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slut4thebroken · 2 days ago

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Blessing and a Curse

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Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | super soldier seed type shi

Warnings | Smut, oral, face fucking, deep throating, praise, humiliation, come eating, facial, spit kink?, bukkake.

Words | 1.1 k

Notes | Also btw idk if bukakke is right, but a Reddit post said it’s not the amount of people, but the amount of come that matters so idc lol.

Ao3 link | <3

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Kinktober | day 21: bakkake + come eating

Bucky gathered your hair in one hand to start bobbing your head up and down on his cock, fucking your mouth slowly. Your jaw was already aching, struggling to accommodate his size, but you did your best.

“Deep breath, doll.” He held you in place with your lips wrapped around the tip and you knew what to expect, so you took in a deep breath through your nose. He pushed you down slowly and you tried to repress your gag reflex when he hit the back of your throat. He continued applying pressure though, not stopping until his thick cock popped past your throat barrier. You squeezed your thighs together at the low, guttural moan he let out and looked up at him, making him curse under his breath.

“Good girl.” He grunted, holding you in place for a few seconds before slowly pulling you back, starting a steady pace. You still choked and gagged every once in a while when his cock pushed into your throat, but his grip remained firm, not letting you move away. Even when your body convulsed with a violent gag and you clawed at his thighs, he wasn’t deterred. “Take it.” He growled, releasing your hair to grab your head instead. He held you completely still, then started rocking his hips, gradually increasing the pace until tears were brimming in your eyes and saliva was sputtering out of your mouth, rolling down your chin.

The serum definitely had its pros and cons, even for you. The size difference always gave you butterflies and his strength never failed to turn you on. But sometimes his stamina was actual hell— He could fuck your face for hours if he really wanted to. Sometimes that was a good thing, like when you were doing a scene that lasted multiple hours before the main event, but most of the time it meant that you’d be especially sore afterwards. He was almost always gentle because of how terrified he was of hurting you, but his cock was just so big that even when he tried his best to not be too rough, you ended up with a bruised cervix or throat anyway.

You had already been teasing his cock for a while before he took over, suckling on the tip and bobbing up and down, never taking him in your throat. He had even let you lick and suck his balls while you slowly pumped his cock— You always loved whenever he was able to be patient enough to let you enjoy yourself and worship him properly.

However, all of that meant that you were already getting worn out. You and Bucky haven’t had any time for intimacy in over a week though, so you silently hoped he’d be pent up enough that this wouldn’t last a really long time…

He continued fucking your throat, occassionally letting you pull away to cough and catch your breath. Finally, after probably 15 minutes of that, his sounds were getting louder and his thrusts more frantic.

He suddenly yanked you off and grabbed your hair with one hand, using the other to rapidly fist his cock. You knew what was coming— pun intended— so you opened your mouth and waited.

This was another side effect of the serum that was both a blessing and a curse, depending on the circumstances. If you had time to clean everything up, it could be amazing, but if not… well, the mess was a pain in the ass to deal with.

Hot come suddenly shot out of his cock, landing on your face, startling you out of your thoughts. You moaned and opened your mouth wider, hoping to catch some inside, but that usually wasn’t a problem. He let out a grunt as his grip on your hair tightened almost painfully— but still somehow being overly cautious too.

Thick ropes of his seed were covering your entire face— Some landing in your mouth, some in your hair, and some on your brow bone, forcing you to close your eyes when it rolled down. You could feel globs of it dripping off of your face onto your chest.

When you thought he was done, there was always more. After a while though, once almost the entire surface of your face was covered, he aimed the rest into your mouth. You didn’t swallow, and just let it pool there, moaning at the taste and how much you were getting— most likely also because of how long it’s been for both of you.

Finally, after another few seconds, he let out a satisfied grunt and loosened his grip on your hair, but didn’t let go completely. “Good girl.” He gruffed. You waited with your mouth open, knowing he only wanted you to swallow after he gave you permission. “Scoop it off your face and put it in your mouth.” He ordered, panting quietly as he recovered.

You reached up and started with your eyes, swiping up the come and depositing it into your mouth. It still heavily coated your lashes, but you were at least able to open your eyes now. After that, you pushed all of the come that was on your cheeks, nose, and chin into your mouth, then wiped up the come on your forehead, depositing that into your mouth as well. When you finished, you looked up at him, waiting for his next command.

“All of it.” He said sternly, glancing at your chest. You blindly reached down and felt around for it until the majority was scooped onto your fingers, then added that to the almost overflowing pool of come in your mouth. “Good girl.” He smirked, leaning down. You blushed at the proximity, but couldn’t move even if you wanted to because of his hand in your hair. When he spit into your open mouth, you let out a choked moan, the ache in your cunt getting even worse. “Swallow.” You closed your lips and had to swallow twice to get all of it down. When you opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, he gave you a proud smile.

“Such a good girl…” He cooed, releasing your hair to flatten his hand on the back of your head, petting your hair gently. “Fuck— you always take it so good, doll.” He groaned under his breath, as if he was talking to himself, rather than actually giving you a compliment. You blushed and looked away bashfully under his intense gaze as he studied you. The sight of your eyelashes still clumped together and the faint glow on your skin from the residue of his come had his cock stirring back to life in seconds, already eager for more.

“Tell you what, princess,” he said, wrapping a hand around his cock, stroking slowly, “be a good little girl for me and bend over, okay? I want to fuck you while you lick up the mess you made.” He smirked, glancing down at the drops of your spit and his come that had landed on the flood.

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader smut #kinktober 2024 #kinktober

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arxiwon · 2 days ago

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Boyfriend!Jake – Fluff Compilation 💛✨

Summary: If Jake was your boyfriend, every day would feel like a warm hug, filled with love, laughter, and the softest, sweetest moments. Here’s a compilation of the adorable things he would do for you!

Warnings: none || Genre: fluff

Morning Calls & Sleepy Whispers ☀️

Boyfriend!Jake is the type to call you first thing in the morning just to hear your groggy voice. His tone is soft, still heavy with sleep, as he mumbles, “Good morning, baby… Did you sleep well?” If you’re still half-asleep, he’ll chuckle and tease, “You sound so cute right now. Should I let you sleep more, or do you want me to keep talking?”

If he’s physically with you, expect him to pull you into his arms, burying his face in your neck, refusing to let you leave the bed. “Just five more minutes…” he mumbles. (It always turns into thirty.)

Protective & Jealous Jake 🐶💢

Boyfriend!Jake is usually chill, but the moment he sees someone flirting with you? His eyebrows furrow, and he gets extra clingy. He’ll casually slip his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. “Hey, babe,” he says in an overly sweet tone, just to make sure the other person knows you’re taken.

Later, when you’re alone, he pouts dramatically. “You’re too pretty. It’s a problem.”

You laugh, pinching his cheek. “You’re so jealous.”

“Me? Nooo,” he denies with a teasing smirk, but the way he tightens his grip on your hand says otherwise.

Jake’s Love for Cuddles & Head Pats 💕

Boyfriend!Jake is obsessed with physical affection. If you’re sitting next to him, expect him to rest his head on your shoulder or pull you into his lap. If you’re lying down together, he’ll stroke your hair absentmindedly, whispering, “You feel so nice.”

Whenever he’s stressed, he buries his face in your neck, taking deep breaths. “I think I recharge when I’m with you,” he admits softly.

And when you’re upset? He cups your face in his hands, gently rubbing his thumb over your cheek. “Tell me what’s wrong, love. I’m here.”

Surprise Dates & Thoughtful Gestures 🌸💌

Boyfriend!Jake is the king of planning cute surprise dates. One day it’s a late-night drive with your favorite songs blasting, the next it’s a cozy movie night where he sets up a blanket fort just for the two of you.

He always remembers the little things—your coffee order, your favorite snack, the song you were obsessed with last week. “I saw this at the store and thought of you,” he says casually, handing you something small but meaningful.

When he’s away on tour, he leaves little notes for you to find. “I miss you already, but don’t forget to eat! Love you, sunshine.”

Over-the-Top Cheering & Boyfriend Pride 📢🏆

Boyfriend!Jake hypes you up for everything. Got a small achievement at work or school? He’s celebrating like you won an award. “MY BABY IS AMAZING!” he yells, throwing his hands in the air.

If you’re doing something simple, like cooking or playing a game, he still hypes you up. “LOOK AT YOU GO! You’re so talented, babe.”

He’s also the type to flex you to his friends. “Yeah, my girlfriend’s the best, obviously,” he brags, and he means every word.

Late-Night Talks & Deep Conversations 🌙💭

Boyfriend!Jake loves staying up late with you, just lying in bed and talking about everything—your dreams, your fears, your childhood memories.

“I wanna know everything about you,” he says, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Even the small things.”

Sometimes, he talks about his worries too, and you hold his hand tightly, reassuring him. “You don’t have to be strong all the time, Jake. I’m here for you too.”

And in that moment, he knows—he’s completely, hopelessly in love with you.

“I Love You” in a Million Different Ways 💖

Boyfriend!Jake doesn’t just say “I love you.” He shows it in a million little ways.

“Drive safe, text me when you get home.”

“Wear my hoodie, it looks cuter on you anyway.”

“Here, take my last bite. I know you love it.”

“I made you a playlist. Listen to it when you miss me.”

Every day with Jake is filled with warmth, laughter, and the soft kind of love that makes you feel at home.

Boyfriend!Jake totally gives off that super sweet, affectionate, and playful boyfriend energy! 🥹💛 He just seems like the type who would always hype you up, spoil you with love, and make sure you feel safe and appreciated. Plus, with how much he loves music and his goofy-yet-soft personality, I can totally imagine him randomly serenading you or getting all pouty when he's jealous.

#enhypen au #enhypen x reader #enhypen jake #enhypen scenarios #enhypen #sim jaeyun #sim jaehyun x reader #jake x reader #jake fluff #enhypen fluff #oneshot #enhypen imagines #romance

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antinousletmehit · 3 days ago

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˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 16 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⋆˚࿔ Book 2 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇not much, besides Raphael

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The moon hung high over the rocky cliffs of Skiaphos as Telemachus and his men worked quickly, setting up camp in a secluded grove just beyond the palace’s reach. The salty sea breeze mingled with the scent of damp earth and pine as torches flickered, casting long shadows across the makeshift encampment. “Keep the fires low,” Telemachus ordered, his voice hushed but firm. “We don’t want to be spotted.”

Acrisios and Pisistratus were already overseeing the setup of tents and securing the weapons they had managed to carry. The rest of the men some exhausted from rowing, others still jittery from their tense arrival, worked efficiently under their commanders’ sharp eyes. Druses was sharpening his blade by the fire, his expression unreadable as he tested the edge against his thumb. “You really think she’s still in that palace?” he asked, glancing at Telemachus. “It’s been a year, hasn’t it?”

Telemachus didn’t hesitate. “She’s there.” His grip tightened on the hilt of his sword. “I know she is.”

Antinous, pacing like a caged beast, let out a bitter scoff. “And while we sit here playing house, she’s trapped with him.” He spat the word like venom. “I should be marching up there and gutting that bastard where he stands.”

“You should be shutting up and sitting down,” Pisistratus snapped. “You think we don’t all want to storm that palace? But if we move too soon, we die before we even reach her.”

Antinous whirled on him, eyes blazing. “And you’re fine with waiting? With him touching her every single day—”

Druses groaned and leaned back. “Here we go again.”

Before Antinous could lunge at him, Florus who had been tending to the food rations, cleared his throat. “How about we focus on not dying first?” He tossed a bag of dried fruit toward Eurymachus and Cassander, who had been loitering near the edge of camp. “That means eating, resting, and not stabbing each other before the real fight begins.”

Cassander caught the bag with a smirk. “I’m just here for the women.”

Eurymachus elbowed him. “And the glory.”

Pisistratus sighed heavily. “I should’ve stayed in Ithaca.”

Telemachus rubbed his temples before turning to Acrisios. “Double the watch rotation. We don’t know when they’ll notice us, but it won’t take long.” Acrisios nodded, already picking men for the first shift. As the camp settled into a restless quiet, Telemachus moved to the edge of the trees, staring up at the palace that loomed in the distance. Somewhere within those walls, y/n was waiting. And he would not leave without her.

——

Y/n sat on the lavish bed, her wrists still aching from where he had chained her before. Her body felt heavy, her mind even more so. No matter how much she fought, no matter how much she cried, Raphael always found a way to drag her back into his grasp, sometimes with threats, sometimes with empty sweetness, and sometimes with sheer force. She had long since stopped reacting to his taunts, his sick displays of affection, his delusions of love. She just stared at him now, eyes dull, lips pressed into a thin line.

Raphael, lying beside her with that insufferable grin, reached over and casually squeezed her breast. “Honk honk.” She slowly turned her head to look at him, her expression blank, eyes heavy with exhaustion. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away, just stared at him as if she were staring into the abyss itself.

“…Really?” she finally muttered.

Raphael chuckled, entirely unbothered. “What? Thought you could use some humor in your life, little birdie.”

She exhaled slowly through her nose, dragging a hand down her face. “I think I’m too tired to even be disgusted.”

He just smirked, clearly entertained by her misery. “Guess I’ll have to work harder to get a reaction out of you.” She rolled her eyes and turned away, already regretting acknowledging him at all.

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Florus knelt on the damp earth, his fingers carefully pressing seeds into the soil. With Demeter’s blessing, they would sprout quickly, providing their camp with much needed food. He whispered a quiet prayer, feeling the familiar warmth of the goddess’s favor as the ground beneath him pulsed with life.

But then—something felt off.

A faint tremor ran through the earth, subtle at first, but unmistakable. It wasn’t the gentle hum of nature responding to his gift, it was rhythmic, unnatural. Footsteps. Many of them. His heart pounded as he pressed his hand against the ground, closing his eyes to focus. The vibrations grew stronger, heavier, too organized to be animals. Soldiers.

His blood turned cold.

Florus shot to his feet, his unfinished planting forgotten. He sprinted back toward the camp, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. As soon as he reached the outskirts, he nearly crashed into Telemachus, who was inspecting their supplies. “They’re coming.” Florus barely got the words out before doubling over, trying to catch his breath.

Telemachus straightened immediately, his expression sharpening. “Who?”

“Soldiers.” Florus pointed behind him. “I felt them—marching. Too many for a patrol. They know we’re here.”

That was all Telemachus needed to hear. He turned toward the camp and shouted, “Get ready for battle!” Men scrambled to their weapons, the tension rising like a wave about to crash. Antinous, already restless for a fight, grabbed his sword with a grin, while Acrisios cursed under his breath, checking their defenses.

As the sound of approaching soldiers grew louder, Florus swallowed hard. The war was about to begin. The battlefield was chaos, exactly how Druses liked it. His sword cut through the air like a reaper’s scythe, slicing through enemy ranks with ruthless precision. Blood painted the ground beneath him, the metallic scent thick in the air. The Skiaphos soldiers barely had time to react before he tore through them, his long black hair whipping around him like a dark halo.

