"So, is it to go or to stay?" I stuttered, breaking eye contact and quickly looking away. I could feel the heat rising to my ears and I focused all of my attention on the counter in front of me; trying to act casual but feeling a wave of shyness wash over me as I glanced up at him.

"To go, please," he replied, and his voice was like music to my ears with its slight Virginian accent.

In all my years working in retail and serving, I had never been so captivated by a customer before. There was something about this stranger that intrigued me; a mystery waiting to be discovered. "Just a black coffee, please," he said slowly, almost as if he was unsure.

I let out a shy laugh, “Did you want cream or sugar? Or we have a variety of syrups-” I watched as he smiled, before shaking his head, eyes remaining fixated.

“No, black is fine,” he replied. Something about his gaze, like the colour of October leaves, drew me in and held my attention as time seemed to stand still. As if invisible strings were connecting us, pulling me towards his magnetic presence that I couldn't seem to resist.

“Alright then,” I nodded, feeling a bit flustered as I avoided his stare, “is that all for you?”

“Yeah,” he said softly, digging through his wallet before handing me a bill.

“Can I have your name?” I asked shyly, looking back at him and trying to read his face for any clues about who he really was. Sometimes a name can reveal more than words ever could.

“Noah,“ he said, giving a slight nod and tight smile.

“Noah,” I echoed.

I pivoted on my heel and made my way over to the coffee maker, picking up a cup and filling it with the warm liquid.

Annika slinked up beside me, lightly bumping into my arm. "That's Noah," she whispered, nodding towards him, "He used to come here all the time, but he hasn't been around lately. He's always in a gloomy mood."

I glanced at her, unsure of how to respond.

"And he usually takes his coffee with cream and sugar, so it's interesting to see him trying something new." Annika turned her head slightly, observing the boy for a moment before leaning in closer to me. "Maybe it's because he's so distracted by you that he forgot his usual order."

A tinge of warmth spread across my face as I dismissed the idea with a scoff, "Yeah, right." But out of curiosity, I couldn’t help but glance over at the brunette behind the counter. Just as I suspected, he was discreetly watching us but quickly looked away when our eyes met.

"You should give him your number," Annika whispered mischievously before walking away to assist another customer.

I chuckled softly as I closed the lid and slid a sleeve onto the cup. My hand hovered over the sharpie, wondering if I should do it.

I shook my head gently, shaking away the thought before scribbling his name across the top of the plastic.

"Noah," I said, his name escaping my lips like a delicate sigh. It felt so natural as if he had been the one to breathe it into me.

His inked fingers wrapped around the cup, “You were singing the apparition earlier,” He said, and I watched him curiously, “fascinating, the line about the past.”

Every word felt like it was being taken from my body as we watched each other. Both of us seemed to hesitate, waiting for the other to say something.

The brunette spoke first, eyes gazing upon me for a moment as he turned towards the door, “I’ve never seen you before, you must be new around here.”

Though I wanted to reply, I found myself unable to move or speak. Instead, I fixated on each of his movements as he approached the door, the image of his black hoodie imprinted in my mind.

"Welcome to the neighbourhood," he said with a nod before exiting through the door, the bell chiming behind him.

I stood there, frozen, watching the door long after it had closed behind him. My heart raced, and I could feel a flush creeping up my neck. What was it about this stranger that had me so flustered?

"Earth to Y/N," Annika's voice snapped me back to reality. "You okay there? You look like you've seen a ghost."

I blinked rapidly, trying to regain my composure. "I'm fine," I mumbled, though I wasn't entirely sure that was true. "It's just... did you see him? The way he looked at me?"

Annika grinned knowingly, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Oh, I saw alright. And I told you to give him your number, didn't I?"

I groaned, leaning against the counter. "I know, I know. I just... froze. God, why am I such an idiot?”

Annika smiled at me, kneading her fingers into my skin sympathetically. "Don't be so hard on yourself. Besides, he seemed pretty interested in you too. He’ll be back, he always comes here."

I sighed, straightening up and trying to shake off the lingering effects of the encounter. "Maybe. I just... I don't know what came over me. It was like time stopped for a moment there."

"That's called chemistry, sweetie," Annika winked. "And from where I was standing, there was plenty of it."

I busied myself with wiping down the counter, trying to distract myself from the memory of Noah's intense gaze.

But as the day wore on, I found my mind drifting back to those few moments. The way he mentioned the apparition as if he'd been paying attention to me long before I noticed him. As if he was the one to plant the lyrics into my mind. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Noah than met the eye.

As closing time approached, I found myself glancing at the door more frequently, half-hoping he might return. But the bell remained silent, and soon enough, Annika and I were wiping down tables and stacking chairs.

"Why don't you head out early, I can finish up,” She said, wiping her hands on the apron tied to her waist.

I gave her a small smile, appreciating the gesture, “I’d love that. Especially since I have to be at the bar tonight.”

“Go,” she waved me off, and I gave her a nod, gathering my bag.

As I stepped out into the cool evening air, I couldn't shake the way his eyes had locked with mine, the subtle rasp in his voice - it all replayed in my mind like a broken record. Was I going crazy? What was wrong with me?

I shoved my hands in my pockets and started the short walk to my condo, my footsteps echoing on the quiet street. The sky was a canvas of deep pinks and oranges, the sun beginning to dip below the horizon at its 5 pm descent.

It was beautiful, but I barely noticed it, too lost in my thoughts.

Suddenly, a familiar figure caught my eye across the street. My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the black hoodie and inked fingers. Noah. He was walking in the opposite direction, his head down, seemingly lost in thought.

I hesitated, my feet rooted to the spot. Should I call out to him? Cross the street? The moment stretched out, feeling like an eternity as I debated what to do. Before I could make a decision, Noah looked up and our eyes met once again.

Time seemed to slow as we stood there, frozen on opposite sides of the street, and a car passed between us, momentarily breaking our connection. When it cleared, I saw the brunette take a hesitant step towards the crosswalk.

My heart pounded in my chest as he made his way across the street. I remained rooted to the spot, unable to move or speak as he approached.

"We meet again," Noah said softly, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Hi," I managed to squeak out, inwardly cringing at how breathless I sounded.

"I, uh, I wanted to thank you for the coffee earlier," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "It was really good. Although I forgot to ask for cream and sugar.”

I felt a flutter in my chest at his words. "Oh, I'm sorry about that," I said, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "I usually remember to ask."

Noah shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "No, no. It's not your fault. I was... distracted."

The way he said it, with a hint of shyness in his voice, made my heart race even faster. We stood there for a moment, the silence stretching between us, filled with nervous energy.

"I'm Y/N, by the way," I finally said, extending my hand.

He took it, his touch sending a jolt through my body as his fingers wrapped around my own. "Noah. But you already knew that."

Well, I believe,

Somewhere in the past,

Something was between,

You and I, My dear

Noah’s gaze met mine, our eyes searching for any unspoken words. But he broke the silence with a blunt question: "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?"

His unexpected inquiry caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but give him a dumbfounded look, my eyebrows furrowing in shock. Slowly, a smile of disbelief spread across my lips and I tilted my head to look at him. A laugh escaped me and he joined in, his own laughter shy and reserved.

"I...I think you should walk by again," I managed to say between giggles, mustering a quick retort. "But only so I can get another glimpse of what you would look like walking towards me on a date." As soon as the words left my mouth, I cringed at how cheesy they sounded, but Noah's smile widened at our playful banter.

“So, I’ve gathered that we are both really terrible at flirting,” He said, licking his lips.

I hummed in agreement, “I think that can be a safe deduction from this one-minute conversation,” my eyes following his fingers that now ran through his long chestnut hair, eyes trailing over the flower on the back of his hand, “maybe, you’d like to see how bad a longer conversation could be?” 

I held out my phone, ready to exchange numbers and Noah's eyes lit up at my suggestion, a hint of mischief dancing in them as another smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I'd like that," he said softly, passing me his phone as we shared each other’s informatoin. "Very much."

We stood there for a moment, both of us grinning like idiots before I remembered my shift at the bar. "Oh, shoot," I muttered, glancing at my phone. "I have to get to my other job soon."

Noah's face fell slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Right, of course. I wouldn't want to keep you."

I bit my lip, not wanting our encounter to end just yet, “But we could take a walk before I have to go?”

Noah's face brightened at my suggestion. "I'd love that," he said, falling into step beside me as we started walking down the sidewalk.

The setting sun cast long shadows across the pavement, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves overhead. We walked in comfortable silence for a few moments, stealing glances at each other when we thought the other wasn't looking.

"So," Noah began, breaking the silence, "you work at a coffee shop and another place? Busy schedule."

I nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Yeah, it can be hectic sometimes, but gotta do whatcha gotta do…You mentioned earlier that you've never seen me before. Are you a regular at the café?"

Noah nodded, his hands tucked into the pockets of his hoodie. "Yeah, I usually stop by every morning…a little bit of stability and sameness in my life.”

“You don’t find that sameness boring?”

Noah shook his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Not at all. There's comfort in routine, you know? But..." he paused, glancing at me with a soft smile, nudging towards me, "I'm not opposed to a little excitement now and then."

I felt my cheeks warm at his words, and I couldn't help but smile back. "Well, I'm glad to hear that."

We strolled on, our shoulders grazing occasionally. The slight touch sent shivers through my body every time.

"I was just listening to this song by Deftones you might enjoy," he said as we walked aimlessly down the street without a plan, “Considering you like sleep token.”

"Can I try to guess?" I looked up at Noah, who stood tall above me. Despite his lanky frame, I felt small next to him and my heart raced at our closeness. With each of his strides, it felt like I had to take three steps, his Dior cologne filling my senses.

Why are you never real?

The shifting states you follow me through

Unrevealed

Just let me go or take me with you

"Is it sex tape?" I asked and Noah gave me a big grin, clearly impressed.

"I have no idea how you guessed the exact song," he chuckled, looking at me curiously.

"What can I say," I shrugged, "I'm good at reading pretty boys' minds. And it's a great song, similar vibe."

He playfully raised an eyebrow at me as we reached the crosswalk. "So you think I'm pretty?"

I watched the other side of the street and smiled as I hummed, "Well, I don't think I'd spontaneously go out with just anyone….For the record, 100 percent my type,” I said, looking at him through my lashes.

Noah's cheeks flushed with colour once again. "And what exactly is your type? I'll keep an eye out for them, just for you."

I thought about it for a moment, biting my lip. "Well, they tend to be hot brunettes with long hair and brown eyes," I trailed my gaze down his body, taking in his hands before looking back up to see the snake tattoo peeking above his hoodie collar, "and they must have tattoos...in variousplaces."

A deeper shade of red coloured Noah's cheeks. "Well, I do have tattoos in various places, if you ever feel curious."

I laughed, watching him. We stared at each other for a moment longer, my heart pounding, as his eyes devoured me before the beeping of the sidewalk timer pulled my attention away from him.

“I have to admit, this is probably the strangest thing I’ve ever done,” I confessed, shaking my head in disbelief as we walked along the park path.

“What do you mean?” Noah asked, his hands tucked into his jeans pockets as he looked between me and the path ahead.

"Going on a ‘date’ with someone I know nothing about," I started, trying to keep things light. "For all I know, you could be a serial killer."

Noah chuckled. "Valid point. This wasn't exactly how I expected to spend my Tuesday evening either, but I do find a dash of danger titillating.” 

I grinned at him. "So you're not a serial killer then?"

