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mariabtsos · 7 months ago

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Nuts - ||k.nj||

Description: how had Namjoon ended up in this situation? What do you mean he had to actually make a connection instead of fucking your brains out?

Genre: Oneshot, Non-idol AU, Rapper!Namjoon x Makeup Artist f!reader, strangers-to-lovers, Too Hot To Handle inspired, SMUT SMUT SMUT!! Hopeful ending.

Warnings: Namjoon is a bit of a player and full of himself, just smut overall with a hopefully balanced plot, eventually he’ll get back in touch with his feelings, this might be the longest oneshot I've written? Oral sex f receiving, fingering f receiving, grinding, slight exhibitionism.

Word Count: 8.5k+

Namjoon thought himself a reasonable person, horny, but reasonable. He never needed to go to extremes to get what he wanted, whether it be an artist he liked to feature on a song, or fuck the sexy girl that kept bringing champagne over to his table at club. She was leaning against the wall of some small maintenance closet, her back was arched as he pounded into her relentlessly.

Once they finished, he could tell she would want more, doing a not so subtle attempt at slipping her phone number into Namjoon’s back pocket. He smirked and walked out after fixing himself up, knowing full well this would be the last time he’d see her, Namjoon never came back for seconds once he had them. It was nothing against the women he slept with, he didn’t used to be this way, but a few instances of heartbreak and a toxic cycle of make up sex can lead one to denounce love all together and give into pure carnal desire.

Such was Namjoon’s case.

When he arrived at his table he noticed his manager, Jin, and his two best friends, Hoseok and Yoongi, did not receive him with the usual knowing smiles, granted, this time he hadn’t waited long to ditch them for some pussy. Namjoon usually gave it about an hour or two into an outing before temporarily or permanently leaving his friends, but he supposed tonight he really needed a quick fix.

“Why do y’all look like you’re mad at me?” he asked, taking a seat and picking at the chips and salsa that had been placed at the center of their table.

The VIP section of the club was nice, it had a great mix of different low and high-grade celebrities, Namjoon liked to think he was making his way up from the low end of the spectrum, now that he’d been picked up a small label and his mixtape would go from SoundCloud to mainstream platforms.

“We’ve barely been here for half an hour, Namjoon-ah,” Jin complained, holding the bridge of his nose between his index finger and his thumb, Namjoon just continued to stare at him confused. “Well, it’s not my fault, every time she was serving us drinks her tits were right there, and I don’t know if you noticed but they were beautifully proportioned,” he smiled cheekily.

His friends didn’t reciprocate it.

“The label signed you up for a reality show,” Jin stated bluntly, Namjoon almost thought he heard a record scratch, “why?”

“They think it’s good exposure for you,” the older shrugged, “plus it’s like a retreat, you get to stay in a villa with other people and you play games through the summer to win a cash prize.”

“Will I get to keep the cash prize when I win?” he asked, Yoongi and Hoseok sharing a look of annoyance at their friend’s cockiness.

Namjoon had never really been the cocky type, but once his mixtapes and albums started getting hundreds of thousands of streams, and girls seemed to follow him like bees in search of honey, he’d seemed to have his feet a little too far off the ground, and it got worse once he was signed to the label.

“The label is considering it if you create enough buzz around yourself.”

“Well then, I guess I have my work cut out for me,” he smiled, dimples on full display.

You kept refreshing your email every minute, you needed this opportunity, you needed this. It had been your dream since becoming a makeup artist to open your own salon. You were tired of taking clients in the small living room of your studio apartment.

You had been looking for an investor for months when you finally found one that had been interested in your business. He had arranged an interview with you and had asked for a portfolio of your work, just to see what you offered would be worth what you were asking, everything in the interview suggested it was. You were told to wait about a week for them to get back to you, and now that it had been a couple days after the week mark you were starting to get nervous.

The notification sound of a new email made your heart start to race.

From: Hwang Jongdae

Subject: Investment on 2!3! Beauty Salon

Good morning, miss Yn,

After careful consideration of your proposal, we have unfortunately decided that we will not move forward…

You didn’t need to read the rest of the lengthy email, you slammed your laptop shut, immediately reaching for your phone to call your sister, tears inevitably escaped your eyes as soon as she picked up your call.

“Ynie what’s wrong?” She asked, her face showing immediate concern. You explained the situation to her through sobs and snot.

“I don’t know what to do!”

“You could come out with me and Danbi, we are going to the club tonight, maybe you’ll find some rich drunk guy that will invest in your salon.”

You were apprehensive at first, but in the end here you were, in the middle of a night club making somewhat conversation with some guy who’d long taken off his suit jacket and tie, you weren’t planning on anything, you just wanted to someone to converse with since your sister and her girlfriend had ditched you to go dancing.

It wasn’t your fault you had ended up outside making out. You were just sad and needed some cheering up, making out with a stranger sounded like a quick fix, and maybe you’d get a room somewhere and you could enjoy the brief happiness that came with having a one night stand

“Well, I think, your story could make for great reality TV,” his speech was slightly slurred as he pulled away, a sign that the glass he was somehow still holding was definitely not one of the first ones he’d had tonight, “I’m casting this…um…competition show, you get to spend the summer in a pretty villa with pretty people and play games, you can win a SHIT load of money,” he kept leaning toward you, you had to hold back the urge to puke as his breath reeked of alcohol.

You were interested as soon as he mentioned money, you didn’t care what kind of competition it was, you would do anything to make your dream into reality, even if it meant participating in some stupid TV show and dealing with dumb people.

Namjoon was a bit upset about giving up his phone the night before their first day of shooting, but this retreat was meant to be a place where he could disconnect entirely. Which wasn’t an entirely bad idea, the past few weeks was mainly a lot of paperwork and filming his intro for the show, apparently, he’d be the “first to arrive.”

He was happy to see champagne set up on a hightop table, he served himself a glass and waited, other guys started showing up, and then the girls started showing up as well, and to say he was pleasantly surprised was an understatement, all the women were beautiful and when you walked in?

Namjoon quickly knew that you'd be his target.

He was immediately attracted to you, for a moment he really thought that whoever was up there, if there was anyone, must've put you right there, you were exactly the type he went for when he looked for a quick lay. You were wearing a full body bathing suit, given that the villa was at a beachfront, like shows like these often were. Your hair was down in what he assumed was its natural form, and your make up accentuated your face's features beautifully.

The rest of the girls immediately went to greet you, while the men just stared and spoke amongst themselves about who they liked, it was mostly varied answers. The six girls were the stereotypical body type you’d see in shows like these, although some were definitely on the curvier side, all from different places, the guys were pretty much the same, all well built and mouth-watering.

“Okay so to catch you up to speed…um” one of the girls spoke.

“Yn”

“Right, we have all been scanning the boys and let me tell you, it’s going to be a bloodbath,” she chuckled, as did all the others. She introduced herself as Andrea, and the other girls introduced themselves shortly after.

They walked you over to where the high-tops were, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t notice the way the beautiful dragon-eyed man was devouring you with his gaze, and regardless of your small cover-up skirt and your full body bathing suit, you felt very much naked and aroused. If his gaze alone could do that, what could he do to you?. You had no time to calm your racing heart as he approached, his tall frame towered over you.

“Hey,” his voice sounded like honey, “my name is Namjoon, what’s yours?” he wasn’t subtle at all with the way his eyes trailed up and down your body.

“Yn,” you held your hand out to him “nice to meet you Namjoon,” he took it, bringing your knuckles up to his lips to kiss, you quickly took your hand away.

“What, you don’t like chivalry?”

“You don’t seem like the type to do it genuinely,” you admitted.

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to prove you wrong.”

Your neck was hurting badly, you didn’t realize how close he’d gotten to you, making his stature much more than what you had initially suspected. Namjoon enjoyed the vertical advantage, as it gave him a perfect view to your tits, so beautiful and round, he could feel himself slowly harden, he was ready to tell you to come with him to one of the rooms so you could act upon it, when the host of the show finally showed up.

“Hello guys!” he was a beautiful man as well, did this show only look for good looking people? The producer you’d met said you’d be with pretty people, but this was another level, what a major boost to your ego. “I’m Taehyung, welcome Games in Paradise!” Everyone cheered and clapped as the host gave a pretty boxy smile, “you’ll spend the rest of your summer here, where if you succeed with our challenges, you will win a fantastic prize! Your first challenge will be announced later on by the beach, please explore your home for the next two months and enjoy!” Cheers erupted from the small group again, and everyone dispersed after Taehyung walked away.

And explore you did, the villa was huge, it came fully equipped with everything one could only dream of having. The kitchen was fully stocked with a bunch of fancy appliances for your convenience, the bathrooms were gorgeous and came with both a standing shower and a bathtub, the sleeping area had six queen sized beds and nightstands were full of things to make all the sex everyone was planning on having more enjoyable, from condoms to toys, to lube; a few rooms were locked and you weren’t sure why, but no one really cared, considering everyone starting breaking off into duos and small groups to start enjoying their time there.

(T-4 hours)

Andrea, and yourself were enjoying sun-tanning on the lounge chairs right in front of the pool, your cover-ups long gone as your asses in full display as you laid on your stomach. You were reading a book you had picked out of the villa’s small bookcase, while your newly found friend had her eyes closed.

“So, you and Namjoon huh?” she spoke, you looked up to see her sunglasses down to the tip of her nose as she stared at you suggestively. “He’s hot as fuck, anyone here would stupid not to be turned on by his mere sight,” you shrugged.

“The way he was looking at you I thought he was going to fuck you right then and there!” she giggled. You sighed in response and went back to reading your book, mainly to distract yourself from the godly man you’d met, and the many things you wished he’d do to you, so your wetness wouldn’t ruin your favorite swimsuit.

Namjoon was watching you from far away, two of the guys he’d met on either side of him also watching the girls they so badly wanted. Namjoon would enjoy his time here, whether it was with you, or someone who offered to help with his urges sooner. “Okay,” he stood up from his spot, “y’all can enjoy staring and not touching, I’m going in,” he started walking off when he felt a smack in his ass, surely from Jimin, one of the guys he’d been seating with, and his newest friend.

As he walked down to the lounge chairs he noticed someone else taking your friend away, leaving you alone.

Perfect, no interruptions, he thought.

“Hello again,” greeted you once he was close enough to you, he sat down at the spot your friend was previously laying on, his eyes shamelessly enjoying the view of your ass.

“If we still had our phones I’d tell you to take a picture,” you quipped, Namjoon looked back to your face and found you had been staring at him, he flushed slightly at being caught, but got himself together fairly quickly.

“Can you blame me when you have such a wonderful ass?” he chuckled, his dimples in full display which only made him more attractive in your eyes. The silence wasn’t awkward, but it was definitely filled with tension, you took off your sunglasses, a small smirk on your face “I bet you’d love to fuck it wouldn’t you?”

Namjoon wasn’t expecting such a bold response. He choked on his own saliva and got into a coughing fit as he heard you cackle loudly. When it finally subsided, he noticed you’d left, leaving a water bottle at his feet and a note on the lounge chair you had been seated on not so long ago.

Meet me in the sleeping area ;)

(T- 30 minutes)

There truly was no way of explaining your current predicament. How had you ended up like this so quickly? It was truly all a blur.

All you knew was that you were straddling Namjoon, dry-humping his erection over his swimming trunks, and making out ferociously.

Namjoon felt his dick getting impossibly stiff as you rubbed your pussy against it, your moans swallowed by his lips as he put his tongue down your throat. He played with your tits, massaging one of the mounds with one hand and holding your ass with another. “Can I pull down the straps?” he groaned as you moved to kiss him behind his ear and down his sharp jawline; you managed to muster a pathetic ‘mmhmm’ and you felt your nipples brushing against his chest and then being pinched and rolled between Namjoon’s thumb and index finger.

“Your body is so gorgeous,” he complimented before putting the breast he was playing with in his mouth, making you arch your back and moan as he sucked and licked it to his heart’s content. When he released your breast from his mouth he slowly dragged his hand down to your core, expertly moving your swimsuit aside and using his thumb to rub your already sensitive bundle of nerves, “fuck!” you moaned, he then moved his hand so that his thumb continued to rub your clit as he inserted his finger inside of you, “so wet for me,” he added another, “so tight,” and another “can’t wait to fuck this slick, tight pussy until you can’t walk” his fingers curved deliciously against your walls and you could feel the coil of pleasure tightening inside you.

“Take off your pants,” you managed to plead.

“Hmm?”

“Take off your pants, please, I want to rid-”

“Hello,” a robotic voice interrupted your pleas, scaring you so badly you almost ended up falling off of Namjoons lap. He gently took his fingers out of you and fixed up your swimsuit just in case someone was about to walk in. “Who the fuck is there?!” Namjoon asked sternly, carefully moving you off his lap.

“My name is Lana,” that’s when you finally noticed the small cone on top of a decorative table. “I hope you are enjoying the retreat, please head down to the palapa, it should be next to the place you arrived at today.”

You and Namjoon stared at each other, having a mental conversation on whether you actually wanted to or not, ultimately going back to making out. Namjoon wanted you so badly, and the stupid Lana robot had definitely not made him any harder, but he was sure he’d be back to it once you guys got back in the mood.

“Hurry up, lovebirds.” Lana’s robotic timbre interrupted them yet again, making you fall backwards on the bed “ugh!” You complained, “Let’s go before she becomes more of a buzz kill.”

You sat next to Namjoon, his arm was around your shoulders. You saw Andrea sitting among some of the girls, one of them in particular, Jihee you thought was her name, was throwing daggers at you with her eyes. All you could do was give her a tight-lipped smile, looking away from her as the small cone that had scared you earlier slowly rose up on a platform in the middle of the table.

“Hello, contestants,” her multicolored light blinked as she spoke, “I have gathered information during this first day of the retreat.” Everyone looked at each other, in a very ‘what the fuck’ kind of way because up until she spoke, you had thought her to be a very fancy diffuser, “it has been most insightful.”

“What the fuck does she mean?” Andrea spoke up.

“The purpose of the retreat is to have you create deep, meaningful, emotional connections, instead of the meaningless flings you’ve all been having.”

“So… have platonic relationships with women?” Jimin looked confused, he didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

“To incentivize you not to do this, I have set the prize money to one-hundred thousand dollars.”

‘Oh my god’s’ were spread out through the group, as they all talked about what that amount of money could do for them, you opened up to Namjoon and Andrea who were the people sitting closest to you, “that money could definitely get me my salon!”

“You’re a hairdresser?” Andrea asked.

“Makeup artist, but I’m planning on having a full service salon,” you smiled sweetly, Namjoon found the sparkle in your eye somewhat endearing when you talked about your dream, but, he couldn’t let himself dwell on it for long, he wanted a good lay, not a deep connection, deep connections had only caused him pain.

“However,” Lana interrupted the group’s chatter, “there are conditions to your stay in order to win the prize,” you hoped the collective complaint wasn’t missed on the small cone, although you were sure it was, it was a robot after all.

“There will be no kissing.”

Your eyes widened, as did most of the groups. “Well, she only said kissing right?” Jihee said.

“No heavy petting.”

“This is fucking stupid,” Daniel, one of the guys Namjoon had been hanging out with spoke.

“No sex of any kind, this includes self-gratification,” the chorus of what’s and no’s that broke out from the group were immediate, and you felt regretful, if you had cut to the chase sooner you could’ve gotten a really good dicking from Namjoon, and now you were all going to be blue balled.

Or were you?

(Day 2)

You woke up the next morning comfy, you and Namjoon decided you would share a bed, and his muscular arms held you tightly, and you felt protected in a way. You hadn’t been one for cuddling in a long time, not since your last relationship almost 4 years ago. It had ended quite tumultuously, especially due to its toxic and suffocating nature. It was mainly why you had one night stands, you didn’t have to cuddle if you didn’t want to, you could just leave right after.

You also didn’t miss Namjoon’s morning wood against your ass, no one was awake yet aside from you, so you decided to be a little risky and pretend like you were adjusting yourself, only to rub up on Namjoon’s dick some more. His grip tightened at your hips, you felt his breath against your ear as he groaned.

“You better stop that, or I’ll fuck you just like this,” he whispered, you could feel yourself getting slick at his words, how badly you wanted him follow through. “Don’t you want the money?” you whispered back, doing your best to hold your moans as he grinded against your ass, “Lana is a dumb fucking robot, how will she know?”

Fuck it.

That’s how you ended up with your shorts and underwear halfway down your legs, and with Namjoon’s fingers deep in your pussy, just like last night. You were biting your pillow and doing your best to hold back your moans. “You ready for me baby?”

Best you could do was reach back and touch him, you wanted to keep quiet just in case someone heard you. He slowly teased your entrance with the tip of his cock, you had yet to see it but when it breached you, you could tell he was thick, and as he slowly fed himself into your pussy, it was ten times harder to stay quiet. Yup. He was definitely big.

He fucked you slowly, and he had to hold himself back as well, your pussy felt so good and it almost felt like you sucked him in deeper with every thrust, he wanted to rail you, to make you scream and moan so that everyone knew just how good he fuck you. “You’re taking my cock so well,” he praised you, causing you to clench harder on him, “if you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” you answered, “why don’t you hmm? Maybe I’ll pump full of my cum too, and make you keep it in so no one knows what we did,” he bit your earlobe and you almost moaned out loud. The coil in your stomach snapped, and your back arched from the pleasure the beautiful man behind you was giving you, it wasn’t long before he came as well, and just like he said, you were filled to the brim.

After your morning shower and getting yourself ready, you were out and about with the girls hanging out in the pool, it was a hot, sunny day, and you were having fun hanging out with the gals.

“Were you okay this morning, Yn? I thought I kept hearing moan?” Jihee asked, making the rest of the girls turn to you. You and Namjoon had agreed to not tell anyone about your little escapade this morning. “I was having a really bad nightmare, I’m sorry,” you smiled apologetically.

