#come on! lights on! i want him extra pathetic next time!!

[fisheito]

He gets a little ..Dark Mode every other event

[jiminrings]

mature

pairing: jungkook x reader

wordcount: 8k

glimpse: the good thing about professing your feelings to jungkook is that it'd be over with, whether or not he likes you back — the bad thing is that he rejects you, even if you haven't confessed.

alternatively, crushing on jungkook who's in your friend group is, has, and will never be a good idea.

[ push n pull fic YIPPPEEEEE, fluff, angst, So Much Yearning, friends to lovers trope, jealousy, dunking on a stewpid jk (as one does), arguments that kinda hit home, redemption!! ]

notes: WE R SO BACK!!!! thank u for waiting 🫂🤍

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!!

You will never tell Jungkook how desperately you want to be loved.

In your defense (much to Jungkook’s offence), you want to be loved as desperately as he acts on an everyday basis. He’s not pathetic in the sense that he’s hopeless, but rather pathetic in the light that you want the entirety of him (stubbornness and occasional dimness included) to rub off on you.

You want to be loved pathetically in the same way that Jungkook never computes his expenses when it comes to self-indulgence yet always calculates when it comes to actual requirements. You want to be loved as wholly by the guy who can get by one DIY dorm dinner at a time by asking for scraps from the whole floor with a grin and his hands cupped in begging.

Jungkook’s one of your friends, if not the best you’ve ever had, and it’s a miracle that you haven’t jumped at each and every available chance to confess your growing feelings for him.

You bit your tongue that one time he bought you "one of those silly blind boxes you like" on a whim from a bookstore he only went inside to in the first place because he was dying outside in the heat, only to open it for you with your eyes closed and earn you an extra rare figure.

You had to physically restrain yourself (read: clasp your hands together in front of you) when Jungkook made you swap your counterfeit, barely-holding-on kitten heels for his trustworthy slides on the way home because your research presentation prior had you pacing nervously.

Every time that he gives you your tax of whatever he ordered (which always ends up being the best variant that your friend group could possibly order for a meal or a sweet treat), you have to etch into your head clearly, with ballpoint pen, that you will never tell Jungkook how desperately you want him to love you.

Every time that he gives you a one-on-one friend outing, just as he does with everyone else from your circle of ten people and counting (you lost count because you figure that all of you are about to outgrow the long table in the library that nobody else could fill), you convince yourself to never tell him how much you want it to be just you.

You figure that you’ll tell Jungkook that you do hold a candle for him, despite not detailing the extent, in this lifetime— maybe even the next time you get a moment alone with him, but you figure you won’t do it now; now, when he’s berating you for just a tiny sacrifice you made that’s minuscule for everything he does for you and everyone else.

“You’re impossible!” he huffs, his annoyance for you being loud enough to stop his faux display of studying and gather attention from everyone else in the library who actually is. Jungkook holds up his phone for you to read, brows scrunched at your look of amusement. “Jimin told me you were lactose intolerant!”

You can’t figure how and why Jungkook and Jimin’s conversation even flitted towards you when you recall clearly that the lactose-filled meal in question was from two weeks ago. You don’t question it because you already know that even giving it a second thought would already be too pompous of you, and you don’t question either why Jungkook looks too devastated at the realization.

“I just tolerated it,” you snort, burying your nose back into your notes, missing the flash of regret in Jungkook’s features.

He doesn’t know whether he’d feel more sorry over the fact that he didn’t know you were lactose intolerant, or that you didn’t speak up at all to preserve his excitement over eating at the restaurant he wanted to try out.

“But why would you?” he sulks, completely foregoing the textbook he has opened on the same page for the last hour.

You know exactly why you did, but you’d rather not tell Jungkook now. 

You’ll tell him some other time, that much you’re sure of, but not now — not now when he’s too devastated over your tummy issues, and not now when he’s just one revelation away from chewing you out over something he has to learn from someone else.

“Your broke ass bought it so I had to,” you murmur, rolling your eyes as you rest your chin on the palm of your hand.

“Foul,” Jungkook immediately chuckles, shaking his head at your retort even if he knows you’re just kidding around (he knows you won’t hurt him like that that), finally opening his laptop.

Jungkook, your friend, finally types on his laptop, yet it’s not for the contribution that he badly needs to put in for a group project.

Instead, he opens up the Google Doc and writes in a bullet point underneath your name, the words do not give cheese acquainted with three exclamation points — along with your name, is the names of your mutual friends and Jungkook’s observations that would come in handy for an outing, a gift, or both.

Jungkook’s that good of a friend, and that’s why you’ll never tell him how desperately you want to be loved by him.

( ♡ ) 

Getting gifts for someone who has a credit card and has no inhibitions when it comes to buying whatever they want is a difficult task.

Getting Jungkook for Secret Santa this year is even harder than the last, and that was when Jin snuck five strips of his name and left more than five of you (you don’t even know how that happened) without gifts, all while he was laughing to himself after he successfully gaslit everyone into thinking that they were all drunk and made the mistake themselves.

You don’t know what to give Jungkook that he doesn’t already have. He doesn’t have a girlfriend the last time you checked and while you can’t exactly wrap yourself in ugly, recycled kraft paper (as opposed to Jimin’s dumb, all-knowing-about-your-hidden-feelings suggestion), you’d rather not drive Jungkook away, even if you don’t know either how to drive him in.

You don’t have the slightest clue to what his ‘surprise me ;)’ scribble underneath his name means and it makes you feel guilty, far more than he ever could have after Jimin’s revelation of your dietary restrictions. 

It’s not the dilemma of who would sit next to who in the large albeit crowded dining table in the cabin that you rented out, nor is it the cooking and wrapping duties that each of you are tasked with that stresses you out this holiday season.

You wish so badly that the largest champagne problem you have at the moment was wondering if your Christmas gift for your nitpicky mom and nonchalant dad back at home arrived in time. You pray that your biggest hurdle is either convincing Namjoon that his room is just cold and not haunted, or breaking off a fight between Eunwoo and Soomin because they keep fighting over whose overpriced film camera will be used for the picture by the tree, or even talking Mingyu down from smacking Jin in his sleep.

The largest champagne problem that you have, even if it’s actually between life and living said life in peace without minding your inevitable heartbreak, is worrying about Jungkook’s gift.

You hold your breath as soon as Hoseok gathers everyone into the living room, your nerves probably getting the best of you because you hear Jungkook hollering to whoever’s closest to the thermostat to adjust it because your teeth kept chattering.

You have nothing to be nervous about, you convince yourself as Jungkook steps up into the middle and awaits with wide arms, your best friend being another victim of assuming that the comically large wrapped present is his (it’s not).

Jungkook doesn’t have any expectations for you to meet, you convince yourself as he becomes even more hyper when he learns that it’s you, so much so that he takes a lap around the backyard with his hands clapping furiously.

You can’t love Jungkook any more than you do now, you realize as you see Jungkook throw his head back in glee when he opens up your gift.

It’s only a Himalayan salt lamp. It’s only a lamp that you didn’t buy for so much. It’s only a thing that Jungkook said to you in passing one time, yet he’s beyond grateful — enough for him to carry you in his arms and take another lap around the backyard.

“God, you love me soooo bad,” he lulls, teasing you mercilessly as he unceremoniously drops you so he could adore the lamp up close. “I always wanted to lick one!”

“You’re so stupid,” you mutter, rolling your eyes at his excitement over something so simple; something so insignificant in the world of thoughtful, expensive gifts.

You affectionately think that Jungkook’s stupid, yet you can’t tear your eyes away from him.

“I didn’t hear a no,” Jungkook hums with his tongue out, eyes wide and flickering between you and the lamp. “Should I do it? Should I? I’m doing-…!”

You put a spoonful of cake into his mouth instead, the whine that escapes his throat still sounding like gratefulness to your ears.

Tonight’s not the night wherein you tell Jungkook how badly you want to be loved by him — not when he’s so preoccupied with his new salt lamp that he keeps daring people to take a lick of, not when he’s the one who’s being convinced that there’s a ghost in Namjoon's room and being bullied into sleeping in.

Not when Jungkook’s being the perfect, lovable friend that he is during the holidays and every other day.

( ♡ ) 

You’re well-aware that Jungkook’s a catch.

You know that he’s a catch and he’ll never live it down, and neither can you.

You’re very painfully aware that Jungkook’s a catch because you’re reminded of it every single day whenever you’re with your friends. You know that atleast two of them were integrated into the group in the first place because they liked Jungkook, and that doesn’t really bother you (more than it should, atleast) anymore. 

Sora’s crush formed out of boredom on Jungkook disappeared as soon as she got a boyfriend, but you understand why her gaze lingered on him in the first place.

Eunji’s crush on Jungkook already dissipated the moment she learned about his GPA, but you get why she had been attracted to his charm anyway.

You know that he’s a catch and that he’s not solely yours either, and the latter makes you humble.

“There’s flowers on your desk again,” you point out, the arrangement irking you for more reasons than one. “Why do you have to be so popular and handsome.. and lovable,” you mumble, the tail end of your mini rant barely being heard by Jungkook because he's too busy admiring his gift.

“What’s that now?” Jin piped up, eyebrows furrowed upon picking up your angry muttering. He's beyond confused, maybe just as much as you are, when you just snarl at him for his unintentional use of supersonic hearing.

“And why do I have to sit next to you even if I have allergies,” you redirect your attention to Jungkook who has to sweep the flowers to a beaten-up paper bag for safekeeping, the item in his backpack being the most used object for all of the admiration towards him.

“Because you’re the best-est friend ever,” he rolls his eyes, the faux pout on his lips surprisingly softening you instead of the opposite. “And maybe I’m the worst-est one to keep putting you through this.”

“You sound so stupid,” you reply automatically, crossing your arms and keeping them there. “But you’re right,” you exhale through your nose, conceding your defeat over willingly letting him put you through this, carrying the blame by yourself.

Jungkook doesn’t only act like this with you anyway. There’s no special treatment, there’s no false hopes being promised — it’s just you genuinely happening to fall for him.

“Come on, just tolerate it! Pinch your nose or something!”

“Why should I? Find another seatmate,” you sulk, making a point to angle your back away from him and towards Jin who’s at your right, doing his best at holding in a laugh over how ridiculous the both of you look.

“Obviously you’re the one with the latest phone so you have to take pictures of me with the flowers!” Jungkook whines, punctuating his sentence with a hand on his hip. He’s sulking because you’re sulking, and you’ve never hated him more at the moment. “Why else would I force you to sit with me?”

Jungkook’s stupid, and so are you, so you’d rather not tell him how desperately you want to be loved by him today.

( ♡ ) 

In all fairness, you thought you would lose nothing.

You thought you would lose nothing because in the first place, you barely expected anything out of Jungkook. Liking him didn’t mean that you were indebted to him, and liking you back isn’t something that he owed to you either.

You weren’t expecting Jungkook to fall on his knees and say something stupid to hint at his mutual love for you (although you did think about it a couple of times), but you atleast expected a little bit of respect from him to try and see the strength it took you to even confess.

You planned it perfectly, even taking a page off his book and making a whole word document for it wherein you spent days typing whatever crossed your mind throughout the day and erasing what seemed the most impossible throughout the night. 

In your word document, you and Jungkook would be out in the snow, skating in an outdoor rink even if neither of you know how to. You figure that you won’t attempt to drag (read: hobble with) him to the middle of the ice because in case he doesn’t like you back, the waddle back to the exit wouldn’t be as awkward; if Jungkook does like you back, you’ll still be hobbling to the exit, albeit happily.

In your word document, there’s a spine of a script that you would say when the day comes. You’ll skim along the lines of how you’ve never been so enamored with someone in your entire life (with the internal note that you’ll dial it back a bit if his expression turns sour), of how bright he makes your days for you, and how he doesn’t have to be obligated to like you back.

In your word document, you’re set. You’ve planned a foolproof blueprint of what would turn out, whether or not Jungkook is set on loving you the way you desperately want to be —

Except now, Jungkook completely undoes everything you’ve ever worked for.

Now, he looks at you with a glint in his eye that looks more apologetic than it is endearing. You don’t even know what led to your heartbreak exactly because one minute, you were just studying, and by the next, Jungkook’s already letting you down even if you haven't had the chance to rise.

You swear on your life that you weren’t giving any signals at all that you were actually about to confess. You were only silent, refusing to talk to him because you were too stressed over your task and that you were scared you would burst into tears if you tried mouthing the formula out loud, yet Jungkook mistakes it for your love.

Whatever you do on a daily basis, whatever you do based on your nature, Jungkook mistakes it for a confession that he wasn’t even supposed to hear until the end of the week.

He wasn’t wrong about the fact that you love him — what he’s wrong about is his assumption that your silence around him when it’s just the two of you, right now while you lose your mind over an assignment as you’re dressed in last week’s sweater and last semester’s horror, is your confession.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Jungkook winces, gently patting you on the shoulder as you’re yet to digest his rejection. “But I just don’t think we’ll work out.”

( ♡ ) 

You theorized that getting over Jungkook would be fairly easy on the chance that he rejects you after your confession.

You figure that Jungkook himself as a concept would be drastically difficult to move on from because he was just so lovable. He doesn’t know how to read a room and it’s one of his better quirks when you’re worrying over nothing. He doesn’t know much about knowing when to let up, and it comes in clutch when he’s pushing you to wholeheartedly do an assignment even if you’re already burnt out from crying.

Jungkook, as a concept, is indestructible. He’s the everyday variant of the goodness that some frat guys possess occasionally. He’s the realistic, attainable version of a main lead in a manhwa that’s only perfect 1/4 into the plot. 

He’s the manifestation of every good deed a stranger has done for you, except he’s someone you know with your heart and not just someone you could sketch from memory. 

With that, you also figured that moving on from Jungkook can’t be that hard because he was too out of reach despite being in the same friend group as you. Surely, it wouldn’t be so catastrophically hard to move on from a guy who just gasps for air every five minutes when he’s in charge of cooking in the BBQ hangout (instead of using the exhaust like a normal person), or from a guy who thinks citing references for a paper is only a suggestion.

The funny thing about it all is that you never actually confessed to Jungkook.

Actually (and contrary to the assumptions of the other friends you have from your circle), you’ve never said it to his face that you do have a crush on him. You’re ultimately known to be the friendliest person to ever walk the campus, and while not the most confrontational, they atleast expected for you to confess to Jungkook in your own way.

What actually happened was that Jungkook read through you — he does happen to be right about your feelings for him! He’s the second friendliest person right beneath you, and so the way he rejected you should never sting this much.

Jungkook thought it out meticulously. He read into the way you spent extra attention listening to him with your eyes practically gleaming. He read into the way you’d lag back behind him and hold him by his wrist whenever you were all crossing the street. Hell, he even read into the way you would take a shot at opening the extremely tight water bottle from the vending machine before everyone else.

The funny, tragic thing about it is that whilst Jungkook wasn’t wrong about pinpointing your feelings for him — you never confessed.

Jeon Jungkook, the second, ultimate friendliest man that your university has ever known, rejected you without even hearing the actual words from you.

He’s turned his back on you even before you could reach him, and the realization sinks in you unsettlingly. You never expected for him to like you back because it would be unfair of you, and you knew that; what just happened to hurt you most was that Jungkook didn’t even think twice.

He hadn’t given you the chance to pour your heart out at the very least.

He hadn’t even given you the space to breathe right after the rejection, because he skips and puts a smile on before winking, telling you that he’ll never speak of it again because you must probably be embarrassed.

The funniest thing about it all is that you aren’t embarrassed — you’re actually devastated about it.

It’s an odd event for Jungkook to feel lonely because with such a big friend group, he never thought he’d feel a little empty despite literally rubbing elbows in a circular table. He never thought he’d come to be a little annoyed at Jimin and his routine, playful, borderline offensive banter he’d always have with you at the top of the morning, and he never thought he’d even be more annoyed over the absence of it.

There’s one less laugh in the circle. One less bag strewn underneath the table, one less coffee order written on the notes app, and one less person to look for when hanging out.

You’re missing from the friend group, and oddly enough, Jungkook seems to be the most devastated about it.

“Why is Y/N not here?” he asks in the middle of Jin retelling his drunken fishing story, grabbing the attention of everyone in the table and maybe just about everyone else’s in the common area with the way his voice is frantic. “And why is she there with the new kid instead?”

Everyone flits through separate conversations after Jungkook’s interruption, some even wincing to themselves because although they know about your admiration for the guy and not your confession-that-wasn’t-one, they figure that nothing good could come out of Jungkook sucker-punching the new kid in his head.

“I don’t know, man. Buddy system, maybe?” Jin shrugs, stealing his food because it was obvious that Jungkook’s attention is everywhere but himself and the table.

Jungkook snorts, crossing his arms tightly to the point that even he feels a little suffocated. His entire face is crumpled with hurt, eyebrows furrowed out of frustration when you still aren’t looking at him; when you’re still not looking at him with confusion in your eyes, silently telling him off for glaring.

“Buddy system? We’re in uni. Who the fuck would bully that guy?”

“By the looks of it, probably you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he huffs, refusing to unclench his fists on his thighs.

“Well, what’s it to you that Y/N’s hanging out with someone new? What are you so heated for?” Jin elaborates, eyes flitting to you again.

Jungkook could only glare at you.

“What are you so nosy for?” he asks defensively, leaning back on his chair in a faux display of relaxation when all he wants to do is to remove the stupid smile on the guy’s face as he watches you talk.

Unlike Jungkook, Yoongi’s not stupid at all — in fact, he’s been vigilantly aware of Jungkook’s glare on the side of his face ever since you sat in front of him.

Yoongi’s not stupid, so he angles himself in a way that Jungkook gets to see him more. He doesn’t know the guy personally, but he does know of him and his “charm” that seems to make everyone go nuts for him. 

If looks could kill, then Yoongi would’ve already had mourners at his feet, but if provocation could posion, then Jungkook would already be frothing at the mouth.

The thing is, Yoongi doesn’t even know about your admiration nor your foiled confession to Jungkook. The latter hasn’t even done anything personally to him. 

All he knows is that you’re in a big friend group and that you chose to sit with him, your friend whom you share a couple of advanced classes with but not a friend-friend like Jungkook is, and that you’re very easy on the eyes and admirable yourself if he thinks about it (he doesn’t need much time to ponder over it) — and, that he doesn’t really like being glared at.

“No really, I insist!” he laughs, pulling out his handwritten reviewer from a backpack with a grin. “I don’t know anybody else who likes making reviewers anymore by hand, so really, you’re just perfect to get them.”

“But you worked so hard on them,” you gasp, eyes already widening in both surprise and awe at the thick stack of papers in front of you. Yoongi’s handwriting and formatting are perfect; there’s no unnecessary calligraphy, the vividness of the highlighter is just right, and there’s even sticky notes at the bottom for additional details and references you could cross-check. “I.. I don’t want you to feel that I’m taking advantage-…”

“But I offered! You didn’t ask for reviewers from me shamelessly like every other opportunist does,” Yoongi laughs, throwing his head back as he slides the papers closer to you. “I’d be a really shitty senior not to give you any help. If anything, I think you deserve even better than-…”

Jungkook can’t resist.

Jungkook can’t take any more of watching you and Yoongi push and pull over whatever topic he can’t hear nor force Jin to eavesdrop on. He can’t take another second of seeing you be so happy talking to a guy that he doesn’t know, so much so that he comes up to you without a second thought.

“Hey,” he greets, his body only turned to you, completely ignoring Yoongi and blocking him off from your sight. “You didn’t order any coffee.”

You angle your body slightly to excuse yourself, except Jungkook conveniently happens to mirror your every move, confusing you even more. “Oh, I wasn’t feeling like it,” you trail, looking up at him in confusion while Yoongi could see right through him.

“Really?” Jungkook replies, the smile on his face being far from amused, eyes narrowed as he tries to catch up with the own annoyance that he harbors. “Because I’m seeing two coffees right now, and one’s in front of you, so…” he trails, shrugging his shoulders exaggeratedly.

Jungkook’s jaw is still clenched, along with his fists by his sides. He’s standing tall between you and Yoongi with his shoulders squared and his face steeled, the immovable forces that are him and the unnamed pit in his stomach starting to garner attention.

Namjoon has his phone out. 

Hoseok only has one cheek remaining on the seat because he’s ready to stand up and collect bets. 

You’re still sitting, mostly confused, when you realize the attention that’s starting to build towards the three of you.

“Yes, Jungkook. Great observation,” you snicker, the discreet roll of your eyes making him take offense.

“Oh okay, I see. So you were lying by saying that you weren’t feeling it, and I don’t get the hold-up of you-…”

“What did you come here for now, Jungkook?” you angrily whisper, keeping your head down as you retain your gaze on him and lightly tap at the table to indicate to Yoongi for the both of you to move. “It’s a little far-fetched for you to come all over here to pick a fight about coffee.”

Jungkook huffs, turning his head back to Yoongi behind him because he most definitely saw your signal. The lazy, amused gaze of Yoongi is what sets him off even further, the anger in his eyes unmistakable, except you recognize it for only what it is and not jealousy, because Jungkook doesn’t see you like that.

Or atleast that’s what the both of you assume.

Jungkook, your best friend, scoffs loudly.

“You sound so defensive right now.”

( ♡ ) 

You don’t respond much to Jungkook’s calls. 

As a matter of fact, you don’t respond much to Jungkook at all.

You don’t show up whenever he’s present, meaning that you’re only magically available whenever there’s half of your friend group at the most because if there’s more, then the search for the missing members would ensue, then you’d end up squished in a long table next to Jungkook again.

It’s very much like him to form grudges, yet he can’t even tell if he’s capable of having one towards you. Jungkook, with all his chest and afflictions, wants so badly to hate you because you’ve been blowing him off ever since he literally and physically came between you and Yoongi.

He apologized to you for that (and not to Yoongi because he didn’t really matter to him at all), and he doesn’t know the answer for it yet because his messages still remain unread. He’s enlisted the help of your mutual friends on various occasions by trying to get them to give all his little treats for you, yet you refuse them as soon as you catch wind that it’s from Jungkook.

He even tried studying for real in the library in hopes that reverse psychology (he thinks that’s what it’s called) would work and that thinking he doesn’t want you to come would make you do the opposite, yet it still doesn’t work. Jungkook’s already mad that he studied for nothing (he’s more interested in getting you to notice him than to actually learn), but he becomes even more heated to realize that your anger for him is just directed at him alone.

You still talk to your best friends, with the exception of him, and Jungkook has never been more envious of people who are apparently of the same status as him.

Jungkook wants you to drag him like you drag Sora to the nail salon and have you whisper at his ear to tell the nail tech not to cut your cuticles because you’ve been afraid of getting them done since that 1/34th part of a medical drama episode you watched on your phone.

Jungkook wants you to complain to him like you complain to Namjoon when you’re frustrated with a professor whom you’re convinced is only critical to you and no one else, later making him promise not to tell anyone else from your friend group because they like said professor.

Jungkook wants you to run to him as you always did, just because you feel like it. He wants to sit in silence with you again and put his hand on your knee when you’re in the verge of tears just looking at your schedule for the week.

He wants to stand guard again outside the bathroom door of the expensive coffee shop because it’s either the lock is broken or because Namjoon's managed to instill in you the existence of ghosts in cold spots.

He wants to be the Jungkook like you’ve always known, again, because it seems like you’ve forgotten him completely. You have the Yoongi now, it seems like — the smarter, more composed, and more charismatic variant of him that he wants to get rid of because Jungkook never predicted the existence of him.

Even more, Jungkook didn’t even entertain the concept of him being replaced because it was always the two of you together, even in a sea of friends. 

He’s your best friend, your confidant even, but nothing more — all Jungkook feels is that he’s even less than the status the both of you are assigned to be. 

He’s angry and sad and disappointed all at the same time because he thought he had almost lost you since he rejected your confession. You were fine; you were as fine as you could be for someone rejected when it comes to yearning to be his, and yet the moment you let Yoongi in, Jungkook feels as if you threw everything the both of you had just for him.

“Just so you know, student-teacher relationships are illegal,” he corners you one morning in your dorm, two godforsaken weeks after chasing you around the campus yet turning up empty.

“What the fuck are you on about?” you immediately scrunch your nose at him, the accusation he throws at you being too farfetched to the point that you don’t even think of shutting the door at him, ignoring Eunji’s betrayal for you by pretending to come over.