Beside him, Antinous was no less brutal. If Druses was calculated, Antinous was sheer, unrelenting fury. He fought with the rage of a man who had been caged too long, his strikes fueled by something deeper than vengeance. Every enemy before him was Raphael, every blade he swung a punishment for the bastard who stole his sister. A soldier lunged at Druses, but he sidestepped effortlessly, driving his blade through the man’s stomach before ripping it out in one swift motion. Another charged, only to be met with a boot to the chest, sending him sprawling before Druses ended him with a downward strike to the stomach.

Antinous, meanwhile, was pure carnage. His sword cut through flesh as if it was nothing more but glass, his eyes burning with madness. A Skiaphos soldier begged for mercy, Antinous only laughed before running him through. Another tried to strike him from behind, but Antinous spun, slashing the man’s throat without hesitation. Blood splattered across his face, but he didn’t even flinch.

Then, in the thick of battle, it happened.

A spear came flying from the side, catching Antinous off guard. It struck him hard in the ribs, knocking him onto his back with a sickening thud. The world blurred around him as pain seared through his body.

For a moment, everything was still.

Then—

GET UP.

The voice was deep, thunderous, vibrating through his skull like a war drum. It didn’t belong to any of his comrades. It wasn’t even his own thoughts. It was something else. Something ancient. Something powerful. His fingers twitched. His breathing steadied. His heart thundered in his chest, not from fear, but from something raw, something primal. Antinous’s body moved before his mind could catch up. He shoved himself off the ground, ignoring the pain, eyes burning with newfound wrath.

The soldier who had hit him barely had time to react before Antinous pounced, his sword slamming into the man’s chest with such force that it cracked armor. He twisted the blade viciously, wrenching it free before slicing the man’s throat open for good measure. And he didn’t stop. His movements became sharper, faster, inhuman. The Skiaphos warriors who had begun to feel a flicker of hope when they saw him fall now cowered as he cut them down like they were nothing.

Druses, who had been enjoying himself, actually paused to watch the massacre. He arched a brow, smirking as he flicked blood off his blade. “Well, well,” he mused. “Looks like someone woke up pissed.”

But Antinous wasn’t listening.

He was in a trance. A blood fueled frenzy.And somewhere, deep inside his mind, He watched with satisfaction.

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Druses and Antinous trudged back to camp, their bodies slick with sweat and blood, most of it not their own. The remnants of their slaughter trailed behind them, Skiaphos soldiers left in pieces, their corpses already attracting the buzz of flies. The battle had been short, almost disappointing in its brevity. Druses rolled his shoulders, stretching out the stiffness from swinging his blade so much. “Well, that was fun,” he said lazily, wiping a splatter of blood from his cheek. He glanced at Antinous, who was walking stiffly, his left side suspiciously rigid.

“You’re bleeding,” Druses pointed out, eyeing the deep gash on Antinous’s ribs where the spear had struck him.

Antinous scoffed. “It’s nothing.”

Druses arched a brow. “That nothing is leaking all over the ground.” Antinous kept walking. His face was set in a scowl, his jaw clenched as if sheer willpower alone would keep him upright. The pain was obvious, but he refused to acknowledge it.

Druses sighed. “Alright, if you’re gonna be stupid about this—”

Before Antinous could react, Druses punched him, right in the wound. A sharp, strangled groan tore from Antinous’s throat as he doubled over, his hands instinctively flying to his side. His knees nearly buckled, and for a moment, he looked murderous.

“You fucking—”

Druses smirked. “Oh? Thought you said it was nothing?”

Antinous was breathing heavily, glaring at Druses like he wanted to throttle him. “Touch me again, and I’ll rip your hair off.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Druses waved him off. “Get your ass patched up before you actually drop dead. If you die before we get your sister back, it’ll be so embarrassing.” Antinous seethed for a moment before begrudgingly shoving past Druses toward the camp’s healers. Druses just grinned, pleased with himself.

“You’re welcome,” he called after him.

Florus, who had been tending to the camp rushed over. He took one look at Antinous’s injury and sighed. “You’re going to bleed out if you keep this up,” he said bluntly. “Let’s go.” Antinous almost refused. But then Druses lifted a threatening fist again, and he decided it wasn’t worth the trouble. With a begrudging grumble, he allowed Florus to drape an arm around his shoulders, supporting him as they walked toward the healing tent.

Druses watched them go, smirking. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Antinous shot him one last glare before disappearing into the tent. Druses just chuckled to himself. Idiot.

Eurymachus and Telemachus watched as Antinous begrudgingly allowed Florus to tend to his wound. The sight was almost unnatural—Antinous, the same man who had been barking orders, slaughtering soldiers like it was a sport, now sitting still as his wound was cleaned and bandaged. Eurymachus snorted, crossing his arms. “Well, well, well. Would you look at that? Our fearless warrior is letting himself be nursed like a helpless maiden.”

Telemachus smirked. “Next thing you know, he’ll be in the kitchens cooking like a proper woman.”

Eurymachus feigned a gasp, nudging Telemachus. “Imagine! Antinous, with an apron on, baking bread. Maybe even sewing! I can see it now, our mighty brute, reduced to a housewife!”

Antinous slowly turned his head toward them, his eyes dark. Florus, who was finishing the bandages, sighed, already sensing what was about to happen. “You two are going to—”

CRACK

Before he could finish, Antinous lunged. His fist collided hard with Eurymachus’s jaw, sending him stumbling back. “Ow! Shit!” Eurymachus clutched his face, groaning. “What the fuck was that for?”

Antinous cracked his knuckles, his glare sharp enough to pierce through steel. “Say that again, you smug little shit.”

Eurymachus rubbed his jaw, glaring but grinning despite the pain. “Touched a nerve, did we?”

Telemachus held up his hands in surrender, chuckling. “Alright, alright, let’s not start a war within our own ranks.”

Antinous scoffed, leaning back as Florus tried to continue tending to him. “If he keeps running his mouth, I will start one.”

Eurymachus, still massaging his sore jaw, muttered under his breath. “Housewife Antinous has anger issues…”

Antinous lunged again. This time, Telemachus had to physically hold him back. Antinous lunged again, and this time, Telemachus and Florus had to act fast. Telemachus immediately grabbed Antinous’s arm, locking it in place before he could throw another punch at Eurymachus. Florus, always one to enjoy the chaos but not wanting Antinous to actually kill their crewmate, wrapped his arms around Antinous’s waist from behind, lifting him slightly off the ground.

“Let me go, you bastards!” Antinous snarled, his muscles tensing as he struggled against their grip. “I swear to the gods, I’ll rip his tongue out!”

Eurymachus, still rubbing his bruised jaw, smirked, unfazed. “You’d have to catch me first, princess.”

That did it.

Antinous kicked wildly, nearly knocking Telemachus off balance. Florus had to tighten his grip, practically bear hugging him to keep him from launching forward. “Damn, he’s strong—stop moving, you lunatic!”

“Let me at him!” Antinous roared, his eyes wild with fury. He thrashed, trying to shake them off, but even with all his strength, Telemachus and Florus were both holding him back.

“Think of y/n!” Telemachus finally shouted, desperation creeping into his voice. That made Antinous halt—for just a second. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving.

Florus, still straining to hold him, grunted. “Thank you, that worked.”

Eurymachus, ever the shit stirrer, smirked again. “Not much of a housewife if he can’t control his temper—”

Antinous lunged again.

“GODS DAMN IT—HOLD HIM!” Telemachus yelled as he and Florus struggled to keep him from murdering Eurymachus right then and there.

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baambied · 4 hours ago

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𝒀𝑶𝑼'𝑹𝑬 𝑵𝑶 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑬, 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀 𝑰 𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝒀𝑶𝑼. . . .

𝑽𝑨𝑴𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑬 / 𝑹𝑶𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑲𝑨

𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔/𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒔

cw nsfw blood gore manipulation death/killing headcannon with plot blood sucking/eating vulgar language drunk man bothers reader possessive!sevika hot makeout session finger sucking tension yearning

here....sevika is loosley inspired by 𝑳𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕

vampire/rockstar!sevika ✗ human!femreader

m.list

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who had achieved immortality in the early 1700s, at the age of 34 in france . . . the person who made her happen to have the most ancient blood known to all vampires, that blood now in her making her stronger, faster, more advanced than any other vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who . . even though being alive for 100s of years, moving from city to city, she still has that french accent laced in her voice, making her even more captivating to humans other than her appearance.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who slowly discovers how she is capable of more other than advanced strength and fast speed. . . learning how mortals were below her kind, learning how much power she had over the human mind. . if sevika wanted to, she could compel a whole group of humans and use them as mindless puppets.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to control her thirst around humans, which is something lots of vampires have a hard time doing, took her years to accomplish this.. but she can't lie. . she'd slip up sometimes .. draining the blood of tons of humans in her pastime.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who went on a killing rampage in the 1700s after she was turned, letting out any anger, disgust,disbelief she held against herself for her new life, draining almost any human in sight mainly targeting ones who evil, who have done evil things.

acting on impulse and personal desire for blood. In her early vampire nature, she saw these acts as a thrill, viewing it as a natural part of her existence of a vampire.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who doesn't have a coven and prefers to wander, moving from place to place, meeting new and different people, learning new languages.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who always had a passion for music, i mean, she watched how music drastically changed over time. . . how it became more improved. it fascinated her how something so beautiful could get even better...sure she loved the jazz era in the later 1900s, but she also loved the new era sounds too.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who learned how to play every instrument in the book during her 100 years of walking on this earth

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is now living in the 1990s. .a drummer in a popular rock band.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who loves the feeling of being on stage, the feeling of the stage lights beaming on her cold skin, hearing the cheers from the crowds - the women cheering, women who happens to have the hots for the buff, muscular, pretty looking drummer. . .screaming her name 'sevika! sevika!' like a prayer out of a bible. . . she needed this no - .. she yearned for this.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who sometimes invited women backstage to her dressing room - calling them her personal groupies , she'd get the talking, but she never paid attention to their words or how much they loved her when in reality sevika knew they just wanted her to fuck them - not that she minded.

but she'd mainly paid attention to the thumping in their chest, their veins pulsing underneath the soft skin...she used her words...manipulate them...almost like mind control, get them thinking this whole situation wasn't real, was just a figment of their imagination- maybe even a dream before piercing her sharp fangs into the side of their neck, letting the thick blood hit her throat.

she doesn't kill them, just drinks enough to satisfy her thirst, then stopping before their heart stops beating, the women would wake up in the comfort of their own homes the next day, light-headed with no memory of last night in their brain...just the throbbing sting on the side of their neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who nearly loses her self-restraint on stage just by smelling your sweet scent of blood in the crowd, her silver sharp eyes immediately finding your beaming doe brown ones in the crowd of people, her eyes almost staring through you, watching your veins pulse under your skin, watching the sweat roll down your neck, hearing your fast heart thumping in your chest as your adrenaline was high by the atmosphere of the concert...

if it weren't for you suddenly going to the bathroom, she would have drained you right there in the crowd in front of all these human eyes.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - accidently slips up and sucks a stage manager dry the same night, just so she can soothe the ache in her throat.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who thinks she doesn't have to see you anymore after the night - smell you anymore. . . . but oh boy, she was wrong.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is shocked when you end up being the groups new stylist, with hair and clothing.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who won't let you touch or dress her - or even fix her hair and clothes even though you're supposed to, and that's what you were hired to do. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who ignores you for the first 4 weeks - staying away from you like you were the plague that could get her sick within seconds.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finally gets used to your sickly sweet scent enough to actually let you fix her clothes and hair.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who notices how you just couldn't keep your eyes on her glistening chest that was shown due to a few of her buttons being undone on her shirt, you're eyes even widened at the imprint of nipple piercings from under her shirt where her breast were covered - to this sevika can't help but smirk at your wandering eyes.

at this moment, you were currently fixing sevika's belts that had gone loose. . . the belt wasn't meant to hold up her pants but was there for the style instead, silver chains hanging from them so anytime she moved your hear, her dark red button up that was once closed now opened showing the middle of her chest.

even though she was sweating, it didn't look like she was out of breath. . . you noticed this, but just thought she may have good cardio or something.

but. .you couldn't help but stare at her chest, your breath catching in your throat as you saw the imprint of what seemed to be piercings on her nipples, you couldn't help but wonder how they looked without being covered.

"see something you like? mon chèrie.." you felt as if your heart leaped out your chest at her voice, her deep voice - husky tone with a french accent laced in it, that itself had you captivated by her. . you've heard she was from france, yet you've never heard her talk. . . . and my god it was so attractive.

"i - i no. . . I'm fine.." you respond with a flustered look on your face, looking up you could feel your knees buckle seeing as she was staring at you, her sharp gray eyes gazing at you causing an almost chilling ambience that made you shiver.

sevika then looked away, a huge smirk on her face as if she had just heard something that she wasn't exactly supposed to, her teeth showing as she smiled, making you catch her long canine teeth.

"une créature tellement intéressante. . ." the immortal mumbled before walking away, you stood in the same spot, confusion drenched on your face as you didn't understand her sentence - yet it still left a strange warm feeling in your stomach, a feeling that didn't feel quite comfortable, a feeling that felt good but dangerous to have at the same time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who finds herself indulged in a conversation with you, and during this, you can't help but realize how intriguing this woman is. . .how her sentences seemed so perfect, almost as if they were rehearsed, how she tends to speak as if she is from a different timeline, anytime she'd say something in french it caused a spark in you. . . she was perfect. . .so perfect in your eyes. . so deniably perfect.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - sevika, who slowly grows more comfortable around you, yet still has to ignore the urge to sank her fangs down in your neck.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who starts to feel emotions in her vampire form that hasn't been felt since she was human, it makes her grimace in distaste at the thought, the thought of being with you. . . ruining you. . . people would call her the walking devil on earth, using human blood to quench her thirst, not being able to go outside due to sunlight. .

the night holding all her secrets , shame, and guilt . . . and loneliness and the certain bloodlust urges that couldn't been seen when the night grew into a bright daylight. she was a monster. she did monstrous things. . .she couldn't be with you, someone who was way too good for this planet, to kind for their own good. she couldn't ruin that....couldn't ruin you.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who just can not keep her feelings in check, so she starts ignoring you once more like she did when you first started working, like you were the plague of the next century.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who is walking home from a pub one night, darkness surrounding the night sky, only thing heard was the steps of her shoes hitting the pavement , when suddenly her ears caught the sound of yelling nearby. . . coming from an alleyway, she slowly walks to the ally, her silver eyes looking at the scene displayed in front of her , not supirsed when she finds a drunken man bothering a women she couldn't see the face of , a sight she has seen countless of times throughout her years, she could smell the bourbon seeping through the man's skin causing her to cringe, it was truly disgusting.

she rolled up her sleeves of her white button up and walked closer, the man not yet noticing her presence...before sevika could act, she caught a whiff of a very familiar scent. . a sweet so fucking alluring scent.

once sevika realized that the woman infront for her, is, in fact, you, for some unknown reason, this sends her into a frenzy - something about seeing you useless against your will by a drunken - disgusting pig of a man made her so damn furious.

it was like she suddenly snapped . . edged with anger, those human feelings that she had buried weeks ago creeping back into her head.

within seconds, she was like the wind behind the man roughly grabbing the back of his suit and pulling him away from you and in a flash the man's body was hitting the other side of the ally wall, bricks even breaking from the building at sevika's supernatural strength.

next thing she knows, her fangs are piercing the man's throat, the feeling of an intoxicated blood entering her system. She was repulsed by his taste, yet still so sickened by his actions.

she could hear your whimpering escaping your lips, staggered breathing as you tried to regain control over it, your heart pounding rapidly in your chest, eyes widened in terror at the sight of sevika's - the woman you once viewed as flawless and the epitome of perfect was now infront of you sucking the life out of the man who followed you from a bar nearby against your will.

you didn't know whether if you were paralyzed with fear. . .or shock. . .

driven by sheer terror , not knowing what might happen next - acting out on pure fear you found yourself running down the ally way, the muscles in your calves already tired from your paralyzed stance from before, you ran and didn't look back.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who expected to see you on the news the next day explaining how you saw "the devil itself drinking the blood and eating the flesh of a human" last night. . . but surprisingly, there was nothing of that sort. Instead, the man sevika drained dry and bought to the woods was found and told to die in a freak accident with some sort of wild animal. .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who realizes you don't show up to work for 3 days straight , her silver eyes attempted to find yours like before in the crowd of mortals each time she performed those nights. . failing each time.