Jihee didn’t seem to believe you, meanwhile the other girls rushed to ensure you were okay, they kept asking what your nightmare was about, thankfully, before the show you’d have a really bad one, so you used that one for your story, they didn’t know it wasn’t recent. However, you didn’t miss the angry looks from Jihee, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it, as the guys came over to the pool to get you, stating that Lana had called for you all to go to the palapa.

You sat next to Namjoon again, who placed his arm on the armrest behind you. You were staring off, not really setting your eyes on one thing until they landed on his thighs. They were so thick and muscular, you wondered what riding them felt like, perhaps that could be the next thing you and Namjoon sneaked off to do.

“Hello, contestants,” the small cone in the middle of the table spoke, everyone greeted it back. “It has come to my attention someone may have broken the rules,” everyone stared around, except for Namjoon, who was playing with the leftover fabric of the headband you were wearing.

“No one’s done anything Lana,” Jimin stated.

“My cameras picked up movement and audio last night, are you sure?” The girls stared at you so quick you were worried they would break their necks, “Yn? You said you had a bad nightmare last night didn’t you?” Jihee’s voice was laced with cattiness, and you felt a slight tug to your headband.

“My cameras picked Namjoon, speaking also.”

“Her nightmare sounded pretty bad, I was whispering in her ear to calm her down, nothing happened,” the way he lied so effortlessly made you feel weird, and you remembered why you’d been single for so long, you didn’t want to be in another situation where you were gaslighted and lied to.

You were grateful that you had kept your movement so slow and subtle.

“Just a warning, if you are found breaking the rules, depending on what you do, you will lose money.”

All hell broke loose then.

(Day 14)

You had managed to go this far without you or Namjoon making a single sexual move, and it was killing him not being able to plow you like he wanted to. It was good because you weren’t the first to lose the group money, Daniel and Jihee were surprisingly the firsts to do so, Jihee had given head to Daniel twice in one day, losing twelve thousand dollars. Later on, Andrea and Jimin kissed a few times, losing six thousand dollars.

Namjoon thought that building an emotional connection was dumb, he’d done that before, and each time it ended in a heartbreak worse than the last, his most recent relationship being what made him swear off on relationships. The girl he had dated was someone he’d loved, he’d do everything for her, every song was for her, any money made from his music went to both his and her bills, he almost dropped his best friends for her.

And then he found out she’d been cheating on him all along.

It absolutely broke him, he couldn’t understand why he wasn’t good enough, he’d always been a gentleman, he would spoil her, love her, why wasn’t that enough?

He didn’t care anymore, when he had an urge he would go to the clubs, or even after a gig he would pull a fan he found hot and he would fuck them until he was satisfied, leaving shortly after, or if he was craving something more intimate he would cuddle them after for a little while, no deep conversation, no sob stories shared, no number exchange. No strings attached. It was the only way not to get hurt.

You were so nice, such a good fuck. He almost wished you had met a few years before, then again would he have looked your way? He always seemed to be dating women who only wanted him for his money, women who never appreciated the little things. You did. He’d made you coffee this morning, using the keurig in the kitchen because he knew he would burn the villa down if he did it like some of the others were making it. He did it because you had become somewhat friends, sexual tension aside, your conversations were great, even if they were forced at first to distract you both from how badly you wanted the other, maybe he’d leave this with you as a good friend. All the girls cooed at the nice gesture, and Namjoon visibly cringed “it’s just fucking coffee it doesn’t mean anything.”

Oh, how those words hurt you.

You had unfortunately developed a crush for the rapper. He was so incredibly smart, he had such wisdom and insight, and his face card was crazy. You had felt horny the first few days, after your small rendezvous, but that subsided once you had more and more conversations, you really like his brain. However, how you felt didn’t matter, he didn’t want you like that, you were someone he fucked once and that he wants to fuck again, nothing more, nothing less. So, maybe it was a good thing that new players came into the scene.

Lana announced them, and it wasn’t long before you spotted them walking down the beach, two men. Both men were absolutely ripped, one of them had a full sleeve and piercings, making you salivate at the sight, the other didn’t have any tattoos, but he had a somewhat big nose and a beautiful smile. When they arrived they quickly introduced themselves as Christopher and Jungkook. The latter seemed to have immediately set an eye on you as he immediately started conversing with you and tried to get to know you better. You and the others had to explain the rules to the newcomers, they weren’t exactly thrilled, but they got over somewhat quickly.

“Ynie, do you want to go talk somewhere else alone?” the doe-eyed man asked, and how could you say no to that pretty smirk. Namjoon didn’t really like it as he saw you walk away with the younger man.

“You can’t talk to her the way you did this morning and expect her not to move on,” Andrea spoke, Jimin giggled next to her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I don’t care,” he clarified, making your friend roll her eyes.

“Attention, contestants,” Lana’s voice broke through the various conversations, “there will be a special event happening near the garden tomorrow, please go there in the morning.”

“What’s in it for us anyway?” Chris spoke up.

“The person who shows the most progress and success will win a date with a person of their choosing,” now that changes things.

(Day 15)

Without words. That’s what the workshop was called.

Lana had paired all of you up, and you had ended up being paired with Jungkook, whilst Namjoon was paired with Jihee. Namjoon wasn’t one to be possessive of the people he fucked, but it wasn’t that he fucked you before, you were his friend, and Jungkook seemed like he was up to no good, what with the big deceitful doe eyes.

You were excited though, it was a fresh start for you, maybe Jungkook will be able to give you that deep emotional connection you were supposed to look for. You hadn’t wanted it at first, but your growing feelings for Namjoon along with all the workshops you had done so far helped you realize that. This one in particular had two stages, the first one was picking up on your partner’s body language. You had to go for a hug with Jungkook showing a specific emotion, and he would have to guess it later, that emotion was excitement.

Once Lana gave you the go, you ran toward the pretty man and hopped on him, wrapping your legs around him. He quickly caught you, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to hold one of your legs up, you both were so giggly, and everyone in the group could tell you were enjoying each other’s company. Namjoon was hugging Jihee but he wasn’t putting that much effort in it, he was watching you and Jungkook, and the stupid shit eating grin he had whilst you hugged. How badly he wanted to be the one you had your legs wrapped around, he was getting a little upset at how long you were hugging this newcomer for, considering everyone had stopped except for you two.

“We don’t have all day!” Namjoon remarked, his tone was bitter. You didn’t realize you had embraced Jungkook for so long, you had connected a lot during his first day, you talked until the high hours of the night, so you felt good with him, it was easy. You let go and walked back, whispering I’m sorry’s to the group for the hold up. “The next stage is soul gazing, you will stare at your partner in silence, it encourages you to see and connect with your partner on a deeper emotional level,” Lana said.

The silence of everyone was quite comfortable, and watching Jungkook you felt such warmth and kindness emanating from him, and you also saw him tear up a bit. “You have a beautiful soul Ynie,” he admitted, and like the Grinch, you felt your heart grow three sizes from those words. Namjoon, however, was seething, who the hell is guy anyway, why is he making you swoon all the sudden? It was bullshit, absolute bullshit. After the workshop was finally over, Lana announced the winner, you.

“Yn, who do you choose to go on this date with,” the little cone asked, and everyone’s eyes were on you. The expectations were skewed, some were expecting you to pick Namjoon, and some were expecting you to pick Jungkook based on the past two days alone.

“Jungkook,” he had the prettiest smile, “wanna go on this date with me?”

“Yes!” He was very enthusiastic, giving you a quick side hug, the girls rushed to your side to help you get ready.

Namjoon was with the guys as they all watched Jungkook getting ready, he wasn’t very excited about the prospect of you going on a date with someone, he wanted you all for himself to enjoy and he couldn’t have that if you went with Jungkook. He heard Jimin giggling, noticing he’d been staring at him this whole time. “What?”

“Good thing you don’t have laser vision, poor Jungkookie would be dead if you did,” he continued to chuckle.

“I’m not even looking at him.”

“Give me a fucking break hyung, it’s obvious you are jealous of the guy, I mean just today’s workshop alone shows that,” Jimin explained, “if you like Yn you should shoot your shot.”

Did Namjoon like you? I mean he was definitely not repulsed by you, you were a smart, pretty girl. But how would he know you wouldn't use him? Sure you didn't seem like you would but what about when you were out in the real world?

“I'll be back,” Jungkook had a big grin on his face, “wish me luck!”

As Namjoon watched the youngest out of the men walk out, he decided he would get dressed himself, and get his frustration out with the punching bag at their designated workout area. Watching as he met you at the door to the villa. You were wearing a simple gray summer dress and it complimented your skin tone beautifully.

Jungkook was a little confused on why Namjoon was so adamantly upset at him, but he couldn’t worry about him right now, not when he was so excited to see you. You were incredibly nice to him when he arrived, and your conversation had been so wonderful when he’d pulled you aside. You talked about so many things, where you were from, what you did for work, what your goals were.

“I’m a tattoo artist! I’ve drawn most of the pieces I’ve gotten done,” he took off the shirt he was wearing, the white tank top underneath being the only thing keeping you from seeing his abs. His sleeve was beautiful, so incredibly colorful and full of life, he explained most of his tattoos, including the ones that were meant as cover-ups for others. Your eyes got lost in the way his muscles flexed as they trailed up his arm, eventually your gaze ended up meeting his.

He had stars in his eyes, and his smile seemed so incredibly genuine, he cocked his head to the side as he stared at you, “can I ask you something?” you nodded, “do you and Namjoon hyung have something going on? I don’t want to move forward with pursuing you if you are not available,” the question left you a bit stunned and you thought it through before deciding to trust Jungkook with the truth.

“We’ve had some serious sexual tension since we got here,” you admitted, “no one knows this but we actually fucked on our second night here,” the pretty man in front of you deflated a bit, and then it seemed to hit him, “so, not even the weird cone thing knows?”

“I mean she probably knows now,” you chuckled humorlessly. “Anyway, after that we agreed not to tell anyone, and we started building a friendship, I started sort of catching feelings, and I thought he was too, he would do little nice things for me, and then say something mean after,” you sighed, “so I’m not sure about him as person.”

Jungkook was a great listener, he stayed quiet and gave you his undivided attention the entire time you were talking, and now he sat pensive, looking up at the stars as he tried to come up with something to tell you, “I think you are really cool, Yn, and I think you deserve someone who will want you in every way, not just because you’re stunning” you blushed slightly at his words, “I would love to get to know you better and explore something with you, but if you want Namjoon that badly, then I don’t want to get hurt, going after girls who are emotionally unavailable or attached to someone else is exactly why I’ve become a man whore.”

You were shocked at his candor and honesty, but it endeared you to him and made you envy him. Why couldn’t you have your shit together? Why were your boundaries so unclear? Worst of all, a pretty guy who had treated you with nothing but respect wanted you… but your feelings for Namjoon were more, from the small coffee offering to conversations he would have with you about books you both had read, to deep conversations about each other’s life.

“You are a good person Jungkook.”

“But I’m not the kind of person you want.” You gave him a saddened smile, “I’m fine with being your friend Ynie, you are a good person too, and in time Namjoon will realize it too,” the night continued on with so much laughter, Jungkook felt like a long lost friend, and you were happy that life had brought him to you.

Namjoon was not happy. The people in the villa watched as he beat the absolute shit out of the punching bag in front of him, his jaw was clenched, and his mind was playing all the possibilities of what may happen on your date with Jungkook.

Did you do any of the things you'd done with him? Did you kiss him? Did you like him? Will you come back with a stronger connection and leave him to rot?

If you did he wouldn't blame you, he deserves every one of those things, especially after the way he'd treated you, all hot and cold. It truly isn't his fault, so many strings of wrong relationships, with the last one being a constant cycle of toxicity and gaslighting, which Namjoon can now admit he was a part of. Him and his last partner weren't good for each other, but they loved each other so intensely they didn't want to let go.

Love hard, hurt harder, you know?

He heard your unmistakable laughter along with his, and he started punching his bag harder. How long had he been standing here punching this poor bag? He didn't care, currently he was imagining Jungkook’s head on a stake.

“Namjoon?” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts, he turned his gaze toward, whilst still in a punching stance, “can we talk?” Namjoon straightened up at that. He kinda liked the way you were checking how sweaty his body was, he didn't like your sudden frown however.

“Your knuckles are bleeding.”

Were they? Surely he wasn't punching the bag that long that hard. But when he pulled up his hands to look at the damage he couldn't help but cackle.

“I guess they are.”

“Why don't you go take care of them and then we can talk, hmm?” You gave him a tight, close-lipped smile.

Fuck no.

There was no way he was letting you leave after you were the reason he'd been punching this bag, not when he'd spent the last however long wondering, overthinking, what you and Jungkook would possibly be doing. There was simply no way. It was almost a reflex the way his hand wrapped around your wrist, you barely had time to look at him before he pulled you away to a secluded corner of the villa, cornering you against the wall with both of his arms caging you in, droplets of sweat all over his body.

It was crazy, the way your body seemed to respond so quickly to him, he heard the small whimper, and saw how you put your legs together, and fuck sake the way you were looking at him was like you were begging him to…

He wanted to do this right though. He moved away slightly, giving you some space to breathe, “what'd you wanna talk about Yn?”

“My date with Jungkook went well,” okay maybe not what he was expecting.

“Good for you?”

“I think we'll be great friends, him and I,” Namjoon suddenly felt himself taking a deep breath of relief. “Really?” The space he'd given you was gone again.

He hoped you could see just how affected he also was by you, how his own dick was stirring, having your body so close, having you so close. You must’ve sat there staring at each other for a few minutes, Namjoon’s gaze going back and forth between your lips and your eyes, there was so much he wanted to say, so much he wanted to do to you, with you. He leaned in slowly, your height difference making him bend down slightly, your eyes fluttered shut and he stopped just close enough that your noses were brushing together, you were so beautiful. Before you could ask him what was taking him so long he connected your lips in a delicious, passionate kiss, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and your hands held onto his shoulders.

Namjoon was the first to pull away, only to move his kisses down to your jaw and eventually your neck, causing you to let out little moans, they were the prettiest sound to Namjoon. He found himself reaching for the shorts you had worn under your gray dress, “may I take these off?” he asked, his eyes hooded and filled with want, all you could do was let out a pathetically high-pitched ‘yes’. He hooked his thumbs at the waistband, dragging your underwear down with it, he watched them pool at your feet and then knelt down, “is this okay?” you felt his breath against your center, making you squirm slightly.

“Yes.”

He dove right in, licking the length of your slit, groaning at how aroused you were and he had barely done anything to you. He moved on to your clit, wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves and sucking gently, causing your moans to become slightly louder, “you gotta keep quiet for me baby,” he instructed you when he briefly pulled away to catch his breath, the sight of the lower half of his face glistening with your wetness making you almost want to orgasm right then. He started eating you out again, this time adding his fingers to the mix, and you had to cover your mouth to make sure your moans wouldn’t be heard all over the villa. You felt yourself closer and closer to your climax and Namjoon could too, your walls squeezed his fingers tightly almost as if wanting to keep them prisoner, and he wanted nothing more than to replace them with his cock, especially because it was so painfully hard. You wanted that too, you wanted nothing more than for this to go all the way, but you felt that in order for what you wanted to work, things had to be different.

“Namjoon, stop” he immediately moved away from you, gently removing his fingers. You took a moment to catch your breath, as he slowly pulled up your shorts and underwear and fixed your dress for you, “did I hurt you?” he asked, holding your hips, looking genuinely concerned at your sudden request. He had an almost boyish charm when this side of him was shown to you, so sweet, so gentleman-like, why would he not be like this always?

“No, I just,” you sighed, putting your hands on his chest, “I like you Namjoon, I would like for us to try and get to know each other, for us to get the chance to see if this could go anywhere, but I’m not sure if that’s what you want, and I need to know, because I don’t want to be pining for someone that just wants me for sex.”

Your confession surprised him, he hadn’t thought that all your conversations and your sexual tension would lead to anything more than maybe a friends with benefits kind of situation. However, considering how he's been reacting to the possibility of you and Jungkook together, maybe he did want to explore more.

“I'd love to get to know you more Ynie,” he flashed his dimpled smile at you, and you felt your heart fluttering. Jumping into his arms for a hug in which Namjoon made sure to hold you extra tight. Maybe this was the beginning of his healing.

(Day 27)

The rest of the stay at the villa was great for you two, Namjoon was so very thoughtful, he made you fresh coffee every morning, and you guys had a reading date every afternoon, where you shared the big love seat by the pool, laying back on his chest as he held whatever book you were reading in front of both of you.

People weren't too happy once Lana deducted the money for your offense after your date with Jungkook, and they were even more distraught when they found out what shenanigans you'd been up to on your second night there, you had lost them so much money the price money was down to forty-five thousand dollars. Jihee almost jumped you, thankfully Jungkook was there to hold her back. Speaking of, you ended up having another girl show up, a sweet blonde named Maddie who immediately caught Jungkook’s attention. It was great seeing your friend happy. You guys would have chats by the pool when you got a chance and update each other on the happenings of your relationships.

Lana had also been a bit more liberal by giving you all bracelets, when they lit up you’d be allowed to kiss the other person, this would only happen if your emotional connection had been proven to strong and genuine.

Although you and Namjoon were still very much in the eyes of everyone, “getting to know each other,” that would all change three days before you left the villa. You honestly had no clue when he had the time, but when Lana announced you were going on a date with Namjoon, everyone seemed to be beaming at the idea. He told you to dress nice. So you opted for a two-piece white set, with a loose halter top, white loose shorts, and wedges. Turns out you were going on a boat ride.

“Oh my god Joon,” you beamed as he helped you sit down at the front of the boat, where an assortment of sushi was waiting for you. You sailed along, enjoying the sun on your skin, and the beautiful man that kept feeding you sushi, especially since even if he tried to show you how to use chopsticks you still couldn’t keep the sushi in your grasp for long. You talked some more about life, and you ended up opening up to one another.