“What am I on about?” Jungkook exasperates, the scoff that leaves him making you feel small in front of him. “You’re literally the one who’s getting chummy with fucking Yoongi of all people!"

"Yoongi's a teaching assistant! He's our senior! Do you not know that?"

"Do I look like I'm interested in any other people outside of our circle?" he retorts, lips turned up in a snarl. Jungkook provokes you with a sarcastic glare, the look on his face enough to make you throw your head back in irritation.

"Come on, even Jin and Jimin are friends with Yoongi and-..."

"This is not about them!" 

"But you just-..." you stop as soon Jungkook interrupts you, losing your gaze on him for a single second to close your door and when you look back, you find that he’s already comfortable being vindictive on your bed, his arms crossed and his back straight.

"Also, teacher and teaching assistant both have the word teach so it's literally still illegal," he narrows his eyes sarcastically, the tone to his voice unclear despite his words suggesting otherwise. "You look so stupid right now."

"Jungkook can you stop?!" you burst, your temples stinging at the back and forth that Jungkook’s thrown the both of you in. “What the hell is going on with you?"

Jungkook had sworn to himself up and down that he has so much stuff to pick with you. He knows he has so much baggage to unpack and how much shit he has to bring up, even if it’s only been two weeks with you. He’s partly relieved that you’re in front of him and you still haven’t fled, yet a large part of him is beyond frustrated with you because you don’t even look like as if your time apart has taken a toll on you.

Between the two of you, it’s only Jungkook who looks like his distraught has manned him completely beyond surrender. Even coming to see you by hatching a plan with a hesitant friend is something he considers an act beyond surrender — whatever the space is between surrender and demand is where Jungkook lies with you.

"No, what's going on with you!” he argues, standing to his feet to come face-to-face with you. “You can't just spin this around when I've done nothing but be a good friend to you!"

"You think I'm not being a good friend to you just because I don't spend every single minute attached to you? I can still hang out outside of our friend group without being-..."

"This is not about our friend group!" Jungkook emphasizes once again, the tell-tale sting of tears behind his eyes coming up because he feels as if you can’t hear him no matter how much he repeats himself. ”This is about us and how you abandoned me ever since I rejected you!"

"I didn't abandon you, Jungkook!" you spit, pushing at his chest lightly with your finger to get him to back up from your face yet he refuses to. He’s still insistent at staring you down with his jaw clenched, eyes wide and unblinking because he knows that if he moves even just a millimeter askew, he’d cry. “You didn't even give me the chance to confess to you! You rejected me without even hearing me out. Do you think I would still be able to talk to you, face to face like how you want so badly, as if nothing happened?"

"The answer would've been the same even if you confessed,” he grits with his chest heavy, not at the way he keeps holding his breath in order not to break down in front of you, but because you look at him with so much disdain that it makes him want to puke.

"Do you not think I know that?" you laugh humorlessly, gnawing on your bottom lip as you don’t drop his gaze. “Do you think I didn't prepare for that possibility? I knew what could've happened if I confessed and I'd still be okay with it, Jungkook!" you raise your voice, throat already giving out at the slightest pressure because you know you lost the fight ever since you let him in. "What I'm not okay with is that you didn't even give me the chance.”

It’s evil, really, with the way no amount of self-pity could ever pull you from the grave you’ve dug up. You went for Jungkook, carrying all grief you knew you were bound to feel, and yet you still feel unprepared. You still feel unworthy even moping for someone like Jungkook because not even his rejection, nor anyone else’s acceptance of your admiration by some sort of miracle, is enough to make you feel like you’d be missed.

Your two weeks without Jungkook is your rehearsal for the two months, then two years, then two forevers eventually without him by your side. You had still been able to live by yourself and with your friends, excluding him, and you thought you were fine because it feels as if nothing had changed.

You thought you were fine until Jungkook gets in your face to tell you that it’s not, and all over again, you’re reminded of how desperately you want to be loved by him to the point that you’d rather drown in your own pity to try and preserve whatever’s left of you.

"I told you the answer would-..."

"Shut up!" you cry, steeling your nerves when you realize that Jungkook’s angrily crying in front of you, wiping at his eyes hastily. ”For the love of god, shut up!"

Jungkook stays quiet, not because you told him to, but because nothing good comes to mind when he realizes that you’re crying because of him.

"See? You don't even get where I'm coming from because you're not even giving me the chance to explain myself without making it all about you,” you sob, finally pushing him away, to which he lets you. "That's the problem with you, Jungkook. You're too self-involved."

"Not true," Jungkook whispers, shaking his head earnestly even if he feels the stupidest he has ever did in his life in front of you.

He follows your steps out of routine even if his brain had convinced his system that he hates you just seconds ago, arms instinctively trying to crowd you when you almost trip on the flooring on your way to the coat rack.

"Since you keep insisting that I abandoned you," you chuckle dryly before grabbing your jacket, turning your back on Jungkook and on your own space, which had just been the default hangout place of the both of you for the longest time, in pursuit of your own quiet without him. "Let me follow through."

Jungkook doesn’t want to tell you how desperately he wants you to want him again, to love him as you already did, and neither do you.

( ♡ ) 

The perks of having a big friend group is that the absence of several members wouldn’t make that much of a difference when it comes to hanging out. It would still sustain itself without a few extra voices joining in on the chatter watching movies and the bullying when it comes to a forgotten birthday greeting here and there.

The downside of being in one, is that said big friend group doesn’t matter at all to Jungkook when you’re not in it.

The lengths that your friend (read: a word that Jungkook’s come to abhor) has went through since your fight at your dorm are basically incomprehensible because he’s fully involved himself.

He’s pining after you pathetically, just like how you had always dreamed of, yet seeing him take turn after turn just trying to gain your forgiveness for something you’ve always pitied yourself for makes you feel guilty.

In Jungkook’s defense, he wants to be forgiven and loved (again) as desperately as he acts on an everyday basis. Not only is he pathetic in the sense that he’s hopeless, but also pathetic in the light that he wants the entirety of you (stubbornness and occasional sharpness included) to rub off on him.

“I know I’m stupid. I-I.. I know that I was unfair for not even letting you confess your feelings because I felt like dying when you started to ignore me,” he mumbles to your bedsheets, his legs crossed on the ground and his head muffled by the fabric because he doesn’t even want to sit next to you in fear of you revoking his chance to apologize in person, again, as if that’s not what he had been doing the past weeks. “Y/N, you don’t deserve someone as stupid as me and I hate it so, so bad.”

The sound of Jungkook apologizing to you has already been repeated enough to the point you’ve learned when to tune him out, but with the way his heart precedes his tone this time, you stop folding your clothes in favor of Jungkook who’s just two seconds away from passing out on your bed by fabric conditioner-bathed quilt-induced suffocation, to which he couldn’t pass up on because it was your scent and he missed hugging you.

“I can’t catch up with you on anything that you’re talking about with Yoongi. The only times I open a book are when I want to look at you but I don’t want you to see me. I can’t— I can barely even talk to you without feeling like I’m beneath you,” he admits lowly, the truth of his rejection finally springing up a little too much, and almost a little too late. “I thought, stupidly, that we wouldn’t work because you deserve someone better.”

“I don’t need you to catch up with me, Jungkook,” you murmur, lightly slapping his cheeks because he looks sleepy from all the sniffing he’s done on your quilt, but really, his eyes are only narrowed into slits because he feels like he’s about to cry. Again.

“But I need to, b-because when we run out of things to talk about that you’re willingly to dumb down to my level, what else could we catch up on?” 

“You’re not stupid. I just say-…”

“No. Don’t make excuses for me,” he laughs lightly, still sat on your carpet obediently like a dog because he doesn’t want to push your boundaries. “I’m beneath you and I didn’t want to drag you down with me because I.. I didn’t feel that you deserve me,” he confesses. “But I want you so badly, Y/N. You have no idea.”

Jungkook wants you so badly, that in your insistence of self-pity, it was his self-preservation that led him to cry by himself when you finally left the library after not-confessing to him.

He wants you so badly, that in his fit of self-preservation disguised into stubbornness, he had tamped down his desperation for you.

“I want to catch up with you, not you to slow down for me,” Jungkook rests his chin on your thigh, his wide, pleading eyes looking up at you. “I’m so sorry, my baby. I’m so, so, so sorry for being stupid enough to let you go the first time,” he tilts his head, resting his cheek on your awaiting hand. “Please. I’m just begging you to slow down for me this one time,” Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, nudging your hand gently with his cheek. “Please let me look stupid trying to earn you.”

Jungkook, without fail, tells you how desperately he wants to be loved by you.

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tags: steddie, nsfw, the homoeroticism of knowing you could treat them better

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"Okay," Robin smirks at Eddie as she pops the open button on the microwave in Steve’s kitchen, "But you understand how pathetically gay you sound right now, yes?" She pulls out a fragrant paper bag of popcorn; she says that she likes to have an extra bag before retiring after one of their movie nights.

Eddie scowls, forgetting that Steve's in the next room as he becomes revved up over a pet peeve that is less pet and more a wild animal, "It's not gay to appreciate a work of art." He gestures wildly, the lights above catch on his heavy silver rings, "It's not gay to understand that a sweet, beautiful boy is tragically unloved."

Robin snorts, pulling open the edges of the paper bag, releasing a plume of buttery steam, "No, pretty sure that's pretty gay. Next thing I know you'll declare 'no homo' while sucking his dick."

"I'd suck his dick better than Brittany or Betta or Betsy or whatever her name was," Eddie declares, sore at the memory of Steve's broken brow as he'd explained that his latest date had ridden his face and then gave him a pat on his shoulder, explaining that it was a nice time but not to expect a callback.

What an idiot, Eddie fumes to himself, neglecting to notice the shifting shadows in the hallway behind him; who doesn't enjoy a man who vehemently and vocally declares his love for going down on his partners? Eddie would kill for a partner willing to suck him dry.

Eddie may have blamed the deficiency on the female of the species, but Steve had allowed Eddie in the inner sanctum a few months ago: letting him know that it wasn’t only Robin and Eddie who were vehement friends of Dorothy, even if it was only Steve who enjoyed the full spectrum of the rainbow. And while B-whatever-her-name-was may be the source of Eddie’s ire right now, he knows that Steve has had likewise lousy luck with men whenever they’d ventured for their weekend nights out to Indy.

Each and every time Eddie had to endure Steve’s sad face a week or two later as he’d admitted that he thought his night’s partner may be up for more than just a brief bit of fun. And each and every time he’s been left dumbfounded because—

Eddie pulls at his hair, trying to work it out because—

Well. He can only imagine that every single person that’s walked away from Steve’s beautiful lips couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn with a fucking canon with the intelligence left over in their little pea brains. Because Steve Harrington is a goddamn catch and every one of them has let him escape their grasp.

Eddie’s too busy scowling down at his Reeboks to see Robin look over his shoulder and softly laugh. She scoops a handful of popcorn into her mouth as she swiftly leaves the kitchen, calling out, “I’m claiming the spare bedroom tonight—the one at the far end—see ya.”

Eddie looks up at the last minute, wondering at her sudden exit.

The air shifts again but Eddie doesn’t realise it until Steve’s right behind him. "Her name was Bella," Seve says in a low caress, close enough that his warm breath rustles Eddie's loose curls.

He stops, frozen, the touch of Steve's words making Eddie ache for something that he's wanted for such a very long time even as he’s unwilling to allow himself to think that Steve could mean anything by leaning in so close. But he can’t help but shiver, a tiny movement that brings his lips against Steve's sharp jaw, nearly stuttering, "Who?"

Strong arms wrap around him, bringing the broad planes of Steve’s chest against Eddie’s back, blunt fingers coming up to grip his jaw, directing Eddie’s lips to just under Steve’s.

Eddie freezes again in desperation, every single fantasy converging at once to break his brain and body while he tries to understand that the arms, hands and fingers wrapped around him are not an invention of a daydream.

"I’m saying,” Steve says patiently, eyeing Eddie with a dark gaze over his firm grip, "That I want you. Not Brittany or Betta or Betsy."

Eddie swallows around the knot in his throat.

"Just you," Steve repeats, a steady weight holding down his words that has Eddie’s gaze flying up to meet the hard pressure of hazel eyes bearing down on him. A force that has Eddie’s heart knocking heavily against his ribs, his breath shuddering against his frame, pressing taut and bullying against the thin of Eddie’s skin as he meets Steve’s expectant gaze.

And suddenly Eddie is angry.

Furious.

He’s had to endure weeks and months of listening to Steve be sad. Listening to Steve tell of glum exploits where women and men haven’t appreciated his freely-given love. Where it hadn’t mattered how quickly and devotedly Steve would put himself forward, that his partner would pat him on the back and distance him or herself after.

Eddie is furious and he glares at Steve’s beautiful hazel eyes, so close to his own and suddenly wide at the clear fury in Eddie’s eyes. Steve stumbles back, “What…” But Eddie lowers himself decisively, knees falling to the ground with a clear thump and thighs spreading as he knows with a deep conviction that he’s finally interpreting Steve’s actions correctly.

He looks up with dark eyes and presses into the tentative hand that falls against Eddie’s nape; Steve’s brows pull together, doubt drawing at them, “Eddie…”

Eddie glares up at Steve with all the strength of emotion running through him like the swift currents of a river. “No Steve, that’s it. That’s fucking it.”

He determinedly wraps his fingers around the zipper of Steve’s Levi’s and, as Steve chokes out his name again, Eddie glares up at him, daring Steve to take his prize away. “No, I’m done. You’ve given me permission now. You’ve given me a sliver of hope, and you’re not fucking taking it away.”

Eddie swiftly draws down the zipper, pulling down denim and soft cotton until Steve’s already hard cock bobs in front of him and he reaches forward quickly, hand already at its base and mouth open as he’s about to swallow him down but Steve’s hand buries itself in Eddie’s curls, gripping him tight.

“Do you want me?” Steve breathes and Eddie somehow finds it in himself to glower deeper, scowling up at Steve while refusing to speak. Inching forward until the tip of Steve’s cock hovers over Eddie’s open mouth. Steve curses and a heavy pearl of fluid drops from the tip to Eddie’s outstretched tongue. Eyes closing in contentment, he hears Steve choke as Eddie almost hums around the welcome flavour.

“Right,” Steve rasps roughly before pushing forward to rest against Eddie’s lips, he traces the heavy beads from his weeping slit against the petals of his mouth, breath running ragged before pressing further.

Eddie gasps, stretching his lips wide and pushing in and forward to embrace the cock intruding his mouth. His lashes flutter as he finally has the heavy weight of Steve’s cock resting on his tongue, stretching his mouth obscenely open before peering up to check where Steve’s at.

He needn’t have worried because Steve’s own mouth is hanging open with eyes darkly trained on Eddie. “So fucking pretty,” Steve gasps, gripping Eddie’s head to pull him closer. Choking Eddie as he moans, “Yes, fucking, yes, baby. Take it.” And Eddie does. Gratefully. Happily. Fucking swallows and devours and pistons back and forward until the bitter musk dripping from Steve’s dick is greedily consumed, taken within.

Steve cries out, throbbing powerfully and pouring into Eddie. Spilling and overflowing, fucking against his face until beads flood and stream out of his mouth. Eddie lets out a long, guttural and broken sound, grateful for the blessing that Steve fills him with.

He’s so consumed with the feel of Steve in him, surrounding him, that he barely registers the hardness in his own black denim until Steve drops to his knees too, meeting Eddie face to face before falling forward, fingers working his zipper open and mouth swallowing him whole.

Eddie gasps at the sudden sensation of the hot welcoming cavern of Steve’s mouth. He bucks, lightning shooting up his spine and overwhelmed at the attention as he thrusts once, twice and another before shuddering as he releases into Steve’s warm embrace.

Gasping, Eddie’s head falls forward to stare down at Steve in wonderment. In clear awe as he stares down at the beautiful boy in his lap. Mind blissed but still a niggle worries at the back of his mind, enough to have his hand reaching forward to Steve’s face, cupping his cheek and bringing him up to meet Eddie.

“Sweetheart,” the endearment drops from Eddie’s mouth without his permission.

Steve’s lips tug up, spreading in a grin and widening his eyes, “You want me, don’t you?” He asks, almost breathless.

“Yes. Fucking yes.” Eddie has nothing but honesty to his name at this point.

Steve smiles. Smug and fucking so proud of himself. He leans forward, “Then take me,” he whispers.

And Eddie does.

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DS Stalker!Gyutaro Shabana x Courtesan!Reader 🍋 - Bloodlust

Summary: Gyutaro has stalked you for months. He was so captivated by your ethereal beauty he couldn't keep away. Though he never expected to discover how ruthless and blood thirsty you could be.

Warnings: NSFW, knife play, bloodplay, brief mention of assault by a third party, violence inflicted onto a third party, sado-masochism, fluffy ending, forbidden love, yandere x yandere

Word Count: 3.7K

Gytaro who was a bit shy at first, always lurking out your window, watching you change and work. He was just keeping an eye on your clients, at least that's what he told himself. He knew from protecting Daki how some men could be once they indulged in the drink, he was just looking out for you! You'd never even know he was there, or at least, that's how he intended it, but when he witnessed a customer become a bit too rough with you for his comfort, his body reacted before his brain did.

The gentleman had paid for a dance, the cheapest service you offered, but soon his hands were on your hips, traveling up your ribs. "That'll cost you extra, darling..." You gently reminded the man, guiding his hands off you with a light touch. But he persisted and after a second warning, you stepped away. "I'd love to indulge you but-" Before you could even request additional payment, you were thrown to the floor, pinned against the decorative rug, caged in the man's drunken form. You let out a terrified yelp, knowing all too well what would come next. "P-Please sir, you can have what you want, I beg of you," You pled with glossy, constricted pupils. "Y-You don't have to take me by force!"

Gyutaro's body, upon hearing a cry for help, moved on instinct as he crashed through the door to your balcony. In moments he'd crossed the room, hovering over you with a heinous stare that seemed to bore right through you. Slapping a heavy, grey palm onto the client's head, the intruder sunk his fingers into his hair before lifting him off the floor by it. "I believe the lady warned you to step back. Hasn't your mother ever told you not to put your filthy paws on things that don't belong to you?" His voice was hoarse and venomous, filled with an air of contempt that rattled your bones.

You scrambled back as soon as you saw the chance to, clearing the room until your back hit the opposite wall. While the client was obviously stunned, you could immediately recognize the much greater danger you now faced. Being a courtesan was hard, always being at the mercy of harsh men, but you knew that there were much more terrifying monsters just outside the house walls. And this stranger, your savior, was one such devil. You instantly recognized the demonic features he possessed that your gentleman caller missed through his inebriated haze. "I paid for the whore, I'm entitled to use her how I please!" The drunkard argued, wincing at the scalping grip on his hair.

Gyutaro's fist twisted at the word 'whore', his snarl even more apparent. He never did care for such language, given how many times he had to hear it hurled at his sister. "Care to change your wording, friend?" He asked, venom dripping from his voice as he raised a sickle to his throat. When the man doubled down, his glare hardened in disdain. He could smell the alcohol on the man's breath, which disgusted him further. "What a pathetic waste of flesh. Alcohol taints everything it touches."

The smallest whimper from you reminded the demon why he'd acted in the first place. His head instantly snapped backward over his shoulder and the fear in your eyes had him dropping his prey. He immediately darted over and crouched at your side, looking you over. He checked your skin for bruising or scratches with the confidence of a medical professional. It was almost as if he were experienced in caring for vulnerable young women, especially ones in distress. "Are you alright?" His cracked voice asks, so much softer now. You nod shakily, studying his face and body with wide eyes.

"W-Who are you...?" You asked breathlessly, despite already knowing to some extent.

"I'm not gonna hurt you..." He answered oddly, backing away a bit before standing and offering you a corpse pale hand. You took it delicately, letting him pull you up. "P-Please don't be afraid." Even though his sudden entrance, appearance, and proclivity for violence had petrified you moments ago, the timidness that shrouded him brought you comfort and wore down your guard.

"I'm not afraid of you," You gave him a sweet smile that made him queasy. He eyed you cautiously as you stepped over to the man crumpled on the floor. " Now then," Gyutaro's eyes widened, and his jaw fell slack when you spoke to the client.

"I believe you owe me more money." He watched your hands roam the client's unconscious body, seemingly searching for something. He could tell when you found it by how your eyes caught the lantern light, sparkling with the wonder of a child who has just received their first spending coin. You snatched the sachel of coins from the man's sleeve, tucking it into yours. "Considering you only paid for a dance but still tried to force your miserable needle prick onto me anyway." Your tone was saccharine, but your words were deadly. They sent a shiver down the demon's spine as he watched your leg rear back and slam between the client's legs.

He didn't stop you from giving the man a few more sharp kicks before smiling at him over your shoulder. "Gyutaro, my dear?" He stiffened at the sweet allure of your affection, nodding as a sign that he was listening. "Would you please dispose of this thing for me?" A wicked grin cracked across his face at your request. You both passed each other as he approached the client and you made your way to a cabinet to store your 'earnings'. He did as you asked, ecstatic to realize how cruel you could be while he did, slaying the man where he lay.

"I'm sorry for the mess, I'll take care of it." He said sheepishly, crouched over the body, his hands spattered with red.

"You are good at cleaning messes, aren't you?" You suddenly ask, lounging on the bed, watching him work. "You strike me as the kind of man who lives off dirty work."

"T-That's not far from the truth." He admitted, pausing at your assumption. It unnerved him deeply how well you seemed to guess aspects of him when he hadn't even introduced himself.

"I never caught your name..." You mused, admiring how his skin stained with blood, carelessly smeared across his gaunt form.

"Gyutaro..." He answered nervously, still facing away, head dipped low as he quietly devoured his victim. He worried that he might scare you again if he ate too loudly, but something in the back of his mind reassured him otherwise.

"Well, Gyutaro..." You cooed, your voice oh so inviting. "Tonight is your lucky night. A generous donor has paid in advance for my services, all for you, anything your wicked little heart could desire." You were vile, letting out a deceptively sweet snicker as your new 'client' licked the blood of the 'generous donor' off his fingertips.

His golden eyes snapped wide, still facing away as he slowly turned back to look at you. "W-Whatever my heart desires...?" He repeated in disbelief, carnivorous teeth red and glistening. "Y-You'd lay with someone as repulsive as me?"

"Repulsive? Who told you that?" You ask softly, eyes never hinting betrayal from that he could see. "The only repulsive thing here is half eaten by now. The way I see it, you're quite the opposite." You began to pick apart his appearance, finding something good to say about his every aspect. "You know, a lot of courtesans paint their face white to look this pale, you should be proud. And this hair, such a lovely shade of green. I bet it's so pretty when it's all combed out."

Try as he might to resist you, when you beckoned him forth, he found himself drawling closer as if he had no mind of his own. You had to be a fellow demon with some sort of brainwashing blood art, he dedicated. But that wasn't true at all. You were just a human with demonic tastes. Finally, when he sat between your knees, you cradled his head in your hands, staring down lovingly. You wetted the pad of your thumb against your tongue before running it over the large, oddly shaped birthmark that splinted his face. Your eyes softened when your thumb came back clean. "Just as I thought..." You mused so sweetly.

"W-What is it?" He asked, terrified you might finally decide to reject him. He melted into your lap at your answer, obviously starving for praise and feminine attention.

"These marks don't come off, do they?" He shook his head shamefully, but you reassured him before he could self-deprecate. "They're so lovely, they look like dark clouds. I'd die for an obi with that pattern." That comment tore him, his fate was sealed.

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"A-Ahh, fuck-" You whimpered, muffled by the wad of silk bedsheet in your jaw. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you screamed with delight, laying on your tummy as he took you from behind, so generously doing all the heavy lifting. "G-Gyutaro!"

"Louder," He demanded, breath ragged as can be, gaunt hips bullying you into submission- not like he needed to, not with how you'd thrown yourself at him."Tell me how much you want it, how bad it hurts."

"H-Hurts so bad, my love!" You gasped, cock drunk and addicted to the terrible bruising on your cervix. "P-Please don't ever stop!"

"Nothing could drag me away," He rasped, nails digging into your doughy hips, admiring the way the warm blood on his hands painted your skin so beautifully. You'd begged him not to wipe his hands after he was done with the client, and he was so glad he obeyed, intoxicated by the visage of bloody handprints all over your back and ass. It was so warm it made you ache, shuddering as he drew a crimson line down your oh so sensitive spine. "Wanna spend eternity like this."