"Not that I know of. Pretty sure that's not something I would get enjoyment from," Noah laughed, but I noticed he looked away, eyes becoming distant.

“So who are you then?” I asked as Noah and I followed each other down the park path towards the neighbourhood. The wind was picking up slightly, causing me to shiver and pull my sleeves over my hands, fingers intertwining together in my hoodie pouch. We were walking along a path by the inner city river, the leaves of the birch trees swaying as they danced along to nature’s beat.

As I strolled next to Noah I felt an odd sense of comfort, despite knowing absolutely nothing about the man beside me. I eyed him, his hair flying behind him, eyes squinting through the wind.

Noah seemed to ponder my question for a moment, his eyes scanning the water beside us. "I'm just a guy trying to figure out his place in the world, I guess," he said, “I don’t know who I am.”

As the river rushed by, his words hung in the air, washing away memories of the city and carrying them through the earth in a predetermined path.

"Sometimes I feel like a lost soul," He said softly, his eyes distant as if lost in thought.

I nodded, understanding his sentiment. "I think we all do at times."

Noah let out a low chuckle, pulling himself back to reality. "There's much more to your story though," he prodded.

I shrugged nonchalantly, trying to deflect his question. "I suppose everyone has a past."

He looked at me intently, pulling his hoodie over his head to shield himself from the wind. "What's yours? You're not from around here."

I arched an eyebrow, curious about how he had determined this information. "How did you know?" I inquired.

"Your accent," he replied with confidence. "And I haven't seen you around before. I'm pretty familiar with the area."

"Ah, makes sense." I nodded, amused by his observation. "I just moved here from Canada."

"You left the Great White North for this dump of a city?" Noah scoffed, surprised. "You could have gone anywhere in the world, and you chose LA?"

"They call it the City of Dreams," I defended with a shrug. "Plus, I needed to get as far away as possible."

Noah fell silent for a moment, deep in thought. We continued our walk in silence towards the houses.

"Running away from something?" He finally asked, barely above a whisper. Noah's eyes met mine as he tried to read me for an answer.

I let out a sigh, giving him a small smile. "Always."

"Who or what?" Noah prodded further, leaning in with interest.

"Ghosts, demons," I joked, trying to lighten the mood. "And people too."

We shared a laugh, our voices blending into a beautiful melody that I never wanted to end.

"I left everything behind - everything I've ever known," I began, but turned my head away to avoid his gaze.

I took a deep breath before admitting, "My parents were killed when I was thirteen."

Usually, people would immediately apologize and offer their condolences, but Noah remained silent, letting me continue.

"After that, I bounced around different foster homes because no one wants to take in a teenager."

Noah hummed, encouraging me to keep talking. We strolled down the sidewalk, passing houses as we neared my own. I couldn't help but stare at it as we passed by, but I quickly focused on the path ahead.

"Unfortunately, I fell in with the wrong crowd and ended up involved with some really bad people who only wanted me for what I could give them," I said with a hint of bitterness. "But I worked my ass off to get out, and now I have my own place in an entirely new part of this earth."

I smiled at the brunette, feeling grateful for his willingness to listen. He returned the smile and gave me a knowing look, almost as if he understood.

Noah's attention turned toward the houses we passed. His gaze was intense as he scanned each one carefully.

"Sorry for dumping all that on you," I said with an uncomfortable laugh. "I don't know why I just told all that to a stranger."

He shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "We're not strangers anymore," he said. "More like acquaintances."

I felt reassured by his words and couldn't help but ask about him. "So what about you? You seem pretty mysterious."

Noah fell into silence, his brows furrowed in thought once again. His gaze scanned the grass intently as if searching through memories. Eventually, he turned back to me with a small grin.

“I’m…just Noah,” He said; but as I stared into his eyes, devouring his soul, I saw that he was much more than that. His eyes held a depth of emotion that hinted at hidden truths and untold tales. But I didn't push. After all, we had only just met.

"Well, 'just Noah,'" I said with a playful smile, "I'm glad our paths crossed today."

He returned my smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Me too. More than you know."

chapter two

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[rallentando1011]

hey so can I get a scenario with rise donnie’s s/o coming up to him and invited him to a restaurant in the hidden city where it has couples dancing? Entices him with his favourite music that’s gonna be playing and massive puppy eyes?

late nights, flashing lights

rise Donnie x gn reader

“Come on, it’s the weekend! Why not do something special?”

Donnie flipped up his goggles in response to your question and set down his welding gun, sparks ceasing to fly at his confusion. “I haven’t the slightest notion on what the day of the week has to do with my choice of activities.”

“Our choice of activities - we’re hanging out right now, so it’s collective,” you corrected.

“Fine - our choice of activities. Sitting and working and engaging in riveting discussions is all we do on other nights, so what makes this one any different?”

You paused. All week, you had been planning a surprise for him - a trip to a quaint little disco in the Hidden City you’d heard about from April. She’d sent you some pictures from when she’d gone with Sunita and Casey, and then the idea took root.

But it was easier said than done.

Planning to surprise your turtle was difficult primarily for two reasons: the snoop always found out about it in advance (which you’d avoided narrowly this time by not mentioning anything about any plans tonight) and, the most difficult part, trying to get him to choose to go out of the lair, the step you found yourself currently stuck on. Still, you were going to try.

“I don’t know,” you replied coolly, “maybe the fact that it’s supposed to be the end of the week, time to relax or go out or something?”

“Out?”

“Yes. Out. With me. Instead of holing yourself up in the lab or whatever,” you mumbled.

“Out where? Not a lot of Homo sapien-mutant-accepting entertainment establishments come to mind, and, much as I love pretending not to be myself,” he flicked his goggles back down and turned back to his workspace.“I don’t know if I’m really in the mood for it right now.”

“Well.” You didn’t want to say that you knew of one in particular because that sort of spoiled the surprise element of the night. Hesitantly, you suggested, “we can try to look for one?”

He sucked in a breath through his teeth, hand stopping just shy of picking up his welding tool once more. “I don’t know…”

“Could we please just give it a shot?” Hook.

You nudged his arm, mustering up the warmest look you had. Line. “Any time you want to come back or feel uncomfortable, we’re headed right back here.”

Donnie glanced back over to you, and you could discern the exact moment he caved. Sinker. “Sure.”

The next half hour consisted of throwing on sweatshirts, linking arms and whipping out of the lair straight toward one of the many entrances to the Hidden City.

As you wandered through portals, down ramps and bystreets, the turtle you were practically dragging along looked at you exceedingly more quizzically.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Donnie eventually muttered.

“What?” you asked incredulously, quite unconvincingly. “No, of course not. Just meandering randomly. What gave you that impression?”

“Oh, nothing - just the fact that you’re walking with assertion in a seemingly predetermined path.”

A subtle smirk worked its way onto your face. “Maybe.”

He scowled, lighthearted. “Oh, sweet Galileo- why mustn’t you ask me out with you straightforwardly when you already have plans?”

You pulled on his sleeve to direct you two left before pushing the entrance of your location open for him. “Because then I wouldn’t get to see the look on your face when I take you places like this.”

As soon as he stepped foot in the building, you saw the glow in his eyes, his radiant beam, and they were far more beautiful than the already gorgeous venue.

The pictures you’d seen of it looked good, but seeing it in person was even better; with the amber lights and colorful tiled-dance floor and overhead disco ball, the place looked like it was ripped straight out of the 80’s. 

“It’s a discotheque, baby!” you grinned, throwing an arm back around his shoulder. “Last one like this within, like, a thousand mile radius.”

“Woah!” Somehow his eyes lit up even more when he looked back at you. It was stunning. “How have I not heard of this place?”

“I mean, that checks out. April recommended it, and apparently it took Sunita forever to find somewhere with a more traditional disco - it only plays 70’s and 80’s hits. You’re welcome.”

Donnie was still stupefied. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say.”

“I heard they’ve got some tables over there for dining, and that the drinks from there-”

Your hand was gently snatched from the air where it was pointing at a countertop across the room. You looked down at the tridactyl hand holding it, then up its owner.

The turtle grinned, finally pulled from his daze and emphatically lucid. The look in his eyes bore a striking resemblance to the exact one you’d used to get him to agree to come here. “We can get into the dives and dining and whatnot later - for right now, care to dance?”

“I mean, I have a reservation for-”

Another hand on your waist was all it took to shut you up, and slowly walking backwards landed the both of you on floor, and pulling you closer resulted in the both of you grinning and spinning and dancing.

As a myriad of killer songs blasted from the front of the room, you found yourself inundated with a seeping, saccharine satisfaction, partially derived from doing the merengue and cha-cha and some deviant of the Cabbage Patch along with many more improvisations, but mostly from the sheer elation exuded by your dance partner.

Even as you two continued to bounce to Whitney or sway to Prince, his focus stayed on you, eyes locked, with scarcely a moment without a hand or arm making contact with you.

Somehow, just that affectionate attention, that carefree yet caring energy made the efforts of getting him into a social setting and keeping a surprise from the nosiest person in the world abundantly more than worth it.

[myloveoffandoms]

Bug Bites and Socks

Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader (Female)

Summary: Reader is suck in shorts and is hoping to find something better suited for killing walkers, or in their case avoiding bug bites.

Warnings: Age gap (Could be read different as age isn't mentioned), As always bad grammar.

Tags: ??? You guys tell me.

Word count: 1.4k approx.

A/N: This is post prison era, this is also from my archives (aka word docs i never posted) Only proof read once. The girl in the photo is AI and not necessarily the characters looks but AI was being an ASS when I asked for black knee high socks in combat boots so I decided to just use what I was able to get.

Photo Inspo: https://ca.pinterest.com/pin/2251868556842908/

“Come on. We gotta keep movin’.” Daryl says gruffly, as he looks at me leaning on a tree for support. Every fiber in my body was screaming, telling me to rest but I knew we had to keep moving.

“I know… I just need two seconds” I let my head hang down for a moment.

“One, two. Now come on before we lose daylight.” I roll my eyes at the comment, but a small smile breaks on my face. It was closest thing to a joke I had heard from Daryl in the time that I knew him.

“Ha. Ha. You’re so funny.” Sarcasm dripping from my voice. The man Infront of me scoffs in response. I push off the tree and start walking again. He watches me approach before turning and walking along side me, bow always at the ready.

As we continue, every now and then I have to hit at my ankles and legs from the bugs trying to bite. “If ya wore pants an not shorts you wouldn’t have as many bugs at ya” He grumbles out as he watches me swat off another mosquito.

“Well, running from walkers wasn’t exactly on the itinerary for today.” I say quietly. I was already annoyed with myself for not being more prepared and stuck in dark jean shorts. I didn’t need to be called out on it too. I was on meal prep duty before the prison was attacked, and it was ridiculously warm out at the time shorts didn’t seem like the worst idea, clearly, I was wrong.

“Just sayin’.” Daryl utters out.

“Hey, look” I slow my pace as I see a building through the trees up ahead. Daryl picks up pace some, to see what it was and if anyone or thing was around.

“it’s a house, don’t look like anyone around or inside” he says quietly.

“Scavenge and move on or hold up for the night?” I ask as we approach it slowly.

“let’s see what’s inside first.” He says holding his bow drawn as a single walker staggers out of the woods. He doesn’t waste the arrow and we both run inside the house trying carfully to not draw attention of the undead.