“My last relationship was like, three years ago,” he started, “she basically only wanted me for my money, but I didn’t really notice, I just wanted to love and be loved, and I thought that I was being good, I spoiled her, gave her everything and she still cheated on me, so I swore off relationships and became a man-whore,” he chuckled bitterly. “My last relationship was four years ago, it was very toxic, he basically made me feel bad for not always wanting to be on his dick, or because I spent time with my friends and not him, he went around telling everyone our business but always left out how awful he was to me.” You had been staring at the horizon, the sun slowly setting bringing golden hour to you.

“Eventually when we broke up, he tried getting back together with me, and when I said no, he started shit-talking my friends and myself, and all I could do was watch as they got tired of dealing with me and my drama, so now I only had my sister to rely on,” you felt Namjoon’s hand on your cheek, he watched with sorrowful expression, “you were crying.”

“I swore off relationships after that too, I have never felt more alone than during that time, and I didn’t want to feel like that again.”

“I know at first I didn’t do the best job at not making you feel that way, but I hope I can help you feel less lonely,” Namjoon said, still caressing your cheeks, you felt your wrist vibrate, seeing the big green checkmark on your watch, Namjoon had the same. You were ready to lean in to kiss him, but he stopped you.

“Before we kiss,” he started, “getting to know you has been amazing, I find myself learning some much about myself and slowly coming back to who I was before all the bullshit. I want us to be real, I want to go back to the real world and make it work with you, would you be my girlfriend Ynie?” Your cheeks hurt from how wide you were smiling, you never really thought of yourself getting back into a relationship, you had sworn you were too damaged for something like that, but maybe this was the start to your healing. “I want to make it work in the real world too, I’d love to be your girlfriend,” his dimpled smile gave you butterflies, and as his other hand reached your cheek to fully cup your face, he closed the space between you with a kiss that had been different from the ones before, the others were hungry, desperate, and horny, this one was slow, passionate, and breath-taking. You felt your wrist vibrate again, making you pull away much to your dismay.

“I’m excited for the outside world together,” his gaze was sweet and soft, something you had never seen. He laid back, opening his arms up so you could cuddle.

“Me too,” you smiled, quickly moving your picnic stuff out of the way and scooting over, you laid your head on his chest, you heard his heart beating so fast and so loud, “your heart is about to beat out of your chest,” you giggled.

“I was so fucking nervous,” you looked up at him, “but I am happy I think, hopefully we’ll make it through.”

Fingers crossed.

#bts fanfic #bts #bts au #kim namjoon #namjoon au #namjoon x reader #bts smut #namjoon smut

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turbo-tsundere · 2 months ago

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Content warning for gore, blood, burns & body horror.

A king with no crown and a holy fool.

(The element of venom/poison, stabbing/puncture wounds and destruction of a whole body is present in both of their deaths. Kokichi's pristine white clothes also end up being shoved down the toilet, and the poison made it difficult for him to breathe, so there's plausible callback to Miu also. Karma at its finest?)

If I could be the devil, you could be the sinner.

(Don't mind them, they're just spilling their guts)

(...)

(Concepts for scenes from a Gonta-centric survival horror game I'll never make. But it was fun to daydream about - maybe one day I'll finish other sketches and doodles relating to it into a more presentable state. The Cat Lady OST was playing on constant repeat while I drew this - Lily of the Valley, Don't Follow the Light, String, Plainwalker, Early Winter, Storytelling, Susan's Blue Sheep (alone again) - those in particular are now stuck in my brain when I look at those drawings, and what I imagine the "game's" mood to be like, at least the opening segment.)

(I felt both heartbroken and like a monster when drawing this one... But I wanted to draw something that doesn't conveniently erase nor tuck his mangled, swollen face away from view. Sure... in game it looks goofy. But I think mockingly disfiguring him was the point in all of this, too. And given the venom, the Schmidt pain index, how it rates some wasp species, the fact that those robot wasps could be packed with anything necessary really... it had to be awful. Really, every stage of Gonta's execution was excruciating and enough to kill a person on its own, but due to his strength he likely suffered through them all. I remember begging in my head he was at least spared the flame, that he was already gone by this point... But it's foolish to pretend it definitely was the case.)

I wanted to post something new, but I was either busy, ill, or focused on something else, so another sketchdump with oldies and wips it is. This time strictly 2020-21 stuff, drawn during the first few months after finishing the game; mostly to process the post-game/Ch4 sorrows. All very emotionally raw, very edgy stuff that I felt, to be honest, too shy to show before.

Like with any wip I posted before, I do hope to finish some of them properly one day, even though I don't know when. But that's fine, I've signed up for a very long ride with the bug man. Taking it easy is the priority.

Speaking of long-term projects, maybe there's no need to, but I do want to talk about my Gonta fancomic, so here goes.

It's a bit long, so I will continue under the cut.

(Some panel teasers first! ...Gonta sanity fine.)

I took a few months long break from personal drawings - an *actual* break, not just sitting in front of a screen, tired, stewing in guilt that I'm tired, and that I can't magically muscle through burnout, or headache, or exhaustion.

My brain was stuck in a loop of berating myself for underperforming, not doing well enough, for taking so long on "mere" 27 pages, when in the past I could finish a 90-page webcomic chapter much faster. I wouldn't let myself rest, because I didn't do enough; but I couldn't do enough, because I didn't allow myself to rest. And it's been going on for months and months.

What a stupid, unconstructive thing to do to myself. I was only spiralling down, intimidating and overwhelming myself with work on the one thing I specifically wanted to keep doing out of joy, not ambition and pedantism. So I decided to just say "fuck it" and stop for a while. Like, actually stop, do something else and try to feel unapologetic about it.

So I briefly took up sewing, a creative activity I had no personal stake in, and then I started PVP-ing in DS3 (sorry if I happened to kick your butt in there. Rest assured my butt gets kicked just as much), which did wonders, too, as non-artistic pastime.

And, in the end, it seems it worked.

I finally feel this internal drive to draw again. Sadly, I can't spend all of my free time on the doujin (I might need to open commissions soon), so my pacing will still be glacial... But there was an internal change from "I have to, I have to, I must..." back to "I want to". And this is all that matters.

Still, that makes me think... while technically I don't have deadlines, the comic has taken so much longer than I thought it would - and it will take a while still. Thus, I wonder if I shouldn't change my approach re publishing it.

The initial idea was to post it all at once when it's fully finished, but I debate releasing it one page at a time instead, while it's still work in progress.

Thing is, I don't think it would be good for overall pacing. I don't want to sacrifice it, plus I can't guarantee regular uploads, esp since I don't exactly work on the pages in chronological order (While the first page is done, it was drawn after I finished a few in the middle & at the end; and there are still a few important pages/panels in first half I'm a bit too afraid of touching just yet, wanting to do them justice. This is how I work in general, jumping around rather than sticking to overly strict linear order.)

The compromise would be to post like 3-5 pages per post, making it so each upload covers a specific scene, however, same issue arises - I can't promise regular uploads. In the end it feels like a half-measure. But maybe it's a good idea, despite that impression?

There's a secret option, too - if this takes absurdly long, my plan was to just post the storyboard, after replacing some panels/pages with already finished drawings. The thing is readable as is, and long finished on that front anyway. My personal deadline for that was "right before my current lease ends", but, well… I plan on extending it anyway, and again... it's just a back-up option for when everything else fails. In the end, I just want to finish the comic, and present it how it's meant to be presented, however long it will take.

All those things considered, I'll stick to the original plan for now... and then we shall see. I simply wanted to share where things stand currently, and where they might go.

And that's it! If you've read this far, thank you. See you in the undetermined future.

#gonta gokuhara #gokuhara gonta #oukichi koma #ouma kokichi #danganronpa #v3 #ouchgoku #ndrv3 #ndrv3 spoilers #cw gore #cw blood #cw body horror #cw burns #cw fire #cw injury #cw bug bite #my art #2020-2021 stuff #and also some doujin teasers under the cut #wip #Gonta suffers compilation #with a smidge of music references from my edgy ougoku playlist bc I can't help myself #I need to publish smth happy with Gonta before December ends I ain't gonna end this year on such note for this poor bug boi #even if I have to dig through my old wips again #angst is overrated I need him happy!#as for the doujin #maybe if I don't finish it within a year then i will fall back to the 'just post storyboard' plan or one of the two other options #but I hope it won't take so long - when I work on it it actually goes swiftly but I'm forced to put it away for long periods of time #(In all honesty what I need the most to stay creatively motivated is not inspiration but some stability in life...)

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concreteangel92 · 3 months ago

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Thou Shalt Not Kill - Chapter 10

Pairing: AU - Noah Sebastian x female detective reader

18+

Summery: Reader is a detective and is assigned to a murder case which she soon connects with previous killings and figures out the religious affiliation, proving there is a new serial killer within the city. Reader soon becomes obsessed with the killers mind and methods and won’t rest until she figures out who the killer is. All while she gets used to working with her new partner on the case, detective Noah Davis.

Warnings: talks of death, talks of murder/killings, use of religion, stockholm syndrome, smut, PiV, choking, fingering, dom/sub relationship, bad language (I think that’s it!)

Right here we go, after 5 weeks I’ve finally finished this chapter, it’s a fairly long one but I hope it’s worth the wait!! As always I’d love to hear your thoughts and I hope you all enjoy and I promise it won’t be as long of a wait for chapter 11 🖤

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Noah didn’t return until the next day after the kiss you’d shared.

When he came through the door that morning carrying a tray with your breakfast on it, you felt as though you were an awkward teenager seeing their crush again after an embarrassing blunder. It was stupid, it shouldn’t have happened, it was wrong…wasn’t it?

“He’s been nothing but the perfect gentleman to me, maybe he does genuinely care? Maybe we can find a way out of this”

Your thoughts were all over the place, your mind was racing a thousand miles per hour. Why do you care?

“I don’t care…Noah is a criminal and it’s my job to catch the bad guys…but…is he really the bad guy or just a victim himself?”

You ran your fingers through your hair, untangling some of the knots that had formed in your sleep, you chewed on your lip in an anxious attempt to make sense of everything.

“You still with us detective?”

You glanced up and saw the amused smirk he wore on his face as he set the tray down on the bed next to you before he sat himself on the edge of the mattress.

“Deep in thought are we?”

Your cheeks flushed pink as you looked away from him, clearly being caught with your inner turmoil.

“No”

Your abrupt response pulling a low chuckle from his chest.

“Sure? Then why do you resemble a blushing school girl right now?”

Noah had leant his body towards yours, his smirk only growing bigger as he looked down at you.

“I’m not!”

“Is this about last night? No need to be embarrassed about that”

You shook your head, your cheeks feeling even warmer than before as you avoided his gaze.

“That was a mistake”

“Was it?”

You looked back at Noah while nodding your head.

“Yes, it shouldn’t have happened”

You could see the amusement in his eyes.

“Really? If I recall you didn’t pull away detective, you actually initiated the first move”

“He’s not wrong, I was touching his neck tattoo, who does that?”

“I think you’re just afraid”

You sat up straight and glared at him.

“I’m not frightened of you!”

Noah chuckled, his whole body language signalling he was relaxed and at ease.

“Frightened of your feelings for me detective. Why? What is it that’s so difficult for you to come to terms with?”

His eyes softened, like he was genuinely curious for your answer, like he actually cared.

“You’re a sadistic murderer, what more needs to be said?”

Noah shrugged in jest. “I prefer the term…artistic killer. Besides, those people had it coming, the world will lose no sleep over them”

A shiver ran down your spine, he truly has no remorse for his actions, he was proud of what he’s accomplished.

“My point”

“But you are attracted to me, you can’t deny that. I understand you detective, more than anyone else ever could, I see so much potential in you, would letting yourself go really be so terrible?”

You felt your brows knit together in confusion at his wording.

“Let go to what?”

Noah leant in closer, you could feel his warm breath ghosting your face as he spoke.

“Letting go to me, to this, to who you are meant to be. You have something special within you, I can see it and I can help you reach your full potential that everyone else has been holding you back from”

His words washed over you like tidal wave, the passion in his voice was evident.

“I…I don’t understand”

Noah’s lips hovered over yours, his eyes becoming half lidded as he scanned your face.

“You will angel, I promise”

Almost against your will, you felt yourself leaning forward….for Noah to pull back leaving the air cold around you and he got up and walked out of the room, the locks echoing in your ears.

••••••

The next few days went in its normal routine, Noah would bring you food and your clean clothes, he’d disappear during the day which you assumed was him going to work. He’d then return in the early evening to sit with you and talk over dinner, he’d even started reading some chapters of the book you were reading with you.

It was a strange dynamic, in these moments it was easy to see him as the friend and the source of comfort he had become. He gave you stimulation when you thought you were going insane and the companionship when you felt lonely.

This routine was something you were getting very used to, so you noticed straight away when he started to act different.

Noah would start to turn up a bit later than normal or he wouldn’t stay long once you’d eaten, claiming he had work to do but never elaborating on what.

This new behaviour had been going on for 3 days now, you wracked your brain to try and figure out what he was up to but you really had nothing to go on.

Today however you decided you were going to ask him.

You were both sitting on the bed as normal and Noah had been reading from your book aloud until you interrupted him.

“What have you been doing each night?”

Noah stopped reading and turned his attention to you.

“You’ll have to be a bit more specific angel, what am I doing here? What am I doing when I’m alone?”

You didn’t miss the innuendo on the latter which you chose to ignore.

“No. Why do you leave early or not turn up until later? Is it something to do with work?”

Noah closed the book and placed it on the table before he turned his body towards you.

“It’s nothing to do with the station if that’s what you were thinking. I’m just….sorting out something very…special”

“What do you mean special?”

You leant forward, his words intriguing your curiosity.

“Well that would be telling now wouldn’t it?” Noah lifted his hand slightly and ran his fingers across the back of yours, your skin tingling under his touch. “But I can say that it’s something very special for you”

“For me?”

He nodded and the same hand that had been tracing patterns on yours, came up and made its way into your hair, tucking it behind your ear.

“It’s something I’ve had planned for you for a while angel, and the time is nearly right for you to have it”

Confusion wracked your mind as you tried to think of what it could be.

“Like a gift?”

“Yes like a gift. Something that I know you deserve and I’m just waiting for the right moment”

The feeling of his hand in your hair was almost soothing, he’d definitely picked up on the fact that it relaxed you and he’d started doing it every so often, normally if you were reading together or when you were discussing something and it was almost like he done it automatically now, like it brought him the same comfort.

“Why can’t you tell me now? Why are you getting me a gift?”

Noah simply smiled. “Because you deserve it angel”

•••••

The sound of his boots coming down the stairs perked you up, sitting yourself up and moving over to swing your legs off the bed, you waited.

Time had gone out of the window these days, you could only guess based on the light, or lack of, coming through the small window above. It was dark out at the moment, Noah was extremely late tonight and that was very unusual for him so you were very curious as to where he had been.

You heard the locks turning and the door swung open to reveal Noah stood there, what you wasn’t expecting was his face being covered by his black ski mask and gloves on his hands.

“Noah?”

Noah seemed to ignore your shock and almost appeared to skip into the room, if a man of his size was capable of doing that in such a way, clearly very pleased with himself this evening as he pulled the mask from his head, his hair falling straight back into place.

“I have good news angel, I’ll be able to give you your gift very soon”

The smile he wore was similar to a kid at Christmas, whatever he was planning, he was obviously excited about.

“And do I get any clues as to what this gift may be?”

Noah came and sat down beside you, taking his gloves off as he did and you felt the movement bouncing you up slightly.

“And ruin the surprise, no. But I have everything I need to get it for you”

“I’m not really a fan of surprises”

Your hands fiddled with the hem of your shirt, the thought of Noah being this excited had you nervous.

“What is going to happen to me Noah? You can’t keep me locked down here forever right?”

Noah’s hand reached into yours and laced your fingers together.

“I don’t intend to. I told you, I have plans for you”

“And what are these plans? I’ve been down here for god knows how long and nothing! What is it that you want from me?!”

Once again, Noah brought his hand up and he caressed your cheek.

“I know it’s been hard. Believe me, I take no pleasure in seeing you distressed, but I’m here for you, have I not been very kind to you under the circumstances?”

You thought about everything he had done for you, bringing you food and water, bringing you clean clothes and even items from your flat to keep your mind occupied. You thought about all the evenings he’s sat with you and you’ve chatted, probably more than what you should have. Over the weeks you’d told him about most of your life, the highs and lows, he knew your likes and dislikes and your goals for the future. In return he’d opened up to you, at least as much as he was willing to tell.

In some ways he’d been the perfect gentleman, a good friend even.

“You have….I just don’t understand what it is that you want?”

“You. Just you angel, that’s all I want”

You felt tears form in your eyes, you couldn’t deny that you had feelings for him, you’d had them for a while now, long before you were stuck down here and hearing his words made your heart feel heavy.

“And all I wanted was you”

The hand on your cheek slipped behind your head and onto your neck as he brought his head forward.

“Then you can have me”

Noah pressed his lips onto yours softy, almost like he was worried he’d frighten you off, you didn’t pull away, instead you leaned into him more.

Noah detached his lips briefly and rested his forehead against yours.

“Tell me that this is what you want angel”

You stared into eyes and only saw your friend, your partner looking back at you and in that moment, you decided to let yourself go.

“I want you Noah”

The words came out as barely a whisper but that was all Noah needed to hear before he kissed you again, this time moving his body over to yours and holding your head in his hands.

The kiss soon started to become more dominant on his part as he started to deepen it, his tongue slipping into your mouth to run it along yours as his hands started to undress you.

You knew it was wrong, every fibre of your being knew that this was wrong, but as each article of clothing was removed and you felt his hands causing a fire to ignite over your skin, you simply didn’t care, you wanted to be his.

Before you knew it, you had been stripped bare and was straddling his legs, pressing yourself down onto his lap as you wrapped your arms around his neck as you continued to kiss him.