You gasped at the sudden change in sensation, feeling what resembled cold steel press into your nape. "Stay forever," you begged, leading into the touch of the foreign object. "Never leave me, Gyutaro."

"Wish I could," He hissed, dragging his shaft out of your already sore core, only to rut back into it painfully slowly. "More than anything, I wish I could." One hand held you firmly by the hip, the other gripped the handle of a macabre sickle, made from sinew and flesh, but lacking any softness or warmth of those materials. The blade of it pressed teasingly into the supple back of your neck, slicing a few hairs in half. Ignoring your lusty pleas for his blade, Gyutaro refrained from actually causing you any harm. He'd hate to see such flawless skin permanently tainted.

"P-Please, my love," You implored, ming numb and seeking out nothing but his presence, and the painful pleasure only he could provide. "Stay by my side, keep me safe and I'll keep you happy!" You reasoned, chasing a dangerous high that would remain out of your reach so long as he refused to slice your skin. "I can keep you fed, and you can take me whenever you choose, in whatever way, just say you'll stay with me!"

Gyutaro's nails splintered against the bony snath of the sickle, your desperate words tearing at his sense of reason. He could be nearly content to hide away in your room for the rest of his days, like a monster in the closet, spending all his time eating unruly customers and fucking you to his heart's content but deep down, he knew it was a pipe dream. He could never abandon his sister, she was his whole reason for living, and nobody, not even you, who seemed to hold genuine love and care for him, could ever change that. Even if he decided that was the life he wanted for himself- that leaving Daki wouldn't bother him, he was still physically bound to her as the sixth Upper Moon.

"F-Fuck, I want to, I swear." He breathed through gritted teeth. "N-Nothing would make me happier," As he lamented to you his desires, his hips began to lose pace and rhythm, snapping into yourself erratically and without reason. He was chasing the same rabbit as you, only with the need to inflict pain rather than feel it.

"G-Gyutaro!" You cried, having long since abandoned your attempts to keep quiet, mouth now free of the silk that covered your futon, drool free to spill where it pleased. Your fellow courtesans of the Kyogoku house paid no mind to your sobs, knowing they had seen a rich man enter your room. If anything, they were jealous of the fun you seemed to be having. "Please, please, please..." You chanted dumbly, unable to spit the request off your bitten tongue.

"P-Please what, beauty? Use your words," He grunted, leaning down so close over your blood-stained back that his forehead could almost rest on your shoulder.

"F-Fuck me to death," You wept, tears streaming down your face, finally relieved to feel the blade of his sickle press harder into your throat. The sensation was short-lived, however, as he then drew away entirely.

"Please don't say such things," He pled, wrestling with his own bloodlust. "I-If you don't stop I might-"

"To be slain in the throws of passion by a creature as beautiful as you would be-!" You halted, teetering on the edge of a deadly climax. "Such an honor!" To your surprise and delight, you felt his hand leave your hip, tangling into a fistful of your hair, matting it with blood. His other hand reached your shoulder, pressing the blade of the sickle to your throat. The entire position felt deliciously obscene, even demonic in nature. You felt like a sacrifice and Gyutaro was your merciful god. "A-Ah, thank you!" You gushed as his hips began to move again, bottoming out fully with each thrust.

"I-I warned you, my sweet..." He grumbled, almost sadly. "I-I tried to warn you that I was dangerous but you just," He paused, snapping his emaciated hips against yours, no longer caring for how well you took the blow. "Won't," He paused again, punctuating his words with another harsh roll of the hip. "Fucking," Another one. "Listen..." And another.

You were in trouble now and you knew it, not that you cared. This is what you wanted from the start. This was what you asked for. Now you just had to lie in the bed you'd made, simple as that. "I won't show you any more mercy, it's obvious that you're just trying to make me hurt you. Is that what you want? For me to hurt you?"

You nodded drunkenly, whining in confirmation. "Y-Yes, Gyutaro, please hurt me!"

And then it happened, that sweet sting you'd been so impatiently waiting for. A sting that surely drew the smallest drops of blood across your unmarked throat. The point of the sickle had barely slid across your skin, simply scratching the top layer, but it was enough. You'd spent entirely too long on the edge and this was just the thing to push out off into the abyss.

The prayer you screamed wasn't even intelligible, but Gyutaro understood it perfectly as if it were a secret language that only the two of you knew. He didn't slow as you babbled his name, or what you could attempt of it. His grip on your hair never loosened, and the press of his blade to your lifeline never relented, not until he was satisfied. Even after the climax gave way to overwhelming sensitivity, you never tried to get away from him. You were hellbent on behaving for your favorite 'client'.

"F-Fuck, so good, ahh..." His moans became needier, as he reached the summit, thrusts becoming shallow and breakneck fast, keeping himself buried as deeply in you as possible while still maintaining friction. "Fuck, gonna-!" He warned, both hands releasing their grip as his arms wrapped around your shoulders in a terribly uncomfortable hug. You knew his sickle was out of his reach when it fell beside your hand on the futon with a soft thud. His hips began to falter as he pumped into you, holding you close to his chest, your discomfort in the odd position far from his mind.

You were content with the ache of being stretched backward, knowing he was so close to his end. You reached your hands up, cradling his temples, stroking his hair, and cooing softly to him in broken words. "P-Please, Gyutaro, cum for me," You encouraged, relishing in his sudden need for sweetness. "Please, you deserve it, cum inside, don't waste a single drop. You've earned it, my love."

With a few flexes of your abdominal muscles, you milked him, sending him over the edge almost immediately. "A-Ah, God, fuck!" He whimpered, feeling his seed spill into your warmth as he chanted shallow praises in your ear. "So fuckin' pretty, shit, can't believe you let me cum inside this perfect pussy, oh my God-" You simply fell limp in his arms, exhausted and happy that you were able to provide him any sort of relief from the hard life you were sure he'd had. "Love you, fuck, I love you so much..."

The words caught you off guard, and you wondered if he meant them. It wasn't uncommon for you to hear confessions like this post-orgasm, but none that you'd received ever felt so genuine. You breathed out a weak laugh, shifting in his arms so you both could lay down, you on your tummy again and him ontop of you. Maybe you wanted this one to be real- to mean something. Maybe you felt similarly.

"Will I ever see you again?" You asked, lacing your fingers with his as he threatened to fall asleep on your shoulder.

"Do you...want to?" Gyutaro asked, almost taken aback. "I didn't think you meant all that stuff about me staying..."

"Of course I did, and I still do..." You admitted sleepily, yawning as if to emphisize the point. "Will you?"

The bond that you'd both forged was undeniably strong, but couldn't break the one he shared with Daki. Though it did convince him to divulge more information to you than he probably should have. "I-I can't..."

"Oh," You responded sadly. Disappointment was an understatement. You wanted to feel angry, but you couldn't. Your heart ached for the fact that the one man who had treated you like a human since you began working at the Kyogoku house wasn't even human at all, and even worse, he intended to leave you just like every other man did.

"P-Please hear me out, I beg of you," He stammered, shaking off his drowsiness for the moment. "Promise me you will never speak a word of me or what I'm about to tell you to anyone."

"I promise," You agreed, rolling over as he did the same so that he could look into your eyes, displaying all the conviction he had.

With a deep breath, he explained everything, only leaving out the one man he couldn't name. He was sure that if you were begging him to stay, surely, you could be trusted as a confidant.

"I am not the only demon in this district," He confessed, eyes darting away, as if to avoid potentially seeing your face contort with fear. "M-My sister is also a very powerful one and together, we rank very highly among a sacred group of elite demons known as the Twelve Kizuki." You simply nodded, unable to discern if he was being honest or not. "You are actually very familiar with her, and I'm sorry for that, I'm sure she's been especially unkind to you in the past." You could tell he was stalling revealing the identity of this woman and you laid a reassuring hand on top of his.

"What is her name?" You asked, humoring him and proving that you were listening.

"To me, her name is Ume," He answered almost sadly. "Her current name is Daki, but you know her as Warabihime."

Your content smile immediately dropped and your blood ran cold, recalling all the experiences you'd had with the ruthless woman. "Y-You mean to tell me... your sister is..." You swallowed thickly. "O-Oiran Warabihime?"

Gyutaro nodded hesitantly, understanding your fear. He knew all too well how Daki could be, especially towards other women. "I-I'm sorry, I'll understand if you don't want to see me again. Just please know that I'll ensure she treats you better from now on."

You thought on it for a moment before sighing. More than anything, you wanted to explore the possibility of being with him, no matter the risk. "Does that mean you live in Kyogoku house?" You asked with a brave smile, making his heart skip a bit.

"In a way, yes." He answered with a gulp before continuing. "My entire life is solely dedicated to looking after my sister, to ensure that, I-I... I live inside her." You eyed him cautiously but gave him room to explain. "We share the same rank, body, and bond. Though I'd never leave her for anything, we can't be physically separated for long."

"That is why you cannot stay..." You realized aloud. "I see..."

"Yes," He breathed, relieved that you understood, collecting your hands in his. "Please believe me when I say, my desire to stay with you eternally is only trumped by my oath to protect my sister. If I could possibly have both, I would find a way to in a heartbeat."

You smiled at him, that same overly sweet smile that gave him chills every time you flashed it. "Then we will find a way." You drank in his expression, shocked but so smitten. "I will befriend your sister if it is the last thing I do, I will make myself indispensable to the house. I will ensure that I stay within it's walls if you will do what you can to be with me."

"I-I can try." He accepts, a gentle, never-before-seen smile creeping onto his face. "I-I'll try to convince Daki to favor you above the other girls, and I'll try to visit you as often as I can."

"That, and your love and protection are all I ask for, darling." You cooed, pulling him closer into your chest.

"You have it, beauty," He answered, content in your arms. "I-I do love you, I meant that."

You stiffen for a moment, eyes widen before softening exponentially more. "And I love you."

[buckyandgeraltsupremacy]

remus x shy!reader (part 5)

author: sj

warnings: fluff; BARELY sexual content if you really squint; reader is in hufflepuff; uses she/her pronouns; not edited

next and probably last part will be the other boys finding out !!!!! :)

masterlist

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4

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remus felt like he was going to explode. if he didn't kiss you he was going to lose his mind. it all started the week after you had gone on that first date. sirius had made the comment about you snogging someone and then all of a sudden, all he could think about was your lips.

he had woken up from a very vivid dream about your lips and how soft they would be, a warm, fluttery feeling floating in his chest, heart beating wildly while your lips started moving down towards his chest. he could feel you light laugh giggling against his neck while you smiled, moving your way down. remus had woken with a start in the middle of the night, abruptly realizing that you kissing his neck wasn't real.

the next day in class, all he could think about was your lips, moving their way across his body mapping it. he also had to keep readjusting his pants at the thought of you and it only got worse when he had to look at you, eyes drawing towards your lips every time he looked at you.

not only did he struggle with this for a week, but it was also getting close to the full moon and remus was going to cry if he didn't get to kiss you and now, which led to now.

"hey rem!" you exclaimed, eyes brightening and smile getting bigger as you realized he was in the common room, curiously without the other boys. he loved the way you weren't shy around him anymore. the unguarded way that you let your smile shine when talking to him.

"hi bun." he said back, arms wrapping around you as you immediately wrapped yourself around him. you sighed into his touch. nothing compared to being wrapped in your favorite person's embrace. hugs were always welcome with you and your friends, but there's something about remus' hugs that made you all warm inside, melting all your insecurities away and replacing them with warm confidence.

"love, can we talk?" your heart immediately drops at his words, anxiety creeping up into your throat.

"yeah? whats wrong rem?" you ask, pulling away from him slightly to look up into his face.

"nothings wrong love. i just... can't do it anymore." your heart is increasing at this point, thinking he's going to tell you that he's in love with someone. of course he is, why wouldn't he be in love with someone, he's one of the best men you've ever met. or he's uncomfortable with how touchy you are with him. you immediately start panicking.

"what do you mean?" remus can see the panic swirling in your face and how your face has significantly drained of color.

"no, no, bun. i just can't stop pretending i don't have feelings for you. i'm tired of not telling you how beautiful you are, how i want to tell everyone you're mine, and how i just so desperately want to kiss you." remus rushes out, making sure that you don't think he is trying to get rid of you, if anything he just wants more of you.

you stare at his eyes, brain trying to process the information that just came into your ears. you felt your heart beating extra hard, the words you had always dreamed of hearing coming out of remus' mouth not registering in your brain.

"what?" you asked.

"i like you, bun. and if you don't feel the same, we can just move on, but if you do, please let me kiss you." you can hear yourself audibly swallow.

"but rem. i don't... i've never kissed anyone. what if i don't it right?" you whisper, cringing at how pathetic it sounds coming out. remus' eyes widen and a small smirk lifts his lips.

"bun, you couldn't be anymore perfect if you tried. kissing will come naturally to you. plus a little practice has never hurt anyone." he smirks, his eyes looking between yours and going down to your lips. you smiled at his response and tilted your face up towards his. his met yours eagerly and gently, causing your knees to weaken. his big hands came up to your face and cupped your cheeks and after a minute of savoring the moment, he pulled away and your eyes opened to see his gleaming back at you.

"you are the sweetest thing in my life, bun." all you could do was grin back, heat creeping up to your face.

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

A chance encounter

Words: 1,732 [also on AO3]

Rated: E

Tags: No UD AU; Future fic; Record label owner Eddie; Waiter Steve; Eddie Munson has a crush on Steve Harrington; Blood and violence; Sex work (implied); Attempted non-con; Homophobic language; Steve Harrington whump; Eddie Munson whump; Protective Eddie Munson; Protective Steve Harrington

Notes: Happy birthday, @house-of-the-moving-image! I hope you have the most wonderful of days. I'm so happy to have found you as a friend and partner in crime. Hope you enjoy your extra long chunk of Upside Diner, even though it turned out quite gritty for a birthday fic. 😅💕🛼

Eddie grumbles under his breath as he locks the office door and steps out into the dark street. 

Don’t get him wrong, he loves his job. Hellfire Records is his baby. Making music, working with all sorts of different artists and bands, helping them make a name for themselves - it’s everything he ever wanted and never thought he could have growing up in the smalltown hell of Hawkins, Indiana. 

What he doesn’t love is the meetings and the paperwork and the phone calls, especially on days like this, when it all drags on until well into the night. 

The echoes of his boots bounce off the empty streets as he makes his way towards the little diner at the corner. Checking his wristwatch, he swears again. Fuck, it’s even later than he thought. What if Steve’s shift is already over? The thought makes his stomach clench with an unpleasant feeling that distinctly feels like disappointment. The realization makes him pause and furrow his brow. 

Maybe it’s a little bit pathetic, how quickly his visits to the diner have become the highlight of his day. Maybe it’s a little bit weird that he hasn’t had dinner anywhere else in literal weeks. Maybe it’s a little bit creepy, this obsession with a boy he knew fleetingly in highschool. An obsession that makes him come by every single day after work, without fail, just to chew on soggy fries and greasy burgers and watch said boy waiting tables, gliding around like an angel in chunky roller skates and stupidly short shorts. 

Maybe he has a problem. 

And maybe he doesn’t care. 

Because for all his initial reluctance and bite, Steve has actually started coming around. Has been accepting Eddie’s money and attempts at conversation with barely a complaint. Has even stopped asking why Eddie keeps ordering way too much food for one person alone, taking the leftovers behind his counter to munch on. Hell, last week when Eddie came in, he even looked up from the order he was taking and flashed him a wave and smile. Eddie rode that high all night and well into the next day. 

It’s the memory of that smile that makes him pick up his steps. Maybe, if he’s lucky, he’ll catch Steve at the tail end of his shift and convince him to stay around for a little longer. 

The diner is empty, except for a lone person in uniform wiping down tables behind the neon-lit window pane. It isn’t Steve. Eddie spares one glance at the bored-looking girl and turns away with an annoyed groan. That’s it, he thinks, pulling his headphones from his pocket and slamming them on with a little more force than strictly necessary. Tonight officially sucks. Time to go home and fix himself some SpaghettiOs, turn on a late night show and fall asleep in front of the- 

For the rest of his life, he’ll thank fate for making him fumble with his discman. Because if he’d hit the play button a second earlier, he would never have heard the voices. But this way, he does, and this way, he halts his steps, peering into the narrow side alley with a wrinkled brow. The light of the streetlamps only reaches so far, and everything he can see are the dumpsters and old cardboard boxes at its entrance. Beyond them, everything is dark. 

“Dude, get your hands off me, I said no.” 

Steve.

Eddie is halfway around the dumpsters before he even knows it, heart beating in his ribcage like a jackhammer. The alley reeks of piss and rotting garbage. At its far end, almost hidden behind another dumpster, are two figures. Eddie can’t make out their faces, but he also doesn’t need to. The colorful uniform is unmistakable, even in the murky half-light, even though it’s paired with a pair of sneakers rather than roller skates. And besides, he’d know that ridiculously floofy hairdo anywhere. 

He doesn’t know the other man. Only knows that the guy's hands are grabbing Steve’s arms and shoulders hard enough to leave marks as he attempts to wrestle him to his knees. 

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” the man hisses just as Eddie rounds the dumpster. “I’ll make it quick.” 

“Are you deaf or stupid?” Steve sneers, trying to struggle out of his hold. “I said get your fucking hands off me.” 

The man slaps him across the face. Steve makes a pained noise and loses his balance, going down on his knees on the dirty ground. 

The man laughs, curt and mean.

“There you go,” he coos. One of his hands grabs a fist full of chestnut hair while the other reaches for the half-undone fly of his pants. “Now be a good little slut and-” 

The force of the impact sends the discman tumbling from Eddie’s pocket. It shatters on the ground somewhere, parts flying in all directions, but he doesn’t have eyes for it. Instead, he grabs the asshole by the lapels of his cheap suit and hauls him against the nearest wall. The back of the asshole’s head hits the bricks, and Eddie thinks he hears something crack. Good. 

“Eddie?” 

While the man sags against the wall, groaning and cradling his head, Eddie whirls on Steve. Steve, who's just swaying to his feet, eyes wide and shocked. His cheek is flushed and starting to bruise. 

“Shit,” Eddie swears. “Are you-” 

Pain explodes inside his skull, sudden and all consuming. He stumbles, trying to keep his footing and cracks his head on the hard metal edge of the dumpster in the process. He manages to blink the stars from his vision just in time to see the man's fist flying at him. The blow makes his ears ring and copper flood his mouth, and when he regains his senses, he's on the ground with two hands closing around his throat. 

“Thought you'd play the hero, huh?” The man's grin is a manic grimace. A glob of spit hits Eddie’s cheek. “Well, how'd that work out for you, you stupid little-” 

“Hey, shitface!” 

The man snarls and turns. Eddie doesn’t see what happens, just knows that something goes crunch and suddenly the hands pressing down on his windpipe are gone. The man's voice turns into a high-pitched wail of pain. 

Eddie rolls around, coughing and gasping for air, and props himself up on his elbows. The man has shrunk against the next wall, clutching at his face. Crimson blood is bubbling out from between his fingers, hitting the alley floor in a steady pattern of drips. 

“Fuck off,” Steve says and lowers the hand holding the roller skate. His voice is deadly calm, his face steely. “Remember to put away your dick first.” 

The guy stares at him. Steve raises the roller skate again, just a little. The asshole whimpers and scrambles upright, mumbling something to himself. Eddie thinks he catches something about fucking lunatic fags, but he can't be sure, what with the way his voice comes out all wet and garbled. And then he's gone, nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away.

Steve drops the roller skate. 

“Fuck,” be whispers, crouching down next to Eddie and brushing hesitant fingers over his split lip. Ten minutes ago, Eddie would’ve given anything to feel those hands on his face, but now he winces and recoils at the sting of pain. 

Steve retracts his hand, flopping down on the ground with a heavy sigh. The shorts ride up with the movement, exposing strong, muscled thighs. His knees are scraped from hitting the asphalt, little droplets of blood beading on the torn skin. 

“What’d you go and do that for?” Steve asks, scrubbing a hand down his face. All of the steel is gone from his voice. He sounds tired instead, infinitely tired. “I had it under control.” 

Eddie can’t help it, he barks a laugh. “Oh, did you, big boy? When was that, exactly? When he backhanded you? Or when he had you by the hair and was about to shove his cock down your-”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who got punched and choked half to death!” Steve snaps. 

Eddie opens his mouth to argue, then shuts it again. The boy has a point, sort of. He doesn’t need a mirror to tell which one of them is looking the worse for wear right now, not with the white-hot pain still throbbing through his face with every heartbeat. 

“He didn’t choke me half to death,” he mutters lamely. Steve huffs a humorless laugh. 

“Thanks, anyway,” he then says. It comes out so quietly that Eddie nearly misses it, and when he looks up, Steve has averted his eyes. Eddie has an acute flashback to their first meeting at the diner, when Steve reluctantly accepted his tip money. “Could’ve gone a lot worse if you hadn’t shown up.” 

Eddie feels his mouth tug into a grin, even though his lip stings like an entire beehive. 

“Anytime, Stevie. Now c’mon, let’s get outtaaaaah, shit.” 

Trying to stand is a bad idea. The moment he’s upright, another firework of pain goes off behind his temples and the ground tilts out from under him. The only thing that saves him from going right down again is Steve jumping to his feet and looping one of Eddie’s arms around his shoulders. 

“Shit, he got you good,” he mutters. Eddie can only hum in agreement, too preoccupied with keeping the meager contents of his stomach down. “We should probably get you somewhere with a first aid kit at least.” 

“‘s okay,” Eddie slurs, inadvertently leaning closer into Steve’s warmth. He smells of shampoo and frying fat and blood. “I’ll be fine, I live nearby.” 

Steve’s eyes flit over his face, then off to the side, then back to his face again. He licks his lips and even in his dazed state, Eddie can clearly see how he wars with himself. Finally, he gulps and straightens his spine. 

“Okay,” he says, adjusting Eddie’s weight on his shoulders. “Let’s go then.” 

It’s weird, Eddie thinks as they start to hobble their way down the dark street. He must’ve fantasized a thousand times about taking Steve Harrington home, but never once did he think it’d play out like this. Then again, things in his life rarely go as he imagines, so he supposes he’s just gonna roll with it.

@steddhie @formosusiniquis @steddiehasmywholeheart @ellaelsinore @rozzieroos

Part 4

Tag list: @grtwdsmwhr @p0lybl4nkk @fairytalesreality @colidamae @dissociatingdemon

[chkn-soup]

Baby i need more pervert vox, your so good at writing him, just please, take my soul and let me live in glory!

PHOTOSHOOT PT.2

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Warnings: cursing?, explicit sexual content, DUBCON/NONCON (for reference I don’t condone any of these acts IRL) fondling, Somno, use of Y/n, Vox is a gaslighting master, p in V, unprotected, spanking, blood, Vox powers off!!

Syno: Vox (your fellow Vee) is a massive pervert towards you pt.2

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It made him laugh, the way you’d wake up in the morning and immediately begin complaining about the new found bruises around your body, especially on your chest from how hard his claws had been poking into them while he was fondling you.

Your whines about the pain also got him going a little, just the thought that he left those marks on you and you had not the faintest idea.

He’d put on his key fake smile and completely assure you that it happened yesterday when you tripped and fell, you could’ve sworn that you had caught yourself, but the way Vox was telling you that your chest had hit the floor pretty hard..you just had to believe him, of course..why would he ever lie to you?

He liked that you thought so highly of him that you’d never suspect that it was him, or that he’d even lie to you in such a way because you were such close friends.

That’s why he felt extra guilty about sneaking into your room that night.

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His clawed hand turns the knob of your door slowly, creaking it open. Seeing you already peacefully sleeping, so sweetly.

He trails his way in, he wants to take it slower with you tonight, instead of just getting into the fun part, he wants to work himself up.

That’s all the more entertaining for him. He sits on your bed, his breathing begins to match your own, watching the rising of your chest as you mewl and shift in your sleep softly.

He smiles at you, genuinely this time, not like the fake ones he’d give you anytime you got in your pretty little head about all your weird injuries.

His hand runs up and down your shoulder feeling the warmth of your skin, he plays with the strap of your white tank-top. And then he places his hand on your chest, cupping your mound and squeezing gently, right on the bruises he left last time.