The house had definitely been picked over, dirt and broken items scattered the floors. Furniture ruined or upturned. Daryl went searching in the kitchen I crept slowly upstairs. First room was near empty except mess. The bathroom had nothing but garbage nothing worthy of taking. The second room clearly belonged to a girl. Photos scattered the floor, happy faces. Posters of movies, and bands hung haphazardly on the walls and ripped on floors. I went to the dresser, of course nothing no pants, nothing. I scanned the floor again. I see the closet door hanging off the rack. I walk over and look inside again nothing but garbage or useless items. I scan the shelf nothing, top one I couldn’t see so I carefully run my hand over it my fingers graze over something soft I grab it and pull it down. A ball of black sits in my hands. After a second, I realize its socks.

I hold them in my hand as throwing them from one to the other as I continue to search for anything food, pants, anything at all upstairs. Nothing. Only a pair of black socks.

I go down the stairs to see Daryl slamming an upper cupboard closed. “There ain’t nothin’ here!” He shouts. “What ya find?” He asks eyeing the black ball in my hands.

“Catch. Its socks.”

Daryl catches them with ease and lets out a scoff well doing so. He undoes them to show two extremely long black socks. Daryl looks at them kind of confused for a moment. I quickly go up to him taking them from his hands.

I sit on the back of what was once a couch, I untie my boots and kick them off taking off my ripped socks I had on and setting them on the couch.

“What the hell are ya doin’.” He asks clearly wondering why I so quickly decided I needed to change socks. “Protection from the bugs.” I say as I pull on one of the black socks it sits just below my knee. I quickly put my opposite leg up on the couch pulling the sock up past my calf and letting it snap against my skin when I hit my knee.

I turn to look at Daryl whose gaze slowly climbs from my legs to my eyes. I tilt my head slightly trying to read the emotion on his face. I couldn’t quite place it, he almost looked… hungry. Then it hit me we still haven’t eaten and no food here. He was hungry and probably annoyed at me stopping to change socks.

I lean over and tie my boots. Happen to have some more coverage on my legs. When I finish tying, I stand back up straight, and Daryl still watches me. He swallows hard once and then turns back to the kitchen.

“Sorry…” I mumble out. I don’t think he heard me.

“Lets keep movin’ maybe I can hunt somethin’ before night hits” Daryl grumbles out, heading to the door. I follow behind him.

It was night Daryl was able to catch a few squirrels since we had left the abandon house. Although the days have been warm the nights have been cold and temps been dropping lower and lower as days pass.

I watch Daryl as he leans against a log. He was cleaning his bows and placing them back in their designated spots. I liked watching him sometimes. Even before he was always just so into his own thing. It also helped that I found him undeniably attractive. The brown hair and bluish, green eyes. I shiver as a wind passes through.

I see it blow the hair from his face. I hesitate for a moment before I speak. “Daryl…”

He turns to look at me. “Could I- I mean could… I was..” I mentally roll my eyes at myself for stuttering so much.

“Can ya what?” He asks his full attention on me.

“Well, I was wondering if I could, lay beside you…” He just blinks so I continue to talk “I just mean it’s cold and it would help keep warmth... Never mind bad idea” I say shaking my head.

He watches me for a moment before he sets his knife that laid on his left side over to the right. I close my eyes taking his silence as a no. Then I hear him clear his throat. I open my eyes, and he looks from me to the spot empty on his left.

I lean up slowly and make way over to him then slowly lay beside him. I don’t curl in. but he blocks the wind and just being closer gives some extra warmth.

It didn’t take me long to fall asleep.

Third person POV

Daryl tensed when she laid down next to him. He wasn’t sure how to feel about her being so close.

The way she had put her new socks on early made a warmth go through him. Her smiling as she pulled them up and the smirk when she said it was bug protection. It caused a feeling of warmth Daryl wasn’t fully familiar with. Yes, some was in an attraction sense but there was more there.

She laid beside him, her breathing remaining calm and steady as she slept. Daryl pushed himself down on the log some. Enough to keep partial elevated, but also enough to let him rest more.

After a few minutes had passed. She stirred lightly in her sleep turning to face Daryl. She reached out and cuddled into his side. Her head resting on his chest, and a leg over his. He watched as she curled in closer. He remained completely stiff and unmoving. He watched her closely for a moment before relaxing and gently resting his hand on her mid back and side. He couldn’t help but enjoy the feeling of having her so close and so at peace with him. Daryl relaxed some allowing himself to close his eyes and rest, with the beautiful girl he’s slowly come to know and holding her close.

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Closer to You

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word count- 4.8k

Includes- Slight angst, oral, pussy eating, cum eating, face riding, tongue riding, squirting, cock riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

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J POV

"Yes fuck", I moan, grinding my pussy on Seonghwa's face, his mouth sucking on my clit hard and fast

I look down at him, his eyes closed, him looking like he's in heaven

I never thought I'd find myself in this position

But my best friend is hard up, asking me to ride his face and I threw caution to the wind

He sat against my couch on the floor, took off my pants and panties, tilted his head back on the cushion and I sat on his face, his tongue immediately moving

His hands on my thighs, fingers digging in my skin as he uses that fucking mouth to suck on my clit like I've never been sucked on before

I had no clue how skillful Seonghwa is at oral but he's hands down the best I've experienced

"Mmm", he whimpers, slurping all over my clit, "Fuck yes. Cream my face jagi. Drown me"

I am indeed drenching his face as I've never been this wet before

Never been this horny before

I move my hand in his hair, keeping his head right where I want him

His mouth moves even faster, driving me so close

"Yes fuck baby", I cry, right there, "Just like that Hwa, fuck suck my clit just like that"

His next suck throws me over the edge, my orgasm hitting me so hard, intense pleasure ripping right through me

"Seonghwa! Yes!", I cry, his mouth not stopping, sucking me through the bliss, "Oh god, fuck"

As soon as my orgasm is over, I don't get a break, Seonghwa now using his tongue to play with my clit, three of his fingers sliding into my cunt from behind

"Ffff...fff", I trail off as his fingers start pumping into me, driving right into my spot, "Yes, yes, yes"

He uses the tip of his tongue to rapidly lick my clit as he moves his fingers

He moans against my clit, "Fuck, love your swollen throbbing clit jagi. Making me so fucking hard. Don't want this throbbing clit out of my mouth"

"Ddd ..don't worry", I murmur, "You can have it baby. Don't stop"

"Good jagi" he hums, tongue rolling over my clit again and again

"Fuck Hwa, you're fucking mouth, your tongue is so fucking amazing", I praise him as I clench down on his fingers, "Fuck so good at oral"

"I have an oral fixation and love eating pussy.", he answers, "Its my favorite"

Yeah well it pays off

And I'm slightly jealous that other girls have felt this before I have

"You're pussy is my favorite though", he says, his fingers slipping in and out of me so pleasurably, "Pretty swollen clit, tight wet hole, yummy sweet cum. I think I need to eat you out more often"

After this experience, that will not be a problem

His mouth moves around my clit again, this time softly suckling, the gentle pulls making shivers run up my spine

"You can Hwa", I promise

"Yeah?", he asks, between sucks

"Yes. As long as my pussy is the only one you eat"

I definitely don't want to catch anything if he goes down on as many girls as it seems

"Mmm hmm", he moans, the vibrations of his voice adding to the pleasure, "Yeah jagi. You're pussy can be my only one. As long as you're ok with me eating your cunt everyday"

I'm more than fine with that

"Yes Hwa"

He groans into my clit, switching between gentle sucks and licks, a contrast to how hard his fingers are fucking me

It's fucking mind blowing

"Ggg..gonna squirt", I warn him, with the way he's working my spot and my clit simultaneously

"Your...your pussy squirts?", he asks in surprise

"Yyy..yes. If you...do everything right"

"And I'm doing everything right?"

"Yes", I gasp

He's doing more than everything right

He's giving me so much bliss that I've never felt before

Pleasure that other guys try to give me and fail, he's doing so easily

"Fuck, squirt in my mouth", he whines, his lips attaching back to my clit

All he does is suck once and I'm gone

"Fuck Seonghwa!", I cry, my orgasm crashing over me, unbelievable pleasure in every part of my body

His fingers pull out as he moves me over his mouth, my pussy squirting right into it

His fingers move to my clit rubbing, keeping me in pleasure as he moans and I can hear him swallowing over and over

"Mmm", he groans, his tongue licking my hole as I continue to squirt

Fuck, he's so hot

His tongue continues to fuck into me when my orgasm finishes, wiggling in as far as it can go, my cunt clenching on as much of his tongue as I can

"Cream my tongue jagi", he begs, "Ride my tongue and cum all over it. Use my tongue to get off"

With that, he slips his tongue inside, holding it in my pussy

Jesus Christ, he's kinky

And it's such a turn on

I start moving, bouncing on his tongue as much as I can

He moans so erotically, his fingers gripping my thighs so fucking hard, I know he's leaving bruises

I moan like a slut, dropping my hips down faster and faster, my pussy leaking like a fucking waterfall, all over my thighs and definitely all over his face

It completely surprises me how much he loves this

Like I've had guys give me oral because they felt they have to

But Seonghwa...it seems like he lives for it, getting pleasure out of it

He switches things around, holding me in place with one arm around me and now thrusting his tongue into me, still as pleasure filled as ever

"After you cream my tongue, sit on my cock please", he begs, his tongue fucking into my hole as he speaks, "Use me. Wanna be your fuck toy"

What the fuck?

"You want..."

"Want you to fuck me", he confirms, "Please baby. I need to know how you feel around my cock. I promise my cock is just as good as my tongue"

I look down behind me, shocked to see his cock out, standing painfully erect, cum crying from the tip, his hand around his base

But he's not jerking himself off

Just holding his cock

When did he take his pants and boxers off

Christ, I'm in so much bliss I didn't even notice it

"Please"

"Mmm Hwa, yes", I agree, the sight of his long thick cock burned in my head

I want to sit on it right fucking now

"Yes, fuck" he murmurs, his tongue moving even faster into my hole

"Fuck Hwa", I whimper, feeling my orgasm rush towards me

I hold on to the couch cushions as I cum, his tongue thrusting inside and staying, letting me ride out the massive pleasure

He swallows as I cum in his mouth, his tongue never leaving me as I clench around it blissfully

Only when I finish does he pull it out, then presses a soft kiss to my pussy lips

I move my legs immediately, getting in his lap, sinking right onto his cock that's he's holding up for me

"Of fuck", I cry as I slip down his length inch by inch, his thickness stretching me wide around him

"Jagi, fuck", he pants, his eyes on my pussy taking him, "So pretty"

Grabbing and holding onto his black tank top, I move my hips as I take him, wiggling down his fat cock, my pussy greedily sucking him in

Each inch feels phenomenal, my pussy getting even more drenched

I can't believe it feels this good just getting him in

I finally bottom him out, adjusting my legs so it's like I'm squatting on him which will make it easier to ride him, his cock throbbing inside me

I move my gaze to his, immediately blushing as I take him in

His face is glistening in my juice and cum, as is his neck and chest

His hair is a mess, his eyes fucked out, his mouth slightly open, his tongue lolling out from the side of his mouth

God, he looks so fucking ethereal even though he's a mess

His eyes move to mine, softly smiling, his hands moving from my waist up my body, pushing my shirt up

I let him take it off, my bra following, then I slide his tank top up and off

And I'm hit with Seonghwa I see on stage, his muscular arms and chest and abs on display for me

I don't even realize I'm running my fingers on his chest until he moans softly

My gaze moves back to him, as he bites his lip, his hands cupping my boobs

He squeezes so gently, his thumbs running across my already hard nipples

"Fuck", I whimper in pleasure, my cunt clenching around him hard

He groans, his eyes closing as his head tilts back

"Please", he whimpers

Holding onto his upper arms, I slide up his cock, shivering as I feel him drag through me, every ridge of his cock felt so acutely

"Oh my fucking god", he moans, his hand tightening around my boobs, "Tight. So Tight"

I drop back down, bottoming him out, his cock head hitting my spot, sending stars blasting in my vision

I move again and again, craving to feel him move in my cunt

God, he fits inside me perfectly with no room to spare, touching all the right places, filling me so fucking well

I never had a cock this good before

Like he was made for me

"Is this what you want?", I breathe, bouncing on his cock, pleasure running up my spine, "Want me creaming your cock like I creamed your mouth?"