You pulled back and lifted his shirt away from his body and rolled your hips over his, causing your eyes to close as the beautiful friction it created. Noah certainly enjoying the view.

“Feeling a bit needy are we?”

His arrogant smirk he wore only turning you on more, he was so cocky, so confident within himself and you couldn’t help but want to submit to him.

You nodded your head, your voice lost, all you could think about was how your pussy was aching for him.

“Want me to help you baby?”

You nodded again and went to kiss him again but he put a finger to your lips and stopped you, you felt that same hand go down and he wrapped it around your throat, squeezing just enough to start blocking your airway.

This should have frightened you, he’d killed so many people with these hands, but that thought only made your pussy clench more for him.

Noah reached his other hand down and ran his fingers across your outer lips, very carefully circling around where you wanted him the most before he slid one of his fingers in, the feeling of your walls finally being able to grip onto something had you crying out.

“Look at me, eyes on me”

You looked into his dark eyes, they were completely blown out as he stared at you, studying every expression on your face as he started to move his finger inside you.

“You’re so wet angel, does it turn you on knowing what these hands have done? What I could do to you?”

Every part of you wanted to respond with a sassy comeback but hearing his deep voice whispering those words, your body answered for you as your walls clenched down on him harder causing Noah to have a wicked grin.

“Oh that’s definitely a yes, that’s my dirty girl”

Your hips started to move with his hand and you gripped onto his arm for support as he tightened his hold on your throat, the lack of air was making your head spin deliciously.

“Who do you belong to?”

Noah slipped a second finger inside and his pace quickened, your stomach started to twist and contract as your high started to build.

“Yo..you, fuck I belong to you!”

You choked out the words, you felt the need to close your eyes as you felt your thighs start to shake involuntarily.

“I said, eye on me!”

Your eyes snapped back open, your grip on his arms was no doubt leaving nail marks in his skin.

“You do belong to me, every part of you is mine”

You could feel your orgasm approaching, you couldn’t stop the moans as your body felt like it was wound so tight, you just needed something more, something Noah knew as he reached his thumb up and started to run circles over your clit as his fingers still kept their pace.

“Come on beautiful, make a mess over me”

And you did, it wracked through your body as your orgasm washed over you in waves, Noah’s hand not leaving your throat completely but he loosened his grip to allow you to breathe again as you shook in his arms.

Once you started to come down, you pushed his hand away from your core as you felt how sensitive you’d become.

Noah simply slipped his fingers out and brought them to your mouth.

“Open”

You immediately opened your mouth as he made you clean yourself off his fingers as you sucked on them.

You relaxed into his lap and could feel how hard he was underneath you, that feeling only making you needy for him.

“You look heavenly when you cum angel, I don’t know how I’m got so lucky”

You blushed but didn’t miss the irony of his words, a small smile forming on your lips as you leant forward to kiss him.

Noah returned it before he started to manoeuvre your body back onto the bed.

“Now be a good girl and get on your hands and knees, ass up for me”

You let your body fall to the mattress as you lifted your hips into the air, making sure to arch your back, hearing his groan of approval as you heard him strip himself of the rest of his clothes.

“Mine. You’re all mine”

You nodded your head as you pressed your cheek into the mattress as you felt his hands on your hip and the head of his cock line up with your entrance, he moved his hand up and spread your cheeks apart as he slid himself in.

The feeling of how full you felt was mind numbing, he was so big and you could feel every inch of him in this position, you gripped the sheets as you moaned loudly, matching Noah who’s fingers had dug themselves into the flesh of your ass.

“Shit….you were fucking made for me”

Noah wasted no time in pulling his hips back and slamming them into yours, his thrusts were hard and deep, his hands pulling your hips up even higher.

It was hard and fast but it felt absolutely incredible, Noah wasn’t shy about letting himself be heard, he was gripping you so hard you knew you’d have bruises the next day but you loved it.

The sound of skin on skin and your own wetness filled the room, you cried out his name as you silently asked him for more.

“Touch yourself for me, make yourself cum”

You knew you wouldn’t last long, you could feel your orgasm approaching, so you reached your own hand down and started to stimulate your over sensitive clit, the added pressure, along with his unrelenting pace was enough to have you screaming as you felt your second orgasm hit you, your eyes squeezed shut and your toes curled as you allowed yourself to fall.

Noah’s thrusts became more erratic as he let out an animalistic growl as you felt hot ropes of cum paint your walls.

Your body went limp on the mattress as Noah held his weight off of you but still fell onto your back, his breath warm on your shoulder.

He kissed the skin under him before he slipped himself out, the empty feeling almost making you feel cold as he collapsed next to you.

As you rolled over to face him, he looked so relaxed, like all the tension had left his body and in that moment, it was so easy to forget who he truly was.

Noah opened his eyes and looked over to you as he reached his arm out to pull you closer and gave you a very gentle kiss on your forehead.

You knew you were truly a goner, you knew you were his.

Chapter 11

#noah sebastian #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #noah sebastian davis #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian fanfiction #thou shalt not kill #noah bad omens #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian smut #concreteangel92

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mrs-bucky-barnes106 · 2 years ago

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☆｡.:*･ﾟ Sweet Nothings ｡.:*･ﾟ☆

pairing: tfatws!bucky x baker!reader

warning: fluff, multiple mentions of cake, mentions of Bucky with children

a/n: Ahhh I had this idea before going to bed and literally stayed up two hours working on it. I finished it this morning, and I've gotta stay I'm proud of my commitment because I usually take at least a month to finish a fanfiction. Hopefully, there's more where this came from. P.S. I'm not a baker, so I'm sorry if I fudged any details. Feedback is always appreciated but please be kind. Likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated but no reposting without credit <3

word count: 1.6k

summary: Reader is a baker and Bucky gets a cake from her to take to Sam's picnic party on the docks (scene from tfatws).

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The bell jingled as Bucky entered Sweet Nothings, the bakery you had started from the ground up. He was instantly enveloped by the sweet scent of baked goods from the array of desserts neatly displayed in the glass case by the counter. Underneath the sugar, he smelled the new chai latte you had just added to the menu. It had been an instant hit, totally trumping the one at Starbucks that everyone raved about. Chai had been a nostalgic drink for you and a completely new one for Bucky. He now had an affinity for it, however, and asked for it every time he entered the shop after you made him the first honorary taste tester of the drink. Now, the shop was bustling since it was happy hour.

Soft music played in the background. Bucky recognized the voice of Taylor Swift, one of your favorite artists. She was one of Bucky's favorites now too. You had impeccable taste, and any song you loved became his favorite. The album that was currently playing was Midnights, the one you had told Bucky he was most like. He loved that about you, how you would associate things like albums and songs with him. It made his heart swell, knowing you thought about him in relation to music, which had a special place in your heart.

You were nowhere in sight, so he assumed you were in the back checking on your bread dough. Bucky approached the barrier that led to the backroom for employees and pushed the door open, hoping to surprise you while you were working. Once he entered, he found you bent over your proving drawer, checking on a fluffy batch of bread dough. He tiptoed up to you and grabbed your waist, lifting you off your feet and causing you to let out a yelp of surprise. Bucky spun you around, chuckling at your reaction (what did he expect when he literally attacked you with a bear hug from behind?).

Finally, he set you down on your feet and spun you around to face him. His eyes were crinkled with laugh lines as he took in your disheveled form. Your hair was in a low messy bun with a few strands astray in the front. You donned a cream-colored beret and a blue long-sleeve over which you had on your cheeky apron that read "Kiss the Cook." It was, of course, gifted to you by none other than your doting boyfriend. A light dusting of flour over your entire being gave you an angelic glow. In Bucky's eyes, you looked more heavenly than all of the desserts in your shop combined.

You blew your hair out of your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest before attempting to glare at Bucky. You didn't last long, however, as his sheepish grin caused you to look down, so he wouldn’t catch you smiling.

“You shouldn’t sneak up on me,” you admonished him half-heartedly. “Bakers can be dangerous when startled, you know.”

“Sure, doll,” Bucky still had on that cheeky grin. “I don’t know about dangerous, though. Former assassin here, remember?” He pointed at himself with his index fingers as if you didn't already know. "I think I can handle a blow from a rolling pin." He picked up the nearest tool his hand landed on, which, unfortunately for him, was a basting brush, making his joke fall flat. He sheepishly put the brush away as you tried not to laugh.

You gave him a warning look before turning your back to him and smiling wide. You may pretend to be annoyed by his antics, but they truly brought joy to your heart and brightened up your bland days. You loved your job, but you loved your man most of all.

“I’ve got the cake ready for Sam’s. Just gotta put the finishing touches on it. Did you bring the Oreos, baby boy?”

You turned around to find his face in yours. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve found it incredibly infuriating. But with Bucky, it left you blushing to your core.

He wrapped his arms around you and held up the blue plastic box. “Right here, sweetheart.”

It was a generic nickname that every single boyfriend in the history of the world had called his girlfriend at some point. But somehow, it was almost erotic coming from his plush pink lips with that deep timbre. You sometimes wondered if Bucky knew the effect he had on you.

“Thank you,” was all you trusted yourself to say as you took the box of cookies from him and started peeling off the plastic cover. You moved away from him and carefully placed six cookies on the cake, one on each of the iced rosettes on the border.

“Alright, Buck, I think it’s ready for the party. Lemme just get a box for it, and we’ll be on our way.”

Bucky smiled as he watched you tenderly place the plastic casing on the cake as if it was your baby. In a way, it was, along with all of your other creations.

“Alrighty then, doll,” Bucky grabbed the cake in his gloved flesh hand, then put his metal arm around your shoulders, pulling you in to plant a kiss on your temple. “Thank you so much for making this, baby cakes.”

You turned pink hearing him use your favorite nickname of all time. “Oh, it’s nothing,” you mumbled bashfully, suddenly shy again in the crook of his arm.

“It’s a Sweet Nothing, which means it’s the opposite of nothing. Doll, this cake is quite literally everything to me.”

“Buckyyy,” you playfully swatted him away. Sure, you were proud of your work, but you still got flustered when people complimented you, especially your boyfriend, who took every chance to make you feel like you were the biggest star in his world.

You eased yourself out of his embrace momentarily to hunt down your assistant. “Lemme just tell Nico to take over the closing shift tonight.”

Bucky nodded and waited patiently by the door for you to rejoin him. You returned and looped your arm around his waist to steer him out of your shop.

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Bucky drove the both of you from the bakery to the docks in his pickup. You held the cake securely in your lap with your right hand and entwined your left with Bucky's. When you arrived, you let go of his hand and moved to open the door, but Bucky reached over you to close it again. Then he climbed out of the truck and rushed to open your door.

"M'lady," you rolled your eyes at him but couldn't help smiling as he took the cake from you so you could climb out of the car. He shut your door behind you, then took off with the cake balanced precariously in his flesh hand.

"Bucky! Be careful!" Your cries were drowned out by Sam's nephews, who were happily trailing Bucky at the sight of the cake. They tried play-fighting with him, pretending to punch him in the face, to which Bucky pretended to stagger backward from the force of impact.

You sighed and let the corners of your mouth lift as you watched your lover boy, totally enamored by his way with children.

Bucky ran to the nearest picnic table and finally placed the cake down safely. You let out a breath of relief you didn't realize you had been holding in and walked over to him.

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Bucky returned to entertaining the kids a little while after everyone had eaten. He stood atop a picnic table, talking to you and Sarah with his metal arm extended out. Sam's nephew and his friend hung off of Bucky's arm. You were trying your hardest to concentrate on what he told you about his days in the Navy, but you couldn't help giggling softly at the sight of him effortlessly holding up two children using only one of his arms.

When you could finally steal a moment alone with him, you handed him a beer and tugged his arm to lead him to the pier's edge. You plopped down and let your feet dangle, the bottoms of your boots grazing the water's surface. After a moment, Bucky crouched down to join you. He scooted closer so his thigh was pressed up against yours. He put his arm around you, and you sighed softly, leaning into his shoulder and staring at the setting sun. Nose pressed against Bucky's shoulder, you inhaled, reveling in the warm scent of freshly-cut pine and the sweet undertones of amber and musky vanilla.

You leaned up to wrap your arms around his shoulder, suddenly needing to be closer to him than you already were. He seemed to understand and gently twisted to the side, snaking one arm around your lower back and using the other to bring your legs into his lap. You moved in to kiss him tenderly. Your hands were in his hair, his hands were on your hips, and everything felt perfect at that moment. You could still taste the Oreo cake on his breath, and you broke away from the kiss slowly, smiling all the while. Bucky returned your smile warmly as you turned to look at the sunset.

Bucky watched it paint your face the most gorgeous shade of pink and thanked his lucky stars at that moment. Somehow, life had brought you to him. He had never thought of himself as fortunate, but he was ecstatic now that you were in his arms, and he damn sure was never going to let go of this beautiful thing he had with you. He pressed his lips to your forehead and tightened his hold on you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

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mota-fanart-gallery · 11 days ago

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Dear Mota Fandom,

I'm happy to announce the opening of our indexed archive of fanart created in the Masters of the Air fandom. In the Mota Fanart Gallery, you can search for art by character, genre, ship and several other categories (see Navigation).

I'm currently hard at work indexing art, but I've already compiled a long queue. Therefore, you can expect regular posts as the gallery expands. Please feel free to recommend or submit art too. In case of any questions or correction requests, you can also send an ask. Please note that I'm not an artist.

Finally, I would like to say special thanks to @carnevol who encouraged me to create this blog and who made the beautiful, nostalgic blog header, the blog icon and the lovely gif of Gale you can see in the Navigation post.

Thank you, and I hope you'll enjoy browsing the gallery,

The Curator

#mota #masters of the air #mota fanart #masters of the air fanart #announcement

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piracytheorist · 2 years ago

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A few notes on trigger discipline, with examples from Spy x Family

One of the first things you learn when learning how to use a gun is that you absolutely do NOT put your finger on the trigger unless you're 100% ready and willing to shoot (and deal with whatever the consequences may be).

Accidental fire is extremely easy to occur. If your finger is touching the trigger, a simple spasm of the hand, a sudden sound or movement in the environment, or jostling from moving can cause the finger to pull the trigger. If you haven't aimed correctly at something that you want to shoot at, you'll very likely shoot something you don't want to shoot, including your own body parts. That's not even counting the fact that you may not properly control the recoil.

So normally, you need to train your discipline so that your first instinct when picking up a gun - especially during a stressful moment - will be for the finger to not go on the trigger until the gun is properly aimed at who/what you want to shoot.

I only trained with air guns some years ago, but discipline was still important; you wrap your hand around the handle with the index finger away from the trigger, make sure you have a good grip on it, raise the gun from the counter, aim, align the sights, and then you put the finger on the trigger and shoot. The one (1) time I accidentally put my finger on it before raising the gun, I shot at the wall while raising it and got a very angry look from my instructor. I was lucky that's all I got.

Since then, I've been noticing trigger discipline in media, and a lot of those get it very wrong.

To his big credit, Tatsuya Endo gets it right.

Twilight's finger is resting parallel to the barrel of the gun, away from the trigger. While this entire pose is more artistic than realistic, it was still important to Endo to portray correct discipline. You don't do that if you don't know about it.

Similarly with Nightfall in the cover of the sixth volume.

Again, artistic, not realistic pose. Still correct discipline.

More examples of artistic depictions with correct discipline:

And then! An action pose!

Twilight has a clear ready-to-shoot pose; he has a target, so finger goes on the trigger. (Normally the gun should be a little higher so he can properly align the sights but he's TwilightTM so I give it a pass)

Even Bondman has good discipline!

Seeing correct discipline in those pictures piques my interest a lot, because it shows that the artist is consciously choosing when he'll show a finger on a trigger, making such a moment more impactful.

Twilight aims his gun right on Edgar's head, his finger on the trigger. Again, you don't put your finger on the trigger unless you're about to shoot. If you're only threatening someone, it should still be off because one single unintentional fire can kill your target when you didn't mean to. Now, I can suspend my disbelief and say Twilight has super duper control over his body to the point of not being jostled or his hand not spasming suddenly because he's TwilightTM. So I instead focus on how serious Twilight was here about killing Edgar. Should Edgar do any movement, he's dead.

Again, it's about the knowledge of trigger discipline itself. When you portray a character not touching the trigger when they don't need to, showing the opposite hits harder.

The Handler prepares the gun ominously, her finger off the trigger.

But when she aims it at the student's head...

She's serious. She's made sure the students heard her prepare the gun, so when she threatens the student, he knows what he's facing despite wearing a blindfold.

Again, in a realistic scenario, in both cases their fingers would rest away from the trigger, because their intention is not to kill their targets unless absolutely necessary. But that might have confused the readers who don't know about trigger discipline, and might have made for less impactful moments. So I give that a pass, especially since Endo is shown to be aware of correct discipline.

The anime is also aware of this.

Twilight is assessing the situation; finger is off the trigger.

The Handler prepares the gun; finger off.

She threatens the student; finger on.

(Of course, there have been moments both in manga and anime with incorrect depictions. But I can let those pass cause I know there's a lot of people involved in creating the art and things can get complicated)

A few more examples, from the Imperial Scholars meeting:

Those are very short moments, but someone drew those stills and intentionally had the guards' index fingers extended and not around the trigger.

As I said above, those examples pique my interest because they are conscious, deliberate choices... and good use of that can make for an impactful scene... say, identity reveal happens, Twilight is aiming his gun at the Thorn Princess, but his finger is off the trigger. He urges himself to put the finger on it, but the damn thing won't move... she also cannot bring herself to stab him even though her dagger is right at his throat, and she notices his hesitation... Endo-sensei I am begging...