..”Ow..” His screen glows a much brighter blue, lighting up your features greatly as he hears your voice, you groggily get up.

“..Vox?” you blink in the gleaming light of his face. He tones is down a notch, apologizing quickly.

“What are you doing here?” You yawn out sleepily

“I..Well..I uh..I came to check on you…to see if you were ok..you were uhm..screaming and shifting in your sleep, I think you were having a nightmare.” He lies through his digital teeth.

“..Was I?” You question yourself, you don’t think you were even dreaming? But maybe Vox is right, maybe that’s how you’ve been getting all those bruises, shifting and tossing in bed.

“But..you are ok now, I’m here.” He installs a fake trust in you, he makes you depend on him without you even realizing it..and it works, you truly believe he can help you with anything, his words can cure all your problems.

“..can you stay here with me then..I don’t want to have another bad dream” he grins..,you actually believe him. He nods quickly, and of course sympathetically.

“Of course, what kind of friend would I be if I left you in such a pathetic state.” You are grateful you have such a nice friend like him.

Vox gets comfortable in bed next to you, adjusting himself so you can easily curl up into him. You wrap your arms around his figure and his hands come up to brush your hair.

He could totally take advantage of this, was this the perfect moment he had been waiting for, the perfect moment to pounce?

“..You know..Y/n, I think you’re one of the greatest assets of the V’s.” A compliment from Vox was like a blessing, he only gives compliment to people he thinks truly deserves it. Or to the people he’s trying to manipulate.

“You really think so?” You perk up, Vox knew just when to say the nicest things, just to get his way, and for you it didn’t even have to be nice, he knew how much you seeked validation, that even the smallest compliment would make you ecstatic.

Vox took advantage of that these past weeks, just so he has the opportunity of getting you in this state. He’d purposely find anything wrong with the work that you were doing and point it out, sure it hurt him to see the sad look on your face, but it all went along with his plan, to bring you to your absolute lowest and then skyrocket you back up so you’d feel that only being next to him you’d feel better.

He’d tell the other V’s to purposely pick on you or just leave you out of conversations..but what’s this, then Vox would come up to you, and have a conversation with you. You just thought Vox was so nice, it made you trust him a lot more than you already did.

And that’s exactly what he needed..to strike.

“And you’re beautiful.” Vox pokes your nose as he says this, it makes you blush, had you caught feelings for your best friend?

“..thank you..” You kinda move back away from him a little but he won’t let you slip from his grasp

“Y/n I’ve been thinking. We should team up, make something together, I know that the other V’s are all in different businesses, but..you and me, our things mixed togther would bring a whole new era to hell. Wouldn’t you just love that?” Vox smiles giddily and pinches your cheek.

“Uhm..well, y’know what yeah. It would, that would make me very happy Vox.” You slowly scooch back into him.

“Of course it would baby.” The look in Vox’s eye changes, his body begins to get warmer almost like an overheating device..what’s odd is that so do you, you feel your body warming up and you subconsciously shift your thighs togther.

“Listen, Y/n. You are..so perfect, in everything that you do. You’re so..pretty.” Here comes the praise again, Filling your empty little mind with the thought to do anything that would make Vox happy.

You fall right into his trap, your lips meet his. You pull back surprised at your own action

“Vox..I’m so sorry!” You panic, thinking you made a mistake, Vox just lets out a electronically reverberated chuckle.

Vox just grabs you by your chin and kisses you again, you let out a squeak noise but eventually kiss him back, the kiss than turns into a heated make out, and because of his pushing it includes a lot of tongue.

“You know what would make me so happy baby?” He talks in a different pitched voice, like in the way someone would speak to a pet, and it’s almost as if you are, ready to preform any trick just to get that special treat.

“What Vox, I’ll do anything” Anything? Vox almost snorts, this just all worked out too well.

“Take off these restricting clothes for me, ok baby?” You nod feverishly and sit up to begin taking off your unneeded layers.

Vox tries to act surprised at your gorgeous body, as if this wasn’t something he’s seen everyday.

“So beautiful baby, C’mere.” He roughly tugs you onto his lap. And begins grinding you on top of the stiff bulge in his silk pajama pants that he’s yet to take off.

He also sees that as a power move, that he’s still fully dressed and covered, while you’re just vulnerably naked infront of him. It shows just how much he hold over you, even his dignity.

“Please Vox, please fuck me” Vox just shushes you and goes down to suck on your chest, blue tongue flicking your nipple, and another clawed hand going to tweak with your other one.

His who’s mouth envelopes your boob, suckling on it rather harshly, your soft moans fill his ear, he can’t get enough of them.

He cuts it short to take his cock out, it’s a dark base with a light blue glowing tip, it’s pulsing out a sticky neon liquid from its slit. The sight makes you salivate.

You sink down onto his erection and his face contorts into pleasure, his screen gets brighter, and his body begins to vibrate, as if being a overworked device.

The vibrations are sent straight through his dick and into your gummy walls that are contorting around his cock in ways that he didn’t even imagine

You begin bouncing up and down on his cock, moaning out profanities that Vox was desperate to hear.

“Your such a slut Y/n, really, fucking me like this? What if the others hear us huh?” He ruts up into your warm pussy, your liquids mixing together and trickling down onto your bed sheets, his claws find your hips, and he bounces you up and down on his cock quicker, almost as if you weigh nothing, like your just a toy, a simple pocket pussy that is his to use.

“Vox~ I’m sorry” you so pathetic you’re even apologizing for your slutty behavior.

“It’s ok baby, you’re such a good girl.” He loves switching it up on you, going from attacking you to praising you like you are everything to him..and you kinda are..he just doesn’t know how to show it.

His cock forces it ways through your gummy walls and they are forced to take shape around him, make him the perfect fit and stretch to perfection.

“Oh fuck, your pussy was made for me baby.” He groans out as his heels dig into the bed as he begins to relentlessly pound into you from under you.

Your chest moves with the sheer velocity he’s pounding into you at, the vibrations from his body getting much stronger at this furious workout, a digital sweat trickles down his screen, as he furiously pounds into your pussy like a sex toy.

“Vox! Vox!” His name begins to pour out of your mouth unwillingly like a symphony

“Fuck, already dick drunk baby?” He scoffs as his hand goes to spank your ass harshly, loving the way your skin feels against his palm, he rubs your as and even claws into it enough to draw blood as he uses your pussy for his own pleasure

“I’ve been waiting to go this for years” he moans out, you think nothing of that statement with how caught up on his dick you are.

“Vox gonna-“ you whimper out and the vibrations from his dick and the ruthless pounding of his cock send you over the edge, you pathetically whine out, and your whole body spasms as if your were short circuiting just like him.

“Fuck, cumming already baby, how fucking pathetic are you, was I that good for you to be cumming so soon?” He scoffs at you and the mix of degradation and your tiredness and just pure overstimulation on how he hasn’t stopped his pace, catches up with you and tears begin pouring down your face.

“Haha, oh poor baby, come here honey, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry.” his lips find yours again as you both begin to feverishly grind against eachother and shove your tongues down each others throats. He even pulls his tongue out of your mouth for a second, just to get a taste of the salty tears streaming down your face.

As he begins getting closer to his edge his claws dig into your skin harsher, drawing more blood, and he begins letting out spurts of electricity from everywhere, the electricity zaps you in short counts. It tingles your skin and leaves you with an itch deep inside your blood stream, it makes you feel all vibratory inside as the electricity pulses through you, his screen begins to glitch as well

And as he comes to a finish, blue sticky strings of cum painting your insides with his seed, his screen goes blank.

You take a moment to breathe

“…..Vox..?” You almost whimper out as you get off his dick, did you..break him?

Suddenly his screen comes back..he blinks.

“Woah..that was amazing baby, we should do that more often.” He grins and chuckles genuinely this time.

“..Are you asking me to be your girlfriend!!” You get so incredibly giddy

“Uh..yeah kid why not” you’re so happy that you dont care how off put he is by actually dating, he’s not used to it..he usually just..fucks and then goes..but..yeah, he can get used to being called your boyfriend.

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Thank you guys for all the support, I love you guys. And I’m trying to get as many reqs as I can!!! Pls be patient😞🙏🏼🙏🏼🫶🏼🎀

[sidekick-hero]

I'm a fool (for you)

Written for the Stranger Things Writers Guild daily drabble, prompt was 'meet ugly'. I don't know what happened here. warnings: implied cheating (not steddie) | tags: meet ugly, hurt Eddie, emotional hurt/comfort, love at first sight with the worst timing, hopeful ending | 1.2k | AO3

April is Eddie's favorite month.

Winter is finally over and spring is breathing life back into the world. With the colors of spring, happiness seeped back into people's hearts.

As Eddie walks home from work, whistling his favorite tune, his heart swells with it. The sun still shines brightly, a gentle breeze carries the scent of cherry blossoms from the nearby park, and tucked in his pocket is his very first bonus check. He can't wait to tell David, the exhilaration of a beautiful day gives him hope that maybe they can have a nice evening with some wine and dinner before falling into bed together. It's been a while, and he knows it's partly because he works so much, but lately he feels like he and David are drifting apart.

Determined to surprise David with some quality time together, Eddie plans to come home early. Perhaps they could even use the extra money for a vacation, he thinks with a smile on his face.

Filled with hope and happiness, Eddie opens the door to their apartment, only to be greeted by a sight that shatters both.

A stranger, clad in nothing but black boxer briefs, stands in their bedroom doorway.

"I'm such a fool," Eddie murmurs, blinking at the unexpected sight of an almost-naked Adonis standing in the doorway to the room he shares with the man Eddie thought loved him.

The stranger mirrors his shock. "You're not David.”

A mirthless laugh escapes Eddie's lips. "No, I'm Eddie. His boyfriend. Or rather, ex-boyfriend. Guess he forgot to mention me, huh?"

When the man just buries his face in his hands and groans, "I'm such a fucking fool," Eddie almost feels sorry for him.

Almost, because it's his heart that's just been broken.

"Looks like we both are," he agrees with the stranger. He really is beautiful. Eddie can see why David went for him, he just wishes he hadn't.

"I swear, I had no idea David had a boyfriend or I never would have gone home with him. I'm so, so sorry."

The guy looks sincere and Eddie believes him. After all, it was David who decided to trample on their relationship. It must suck to be drawn into the drama of Eddie's imploding relationship, less cause and more casualty.

Closing the door behind him, Eddie steps fully into the apartment. "I believe you -" he pauses here, waiting for the man to tell him his name.

"Steve."

"I believe you, Steve. Where's David, by the way?"

"Buying condoms," he admits sheepishly, and Eddie rubs his hands over his face.

"Of course. How awfully considerate of him." Steve winces at Eddie's tone, but he's too tired to care. He takes a moment to think about what to do next. "I think it's best if you get dressed and leave now, I doubt you'll want to be here when David gets back. To be honest, I don't want to either, but I guess there's not much of a choice."

Steve looks at him silently for a second before turning and going back into the bedroom, presumably to get dressed. Eddie sighs and heads over to the kitchen to make himself some coffee. He's going to need it.

He's thinking about where he could stay tonight when Steve comes into the kitchen, now dressed in tight, light-washed Levi's and a white shirt that looks painted on. Eddie can even see the dark chest hair through it.

It's hard not to hate Steve for making Eddie feel even more inadequate.

"I know you want me to go, but if it's okay with you, I'd rather stay? Just to make sure you're okay. I've been cheated on before and I know what it's like to feel like the rug has been pulled out from under you. You shouldn't have to deal with it alone."

It's hard to hate Steve when he's so kind to Eddie.

"Do I look so pathetic that I need the man my boyfriend cheated on me with to comfort me?" He spits, more out of self-preservation than anything else. Anger is so much easier to deal with than heartbreak.

Steve's response, however, is gentle. "You look like someone just broke your heart and you could use a friend. It doesn't have to be me, I can take you to one of your friends. I just don't think you should be alone right now." With that, Steve walks over to the coffee machine and pours out a cup. "Sugar? Cream?"

Eddie plops down on one of the kitchen chairs in defeat. "Both. More sugar."

Steve prepares their coffee and then they wait for David to get back. When he does, clearly shocked to find his boyfriend and his hookup in the same room, they both confront him. Steve has Eddie's back the whole time and gets downright mean to David, while Eddie is mostly tired and disappointed. After their confrontation, Steve waits for Eddie to pack some of his things and, as promised, drives Eddie over to Chrissy's apartment.

They park in front of her building and Eddie thanks Steve for everything he's done for him, but before he can get out, Steve takes Eddie's hand and squeezes it.

"I'm really sorry, Eddie. Nobody deserves to get cheated on and I hate that it happened to you. I can understand if you want to be mad at me or forget I even exist, but if you ever need to talk, even if it's just about how small David's dick is, I'm here, okay?"

In the palm of his hand, Eddie feels a piece of paper, and he's pretty sure it's Steve's number.

"Why?"

Steve reaches over and tucks a lock of Eddie's hair behind his ear. "You'll probably think I'm weird, but I feel like I almost know you. It sounds crazy, I know, I know. I can’t explain it. I just want you to be happy, and I can't help but want to be the person who makes that happen."

At Eddie's stunned silence, he hastily adds, "Oh God, I sound like a crazy person. Or worse, a psycho stalker. I promise, I'm neither. And that's exactly what a psycho stalker would say, for Christ's sake. Please say something before I put my foot any further in my mouth."

This makes Eddie laugh again, and this time it doesn't sound bitter. Just a little confused, but mostly fond.

"Thank you, Steve. Really. I appreciate it. You... I have no idea what I'm feeling right now, or what I'm going to do, but you've made this totally fucked up evening suck less, and for that alone I don't want to forget that you exist or be mad at you. I just need some time, y'know?"

Steve's smile is warm, if a little sad. "I do. You should. Take your time, I mean. I really wish we'd met differently."

"Me too. Believe me."

Eddie starts to get out of the car again, and this time Steve doesn't stop him. Just watches him, his hazel eyes shining brightly in the light of the street lamp.

"Take care, Eddie."

"You too, Steve."

As Eddie climbs the stairs to Chrissy's apartment, he saves Steve's number in his phone.

[sulumuns-dootah]

26. 12. Asmodeus - Wrapped like a gift (18+)

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆꙳·❅‧The Yule festival of Hell 2‧❆ ₊⋆

A/N: The ending eludes to Y/N without a dick, but can be read even if you have one (just squint your eyes at one point)

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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The more you walk through the Abaddon castle towards Asmodeus' rooms, the more your intuition tells you that you shouldn't. There's something really unnerving about the message he's sent you:

'Y/N! Come get your Christmas gift! You'll find it on my bed ;)'

The winking emoji already had you slightly suspicious and then when all your texts inquiring about more info of the gift's nature went unanswered, the feeling of you being set up to meet your doom really set in.

By the time you reach the master bedroom door, your heart is anxiously trying to beat its way out through your ribcage.

As you're about to knock on the heavy door, a note attached to the handle by a ribbon catches your attention. The writing is in the most beautiful cursive – presumably Asmo's handwriting.

'No need to knock, just enter. I'm waiting ;)'

That emoji again. You really should turn around and call one of the other kings to come and get you out of here, but instead you take a deep breath and reach out for the handle, like the note instructed.

Slowly opening the tall door, you first see a dimly lit room full of lit candles. Stepping into the room, you see more and more of them until finally, your eyes land on the centerpiece of the whole fire hazard.

The master bed is adorned by many satin-covered pillows, which look like they're glowing in the candle flame light. And there, amidst all the glowing fabric and scattered red rose petals is Asmodeus.

He's naked, kneeling and fully restrained with his hands securely bound behind his back by ribbons. A whimper of proud obedience leaves his gagged mouth as your eyes scan his form from the top of his pitch black hair all the way down to the bow tied around the base of his very hard dick with the words 'Free use' above it in a similar fashion to Beelzebub's tattoos.

“A-asmo...?!” you exclaim in a surprise and the demon cockily smiles around the ball in his mouth while thrusting a few times into the air as if to entice you to take the opportunity to do anything with him.

You're not gonna lie, this display ignites something dangerous inside you and you yourself don't really know what might happen in the next few hours.

Only after taking a few steps towards the bed while shedding all the extra layers you're not going to need for the rest of your time here, you notice all the laid out pleasure and/or pain toys.

“Nnnghh...~!” Asmodeus impatiently whimpers with his eyes slightly rolling back, as if just your presence was enough to get him off.

You take a deep breath, partially to calm your nerves but to also stop so many ideas popping up at once.

Standing a the foot of the bed, you contemplate your first course of action with some soft humming. One part of you wants to tease him until he's unable to take it anymore and the other wants to overstimulate him.

Another impatient groan with more pathetic air thrusts interrupts your decision-making and without even thinking, you pick up the leather whip and land a few hits on one of the demon's inner thighs, “Shush... I'm still deciding.”

“Haa~!” the sudden pain makes Asmodeus moan out as his dick twitches a few times, clearly becoming desperate for any sort of stimulation. It doesn't escape you that so little was already enough for him to start producing precum, which was now lazily running down his entire length and dripping underneath him onto the satin sheet.

“I wonder... What would happen if I just left you like this... All needy for me, expecting me to pounce on you, but I don't...” you question, more as a thinking out loud since he can't really answer you much.

'Then you'd make the biggest mistake, I'll take great joy in reminding you of all the time.' a threat in a playful tone enters your mind, sounding as if Asmodeus whispered it right into your ear. Judging by the cocky smirk that's molded around the plastic ball in his mouth, it was the demon talking to you in your head. Does that also mean he can read your thoughts, then?

“Hm...” you look back down at the array of toys at your disposal. A feather duster, candle with ligther, leather whip, chain attachment for the choker he's wearing, paddle, dagger and...

Finally, your eyes land on the strap on with an attachment resembling Asmo's very own throbbing length next to a strip of black satin – presumably intended to be a blindfold. A low chuckle vibrates in your throat as a very fun way to enjoy your gift comes into your mind.

With a swift movement you snatch the cold fabric and walk around the bed to kneel behind the nicely presented demon. A shaky breath leaves his gagged lips as you tie the blindfold around his eyes, but to his disappointment, after that you're immediately getting off the bed again and walking off.

He can't see it anymore, but you're actually putting on the harness and attaching the rather disproportionate dick onto your body. On the way back to your original position the chain lead catches your eye and you take it with you.

Asmo hates to admit it to himself, but being someone else's bitch excites him as long as it's you. Still, not being able to see makes him feel on a very thrilling edge. His hearing is good, but the way you're too quiet while moving around his room is a bit unnerving to him.

The demon's head whips to the side when you get back onto the bed. With a gentle hand you guide his chin up so you can attach the chain's clasp.

By pulling on the chain, you pull Asmodeus backwards until his head is on your shoulder as you whisper right into his ear, while rubbing your borrowed dick against his ass, “Tell me, bitchboy... Has anybody else ever given you a good prostate orgasm?”

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"Ahahah, my pretty little bitch... There's yet so much for you to experience and I am more than happy to guide you through all these new things, huhu..."

[rebeccccccaaa]

 My Part of Town

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Aaron Hotchner x Reader

:: After what seems to be a rather confusing and tough case, Hotch finds himself in a dark corner of a club watching the girl he interrogated just days ago captivate him in a way he hasn’t been in years. ::

warnings:: talks about violence (canon type cm kind); reader is described to have tattoos, alt styled extras (not goth specified), etc; age gap (reader is in her mid to late 20s), also slight power imbalance? Idk i tried to write it in way that didn’t make it seem like reader fucked her way into the BAU by making hotch a tiny bit subby/pathetic but idk i put the warning anyway sorryyyyyy, no mentions of y/n, sober reader slay, no contraceptives mentioned so stay safe babies, body positivity, mentioned jack at the end for plot lol but he’s not present in the story, not sure what else i should tag

author’s notes:: i originally wrote this with the intention of a certain type of person in mind (me lol) with the tattoos and stuff, i know not all you readers have such but i thought i’d keep the second pov for fun and interactiveness, so i hope that’s ok with y’all, enjoy!!

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Hotch stood at the bar, a drink sweating in his hand. He hardly drank anything, in fact he just wanted to go home at this point. The room smelt of body odor, cheap perfume, and smoke. He didn’t understand how his coworkers could love going out to such a place like this. It was definitely not his scene anymore, but with much begging from the girls and Morgan, they were able to successfully convince him and also Rossi to go and celebrate the success of this last case. He was surprised to even see Reid enjoying himself. 

He never thought in a million years he'd be back in a place like this. He looked around seeing the girls in a small circle laughing and jumping around, Rossi sat at the end of the bar talking to a girl, who was way too young for him, trying to get her away from hims, and Spencer and Derek were standing at the edge of the dance floor wondering who their next flattery target was going to be. Darting his eyes around, they caught a particularly familiar set of eyes that Hotch couldn’t seem to shake until he walked into the overstimulating room of noise and colors, at least until this very moment.

You grinned at him, facing completely towards him now. You dressed in all black, platformed shoes making you much taller than when Hotch had met you for the first time. The silver and gold reflecting the bright lights that scattered over the crowd from your fingers. Your skin covered ink that surprised him just as much as it did the first time he’d seen your decorated skin. And although you dressed in all black, you seemed to stand out more than anyone else in the sea of bodies. 

Hotch tightened his jaw upon meeting your eyes. Your hips swayed effortlessly to the music that boomed through the room. It was like you were dancing just for him. Teasing him, like you did in the interrogation room where you had first met. You were an enigma to the case. You had come from nowhere, had nothing to do with the unsub or the victims, and yet had almost all the answers the BAU had questions for before they could even begin a profile. 

Hotch began to fidget in a panic when you began walking towards him.

Hotch walked in the interrogation room. File in hand. They were in New York City. The infamous concrete jungle. The case involved a long line of girls in their 20’s; their stomachs gutted and filled with dirt, a small white rose planted in place. They hadn’t a long list of suspects but when a security guard mentioned to Hotchner of a strange girl lurking at the scene of the most recent crime they brought her in as suspect or at the very least, a witness. Walking in the room, a girl sat rapping her ring stacked knuckles against the table.

“What the hell am I doing here?”

“Where were you yesterday afternoon?” Hotch asked.

You stayed silent. You knew the position you were in. You were studying behavioral analysis and criminal justice yourself. 

You were at the crime scene yesterday, you asked questions to the security guard who ratted you out. It would be a waste of time and effort, and especially money, to know that after all those hours of studying, your skills would be useless when it comes to navigating a real case. You needed to see for yourself. So you asked some questions, awkwardly and suspiciously at best, and now you found yourself sitting in an interrogation room for a crime you actually have nothing to do with. 

“Why were you asking questions to a security guard about the victim? You asked, if anything had changed? You indicated that you have seen the previous victims’ bodies.”

“I have,” you said. 

“Why’s that? Was there something in particular you saw that made you ask those kinds of questions?”

“Am I being questioned as a witness? Or a suspect?”

“Why do you feel like you are being questioned as a suspect?” he asked, making you go silent. Hotch took his sign to leave, leaving you to continue tapping your decorated fingers against the table like before. 

“She’s not really saying anything. Her demeanor tells me that she’s keeping something from us but her body language also is calm and collected. She may not have anything to do with the crime but she knows something, and she is not telling us,” Hotch said to Rossi and Spencer who stood watching the interrogation. 

“I called Garcia to look into her background a bit. She’s also a student at the same college all three of our victims attended. So I asked her to cross-check each of their schedules with hers for any overlap and she came up empty. They don’t even study the same major,” Spencer explained.

‘What does she study?” Hotch asked.

“Get this, Behavior Analysis,” Rossi said. 

“Hey! If you’re still lingering behind the window, I got something to say. But send the grumpy one in,” you shouted. 

“She beckens for you, Agent Hotchner,” Rossi teased. 

Hotch walked back into the room. You sat properly in your chair again with your hands folded politely, completely contrasting the way he left you. You had discarded your jacket too.  Hotch couldn’t help his eyes drifting across your decorated skin. It tells him that you were most likely extroverted, confident. Though the psychology behind tattoos can be varied so his interest peaked briefly. 

“What would you like to share?” Hotch sat across from you.

“Have you built a profile yet?” you asked. 

“We have some working theories,” he responded. 

“So do I,” you smirked.

“Agent Hotchner,” you strolled up to him, “What the hell are you doing in my part of town?”

“Your part?” he joked with you.

“Did you finish the case?” you asked.

“Yes, much help from you. Thank you,” he replied.