"Yes", he whines, the pleasure on his face so beautiful

"Well you're lucky I like your fat cock", I tell him, "Nice and hard, so easy to ride. Might have to use your cock more often"

"Yes", he pants, lifting his head, his dazed gaze on me, "Use me everyday"

I smirk, as sweat fills my hair, running down my body, fucking him harder with every bounce

"That what you want?"

"Yes", he confirms, his eyes moving down to my pussy taking him, "Want your tiny tight pussy wrapped around me everyday. Creaming my cock just like this. Coming on me over and over"

"You don't want another pussy?", I ask, running my fingers in his long black hair, trying to gauge how serious he is

Because if he is, I'd definitely fuck him everyday

His eyes snap to mine, shaking his head

"No. I want your pussy", he says clearly, "You. I want you"

I feel my face heat up as I shyly say, "Ok"

He nods, his hands gripping my hips, his gaze on me

Not his cock being pumped into me, not my boobs, not closed

His eyes are looking directly into mine and I can't move mine away

I move my arms around his neck, clenching on his dick every time he slides in, grinding down on his head once it's against my spot

"Really like the way you move on me", he says, his fingers softly trailing up my back, "So pretty. So mesmerizing. You're so beautiful"

He has got to be kidding

I'm sweaty and breathing hard, I have to look like a mess

While he...yeah he looks like a mess too but he's stunning no matter what

"You are jagi", he says, making me blush hard

"Thanks Hwa. You're gorgeous too", I tell him, "So hot"

Her smirks, sending my heart into overdrive, "Not as much as you jagi. Never had someone so beautiful fuck me before"

I break eye contact, looking down

Ok, I know he's lying about that

He's slept with other idols and they are one thousand percent more beautiful than me

His hand moves to my chin, lifting my head, my eyes back on his

"I'm not lying Jo. You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen jagi. I swear"

I'm so surprised and I don't know what to do with that

My best friend is telling me this

It's something you tell a girlfriend, not me

He just smiles and I give him a small one back, riding him harder, trying to mask how thrown I'm feeling

And trying to hide how I feel about him

How I always felt about him

But that doesn't matter

That's not what's happening here

What's happening is I'm just fucking him because he's horny and I was here and available

He doesn't want me like I want him

And it's fine

I'm ok with this being one time

I figure all the things he says are in the moment things and nothing more

It's fine, I can pretend for a little while

I move my legs faster, rocking on his perfect cock, feeling him fill me over and over

I clench him hard, making him moan in pleasure

"Fuck, need you to cum on me", he whines, his gaze at last moving to my pussy fucking him, "God, fuck, so much cream jagi. Making my cock so pretty in your mess"

"Mm hmm", I murmur, "Gonna make a bigger mess all over your cock"

"Go ahead baby. You want it. I feel your cunt pulsing so hard. Like you did on my tongue", he urges, "You wanna cum around my cock so badly"

I nod

I do

So fucking much

"You wanna cream my fat cock, rub your little spot on my cock head, clenching my cock over and over. Don't you?"

"Yes!", I yell, the pleasure taking over

"Then cum on my dick", he growls and his voice sets me off

I slam down, ecstacy tidal waving over me as I cum the hardest I have today

"Oh my fucking god!", he yells, "Fuck so good. So fucking good"

I can't think, I can only feel as I clench on his stiff as a rock throbbing cock, my hand pulling his hair so hard his head is tilted back

His nails dig into my back as he holds me up, both of us screaming in pleasure

It's so much, my brain getting foggy as I come down from my orgasm

I clench his cock, feeling that he's still hard and I wonder if he came or not

It sounded like he did

I open my eyes I didn't know I closed, letting go of his hair

He looks at me and I'm shocked to see tears in his eyes as he pants for breath

"Did you cum?", I ask

He shakes his head, "Nnn..no. I forced it back. It...it felt so fucking good. I...I want more"

I'm shocked at his words

He held back?

"Please?", he asks

I nod, "Need you to fuck me this time Hwa. Need you more"

He nods, pulling me against him, holding me as he stands up

He puts me on the couch on my back, spreading my legs wide open

"Fuck, so much cream", he murmurs, his head ducking down

I feel his tongue on me as he licks my pussy, moaning against me

He cleans my pussy, then sits up on his knees, his eyes running along my body

"Baby's so sweaty", he says

Yeah I am but so is he

It's glistening on his body, his muscles shiny with it, his hair completely drenched

He leans down, his tongue on my lower stomach and he drags it up my body slowly, licking me

Over my belly button, between my boobs, along my chest and up my neck

"So fucking good baby", he murmurs in my ear, his tongue licking my neck again, "God, everything on you tastes so fucking good"

I'm completely blown away

I actually have no thoughts in my head which is surprising as I always have a comeback for something

But now?

I got nothing

He moves my legs around his waist as he sits up, his cock head pushing into my cunt again

My pussy happily takes him, once again tugging him inside as he slips in

"God, this pussy loves my cock", he murmurs, starting to thrust lighting, pleasure humming in my body, "Sucking me in, eating my cock perfectly"

With each stroke, he moves harder, his head smashing my spot, sending stars in my vision again

His hands grip my waist hard as he fucks me slow but so fucking deeply, making sure his entire length in engulfed in my pussy

I feel him in my stomach, the pleasure fucking insane and I don't want him to stop

I watch him fuck me, his hands holding onto me so tight, the veins in his arms are popping

His chest muscles move under his perfect skin, his abs so tight as he pounds into me, concentration on his face, sweat running down from his hair, his tongue poking out of his mouth, his eyes watching my hole take him

And in this second, I'm so jealous of the girl who he's gonna choose to be with

Not only does she get a sweet, loving, supportive man but she gets the wild sex side of him too

I hate her, whoever she is

His gaze lifts, meeting mine, a smirk on his face, making my heart pound

"Love watching this pussy take my cock. Like you can't get enough"

"I can't", I tell him honestly

"You don't have to worry jagi. I'm yours remember? You can have me everyday"

It hurts because it's not true but I just smile and nod

He impales me on his dick over and over, the stimulation to my spot driving me closer and closer to coming

"Www..where should I cum?", he asks, his breathing getting labored, as he plunges his cock in so deep

"Finish inside me", I tell him, wanting to feel his cum fill me

"Fuck yes", he murmurs, "Thank you"

I don't say anything, figuring it was just something he said in relief

I squeeze his cock so hard, my cunt fluttering around him uncontrollably, so close

"Cum for me jagi", he murmurs, "Cum for my cock"

He thrusts again and I snap, falling over the edge, my mind blanking as ecstasy pounds into me and I squirt all over his cock

"Seonghwa!", I scream at the top of my lungs, feeling like I'm fucking floating as pleasure wracks my shaking body, "Seonghwa! Seonghwa!"

It's so much, so intense that tears are falling down my face from how fucking good it feels

"Oh fuck", he cries, moving on top of me as he sheathes his entire cock inside me

His hand behind my head, pulling up to him, his lips crashing into mine in a searing mind altering kiss

I feel his cock throb then his warm cum fills me just as his tongue slips inside my mouth, playing with mine

I throw my arms around his neck, kissing him back just as passionately, my entire world changing in that one kiss

I feel like I'm on top of the world, my head dizzy, like I'm where I belong

With Seonghwa

He whimpers my name, his mouth right back against mine, kissing me stupid as we come together and ride out the pleasure

As the bliss fades, he doesn't stop kissing me

He pulls out, moving next to me, both of us instinctively turning toward each other

His arms wrap around me, pulling me flush against his skin, my arms moving around his neck, our legs tangling together

He keeps kissing me and I completely melt into him, gladly taking his kisses for as long as he wants to give them to me

I'll never have his kisses again so I happily fall into him

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"Ugh", I moan, my eyes opening, my body so sore

I need to get up and stretch or something

I try to sit up but there's something on top of me, holding me down

I hear a light snoring as I look down, shock taking over as I see Seonghwa asleep, half on top of me

Everything that happened earlier rushes back and I realize that after we kissed for who knows how long, we fell asleep

He's cuddled against my chest, his head on my boob, his arm tightly wrapped around me, my arm around him too

His body is on top of my right side, which is why I can't get up

But it's Seonghwa and I don't care

I turn my body back to him, admiring how completely gorgeous he is

He's literally perfect

I moved my fingers in his hair, slowly running them in the soft silky strands

My god, I'm so in love with this man

I would give anything for him to see me the way I see him

To have his love

To have him kiss me like he did before...to be able to get them all the time....I can't even imagine that

But it'll never happen

He'll find someone he loves and I'll continue to be his best friend

As long as he's happy, I'm ok

I keep playing with his hair for awhile, not sleepy but not willing to wake him up just yet

I just don't want him to leave and that's what'll happen when he wakes up

Unfortunately for me, I don't have any luck and he starts moving within the next minute

My hand freezes in his hair as I panic and wonder if I should pretend to be asleep

His eyes open before I can decide, lifting and focusing on me

Shit

But he smiles so widely and I'm in utter shock

"Baby", he says softly, confusing me even more

I mean yeah he called me baby before but it was during sex

I don't even know if he realized what he said

I start pulling my hand out of his hair but he grabs my hand, turning it towards him and softly kissing my palm, his lips sending sparks flying up my arm

He moves, lifting his head and I expect he's gonna get up and this is over

I'm startled when his hand cups my cheek, his lips pressing against mine in the sweetest kiss I think I've ever had in my life

I fall into him, moving my arms around his neck, holding him tightly

I'm just in total heaven

His lips against mine, his tongue against mine, his body against mine

I never want this to end

Of course it has to but at least it lasts a few minutes

He pulls away, looking at me with a look in his eyes I can't place

But he's smiling softly

His fingers caress my face gently, my skin on fire from his touch

"I love you", he says

Complete shock enters my body

And fear that he's joking

"Are...are you kidding?", I ask

His eyebrow raises, "No"

There's no way....he has to mean it in another way

"You mean like a friend?"

He sits up and I do as well

"No Jo. Not like a friend", he says, anxiety now on his face, "I....I'm in love with you"

It's like my brain and heart won't believe it

It's just something I wanted for so long but good things like this don't happen to me

It's too good to be true

"Are you sure?"

He looks away, tension in his body, "Yeah Jo. I know how I feel. What do you think everything we did was?"

Is he kidding?

"Uh just sex?", I say, "I mean you have sex with lots of girls...I thought I was just...convenient because you were horny and I was here"

He looks at me with a look of shock on his face

"I...I didn't do this with you just because I was horny", he says quietly, "If I just wanted sex I could of called any of the fuck buddies in my phone"

I mean yes, but again I was right here so why would he call anyone when I'm more than willing to give it to him?

"I mean yes I was horny but I was horny for you. Just you. I wanted you. I've wanted you for so long"

So long?