(don't spoil me if it happens in the manga, let me live in ignorance)

#Spy x Family #tw: guns #guns tw #sxf meta #500 #1k

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lovelynim · 3 months ago

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TickleTober2024/Day 19 - Makeup

Love and Deepspace - Xavier x Reader

You carefully traced Xavier’s jawline with the brush, dragging it all the way from behind his ear to the tip of his chin. You could see his eyebrows furrow and a tense smile forming on his lips as he tried his best to sit still for you to finish his make up.

“Don’t move or I’ll have to start over,” you threatened with empty words, but those were enough to get him even more nervous. He was a pile of tension, a castle of cards at the verge of crumbling into helpless laughter.

“I-I’m trying…” Xavier whimpered softly, his eyelids trembling and the corner of his lips pulling up when you moved the brush down to the sides of his neck, spreading the foundation. “I-it tihickles…”

“I know,” you muttered softly, feeling his hands clenching under your knees. You carefully added the shading, dolling him up bit by bit while watching the light, feathery and harmless tickles reducing the Xavier you knew so well to a puddle of giggles. “But you need to look good on camera, even as a stuntman.”

“I cahan just- pfft… w-wehear the mask,” he protested, gasping softly as you held his face by his chin. His eyes finally met yours and you could swear there were little tears clinging at his lashes. How badly was it tickling him, anyway? You chuckled.

“You can’t, if you and the main actor look different on camera, people will notice and the movie will be criticized for bad characterization.”

You tilted his head back and to the sides, trying to see if everything was still in place after that much work. Gladly, and luckily for him, it didn’t look like you’d need to redo any of the make up. “You look good, Xavier.”

“D-do I?” He sighed, finally getting a break from all the torment that makeup brush inflicted on him, “all I could pay attention to was you tickling me.”

“I was doing your makeup,” you retorted, eying him with the corner of his eyes as you placed back the tools in the case, rummaging through it while looking for something else, “not tickling you. If I were tickling you, I-”

“W-wait,” Xavier giggled nervously, his hand escaping your makeshift restrain to hold your wrist, “I know. I d-don’t need a demonstration.”

“Smart boy,” you smirked, picking the lipstick opening and quickly popping off the lid, “well, we are almost done.”

“Just in time,” he nodded, watching your hands, “the director won’t scold us for taking too much time this time.”

“Yes,” you added, applying the lipstick on your own lips instead of his. Xavier watched you with curiosity.

It was not like he understood anything about makeup, but the question ‘shouldn’t you be doing that on my lips?’ did cross his mind watching the scene.

“Stay still now, I can mess this up,” you warned before gently holding him by the back of his head, pressing a kiss over his lips. After a couple seconds, you pulled back. “There…”

“A-ah,” Xavier gasped, feeling you brush his lower lip with your index finger, “fixing” the color, “t-thank you.”

“I’m not a good makeup artist, thought,” you warned, “we might need to redo it after a couple shots…”

A/N: I was reaaaaaally close to use "Xavier x Me" as the pairing, but I didn't want to be that self indulgent or parassocial hahahah he stills mine tho

#lovelytickletober #tickletober 2024 #tickletober #love and deepspace #love and deepspace tickling #xavier #reader #xavier x reader #lee!xavier #ticklish!xavier #ler!reader #tickle fic

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myswans0ng · 14 days ago

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the song of forgotten flames

✢ sylus x idol!mc / fem!reader

synopsis: MC is an aspiring and rising idol who got placed in the crosshairs of powerful enemies who are after her. Sylus, the leader of Onychinus now tangled in the same web, his life at your fingertips once again.

contents/warning: romance, mild angst, slow burn, fluff, idol life, descriptions of violence/mature themes, heavily suggestive, alternate universe/timeline, idol!mc, fem!reader

ch. synopsis: How you and Sylus met...

status: ongoing

w/c: 3.6k

also on ao3: here

index: chapter 1

Ch. 2 - The Price of a Song (part one)

Linkon City - One Year Ago…

“Hey, listen to me! This is your shot!” Tara said, her usual perkiness sounding through the phone. It was clear that she was excited for you.

You purse your lips as you held your phone close to your face. You look out your apartment window, peering at the city lights, your reflection staring back at you. A mask of doubt evident on your face.

“I don’t know Tara… This feels… off. Why would they pick me? It’s not like I’m some big- time performer, how did they even reach out to you?”

You hear Tara scoff. “They want you because you’re amazing!” She countered, her voice firm with conviction. “They probably heard the tracks you posted online, I heard that’s how a lot of underground or lesser-known artists get discovered these days! You clearly stood out to them.” Tara added.

You looked at the invitation again. The paper was thick and it was a dark obsidian color while the words were in a white script print. The red wax seal had an engraving of an owl. It was

fancier than usual party invitations to say the least. You examine it again as if you hadn’t already done that a hundred times today. Your name was written beside the Guest of Honor.

Pretty presumptuous. You thought.

You then take notice of the small pile of unpaid bills underneath the invitation. You sighed, you clench your fists, your nails digging into your palm, the pressure hurting you slightly.

This was stressful.

Tara broke the silence as if she had sensed your dilemma. “Come on bestie! You’re overthinking this. It’s one gig. You sing, the client’s happy, they give you a fat paycheck, and you’re out!”

You stood up and walked towards the window, leaning your forehead against the cool glass. The city lights become hazy in your peripheral vision. “And you’re sure this is legit?” You questioned.

“I double— triple checked it!” She said enthusiastically. “The host goes by the name Snowy Owl. After extensive research, I found out that she’s a pretty big name in the N109 zone— charity stuff, extravagant parties, the whole nine yards! In case you forgot, they’re paying you 6 months worth of your rent! And all you have to do is sing for a night!” She said cheerfully.

Although you trust Tara, you can’t help but be filled with uncertainty but your desperation was much heavier. The bills were piling up and you weren’t exactly getting a lot of gigs that paid well. Singing at the Destiny Café wasn’t cutting it anymore.

Shortly after the call ended, after you had reluctantly agreed to this job, you turned on your laptop. You decided to look up the N109 Zone. Nothing came up except one informational article. It was declared a No Hunt Zone by the Hunters Association due to Wanderers.

Why would a party be held in a no hunt zone? You wondered. You can’t help but feel uneasy. But it was stated in the invitation that someone would pick you up to and from the event.

Now it made sense. It was safer that way. But still—this all seemed too suspicious for your liking but the gnawing feeling of desperation also creeped in. In the end, you decided to go and that was final.

Maybe it was easier to look at this through Tara’s eyes. This could be your big break.

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Somewhere in the N109 Zone...

The ballroom glistened under the lights of the crystal chandelier at the very center of the room. The guests dressed in velvet and luxurious gowns that were probably worth more than your entire apartment building. The timbre of classical music, the polished floors and the champagne tower that stood tall, everything gave an aura of decadence. Snowy Owl was kind enough to also provide you with something to wear for the party. The fabric was a rich deep red, its velvety texture shimmered slightly under the crystal lights. It was cinched at the waist, the length falling just slightly above the middle of your calves. A small slit at the side revealing a glimpse of your skin. A daring yet tasteful dress with dark delicate heels to match. The thin straps of your dress accentuating your collarbones and leaving your shoulders bare. You walked into the room and already, eyes were on you. Your cheeks felt warm and your heart thumped.

For a brief moment, you felt like you belonged in this high society.

You observe the people around you as stroll by, you took notice that the staff were in black masks while some of the other guests were in white masks that were shaped like an owl’s face. While the rest had theirs, exposed. Maybe that a was fashion choice, you presumed. It was Snowy Owl’s party, maybe those were Snowy Owl’s people.

Before you could even grab a drink from the champagne tower, a man in a black mask approached you.

“Excuse Miss- “

“Ember.” You interjected. You weren’t sure why you had just said that or introduced yourself that way but you had been thinking about your stage name for quite a while now. Now’s the perfect time to have one, you thought. “Ember Moon.” You said decisively.

He nods in acknowledgement. “Ms. Moon. Follow me please.” He gestured formally, tipping his head slightly.

You were led to the unlit stage, behind the thick curtains—a large platform raised above the guests. A woman awaited you, in a white owl mask that was far more intricately designed. It had ornamental details and shiny rocks, from what you assumed were real diamonds. The gown she had on framed her small chest delicately and the intricate beadwork alone could tell you this was one of a kind. This must be Snowy Owl. Given how she carried herself just by merely standing there in front of you.

“Hello Miss- “

“Ember… Ember Moon.” You repeated as you greeted her warmly with a small smile.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Moon.” She replied, her voice muffled behind her mask. “I’m glad you made it. Your… assistant made it sound like you weren’t coming.” She said. Her tone sounded strange, it was as if she was using a voice modulator to hide her real voice. You’re beginning to understand that Snowy Owl, even in person, insists on hiding her real identity.

You weren’t even sure if this was Snowy Owl or maybe just someone she hired to interact with guests. Rich people are strange. You thought.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too Ms. Snowy Owl.” You bowed politely.

“I trust that your assistant has given you the details of this arrangement?” She questioned.

“Oh she’s not my assis—doesn’t matter… Yes, she gave me the sheet music of the song you wanted me to sing.” You recalled. You spent a couple of nights practicing the song and singing in the exact key, while also adding your own personal spin to it.

“The Swan Song. Are you familiar?” Snowy Owl queried.

“Sorry but no… I only learned the song when Tar—my assistant told me about it.” You confessed. You let out a nervous laugh.

“Well, you see, when someone refers to something as their ‘Swan Song’, it means it’s their final grand performance before they reach their own finality… You know, a one last homage before they kick the can.” Snowy Owl explained. There was a foreboding silence that lingered in the air. Though her words were light, it carried a sharp edge that gave you goosebumps.

Maybe you were more nervous than you thought.

“Finality?” You slowly repeated. “You mean like a farewell?”

“Precisely.” Even though her mask was covering her face, you could almost see the small grin plastered across her face, amused at this conversation. “A fitting title for a piece so hauntingly beautiful, wouldn’t you agree?”

Your hands clenched slightly, the side of your fingers touching the fabric of your dress. The velvet felt cool to the touch. “I didn’t realize it was a sadder song than it let on.” You muttered.

“Oh it’s much more than that Ms. Ember. The Swan Song is not merely a melody—It’s a story, a celebration, a lament and a release all at once!” She said, excitement evident in her tone. This topic seemed to interest her a lot. “The swan sings her all before it surrenders itself to the inevitable!”

There was an unsettling feeling that embraced you, the way she said those words.

“Well after practicing it a few times, I can tell it’s a beautiful song.” You said, forcing a smile. “I’ll do my best to honor it.”

Snowy Owl tilted her head slightly. Her invisible smile, unwavering. “I have no doubt you will.. Your voice… it fits this song perfectly.” She added.

“T-thank you, you're too kind…” You said, your voice getting softer at the end.

Snowy Owl composed herself as she straightened her back. Standing upright in front of you, The stones from her mask glaring with the light.

“Well my dear, the audience awaits... Good luck!” She trailed off, leaving with the man that escorted you backstage.

Without a few seconds to spare, you hear the lights come on. The muffled noise from the guests outside turned into murmurs. The floor beneath began to vibrate when you hear the

prelude of the song. Your hands trembled as you stood in the dim backstage area. The music distant but unmistakable.

You were unsure whether it was stage fright or something else entirely.

The curtains slowly parted, the bright spotlight blinding you before your eyes could adjust. You try to shade yourself with your small hand. Your breathing was now heavier than it was seconds ago as your chest tightened. You could barely see the crowd, their faces faint and blurry from where you were standing. You swallowed your throat dry, as you walked towards the microphone stand just a few inches away from you.

You could feel the heat of the spotlight on your skin, enough to accumulate some sweat building up on your lower back and the nape of your neck.

You can do this. Just sing this song and everything will be fine. You repeated those words in your head, but even as you tried to assure yourself, the uncomfortable feeling lingered.

You held on to the mic stand. The music now louder and closer to your ear. You felt the pull of the melody that played. It was strangely comforting. After all, you loved music because it was familiar to you. You leaned a little forward, your lips almost touching the microphone.

The vibrations, the rhythm and the melody coaxing you like a warm blanket. The pounding in your heart gradually slowing down.

As if on instinct, the first words of the song escaped your lips. Your eyes closed. You began to sing. Your voice filled the room, carrying the emotions of the song and your own energy with it. For a moment, you lose yourself to the music as you held on to the mic and the words spilling out of you was like a release.

✣✣✣

The audience was transfixed and mesmerized by you. You could feel your Evol spreading like wildfire as it amplified the emotions of the crowd, reaching deep into the hearts of whoever was listening to your voice. This gave you a rush unlike any other, you felt one with the song and the people who listened.

For years, you had learn to control this, to make people feel joy, excitement, and even sorrow through the songs you sing more deeply. You felt the souls of everyone in the room. Their happiness, their ambitions, their flaws—their weaknesses. Your Evol was a gift and you learned to control this by doing what you loved the most. Singing.

Just as you thought the tension was melting, something shifted.

The energy in the room began to change. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, whether it was because the song you were singing was tragic or something different. Then suddenly you felt the crowd’s emotions grow heavy and it wasn’t sadness. You open your eyes, your mouth continues to sing. You felt the atmosphere grow thicker by the second, the feeling falling darker.

Your eyes darted from one face in the crowd to the next. It was as if you were reading their minds. You could feel the weight of their gazes turn sharper. You could feel their hunger, their greed—their desires. There was a disconcerting feeling of possessiveness.

You wanted your Evol to disconnect with them but that was something you had trouble with. Once your power takes over, it usually doesn’t stop until it fades or you stop singing altogether. But you weren’t sure if you wanted to stop—or could afford to stop.

As the crowd’s collected negative energy grew stronger, you almost faltered as you neared the bridge of the song. Your heart racing uncontrollably as anxiety begins to grip your chest. You forced yourself to finish the song but the crowd’s cheers felt hollow when you sang an impressive note.

Before you knew it, the song ended and you had to push yourself away from the microphone. Almost like you were turning off your Evol. There was a silence as you stared out into the crowd. Then a sudden burst of applause made you jump slightly, your chest rising and falling.

The people here. You can’t trust them. You said to yourself as you watched their wide sinister grins. The boisterous clamor from the others digging deep into your skull.

You stumble on stage as you make your way to the backstage exit but you were stopped by what looked like the same man who escorted you. He blocked your direction. You turn the opposite way and another man in a much bigger build stops you before you could leave.

They pushed you back to the center of the stage harshly, blocking any direction where you could make a run for it.

“Hey!” You scolded. Fear starts sinking in and quickly taking over you. The faces in the crowd becoming clearer, the masks becoming more horrifying as they locked their eyes on you.

Suddenly, you find Snowy Owl next to you on stage with a microphone in hand.

“Wasn’t that a stunning performance?!” She asked the crowd, her modulated voice cutting through the haze of your thoughts. “Truly a beautiful piece.”

“And now ladies and gentlemen!” Snowy Owl said enthusiastically, almost theatrical. “The moment you’ve all been waiting for!” She continues to energize the crowd as she hands the microphone to a man in a white tuxedo, with owl-shaped cufflinks. He smiled widely at the crowd and cleared his throat as Snowy Owl left the stage.

“We’re now opening the bidding for our dear singer Ember Moon! The highest bidder will be lucky enough to own her voice, her talent—her everything!”

You froze.

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Your heart raced as reality sinks in. Your stomach turned. Were you really being auctioned like a piece of antique furniture?

The performance, the applause, the dark intense weight of the crowd’s emotions—it was all a ruse. Though their desires were real. They were auctioning your voice, your Evol. They were selling you. You suddenly feel your feet take a step back, trying to retreat from the stage out of instinct. But before you could move, strong rough hands gripped your wrists, pulling you towards the center of the stage, just a few feet beside the auctioneer. Another man in the same black mask joins in, grabbing your shoulders. Without a word, they pushed you down into a chair, a thick metal band automatically wrapped around your wrists when your arms were weighted down by their strength on the armrests, binding you to the contraption tightly. The two men walked away once you were trapped and tightly fastened on the seat.

“Please!” You whispered, your voice trembling. “This isn’t what I agreed to!” You yelled out, pleadingly.

“We’ll start the bidding at 10 million! Any takers?” A hand shot up in the crowd. “12 million!”

“15 million!” Someone else countered, almost immediately. The feeling of their hunger still lingered in your chest, like sharks smelling a drop of blood in the water.

You struggle to get out of the binds. “STOP THIS!” You shouted, begged. The noise of the crowd yelling whatever value they were outbidding. Your heart pounded as the numbers rose higher, feeling hopeless by the second.

“50 million.” A low but loud voice spoke, and the room buzzed with excitement. His tall frame commanding the attention of everyone else in the room without much effort. His white— silver hair slightly tousled. His expression, calm and radiated unpredictability. His arms crossed as he exuded an aura of authority.

“55 million.” You spot Snowy Owl in the crowd raising an auction paddle, her voice taunting the silver-haired man.

“60 million.” He countered. A hush silence fell in the room, as they watched him and Snowy Owl place their bids.

“75 million.” She countered effortlessly.

“80 million.” He doesn’t concede to Snowy Owl’s provocation.

You watch their obvious display of a power struggle leads on, neither of them backing down.

“83 million.” Snowy Owl raised her paddle once again. Now more cautious about her opponent’s next move.

You hear the deep chuckle of the silver-haired man, shaking his head slightly.

“100 million.”

You hear the crowd gasp. All eyes turned to him as he stood there waiting for Snowy Owl to counter. His stance calm, his eyes pierced through her mask like a needle.

The silence stretched to what felt like eternity, Snowy Owl tapped her chin, pondering for a bit.

“150 million.” She finally spoke.

You watch as the edges of the tall man’s smile curve into a smirk.

“500 million.” He said so casually, his tone inciting his opponent to try to go even further, it was almost arrogant but his confidence made you and everyone else believe that it was done.

Snowy Owl laughed, though her modulated voice was light, it sounded a little maniacal. She raised her champagne flute to the silver gentleman, almost like she was waving a white flag.

“She’s all yours.” She conceded.