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who wouldn't be surprised if you fled town to escape her unnatural acts. . but boy, was she surprised to see you standing in her dressing room after a show, sevika acting adrenaline and impulse she immediately told the woman she had brought with her to go away .

𝒗𝒂𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆!𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒌𝒂 - who acts surprised when you confront her about what happened in that ally , you're absolutely baffled by her words. . . her pure lies of her twisting the narrative of the truth to fit her lie. . . she was lying through her teeth to you.

"please - i feel like my mind is spinning out of control i- i don't . . . know what i saw i-"

"you're right, you don't know what you saw. . . you're confused ma mie. ." sevika's voice spoke out lowly, a smooth whisper with something lingering behind it.

"b-but. . . you. .i saw you. ." you stumbled over your words, bottom lip shaking as you thought about the terrifying acts you saw that night, you weren't crazy. . . you know what you saw.

"shh shh shh. . ." sevika put a hand to her lips, mimicking a quiet action with her pointer finger that was covered in two chunky silver rings. . "mon amour please. . . you had drank alot among that night, my eyes caught you in an ally way grappling with a drunkard . . . i got him off you - saving you, that is all you need to remember." her deceptive demeanor hid her true intentions, the constant contradiction she put on you was overwhelming.

"no. . .the blood dripping down your chin, the - the look in your eyes. . the sounds" your sentence coming out in a broken whisper "you killed that man by - sucking his blood. . .I'm not crazy ... i was doubting everything - my own memories, but i know what i saw."

you were looking down, meaning you missed sevika's gaze darken at your words. . her eyes fiercely staring at you, burning through you like lava, piercing through your soul.

she had an alluring and almost hypnotic gaze.

"are you afraid." Were the only words spoken out by sevika, her sentence coming out like a demand for you to answer other than an actual question.

but. . .

were you?

as crazy it sounds, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders at her words. . . these three days you spent in your home, petrified, thinking what you saw was a figment of your own imagination, thinking you were going mad, thoughts racing so fast against eachother you couldn't even keep up.

the dressing room was filled with a heavy suffocating silence, almost eerie.

but also the tension between you and the immortal was growing thick, probably more thick than the silence around you. . .sevika leaned closer to you, her broad and buff figure towering over your shorter figure, you still hadn't looked up at her . . your height making your eyes only reach her chest, this only made sevika lean lower , her body moving forward causing you to slowly step back. . . . this process stopped when your back hit the wall of her dressing room.

she could hear your lips shakily pressing into a line, roughly gulping . . and she could practically feel the nervousness seeping out of your pours , almost as if your emotions were intact with one another, she could feel everything you were feeling in this moment.

this was new for her...

having someone else's emotions connect within her own. . .

you were unable to form a single sentence, the tension felt so thick it suffocated you like blanket, leaving you hot and sweaty.

if sevika had the pleasure of breathing again, her breath would definitely be caught in her throat when she finally saw you look up at her, she's seen many eyes before, many expressive ones filled with different colors. . but your beautiful big brown eyes catch her off guard, again something that does not happen to her often. . . she was almost bewildered at this feeling.

sevika head slowly leaned closer to you, gently resting her forehead on yours as he clenched her eyes tightly - she had never been this close to you before so the the sweet scent of your blood flowed in her nose more easily. . . the smell nearly making her go feral. .

you slightly gasped when you felt her drag her head in the crook of your neck, for second you think you hear a low animalistic guttural growl escape her throat, her nose sniffing you as if you were some sort of food for her dinner. . .

her hands reaching beside you on the wall, she was almost shaking. . . you were in such a vulnerable position, she could sink her teeth into your skin if she desired to. . . just thinking about that made her hands clench, which they did, into the hard - blue painted wall causing a loud crushing noise to enter your ears.

"i can still smell him on you. . .his vulgar stench" sevika growled , her voice was deeper, smooth, and almost seductive, making you close your eyes, parting your mouth, letting out a shaky breath you didn't know you were holding in..

"do you know what i am. . ."

all of the nervousness , fear that was once in your body, was now replaced with the sudden urge of desire for this women infront of you - this immortal, you knew what she was you've heard of the myths, legends of blood drinking demons that preyed among humans. . .

yet you weren't scared of her, if she wanted to hurt you - even kill you . . she would have by now.

"Do i not scare you, mon chèrie. . ."

"no. ." your words came out with no hesitation, you didn't even think before you replied.."you saved me. .that night. . ."

sevika grunted at your words, her eyes still clenched closed, she could feel the heat radiating off your body coming onto her's, she pulled her head from your neck, looking into you eyes once more.

sevika looked as though she was drunk off your scent, her lidded gray eyes staring at you as her lips pursed together, staring at you like she was trying to read through you. .

you two stayed like this for what it seemed like minutes, hours even? maybe. . . the hot tension piercing the air between you two waiting to be broken, waiting to be sliced.

and it soon was, before you knew it, the immortals lips smashed roughly into your soft ones. . .

the kiss was hot and rough, but you took it , accepted it - you've been wanting this. . . needing this ever since the day both your eyes connected when she was on stage. . .both your mouths moving with urgency against eachother, as if you both would disappear in any moment.

your hands growing confident as they now moved around sevika's muscular back. . .

the kiss became messier and slippery more uncoordinated, sevika grunted like an angry animal against your mouth, the crunching of the wall could be heard once more, taking her frustrations out on it - knowing that if she were to place her hands on her body she could possibly hurt you with her unnatural strength.

"move to the dresser. ." sevika's husky tone was undeniably alluring, almost like a captivating melody for your ears, she removes her hands from the wall, watching as you slowly walked to the dresser nearby, legs visibly shaking with each step, sevika smirked at the sight of this slowly following behind you. . her tounge swiping up against her pointy fang as her silver eyes watched your movement.

once you reached the dresser, you turned around, leaning your lower back on it slightly flinching when sevika was already in front of you, with a cocky smirk on her lips.

"tu es l'un des humains les plus intéressants que j'aie jamais vu pendant mes cent ans. ."

you frown once more as sevika's cold hand raises up to your jaw, softly caressing you. . your'e warm heat from your skin collaborating with her icy cold ones. . such an unfamiliar feeling to you..

"sevika. . i don't understand your words. ." you respond to her..softly.

"You don't need to understand, mon cœur. ." she replies, her voice was like velvet, smooth, husky and rich with a lingering whisper that sent chills through your body.

her finger once on your jaw, moving higher. .to your cheek. . her thumb than meeting your moist, swollen lips. . . sevika gaze eyed your mouth as she pushed in her thumb, seeing you accept it with no hesitation, her thumb in your warm , wet mouth pressing down gently as possible on your tongue.

you lean into her touch, letting her do whatever she pleases with you.

whatever she desired. .

her thumb swirling around your tongue, she almost looked entranced by this, captivated by you - even more when she could hear the small sounds that escaped your throat when you yourself weren't even aware of them. .

she slipped her thumb out your warm mouth, smiling slightly at the string of saliva that came with it, she than stuck the thumb inside her mouth, sucking it off before releasing it with a loud pop.

you flustered by the sudden action, looking down avoiding the eye contact she always gave you.

sevika leaning in to you, her hands resting on the sides of the dresser. .she moved her head on yours, trying to catch your flustered gaze, when she did your lips slowly connecting again. . instead of thie kiss starting off rough and sloppy like the first one, this one started sensual, slow as if sevika was now taking her time.

her tongue brushing against your bottom lips before she entered it inside your mouth, both your tongues entangling - fighting for dominance that sevika clearly won within seconds. . even though the kiss was softer it was still messy, you could feel you saliva running down you chin as you leaned into her more, nor knowing this movement caused your tongue to brush up against her sharp fangs, causing a small cut on your pink muscle. . . you didn't notice, but when that taste entered sevika's mouth her eyes went wide.

immediately breaking the heated kiss, she stood for a moment - finally tasting your blood. . . sweet. . it was so fucking sweet.

she swallowed roughly with scowl on her face, closing her eyes in an attempt to get rid of the thoughts of draining your pulsing body right here on her dresser.

"sevika. . did - did i do something wrong?" You ask embarrassed, fumbling over your words unsure what to do next as the women suddenly just pulled away from you, you're body flinched at the crushing of wood beside you - sevika and squeezed the dresser so hard the places where she rested her hands now crushed into pieces.

whe you go to look back uo at her - she's already out the door. . . in a swish moment, like the wind she slammed the door open and she was gone.

leaving you in her dressing room, on her dresser, with swollen lips she caused and with confusion engulfing your body as you also felt a tingling between your legs. .

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wendichester · 2 days ago

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I need to ask because I want someone else’s perspective on this, what kind of nicknames do you think dean would say to his significant other? I feel like baby/babe would be more like sam to say to his own significant other—at least to me, I might be wrong, idk—i feel like if they’re alone, maybe dean would call his significant other something cheesy, but if someone else is around, I believe he would keep it “classic”, like sweetheart. Maybe I think that way bc dean’s Impala is named baby, but now I don’t know, rn I’m kind of spiraling about this nonsense and confusing myself lol

okay but this is such a good question! i love you for sending me this 🩷

in my opinion, dean is definitely a nickname kinda guy. from the way he casually calls every single woman he runs into sweetheart, darlin', or doll to the fact that he saves crowley's contact as 666 (or even something as simple as calling sam sammy all the damn time), it's clear that pet names or nicknames are second nature to him. they're a part of his charm, almost a mix of flirtation, habitat and a means of keeping people at arm's length while still making them feel special--at least on the surface.

now, when it comes to someone who actually matters, someone he's built something real with, I feel like the nicknames would evolve.

in the early stages--when you're just friends--dean would probably lean into playful teasing nicknames, especially if there's an inside joke between the two. he'd find something unique, something that sticks. mostly likely something to get under your skin in that smug, shit-eating way of his. i see him as someone who'd use brat a lot. sunshine if dealing with someone chipper (specially in the mornings). names like these. simple, commonly used, but that he'd only use for you and you only. these would be casual, easy to throw out around sam or even strangers, because at this stage, there's no real vulnerability attached to them. sometimes, he'd used them even in a annoyed or slight mocking tone.

but as things progressed--as you became his person--the pet names would grow more intimate, more meaningful. he'd still keep the classics because those would never really leave his vocabulary, but they'd be spoken in a softer and affectionate way. babygirl seems like something he'd often use, something that rolls off his tongue when he pulls you close or murmurs in your ear. i can also see beautiful slipping through his lips when he's feeling completely lost in infatuation, but only in private--never in front of sam, never in a moment where he might get caught being too soft. i feel like, despite everything, dean would continue guarding his emotions around his lil bro. the idea of being vulnerable in front of him still unnerving.

now i definitely agree with you on the baby one. it just feels off-limits. baby belongs to the Impala and we all know how Dean is nothing if not sentimental when it comes to his car. if he'd ever say it, he'd either have to be wasted, dead tired, or caught up in the heat of the moment where the word would just slip. babe on the other hand, i could see it being used when he's frustrated--an exasperated "babe, c'mon!" when he's losing patience or he's trying to reason with you.

overall, i think dean's pet names would reflect your relationship and how close/intimate you are with him. to the rest of the world they would seem like nothing--just another layer of his charm--but to you, they'd be something deeper. something special. a way of saying I see you, you're mine, you matter. without ever having to say those words out loud

p.s. did i get too carried away with this? 100% but I have no friends to discuss supernatural with irl so--please share your thoughts with me and send me more questions ehe ��

#ask #anon #about:dean

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stitched-mouth · 2 days ago

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Meet The Fives

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy.

Pairing: Other Five x Female! Reader x Brisket Five

Format: Long NSFW fic.

Summary: After losing your husband in the time travel subway, you meet several different Fives. Two of them, stand out to you.

Warnings: SMUT! NSFW! Seriously, this is some of the filthiest shit ever written. I finally got to write something with a stuck kink, something I love. It’s very consensual but stuck fantasies always need a CNC warning. Cheating, Angst (?), Cum eating, Spit roasting, Vaginal sex, Oral sex (male receiving), lots of grammar mistakes don’t be mad 🙏

Writing Time: 3 hours.

Word Count: over 3,500

A/N:

PLEASE READ MY NOTES BEFORE READING MY STORY, THIS ONE IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT

Thank you to everyone that encouraged me to post this; @ifellinto-fantasy @voteforevilthoughts @fartsquelch7 I really hope you guys enjoy and stick around for a possible part two

You can skip straight to the smut, it’s sectioned off and highlighted.

I’ve had an idea to write a stuck smut fic with two Fives for ages now, so happy I finally did so. But this work isn’t perfect, like always I put a lot of into setting up the story and the smut and ending slightly suffered. I forget sometimes that I don’t need to give a backstory to all my stories, I’m sorry.

The backstory also might not make a lot of sense to everyone but I explained as well as could and even if there is a massive plot hole in this fic, please pretend like you don’t see it 🙏

But I’m still happy with the way this came out and I hope you will too.

But also some explanations, there’s a huge inconsistency with how long five worked for the commission, he is 13 years old when he jumped forward to the apocalypse and spends 45 years there and 58 years old when he jumps to 2019. But every source online confirms he worked for the commission for 4-5 years before he jumped to 2019… meaning he actually spent 40 or 41 years in the apocalypse and was 52 when he started working for the Commission. This is why in one line of this I mention that Five was 52 years old while working for the Commission. Feel free to correct me if you know something I don’t.