Am I that oblivious?

"You never notice Jo but I swear when you're in the room, I can't stop looking at you. I can't stop wanting to be around you. I think about you all the time it drives me crazy"

My mouth drops in complete shock

I had no idea

"You don't notice me. Not like that and I just wish you would", he continues, "I want your arms around my neck everyday, your lips on mine everyday. I want your body against mine, your pussy around my dick, your cream all over me. I want to see you everyday. Spend time with you everyday. Hold your hand every day. Cuddle you everyday. I want you in my arms every night"

I take in all his words, slowly processing them

And getting more and more surprised and excited with each word that sinks in

"I want to love you everyday", he whispers, his eyes moving to mine, a look so vulnerable in his eyes, "And I want you to love me everyday"

I'm speechless but I don't need to talk

Moving my hand behind his head, I pull him to me, my lips crashing against his

His arms move around me immediately, pulling me against him, kissing me back just as passionately

As I kiss him, I just realized that I can have this all the time now

I can get his amazing, breathtaking kisses every day

I'm so fucking lucky

When we break away, he looks at me with hope in his eyes

"I love you Seonghwa", I finally confess, "And not like a friend. I'm in love with you too"

A gorgeous smile breaks on his face, taking my breath away

"Yeah?"

I nod, "Yeah. I want everything you want. I want to be in your arms every night. Cuddling with you Hwa. You have no clue how many times I imagined it"

"I know jagi", he says, "If it's as many times as I imagined it, I know"

Now I know that

"You were wrong about one thing Hwa. I always noticed you. Always. You are always on my mind too, you are the only one I've ever wanted", I tell him, looking lovingly at him, "I love you more than anything Hwa and I promise I'm going to love you every day"

He nods, "I promise I'll love you everyday Jo. It's all I've wanted to do for a long time"

"You're mine Hwa", I smile, "Finally"

He laughs, "I always was baby"

"Now I know", I giggle

"Yeah. And you're finally mine"

"I always was", I repeat to him

"Now I know", he answers, then kisses me again

And I'm on cloud nine

"Do you want to go out to eat?", he asks, after the kiss ends, "On a date?"

"I want to Hwannie", I tell him, "But I don't want you to get in trouble with ATINYs and your managers if we're seen in public"

He's now my boyfriend but he's still an idol

He still has rules to follow

"I don't care baby", he says, holding my hand, "I finally have you, I'm not hiding you"

"I don't want you to get in trouble Hwannie"

I don't want to be the cause of a problem or ATINYs being mad at him and pulling their support for ATEEZ

That's not fair to him

He and the guys have worked so hard to get there they are

"Baby", he says, his eyes on mine, "Let me worry about it ok? I promise it's ok"

"Are you sure?", I ask hesitantly

"One hundred percent"

"Alright", I give in

"Good baby", he smiles, "Let's get dressed ok"

"But....I'm just wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt"

"So am I jagi. We can have a casual date tonight. Tomorrow we can be fancy"

"Tomorrow?", I ask, excitedly as we get up to get dressed

"Of course baby. I was telling the truth about wanting to see you everyday"

I smile widely as I pull my shirt over my body, so fucking happy

He comes over to me after we're dressed, "So I was thinking, we go get food now, then go to your apartment where I can fuck you hard again, then make love to you"

I blush, that sounding so fucking perfect

"Then I can hold you all night and spend all day with you tomorrow. And at night we can get fancy and go out"

Oh god, yes please

"Is that something you wanna do?", he asks shyly for some reason

"Absolutely baby", I answer, "It sounds perfect"

"Great jagi", he smiles, "I love you"

"I love you Hwa"

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips

Then he takes my hand and me and my boyfriend leave the dorm to start our amazing long date

[vminizzle]

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pairing : boyfriend!jungkook x f.reader

genre : angst, suggestive, fluff

warnings : mention of insecurities ( small breasts ), shy!reader, pet names, making out, dry humping, praising, cum in underwear, no actual sex ig / non penetrative sex

words count : 1.1k

A/N : hi hi guys, as promised I wrote a little drabble. Don’t expect something awesome or whatever. It’s kinda simple. I wanted to write something about people being insecure about having small 🍒. I used to be so insecure about it, but after years I started loving myself the way I am. I hope it will kinda reassure you ( at least, help some of you to remind yourself that you’re beautiful the way you are ). REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. I love you guys, take care. - sunny

FEEDBACKS ARE WELCOMED 🔮

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You and Jungkook were cuddling peacefully, enjoying each other’s company.

Pulling you closer to his warm body, he started leaving little kisses on the back of your neck before burying his head on your back again, his arms tightening around you.

You smiled looking at his arms wrapped around your middle. Your eyes drifted from his strong grip to your chest.

Being honest, you don’t look at your chest often so when you do, you really do.

One of your hand slid up to one of your breast, cupping it lightly.

“so .. small.” you sighed, a bit of disappointment dripping from your tongue.

“what did you say baby? I didn’t hear you.” Jungkook asked curiously peeking over your shoulder.

He noticed your hand on your breast and looked up at your flustered face.

“they are so small and .. you’ve never told me.” you said still not making eye contact with him.

He put his hand over yours gently.

“your chest is perfect the way it is.”

You shook your head not believing his words. 

“Tsk c’mon darling, let me show you how much I love your beautiful chest.” he said smiling softly before hovering over you.

He laid you gently on your back and spread your legs to make room for him to lay inbetween them.

He looked into your eyes, his full of love.

He bent down to kiss your lips passionately, his hands finding their places on your hips.

One of his hands slid under your shirt slowly, his fingertips caressing the soft skin of your stomach, until they reached your under boob, your bra the only barrier blocking him from its destination.

He looked at you for permission as you nodded shyly looking away immediately.

“look at me baby. Don’t be shy. You’re beautiful.” he kissed your cheek.

He unhooked the material throwing it away on the carpeted floor. His hand cupped your left breast gently, the other hand still laying on your hip, his lips connected with the sensitive skin of your neck, leaving little kisses and sucking little marks.

He backed away to look at them biting his lips.

“so pretty.” he muttered to himself.

He lifted your shirt up slowly still looking at you to make sure you were still fine. You smiled at him shyly, putting your hands on his, helping him undressing your upper half.

Jungkook stared at your naked chest making you feel unsure as he stayed silent.

You covered your breasts not knowing why he wasn’t doing anything.

“hey no no no.” he grabbed your hands pinning them gently on each sides of your head.

“don’t do that.” he smiled at you reassuringly.

“they’re so cute, you’re so cute.” you could felt your cheeks burning from embarrassment.

“how can you say something like that so openly.” you closed your eyes shut tight making him chuckle.

“why so shy?” he caressed your cheek lovingly.

He bent down keeping eye contact with you as he kissed your breast.

“tell me if you want me to stop.” he whispered.

He finally looked at your chest, one of his hand massaging your bosom softly, his finger grazing at the sensitive bud making you let a breathy moan out.

He immediately looked up at you not expecting that reaction. You put your hand over your mouth. You were embarrassed? nervous? you just wanted to run away.

Before you could do anything else, Jungkook’s mouth were on your nipple, enveloping it between his lips. His tongue poking at it, the warm wet muscle stroking your sensitive erected bud.

Your bit on your bottom lip, trying hard not to make a noise.

“baby let me hear you. Let me hear how good I make you feel right now.” he hummed sending a vibration through your whole chest.

Your body was so sensitive you could have cum right in the moment.

“Jungkook.” you whimpered out softly.

His fingers still kneaded at your breast as he mouth worked on your other one.

“It feels so s-so good.”

Your hands travelling to his back as he detached his lips from your nipple to suck little purple flowers all over the unmarked skin of your throat and down your collarbones.

“your breasts are so ..pretty.” he murmured against your neck, his breath fanning on the abused skin.

He disappeared down again, sucking on your other nipple, this time a little bit harshly as you arched your back, fingers pulling at his black locks. He smiled as you reacted so well.

You started moving your hips unconsciously against his, making his member twitched inside his pants at the sudden friction as you kept on rubbing against his hardening cock.

Jungkook groaned lowly, breathing heavily. You were getting too excited, he made you feel lightheaded, his touches were addictive like drug, he got you so high just by giving some “attention” to your upper body, how is that even possible? He had such a strong effect on you, you were so weak for him.

He started grinding his hips harder against yours, making you moan loudly this time. You couldn’t care anymore, it felt too good. You were lost in the pleasure already.

His head was buried deep into the crook of your neck, his breathing getting unsteady.

Quiet moans escaping from his throat as you whimpered.

“baby.. d-don’t stop.”

The rough friction against your lightly covered clit were stimulating you so well.

“ah yes Jungkook.”

Just hearing his name coming like that from your mouth made him grind on you harder, picking him up the pace.

“baby I’m so close.” he groaned as he put his forehead on yours.

“me too” you breathed out, eyes closing as you felt your climax getting closer.

You enveloped his lips into a heated kiss, feeling the familiar knot in the pit of your stomach.

Jungkook moaned lowly as he cummed in his pants as you came in your panties at the same time.

Breathless, he laid on top of your body, arms encircling you, his face resting on your chest.

“to conclude.” he started after you guys calmed down.

“Your breasts are perfect the way they are.” he smiled victoriously making you hid your face behind your hands whining.

“really, I mean it baby. You’re so beautiful y/n. Your body is beautiful. Keep that in mind. I’ll always remind you that anyways.” he kissed you lovingly, before giving you his shirt to wear and cuddling you.

—A/N : short and simple. I told y’all I was free for an hour only so I couldn’t detail more and all *sigh*. Anyways, I’m gonna be ur Joon from now on. Trying my best to make you guys love yourselves! Thank you for reading.

[hayleylatour]

Finding peace 🕊️

Content warnings- unprotected PIV (don’t do this that’s how you end up in this situation) Oral (f receiving) this is basically just smut. Future talks about pregnancy and options some fluff at the end cause I already love them

Summary- Mia is a 24 year old new bookstore owner who’s best friend is dating the drummer of up and coming metal band Bad Omens Nick Foilo. Jess is known for trying to set Mia up on blind dates. What happens when Mia meets Noah Sebastian

A/N- I may have been writing this non stop since i posted chapter one.

Pairings- babydaddy!Noah Sebastian x OC (Mia)

Chapter two- Mia’s pov

“Your place or mine?” I whispered

Noah pulled back an inch and smirked “you live alone right? Jolly is at my place, Jess said you live alone.”

I gave Noah my address and told him to follow me there, my nerves felt like live wire. My wrist still tingling where he touched. The five minutes drive to my apartment felt like an eternity but as I threw the car in park Noah was already standing beside the door. We walked up in silence, shoulder to shoulder his pinky ever so lightly y grazing my hip.

Noah is on me before the door is closed, pushing me against the wood and diving into my neck. “Fuck you smell so good angel”

Moaning I thread my hands through his hair. Hands pull at the hem of my hoodie his eyes dilated and asking permission to continue, I nod giving him the go ahead “words angel. I need to hear you say you want this.” He breathes, fingers toying with the hem now.

“I want this, Noah, please” slowly the toying stops and he’s pulling the fabric up and over my head, throwing it across the room as if it had burned him. His fingers graze over my chest and down my belly, popping the button of my pants. I can feel his bulge against my hip. “Stop teasing.” I growl ripping the jeans down my thighs and reaching for his zipper. He laughs at my urgency pushing my hands away to remove his jacket and shirt. Fuck me sideways, seeing his body covered in artwork made my knees weak.