“Sold to Mr. Sylus!” The auctioneer shouted. The crowd erupted into an applause, the silver man in a black suit whom you know now as Sylus, was unphased by this.

Sylus ignored everyone else, his attention was now towards your direction. With long strides, he walked up the stage to claim his prize. Which was you.

The masked men who had bound you to the chair, pressed a button somewhere and the next thing you knew, your hands were now free.

A dark shadow casts over you, blocking the blinding spotlight. You look up to see the man who had purchased you. The idea made you sick to your stomach, even fueling the rage that was slowly rising within you.

“Get up.” He said flatly. His hands in his pockets. His eyes narrowed down at you.

You slowly get up from your seat, your body trembling, still so scared for your life. Everything else has not quite sunk in yet.

Without a word, Sylus grabbed your wrist roughly, pulling you as he headed towards the exit. His grip filled with urgency and impatience.

“Hey! What the-“ You protest as you stumble to keep up.

He ignores you and moves along, walking past the guests, their existence just a temporary spectacle to him.

You hear a sharp click of heels stopping you and Sylus. You both pause in your footsteps.

“Congratulations Mr. Sylus. This is the first time I’ve seen you partake in these type of auctions…” She spoke. She looked behind Sylus’ towering figure, giving you a quick glance.

She sees your face defeated and confused. Sylus doesn’t respond immediately but the slight twitch in his brow gave away his feeling of irritation towards the masked host.

“Do let me know if you get sick of her. I’m more than happy to take her off your hands.” She said lightly, as if she had offered something so gracious.

“Noted.” Sylus said with a finality in his voice. His tone, low and dismissive.

Sylus didn’t give Snowy Owl a minute more of his attention as he walked past her, taking you with him. His large hand still wrapped around your wrist.

✣✣✣

He leads you out of the familiar corridors you had walked in a while ago, and out into the cold night air. The sounds of the party faded and though the air was thick in the N109 zone, you let out a deep breath that eased you for a bit.

You had half-expected him to loosen his grip the moment you both walked out of the venue but his hand remained firmly around your wrist. He wasn’t going to let you go. That flicker of hopelessness suddenly emerges itself in your chest again. Though it was against your will, he now owns you.

“You’re a magnet for trouble, you know that?” His voice cutting through the silence. His tone laced with annoyance. Like a parent scolding a child for running with a pair of scissors.

You avoided this stranger's gaze, out of fear and the fact that your eyes started to well up then before he could say another word, your tears streamed down your face as you sniffled and sobbed. Everything that has happened was overwhelming and quite frankly, traumatic.

"What are you gonna do to me?" You sniveled.

For a short moment, his hand loosened. “Come on. Let’s go.” He said, his tone softer but still low and imposing.

Despite the heaviness in your chest, you reluctantly followed him, expecting the worst in the back of your mind. Your thoughts were elsewhere, consumed by the thought that you might never see your family and friends ever again.

a/n: to give a little more context, the character 'Snowy Owl' was mentioned in Sylus' cat butler memory, i thought it would be fitting for someone like her to be hosting these type of events since she's notoriously known in the black market to purchase unique Evol users ^-^

index: chapter 1, chapter 2, chapter 3, chapter 4

more on ao3: here (more chapters)

#sylus #love and deepspace sylus #lad sylus #sylus x reader #love and deepspace #lnds #lad #sylus x mc #sylus x oc #sylus x yn #sylus x y/n

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nerd-by-definition · 18 days ago

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Even if no one wants to do the ask game, it doesn’t mean I won’t do it anyway 😤

For the Angsty/Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompt Asks

31. “You came back for me. You actually came back for me.”

TW Blood, Injuries, Self-Destructive Behavior

Dick breathed in and out slowly as his aching fingers clenched tightly around the cold plastic chair beneath him. The open cuts on his knuckles seemed determined to never heal—not that he ever gave them the chance to—and the sting of torn skin grounded him more than any useless prayer the nuns tried to instill in him. He had his own mantra to keep his thoughts occupied during times of trouble.

“Please work, please work, please work,” he mumbled under his breath with each minute that passed. This had to work. It just had to.

A flex of his index finger made a drop of blood slide down until it dripped on the floor by his restless feet. Was it morbid to say he’d become particularly fond of the shade of red that darkened his fingers after punching assholes in the face? Some hobbies were just too addicting to quit, even when he knew it was stupid for a trapeze artist to damage his hands. At least they deserved it; a sacrifice for the greater good.

“Father, I don’t see what more we can do! He’s been disruptive since the day he arrived and nothing works!”

“Sister, we can’t lose hope—“

“Don’t pull the “hope” card with me.“

“Sometimes children need more unique help.”

“He needs a jail cell to straighten him out! Acting like he’s the only boy here who’s ever been traumatized by death. Just because it happened under an absurd circus tent does not make him special—“

“Sister!”

Dick gnawed on his split lip until the iron taste filled his mouth. The buzzing hum of the fluorescent lights filled his ears, the dried flakes of blood under his nose aggressively itched, but none of it mattered. He’d be going home soon. The nightmare would finally end.

He’d be going home—

The abrupt woosh of the doors at the end of the hall opening caused Dick to abandon his staring contest with the floor as a struggling Jason was dragged in by his upper arm.

Breathless, he watched the scrappy boy kick and claw at the nun’s hand to no avail. Years of malnourishment and poverty had yet to loosen its grasp of Jason, leaving him helpless against the might of an angry nun eager to discipline.

“I didn’t do anything! Let me go! Let me go!” he shouted.

Big blue eyes stared at Dick, a myriad of emotions sparking one right after the other. What should I say to them? Are you alright? I’m sorry it didn’t-

Dick snapped his eyes to the nun’s other hand where a crumpled letter shook. His letter. No. No.

I’m sorry it didn’t work.

“You wait right here with your little accomplice,” she spat, violently releasing Jason’s arm so he stumbled into the seat next to Dick. Her pace never faltered when she finally entered the office with the confidence of a detective who finally cracked the case—like they’d done anything as dramatic as that.

“I’m sorry, Dickie. I tried! I just—“

Apparently, they hadn’t done anything at all.

“I thought you said it’d be just a food fight! When he swung at you, I nearly saw red—“

It didn’t work.

“And there were so many of them, I had to circle back to help! What would be the point of getting that letter out if you weren’t here for them to pick you up?”

He’d be trapped in that damn orphanage forever.

“I tried to sneak out once they were stopping the fight, but it was too late. Who knew Sister Agnes could be so handsy—“

“You came back for me,” Dick finally interrupted Jason’s panicked rambling. “You actually came back for me.”

He shifted his shoulders from side to side before nodding slowly. “I had to…”

He had to. He had to. The simmering anger behind Dick’s eyes boiled over. “NO, YOU DIDN’T! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SNEAK THE LETTER INTO THE MAILBOX DOWN THE STREET LIKE WE PLANNED!”

Dick didn’t care if they heard his confession. What did it matter? They knew what he wanted; every attempt to contact Haly had been categorically denied, refused, and foiled. Subterfuge was the only option left.

Dick stood, hands trembling, as he paced to release the burning energy in his limbs.

Jason frowned. “But you were—“

“I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU THOUGHT! I NEEDED THIS! I WANT TO GO HOME!” Dick kicked the chairs just to watch the perfect row buckle under the force of his anger. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

I want to go home. I want to go home.

“I’m sorry, Dickie. I tried…”

“Let me go home,” he cried with a sloppy punch to the wall. “Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!” No matter how many times he slammed his bleeding fist into the wall, it didn’t budge. It never budged. He’d never be free.

“Dick! DICK!” Jason pulled on his waist, his shoulder, his arm, until he could slide between Dick and the wall. His wide eyes pleaded for him to stop as one shaking hand managed to catch Dick’s fist on the next swing. “Calm down, please…you’re gonna hurt yourself…”

He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t think. He didn’t want to believe it was true that Haly would leave him in the rotten city which ruined his life. There had to be some mistake! If only he could contact him—anyone from his former family under the big top—they’d surely come for him. The priests and the nuns were liars; Haly must want him back.

Since no one else did.

“I shouldn’t be here…I can’t be here…” Dick gasped through the pain squeezing his chest. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t he breathe? “Why did you come back?” he whined.

Jason had been his last chance. No one else would entertain Dick’s escape attempts after three years in the orphanage; the other kids all found him delusional, hatching futile plots to reach people who obviously didn’t care. Going it alone wasn’t possible with every nun and priest on the lookout. He’d almost lost hope until this scrawny rebel was dumped on the front steps like every street rat Batman found freezing on the streets.

One fight with a bully and a second, secret helping of dinner shared when his stomach threatened to wake the whole dormitory brought Jason to Dick’s side, and he’d hung off of his every word since. Even the Gotham City mobsters couldn’t expect such loyalty and devotion from their goons.

So Jason stood firm as Dick repeatedly shoved him against the wall in place of the breaths he couldn’t take, each push getting weaker and weaker. Damn his unwavering belief in him. Didn’t he know that Dick was going nowhere fast?

“I’m sorry! I couldn’t let you get jumped by those assholes! I’m sorry…” Watery eyes refused to spill over in the face of Dick’s fury, but the sight of barely concealed fear stopped Dick in his tracks. Not fear of Dick, never that, but fear for him—fear of what he would keep doing to himself if Jason didn’t stop him.

“Jason, I…” What was he doing?

Dick’s knees buckled and he slid down to a nearby chair, bringing Jason down with him.

“I know I fucked up, but please stop hurting yourself. I’m sorry…I’m sorry…” Jason sniffed.

Shaking his head, Dick curled an arm around Jason’s neck and dragged him close. This wasn’t his fault. Dick was the fuck up, not Jason. Never Jason. The swollen bruising around his cheek ached when smashed against Jason’s flushed face, but he refused to pull away until he understood what Dick was incapable of saying at the moment.

Thank you. I need you. I’m sorry.

Maybe Haly didn’t care about him. Maybe the priests and nuns would rather send him to juvie than deal with him anymore. Maybe no one in the world gave a shit what happened to Dick Grayson.

But Jason Todd did.

“You came back for me…” Dick breathed in wonder. “You actually came back for me…”

It’d been so long since someone cared.

Jason snuck an arm around his waist once the shock of the hug had passed and laughed. He buried his face deep into Dick’s shoulder, gently holding his bleeding hand with the other, as warm fingers pressed into his trembling back.

He understood. Of course he understood. No one got him like Jason did.

“Always. Who else is gonna watch your back, Dickhead?”

#jaydick #fanfiction #dick grayson #jason todd #dcu #I’m rusty I know please overlook that #two orphan boys just trying to survive the horrors of Gotham together #ask game

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igglemouse · 9 days ago

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Week 1 ~ Introducing Marisol ~ Wednesday

Unfortunately it doesn't stop raining but the day must go on and I arrive at Prisma, a local art museum that serves at times as a gallery for new and upcoming artists. I hope someday my work is on these walls, if only for some time, as it would be a first big step in rising my reputation in the art community.

Either way, I'm here for romance and not art and I admit it's nice to see Hugo all dressed up today!

Marisol: So, about this church thing. I ask only out of curiosity but are you one of those deeply religious guys?

I ask when after our greeting and after we find a place to sit. Prisma was pretty quiet today, likely because of the rain, and so it did add a bit of intimacy to our conversation.

Hugo: Kind of, well, I do strongly believe in the Watcher but I would not say that it is my entire personality, if you know what I mean.

I do, I come from a religious family so I completely understand what he means. There is one question though that truly reveals just how dedicated one is to the Watcher. It's a little forward but Marisol deserves to know...

Marisol: Uh huh, so, are you waiting for marriage until you...well...

Hugo laughs: A little too late for me on that if I'm being honest but I understand why some do.

Marisol laughs too: Yeah! I couldn't help but ask! In case you are wondering I do also believe in the Watcher but I'm not its more ardent of followers either.

Index ~ Next

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #ts4 #Sims #Sims 4 #sims legacy #my sims #generation 1 #soot #sims of our time #marisol quesada #hugo guerrero

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hoeneymilktea · 1 month ago

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deciphered ✧ tooru oikawa chapter 6 | shower thoughts

Your cousin, Hajime Iwaizumi—whom you haven't seen in a long time, invited you to support him at the largest street racing event in Tokyo. He told you he was a part of the Seijoh Brawlers, one of the notorious top five gangs affiliated with the underground street racing scene. Once he introduced you to his leader, Tooru Oikawa, a.k.a. Cypher—your interest piqued, curiously wanting to understand the true meaning behind his alleged nickname.

✧ pairing — tooru oikawa / afab reader ✧ genre — erotica/smut, action romance, crime romance, dark romance (absolutely no dv/sa), psychological thriller, crime/detective mystery ✧ rating — very explicit, 18+ mdni ✧ chapter word count — 5.3k ✧ content warnings — violence, street racing, references to drugs, explicit sexual content, heavy angst. see below break for chapter specific warnings ↴

author's note — This fanfic is inspired by the beautiful and amazing fanart of Street Racer AU Tooru Oikawa. Artist is @aikk00. disclaimer — I do not condone the romanticization of the yakuza or the reality of gang life as I intended not to portray that kind of interpretation, nor promote the activity of illegal street racing. Do not seek out these types of experiences as this work is just a piece of fiction. Please remember to read at your own risk.

rescuing sly fox ⇠ shower thoughts ⇢ seijoh tune shop

✧ chapter specific content warnings: shower sex, oral sex, vaginal fingering

Your eyelids fluttered awake, staring straight at the cloudy morning sky. The sound of the distant traffic passing by outside of Oikawa’s condo filled the space like white noise. You slowly lifted your head up from the soft pillow, removing your hand resting underneath your head from your cheek. Oikawa’s bedroom was cold, wondering to yourself if he ever turned on the heater in his condo.

Feeling his body pressed up against your back, you looked down to see his left arm with the tattoo of the ocean waves and sakura flowers wrapped firmly around your waist, his hand tucked firmly under your body and over your stomach.

You turned your head and shifted your body under the sheets to look down at Oikawa’s gentle face still resting on the pillow next to you. His naked torso exposed his tattoos under the overcast light beaming down, his body turned towards yours while his right hand rested underneath his white pillow. You reached over and caressed his face with your right hand, slowly tickling his cheeks with your fingertips.

“Tooru, are you awake?” You gently whispered, making sure your voice was loud enough for him to hear but soft enough just in case he was still sleeping.

“Mmm yeah, I am.” Oikawa nonchalantly muffled, his voice deep and sleepy. He shifted his head a bit, burying his right cheek deeper into the pillow as he softly smiled, his eyes still closed. He held on tighter to your body, bringing you close to his warm chest.

You removed your hand away from his face, lifting the covers over your legs. Your bodies were still naked from last night, both of your clothes scattered all over the living room of his condo. As you swung your legs across the cool bed sheets to get up, the moment your toes touched the cold hardwood flooring, Oikawa felt your waist slipping from his grip, only for him to pull your body back closer to his.

“Come back and stay with me just for a little more.”

His large and slender hands snaked underneath your waist, wrapping his strong arms around your body. He held on tightly, pressing his cheek up against the nape of your neck. You felt his warm breath brush up against your shoulder, his exhales slowly in sync with yours.

“I want to shower,” you placed your hands on Oikawa’s wrists, struggling to remove his grip on your body.

“Mind if I join you?” Oikawa fluttered his eyes open, softly smiling.

He traced along your arm with his index finger, the tip of his fingernail tickling your skin. You turned your head to look at his face, the same cocky grin he always gave you growing on his mouth. Strands of his bangs covered his hooded eyes, his white teeth poking through his smile. He ran his other hand through his hair, pushing back the messy bangs wisped across his forehead.

“I think I need a shower too,” he stated, lifting his upper body with his left hand and his right arm still wrapped around your waist. “How about we save some water?”

You rolled your eyes, turning your head away as you pushed your left hand on his chest. Oikawa chuckled as you got up from the bed, placing both of your feet on the cold wooden floor again. You looked up at the window wall, the natural light from the cloudy sky brightening up his bedroom.

Last night felt like a feverish dream for you. All you could remember after Oikawa picked you up from the ground was him carrying you into his bed, tucking your body underneath the sheets.

Your memory ended up hazy after you fell fast asleep, not remembering how you ended up where you woke up. Recollecting your memory again was a challenge for you, wondering how one thing led to another last night.

You looked back at Oikawa, who still had the same playful smirk and one eyebrow cocked up. The ephemeral beauty of his body resting up against the headboard filled your stomach with butterflies as his right arm flexed, showing off the intricate dragon tattoo again. Although the sky was grey, his body glistened underneath it. The skin on his chest, the abs on his torso; everything about him was more than what you had ever wanted.

Oikawa caught your gaze staring at his body and met eye to eye with you, smiling from ear to ear.

“Still up for the offer?” He chuckled, propping his body up from the headboard with his hands and leaning forward with his legs crossed underneath the sheets. You tapped your index finger on your chin, pretending to ponder on his question.

“Mmm sure, only if you cook me breakfast when we’re done.” You shot him back a cheeky smile.

“Deal.”

Afterwards, you both entered his ensuite bathroom with the walls painted a light shade of jade green. It had black and white speckled granite countertops and a gold finish on the faucet and handles that made it just as luxurious as the rest of his condo. The bathroom gave off a western inspired design with the blocked off glass window shower, to which he offered for you to step first in.

As expected, you entered the shower and turned on the water, letting it soak your hair while the droplets scattered all over your body. Oikawa held you in his arms, his warm chest pressing up against your back. He started kissing your supple skin gently, planting tiny smooches up and down your neck and shoulder. He kept his hands firmly on your waist as the water from the showerhead sprinkled down, both of your bodies completely wet to the touch.

You closed your eyes as Oikawa lowered his head behind your right shoulder. He took a deep breath before gently brushing his lips against your wet skin, tenderly sucking and biting on a small spot on the crook of your neck. While letting out a soft exhale, you placed your hands on top of Oikawa’s, guiding his fingers down your stomach and off your waist. His left hand maneuvered up and grasped your left breast while his right stayed below your stomach, caressing the inner part of your right thigh.