“What?” you yelled over the music.

“I said ‘Thank you,’” he responded loudly as you did.

“I’m just kidding, I heard you. I just wanted to hear you thank me again,” you smirked, before leaning over the counter to call the bartender. He may have been right about your tattoos making you a confident persona.

“So, what are you drinking tonight, Agent Hotchner?” you asked him.

“It’s just Hotch, and um, I’m not too sure. My coworker ordered me this drink. But I've hardly drunk it.” he complained. 

“Yeah the drinks here are like gasoline, but at least you’re paying for what you get,” you laughed. 

“What about you? What’s your poison tonight?” he asked you, he could feel his shoulders start to relax a bit.

“Coke,” you winked before grabbing. 

“Really?” he asked with curiosity, he figured a girl your age would be drinking the night away while you were still young.

“I’m sober,” you told him. 

“Good for you,” he told you, a smile creeping unsuspectingly on his face. 

“Not all that crazy, I’m starting my thirties soon and graduating next semester so I have to start taking life super seriously since it won’t for me,” you said.

“What makes you say that?” he questioned. 

“Seriously?” you joked, “Look, I knew my appearance was eventually going to affect my career down the line but I believed life is too short to not celebrate your body and decorate it the way you want. The body is a temple, and what’s a temple without art?”

“I think your tattoos are lovely,” he complimented. 

“I think so too,” you grinned, making him chuckle. You liked amusing him. 

“What do you mean by affecting your career? I understand not everyone likes tattoos in the workplace but you can easily cover them up with the right attire, can’t you?” he asked.

“Of course, but why would I want to burn up wearing a turtle-neck shirt in the middle of summer just to please some old fucks who don’t even work personally on the cases we would be working on?” 

“I understand you,” he debuted.

“I can help with that,” he told you, after a small pause between you two.

“What do you mean?” you questioned.

“Well, I can talk to my boss about opening an internship position with the BAU. That way right before you graduate you can have a good reference and experience on your resume for when you start looking for a permanent position,” he explained. 

“Are you serious?” you beamed.

“Yes, you were excellent with my team and incredibly effective. And I think it would be good for you to continue exploring that part of the job, if that’s what you want to do after you graduate,” he told you. 

“Uh, yes! Oh my goodness, if I wasn’t sober I’d take a shot with you right now,” you laughed putting your hand on his chest. 

Hotch could feel the warmth blooming from your hand into his system. His breath became slightly heavier than it was. He doesn’t know what compelled him to do this but he knows you could be very valuable to the team, and working with the BAU would set you up for success after you graduate. Those were the only reasons, right? 

You and Hotch stayed a while at the bar talking and laughing most of the night. You told him stories about your tattoos and he told you stories from past cases. Derek and Spencer had left by then, Rossi was making his way out and the girls were still dancing and laughing as they had been the whole night. Occasionally they would point at him talking to you, they giggle at how unexpected and incredible it was for Hotch to be talking to a girl like you. What felt like minutes was actually hours and you were itching to get back on the dance floor again. 

“Let’s go dance,” you tugged at his arm.

“Oh, no. That's not my thing,” he protested.

“Well, pretend it’s your thing tonight! Come on, I want to dance with you,” you begged. 

“Eh,” he whined.

“Come on, come on,” you dragged him by the arm; it worked since he set his drink down and dragged his feet across the dance floor to bring his body against yours. 

His hands hesitantly went to your hips while your arms instinctively wrapped around the back of his neck. Your chests were pressed against each other and if Hotch focused hard enough he could probably feel your heart beating against his. Maybe you could feel his picking up. Your eyes were closed, like you were trying to focus on only the music but unbeknownst to him you were focusing on his touch. 

Finding confidence, Hotch moved his hands up and down your back. His leg moved in between yours and your hips moved together in sync. Hotch had never danced like this before with anyone. He felt a little lost but you were guiding him well and he was feeling more bold than before. Your fingers started raking through his hair and Hotch couldn’t help but sigh with his eyes fluttering close. It had been a long time since someone had been with him, had touched him in any way that wasn’t a professional handshake or a platonic hug. He had been always busy with work and if not work then taking care of Jack. Haley had been gone for a long time, it almost felt unnatural to feel this way again but Hotch was remembering how good it felt and how much he missed it. 

He let his face bury into the side of your neck and you continued scratching his head, pulling your nails down the back of his neck making him breathe out shakily. You had this man suddenly wrapped around your finger. Hotch became as bold as one could get in the darkness of the club, letting his hands completely cup your behind and pulling your hips impossibly close to his. You pulled slightly away from him before resting your forehead against his. His eyes were only focused on your lips. You turned yourself around, hearing the sigh escape from Hotch when you did, but you made for it pressing your hips against his. 

The girls had taken a break chatting and giggling at the bar. They couldn’t believe the sight before them. Hotch, a widower and single dad grinding up against a woman dressed in black and chains with tattoos up and down her arms and legs in a suit and tie he refused to change out of when he agreed to tonight's outing. 

“I cannot believe what I’m seeing,” Penelope gasped.

“I think I’ve drank too much; I’m hallucinating Hotch having a better time than us,” JJ joked. 

“Oh come on, girls. Leave the man alone,” Emily said before downing the rest of her drink. 

“I would’ve been less surprised if Reid pulled a girl like that,” Penelope jokes.

“Yeah, it’s not so much the situation but rather who. I’ve never seen Hotch like this,” JJ said. 

“You know I can’t deny that,” Emily rang. 

“I think I’m gonna go now, seeing Hotch like this is making me feel things I’ve never wanted to feel from my boss,’ Penelope grumbled. 

“You guys are so dramatic,” Emily laughed. 

“I think I’m actually gonna go,” JJ chimed, “I shouldn’t leave my boys alone all night.” 

“Ok, then let’s all just get out of here,” Penelope chirped, “We should leave Hotch to whatever he plans on doing.”

“I think you mean whoever,” Emily said, as she snapped a picture of you two dancing like there was nobody else there with you. 

“Did you take a picture?” JJ gasped. 

“Oh! He’s gonna kill you!” Penelope laughed out loud.

“Let’s go before he finds out then,” Emily chuckled. 

You and Hotch danced like if the other let go you would disappear never to be seen again. You milked the time you had together in these final hours of the night before the sun set in reality. You could feel Hotch’s lips pressing against your hot skin below your ear. Your chest fluttered and your stomach flipped at the feeling. You were so enthralled in the feeling, you didn’t hear him whispering in your ear. The small puffs of air pulled you from this trance and you quickly turned around to better hear him. 

“Let’s get out of here,” he whined.

“Lead the way,” you teased, pulling gently at his tie.

His fingers entwined between yours pulling out of the disco. You nearly tripped over your platforms trying your best to keep up with the man taking you to his home. He opened the door for you and you practically jumped in the car without hesitation. You couldn’t help the giggles coming from you as you heard the quick steps from Aaron rounding the car. 

The drive to his place was quick, or maybe it was long and you were just distracted. He looked so stoic and determined behind the wheel. Not even your light touches along his thigh, or the unbuckling of his belt would shake the fire behind his eyes. His skin was burning up and his knuckles were white against the steering wheel. Once he got home he was quick to open the door, quick to rid his tie, quick to show exactly where he intended on fucking you tonight.  So quick, he hadn’t bothered turning any lights on. Not that it mattered too much.

You laid roughly on the bed watching Hotch undress above you. You couldn’t help but notice the scars across his stomach, that’s when you noticed the scars along his knuckles; even with how dark the room was. You told yourself you’d ask about it another time. You didn’t want to ruin the moment over something he probably doesn’t want to talk about anyway. You started picking at your rings, twisting and pulling hard and fast to take them off; sometimes they were a bit distracting when you were having sex. 

“No, leave those on,” Hotch gowled, before reaching to you to disrobe your outfit from tonight. 

As he reached for those eye-catching platforms that made you stand out from most of the people dancing in the room, you couldn’t help yourself making a bit of a snarky remark. 

“You want to keep those on too?” you flashed a smile. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he remarked, before his hands left your ankles to flip you over, leaving the shoes on for both your pleasures. 

He peeled your underwear down your legs. His lips kissing the backs of your thighs softly; if you hadn’t been so overly focused on his every touch you wouldn’t have felt them. He stood tall over you, towering like a stoic statue. His hands roughly ran along your spine making you arch your back deliciously, basking in the fiery feeling. Hips pushing backwards to feel every inch of lust from the man behind you . 

You dropped to your elbows, arching your back even more as you anticipated a craving you’ve wanted since he walked into that interrogation just days ago. If someone had told you then that that man would rutting his hips into from behind like he’d never fucked before, you’d had laughed in their face. But you couldn’t be more satisfied with the outcome of it anyway. 

“Oh, Hotch,” you called out breathlessly. 

He grunted behind you as he slowly inserted himself into you, pressure building like a souffle in the pit of your belly. He grunted again, words incoherent, before you realized he was speaking to you. You hummed in confusion, asking to repeat what he said louder, when his hands threaded your hair and pulled you back on your knees effortlessly against his body.

“Aaron,” he growled in your ear. 

Your hands instinctively went up and behind, holding his face close to your neck and he bit and kissed the soft flesh sensually, goosebumps erupting along your arms. You whispered his name in the darkness that blanketed over, your sense of sound and touch becoming overstimulating. Hotch’s hands roamed your body like you were a delicate glass sculpture, contrasting the momentum of his hips that bruised your skin. 

You could feel the intensity building, and your body beginning to buzz when Hotch suddenly pulled out from you to flip you over violently. You smacked down on the bed again like you had before, a playfully shocked giggle erupted from your belly. Your feet felt heavy over the edge of the mattress from the shoes you still had on. Hotch leaned down, stroking his rough hands along your legs from your ankle to your hips before dragging your hips even closer to the edge. He brought his hand to the back of your knee, bending it before he once again entered you with a delicious burn. 

Your hands reached up cupping the back of your neck to pull him closer to you, his damp forehead resting against yours. Your rings felt ice cold against his burning skin. You could see, barely in the blue black darkness, his chest beginning to become red. His hands, although rough, were beginning to feel clammy but you hadn’t minded not one bit; completely enthralled and aroused in his touch. 

You could feel the sweat building between the valley of your breasts. Your back is heating up from the thickness of the sheets that you laid upon. Even more so obvious when you felt the contrasting cold air that swept between when you arched you back in pleasure. 

“Aaron,” you whispered.

“What do you need?” he asked you.

“Kiss me, Aaron,” you begged.

Without hesitation, his lips found yours in a feverous kiss. Your noses bumping against one another blocking your abilities to breath; but with the heightened passion shared between, breathing seemed impractical in a moment like this. Your breasts grazed softly against his chest, your nipples hardening with the friction as he moved swiftly and roughly above you. 

You moaned in the kiss as did he. Your center pulsing, practically sucking him in with each thrust of his hips. The sounds of sex bounced off the walls. The bed squeaked beneath you; Hotch’s hips rutted into you with no particular rhythm. You hand came down from his neck to grip the sheets and you moaned and whined louder and louder as you inched closer and closer to your climax. Hotch breathed heavily above you before dipping head to your neck. Suddenly, without any warning, his hands roughly grab your wrists pinning your arms above your head. 

“Keep them here, sweetheart,” he groaned, before standing straight up again to roughly grab your hips. His fingers dug into your soft skin, bound to bruise the next morning. His hips snapped in and out, in and out, harder and faster than anyone has ever fucked you before. You squealed and whimpered in ecstasy, pleasure. Your thighs squeezing tightly around his hips desperately holding back to climax. 

“Fuck!” His voice was low and guttural. 

“I can’t hold it anymore; can I come, please?” he begged, he reached for your calf pulling your leg over his shoulder. His mouth instantly kissed and bit like he was a rutting animal. 

“Shit! Yes, yes!” you egged him on. Your climax spilling over, waiting for that little drop of water that would break the dam of pleasure. And once you both reach the highest point, your hands grab at each other desperately searching for some stability of any kind to guide through the crashing waves of bliss. His body slumped forward damn near crushing you beneath his strong body. 

“Holy shit,” you sighed, laughter escaping your lips as you felt your entire body and mind buzz with nirvana. No man had ever fucked you that good and you were a little upset that it was over. Unbeknownst to you, Hotch didn’t have any plans of ending your pleasure; at least for tonight. With heavy eyes and a devilish smile, Hotch slid down your body, placing both of your legs over his shoulders with every intention of wearing you out tonight. 

…

You stood in the bathroom staring at yourself in the mirror with a drunken smile you hadn’t seen in years. You were completely naked. Your makeup ran down your face and your hair was practically a bird’s nest, and yet you stared at yourself with admiration. Hours had passed, every inch of clothing ripped or discarded on the bedroom floor of this man. Your shoes were long gone by this point and you felt your face becoming warm knowing you’d never wear those shoes again without thinking about tonight. 

You had taken a quick shower, since Hotch had let you. He left you with a couple of garments he put aside for you to make sure you felt comfortable. You walked under the shower, letting the hot water engulf you and clean you. You looked around for the first and noticed the small toys in the corner of the bath. You stepped out and saw the small green and blue toothbrush beside another larger toothbrush that was also green and blue. You couldn’t help smiling to yourself. 

You walked back to the bedroom quickly seeing Hotch sitting peacefully on the bed typing away on his phone in the soft warm light beside him. The small puddle of light allows you to better look at him. He looked so handsome and calm, so different from the harsh fluorescent lights of that interrogation room and the blinding colored LEDs from tonight. He looked up at you smiling when his eyes met yours. He chuckled seeing how different you looked now than when you had when he first saw you days ago; hours ago. You climbed into the bed, instantly snuggling into his side like a cat. Your lips kissing and biting playfully along his jawline.

“How old is your son?” you asked quietly. Hotch raised an eyebrow to look at you, he usually kept Jack’s room closed and his toys put neatly away.

“You’re going to be an excellent profiler,” he commented. 

“You're not wrong but also you have matching toothbrushes in the bathroom and rubber duckies in the corner of the tub,” you remarked, giggling.

“Right. That would be the obvious answer,” he chuckled. 

“He’s 10; I’m going to pick him up from his aunt’s place tomorrow afternoon,” he told you. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair by then,” you told him, sinking lower beneath the sheets ready to sleep.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mind it all. You can stay as long as you like,” he whispered. He craved those little domestic moments again that he had been missing for years. He knew he was crazy for thinking about moments like that, moments of you meeting Jack and whatnot despite only knowing you for such a little time, but he was starving for that kind of intimacy again. He will start thinking rationally again when he wakes tomorrow. 

“I think you ought to take me to dinner first before I meet your kid,” you joked.

“I can do that,” he said seriously.

“Really?” you challenged. 

“Yes, let me take you out to dinner next Friday,” he offered. 

“And if you’re working? If you have to leave?” you questioned. 

“Well, you’ll be coming with us, won’t you?” he grinned.

“Oh, right. Ok, then it’s a date, SSA Hotchner,” you smiled widely before pulling him in a kiss. 

“You’re the only one who can call me, Aaron.”

“You swear?” you laughed.

“I swear.” 

[velvetdesir3s]

Tutoring sessions: Roman Godfrey x Reader (Prologue)

Summary: Reader goes to the Godfrey mansion for her first day tutoring Roman Godfrey.

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: none (for now)

Author’s note: This is the first part of a little series I’m writing. Second part is out! I hope you enjoy!

As you drove up the winding, tree-lined road, the towering silhouette of Roman Godfrey’s house came into view. The mansion stood ominously at the top of the hill, its dark, gothic architecture stark against the sky. You could feel your heartbeat quicken with each turn, a mix of anticipation and unease settling in the pit of your stomach.

The iron gates creaked open as you approached, revealing a sprawling driveway that seemed to stretch endlessly towards the house. The gravel crunched under your tires, the sound echoing in the stillness of the evening. You glanced around, taking in the meticulously maintained gardens and the eerie statues that dotted the landscape, their stone faces frozen in time.

The house itself loomed larger as you neared, its windows dark and uninviting. You parked your car and sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel, trying to steady your nerves. The front door, massive and foreboding, seemed to beckon and warn you simultaneously. Taking a deep breath, you stepped out of the car, the cool air brushing against your skin, and made your way to the entrance, each step bringing you closer to the unknown that awaited within.

Olivia Godfrey, Roman's mother, hired you to tutor him. At first, you were skeptical, of course. You didn’t like him at all. You thought he was arrogant, spoiled and a pathetic excuse for a trust fund baby. But you needed the money. If you wanted to get out of Hemlock Grove, you needed to start somewhere, and she was paying you a great amount of money.

It was surprising how she managed to track you down. You hadn't advertised your services; sure, you had mulled over the idea of tutoring to make some extra cash, but you envisioned helping little kids with algebra, not Roman Godfrey. But when you got the call from her, offering a crazy amount of cash per study session, you couldn’t resist. You had to put your pride aside and get it done.

You thought of a few possibilities as to how she could’ve found you but didn’t like to dwell on it since it freaked you out. This whole family gave you weird vibes; every time you passed by the mansion or the Godfrey Institute, you got shivers down your spine. Ironic, since now you’re technically working for them.

You pushed your thoughts aside and walked up the steps to the front door. Each step seemed to echo in the stillness, amplifying your unease. As you reached the top, you paused, taking in the grandeur of the entrance. The heavy wooden door loomed before you, ornate and intimidating. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, and then raised your hand to knock, the sound resonating through the silent mansion.

It didn’t take long before a butler answered the door, gesturing you to come in and wait in the living room. You made your way into the room, setting your backpack next to you on the couch before sitting down. A maid came in immediately, asking if you wanted something to drink or eat. You politely declined, concerned at her anxious expression. After she left, you took in the grand living room, with its plush furniture and elegant décor.

As you waited, you noticed a few framed family photos on the walls and a large window letting in soft, natural light. You couldn’t help but wonder about the circumstances that had made the maid so uneasy.

A few minutes later, Olivia Godfrey came in. She reeked of cigarettes and floral, expensive perfume. She gave you a warm smile that seemed a bit insincere. “Hello, you must be the tutor I hired. Nice to finally meet you,” she said, extending her hand. She shook it quickly, her discomfort not so apparent, before letting go.

“I trust you’re well-prepared for this,” she said, her tone sharp and formal. “I’m somewhat out of touch with modern education, and I’m concerned about ensuring my son receives the best guidance.”

You gulped, somewhat uncomfortable with her tone. “Oh, yeah— you don’t have to worry about that. Today we’re going to start with the basics of calculus and then we’ll move on to—”

“That’s great, honey. Let me just get Roman,” she said, quickly dismissing you.

And just like that, you were all alone again. You leaned back on the couch, sighing to compose yourself.

“She’s such a cunt, isn’t she?”

Roman’s voice cut through the quiet as you stirred on the couch. You blinked awake to find him standing over you, his eyes cold and distant. He sank down beside you with a sigh, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. With a practiced flick, he lit one, the glow of the flame briefly illuminating his face as he took a long drag, the smoke curling around him.

Where the hell did he come from?

You snapped out of your thoughts when he glanced at you with a piercing gaze, removing the cigarette from between his lips with deliberate nonchalance. With a subtle, inviting gesture, he extended it toward you, offering a puff.

“Oh, I don’t smoke,” you replied awkwardly. He smirked, “Of course you don’t,” he muttered, placing the cigarette back between his lips. You rolled your eyes, thinking he hadn’t noticed, but he did and simply smiled to himself.

Then, you heard the unmistakable sound of heels clicking sharply against the floor as Olivia entered the room. She stood in the doorway with an air of poised authority, her gaze fixed on Roman. “Roman, dear, I specifically asked you to be in the living room after lunch,” she said, her tone sharp and controlled, with irritation concealed behind a carefully maintained veneer of sophistication.

“I was taking a shit; I’m here, aren’t I?” he quipped back, taking another drag of his cigarette and blowing the smoke deliberately toward Olivia.

Olivia narrowed her eyes, maintaining her composed exterior. "Charming as always, Roman," she replied coolly. “Do try to behave for your tutor.” She then turned her gaze to you. “I trust you can handle things from here?”

“Uh, yeah—” Before you could continue, she turned and walked out, her heels clicking sharply against the floor.

Roman smirked, taking another drag of his cigarette. “Don’t take it personally,” he said, blowing the smoke into the air. “She’s always got a stick up her ass.” He leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly. “So, what’s this supposed to be about, anyway?”

You turn to him, your confusion evident. “I was hired to tutor you. Didn’t your mom tell you?”

Roman raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. “Not exactly. She said I’ve been failing my classes and she’d find a way to fix it,” he explained, taking another drag of his cigarette and flicking the ash into an ashtray. “I figured she’d bribe the school or something.”

Of course he did.

“Well, sorry to disappoint you. We should get to work—”

Roman cut you off with a casual tone, “What if we do something else instead?” His smirk suggested he had something more intriguing in mind.

“What do you mean?” You asked, a little more guarded. You knew about Roman’s reputation for being unapologetically promiscuous. It wouldn’t surprise you if he was suggesting that he wanted to sleep with you right now.

Roman raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “Relax, I was just thinking of a change of scenery,” he said with a chuckle. “But if you’re really set on studying, I suppose we can stick to it.” His tone was teasing, but he made it clear he wasn’t pushing further, at least for now.

“Oh, well. Is there anywhere else we could go to start? A couch isn’t really the best place to get some studying done,” you suggested, looking for a more practical setup for your session.

Roman leaned closer, his smirk widening as he set his arm casually on the couch, resting it near your side. “What do you have in mind?” he asked with a teasing tone, his eyes locking onto yours.

“Maybe your kitchen?” you asked, trying to maintain your composure despite the closeness.

Roman leaned back, his smirk softening slightly. “Yeah, the kitchen’s fine,” he said nonchalantly as he rose from the couch and began walking towards the kitchen.

You quickly grabbed your backpack, slinging it over your shoulders, and walked briskly to catch up with him. As you followed Roman through the mansion, the opulent surroundings were hard to ignore. The grand hallway was lined with dark wood paneling and ornate, vintage portraits, casting an almost eerie glow under the soft lighting. The floors were polished marble, echoing with the sound of your footsteps as you walked briskly to keep up with him. Roman’s stride was confident and deliberate, each step resonating with a casual authority.

As you reached the kitchen, the contrast was striking: the space was modern and functional, with sleek countertops and stainless steel appliances. The ambiance was more casual from the mansion’s formal elegance.

“So, what school do you go to?” Roman asked, strolling over to the countertop where a coffee maker sat. He grabbed a cup and poured himself some coffee, then turned around, leaning casually against the counter as he looked at you with a curious expression.

You softly scoffed, incredulous that he hadn’t even paid attention to you before. “We go to the same school. I’m actually in multiple classes with you,” you replied, your tone tinged with a mix of annoyance and disbelief.

Roman raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise crossing his face. “Oh, really?” he said, his tone shifting slightly. “Guess I didn’t notice.”

You walked up to the kitchen table, setting your backpack on it with a sigh. “I guess not,” you muttered, feeling a bit exasperated. Settling down on one of the chairs, you looked up at him and said, “Let’s get to work.”

Roman took another sip of his coffee, watching you with a bemused expression. “Alright, let’s get to it then,” he said, pushing off the counter and walking over to join you at the table. “What’s first on the agenda?”

[vsvillain]

✩ anything for you — m.sk

pairing. sakura (le sserafim) x fem reader

summary. sakura has always been good at hiding her feelings, meaning you have absolutely no idea that she's been pathetically in love with you since high school, and she intends for it to stay that way. but it's getting harder and harder to hide how she feels, especially since you started living in her house.

info. non idol au, best friends to lovers, businesswoman sakura, down bad pining, like 1 random mention of yunjin at the end 👍 overall disgusting fluff ew

warnings. swearing, reader was stuck in a toxic relationship with a Man (not described in detail), brief mentions of overworking

word count. 2.4k

(a/n) this is the grossest fluffiest thing i have ever written so far . i need to write about car chases next

you wake up alone in a bed that isn't yours, pale morning sunlight shining softly through the curtains in an unfamiliar room, and it takes you a second to figure out where the hell you are before the memories of the previous night come crashing back down.