“Bedroom.” I breathe

Noah chuckles “where is it?” He says grabbing the backside of my thighs lifting me, my legs circling his waist. I point him in the right direction before licking a long strip up his neck. Noah lays me on the bed lowering himself to the floor and pulling me by my ankles. A squeak escaping my lips followed my a deep moan as his hot breath fans over my clothed center

“You’re soaked angel, all this for me” Noah says into my pussy before licking me through my panties. His hand coming up and resting on my chest as his teeth nip at the exposed skin. Looking down his eyes are already on mine, dark obsidian pupils bore into me and he takes the band of my underwear in his mouth and pulls. Once off Noah slides my soaked garment into his back pocket.

“You taste so sweet, such a pretty pussy.” The vibrations from his voice sent a shockwave through my core

whining, his name comes out like a chant “Please don’t stop, I’m so close” His head dips again, licking a broad stripe up to my clit, before sucking it in between his lips. His fingers prodding my entrance before siding into me, massaging that spot inside only he has ever been able to reach. The pleasure causing my vision to go black.

When Noah comes up for air his chin is covered with my slick. Pulling myself up to a sitting position I tug his closer to me and smash my lips to his. A surprised gasp leaves him before he begins kissing me back. Crawling over me my hands fly to his jean cover cock. Palming him through the material. Groaning he kicks them away leaving him in his boxers.

“I didn’t bring any protection.” He admits pulling away slightly.

“I’m clean, i promise it’s okay, please” dark eyes staring down at me. Sliding the last of the clothing off his cock springs free from its confinement and rest against my stomach. Noah reaches a hand between our body’s and slowly slides himself into me.

“Fuck you’re so tight” hips rocking slowly, bringing my right leg to his shoulder and leaning down to connect our lips again. My pussy pulsating around him as he slams himself into me so fast i nearly lose my breath. My vision goes blurry and the euphoria feeling fills my brain.

“You look so good like this, look so sexy taking my cock” He moans into my shoulder. The coil in my belly gets tighter and tighter. “You gonna cum? Come on cum for me, good girl”

His pace doesn’t change as he reaches his hand down to rub tight circles on my clit, hurdling me over the edge.

“Fuck I’m coming, Noah please” im not sure what im begging for, but the words rush past my lips before my brain can process it.

“Me too angel just let go, fuck where do you want it?” Lowering my leg to his waist, I lock my ankles behind his back.

“Inside please, inside me” I moan trying to pull him closer.

“Fuck are you sure?” Nodding was all he needed before he coated my walls in his hot release, slowing to a stop. Noah leaves a quick peck on my forehead before standing and exiting to the bathroom. Coming back with a cool washcloth and wiping my thighs.

“Stay.” I mumble sleep already taking my body over. Noah climbs in next to me pulling my head onto his chest, his heart rate is still erratic evening out after a few minutes.

Sleep eventually comes and Noah’s breathing evens to a slow and steady rhythm.

I’m awoken by the smell of pancakes and coffee. Sitting up and stretching I hear Noah humming a tune I don’t recognize, padding over to my dresser and pulling on an over sized tee-shirt I make my way to the kitchen. Noah has his back to me his boxers hanging low on his hips, whisking more batter with a plate of pancakes to his right and a cup of steaming coffee to his left.

“Good morning sleepy head” he says turning to me giving me a toothy grin

“You didn’t have to make anything but thank you.” Noah and I sit to eat as he tells me about the next album he’s working on and how this melody has been playing in his head since late last night. He goes on to ask about the store.

After we eat Noah walks to the front door where our clothes are haphazardly thrown. Picking them up he pulls his phone from the pocket. Before turning to me and handing me the device

“Put your number in, in case you need to blow off some steam again, I’ll be here” his eyes moving across my face and down to my body. I take the phone and quickly type my number sending myself a text.

“Hey i gotta get to the studio. But text me okay? Don’t be a stranger Mia.” Noah said pulling on the white tee before making his way to the bedroom.

After Noah left I sat on my couch and called Jess. “What happened to not trying to set me up Jess?”

“Well I may have mentioned to Noah after we got of the phone yesterday that you were in a dry spell and needed a good fuck, I didn't think he'd actually go for it, BUT! it worked because you’re hair is a mess and you’re face has some more color to it now. Tell me, was it amazing? I’ve heard rumors that Noah is amazing in bed” Jess pulls her phone closer to her face. Laughing I tell my best friend about the best sex I’ve had in a long time.

[igglemouse]

I wake up feeling different, as if there is a new purpose humming within me. It's barely there, I admit, but I do know it wasn't there before. Maybe it's because for the first time I felt welcome? Sure, sure, SUUUUURE, it was by a vampire, an actual blood sucking leech on two legs but...I was feeling welcome for the first time in a long time. That I could be part of something or rather part of whatever they have planned. I'm not sure what I'm stepping into, or rather if I'm stepping into anything at all.

Whatever the day decides to throw my way brownies shall help me prepare for it. At least that's what I'm telling myself. I'm a bit delusional, as you can tell, just let me have my delusions?

So I do the usual, clean my floors and myself and end up watching TV any ways which is a box full of delusions. Just trying to pass time I guess, I don't know. Honestly, what even is my life?

Well, it's Friday, so something has to happen. Things usually happen on Friday's, right?

And I was right, something DOES happen A knock at the door and on the other side some random guy. A handsome random guy, I should add, calling himself 'Niklas Krausser'. It's a name I'm sure to remember because it belongs to a man ridiculously hot. Tall, well defined features, and a bit of a presence to him. Hard to explain. There is a sense of magic to him, I know that at once. As they say, it takes one to know one.

"And what brings you to my door, Niklas?" I ask, pretending to be casual despite this unexpected twist to my day.

"I've heard a lot about you," his reply has a smoothness to it. "But..."

"But?"

"There's not much magic to you after all," he continues and now I think he's sizing me up. I should be worried, after all, there are people out there who would like me dead but I'm guessing if that was his intention I would be already. "There's a flicker there, faint....barely noticeable at all."

"Sorry to disappoint," I feel a little stung and a need to defend myself. "I've been excluded from the super secret magic club all of my life so you can't blame me."

"Heh, fair enough," he says with a chuckle. "If its any consolation you're not missing out on much," his eyes linger on me a little longer and I'm starting to realize he's not sizing me up for my magical abilities. "May I?" he asks with a tilt of his head.

Ladies, it's not wise to let strange men into your home but my life needs a little spice so why not?

Mr. Krausser settles himself comfortably on the couch in my very plain and lame living room. He doesn't fit here. The bare walls and cheap furniture make him stand out a little more than he should. He lounges as if he's a king, full of confidence, talking about the weather and local news at first before we get into what he's likely really here for. Magic.

"You should know, magic is quite overrated," he says waving his hand as if to emphasize this point.

I'm blinking, confused, because, "How can magic be overrated?"

"Don't be silly, Gracelyn, it's all a bit shallow, isn't it?"

And now I'm crossing my arms, demanding more of an explanation. "Shallow? Some can bend reality with, can't they?"

He shrugs because this is an argument I'm sure he's heard before. "But should we allow others to bend reality? Is it truly worth it?"

"Yeaaa...." I'm not a big fan of philosophy.

"Most of us," he continues. "About 99% actually, can't do much. Determine the flip of a coin or your typical parlor tricks," again a hand wave, he makes it all seem rather boring.

"Yes but, a coin flip could change the future? Butterfly effect?" he's not moving, another shrug of those shoulders of his. "You could at least use it for better, clean up big with it, walk out a winner."

"Yes, sure, I guess," he's not at all convinced. "Remember, the realm frowns upon such things, so what is it really useful for?" He smirks, thinking I am defeated and perhaps I am. I'm no expert on magic after all.

He's right. The Realm has strict rules that apply, ironically, all outside of the realm, from what I understand. A spellcaster cannot use magic to manipulate others or alter the world in their favor in any way. You'd be in a world of trouble for making yourself rich as the wealth brings you power and your punishment? Let's just not talk about the punishments.

"So then, why are you here?" I narrow my eyes at him, trying to draw out his purpose. "To deter me from wanting to learn it because-"

"Actually, I have no idea why I'm here!" he says throwing up his hands and looking truly perplexed.

"What?" Okay, that catches me off guard? I was expecting some serious conversation, you know, another warning. 'Don't pick up any magical books you little witch or else!' but instead I just get some clueless but clean cut nice looking guy dropping by for no reason at all? I can't help but to start laughing. "Okay, what is this about?"

He takes a long and dramatic sigh and stands, dusting himself off and then heads right for the door as if he had accomplished his goal but he doesn't get too far before I stop him.

"Look, umm, Gracelyn, this might be a mistake," he tells me, suddenly lacking the confidence that he walked in here with. "Which is wrong, mistakes don't happen, not with me, I've been led wrong before but-"

"Buuuut? But what?" I interrupt, close enough to deny him exit because now my curiosity wants to keep him here so that I can get a little more out of him. "What is this about?"

"I-it's destiny, you know? Fate?" there is an earnest energy to his voice now, his tone telling me that whatever he's going on about he truly believes it. I'm just not sure what he's talking about. "Do you believe in that? Believe in fate?"

"Maybe," I hesitate, what else am I to say. This is the same guy who said magic was overrated not that long ago and now he's asking me to believe in it? "It could be some kind of magic, right? What is this about?"

"It's my watch, Gracelyn," he holds it up for a second, lightly tapping the glass of its face. "It leads me, guides me, to....well, fate, I guess. I've been following it all of my life and wherever it points, I go, especially when I'm lost and well...here I am, at this house, with you."

"O-oh..." well if this is a pick-up line it's rather creative. I'm a little thrown off though, trying to process it. Magic is real, of course it is, who am I to deny it? Yet if what he's saying is true... "So, let me get this straight, your watch led you to me or-"

"Or it's led me to this house," he says quietly, seemingly as confused to his purpose as I am. "Which I guess is possible but..." he lets that thought hang, rubs the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. "I need to go, I guess I'll figure it out later, huh? Like I said, magic is soo overrated."

But after he left I found myself staring at the door. He's right. There was magic in that watch, definitely, I could feel it. Even if it was just a hint, it was there and he was her. I'm not sure what that means, maybe it means nothing at all, or maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic dreaming that I'm living in a fairytale and I've met my prince charming...

Faba stood before her fires, losing herself amongst the dancing flames, letting their light reveal snatches of the world beyond. The flue flames cackling and spitting, telling her of what was to come, telling her that the world was changing. Not only the one she once called home, but all of the worlds, every where.

The balance was shifting and it was impossible to tell which way it was shifting. Good? Bad? That's all a matter of perspective, isn't it? Change was neither but it was always inevitable.

In this case, her focus was on the girl called Gracelyn. Faba had been tasked with watching her for some time as she was exiled due to the punishment of her parents. Innocence, caught in the wrongdoings of another, she knew the story all too well, but Faba wasn't interested in Gracelyn's past, it was her future. Her potential a flame waiting to ignite, but who would spark the match?

"So, did it work?" Simeon asked, fixed on the mirror above the fireplace and on both of their reflections. To him, the fire didn't have magic, he never quite understood what Faba saw in it but he was no seer. She could read it as if it were a book.

"Maybe," she mumbles, still lost in its tales. "Time will tell."

"Faba..." Simeon's voice was low in warning. "A lot is riding on this, everything is riding on this, will the two pair?" He didn't need to speak their names, no, there was power in names and when one speaks yours they tie your destiny to you and he wanted to keep Gracelyn's fate far from his own. At least for now.