You gasped as he placed your nipple in between the tips of his fingers, rubbing it back and forth as it perked up from his touch. Simultaneously, he began to slide his hand down between your legs, slowly spreading them open. Oikawa pressed his middle finger on your clit, gently rubbing it in circles as you let out a soft moan.

“Moan my name,” he mumbled against the back of your neck, kissing your sweet skin once more. “I love it when you moan my name.”

“Tooru,” you breathed out as you leaned your head back against his. The water from above sprinkled down as it fell on your face, caressing against your cheeks. Oikawa let out a soft and quick groan, quickening his movements as he slid his index and middle finger together in a side-to-side motion against your clit.

“Your voice is so beautiful when you moan my name like that.”

His delicate touches and praiseful words—this was different than last night. It was the most gentle he’d been with you, as every touch sent a shiver up your spine and straight to your head. Somehow, each touch felt healing the more his hands skimmed all around your body. He was tender and loving; trailing kisses down your back as he crouched on his knees.

“Turn around,” he commanded, placing his hands on your hips once again. “I only want to see your gorgeous face.”

“Why would I?” You whispered as you turned around, leaning your back against the wall of the shower, the cold jade green ceramic tiles contrasting to the hot temperature of your body. “Why are you being so nice?”

“I’m sorry,” Oikawa placed his head in between your legs, lifting up your left thigh above his shoulder. “I shouldn’t have disrespected you last night.”

He closed his eyes and began to lick your pussy, pressing his tongue piercing against your clit. He hummed against your skin as you moaned softly, opening his eyelids. Oikawa stared up at you with his gorgeous brown eyes, smiling to himself as he admired the view of your body.

“I want to make it up to you this time. I want to pleasure you right.”

He tightened his grip on your thigh, digging the tips of his fingers into your skin. He gently licked your clit again with the tip of his tongue before pressing all of it in between your thighs. As he licked you up, you felt his warm tongue piercing glide up the edge of your pussy before swirling it against your clit. A loud moan escaped your lips while you gripped his wet hair, grazing your hand behind his head as his darkened locks slicked back.

“Fuck, you always taste so good.” He praised, removing his lips from your clit as he slowly inserted his index and middle finger inside of you, effortlessly slipping it in as the mixture of the shower water and your essence guided his fingers. He slowly pumped in and out, curling his fingers forward in a come-hither motion every time he pulled back before entering in. “Who needs breakfast when I can just eat you instead?”

You laughed midway through your moan, catching your breath as you slicked back his wet hair, exposing his forehead. A concentrated expression rested on his face as he placed his lips back onto your clit, digging himself deeper and deeper into you. He flicked the tip of his tongue repeatedly against your clit once more before tightening the grip of his orifice, sucking until he couldn’t breathe anymore.

“Fuck, Tooru! Keep doing that, please!” Your thighs closed in as he sped up the pace of his fingers, continuously hitting your g-spot repeatedly. He satiated the taste on his lips, literally drowning in both your pussy and the water falling down from the showerhead. Oikawa stopped for a moment, turning his head away from between your legs to catch a breath.

“Ugh, I love it when you choke me with your thighs,” he growled with his wet bangs covering his eyes, face pressed tightly between your legs. Oikawa smirked with his teeth peeking through his lips, chuckling softly. He dived back in and licked your clit with his tongue piercing once again, swirling it in a circular motion. You rocked your hips against his mouth, the extra sensations creeping up as your core flexed harder.

“Don’t fucking stop, baby,” you gritted through your teeth, holding onto the side of the ceramic tile wall with your right hand as you slid the other through his wet hair. You exhaled another moan while feeling another rush to your head, connecting all the way down to your stomach again.

Oikawa never missed a beat; he enjoyed eating your pussy out for his own pleasure. You clenched around his fingers while he thrusted in and out repeatedly, the calloused tips of his fingers scraping up against the same rough patch near the front of your pussy. You closed your thighs in on his head once again, squeezing his face tighter and tighter until you felt his sharp jaw press up against your skin.

He groaned, releasing a guttural sound in the back of his throat before inhaling sharply through his nose. His signature combo never failed, simultaneously sucking on your clit while thrusting his fingers inside of you with ease. You gripped his wet hair harder, forcing his head to grind against your pussy.

“I want you to cum so badly,” he incoherently mumbled against your clit before you shoved his head back down, forcing him to finish the job. “I want you to squirt in my mouth.”

“You’re such a freak,” you gripped his wet hair, droplets of water squeezing out of his dark locks as you tightened your grip. “Get to it then.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He enthusiastically obliged, sliding his tongue out of his mouth as he quickly lapped up your taste—swirling the tip once again, shoving his fingers deeper into your pussy. He held onto your thigh above his shoulder, stabilizing your body pressed up against the ceramic tile wall.

You felt your soul ascend when he curled his fingers slowly, pressing upwards in your g-spot. He rubbed the warm metal of his tongue piercing against your clit again, swirling it into tight small circles vigorously. You looked down at Oikawa, moaning his name loudly as he focused sucking on your clit, his fingers inches deep into your pussy.

“Fuck, Tooru, I’m going to fucking cum!” You cried, your moans reaching a higher pitch as you reached your orgasm, the constricted pressure forming inside finally letting go, exploding an all-time high. The sensation spread all over your core, watching your toes curling on your left foot while your fingers twitched and your whole body shaking from the release of liquid.

“Yes, come on baby,” he moaned, his voice deep and needy for more. Your mouth hung open, a staggered and ungodly noise erupting from the back of your throat. Oikawa opened his mouth as he swished his two fingers against your clit in a vigorous fast paced motion, stimulating you to release more of your ejaculation. He closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue, letting your pussy squirt all over his mouth.

Once you came, Oikawa swallowed every drop of you. A loud gulp echoed down his throat before he exhaled a hot breath against your skin, sticking out his tongue once more while he buried his face into your pussy to lick up anything remaining.

Oikawa hummed and smiled, removing his head from in between your thighs. He gently placed your quivering leg back down onto the floor, watching the water from the showerhead run down the drain in a swirl. He crouched back up, turning off the shower faucet.

While placing his right hand on your cheek and caressing back your wet hair with the other, he leaned his head in and kissed you on the lips tenderly before pulling away. Your foreheads touched while Oikawa’s mesmerizing brown eyes stared into yours, watching his behavior closely as he smiled softly.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” he kissed your lips once again, the taste of you still lingering on his tongue. “I can never get enough of you.”

He kissed you once more, sliding his hands under your arms while he hugged you tightly into a warm embrace. You felt at ease, slipping your arms around his naked body, caressing your fingertips against his spine. Oikawa didn’t let go, still holding your body in his strong arms.

Condensation collected in the air as the mist traveled throughout the bathroom. You breathed softly against his skin, his head buried in the crook of your neck. It was the first time in a long time that you felt at ease, casually enjoying the moment and the ailment it provided for your comfort.

For the rest of the time, you both actually showered and goofed around for the next ten minutes or so, massaging each other’s scalps with shampoo. Yet again, another side of his personality shining through—the romantic, emotional and playful side of him was a stark contrast that normalized Oikawa from the tough and dominant façade he showed everyone else.

Without even realizing it, you began to slowly fall for him even harder than before.

Though unbeknownst, Oikawa only ever showed that side of himself to one other person besides you.

Just like promised, Oikawa made you breakfast. You sat on the one of two barstools he had against the other side of the granite countertop, resting your elbows down as you watched him chop up vegetables on a wooden cutting board with the handle of the chef’s knife firmly placed in his grip. He smiled up at you while his hands were quick with the knife, effortlessly chopping up green onions with ease.

The coffee he made you earlier sat still on the counter with its steam rising above in the small cappuccino cup. You picked it up and placed the edge of the cup in between your lips, taking a small sip. It was surprisingly overindulgent for a dark roast, but Oikawa said he always preferred his coffee extra sweetened anyways. He said the meal he was cooking you was one of his favorites to eat while he was younger, mentioning it was the only thing he would eat for days when there wasn’t any money in his pockets.

Freshly showered and sitting comfortable in one of Oikawa’s white t-shirts and gray sweatpants, you locked your fingers together and rested your chin on top of them. Although the fast-paced lifestyle Oikawa lived through street racing was enticing, you couldn’t help but also fall for the simple, mundane activities he did too. It made him seem normal, the same imaginative escapism that he always dreamed of.

Perhaps that was the reason why he was attracted to you; the simple and comforting affection you provided for him left Oikawa wanting something he’d never thought he’d ever want in his life—something he never thought he’d ever need in his life.

“Tooru? Can I ask you something?” You questioned as he stirred a pot of miso soup, throwing in the green onions and tofu he cut up earlier into it.

He turned his head around and cocked his eyebrow, mixing the soup with a spoon. “What is it?”

“Why’d you leave Osaka?”

Oikawa hesitated at first, turning his head away from you to focus on preparing the rest of the breakfast. He cracked some eggs into a bowl, mixed them quickly and placed his hands on the counter, leaning over the frying pan heating up on the gas stove. He pondered on your question, trying to find the right words to say to you.

“You said you were there for six years.” You continued, watching him stare at the backsplash. Both of his hands balled into a fist before he slowly turned around, staring at you with a somber expression on his face.

“I was actually in Osaka for longer than that. I was born and raised there.” Oikawa turned back around and waved his hand over the pan, checking the temperature before placing the eggs on the hot surface. “I remember Hajime telling me your mother is from Osaka as well. Have you ever lived there?”

“No, but I used to visit some of my mother’s family from time to time during the summer. I lived in Shizuoka my whole life, until I turned seventeen and moved to Tokyo.” You looked down at the coffee in your hands and pushed the spoon from one side to another.

“Funny. When I was seventeen, I dropped out of school.” Oikawa nonchalantly mentioned, facing the stove to stir the eggs in the frying pan. Out of sight, he smiled shamelessly to himself.

“Tooru, that’s not funny,” you sarcastically replied with a chuckle or two letting out.

“I was actually an excellent student, too.” He flipped the eggs over on the pan with a sizzle echoing after it touched the hot surface. “Year three, top of class six.”

“Then why would you ever drop out?” You took another sip of the overly-sweetened coffee and cocked your left eyebrow up. “You were in a higher class than I was.”

He stared at his right arm, pointing his index finger at his tattoo as he traced up to his neck.

“In my last year of high school, I was initiated into this local yakuza clan that was growing in numbers, called the Kitagawa.”

The eggs sizzled on the pan during his explanation as he mixed it around before placing it on a bowl of rice, separating the portions between you and him.

“I recognize that name, it was the clan you mentioned a while ago. That was the one you ended up leading eventually, right?” You asked, cinching your eyebrows together with a disquieted expression on your face.

“Not quite,” he turned back around and grabbed some chopsticks from a drawer and assembled your breakfast, along with his. “It took a long time for me to gain respect from them, actually. To their eyes, I was some rat kid off the streets of Osaka. I had no place in such a prestigious yakuza clan.”

“Tamago gohan, made my way. Please enjoy.” Oikawa turned off the stove and grabbed two bowls; a small serving of miso soup with green onions and tofu in his right hand, and a plate of rice with an egg omelet on top with his left. He had a giant smile on his face that emulated the joy of a child, a sight that was rare to see in him.

He handed you some chopsticks and a spoon before grabbing a pair for himself. Leaning against the counter, he brought his plate up and scooped up a bite into his mouth. With his hair still damp and a teal t-shirt fitted around his body, it wasn’t easy to keep your eyes off his physique. Though, it brought you great concern that he chronically looked exhausted with his sunken eyes and persistent stern expression, even when he’s joyful.

“Thank you, this looks delicious.” You smiled at him again, picking up your chopsticks and setting down the spoon in the bowl of soup. Once you took the first bite of the main breakfast dish, a warmth and a feeling of comfort helped satiate your appetite.

“Do you like it?” He asked, almost halfway done with his meal.

“Do I like it?” You hovered your mouth with your hand, being respectful not to show your mouth full. “I absolutely love it. You cooked the eggs perfectly and the miso soup is delicious.”

“Well, thank you for the compliment. I’m glad you enjoy it.” He smiled with a little bit of food behind his teeth. You found it profound, but it was excusable to see him genuinely content. “I’m no chef, but this was the comfort meal I ate almost every morning back in Osaka. It brings back some of the good days because my grandmother used to make it for me before school.”

Oikawa stuffed his face quickly with the rest of his food, scraping some of the eggs off the plate. You looked down at your own, surprised at how quickly Oikawa ate his food as opposed to your plate not even halfway finished yet.

“You know, I was wondering, do you think Tokyo has better food than Osaka?”

“Of course not. The food’s always better in the south.”

“Oh really?” You swallowed, clearing your throat before looking back up at him. “I haven’t been to Osaka in a long time, perhaps I should visit again to jog my memory. Would you want to come with me?”

“No.”

You were startled by his quick negative response. “No?”

“Sorry, but no. I never plan to go back.”

Never?

You cocked an eyebrow with a confused look on your face, slightly frowning. It seemed to be a hit or miss whenever the city of Osaka was brought up in conversation. You didn’t realize his past experiences were bittersweet to Oikawa, as it sent back strong emotions whenever he referred back to that time.

“I’m confused as to what you mean by never…” You held your chopsticks still in between your fingers, not touching your nearly half eaten food anymore. “I thought Osaka was the place you grew up in? Isn’t your family back there too?”

“It’s a very long story to explain entirely. I don’t know if I want to talk about it.” He lowered his head with a somber expression, placing his plate, bowl and utensils into the sink.

“That’s all right. You don’t have to explain yourself right now.” You placed your chopsticks down on the plate, propping your elbows onto the counter as you rested your chin against your right palm. “I just want to let you know that I’m always here to listen if you need me too.”

Your free hand reached across the counter and touched the top of Oikawa’s hand, feeling his bones poke through his skin, along with the scabs and scratches of red along his knuckles. He looked up at you already staring straight at him, a soft smile on your face with an empathetic expression.

“I’m always interested in what you have to say, Tooru. I’d love to know more about you.”

Oikawa looked up at you, pursing his lips together before dropping his eyes back down. He parted his lips and exhaled a depressed sigh and stayed silent, his facial expression melancholic while his fist tensed up.

“The thing is…” He sighed and retracted his hand back from under yours, slipping it back against his side while lowering his head down slightly. “I’m just scared.”

“What are you scared of?”

“I’m scared of you.”

Your heart sank for a moment while your body froze in place. A chill ran down your spine as you remained silent, pondering on what his words meant. He was scared? Of you?

“Why would you be scared of me?” You sternly asked, still a little disheartened about the situation.

Oikawa looked up at you again, his eyebrows pinched with a worried expression. Simultaneously, he exhaled a large sigh and closed his eyes. “I’m scared you’re going to leave me.”

While unclenching his fists, he threw his head back and inhaled sharply before placing both of his hands in his pockets. He walked over to the other side of the counter, situating himself in the barstool next to you.

He reached over and grabbed your right hand, placing a soft, gentle kiss on top of your knuckles. Pulling away, Oikawa placed his left hand under your palm while his right rested on top, warming up your fingers. He stared at you with a blank expression, locking eyes with yours.

“I’m really scared that you’ll view me differently if I tell you anything about myself.” Oikawa squeezed your right hand in between his clammy palms, his hands slightly trembling. “I’m deeply ashamed of my past and everything involving that God-forsaken city.”

“Tooru, I wouldn’t do that, especially not to you.” You rested your left hand on his right forearm, caressing the tail of the dragon tattoo.

“You almost did last night,” Oikawa leaned in close to your ear and whispered, shivering from the thought of yesterday. He rested his head on your shoulder and let out a heavy sigh. “I was so afraid. I didn’t want you to go.”

“I’m really sorry for that, I didn’t know how much that affected you.” You brought your hand up to his head and caressed the back of his damp hair, pushing back the front of his bangs. “I just don’t want you to lie to me anymore. Please, just tell me the truth from now on.”

Oikawa looked up at you from your shoulder while you gave him a comforting look; your eyes slightly drooping while the corners of your mouth curled upwards into a soft smile. He returned one back, caressing his index finger slowly on the back of your hand.

“Now… with your permission, is it okay for me to know where you went off to last night with DK?”

Without hesitation this time around, Oikawa told you everything that happened last night, including the Nohebi Clan’s trap to lure in both him and Kuroo with the exact reason why. He explained his regret for accepting Mr. Sakanoshita’s offer to kidnap Mika Yamaka and Daishou’s planned revenge. In full detail, he explained how he accidentally killed her, his voice filled with mourn and regret.

Your stomach dropped down with a sinking feeling in the pit of your abdomen. When Oikawa mentioned Mika’s name and how she went to the University of Tokyo, you remembered exactly who she was. Mika Yamaka—she was your classmate.

It had been a while since you heard that name. She was not only your classmate but also your lab partner for one of your earlier chemistry classes two years ago. You two weren’t that close as she was only an acquaintance, but one day, she didn’t show up for the lab and you assumed she dropped out of the course. You never heard from her again or even saw her on campus.

You didn’t know she died. Mika was murdered and that’s exactly what happened to her. Unfortunately, it was all because of the man sitting right in front of you.

Oikawa then explained how Daishou planned to kidnap and kill you too as revenge for murdering Mika. The mention of your name upon Daishou’s tongue left a sour taste in your mouth, not to mention fueling a rage in Oikawa that he couldn’t even describe to you. After Daishou threatened to take your life, Oikawa took it upon himself to kill him instead with shooting three bullets straight into his skull.

Murdering all of the Nohebi clan, throwing their bodies into the Pacific Ocean, and cleaning up the crime scene—Oikawa explained everything that happened last night to you in great detail.