And the reader loves Bailey’s Hot Chocolate because I do.

Please enjoy!

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It wasn’t such a great time for you, you had been wondering around the disconcerting train station. Your husband, Five, had brought you and Lila with him by accident due to his familiar but different and uncontrollable power and the bad part is you had been standing on the platform staring at the confusing map too long to notice your husband and your sister-in-law stepping onto a train.

It had left without you. And Five’s attempt to blink off the train when he realised you weren’t going to make it on was futile.

You tried your best not to panic, this wouldn’t be like the last time Five time travelled, right? He’d be back to any minute now, all you had to do was wait, right?

Yeah well you waited hours before deciding to step onto another train, it left from the same platform so it had to take you to him, right? You’re not right very often here.

You stepped onto the train and tried your best to navigate, but honestly, nothing made sense to you here. You had a very strong feeling the train maps were created by another Five in his own made up language, you just had to hope your Five would figure it out and find you.

You had so much time on the platform to remind how you had met Five while you both worked at the Commission as partners. You were only 20 years old but well-known as the Commission’s best assassin, hence why you were partnered up. You had been trained to kill since you were a pre teen and loved it, but you loved Five more than anything else. When you met Five, he was 52 years old, making Five very wary around you and avoiding you and his feelings for you until it was too much. You both finally hooked up after 2 years of working together and clumsily but intensely flirting, you called him your hot stuff and he called you Princess, he was hot and you certainly behaved like a Princess. He brought you back to 2019 with him and you had unofficially married right before the first end of the World. Legally doing so after Allison reset the Universe and living and again working together at the CIA.

You stepped off the train slowly and cautiously, when you deemed it safe you began calling for your husband. No response and nobody was in sight. You were about to step back onto the train when you noticed your husband, well he looked like your husband, walk past the train.

You suddenly felt extreme relief and joy as you ran after him, “Five! Hot Stuff!”

He kept walking so you continued chasing him and grew furious when you realised he could definitely hear you but not stopping, “Old man! Fuckface!”

You suddenly stood in front of ‘Max’s Delicatessen’

You looked around, bewildered and confused. Five quickly made his way inside but turned to look at you first and wink. The wink unsettled you. Something so Five and usually so comforting, now ate your stomach left and it feeling uneasy. That was not your husband.

You didn’t feel completely unsafe, but more intrigued instead. So you slowly entered the Deli and looked around, maybe 50 different Fives all enjoying themselves with coffee and deli meats. A few of them looked back at you in shock and or horror. The Deli became slow and quiet.

“Oi, Hot stuff!”

A Five was gesturing for you to join him, the same one you followed. You slowly moved over to his table.

“She’s mine, boys.”

Nearly all the Fives sighed sadly and continued with themselves. You raised an eyebrow at the Five now in front of you, “I’m definitely not yours.”

“Aw, was hoping I could convince you.” He smirked, “Please sit, Hot Stuff.”

You sat down and decided to mess with him, “I knew you wasn’t him. My Daddy usually calls me Princess.”

This Five choked on his coffee and you grinned, just as another Five dressed as a waiter, delivered you a Bailey’s Hot Chocolate. You were confused how he knew what you wanted before you had even ordered but you were even more confused with how he stared at you nervously. You had only once seen fear in your husband’s eyes and you had both fought the end of the World 3 times and worked as assassins together, it terrified you to see your Five or any Five scared. Especially of you.

They both quickly collected themselves, waiter Five left the table and the Five sitting opposite you dapped his face with his napkin before looking back at you.

“Well, I could call you Princess if you prefer. But only if you call me Daddy.”

“No thanks, I’m looking for my husband.” You sighed.

“Well, if he’s not in here, I haven’t seen him. He’s likely lost… with Lila.”

You raised an eyebrow, “How do you know he’s with Lila?”

“Because he’s not the first Five to get stuck down here with a Lila and cheat on his beautiful wife.”

“Cheat? You must be mistaken, my Five and I—“

“I’m really sorry Princess, but I am definitely not mistaken. If your Five isn’t here it’s because he’s not welcome, there’s a strict no cheating on your perfect wife ever but especially not with your brother’s wife policy here. Unless the World is actively ending, then we make an exception. Any of us, would reach out to help another one of us if lost, unless we spot them with a Lila.”

You glared at him, very offended. But the longer you stared into his eyes, you could see his sadness and pain. Your gaze soften but you still didn’t believe him.

“Maybe… maybe one or two Five would do that but mine wouldn’t.”

“Look, I would never do that and I’m disgusted some versions of me would. But as soon as one of us comes here with a Lila, it happens, it’s pre determined. And getting stuck down here, it’s our punishment… at least we leave them alone as punishment.”

“I still don’t believe you.”

“I don’t expect you too. I don’t doubt you love him and that he loves you too, but… I don’t know, I don’t know why any Five would betray their wives. But none of us are perfect and some are just totally undeserving of you.”

“Where’s your me?”

“Dead. Like most of you, sadly. You don’t tend you survive on your own down here… I didn’t come with a Lila, I came here with only my wife and… after years trapped here, she didn’t see a way out so… yeah.”

He trailed off and looked down, nearly in tears. His wife killed herself. You carefully took his hand, this may not be your Five but this sure was one of him. And you were haven’t trouble disconnecting him from the feelings you still had for your husband.

He sniffed his brewing tears away and looked back at you.

“But anyways, I found this Deli afterwards. A lot of us here, wondered in one day or was found by another one of us and was brought here. One of us could get you home if you wanted but we wouldn’t want to let you go especially if your timeline is ending, which it likely is.”

You sighed and gently rubbed his hand.

“Five… if my husband doesn’t want me anymore, I’d rather… find another Five who wouldn’t betray me.”

He gave you a small smile, “Look around and take your pick, Princess.”

You looked around at all the Fives in the room, all of them just as handsome as your husband but no familiar feeling. Expect the Five currently in front of you.

“Maybe I’ll pick after finishing this.”

You picked up your now lukewarm Baileys Hot Chocolate and began gulping it down. After the day you’ve had, you needed to get drunk, hopefully it would be easy since you hadn’t eaten yet and if these amazing Bailey Hot Chocolate kept coming and you kept chugging them. Five chuckled a bit before sipping on his own coffee. You quickly waved the same waiter Five for another, he promptly brought you another as well as some of your favourite snacks.

“So is the lovely young lady staying?”

You could still hear the nervous tone in his voice but it was more friendly now. You smiled at him and nodded.

“Wonderful, let me know if you need anything else.”

“Oh I will. Get me another one of these but hold the hot chocolate this time.”

You gave him a naughty grin as you looked at him up and down and quickly smacked his ass, he blushed and hurried off to help another Five. The Five in front of you chuckled again.

“What? I can pick anyone of you, right? That makes sexual harassing Five service works ok, right?”

“You are right. That’s Brisket Five, he wrecks shit.”

“Yeah hopefully he’ll be wrecking my pussy soon.”

Five choked on his coffee again but then laughed hard.

“Are you drunk already, darling?”

“Trying to be.”

He nodded understanding why.

“Hey! Brisket Five, scotch!”

A few hours later you and your new Five were drunk as skunks. The pain of losing your husband had been forgotten, you had a new Five that already loved you and wouldn’t betray you. And if that didn’t work, you still had many choices to repair your broken heart. You didn’t know if you were going to go back to you and Five’s family but you had all the time you wanted to decide, considering time was technically stopped in train stations and Deli.

It was closing time and Brisket Five was shooing all the drunk Fives out, including you. He still blushed and stuttered around you, telling you that this Five must be a lot younger than the other. You asked and found that mentally he was only 35, he was one of the few Five’s that didn’t get stuck in an apocalypse and instead grew up with his siblings. But he wasn’t as lucky as he seemed, growing up with his siblings and never working for the Commission meant he never met his you.

You and your new Five giggled and stumbled as you stepped out of the Deli, you drunkenly shhhed Five and he shhhed you back making you both laugh loudly. The moment suddenly became serious as you gazed into each other’s eyes and eventually began kissing.

His tongue was ferocious, you could feel had touch starved he was, much like your original Five. Your tongues danced sloppy but it was so intense and intoxicating you could feel your vagina open and burn with need. You strongly considered turning around and bending over for him right where you was but he suddenly broke away.

“Shit, I forgot my jacket.”

You rolled your eyes and began peeking in through the windows for Brisket Five, nobody was in sight and the lights had been turned off, except for one around the corner of the Deli, it looked like the kitchen.

“Can you blink inside?”

Five shook his head, no.

“Well didn’t you say it would only be closed for 2 hours? Because they are trying to be 24/7?”

“My map is in it.”

You sighed and made your way to the kitchen window and knocked gently, the window was unlocked and slowly creeped open the more you pushed on it. You poked your head inside and saw no one, you sighed again about to look back at Five but you felt touch your back gently.

“Please, let me help you inside and you can get it for me?”

“Ok.”

—-/// SMUT ///—-

You agreed seeing the task as easy, you maybe drunk but you’re still a cold blooded killer, you can break into a Deli easily and grab a coat. And even if you got caught, you’re you, any Five would let you off freely.

You crawled inside and pressed both your hands on the low kitchen counter in front of you, accidentally knocking over a pan you didn’t notice. You gritted your teeth as the pan hit the floor and made a loud bang noise.

“Pull me back! Pull me back!”

Five heard your whisper yelling and began trying pull you backwards by your hips, but you was stuck and all he did was pull your jeans halfway down.

‘Fuck’, you thought. You were definitely way too drunk for this.

You heard some shuffling in another room and in stepped Brisket Five.

“Hi…”

“I already told you, we’re closed Darling.”

“I know, I’m sorry but—“

“No no no babygirl, you can’t just break in and enter. Especially not so poorly.”

He walked over to you and was now face to face with his crotch. It gets better, you could hear the Five behind you groan with need and begin pulling off your jeans and panties all the way down. Your eyes widen with shock and lust as you heard him spit into his hand and then feel him slowly enter you.

Your burning cunt accepting him easily and you gasped with excitement.

“Um, I.. I’m sorry… let me make it up.. to you..”

Brisket Five was beyond shocked with your suddenly breathy horny voice and even more shocked when you began pulling his belt, pants and boxers off. You stared into his eyes as you licked up and down his dick before taking it fully into your mouth.

He groaned as you began moving your head back and forth, just as the other Five fucked you slowly but so deeply. Your cunt tighten as you took Brisket Five down your throat and Five moaned loudly, he grabbed your hips and increased his pace.

So you increased your pace, moving your mouth up and down faster on the younger Five’s cock. He sighed in pleasure and gently put his hand into your hair and moved your head back and forth. You was Heaven, being spit roasted by two Fives’ was your ultimate wet dream. And both of being so touch starved and whipped for you meant they were more than happy to take anything you gave them.

As you slurped down one Five’s dick and got pounded by another, you decided to never fucking leave.

You felt yourself nearing your release, so you threw your hips back, forcing Five to go deeper and pound your walls harder. Brisket Five’s large cock was nearly suffocating you, just how you liked it. You sucked like your life depended on it, only feeling desperation to have all of them both. You came and whined around Brisket Five as you did so.

Seeing you orgasm and stare so intently at him as you did so made him lose it.

“Fuck!”

Brisket Five suddenly ripped his soaking dick from your throat and with all his might began pulling you through the window, Five though, held onto you as tightly as he could. You let the two Fives fight over you, too drunk and pussy whipped to do anything. Brisket Five won and he pulled into him then stood up carefully and looked out the window at Five.

“You coming in?”

Five suddenly blinked inside.

“You, you asshole…”

“Sorry Princess, I knew you’d bend over me but Brisket Five needed some action too.”

He grabbed the back of your head and pushed you onto your knees and forced his dick down your throat. You choked slightly at first but Five throat fucked you through it, ignoring the tears running down your red puffed out cheeks and burning throat.

Brisket Five stood and watched for a second while jerking himself off before deciding to get on his knees behind you and enter your pussy. He moaned loudly and eagerly began fucking you.

The two seemed desperate and hellbent on using your holes as much as they could, sexual frustration had taken them over completely and they were blood thirsty, well in this case pussy thirsty.

After what felt like an eternity of being on your knees begging for more, Brisket Five cried as he came inside you. You came again at the same time. Five took slightly longer to enjoy your mouth but eventually pulled out and came onto your face. You moaned as he did so, relieved from your second orgasm and the ability to breathe again. His hot wet semen spoiled your face and you smiled up at him.

The Fives looked down at their work proudly. Brisket Five helped you slowly to your feet and you moaned again quickly as you felt his cum drip out of you, you began shamelessly scooping it up in your hands and licking it off your fingers and licking at the corners of your mouth for Five’s cum.

Brisket Five’s face flushed and he stuttered out, “I’ll get you a towel.”

He scurried off, almost tripping as he tried to fix his trousers as he walked.

You smiled and looked at Five, who was also fixing his trousers, he noticed you looking at him and he suddenly kissed you deeply. Your holes felt so used and your heart felt so loved and in love.

Yeah, you was never leaving.

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andre-and-cal · 15 hours ago

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HIHIHIUO SO UMMMM… i have a lil uhhhh request hc thing i don’t know what to call it :3

can you make some hcs of what cal and andre do if they got really high together?? they can be either sfw or nsfw OR BOTH 😈😈😈 whatever you want to write lolz

HAI POOKSTAH !! :3

Of course! Hope you like these:))

Cal and Andre Getting High

SFW

Calvin doesn’t smoke weed very often— well, he does, but it’s not as frequent as he did in his earlier high school years. He mainly started rolling joints both for fun, and to relieve the heavy “weight” he experiences when he’s stuck in solitude— the persistent feeling that presents how lifeless his surroundings are. Seeing as the weed helps him feel a little better, he continues to use it. Don’t get me wrong, he likes being alone, but sometimes his desire to detach and engross himself in unhealthy practices will eat him up. When he’s not with Andre, he doesn’t have much to busy himself with besides playing his guitar, writing, messing with his video games on his console, or surfing the internet on his bulky computer.

He uses a bong to smoke. Because marijuana use was illegal during the ‘90s, he knew he was going to have to get creative. He brought it up to Andre, so he’d suggested going through his older brother’s shabby old belongings packed away in his previous bedroom. As they did, they discovered his old bong. Andre cleaned it out for Cal, and then gave it to him to use.

Calvin will absolutely ramble about anything and nothing at the same time while laughing at his own words, and giggling, too, at how Andre’s just sitting there in his own little world. He likes getting absolutely stoned, to the point where he’ll pass the fuck out beside Andre on his bed. Cal’s parents know that their son smokes weed, especially with the marijuana possession charge he was given back in 1999– they were strict about it back then, but he hid the bong he was using. As they began to smell weed in his room again, they stopped grounding him, knowing they can’t truly put a stop to their son’s weed usage— especially as he’s approaching adulthood.