According to Faba, Gracelyn had several possible futures and according to her she was doing all she could to nudge her down the most preferable one. Like some twisted fairytale she had manipulated Niklas' watch, speeding up time, speeding up his fate. He was meant to meet her, Faba did see that, but it was a little later in her life, not now. Niklas was a protege of Simeon, a promising one at that, she just hoped this would be best for the both of them.

"Well?" Simeon asked, desperate. His plan was simple but...

"Time isn't linear, Simeon, you know that," she said, not turning to look back at him because she thought this plan was rash and foolish. "They have met, that much I know. What happens now I cannot say."

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[hrtz4alex2211]

One rule

pairing: sub!nate x sls!reader

summary 1: you and your triplet older brothers (nick matt and chris) have always been close, they have always respected your wishes and let you do what you want as you were an adult now. but they had one rule. dont. fuck. their. best. friend. but rules were never ment to be followed…

summary 2: it was finally your birthday, the day you have been wating for, your finally 21!! your older siblings throw a party for you constantly reminding you of their one rule. dont have sex with their best friend, nathan doe.

A/N: this is my first fan fic ever so if it suck im sorry.😭 and sorry for the 2 summarys i couldnt chose one bc they both are good😭 this will be 2-3 parts depending on the ending looks like for this fic

warnings: SMUTTTT, cursing, getting caught, crying, physical fighting, panic attack, mentions of alcohol, and probably more

"Y/N HURRY UP!" you hear your eldest brother nick call up to you as you finish up your no make up make up look. "IM COMING JEEZ NICK BEING A GIRL IS HARD Y'KNOW!" you scoff as you say that, putting your shoes on running down stairs where your 3 brothers wait looking at their phones.

"ahem im here lets gooooo" you cough out as they all look up at you and start walking "took you long enough.." chris mumbles earning a smack on the arm from you.

-

about twenty minutes later you arrive at the airport to pick up 2 of your best friends, madi and nate. you've had the biggest crush on nate since as long as you can remember but you have never told anyone but madi. when you finally see the two emerge from the crowds at the airport you run up to them.

"MADI! NATE! AHHHH!!!" you scream as you wrap your arms around both their necks for about 30 seconds before you pull back and look both of them in the eye

"well hello to you too then" nate laughs "hi Y/n/n!!! its been so long" madi says picking up the bag she dropped from seeing you and loading it into the back of the mini van. nate does the same stacking his bag on top of madi's and putting his backpack on top.

you all start to pile into the mini van after small talk but slowly realizing there wont be enough room for the four of you to fit in the back. "shit where am i gonna sit?" you say looking at matt who is sitting in the front seat waiting as everyone buckles up but you. he shrugs when you hear nate say "sit on my lap itll be fine." you look up at him with an eye brow cocked up.

"no ill be to heavy. ill sit on the floor its fine!" you say starting to crawl into the vans floor "no y/n thats dangerous. just sit on my lap ill live you weigh practically nothing!" nate says as you roll your eyes and finally agree to this decision, as you close the door. you wiggle around on nates lap to make yourself comfortable. you hear him grunt as you finally find a comfortable position and lean back in his chest.

"whats wrong, am i too heavy?" you ask looking back at nate. "no your fine just getting myself comfortable too!" he says smiling his warm smile at you as matt hits a speed bump making nate grunt again but this time you ignore it leaning back on nate's chest and slowly falling asleep to the sound of small chatter floating around the car.

-

when you wake up you find a sleeping madi and you in new clothes with no make up. madi must have changed you and taken off your make up after you fell asleep in the car. you get up and go downstairs checking the time on your phone 11:37 PM you read as you groaned rubbing your eyes as you make your way to the kitchen already seeing a light on. you walk into the kitchen to find a snacking nate at the island, you giggle as you walk over to your fridge and grab a small yogurt cup.

"hello sleepy head" nate says looking at you through his lashes as he takes a bite from the cereal bowl in-front of him. you walk over and sit next time him setting your yogurt and spoon down as you look into his eyes "hello pretty boy" you whisper, a smirk threatening to spread across your face as you see his eyes widen from the nickname he hasn't heard you use in months.

"ive missed you y/n.." he says as he looks at your lips then back to your eyes, you doing the same. "ive missed you too nate" you smile at him and you jsyt stare into each others eye before the buzz of your phone breaks the trance. its nick. you groan opening the message.

from : nicky pooh 11:41 why are you up i see the kitchen like on

you laugh as you type a response

to : nicky pooh 11:41 i got hungry, snacking with nate. sorry to wake you we'll be in bed soon promise

from: nicky pooh 11:42 fine, make it quick im tired and that light is bright shining through my door. love u 🫶🏼

to : nicky pooh 11:43 lol sucks to have a broken door dont it, love u to🫶🏼

"sorry about that." you chuckle putting the phone down and looking back at nate who looks like his eyes never left your face. you turn to open ur yogurt are you are actually hungry, making nate do the same to finish off his cereal as you devour the yogurt in 6 big spoon fulls. you both get up at the same time him making his way to the sink and you to the trash, he puts his bowl and spoon in the sink as you throw away the yogurt container and walk over the nate leaning on the sink.

you lean really close to nate looking up at him slightly as you place your spoon in the sink. your stomach slightly grinding against his crotch making him groan. you lightly gasp as you feel his growing hard-on press into your stomach. you back up taking nates hand and dragging him to the guest room where he will be staying making sure to close and lock the door as you walk over to the boy pushing him down on the bed as you climb onto him so your straddling him

"fuck y/n what a-are you d-doing?" he asks worried about nick matt and chris. you can see it in his face thats what hes scared about. "im doing what you clearly want." you say palming his growing erection getting a loud whimper from nate. you push a hand over his mouth. "shhhh we dont want my brothers or madi to hear do we now?" you say earning a frantic head shake from nate as you begin to fiddle with the waist band of his pajamas pants soon after pulling them down as he starts to take your top of leaving you in your bra before you hear a small knock at the door startiling you both as you quickly pull your top back on and him pulling up his pants as you both stand up.

"yo nate!" chris says before he jiggles the locked handle. "whys the door locked? bro let me in!" chris says jiggling the door more as you run and hide behind the desk thats set up in the corner of the room.

"sorry forgot to unlock it after i got changed earlier, whats up?" nate says before looking over at you quickly and back to chris. "me and matt are going on a late night drive you coming? im asking y/n and madi after you." chris says, nate eyes widen. "s-sure uh i can ask the girls if you want to head downstairs, i need to piss anyway." nate says looking over at you again for a second then looking back at your brother

"alrights sounds cool, see you downstairs soon?" chris says walking away and pointing at nate "you got it!" nate says as he slightly closes the door and looks at you. "you down to go for a drive?"nate says pointing at the door "fuck yea i am!" you say standing up running to your room slowly opening the door to see a dead asleep madi "i guess madis not coming!" you say pulling on a hoodie and changing your shorts into long pajama pants.

"fine by me" nate responds walking out the room and down the steps as you follow close behind. after you guys drove around for awhile you went back home and all parted ways to you room. seeing as you had to get stuff ready for tomorrow, your big birthday party!

a/n reallllyyyyy long first chapter so sorry but next will be shorter ish and better i promise! i was also crying at myself while writing this it was so bad so hope you enjoyed😭😭

tags: @k4tixzz @hysteria-things @lovingmattysposts

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell or is it heaven? Part 1 (chubby nerd Y/N x BillyHargrove)

-Welcome To hell-

Warnings: eventual smut, fluff, and lots of angst.

Please be nice, I'm trying 🫣, this is my first ever attempt at a multi chapter story.

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The empty beer bottle came to a sudden stop as it pointed directly at the one person i dreaded but somewhat happy having to spend Seven Minutes in Heaven with.

The asshole gave a smirk as he saw the bottle was pointing at him.

SHIT! i thought.

He had been an annoying pain in the ass since the day I met him. my bully from day one. The guy I fantasized about. I'm starting to regret even coming to the party with Nancy, who Conveniently ditched me before the game even started, and saying yes to this game was only due to alcohol answering for me.

"Let's get this over with loser," he says with an annoyed huff.

"Great, this is going to be seven minutes in hell," i snapped.

Annoyed, i got up from the floor. He bites back a chuckle and follows behind you.

"Nice ass, y/n," he taunted and grabbed.

i roll my eyes at his comment and smack his hands away. Typical Hargrove. He opened the door to the bedroom and let you in.

"I can open the door myself, Hargrove," i say rudely.

"Princesses go first," he says sarcastically.

scoffing. "Oh my, a true gentleman," i faked swooned

Rolling his eyes while roughly pushing you in. He closed the door behind him. I about to throw hands until i notice how hungrily he was scanning my body.

Blushing , I did my own scan, seeing the black leather jacket that laid over a toned chest, his virgin Mary necklace that lays perfectly against his collarbone. His Denim jeans that were covering that perfect ass. His messy curly blonde hair that's begging to be touched. The sun kissed skin that looks like soft velvet. His disarable lips were always in a smirk. His ocean blue eyes that stare intensely at you like a predator observing its prey as I look directly into his eyes.

"Like what you see, nerd?" he says.

Eyes widing when i realized i just been caught with my hands in the cookie jar. A sinful cookie jar.

clearing my throat "Well are you going to kiss me already?,"crossing my arms.

dumbfounded by your sudden boldness. He blinked a few times as if he didn't hear you correctly.

"What?" he exclaimed in disbelief. "You're not going to fight me on this?"

"Do you want me to?" i say with a challenge. "Go ahead, hotshot."

He scoffed. "Seriously?"

"Did I stutter?" I smirked.

Earning me another scoff from him.

"Who knew y/n had a fiesty side under that nerdy exterior?" he retorted.

I laugh. "Are you afraid that little ol' me is too much for you then? "

"Me? Afraid? No way." he says. "I can handle you just fine, darlin."

"What are you waiting for then?

"Alright, y/n you asked for it,"

He approached me, standing about 5'10; his blue eyes are piercing into mine. He grabbed me roughly around the waist. I don't bother to resist. In fact, I melt into his touch like it was natural for us. He pulls me into him, pressing his body into mine.

Almost immediately, I was surrounded by a faint smell of chlorine, cologne, cigarettes, sweat, and beer. His scent that I secretly loved when he got to close in the halls to knock the books out of my hands. I feel his hands cup my ass and give it a squeeze. I blush as my hand slips past the jacket to run down the length of his torso, stopping at the top of his jeans.

His mouth immediately encases mine. His kisses are rough, hungry, and possessive. He tongues my mouth, not even giving me a chance to catch my breath.

I decide to battle for dominance since he always likes a fight. I tongue his mouth, giving his tongue a suck, then bit his lip.

"Darlin, you might make me fall in love with that attitude," he says

"Falling under my spell already, Hargrove?," i tease.

He chuckles as he is shaking his head in amusement. Billy threads his fingers in my h/c hair, pulling it so my head is at a good angle for him to continue his kisses. I thread his hair and give it some tugs, him lowly growling from the sensation of my hands wondering his body.

Deciding to take it up a notch, I try to push him against the wall despite being 5'5. he grins into the kisses, allowing me to push him back, knocking over whatever was in the way in the tiny bedroom, my hands griping the collar of the jacket. His hands tightly grip my hip. The sensation of his hands is making it hard to concentrate on the actual game.

After a few more mind-blowing kisses, his mouth is on my neck, sucking, licking, and biting. I'm sure he was going to leave a mark. His hands explore places that nobody has adventured to before.