"ugh," you grumble, rolling around and pressing your face into the pillow. sakura's pillow. her expensive perfume lingers faintly, and you breathe in the familiar scent a few times to ground you before rolling out of bed and dragging yourself up to your feet. the thought of sleeping in longer is tempting, but you refuse to let yourself wallow for too long over your now ex-boyfriend—you're the one who ended it with him last night, after all. you don't want to waste any more time thinking about him.

after getting cleaned up in sakura's bathroom (she left out an extra toothbrush and towel for you, and you have to smile at her thoughtfulness) and putting on one of her sweaters, you pad down the hall and poke your head into her office. "kkura?"

your best friend glances up from her desk, face softening when she sees you. "good morning," she says with an affectionate smile, standing up and letting you wrap her in a hug. "did you sleep well?"

"yep. you?" you notice how she's holding herself more stiffly than usual, and you frown at her when you pull away. "i told you not to sleep on the couch! you should've just shared the bed with me."

sakura laughs self-consciously, blushing and looking away. "you were tired, i didn't want to make you uncomfortable." she takes another look at you, and her eyes light up. "is that my sweater?"

"huh? oh, yeah." you pull the sleeves over your hands and playfully flap them in her face. "why, do you want it back?"

"you look cute in it, so i suppose i can excuse the blatant thievery," sakura responds, the words leaving her mouth before she can even think about it. get a grip, she thinks frantically, hoping that her stupid infatuation with you isn't showing on her face. "anyway. um, do you want breakfast? i left a plate for you downstairs."

"you're so sweet." you lean in and kiss her on the cheek, unaware of the way it makes her heart jump. "did you already eat?"

"i did, i got up a few hours ago." sakura nods back towards her computer. "lots of paperwork to go through, so…"

"hey, what did i tell you about working too hard on weekends?" you try to look stern, poking a finger in her face. "i'm forcing you to take more breaks from now on, you're going to regret letting me stay with you."

sakura just laughs, leaning back. "i could never regret it," she says fondly, and immediately regrets saying that when your face lights up with an insufferably smug smirk. "i mean—"

"awww," you coo, throwing your arms around her and pressing an obnoxiously loud smooch on her cheek. "you are totally obsessed with me."

"i am not—" sakura flushes, trying to hold back an embarrassed smile as she struggles halfheartedly against your grip. "go eat the breakfast i made for you before it gets cold, you idiot."

you laugh and let her go, prancing out of her office and downstairs to the kitchen—all the while blissfully oblivious to how painfully fast sakura's heart is pounding.

she falls back into her office chair, putting her hands on her chest and sighing like a lovesick schoolgirl. i am so pathetic.

later that night, after a takeout dinner, you manage somehow to drag sakura out of her office for a much-needed break. the two of you are wandering around in a quiet park, and the cool autumn night air makes you shiver a little.

sakura glances over at you, noticing you shivering. "are you cold?" her tone turns scolding, and she nudges your arm. "i told you to bring a jacket."

"c-cold? of course not," you chatter unconvincingly. there's no way you're going to admit you're cold and face the full brunt of her "i-told-you-so" look. "i'm n-not cold at all."

sakura sighs. "oh, come here." she takes off her leather jacket and drapes it around you before you can even begin to protest, mumbling to herself in exasperation as she focuses on bundling you up. "hmph, you never listen to me… one of these days you're going to freeze to death, i swear. i don't know why i even try…"

you have to smile at the cute frown on her face as she frets over you. when she steps back, satisfied with her work, you give her a little kiss on the cheek. "thank you, kkura. you know you're really cute when you get all fussy like that?"

her face is extremely red when you pull away. "no i'm not."

"yes you are—" you gasp, delighted. "are you blushing?"

"no!" she squeaks, turning her face in the other direction. "that's just—the cold!"

"oh please, it's not that cold." you press closer to her side with a smirk. "you're blushing because of me."

"clearly it's cold enough to make you shiver like a chihuahua," sakura insists, still blushing. that was a friendly kiss, she convinces herself. she's my friend. we're being… friendly.

right, because wanting to grab you and kiss the stupid smirk off your face is definitely a 100% friendly urge.

"whatever you say." you sigh dramatically, breaking her out of her not-so-friendly thoughts. "hey, let's head back. it's getting late."

"alright," says sakura, relieved. she doesn't know how much more of your teasing she can handle until she melts into a puddle on the ground. "do you still feel cold?"

"no, your jacket is really warm. but…" you take her hand as you start walking home, tucking it into your pocket and interlacing your fingers. "i wouldn't want you to get cold without it~"

sakura's blush returns full-force, but thankfully you spare her from further teasing. a comfortable silence settles over the two of you as you continue walking home, and you realize, not for the first time, how happy you feel with her. you never felt this way with your ex-boyfriend, not even once… in fact, just thinking about the way he treated you makes you frown.

"you're quiet." sakura gently squeezes your hand. "what are you thinking about?"

you shrug. "i don't know, just… happy that i'm not with him anymore, i guess."

"he never deserved you," says sakura, squeezing your hand again and smiling softly when you look at her. it's a far cry from her usual expressionless businesswoman face, and you take satisfaction in knowing you're one of the few people with the privilege of seeing her smile like this.

"you deserve nice things, you know?" she continues as you walk along the sidewalk. "things that make you happy."

it just slips out. "you make me happy."

sakura blushes, caught off-guard. "w-well, you have me," she says, a little awkwardly as she tries to sound lighthearted. "you've always had me…"

you beam at her, unaware of the longing undertones in her voice. "i know."

"you're so pretty when you smile," sakura mumbles, almost to herself—but you hear it.

"what was that?" your smile turns into a smirk, seizing the opportunity to tease her a little more. "you think i'm pretty?"

sakura just looks at you, which wasn't the reaction you were expecting, and says without any hesitation, "yes."

"oh." suddenly it feels like you're dying. all the heat in your body rushes directly to your face so quickly that you feel lightheaded. you clear your throat, floundering for words. oh my god, am i dying? "hm. that's—mm."

sakura glances at you curiously, but thankfully doesn't say anything. the rest of the walk home—you've already started thinking of sakura's place as home—is spent more or less in silence, and you're left feeling like something has shifted in your relationship without you knowing exactly what it is.

the days pass, and you manage to get rid of any lingering feelings you still have for your ex. work starts back up, and your life almost completely returns to normal.

except you're still living with sakura. she never says anything about it, and neither do you. clearly she doesn't mind having you here. you think she's secretly grateful for the company, since she's so used to being alone in her big empty house all the time.

every time you sit down to start looking up places to move, sakura calls for you to come taste-test something she made, or to get your opinion on a new suit she got, and you tell yourself you'll just keep looking later. then you proceed to forget all about it until the cycle starts again.

one morning, you wake up in sakura's guest room—your room, now—and squint against the bright morning sunshine coming in through the windows. you and sakura had stayed up late watching movies and playing video games the previous night, and you vaguely recall her having to half-drag, half-carry your sleepy self upstairs and tuck you in.

you start to sit up, but you're immediately pulled back onto the bed with a surprised "oof". you look down to see an arm wrapped securely around your waist, and you glance behind you in confusion to find sakura sound asleep while snuggled against your back.

you cover your face in embarrassment as the rest of the memory returns to you. stay with me, you had implored her while latched onto her side like a koala. somehow your positions had reversed while you slept, and now she shows no signs of letting go.

"kkura?" you whisper, taking her hand and giving it a soft squeeze.

"mm," sakura mumbles, eyes still shut. and suddenly you're extremely glad that you're turned away from her, because the realization must be showing all over your face.

you… are in love with her.

it's such a sudden thought that it actually makes you say "what the fuck" out loud, and she stirs from behind you. "hm…?"

"n-nothing!" you yelp in a strained voice, heart pounding. "go back to sleep."

sakura shifts closer and lets out a cute little yawn, which does not at all help your current flustered state. "good morning… everything alright?"

"yeah, i'm fine," you say quickly, trying to think of how you can change the subject. "um, thanks for carrying me up here last night… and staying with me…"

"of course." sakura seems to notice how tense you've gotten and pulls away to sit up, much to your dismay. "no need to thank me, you know i'd do anything for you."

"oh, anything?" you roll over to face her and immediately regret it. she's smiling back at you, and something about the look on her face makes you wonder if it might be possible that… whatever you're feeling, she's feeling it too.

"yes, anything." sakura's smile is soft and unguarded, and it makes you want to do something stupid.

driven by instinct, you take her hand and pull her down to lie next to you so the two of you are face-to-face. "sakura… anything, really?" were her lips always this pretty?

sakura meets your eyes, lips parting slightly as she catches on to the implications of your question. "anything."

you're not sure who made the first move, but the next thing you know, her hands are cradling your face and you're kissing. and it's not some big explosion of feelings, like you thought it would be. if anything it feels warm and natural, like coming home after a long day.

sakura's eyes flutter open when you have to break the kiss for air. "am i still dreaming?" she mumbles, blinking at you and gently touching your cheek like she's making sure you're real.

"i love you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think, and you cover your face. "i mean—um, i like—no, wait, i—uh—i just—"

"i love you too." sakura cuts off your nervous rambling with another one of those smiles that could bring world peace, looking down shyly at your intertwined hands. "i've wanted to do that for a long time."

"we should get married," you say, because apparently you just have no filter at all this morning. "or, um. maybe we should date first."

sakura laughs, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "that sounds like a good plan to me."

"i mean, we're practically dating already." you feel like your soul is happily floating in the clouds right now, but then you sit up in alarm. "wait, don't you have to go to work now? it's already 9."

sakura shrugs, running a hand through her hair. "i called last night to tell them i'm using one of my vacation days today. i, uh…" she looks away, blushing. "i wanted to stay in with you…"

"awww, you're taking the day off for me?" you gasp dramatically, tackling her in a hug. "the most serious workaholic in the city is skipping work for me?"

sakura yelps in surprise when you knock her back into the mattress, and she sighs in exasperation as she halfheartedly struggles against your grip. "so what if i want to spend time with you," she complains, still blushing. "you know i—i love you."

you giggle and press your lips to hers in another kiss, but then something else occurs to you. "wait a second." you pull back and give her a bombastic side eye. "how long?"

sakura smiles sheepishly, knowing what you mean without you having to say it. "a long time."

"since college?"

"since high school."

you hit her in the shoulder. "sakura!"

"what?" she protests, ducking away with a laugh. "what about it?"

"you've been in love with me this whole time and you never said anything?" you scold lightly, propping yourself up on the bed and crossing your arms. "i can't believe you."

the way she's looking at you right now, her whole face practically glowing with love, makes you feel like your heart might just explode in your chest. "i'm saying it now," says sakura, sitting up as well and giving you a cheeky grin that doesn't match the fondness in her voice. "i love you."

"i love you too," you mumble, heat rushing to your cheeks. then something else occurs to you, and you grin. "hey, you haven't even taken me out on a date yet and you've already got me in your bed. who knew you had so much rizz~?"

"you need to stop hanging out with yunjin," she says, an unimpressed look on her face. "come over here and kiss me again."

"wow, so bossy…" you pretend to swoon, and then you let her pull you onto her lap so she can shut you up with a kiss.

[pinknipszz]

rainbow fish | (previous)

“there comes a day when you’re gonna look around and realize happiness is where you are.”

there are many things ao’nung takes for granted, but you certainly aren’t one of them. the hunter is absolutely smitten– praising and cherishing you everyday, thanking ewya for the woman he mated with.

he also spoils you rotten. if you ask him to run a simple errand, he’ll do it in a heartbeat. if you’re a little hungrier than usual, he’ll catch the biggest fish with his bare hands. if something, or ewya forbid someone, is bothering you, he’ll take care of it before you know it.

you’re his light and day, his happiness embodied, and he would choose you over anything else in the world. that’s why, for your sake, ao’nung decided to take a day off to play the “good guy” around the village. to his surprise, his father didn’t need much convincing. when he asked, the olo’eyktan agreed without giving so much as a second thought. it was odd, but his approval was all that mattered.

to start, ao’nung woke up bright and early to prepare a small meal for you before heading out. it was a simple bowl of chopped fruits you liked, but he wanted to go the extra mile and make it look appealing. he rearranged the fruits this way and that, pushing some to the side to let others shine, before starting all over again. he grew frustrated. 

ao’nung didn’t have the most delicate fingers either. by the time he settled on an arrangement, a few pieces were ugly and deformed. it was too late to fix it though. “what's that?” you laughed, pointing at the mound of fruit in one of your carefully-crafted bowls. it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting when ao’nung told you to wait before attending to your tsakarem duties. “is that fruit?”

“what do you think it is?” he deadpanned.

you grabbed the bowl from his hands and inspected it closely, struggling to find the right words. “they look so… worn out.” nonetheless, you popped one in your mouth. there wasn’t much to say about the taste since it was chopped fruit, but you wanted to humor him. you chewed as slowly as possible as he watched in anticipation, awaiting your verdict. “it tastes…”

“delicious!” you finished, smiling sweetly at how the tension dissipated from his shoulders. 

ao’nung cleaned up the mess before giving you a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye. he proudly walked down the webbed path, knowing your reaction was first of many victories today. it was time for the next item on his to-do list: apologize to the members of his hunting party.

much of his party consisted of young hunters who recently finished their iknimaya. they were arrogant in everything they did, even out hunting in the treacherous waters. it may not have been his place to berate them in front of a crowd, but if you ask him, it was a long overdue and well-deserved punishment.

na’pey was the unfortunate na’vi who bore the weight of his scolding. since he sported a hideous hairstyle and often chortled like a baby ilu, he wasn’t very difficult to find, but he set those judgments aside for the sake of keeping face. once ao’nung reached the edge of the shore, he found him sitting on some nearby rocks, sharpening his spear. 

“na’pey!” he called out as he approached. na’pey jumped up and whipped his head around at the sharp sound of his name being called. when his eyes landed on ao’nung’s approaching figure, the color slowly drained from his face. na’pey moved his fingers in greeting. “ao’nung.” he acknowledged with his head bowed slightly.

ao’nung nodded. “did i catch you at a bad time?”

“not at all. i’m just sharpening my spear.” the spear in question laid pathetically on the ground, discarded by its owner. at the screwed up expression on ao’nung’s face, most likely judging how the quality weapon was treated, na’pey did some damage control. “w-well, i was.”

“right.” ao’nung said pointedly, turning away to look out at the gentle waves. na’pey looked at the ocean and back at his mentor, confused. “um, is something wrong?” he questioned. when ao’nung didn’t respond, an awkward silence washed over them. na’pey constantly shifted his weight between his feet, whistling a random tune and fiddling with the ornaments on his belt to distract himself.

“are you always this noisy?” he snapped. na’pey froze.

for a moment, ao’nung’s glare relented. “look.” he sighed. “i came to apologize.”

“w-what?” he gaped, perplexed.

“i shouldn’t have been so harsh the other day. i was letting my anger get the best of me, and instead of handling it maturely,” ao’nung eyed him knowingly, “i lashed out like a child. it wasn’t my place to embarrass you in front of your family and friends, and i’m sorry for the trouble i caused you.”

“n-no way!” na’pey stammered quickly. “you don’t have to apologize. i mean, you were just doing your job, and my friends and i were acting out of line. you were just worried about our safety. i really appreciate it.” he flashed a genuine smile, to which ao’nung gladly returned.

it went on like this with the other hunters, apologizing and making amends. many were speechless at how the future olo’eyktan set aside his pride to admit fault, while others rejoiced at his change in attitude. ao’nung didn’t know whether to feel insulted or not, but he simply huffed and moved on. the last item on his agenda was spending quality time with his people.

admittedly, it’s been a while since he’s done so. a normal day for ao’nung consisted of endless training with his father, and he’d spend most, if not all, of his leisure time with you. until today, it never really occurred to him how much the village changed over the years. in a blink of an eye, he could hardly recognize the na’vi from his youth, who now had children he didn’t know the names of.

ao’nung shook off the guilt creeping in his chest.

he started with the elders. to make up for lost time, he rebraided their jewelry while sharing stories of his life, whether it be about the clan, his parents, or you. surprisingly, you were a popular topic among them. everytime he spoke of you, they leaned in eagerly with a mischievous glint in their eyes. really, he’ll never know what goes on in their old minds.

after that, he decided to play a game with the children, namely his little brother’s friends. kalun strongly opposed to the idea until one of his friends convinced him otherwise.

“what do you mean you don’t know how this game works?” ao’nung scoffed and crossed his arms. a few children giggled and followed suit, imitating his “silly” posture. “what are your parents even teaching you guys?” he spent the rest of his afternoon like this, teaching his favorite childhood games. it was a little irritating at first, but eventually, ao’nung found himself having more fun than he ever expected.

once the sun began to dip into the horizon, splashing hues of gold across the expanse of the sky, ao’nung bid each one farewell and moved on to the final destination: his family’s marui. he doubted his parents would be home since they usually handled a plethora of nightly duties, but he knew at least one person would there.

“alright, what are you up to?” tsireya finally broke the silence, scrutinizing her brother. prior to his arrival, she was peacefully weaving a new bassinet for an expecting mother who lived across the village. she was perfectly capable of finishing it on her own until ao’nung abruptly stormed into the marui, stealing her work to finish himself. “lo’ak told me you spoke with na’pey earlier. what’s gotten into you?”

“can’t i do something nice once in a while?” he groaned exasperatedly, struggling to tie two ends together. “why does everyone have to make a big deal out of it?”

tsireya shook her head and playfully rolled her eyes. “because it’s unnatural.”

the two siblings continued like this as time went on. in between their bickering, ao’nung would ask about her well-being, her relationship with lo’ak, and her plans to move out soon. in turn, tsireya would ask about his training, his recent hunt, and you. ao’nung was startled at how nostalgic it felt. as he replayed the day’s events in his head, his mind slowly drifted away from the conversation.

tsireya quickly caught on. “it’s getting late, ao’nung. you should go before our parents return home. if they catch you here, they’ll force you to eat dinner with us.” she laughed, giving him a dismissive wave. ao’nung gave her one last hug before starting the long walk back to his marui. 

along the way, he bumped into the children from earlier and noticed his brother wasn’t with them, most likely running off on his own. he knelt down to greet them kindly. to show their gratitude for the time he spent, each of them gave a shell they had picked from the sand. ao’nung gladly took the shells and promised to play again soon. 

something similar occurred when he walked by the elders, who pulled him away from the path. again, he exchanged pleasantries, gratefully accepted their gift, which was a thin armband made out of dried seaweed, and continued on his way. then, he passed by his hunting party. they smiled and waved widely at him, to which ao’nung smiled back in acknowledgement.

finally, after countless minutes, he saw his home in the distance.

upon reaching the entrance, he found you prepping dinner. ao’nung walked over to sit with you and press a kiss to your temple. “where’d you get the fish?” he noticed, basking in the sense of familiarity of the situation. you smiled knowingly. “it was a gift from your friends.”

(masterlist)

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Illumi x Reader x ??????

Part 13

part 12

part 14

warning: violence, some inflicted against the reader

“The Fourth Phase of the exam has just ended. Will the applicants please return to the starting point at once? You will be given one hour of extra time. If you do not return during this time, you will fail the exam. Furthermore, you are not allowed to exchange tags after reaching the starting point. Anyone caught swapping tags will be disqualified.”

After an hour had passed the woman from before left the boat.

“Now we will check the tags of everyone here!”

The names of the unfamiliar faces are revealed.

Pokkle was the boy with brown hair, and Bodoro was the name of the old man.

“Ah, only six applicants have passed? Hmm…”

The group of four, including (Name), Leorio, Kurapika, and Gon appeared just in time.

“Gon, (Name)!” Killua yelled out, his face lighting up.

“Ah, four more arrive at the last second! And now for the last few members…”

She introduced them and announced what tags they had acquired, some of the applicants raising an eyebrow at (Name)’s blank card.

“These 10 applicants have passed the fourth Phase of the exam!”

—————

They board the airship again, (Name) staying with the three boys, exhaustion starting to kick in.

“Pathetic. I needed the three of you to do everything for me during the Fourth Phase. I promise I’ll return the favor. So... thanks.” Leorio sighed, not meeting any of the other three’s eyes.

The speaks roar to life, and the sound of Beans voice fills the air. “I have an announcement for all applicants. The chairman wishes to interview the remaining candidates.”

“Interview?”

“When your number is called, please come to the first reception room, on the second floor. Then, we will start with #44, Hisoka.”

Gon grimaced at the mention of Hisoka’s name.

———-

“Well, have a seat.”

Hisoka stared at the chairman, unmoving. “Don’t tell me this is the exam’s final phase.”

“It may be related. I’ll just ask a few questions to satisfy my curiosity.”

Hisoka’s grinned widened and he sat down.

“First, why do you want to become a Hunter?”

“I’m not particularly interested in becoming a Hunter but…”

“But?”

“A Hunter license can be very useful.”

“Oh, any examples?”

“For example, Hunters usually can’t be punished when they kill someone.”

“I see. Then we’ll move on to the next question. Which of the other nine applicants are you keeping an eye on?”

“#99 and #406.”

“Oh.”

“#405 is also on my radar, but it’s those two I’m keeping an eye on. I would love to take them on one day, although he might not like that…” Hisoka chuckles, imagining the look on Illumi’s face if he found out he was the reason for (Name)’s death.

“One last question. Which of the other 9 applicants would you least want to fight?”

“That would be #405. Though #99 and #406 is up there. If you’re asking whom I least want to fight at this moment, my answer would be #405.”

“Ah, I understand.”

“I should mention that the one I most want to fight at this moment… is you.”

His bloodlust was potent, but not enough to faze Netero.

“Yep, nice job. You’re excused.”

Next was Pokkle.

“I’m watching out for #404. He looks like the most balanced applicant. I definitely don’t want to fight #44. To be honest, I doubt I can beat him.”

Killua was called in after. “Has to be Gon and (Name). He’s the same age as me, and her…” he shakes his head. “She’s someone special. I don’t want to fight #53. I don’t think it’d be a very interesting fight.”

“I’ve got my eye on #44. He has a real presence. #405 and #99 are still children. I couldn’t bring myself to fight them.” Bodoro answered.

“#99 and #406. #44 and #406.” Illumi’s answer was short and sweet.

“Who am I watching out for? #44, Hisoka. A lord happens, so I’ve been watching him. I can’t choose one out of #99, #403, #404, and #406.” Gon said, smiling.

Hanzo was next. “It has to be #44. He’s the most dangerous one here. And #44 is the one I want to fight least, along with #406. I just don’t think she would be much of a fight.”

“I’m watching #405 and #406 for positive reasons, and #44 for negative reasons. If I’m given ample reason, I’ll fight anyone. If not I’d prefer not to fight anyone… however I’d be most affected if I had to fight #406. She’s kind.” Kurapika pushed a strand of hair behind his ear, a smile on his lips.

“#405 and #406. I owe them both, and I hope that they pass the exam. So I’m hoping I don’t have to fight either of them.”

The last applicant to join Netero for an interview was (Name), who looked rather nervous.

“Please sit, Miss (Name).”

She did as told, playing with the fabric of her skirt as she did. “Mr. Netero, I’m glad I get to see you again. Have you been well?”

His eyes widened slightly. Not a single one of the applicants had asked him a question like that in his many years of being an examiner.

“I’m doing fine, you’re kind to ask me. Are you doing okay, Miss (Name)?”

She looked up from her skirt, and nodded. “Yes, I’m doing great! I’m just surprised I’ve made it this far. They say most rookies fail the exam in the first stage.”

He nods, picking up his pen. “I have a few questions for you. First, why do you want to become a hunter?”

“I want to support my family and find a missing person. Though I guess missing isn’t the right word, I just can’t find him”

“Okay, who would are you watching out of the other 9 applicants?”

“Hmm, I would say I’m watching #44 and #301, for very different reasons.”

“Okay, and which of the 9 would you least like to fight?”

“Oh, that’s easy. #301 along with #405, #403, #404, and #99 respectively. Oh, I guess #44 too, but I would be okay fighting him if it meant Gon and Killua didn’t have to. He creeps me out!”

Netero wrote down her answer, a smile threatening to pull at his lips. She was kind, just as Kurapika had said. “That’s all. You can leave now.”

(Name) stood, brushing off her skirt. Before she left, she gave Netero a big smile. “Thank you for this opportunity, I’ll make sure to pass!”

He couldn’t help but grin back.

——————

(Name) left the room and ran the the bathroom to shower. She beamed under the warm water, sighing contentedly as it washed away the dirt and grime from her past week of being outdoors. She made sure to wash out her clothes as well. Thankfully the airship had a washer and dryer.