Andre used to have somewhat of a low tolerance— meaning essentially, he would get high easily— but now, he’s gotten used to the weed. Generally, with high dosages of the THC, he becomes sleepy as fuck. So sleepy, in fact, that when he starts leaning over, when he starts dozing off even while sitting up, Cal has to cup the bottom of his chin and pick his head back up. Andre prefers weed over alcohol, because not only does it react better with him— improving his mood and all— but he also knows that it’s “plant-based”, which was Cal’s defense when he first introduced marijuana to him. In fact, Andre wasn’t even opposed to trying it.

For Andre, it only takes a couple puffs for his posture to go lax and his dark eyes to redden exponentially. His eyes get really fucking bloodshot when he’s as high as a kite. He also gets the munchies, as one time he found himself obliterating a whole box of Hostess Cupcakes. On the other hand, Cal gets thirsty and will down three water bottles in one sitting. The exhaustion Andre experiences usually leads to him falling asleep on Cal in awkward positions, with his body either laying across the teen’s lap, or in between Cal’s legs with his head on his chest and one arm underneath Cal’s body, the other draping off of the edge of his bed.

Knowing how Calvin’s parents are a little less strict than his own, Andre prefers smoking weed in Cal’s bedroom when his siblings and parents are gone. When they are home, though, the two boys will open Calvin’s bedroom window and light a candle to get the smell out. Another alternative for them is smoking at Chris’s house when they’re hanging out with him, or smoking at a secluded area in town.

NSFW

Calvin’s physical sensations are intensified when he’s high, so the slightest bit of stimulation will get him going. He pants hot and heavy against Andre’s ear when he’s straddling him, demanding more attention toward his dick. In addition, he’ll try to get Andre to play with his ass, but if Andre is too “out of it” to really reciprocate, he’ll get off, spit on his hand, and lazily jerk himself off instead. Afterward, he cums all over his hand and bedsheets because clearly, Cal isn’t in the best, most conscious state, so he doesn’t really care about the mess he might make until the next morning. He finishes hard when he’s high, even without Andre’s aid.

But during the times Andre is able to fully respond and his cock gets rock hard, Calvin doesn’t really wait, nor does he ask if Andre’s ready before he’s sitting his ass down on his dick, the two boys’ groans and grunts pleasantly harmonizing in the process. You’d think they’re both virgins all over again with how clumsy they are when they’re both high and horny. Andre will have one arm over himself, covering his face as Cal leisurely bounces up and down on his dick. He lets out strangled groans as Calvin holds him down against his bed and gently sucks on his neck, leaving a few hickeys here and there.

At times, it’s quite easy for Andre to grow aroused. When he is, he won’t really do anything about it, though. He’ll just stare at Cal, stare at his legs and his crotch, as if he’s a dog waiting for his bone. His need radiates from every pore, and Cal can usually tell— even when he’s baked— what the teen’s problem is. His staring and subtle adjusting are so blatantly obvious, because Andre’s usual alertness and self-awareness diminish when he’s as baked as Cal. He’ll sort of just sit there, eyeing Cal silently. When Calvin lets him touch him, he’ll hump Calvin’s thigh or grind their dicks together, pleading for Cal to “let him have him”.

Sex is slow and easy, as neither spaced-out teenagers are capable of putting forth effort toward any intimate acts that require lots of energy. When Andre’s more conscious than Calvin, they’ll usually do missionary so that Andre can nestle his face into Cal’s shoulder or neck and moan into his skin. Also, he’ll rock his hips against his ass at the steadiest pace he can manage, not wanting to overwhelm the other teen. Both boys like to be comfortable.

Calvin likes to feel Andre’s skin, as if to be reminded that he’s here with him while in such a stupefied state. Stoned Cal is less rough with his blowjobs, instead “kitty licking” Andre’s member and gripping Andre’s thighs, digging his nails into the almost-geometric shapes of the scar tissue. Andre whimpers and bucks his hips up into Cal’s mouth, to which the teen has to quickly pull back so he doesn’t choke himself.

After sex, Andre and Calvin tend to fall asleep on each other. The air reeks of sex and weed, but that’s serene enough for the two military fanatics. When Cal falls asleep, Andre will take the time to leave sloppy, wet kisses down his tummy and scarred-up thighs, groping and squeezing Cal’s bottom before ultimately passing out, his shaft slipping out of his hole with a quiet squelch. They’ve damn near gotten caught a few times, having to scramble up and get dressed as soon as they could— but ultimately, nobody knows of the intimacy these two boys engage in together.

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imjustatorturedpoet · 3 days ago

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Meet me in the Hallway

chapter three: someone new

Pairing: Hwang In-ho x Reader

also available on ao3💘

wordcount: 4,5k

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The guards moved mechanically, handing out lunchboxes with the same detached efficiency they used for everything. Like it didn’t matter if you ate. Like it didn’t matter if you lived.

You stepped forward and took a box from a pink-clad guard. His mask reflected nothing, just a void where a person should be.

Maybe that’s what you’d become too.

Stepping out of line, you spotted Player 390 ahead, waiting for you. You tilted your head slightly, a silent signal, and the two of you headed toward the right side of the hall, away from the noise. Someone was already sitting there on the stairs. Gi-hun.

He sat with his back against the metal bunk frame, head bowed, eyes locked on the floor. His meal sat beside him, unopened, like he was waiting for it to disappear. You sighed softly, watching him. Another ghost in a room full of the dying.

"You two know each other, right? I saw you talking before the first game, on the stairs,” you asked, glancing at 390 as the two of you approached. He flicked his eyes toward Gi-hun. "Yeah. We’re best friends, you could say." You arched an eyebrow. But before you could ask, 390 beat you to it.

390 exhaled, ”He was never like this, if that's what you wanted to know.”, there was something almost bitter in his voice, ”He used to be loud and energetic. Ate dinner with his daughter every other Saturday. Even when things were bad, he’d make some time for her. Even when the loan sharks came. But it got worse. Then three years ago, in the summer, he just... vanished. Nobody knew where he went. Wouldn’t pick up my calls. His mom was worried sick.”, 390 hesitated, ”She was sick. Diabetes. She didn’t make it. He came back after she had already died. Poor lady. I miss her.”

Three years ago.

The timeline lodged itself in your brain like a jagged piece of glass. Gi-hun had told you he played these games three years ago.

"He won,” you murmured. 390 frowned. "Yeah. Guess so. So sad that the games ended after his mom… you know.”

He came back when it was too late… why did that seem so familiar? Did that happen to someone you knew?

A sharp pang twisted in your gut. Winning doesn’t mean surviving. Sometimes, you leave a place, but it doesn’t leave you. Because, maybe, there’s no difference between going home and staying here. At least, for you.

You kept that thought to yourself.

You sat beside Gi-hun and opened your lunchbox. The scent of warm rice and fried egg drifted up, but the weight of the room made it impossible to enjoy. Food tastes different when you don’t know if it’s your last meal. Jung-bae turned to his friend, trying to coax something, anything, out of him.

"Look at this, man. This is just like my mom used to make. What’s in yours?"

Silence.

"Aren’t you gonna eat? Not even a little bit?”

Gi-hun didn’t even blink. He just stared.

390 sighed and scooped up a spoonful of rice, holding it out toward him like a mother feeding a stubborn child. "Come on. You know what they say—‘Eat up, even on your deathbed.’ Just do your brooding after, yeah? Please?”

Nothing.

390 dropped his spoon back into the box with a clatter. “Forget it, then.” He took the bite himself, chewing slowly. And then, between mouthfuls, ”You know… maybe this is for the best. That 24 million wouldn’t even cover a quarter of my interest. If we play just one more game—"

"Jung-bae."

Finally. A reaction.

For the first time, he looked up from the floor. His eyes were hollow—like the words had scraped something raw inside him, something that never healed. His fingers twitched, just once, then clenched into his palms.

“Last time I was here, someone who was very dear to me, said the exact same thing.” His breath caught on the last word. “And in the end, that person died here.”

The silence that followed was heavy, thick. Player 390 swallowed, but his usual easy confidence had drained from his face. You watched Gi-hun carefully, something cold creeping into your spine.

How many people had he watched die here? How many faces had he memorised just to forget? How many names had been swallowed by the walls of this place, lost between the gunshots and the silence that followed? How many times had he looked at a body—still warm, still fresh with the shape of life clinging to it and known that it would never move again?

And more importantly…why had he come back?

A part of you wanted to believe there was an answer—something logical, something that made sense. Survivor’s guilt, maybe.

Oh, you knew that very well.

The idea that winning didn’t mean escaping. That no matter how much money he had, he had never really left. Maybe he thought if he returned, he could undo it somehow. If he played again, if he stood in the same places where they had fallen, if he suffered the way they suffered—

Maybe it would mean something. Maybe it would make up for what happened before.

But that was a stupid, naive thought. Nothing could make up for this.

Nothing could bring them back. Nothing could erase what had happened. Nothing could take away the sound of their screams, the way their blood had seeped into the dirt, the way their bodies had hit the ground like discarded toys.

And yet he was here. Back in the hell he fought to escape. And that meant one of two things.

Either he had nothing left waiting for him outside.

Or he had never truly left at all.

You glanced at him. Noticed the way his shoulders curled inward, the way his hands were fisted so tight they trembled. Maybe it was both. Maybe he had lost everything on the outside. Or maybe, the second he stepped into this place three years ago, the outside had stopped existing for him.

The thought made your stomach turn. Because if he couldn’t escape, what chance did the rest of you have?

“Help us, then, sir.”, the voice cut through the fog in your mind, sharp and unyielding. The voice was in front you. You looked up at the same time as Gi-hun.

Player 001.

Behind him stood Player 100 and a few others. Their presence shifted the air; made it feel heavier.

“You’ve played these games before,” Player 001 said simply. Gi-hun looked at him, then lowered his head.

Retreating. Hiding.

You knew that look all too well. You thought he might ignore them entirely. But then—

“I pressed the O button because of you.”

Gi-hun flinched with disgust. But not because of Player 001, because of himself.

Player 001’s voice remained soft, ”I was scared. I wanted to quit. But you made me think… maybe I could play just one more game."

"Me too.”

"Yeah, same.”

“Us too.”

You felt it then, the way they were looking at him. Like he was their answer. But you looked at him like he was already carrying their deaths. For a moment, he met your gaze.

Then, just as quickly, he looked away.

“Sir,", Player 001 said, leaning in slightly, ”You know which game’s next, don’t you?"

A few players moved closer, waiting, hanging on his silence.

Even you. Why? You didn’t know.

Gi-hun exhaled, “The second game was Dalgona.”

The bunk above you creaked—a shift of weight, the subtle sound of someone listening in. Your eyes flicked upward. Player 388. He peered down, curiosity flickering across his face—until he realized you were looking right back at him.

Caught you.

His eyes widened slightly, embarrassment creeping in. Without a word, he pulled back, retreating into the shadows of his bunk like he hadn’t just been eavesdropping.

"Dalgona?"

Gi-hun gave a small nod, ”We had to choose one of four shapes and carve it out."

"Which shape was easiest?"

“Triangle.”

"And the hardest?”, you asked.

A pause.

"Umbrella."

Player 001 scoffed, ”Some people actually chose umbrella? Those poor bastards must’ve bitten the dust.”

Gi-hun’s jaw tightened. He didn’t say anything. But you saw it in his eyes. Judgment. Maybe even something closer to disgust.

"So we just pick triangle, then.”, you murmured. "Shut up,” Player 100 snapped, ”If all 365 of us survive, the prize money won’t go up." You stiffened. That was wrong. You felt your anger rise up again, threatening to spill out.

"What’s the point if we don’t eliminate anyone?" The words hit you like a hard slap to the face.

"Are you fucking serious?”, you stood up, voice sharp. "You actually want people to die on your account? How selfish can you be?”

Player 100 sneered, ”Watch your mouth, young girl. You foreigners have no respect."

You snorted, sharp and cold. “I’ve lived here for 14 years, ddo-ra-i. And respect? That’s earned, not handed out like pity. You lost my respect the second you decided that a stack of bills was worth more than the blood on your hands.”

His lips curled into something ugly at the insult. Before he could speak, Gi-hun cut in. "We’re not keeping this to ourselves. I told you because I want everyone to survive."

You scoffed, ”And we don’t even know if it’ll actually be Dalgona."

Gi-hun nodded in agreement. "If it is, I’ll tell everyone."

Player 100 exhaled through his nose. Annoyed. Then he walked away, but not before shooting you a nasty look that you reciprocated.

But Player 001 stayed. And he was watching you. “Do I know you?", you asked before you could stop yourself.

A beat of silence. Just long enough to matter. His expression doesn’t change. But his fingers twitch. Just once. Almost imperceptible. Almost. Then, a smile, too easy, too practiced.

“I don’t think so. I’d remember someone like you.”

Too smooth. Too sure.

Liar.

You looked away. But across from you, Gi-hun was still watching. And his face was unreadable. And Player 001 kept looking at you too.

He saw it. The flicker of something in your face. The way your muscles tensed before you schooled your expression back into place. But he didn’t say anything. He just kept watching.

“May I ask you something?” The words sliced through the space between you, measured and deliberate.

All three of you turned. Player 001.

He had moved closer, lowering himself onto the stairs like he belonged there. Like he wasn’t out of place in this circle—like he wasn’t watching. Listening. Waiting.

But there was something else.

His presence didn’t fill the space—it stretched into it. Expanding. Taking up the silence. His attention settled on Gi-hun.

Curious.

"Why did you come back to this place?" Gi-hun didn’t answer. Not at first. His body tensed in a way that was almost imperceptible, a flicker of something restrained.

Player 001 continued, ”You said you won. You made it out. That means you must have received 45.6 billion won. Did you spend it all?"

Beside you, Player 390 stiffened. His expression shifted, something clicking into place in his mind, "Wait, hold on." He turned toward Gi-hun, brows furrowing. "Did you bet on horses again?"

You side-eyed them both with a smirk on your face, amusement flickering beneath your growing curiosity. Gi-hun shook his head. But it wasn’t just denial—it was something heavier. Something that sat inside his chest like lead.

"That money doesn’t belong to me,” he said, voice quieter now, ”It’s blood money. For the people who died here. The same goes for the money up there."

Silence.

The words carried a weight that couldn’t be shrugged off. You understood. That kind of guilt—how it settled deep, gnawed at you from the inside, until even the things meant to save you felt like they were swallowing you whole.

After Jonah, you—

"You don’t have to think of it that way." The interruption of your thoughts was smooth. Your head snapped toward Player 001. His expression didn’t change.

"It’s not like you killed those people," he continued, his voice too calm, ”And saving that money won’t bring them back to life."

Gi-hun exhaled, shaking his head, ”If you had pressed X, everyone here would’ve changed their minds by tomorrow. All of us would’ve made it out alive."