Deciding to regain control, he gently pushed me against the nearby bed, pinning me into the mattress, straddling my thick thighs. He shrugged off the lather jacket and leaned down to hover over me as the sound of the metal accent crash on the hardwood floor. Soft but calloused hands, taking my wrist, and pin them above my head.

"Is this better than any of your dreams?," he says with a smirk.

looking scared. "How does he know?" I thought, was I that obvious? No, did one of your friends accidentally say something without realizing someone was listening? I bet it was Steve. That man can't keep his mouth shut, especially when it came to Hargrove.

Seeing you have an existential crisis, he laughs. "I accidentally read your journal you left in the library, also the doodles of me were...." cutting him off by Shoving him off me, I walk away from him crying a little due to the alcohol fading in my blood stream and because he's just going to make fun of me and tell everyone how much of a loser i was.

Grabbing my arm, he spins me into his chest. "Y/n, where the hell are you going?"

I was about to answer, but there was a loud knock on the door. "TIMES UP LOVEBIRDS!!"

part 2

Masterlist

2023

[mortiskiller]

Midnight Snack: Funnel Feeding

The text for my latest audio, it's fun to heat what I leave out or add in 🤣

My eyes opened as my belly grumbled and shook me awake. My arms felt heavy as I reached for my phone screen down on my belly, my fingers stopped just short. My back ached from holding my body up this long. With one more grunt I grabbed my phone, sending shock waves through my belly. In the dim moonlight of the bedroom, I could see how immense I was. A literal ocean of lard, rolling and dipping as I took each breath. My stomach rumbled again, pain winced across my face as hunger pains shoot through my abdomen. Pudgy fingers unlocked my phone and typed a message to my feeder. U up? I need a midnight snack. 

I waited for a response, my heart racing with anticipation. My feeder was the only one who truly understood me and my insatiable hunger. He knew how to push my body to its limits and how to satisfy my every craving. I lay there in the darkness, feeling my belly rumble and grumble with hunger. The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity as I waited for his response.

Finally, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was him. My heart skipped a beat as I read his response. "I'm up, baby. What do you want to eat?" I grinned to myself, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "Anything but a lot, so hungry."

After a little while he arrived. He turned on the bedroom light on its lowest setting. I can see four large pitchers filled with thick shake on a trolley. No words are said as he brings the trolley over to my side of the bed. He grabs the funnel and moves closer to put it on me. “Thanks.” I whisper. He reacts by smiling. He puts a finger on my chin and slightly pushes down to signal for me to open my mouth. The mouthpiece enters my mouth and secures the funnel at the back of my head. I barely get room to adjust before the first mouthfuls of shake flow into my mouth and straight down my throat. I chug, not even getting time to breath. Pitcher after pitcher steadily yet quickly empty into my ever-growing body. It filled me up to where my stomach started to churn and scream from being pumped full of nothing but pure fat and sugar.

I moaned in pleasure as the thick shake flowed into my mouth and down my throat. My feeder knew just how to satisfy my insatiable appetite. The sweet, creamy liquid filled me up quickly, but I couldn't stop. Each gulp sent waves of pleasure through my body, and I felt myself getting more and more turned on by the idea of being fed like this.

As the fourth pitcher emptied into my mouth, I felt my stomach start to churn and scream in protest. But even the pain couldn't stop me from taking in more of the delicious shake. My feeder leaned in closer, watching as I drank and drank until I was beyond full.

Finally, he pulled away the funnel and set it back on the trolley. I gasped for breath, feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the rush of sugar and fat. My belly was stretched beyond belief, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to move for hours. But even with the pain and discomfort,

As silent as he came, he left. Wishing I could have gotten more, to feel that blissful feeling of being overstuffed to the point of fighting my stomach not to throw up, I close my eyes. Dozing of quite quickly.

The sound of my feeder locking the door and the jingle of the keys, the soft steps on the floor, turning on the bedroom light, and his footsteps coming closer to me, all these sounds woke me up.

I sat up on the bed as he walked over to my bedside, a large glass of milk in his hands. With a grin, he set the glass on the nightstand and started to rub my belly. The glass of milk was steaming hot and it made my belly expand even further. “Good morning, my little fatty.” Said my feeder with a grin. “Mhm...” was all I was able to say, as usual. I felt his hands travel from my belly to my breasts. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, using his tongue to lick and suck. His other hand grabbed the glass of milk and moved it closer to me, as if he wants me to drink it. I was still full from my midnight snack, but I could eat.

[sunghoonnsupremacy]

#LOVETALK! - warnings : cuss words, mentions of sexual activity

004. - 005.

"wake up, soomin-ah. " jungwon shakes me awake, sunlight peeking through the blinds. I stir in the bed covers, groaning at my high level of tiredness.

"come on. we have to go. " he sighs, caressing my cheek with his left palm. I sit up and look at him, noticing my dress is missing.

"what's the time? " "6am. we should get out before a sober beomgyu realises we're in his bed." he lets a hushed whisper and rubs his eyes exhausted.

I groan and throw myself back on the bed. "fuck him. I'm tired. " I close my eyes, ready to rest when jungwon abruptly pulls me up by my hands, and the covers off of my tired body. "you can sleep at mine, just hurry up. "

I sigh in exaggeration and nod defeatedly. I walk over to the other side of the room where my clothes lie on the wooden floor.

"why is my dress ripped jungwon? " I slowly turn at him, noticing a sheepish smile on his face. "well.. "

FOUR HOURS AGO. - 2am.

"mmm jungwon-" my moan gets cut off by a sound of my dress ripping in half. I widen my eyes and my jaw falls open.

"you dick! did you just rip my dress? that was EXPENSIVE!! " I slap his hand away and pout.

"oops? wanted an easy access to your tits, my bad. " he sarcastically pouts back and unclips my bra from the back surprisingly quickly.

I feel my nipples harden at the cold air blowing from the half opened window, arching my back slightly. "not my problem you're impatient. you could've asked me first. " I subtly roll my eyes at him, only to get harshly grabbed by the jaw.

"don't give me an attitude or this'll end in you crying, understood? " his eyes darken for a moment before diving back to sucking and peppering my boobs with kisses.

NOW. - 6am.

"oh my fucking god, what the hell? " I whine and throw the ripped dress at him. "Im sorry I thought you wouldn't remember it. " he walks over to me and pouts. "kisses? " he leans in to kiss me, my hand stopping him.

"no." I harshly glare at him and he rolls his eyes. "fine whatever i don't care bye" he falls facedown onto the bed like a toddler throwing a tantrum.

I grimace at him and put my bra on, finding a random shirt in the closet, presumably beomgyus.

I walk over to him and smack his ass so he gets up. "what the hell soomin?" he winces in pain and hurriedly stands up to glare at me. "you said we should hurry, so hurry up" I open the door quietly, hearing it creek loudly to my luck.

"fuck was this house built in 1900 or what? " I whisper-groan and walk out with a grumpy jungwon following me.

reaching the bottom of the stairs, jungwon spins me around. I yelp in suprise but he kisses me in time before I could make more noise. kissing him back, he pulls away and smirks. "that's for this morning. "

I playfully roll my eyes at him and slowly open the front door. "ill call us a uber. have my jacket, you look cold. " he offers with a sly smile and I take it but glare at him being the reasoning of me wearing nothing but beomgyus shirt and lacy panties.

anyway, as we arrive to his place, he unlocks the door leads me to his bedroom. its grey, led lights stuck around the corners and a gaming set up. my eyes run across the room when I suddenly see a photo.. of me? getting closer I see that it's a 100% picture from a couple months ago when I was out shopping.

what the hell? I hear jungwons footsteps and quickly jump into the bed, ignoring the picture even though im morally petrified.

"I see you're getting comfortable already. " jungwon smirks at me and takes off his shirt. my eyes widen as I take his defined abs in notice. he crawls in next to me and leans on his hand to make eye contact with me. "what? " he smiles and says, "have I told you how pretty you are? "

I furrow my eyebrows and think back to all the times he's beat me up or made me choke on his dick. I shake my head and say "no".

he frowns. "really? I should start saying it more then" not knowing how to reply, I smile at him and turn around. "goodnight." a confused sound leaves his mouth "huh? you're going to sleep? " I mutter a yes and groan. "you told me i could sleep at yours, jungwon. "

"well yeah but I didn't think you'd actually go to sleep. " he pouts and crawls closer to me so he can wrap his arms around my waist. "let me at least sleep with you. " jungwon mutters against my chest.

I nod and close my eyes.

TIMESKIP.

hearing him snore, I quickly shimmer out of his hold and leave the room. feeling more than uncomfortable by the idea of him stalking me, I leave through the back door and walk a few neighborhoods to call aeri to pick me up.

"god.. i knew he was an asshole but a creep? " i rub my eyes and thank the lord when i see aeris car pull up.

"hey, what's the rush? you okay? " she immediately pulls me into a hug. i hug her back and when she drives off i give her the whole explanation from last night till this morning. she notices my sullen expression and pouts.

"do you wanna go straight home or should we go to my place? " while driving, aeri smiles at me before looking back at the road. i sigh knowing that jungwon will look for me at my apartment. "your place, please. i don't think ill feel comfortable staying alone today"

she nods and the two of sit in silence for the rest of the ride. looking out of the cars passenger seat window, I think back to what I saw. im still somewhat shocked about the fact he has a picture of me, but not that weirded out. its better than other shit I could think of. I mean god knows what he does with that picture but as long as he leaves me alone I think I'll be okay.

he also still hasn't called me which means he's either still sleeping or looking for me. Id hope its the first option, hence me not wanting to see him for a while. but is that really even an option when it comes to jungwon? most likely not.

hes extremely clingy, he's always been clingy. even when he used to bully me. it's weird, but I've gotten used to it.

now is when I start to panic. what if he calls me? or texts me? or worse.. finds me? what do I even say? I have to make up a lie that will not make him suspicious but also sound believable enough as to why I left without saying anything or waking him up.

maybe if I just tell him its a family issue. or a friend issue? school issue. bullshit! why would he believe that? for the most part, let's hope he won't call.

all off a sudden, my phone starts ringing. fucking jinx. I do a quick prayer before checking who it is and to my suprise its the one and only yang jungwon. fuck.

"yes? " I pick it up hesitantly and take the phone to my ear so aeri won't hear. "where the fuck are you soomin? " I could hear his frantic voice from the other side, almost as if he was pacing around for no genuine reason.

i gulp and make up a lie, "sorry but my mom called me because she needed help with setting up new furniture in her house. I didn't want to wake you" I smile proudly at my great and improved lie until I hear him sigh. "okay. call me once your done, mkay? I wanna see you. " upon hearing this, I hum in agreement and end the call.

"was that him? " aeri asks, eventually pulling up in her driveway. I nod and get out of the car, excited to finally rest.

"what did he say? " she unlocks the wooden door to her apartment and smiles at me comfortingly. "just that he wants to see me later. I think im okay for now though. " I welcome myself into her cozy household by sitting on the couch into a manspread and closing my eyes.

"you can have some ramen I made earlier. I'll be in my bedroom okay? just knock if you need anything. " she kisses my forehead and hurries to her room. I sigh and decide it'd be best for me to sleep for now, hence the fact I got no sleep at two different houses in one night.

my phone pings. for fucks sake, what's up with my sleep schedule today? I groan and unlock it, only to see a chat from jungwon. gosh he's so extremely clingy it's annoying.