After her shower, (Name) joined Kurapika and Gon in the hallway, a towel holding back her damp hair.

(Name) sat on the window ledge, kicking her feet. Kurapika and Gon began speaking.

“Gon.”

“Hmm?”

“Did something happen during the Fourth Phase? When we met up, you were acting a bit strange. And you’ve been somewhat subdued since we left Zevil Island.”

“My target was Hisoka.”

Kurapika and (Name) both turned to look at him, (Name) clutching her wrist at the mention of his name. “I waited for the perfect chance and stole his tag, but someone else was tailing me, and he got me with a poison dart. Soon after, Hisoka took back his tag from the person who got me, and he left it with me. He said that I owed him now.”

“Hisoka said that?”

“I told him I didn’t need his help and he sent me flying. I was so mad that I couldn’t do anything against him…”

Tears formed in his eyes and fell from his cheeks, dropping onto the window ledge. (Name) held herself back from hugging him, knowing that if she did it would only make him feel worse. He didn’t need her pity, he just needed her to be there. He quickly dried his tears, smiling again.

“After that, I was pretty miserable and lonely. I felt so helpless. I wanted company… I wanted to help someone. I guess. That’s why I was looking for you three.”

“Gon.”

“Hm?”

“Leorio and I have only been able to make it this far because of you. We’re truly grateful.”

(Name) agrees, ruffling Gon’s hair.

“I’d also like to thank you two.”

(Name) has deepened her bond with her friends, and the 10 remaining applicant are about to begin the exam’s Final Phase.

—————

10 applicants: (Name), Gon, Killua, Kurapika, Leorio, Pokkle, Bodoro, Gittarackur, Hanzo, and Hisoka, head to the Final Phase, having passed the exam’s Fourth Phase.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, get plenty of rest? This hotel is owned by the Hunter Exam Selection Committee. The place is all yours until the battles have concluded.”

A man in a suit rolls a board covered in cloth in as Netero continues. “For the Final Phase, we will be holding a one-on-one tournament.”

He pulls off the fabric to reveal the lineup.

“So only the last person standing passes?”

“No. One win is all you need to pass.”

Gon gasps. “Just one win?”

Leorio sighs, “then in this tournament…”

“The winners are removed from the competition, while the losers continue up the bracket. In other words, the person who finishes at the top will not pass. Does everyone understand now?”

Hanzo nods. “So you’re saying that only one person will fail.”

“Exactly. Now here is the bracket.”

The applicants look over the bracket, (Name) wincing at who she would have to fight.

“Impressive right? After all, everyone has at least two chances to win.”

Pokkle tilted his head at the pairings. “But some people, like #294 and #405 get five chances.”

“Why didn’t you use a balanced bracket?” Asked Bodoro.

“A question that must be on everyone’s mind. The bracket was assembled based on your performances throughout the entire exam. Those who performed better received more chances.”

Killua raised an eyebrow. “That doesn’t sound right. Can you explain how you scored our performances?”

“Hm. No!”

“Why not!!”

“Haha, your scores are classified information, so I can’t tell you everything. But I can explain our methods.”

The applicants held their breath, nervous about the explanation.

“First, we consider three major criteria. Physical strength, mental strength, and overall impression. For physical strength, we use an aggregate of agility, flexibility, endurance, and perception. For mental strength, we use an aggregate of resilience, adaptability, judgement, and creativity. However, this information is only used as a reference point. After all, you were strong enough to advance to the Final Phase. However, we are most concerned with your overall impression. This refers to any intangible factors not previously mentioned.”

He chucked. “You could consider this an evaluation of your potential as a Hunter. And we also incorporate the opinions of your peers. That was our process.”

Netero continued, glancing between each applicant. “The battle rules are quite simple. Weapons are allowed. No cheating. If your opponent admits defeat, you win. However! If you kill your opponent you will be immediately disqualified. All remaining applicants will pass, and the exam will end. Are we clear?”

The chairman was met with silence.

“Then we shall begin the exam’s Final Phase.”

——————

Gon and Hanzo were up first. The boy leaned down to tie his shoes and Hanzo cracked his knuckles. (Name) watched on nervously. Illumi noted that she seemed worried for the boy and stowed that information away for later.

“The first match is Hanzo versus Gon. Please step forward!”

The referee stands in the distance, allowing the two to enter the ring. Gon watches Hanzo with his brown eyes, only looking away to glance at his friends and give them a reassuring smile.

“I will serve as the referee. My name is Masta. Best of luck.”

“Hey, good to see you again.” Hanzo greets Masta. warmly. “You we’re trailing me during the Fourth Phase.”

“You noticed?”

“Naturally… I’m assuming each applicant was assigned an examiner for the Fourth Phase. Well, I’m sure everyone noticed.”

(Name) gasped, wrapping her arms around herself. She’d bathed several times during the Fourth Phase, feeling safe enough having Leorio and Kurapika make sure no one came to peek, but now she wondered if she’d been giving a free show to an examiner the entire time.

“You have my thanks. My rank was higher because your reports on me were accurate. Though the outcome was never in question!” Hanzo continued.

“Y-yes…”

“Moving on… I have a question for you.”

“What is that?” The referee asked.

“We only win if our opponent surrenders, correct? It doesn’t count if we knock them unconscious, no TKOs allowed either.”

“Yes, that is correct.”

(Name) was becoming uneasy. Hanzo sighed, glancing at Gon.

‘I see. This one could be difficult.’

Gon glared back, his gaze unwavering. ‘He looks tough, but we should be even in terms of speed and strength. I can use my speed to keep on the move until I get an opening.’

“Now then, it’s time to begin.”

(Name) teetered on her tippy toes, her anxiety building. “Beat his ass Gon!”

“Begin!”

Gon ran forward, past Hanzo. ‘Put some distance between us…’

Before he could think of his next step, Hanzo was next to him. “You must be confident in your legs. You have my respect.”

Hanzo landed a hit on the base of his neck, causing Gon to gasp out. His vision was blurry and we was on the floor instantly.

“You did well for a kid.”

Hanzo stood over him. “Well, this would already be over if it were a normal fight… Here, wake up.”

He picked the boy and pressed his back against his knees cracking it. “You must feel terrible. I hit you hard enough to make your brain bounce around. Do you understand? You have no chance against me. Might as well give up now.”

Gon groaned. “N-no way!”

Hanzo delivered another hit causing Gon’s head to spin. “Think carefully. If you surrender now, you’ll still be in decent shape for your next fight. There’s no reason to be stubborn. Just surrender.”

“Never gonna happen!”

Another hit, this time to his stomach. Gon doubled over, and (Name) gripped Kurapika’s sleeve so tight she thought it might tear.

“Surrender.”

Hanzo had no mercy on the child, glaring down at him. Gon slowly rose, on his hands and knees, then stood. Hanzo delivered another hit, causing his knees to buckle.

“Gon, don’t be stupid! You’ll still have another chance! You should-“

“Leorio!”

Kurapika held onto (Name)’s hand, visibly shaking. “If you were in Gon’s position, would you surrender?”

“Hell no! That guy thinks he’s hot stuff…”

“Gon feels the same way!”

“I know! I know that… but there isn’t any other choice.”

“You’re contradicting yourself but I understand how you feel.”

The three winced when he was struck again, flying across the floor.

————

“It’s been three hours.” Pokkle said, glancing over at (Name). Tears flowed freely from her eyes, her nails dug so deep into her palm that blood dropped onto the floor. Gon was in a heap, blood streaking across the marble.

“There’s nothing left for him to vomit.”

Illumi noticed Pokkle looking at (Name) and sent him a glare. Kurapika tried to console her by pulling her close, but it only made her sob. “Gon, please…”

“Get up.” Hanzo looked down at the broken child, his patience fading. Leorio looked close to exploding.

“Enough already, I’m gonna kill you! I’ll fight you in his place!”

Hanzo glanced between Leorio and (Name) his gaze softening ever so slightly at the woman’s tears. “If you can’t take it, leave. It’s only going to get worse.”

“What was that?!”

Several referees ran in front of Leorio, blocking his path. “No one may interfere in a one-on-one match. If you step in, Gon will be the one disqualified.”

Leorio growled, biting his lip so hard it bled.

“It’s okay, Leorio, (Name). This is… nothing…”

He slowly lifted his head to meet their eyes. “I… I can still fight.”

Hanzo kicked Gon’s legs out from under his feet and pulled his arm behind his back. “I’m going to break your arm.”

The four and Hisoka startle at this revelation. (Name) starts to mindlessly walk forward, but is pulled back by Kurapika.

“I’m not joking around, so give up. Surrender.”

Gon took a moment to breathe.

“NEVER!”

CRACK

“He really broke his arm.” Pokkle remarked, a bit surprised.

“There you go. You can’t use your left arm anymore.”

Leorio’s teeth grated together so tightly that you could almost hear them breaking.

“Kurapika, don’t try to stop me. If that bastard does anything else to Gon… sorry Gon, but I can’t stop myself.”

“Me? Stop you? Don’t worry, there’s no chance of that happening.” Kurapika’s eyes burned a bright red behind his contact lenses.

While the two talk, something starts to change within (Name). Illumi and Hisoka are the first to notice, then the examiners.

‘Oh? How interesting!’ Netero thinks, his eyes now locked on (Name)’s form. Her eyes are wide and wild, her breathing shallow.

‘Is she…’

Illumi approaches her, shock apparent on his face. Her aura was no longer slowly leaking away like it did with most non-nen users, it was beginning to be controlled.

‘She’s awakened her nen!’

(Name) stepped forward, her legs shaky. “I don’t think I can wait. He’s… he’s hurt. Gotta…”

Her aura flickers, starting to leak out rapidly as she loses control. Illumi barely manages to catch her when she falls. Menchi runs over, an excited look on her face.

“This girl… she has potential.”

—————

(Name) awakes just in time for her match. She had been sleeping with head head resting on Menchi’s lap. She startled, immediately standing and looking around. Her suddenly standing caused her to double over and cough up blood.

“Easy does it, #406. You passed out. Your friend won his round and is currently in the infirmary healing.”

Kurapika and Leorio were immediately at her side, Kurapika pushing back her hair as she coughed up more blood.

“(Name) what happened? You just fell over all of a sudden.”

She shook her head, holding a hand to her temple. “Don’t know, I had the urge to help Gon and felt like my skin was being pricked by needles, and then I felt like something left my body, all at once. As if I was drained of all my energy…”

She leaned against Leorio, huffing. “Can you help me into the ring?”

He gripped her arm, his face pale. “(Name), I don’t think you’re in the right state to-“

“I’ll do it myself then.”

She pulled away and stumbled into the ring, holding herself up as much as possible.

“The next match is (Name) versus Gittarackur! Please step forward.”

The two entered the ring, (Name) giving Gittarackur a weak smile. “Hoped it didn’t have to come to this. I won’t be-“

She bent over to cough more blood onto the ground, holding her stomach. “Holding back.”

“Is anyone going to stop her? She shouldn’t be fighting.” Pokkle exclaimed, watching the girl stumble.

“She can handle herself, probably better than you.” Hisoka claimed, grinning down at the shorter man.

“Ready, begin!”

(Name) readied herself, holding up her dagger. Illumi’s heart rate skyrocketed at the sight of it. He’d given her that as a gift years ago, and now she was using it. He was flattered.

“Are you even fit to fight, girl? Why don’t you just give up and try again next round? Or do you want a repeat at what happened to your little friend?”

He appeared right next to her, effortlessly disarming her. She gasped, and he pinned her to the ground, a leg between hers.

“Don’t you dare hurt her!” Leorio yelled, having to be restrained by three referees. Kurapika was barely holding himself back. He knew that she wasn’t stupid enough to continue fighting, he knew but…

“I’m not giving up that easy.”

At this Gittarackur’s hands drifted from her wrists to her shirt, pulling her up by her collar until he was standing and she was at eye level.

“I’ve killed stronger men and women than you, (Name). Don’t push your luck.”

He slammed her into the floor, causing the breath to leave her lungs. She cried out in agony when his foot rested on her chest, pressing down just hard enough to hurt, but not enough to break her ribs. Yet.

“If you pass this exam, you might be called in to do very dangerous jobs. You could lose be seriously injured, even lose your life.”

He hated seeing her in so much pain, her hands gripping at his boot to try and push him off.

“I don’t care. If I can keep my family afloat and find my friend, I don’t care!”

She finally found the strength to push him off, crawling forward to reach her dagger.

“Stubborn girl.”

Before she could reach it, he kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying into the wall.

For 5 minutes, (Name) remained unconscious. Killua was beginning to lose his cool, his nails sharpening to points.

“Just give up, (Name). You aren’t built like Gon, one more hit could kill you!”

‘Listen to him (Name).’ Illumi thought, biting his cheek. ‘I can’t stand to see you like this.’

She pushed herself up, her legs barely able to handle her weight. “If I can’t handle this, then I don’t deserve to pass.”

She raises her fists, her nose bleeding.

“Come and fight me, like a man.”

Illumi stops, staring down at that mouse of a girl. She didn’t flinch under his gaze, instead squaring up to bestie her ability.

She was weak physically, but her will was strong. Hisoka watches on, his interest absolutely peaked.

Illumi rolls his eyes, and stepped forward. (Name braced herself for an attack, but he only flicked her forehead. “Fine. You win.”

(Name) blinks, looking up at the man in confusion. “I win?”

“Yes. You’ve bored me, now run along. The next match will be starting soon.”

The referee called the match, and (Name) limped away. She was scolded harshly by her companions, Killua having to turn away to hide his tears.

“Stupid, you could have died. You probably have broken ribs.”

She smiled, ruffling his hair. “Sorry for worrying you.”

The next fight was Killua and Pokkle, but as soon as the fight began, Killua walked away. Confidently, he declared…

“Sorry, but I’m not interested in fighting you.”

He must of felt that he could win his next match. However, Leorio requested that the sixth match be postponed while Bodoro recovered from his injuries. So Killua and Gittarackur fought first.

“Kick his ass for (Name)’s sake!” Leorio yelled out, tending to (Name) as he did. He’d assessed that she needed professional medical attention, but the stubborn girl refused to leave. She wished to finish watching the matches, so Leorio helped her the best he could with his medical knowledge.

“Begin!”

That was when Killua made a fatal mistake. He walked forward, his mind halfway clouded by anger for the injuries Gittarackur had dealt (Name), and halfway ready to get it over with.

“It’s been a long time, Kil.”

Gittarackur starts to pull out the golden/yellow needles that stuck out of his head and shoulders. Killua watched on in confusion as the man’s face started to shift, slowly revealing that the man before him was not who he seemed.

Killua’s face paled when the man’s long black hair fell gently to his waist. He looked down at him with black eyes.

“B-brother…”

—————

(Name) felt an intense ache in her chest, and she couldn’t tell if it was the broken ribs or her strange attraction to the man in the ring. She couldn’t quite place how she felt, but something inside her stirred.

“Hey.”

Illumi’s gaze drifts to (Name) for just a moment, a bit proud to see her cheeks flushed at his appearance.

“Killua’s brother?”

“He used those needles to change the shape of his face?”

(Name) whimpered, holding her head in her hands. “Hurts.”

There was an intense throbbing when she tried to delve into her mind to figure out why she was reacting this way to the man who had just brutally attacked her. Why did she want to reach out to him? Hold him?

“I heard that you cut up mom and Milluki.”

“I guess…”

Illumi tilted his head. “Mom was crying.”

Leorio scoffed. “Anyone would cry if their son did that to them.”

“Tears of joy.”

Leorio fell over, barely missing (Name) she cried out, rolling away. “Hey, watch where your going!”

“She was so happy to see that you’d grown up. But she was worried about you leaving home, so she asked me to check yo on you. What a coincidence. I didn’t know you wanted to be a Hunter. I’m trying to get a license for my next job.”

Killua looked down, refusing to make eye contact with his older brother. “I don’t really want to be a hunter. I just felt like taking the exam.”

“I see. That’s a relief. Then I have some advice for you.”

The room grew tense, (Name) gripping onto Kurapika’s sleeve as her nose began to bleed.

“You’re not cut out to be a Hunter. You were born to be… a killer.”

Killua trembled.

“You’re a puppet of darkness, without passion. You don’t want anything or wish for anything. As one who lives in the shadows, you can only feel pleasure when people die. That’s how dad and I raised you. What would you accomplish by becoming a hunter?”

“True. I don’t desire to become a Hunter. But… I do have something I want….”

“You don’t.”

“I DO!”

Illumi was slightly taken aback by his brothers words, but stayed stone faced.

“There are some things I really want.”

Illumi hummed. “Tell me what it is you want.”

Killua blinked, meeting his brothers gaze for just a moment. He stayed silent, looking at the ground.

“What’s wrong? There’s nothing you really want, is there?”

Killua bit his lip. “That’s not it! You have something you want too!”

This caused Illumi to pause, his eyes automatically drifting to (Name) again. Killua caught this, whispering. “You still love her.”

Illumi’s eyes widen ever so slightly, but he ignores his brother. “We’re talking about you, not me.”

“I want to become friends with Gon… I’m sick of killing people. I want to become friends with Gon and live a normal life…”

“That’s impossible.”

(Name) stands with the help of Kurapika.

“You’ll never be able to make friends. Your only concern when you meet someone is whether you should kill them. That’s how you were trained.”

“That’s not how you raise a child!” (Name) shouts, the effort causing her to fall into a coughing fit.

“You just don’t know how to classify Gon because he’s too dazzling for your eyes. You don’t actually want to become friends with him.” Illumi tried to ignore her, stealing another glance and barely containing himself when he sees Kurapika holding her up.

“You’re wrong…”

“If you stay with him, you’ll end up wanting to kill him one day. You’ll get the urge to see if you can kill him or not. Because you have the soul of a killer.”

Leorio charges forward. “Killua! I don’t give a damn if he’s your brother. He’s a worthless piece of crap! Don’t listen to him! Just beat the crap out him like usual and win! You want to become friends with Gon? Are you dumb? You are already friends!”

Killua startles. “I’m sure that’s how Gon feels!”

Illumi glances at Leorio, relaxing a bit when he sees that (Name) was leaning against the wall. “Is that so?”

“Hell yeah, idiot!”

“Really… that’s no good. He considers Kil a friend.”

Illumi holds up a finger. “Okay. I’ll kill Gon.”

(Name) straightens, her strength suddenly returning. The other three in her group react with anger, Hisoka and Netero looking on with interest.

“A killer doesn’t need any friends. They’ll only slow you down. Where is he?”

Killua watches his brother walk towards the four at the end of the room. “P-please wait! The match is still-“

Illumi throws a needle at the referee, who begins to shrivel.

“Where is he?” Illumi asks without looking.

“The waiting room over there…”

“Thank you.”

(Name), Kurapika, Leorio, and Hanzo step in front of the door to guard it.

“This won’t do… I need a hunters license to do my job… but if I kill them, I’ll fail and Kil will pass automatically. Oh darn, the same thing will happen if I kill Gon.”

He pouts. “Oh, I know!”

He smiles at the four. “I’ll pass the exam before killing Gon.”

Sweat drips down Killua’s face as he trembles in place.

(Name) sends him a warning glance. “You won’t get past me.”

“Bastard…”

Illumi faces the examiners. “If I wait until after passing the exam, I can kill everyone here and still keep my license, right?”

“Yes, according to the rules.” Netero confirms, his eyes drifting from Illumi to the four that stood guard at the door.

“Hear that, Kil? You have to beat me if you want to save Gon.”

Illumi advanced forward, closing the gap between them step-by-step.

“Will you fight me for your friend’s sake? You can’t do it. Because you’re more worried about whether or not you can defeat me.”

Killua gasped as he neared closer. “And you already have your answer. ‘I’m not strong enough to beat my brother.’ ‘Never fight an enemy you can’t defeat.’ I drilled that into you…”

Killua shook uncontrollably, his breath coming out unsteady.

“Don’t move! If you move an inch, I’ll assume that the fight has begun. And if our bodies make contact, that will also mean the fight has begun. There’s only one way to stop me. You know what that is.”

Killua’s eyes focus on his brothers hand had inches closer to him by the second.

“But don’t forget… if you don’t fight me, your dear Gon will die.”

“Take him out, Killua! We won’t let him kill you or Gon! We’ll take him, whatever it takes! Let him have it!” Leorio exclaimed, but Killua was hardly listening.

Before Illumi’s hand could brush against Killua’s forehead, Killua hung his head low.

“I surrender.”

Illumi glared down at him before smiling. “Oh, that’s good. Then the battles over.”

He laughs, clapping a hand onto Killua’s shoulder. “I lied, Kil. I was lying about killing Gon. That was just a little test. But now, I have my answer.”

Illumi kneeled, pulling Killua down to whisper in his ear.

“You don’t have the right to make friends. Nor do you need friends. You should just listen to dad and me, and do your job as you always have. When the time comes, I’ll tell you to take the Hunter Exam. You don’t need a license yet.”

After he was done, Illumi turned towards the four.

“Now… (Name), won’t you be a dear and save me the trouble from having to capture you and come to me?”

(Name) stared at him in confusion, blinking wildly. “Excuse you, but-“

She could barely process being picked up and tossed over Illumi’s shoulder. Kurapika and Leorio tried to reach for her before he had grabbed her, but they were too late.

“I’m taking her to the infirmary. This girl is mine, you hear? From this moment on she belongs to me, so don’t touch her so carelessly.”

He patted her butt before hitting her just hard enough to knock her out.

Before Kurapika and Leorio could attack, Killua stopped them with a shout.

“Don’t touch him. He’s passed, and won’t hesitate to kill you. He’s.. he probably won’t hurt her.”

The three watched Illumi leave the room, the man tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. He gently caressed her face, his aura relaxing.

“I finally have you, (Name).”

Once they reached the infirmary, he tucked her into the bed, gazing down at her with hazy eyes. He didn’t hesitate to pull back the blanket and slip into bed with her, pulling her flush against his chest, trying to be careful with her injuries.

——————

A few hours later, (Name)’s mysterious friend grips the table he sat at so tight it splintered.

“He did what?”

‘I said he attacked her quite brutally then declared she was his and walked off. Messy, really. She’s recovering in the infirmary, currently.’

The man could barely contain his bloodlust, gripping the phone so tightly the screen nearly cracked.

“Went too far. Gonna kill that man.”

He looked down at his phone screen, trying to calm himself by looking at (Name)’s smiling face.

“Keep close eye on them. Report back if something changes.”

The man hangs up without another word, opening up his messages to (Name)’s contact.

If need me, don’t hesitate. Call.

He sent the message, tapping on the broken table.

“I won’t let him have her.”

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Who is this mysterious man occupying your mind?

Sousuke Aizen x female!reader, au modern time

warnings: 18+, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, aizen is a little manipulative (as always)

words: 4338

You'll find yourself coming back to this club again and again. Rancid, fights inevitable in this club. But the music wasn't bad and the drinks are affordable for a student like you. What's more, the club is full of underworld figures who spend their free time here and mingle with people. It doesn't bother you as long as you're left alone. Your hair lies straight down your back, while light glitter adorns your eyes. You put a little extra effort into your styling today in the hopes of meeting someone special here. 

“Babyyyy”

You have to grin. The voice next to you and the arm wrapped around you belongs to Matsumoto. She finally arrived (appropriately late and slightly alcoholic, of course). “Girl…how much have you had already?” 

The person you were talking to just giggled to herself and pressed a juicy kiss on your cheek. “Why do you let your girlfriend drink so much?” you said to the white-haired man, who just grinned at her. “As if I could forbid her…” he called to you a little louder as the music made normal conversations impossible. When Matsumoto lets go of you, Gin gives you a quick hug before sitting next to you at the bar. Your eyes wandered around the crowd, searching for him. “Looking for your secret lover?”

“So conspicuous?” you murmur, looking at Gin’s knowing face. “You don’t hide your desperation very well” 

“Baby…leave her. The guy must look damn good that she dressed up like that today.” You pinch the blonde-haired woman’s side. Does she always have to be so direct? “Now that you mention it, baby…” Gin adds. “She does look really hot today.” 

“Doesn’t she ever look hot?” Matsumoto snaps at her boyfriend, who just raises his hands in defense. “Of course always, but today  a little more especially,” he tries to pull himself out of his misery. Matsumoto looks at him sharply from the side before she turns to you and orders you a new glass. Your thoughts keep wandering back to the stranger who has taken over your mind. Flashbacks pass by, making your blood boil. His soft brown hair that you could grab with your fingers. The soft lips curling into a diabolical grin as he felt you become water in his hands. This man knew what he was doing and left you standing the moment you wanted to give yourself completely to this stranger. He let go of you, his hands stroking your cheeks before leaving with a smile. 