It was a lot to take in all at once, especially since he confessed to the murders. You tried your best to be as empathetic and understanding as possible, but somehow murder wasn’t necessarily sitting right with your conscious. Yet, you stayed calm and tried not to be overly reactive to the situation.

It clicked in your mind as to why he didn’t want you to know in the first place—being even remotely associated with him put you in immense danger. You thought about how you could have been kidnapped and murdered yourself; if Oikawa hadn’t killed Daishou, your fate would have ended exactly like Mika’s. Yet, he was the exact reason Daishou even considered hurting you in the first place out of spite to Oikawa.

You wondered if his actions were justified to protect you, or to protect himself. The consequences that arise from the decisions he made could catch up to him in the future; it’s the outcome you are most concerned for. Although you were glad Oikawa was finally being honest and transparent with you, there was a looming impediment fear in the back of your mind.

When he finished explaining, it looked like a large weight was lifted off his shoulders and allowed him to finally breathe again. You caressed his hand that remained on top of yours for the entire duration of his explanation. He looked up at you with his eyes gloomy, the same expressionless look with an underlying pity.

You placed your hand on his cheek, caressing the skin around his mouth. You didn’t notice it from before, but scratches aligned all throughout the bottom of his chin, all along his jaw. Leaning your body forward, you closed your eyes and softly kissed Oikawa’s lips, indirectly telling him everything was going to be okay for the moment.

You parted your lips slightly, gently pulling away from his. You stared into his beautiful brown eyes again, nothing but love could be seen through the pupils of his irises.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” you breathed on his lips, connecting your forehead with his. “It’s all that matters to me right now.”

He smiled, pulling you back in for another kiss. He held on tightly to your hands, slowly intertwining his fingers with yours. Swaying his lips back and forth, Oikawa kissed you slowly yet passionately, uncovering the romantic and loving side of himself. You’ve kissed him a thousand times, yet this kiss was the one to bring you on your knees. His bottom lip brushed against yours one last time, pulling back before connecting his forehead with yours again.

“Be with me.” Oikawa gently squeezed your palm, holding on tighter to your hand. “I want you to be mine.”

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Unsinkable ||j.jk|| — Chapter 6

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Description: The 1910s are the peak of passenger ships, it was also the peak of classism, Jungkook is a third class immigrant from Korea, and you are a first class “prisoner” not wanting to go back to a life of strict standards. Once you meet Jungkook, life seems worth living, but when tragedy strikes, will you guys make it out to live the life you planned?

Genre: Titanic AU, poor/artist!JK x rich!f reader, angst, fluff, very slight smut, forbidden love.

Warnings: ANGST, major character death, mention of grave injuries, blood, thoughts of death and drowning, descriptions of mass panic.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Jungkook was stressed, or maybe that was an understatement. He was almost able to get away from Yoongi's grip if it wasn't for the Master-at-Arms being right there. They left him in that room, handcuffed to a pipe whilst the aforementioned went back to the main deck to assist with the evacuation of the ship.

Jungkook didn't think that he would die in a sinking ship, he had done so many other dangerous things in his short life. He reminisced about the time he was ice fishing with Chris and the ice gave out underneath him, the water was so cold, but he was quick to get out. He’d been to those county fair roller coasters and gotten off just before a piece of the track fell apart. He didn’t usually consider himself to be lucky until now, when he realized he had taken all the other times he had escaped being seriously injured or worse for granted.

How long had he been handcuffed?

The room slowly filled more and more with water, slowly tipping over where he had to hold on to a pipe to ensure he wouldn't hurt himself or his wrist. He'd hoped his death would be quick, then again he'd known from a book one of his parisian muses let him read, that if pain is what you wanted, drowning was the way to go. He wished he could've seen you one more time, that he would have kissed your lips one more time.

His laments were interrupted by a door being broken open, and he was shocked to see you there, water almost up to your waist, accompanied by Chris and an ax. “Yn? Chris? What the hell are you doing?” He questioned as both of them pushed through the water to make it to him, “we're not going to let you die, Jungkookie,” Chris said.

Getting to Jungkook had been challenging, you had to escape your mother, Namjoon and Yoongi after they had dragged you to the first class staircase to wait, it took strength and you spitting on Namjoon's face, but you'd be damned to go live a life that would be worse than dying on this boat.

On your way down, you ran into three young men who you found rather quickly to be Jungkook’s friends, and at first, when all three found out what your lover's fate was, they wanted to go with you, Chris however, insisted if anything were to happen Jungkook would be angry if all four of them died.

It was a funny thing to have to think about at such a young age, death. They were all in their early 20s and you were barely 21, you had so much to live and yet right at this moment, it was uncertain whether you'd be alive in the next hour. Ultimately, Chris came with you because Jungkook had been his friend for the better part of 4 years, and he was not going to leave him to drown, at least not on his own.

Chris had walked you through how to use the ax and had you make a couple practice swings, before you moved on to your main target.

“You've got this darling, I know you won't hurt me,” Jungkook assured you, and you were doing your best to hold back your tears, because one wrong cut and you coming down here would be for nothing. But luckily that wasn't the case, the cuffs around his wrist split and now they were like two bracelets, you let go of the ax which made a big splash

He wasted no time bringing you into his arms, hugging you tightly and kissing your head, and then hugging Chris, “we have to go if we want to make it to a lifeboat with Taehyung and Jimin,” the latter said, and you all made your best effort to run since there was no way of telling when the next burst of water would make it through.

It was unfortunately too soon.

The water came quick as you ran to the last working elevator, it sounded like a stampede of horses was running through the ship, the sound ever close as you finally had started to notice a difference in the water's height, you were starting to see your feet again, although a little too late.

You heard a loud groan, seeing that Chris had fallen behind, “Chan!” You heard Jungkook call, was that also Chris' name? “There was a hole in the wood, my foot’s stuck,” he struggled as attempted to get his foot out, Jungkook immediately jumped to help him, trying his best to be gentle, “damn you and your big feet,” his doe eyes were filling with tears they could now see the water coming quickly toward them, if they didn't get him out of there quick enough they would be dragged back, and would likely die.

“I don't care if my foot is hurt, just pull me out”

You joined in their attempts at liberating the poor man, and the screams that followed made you nearly burst into tears, it was just in time, as his foot popped out — you didn't dare look at it, afraid of it's condition — the water gushed down the hallway, loud impact of the waves against the walls of the ship, running for the small box that would bring you up to the main deck.

But it wasn't there, the gate was closed, and the lift was gone from where you had left it. You could feel your eyes swell with tears. Was this how you were going to go? Drowned in a ship never to be seen again? Because your body would most likely stay with the ship, would it even survive the depths of the ocean?

“There's a staircase this way!” Chris yelled, you saw the two men starting to run and so did you. As the water level kept getting lower thanks to what you could only assume was the way the ship was sinking.

It took some time, but you made it up the main deck just in time to see the chaos and panic. Men rushed to help lower the lifeboats, as well as women of all classes yelling for their husbands as they were placed in boats, or yelling for their children as they frantically looked through the main deck.

“LUCY?! Please has anyone seen my Lucy?! I can't leave the ship without her!” A mother screamed next to you, running through the crowd of people, looking through every nook and cranny. You watched as she went inside the boat once more, and you hoped she would be able to get out if she went any lower than any of the higher decks.

Your attention was ripped away when you heard the sound of gunshots ring.

“NO!” You heard a loud scream, seeing a circle forming in front of one of the lifeboats. The voice sounded familiar, and you hadn't realized you were moving until you felt Jungkook's hand sliding into yours, “you move quickly through a crowd,” the small joke making you chuckle. It was refreshing and appreciated. You pushed through, and once you finally made it to the front of the circle you dropped Jungkook's hand.

Yoongi was crying over Namjoon's body.

“I told you to stay back, women and children only!” The officer standing with his gun drawn spat back. “So you shoot him?! You incompetent fuck?!” Yoongi's eyes seemed to have a never ending stream of tears, his voice uneven. You knew that Namjoon and him were close since childhood, Yoongi had been working with Namjoon for a long time, his dad had worked with the aforementioned's family before Yoongi started to years later.

You slowly walked up to Yoongi, placing your hand on his shoulder “WHAT?!” He turned to you, his features softening, something he'd never done toward you, you looked down to see your ex-betrothed, his white shirt had a large scarlet stain in his stomach. “Ynie?” You heard him call, “Yoongi hyung?”

“We're here Namjoon-ah,” Yoongi sobbed, even in his weak state, Namjoon's dimpled smile made an appearance, “I'm sorry for being for being an ass to you Ynie,” you couldn't help the few tears that spilled from your eyes, the dragon eyed man stared up at your lover, giving him a stern nod which the younger man reciprocated, you sobbed watching the wordless exchange. “Take good care of them hyung,” he sighed.

You watched as Namjoon's grip on Yoongi's shoulder was slowly losing strength, until the only thing keeping their hands together was Yoongi desperately holding onto his best friend. You watched as he continued to sob for a few more minutes, the crow's dispersing in their own panic trying to reach a lifeboat, until he only sniffled.

“Let's get out of here,” Yoongi said sternly, “where are the rest of your friends Jeon?”

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Thou Shalt Not Kill - Chapter 5

AU Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Summary: Reader is a detective and is assigned to a murder case which she soon connects with previous killings and figures out the religious affiliation, proving there is a new serial killer within the city. Reader soon becomes obsessed with the killers mind and methods and won’t rest until she figures out who the killer is. All while she gets used to working with her new partner on the case, detective Noah Davis.

Warnings: none really in this chapter other then the use of religion

Chapter Index Here

This chapter is slightly a filler but it’s also getting everything ready for the next one which is going to be long! A lot is a bout to happen haha so consider this the calm before the storm! I’m going to try and get chapter 6 out asap!

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MASTERLIST

It had been a week since the last lot of killings.

And you were no closer to catching the killer than you were at the beginning. It was now starting to take its toll on you.

The sleepless nights due to your mind not being able to shut off or the nightmares of the cases that plagued you. You sat up for hours going over every photo, every detail, playing the killers messages again and again.

The messages had started to come here and there, from him, taunting you.

‘Come on detective Y/L/N, you can do better then this’

‘I expected so much better from you my little angel’

‘Only a handful left to go…’

Or your personal favourite….

‘We live in a world filled with lawlessness. In most societies, murder, theft, adultery, deceit and perversity are commonplace. Many, even in religious communities and among human behavioral specialists, scoff at the idea of moral absolutes that apply universally. One man's morality, it is believed, is another man's immorality. What seems unnatural and abnormal to one is considered perfectly normal and natural for another.’

It made your blood boil how he mocked you, how he somehow had your personal number and yet he couldn’t be traced.

The press were having a field day with this, it was front page news and everyone was talking about it. People were too frightened to go out after dark or walk alone because they were terrified that the ‘10 commandments killer’ would find them and use them in his next masterpiece.

“Masterpiece….thats pretty much how he views it….he’s the artist and those people the art….its sick but he’s definitely a perfectionist”

You rested your head into your hands, not ready to face the day but you knew you had no choice.

Noah had been by your side near enough the entire time, helping you go over the case, finding new leads, dealing with people when you didn’t have the energy. Noah had even been round your apartment a few times with food just to make sure you’re eating, all the while saying that ‘if anyone could crack this case then it would be you’

He was definitely becoming a comfort to you, helping take the pressure off. You had learnt a lot about him as well, about how he originally dreamed of being in a band and that he played the guitar, how he detests subway (you learnt that when you suggested it for lunch and it was very quickly shut down) how he’s an animal lover and plays video games in his spare time.

You couldn’t help but want to know more about him and you found his laugh completely infectious. But you knew you couldn’t allow yourself to be distracted by him, it wouldn’t help the case at all.

“Back to it girl….no more day dreaming”

You walked over to your team of officers and they all looked up ready for your instructions, you noticed Noah wasn’t present so assumed he was doing another job so you decided to carry on without him.

“Right, I know it’s been tough and we haven’t had a new lead, however I now believe it’s time to think outside the box.”

“Detective?” One of the officers had a confused look on his face.

“I’ve been thinking that we need to widen our search, who’s to say that the killings started in LA? For all we know, this guy could have moved around, killed before but has never been caught. I know it will take time but I need you all to be cross referencing all the recent and older cold cases from the last year or so, further back if necessary but we need to rule out that he’s not killed before.”

“But that could take weeks!”

You looked over at Eddie Blake, an officer about your age or slightly older, he’d been making it known to you all week that he wasn’t happy with all of your decisions, he’d make a comment here or there or simply contradict you in from of the other officers. It was getting very tiresome.

“Yes officer Blake, that’s why I’m asking now”

He didn’t look happy.

“Well wouldn’t our time be better spent trying to solve this case instead of wasting time looking around other states when you have no reason or lead other than a hunch?”

“You’ll do what I ask you to do, understood?” You couldn’t help but snap at Eddie, his constant attitude was grating on you.

You took in a deep breath and looked up to see your boss, sergeant Matthews standing in the doorway, he nodded his head to your office and you knew you were in for a stern word.

“I’m sorry, look I know this has been hard but I really do think we need to rule out all possibilities. So everyone please get to it, it will be tedious but it could pay off in the long run. As you were”

You walked off to your office where Matthews was waiting.

“I’m sorry sir, I shouldn’t have snapped at officer Blake like that”

“No you shouldn’t however I’m more concerned about you Y/L/N. No offence but you look like shit”

You let out a giggle at his bluntness.

“Thanks”

“I just mean that you look like you need a break, maybe this case is too much for you. I can have you signed off for a bit and let detective Davis take over for a whi…”

“NO!….I mean, no thank you sir, I’m perfectly fine, just need to lay off the coffee I imagine”

Sergeant Matthews gave you a look that clearly said he didn’t believe your words.

“Running yourself into the ground isn’t going to help anyone, certainly not the victims or their families. And a case like this, no one would judge you if it was becoming too much”

You sighed as you looked around the room.

“Sir I don’t deny that I could definitely use some more sleep but I promise, I’m fine to carry on, I need to carry on! I feel we are so close to a proper lead.”

“Alright. I’ll keep you on for now detective Y/L/N but one more incident and I’ll take you off the case”

With that sergeant Matthews left your office, you sat down at your desk and put your head into your hands, tears brimming in your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

Knock, knock

You looked up to see Noah stood there looking concerned.

“Are you ok?”

You nodded “yeah….no, not really. Sergeant Matthews thinks that I might need a break from the case…he wanted to remove me from it”

Noah came and sat next to you.

“Well then he’s stupid, no one would ever have connected half the leads together that you have, you’re the person thats actually found any answers and has the biggest chance of catching the sick fuck who’s doing this?”

You smiled at Noah, he always knew what to say to make you feel better.

“Thanks Noah, I’m sure that…”

“Don’t even try and say that someone else could be as good, because it’s simply not true, you’re the smartest person I’ve ever known…and the most beautiful”

You felt your cheeks go warm at Noah’s compliment, you stared into his brown eyes and smiled slightly.

“And you’re the biggest charmer I’ve ever known”

“It’s a gift”

You giggled and turned away to pick up some files, I need some of these copied, fancy a walk down the hall?”

Noah smiled and stood up “And they say this job isn’t exciting”

You both walked in a comfortable silence out of your office, you had definitely become more comfortable around Noah, you’d be lying if you said you wasn’t attracted to him, he was gorgeous, a blind man could see that, and the odd dream of him was still happening here and there. However you still refused to act on anything, you needed to stay focused.

As you went to turn a corner you suddenly heard Eddie Blake talking to someone.

“All I’m saying is that clearly detective Y/L/N isn’t up for the job, have you seen her recently? She looks like she’s not slept in weeks and isn’t making the right decisions. If I had her position, I’d be doing things so differently, maybe then we’d actually be getting somewhere in this case”

His voice got lower and lower to signify he was walking away with whoever he was talking to, the knot in stomach was very present and the anger was rising in your chest.

“Who the hell does he think he is? I’m going to go talk to him about respecting his superiors”

You grabbed onto Noah’s arm.

“No Noah it’s ok, let him go, he’s just jealous and mouthing off, he’s wanted my job for a while now and clearly doesn’t like how a woman got the position over him”

“Well maybe if he could actually put two brain cells together then he’d get the job”

••••••

Later that evening, after a fairly uneventful day, you found yourself sitting with Noah in your apartment, food long been eaten and you had a drink in your hands, a scene that felt very familiar but this time, you were definitely more relaxed.

“So tell me more about you Noah, what’s something that not many people know about?”

Noah laughed slightly.

“Well I doubt many at the office would know but I’m a pretty big anime fan”

You hadn’t missed that you were both sat close to each other again, this wasn’t unusual for you now, his presence was very comforting.

“Oh really? That your big secret eh?”

You laughed with him and took another slip of your drink.

“Oh I’m sure there are more things, I just can’t think of them at the moment”

“So what’s one of your favourite anime’s then?”

Noah sat back and had a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Got to be death note, it’s a classic and so good!”

You shook your head. “Nope, never heard of it”

Noah rested his arm across the back of the sofa and leaned back more while drinking from his own wine glass.

“Fancy giving it a go? It’s about a high school student who is able to kill anyone in the world with a notebook called the death note which belongs to a shinigami, a god of death. However Light only kills criminals as he believes they truly deserve it, all the while he is being hunted down by L the detective who’s incredibly intelligent. It’s a really good show”

You nodded.

“It does sound interesting, so Light is a bad guy then?”

“Well that’s the grey area, is he truly bad if he’s getting rid of the criminals or is he the hero?”

You shook your head and finished your second glass of wine.

“No one has the right to play god”

“Well how about I put it on and you can decide for yourself”

You smiled and refilled your glass.

“Sure, why not”

Noah found death note and got the first episode up, it certainly peaked your interest and had you making the odd comment here or there.

You felt yourself becoming even more relaxed as you watched the tv, your wine long forgotten about on the table and eventually you didn’t realise it, but you nodded off on Noah’s shoulder, the lack of sleep finally catching up to you.

Chapter 6

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