Another beat of silence.

Player 001 didn’t blink. Didn’t waver. "That’s right," he admitted.

Curiouser.

”I was the last to press O. But there were 182 others who wanted to stay.", his gaze flickered to the patch on your chest. Shit.

"And there were also 182 who wanted to leave," Gi-hun countered.

The space between them tightened. You glanced at Player 390. Neither of you spoke, but you felt the tension shifting, thickening.

Player 001 leaned forward slightly. "Let’s say I pressed X, and we all got a chance to vote again tomorrow.”, his voice was steady. Too knowing.

"Would everyone have been happy? Do you think the majority of O voters would change their minds? Would they thank me if they saw me on the street?”, he turned to you, "Would you thank me?"

The question echoed in you head. You knew the answer. No, I wouldn't.

Gi-hun’s jaw clenched. He didn’t answer. His silence said enough. 390 let out a breath, rubbing his temples, “Alright, enough. There’s no point in placing blame now.”, his voice had softened, tinged with something exhausted.

"You know the saying—a widow understands a widower best. Let’s just focus on tomorrow, okay?”, he gestured toward Gi-hun, ”He’s won these games before. If we stick together, we’ll have nothing to worry about."

You scoffed, shaking your head in disagreement, ”Cut the poor guy some slack.”, you glanced at Gi-hun, eyeing the sharp tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers curled into his palms, ”He doesn’t need more pressure from everyone expecting too much from him. He'll crumble to pieces."

Gi-hun turned to you at that. For a second, you thought he might actually say something. Something real. But then, just as quickly, he looked away.

390 nodded. "You’re right. But he has the experience. Any advice he has will help."

"He’s right.”, a new voice.

You all turned in unison. Player 388. Your eyes narrowed slightly. So, he had been eavesdropping. And he did it again.

He hopped down from his bunk, stepping closer to the group, ”We have to stick together. I’ll be with you all the way."

You frowned. Skepticism creeping in, ”Who are you?"

The man straightened his posture, ”I’m Dae-ho. Kang Dae-ho."

Dae-ho turned toward Gi-hun, extending a hand. A handshake. An offering. Gi-hun didn’t take it.

390 arched an eyebrow. "Oh, Dae-ho. Have we met?"

Dae-ho hesitated. A flicker of something too fast to catch. His gaze shifted, first to Player 001. Then to Gi-hun. Then, finally, to you. And when he extended his hand again, you felt the weight of their gazes on you. Waiting.

You blinked. Then, slowly, you took his hand. Dae-ho’s fingers were warm. And when you welcomed him, he nodded gratefully.

You looked at Player 001 again. But he was already watching you. A chill curled down your spine, slow and deliberate, like fingers trailing along your skin. It was subtle, but his expression shifted. Not much. Just enough to unsettle you.

Recognition. Again. Or was that jealousy?

What you didn't see was that his expression had changed again. Not just interest. Something closer to… possession.

No, don’t be ridiculous, (Y/N).

He kept watching you, like he had seen you before. Like he knew exactly who you were now. The weight of his gaze wasn’t just familiarity though, it was expectation. As if he was waiting for you to remember. Your stomach twisted. Where had you seen him before? The thought gnawed at the back of your skull, sinking its teeth in, refusing to let go.

You tried to place him—tried to pull him from the depths of your memory, where forgotten things go to rot. But every time you got close, every time you felt like you were reaching for something solid, it slipped through your fingers. Like water through cupped hands.

“Are you sure we haven’t met before?”

“Very sure.”, he said.

Liar.

The word flared behind your teeth, but you didn’t say it. Instead, you looked away.

—

Seoul. Outside the hospital. August 31st 2015.

It was raining. That’s what you remember first.

Not the words. Not the doctor’s face. Just the sound—the endless drumming against the hospital windows, against the pavement, against the roof of your skull. Filling the silence before the weight of it could crush you.

“We’re terribly sorry. Your brother only has a few days left."

The words landed like a blow. Didn’t sink in. Just hovered there, useless and unreal.

It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

You were supposed to be at home with Jonah, counting down to your 21st birthday tomorrow, joking about how old you were getting. Not here. Not now.

Where was your dad? Your mom? You don’t know. You should. But you don’t.

It didn’t matter, anyway. It was too late. Too late.

The hospital room felt too small. Too suffocating. The air smelled like antiseptic and something worse, something bitter and sterile and hollow. You couldn’t be in there anymore. You needed out. Needed air. Needed-

So you walked away. Somewhere. Anywhere.

And then you were outside.

You don’t remember pushing through the doors. Don’t remember stepping into the rain. But it was there, soaking through your clothes, sliding down your face in slow, icy trails. You weren’t sure where the rain ended and you began. You tilted your head up slightly, letting the rain mix with the tears you refused to wipe away. Maybe if you stood there long enough, you’d just dissolve into nothing.

You just let it happen—the cold creeping into your bones, numbing the places where the grief should have settled. You stood there long enough for your fingers to go stiff, for your lips to feel like they didn’t belong to your face anymore. You stood there until the only thing you could feel was the weight pressing down on your ribs, crushing something inside of you until there was nothing left to break.

The door to the hospital slid open with a quiet hiss behind you. You didn’t turn.

A man stepped out, barely hesitating before lighting a cigarette. The scent of smoke curled into the cold air, mixing with the dampness of the rain.

You heard the flick of a lighter, the sharp inhale, the quiet exhale.

He ignored you the best he could until you shivered—a full-body tremor you couldn’t suppress, the cold cutting through the thin shirt you wore. Then the man finally spoke.

"You’re going to catch a cold.”

The voice was there. Low. Unfamiliar. You don’t remember what it sounded like. Only that it existed.

No answer. Didn’t look. But after a long moment, you stepped under the hospital overhang anyway. Not because you cared. Not because you wanted to. Just because he wouldn’t stop waiting.

He stood beside you. Close, but not too close.

Neither of you spoke. Not at first. It was a silence that stretched—one that didn’t need to be filled. And finally— "Family?"

You hesitated. The word was too big. Too much. You nodded anyway.

“You?”, you asked, just to say something.

A pause.

"Yeah."

That was it.

No names. No details. No stories. Just a shared understanding, heavy enough to settle between you.

The rain kept falling. The cigarette burned. And for the first time all day, the silence didn’t hurt.

"Could I get a cigarette?"

A shift beside you. The crinkle of a pack being pulled from a pocket. He handed one over without a word. You put it between your lips, fingers barely steady enough to hold it. A flame flickered at the edge of your vision. He held the lighter up.

You leaned in. Let him light it for you.

The first inhale burned. Good.

"Thanks."

The silence stretched over you again. You took a long drag from your cigarette, letting the smoke curl in your lung and suffocate you.

You broke the silence first, “What’s your name?"

“Does it matter?”

"Guess not."

You don’t remember his face. Or his voice. But you remember this. The rain. The cold. The cigarette between your fingers, smoke curling into the night. The feeling of standing next to someone who didn’t ask for anything, who didn’t expect anything, who just stood there.

You didn’t see him again. Not for a week.

And for some reason, that stuck with you.

—

The dormitory. Present.

The memory slams into you like a punch to the ribs. Your breath catches—too sharp, too sudden. A cold sweat prickles at the back of your neck. Your pulse stumbles, just for a moment, before picking up a fraction too fast. You swallow hard, blinking fast, but the static in your head doesn’t clear. Your hands twitch, restless, like they’re reaching for something unseen.

A cigarette. A lighter. A name.

You closed your eyes for a moment. The scent of cigarette smoke still clung to your senses, curling in the back of your mind like it had never left. Like time hadn’t touched it. Like it had burned itself into your bones, waiting for the right moment to resurface.

Had you really forgotten his face? His voice? Or had you buried it—like everything else?

Your fingers twitched where they rested on your lap, a phantom weight settling between them. The ghost of a cigarette. The quiet rasp of a lighter flicking open. The slow inhale. The smoke curling past your lips, thick and acrid, stealing the air from your lungs.

Why now?

You exhaled, trying to shake the feeling, but something inside you clawed at the edges, a whisper of recognition you couldn’t place. A presence you had felt before, but never turned to face.

Your eyes flickered up.

Player 001.

As you locked eyes with 001, something shifted. A flicker of something deep in your chest, something you shouldn’t be feeling.

Attraction wasn’t the right word. This wasn’t attraction. Not in the way you knew it.

Attraction wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Like being studied.

It made no sense. But it was there, curling in the pit of you stomach like a lit fuse.

No, that wasn’t it. It wasn’t about how he looked at you, how his voice sounded, or how his presence filled the space around you all. It was deeper than that.

Stranger. More dangerous.

It was the remembrance.

The way he looked at you—like he already knew you. Like he had seen everything you were and everything you were not. And the worst part? You felt it too. It made no sense. But it was there, curling in the pit of you stomach like a lit fuse.

Not fear. Not trust. Something in between.

A man like him shouldn’t have that effect on you.

He wasn’t young. He was handsome, true, but not in the effortless way of youth. His features were sharp, deliberate—chiselled jaw, high cheekbones, eyes dark and intense. The kind of face that could have belonged to a movie star in his prime, except there was something more.

There was no naivety to his beauty. No softness. Just a quiet, effortless confidence, like he had nothing to prove because he had already won the game long before anyone else knew they were playing.

And you were watching.

You hated that.

Hated the way your pulse picked up. Hated the way your breath shallowed—just slightly. Hated the way his voice lingered in your mind, low and even, like he had spent a lifetime learning exactly how to make people listen.

God, what the hell was wrong with you?

This wasn’t the time for this. This wasn’t the place. And yet.

When he leaned forward slightly, his attention still locked on you, the feeling sharpened. Not lust. Not even desire.

Curiosity.

The kind that was dangerous. The kind that got people killed.

He was still watching you. The feeling in your stomach twisted tighter.

It was the way he held your gaze—too steady, too deliberate. Not casual. Not meaningless. It was the way he sat, completely at ease, as if he had all the time in the world to watch. To watch you.

It was unsettling. Not in a way that made you want to look away—but in a way that made you want to stare back. Like if you looked hard enough, if you pieced together the shadows of memory, you could force his face to belong somewhere.

"Do I know you?"

The words echoed inside your skull, circling, gnawing at something just out of reach.

A ridiculous question. And yet. The feeling wouldn’t go away.

Your pulse was a dull, steady thrum against your ribs as you let the thought settle, let the weight of it press down on you.

If you had really forgotten, then why did your body remember? Why did your breath feel heavier? Why did your hands feel empty, like they had lost something they should have been holding? Why did his eyes feel like they had already seen you—somewhere outside of this place?

A flash of rain. A flick of a lighter.

A quiet voice beside you.

“You’re going to catch a cold.”

Your stomach lurched.

No. That was—no.

Your mind scrambled to catch up, to hold the thought in place, but it was ridiculous. An impossible connection.

What were the odds?

There were thousands of men in this city who smoked. Hundreds who had stood outside that hospital over the years. What were the odds? And yet, you still couldn’t remember his face.

Maybe you never would.

What were the odds?

The question curled around your ribs like smoke, thick and inescapable. But when you looked at him again, his expression hadn’t changed. And that was the worst part. Because he knew something.

And he wasn’t going to tell you. Not yet.

That was impossible. Wasn’t it?

Your lips pressed into a thin line, fingers curling slightly. Your mind tried to shove the thought back into the dark, to rationalise it away.

Because it wasn’t him. Just another older man. Just another moment in your past you had no business dragging into the present.

And yet. Player 001’s lips curled. Just slightly. Not quite a smile.

You looked away first.

"You alright?”, Player 390’s voice cut through the static in your mind, grounding you. His eyes flickered over you, waiting for an answer.

“Yeah."

Too fast. Too clipped. He didn’t believe you. Hell, you didn’t believe you.

You exhaled sharply, forcing your shoulders to drop, shaking the tension out of your fingers.

It was just a memory.

Just the past clawing at you when you least expected it. Nothing more.

And yet… your fingers curled slightly, like they were waiting for something. A lighter. A cigarette.

A name you had asked for but never received.

You clenched your jaw and stood up to walk back to your bed. But your legs felt heavier now, as if something unseen was still holding onto them.

#ao3 #hwang inho x reader #hwang inho #hwang in ho #squid game fanfiction #squid game #fluff #angst #lee byung hun #gi hun squid game #seong gi hun #jung bae

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pixiexdusts-world · 3 days ago

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Fighting words

Han Gyeong-Su x bestie!reader

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If there was one thing I knew about Gyeong-su, it was that he could never stay still. Whether he was cracking jokes in class, drumming his fingers on his desk, or picking fights he had no chance of winning—he was always moving, always loud, always him.

And for some reason, he had decided that I was his favorite person to annoy.

“Admit it,” he said one afternoon, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we walked out of school. “You’d be so bored without me.”

I scoffed, elbowing him in the ribs until he let go with a dramatic groan. “More like relieved. I could finally have some peace.”

“Lies,” he gasped, clutching his chest. “You love me. It’s okay, I understand.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at my lips. This was our dynamic—bickering, teasing, shoving each other around like kids on a playground. No one ever took us seriously when we argued because they knew it was just us being us.

Gyeong-su, however, always had to win.

“Say it,” he taunted, stepping in front of me so I had to stop walking. “Say ‘Gyeong-su is the best person in my life, and I’d be lost without him.’”

I raised an eyebrow. “Say ‘I’m an idiot who eats way too much lunch and never shares.’”

He gasped, offended. “Excuse me? I offered you my fries yesterday, and you rejected them!”

“Because you only gave me the soggy ones!”

“They were perfectly fine!”

I shoved him, and he shoved me back, our laughter echoing through the quiet street. But then, something changed. He hesitated—just for a second—before stepping closer. His usual grin softened, and his voice dropped just enough for me to notice.

“You know I’m just messing with you, right?” he asked. “But… if I ever say something that bothers you, tell me.”

I blinked at him, caught off guard. “Where is this coming from?”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I dunno. Just thinking.”

That was a lie. Gyeong-su never just thought. He felt. Loudly. And right now, I could feel something different in the way he was looking at me—something I wasn’t sure I was ready to name.

So I did what I always did. I rolled my eyes and lightly flicked his forehead. “You’re such a weirdo.”

He groaned, rubbing the spot I hit. “You’re actually evil.”

“Yeah, yeah. Come on, let’s go.”

As we walked, he fell into step beside me, quieter than before. Then, just when I thought the moment had passed, he muttered under his breath—just loud enough for me to hear—

“You would be lost without me, though.”

Gyeong-su was right. I would be lost without him.

But that didn’t mean I was going to tell him that. Not yet, anyway.

Things between us didn’t change immediately. We still bickered like always, still shoved each other in the hallways, still made stupid bets just to see who could win. But there was something there now, something I could feel every time our eyes met for too long or when his touches lingered just a second longer than before.

It made me nervous.