You were standing in the middle of the club, completely stunned, completely ignoring the people around you. This man swept you away and left you cold. You saw him disappear into the crowd for a moment before you thought you had seen him for the last time. 

Your hope is not dead yet. You'll keep going to the club to see him. To hope he remembers you and looks for you. It may seem desperate, but you didn't care at the moment. As the next cocktail is pushed towards you and Matsumoto, you're grateful that you can hopefully drink your thoughts away. You literally devour the sweet drink that burns in your throat. “Matsumoto? I want to dance!” you squeak out, trying to get away from thoughts of him to distract yourself in order not to completely lose your mind (you lost it a long time ago, because since when do you make more effort for a man? Pathetic). The strawberry blonde let herself be carried away giggling while Gin wished you a lot of fun with a crooked grin. Together you dance directly to the dance floor between all the people. Immediately, some eyes were on Matsumoto, which was hardly surprising. With her tall stature and perfect physique as well as charisma, it is no wonder that she was admired. You have to grin because the blonde mostly ignored it completely. She had Gin. You were a little jealous of their perfect relationship, secretly wishing for yourself too, even if you can hide it well behind your 'fuck-it' attitude. The music sets the rhythm in which you let yourself drift. With your hands on Matsumoto's body and vice versa, you blend into the dancing crowd. You squeal in delight as the DJ starts playing a good song. Perfect. Everything was perfect. If it weren't for his face that suddenly appears and you think you recognize it in a millisecond. Your eyes widen and you lose your balance for a moment. Your friend recognized this immediately and held you for support. "Are you good? Are you sick?” she shouts worriedly in your ear, “Do you need some water?” You shake your head. “Everything’s fine…I lost my balance for a moment,” you yelled into her ear for the second time and she nodded in understanding. You didn't want to tell her about your hallucination, lest you seem even more pathetic. 

You continue dancing with the blonde, trying to concentrate on the music again. God, how annoying you are right now. After four more songs, you both decide to go to the bar for a moment. Matsumoto wanted to get her kiss from her boyfriend, which she said she truly earned after dancing. Laughing, you make your way to the bar, Gin's light hair is clearly visible in the crowd. Someone is standing next to him, chatting animatedly with Matsumoto's friend. The closer you get, the sicker you get. The man who talks so lively with Gin is none other than him. What a twist. What a damn coincidence. He turns to you and his look spoke volumes. He knew it. His smile betrays it all. You feel hot and cold and that tingling feeling in your body became stronger. Was it a signal to run away quickly or was your body in anticipation? In your condition you couldn't tell the difference anymore. 

Matsumoto fell into her boyfriend's arms while you just stood awkwardly next to her, avoiding his gaze. Everything inside you was tense. "Oh, Sosuke"It's nice to finally see you again!" said Matsumoto happily, literally falling into his arms, which he acknowledged with a smile. Your best friend knew him so personally that she threw herself into his arms. Things just got worse. The blonde let go of the tall pretty boy before turning to you and pulling him close. “By the way, this is my best friend,” she introduced you and you tried to smile politely so as not to let your inner anger show. “This is Sosuke, a long-time work colleague and friend of Gin. Finally you get to know each other” 

“I’m very pleased,” he says politely with a flash in his dark eyes. “Me too,” you reply, wanting to slap the flirtatious smile off his face. God, how that man just drove you crazy. You need another shot, even if that wasn't such a good idea just now. Otherwise you won't be able to bear this disgrace. You feel Matsumoto's grip on your waist as if she was trying to tell you something. “Gin and I will be right back…get to know each other more,” your best friend winks at you and you just hate her more than anything right now. You glared at her as she just laughed and disappeared into the crowd with Gin in her arms. 

“They won’t be back anytime soon” 

You jumped when you heard his deep voice right next to you. He had leaned down slightly towards you. Shivers race down your spine. “You can stop playing your game,” you tell him, harsher than you intended. You didn't want to show him how much his farce annoyed you. His smile only grew wider. “What game?” It was seething inside you. Arrogant asshole. Damn pig. 

“I can literally hear you insulting me with countless swear words in your beautiful little head,” he mentions with a wink, casually rocking the scotch glass back and forth in his hand. “Let me hear about it, but from your lips…” 

This man was a pest. A damn good-looking nuisance. “You must think very highly of yourself for me to give you a second thought…” you reply, sitting down on the bar stool next to him (not because you want to sit next to him. Your legs are just a little wobbly, of course). 

“We both know that’s a lie” 

He leans his head slightly on his hand, the prominent strand of hair falling slightly into his face. You don't know how to interpret his smile. In any case, it was not a bit of a joyful nature. “What do you actually want from me?” 

The smile grew a little wider. He was so close to you and yet so miles away. While thousands of images race around in your mind, he seems to see every one of them. “I think you know the answer to that.” 

“I wouldn’t ask otherwise, Aizen-san” 

“Sosuke”

You shake your head. “Let’s stick to last names please” 

He laughed. “I must have hurt your pride too much, am I right? When I just left you there. You were ready to give yourself to me…and I refused you.” 

You should run away. This man meant disaster, but on the other hand you were also curious to see how far this would go. You must have gone crazy. You ignore his statement and signal to the bartender that you would like another glass. “Do you have to work up the courage to answer me?”

“No, more to put up with you,” you reply sharply, taking the glass down gratefully. He laughed darkly, you felt his gaze from the side that seemed to be studying you closely. “Gin was right…”

"With what?" You hope he didn't feel your pounding heart too. Suddenly you feel his warm breath on your ear. Shivers break through your body. "I took a liking to you…" 

“Aizen-san-” 

“Sosuke”

You groan in annoyance. “Don’t you want to give up already?” 

“Do you give in then?” His fingers run reverently through your straight hair. “You literally light up this seedy club. Not many can do that.” He touched you without really touching you. “Seeing you on the dance floor earlier reassures me that I want you.”

His words are like honey on his lips, which you secretly want to taste. Each word pressed deeper into your body.  It had been a long time since a man had even spoken such words to you. You were an easy target. Something inside you persuaded you to cave. But not quite yet. "Dance with me." She expected resistance, but contrary to her expectations, he held out his large hand for you to take. With a smile you place your hand in his, feeling the warmth radiating from him.  He gently pulls you to your feet before leading you through the crowd with a firm but gentle grip. Your heart was pounding as you let him lead you. When you found a suitable spot, he let go of your hand and placed it on your waist. You look up at him before you start moving and he follows your pace. His face was filled with a variety of colors, making it seem like a painting that you could look at forever. He pulled you close, his strong hand sending tingles throughout your entire body. Your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you dance, tightly wrapped around each other. Aizen grabs your back, only to spin you around and then hug you back to him. He literally takes your breath away. He seemed like a natural, so you can't help but think about what else he was so talented at. You still don’t like this man, but you don’t need to like someone to fuck him-

…

Your question while dancing earlier should now be answered. 

“Don’t you want to sit down?” 

He leaned casually into his expensive-looking leather couch. His legs, which had previously been crossed, now stood next to each other and opened up. Your pulse was pounding. His question was ambiguous. His grin clearly supported this. He seemed to be waiting to see what you decided. The slightly open shirt invites you to run your fingers over the exposed skin. You approach him, your fingers twitching slightly before positioning yourself between his legs. His fingertips run over the satin material of your dress, tugging at it lightly without actually touching you. He looks up at you, his fingers continuing to dance across the fabric. It tickled slightly, making your nipples peek out from under the delicate fabric. His eyes wandered to your breasts and he touched the material there too, almost reverently. You tremble under his almost-touch. A slight smile graced his lips. The last shred of your control faded and you straddled his lap. That was your consent. In this moment, your pride is too tiny and unimportant, replaced by the tingling sensation between your legs. “Good girl”, he praised almost too gently, which only heated you up even more. Your dress slipped up slightly, revealing your panties, which already had a clear wet spot on it. Sosuke's gaze immediately slid downwards. His fingers dance along your thighs, brushing against your exposed skin. You dare more, putting your hand on his chin and forcing him to look at you. Almost piously, you trace the contours of his facial features, feeling every little bump and edge that made his entire appearance perfect. As you explored his face, his rough fingertips trailed down your back, tracing along your spine, sending shivers down your spine. When you run your thumb over his lips, he quickly grabs the back of your neck and pulls your head towards him. Your breaths mingled together before your eyes fell on his lips and you were the one who finally took the first step. Your lips press harshly against his, feeling the fire inside you that threatened to devour him. 

The older man gasped deeply into the kiss, as if he had been waiting his life to taste your lips. His hand moved to your lower back, pushing you closer to him so that you were grinding your hips against his crotch, feeling his bulge clearly pressing against you. God, he was big and strained painfully against his pants. He moans against your lips as you grind against him harder. “Darling…you can’t wait?” He grabbed your hair and pulled you back a little. 

You look at him breathlessly. “Judging by your body’s reaction…neither can you” 

He laughed. “How right you are, my clever girl” 

His compliments go straight between your legs, where it already felt uncomfortably wet. “...I feel how wet you are...” he whispered against your lips. “Lean back a little and hold on to my shoulders,” he demanded and you immediately did as he said. Your fingers claw into his defined shoulders, watching as his fingers stroked your pussy, which was still hidden by your panties. You suck in a sharp breath as he sinks his finger into your folds, feeling your wetness through the thin fabric. As if he was far too impatient himself, he pushed the thin material aside and sank his finger into your heat. 

“Fuck,” he let out when he felt how much you were leaking and wetting his finger. You bite your lip as he uses a second finger to ease the throbbing. The noises embarrassingly break the silence. “Darling…don’t hold back. I want to hear you” 

You nod heavily, gasping as he went deeper, literally making your walls throb around his fingers. “Look at you...your pussy takes my fingers with ease, like they were made for her” 

Moans escape from your mouth. His thumb on your clit almost drives you crazy. It wouldn't take much more and you would come on his fingers. All the excitement and teasing caused your body to practically collapse. You are like water in his hands. You clawed at his muscles, which only encouraged him to rub his fingers faster against a certain spot. Stars flash before your eyes as everything inside you finally tensed up and the orgasm which was building slowly, crashing over you harder than ever. You moan his name, literally falling forward, right into his arms. His fingers remained buried inside you, guiding you through your climax as he held you against him with his free hand. 

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them to your lips. Out of breath, you kissed his fingertips before he pushed them straight into your mouth and you sucked on them willingly. Aizen's eyes practically pierce you as you taste yourself on his fingers. It was crazy how much your body craved him. He wanted it and you don't want to resist it anymore. His large hand firmly grasps your cheek, caressing the heated skin.

“Say, what do you want now?” He didn't actually have to ask. Your body clearly showed what it wanted.

"You"  

His lips curled into a knowing smile. “Finally,” was the only thing that left his lips before he pounced on you with his urgent lips. Sosuke reached under your butt and lifted you into his arms. Surprised, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked into the bedroom with you in his arms. You barely had time to look around before Sosuke had already set you down on the edge of the bed. You sit in front of him, your chest heaving rapidly, looking up at him with your shiny eyes. 

Sosuke knelt between your legs. This strong man, who now crouched submissively in front of you, didn't let you out of his sight. His fingers dance over your thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps. 

“What can I do for you?” 

He waited for your answer. You are overwhelmed by his question because no one has ever asked you such a question. He laughed darkly, seeing your questioning face. His hand cupped your cheek. “Tell me what you need darling.” 

You still felt the aftereffects of your high too clearly when everything inside you contracted at his question. “You inside me…please,” you say almost too desperately, barely recognizing yourself. 

“I like the way you beg for it…” He pushes your hair out of your face so he could get a better look at you. “...but I can't take it anymore myself. I need you” 

This strong man needed you and you needed him too. You reached out to him, placing your hand on his jawline, and pulling him towards you, whereby he willingly followed the pressure of your hand. The tall man hovered over you, allowing his loose shirt to reveal more of his smooth skin. Your fingertips wander under the snow-white fabric, touching the skin over his pants. He sucks in a breath when he feels your fingertips. Sosuke leaned down to you, kissed your shoulders, tracing his trail down your cleavage. His fingertips wandered under your satin dress and cup your breast. You gasped as he cupped your sensitive flesh and lightly pinched your nipple. Meanwhile, your hands claw at the muscles of his back, so he bites a little harder into your cleavage, only to then kiss the bruised skin apologetically. 

“Let me worship you…” he breathed against your skin before tugging at the dress and you sat up slightly so he could pull the useless thing over your head. His hands continued to wander over your panties, which he immediately pulled down and he could finally see your pussy, which was clearly shining wet. Under his gaze, you spread your legs, giving him a better view. “God…darling…” He moaned deeply, running over your pussy again, collecting your juices before sticking his finger in his mouth. He takes his finger out again and begins to undress in front of you. You can't wait to feel his skin against you and his big cock, which was now revealed when he finally pulled down his pants. 

"You’re staring, Darling" 

“How can I not?” you breathe, fascinated, grabbing his neck and pulling him down to you. “That would have been my sentence…” whispered against your lips before he pushed his cock against your pussy, taking in your wetness. You sigh, hearing him groan slightly. “Don’t tease…” 

Sosuke entered you harshly, pushing you further into the mattress.  A whine left your lips, fingers curling into the sheets. He growled slightly when he felt your warmth around his cock. You wrap your legs around his waist, pressing him further into you. Something in Sosuke's gaze changed. As if the dam had broken, he lunged at you. His tongue ran over your neck before biting the skin next to your collarbone. You moan indignantly as your pussy throbbed. The feeling was electric, completely new, even though he wasn't the first you'd been so intimate with. It was different with him. “Sosuke...” you mumbled his name as he hit the specific spot deeply with sharp thrusts. “Yes?” he breathed back deeply, not stopping his movement, which caused your head to throw back with it. “so good…more,” you mumbled to yourself. "More?"

You just nod, grimacing in pleasure as he thrust slower and harder. “Look at me...” he demanded, grabbing your chin so you could look at him. Your eyes were watery, tears about to escape from your eyes. “so beautiful…so good darling…” he complimented you over and over as he thrust. He kissed his way along; wetting whatever free skin he could find. He suddenly reached under your back and pushed you onto his lap. You gasped as his cock filled you in new ways. His hands traveled over your hips and gripped the flesh. His hand ran through your hair, reverently pushing it away from your face. “The way you sit on me…so beautiful…” he whispered against your lips. You yourself grab his hair, pulling him back to cover his neck with kisses and bites. You wanted to make him feel good, want him to know how much you want him to crave you. You've never wanted to be wanted by a man like that. He growled as you bit his neck a little harder. You start to move back onto him, hands around his shoulders to keep your grip. He helped you, supported your rhythm. His hand moved to your ass, gripping the flesh, making you moan against his lips.  At that moment you press your lips to his. The first kiss you give him, driven by your lust. Sosuke immediately responded with the same hunger, his tongue pressing between your lips with ease, against your tongue. You want to devour him; want everything from him. The switch changed inside you, you grabbed him by the neck and pressed his body onto the mattress. He let it happen with a smile. “Take what you need, darling” 

You gather your strength and move your hips harshly onto his cock. The room was filled by your indignant moans accompanied by light whines. A man who made sounds in bed. You wanted to hear more, much more. You became faster and faster, ignoring the unpleasant pulling in your thigh and pushing yourself to unknown heights. It had its effect. Sosuke practically clawed at your ass and accidentally made a higher pitched sound. “Are you trying to make me cum too fast?” he said almost desperately. 

“I want to see you cum beneath me,” you say breathlessly, your fingernails scraping across his chest. “Fuck,” he just spits out, thrusting his hips to your rhythm so that you were thrown forward, pulled against him. He thrusts into you relentlessly. Your second climax is announced far too quickly without you being able to prepare for it. “Sosuke...I’m coming again,” you whine against his neck, licking his salty neck. “Let go, darling,” he demanded, breathing heavily. You don't have to make any effort to obey the command. The second orgasm falls heavily on you, you moan violently as your pussy tenses around his cock. At that moment he grabbed your neck, pulling you back at the moment of your orgasm so he could look at you. You had trouble keeping your eyes open, but Sosuke looked at you with this wild look that made the tsunami inside you more extreme. You only hear him saying ‘coming’ from his lips and he thrusts into you one last time before he moaned against your lips. 

Your hearts raced against each other, mixing into one heartbeat. The handsome man simply hugged you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Sosuke still remained inside you as you felt it leaking out of you. You didn't care. His fingers trailed down your slightly sweaty back, performing a lsoft dance on your spine. You sit up slowly, his cock pulled out of you. You lay down next to him, trying to fix your hair. He took your hand. “Let it” he said simply, turning to you, his skin shining slightly in the dim light. “I should wash up quickly…I’ll make your bed even dirtier…” 

“Just wait for a moment”  

He suddenly pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your hair.  Your heart was still pounding erratically as you lay in his arms. Completely sweaty and drained. Your legs feel like pudding after the long night at the club and in his bed. This moment will be over in the morning. The magic will wear off as soon as you wake up in his empty bed and are indirectly asked to leave. You try to enjoy the moment. You start to doze slightly when you feel Aizen move behind you. Only an indistinct growl escapes your lips. “I’ll clean you up quickly” he whispered to you, you felt his breath brush your ear. “I’m going to touch you” he murmured beforehand as he cleaned his remains on you with a warm damp rag. You let it happen, then feel him carefully reaching for your face and apparently removing your makeup with some good smelling remover. “Sosuke?” you just blurt out, but he doesn’t let that stop you. Your body was just far too sluggish for you to be able to do that yourself. He was soft now, caring for you, while you drift into a deep slumber, hoping it wasn’t a dream. 

[thatdamnmutt-exe]

Bambi • Song Mingi

Plot: Ateez just finishes up a concert and Echo finds Mingi looking very delicious. He heads backstage to show his boyfriend just how yummy he is.

Pairing: Sub!Mingi x Dom!Reader (Name: Echo)

Warnings: Dirty talk, degration, praise, hair pulling, choking, slight public sex (in a dressing room), dumbification, edging, overstimulation.

Extras: Not my normal FtM smut as it’s a request from a friend. Echo will have male genitalia.

Song: Bambi - Baekhyun

Word Count:

“You're my only Bambi, Bambi.

It's a perfect night for you.”

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echo licked his lips as he watched his boyfriend from backstage. the confidence that mingi radiated truly had a strong effect on him and his urges. echo always found it ironic how dominant the large man appeared on stage, but off it he was nothing but his play thing. his fans would never know that though, they would never know that because echo loved having it all to himself.

he watched mingi intently as the song finished playing, planning what he was going to do to him as he waited. echo smiled at his boyfriend as he approached him with a bright smile of his own, he was happy with how the concert went and how excited fans were.

“hi babe! what did you think of the concert?” mingi’s breath labored as he tried to calm it.

echo walked with mingi to his dressing room, “you did amazing, love. you looked very… delicious.” a chuckle left echo’s lips which made mingi blush slightly.

the two made it to mingi’s room where the taller male started to take off his concert gear. echo watched mingi from behind, licking his lips as he admired how sexy his boyfriend was.

mingi noticed and turned back to face echo. “why are you staring at me?” he laughed nervously as he moved to unbutton his shirt.

echo moved closer to mingi and began to help undressing him. each button he undid, he placed a light kiss on mingi’s chest, moving lower as he did.

mingi let out a breathy moan from the sensation, starting to feel his pants tightened. “babe…”

echo smirked as he looked up at mingi, seeing his once cheery face turn into a lust filled one. “yes baby? use your words.”

mingi grasped echo’s shirt, pulling him closer and putting his arms around his neck. “i need you. right here, right now. please.” the taller male begged, slightly grinding against echo to gain any sort of relief.

echo laughed at mingi’s attempts and how he suddenly became so needy for him. “okay slut, on the couch. now.” he commanded.

mingi obeyed and moved to sit straight up on the couch, waiting his next command. echo made his way over to his boyfriend and pushed him down so his back was on the bottom cushion.

echo began making out with mingi, one hand moving to choke him slightly while the other hand moved down to undo mingi’s buckle. echo was successful and pulled out mingi’s aching cock. he began stroking him slowly and teasingly which earned a pained whimper in his mouth.

“baby please, don’t tease me. please make me feel good!” mingi begged.

“all in due time, whore, i want to have my fun with you first.” echo smiled.

echo moved them so mingi was now straddling his leg. echo leaned back against the couch, hands on each side of mingi’s torso. “come on my pretty slut, get off on my thigh. i know you love to do that.”

mingi didn’t waste a minute before grasping echo’s shoulders for balance as he began grinding down on echo’s leg. echo leaned forward and began kissing along mingi’s neck and collar bones, leaving very visible marks.

mingi’s grasp grew stronger as he felt himself coming closer to his release. “fuck, baby, i’m so close. can i please cum?” he pleaded, his grinding speeding up.

echo pulled away from kissing along mingi’s neck and chuckled at his boyfriend. “you’re already so close to finishing on my thigh? you pathetic whore. getting off to nothing but my thigh.”

echo moved a hand up to grasp mingi’s hair and pulled his head backwards as he stopped mingi’s movements. “i don’t want you to cum yet. i still haven't finished having fun with you. i want you begging and moaning my name until you completely forget everything else besides me and my dick.”

mingi looked at him with a desperate look. he really wanted to cum and go home but he knew better than to go against his lover’s words.

echo grasped mingi’s cock once more, causing his lover to lurch forward from the sudden friction. echo began pumping his dick quickly and watched as mingi squirmed in his touch. his breathing sped up as he started whining and whimpering about how good it felt.

mingi felt himself close to the edge again, he was so lost in his pleasure that he didn’t say that he was close. he was only thinking of chasing his sweet release. mingi ended up cumming without a warning all over echo’s hand and shirt.

mingi kept his eyes closed as he caught his breath but suddenly froze upon realizing what happened. he looked down at echo who looked up at him with a hard gaze.

“oh now you’re really in trouble.” echo roughly moved mingi so he was laying on his stomach. he tore down mingi’s pants so he his ass was out. echo moved to lower his pants and lined up to mingi’s hole.

echo spat on his hand and lathered up his cock before sliding into mingi. the two had fucked the night prior which left mingi still stretched out.

mingi cried out from the sudden filling feeling. echo didn't let him adjust fully before pounding into him roughly. the pain turned to pleasure not long after though and soon mingi was a drooling and whimpering mess.

echo moved forward to leave some kisses along mingi’s back along with grasping on to his very over sensitive cock. he matched the pumping rhythm to his thrusts.

mingi was feeling both sensitive, sore, and pleasurable all in one as tears started to fall from his eyes. he was crying mostly from pleasure which mixed in with his drool.

echo was thoroughly enjoying mingi’s whimpers and moans as he continued to abuse his hole and cock. “that's it baby, you're doing so good for me slut. do i make you feel so good baby? are you nothing but a plaything for me to use?”

mingi’s mind was clouded as he slipped more into his sub space mind along with pleasure completely taking over. all he could do was moan in response.

echo laughed at this slightly, happily meeting his goal of getting mingi to think about only how good he makes him feel.

mingi was close for his second orgasm and made sure to say something to echo this time. “i’m so close baby! please can i cum?”

echo thought about it for a moment before deciding no and tightening his grip on mingi’s cock to stop him from spilling. “no. not yet whore. you can wait until i’m done.”

mingi cried out from the grip on his dick as he put his face in the couch cushions. he was sure that everyone could hear them but he didn’t care. all he wanted was to cum again and get affection after.

echo continued his pace for a few more minutes before he felt himself also close to his release. he released mingi’s cock, “okay baby, you can cum.”

mingi whined in relief and response as he came hard for the second time all over the couch seats. echo followed soon after, coming deep in mingi.

the two stayed still to catch their breaths. echo pulled out, cum leaking out after him. he got up and grabbed some tissues to clean up himself than mingi.

“come on princess, let’s get you dressed and let’s go home.” echo praised, kissing his boyfriend’s lips while moving to grab his clothes.

mingi was still in his sub space mindset as he made small movements to get up. he held out his arms, signaling he wanted affection. echo, of course, obliged.

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“Come down, night rain, night rain, dripping

down on us all night until the morning.”