I didn’t know how to deal with this version of Gyeong-su—the one who wasn’t just my best friend, but something more. He still acted the same, still annoyed the hell out of me, but sometimes, I’d catch him looking at me like I was the only person in the world. And that terrified me.

Because I was starting to feel the same way.

—

The confession happened the way everything with us did—chaotically.

It was late, and we were walking home together after another study session that had turned into us doing everything except studying. The streetlights buzzed above us, casting long shadows on the pavement, and the air was cold enough to make me pull my sleeves over my hands.

Gyeong-su noticed. Without a word, he reached out and tugged on my sleeve, making me stumble a little.

“You cold?” he asked.

“I’m fine.”

He hummed, unconvinced. Then, without warning, he pulled his hoodie over his head and tossed it at me.

I barely caught it in time. “What the—”

“Wear it.”

I held it up, staring at him. “You’re literally just in a T-shirt. You’ll freeze.”

He grinned. “I run hot.”

“That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“And yet, here you are, still putting up with me.”

There it was again—that shift. The unspoken thing between us that neither of us wanted to address but both of us felt. My fingers tightened around the fabric of his hoodie.

I took a breath. “Gyeong-su.”

“Hm?”

I looked up at him, and suddenly, it all came pouring out. “Do you ever think about what would happen if we stopped playing around?”

He tilted his head. “What do you mean?”

I swallowed, my throat dry. “If we just… stopped pretending. Stopped acting like this is all just a joke.”

For once, he was silent.

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest, but I pushed forward before I lost the courage. “Because it’s not. At least, not for me.”

His expression shifted—gone was the usual smirk, the easygoing teasing. Instead, he just looked at me, like he was trying to figure out if this was real.

Then, he exhaled a laugh. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

My breath caught. “Wait, what?”

He took a step closer, his voice softer now. “I was never pretending.”

Oh.

Before I could say anything else, he reached out, tugging the hoodie in my hands. “Put it on,” he murmured. “It’ll make me feel better.”

I stared at him for a second before finally pulling it over my head. It was warm—he was warm—and it smelled like the stupid minty shampoo he always used.

When I looked up, he was grinning again. But this time, it was different. This time, it was ours.

“So, does this mean I win?” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t stop the small smile on my lips. “Shut up, Gyeong-su.”

And then, before I could overthink it, I grabbed his hand.

He blinked down at our intertwined fingers, then back at me, his smile softening. He squeezed my hand gently.

“Guess that means I win and I get the girl.”

I groaned. “I take it back. Let go.”

“Nope. Too late. You’re stuck with me.”

And honestly?

I wouldn’t have it any other way.

#all of us are dead #han gyeong su #Han gyeong su x reader #Han gyeong su x you #gyeong su x reader #gyeong su x you #all of us are dead x reader #all of us are dead x you #aouad x reader #aouad #gyeong su

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racoon3lizabeth · 20 hours ago

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Art critics at work: part two

part 1 | part 2

summary: remus dislikes a lot of things. not just the teachers lounge but the cafeteria as well. But what he didn’t know is that someone else is using his secret place to eat.

notes: this was sort of rushed and not as well written as the first part. I’ve been having a lot of writers block so that’s why. but next part will be longer and much more well written! buuuuuut I hope you like it either way!!

remus lupin x fem!reader

Eating lunch at school should be illegal if you ask Remus. At least as a teacher. Not only does he sneak into the art classroom to print papers, which he had completely forgotten to do when he stumbled upon the new teacher, he also tries to sneak away during lunch to eat in peace. Hence as to why he always brings his own lunch.

Sirius and him usually eat together. Sometimes outside on the benches or in Remus' classroom. But that’s why Wednesdays are the worst. Their lunch breaks are normally at the same time but unfortunately not in the middle of the week. So he’ll have to eat alone because there’s no chance he’s eating in the cafeteria.

With his salad in hand he walked out the front door, turning right to continue down the path which leads down to three couples of tables. The wooden tables are all rectangular with two bench seats. Lightened up by the yellow spring sun.

It’s still in that early phase of spring where the sun shines the brightest but offers the least of warmth. Not even his dark brown leather jacket and red scarf could save him from the chill air.

Remus is once again too caught up with his own thoughts. If he hadn’t been repeating the lessons he’ll be holding later today in his head he would’ve been able to stop before you saw him.

“Remus?”

The professor looks up from the ground at the sound of your voice, only a few metres from the benches, stopping in his pace when he sees you. “Hi,” his lips curled into a quizzical smile. “What are you doing here?” He questions. Even though it’s obvious due to the sandwich in your right hand.

You regard him with a nervous twinkle in your eye. You’ve only talked once, about a week ago and you’ve only seen him in the hallways since then and once during a meeting. Always sending each other subtle glances as you walk past each other.

But you haven’t truly spoken and the mere thought of sparking another conversation sends a chill down your spine.

“Eating lunch,” you explain, raising your shoulders in a half shrug. “I’m too nervous to talk to the other teachers.” You add, letting out an anxious chuckle. Taking a bite out of your sandwich.

Remus takes your words as an invitation to sit down with you, which it also was. It’s not like he’s any more confident than you, he’s just as nervous at the thought of having a conversation. But he hasn’t got anywhere else to sit. There’s two other tables but he obviously can’t just ignore you and choose to sit at another table.

That’s like experiencing the teenage drama that’s happening around them everyday.

He could also go back to his classroom and eat his lunch in peace. But he needs some fresh air. The stuffy air in his classroom can get a bit too much sometimes, even if he tries opening a window. There’s always someone who complains about the cold or noises from outside since a few of his students always stayed behind.

He settles down in front of you, placing his salad on top of the table. “Most of them are alright,” the cold wind blowing through his curls. “Sirius is nice.” he remarked. Observing her with a gentle gaze as he opens the plastic lid to his food.

Your eyes flick back and forth over his face, studying him as you raise one of your eyebrows. “Who’s Sirius?” You inquire, voice not over a whisper, embarrassed by the fact that you don’t know who he is.

Remus pauses in mid action, fork just above his lips. “Mr Black?” Tilting his head to the side. “Music teacher?” He questions, lowering his hand to rest on the table.

Your mouth forms a small O shape as the realisation dawns upon you. You had actually seen Sirius talk with Remus multiple times. Perhaps you had just been too busy peering at the handsome history teacher to notice Mr Black. “Right,” you snicker. “Yeah I know who that is.”

The history teacher starts to eat as you talk. Having a hard time concentrating when you’re just sitting there in front of him looking effortlessly radiant. “He’s one of my best friends,” he elaborates when he finishes chewing. “I’ve known him and two other blokes since we were eleven.”

“Really?” You raise a curious eyebrow. “How come?”

“We went to school together.” He explains simply. It actually wasn’t more complicated than that at all. They all met when they were eleven and very mischievous. Though he doesn’t have to tell you about the number of pranks he pulled through his youth. Maybe he’ll tell you one day, on the first date. Or maybe that’s more of a third date thing?

His heart rate goes from normal to abnormally fast at the thought. Immediately regretting his stupid daydreaming. He barely even knows you.

“That’s nice,” you responded, your beautiful voice causing him to snap back to reality. “Weird coincidence that your friend Sirius also works here.” You comment, lips twitching into a small smile. Taking another bite of your sandwich, the cold breeze makes its way into your thin jacket, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Remus quickly finished his salad, placing his cutlery inside of the box before he closed the lid on top. Chewing on his lower lip as a grin spreads on his face. “Not really,” your eyes meeting for a few seconds before Remus peers down at the table. Crossing one leg over the other. “I worked here first and then my mate Sirius needed a job.” Remus recalled.

You manage to nod slowly as you observe him. His chocolate coloured eyes turn more hazel as the sun shines down on them. A small, almost unnoticeable scar stretching from his right eyebrow down the slope of his nose. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, not that you’re complaining, but you can see his pretty face much clearer.

“Are you going to that teacher parent meeting tomorrow night?” You questioned, changing the subject since the small dusting of freckles on his nose had made you completely forget what you talked about in the first place.

Remus drums his fingers against the edge of the table, your piercing although kind gaze making him restless. “Yeah,” he confirms. Running a hand through his hair. “Are you?” Not knowing if you’re aware that those meetings are pretty much mandatory since you just started working at the school.

“Yeah,” you echo, finally finished with your lunch. “So I’ll see you there?” You ask, eyes lightening up just by the thought of it.

Remus clears his throat, folding his hands in his lap. “Yes.” He replies, tugging at his scarf that suddenly felt extremely tight. The cold wind didn’t feel so cold anymore. His hands had even started to grow clammy due to how fast his heart thumped inside of his chest. “I’ll save you a seat.” He adds, chuckling nervously as he realises what he just uttered. Why on earth does he always tend to make a fool out of himself?

Your entire face reddens, turning crimson as a flush creeps up your neck. “Great.” You only mutter, not really trusting your voice at the moment.

“Great.” He repeats, voice cracking slightly.

Based on your reaction it wasn’t that out of place for him to say. Maybe just a little.

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tags: @amatoanima @po3tbbygirl @lettertovera @allformoony @ladyaida

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ldydeath · 22 hours ago

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Show Must Go On | Kang Dae-sung

Summary: You and Daesung both have feelings for each other but are too stubborn to admit it. When your boss decides that a PR relationship is best for business you both worry that you're feelings might come out. What could go wrong?

Warnings: None.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing for our angel baby, Daesung. Please let me know if you'd like to be added to my tag list.

Daesung had been one of the first people you’d met when you had started coming up in the industry. With both of you becoming famous around the same time, you’d grown close rather quickly. You’d spent a lot of time with him and his band over the years, so much so that you all went hand in hand at this point. People didn’t think of them without thinking of you and vice versa. It was daunting sometimes being talked about in the same circles, but you loved your friends too much to ever distance yourself from them.

That however, didn’t stop you from being shocked when you walked into your bosses office to see Daesung there. “Dae? What are you doing here?” He shrugged and you raised a brow at your boss as you sat down. It had been a long time since you two had been called into the office together. In fact, the last time had been when you were a lot longer and were being scolded for doing something wrong on a variety show. You wracked your brain trying to think of something, anything you’d done wrong recently as your boss began to speak. “It’s a weird time for the industry and with you two still being single we think it’s best if you do a PR relationship. At least for a bit.” You blinked, having missed all but the end of the conversation. “What? That’s ridiculous. Nobody cares that we’re single.” Daesung nodded in agreement.

“It’s perfect timing, Daesung is doing reunion shows with BigBang, you’ve got your new album coming out. It’s a win-win if you promote each other and attend all these events together. You guys have a staged photo shoot in an hour for the hard launch.” You looked at Dae who rolled his eyes before looking back at your boss. “And we have to do this?” His voice was soft and you raised a brow, wondering why he wasn’t fighting back as hard as you were. “Yes.” Your boss leaned over, handing you both a timeline of the relationship. You snatched it from his hands before standing up to leave the room.

As soon as you were outside the room a hand was on your arm, you looked up into the concerned eyes of your best friend, “Are you ok?” Your expression softened at his worry and you let out a sigh, “Yeah, I’m just annoyed that we have to do this.” He cocked his head to the side, dropping your arm and folding them across his chest. “It’s not that big of a deal. It’s not like we’re not going to take this stupid schedule and make it fun.” It was a big deal, though. Over the last few months you’d started to feel things that you shouldn’t for your best friend. You weren’t so sure you could handle fake dating your best friend while you were navigating your own feelings for him. “Yeah, okay. I know we’ll make it fun, it’s just silly that they think anyone would care about this.”

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A week had passed since the pictures of you being caught on a date had appeared online and you were eating your words. Fans from all over the world were obsessed that the two of you were dating. You were knee deep in instagram comments over a photo of your and Daesung’s hands. It was kind of funny how they could find a way the fans were playing detective over every post and story the two of you would put up. You didn’t even have to be in each other's stories for them to assume you were together.

The agreement had been that you’d be caught out, being a little too friendly but wouldn’t confirm anything yet. This week was a week of soft launching without tagging each other, no faces, nothing just to gauge the reaction. Tonight was the big show. You two had dinner with Jiyong and Youngbae and a couple people from both of your teams, something you all did frequently but after the dinner you and Daesung would get caught kissing.

You were a nervous wreck at the thought of it. Just being around him like this the past week had you on edge. Careful not to linger too much when holding hands, or to not look at him too long when walking down the street. It was one thing for the fans to see you smitten, it was another for him to realize just how much you weren’t acting. You were so busy trying to play it cool that you didn’t realize the way his touch lingered or the fact that he never wanted to be the one to leave first. You were fighting so hard to convince yourself that there were no real feelings there that you were missing the probability that he was in love with you and afraid to admit it too.

A knock at your door broke your thoughts and you grabbed your bag. Checking yourself over one final time before plastering a big smile on your face to hide the nerves, “You ready?” Dae greeted you and you nodded. “As I’ll ever be.” You held your hand out for him to take and he laced your fingers together, your heart pounding in your chest just from holding his hand. This man was going to drive you crazy and he didn’t even know it. As if picking up on your nerves, Daesung gave your hand a gentle squeeze as he led the way to the restaurant.

As expected the paparazzi was out, following you and your security down the street. Thankfully you only lived a couple blocks from dinner so the walk wasn’t too sketchy with your team by your side. As Daesung opened the door to the restaurant you leaned up to plant a kiss on his cheek, his cheeks flushing at the touch. That was unscripted and you cursed to yourself as you let go of his hand to make your way inside. Thankfully, everyone else was already there and the cameras weren’t allowed inside. You only had to keep up appearances in case anyone got a shot of you through the window, but you didn’t have to act in front of your friends.

“I guess I just don’t understand why you two have to be here for the kiss, it’s embarrassing.” You complained as dinner was coming to an end. Daesung's eyes flashed with a hint of hurt before covering it up with a nod his grip tightening on your leg. You didn’t see how much it was killing him, being so close to you and you shutting him down every chance you got. He should’ve told you how he felt, and now he was starting to chicken out. “I think it’s so the world can see that we support you both.” Jiyong looked between you too as you spoke. “It’s a big deal for the Hyung to approve of his girlfriend.” He sat back smugly in his seat and you rolled your eyes at him, knowing he didn’t take that title seriously anymore.

As you went to stand once the meal was over, Daesung kept his arm on your leg, causing you to stay seated. “We don’t have to do this, if it’s going to make you uncomfortable.” You thought maybe you were imaging things but he seemed sad as he spoke to you and you frowned, your eyes locking on him. Daesung wanted to make sure you were comfortable before anything else was to happen. He didn’t care about schedules or contracts or their boss, he only cared about you. “I’m not uncomfortable, never with you, it’s just weird, you know?” You were projecting, nothing about kissing this man was going to be weird. You were nervous that you wouldn’t be able to hide your feelings and ruin your whole friendship, but you had to do this. “Come on, once this is over we can go back to my place and watch everyone freak out in real time, it’ll be fun.” He nodded, standing up and taking your hand in his again before leading you outside.

You spotted the cameras hungry for attention, it was show time. Hugs were exchanged between you and the guys and as Daesung pulled you towards your street you leaned up, your mouth brushing his slightly. As his lips met yours, you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and just as you were about to pull away, Daesung’s arm wound around your back pulling you closer and deepening the kiss. He had one shot to let you know how felt, and he poured all his emotions into that kiss, hoping maybe now you’d realize how he felt about him.

You got lost in the moment, your heart doing somersaults as you kissed your best friend. Jiyong cleared his throat behind you, causing you both to freeze. “Camera’s left a bit ago.” Your eyes popped open and you turned slowly, taking in the scene. It was just the four of you and your various security standing awkwardly around you. “Right. Well, we’re going to go.” Youngbae waved and the two of them took off down the street.

When you turned back around Daesung was looking at you, his expression soft. “So I guess that happened?” He chuckled his hand finding its way to yours as he faced you fully. “Kind of like you a lot more than just as a friend these days.” His eyes were wide searching yours for any clue that you felt the same and you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding, your hand moving to cup his cheek. “Kind of feel the same about you. That’s why I was so nervous about this whole fake dating thing. I didn’t think you felt the same and I didn’t want you to realize that I’m stupid crazy about you.”

He grinned, his eyes closing into those perfect half moons that you loved so much and it felt like a weight had been lifted off both your shoulders. “Starting to think this was a setup to get us to both stop being so stubborn.” He made a face, looking around as if someone was going to pop out and tell him he was right at any moment. “I’m glad though, I was too scared to tell you how I felt, and I knew today was my only shot to really show you how I felt. I think maybe we rip up that stupid contract and give dating for real a real shot.” You nodded your head at his words, leaning up to kiss him again. “Come on, let’s get you home so we can have some privacy.” He pecked your lips a couple more times before leading you down the street. Both of you making a mental note to thank your boss and everyone else who’d been involved in setting this up for getting you to realize that you two were crazy about each other.

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slut4thebroken · 2 days ago

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A Pleasant Surprise

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Pairing | Neil Lewis x reader

Summary | You’re hired to gain dirt/intel on Neil so your client can blackmail him into selling his store or something idk lol. You’re stalking him basically.

Warnings | Smut, technically non con cause voyeurism, come eating lowkey lol, stalking, overstim, masturbation, multiple orgasms, pain kink?, light cbt, pathetic & subby!Neil obvi.

Words | 1.7 k

Notes | I wrote this in like… one hour lmao.

Ao3 link | <3

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Kinktober | day 20: CBT

“I think I’m going insane.”

Your friend laughed through the phone at your opening, then finally replied, “Why?”

“You know that guy I was hired to gain intel on?”

“Scrawny, nerdy one, right?” She asked. “Something about not selling his store?” You sighed heavily, finally taking the binoculars away from your face for a break.

“Yeah. All he does is sit at home and watch movies, go to work, and then sometimes sit at work and watch movies… I’m so fucking bored.”

“Can you at least see the tv and watch too?”

“Yes, but it doesn’t even matter! They’re all weird, obscure films that no one has ever even heard of!” Your friend laughed again and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up— It’s not funny.” You grumbled.

“It’s a little funny.”

“Then switch jobs with me!” You whined, despite already knowing her answer.

“Can’t. I'm watching this rich kid who’s supposed to take over his dead dad’s business.”

“Rich kid? Is he hot?”

“Hang on.” You heard some movement through the phone, then felt it vibrate. “Check your messages.” You obeyed and turned the phone on speaker before opening the text from her, finding a picture of one of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

“What the hell? That’s not fair!” Your voice got even more whiny than it was before as you pouted.

“Eh… He travels a lot for work which is annoying. And like I said, his dad just died so he’s all depressed now.”

“I’d rather have a sad fucking Greek sculpture than,” you lifted the binoculars again, but Neil was gone. “Okay- what the fuck? I swear, I took my eyes off him for less than two minutes.”

“Oh my god— please go do your job. I have to go anyway, he should be leaving the office soon.”

“Whatever.” You huffed with a pout while you searched the other windows of the house for any sign of him. “Enjoy your hottie while I’m stuck doing nothing all day.”

That made her laugh quietly. “Let’s meet up for dinner soon, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…” You muttered playfully, unable to hide your smile.

The call finally ended and you focused your attention on the house again. Usually if he went into the bathroom, the light was on, but the room was still dark. After waiting a few minutes, you finally saw the bedroom light flick on. Neil was bad about leaving his blinds open, but you weren’t complaining— it made your job a lot easier.

He sat down at a desk and was typing something on the computer. You couldn’t see what because he was perpendicular to the window you were watching him through, so you could only see him from the side.

Then, after a couple minutes, his hand drifted down to his crotch. Your eyes widened as you stared at him, hoping he was just adjusting himself or something… But, no. He started palming his bulge and you practically ripped the binoculars away from your face with a blush.

This has happened a few times over the course of your career and usually you just take it as a sign to go on a break and get food or something… However, you couldn’t help it when you slowly lifted the binoculars again, biting your lip as you watched.

It didn’t take long for him to scramble to open his pants and take out his erection. You choked on your spit and your eyes widened again once you saw it— flushed pink and a lot bigger than you would’ve guessed. When your mouth started watering, you forced yourself to look away, but it barely took five seconds for your gaze to stay back to him.

He was stroking himself now, his free hand using the computer mouse to most likely find a video to watch. Neil definitely wasn’t your usual type— he was too submissive and pathetic… but something about the way he was pumping his cock like a fucking horny teenager had you reaching a hand in your pants to join. You imagined him whining and whimpering, begging for pussy… Not your pussy, obviously. That would be unprofessional...

His mouth dropped open and you wished you could hear his moans. You also wished you could hear the sound of him rapidly stroking his cock, slick with the lotion that was sitting on his desk that he used as lube.

Your fingers worked faster on your clit, hoping to finish before the ‘show’ ended, even though you weren’t really expecting to— he didn’t exactly seem like the type to have a lot of stamina.

Neil was presumably changing the video again, then he moved his hand down from the computer mouse to cup his balls, the sensation making him throw his head back. You watched, completely entranced, as he jerked off while playing with his balls, the visual making your cunt gush, no doubt soaking through the fabric of your panties.

His hips were squirming and bucking off the desk chair as he reclined back into it as much as he could without falling. When his hips thrusted up again, and he almost actually fell off the chair that time, you rolled your eyes, still not even knowing how you were possibly finding anything about this man attractive…

Despite that though, you could feel yourself getting closer to the edge already. Based on how frantic his movements were getting, you figured you wouldn’t be able to come before he finished and you were proven correct when, barely ten seconds later, he finally came.

Ropes of come shot out of his cock, landing on his shirt, as his body twitched and writhed, riding it out. You groaned quietly in disappointment, your fingers slowing to a stop on your clit as you sighed. While Neil sat there panting and recovering, you debated just finishing early tonight and heading home so you could finally come, but you saw more movement again.

Rather than getting up, Neil was scooping up the come from his shirt and licking it off his fingers. You raised your brows as you watched through the binoculars, trying not to laugh. After that, he took a deep breath and reached for his cock again. He wrapped his hand around it, but didn’t move yet, confusing you.

Then he started rapidly stroking his half hard cock, faster than before, making your eyes widen in surprise. He was squirming and writhing on the chair, and his mouth was moving, but you couldn’t read his lips from the side like this. It didn’t take long for you to rejoin, your fading orgasm starting to approach again as you rubbed your clit in time with his pumps.

With his other hand, he reached for his balls again, but he pressed his hand flat against them. You watched with morbid curiosity, wondering what he was doing, but your silent question was answered when he reeled his hand back and brought it down hard on his balls. His whole body jerked and his legs quivered with the effort of keeping them open.

If you weren’t so fucking turned on right now, you might’ve even laughed at how pathetic he was. Instead, all you could do was moan.

He did it again and again, but you could tell he was keeping his hits kind of light. If it were you, you’d be using a paddle…

He suddenly let go of his cock and you practically held your breath as you waited. It was twitching on his stomach, red and leaking precum from the tip. He spanked his balls again and it jerked, then he spanked his cock. He didn’t react much because it seemed like he was too scared to hit hard, but once he realized it didn’t hurt, he did it again, harder this time. Except he apparently overestimated how much force he’d be able to use and he cried out, his body doubling over.

For a brief moment, he just trembled, then he quickly shot back up, reclining in the desk chair again… coming for the second time tonight. He instinctively started stroking his cock again, but his face scrunched up in a grimace and he immediately had to slow down because of the overstimulation, as well as the lingering pain.

Your orgasm hit you suddenly and you bit back a groan, trying to keep your eyes on him as you came. Your hips squirmed against your fingers as you rode it out, watching his hand slow to a stop. After another moment, you finally sagged back on the rooftop, panting heavily. Neil was in a similar state; catching his breath as his sensitive, almost bright red cock gave a few weak twitches on his stomach before starting to soften.

Once he recovered well enough, he logged out of the computer and then carefully peeled off his messy shirt, tossing it haphazardly on the floor.

“Huh…” You muttered under your breath, taking in his pale, barely toned stomach along with his somewhat skinny, but long cock, and his pale thighs peeking out from where his pants were pushed down. He was definitely very scrawny, but he was actually more attractive than you would’ve guessed.

Now that you were really looking at him too, he actually kind of looked like the rich kid your friend was currently stalking— just different hair, and a less neat and expensive appearance. You desperately wanted to tell her about your realization, but you knew the abrupt shift in your thoughts would be suspicious, so you decided to just wait and “coincidentally” bring it up the next time you both got drunk together— when you’d actually be able to admit to her that you got off while watching him masturbate…

Eventually, he carefully tucked his cock back in his pants, wincing at how sensitive he was, then he got up and left the room. A few seconds later, the bathroom light turned on, so you decided to just call it a night since he’d probably just be watching a movie and eating dinner before going to bed— assuming he followed the same routine he’s been doing every night for almost a week now.

Still don’t know how to end one shots tbh

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alastrpt · 1 day ago

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---𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚---

Alastor x reader

-I thought about this before going to bed and thought why not write it down!!I make up scenarios about Alastor before going to bed haha..😭🦷

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♪ You couldn't sleep at all today, not at all. You were face down at the blank wall. You picked up your phone to check the time. When you answered it, it was 8 o'clock. It was breakfast time, but you didn't have the strength to get out of bed.

You barely managed to get out of bed and put on your favorite f/c fluffy slippers. And when you looked in the mirror, you didn't look like you hadn't slept at all. You were actually surprised, but you were glad it wouldn't draw attention.

But you could draw attention because of your movements because your head was spinning and sometimes it got dark. You went to the Sink washed your face and thought you might feel more energetic but it was no use.

You wore your regular clothes (think about it yourself)You looked a little more energetic. You took the phone and left the room. When you came to the stairs, you started to go down.When you reached the end, you started to feel dizzy, you lost your balance and fell down the stairs.You tried to get up from the ground but it was useless. Finally you gave up, you felt someone approach you and the static started to get louder, you understood this was Alastor.

'Oh dear, falling down the stairs must have hurt!' Suddenly you felt your two hands lift you up, you managed to keep your balance when your feet hit the ground

'...thanks' When you were able to balance yourself, Alastor's two hands left you and joined behind his own body. 'I don't think I deserve a thank you, hah!

He flashes his toothy smile at you, you realize he turned around and went to the kitchen, you hadn't eaten right. You followed him right after

.When you entered the kitchen you noticed that everyone was there. You looked for an empty seat but only the seat next to Alastor was empty so you decided to sit there.Next to her was Vaggie Charlie, in front of her was Angel Dust and Husk, Niffty was giggling on the sidelines waiting for the sack.Charlie 'oh! Y/n you're awake!'He smiled at you and you gave him a soft smile in return.

You can tell that Alastor is making jambalaya by the smell, he puts out plates for everyone one by one, and at that moment you notice that Husk's coffee has the words 'fuck morning' written on it, which makes you smile a little.You know Husk is not a morning person.

When everyone starts eating, Alastor sits on the seat next to you and starts eating. You don't realize that Alastor occasionally looks at you while you're engrossed in a conversation with the other person.The moment you catch him you see Alastor looking away and you look at him suspiciously and raise an eyebrow but when you look at him a little too much you see a slight pink tint on his face. You don't want to bother him (this time) so you jump back into the conversation.

Everyone finishes their meal, washes the dishes and everyone goes to the living room.Everyone was talking about something different and you were standing, lost in thought.

'Oh someone looks lost in thought' you know that voice, Alastor.You shake off your thoughts and look at Alastor. 'oh.. haha.. i.. didn't notice that-'Alastor interrupts you and talks about different things.

you listen to him to be polite but as you listen your head started spinning, you tried to ignore it but this time Alastor's voice was disappearing, you Your vision was getting darker and you couldn't take it anymore, 'And dear I think- ' and you fainted.

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When you opened your eyes, you were in your own room, wrapped in a blanket. Jazz music was playing in the background. You tried to remember what happened but all you remember was fainting and then someone carrying you but the images were blurry.

When you turned your head you saw Alastor looking out the window.'Alastor.? What.. what just happened-'He immediately turns his head to you and his grin grows longer. 'Oh dear, I was wondering when you'd wake up!'

Alastor sits next to you"Here I made you some soup to keep you from getting worse" he hands you a spoon full of it

And even though you want to question it, you put the spoon in your mouth because you are tired. He does this a few times (until the soup is finished), occasionally giving you water and of course making you drink it with his own hand. When the soup is finished, Alastor makes the soup disappear with magic.

He gets out of bed and says, "I have to go now, you need to rest."You don't want Alastor to leave, you don't want to be alone. Just as Alastor is about to leave, you grab his wrist. He turns to you slightly and has a curious expression. "My dear-"

Before he can finish his sentence, you pull him to the bed and press him against his chest, holding his head with your other hand. You could hear the static getting louder,He eyes probably turned into radio channels but you didn't care.

'Please.. don't go.' You press him even closer to you .There is no sound from the alastor, just the static starts to break down and the static noise slowly disappears

Alastor didn't know what to say, what to do, he could teleport from there but he didn't have it in his mind right now, it was on you soft chest

Alastor's face started to turn pink. His hands were free, one hand was still holding his stick. His hands slowly touched your back and hugged you. His eyes slowly closed...

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When Alastor opened his eyes he noticed that he was in something soft and smelled nice. He blinked and realized that he was hugging someone. When he lifted his head up he remembered that he was hugging you and he fell out of bed.

You wake up to his voice and look up at him. Your hair moves beautifully “Alastor?” You rub your eyes to see better. “Are you okay?”

Alastor turns black and stands up suddenly. 'Don't worry dear, it was just an accident.'

He quickly opens the door and leaves the room. Since you are still tired, you get into bed without trying to understand everything and lie back down.

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